Until We Get to School (2)
The two of them climbed down from the bed.
For all the heat of the moment just before, they simply sat in silence now.
Jia squatted against the mattress with her lips stuck out in a pout, sulking at the fact that they hadn't managed to do a thing. Hanbyul quietly kept watch at her side.
The silence dragged on like a standoff. Unable to take it any longer, Dad stepped in.
"Jia, are you having a hard time?"
She shook her head hard.
He asked if she was okay, sensing she'd taken quite a shock—but the answer that came back was that she wasn't struggling at all.
It was an obvious lie.
"My Jia..."
Finding her both adorable and pitiful, he gently gathered up the girl who was hugging her knees.
"There, there...!"
Wanting to coax the mood even a little softer, he gave her head the gentlest of knocks—Hanbyul's punishment for the fact that she'd deliberately smoked.
Earlier, while Jia had been spacing out, he'd checked the cigarette pack he'd taken from her. The fact that only a single stick had been left more or less backed that up.
"Augh..."
His daughter put on a show of pain even though it didn't hurt in the slightest.
Figuring what she needed most right now was simply having him there, he clung to her almost oppressively tight.
"Mmmph...♡"
Things hadn't gone the way she'd wanted—and yet she was nothing but happy. She made little purring sounds like a cat and rubbed her head against Hanbyul's shoulder.
A habit that hadn't changed since she was little. Whenever she was in a good mood like this, she'd nuzzle against his shoulder. Only when the two of them were alone, of course.
She was so cute and lovable that he reached out and stroked her hair.
"Daaad..."
At his daughter's call he stopped stroking—only for her to settle his hand right back on top of her head.
"Yeah... Jia..."
It felt like the moment she was about to confess something she'd done wrong, so he quietly lent an ear—without forgetting to keep stroking her hair.
"Dad..."
"Dad's not going anywhere."
Jia turned her head to look at Hanbyul. The pitiful look she'd worn gradually regained some life—only to lose it again and turn murky.
Huh...?
Without even time to be surprised at his daughter's unexpected reaction—
"Where did you go."
Detective Jia was interrogating him.
Hanbyul had only been thinking about the cigarettes and his daughter's wrongdoing, so he'd set his own faults aside. He'd completely forgotten that he'd been running around even more promiscuously than she had.
"Ah... I went for a walk..."
He offered the same excuse as yesterday. Naturally...
"Liar. I was at the park until just a moment ago?"
It didn't work.
She tilted her head. Her eyes burned even redder as she wordlessly pressured him not to lie.
"Then where on earth were you?"
"Ah... th-that's..."
The tables had completely turned. He tried to create even a little opening by asking a question, but—
"No, but why. Why did you smoke..!"
"I was gonna use this to seduce Dad and try it once."
Jia said it with utterly blunt honesty. She jerked her chin, kindly informing him that since she'd been honest, it was now his turn to be honest.
"..."
When he still wouldn't speak, she added a line for her dad who might not have gotten it.
"Be honest."
As if giving him time to think, she smoothly rose from her seat. Getting up was fine—but then she stripped off her top, revealing a pink bra cradling her breasts along with her elegant curves. She bent at the waist and locked eyes with Hanbyul.
"Or don't even dream of leaving until then."
Jia began peeling off her clothes one piece at a time again.
"J-Jia... w-why are you taking off your clothes..."
"I've gotta do something until you tell me properly, don't I?"
In other words, she was going to milk him until he told the truth. Even if Hanbyul told the truth, milking was a done deal regardless of whether it checked out—a bleak situation.
"It's easy. You just have to talk. Dad? Talk. Talk."
She tossed aside her dolphin shorts, revealing her long, shapely legs. Her expression was still ice-cold, but the stain on her panties was growing larger and larger.
"I said this much and you still don't get it? Or is it something that awkward to say...?"
Her face twisted as she pressed the tip of her foot from Hanbyul's calf up to his thigh, squishing down hard. The closer she got to his lower half, the more his cock began to swell.
"You like getting beaten by your daughter? Pervert. Disgusting."
Hanbyul hurriedly covered his crotch with both hands and answered with a face gone bright red. As a father, the situation felt humiliating.
"B-bento...! I was grocery shopping to pack you a lunch..."
"Hnnngh...♡"
Anyone could say the words. But Hanbyul's visual was far too intense.
And...
Dad did it for me...?
Jia plunged headfirst into a thoroughly pink fantasy, and somehow it seemed to have worked.
"Haa...♡"
Already the college girl was imagining Hanbyul in a naked apron, looking at her with honey-dripping eyes. Of course, the ending of that story was her perched on the sink while he fucked her like an animal—but still.
"J-Jia..!"
