Heat Period (4)
Jia had been gauging her angle of escape, but she simply could not find one.
"Haah... what the hell am I supposed to do."
Just moments ago she had flared up without thinking, thrown the door open and stormed out — only to realize it had been her dad's idea of a joke and slink right back into her room.
Going back out now would be way too humiliating...
Should I go to another woman?
Her heart had dropped like a stone.
That was him saying he would abandon them — no. Abandon her...
Well, maybe thanks to her warning, that insane little burst of bravado from a moment ago did not seem to be making a comeback. But she could barely hear a word of the phone call, and curiosity finally got the better of her. She eased her fingers around the doorknob and cracked it open.
Mom and Dad's voices drifted through. She had no idea what he had done this time that had him bowing his head over and over, apologizing, even though Mom was not even in the room.
"Haah... but what am I supposed to do about this now?"
The earlier mess seemed more or less settled, yet looking at her dad's white T-shirt — pickled through with her own juices — left nothing in her chest but a heavy, conflicted ache.
She had to deal with the aftermath somehow... and it was genuinely a nightmare. Leave it here and she would just keep masturbating to that shirt. Try to throw it away and she was guaranteed to run into Dad on the way.
"Ugh, seriously..."
Stuck between one impossible option and the other, Jia stamped her feet in place and sank into a very serious, very desperate deliberation.
How much time had passed? She was still standing in front of the door, lost in thought, when a voice slipped into her ears.
"Jia... Jia... Jia..."
As if under a spell, Dad would call her name, fall quiet, call it again, fall quiet.
Wondering if he was crying, she peeked her head out — and there he was, slumped sideways on the sofa, mumbling in his sleep. He was lying facing her direction, and because he had rolled onto one side his pants had ridden up, leaving his thighs completely bare.
Those pale, creamy thighs looked even more mouthwatering under the fluorescent light. If he had been her boyfriend, she would have spent the entire day just grinding on him.
"Ah..."
The filthy fantasy got her worked up all over again before she even realized it. And because of that, she started doing something she never would have done under ordinary circumstances — something Mom would have stopped her from doing.
Dad won't even notice anyway.
Thump. Her dolphin shorts, her panties, and her top hit the floor. A shiver ran through her. She was not committing an actual crime, and still her conscience twinged with guilt.
I can't help it. Dad's the one who seduced me!
Clinging to that flimsy justification, Jia let out a shaky, excited breath and approached Hanbyul.
"Haaah~♡"
She pressed a hand to her flushed cheek, her face melting into an expression of pure rapture. She held her fingers under his nose to make sure he was really asleep.
"Perfect."
Once she confirmed he had drifted off, her behavior grew a little bolder.
"Daddy~ Daddy, you asleep?"
She bent at the waist to peer into his face and called to him, but of course there was no answer. He was out cold. A twinge of regret crossed her mind — if her breasts had been just a little bigger, her nipples would have brushed his face. She let it go. Right now she had a feast laid out in front of her, and she could take her time savoring every bite.
"Hahk... hahk..."
She rolled his body from its side onto his back, then laid herself down on his chest and buried her nose in the crook of his neck.
"Khhh~♡"
Just the fact that their bodies were pressed together was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she had already come so many times that she could more or less hold on. Now she wanted the scent of his actual skin — not the T-shirt — so she tried to inhale until her chest swelled full...
"Snnniff~! Hyaaaaaaang~!!!!!!"
Her hips shuddered violently, and she came.
"Th-that's dangewous...♡"
She worried for a second that she might have woken him, but once Jeon Hanbyul fell asleep he almost never woke easily. Reassured, she moved on to the next stage.
"Wait... I'll, I'll clean you up."
She tried to take his clothes off, but she would have had to lift both his arms to pull them free, so she had no choice... she tore them.
Riiip.
She flung aside the fabric as it tore away like skin, then straddled his pubic bone and pressed her face to his chest once more.
"Hyaaaang, it feels so go—?"
She never finished saying how good it felt.
What the hell.
Until just now it had been a mix of fabric softener, Dad's skin, and the smell of sweat... but when she tore the clothes open and shoved her nose against his bare chest to inhale—
"Sniff sniff sniff sniff..."
It smelled like another woman's flesh.
"D-Dad? No way, right? Wait..."
In a flash, the scene she had witnessed at the park replayed behind her eyes...
"Dad...?"
I thought that back looked familiar...
The moment she realized that the slut panting in another woman's arms had been her own father, rage surged through her.
But why? Why the hell?
She could not be certain of everything, but one fact was clear.
That fat-titted bitch with her useless slabs of flesh, fuck. That bitch in heat...
She had big tits.
