Father-Daughter Incest Sex Play (1)
"...Jihoon, could you maybe pick up some pads on your way over...? I've completely run out of what I had..."
"Ah...! Of course! Um, but I've never bought them before, so... which kind should I get...?"
I was walking down the street with my phone pressed to my ear, talking to Yeji.
Looks like Yeji's period started... Well, it's been about a month since the last time we did it.
I smiled contentedly, recalling the memory of having sex with her while she was on her period last time.
"Ah, any brand is fine as long as it's not the super cheap stuff. One large and one medium, please...!"
"Got it, Yeji. I'll get you the best ones."
"Ahaha... You really don't have to. Oh, and Jihoon."
"Yes?"
"...Are we doing it from behind today? Or from the front?"
Yeji asked the lewd question in a small, trembling voice.
My face flushed as I scratched my head and answered with a laugh.
"Haha, well, uh... which do you prefer, Yeji?"
"Ugh, why are you asking me that! So embarrassing... hehe...
...Then today, since I'm on my period, from behind..."
"Saying 'today' is a bit much, isn't it? We've been doing it from behind pretty much every day lately."
"...Do you want me to hit you, Jihoon?"
I laughed, apologized, and ended the call on a warm, playful note.
After that, I stopped by a convenience store, bought the pack of pads Yeji had asked for, and grabbed a few of her favorite chocolates as well before heading back outside.
Just thinking about spending the whole night buried in Yeji's ass while she was already fully in heat-mode was enough to make me feel like I might float away.
I was walking home with a big, stupid grin on my face when, all of a sudden, a strange sense of unease hit me and I stopped dead in my tracks.
Huh...? I feel like I just passed someone I know...
My instincts were screaming that a familiar face had just walked by, but my rational mind was insisting that was impossible.
Because something that should never have been next to that person was right there beside them.
Heart pounding, I spun around in a hurry.
"...Heeeh... So, oppa, what happened to that guy?"
"Why do you need to know? You gonna feel sorry for him and put out?"
"No, it's not like that... Never mind, it's nothing..."
That familiar voice. That tiny back that barely cleared 160 centimeters. That cocky dyed-blonde hair.
Anyone could tell at a glance — that was Chaeeun.
But there was a strange man walking beside her. The guy with his arm slung over her shoulder, sauntering along like he owned the place, also looked vaguely familiar.
"...Ah...? That bastard..."
He was one of the lowlifes from that table at the club last time — the night Chaeeun had been drugged out of her mind and collapsed among strangers. The tall, good-looking one who had seemed like the ringleader of the bunch.
If Yein hadn't stepped in back then, both Chaeeun and I could have ended up in a seriously dangerous situation.
...That bastard was the one who slipped me something at the end and left me suffering all night... Don't tell me he's going after Chaeeun again?
Without thinking, I sprinted over, grabbed the guy by the shoulder, and shouted.
"Hey, hold it! Where the hell do you think you're taking her? Let go!"
"Hm? The hell is this?"
The man, who was even taller than me, raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down with complete indifference.
I'd felt it the first time we met, too — this guy was no ordinary punk.
He had the kind of face that lived up to its looks. The kind of face that made it obvious he'd been the boss of every thug crew since he was a kid.
Even as a guy, I had to admit he was solidly, reliably handsome. If someone like him were on my side, I couldn't imagine feeling safer.
But meeting him as an enemy like this? There was nothing good about the feeling at all.
More than anything, those eyes of his were ice-cold. I finally understood exactly what adults meant when they said, "Stay away from people with cold eyes."
Still, unlike last time at the club, he didn't have his little goons with him. I figured I could at least drag him off her with my own strength.
I steeled myself, clamped down hard on his shoulder, and glared at him like I was about to throw a punch any second.
...This bastard's eyes are way too calm. What, does he think a small fry like me isn't even worth his time?
I've got just as much bulk as you do, you know. Keep looking down on me and you're gonna regret it, you son of a bitch...!
I glared at him with the biggest bluff a guy who'd never learned how to fight in his life could possibly muster.
And right then—
Chaeeun grabbed me from the side, shaking me urgently as she cried out.
