Why Is My Daughter Here?
Three hours before Park Seongchan returned home.
Shin Ayoung slipped into her dad's room.
She began showing a lewd side completely unlike her usual demure image—one she'd never let Park Seongchan see.
First, she stepped inside and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.
"Huuuuh... Dad's smell."
Or she'd dive onto the bed, hug his pillow, and roll around in bliss.
"Ubu bu... I love Dad so much..."
Or...
"Snuuup... Huuuuh... So thick..."
She'd steal his unwashed underwear, still heavy with his musk...
After boldly indulging in all these acts, she finally spread out right in the middle of Park Seongchan's bed and started masturbating.
Huuuuh...
With trembling hands, she picked up her smartphone and opened the secure folder.
Today's visual aid for her session was a fresh clip she'd gotten by pure "chance"—Park Seongchan's steaming ejaculation scene.
Not just any, but the one from last night, where she had induced it with her own hands.
In the dark room, she turned on the phone screen and tapped play. There he was: Park Seongchan, eyes squeezed shut, breathing ragged.
His pants fully off, that massive cock standing tall, glistening with saliva and precum.
Staring at the screen, Shin Ayoung swallowed hard and plunged straight into last night's memory.
"Ah... Dad?"
Last night, her dad—who'd been tenderly wiping down her body—suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor.
At first, she worried too, dragging her feverish body to check on him...
Uh...?
But as she looked down to assess him, her eyes caught his lower half in those loose clothes. A heat unlike her flu fever surged through her.
From that moment, all she could see was Park Seongchan's crotch. Even through the baggy, worn training pants, it strained outward, taut as if about to rip.
"Uuuungh..."
Seeing her dad groan in agony, Shin Ayoung made up a ridiculous excuse in her mind and yanked off his pants.
This... this is for Dad. He's suffering. He helped me when I was in pain, so it's only right I return the favor...
With her rationalization complete, she finally laid eyes on Park Seongchan's real cock—something she'd only spied on in videos before.
Thud.
Whoa... whoaaa...
Those bulging blue veins, the savage throbbing. Shin Ayoung lost all reason.
Dad... Dad's cock.
Her eyes rolled back at the sight of her crush's real dick.
She went feral—gripping it hard, shoving it deep in her mouth, sucking and stroking desperately to make him cum.
"Huuuup... Chuuup..."
In her frenzy of sucking and licking every which way, the moment she clamped her palm tight around the glans...
Park Seongchan's first load erupted.
Twitch.
A fierce spasm, then thick yellowish fluid gushing out.
So sticky it clung to her palm without a drop spilling, and so much it overflowed her hand entirely.
This... this much?
Shin Ayoung flipped her palm in a panic, cupping both hands to catch it. Soon, a viscous pool of hot semen filled them.
Her hands brimmed with steaming cum.
Suddenly, she recalled what her friends at school had whispered about.
She brought it to her nose on impulse.
"Weird... smell."
A fishy tang filled her nostrils.
It shouldn't taste good, but...
They said it's addicting...
Snippets of her friends' secret talks with boyfriends flashed in her mind.
Everyone who tried it said it's delicious... so it must be.
Intrigued by the hype, Shin Ayoung tentatively touched her tongue to it.
"Eek... bitter..."
But the first taste was nothing like expected—a sharp, bitter fishiness that made her grimace.
"Why would anyone..."
Yet oddly, her complaints didn't last.
A strange urge hit: Maybe just one more lick... She dipped her tongue again, and soon found herself entranced, lapping away.
It's... seriously addicting...
A few licks in, she got what her friends meant by that hooked feeling.
Shin Ayoung kept going, tongue diving back into the yellowish pool. Once she opened wide, she couldn't stop—licking every drop from her hands.
Then, like a total addict, she milked his cock relentlessly, squeezing out load after load. Finally, she latched onto the spent shaft like a nursing baby, sucking greedily until she'd drained every last bit.
"Gulp..."
Lost in the haze, she had no clue how many times she'd swallowed. But the fullness in her belly suggested an insane amount.
