Sleepy Time (3)
“Ah. Right. Condom.”
An inexperienced, brand-new pussy. Yet its slick, eager flesh clung hotly to him, grinding up against his cock as if begging for breeding. The delicious suction made his hips stutter. His instincts—driven by pure, animal need—nearly drove him to bury himself raw inside.
No. Could not.
It was the act of a beast. Human decency had been castrated from it.
Creating a little sibling in his daughter’s belly was always a good thing. But impregnating her while she slept would turn their father-daughter bond into nothing but worthless ash.
In this world, a woman who willingly spreads her legs and lets a man fill her womb with cum—knowing full well that the man who just came inside her is the father who made her—knows exactly what she is doing. That is proper sex. That is how a daughter should be bred.
So right now, condom it is.
He stood, slipped the condom and a baby wipe from the inner pocket of the coat hanging on the wooden hanger, and set both on the table. The table was meant for eating utensils. Placing the items here felt natural.
“Doyun-ah, Dad wants to see you. Dad has worked so hard to prepare everything just for you.”
Calling himself “Appa” instead of “Father” was a rare treat. It suited him more now. Father was a distance. He and Doyun would soon become one. Their relationship would slip past the closeness of parent and child to a zero-degree intimacy where he could finally push his cock straight into the hole he had waited so long to taste.
‘From now on I should just say “Appa.” “Appa, give me your cum” sounds better than “Father, give me your cum.” “Appa, fill Doyun’s womb with your cock juice!” That’s the kind of thing you want to hear.’
He nodded happily, then opened the box to take out the condom. Three were inside.
He could last longer if he went raw—maybe two boxes, six or seven loads—but the Zolpidem was already wearing off fast. Better to stay within the effective window.
Unwrapping the latex, he pulled out the rolled condom and unrolled it. The nubs were bumpy and soft. He spread it wide and rolled it down his cock, then squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the tip and worked it over the entire length.
Amazingly, even while he did all that, Doyun kept his legs in the perfect M-shape, waiting for him, completely still.
“Good children get rewards… Dad will give you Dad’s cock, Doyun.”
He knelt between her spread thighs and aimed the tip at her womb.
Just the head slipped inside, then he swirled it slowly along her inner walls.
Then he thrust.
“Kuuuugh…!”
Doyun froze, eyes wide, as if something had stabbed straight through her. Her back arched hard, toes and fingers splaying like a frog, whole body trembling violently.
Even calling her “daughter” didn’t give her any mercy. Respecting her virginity was enough with the lube.
Because this was rape.
He forced his way into the girl’s painfully tight entrance. The thin membrane had tried to protect her from violence, but it tore completely.
The condom’s nubs scraped her walls; her pussy clenched in pain, folding in on itself.
A moment later, a thin trickle of blood leaked from her entrance and ran down in a slow, wet line, soaking the floor.
Doyun’s pussy felt hot and tight.
“Hyaah… Hic, hyaah, eh! Huuu….”
She was finally breathing again, ragged and broken, the sounds coming from her throat impossible for any awake woman to fake.
He pushed his tongue into her open mouth and blocked it, then grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard while he rocked his hips.
“Mmm… Mmmph! Nngh… Hic, nngh….”
He swallowed her forced moans greedily and stroked his tongue over hers. Surprisingly, her body—acting on pure female instinct—started writhing under him.
…Did she have a boyfriend?
In his memory she never had. She had cut off all chances of meeting anyone long ago. Naturally.
Yet she was kissing? Letting his tongue inside?
He pulled back. Her greedy tongue tried to follow him, curling after it like it wanted to keep him there forever.
Working so hard to please her Appa. What a wonderful daughter.
He stared down at Doyun, body locked upright, cock still buried deep.
Her tongue flicking, seeking his. The stiff little nipples. The swollen clit. All of it, even the part that had been suppressed, was open and eager.
