I Wanted Dad to Be a Beast...
It wouldn't go down.
Once it had swollen, my cock radiated a searing heat as it jutted out from my pajama pants.
There was only one reason it had gotten this hard.
I had seen my daughter's beautiful body.
My daughter.
My precious, beloved daughter.
The child so dear I could have tucked her into my own eye and never felt a sting.
And toward a daughter like that... how could I feel lust?
Reason rejected it utterly. She was an adult, but Min-ah... in my mind, my daughter was still that adorable little kitten of mine. The child who only ever played cute for me, who clung to me so lovingly.
And looking at that child, I... I had, horribly, swollen my own cock.
A beast.
I was nothing but a beast's whelp.
Inside my head, my daughter's ass wouldn't leave me... that small mound, covered by a scrap of cloth, nestled between those cheeks.
Ah...
Crazy bastard......
Crazy bastard...!
Crazy bastard!!!
Thwack!
Thwack!
I started striking my own head with both hands.
It hurt.
But it had to hurt.
I was a failure as a father.
A beast's whelp.
A beast's whelp who'd gotten hard looking at his own daughter.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Again. I brought my fists down on my own skull with every ounce of force I could muster.
Min-ah sat at the dining table, her face gone white.
Her father, Eun-hyeok, still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
She was certain of it. Dad had gotten aroused looking at her.
Which meant it had been as good as done.
Sex. Intercourse. All she had to do was take Dad's cock into her, and everything would be over.
She had to finish it in an instant. That was why Min-ah had kept herself wet.
It was simple. Eun-hyeok's masculine face. The scorching kiss they would share. Just imagining that much was enough for her juices to overflow.
Ever since she'd started high school, Min-ah had always worn panty liners.
There was only one reason.
"Dad! I'm ready!"
An ordinary school-day morning. Standing in the entryway in her shoes, Min-ah would call for her father. Eun-hyeok would stop whatever dishes he was washing and come to the door.
"Dad, I'm heading out."
"Okay, sweetheart. Do your best today."
Min-ah always offered him her lips. Those plump, gleaming pink lips. Eun-hyeok would let his own brush against them, ever so lightly.
A soft peck.
Min-ah would lean her whole body toward him. Of everything she had, her lips always led the way. Short. Fierce. She would mash her mouth hard against the lips he had offered so gently.
At first, she hadn't even noticed.
She hadn't realized that just kissing her dad was enough to soak her between the legs. By the time she'd walked any distance, her panties would be wet, and it had been a genuine inconvenience.
But now that wetness was something she needed desperately. She knew that when Dad finally came down on her... for both of them to feel the greatest possible pleasure, that fluid was essential.
Min-ah's juices had plastered the fabric of her thong even tighter against her sex. With every movement, the cloth seemed to move with her. That white scrap of fabric digging into the slight cleft of her, revealing that breathtaking sight — she had been certain it would turn Dad into a beast.
And it had worked. Eun-hyeok had bolted for the bathroom.
That was the exact moment Min-ah had been aiming for. She had run after him. Her face had been overflowing with happiness. The summit was right in front of her. Once she cleared this, Dad would become her man. She would have him entirely in her hands. She would truly become one with him.
Every time she thought of Dad, her sex twitched. It had swollen like a plump, water-fat oyster. A hole that had never even taken a finger. Everything about her optimized to receive Dad's huge cock for the first time. The thrill that three long years of lonely waiting were over, and that happy days were about to begin.
Dad.
I can have Dad. I can devour Dad. He's mine. I've waited twenty years. Now he's mine forever. He's miiine!!
"Min-ahhhhh!!!!!!!!"
Min-ah's runaway charge was cut short by Eun-hyeok's shout. Her almost feral rush of motion froze as if someone had flipped a switch. Reason came flooding back, sharp enough that she could judge the situation with perfect clarity.
Her face flushed scarlet, then the color drained so completely it was as if the blood had been sucked out of her, leaving her white as a sheet.
