Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Date... with Danial?" Angela asked, her voice full of pure, disbelieving shock.

Anna rolled her eyes at the exaggerated reaction.

"Did you forget? Daddy promised to buy me a new pair of clothes and shoes!" Her loud, clear voice boomed straight into Angela’s ears, sharp and final.

"Ahh~ Yeah...!" Angela’s voice stuttered as the memory of yesterday’s casual conversation finally returned. Daniel had promised that.

Her eyes shifted from her daughter’s determined, slightly flushed face to her husband’s. He looked just as startled as she felt.

Angela couldn’t help but let out a quiet, disappointed sigh.

She had thought that after the long, exhausting, steamy night and the rough morning fucking, she and Daniel would spend the entire day tangled together — cuddling, recovering, maybe even going for another slow round. So what if her cunt still ached deep inside and her ass still burned from the spanking? They could simply stay wrapped in each other’s arms like a proper loving couple.

Her husband had suddenly become so proactive, so constantly hungry for her body. She still didn’t know if the change was permanent, but she wanted to etch every filthy, tender second of these new memories deep into her heart — so that even if he one day returned to being the old workaholic Daniel, she could live off the heat of these moments.

Her heart gave a soft, unwilling, painful little thud against her ribs.

For the first time in her life, she felt a tiny, ugly spark of jealousy toward her own daughter.

It should have been her going on a small, loving (and hopefully filthy) date with her husband after such a thorough, memorable breeding.

Then a sudden idea struck her. Her eyes widened and she barked out hopefully—

"How about I join you guys?!"

"No!!"

Anna’s refusal cut through Angela’s desire like a sharp knife. The girl’s forehead scrunched up immediately at the suggestion, pure rejection written across her face. This could not be allowed.

Here she was, already imagining all kinds of fateful, intimate, memorable — and filthy — things happening between her and her daddy today. How could she possibly bring her mother along? Wouldn’t every single one of her secret, wet fantasies collapse instantly?

She could not take Angela with them.

Absolutely not.

"Hah? Why?" Angela asked at once, genuinely confused and a little hurt. What was the problem with her joining? Wouldn’t it just become a nice little family shopping trip? Why was her daughter refusing so violently?

"No! No!! I’m going alone with Daddy! Today is our special date!!" Anna yelled, conviction and possessive resolve burning so strongly that it actually stung Angela’s heart.

"Ahh—?" Angela couldn’t understand the reason behind the sudden fierce outburst. She had only asked if she could come along. Why such violent rejection? Did her daughter suddenly not like her anymore?

Immediately her pearly eyes turned watery. Fat tears gathered at the corners and threatened to spill down in messy trails.

Daniel looked between the two of them — the teary mother and the cornered, determined daughter.

Anna was acting like a jealous little kitten instead of a mature young woman. All she needed was one good enough excuse and Angela would back down. With how dense and emotionally soft his wife could be, he doubted she would dig any deeper. And he himself had just been handed the perfect, heaven-sent excuse to take Anna out and complete the system’s quest.

He could not let Angela come with them. How else were the shameless father and daughter supposed to drown in pure debauchery later tonight? He had already decided — before the sun set he would finally taste Anna’s forbidden, virgin fruit.

Just the thought of splitting her open and claiming her first blood made his cock give a heavy, hungry twitch inside his pants. Anna was still squirming lightly against his side; every small movement made her soft, marshmallow-like breasts brush and press against his arm through the thin white top.

They felt hot, heavy, and perfectly squeezeable even through the fabric.

He glanced at Anna’s expression. She looked so cute defending their little "date."

But to any normal person’s eyes she would simply look like a slutty, cock-hungry daughter eager to get bent over and ruined by her own daddy — her young pussy already aching for the thick, forbidden cock that belonged to the man who owned her creator, Angela.

Daniel knew Anna would not back down.

At the same time, he refused to let the wife whose womb was still painted sticky-white with his cum start crying. His new, dark possessiveness would not allow her to feel rejected — not after the way he had used her all night and morning.

So he acted.

In one smooth, dominant motion he slid his arm tightly around Angela’s plump, still-sensitive waist and yanked her hard against his side. Then he attacked her pouty, slightly open lips without any warning or gentleness.

Angela had been in the middle of bickering with her daughter about being a good mother. Her mouth was already parted. Daniel’s lips smashed against hers, sealing them completely. His thick tongue pushed inside at once, licking and lapping aggressively against her own smaller tongue, exchanging thick saliva and leftover heat from earlier in loud, wet strokes.

Angela froze in pure shock.

Her husband was kissing her — fiercely, possessively, almost angrily — right in front of their daughter. This was no soft marital peck. It was a dirty, open-mouthed, filthy kiss full of loud smooches, schlicks, and wet slurps. Daniel drank from her mouth like a man dying of thirst. Thick strands of saliva stretched between their lips every time he pulled back even a fraction, then dripped down her chin onto the upper curve of her breast.

Angela squirmed and whimpered in his arms, trying to pull away. She could feel Anna’s wide, stunned eyes locked on them from only a foot away, cheeks flushed deep crimson with a mixture of shock and something hotter.

Daniel only squeezed her plump waist harder, forcing a muffled, slutty moan straight into his mouth, then slid his other hand inside the loose front of her still-damp bathrobe without hesitation. His large palm closed around one heavy, soft breast and squeezed roughly, deforming the plush flesh.

Angela shuddered violently against him.

Her own daughter was sitting right there, watching them like two animals that had completely lost control. Heat exploded across her freshly washed skin, evaporating the last traces of bath dampness into a white-hot flush that spread down her neck and chest.

Daniel found her still-sensitive nipple with thumb and index finger and pinched it tightly — the same merciless way one squeezes a lemon to force every drop of juice out. Angela’s back arched hard. A broken sound vibrated against his tongue. He could feel her skin rapidly changing from cool to burning hot under his hands. Her clean, soapy, post-bath scent mixed with the lingering smell of sex and his cum was intoxicating. He wanted to throw her down right there on the sofa, rip the bathrobe open, and lick every inch of her newly rinsed skin and curves — carving the shape of his wife’s body into his mind all over again while their daughter watched.

But he remembered.

Today belonged to his daughter.

He forced himself to pull back with a wet pop. Both of them were breathing heavily, lips swollen and shiny, hot breath washing over each other’s open mouths. Angela’s eyes were hazy, unfocused, and completely clouded with fresh, unwilling lust. She couldn’t look away from his dark, dominant gaze. He looked so sexy, so powerful, so fucking dangerous that she wanted to devour him whole.

For a split second a filthy, vivid vision flashed through her mind: yanking him down onto the sofa, climbing onto his lap in front of Anna, and riding his thick cock like a desperate, cock-drunk little bitch while her own daughter watched every bounce and wet slap. The longer she stared into those cold eyes, the more her needy, still-sore pussy twitched and leaked fresh cream into her panties. She wanted to chain him to her cunt. She wanted to glue his dick inside her forever and never let it leave.

Daniel’s voice came out calm, smooth, and completely in control as he kept one heavy arm around Angela’s waist and looked toward the still-staring Anna.

"Anna just wants a casual outing with her busy Daddy. That’s all."

His thumb slowly stroked the soft side of Angela’s breast through the bathrobe, a silent, filthy promise that he wasn’t done with her — just postponing her for later.