A Night Between Father and Daughter
How had it come to this...
I'd been certain that once Jia started middle school, the days of sharing a bed with her were over. And yet here I was, lying beside her in the very same bed I'd shared with my wife.
You really never could predict how life would turn out...
Jia switched off the light and slipped under the covers. It was something that had happened countless times when my wife was the one beside me, and yet because it was Jia, a strange heat crept into my face.
"Good night, Dad..."
"Mm... you too, Jia."
We exchanged our last goodnights and settled in to sleep. It was far too early to be going to bed — not even nine o'clock — but we were both exhausted, and there was tomorrow's schedule to get through.
That really had been the reason...
And yet the moment I lay down beside Jia, the exhaustion vanished as if it had never been there.
Should I be glad about that, or not...
When she'd first asked, I'd thought she was joking. I'd given her something that wasn't quite a refusal.
"Jia, how old are you now? You still want to sleep next to your dad? You don't have to worry about me like that, you know. Aigoo... our little girl's all grown up."
"I want to, though."
"Huh...?"
I'd assumed she was just teasing. But her face had been more sincere than I'd ever seen it. So I told her this would be the last time — leaning on Jiwoo's "request" as an excuse — and I made a point of stressing, over and over, that it was only for tonight.
"So this doesn't happen again after this, all right? Just tonight. That's it! From tomorrow on, I don't care if it's a 'wish' or a 'favor' or anything else — the answer is no...!"
"Mm... okay..."
Laying down the law like that had felt a little unnecessary, and it sat uncomfortably in my chest. But if I didn't draw a hard line now, I had a feeling this would keep happening. Better to cut it off before it started.
The night was still. The ticking of the clock was louder than either of us breathing. So much had happened lately that I hadn't had a moment to think, or to take stock of my own life... so I borrowed the quiet, and let myself sink into it.
God... a lot really has happened.
It felt like being trapped inside a dream I couldn't wake from. Everything that had come before seemed to dissolve from memory like a mirage.
All right. Enough overthinking. Just go to sleep.
I rolled onto my side, turning my back to Jia, and closed my eyes — and her scent found me. It was strange. Most smells you can compare to something. Jia's skin... if I had to put it into words, it was a soft smell. I shifted, wanting just a little more of it, and then a little more than that—
"Dad, you asleep?"
She turned toward me in a slow, rustling slide. I'd thought about pretending, but what I'd just been doing was far too obvious.
"No...?"
"Why aren't you sleeping...?"
"Ah — I was just about to."
"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Huh?"
There was a wetness in her voice that made me sit up fast and look at her. In the moonlight spilling through the window, Jia could have been Jiwoo. And she was beautiful.
"Dad... the things you did today."
"Mm..."
It sounded like this was going to be a long conversation, so I stayed sitting, leaning my back against the headboard.
"I was really hurt."
"..."
I'd known I was hurting her. I'd kept doing it anyway — out of spite, maybe, or jealousy. Because after everything I'd done over those three days to try to fix things between us, she hadn't taken a single step toward me. So I'd wanted to hand every bit of that discomfort and disappointment right back to her. I would have seen it if I'd stopped to think for even a second... but I hadn't tried. I'd put lust first and dressed it up as something justified, something reasonable.
"I'm sorry, Jia..."
"Dad. You always just say you're sorry."
I had nothing left to offer, so I listened.
"But it never feels like you mean it. It just feels like you're saying it because you're supposed to. At this point..."
"..."
"At the park last time. Fooling around with that bitch Seo Yerim. And just now at the restaurant, too..."
As a parent, I had nothing I could say to that.
"Dad. Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"
"..."
"Dad... you're not in your Heat Period, are you?"
I flinched — then scratched my throat as if it had merely itched. Even now, society didn't look kindly on a man who admitted to his family that he'd entered his Heat Period. The prevailing image of men in heat was an ugly one: husbands who couldn't be satisfied with a single wife, men who didn't love their families, men who saw everything through the lens of sex. The science was there. The biological cause was well established. And still people believed what they wanted to believe. They didn't call these men different. They called them wrong. It was a convenient fiction — one that let them justify treating such men however they pleased, and sleep soundly afterward. I knew perfectly well that most of it was rumor, stitched together by people in high places who would rather play with younger men than stay with their aging husbands. Knowing that didn't make the stigma any less real.
