수면간 (2)
All light had vanished, leaving only the pale glow spilling from the television screen to flicker and waver. Its hue was a sickly, washed-out blue.
The thoroughly eerie atmosphere only stoked the thrill of the act about to unfold.
I raised Doyun’s arms above her head as if she were cheering, her body lying motionless as a fallen tree.
Her T-shirt pulled taut, the fabric clinging tight against her skin.
I had never bought her women’s underwear since she became a girl.
Because of that, Doyun’s nipples stood out in sharp relief in her braless state.
“I ought to buy you some underwear for this.”
Preferably a black lace set with a sheer, see-through feel.
I gripped the hem and rolled the shirt up. Her sunken navel and the faint ridges of her ribs beneath her breasts came into view. A slender figure.
And yet there they were—breasts tracing elegant curves.
Crowned with blunt-tipped nipples that tilted slightly upward, perfect for sucking.
She takes after her mother. A body optimized for raising kids.
Relatively small breasts, true—but only when measured against her mother’s. Compared to the average woman’s, they were definitely on the larger side.
I gave them a light squeeze. With my index finger I gently stroked the pebbled bumps of her areola, then brushed the nipple rising at its center.
“Eut… euu…”
She twisted faintly. Even in sleep, her flesh registered the pleasure.
Proof came as Doyun’s nipples slowly hardened.
“Our Doyun. Your nipples are sensitive, aren’t they?”
I snickered and flicked one with my finger as if giving it a light knuckle rap.
“Ahht…!” Her upper body jerked lightly.
I finished stripping the shirt away. The rolled fabric hung from her wrists; I tied it once. The result looked exactly like handcuffs.
The drugs made such restraint meaningless, of course. But the visual stimulation was impossible to ignore.
Just binding her hands alone made the true nature of the act stand out in sharp relief: the forcible tasting of my daughter’s virginity.
Good. So good.
This pleasure that paid sex could never satisfy.
The taste of conquering a woman, pinning her beneath me, crushing her.
“Doyun. I wanted to teach you this taste… but you’re the one showing it to me.”
Once I become a doctor, I can walk out with drugs like these whenever I please.
If a patient catches my eye, put her under just enough and sample her. No cameras in the operating room—keep her quiet and there’s no chance of getting caught.
Even if I’m unlucky enough to get caught, a short stint inside and I’m free again.
The license stays intact, so I can simply change regions and do it as many times as I want.
Even with Doyun turned into a woman, the goal remains unchanged.
I will build a castle of such beasts, ravage humanity within its walls, sit atop the tangled heaps of flesh and watch the livestock drip cunt juice while I savor the joy of being human.
Inside this castle, the only humans will be you and me.
Spread your cunt wide for them to see, let your love juices flow so they can quench their thirst on it.
Ah——. My fingers will ravage your mucous membranes, and you will come to crave this father’s cock juice.
But do not become a bitch. Stay human like me. Remain my daughter, not my bitch.
“Keek. Kihhihik. Keup. Haaa…”
Calm.
Calm down.
I haven’t even seen Doyun’s cunt yet.
For now, quench my thirst with my daughter’s cunt juice, and pay for it by giving her a woman’s pleasure.
I undid the tightly knotted drawstring of her loose sweatpants.
Then slipped my fingers under the elastic at her hips and slowly drew them down.
How long had it been since stripping a woman’s lower half filled me with this kind of exaltation?
You never feel this rush from the bodies of cheap whores who spread their legs for anyone who hands over cash.
My heart pounded like this because the one I was stripping was my own daughter—and because I was doing it without a shred of consent.
Through the pale flesh, pubic hair came into view. Following the short, straight hairs downward revealed a slightly parted slit.
A brand-new cunt no one had ever touched. The lips pressed together, yet the inner flesh peeked out shyly.
I swallowed hard.
I stripped the pants completely and tossed them aside.
“This is tough. Can’t decide whether to suck her nipples first or drink her cunt juice.”
Even as I said it, I bent low to examine Doyun’s pussy.
Confirming with my own eyes the hymen I was about to tear was always a special joy.
With both hands I spread her entrance and peered into the vagina. The darkness made it hard to see clearly.
I switched on my phone’s flashlight and shone it inside.
Hymens come in every shape imaginable; Doyun’s had a neat round hole at the center. An ideal, beautiful hymen.
