My Daughter's Troublesome Request

After getting home, I looked around the quiet house and thought to myself.

'Dad isn't back yet.'

He usually gets home around seven, so I still had about four hours.

"Homework..."

Just recalling the details made my face burn.

'I knew what kind of school it was when I applied, but I never imagined they'd assign something like this right from the first class...'

Induce an erection using a deep kiss.

"Hah... can I even pull it off? No... before that, would Dad even agree to it?"

My adoptive father, Park Seong-chan, is incredibly strict about anything sexual, which feels completely out of step with the times we live in.

Ever since he helped me and took me in when I was little, he's never once failed to treasure me.

I loved that gentleness and warmth, and as I grew up, those feelings slowly turned into something more...

'Even though I keep giving him not-so-subtle hints, he never looks at me that way.'

I'd swallowed my embarrassment and tried to appeal to him in my own ways.

Like walking around the house in just my underwear.

Or linking arms with him whenever we went out.

But he was either incredibly dense or simply saw me as family and not as a woman at all.

He'd never once looked at me with anything resembling a lewd gaze.

'Other people's families date each other all the time.'

Thanks to scientific advances eliminating the risks of incest, it's been ages since the era when families could be together if their hearts aligned.

But Dad seems completely unwilling to accept any of that.

'We're not even blood-related, for crying out loud...'

I let out a heavy sigh, then thought about Hanam University—the school I'd studied desperately to get into.

"Still, getting accepted into Hanam University must mean Dad won't turn a blind eye to my feelings anymore, right?"

The fact that he'd even allowed me to apply had to mean he understood how I felt, didn't it?

"Alright! Let's do this!"

To make that happen, I needed good grades.

I stared at the phone displaying the assignment and mulled it over.

"Hmm... a deep kiss... I don't even know how to do one properly."

I'd never kissed anyone before.

Obviously, because my heart had no room for any man except Dad.

So I had to rely on what we'd covered in class, but the theoretical stuff from orientation wasn't enough. I tapped the video link the professor had provided.

- Would you like to access the link? [Sextube - Geum Taeyang's...]

I'd installed the app but never used it because it required a monthly subscription.

'But now I can!'

Now that I'd gotten into Hanam University!

As the country's top school, it supported pretty much everything.

"The university account ID was my student number and the password was my birthday, right?"

Tap, tap.

"Yes!"

The distinctive logo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a man and woman in sixty-nine position appeared, spinning before the slogan popped up.

Recommended videos:

- Top 10 Real-Life Female-Superior Positions

- Non-consensual "rape play" under the pretense of consent is still rape. Analysis of five commonly misunderstood cases.

- For those who find family sex education burdensome.

A long list of thumbnails scrolled by.

My face grew hot just looking at the recommended videos that appeared the moment I entered the app.

"Whoa... it's... it's so dirty."

'So this is what it's like. I've only heard about it, but this is my first time actually using it...'

My heart pounded wildly.

But right now I needed to focus on the assignment. I clutched my fluttering chest and reopened the video the professor had linked.

Click.

The video began with a tanned, blond man smiling brightly at the camera.

He pointed a laser pointer at the words on the whiteboard and began with the basics.

[First, what exactly is a deep kiss?]

'I already know this part... skip.'

The section on how to actually perform one...

There it was!

[Now that we know what it is, shall we learn how to do it? Today I've brought a very special guest—my wife. We'll demonstrate together.]

In the video, Geum Taeyang gently cradled his wife's head, pressed their lips together, and began intertwining their tongues.

They kissed for over ten minutes. Eventually his wife's eyes grew hazy and she melted into his arms.

[That's how it's done. I've added subtitles showing exactly how to move your tongue during the kiss, so practice along with your partner.]

"Wow. Wow. Wow..."

It was far too stimulating. I dropped my phone.

"I... I have to do this?"

I picked the phone back up and tried following the subtitles.

"So you roll your tongue to the left... then lick underneath your partner's tongue once...?"

Bleh.

'Can a tongue even move like that?'

I tried forcing it to follow the instructions.

"Ow! It's twisted! It hurts!"

I'd moved it too aggressively and ended up with a cramp.

"Hic... but I have to keep practicing. I need good grades..."

