Father's worries

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I'm a pervert, I'll never deny it.

After divorcing my wife, she and her lover immigrated abroad, leaving only my daughter and me. We lived together for several years, and even though she's not my biological child but my wife's child with her ex-husband, I still love her.

My daughter is 16 this year. Inheriting her mother's genes, she's grown into a beautiful young woman with a figure comparable to a supermodel. Her pure yet alluring appearance makes it hard to believe she's still a child.

My daughter loves me very much and is very attached to me because I'm her only family. She just started high school this year, and she's doing very well academically, serving as the class representative. She should be a well-behaved girl, but she loves cosplay and frequently attends art exhibitions and offline gaming parties.

Today is Saturday, and I guess she's at one of those parties. I prepared dinner and waited for her to come home.

...

The doorbell rang. I guessed it was my daughter. I opened the door, and sure enough, it was her. But she felt completely unfamiliar to me now. Wearing a black leather bodysuit, her hair pulled back into a high bun, bound by two red bandages, and holding a pistol and a whip,

wasn't this Bayonetta, the heroine from Bayonetta cosplay? My daughter's figure was just as impressive. The tight leather bodysuit revealed two deep, rounded, snow-white breasts through the open neckline, her waist was incredibly slender, and her buttocks were firm and pert.

My daughter's delicate, thin lips were painted with deep red lipstick. She opened her mouth slightly, and her soft, clear voice snapped me out of my daze. "Daddy, why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I look pretty today?" She spun around once before asking me.

"Very pretty! But there's something wrong with the clothes. You're not allowed to wear this again, understand?" I smiled at first, then deliberately scolded her with a stern face, to prevent her from dressing like this again, who knows how many people would see her!

"Daddy~" My daughter snuggled into my arms, shaking me playfully. "It's just cosplay, I only wear it to game shows, please let me wear it, okay~" I've always been helpless against my daughter's tantrums, not in the past, not now, and probably not in the future. But some things I have to stick to.

I grabbed my daughter's shoulders and pushed her away, suppressing the heat in my heart, because her magnificent breasts were rubbing against my abdomen. The soft touch and the faint fragrance emanating from her body made me inexplicably aroused. I pretended to scold her with a stern face, "No! Cosplay is fine, but you can't wear such sexy and revealing clothes!" "Sexy?" My daughter bit her lip, her head down but her eyes secretly glancing at me. "Daddy, do you, do you think I'm sexy too?" The way she bit her lip, her eyes were so soft they could drip water. At that moment, she looked like a sexy little woman, and my heart skipped a beat. But as a father, I couldn't talk about such things with my daughter. I interrupted her perfunctorily, saying, "Yes, yes, the food's getting cold. Change your clothes and come out to eat!" Seeing my attitude, my daughter pouted and huffed, "Old-fashioned!" Then she ignored me and went into her room.

"Come out quickly, okay?" I shouted from the living room.

"Okay," my daughter replied after a long while, seemingly still changing her clothes.

My daughter came out of her room in casual clothes. At that moment, she looked like my usual daughter, less sexy and glamorous, and more domestic and innocent.

I don't adhere to the rule of not talking while eating at the dinner table, because that lacks the warmth of home. I long for lively conversation.

I served my daughter soup, picked out food for her, and told her some funny stories. I've always taken meticulous care of her. Sometimes I worry that if I'm not around, she might be in a mess.

"How's your studying?" Even though my daughter is a top student, I still occasionally worry about her studies; it's probably a parent's usual attitude towards their daughter.

"Third in the whole grade." My daughter pouted slightly, looking like she was about to praise me.

I chuckled and picked up a piece of her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for her. "This is a reward for you. Don't get arrogant, okay? If your grades drop, I'll ban you from cosplaying or something." My daughter scoffed, a little dissatisfied, because I always used banning cosplaying as an excuse to urge her on. "Dad, come shopping with me tonight," she suddenly said.

"What do you want to buy this time?" I had a bit of a headache, because every time she asked me to go shopping with her, it was for some weird things.

"My bust size has gotten bigger again; my old bras feel so tight these days." She then raised her hands to show me her ample breasts.

My hand holding the food paused, and I looked over. They did seem a bit tight, creating two alluring rounded shapes. "What are you thinking about?" I quickly turned my head. "Yeah, I'll go with you after dinner," I said.

Ever since my daughter started puberty, I've been handling these things for her—buying her her first bra, her first underwear, even her first period… My daughter is used to me helping her with these things; she basically calls me along every time.

"Dad, what's SM?" my daughter suddenly asked, seeing the good atmosphere.

Having just finished eating and drinking soup, I choked immediately upon hearing the word, one hand on the table, the other covering my throat, coughing uncontrollably. Naturally, I didn't see the teasing smile on my daughter's face.

I've always known that cosplay can lead to exposure to all sorts of inappropriate things—so I've always disapproved of her doing it, but I couldn't stop her. I never expected her to suddenly know this term. I managed to calm my cough, my face flushed from coughing for so long. "Where did you learn about this? Did someone tell you?" I care too much about my daughter; if someone leads her astray, I won't let them get away with it.

