That Japanese guy's perverted stuff~

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"A single father is prone to spoiling his daughter excessively. This happens a lot. Don't scold her too much; she seems to be a good person at heart." The
young detective's words, spoken with a tone of pity and sympathy, were actually laced with contempt.

This was the epitome of ingratitude. He was already over forty; why should he endure the contempt of that young man? Thinking this, his hands trembled with anger as he gripped the steering wheel.

It was all this girl's fault. Yoshihiko glanced at Yako, who sat expressionlessly in the passenger seat, gazing out the window at the street scene.

Wearing a sailor-style school uniform, her schoolbag on her lap, she looked every bit the innocent high school girl. Indeed, even her father, Yoshihiko, had believed it not long ago. His daughter,

only sixteen, with a childlike face, whom he wouldn't even notice, had joined a street racing gang and even learned to use amphetamines.

He had been completely deceived by his daughter.

Yoshihiko inwardly mocked himself, suppressing the anger welling up from the depths of his heart, or perhaps it was extreme regret.

Until they reached a quiet residential area in the suburbs, Yoshihiko and Masako remained silent.

Entering the house, Yoshihiko's pent-up emotions exploded. He suddenly slapped Masako hard across the face.

He had never imagined he would hit his beloved daughter. But at this moment, Yoshihiko had no other way to express his feelings.

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

Masako, her body swaying slightly, clutched her face with one hand and uttered words of defiance that Yoshihiko couldn't believe.

"What are you saying? Apologize to your father! Kneel down and apologize!"

Yoshihiko yelled angrily, grabbing Masako's neck, trying to force her to kneel.

"Don't do this! It's awful!"

Seeing Masako's desperate resistance and curses, Yoshihiko felt more sorrow than anger.

Was this the result of raising her alone for over ten years?

Thinking this, Yoshihiko had forgotten to be gentle and began to beat her recklessly.

When he regained his senses, Masako had already fainted on the sofa. Her lip was probably cut. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and Yoshihiko hurriedly wiped it with tissue paper.

Masako's angelic, innocent face didn't seem like someone who would say such things or act so rudely. Yoshihiko didn't know what to do. If Masako regained consciousness soon, a full-blown fight would surely follow.

In that instant, Yoshihiko remembered something he had almost forgotten: the rope should still be there.

There was a neatly arranged hemp rope in a handbag, which was kept at the very back of the closet. Besides the rope, there were several other things there that would cause Yoshihiko pain, or perhaps more accurately, bittersweet memories.

Yoshihiko only took out the rope, and as if severing a memory, forcefully closed the handbag and put it back in its original place.

Masako should be fainting on the sofa with an innocent expression. Yoshihiko's heart was filled with complex emotions, but there was no other way.

Turning Masako's body so her back was facing Yoshihiko, Yoshihiko skillfully bound her hands behind her back, tied them to her chest from her school

uniform , and bent her legs, securing them together with the end of a rope. She couldn't resist, not even stand.

Yoshihiko sighed, about to wipe the sweat from her forehead, when Masako woke up, writhing and screaming angrily.

"Damn it! It hurts! You bastard, I'm going to scream!"

At that moment, Yoshihiko reflexively untied his tie and put it over Masako's mouth, silencing her.

Even so, Masako struggled desperately.

Yoshihiko watched Masako's state with a helpless expression. When Masako realized resistance was futile and stopped struggling, Yoshihiko coldly said,

"Just reflect on your actions. Reflect on how much you've hurt your father."

Yoshihiko finished speaking and walked out of the living room. He couldn't resist drinking, so he naturally headed towards his usual bar. "You

're

not doing well tonight. Drinking like this isn't good for your health."

Even the bar owner said this. Yoshihiko didn't say a word, chugging down the strong liquor like water. It was already 1 a.m. when he left the bar.

Yoshihiko's legs were unsteady, but his mind was extremely clear. He was thinking about how to scold her and how to discipline her in the future.

"Mmm, mmm... mmm..."

Yako, who had been on the sofa, rolled onto the floor. Seeing her father come home, Yako seemed to want to say something, but with her tie gagged, she couldn't speak. Although Yoshihiko was drunk, he could still tell that Yako wasn't protesting; her expression was very serious.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Yoshihiko squatted down and hurriedly untied the tie from Yako's mouth.

"Let me go to the bathroom."

In that instant, the image of Kazue, who had abandoned her daughter and husband, overlapped with Yako's. Yoshihiko shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away the evil thought.

He untied the ropes binding her feet, picked up Masako, and followed behind her, holding the end of the rope as she walked, her thighs clenched as if in great pain.

"Untie the ropes, you can't..."

"No."

The two stood face to face in front of the toilet.

"But... I can't take it off..."

"I'll take it off for you!"

"No...!"

Yoshihiko seemed not to hear Masako's words at all, suddenly reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties.

"Is this okay?"

He opened the toilet door, urging her to sit down with his eyes.

Masako glanced at her father, then went into the toilet and sat on the toilet. But her father was still standing in front of her, not closing the door.

"Close the door... Dad... Close the door..."

"No."

For some reason, Yoshihiko stubbornly insisted.