I practiced until Dad came home.

"Hoo. Another perfect on-time exit."

It was the single best thing about my job.

We never worked overtime during the regular season.

Of course, year-end was a different story, but that wasn't important. What mattered was getting to see my daughter.

"Krrgh! Just thinking about hearing all about my daughter's first day of college has me excited already."

I stretched, then started up my seven-year-old compact car.

Whirring.

"Huh? That's weird. The engine sounds quieter than usual today. You wouldn't be..."

Vroom.

The moment I pressed the accelerator, the car answered as if responding to me.

The sound lifted my mood.

'You're excited too, huh!'

"Alright! Let's go!"

On the drive home I debated what delicious dinner to make.

'It's a monumental day. Maybe we should order chicken.'

Thanks to unusually light traffic, I arrived earlier than usual.

Click.

The moment I opened the front door, I caught a faint burnt smell and the sound of hurried movement.

'What's going on?'

Sensing something off, I headed toward the kitchen. A-yeong peeked out, wearing an apron.

"Dad, you're home already?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. Dad's home."

"Go wash your hands. Dinner's almost ready."

Dinner?

My daughter cooking for me?

'She usually refuses because she's embarrassed about not being very good at it. Is she thanking me for letting her go to college?'

My chest felt warm.

'Ugh. Raising a good kid really does bring blessings like this.'

I strode over and pulled her into a hug.

"My sweet daughter! Thank you! You even made dinner!"

"D-Dad!"

"Mwah! Okay. I'll wash up quickly, so go ahead and sit down."

I planted a heartfelt kiss on her cheek, then hurried to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I came out, the table was set with dishes that weren't fancy but clearly made with love.

A-yeong smiled at me, so I told her I'd enjoy the meal.

"Thanks for the food, sweetheart."

"Eat well, Dad."

We started eating and fell into our usual comfortable conversation.

"I really think I raised my daughter right. Getting a heartfelt meal like this? My colleague researcher has three sons and says they only ever ask for allowance money. They never do anything like this."

"Really? Come on, aren't they just saying that?"

A-yeong looked genuinely surprised.

'A kind daughter like you is rare, A-yeong.'

I smiled at her reaction.

"It's true. Not many kids do things like this for their parents. Thank you, sweetheart."

"Hehe..."

A-yeong giggled at the praise.

'Oh, right. I should tell her about this too.'

Our research institute was basically an iron rice bowl.

The pay wasn't amazing, but the workload was light, and they even offered a pension.

"Oh, by the way, I heard there's a direct employment pipeline from Hanam University to our institute. If you're interested in research work, just tell Dad."

"Really? Wow! Does that mean I could work with you?"

"Well... I can't promise that, but I'll do my best?"

"I'll study hard. And I want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to work with you, Dad."

A-yeong looked at me with serious eyes.

The sight made me smile without thinking.

"Haha. Hearing that my daughter is going to study hard puts my mind at ease. Oh, right. What kind of school is Hanam University anyway? My senior researcher was saying..."

"Wait, Dad... you don't know what Hanam University is?"

"Huh...? Uh, yeah. I only know it's the top university in the country. I figured my daughter would have picked a good place, so I didn't look into it."

The moment I said I didn't know, A-yeong froze.

"R-Really?"

"Yeah. Why? What is it? What kind of school is it?"

"N-Nothing. Dad, let's finish eating first, okay?"

We chatted about random things until the meal was over, then sat down together at the table.

"Here, Dad. Coffee."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll enjoy it."

A brief silence fell.

Watching my daughter keep fiddling with her coffee cup, I recalled old memories.

"This reminds me of the old days. Back when we first met."

"Huh? Oh... that time."

"Yeah. Back then it was hot chocolate instead of coffee."

As I reminisced, A-yeong's expression grew serious.

"Dad. Listen carefully from here on, and try not to be too shocked."

"Huh?"

"You really don't know anything about Hanam University, right?"

"Uh... yeah. Why?"

She sighed and looked at me.

"Dad... Hanam University is..."

What she told me next was shocking.

"Wh-What? Hanam University is... that kind of place?"

A-yeong's face turned bright red as she stared at me.

I asked again to make sure.

