Department Store (6)
I have to hold it in. I have to hold it in. I have to hold it in. I have to hold it in. I have to hold it in.
Jia was desperately holding back her lust. And she had every reason to — with every breath she took, the scent of his seed seeped deep into her lungs, leaving her grip on reason hanging by a thread. Whether he realized it or not, the clueless man standing there, radiating that filthy smell while fussing over her, was putting Jia through the single greatest ordeal of her life.
"S-sorry... Jia. Daddy's really late, isn't he?"
"N-no..."
"R-really...? But are you sure you're okay?"
"Mm... I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm really fine. So stop clinging to me already... you're going to make me want to fuck you..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Haha... it's nothing, Daddy♡"
Jia flashed him a sheepish, eye-crinkling smile even as cold sweat beaded on her skin — all the while turning over the question of just why such a lewd scent was rolling off her daddy's body.
What is this? Did he jerk off...?
Even if he had, the smell of semen wouldn't linger this long. It would have already dissipated into the air, or gotten diluted by all the other scents on the way here. It certainly wouldn't be this potent. No — this was unmistakably the kind of filthy smell you only got after smearing semen all over your own body.
But that's not it, either.
To be slathered in semen, at least some part of him would have to be wet. Or there'd be stains splattered on his clothes. But Daddy's outfit was perfectly clean.
"What on earth...?"
"Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?"
"Ah... nothing."
"What's with you today? Why are you hiding so much from Daddy..."
She shifted aside to dodge him as he leaned in toward her — and that's when she spotted the paper bag.
"Hmm?"
The moment Jia's gaze locked onto it, Hanbyul shoved the bag out of sight with his foot.
"Daddy, what's that?"
Once Jia latched onto something, she dug in with the same relentless tenacity she'd inherited from Jiwoo. There was no chance she'd just let this go.
"Ah... I just bought a swimsuit."
"Oh, really? Then... show me!"
"What?"
Hanbyul's face flushed crimson in an instant.
"Whaat... what's the big deal... Did I ask to see you wearing it? I just said show me the swimsuit. The. Swim. Suit. Only!"
Watching him try so hard to hide it, she became certain there was something about that "swimsuit" — and so she hammered the word home, over and over. He couldn't hide his panic.
Busted, Daddy...♡
So there really was something about the swimsuit. From that moment on, Jia began secretly watching her daddy's every move, waiting for her chance to uncover its secret.
"Ah, weren't we going to go look at clothes?"
"Yeah! That's right. Shall we?"
"Let's go, sweetheart."
Normally they would have just walked side by side — but suddenly, he took her hand. Was it because his fingers had found hers when she wasn't prepared at all...?
"Hnghyaaaaah~♡"
Her womb gave a violent shudder. It was screaming at her to devour that married man's thick cock — the one already seducing her, whether he knew it or not, with that vulgar scent.
Nngh... no. I have to hold it in...
She already had quite the rap sheet with him. The last thing she wanted was to make things awkward again, or to hurt him — so Jia forced her desire down.
"Ah, Jia. You used to hate it when I held your hand like this, didn't you?"
And with that, he let go of the simple handhold —
"Heeughhhh...♡♡♡♡♡"
— only to lace his fingers through hers instead.
"Huh...? Ji-a...?"
His daughter was staring at him as if she resented him, her hips trembling like mad. She was rocking back and forth so hard it wouldn't have been strange if a tide of juices had come pouring out of her right then and there...
He swallowed.
How long had it even been since he'd whispered his love to his wife and confessed everything — and here he was, getting aroused by his daughter's filthy writhing. He put distance between them in an instant.
"Ah..."
After getting her body this worked up, after making her show him those vulgar movements — he pulled away. Jia couldn't help but glare at him with a look full of resentment.
"W-we're here... Jia..."
She closed her eyes for just a second — and when she opened them, they were already standing in front of the clothing store they'd come for.
"So... Jia..."
