Since I'm an Adult, I Can Do It.
The daughter grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the bed in the room.
A flush of heat rose to my face.
It felt as if my whole body was boiling.
Was it because my right triceps had brushed against the daughter's breast?
"Let's go, Dad, hurry! Quickly!"
"Ah... daughter... that's..."
"Dad, what's your scheme? That's why you say that? No. It's too late. Today, I'll do as I please."
"Are you not tired? Our daughter must be tired too. We walked around the amusement park a lot..."
"Compared to Dad who worked at the hospital, played at the amusement park, and drove, you'll be much more energetic?"
The daughter smiled brightly.
But to me, it looked like a devil's smile.
The daughter's outfit was a black slip.
Normally, women wear one-piece dresses to sleep in.
If it completely covered the daughter's body or was loose, there would be no problem.
Men are animals that get excited by sight.
Instinctively, seeing a woman's sensual body makes the body react.
If the body is covered, there's nothing wrong.
But the slip the daughter was wearing was not that.
Every time she moved, the silk swayed, and the hem was finished with white lace, high-end.
The girl who didn't like leg exposure much wore a short one-piece dress that showed the thigh above the knee.
There, the chest.
The slip top finished with lace and deeply cut made it so that I had to see the daughter's cleavage even if I didn't want to.
Due to the material that clung to the body, because of the breast size, the slip should have fallen down, but instead, like a swimsuit tightly fitted to the body, it showed the daughter's waist line nakedly.
Wearing such clothes and wanting to give me a massage?
......
No.
Absolutely not.
If I received it, a problem would explode.
100% sure.
I'm a dad.
I don't want to become a despicable pervert who gets aroused seeing his daughter's body.
The daughter relied on me only as a dad.
She recognized me as dad, not as a man.
Women can do that, but men cannot.
Primitive stimulation.
Visual. Tactile.
These are very vulnerable to me.
I'm very special among such men.
I belong to the category with little sexual desire.
Among married friends, there were already sexless friends.
Those friends couldn't hold it and went to places where they could hug women and drink alcohol, or go to erotic massage shops to release their sexual desire.
But I never went to such places from the sexless period with my ex-wife to after divorce.
Of course, there were times I was dragged unwillingly.
Once by a friend who blackmailed me, second by hospital business.
It was top-class.
It cost almost 200 million won per person.
The women who came out had appearances and bodies that are hard to see usually.
They were kind and adjusted everything to the customer.
But it didn't stimulate me.
Because there was no heart empathy inside.
Short time meeting.
Getting empathy in such a short time is hard.
Usually, men think women get empathy easily by looking and smiling.
Men are simple, so even if they do such actions, they think they are interested and get immersed.
But I'm different.
I'm quick to notice.
I could feel if the person really likes me or has other thoughts behind.
That's why even talking to such beauties didn't bring fun or excitement.
But the daughter is different.
From when she was born to now, my daughter I raised with my own hands.
I went through joys and sorrows with my daughter for 20 years.
If I explain the emotions I had with her, it would take even a day.
Such a daughter.
Because I understand and empathize with her deeply in my heart.
I see the daughter's sensual body and finally the male instinct comes out.
So, I have to stop it.
I can't let the daughter make me give her a massage while wearing that outfit.
If that happens, a great disaster will occur.
Absolutely.
Absolutely.
I don't want to make a huge mistake of getting aroused seeing the daughter.
"Dad, I oppose you receiving a massage from the daughter now."
"Why? You don't like me?"
The daughter immediately made a pouty face.
"Dad. Actually, you don't like it? Earlier you said you understood me and that it's good to wear clothes modestly like before. Right?"
The daughter is mixed blood, but really amazing.
How can she resemble me?
The daughter's perceptiveness is no joke.
"Really disappointing, Dad. I wanted Dad to be honest with me."
The daughter's face was darkening.
The daughter's face changed rapidly as if tears were about to fall, and I had no choice but to be surprised.
"Ah... no, daughter! That's not it...!!"
"Then what?! Why are you saying not to do it!"
"Daughter didn't listen to my words to the end, so I misunderstood!"
"Dad doesn't understand me too much!"
The daughter let go of my arm and ran to her room.
Bang!
And slammed her room door hard.
It's embarrassing.
I've never seen such a behavior.
I heard that friends' children from middle school to now show such actions.
That's why friends envied me.
I thought it was fortunate.
But now the daughter is doing such actions.
Sweat started coming out.
I barely sealed the problem that occurred once at the amusement park.
But the wound I sealed again is about to tear.
I felt instinctively.
If I don't solve this, the relationship with the daughter will become very distant.
Yes.
The daughter is testing me now.
The words I said at the amusement park.
I understand.
I hope she did as she wanted.
She probably dressed like this to confirm if these are really true.