"So... Hanam University specializes in sexual knowledge, and you only went because I gave permission...?"

"..."

She nodded silently.

Then she slowly turned her phone screen toward me.

"No matter how much the school specializes in sexual knowledge, this is ridiculous! What kind of university assigns something like this?!"

"I thought you knew! You work at the National Pleasure Research Institute—how could you not know?!"

"Th-That..."

'Now that she mentions it, I never thought about it.'

Ever since I transmigrated into this world, I'd been working as a researcher at the National Pleasure Research Institute.

So I'd never paid much attention to universities.

'I assumed A-yeong—unlike other kids—had grown up modest and proper, so she'd naturally chosen a good school...'

It was clearly my mistake.

I rubbed my throbbing temples, then looked at the phone A-yeong had handed me.

The absurd assignment.

- Induce an erection in your partner using a deep kiss.

'What kind of university assigns something like this?!'

Cursing internally at the ridiculous content, I asked A-yeong,

"And the first assignment is... a deep kiss?"

"...Yes."

The rest of the description was too explicit for me to say out loud.

A-yeong looked embarrassed too, avoiding my eyes and staring only at her phone.

"Sigh... A-yeong. You know things like this should be done with someone you truly love and cherish, right?"

"...."

"You might not understand completely because you're still young, but this kind of thing should only happen after spending enough time with the person you love and truly getting to know each other."

"I... I know..."

"Then why? You've never even dated anyone. The 'first' in first kiss exists for a reason, A-yeong. It's something that only happens once in your life. You're going to give something that precious to me?"

She lowered her head deeply at my words.

'Good, at least she understands.'

I thought that would be the end of it...

But she suddenly lifted her head and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Dad. If I can't complete this, I won't get the credit."

"Credit?"

Oh. Right. It was an assignment.

The content was so absurd I'd forgotten for a moment while lecturing her.

"Yes. The grade."

"...."

'A grade, huh...'

What should I do? She'd worked so hard to get into that university. Dropping the class over the first assignment would be a huge problem.

But...

'Still, doing something so vulgar with my own daughter isn't something a father should ever do...'

Yet if I refused, A-yeong would...

Wasn't there any other way?

As I agonized, A-yeong fidgeted and spoke up.

"Can't you... just do it for me, Dad?"

"A-yeong... that's..."

"Or I could go to a center and kiss a complete stranger. Would that be better?"

"Th-That..."

I really didn't like that idea.

The child I'd raised so carefully giving her first kiss to some lust-driven stranger she'd never met before...

While I wrestled with that hellish dilemma, A-yeong added one more blow.

"Dad. Just think of it as helping your daughter out. Close your eyes and do it just once, please?"

She wore a pitiful, pleading expression.

'Haa... what am I supposed to do?'

After thinking for a moment, I reached a conclusion.

'No matter how long I agonize over it, nothing will change.'

Going to a center was out of the question.

Suddenly finding a boyfriend I'd never dated before within a week just to do a deep kiss?

'That has problems written all over it.'

So finding a boyfriend was also rejected.

'No way around it.'

"Huu... sweetheart."

At my sigh, A-yeong's shoulders slumped and her head drooped.

She looked terribly disappointed.

But she forced her expression back into place and said,

"...I understand. I'm sorry for asking something so unreasonable, Dad."

Just as she started to get up from her chair, I spoke.

"I'll do it."

"Really?!"

The moment I agreed, A-yeong's face lit up with joy.

Looking at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her, I couldn't help but worry.

'No matter what the situation is... is it really okay for a father to take his daughter's first kiss?'

"Are you really sure? I'm your dad."

"There's no other way... It's not like I have a boyfriend. And from what I've seen, lots of other kids do it with their family members."

"What?"

"Yeah. Look at this video, Dad."

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'Why does a video like this even exist?! And why does it have so many views?!'

I stared at the video in utter disbelief while A-yeong spoke to me calmly.

"It's... really true?"

"And it's an unwritten rule that anything done with family doesn't count as your first time."

"There's... such a rule?"

"Yeah."

A-yeong answered firmly.

'Is... is this really common sense?'

I knew the world was insane, but I hadn't realized it was this bad.

Completely flustered, my voice shook as I asked,

"So... what exactly do I need to do?"