As Her Stepdad, I Sweetly Stole My Girlfriend's Daughter's Lips
Still… was there really any reason she had to be wearing absolutely nothing??????
He snuck a glance—!
The moment Geum Tae-yang registered Park A-young's naked state, his eyes flicked sideways. Her outer clothes were piled in the corner of her bed. He'd walked in with such solemn resolve that he hadn't noticed them beforehand.
Ah! Right—given A-young's mental state at the time, she probably hadn't even wanted to go into the bathroom to wash up.
Once he thought it through a little further, though, the situation made perfect sense. Completely shattered Park A-young had been covered in zombie blood and still hadn't thought to clean herself. But if she'd lain down still dressed, the bedsheets would have been ruined for certain. So, not wanting to make more work for her mom, she'd simply stripped everything off and lain down like that.
Still, though… Park A-young…
His gaze shifted back toward her.
Looks like my buildup worked perfectly, huh?
Because the way she looked under his eyes was anything but ordinary.
"W-What are you staring at like that… Never seen a naked woman before?"
She was scrambling with both hands, desperately trying to cover her breasts and her pussy.
This from the girl who was washing her tits and pussy so provocatively last time.
Covering herself was only natural, of course. But since it was Park A-young, Tae-yang found it absurd. Wasn't this the same girl who'd been flaunting her tits and pussy at him so blatantly just a little while ago? And now that she'd experienced the solemn side of Geum Tae-yang, she was playing the demure maiden.
I called myself her friend, but I really didn't know A-young at all.
On the other hand, watching this dramatic transformation, he could feel just how desperately, deep in her heart, Park A-young had been craving the warmth a father was supposed to provide. Even when she was snippy, he should have treated her more tenderly—more warmly. That was what Tae-yang found himself thinking.
"We're talking. Of course I have to look at you while we talk. Am I wrong, Park A-young?"
Having locked in his angle to fill that void of hers, Tae-yang countered with genuine gravity. He was trying to show her a reliable, father-like presence.
"That… is true…"
A-young conceded right away. She slightly averted her eyes from his gaze—his intention seemed to be landing perfectly.
I wonder if Tae-yang and A-young are talking okay…
Kim Min-jung sat on the master bedroom bed.
…
For a moment she stared silently at the floor.
How could you do that to A-young, Park Do-chul. Even if you aren't human—even beasts don't do that kind of thing.
Until a little while ago, her thoughts had been occupied with how to care for her daughter—what kind of empathy she needed to offer. But once Geum Tae-yang had lightened that burden for her, the rage and hatred toward Park Do-chul that she'd been holding down erupted.
You and I fought, and I even tried to divorce you—but that child always tried so hard to please you. How could you drive a knife into a kid like that? No—it wasn't just a knife. You tried to tear her personhood apart and sell her off.
I've been badly mistaken all this time. Calling you inhuman isn't enough. You were something I never should have associated with at all.
Kim Min-jung had always thought of Park Do-chul as a beast of a man. But when she'd given up on the divorce, she'd told herself: even beasts look after their own blood. So maybe, someday, Park Do-chul would recognize A-young's efforts. In the end, though, Kim Min-jung had overestimated him far too generously.
Our A-young's wound must be so deep… and the only person who can take that on is Tae-yang, but…
It was a wound left by a man worse than a beast, so deep she couldn't even begin to measure it. Geum Tae-yang was, without question, the miracle of a man who had healed Kim Min-jung's own wounds—but she still couldn't be certain this decision would lead to a good outcome.
"Fuck… fuck, Park Do-chul… that son of a bitch Park Do-chul…"
Geum Tae-yang, however, was a man with a far more skillful tongue than Kim Min-jung had imagined. That wicked tongue of his had finally drawn Park Do-chul curses out of A-young. It was like unblocking a sealed meridian.
"Now that sounds more like A-young. Yeah—at this point, cussing him out like that is the right call."
Tae-yang tossed her a carrot for pouring out the Park Do-chul abuse. Ever since puberty, A-young had gotten angry whenever Park Do-chul acted like trash. But it had always been mere sulking—cute little tantrums that didn't even match her foul temper. Her naturally soft heart couldn't help it; somewhere in the back of her mind had always lived the thought, How can I really curse out my own dad… And that vague restraint had become the foundation for the deep wound she'd suffered today. Sensing it, Tae-yang had worked his tongue with dazzling skill and dismantled that control mechanism entirely.
"That bastard tried to hand me over to Do Min-chul… He even sent the building tenants just to find a weak spot… Fucking piece of shit… son of a bitch Park Do-chul…"
She was trembling—trembling—trembling—!
Once it started pouring out, A-young's face filled with raw fury and the words inside her came spilling like a torrent of glossolalia. Storming straight outside with a hardened face to slaughter zombies had been her own form of expression. But human beings ultimately untangle their knots through someone else's empathy—through the process of receiving it. And for A-young herself to put that horrific reality into her own mouth had been a terrifying thing. Her lips quivered with spasms and her hands and feet shook so hard the trauma was plain to see.
"Those fucking bastards aren't even worth grinding up and drinking. I can't let this go, A-young. The ones who targeted you—I can't forgive them. I've got to catch them and thrash them, or plan a raid soon."