The daughter has become an adult.
I haven't seen any male friends of hers so far.
Whenever I asked, the answer was always one.
"[Boyfriend is not allowed to date now. I'll date when I finish everything well and become an adult.]"
The daughter said that.
That means... she doesn't know men.
The problems caused by not knowing men are various.
The biggest among them is that she doesn't know how primitive and animal-like a man is to sexual stimulation.
That's why the daughter is confused now.
She seems to think dad is a separate being called dad.
But dad is also a man.
Pretending to be decent, talking about heart empathy, but in the end, I'm also vulnerable to sexual stimulation.
The daughter is still cute.
But that cuteness is accompanied by a sexiness that lightly ignores it like aura.
Big breasts.
She eats a lot, but her waist is slim to the point of doubting where it all goes.
And wide hips and firm buttocks.
Height of 175cm with long limbs.
20 years of empathy.
And visual stimulation.
Because of these two, I'm on the verge of becoming a despicable dad who gets aroused looking at the daughter.
Still, just by looking, I can use mind control to prevent arousal.
But if the daughter starts massaging my body in such clothes?
High probability, I'll be socially ostracized.
But the daughter who sees my effort not to become a pervert in front of her will think differently.
"[Dad doesn't like me wearing this.]"
"[She said anything is okay, but in the end it was just words.]"
She would be disappointed.
It hasn't been a few hours since I apologized at the amusement park.
She would have accepted that as all pretense.
To not become a pervert, I should just sleep here as is.
For a few days, she'll be sulking, but it can be resolved slowly.
But in the daughter's heart, dad will have the tag "pretense lump".
It will continue, and it will become a bigger barrier between me and the daughter.
I don't want that.
I have lived for the daughter.
Without the daughter, I have nothing left.
Since I have lived happy days with the daughter, I want the future life to be happy with the daughter too.
To do that, I have to resolve this situation now.
The daughter's misunderstanding.
Knock knock.
I go to the daughter's room and knock on the door.
"It's over! Get out! I hate Dad!"
"Daughter... sorry. Dad did wrong."
"From now on, I'll do whatever Dad wants for the rest of my life! Okay?"
"Could we talk while looking at each other's faces? I have something to tell you."
"......"
"Dad is asking this."
Creak.
The door opens slightly.
"Can I come in?"
"No. Let's talk in the living room."
"Okay."
The daughter came out of the room.
The daughter has changed into the pajamas she wore before.
She's not listening to my words.
She's rebelling.
The daughter sits on the living room sofa.
As polite as possible posture.
It also contains rebellion inside.
"Too many things to apologize for today."
"Me too. I didn't know Dad was such a pretentious person."
The daughter's answer has many thorns in the voice.
It hurt.
"Dad... I thought you said that if I get a massage when tired, I might catch a cold."
"How do you know that without ever receiving my massage?!"
Sharp.
"Dad, did you go to some strange shop?"
But I can't be flustered here.
"Or do you mean chiropractic treatment?"
"...I know."
"Earlier, I had an injury, right?"
"Yes."
"Chiropractic is a type of massage. I got it then and caught a cold. Remember?"
"Ah......"
"So... I asked for it next time instead of today. It's not because I don't want the daughter's massage... it's not because I don't like the clothes."
"......"
The daughter's face was subtle.
My excuse was excellent.
Not much room for doubt.
"Then, can I get a massage when I'm not tired tomorrow?"
Startled.
But I can't refuse here.
"Then. I'll definitely get it tomorrow."
"Okay. Then."
The daughter came to me and hugged me.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, Dad."
"Glad the misunderstanding is cleared."
"Then... good night?"
Haaah.
A yawn came out suddenly.
It was the moment tension was released.
"Yeah. Sleep well."
"Is sleeping together okay?"
"Then. Of course."
"Carry me."
The daughter wrapped her arms around my neck from behind.
I bent my waist, grabbed her two legs, and lifted her onto my back.
"Eek!"
"Dad's back is wide, I like it."
"Glad. Shall we go to sleep now?"
"Yeah. Dad."
"Sorry, daughter. You got disappointed a lot today."
"No, Dad. I'm the one who should be sorry."
With that, we entered the room to sleep.
****
Eun-hyeok and Min-ah were sleeping.
Eun-hyeok seemed very tired.
Even his nose, which usually doesn't snore, was snoring loudly and fell asleep.
Min-ah's eyes suddenly opened wide.
Perhaps because her father was snoring?
"...Does it have an effect?"
Or is there another scheme?
Min-ah's body that was sleeping apart slowly moved towards Eun-hyeok.
And... stuck behind Eun-hyeok's back, then thrust her hand under his pajamas pants.
"Now... I'm an adult."
Swoosh.
"I can do it."