The thought that Dad — who she had believed looked only at her — was actually going into heat buried in some other bitch's cleavage made her teeth chatter with fury. And yet... now she had a weakness of his that even Mom did not know about. A thrill she could not explain, a rush of dark exhilaration, ran through her.
"Daddy, you started this. This is your fault first."
She climbed down from the sofa and yanked off his shorts and underwear in one motion. His cock emerged, already swollen to about half-mast.
"Cock~!"
A woman's sex drive ran several times hotter than a man's, and she was twenty — right at the peak of it. It was a typical college girl's reaction. With hearts practically stamped into her pupils, Jia buried her face against his cock and sniffed greedily.
"Sniff sniff sniff, khhhh~♡"
The thick, spreading scent of cock, and the fact that she was slathering it in nothing but her own smell — the rush of superiority sent Jia over the edge yet again.
"Nngooooohk~!!!"
Splat.
Maybe it was all the extra flesh thanks to that child-bearing pelvis, but when her body hit the floor it made a thick, meaty grinding sound.
"I-I'd love to lose my virginity right here and now, but... doing it while he's asleep isn't really my thing."
On trembling, wobbling legs, Jia went and fetched her phone. Then she started capturing Hanbyul's body — photos and video both.
Click. Click. Click.
"Just one taste. Just one bite."
Maybe from all the touching, his cock had swollen fully. She dropped to her knees, buried her face in his groin, and began licking with devoted care. The tension drained from her sharp eyes. Her face was a vulgar mess of her own spit and his pre-cum as she kept devouring his cock.
"Ah! One last thing..."
As the sun began to rise, thinking this was truly the last of it, Jia claimed her father's lips.
Slurp. Slurrrp. Sluuuuurp!
Her tongue-work was still clumsy, but the obsession and desire she felt for her target made the display raw, blatant, and utterly shameless.
"See you when you wake up~ Da.ddy."
"Mmh..."
His whole body ached. Whatever he had been dreaming, it had been a rough night.
Is it because I slept on the sofa...?
Hanbyul stretched and checked the clock. It was already morning, so he hurried to get up and start preparing breakfast — and then he froze.
"Huh?"
He looked down at himself. Not a scrap of clothing on him. Completely naked.
"Wait, what?"
While he was still trying to process the situation, a door opened and Jia emerged, half-asleep.
"Dad. Did you sleep we—"
"Jia! Hold on! Just a second!"
It was incredibly awkward and he felt terrible, but he still had to feed her breakfast. Once he had composed himself, he called for her.
"Sweetheart~ Come out and eat~"
"Yeah..."
Jia shuffled out in her dolphin shorts and a short-sleeved top. Honestly, he had not expected her to come out at all.
"Let's just keep breakfast simple — toast."
"Yeah..."
Yesterday's incident had not even had time to fade, and now something like this had happened on top of it. He could feel the distance growing between father and daughter. He felt like he had to say something to break the ice, so he took a sip of milk and spoke.
"Jia, what are you doing today?"
"I was gonna go to the internet cafe with my friends."
"Ah, the internet cafe? Then you'll need some allowance, huh? How much should I give you?"
He was making a genuine effort to get things back to normal.
"Don't bother. I'm not a kid. Why would you give me that."
"Hey, I just want to take care of my pretty girl~"
"Wh-what are you even saying!"
Jia suddenly barked at him. She had not even been like this during puberty, but ever since becoming an adult she did this a lot. Maybe her rebellious phase had just arrived late...
"What about you, Dad?"
"Hm? Me? Dad's gotta go out for a run, right?"
"Who with?"
"By myself...?"
"By yourself!?"
"Yeah, why? What's wrong, sweetheart?"
The thought that his daughter might be worried about him made his chest tighten with unexpected emotion.
"Wait, are you actually worried about me right now?"
"Ugh, whatever, forget that. So what were you going out for yesterday?"
"Huh?"
The atmosphere flipped in an instant. The moment the interrogation started, his daughter's tone shifted to sound exactly like Jiwoo's. Like mother, like daughter, apparently.
"I asked what you went out for yesterday."
"I went grocery shopping so I could cook for my girl, didn't I?"
"So you went to the park too, then?"
"..."
His thoughts went blank, like he had been hit over the head with a hammer.
Don't tell me... she thought that was me?
Did she catch me?
N-no! I can't let her see me like that... that ugly side of me...!
"Well, yesterday there was this couple going at it pretty sloppy in the park. Something about it felt familiar~ ...I thought it was you, Dad~"
"Ahaha... what kind of thing is that to say, you're still so young...!"
"Right? There's no way Dad would do something like that, huh?"
"Of course not! Who do you think I am."
He looked at Jia, who was grinning loosely, and tried to smile along with her.
Jia's face changed in an instant.