As the atmosphere turned greedy instead, Hanbyul urgently called out to her.
"Ah... ahem..."
She cleared her throat.
"But you didn't actually buy any groceries."
She stepped on the hole in his story.
"Ah... that's because I left my card behind and went..."
"Hmm..."
He was fidgeting like a dog that needed to poop, but she could just go check herself.
"Alright. Fine then."
Jia thought Hanbyul, whose face brightened at a single answer, looked like a puppy. That bright face didn't last long either—it turned ashen in an instant.
"But after going this far, we should do it once before we go, right? Mmph♡"
Before the unplanned grocery run could even begin, his daughter—
"Hngh..! D-don't come..!"
"That just makes me want to do it more. Dad...♡ Leaving Dad alone is dangerous after all...♡"
A female body in nothing but underwear pounced on top of Hanbyul.
"Nngiiiiih!!!!"
"Pwah~ How was it? Dad♡"
After downing a glass of cold water in the nude, she looked at Hanbyul collapsed on the bed.
"Hnn... w-what do you mean how was it..."
"Wasn't it nice after so long?"
Jia said it so brazenly. Perhaps because she no longer had to watch her mother's mood...
"Aah.. it hurts..."
His nape stung. Because of the loving attack that had sucked on his neck as if biting into it, eyes brimming with carnal desire. Even sitting still, a throbbing pain found him.
"Dad's mine...♡"
"Won't Mom scold you...?"
Hanbyul uneasily checked on Jia standing beside him. Because his daughter had stubbornly insisted they go out matching as a couple, Jia was currently wearing Jiwoo's clothes and walking with Hanbyul.
"Mmph♡ Do we look like a couple like this?"
The father and daughter matched in ivory knits. Not father and daughter—they actually looked like lovers. Even though they were just going grocery shopping, the married man felt awkward heading out dressed so neatly.
"I-isn't it weird...?"
"Come on~ What's weird about it. I like it better! Think of it as a practice run for when you come to school!"
Jia smiled with a lewd curl of her eyes. For a moment Hanbyul thought she looked exactly like Jiwoo.
They were chatting away when Jia suddenly turned her head in one direction and glared.
"Hrrngh..!!!"
She went on full alert like a cat hissing.
"Eek..!"
A passing woman must have looked at Hanbyul, because Jia was already throwing down the gauntlet from the start. Jia was reacting exactly the same way Jiwoo had during their high school romance. It was fascinating and a little scary at the same time.
If he thought of it as a trait etched into the bones of both mother and daughter...
"Jia... don't go that far..."
He tried to stop her, worried she'd pick a fight for no reason.
"But... it feels like they're going to take you away."
Jia seemed even more worried. Thinking of the past, he could understand—so he looked around.
"Hic..."
Every single woman was watching Hanbyul carefully. Some stared oppressively, some glanced repeatedly, and some were outright staring in a daze.
"See? Dad gets it now, right?"
Hanbyul was startled by the amount of attention being shot his way—far more than he'd imagined. It was a moment that made him realize how incredible Jia was for facing them all alone, and how incredible Jiwoo had been for fighting this battle until marriage.
"Hey! Where do you think you're looking!"
"Ah... no..."
Hanbyul was drawing even the gazes of women in the bloom of youth having their own pink romances. A peach blossom had bloomed right in the middle of the street.
"Ugh, seriously, why is everyone staring."
Jia was thoroughly pissed off. Watching his daughter, Hanbyul decided that since it was a rare date just for the two of them, he'd help her hold her head high a little. He linked arms with her, looking up slightly because of the height difference.
"Jia... you need to smooth out that frown..!"
With one hand he lifted one corner of her lips—and she grinned without even trying to hide how good she felt.
"Dad... you're so naughty...♡"
Then she sucked on the finger that had come near her mouth.
"Eeeek..!"
"Naughty fox...♡"
Hanbyul's face went hot. Jia walked with her shoulders squared and her head held high, as if pleased to be announcing to every woman around that this man was hers. A victor's smile formed on her face.
"Oh but Dad, do you know how to get to our school?"
Jia remembered that Hanbyul had secretly wanted to come to school for a while. Of course, so had she... but the problem was that if he came to school, Dad might end up in trouble.
"Ah, I know it well..! And if I don't, I can just ask Iseul to come with us."
"Why is Baek Iseul coming into this!!!"
She shouted like he'd lost his mind.
"I'm right here, so why Iseul. Are you ignoring me?"
"Ah... no... Jia, you have morning classes tomorrow."
"Iseul has morning classes too."
"Still, you know the way."
"Haa..."
The father and daughter got wordy over someone who wasn't even there.
And so they arrived at the neighborhood supermarket.