Suspicion Turns to Certainty
"..."
Silence.
The door had definitely closed. There'd been the sound of a bag bumping into Ayeong. And yet the moment those rustling noises faded, a silence settled over the room that felt like a full five minutes.
The only things reaching my ears were the thud of my own heart and the sound of my breathing. Ayeong's breath was nowhere to be heard. It felt as though I were the only person in the room.
But I knew better.
Less than a meter away, Ayeong was standing stock-still.
"..."
"..."
The suffocating silence stretched on—until something broke it. A shallow sigh, maybe. The soft sound of air being released through the nose.
"Huuu..."
Not quite a word. Just a small, quiet exhale. That little sigh shattered the choking stillness, and after it came a brief whisper of hair shifting, then the rustle of pajamas and the creak of floorboards.
Creak...
Creak...
The faint, unavoidable sound of bare soles peeling off the wooden floor, drawing closer and closer—from the doorway toward my bed.
Creak...
Thump.
Creak...
Thump-thump.
When the creaking finally stopped right in front of my bed, my heart was hammering at its absolute peak.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
Silence fell over the room again, but this time it didn't last long.
"..."
"..."
A few seconds, maybe. Then the distinctive rustle of pajamas, a soft whisper of hair—and strands of it tickling my cheek.
"...Dad... are you asleep...?"
I flinched.
She'd leaned in so close her voice was practically brushing my eardrum, murmuring low and soft, and for a second I nearly blew the whole act of pretending to sleep. That voice scraped right down into the inside of my eardrums.
But I held on. Not a word. Not a single sound.
"..."
When I gave no answer, the soft brush of hair against my cheek vanished.
"Guess he is asleep..."
A moment later, the right side of the mattress dipped slightly. I couldn't see with my eyes closed, but she must have sat or lain down beside me.
"..."
Having confirmed I was out cold, my daughter said nothing more. She simply stayed there next to me. And then a strangely familiar sound began to reach my ears.
Click. Click.
Like the sound of a fingernail rubbing against another fingernail...?
Where had I heard that before? I was still turning it over when another sound arrived and answered the question for me.
Huh?
My confusion only deepened.
Rustle.
Thump.
Slide.
The bed shifted for a moment, then one last soft thump—and the room went quiet again.
With my eyes shut, every other sense had sharpened. I knew exactly what those sounds were. I knew exactly what that shifting on the mattress meant.
The sound of pajamas... coming off?
The clicking had been buttons. The rustling was her pajama top being pulled off. And that final sliding sound, paired with the mattress dipping—
Pajama bottoms...?
The moment the thought landed, something began to take shape against the pitch-black of my closed eyelids. The image from yesterday. Ayeong in her green underwear.
And the second I pictured it, the cock that had been lying low in my pants stirred and began to swell.
"Mm...?"
She noticed right away—a small sound of surprise.
"..."
It went quiet again immediately after, but the sheer tension of thinking I'd been caught only made my cock refuse to settle. It got even harder.
Come on... please... just listen to me for once...
Anyone looking at this situation would be suspicious, right?
A sleeping person hears the sound of pajamas coming off and gets hard? Without doing anything?
But my brain and my cock had other ideas. They kept summoning the image of Ayeong in her underwear, making everything worse by the second.
"Nn...?"
Another soft sound of confusion—she'd clearly noticed the erection.
Please... please. Please!
But my worry resolved itself in a way I never saw coming.
"Sssss..."
...?!
While I was still panicking, a wave of heat pressed against the taut fabric of my pajama pants.
What... what was that just now.
"Ssssss..."
"..."
"Haaaah..."
No way.
Is my daughter smelling my cock right now?
And the muttered words that followed turned that suspicion into certainty.
"...? The scent's a little weaker today...?"
Oh... today?
Which meant—
She did this yesterday too?
No. No, that couldn't be it.
She just means compared to my usual body odor when I come home. That's all.
I forced the most ridiculous alternative I could invent, just so I wouldn't have to accept it.
But my daughter, as if refusing to let her father dodge the truth, moved straight to the next stage.
"Hnn..."
Huh?
Along with the sound of her drawing a breath, the sound of skin against skin began to fill the room. At first it was ordinary—bare skin sliding over bare skin.
Slick. Slick.
Dry friction. But gradually the sound took on moisture, and then—
"Hnn... hnnn..."
—it turned wet and sticky, accompanied by those lewd little noises.
What... what is this.
I'd heard that voice before. Once. Recently.
When Ayeong had the flu... that time.
"Mm...? Dad... I... I can't move... can you help me...? Please?"
The sounds she'd made while I was wiping her down. That slightly nasal, aching quality.
"Hnn."
"Hnnn..."
