Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

The moment Daniel and Anna stepped through the glass doors of Earth’s Grace, the atmosphere shifted.

The store felt like a private temple dedicated to expensive desire. Soft golden light spilled from crystal fixtures, reflecting off polished black marble floors so glossy they mirrored every movement. Tall frameless mirrors lined the cream walls. The air carried a subtle, costly scent of roses and clean silk.

Racks of clothing stood in elegant, open arrangements. Near the center, several mannequins displayed the new collection — deep crimsons, blacks, and sheer fabrics that clung and revealed far more than they hid.

The attendants moved at once.

Six of them approached with graceful, practiced smiles. All wore the same uniform— crisp white blouses tailored tightly across the chest and black micro-skirts that barely reached mid-thigh. The tallest one, a sleek black-haired woman, stepped forward.

"Welcome to Earth’s Grace. My name is Elise. Are you looking for something in particular today?"

Daniel gave a calm nod. "The new collection. Temptress Rose."

Anna’s body stiffened beside him.

Temptress Rose.

That was not the set she had come here for.

She had originally wanted a modest, elegant matching set she had seen once with her friends from outside the glassy walls— something pretty but still respectable, something that wouldn’t require selling a land deed to afford. The Temptress Rose line was on a completely different level. It was the kind of collection designed for women who wanted to be stared at, desired, and undressed with the eyes before anyone even touched them.

Heat rushed to her face.

Elise’s smile deepened with professional pleasure. "Of course. You’ve come at the perfect time. Please, follow me."

Daniel rested his hand lightly on Anna’s lower back and guided her forward. Even though her cheeks were already burning, curiosity sparked inside her chest. If her daddy was interested... she wanted to see it too.

Elise led them into a more intimate section of the store where the lighting was softer and more deliberate. She stopped in front of the first display and carefully removed a dress.

"This is the first piece of the Temptress Rose collection — the Crimson Veil."

She held it up.

The dress was a deep, liquid red. The neckline plunged so low it would reach nearly to the navel. The straps were thin. A dangerous slit ran up one side, high enough that every step would expose the entire length of the wearer’s leg. The back was almost completely open, held only by two delicate crossing chains.

Anna’s eyes widened. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink. She could already imagine how much skin it would show... how little it would leave to the imagination. She pressed her lips together and looked away for a second, embarrassed just from looking at it.

Elise moved to the next piece without rushing.

"And this," she said, lifting a second garment, "is the Rose Petal robe."

The outer layer was sheer black chiffon.

Beneath it was a removable lining that could be untied and taken away completely. When Elise demonstrated, the fabric fell open in a way that made it clear the robe was designed to reveal everything underneath with almost no effort.

Anna’s blush spread down her neck. Her fingers tightened on Daniel’s sleeve. The design was even more provocative than the first. It wasn’t just revealing — it was intentional. It invited hands to slide inside and roam her forbidden raw.

Elise then brought out the third piece, her movements graceful and knowing.

"This is Midnight Bloom... one of our most requested designs."

The black dress looked deceptively simple until she turned it around. The entire back was open down to the curve of the hips. The front neckline was cut so deep that the inner halves of the wearer’s breasts would remain completely exposed. Thin gold chains were the only things holding the sides together.

Anna stared.

Her face felt like it was on fire. Each piece had been more shameless than the last. The third one especially made her stomach flutter with a mixture of shock and something hotter she didn’t want to name. She could barely look at it directly.

Elise carefully returned the dress to its place and turned to Anna with a polite, expectant smile.

"Would you like to try them on? We have private fitting suites just behind the mirrors. I can assist with the zippers and clasps if needed."

Anna’s eyes flew wide. Her face turned scarlet.

"I... I..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence. The idea of putting any of those dresses on her body — of standing in front of mirrors while wearing something so openly seductive — made her heart hammer.

Daniel glanced down at her and grinned, slow and amused.

"Go try them on."

Anna looked up at him with watery, embarrassed eyes. Her voice came out small.

"But... they’re too much..."

Daniel’s expression remained calm, but there was a quiet, loving firmness underneath it. He reached up and gently brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"You said you wanted me to buy you anything today, remember? I want to see how you look in them. Just try them for me."

His tone wasn’t forceful. It was warm, patient, and gently coaxing — the kind of soft moral pressure that was harder to refuse than a direct order. He was asking her to do it for him. As his daughter. As the girl he was spoiling today.

Anna’s resistance crumbled under that gaze.

"...Okay," she whispered.

Elise’s professional smile brightened. "Right this way, miss."

She led Anna toward the private fitting hallway lined with heavy velvet curtains. The other attendants watched with discreet, trained interest. A few of them exchanged brief glances — the young blonde was clearly shy, yet the man with her had casually directed her to try on the most provocative pieces in the store without hesitation. Their eyes lingered on Daniel a second longer, measuring the quiet authority he carried.

Daniel remained outside, standing with his hands in his pockets, waiting.

Inside the fitting suite, the door clicked softly shut behind Anna.

The room was larger than she expected — mirrors on three walls, soft lighting, a velvet bench, and a small podium in the center. The Crimson Veil dress lay waiting for her on a silk hanger.

Anna stood frozen for several seconds, staring at it.

Her heart was beating too fast.

She slowly removed her white top and short brown skirt with trembling fingers, folding them neatly on the bench even though her mind was already spinning. When she finally slipped the deep-red dress over her body, the fabric slid against her skin like cool liquid.

It clung immediately — heavy, smooth, and far too intimate.

She turned toward the mirror.

And froze.

The neckline plunged so low that the soft inner curves of her breasts were clearly visible. The thin straps looked ready to slip off her shoulders at any moment. The high slit exposed nearly the entire length of her left leg, and when she shifted even slightly, the fabric parted further. The open back made her feel completely exposed, as if a single breeze could undress her.

Anna’s face burned.

She looked... shameless.

Like one of those women who dressed specifically to be stared at. Like an attention whore who wanted every eye in the room on her body. The dress didn’t just reveal skin — it advertised it. It turned her into something provocative and available.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover the deep neckline, but the movement only made the slit shift higher up her thigh.

I can’t go out like this...

Her breathing grew shallow. She stared at her reflection with wide, watery eyes, equal parts mortified and strangely breathless. The longer she looked, the hotter her face became. She looked like a completely different person — someone bold, sensual, and dirty.

Someone her daddy had asked to see.

Anna’s fingers tightened on the fabric at her waist.

She took one small step toward the door... then stopped.