Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

Back home in the Vane mansion, the bed was soft and the red comforter fluffy, everything a princess could need. The curtains were shut but it was still morning and light peeked through the edges, a thin line of it catching the top of the headboard.

Silas had finally removed his wet, bloody clothes and teleported them to the laundry. He laid on the bed, naked. The air conditioning cooled his skin while Victoria rested on top of him with the comforter half covering them.

His hand caressed her back, going up to her hair. She stirred but didn’t wake up, instead she snuggled closer to his warmth and he smiled softly.

Her long black hair was messy but it didn’t matter as his fingers brushed through it, untying the knots, enjoying the feel of it. So much had happened and it was only an hour ago. He watched her face, relaxed in her slumber. The crease between her brows was gone and the small mole on the left side of her lips stood out more, a little imperfection in his princess. It was cute.

A few minutes passed, his eyes didn’t leave her. His mind drifted to the scene from earlier. Why did she do it? The first one could’ve been an accident but the second was definitely intentional.

Silas wrapped his arms around her protectively, holding her body against him, feeling her soft breasts pressed to his chest and her heartbeat. One. Two. A steady rhythm.

Somewhere below, the mansion settled, a creak in the east wing he'd never bothered to fix yet it was the rhythm of home.

Was this just a freak accident? A one time event of her snapping or had he failed somewhere? Failed her.

His hand went to her cheeks and his thumb caressed them gently. Victoria was always clinging to him since birth: in the bathroom, in her crib, in the kitchen, wherever he was.

A bitter chuckle left him.

If he was being honest he loved her attention, loved her following him around. She was his princess. His to dote on. To teach. To play with.

“Papa...”

Her sleepy murmur cut through his thoughts and she rubbed her cheek against him. It was innocent even after the blood; he couldn’t see her as anything else. A daughter that needed him. But what did she need now?

Her eyes remained closed and she buried her face in his chest, mumbling in her sleep. There was something in her natural smell that made his heart swell.

“I love you papa,” she said as she fell back into a deeper sleep.

And he loved her.

Silas exhaled. Normal fathers would probably feel guilty for having their naked daughter on top of them, but to him, the skinship was normal. They’d also tell her she crossed a line by killing and to not do it again. Maybe that would be enough, a warning not to kill the next random person.

His fingers moved up her spine to her hair, twirling it in between his fingers.

No. He half-assed their training for too long. Letting them progress naturally like normal people while they had space magic. That wasn’t working and this was the consequence. His mother too.

It was time for more S-rank space mages in this world. Silas exhaled and his gaze drifted up briefly.

He had the constellations painted on that ceiling before the girls were born. So they would always have something to look up to. He had told Liz. She laughed and kissed him and said he was being sentimental.

He was.

Victoria opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness of the room. Her violet eyes looked into his own and she smiled.

“Good morning papa,” her voice was raspy from sleep.

Her smile was genuine, no sadness in her eyes from the morning’s events. That was good. The next second she realized she was naked on top of him and blushed.

“Good morning princess. How did you sleep?” He greeted her back.

His hands still on her back.

She shifted on his body and he felt her skin rub against him, their naked forms touching.

“Really good,” she answered shyly. Victoria usually didn’t feel shy in this kind of situation, she must still be a bit off after everything.

He sat up, her body on his lap. She let him do what he wanted and they were face to face.

“Why did you kill those people?” Silas asked. He could have sugar coated it but that was not his style and she preferred honesty.

Her smile faded a little.

“I got... angry. She said bad things about you papa,” Victoria answered.

That was not something he expected.

“But you’ve gotten mad at that before. You didn’t kill them then, why this time?”

A sigh left her and she looked to the side, thinking about the answer before her eyes focused back on him. She grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers.

“Evelyn took your attention away from me.” A frown appeared on her face as she continued, “I didn’t like that.”

There was the possessiveness he was used to, and now he got her reasoning too. It made sense. She was used to his full attention and that attention shifted to a stranger in front of her.

“Are you okay princess? Do you need anything” Silas asked softly.

Her smile was answer enough.

“Can I have a kiss?” she whispered. Victoria was like a cat, she demanded things in a soft tone with her eyes wide, knowing he couldn’t say no to her.

And she was right.

He leaned in and their lips met, her soft lips on his, warm and inviting. The kiss was gentle at first but her tongue quickly found its way into his mouth, seeking his own. It caught him by surprise.

Then she pulled back, a blush on her cheeks.

“I’ve been waiting for that kiss for years now papa,” Victoria confessed as she rested her forehead against his. “Can I have another one?” she asked.

He could feel her breath on his skin, her hands holding his. His little princess asking for another kiss.

“You do know I am your father, right?” he tried one last time to make her understand what they were doing.

She giggled.

“Yes I know the meaning of the word, papa, I learned it before I learned to walk,” Victoria spoke in a matter of fact voice. “You are my papa so who else would I kiss like this?” Her logic was strange and unique to her.

The things she said never ceased to amuse him, even in a serious conversation like this one. She had always been straightforward with her affections, ever since she was a baby.

So his hands went up to her neck, bringing her face closer for another kiss. Their lips locked and her hands roamed his body, touching the hard planes of his chest. The kiss was hungry as she moaned into his mouth, wanting more of him.

She didn’t know the meaning of subtle. It was sloppy and wet, her teeth sometimes clashing with his own before she apologized. She was just happy to be doing this with him. His hands traveled her body and he felt her soft, perky breasts. His princess, his to touch. Their tongues danced and her hands went to his hair, pulling him closer.

“Ow! Vic, my hair,” he broke the kiss. A sharp pain where her hand was.

The princess giggled and released the strands of his hair, only to cup his cheeks instead and look at his eyes.

“Sorry papa.” She wasn’t sorry, he could see the mischievous glint in her eyes. There was no shame in them as she sat on his lap, her womanhood close to his erection.

So close yet he didn’t touch her there.

“Are you sure this is what you want princess?” He needed to hear her say it.

Victoria bit her bottom lip and then she nodded, the smile still on her lips.

“Yes, I’m sure. I love you,” her voice was steady and her violet eyes never wavered.

There was a tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife.

However, the light at the curtain edge had shifted, illuminating the nightstand to his right where his phone buzzed. Elizabeth. She was calling him.

Victoria glanced at the phone with a pout and let go of his cheeks, laying back down on the bed while Silas grabbed it, sitting up and answering it.

“Hey Liz,” he greeted his wife, his hand going to rub his pouting princess’ stomach. He heard the sounds of the hotel through the phone and the sound of Evelyn talking in the background.

“The judge is on her way to Ibiza, she’ll be here in twenty minutes,” Her voice was soft but the news was serious. “You know what to do.”

He did. His fingers traced a circle on Victoria’s stomach and she looked up at him, tilting her head, her smile gone.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” he replied and hung up.

Victoria sat back up, her boobs bouncing slightly with the movement. She knew that expression of his: it was time for business. She’d play the part of princess for the judge too.

“I’ll go to mom and the others,” she said as she stood up from the bed, completely unbothered by her nakedness.

With a small smile she twirled around once and looked back at him. His finger snapped once and her clothes appeared on her. She looked like herself again, the perfect Vane daughter.

The smile on her face widened and she blew him a kiss. His heart warmed up but he needed to focus. Morning was over; the thin line of light on the headboard was gone.

Then with another snap of his fingers, they disappeared from his room and back into the world. No longer Papa and Princess. Back to Silas Vane and Victoria Vane.