Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Arriving outside his bedroom door, Daniel paused. Something in the air felt wrong. The moment his fingers closed around the cold metal knob, his nose twitched sharply. A heavy, vile scent drifted from the hallway — thick, musky, and disgusting. It was the scent of raw lust mixed with betrayal.

Ever since he converted the thirty years of lifespan into Life Essence, every one of his senses had been sharpened. He could now catch faint traces of emotion through smell, sound, and even the way light hit someone’s skin. It wasn’t true mind-reading, but it was enough. Right now his muscles felt swollen with power, energy humming under his skin like liquid fire. The thick cock between his legs was already fully hard, heavy and aching, eager to drag more lifespan out of a hot, clenching cunt.

That filthy scent belonged to only one person.

His bastard son.

Well, well, well... My dear son. You came all this way in the middle of the night. Don’t run off so quickly. Daddy has a special show prepared just for your ears. You won’t get to look at the pussy that belongs to me... but you’ll hear every wet slap, every moan, and every time it cums around my cock.

Daniel pressed his fingerprint to the sensor. The lock clicked open. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a solid, deliberate thud. Then he pulled out his phone, disabled the soundproofing system completely, and let a dark, satisfied grin spread across his face.

Outside in the hallway, Sora slowly crept out from behind the decorative table, heart still slamming against his ribs.

Hahh... That was Father. Why the fuck is he back already? He always stays out late when he leaves for work. Shit... Today is the seventh day — the last day. If I can’t make her hear my voice tonight, everything I’ve set up this entire week is wasted. I can’t fail. Not now. Not when I’m this close.

He forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm the nervous excitement that made his cock throb in his pants. The fear was still there, but underneath it was a new, addictive thrill he had never felt in his boring life. He couldn’t lose it.

Steeling his resolve, Sora walked toward the bedroom door on quiet feet. His hand was already trembling when he raised it to knock — then the sounds hit him like a slap.

SMACK~

SMACK~

Two heavy, wet impacts against soft flesh echoed clearly through the door. The sound was so sharp and intimate that Sora’s eyes flew wide open. He froze in place, cock twitching hard as he listened.

Inside the bedroom.

Daniel walked to the switchboard and flipped the lights on. Warm yellow light filled the room.

Angela lay sleeping on her stomach, breathing slowly and evenly. Her thin, almost transparent nightie had ridden all the way up to her waist while she slept, leaving her thick, heavy ass completely bare. Only a tiny red thong remained, the thin string buried deep between her plump cheeks and disappearing into her crotch. Her creamy, full breasts were crushed against the mattress under her own weight, spilling out the sides of the low neckline.

Daniel’s first emotion was not lust.

It was pure, burning rage.

Look at this fucking bitch... sleeping with the door unlocked and her fat ass pushed up in the air like she’s begging to get mounted. Was she really waiting for that bastard to sneak in and breed her?

The rage made his cock throb even harder. He climbed onto the bed, moving on his knees until he was straddling her wide hips.

His knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her thick thighs, pinning her in place. He yanked the towel away from his waist and tossed it aside. His thick, heavily veined cock sprang free — long, hard, and already leaking clear precum from the swollen head as it rested against the soft curve of her ass.

Daniel raised both hands. He poured every drop of Touch of Lust into his palms until they almost burned with power, then brought them down with full force.

PLAPPP~!

PLAPPP~!

The impacts were brutal and wet. His open palms smashed into her fat ass cheeks hard enough to make the soft flesh ripple and bounce violently. Bright red handprints bloomed instantly across the pale skin.

Angela jolted awake with a sharp, startled cry.

"Ahh—!"

Her groggy eyes flew open. She twisted her upper body and froze when she saw her husband kneeling over her. His thick cock was resting heavily against her still-stinging ass, the hot length twitching every time her cheeks jiggled from the aftershocks of the smacks.

"Darling... you’re back," she said, voice still thick and soft with sleep. "But... what are you doing?"

Daniel looked down at her face. Even half-asleep she was dangerously sexy. That naturally slutty, slightly husky voice made his cock pulse hard against her warm skin, smearing a thin trail of precum across one red cheek.

"I told you earlier, Babe," he said, his voice low, rough, and full of dark hunger. "Tonight I’m taking you all the way to heaven."

Her eyes widened in genuine panic. "But we already... we did it earlier today..." Her body trembled under him. She could still feel the deep, lingering ache from how roughly he had fucked her before. Her empty pussy gave an involuntary, needy clench, and a thin, clear string of moisture slid out of her and soaked into the tiny red thong.

"That was nothing more than a warm-up."

Daniel’s voice was heavier now, almost a growl.

Angela shuddered hard. She could hear the difference in his tone — colder, more dominant, more dangerous than the gentle husband she was used to.

"Can’t we... do it tomorrow instead?" she pleaded softly, trying to use the coaxing voice that had always worked before. "I’m really tired tonight, darling... please..." In the past he had always been understanding. He had never forced her. She had always been the one who initiated.

But the man looking down at her now felt like a stranger.

Daniel’s eyes turned completely cold.

"You don’t want it?"

She hesitated under that stare, then whispered, "It’s not that I don’t want to... I’m just too sore and tired..."

She started to turn back onto her stomach, hoping he would let her sleep. Before her forehead could touch the sheet, Daniel’s full weight suddenly dropped onto her back. His bare, still-damp chest pressed hard against her thin nightie, pinning her completely to the mattress. One strong hand tangled deep into her hair and yanked her head back with brutal force, forcing her neck into a deep, painful arch.

His hot breath spilled directly into her ear as he growled in a low, filthy voice:

"Tonight I’m taking you all the way to the moon... and no one — not you, not anyone — is going to stop me."

He yanked her hair even tighter and sank his teeth into the soft, warm skin of her neck, biting down hard while flooding her entire body with Touch of Lust. The sharp pain of the bite mixed instantly with a wave of overwhelming, forced pleasure that shot straight down to her cunt.

"Ahmmm~! Ahh—! Darling—!"

Angela’s eyes flew wide open. Her mouth fell open in a broken, throaty moan as her thick ass clenched hard around the heavy cock resting between her cheeks. Fresh wetness soaked through her tiny thong and smeared against his shaft.

Outside the door, Sora stood completely frozen, one hand already pressing against the hard bulge in his pants as he listened to every filthy, wet sound leaking out of the bedroom.