"I was just looking at cosplay outfits online, and I saw a really nice leather bodysuit. When I searched for it, this keyword came up too~" My daughter lowered her head, hiding her face behind her bowl, and kept eating.

"You're not allowed to touch these things. You're too young, you know?" I said sternly.

My daughter gave a soft "oh," I said with a wry smile. "You silly child."

"Fine, I won't touch it then. But what exactly does SM mean? Dad told me." Seeing that I wasn't stern anymore, she knew I wasn't angry, so she casually mentioned it.

"You don't need to know. Anyway, it's not a good thing."

"Hmph, if you don't tell me, I'll search for it myself, I'll ask someone else!" My daughter pouted.

"..." I was speechless. To prevent my daughter from searching for random things online, I had to tell her everything I knew, explaining it to her in the most complicated and obscure terms, trying to make her understand but not know the reasoning behind it.

My daughter listened thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled strangely. "So, Daddy, are you a sadist?" I was a little confused; where did she get that conclusion? "Why do you say that?" I asked her.

"Daddy, you're always so fierce, always scolding me, of course I'm a sadist," my daughter said matter-of-factly.

"Daddy's fierce to you? Always scolding you? You silly child, isn't that disciplining you? That's for your own good! Do you have a daddy who lets you be willful, cleans your room, cooks for you, and occasionally soothes your little temper tantrums?" I said, somewhat exasperated.

My daughter giggled mischievously, "So, Daddy's a masochist?"

My heart skipped a beat. Hearing those words from my daughter, my heart suddenly fluttered. Daddy's a masochist, Daddy's a masochist—this phrase kept repeating in my mind, and I felt a strange heat rising in my lower body. Looking at my daughter's beautiful face and sexy figure, I stood there, mouth agape, stunned for a second.

Fortunately, I managed to come to my senses and felt my face getting hot. "Dad, I'm not a sadist or a submissive, I'm just an ordinary person. You're not allowed to say these things anymore, understand? Otherwise, I'll take away your allowance!" I said sternly, barely maintaining my fatherly authority.

"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then, Daddy, you're so boring!" My daughter said, then ignored me, sulking as she ate dinner before going to her room.

After dinner and a shower, my daughter took my arm and we walked down the street.

Because it was summer, she was dressed lightly, wearing only a tank top and shorts. Since she was holding my arm, her chest was pressed against the back of my hand, and I could feel its warmth and softness—a jelly-like touch that was truly captivating.

Under the streetlights, people thronged the area, and we received countless stares as we walked—of course, mostly from my daughter. Gradually, she became impatient. "These uncles' stares are so annoying!" "Who told you to dress like that? I told you before we left!" I said irritably.

My daughter gave a soft snort and didn't say anything. I saw her eyes darting around, clearly thinking of something naughty.

"Weiwei, what are you plotting now?" I asked her.

Weiwei's eyes darted around, and she smiled smugly, "Don't tell Daddy, Daddy, guess!" "How could I possibly guess what you little girls are thinking?" I patted her hair. "It used to be easier to guess, but now that you're all grown up, Daddy can't guess what you're thinking anymore." "Even when I'm grown up, I'm still your daughter." Weiwei rolled her eyes at me. Then she leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I was thinking, looking so respectable, but actually so lewd inside. But I can only look and think. Useless, right, Daddy?" At the time, I didn't think much of it, but I was just wondering if this girl was just weird or starting to grow up.

Weiwei and I went to the women's lingerie section. As soon as we entered, we heard the saleswoman say "Welcome." I smiled and nodded at her at first, but then she said something that left me speechless.

"Hello, sir, you're so thoughtful to come shopping with your girlfriend. Men like you are rare in this society." How did she figure out that Weiwei and I were in a relationship? "You've got it wrong, this is my daughter, not my girlfriend!" I corrected her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I apologize!" The saleswoman apologized, but her expression was one of disbelief. I ignored her, letting my daughter giggle as she led me through the styles she liked. I vaguely heard the saleswoman mutter, "They don't look alike at all, and both are young, they're not father and daughter at all..." I shook my head with a wry smile. Was it wrong that I looked young and my daughter looked mature...? I'd encountered this kind of thing many times before. I used to care, but I gradually let them say what they wanted; it didn't hurt me anyway.

"Daddy, what do you think of this?" My daughter picked up a size F black lace bra to show me.

I was a little embarrassed, after all, we were father and daughter. "As long as it fits, it's fine, it's worn underneath anyway," I said dismissively.

"Even if it's worn underneath, it still looks good," Weiwei glared at me. "I think it's very nice, it has a mysterious feel to it." She picked it up and continued browsing.

"This one's nice too." Vivi picked up another red lace bra, but this time she didn't ask me. She probably knew it would be pointless.

Vivi pulled me along, and I didn't mind, letting her lead me. Who knew she'd drag me to the lingerie section!

I quickly stopped her, "No need to look here, it's not suitable for you!" But when my daughter saw the lingerie, her eyes lit up. "I think it's really nice, Daddy, let's go take a look. We don't necessarily have to buy it anyway," Vivi said, pleading.

