Heat Period (3)
He hurried home with the groceries, bags swinging at his sides.
Thankfully, the store had been empty of other shoppers on the way back—no chance of another near-gang-rape like the one before.
“Hah… hah…”
Maybe it was from holding Hyeseo for so long, but every time he ran, the scent of her sweat brushed past the tip of his nose.
On variety shows, whenever someone landed in a sticky situation, they muttered things like “banish worldly desires”—and he was starting to understand why.
Still, whether it was being held by Hyeseo or the simple anticipation of seeing his daughter after so long, he could feel the earlier heat finally ebbing away.
“What should I cook for her? Maybe the spicy pork rice bowl Jia likes?”
Both arms were loaded with bags, yet he barely registered the weight as he quickened his pace toward home.
Beep-beep-beep-beep. Ding-dong~♪
“Haa…”
The moment he set the bags down, the first things that caught his eye were the shoes and luggage by the front door.
She’s finally here! My little girl~
Delighted, he rushed to find her.
“Jia~! You’re home!?”
“…”
Normally she would have come flying at him with a “Daddy!!!”—but there was no response at all.
Wondering if she simply hadn’t heard, he called again.
“Jia~!!! Daddy’s home~!”
He’d clearly seen her heading this way when he was at the park. So why wasn’t she answering…?
The house was cold and still.
“Did she go back out already? No, that can’t be…”
A little disappointed, he carried the groceries into the kitchen—and only then did he start to hear it. The faint sound of water.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Water?
It wasn’t a simple splash. It was thicker, wetter—something being worked in a slick, rhythmic motion. Something that sounded, if he was honest, a little indecent.
He checked the sink and the bathroom for a leak, but nothing looked wrong. He searched the other rooms too and still found nothing—until he realized there was one door he hadn’t tried.
Jia’s room.
He didn’t know when it had happened, but her door stood slightly ajar. He crept toward it, careful and quiet.
Why his heart was pounding over something so small, he couldn’t say. Step by careful step, he closed the distance, and in that brief stretch of hallway an old memory surfaced—the way he and little Jia used to sneak up on each other and play.
Imagining the startled look on her face, he flung the door wide.
“Jia!…….”
“Hup! Nngh?”
As a father, he had just forfeited every right to the title.
Jia was staring back at him with only her eyes peeking out—his own discarded white T-shirt pulled over her head backward. The long legs and wide hips she’d inherited from her mother hit him first. Her chest, unlike her mother’s, was full and developed the way girls her age were these days…
No! Why am I thinking that!?
He shook his head hard and shut the door as if nothing had happened.
Ah—I should still apologize, though.
Whether it was pure stupidity or the aftershocks of his heat, he couldn’t tell—but this ranked among the worst mistakes he could imagine.
He threw the door open again and apologized.
“Jia, I’m sorry!”
“Kyaaaaah!!!!”
“I’m home~”
Leaving that charged scene at the park behind her, she had run all the way home just to see her dad.
Unfortunately, no one was there to greet her.
“Everyone’s out… Mom said she was flying overseas on business today too. Aigoo~”
She dumped her bags by the entrance and meant to kill the empty quiet by flipping through travel photos while she waited for him. That had been the plan, at least—until she spotted the white T-shirt lying in the middle of the living room floor.
In that instant, every other intention evaporated.
“Hmm? A white tee?”
One fact she knew for certain: that shirt belonged to Dad.
“Nnh…♡”
Only after double- and triple-checking that he really wasn’t home did she pounce on the shirt the way a cat snatches a toy.
Some time had passed, so the scent had faded a little—but it still held the smell of his skin, his sweat, and… semen.
“Nnh!!!”
She barely stopped herself from squirting on the spot. Burying her nose in the fabric, she inhaled like it was a drug.
“Hnnnngh~♡”
And then—
“Hhaaaaah~!!!!!”
Her waist and hips jerked as she came. Feeling like she needed to masturbate properly if she was ever going to settle down, she carried the shirt into her room.
Clothes flew off in a frantic heap. She pressed her face into the fabric again and breathed deep.
“Hnnnnngh~♡”
“Hngh-aaaah~♡ So good, so fucking good. It feels so gooood~♡”
She pulled the whole shirt over her head and lost herself in fantasy while she touched herself—imagining swallowing her father’s cock to the root and working him hard with her mouth.
She never should have done it.
Even if she was going to masturbate, she should have locked the door and cleaned up after herself first.