Daddy was fidgeting, glancing at her face as he spoke.
He's so cute... I want to fuck him... I want to see Hanbyul pinned under me, gasping...♡
"Hnnngh..♡ Wh-what is ittt..?"
"What were you planning to buy?"
Had she been waiting for exactly that question from Hanbyul? A wave of happiness surged up from deep inside her, and she broke into a great big smile. Hanbyul had never seen her look like this, and it caught him off guard — but he was still grateful to see his daughter smiling so brightly, so healthily.
"What on earth has you smiling like that?"
Looking at the design alone, it really wasn't anything special. And yet, at the same time, nothing could have been more perfect. The identity of the outfit that had her drowning in this much bliss, spinning out such happy fantasies, was none other than...
Matching couple tees...♡
Often, when she walked alone with Daddy, people would mistake them for a couple rather than father and daughter, and ask about it.
Khh...♡ Nothing else has ever given me a thrill quite like that...♡
She knew her mom was no slouch in the looks department, either.
I beat Mom...♡
For some reason, people asked if they were a couple far more often when he was with her than when he was with Mom.
Mom's jealousy over that was insane for a while...
Jia shuddered all by herself, imagining a jealousy from her mother that she never wanted to experience again. Hanbyul watched her, figured she was just cold — it was summer, and the department store had the AC blasting — and so he did the thing he always used to do when Jia looked chilly as a little girl. Maybe it was a father's heart. The more his love for his wife grew, the more his love for his daughter grew right along with it...?
He wrapped his arms around her.
"Hwooooook!!!! Hwoooooh...♡♡♡♡♡"
From Hanbyul's perspective — completely unaware of just how aroused and hypersensitive Jia was right now — it was nothing more than something he'd always done for his daughter. But from his daughter's perspective — from Jia's situation —
My pussy is trembling..! My brain's going to melt...♡
The instant she felt their bodies press together, a pleasure that scorched her brain tore through her entire body — and before she knew it, she was squirting, pissing herself. Jia's legs — the ones she wanted to rub his cock all over — were soaked through in an instant, and it didn't take long for her jeans to drink it all in, the denim darkening to a dull, wet stain.
"Hwoook.. hwoooook.. hwoh..♡"
It wasn't quite a horse-riding stance, and it wasn't quite a squat — somewhere in between, her vulgar ass shoved out behind her as she came. Hanbyul could only stare.
"Huh...?"
The department store was still quiet enough that the staff were few and far between, so the only person who'd witnessed this filthy display was her daddy. At least they were in a clothing store — a small mercy — because a fitting room sat right beside them. Confirming that, Hanbyul moved Jia, still gasping through her orgasm, inside.
"J-Jia, I'm sorry..."
"Hahh... first things first..."
The most urgent problems: her bottoms, and the smell of piss. He grabbed the first pair of jeans he could find...
"Hngh..."
The fact that he'd have to change her pants for her left him looking thoroughly flustered.
"J-Jia... I'm sorry..."
"Hwoook.. hwoh.. hheeeeeyh..♡"
Still trapped in the aftershocks of pleasure, Jia came again from the slightest brush of Hanbyul's hands.
He undid the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper — and with a sour smell, her white panties came into view.
He swallowed.
From the squirting just moments ago, she was soaked from her ass down through her thighs to her calves. The wet panties clung so tightly they laid her pussy hair bare. The hair was neatly trimmed, as if she'd been taking care of it — and something about that made a man's instincts boil up inside him.
No matter how firmly Hanbyul had made up his mind, Jia's repeated displays of filth had his cock standing rock-hard, twitching as if begging him to cum.
"I-I have to hold on..."
For now, he tried to focus entirely on getting her changed.
"Nngh...!"
He put his strength into peeling them off... but the jeans caught on her hips and wouldn't budge.
"Nngh! Nngh!!! Hnaaagh!!!"
