Extraction
Spring.
The season when life begins to stir in earnest after an endless eternity of waiting. And among its many nights, the early March dark is a surprisingly tricky thing to handle.
While the evening still holds a glow — that soft dusk light that seems to coax spring's vitality along — a cool, gentle breeze tickles at your toes, mild and pleasant. But once the vermilion life-force bleeds into twilight hues and the murk of night settles in, winter starts to murmur its reluctance to leave. The once-cozy wind turns strangely chill, as if the season itself were sulking: Don't forget me~
Of course, that little tantrum would soon be crushed flat beneath a fully ripened spring. Still — because winter and spring were currently bickering like this, early March nights settled into an awkward temperature: a little too warm for a thick blanket, a little too cold for a summer one.
So people tended to fall asleep under the covers, kick them off when it got too hot, and then catch a seasonal cold with their bare skin exposed to the chill air. That was how it usually went.
Which is also how Ayeong ended up with the flu.
As it happened, I was in much the same state myself — blanket gone, sleep clothes stripped off everything but my top. At this rate, I might have caught the flu just like her.
Might have. Past tense.
"Well then… dig in."
If Ayeong hadn't been right there in front of my cock, huffing warm breath through her nose and opening her mouth wide, that might have been how things went.
"Hnn… hnn… uwaaang."
Whether she knew she was drooling or not, saliva dripped steadily from the corners of her lips as she stretched her jaw open wide. Watching her, I was suddenly reminded of the times we grilled pork belly together.
Whenever I wrapped up a bite of meat, Ayeong would suddenly shove her own ssam into my mouth and snatch the one I'd been about to eat.
Dad. I gave you my wrap, so give me yours.
She'd pull that cheap little trick every single time I put two pieces of meat in. And sometimes, when she'd loaded hers with too many vegetables, the wrap would end up enormous — nearly the size of her own fist — and she'd still try to take mine without fail.
Every time, I'd worry her mouth might split and say something like:
Ayeong, isn't this one a little too big?
No way. The ones you make are the best.
And she'd force her jaw open and somehow get the whole thing down.
Aren't you going to tear the corners of your mouth? Like the Red Mask girl? You'll be in real trouble if that happens.
It's fine, it's fine. The Red Mask girl is a hysterical virgin with no man who loves her, so her mouth tore ugly. I've got a man who loves me, so I'm fine.
That's not how that works…
Mmmph! Mmph! Ugh!
A-Ayeong! Are you okay?!
Mm. Still delicious.
And that image — the cheerful, cute, lively daughter I knew every day — was now overlapping with a lewd side of her I'd never known existed, and the combination hit with devastating force…
"Haup."
The instant my cock slid cleanly into that small mouth, I nearly came on the spot.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Haaah…!
The first sensation was heat.
Right before my cock entered her mouth, her breath washed over the head like a burst of steam, sensitizing it — waking every nerve. And then came the soft, plush give of her lips.
Ayeong, you've got something on your lip. Here, a tissue.
Dad. You wipe it for me.
Ayeong, are you a baby…?
Yep. I'm a baby. So hurry up and wipe it.
…
There had been a time during a meal when something stuck to her lip and she'd insisted I wipe it off. I'd reluctantly gone along with it. The soft, yielding texture of her lips I'd felt through the tissue back then — I was feeling it now, through my cock.
Especially because of how small her mouth was, every surface of her lips dragged along the shaft as they passed over it…
That sends a shiver straight through me.
And once past those lips, deeper into her mouth, a different kind of warmth greeted the head — not the sharp heat of her breath, but a damp, lukewarm heat. Like stepping into a wet sauna for the first time. Humid and warm. And with it, a snug coziness, as if I'd entered a cave.
While I was still processing that unknown sensation, something sticky and slick suddenly latched onto the thick vein running beneath the head.
A suckerfish?
Damp and slippery. And without the slightest shift, her tongue clung fast to my cock — then slowly began to move.
The pleasure that followed was staggering.
Haaah…!
Hundreds of taste buds pressed against the raised veins that advertised their presence all over my cock, delivering hundreds of tiny, textured thrills. It was her tongue that was moving, and yet the contact was so complete it felt like my own veins were the ones shifting.
All of it crashed in at once — from a single draw of Ayeong's mouth. A rapturous bliss so intense my mind went blank, as if I might lose myself entirely.
"Nnngh…"
And in the end, I couldn't hold back the sound.
My heart dropped.
Huh…?
I hadn't even realized the moan had come from me.
You know how it is sometimes. When a person sighs, or mumbles in their sleep — those unconscious, breathy sounds that slip out without permission. The ones that make you think, Wait, I wasn't trying to make a sound? That kind of moan…
And that moan had just leaked from my throat as my hips gave a small, involuntary jerk. I couldn't help but panic.
Th-this is bad.
What if she realized I was awake and went full throttle?