"Dad."
"Yeah, Jia."
"I would never leave you."
I said it like I meant it, and lay back down. And in that same moment, Jia wrapped herself around me from behind.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I couldn't tell if the heartbeat was mine or hers. But one thing I knew for certain: we were holding on to each other.
"Dad. You're the only thing I care about. All of it. Just you."
"Thank you, Jia..."
"I mean it. You're all that's in my head..."
"At this rate you'll never get married..."
"I don't want to get married."
"You're not going to get married at all?"
"No, that's not what I—"
The conversation wasn't going the way she wanted, and she started to whine, just a little.
"Just listen to meee..."
"All right."
"I have one last favor to ask."
"Hm?"
A favor. A wish.
No. She wouldn't...
What had happened with Yerim flashed through my mind, and every nerve in my body locked onto whatever Jia was about to say.
"You and me~"
Don't. Don't...
"I want a kiss."
It was so much gentler than what I'd been bracing for that I was embarrassed by how tense I'd gotten.
"..."
"Do you... not want to?"
"Is that really your last favor?"
"Yeah..."
That last word of hers was so sincere that I loosened the arms she'd wound around me and turned to face her. In the moonlight her face was especially lovely, and the two of us looked at each other the way people in love do.
"A kiss... with the person I love most..."
She said it with a hazy, almost drunken look on her face. I leaned in slowly, and I kissed her.
It was nothing like the kisses I'd had lately — the forced ones, the frantic ones, the ones that burned. This was a kiss that felt like care. Like we were thinking of each other.
"Pwah..."
"Hah..."
Her last favor was done. I started to turn away again — and then—
"Mmph—!!!"
The kiss started over. Her mouth was so hot I thought I might melt, and the Heat Period I'd managed to forget came roaring back.
"Nnh... nnmh...♡"
"Does it feel good?"
"..."
I was too far gone to answer properly.
"I'll make it feel even better."
Her eyes had gone a deep, gleaming purple. Before I knew it she was on top of me, licking me everywhere she could reach. She lapped at my skin the way a cat marks what's hers, and she didn't stop.
"I want to know what every part of you tastes like. I want to lick your whole body!"
"Jia... s-stop... w-wait—!"
She was at my face in an instant, her tongue pushing into my ear, working it open.
The wet, filthy sound of it was so close, so vivid, that my whole body went up another degree.
"Hyaaah...!"
Every sense I had was wound too tight for the stimulation. Sight, touch, hearing — those three alone were enough to drive me to the edge.
"Nngh-hhhhk—!!!!"
"There... you just stay comfortable. I'll take care of everything."
She ran her hands over my trembling body and stripped my clothes away.
"Look... I'm this wet already. You taste so fucking good...!!! And I'm the only one who gets to taste you, feel you, see you like this—♡"
"Hngh... hah... h-hhhk...!"
"Dad, your nipples are hard... that's so filthy. You taste so good...!!!"
She sucked one into her mouth and pulled, long and hard.
"Don't—!!"
If I feel it any harder than I already do, I won't be able to think—
Somewhere inside the pleasure I tried to find the reason I was this sensitive, the reason we'd ended up here at all.
Was it when she said she loved me...?
Was it already too late the second we kissed...?
I was still turning it over when—
"Oh, look at that. You're thinking about something else again. That's your problem, Dad. You say you're sorry every single time... and then you never actually follow through!!!"
Jia flared without warning, shoving her soaked pussy toward my face, her panties dark and clinging.
"I'm wet because of you, Dad. No — Hanbyul. I'm this wet because of you."
There was nothing in her moonlight-caught eyes but lust. Pure, undiluted want.
"Dad, I'm so hot here. Lick it and cool me down~♡"
She didn't give me a second to prepare. She drove her ass down onto my mouth, and her movements turned rough all over again.
"Nnhh~♡♡♡ th-that's... s-so g-good...♡"
"Mmph—!!!"
The flesh of her pussy sealed over my nose and mouth until I thought I might die from it. Everything below the weight of her went slack; everything else jerked and seized, screaming for air.
