Dad's Mouth Smelled of Chestnut Blossoms
Min-ah let out a long sigh the moment she reached her neighborhood.
It had been a chaotic day. She couldn't even count how many major things had piled up on top of each other. Her first class at university. Tae-min, the College Student Council President, hitting on her. His older sister Eun-ha, the General Student Council President, teaching a self-defense class. Her first packed subway ride, which she'd already grown sick of. And then... being sexually assaulted by a groper on that packed train.
The sensation of her ass being squeezed still seemed to linger, and Min-ah swatted at her backside with her hand.
...Disgusting.
The groper's identity was none other than Byeon Tae-seop, a second-year at the same elite university. His face, repulsive just to look at, and those sticky, pig-like hands were still burned into Min-ah's mind.
Filthy... filthy!!
She'd caught Tae-seop and punished him. But the most important thing, in the end, was that she had been groped at all. How long had it been since he'd washed those hands, for them to be that sticky?
When she'd subdued him, the adrenaline had blocked out the smell. It was only after everything was over that she realized how sticky Tae-seop's hands were. She brought her own hands—the ones that had restrained his—to her nose, and was horrified.
...I'm going to... throw up.
A tremendous stench began wafting from her hands. She sprinted straight to the subway restroom, pumped the liquid soap like a madwoman, and started washing.
Why... why won't the smell come off...!
Ten times.
Twenty times.
Only then could she finally scrub the groper's nauseating stench from her own hands.
Ah... my panties......
Once the smell on her hands was gone, a maddening revulsion hit her—the fact that the groper's stinking hands had groped her most intimate parts through her underwear. But there was nothing she could do about the skirt and panties. She wanted to strip the panties off right then and throw them in the trash, but her skirt was too short to pull it off.
I really liked this one......
There was no choice. She never wanted to wear anything that filthy groper had touched ever again.
And so she arrived home. She would go in, strip off her clothes, and shower first thing. She would wash at least twenty times.
...The place meant for Dad's baby has been defiled.
Min-ah maintained her genitals with obsessive care. For situations she could never predict, she always cleansed herself with feminine wash. She never wanted her dad to catch any foul smell from down there.
She took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. There were three units on the twentieth floor, and two of them were empty—the previous tenants had all moved out a few months ago. Unit 3 on the twentieth floor. That was Min-ah and her dad's home.
Looks like someone's moving in.
The entrance to Unit 2 was cluttered with something—moving boxes. Strangely, this building always seemed to have fewer and fewer residents. There was nothing particularly inconvenient about it. Amenities, medical facilities—everything was fully equipped, and Min-ah was extremely satisfied with the place. That was why she'd never understood why people kept leaving... but now that someone was moving in again, she felt a strange sense of relief.
Ding-dong.
"Min-ah?"
"Yes!"
Hearing her dad's voice, her foul mood dissolved in an instant. Even that maddening, obsessive urge to scrub herself clean melted away like it had never existed.
To Min-ah, her dad was everything. Hearing his voice just now made her feel it even more. That for her, Dad was absolute. That she could never, ever let him go.
The lock clicked, and the door opened.
"Dad, I'm ho—"
The smell of spicy pork stir-fry. It was her favorite of all the dishes Dad cooked. The heart that had unclenched at the sound of his voice now felt like it was fully relaxing.
Then, for a moment, something felt off.
This... this isn't Dad's spicy pork stir-fry...?
"You're home."
Min-ah's body stiffened slightly. Standing beside her dad was a woman wearing an apron, smiling at her. It was Baek Ah-rin—her father's colleague at the hospital, and his lover.
Her hair was cut short above the shoulders, but her face was more femininely beautiful than anyone's. She looked a little older, yet with an unsullied purity and a mature allure... she was perfect. She was shorter than Min-ah, but tall enough for a woman. The allure was overwhelming.
Min-ah was startled. She had never once envied another woman for her feminine appeal—she herself was far too perfectly feminine for that. But in front of Baek Ah-rin, it was different. For the first time, the thought crossed her mind that she was inferior to this woman.
A woman who could make her feel threatened as a fellow woman. At that unfamiliar sensation, a shiver of tension ran down Min-ah's spine.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Baek Ah-rin. I work at your dad's hospital."
How dare she hold out her hand to me before Dad even introduces her?
Min-ah looked at her dad. But he was watching it all with a smile full of happiness. It had been a long time since she'd seen that kind of smile on his face. There had always been some shadow hanging over him, somewhere. A bright laugh without a single shadow.
I can't... disappoint Dad, can I.
Min-ah smoothed out her frozen expression and smiled. If it was a fake smile, she was always well-trained.
"Hello... it's nice to meet you."
Min-ah took Ah-rin's hand. For all the maturity she projected, Ah-rin's hand was incredibly soft—even though it had gone cold from chopping vegetables just moments ago.
"She's the colleague I rely on most at the hospital. I was so grateful I invited her over. Eating at home is healthier than eating out, so..."