The video ended. Back in the dark room.
Under her dad's covers, Shin Ayoung panted roughly, stroking her lower belly.
Ever since yesterday... my body's been weird...
Post-milking, the urges hit constantly—morning, noon, night. Anytime, anywhere, her pussy throbbed relentlessly.
And whenever I see Dad...?
His body odor, his scent—her womb tingled and buzzed every time.
Today alone, she'd masturbated four times.
First in her room, then the bathroom, lunch in the kitchen, and now, unable to hold back, she'd crawled into Dad's bed for this ongoing frenzy.
She'd desperately tried suppressing these random bursts with reason at first.
But it was a disaster.
Even holding back a little makes my waist ache like it's snapping...
The slightest restraint brought a dull, tearing pain deep in her back. Walking made her lower belly buzz and pulse—running was impossible.
Normal life was out of the question. To function, she had to vent the urges.
And now, late night—Park Seongchan finally came home.
That... that was close...
Clutching her pounding chest, Shin Ayoung shrank under the bedcovers like a mouse.
She'd assumed no-contact Dad was on night duty at the Research Institute.
Seizing the chance, she'd been pleasuring herself in his room to cool her burning body.
But the front door creaked open unexpectedly. Panicking, she dove under the covers without even grabbing her panties properly.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the hall. They stopped right at her door. Her heart nearly exploded.
I pulled the covers up to the pillows just in case...
Luckily, Dad peeked in her room, found nothing suspicious, and moved on.
Praising her foresight in staging the room, she sighed inwardly in relief.
Phew...
But the real issue was now.
First crisis averted... but what about this?
Next, he'd enter this room—his bedroom.
He never showered late; he'd crash right away, oblivious to her.
This half-baked hiding-under-covers plan stemmed from a childhood memory.
She'd once hidden to prank late-home Dad, but he'd conked out without noticing her at all.
Just like then... he won't realize I'm here... right?
Sure enough, rustling came through the covers—Dad undressing.
Just a blanket between them as he stripped. A bold idea sparked in her mind.
If I get away with this, great... but it feels like a missed chance...
Shin Ayoung was trapped in a contradictory dilemma.
She craved exposing her slutty side to seduce him—yet desperately wanted to stay his sweet, obedient daughter.
This world's norms, picked up from school and friends, had turned her into a typical horny girl.
But Park Seongchan's rare strictness on sex had twisted her budding lewdness into something profound.
The result: I want to make Dad my man and fuck him senseless... but I can't let him see my vulgar, depraved true self. A bizarre state.
Haaa...
Worse, situations like this—nearly caught—made her pussy spark with even greater pleasure and thrill. Her kinks were warping.
As she agonized over this life-defining dilemma...
Rustle.
Dad's sigh and shifting came right through the covers.
Then, snoring.
While she pondered, Park Seongchan had fallen asleep.
No choice... Dad prefers an obedient daughter over a slutty one.
Really, she'd just missed her timing mid-deliberation—but she convinced herself she was naturally the prim type.
Cautiously, she peeled back the covers.
There: his solid, broad back.
Dad, dead tired from work, sprawled asleep. That wide back captivated her.
Always so broad... Dad's back.
Different from the one she'd ridden as a kid, yet still vast. The adult back that always protected and cared for her.
And at the same time... a man's back.
She traced it once with her hand. He twitched briefly, then rolled over—facing her.
And in that instant.
Thud.
Something hard pressed against her belly through the covers. Looking down: the familiar, rigid outline of last night's cock, straining against his loose panties like it might burst free.
No helping it...
Unable to ignore his pained expression and that throbbing monster, she worked to ease his "discomfort" for Dad's sake.
5 AM. My familiar alarm woke me.
"Ahhh... slept great."
I stretched, checking my body.
Feeling good today too.
Body full of energy. No back pain.
And down below, a nicely swollen—but not painfully so—erection.
Perfect condition. Nodding happily, I shook off the sleepies and slowly pulled down the covers.
"Huh?"
I nearly passed out at the sight before me.