Dad. Did my mouth feel that good? You pervert♡
A-Ayeong. Calm down.
What, didn't it feel good for you too? While we're at it… let's just take tomorrow off, Dad…
D-Daughter? Dad needs some mental preparation first…
My brain spun out a cascade of ridiculous fantasies, and I had tensed so hard my eyelids were trembling. I forced them still and stole a glance at Ayeong.
But.
Huh?
Why wasn't she reacting at all?
She just kept my cock in her mouth, flicked a glance up at me, and went right back to what she was doing. I was thrown.
Why?
Until now, whenever it seemed like I might wake up, she'd freeze instantly and start watching my face, hadn't she? When I twitched. When I shifted. Every time.
So why not now…?
That was when it happened again.
"Nngh…"
Another moan escaped my throat on its own.
The cause: my daughter had just prodded the inside of my urethra with that slick tongue of hers.
Wh-where the hell is she licking with that tongue?!
Half from shame, half from a shiver of pleasure, I fumed silently — and then I understood what Ayeong was doing.
"Nnh…"
When she rapidly licked the underside of the head, right behind the glans.
"Nnngh…"
When she reached a hand down to rub the perineum between my balls and ass while sucking on my cock.
"Nnnnngh!"
And finally… when she dragged her tongue in one long, sticky stroke along the ridge beneath the head, right under the corona.
Having taken all of that, I understood with perfect clarity what my daughter was doing to me right now.
She was mapping me.
Charting… my erogenous zones…
Weak points I didn't even know I had — she had already catalogued them while I slept.
"Chuuup… ssllp… chuuup…"
As if she'd finished identifying them all, Ayeong began targeting only the spots that had drawn moans from me, working them over and over.
"Nngh… hah… nnnngh…"
Hit after hit on every weak point. My cock started thrashing wildly. The twitching escalated until it was practically vibrating like a massager, and that movement only intensified the stimulation.
Once the chain reaction of pleasure kicked in, I knew I was about to come.
I'm gonna cum.
Did she know, with my cock in her mouth, that I was right on the edge?
"Mm… chuu…"
Suddenly, she pulled off.
And I groaned inwardly.
Why… why…?!
Right on the brink of release — climax sitting at ninety percent — the blowjob cut off, leaving me with nothing but a restless, unfinished ache.
What is she doing?
But a few seconds later, the answer hit me.
Ah.
Come to think of it… my volume…
My load was more than a mouth could reasonably handle. Ayeong already knew how much I came. She'd stopped to prepare for it, hadn't she?
Yeah… taking all of that by mouth would be…
But her reaction went somewhere I hadn't expected at all.
Ayeong took one deep breath.
"Hoo… If I'm going to swallow every last drop… I need to take it as deep as I can…"
Before I could even process the thought, she suddenly pushed my cock deep into her mouth.
Slurrrp.
And where before it had only reached the middle of her tongue at best, my cock now pressed endlessly into uncharted territory — following the path of Ayeong's throat.
Huh?
The head arrived at the back of her tongue in an instant, then bumped against a dangling bit of flesh with a soft tok.
"Ghk—"
Ayeong gagged briefly — that had to be her uvula. And the sight of her pushing into territory she had no business reaching sent my climax surging back up all at once.
"Guhp—"
The moment my cock touched the membrane behind her uvula, I came.
"Nnnnnngh!"
Semen erupted in thick, violent pulses. The water pressure of it — the semen pressure, you could call it —
"Khghh… ghk—"
— was so intense that Ayeong briefly clutched at her throat. But she quickly steadied herself.
"Chuuup…"
As if determined to keep her word, she worked her throat relentlessly, swallowing down the mouthful of cum that had ballooned her cheeks full —
"Chlp… chloop…"
— then sucked out every last drop remaining in my urethra.
"Churrlp…"
And finally, she dragged her tongue in one sticky pass over my half-hard cock, cleaning up every trace of semen.
She… she actually drank all of it?
"Nngh… hoo… That was delicious…"
With a look of pure satisfaction, she glanced back and forth between my face and my cock. Then —
Smack.
— she planted a kiss on it and even offered a polite thank-you.
"Thanks for the meal… Dad."
"…"
Except… once you've said thanks for the meal, you're supposed to leave…
Why isn't she leaving?
Instead, Ayeong tilted her head and stared hard at my cock.
"Huh?"
She even muttered to herself, puzzled.
"Why'd you only cum once today and then go quiet?"
"…"
"That's weird…? You used to manage four no problem…?"
Hearing that, I finally understood why my daughter hadn't gotten up.
"Th-this is weird…? Why is it already going soft…? Did I do something wrong…?"
She took my half-hard cock in her hand, pressed and prodded at it — and then her face crumpled into a teary pout.
"Did I only hit the weak spots too much…? What if I gave him some kind of desensitization because of me…?"