Sleep Rape (1)
Over the past ten years, the boy named Yoon Doyun had become my daughter.
When I first met her, she had already been far younger than she was now.
She had already left my side, but my flesh had not forgotten the taste of that year’s body.
Small frame, delicate lines, yet her hips carried the unmistakable curve of a true virgin, and her breasts were full. Her voice—how lewd it was. No matter how many years I had called out, none had ever stirred me as that year’s voice did.
Damn her. Even if her cunt tasted mediocre, I wouldn’t have been this desperate.
But does it not say, “Blessed is he who knocks”?
Doyun had become my daughter’s form…
How joyful a message.
“Welcome!”
On the way home from work, I stopped by the convenience store.
In the old days, I would have grabbed two bottles of soju with the red cap and one can of beer. But not today.
I went to the snack aisle. Amid all the odds and ends, I found exactly what I was looking for. Condoms.
Knobby, ultra-thin, scented.
They were meant for contraception, yet they had evolved into tools that heighten pleasure. They remind us of the true essence of sex.
Sex for the purpose of pregnancy cannot be called sex. It is breeding, the act of animals.
Whereas sex that strips away the animal urge and seeks only pleasure is a sacred act that embodies humanity’s highest nature.
Animals cannot do it. Only humans can.
And more than that? In nature, close-kin mating occurs quite often, yet they forget the parent-child bond and recognize only the roles of male and female.
But humans are different.
We clearly recognize the relationship between you and me, and we know exactly what I will insert is my own child, so we swing our cocks.
Yes. I would fuck my daughter.
I chose a condom. After much thought, the one I held in my hand was the knobby variety. As a father, I felt it far more appropriate to give than to take pleasure.
I scanned the shelves. I could not find any tool that would convey to my daughter the love a father should feel. No love gel on display.
“How unfortunate. I should have stopped at the adult shop on the way.”
A small pang of regret. I had even imagined giving her a toy I hadn’t bought since she was little, to restore her childhood innocence, but I pushed that thought away.
Using a machine to end a virgin’s loss is far too cruel. In an age when humanity itself is being challenged by machines, to steal her first experience from one—that is unthinkable.
“In that case, I’ll have to use lotion.”
Just as I was heading to the register, I spotted baby wipes. They minimized skin irritation.
I picked them up. Those tender little buttocks could not be wiped down carelessly.
I placed them on the counter.
The clerk’s eyes widened. It wasn’t just the condoms; apparently, seeing someone buy anything other than alcohol surprised him quite a bit.
The barcode scanner beeped twice. The item’s price, however, was no small sum. Ten thousand won.
“Ten thousand for this? A few bottles of soju, at least. Since it’s for my daughter, it’s worth it.”
Somehow, I must be a very good father.
When I looked through the list of medications my daughter had been prescribed, I could not describe the joy I felt.
Among the prescribed drugs was a benzodiazepine—commonly known as zolpidem.
It made the drinker lose consciousness and collapse. It had become infamous for use in date rape.
Its colorless, odorless nature made it perfect for secretly slipping into drinks.
Back in the old days, when I met my wife…
I could still see it vividly: her body unable to stand, sliding down the wall, skirt hiked up, panties exposed without her knowing.
Back then, the beastly urge to make her mine had taken over. I had fucked her raw, and that was how Doyun was born.
Ah… zolpidem.
The beauty that created our family and completed our family!
It was the second-best thing humans had ever invented, right after alcohol.
I stood in front of the door.
Inside, the clatter of pots and pans as she prepared dinner reached my ears.
I shoved the items I had bought from the convenience store deep into my coat pocket, then opened the door.
“Father’s home?”
A high, slightly trembling voice.
Not the rough, gravelly tone of a man who has been drinking, which would make one’s stomach turn just hearing it.
The corners of my mouth twitched upward, but I held it back and kept my face calm.
Doyun glanced at me, then noticed the bag in my hand was empty.
“I’ll wash up and eat. You go first.”
“Yes, Father.”
Her cheerful voice, light as a bird’s chirp, was pleasant to hear.