"Hey… stop it, Geum Tae-yang… Mom's already worried. You can't just go running off like that…"
But now A-young had a solid backer. Geum Tae-yang. This man was not only solemn but sturdy enough that even when she showed weakness, he could be a reliable windbreak for her. On top of that, his capacity for empathy was extraordinary—he got worked up and furious and lost over what she'd been through as if he were living it himself. Because he was with her, A-young could speak the story that had been locked inside, even with her lips trembling and her hands not knowing what to do with themselves.
Fucking piece of shit Park Do-chul, that worthless bastard…
Tae-yang hurled a vicious curse at Park Do-chul in his heart. He felt pity. Park A-young had such an arrogantly beautiful face, and with her hair dyed golden blonde that arrogance had no end. But it was nothing more than a camouflage screen hiding deep trauma. And so now, with her heart thoroughly wounded, she was leaning on Geum Tae-yang—a man who was, in a sense, still an outsider. Watching that, Tae-yang felt a far more volcanic rage deep inside than the curses he'd poured out for her benefit. It was murderous hostility.
To a kid that young and tender…
With every last hedgehog spine gone, Park A-young looked so fragile it hurt. Jo Yu-mi, seeing her again after so long, had thought her childhood face still showed strongly—A-young had such a baby face, still full of soft baby fat. Tae-yang had simply been stuck on the image of her built after puberty and had missed it. What that so-called father had done to a girl like her was, in Tae-yang's judgment, something that would make a demon weep.
He locked in—!
Fully empathizing with A-young now, Tae-yang spread his long arms wide. His broad chest opened to her. It meant come here. No—Tae-yang himself wanted to hold her.
"W-What are you doing… What is that pose supposed to mean… What do you want me to do…!"
Having worked so hard to wring out every Park Do-chul curse she had, A-young reacted with a face and tone suddenly laced with fluster.
"Come here and cry. Before I change my mind."
But the answer from Tae-yang, now fully locked into reliable-man mode, was direct.
"Cry…? Me? What… Why would I want to cry…"
She hemmed and hawed, slightly ducking her head.
"You don't want to?"
Tae-yang made as if he might drop his arms, tugging the reins.
"N-No… If you want it that badly, then I guess…"
Slowly—!
In the end, Park A-young settled into Geum Tae-yang's arms.
"Good. You did well coming here, Park A-young. Just like you said—I wanted to hold you."
Pat… pat… pat…
Tae-yang pulled her in tight, then gently patted her shoulders and back.
"W-What… I'm not… n-not a little kid… hngk…!"
Held in his arms and beginning to receive comfort, Park A-young—
"You bastard… our dad, that bastard… hngk! Hnngggk!! Hhhaaangggk! Waaaaaaaah!"
—finally burst into tears.
"Oh, our A-young…!"
He squeezed her tight—!
In a warm voice, his face full of aching pity, Tae-yang held Park A-young even deeper.
"Guaaaaah…! He hurt Mom's heart too…! Bastard…! I tried so hard to do my best for Mom's share too… But…! But he just turned his back on me like that… Son of a bitch…! Waaaaaaaaah…!"
She collapsed into his arms—!
Park A-young sank into Geum Tae-yang's embrace as if crumbling. His arms were broad and snug enough that she could safely fall apart. The tears came like a waterfall. Once the crying broke free beyond her control, even the words knotted in her chest poured out like speaking in tongues.
"I told him I'm not a boy… Wooooooong…! That I don't do bastard shit like him… Hnngggk…! Hheooooong…!"
Park Do-chul was a man with an extreme inferiority complex. Even his issues with Kim Min-jung ultimately came down to that. Little Park A-young, who looked so much like Kim Min-jung, only aggravated it further. Every time he saw A-young's pure, kind nature, his own garbage personality was provoked that much harder. Looking at A-young's face—a carbon copy of her mother's—brought back every situation where people recognized him not as Kim Min-jung's husband Park Do-chul, but as the husband of Kim Min-jung. Too ashamed to dump that on Kim Min-jung directly, he'd poured it onto little A-young, who might as well have been her double.
"Fucking bastard… son of a bitch… So I became like him for him, and then he cursed me out and threw me away… Waaaaaaaaah!! Wooooooong!!"
Even so, he had been her father. So she'd wanted to reach out first and try. Because her father hated her true self so much, she'd changed it for him. What came flying back was the blade of betrayal.
"Hwaaaahnnng…! Don't you do that to me, Geum Tae-yang…! You can't do that to me… If you turn your back on me too, I… Hhaaannng… I… haaannng…!"
She nuzzled—nuzzled—nuzzled—!
Abandoned child Park A-young. The only man left to lean on now was Geum Tae-yang. As if to drive that home, she rubbed her tear-streaked face hard against his chest.
"Yeah… I'm not going anywhere, A-young… So just relax…"
Stroke… stroke… stroke…
"Hwaaaahnnng… hnngggg…"
Tae-yang created a little distance and wiped A-young's tears. She felt a massive catharsis and, at the same time, a mortified little whimper slipped out of her.
Kiss… I want to kiss… I want to kiss Tae-yang so bad…
At the flower-like age of twenty-one, her emotions had spiked to the absolute max. Young lady Park A-young wanted to burst that bud open—and so, instinctively, she showed her cute little rabbit teeth. And who was her counterpart in this moment?
Slowly—!
Geum Tae-yang—the man who'd shaken sultry MILF Kim Min-jung to her core. The instant A-young hungered for a kiss, he seemed to read her heart completely. He brought his face close, and—
Smooooch…! ♥
—he stole the pretty twenty-one-year-old lips of Park A-young, daughter of his girlfriend Kim Min-jung.