"Aww~ are you throwing a tantrum? That's cute...♡"
She used that panic like a tool — easing her hips just enough to leave a gap I could breathe through, then closing it again, over and over. My mouth and nose hunted for air, and every time she lifted, my tongue dragged through her.
"Nnhhh~♡ the way your tongue slops around in there feels so weird~♡♡♡"
She squirted without warning and toppled backward.
"Cough... cough, cough... hk— hk, hk!!!"
I dragged air back into my lungs, got my head on straight, and tried to get up and get out of there. I almost made it.
"Where do you think you're going."
Jia blocked the way with her ass, slick dripping off her in thick threads, and the escape died on the spot. Then, as if she were punishing me for trying, she brought her hips and her ass down onto my cock.
She sank onto me in one brutal drop.
"Kh-hhhhh—!!!"
The instant I was buried inside her I came, my hips jerking in a helpless, violent shudder. It went past filthy. It looked desperate.
"Ahaha♡ I can feel it — so hot, so hard. Dad's cock is throbbing inside Jia's womb~!!!"
She squirted again, a long hissing rush of it.
"Hhk... hah... hahh..."
She didn't look tired in the slightest. She reset her stance, grinding down in a wet, filthy roll of her hips, and hauled me upright by the arms so she could pour the filth straight into my ear.
"Fill my womb with your thick cum, Dad♡"
"Pump it into me. All of it. Soak my womb..."
"Get me pregnant~♡"
Hanbyul was already halfway gone. None of it reached him. His eyes had rolled back; tears and snot ran down his face. He was barely breathing. His body moved on instinct because there was nothing left in charge of it.
Maybe the drive to put a child in a woman really was that strong... because inside Jia's womb, his cock began to swell all over again, growing thicker, heavier, bigger.
"Nngh—!!! i-it's getting bigger in here—!!!!"
Jia thrashed, caught between pain and pleasure, unable to tell which was which.
"Ahhhh!!!! My womb — it's tearing — a married man's cock is tearing my womb open!!!"
She tried to pull off him in a panic, but he was already past anything her body had been built to take. She couldn't get him out no matter how she tried.
"Ahahaha!!!! Nnhhhhh♡♡♡♡"
Even the pain was tipping over into pleasure. She was getting used to it.
"This cock... Dad's cock is mine. I'm the only one who gets to have it—!!!"
She looked down at the bed, already a mess of her own slick, grabbed Hanbyul's limp legs, and started to rock him. The position had a name: the Reverse Breeding Press.
"Aang~♡ my hips are moving on their own—!!! Hyaaah! What is this... I can't hold it, I seriously can't hold it—!!!!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Dad's cock is so — so fucking huge! It's hitting my womb—!!!"
The heat of an oncoming orgasm started to climb through her, and Jia didn't know what to do with her own body. Her wide child-bearing pelvis — built, it seemed, for exactly this — pumped in a frantic rhythm, and the wet, filthy sound of it grew louder, cruder, worse.
The heavy, meaty slap of her ass against him filled the room.
"I can't hold it anymore—♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
The long stretch of it was finally breaking.
His cock pulsed, over and over, dumping everything it had.
"Aaaaang~!!!!!!!! th-the cum is — it's so much...♡"
Jia came with him.
"Nnhhhhhh!!!!!!!! I-I'm gonna — I'm gonna die...♡"
She thought it was over. She hung there gasping, trying to find her breath — and then his cock kicked again, and again, and poured a second load into her.
"W-why is it going again—!!!!"
It came as if it meant to rupture her womb. Jia's belly swelled under the endless flood of it, rounding out as if she were already pregnant.
"Nngh... my s-stomach... it hurts... I'm so full of cum... it hurts...♡"
Her womb was already far past what it could hold, and still Hanbyul's cock wouldn't stop. It kept spending itself inside her.
"Hhk... you heat-crazed cock... s-stop... I said stop—!!!!"
Her belly ballooned until it looked ready to split. Only then did the orgasm finally ebb, and his cock begin to soften. The seal broke. Her pussy opened around him, and her womb started to empty itself in heavy, glutted pulses.
It was enough that if it had been her fertile window, she would have been pregnant. No question. But she had taken the pill before any of this started. Tonight, Jia's body would not conceive. Not a chance.
And so the night passed — a father and a daughter, having confirmed what they felt for each other.