Until We Go to School (1)
Father and daughter, locked in a standoff with nothing but a single door between them. Did they even realize they were sitting back to back?
Utterly dejected, Hanbyul turned his head and called out to his daughter.
"Jia..."
A father pouring his whole aching heart into that one word. And yet, as if that feeling meant nothing at all—
"..."
There was no response.
When even a long wait brought no answer, he grew restless and started scratching at the poor, innocent wall. Then, afraid the noise might get on her nerves, he stopped scratching altogether and simply began stroking the surface with his hand.
A father drowning in worry. And on the other side of the door, the complete opposite: Jia, one hand clamped over her mouth, desperately holding back her ragged breathing.
He's so cute...♡ So cute, cute, cute. I'm going insane, he's so adorable...♡
It brought back memories of when she was little — her father calling for her so desperately — and it made him feel unbearably precious. She thought of how they'd had the exact same standoff through this very door.
It was just like this back then, too...
Let us take a brief look back at Jia's old memories...
"I hate you, Daddy!"
Dressed in a pretty little dress finished with pink frills, Jia whirled around and stormed into her room.
SLAM!!!
The door thundered with a force no ordinary child should have possessed. That was ten-year-old Jia, wearing every last ounce of her feelings on her sleeve.
Jiwoo had gone to work, and for one reason or another, things had ended up exactly like this. Hanbyul — looking little different from the man he was now — sat fidgeting with a spoon heaped high with rice, unable to sit still.
"Jia...!"
"Go away! I don't even want to look at you!"
"H-huh..."
He took his daughter's resentful glare and a remark that carved straight into his chest.
"Go...! Just go away...!"
All Hanbyul could do was stand there stupidly in front of Jia's door, staring endlessly at the warning scrawled in wobbly, crooked letters.
JIA'S ROOM.
KEEP OUT!
"Jia... it's not that we can't go at all..."
"That is what 'no' means!"
The reason Jia was furious was that she had asked to go to the amusement park — only to be met with her father's cold, unyielding answer that they couldn't go unless Mom came too.
Tch... why can we never go...
It wasn't that she didn't understand his situation. If he went with just her and Mom wasn't there, there would be no one to protect him — that was why he always said they should go together when Mom was around. In case anything happened to him.
And Jia knew that. She did. But the same answer every single time, the rule that she and Daddy had to stay cooped up at home whenever they were alone together — she hated it.
"Jia... don't be mad... Daddy's sorry..."
She knew he hadn't really done anything wrong. But the feeling of wanting to go out and play and not being allowed to was more than a ten-year-old could bear.
"Forget it...!"
Jia was in a full-blown sulk, her lower lip jutting out in a pout big enough to take a stroll to the park out front and back again.
"Jia..."
And so the battle of spear and shield between father and daughter raged on. Hanbyul kept calling her name and begging for forgiveness, and Jia answered that father of hers with nothing but a relentless barrage of I hate it, no, forget it.
"Daddy just..."
He started to speak, then stopped. Whether he had simply run out of steam or not, no further sound came from the other side of the door.
Jia, who had been sitting there all prim and sulky, seemed to notice the sudden quiet.
"Daddy...?"
She called for him before she even realized she was doing it.
"Daddy."
A flush of heat rose in her and she called for him again.
"..."
Still no answer.
She kept calling out into the empty air, and a grave look slowly settled over her face.
It can't be... right?
What if he hated her now? What if he had left her behind? What if he had brought some other woman home? What if he had gone out with Mom?
Strange, terrible thoughts kept swimming through her head. She wanted to burst out of the room that very second.
She turned her tightly wound body around and looked at the door — and for the first time in her life, the door to her own house looked impossibly tall. Just staring at it made her stomach turn; the door seemed to waver, and a wave of dizziness washed over her.
"Daddyyy..."
Jia balled her tiny fists as tight as they would go, teared up, and grabbed the doorknob.
The door opened. She took one step, then another — and the man who had been hiding behind it appeared.
"Jiaaa~!"
He scooped her up in a rush and kept nuzzling into her, murmuring how sorry he was, rubbing their cheeks together until they squished.
"I'm sorry, Jia... Daddy made you upset, didn't he...?"
"Waaah! I don't care!!!"
She hated it, she was furious, she was embarrassed... and yet just being held by him felt safe and good. She remembered consoling herself afterward not with the thought that she had been tricked, but that she had let herself be fooled this once.
In the end, she and Daddy never did go to the amusement park alone that day.
Then maybe this time I'll be the one to try it.
Still covering her nose and mouth with her hand, Jia slowly stood and pressed herself flat against the wall.
While she prepared herself to face her father... Hanbyul, for his part—
"Jia...?"
—still couldn't let go. He kept calling her name, clinging to the hope that she might answer. And when the faint presence he had been able to sense until now vanished completely—
"Ah..."
—he took it as proof that she was truly, thoroughly furious. Desperate to settle this before his wife came home, he groped for some kind of compromise.
"Jia, if your mom finds out about this..."
At that, the door slid quietly open.
Under the enormous misconception that Jia, too, was afraid of her mother finding out she had smoked, Hanbyul set aside the impropriety of entering someone's room uninvited and stepped inside, one foot after another.
On the bed, a blanket rose in a conspicuous lump.
When did she even get over there.
He was still marveling at how Jia had slipped through the door and under the covers in the blink of an eye when—
SLAM!
The door banged shut behind him, and before he could even turn his head he was shoved face-down onto the blanket.