"O-oppa! Stop it, this is my boyfriend!"
The sheer absurdity of those words made me choke so hard I started coughing.
"Cough, cough! Hhk... W-what did you just say...? Boyfriend...?"
Chaeeun nodded frantically, then hopped over on her short little legs and tried to pry my hand off the man's shoulder.
"Jungin is my boyfriend, so stop! You can't do this..."
"...N-no... Do you have any idea what this bastard did to you back then..."
In that instant, something clicked, and my eyes went wide.
...Right — Chaeeun has no idea who this guy is! She was already completely out of it on drugs by then...
Desperate to tell her the truth, I grabbed both of her shoulders and shouted.
"Hey, listen carefully! This bastard is a pure, uncut piece of trash! Back at the club he drugged you and tried to ra—"
"Hey. What the hell do you think you're doing to my girlfriend? Take your hands off her."
Before I could finish, the man named Jungin seized my wrist in a crushing grip and muttered the words in a low voice.
I swallowed hard as I met those razor-sharp eyes.
...Fucking hell, those eyes are seriously terrifying... He looks like he'd actually kill me if it came down to it...
I realized for the first time that it was possible for someone to threaten your life with nothing but a look — no words needed.
Honestly, I was scared shitless. But I couldn't just back down. I had to get the truth through to Chaeeun before it was too late.
I wrenched my hand free of his grip and rattled the words off at Chaeeun like a machine gun.
"Hey, you remember passing out at the club last time, right? That was because this bastard spiked your drink. You get that?
They knocked you completely unconscious so they could take turns fucking you as much as they wanted. Because you looked young and easy. You understand?
If you get it, then never get involved with this piece of garbage again. Come on. We're leaving."
I grabbed Chaeeun's wrist and tried to drag her away by force — and she suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs.
"W-wait! I already know...!"
I stopped mid-step and slowly turned to look at her.
"...What?"
I murmured it with a blank expression, not trusting my own ears. Chaeeun made a miserable face and said it again.
"...I already know. That I drank the drink Jungin gave me at the club and blacked out."
"...Y-you remembered that? Then why..."
I trailed off, completely unable to understand. Chaeeun shook her head, her face flushed red.
"...No, I don't remember. Jungin told me everything.
He said I accidentally drank someone else's drink and that's why it happened. So it wasn't anyone's fault. It's not what you're thinking, oppa."
"Wh-what... No, you... you actually believe that... Ah, shit, my neck..."
I clutched the back of my neck with a groan as my blood pressure spiked.
That was when Jungin, who had been watching from behind, slowly stepped forward and raised his hand high.
...Ugh, here it comes...!
I instinctively crouched, bracing to block his fist and counter.
But instead of hitting me, the bastard placed his hand gently on top of Chaeeun's head and stroked her hair with what looked like genuine tenderness.
"...Good girl, Chaeeun. Leave a guy like that alone and let's go."
"Okay, oppa... Sorry."
"It's fine. But if you talk to him again, you're getting hit. Got it?"
"Y-yeah! I won't do anything like that...! Don't worry..."
Chaeeun quickly turned around, linked arms with Jungin, and walked off beside him.
Just before she disappeared from view, she glanced back at me one last time — but I couldn't read a single emotion in those eyes.
I stared after them with a hollow expression and thought to myself,
...No, you little idiot... What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time... Ah...
I let out a long, heavy sigh and trudged home.
Even after I arrived, the energy still hadn't come back to me.
I just couldn't stop worrying about Chaeeun.
That frustrating little fool. Even if she's young, how can someone have that little judgment when it comes to people... Ugh...
I was shaking my head and kicking off my shoes to go inside when—
"Ta-daaa~ Just like that, ehehe..."
Suddenly Yeji bounced out from beside the entryway in a ridiculously sexy outfit and called out.
"W-whoa...! Yeji...? Wh-what is this..."
"Ah, this? I ordered it online yesterday... Does it look good on me...? Hehe..."
Yeji's face turned bright red with embarrassment as she gave me a bashful little smile.
I swallowed hard and slowly ran my eyes over her entire body — standing there in garter-belt pantyhose with no bra on underneath.