Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

"This is a different set of clothes," Daniel said calmly from the side, his voice smooth and unbothered. "You girls can browse for whatever you came here to buy."

"Ohh!" Kira muttered, letting out a small, relieved sigh.

The clothes in a place like Earth’s Grace were obscenely expensive. She could never afford even a single piece. Anna could. That was the entire reason the three of them had come — to try on the cute, slutty, seductive dresses, take thirsty pictures, and post them on Instagram for attention.

If Anna had already finished buying, there would have been no excuse left to stay and keep browsing. Trying on dress after dress they had no intention of purchasing in a luxury boutique this expensive would have felt too awkward, too shameful. Walking out empty-handed after wasting the staff’s time would have burned their faces with humiliation. It was one thing in a normal store. In a place like this, they refused to look like poor, wingless chickens.

"But we already bought three sets, Daddy," Anna said, turning to look up at him. She knew perfectly well the dresses he had chosen for her were far more expensive — and far more revealing — than anything she had originally planned to buy.

Yet he was telling her to buy even more?

"What are you worried about?" Daniel replied, his voice warm and heavily indulgent. He rested his large, strong palm on her head and slowly stroked her silky blonde hair, fingers threading through the strands in a way that felt both fatherly and possessive. "Your daddy is here, little girl.

Go ahead and buy whatever you want. Your friends came all this way. They should get something too. We can’t just leave them empty-handed after we already bought pieces. Go on. Help them choose."

His smile was that of a proud, doting father... but the darkness in his eyes made it feel like something else entirely.

Both Kira and Lara’s gazes were glued to the sight of his strong hand gently stroking Anna’s head, the way he looked at her like she was a precious treasure he owned.

A sharp, ugly pang of jealousy stabbed through both their chests, followed immediately by a thick wave of shame that spread hot across their skin.

First of all, they hadn’t come here to actually buy a single thing. They had only come to play dress-up and take sexy pictures. Now that Daniel had said it out loud in front of the staff, if they left without buying something, what would he think of them? That they were freeloading little beggars who only came to use his daughter? Their hearts beat violently at the thought.

Lara might currently see him as an unfaithful, trashy, cheating man... but her womb was still coated in the thick, sticky seed he had pumped into her the day before. The memory of his cock stretching her open made her cunt give a small, traitorous throb. She couldn’t let him see her as some cheap girl who only came to try on clothes she couldn’t afford. Her fingers twitched at her side.

And second... watching him openly adore his daughter, telling her to buy whatever she wanted even after already dropping a fortune on three expensive dresses, stirred a violent, choking jealousy inside both of them.

Kira was fatherless. Her own father had run away when she was still a small child. If not for her mother working herself to the bone day and night, she would have ended up as just another orphan on the street. The word "father" had always been a raw, open wound.

Lara lived with both parents, but her father was a short-tempered, bitter man rotting with inferiority. All his old friends had become successful while he stayed in the same miserable place, and he blamed his family for it. He and Lara’s mother had married young because of love, and that choice had burned him with regret ever since. He cursed his past self for choosing a woman over his career. He cursed his daughter for "blocking" his path to success. And he vented that bitterness by shouting, insulting, and sometimes hitting.

For both girls, the word "father" carried years of pain, longing, and complicated hunger.

Anna squirmed uncomfortably under their gazes. She knew perfectly well her friends couldn’t afford even the cheapest piece in this store. But what could she say to her daddy now?

It was her own fault. She should have told him beforehand that her friends were coming. Shame burned hot across her cheeks and down her neck as she glanced at their slightly shifty, embarrassed eyes.

Then Daniel’s voice cut through the thick silence again.

"Elise."

The busty attendant in the tight white blouse and obscenely short micro-skirt immediately bowed slightly, her heavy breasts shifting under the strained fabric.

"Yes, Sir."

"Take them and show them your best pieces. Make sure they try everything worth trying. They won’t know what looks good on their bodies until they feel the fabric against their skin."

His tone was calm, but the quiet, absolute authority in it left no room for argument.

Elise’s eyes lit up with pure professional hunger. More sales. More commission. More bonus.

"As you order, Sir."

She turned and quickly beckoned several other equally beautiful attendants over, then smiled politely at the three young women, her gaze lingering a little too long on their figures.

"Would you like to browse something in particular, or shall we show you our best and most... appealing pieces?"

All three girls panicked for a second.

This had just gotten much bigger — and much more expensive.

Anna looked at her two friends’ stiff, trapped expressions and felt her chest tighten with heavy guilt. She was the one who had dragged them into this mess. It was her responsibility to pull them out of it.

She glanced up at her daddy. A quiet, dirty little resolve burned hot in her heart.

She would ask him to buy each of them a dress.

She knew the pieces would be obscenely expensive... but her daddy was rich. He could afford it.

And later...

She would repay every single cent.

The thought came naturally, without even a trace of disgust or hesitation.

She would drop to her knees and coax him with her soft, wet mouth.

She would let him use her full, young breasts however he wanted.

And then she would spread her legs and let him take her virgin pussy — let him stretch her, fill her, and fuck her until the debt was paid in full.

She would serve her daddy properly. Gladly.

A wide, filthy little smile bloomed across Anna’s face as she looked at her handsome father’s charming, powerful expression.

Deep between her legs, her untouched cunt gave a sudden, needy, greedy throb, growing warm and damp at the thought of taking him right there in the middle of the store, in front of her friends and the staff, like a shameless daughter who already belonged to him.