Clit Masturbation... It's Okay Because It's Not Insertion

"Good night, sweetheart."

"Night, Dad!"

The door clicked shut. Min-ah closed it behind her, then pressed the lock home without a sound and flung herself onto the bed, covering her face with both hands. They were still cold from brushing her teeth with tap water — and nothing was better for cooling the heat that had risen in her cheeks.

...Dad drank with a woman?

Her teeth ground together. Inside her head, the image of her father drinking with some woman played on a loop.

Why? Why did I assume Dad's hospital junior was a man?

No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't remember. Eun-hyeok — her dad — wouldn't have been trying to hide anything from her. If he had hidden it, that actually would have been better for her. Proof that he had her on his mind, too. But Eun-hyeok didn't look at Min-ah as a lover. He loved her. As a daughter. It was nothing like the way she loved him as a man.

Why am I so stupid...?

Which meant the culprit was Min-ah herself. This whole mess had started because she'd gotten the wrong idea.

If I'd known it was a woman, I would have stopped him...

She smacked her palm against the bedding. It didn't help. The anger wouldn't go anywhere.

Nothing happened, right? Nothing happened, right? Nothing happened, right? Nothing happened, right? Nothing happened, right?

She tried to pull herself together, but sweat began beading on her face anyway, against her will. Because of one thought she couldn't shake.

Then why did Dad smell like women's shampoo?

Did Dad lie to me?

No. Dad wouldn't lie.

He didn't have sex with that woman... right?

No. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠said he blacked out at the drinking table. Dad would never be that kind of person.

Suspicion and excuses chased each other around inside her head.

Dad's a good person. He wouldn't have sex with someone who was unconscious.

The doubt was endless. But at the end of every spiral sat her faith in her father.

Dad is... the good dad I chose. There's no way.

The moment she thought it, the beads of sweat along her forehead began to recede.

"Hah..."

Min-ah lay there staring at the ceiling. It had been a lot of a day. Luck had been on her side from morning to night. Everything had fallen into place too perfectly. Min-ah trusted her gut. And when Eun-hyeok had come home from work, that gut had hit her like a lightning strike.

She had trusted her instincts her whole life, and they had always been right. That was why she'd been so sure. She'd put on her battle gear — the sluttiest slip she owned — to make it impossible for Eun-hyeok not to jump her. To turn her own father into an animal.

She'd bent at the waist to open the lower kitchen cabinet, legs straight. Her peach of an ass... her pussy, soaked and twitching, had been right there for Eun-hyeok to see. She could feel it in her body — her dad getting more and more turned on. Yes. Just a little more.

Just a little more and... Dad's going to take me.

She'd rolled her hips. Every time she did, the scrap of fabric clinging to her sex inched a little further into her hole. Heat bloomed at her back. She was certain.

Any second now, Dad's going to... jump me, right?

She'd wanted it to look natural, so she'd even practiced acting bratty — to plant a sense of transgression in him, to pull him under, inch by inch, until he was hers. But that instinct had been completely, thoroughly wrong. Eun-hyeok had bolted for the bathroom. She'd assumed it was because he was too worked up. Thinking she only needed to land the finishing blow, Min-ah had followed him. She'd been wrong.

He just went in because his stomach hurt.

Her gut had failed her. She'd trusted it, made her move, and wrecked everything. Her head had gone into a full panic. She'd prayed that one word, at least, would not come out of Eun-hyeok's mouth.

But the worst-case scenario never came. Thank god — Eun-hyeok hadn't reacted to her provocation at all. After that, the evening had gone on like any other. Once the mess she'd made had snapped back to normal, she'd been so relieved. Chatting with Eun-hyeok about university orientation and her phone, she'd actually believed their old everyday life had been fully restored.

Until she saw the late-night text from Baek Ah-rin. Eun-hyeok's female junior.

Maybe... just maybe... that kind of thing didn't happen, right?

The unease came flooding back into her head. But she shook it off hard.

Dad isn't that kind of man.

Faith in her father, stronger than anything else. With that, she could beat every suspicion in the world.

Dad is... truly honest, truly good... he's my hero.

Eun-hyeok's face began to take shape in her mind. And the more clearly it did, the more a small, aching regret crept in.

If I'd succeeded today... Dad would have been my man by now.

In her eyes, her father's face looked unusually masculine tonight.