As I mentioned before, I'm completely helpless against my daughter's pleading. Under her onslaught, I was utterly defeated, and could only console myself that we weren't going to buy anything anyway.

"Wow, these are so pretty! This one, this one, and this one too!" My daughter exclaimed, clearly eyeing something she liked. It's always like this… Sure enough, "Daddy, can you buy me one? I think these are so pretty and sexy, I'll look great in them," my daughter said, clinging to my arm and shaking it.

Has my daughter really grown up and started liking these sexy things? But these...they're way too revealing! Looking at what my daughter was pointing to, I couldn't help but admire the designers of these sexy lingeries. They really understood men's psychology—the subtle interplay of concealment and exposure, the lace trim and the sheer fabric—who was the genius behind this design?

But these were completely unsuitable for my daughter. "I'm not buying it. This kind of lingerie isn't for you!" I turned my head away from her, trying not to sway her.

"Hmph, if you won't buy it for me, I'll buy it myself," my daughter scoffed. "I still have my New Year's red envelope money saved up." "..." I turned back, looking at my smug daughter, speechless. Since I couldn't stop her, I decided to buy it for her anyway; it's just something she wears underneath, I consoled myself. "You can use your red envelope money yourself. This time, Daddy bought it for you, but there won't be a next time, okay?" My daughter giggled and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Daddy, I love you the most!" "You only say things like this at times like this," I shook my head, amused.

Watching the sales clerk take down that black, see-through lingerie set—made of only a few strips of fabric—and hand it to Weiwei, I wondered if spoiling her like this was right… but I couldn't refuse my daughter.

"Daddy, I want to try it on," Weiwei whispered in my ear, her face slightly flushed.

"Here?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

My daughter nodded gently, avoiding my gaze.

I could only smile wryly. "Go ahead," I told her.

My daughter giggled, knowing I wouldn't refuse, and picked up the lingerie, going into the fitting room.

I waited outside, bored. Without my daughter by my side, time suddenly felt incredibly slow. Just then, my daughter's voice came from the fitting room, "Daddy, my… my dress is stuck! I can't get it off!" Her voice was filled with anxiety.

I panicked a bit when I heard this. "Daddy will go find the sales clerk, you wait here!" "No!" My daughter's voice suddenly rose, then she whispered, "I hate it when people see my body, and I don't want anyone to touch me! Daddy, come in and help me." "Let me help you?" My voice rose a few octaves, and suddenly my throat felt dry. "Daddy's clumsy, let the sales clerk help you." I declined.

The fitting room suddenly fell silent, then after a long while, my daughter's soft sobs came through. "Daddy doesn't love me anymore, he won't even help me with this little thing..." I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. My good mood was suddenly ruined by these words. Listening to the growing sobs from the fitting room, I sighed sadly. "Okay, Daddy will come in and help you, don't cry!" "Okay, I won't cry anymore, Daddy, come in quickly." My daughter's voice was cheerful. I couldn't help but be suspicious. Was this girl just pretending to cry?

But I didn't know; I could only find out by going in.

"You little rascal, you were just faking your tears to fool your dad!" The two of us were a little awkward in the fitting room, and I pretended to scold her angrily.

Weiwei smiled sweetly, an indescribable charm, and wearing such sexy lingerie, my heart suddenly pounded, a surge of heat rose rapidly from my lower abdomen, my throat went dry, and I swallowed hard.

"Dad, am I sexy?" My daughter whispered, blowing a breath into my ear.

I took a step back with difficulty, looking at my daughter who seemed so unfamiliar, not knowing what to say. She quickly leaned forward and pressed me against the wall, her full breasts pressed against my chest, a faint musky scent filling the fitting room.

"I love Dad, I've always loved him! Mom left us, and I only have Dad as my family now." She looked into my eyes, "Yesterday… I saw Dad laughing and talking with a woman in a coffee shop. Does Dad like her? Is he going to marry her? I won't allow it!" A dangerous glint appeared in my daughter's eyes.

"Daddy is mine, he can only be mine, and he always will be mine! I can't let another woman take Daddy away from me!" Weiwei pressed me down so I couldn't move. Her hand quietly unzipped my pants, and her smooth little hand suddenly reached in and grabbed it, then touched it up and down.

I gasped, the heat in my lower body rapidly expanding, and I actually started to feel weak in the knees.

"Daddy likes this, right? Look, it's getting big." Weiwei smiled seductively, her other hand touching my nipple through my clothes. "Is this Daddy's erogenous zone too? It's starting to get hard." I tried my best to suppress my impulse, and my rationality slowly returned. I pushed her away, took a deep breath, and asked sternly, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know, what don't girls my age know? I love Daddy, and I like doing this to Daddy, don't you like it? But my body tells me the truth." My daughter giggled.

A thousand alpacas galloped through my mind, and my lower body felt like it was being bitten by a thousand ants. At this vulgar moment, thick streams of white semen spurted from my glans. I ejaculated. What the hell is going on...?

[The End]

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