"J-Jia...?"
Both arms were twisted behind his back and pinned by a single pair of hands, like a criminal being arrested. The person who had tackled him was twitching at the corners of her mouth, as if she found the whole thing endlessly amusing.
"Daddyyy... were you that worried about me?"
Apparently not cold in the slightest, Jia climbed up onto Hanbyul's ass, her pale thighs and calves on full display.
"D-do you even have to ask?!"
"Hauun... if you say it like that, I'm just going to like you even more. What do I dooo...♡"
His answer must have pleased her, because she started rocking her hips, grinding her rear against her father's body. Then she pressed herself flush against him, arranging them into a position that looked for all the world like she was forcing him—
"Daddyyy~♡"
—and whispered into his ear, deliberately letting her breath ghost across his skin.
"Hyaaahn...♡"
A father's dazed, hazy pleasure — her touch forceful and yet somehow soft, wrapped in the scent of peaches on her skin. Jia's hair spilled down over Hanbyul's face.
"Daddy. Should we do it behind Mom's back?"
She was tempting him.
"J-Jia...?"
"Aauhn... I dunnooo...♡ That's what you get for calling for me like that."
Without meaning to, Jia had handed him the very opening he needed to escape this situation. Only then did he remember why he had been calling for his daughter so desperately in the first place.
Maybe it was the sudden shift in mood. Jia flinched and her grip went slack—
"Kyaa!"
—and Hanbyul turned them over in one motion, taking the top position.
Not that Jia hadn't let herself fall on purpose, angling for him to end up on top of her. About ninety percent of it, maybe...?
"Yang Jia. Look at me."
Braced on both arms above her, her father made her meet his eyes. The sharp, glittering light that had been in Jia's gaze until a moment ago visibly wavered — like a shy college girl handing over her phone to give someone her number.
"Why would you do something that worried your dad like that..."
"Nnh...♡"
Jia twisted and squirmed under nothing more than Hanbyul's gaze and a single sentence. She had been trying to change since then, but she still couldn't seem to pull herself free of a married man's thick, lingering charm.
"I can't take it...♡"
"H-huh...?"
His daughter threw both arms wide and pulled Hanbyul into a tight embrace. He thrashed, trying to wriggle free, but she had already hooked her arms and legs around him so he couldn't go anywhere. All that violent squirming left them in a position that looked exactly like a mating press — his cock shoved right up against Jia's pussy.
"Haaang... haang... haaat...♡"
Jia rolled her hips to match his movements, and Hanbyul, finally registering how wrong this was, stopped. But between the stimulation, the heat that had begun to rise in him, and a face that rivaled Jiwoo in her prime—
"Haa... haa..."
—Hanbyul, too, was slowly getting worked up.
"Daddy... it's been so long, hasn't it...? I've been holding back this whole time — holding back every time I wanted to touch you, holding back every time I wanted to be all lovey-dovey with you. But then you go and seduce me, you pin me down... I don't think I can stop myself anymore...♡"
"Nnngh... Jia... youuu..."
On the verge of being eaten alive, Hanbyul finally realized that every last bit of this had been planned. No matter how much time passed, he was still a man who could never climb out of a woman's palm.
"Jeon Hanbyul, you're so bad...♡"
She pursed her lips and slipped her tongue out between them, laying it over his mouth. Desperate to keep that tentacle of a tongue at bay—
"Mmph...! Mmph!!"
—Hanbyul clamped his mouth shut. Jia, meanwhile, strained with everything she had to claim the married man's mouth, and when it wouldn't go her way, she decided to play her trump card.
She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was completely bare. She pressed it down against Hanbyul's cock, already standing at full, throbbing attention, and started caressing the shaft with her folds, her lips parting and nipping around him.
"Hyaaaiiit...!!!"
The ticklish, maddening sensation tore a moan out of him before he could stop it, and his mouth fell open. Jia was never going to let an opening like that slip by.
Schlurp~♡
She pushed her tongue inside, ready to explore her father's mouth in earnest. Judging by how Hanbyul had always reacted before, he would put on a show of hating it and then go all soft, letting their tongues slide together—
"Ugh...!"
The instant their tongues touched, he jerked back in a panic. And then he looked at Jia with a contempt usually reserved for insects.
"Ah...?"
It was a look she had never seen from her father. Jia froze solid. Hanbyul, just as startled by his own reaction, went still as well.
"Huh?"
Before either of them had time to process what had just come out of him—
"Daddyyy...?"
—a single tear slipped down Yang Jia's cheek, the thought that she had been rejected already taking root. Hanbyul flailed both hands, frantically trying to explain that it wasn't because of her.
"N-no... it's the cigarette smell..."
If he was lying, she decided, she would milk him until he couldn't even stand. She cupped a hand in front of her mouth and breathed out. Haah—
"Ugh... what the hell..."
The smell was no joke. It hadn't even been a whole pack — just one cigarette, and she had only taken two puffs before coughing and giving up. And yet the stench had sunk in deep and refused to leave.
Wait... if it's like this...
The future unspooled in her head. A picture of never being able to have sex with Daddy again — never even being able to kiss him, never even being able to peck him on the lips. Jia's face fell into the deepest gloom, and the strength went out of her body.
Like a dead frog with its belly turned up. Her thighs, her arms, her breasts, all hanging limp. Her head lolled to one side as if she had been fucked unconscious, vacant pupils staring at nothing.
"J-Jia...?"