Why is that?

She thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure it out. Of course she couldn't. It was a trick of her hormones. Min-ah had worked her own body up in order to seduce Eun-hyeok. Sex sat at the end of her plan — the finale of Min-ah's grand design, the grand finale itself — and to pull it off properly, she had gotten herself aroused. Sexual arousal floods a woman's body with female hormones. The craving for a male grows violent. And so the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fantasy of the male she wanted gets painted on thicker, richer, inescapable.

Dad... Dad... I want to touch you... Dad...

She started picturing him. The hard muscle that was neither too much nor too little. Skin too smooth for his age. And his cock, swollen — the one she'd seen exactly once.

"Ah... ah?"

All at once, her ass went damp.

"Ah— wait!"

Right. She'd forgotten the panty liner. Earlier, when she'd been scrambling to cover her mistake, she'd been so flustered getting dressed that she hadn't put one on. And then she'd started imagining Eun-hyeok, and her own juices had soaked her backside.

"Ugh, seriously...!"

She yanked off her pajama pants in a hurry. The panties were already soaked through, so those came off too. Drip. Drip. Too late. The bed was already a mess of her own wetness. Her head crowded with irritation. She'd already had more than enough to be pissed about, and now her own bed was wrecked with her secretions. She couldn't stand it.

"Ugh... come on... ahh..."

But she couldn't let the anger boil over. If she did, Eun-hyeok would come to her room immediately. Her eyes fell on her pussy, swollen taut and puffy. Arousal. That was it. Min-ah still hadn't come down.

"What am I supposed to do with myself like this... Dad..."

Her sex was as swollen as it could possibly get. She'd been so sure. She'd fully expected to have sex with Eun-hyeok. A trickle ran out of her.

"Hah..."

Her body had finished every preparation for intercourse. Her first time, about to begin — her pussy had been waiting, aching, for a male's cock. People are animals. An animal's instinct is to reproduce. And the core of reproduction is the female, because only a female can carry young. That was why Min-ah's body had been waiting. It knew, instinctively, that to take a quality male's seed it had to keep that male constantly aroused. Her pussy had swollen thick — a hormonal feedback loop of pure instinct, meant to stimulate a cock and receive its seed.

But she hadn't received anything. Min-ah's sex, swollen to its limit, had been abandoned without fulfilling its purpose.

A throb.

"Hah...!"

Then her pussy staged a revolt.

The heat... isn't going down...

It wasn't going down. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠getting worse. Throb. Throb.

"Nngh...!"

Her pussy began to ache. A strange, violent stimulus slammed into her lower belly.

Ahh... I can't... not like this...

This had happened exactly three times in high school. The first time, she hadn't known what it was. The second, she'd known but couldn't do anything about it. The third, she'd known the solution and refused to use it. Each time she'd suffered for hours, secretly washing the sheets and panties and pajamas she'd ruined with her own juices so her dad wouldn't find out.

The solution was masturbation.

This hole is... Dad's... I can't put my own fingers in it first...

She refused. She wanted to grant the first use of this hole to her father and no one else. She wouldn't even allow her own fingers.

This... pussy... is Dad's... I have to treat it like it's precious...

She couldn't hold out. Before, it had only ever been imagination. But today she had put on that filthy slip and tried to seduce her father. She'd been certain she could offer him her virginity. She'd failed. Her body, however, did not consider it a failure.

Min-ah's pussy had been screaming it without end.

This is... different from the other times... I think I have to soothe it or it won't stop...

The only way to soothe it was to masturbate. But Min-ah's reason still insisted that her sex belonged to her father alone.

Right... if it's just the clitoris...

There were two ways to do it. The first was to insert something — a cock-shaped toy, a cucumber, whatever — into herself. The other was to stimulate the little bud sitting above her inner lips... the clitoris. She'd heard her friends say that once you got a taste for masturbation, you couldn't climb back out. Clit play would have let her get off without putting anything inside, and she still hadn't done it. That had been a matter of pride. She had an ideal: her desire wasn't something she was supposed to take care of herself. It was something she was supposed to pour into the person she loved.

Throb. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Throb.

"Hah... haaahhh..."

The sensation coming from her pussy... from her lower belly... was getting out of hand.

I can't... I can't take any more...

Pride shattered. Min-ah's fingers were already moving toward the sex between her legs.