The cheerfulness came from the irritation I had injected into her by drinking alcohol, yet it was almost better to think she would soon be crying out beneath me with that same voice.
Once she learned the taste of cock and the taste of alcohol, she would beg all on her own.
Even if her mind was hazy, her body—having remembered pleasure and now craving it—would follow the famous Sigmund Freud’s lead.
I laughed silently inside and removed my coat, hanging it on the coat rack that resembled a tree with branches.
Like a priest washing his body before a ritual, I cleaned myself thoroughly.
Normally I would have wiped down hastily, but every crevice, every corner. I even stuck my tongue out and scraped away the white coating on my tongue.
I worked up a lather and scrubbed my lower body.
“The sight of a face covered in cum and the sight of a man slurping it like soup with his mouth… how amusing, even if one finds it disgusting.”
For my first daughter to bite a cock would be too much, and a sleeping woman could not do it.
I turned off the water.
I took a towel from the cabinet, dried my body, and dressed.
In the living room, Doyun was waiting for me without touching a single bite of food.
The sight filled me with delight.
But I had no intention of praising her. Once I let her off the hook, humans would start climbing up my back because of their conceit.
“I told you to eat first, didn’t I?”
“……!”
“Tsk.”
Doyun’s shoulders shrank, and her eyes trembled without power.
That was enough to spark her appetite.
I sat down and began eating.
Only after I picked up my spoon did Doyun start eating too.
The bowl was empty. The soup and side dishes were gone too.
“Dishes are my job. You go take your medicine and sleep.”
“Yes…”
A rustling sound. Doyun tore open the medicine packet and poured it into her mouth.
She tilted her head back and swallowed the water in big gulps.
The Adam’s apple that had been protruding before was nowhere to be seen. Every trace of her claim as a man had vanished, leaving only feminine features.
The cup was placed on the table, and she exhaled a breath she had been holding—“Hah.”
I watched her lips glisten in the lamplight.
Thinking of putting my cock in that mouth made it heavy.
“Ahem…”
My throat was dry. Suddenly it had gone parched.
I poured water into the cup Doyun had used and drank. I overlapped my lips exactly over the spot she had touched.
Yet the thirst would not go away.
I knew why.
That thirst could only be quenched by drinking a woman’s cunt juice.
It was that kind of thirst.
I stood up and cleared the table.
I slid the dishes into the sink and turned on the faucet to start washing.
The dishes were not many.
While Doyun had prepared the meal, she had washed everything immediately, so I only had to wash two spoons, two soup bowls, two rice bowls, one pot, and all the side-dish bowls.
It took about fifteen minutes.
When I finished, I shook off the water and turned around.
Her medication was starting to kick in. She was swaying, eyelids heavy. At this point, she would not remember even if I touched her.
Naturally, I approached, slid my hands under her waist and thighs, and lifted her in one swift motion.
“Ah, Father…”
Her eyes were hazy, and she tried to fight off the drowsiness with a lazy yawn, but the medicine was too strong.
Her arms drooped, her head could not be held up, and it lolled to one side.
I gripped her plump buttocks.
Her consciousness was already hazy, so she did not react much.
I moved my hand slightly, sliding it between her cheeks and probing.
“Ugh… ah…”
A moan escaped, but it was the animal reflex of her flesh, not her mind.
I looked around.
Where would be the best place to fuck Doyun?
How could I fuck her virgin cunt most deliciously?
Doyun’s room, bed? No. If my fluids and hers soaked the bed sheets, she would notice something was wrong.
I would fuck her with zolpidem, but I wanted her to notice I had come inside.
Then the master bedroom bed?
No, no.
Once I had drugged her with zolpidem, I had to savor her in a place that would leave a violent impression—on the street, in a derelict house, anywhere.
Even Doyun’s mother had been fucked in the underground passage.
So where should I taste Doyun’s cunt?
Take her outside? Well… honestly, it’s cold, and I’m too lazy.
“No need to worry.”
I lowered Doyun to the floor.
I muted the TV and turned off every light in the house.