It had only been a few days ago. That voice was still vivid in my memory—and now it was overlapping with the one I was hearing, layering over itself again and again, until the eyelids I'd been squeezing shut began to open on their own.
And the sight that unfolded before me was—
"Haahnn..."
—a sight that demolished every forced rationalization and desperate hypothesis I'd been clinging to, and left only one single truth standing.
Ah.
Kim Taeyang had been right.
I'd been wrong.
My tangled thoughts went blank in an instant.
"Hnn... sssss..."
She had her face buried against my cock, inhaling deeply as she masturbated. Her cheeks were flushed, a light sheen of sweat on her skin, her right hand shoved into her panties and rubbing hard. She was so worked up that sticky strands of fluid stretched between her fingers like spiderwebs.
"Hnnit..."
Every time she trembled, thick drops fell onto the blanket beneath her kneeling form, leaving dark stains.
Looking at that—looking at something no one treating their father as family would ever do—
Right now...
I had no choice but to scrap the plan I'd come in with. The plan to catch her in the act.
What the hell was I even about to do.
What I'd been preparing to pull was nothing more than toying with someone's feelings. Kim Taeyang's words floated back up.
— There's nothing lower than playing with a person's heart.
The whole premise had been wrong from the start. This was deception. If I was going to confront her, I should have done it openly.
She asked me twice if I was asleep, and I pretended I was—and the moment she actually does something, I jump her?
To pull something that cowardly and then lecture her about justice, scolding her one-sidedly—that was pure selfishness. Thinking only of myself. And the shame she would feel if I did that... I couldn't even begin to measure it.
Which means... in this situation, I have no right to say a word.
All I could do was silently confirm the truth. That was as far as I was allowed to go.
At least now I know exactly how she feels.
That didn't mean I could just sit up and go full throttle. I couldn't rewrite the common sense that had been drilled into my bones overnight. So what I needed to do going forward was—
Stop pushing Ayeong away when she comes to me. Just accept it.
Change my mindset. As hard as it would be, accept the common sense of this world. That had to be priority one.
I'm sorry, Ayeong.
I couldn't give her the result she wanted right this second. An awkward life, nothing like the one I'd known, was waiting for me. But I had to try.
And the first gate I had to get through as a foundation for that—
"Dad... I'll be borrowing you again today, okay...?"
—was accepting her touch. And watching, with my own two eyes, exactly how Ayeong coaxed me along and how she dealt with that enormous volume of semen.
So I began to observe everything my daughter did.
After masturbating several times, Ayeong looked at my cock with a satisfied expression—then tried to pull my pajama pants down.
"Upsy..."
"..."
But the pants caught on a cock that was hard to its absolute limit and refused to come off. She grunted and tugged for a while before letting go.
"Nngh... yeah, it's not coming off..."
"..."
"Doesn't it hurt when you sleep, Dad...? I heard it usually hurts when it's this stiff..."
...Ayeong. Normally it doesn't get this big when you're asleep.
It just gets a little firm, that's all.
Watching her struggle, I shifted my body just enough to make the pants easier to pull free. But maybe it looked like I was about to wake up—because she froze solid and stared straight at my face.
"..."
"..."
Fortunately the room was dark and my eyes were only half-open, so she didn't seem to catch on...
"...Dad... you're asleep, right...?"
She stretched her right hand out and waved it right in front of my nose. Holding my breath through that much was manageable—until
Plip.
"...Ah."
"..."
—a sticky drop of fluid fell onto my lips. Because I'd been slightly parting them to sell the sleeping act, the liquid slipped straight into my mouth.
A thick taste, a little salty and a little sweet all at once.
H... holy shit...
My body swallowed on pure reflex, throat bobbing—and I was sure that would give me away. But—
"...Yeah, he's out. Of course he is. Once Dad falls asleep, he never wakes up in the middle."
...My usual reputation had just saved me.
And after that, Ayeong started getting bolder.
"Dad... I don't want your pants getting dirty, so I'm just gonna take them off for a sec..."
"..."
"And... your underwear too..."
In a flash she had both my pants and my underwear off.
"Sss... haah..."
"..."
"Dad... your smell... is the best..."
This time she pulled my underwear over her face and started inhaling.
...Ayeong was this much of a pervert...?
The demure daughter I knew every other hour of the day, doing something this shameless. My body only got more worked up for it. My cock throbbed like it was losing its mind.
Seeing that, Ayeong stopped sniffing and slowly brought her face down toward my cock.
"Dad... I'm sorry. I was only thinking about myself, wasn't I? You're suffering too."
At first I thought she was talking to me and squeezed my eyes shut just in case—but
"..."
when rough, warm breath brushed against my cock and I cracked my eyes open to check, I wasn't even on her radar. Both of her eyes were locked on my cock alone.
"I'll take care of it for you right now."
"..."
"Well then... dig in."