Before I ruined it, I photographed Doyun’s hymen.
If I didn’t record this, I would never see it again, so I shot it from every angle.
“Shall we have a little taste of Doyun’s cunt?”
I gently lifted my daughter’s legs into an M-shape—the pose that puts a female’s crotch on full display.
I bent down and first drank in the scent the way one savors wine.
Hmm. This smell… I know this… While my mind groped for the matching fragrance, I spread my tongue wide and slowly licked upward from one end of Doyun’s pussy to the other.
The ripe scent of a woman’s body coated my tongue.
It came to me. This was the scent of my wife mixed with my own. I rolled the fragrance I myself had created around my mouth and mixed it once more.
Ah. I want to push my raw cock inside and fill Doyun’s womb with semen.
What would the scent of a child born that way be like?
The urge to procreate as a man—not as a father—rose hot and sudden.
Hold back. When Doyun begs for it with her own mouth, that’s when I’ll dump my cock juice thick and deep. Until then, endure.
I smacked my lips in regret.
I mashed my nose into my daughter’s cunt flesh and drove my tongue deep, licking the mucous membranes thoroughly.
“Eu… eut, euuuu…”
Faint moans spilled out. When I worked the particularly ridged, bumpy spot—more textured than the rest—she even bucked her hips.
I relentlessly tormented Doyun’s G-spot. It swelled harder and hotter by the second.
Just a little more… That’s it.
Convulsions rippled through the vaginal walls.
The folds wriggled, performing their warm-up exercises to please a man.
“Ahht… eut… eu… heueut…!”
And then the love juices poured out.
I gripped Doyun’s buttocks and lifted them slightly. This was surely the first love juice my daughter had ever spilled.
The chance to taste something like this is rarer than taking a virginity. No—perhaps nearly impossible.
I drank every last drop of the precious beverage that my child, who had lived as a man all his life, was squirting for the first time as a woman—without letting a single drop escape.
The swallow was smooth, with a bright acidity that stood out. The flavor carried a fresh apple note, so much like my wife’s body scent.
My thirst is quenched.
The thirst that no other bitch’s cunt juice could touch after my wife left home is finally quenched.
My optic nerves awaken; the world snaps into sharp focus. My blood surges, and cells that had been sleeping all over my body stretch and wake.
The heart that had been dead silent finally begins to pound, and at last I feel alive.
“Our daughter—since you came out of Mom’s belly, your cunt tastes just like Mom’s too, doesn’t it?”
I licked up the final drop clinging to her cunt flesh, swallowed it, and rose.
I watched her entrance twitch, tightening and loosening, and observed the unnatural way she twisted her arms this way and that, hindered by the bindings.
Then I lightly caught her head as it shook from the unfamiliar sensation.
I want to pass on to you the taste of your own cunt juice—the taste that so closely resembles the fluid that once flowed from the cunt flesh that birthed you.
I gripped her cheeks to force her mouth open and sealed my lips over hers.
It’s a one-sided grinding because the drugs have her deep under, but with this I hope you realize, Doyun, just what a lewd and fantastic love-juice tumbler you are.
I hope it imprints on your unconscious so that even in your dreams you will crave the liquid you tasted tonight.
And thus you will present your ass to your father’s cock, stretching your waist out in the most fuckable pose imaginable.
Yes. Be so moved by this father’s love that you offer such a gift on Parents’ Day.
I continuously pumped saliva heavy with greed into my daughter’s mouth.
A lame joke about how this was true injection-style education floated through my mind; I snickered and pulled away.
A long string of saliva stretched between us, then snapped and dropped straight into Doyun’s mouth.
“Eat up. Enjoy it.”
While undoing my own pants, I lightly bit down on Doyun’s nipple.
“Haeeut…” I drank in the helpless moan as my hand fumbled free the cock that was steadily raising its head below.
Still half-hard, half-soft, I slapped my manhood against Doyun’s pussy with wet, meaty sounds. Every time it struck her clit she bucked her pelvis.
Her breasts moved with the motion, but because I still held her nipple between my teeth they were pulled taut, reshaping into something like a rugby ball.
If I leave teeth marks on the nipple it’ll be a problem. I gently opened my jaw.
The nipple popped free, struck the corner of my mouth, and jiggled like pudding.
“…I’ll teach you sex. Through injection-style education.”
I rubbed my now-hardened cock against Doyun’s pussy.