Mouth, breasts, pussy, virginity, the last fragile threads of purity—every single one was being devoured.
The taste was perfect.
When he made her, it was better than the mother he remembered rolling on the floor in the underground passage, flooding the ground with pussy juice after he had finished.
“Doyun. Later, when we make the baby, we should do it again right there where Dad made you.”
“Haaan, hic! Hwaaaan…!”
The cry that burst from her felt like consent. He would have taken her by force anyway, but this way was better.
He stroked her cheek, then set both hands on her throat and pressed his full weight down.
Her face twisted, limbs flailing weakly as she struggled.
When a person is close to death, their brain floods with dopamine to prepare for peace. Their body also enters a kind of heat from the selfish urge to leave offspring behind.
Because of that, her pussy grew impossibly tighter.
“Kiiiit… Krh, krrp… Krek!”
“Squeeze a little harder. I want to feel what makes Dad happy.”
Her lips turned blue. The struggling faded.
She opened her mouth wide, gasping for air, but her eyes stayed heavy-lidded, still drunk on the sedative.
Yet her pussy walls were trying to milk him, squeezing desperately around his cock, desperate to pull out every drop of cum.
“Krrrit… Doyun. Nngh!”
His balls tightened. His cock jerked.
Then thick, hot white cum erupted in powerful jets.
The hand that had been gripping her throat finally relaxed.
“Kk, kuhhooorgh!”
Her airway cleared. She sucked in air like a train racing through a tunnel.
Her lower body shook, urine spraying in long, frantic arcs. Her tense muscles finally gave way; the bladder that had somehow held everything opened in a gush.
She was the most monstrous, wicked daughter who ever peed on her father’s cock. Yet he laughed softly, chuckling.
The memory of changing her diaper when she was a baby and getting splashed by the sudden jet still made him grin. Her mother had laughed beside him, watching his shocked face…
How had such a small thing grown into this?
“Our little girl, don’t hold it back—let it all go.”
He pressed gently on her lower belly. Every time, a little more pee trickled out.
Even though he had just finished, he pulled his still-hard cock out of her pussy. The condom’s nubs dragged along her walls as he slid free, and her entrance immediately clamped down on the head, refusing to let go. That was why his cock slipped out of the condom completely.
He held the condom in his mouth, still leaking, while his hips gave one last weak twitch, lost in aftershocks.
The father’s role was not only to share the first moment with his child but to remember the beautiful scene and capture it in a photo so they could share the memory.
He checked his phone. There should be a record of Doyun learning to ride her first bicycle as a little girl.
He had never replayed those silly memories, but even if he forgot every single one from dementia, this one would stay forever. He would clutch it in his mind no matter what.
He pulled out the phone and took a photo.
He slipped the condom off, turned on the flash, and pushed the lens right up to her torn hymen, capturing it exactly as it was.
The pain of losing her virginity would linger like a bruise for days, but Doyun—who had been a man only recently—had no way to tell whether this was the pain of periods or the pain of falling from virginity.
He grabbed the baby wipes he had prepared on the table and carefully cleaned the blood and cum from both of them.
‘What position should I try next…?’
Two condoms were left.
Time was plenty.
Energy surged. Doyun’s pussy was already tightening and relaxing, preparing to be bred again.
He gently grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and pressed her face down on the floor.
His cock slapped against the wet puddle, splashing water everywhere.
Head down, arms and knees supporting his weight, ass pushed high in the air. When he looked at her face between her legs, he saw the perfect exhibitionist pose—pussy and asshole spread wide, on full display.
While pussy juice continued to drip and slowly enlarge the puddle, he peeled off the condom and rolled a fresh one onto his cock.
‘The head of the exhibitionist shines bright with the light of wisdom and strategy.’
He lined up and pushed into her again.
Thick white cum dripped down her thighs, creating a long, glistening trail all the way to her toes.
He hoped she would understand the overflowing love of her father as he buried his cock deep inside her daughter’s pussy.