Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel was smiling from ear to ear as he drove, casually tucking his still-sensitive, spit-shiny cock back into his pants. That sweet, throat-clenching release had left him floating in a warm, satisfied haze. His daughter’s mouth had been so soft, so wet, so greedily eager... the way her tongue had worked the underside of his shaft, the way her throat had convulsed when he forced her all the way down, the way she had swallowed every thick rope he poured into her...

He replayed how it started.

It had been him who began the teasing — resting one large, warm palm on her bare thigh and stroking slowly, sensually upward, fingers tracing lazy circles on her smooth skin. By the time Anna properly noticed, his fingers were already pressing firmly against the damp black fabric wedged between her legs, rubbing the soft outline of her pussy lips through her panties. She had been busy on her phone, chatting with a friend about something "important." But her daddy simply couldn’t keep his hands still. Those young, smooth, bare thighs were too inviting, too close, too easy to touch. After several minutes of relentless, filthy teasing she finally snapped — half angry, half dripping — threw her phone into her handbag, and pounced on him like a needy little kitten in heat. She unbuckled his pants with trembling, eager fingers and sucked him off right there on the roadways like a filthy little whore who couldn’t wait another second.

Now she sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed tightly under her heavy breasts, still tasting him on her tongue.

"Humph—!"

She turned her face away, staring stubbornly out the window, thighs pressed together.

Daniel shook his head with an amused, dark little smile. She was still so young, so easy to read. As her daddy, it was his job to understand these little storms. He decided to offer her a gift — something that would make her melt all over again.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked, voice low and warm, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Humph—!"

"Hmm~ How about a gift from me? Will you talk to me then?"

Anna turned her head just a fraction, watching him from the corner of her eye, but still refused to speak. The tip of her tongue unconsciously swiped across her lower lip, chasing the faint taste of his cum.

Silence stretched for a long ten seconds before Daniel continued, voice slow and deliberate, dragging each word like a caress.

"Today, I’ll buy whatever you want. Anything. Any price is acceptable."

Anna’s eyes widened. She spun toward him instantly, heavy breasts shifting under her tight white top.

"Anything?!"

"Yes."

"Anything means anything?? Clothes, bags, shoes—!" Her breathing quickened as she started listing things, voice rising with growing excitement, cheeks still faintly flushed from the blowjob.

"Anything, my dear. Anything at all. Today I’ll buy whatever you want."

Her cum-coated lips parted in pure delight.

She lunged across the seat to hug him, arms circling his neck, trying to pull him close. The seatbelt and the center console stopped her from pressing her young, soft breasts fully against his chest, but the intent was clear — she wanted to glue herself to him.

***

Later, inside the lowest floor of The Nucleus Mall — the most expensive luxury mall in the city — Anna stood texting her friend when a light tap on her shoulder pulled her out of her phone.

Startled, she turned around and found her daddy looking down at her with a raised brow, his presence suddenly making the air feel warmer.

She mirrored the expression, silently asking What?

Daniel sighed, eyes briefly dropping to the way her tight top clung to her chest.

"I’ve been calling you from over there, but you didn’t hear me. Who are you texting so intensely that you forget your own daddy is standing right here?"

He had gone to park the car while she went ahead inside.

"Sorry, Daddy!" Anna instantly switched into sweet-daughter mode. She tossed her phone into her handbag and latched onto his arm, cuddling against him like a little girlfriend who had every right to touch him. Her soft breast pressed warmly against his bicep with every step as they walked toward the escalator. They could have taken the elevator, but Anna was claustrophobic and hated closed spaces.

"Where to?" Daniel asked, deliberately flexing his arm just enough to feel her breast shift against him.

"Third floor. Earth’s Grace."

"Hmm, that famous brand that just released the ’Temptress Rose’ collection?" The knowledge was already in his head — two of the models for that campaign had been selected from his own agency, both of them the type who knew how to make expensive fabric look like sin.

"Wow, Daddy. You even know about these things. Most guys don’t even realize this brand only makes clothes for women!" Anna beamed up at him. Her smile was bright, intoxicating, the kind that made a man want to ruin her just to see what other expressions she could make. Daniel felt a quiet, possessive urge to preserve that exact smile for the rest of his life — and to be the only reason it appeared.

"You know... you look really cute when you smile."

The compliment slipped out naturally, spoken in the warm tone of a proud father. He hadn’t intended it as open flirting. His expression remained gentle and paternal on the surface.

But to Anna, the words hit like a direct stroke between her legs.

She blushed furiously. Her mouth snapped shut. She stared down at the moving steps of the escalator, ears and neck turning a deep, burning crimson. Her thighs pressed together harder.

Daniel had never praised her appearance before. The previous version of him had always stayed carefully within safe, fatherly limits. He worked, provided, and looked at her with nothing more than parental affection. That alone had been enough to make her days brighter and her nights wetter.

This new Daniel was different. He spoke casually about fucking other women, marked his wife in front of her, came down her throat in the car, and now tossed out compliments as if they cost nothing. But to Anna — who had secretly loved him and touched herself to the thought of him for years — even a single sincere praise felt like he had reached inside her panties and stroked her directly.

They stepped off the escalator and walked into Earth’s Grace.

The glass doors slid open with a soft chime. A line of sexy female attendants stood ready to welcome customers, each wearing a tight white blouse that strained across their chests and a skirt so short that a simple bend would flash the underside of their ass and the thin fabric covering their cunts.

The moment Daniel entered with his daughter still clinging to his arm, the attendants instinctively straightened, backs arching slightly, sensing the quiet tycoon aura around him. Their eyes quickly scanned his expensive casual outfit... and then flicked, just for a second, to the young blonde pressed against his side.