Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel was completely stumped.

His mind raced through every disastrous possibility of Angela finding them both naked in the bathroom. How would she react? Would she explode into pure violence — raining slaps and kicks on him in rage? Or would she go ice-cold, walk away without a word, and send divorce papers the next morning? The thoughts spiraled wildly out of control. This was the first time since transmigrating that real tension had gripped him like this.

"What should we do now, Daddy?!"

Anna’s panicked, fearful little whisper hit him like a slap of cold lemon after a night of heavy drinking, snapping his brain back into sharp, brutal focus.

Then a colder, clearer thought settled over him like ice.

Why am I feeling afraid?

A calm, icy clarity washed through his chest. Every last trace of lust vanished from his eyes within seconds, replaced by something hard, cold, and absolute.

Yes.

Why should he be afraid?

Why should he explain a single thing?

Angela was the one who had wrapped her lips around another man’s cock.

She was the one who had betrayed him first.

His gaze drifted back to his daughter’s naked body. She was still leaning against the wall, chest heaving, her pert, young, heavy breasts hanging firm and soft. The stiff pink nipples trembled slightly in the cool air, as if begging to be pinched and bitten. The sight stirred something dark and possessive in him again.

In one smooth, decisive motion he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her tightly against his wet, naked body. One hand locked around her back while the other immediately claimed one of her soft, overflowing melons, mauling it roughly, squeezing and deforming the plush flesh between his fingers like dirty dough. At the same time he crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce, hungry, claiming kiss. Anna’s eyes went wide; the startled yelp never left her throat as she was pulled into his embrace, her face pressed against the hard planes of his broad, muscular chest.

"Thud—! Thud—! Hubby!! Open the door right now!! I want to see that you’re okay, please!!"

Hearing her mother’s frantic voice, Anna panicked and tried to pull away from the fierce kiss. Daniel only bit down on her soft lower lip and tugged hard, stretching the tender flesh between his teeth and forcing a muffled moan out of her as he yanked her right back against him with a solid, wet thud.

He finally pulled back, looking straight into her trembling, panicked eyes. Hot, heavy puffs of breath left his lips and washed over her nose and open mouth.

"You look so fucking hot right now... I couldn’t control myself."

He pointed toward the narrow corner of the wall beside the door — the only blind spot when it opened.

"Hide there."

Then he leaned in, lips almost brushing the shell of her ear, and whispered in a soft, breathy, dominant voice—

"Your daddy will handle everything."

With that, Daniel stepped away from her. He grabbed the hand shower and blasted cold water over his body in long, deliberate strokes — from his hair down his face, across his chest, over the hard ridges of his abs, down his pelvis, and along his thick, still-hard cock and legs — washing away as much of Anna’s scent and juices as he could.

Anna stood frozen, completely mesmerized by the display. Water droplets dragged themselves slowly, sensually over his broad, lean chest. Her mouth watered. Her empty, virgin cunt suddenly clenched and ached. The water slid down the sharp contours of his abs, pooled briefly in his navel, then continued lower in shiny rivulets. She leaned back against the wall, biting her lip so hard it almost bled. When had her daddy become this manly... this muscular... this young and dangerous?

She wanted to pounce on him right then — to lick every droplet from his chest, drag her little tongue over the deep lines of his abs, and then sink to her knees and suck his thick cock like a filthy little whore while he groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair.

The fantasy shattered when Daniel suddenly threw the hand shower aside with a clatter and turned toward the door. Anna snapped out of it and quickly hid herself exactly where he had told her, heart hammering.

Daniel reached the door and pulled it open in one smooth motion.

Angela stood there, face a perfect mask of panicked worry. Her hand was still raised to knock again, frozen mid-air as she took in the full sight of her husband — completely naked, dripping wet from head to toe. Long black strands of hair stuck to his forehead like liquid silk. His eyes were cold, dominating, and completely unreadable. His chest gleamed under the bathroom light.

And between his legs, his thick, veined cock was still fully erect, wet, glistening, and throbbing with obvious, heavy need.

She had intended to rush inside the moment the door opened, but the raw, masculine sight rooted her in place. Her cheeks burned a deep, helpless crimson. Still, concern won out; she lifted one foot to step inside and check him properly—

—but Daniel moved first.

In one powerful, decisive stride he burst out of the bathroom, crouched low, and hauled her up over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. One strong arm locked tightly around her back while the other clamped under her knees, folding her in half.

Angela’s eyes flew wide.

"Ahh—!"

The world tilted violently. Suddenly her ass was raised high in the air and her heavy, soft breasts hung down like ripe, overflowing melons against his back, bouncing with every step.

"Hubby—! What are you doing?!"

"Proving to someone that I’m still healthy enough to fuck the life out of her cunt."

The cold, dominating tone made her entire body shudder.

"But~ Hubby—! I was just checking on you! You’ve been working so hard since last night!" she whimpered, trying to wriggle free. Her bountiful, jiggling ass bounced right in front of his face with every movement, forcing him to give the same fat cheeks he had destroyed the previous night a lingering, hungry side-eye.

"I’m going to prove to you that I’m still capable of working hard... and long."

He released her knees just long enough to deliver a hard, open-palmed smack across her completely exposed buttocks. The soft, plush flesh jiggled and rippled violently under the impact, a bright red handprint already blooming.

"AHHH—!"

"Hubby~ I’m still sensitive!"

PAHH—!

"AHHH—!"

PAHH—!

"AHH—! HUBBY—! SENSITIVE—!"

PAHHHH—!

"SO WHAT?!"

Daniel strode down the hallway toward their bedroom with long, powerful steps, never stopping the ruthless spanking. Angela was still wearing the same thin, soft, extremely short nightie he had thrown aside earlier.

Being carried upside-down had made the flimsy fabric slide all the way up her back, leaving her bottom completely bare and defenseless. Every slap was pure, wet skin-on-skin. The sharp, filthy sounds of his palm cracking against her ass echoed through the corridor as bright red handprints multiplied across both jiggling cheeks.

Then, without warning or mercy, Daniel thrust two thick fingers straight into her still-sore, cum-filled cunt.

"AHHH—! Hubby—! No~!"

Her scream fell on completely deaf ears. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of her with steady, filthy, possessive force. The wet, obscene squelching of their mixed juices from the previous night and morning — thick cream and cum being forced out around his fingers — echoed lewdly down the hallway as he carried his wife away from the bathroom... and away from the daughter still hiding inside it, heart pounding and cunt still dripping.