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The shaman's words began to ring through Min-ah's head, over and over.
If it goes on like this... I can't. Dad will be torn apart. He'll stop being mine.......
Her legs wobbled as she walked into the kitchen. She peeled off her apron, laid it on the table, and dropped into a chair.
A wet slap. The chair met her thoroughly soaked panties, and the sensation was unpleasant.
Her dearest wish. It had been on the verge of crumbling into nothing.
The blood had left Min-ah's face so completely you could feel it in her skin; she looked like a ghost. But she was a prodigy who had gotten into Hankuk University. She couldn't just sit there and watch the spilled water soak into the floor.
Right. As long as things don't get awkward with Dad after this, it should be fine, shouldn't it?
The thought struck her all at once. She interpreted the shaman's warning — the condition that would shatter everything — as the moment her relationship with her father went sour.
When Dad comes out, I just have to treat him like nothing happened, don't I?
Min-ah hurried into her room. She stuffed the soaked thong into the trash, tore open a panty liner, and pulled on the ordinary white briefs she always wore, the kind that actually covered her ass. Then she put on a microfiber pajama set that hid her body.
Greeting him as if nothing were wrong, in the outfit that would put him most at ease. That was the recovery plan Min-ah had settled on.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Her heart was hammering itself to death. Every nerve, every glance, locked onto the master bedroom door.
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
She prayed, and prayed again, inside her heart.
I finally managed to calm down.
Even after time had passed it still wouldn't go down, and I'd even considered jerking off.
...No... I... that... absolutely not!!
Masturbating while imagining my own daughter. Unthinkable. And so... little by little... little by little... it shrank.
Without my daughter's voice, it seemed to settle more and more.
What was this.
I was ashamed. I had dared... to look at my daughter and become sexually aroused. A shameless act I should never have committed......
Even now that the arousal had subsided, I had no face to go out there and look at her. And more than anything, there was one thing I was afraid of.
Had my daughter... realized I'd had those filthy thoughts?
No. Anything but that. That, above all, could not happen.
My social life. My standing. Those things collapsing would mean nothing. There was only one thing I was afraid of.
That my daughter would be disappointed in me.
I was the only family she had. If she found out that her one and only family saw her as a sexual object, how would that feel? If it were me, I would have been truly despairing. I would never have wanted to look at my father again.
I didn't want that tragedy to happen to my daughter. I didn't want to lose my one and only daughter that way, either.
She was the daughter half my life had gone into. The greatest achievement of my existence. I didn't want to lose that shining child... over something as wretched as this.
Right. I had to get past it as if nothing had happened. I couldn't pay any attention to what she was wearing. I had to dress her body again with my own eyes before I looked at her.
I would never see my daughter as a sexual object. That was what a beast did. Even if we didn't share blood. That was still the act of a beast.
I was calm. I was ready to go out.
I felt nothing. Nothing had happened. I had simply thought the spicy pork stir-fry my daughter had made looked delicious. That fantastical smell. That happiness of fatty sauce from the pork mixing through a mouthful of plump, pearly Odae rice. That was all I had been hoping for.
I was ordinary, as always. My daughter was ordinary too.
"Nothing happened between us."
Eun-hyeok opened the master bedroom door and came out. He looked no different from usual. Min-ah greeted her father with a casualness that had nothing to do with the anxiety clawing at her chest.
"Sorry, sweetheart. My stomach suddenly started killing me... I couldn't think straight."
"Ah... really? Are you okay, Dad?"
"Yeah. I took something for it."
Eun-hyeok sat down at the table. Min-ah sat down after him.
"The house felt cold today, so I changed into something thicker."
"Yeah. Now that you mention it, it is unusually chilly in here today."
Lies. Both of them. Eun-hyeok and Min-ah alike were sweating hard enough to soak their underwear.
"All right. Let's eat."
"You can look forward to it, Dad. I really put my heart into this."
A warm, cheerful father-and-daughter dinner. Father and daughter. With each of their instincts buried, a thoroughly performed play of an evening began.