Daddy's. My Man's.
Eun-hyeok and Min-ah were father and daughter.
They shared no blood.
Min-ah. A child born of a mistake—the mistake of A-yeong, Eun-hyeok's ex-wife.
A-yeong had been Eun-hyeok's college girlfriend, and later his wife. She was rumored to be the most beautiful woman at the university he attended. Every man at Hankuk University had, at least once, imagined holding her in his arms—that was how stunning she was.
Her ambitions matched her looks. To hold her, a man had to be handsome, and he had to have money. A-yeong set her sights on Eun-hyeok when he returned to school after finishing his military service. A decent face. The only son of a businessman and a professor. A medical student. He checked every box on the list she had drawn up—a premium husband, through and through. So she approached him, and Eun-hyeok, a naive young man with no experience with women, fell right into the fox's trap.
Then the crisis came. Eun-hyeok's father's business collapsed, and his parents took their own lives. One crushing blow after another, and Eun-hyeok began to fall apart. But A-yeong, his girlfriend, never once thought of lifting him up. She started preparing to leave.
Tsk... and I had him in the bag, too...
A-yeong clicked her tongue. Having decided that Eun-hyeok could no longer afford her worth, she left him. She took up with another man who could, and set up house with him.
It didn't take long for her to realize she'd made the wrong choice. The man she'd expected to become a wreck had defied every prediction and become a resident physician at Hankuk University. Meanwhile, the man she was living with grew poorer by the day. So A-yeong went back to Eun-hyeok.
She had only one worry. Before they split, the man she'd been with had begged her—pleaded—and they'd had sex without a condom. He didn't have much to his name, but in bed he was a stallion, the kind of man who could go all night. He'd sworn he'd give up everything for that one night, and she, without a thought for the fact that she was ovulating, had gone through with it.
That was why she rushed the marriage with Eun-hyeok. The wedding itself didn't matter. For a woman as vain as she was, a rich husband who could bring her money mattered far more. Eun-hyeok was so grateful she'd come back that he gave her everything she asked for. And just like that, A-yeong got everything she wanted.
Eun-hyeok was an impressive man. Tall, handsome, and he made good money. The problems were that he worked too much—and that he was hopeless in bed.
A handsome face. A body packed with lean muscle, not an ounce of fat on his stomach. That height. And a sizable cock to match. He was a perfect man. But if he was a dud in bed, he was useless to A-yeong.
She raised her daughter without much difficulty, hiring a nanny on Eun-hyeok's money. But the real problem was something else. A-yeong had a wandering eye. To put it crudely, she was a slut. She'd been beautiful since she was a child, and men had always paid her attention—that was how it started. A woman like that could never spend her whole life with one man. Especially not a man who was useless in bed.
Once she started to hate him, she couldn't even stand the sight of her husband. The same went for her daughter, Min-ah. She didn't even last five years before she started having an affair. The man she took up with was a trainer in his twenties, his muscles pumped full of steroids. He did everything for A-yeong. He satisfied every last one of her perverted sexual appetites. And he did it for one reason only: A-yeong brought him a fortune. The woman who had always lived off men's money had ended up in the position of providing it.
Naturally, Eun-hyeok's household began to fall apart. Sensing something was wrong, he tried to hold his crumbling family together—but it was no use.
The surface-level incident happened when Min-ah was six, at an amusement park. A-yeong picked a ridiculous fight and walked out, abandoning her husband and daughter. Her mind had been somewhere else entirely. She wasn't thinking about the amusement park—she was thinking about rolling around in the hotel next door with her lover. The result was a stupid, petty quarrel that would later become evidence of her affair. And it became the reason her own daughter, Min-ah, abandoned her in turn.
At six, a child's intelligence is already formed to a degree. Plenty of people remember being six. At a sensitive age for Min-ah, her own mother, A-yeong, had abandoned her husband and daughter and walked out of the amusement park. For Min-ah, it was a tremendous shock. Young as she was, Min-ah knew instinctively that A-yeong's mind was elsewhere. And she came to hate the mother who had abandoned her father and herself—A-yeong.
A-yeong's atrocities came to light three years later. Eun-hyeok filed for divorce, and he won.
At first, Eun-hyeok had intended to let A-yeong take custody of Min-ah. Nothing seemed more dreadful than raising a daughter who didn't share his blood. But then he saw Min-ah, and he changed his mind. His daughter was devoted to him. She looked only at him. The rage and hatred she felt toward her mother had, as its counterpart, become love for her father.
After his parents' deaths, he had never met anyone who loved him that much. In the end, Eun-hyeok decided to accept Min-ah as his own daughter.
For Min-ah, her love for her father only grew as she got older. It wasn't the love of a daughter for her father. Something more had begun to take root.
But the inhibitor suppressing all of it was the fact that Eun-hyeok and Min-ah were bound by blood.
Or so she believed.
Min-ah did not know that she was not Eun-hyeok's blood. Eun-hyeok had made sure of that—he had thoroughly buried the truth.
When the child went through puberty, when her secondary sexual characteristics developed, she began to crave something beyond spiritual love for her father. But Min-ah was a child Eun-hyeok had raised, and she possessed a thorough sense of ethics. A father must be loved purely as a father. She tried desperately to keep that rule.
So Min-ah strove to give him the greatest love possible within the bounds of being a daughter. She always yearned for her father. She demanded, fiercely, that he look only at her.
If I listen to everything Daddy says, that'll be enough, won't it?
If I get along with my friends, that'll be enough, won't it?
If I study hard, that'll be enough, won't it?
If I don't even glance at other boys, that'll be enough, won't it?
If I get rid of every woman who wags her tail at Daddy, that'll be enough, won't it?
She tried everything. But there was a two percent that would not be filled. Something that could never be filled. She found out what it was in Eun-hyeok's study.
"...I hate this."
Min-ah left the study like that and went into her room. She muttered the same words without stopping.
"I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this."
The funny thing was that her face and her mouth were doing two different things. Min-ah was smiling. But the words coming out of her mouth meant something entirely different from that smiling face.
The ethics in Min-ah's head no longer meant a thing. Taboos didn't scare her. She would cross them.
"...The same university as Dad."
Her mouth finally started saying something else.
"And once I come of age..."
Min-ah's smile only grew wider.
And now.
The day Min-ah turned twenty had arrived. She had finished the amusement park date she'd wanted so badly with her father. It had been a half-success, but she still remembered what the shaman had said.
"The effects'll come on slow, so don't get impatient. You rush it... and the whole thing goes to shit."
The young shaman glared at her over a fan of riotous colors, covering her mouth.
"By the way—you two really father and daughter? You sure about that?"
That strange remark of the shaman's had stuck with her.
"You think I'd be insane enough to throw twenty million won at you if we weren't?"
"...Hmm."
The shaman looked Min-ah up and down, then let a slow smile bloom behind the fan.
"Well. I suppose I need crazy bitches like you if I want to stay in business."
Min-ah smiled when she was called a crazy bitch. It didn't bother her that much.
Yeah.
She was a crazy bitch. A crazy bitch who loved her own father so much she wanted his body, too.
"I love him... and if it's love, that's enough, isn't it?"
As Eun-hyeok sank into a deep sleep, snoring, she inched closer and pressed herself against his back.
"It's okay. I can."
Min-ah's hand reached toward the pants of Eun-hyeok's pajamas. Her hand was bold, but it was trembling. She had seen plenty. She had heard plenty. But this was the first time for real. A man's cock. And she was about to put her hand on her sleeping father's.