Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Elise returned moments later with the second piece carefully draped over her arm — the Rose Petal robe.

Anna was still standing on the small podium in the Crimson Veil dress, arms half-crossed over her chest in a weak attempt to cover the deep neckline. When she saw the sheer black garment, a fresh wave of heat flooded her face and neck.

"This way, miss," Elise said gently, holding the heavy velvet curtain open.

Anna cast one last glance at Daniel. His eyes were still on her — dark, steady, and openly hungry. That look sent a low, involuntary throb between her legs. She quickly slipped back into the fitting room.

Inside, she peeled the red dress off her body. The cool air kissed her bare breasts and the damp fabric of her panties. The Rose Petal robe felt even more dangerous in her hands. The outer layer of sheer black chiffon was so fine she could clearly see her fingers through it. The inner lining tied with a single soft ribbon at the waist. When she finally slipped it on and looked in the mirror, her breath caught in her throat.

The robe covered her... barely.

The sheer chiffon turned her full, heavy breasts into soft, pale shapes. The darker circles of her nipples were clearly visible, already half-stiff from nerves and the cool air. Lower down, the fabric clung to the gentle mound of her pussy, outlining the soft shape of her lips through both the chiffon and her thin panties. She looked like she was wrapped in expensive black smoke.

Anna’s face burned.

And yet...

When she remembered the way her daddy had stared at her in the previous dress — the way his eyes had lingered on her chest and the high slit, the rough, immediate way he had said "Buy it" — a small, forbidden warmth mixed with the shame. He had looked at her like he wanted to tear the dress off with his teeth.

She took a shaky breath and stepped out.

Daniel’s gaze locked onto her the second the curtain moved.

The sheer black robe made her look softer, more intimate, almost as if she had just left a bedroom. Every small movement caused the fabric to shift and cling, giving fleeting, teasing glimpses of the warm skin beneath. Anna stood with her thighs pressed together, fingers nervously toying with the ribbon at her waist. This time, though, she didn’t try to cover herself as desperately as before.

She could feel his eyes moving over her — slow, thorough, and heavy with lust. They lingered on the visible shape of her nipples, then dropped lower to the soft shadow between her thighs.

"Turn around," he said quietly.

Anna hesitated only a second before obeying. The open back of the robe and the way the sheer fabric draped over the full curve of her ass made her ears burn, but when she glanced over her shoulder and caught the open, undisguised heat in her daddy’s eyes, that tiny spark of confidence grew a little stronger. A faint, almost reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Elise watched the silent exchange with professional interest, already certain both pieces would be purchased.

"The last one," Daniel said, voice rougher than before.

Anna returned to the fitting room.

The final dress — Midnight Bloom — was the most shameless of the three.

When she put it on, her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. The black fabric hugged her body like a second skin. The neckline was so deep that the inner halves of her breasts were completely exposed; the soft, warm flesh looked ready to spill out with one wrong move. The open back dipped all the way down to the upper curve of her ass, leaving her spine bare. Thin gold chains were the only things holding the sides together, and every breath made them shift coolly against her skin.

Anna stared at her reflection, face scarlet.

She looked filthy.

She looked expensive.

She looked like she had been dressed specifically to be fucked.

Yet when she remembered the way Daniel had been staring at her — like he was already imagining her bent over — the shame no longer felt quite as crushing. A small, shaky excitement had begun to mix with it.

She stepped out.

Daniel’s reaction was immediate and unguarded.

His eyes darkened. His jaw tightened. The dress left almost nothing to the imagination. He could see the full, heavy shape of her breasts, the soft valley between them, the long bare line of her back, and the way the fabric framed the curve of her hips. Anna stood under the boutique lights looking both mortified and mouth-watering, her fingers fidgeting with one of the thin gold chains.

This time, she didn’t look away as quickly.

She forced herself to meet his gaze for a full second longer than before. When she saw the raw, undisguised hunger in his eyes — the same hunger that had made him say "Buy it" without a second of hesitation — a small, shy beam of pleasure broke through her embarrassment. Her lips curved upward, soft and almost proud, even as her face stayed red.

Daniel noticed.

A slow, dark smile tugged at his own mouth. His cock was already half-hard from the previous two dresses; the sight of her in this one pushed it further.

"You look beautiful," he said, voice low and rough with honest lust. "In all of them. Truly beautiful like a heaven graced goddess."

Elise’s face lit up with genuine professional delight.

Anna’s blush deepened all the way down to her partially exposed chest, but the small, pleased smile on her lips didn’t disappear.

Under her daddy’s open, appreciative, almost predatory stare, the overwhelming shame had begun to melt into something warmer and far more dangerous.

She lowered her eyes, still smiling faintly, and whispered:

"...Thank you, Daddy."

The way she said it — soft, shy, and just a little bit pleased — made Daniel’s cock twitch hard inside his pants even though he didn’t hear what she said.