Puddled juices on the fitting room floor meant that every time Hanbyul shifted his weight to pull, a wet slap-slap of liquid accompanied him. Anyone listening from outside would have imagined something entirely inappropriate...
"Kknh..."
She'd inherited her mother's child-bearing pelvis, and she'd put on some meat besides — grabbing the jeans alone wasn't going to get them off. So he planted his hand right over her already-soaked pussy and dragged the jeans down.
"Hwoooook!!!"
Thankfully they slid down easily, so it hadn't been the wrong call. With the jeans off, Jia's lower half was finally fully visible. Through the wet white panties, her pussy was winking open and shut.
"Haah.. haah.. haaah.."
The urge to just shove his cock into her right then and there burned through him... but he was determined to beat this heat. He bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, using the pain to fight back the lust.
"Hahh..."
He didn't know her exact size, so he'd grabbed something that looked reasonably large.
They slid up over her calves and thighs easily enough — then caught on her hips. The longer this dragged on, the cloudier his judgment became and the more explosively his lust climbed, so he worked as fast as his body would let him.
He'd already gone back and forth several times trying different pairs, and still hadn't found one that fit. This was the last pair he pulled out. It looked remarkably similar to the ones she'd taken off, so he pinned his last hopes on it.
"Kknhhh...!"
He'd gotten somewhat used to it by now, so they went up over her thighs easily enough.
Th-this is the last one... please... hurry...
Same as before, they slowed at her hips. The good news was that if he put some force into it, it looked like they might actually go.
"I-I found it..!"
But it was too early to celebrate — he still hadn't gotten them on properly enough to zip and button them. He'd only just managed to hook them over her hips, which meant he'd inevitably have to yank them up hard from below.
"Haah.. haah.."
The fitting room reeked as if it had been pumped full of aphrodisiac — the smell of semen, the smell of piss, and the sweat of a man and a woman, all packed in together. He grabbed Jia's shoulder with one hand and the jeans with the other, trying to pull them up — but he didn't have enough strength.
"Wh-what do I do..?"
Hanbyul thought it over with a dazed look, panting heated breaths...
"Ah!"
He seemed to have found his answer. The idea he'd come up with was...
"Nngh..."
Grabbing Jia's shoulders with both hands, and using his cock to lift the jeans up from her thighs. He was going to use his burning-hot cockhead to hook the waistband and punch it upward, the way you'd thrust up into a woman's folds... It was a creative idea, in its own way. And he put it into action.
"Khh.. khhup.."
With almost no strength left, it was hard to make it work the way he'd intended — so it just ended up looking like he was rubbing his cock against her pussy... a filthy, dog-like display of panting desperation. With every upward thrust, his cockhead swelled thicker, and the rocking of their bodies rolled Jia's top up until her breasts, wrapped in a white bra, came into view.
"Haah.. haah.. haah.."
Hanbyul was already so far gone holding back his lust that his cock was slathered in pre-cum... and it didn't look like he could keep this up any longer. So, telling himself this was the last time, he wrung out every last ounce of strength and snapped his hips upward.
It worked exactly as planned — the jeans snapped into place over her hips with a satisfying catch. But because of all the juices, his slick cock, still down by her lower belly, plunged right into Jia's navel.
The instant that enormous, scorching cockhead pressed into her small, delicate belly button, a shudder tore through him. Then another.
"Hyaaah.. I-I'm cummiiing.. J-Jiaaah..♡"
Hanbyul came with nothing but his cockhead buried in his daughter's navel. Her belly button filled in an instant, and the semen overflowed back out. Fortunately she didn't have any belly fat, so a puddle of cum simply pooled on Jia's stomach... and a beat later, Jia came all over again.
"HWOOOOOOK!!!!!!!! HWOOOOOOGOGOGOGOK!!!!!!!!"
Her hips wouldn't stop shaking, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Watching his daughter gasp and orgasm, Hanbyul gently wiped the puddle of semen away with the already-wet jeans.
And with that, Jia's jeans incident seemed to have come to a close.