Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

"Father~!"

Lara’s soft, startled voice pulled both Kira’s and Anna’s attention at once. The two girls turned to stare at her in stunned silence.

It wasn’t really Lara’s fault.

Even in her dreams last night she had been getting bent over and railed from behind by the exact same man standing in front of her. In that dream he had wrapped her long hair around his fist and yanked her head back hard, smacked her full breasts with open-palmed force until they bounced and reddened, pinched and tugged her nipples without mercy, and fucked her like a beast that had no intention of stopping. She had screamed and howled, but instead of softening he only used her harder, telling her in a cold voice to become his personal slut. Just remembering those words made her empty cunt clench tightly, forcing her already damp panties to cling wetly between her pussy lips like a second skin. A visible shiver ran down her spine as her cheeks turned a deep, shameful rosy red.

She had not been ready to meet him again so soon. Last night had been the first time anyone had ever fucked her that roughly. Her boyfriend was gentle — too gentle — more like a soft, loving cow who treated her body with careful affection and never cursed or truly dominated her. But Lara had grown up under her strict father’s heavy rules.

Somewhere along the way she had developed a deep, secret kink for extreme submission, especially to the words "Father" or "Daddy." She still didn’t fully understand her own filthy desires. She had never explored them properly because she forced herself to act dominant in daily life, terrified of being stepped on in this ugly world.

Daniel saw the clear dilemma and the residual fuck-drunk look in her eyes. He calmly extended his hand for a handshake, wearing a dangerously charming, almost predatory smile.

"Yes, I am Anna’s father. And you’re her friend, right?"

Hearing his smooth, natural reply, both Anna and Kira visibly relaxed. They assumed it was just Lara being blunt and weird again.

Lara was usually fearless and dominant — but only with other people. How was she supposed to put up a brave front in front of the man who had stretched her cunt until it ached, fucked her throat until tears ran down her face, and made her moan like a cheap whore?

Even with heavy, humiliating heat crawling up her neck and throat, she forced herself to extend her hand.

The moment her fingers touched his, a sharp, electric shiver shot straight up her arm and down her spine. She yanked her hand back almost immediately, as if burned.

Daniel had quietly activated Touch of Lust.

He grinned inwardly. He wanted to watch this tight little friend of his daughter tremble and drip in real time.

True, he had been startled to discover that the wet, greedy cunt he had thoroughly ruined yesterday belonged to Anna’s best friend... but so what? He was already planning to take his own daughter’s virginity tonight. What did one more of her friends matter?

Lara’s thighs clenched hard. A fresh wave of sticky wetness flooded her panties, soaking the thin fabric until it stuck obscenely to her pussy lips and the crack of her ass. Her inner walls twitched and fluttered with a sudden, shameful need that made her want to press her legs together and grind.

"Are you okay?" Daniel immediately stepped closer, voice full of perfect, convincing concern, expression worried and gentlemanly.

Anna and Kira quickly moved in as well, faces full of genuine worry.

"What happened, Lara? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... I’m okay. I just felt cold for a second," Lara answered with a forced smile. Her lips twitched if anyone looked closely enough. Inside, her cunt was still pulsing.

"Are you sure? You look really red. Did you suddenly get a fever?" Kira leaned in close, frowning.

"Fever..." Daniel muttered under his breath in a low, thoughtful voice.

Then, without waiting for permission, he raised his large hand and placed his warm palm gently on Lara’s forehead. Touch of Lust surged at full strength through the contact.

Lara’s eyes flew wide open. She flinched hard as a wave of intense, filthy sensation flooded every nerve in her body — as if a thousand warm, wet, skilled tongues were slowly and deliberately licking every inch of her skin at the same time. They dragged over her nipples, circled her clit, and pushed against the entrance of her already soaked cunt. Her pussy spasmed violently, forcing another gush of wetness into her panties.

For a second her eyes fluttered shut from pure, involuntary pleasure and her mouth fell slightly open before Daniel’s calm voice pulled her back.

"I think you have a fever," he said seriously, still resting his hand on her forehead like a caring father figure.

"What—?!" Anna’s face filled with immediate panic.

Both of her friends looked at Lara with growing concern.

"There’s a pharmacy just one floor down,"

Elise offered helpfully from the side, her tone professional.

"Yes, yes! Let’s go there first!" Anna’s forehead was already scrunched up with worry for her dear friend.

Daniel finally removed his hand so he wouldn’t look like a creepy older man touching a girl he’d just met. The overwhelming, tongue-like sensations faded, leaving Lara breathing unsteadily, her panties a ruined, sticky mess. She knew perfectly well she didn’t have a fever. Her face was burning for one reason only — the man who had fucked her like a piece of meat and made her cum until she cried was standing right in front of her as her best friend’s father.

Her heart hammered so violently against her ribs she was afraid the others might hear it.

She looked up at Anna’s worried, scrunched-up face and felt a crushing weight of guilt settle on her chest like a ten-thousand-kilo stone. She had let her best friend’s daddy use her body like a free whore. The vivid image of Anna’s father pressing her face-first against a cold wall, yanking her hair back, and churning her insides with his thick, veined cock flashed through her mind so clearly that she burned even hotter. Shameless, filthy thoughts kept flooding in no matter how hard she tried to push them away — the sound of his hips slapping against her ass, the wet schlicking of her cunt taking him to the root, the way he had called her a little slut while filling her with cum.

Then another thought struck her like a slap.

This man was married... yet he had fucked multiple women in a public bathroom, including her. Didn’t that mean Anna’s beloved daddy was a cheating, loose, dirty man who slept around whenever he wanted?

Her expression darkened for a brief moment, then hardened with quiet, complicated resolve.

She raised her head. The stuttering, submissive shyness was forced down, even if her face and neck were still flushed a deep, telling red.

"No need. I’m okay," she said more firmly, though her voice still carried a slight tremor.

"Are you sure?" Kira asked, still clearly doubtful.

"Yes. It was just a rush of fatigue. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, that’s all." Lara’s eyes locked onto Daniel with a sharp, almost accusing intensity, as if she were staring at something both disgusting and irresistible.

"Ha! You didn’t sleep last night? Were you with your boyfriend?" Kira nudged her teasingly, grinning.

"Nah. Just a nightmare. No big deal."

A nightmare where my best friend’s father fucked me until I couldn’t walk straight.

"Anyway, we should do what we came here for," Lara said, deliberately changing the subject before her body could betray her any further.

Elise chose that moment to step forward again, hands politely clasped.

"Sir, your order has been packed. Would you like to view any other sets?"

Kira turned to Anna with a slightly annoyed, suspicious expression.

"You already bought the dresses? Then why even bother making us come all the way here?"

Anna’s fingers immediately started twirling a strand of her blonde hair nervously. She looked caught, cheeks still carrying a faint leftover flush from the fitting room.

"Uhm... that..."