Dad's words sounded somehow like an excuse. But Min-ah thought it was a relief. Dad and that woman, alone together outside?
Absolutely... absolutely not.
Eun-hyeok belonged to Min-ah. That was what Min-ah believed. But the thought that he might become that woman's instead slammed into her mind, and her head went blank for a moment—the way it does when you take a hard blow.
Fil...thy.
Suddenly the groper she'd forgotten came flooding back. The defiled skirt and panties. That nauseating smell seemed to assault her nose all over again.
"I'm going to... go wash up real quick."
"Ah... yeah.... Go ahead."
Whenever Min-ah came home, she always kissed her dad. Eun-hyeok had been waiting with his lips ready, expecting it. But Min-ah walked right past him.
Bang. The sound of her daughter's bedroom door closing a little too hard.
"Her reaction isn't as bad as I was worried it would be."
Ah-rin smiled as she looked at Eun-hyeok.
"Don't you think you're being a little too sensitive?"
The truth was, Eun-hyeok had asked Ah-rin for her understanding in advance—that Min-ah might possibly behave rudely toward her. A father's new lover. That could soon mean a new mother for his daughter. And there were plenty of cases of children who fiercely resisted that.
Eun-hyeok didn't want that kind of conflict to happen. His dream was for them to slowly understand each other, melt together, and become a new family.
As far as Eun-hyeok was concerned, it was a good start. Judging by Min-ah so far, he'd expected her to oppose it quite fiercely... but the expression on Min-ah's face when she first saw Ah-rin had still been a smile. Of course, the fact that she hadn't given him their usual kiss made him a little uneasy, but he figured she might have been embarrassed because Ah-rin was there.
"I guess I was worrying too much."
"It's probably because you've heard too many bad cases from that psychology major you know."
"Y-yeah, that must be it."
"From what I saw, I don't think that'll happen. She didn't seem to feel any aversion toward me at all."
"That's a relief, then."
Eun-hyeok let out a deep sigh of relief inwardly. Relief that they'd gotten past the first hurdle.
"Now let's finish making the spicy pork."
Ah-rin came close and kissed Eun-hyeok on the lips. Then she whispered in his ear.
"Milk...?"
For a moment, Eun-hyeok didn't understand what Ah-rin meant by milk.
"This..."
Ah-rin's hand lightly touched Eun-hyeok's cock.
"...Uh... ah.......!"
Eun-hyeok's face turned red. He'd finally understood.
Throwing Eun-hyeok a mischievous smile, Ah-rin headed back to the kitchen with light steps. Eun-hyeok couldn't collect himself after Ah-rin's dirty innuendo. But the look on his face wasn't one of dislike.
She wrapped the skirt and panties the groper had touched in a black plastic bag and tied it shut. Then she went into the shower to wash. She washed her hands with soap. Even touching the skirt and panties as she took them off felt filthy.
After washing twenty times, she started scrubbing her ass with shower gel.
I have to wash it off. I have to wash it off. I have to wash it off. I have to wash it off.
But no matter how much she washed, she couldn't forget the groper's horrific touch.
...Damn it......
Her soft ass began to sting from the relentless scrubbing. The outer layer of skin was starting to peel. She wanted to wash more, but she had to stop. There was still one more place to clean, anyway.
Min-ah's genitals. She started washing herself with feminine cleanser.
Obsession born of anxiety. Anxiety born of obsession. Min-ah was trapped in a terrible, endless loop.
"Aren't you done yet?"
The shower was taking several times longer than usual, so Eun-hyeok, worried, came to Min-ah's door.
Maybe she's upset after all, now that it's sunk in.
Eun-hyeok started worrying all over again. If Min-ah wouldn't accept Ah-rin, things would get extremely complicated.
"No, Dad! I'm coming out!"
But Eun-hyeok's worry dissolved immediately. Min-ah's voice was bright.
The door burst open. Min-ah's face and hands looked unusually pale today. There was nothing dark about her expression, but the paleness of her face was a little concerning.
"Dad, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Huh...? Ah...!"
Eun-hyeok understood immediately. Right. He'd just forgotten. The kiss they always shared when she came home in the evening. He offered his lips.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I forgot."
"You should be sorry, Dad! How could you forget a kiss from a daughter this cute?"
Min-ah's lips met Eun-hyeok's. For a split second, a crease formed between Min-ah's brows—but Eun-hyeok didn't notice. She'd smoothed it out the instant their lips parted.
"Come on, let's go eat dinner. Ah-rin prepared a meal just for our Min-ah."
"Ah... no wonder the spicy pork smelled different."
"Ah-rin was talking big about how she could beat my spicy pork... let's give it a taste test."
"Okay, Dad!"
Min-ah linked her arm through her dad's. She pressed in even closer, almost like they were a couple, and that was how they walked to the kitchen. Eun-hyeok looked a little uncomfortable, but since it was what his daughter wanted, he said nothing.
His daughter. Behind her smile, Min-ah was floating a thousand question marks.
From Dad's mouth... I smelled chestnut blossoms?