Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

A soft, polite knock sounded against the fitting room door.

"Miss? Have you managed to put the dress on, or would you like some assistance with the clasps?"

Elise’s voice was gentle and professional.

Inside, Anna stood frozen in front of the door, still clutching the deep-red fabric at her waist. Her heart jumped at the sudden question.

"I... I’ve worn it," she answered, the words coming out in a small, stuttering voice.

"That’s wonderful," Elise replied warmly.

"Please come out when you’re ready so you can show Sir how it looks on you."

The simple request hit Anna like a wave of pure heat.

Show Sir.

Show her daddy.

The thought of stepping out and letting her daddy see her in this shameless, skin-baring, almost pornographic dress made her face burn so hot she felt dizzy. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. She swallowed hard, throat tight, already imagining his eyes dragging over every exposed inch of her.

"N-no need," she said quickly, voice trembling. "I don’t like this dress."

There was a short pause on the other side of the door.

"May I ask if you’d like the different variants?" Elise’s voice remained polite, but there was a careful, experienced curiosity underneath. She had seen this exact kind of flustered shyness before. In her experience, a young woman feeling this shy and nervous in a dress this revealing was normal, the only way the piece ever sold was if the man with her liked — or rather, got hard from — the way it looked on her body.

"No! I just... I just don’t like it." Anna’s voice came out higher and more broken than she intended. She sounded almost panicked, like she was about to cry from sheer embarrassment.

Elise waited a moment longer, then let out a quiet, professional sigh of mild defeat.

"I understand. If you change your mind—"

She never finished the sentence.

Daniel’s voice came from just outside the curtain, calm but carrying clearly through the door.

"Anna. Come out."

Anna’s entire body tensed. A fresh wave of heat flooded between her legs.

"I don’t want to," she refused more strongly this time, shaking her head even though no one could see her. "It’s too much, Daddy... it’s too revealing..."

A short silence.

Then Daniel’s voice returned — lower, colder, and unmistakably commanding.

"COME OUT."

The order left no room for argument. It slid down her spine like a physical shivering touch.

Anna’s body moved before her mind could catch up. Her fingers, still trembling, slid the door open just a crack. The first thing that appeared was her bare ankle and the elegant, smooth line of her calf, framed by the dangerous high slit of the red dress. Both Daniel and Elise’s eyes were immediately drawn to that small, exposed stretch of soft skin.

Then the door opened fully.

Anna stepped out.

Daniel’s breath caught hard in his throat.

For a moment he simply stared, heart giving a heavy, almost painful thud against his ribs.

The Crimson Veil clung to her young body like it had been poured onto her in liquid form. The deep-red fabric hugged the soft curve of her waist and the full, heavy, mouthwatering shape of her breasts so tightly that the outline of her nipples was faintly visible. The plunging neckline dropped so low that the smooth inner slopes of her cleavage were completely on display — soft, warm, and begging to be touched.

The high slit exposed nearly the entire length of one smooth, bare leg with every tiny, nervous shift of her weight, flashing the pale skin of her upper thigh. The open back left her spine and the upper curve of her hips completely uncovered, making it clear she wore nothing underneath that could save her modesty.

But what struck him hardest wasn’t just the dress.

It was her, his dear daughter.

Anna stood there with her shoulders slightly hunched, thick thighs pressed tightly together, hands hovering uncertainly in front of her body as if she wanted to cover her breasts and her exposed leg at the same time but didn’t know which was more urgent.

Her face was a deep, burning crimson. Her watery eyes refused to meet his for more than a fraction of a second before darting away again in pure shame. She looked mortified... and so fucking sensual because of it that Daniel felt his cock twitch hard and begin to swell inside his pants.

The contrast between the provocative, almost slutty dress and her obvious, trembling embarrassment made the entire picture far more intoxicating than if she had worn it with confidence. She looked like a virgin who had been dressed up as expensive sin and then forced to stand on display for the dirty eyes to eat her out.

Daniel’s heart thudded again, heavier this time.

His cock continued to harden, pressing against the fabric of his pants as he dragged his gaze slowly from her flushed, watery-eyed face, down the dangerous neckline that nearly exposed her nipples, along the long stretch of bare leg, and back up again. Every detail burned itself into his mind with filthy clarity. He could already imagine bending her over one of the velvet benches in this store and fucking her while she still wore the dress, the high slit giving him perfect access.

Anna finally forced herself to speak, her voice small, tight, and thick with shame under his open, hungry stare.

"...How do I look?"

Daniel’s answer came without hesitation, low, rough, and completely honest.

"Buy it."

Elise’s professional expression immediately brightened into a genuine, pleased smile.

Her appreciative eyes moved over Anna’s barely-covered figure once more, clearly agreeing with the assessment — and clearly noticing the way the young woman’s nipples had started to stiffen under the thin fabric from pure nervous tension. The sale had just become very likely.

"Of course, sir," she replied smoothly, already sounding satisfied.

Daniel’s gaze was still locked on his daughter’s body when he added, almost casually, voice still dark with restrained hunger—

"Have her try the other two as well."

Anna’s eyes went wide. The already deep blush on her face turned even more furious, spreading all the way down her neck and across her partially exposed chest. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but no words came out. She could only stand there in the revealing red dress, burning under her daddy’s stare while Elise smiled with quiet, professional triumph, already turning to retrieve the next piece.