Father-Daughter Incest Roleplay (2)
It was around one in the morning.
After roughly seven rounds of anal sex spanning five hours since eight that night, Yeji and I lay sprawled exhausted across the bed, murmuring quietly to each other.
I hesitated a moment, then finally rolled over and began casually kneading her G-cup breasts as I spoke.
“...I’m really sorry I went to the club without telling you, Yeji.”
“It’s fine. You finally came clean, so I’ll let it slide. More importantly—what on earth happened with Chaeeun?”
Fortunately Yeji seemed to accept my explanation that I’d been half-dragged there against my will, and she forgave me readily for slipping off to the club without a word. If anything, she sounded more worried about Chaeeun’s safety than about the fact that I’d gone at all.
“...Why would Chaeeun ever get involved with a guy like that…”
I let out a long sigh and scratched my head.
“Ugh… I don’t know. I’m sick of looking after her every single day. I’m not her parent or anything…”
I sat up naked, raked my messy hair into some kind of order, and added,
“...People only ever come to their senses after they’ve been burned good and hard. Nobody listens just because you tell them.”
That came straight from experience. I’d done the same stupid shit at her age.
“But… even getting burned has its limits. If it goes too far, there might be no coming back.”
Yeji crossed her arms over her chest and muttered in a gloomy voice. I stole glances at her bare breasts, which swayed softly every time she shifted, and answered,
“So what am I supposed to do? She’s dead certain he’s a good guy. She won’t listen even if I tell her.”
“Yeah, I know… I just felt sorry for her. It’s obvious something awful is going to happen…”
Out of habit Yeji pinched and twirled a few pubic hairs between her fingertips while she spoke. Watching that was oddly entertaining, so I stared openly until she finally noticed and snapped at me.
“Ugh, where do you think you’re looking?! Geez…”
She smacked me on the back, then staggered to her feet and shuffled toward the bathroom.
“...I’m going to change my pad. While I’m gone, think about how you’re going to help Chaeeun.”
“Eh… is thinking even going to produce an answer?”
While I was still muttering, Yeji slammed the door and disappeared into the bathroom. I idly flicked my limp cock a couple of times and sank into thought.
...Haa, that idiot… I’m not normally this soft-hearted.
But something about her just gets under my skin more than anyone else… Why is that…
Of course the answer was obvious. Chaeeun was basically the same person I’d been in the past—only the gender was different. She might even be repeating the exact same pain I’d gone through.
...But even I never hung around with lowlife thugs like that…! Seriously…
That was just the difference between men and women, I supposed. Even identical people end up living completely different lives. As much as it pained me, there wasn’t much I could actually do to help. That Jungin guy was already wary of me, so he’d block any contact, and even if I somehow got the chance to talk, Chaeeun herself wouldn’t believe a word I said. All I could do was hope she woke up on her own—soon.
I was staring blankly out the window, lost in that hollow feeling, when Yeji came back out of the bathroom wearing panties with a fresh pad and asked,
“...So, did you think of anything?”
“...No. Honestly, nothing useful is coming to mind…”
Yeji crossed her arms, shot me a sulky look, then strode over and grabbed her phone.
“...What are you doing?”
When I asked, puzzled, she fixed me with a determined expression.
“She might ignore your calls, but she’ll pick up mine. I’ll contact her myself.”
“Wha—w-wait a second…! Just hold on!”
I scrambled over and seized her phone before she could send anything. Yeji’s eyes went wide; her voice trembled with surprise.
“W-why? What’s wrong all of a sudden?”
Relieved to see she hadn’t typed anything yet, I let out a breath and muttered,
“Look… I know this is selfish, but I really don’t want you getting mixed up in this…
If you message Chaeeun right now, that boyfriend of hers is definitely going to see it. He’s going to ask who you are.
The guy pretending to be her boyfriend is genuinely bad news. There’s nothing good that can come from getting involved with him.
I understand how you feel, but I don’t want him knowing a single thing about you. Please. Okay?”
A shadow crossed Yeji’s face. She stared at me in silence for a long moment, then finally sighed, shook her head, and lowered the phone.
“...Fine. If you’re going to say it like that, I’ll listen.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with just leaving things as they are. We have to find some way…!”
“I know. I’ll figure something out somehow…”
Truthfully I had no idea what to do and felt bleak about it, but I lied to put her mind at ease. Yeji kept glancing at me, then pursed her lips and murmured,
“...Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay? If you go and put yourself in danger, I will never forgive you.”
“Haha, I won’t. Promise.”
“...Really promise?”
She stuck out her pinky with a pouty look. I couldn’t help smiling at how cute she was.
“Yes, promise!”
But she didn’t let go of my pinky; she just kept staring at it. I flinched and asked carefully,
“Uh… h-hey… why are you still holding…”
A sly little smile curved her lips. She sidled closer and whispered right into my ear,
“Tomorrow the bleeding’s going to be heavy so we won’t be able to, so just one last time…”
“Ah… ahaha… s-sure, why not…”
Of course she hadn’t actually been asking permission; her hand was already stroking my cock. And of course it wasn’t just once—after wringing me dry another five times or so, Yeji finally looked satisfied and drifted off into deep, snoring sleep.
Two days later.
I was on my way to campus after eating the breakfast Yeji had made for me, heading to class as usual, when my phone suddenly started ringing. I frowned and fished the buzzing thing out of my pocket.
“What the hell, who’s calling out of nowhere like this…”
The instant the thought formed, only one person who would call this abruptly popped into my head. I yanked the phone out and answered in a rush.
“Hello? Chaeeun! Are you okay?”
Honestly, up until that moment my feelings toward Chaeeun hadn’t been especially warm. I’d risked getting tangled up with that psycho thug just to save her, and she hadn’t even listened. Part of me had already given up—It’s your life, do whatever you want, I’m done interfering. But the second the call came through, my voice went urgent all by itself. Apparently I hadn’t completely written her off after all.
Chaeeun hemmed and hawed on the other end for a long time before finally answering in a tiny voice.
“H-hello… Oppa…?”
Normally she would have chirped in that high-pitched cute tone of hers, “Oppa~ what are you doing?” Now her voice was so drained it sucked the energy right out of anyone listening. I pressed a hand to my forehead and sighed heavily.
“...Hey, where are you right now? I don’t know how you managed to call, but if you’ve finally come to your senses, get away from that guy. Right now!”
“No… that’s not why I called…”
“What? Then what the hell is it?”
Anger flared so hot I raised my voice without meaning to. Chaeeun only sounded more dejected as she mumbled,
“I… I told Jungin Oppa I had to do a project with you… and he said it was okay to meet, so I called…”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding me… Since when do you need his permission just to contact me? This is ridiculous…”
I shook my head; I never imagined the girl could change a full hundred-and-eighty degrees in just a few days. Chaeeun finished in a voice so faint it was barely audible, then hung up.
“W-whatever, meet me in thirty minutes at that karaoke place we went to the first time. Got it?”
And with that she cut the call unilaterally. I stared at the blank screen in disbelief for a long moment, then finally shook my head and turned around.
“Ah, shit, I’ve got class… If I fail to graduate because of this, you’re dead…”
I grumbled the whole way, but my feet still hurried toward the meeting place.