She was deep in it, sweating hard, when the door suddenly burst open.
“Jia!….”
“Hup! Nngh?”
Dad walked in.
She stared at his eyes in a daze, as if she were dreaming.
Ah…?
Every time his gaze skimmed her legs, her hips, her chest, her body twitched and heat flooded through her all over again—but sorting out the situation came first. She watched the door start to ease shut and went back to touching herself, meaning to finish.
Then the door flew wide open again. Dad squeezed his eyes shut and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Jia, I’m sorry!”
“Kyaaaaah!!!!”
She flung a pillow too late. It smacked against the firmly closed door and flopped uselessly to the floor.
What the hell was that!!!
What do I do…
Even after a long while had passed since the incident, Jia still wouldn’t come out of her room.
“Jia~ Daddy’s sorry.”
“…”
He reached for the doorknob just in case—
“Don’t you turn that! The second I see you, I swear I’ll kill myself. I’ll jump out the window!!!”
“I—I got it!!! Daddy’s sorry, Jia!!!”
He fled, putting distance between himself and her door.
Not even a full day had gone by, and already the disasters wouldn’t stop piling up.
A near gang rape. Running into his ex. Catching his daughter Jia masturbating…
“Haa… Why is today like this.”
He was still reeling from how completely unlike a normal day it had been when—
♪~♬~♩~
His phone rang. Of course the caller was his wife, Jiwoo.
Incoming call…
If he let it ring three times without answering, that night would be death—so he picked up before the first ring even finished.
“Tsk…”
Jiwoo clicked her tongue, as if she’d been hoping he would let it go all three. She thought he couldn’t hear her doing it alone, and it was almost cute.
“Hello~?”
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about my wife?”
“…”
After everything that had happened today, all he wanted was to lean on her a little. Maybe that was why the clinginess slipped out on its own…
“Didn’t my wife miss me at all?”
“Shut up…”
“Wow, you’re cursing at your husband right now? That’s not okay.”
He’d expected more of a reaction. When she stayed flat, something sharp—maybe leftover heat—pushed him a step too far.
“Should I go find another woman?”
He realized too late that he never should have said it—
“Fuck, where are you!? I’ll kill you.”
And in that exact moment—
BANG!!!
—Jia’s door slammed open. His daughter glared at him with a face that looked ready to bury someone on the spot.
For a split second her expression overlapped perfectly with Jiwoo’s. Was that just his imagination…?
“I—it was a joke, just a joke…”
“For real!!!”
Jia bellowed and stormed back into her room. As for his Queen—
“Should I cut off your legs? Or your arms?”
—she was saying the most bone-chilling nonsense.
“H-honey! What’s wrong with you!!! I would never go to another wom—”
The day’s events flashed through his mind, and the rest of the sentence died in his throat.
“Haa… Fuck. Are you joking with me right now?”
“…”
“You already came your brains out, didn’t you? Right?”
“Jiwoo, what’s gotten into you!!!”
“You did, didn’t you, you bastard. While I was gone you lured some other woman in and fucked her filthy? Did it feel good?”
“I did not!!!”
Technically things had never quite reached that stage, so it was the strongest denial he could manage.
“Listen, Hanbyul.”
Jiwoo’s voice dropped low and cold, and his whole body locked up.
“…”
“Why so quiet? Because I already caught you?”
“N-no..!”
“Right, Hanbyul. I’ve only ever been good to you. I’ve only ever looked at you. No—I am only looking at you. So if—and I mean if—you go falling for some other woman and start mixing bodies with her?”
“Nngh…”
“I’ll kill that bitch for real. And you—I’ll train you so thoroughly you’ll never think about another woman again.”
Knowing Jiwoo, every word before and after was sincere. He lowered himself as far as he could go, begging over and over that he understood, that he was sorry.
“From now on, send me one photo every day.”
“A photo?”
“Naked.”
“Y-yes, honey.”
“Good. Jia should be home by now—take care of her properly. I’ll wrap up work fast and come back.”
His Queen’s mood seemed to have eased a little.
“Got it, Jiwoo! Be careful!”
Click—.
“Hoo…”
One phone call and he felt ten years older.
Maybe it was the aftershocks of his heat—or the way he’d poked his wife on top of everything else—but sleep crashed over him hard.
“I haven’t even made Jia dinner yet…”
He leaned back against the living room sofa, calling for Jia again and again, until he finally drifted off.
The last thing he saw—or maybe it was a dream—was his wife standing naked, looking straight at him.