"Why... This is too much..."

Masako was about to cry, looking up at her father and biting her lip.

At this moment, Yoshihiko didn't have a definite plan. He just wanted to torture Masako, but the more Masako's beautiful face twisted in pain and begged, the stronger that thought became.

"Ah!"

Yako let out a soft cry, and what she had been holding back finally fell onto the toilet, making a loud splashing sound. The toilet was completely covered by her skirt, so the urine wasn't visible, but the sound was undeniably real.

Yako turned her face away, blushing so deeply that even her ears and neck turned red.

"Are you done? Okay, I'll wipe you."

Seeing her father say this and take out toilet paper, his eyes seemed to gleam with an unusual light, as if he were a completely different person. Yako felt a chill run down her spine.

"No! Daddy! Please, don't do this!"

Before, she only felt shame, but now she knew there was danger. Yako tried to move her buttocks back on the toilet, but her hands were still bound, and her legs trembled, unable to support her weight.

"Daddy will wipe you, just like when you were little."

Although he wasn't fully conscious, Yoshihiko hadn't yet experienced the abnormal madness and loss of reason that Masako felt. The best proof was that Yoshihiko had secretly slipped his right hand, holding toilet paper, under his daughter's skirt to avoid seeing her lower abdomen.

But what use was such thoughtfulness to Masako? In fact, Yoshihiko's sanity and rationality lasted only a very brief moment.

"Ah! No!"

Masako hurriedly tried to close her legs, but she shouldn't have moved her buttocks back, as this brought the toilet between her legs, the toilet paper pressing against her parted thighs. In an instant, Masako's whole body trembled.

Yoshihiko completely ignored Masako's reaction, carefully wiping the urine from her crotch with the toilet paper in his right hand, then slowly wiping upwards.

"Hmm...?"

Through the toilet paper, Yoshihiko's fingers felt a different sensation than the soft flesh before; it was a rough texture.

"You... when?"

It was a stern, scolding voice. In that instant, Yoshihiko completely transcended the boundaries of sanity and madness.

By the age of sixteen, it's perfectly natural for pubic hair to appear on the lower abdomen. However, whether due to the effects of alcohol or the instinctive urge to indulge in perverse behavior, Yoshihiko at the time believed that his daughter's lower abdomen should still be completely bare.

Yoshihiko threw toilet paper into the toilet and suddenly grabbed the pubic hair with his right hand.

"Ah...it hurts!"

Yako's body arched back in tension.

"You...could it be..."

After a moment's hesitation, Yoshihiko's fingers moved to her crotch, forcefully parting the girl's soft labia and entering her narrow vagina.

"Ah..."

Yako screamed, her body stiffening.

"You despicable slut! When did you eat a man's thing!"

Yoshihiko was completely insane, lost in a bitter hallucination. The index and middle fingers, brutally inserted into the vagina, and the thumb, crushing the clitoris, were mercilessly ravaging the still-immature genitals as if filled with hatred.

The squelching sound of flesh and fluid rubbing together only fueled Yoshihiko's frenzy. Her young genitals were pinched and twisted by her father's fingers, almost breaking them.

He was going to ruin them…!

This sensation, along with the endless, throbbing pain surging through her groin, chilled Masako to the bone.

"It hurts… it hurts… help… Daddy!"

Masako screamed, nearly fainting, her body stiff with agony.

"Damn it! I'll punish you! Punish you! Stand up!"

Yoshihiko suddenly released his daughter's vulva, grabbed Masako's hair, and as he stood up, tore her skirt off.

"Ah!…"

Before she could even scream, Masako was hoisted onto her father's shoulder and taken back to her room. Fear made her convulse; she couldn't even kick or resist.

Yoshihiko sat on the sofa, placing her naked buttocks on his lap, removing the briefs wrapped around her legs, and then stroked his daughter's buttocks with

his right palm , as if checking their shape.

"Daddy...please forgive me...I'm sorry...it's my fault!"

"No! I can't forgive you!"

With that, Yoshihiko raised his right hand and slapped his daughter's bottom with all his might.

A crisp sound rang out.

"Ah..." Yako cried out.

Red handprints appeared on her snow-white bottom.

Yako felt her father's erect penis beneath her, even through his pants.

His slaps continued mercilessly. With each strike, Yako arched her back against his lap, her legs bouncing.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I won't do it again! Please forgive me!"

Tears streamed down Yako's face. Childhood memories and reality mingled strangely in the pleasurable stinging sensation on her bottom.

"I won't do it again! You're not lying! You promise!"

"Yes! Daddy, I promise I'll never do it again."

His daughter's bottom, pitifully stained red, must have been burning with pain. Yoshihiko's penis, pressed against his daughter's body, also swelled to the point of pain.

He lowered Masako from his lap, letting her lie face down on the sofa with her knees on the floor. Yoshihiko came behind his daughter, squatted down, and looked down at her buttocks. One hand began to caress her bare buttocks as if with great affection.

Masako's heart clenched. There was nothing like this in her childhood memories. After an apology and forgiveness, she would only receive a light kiss on her buttocks and regain her freedom. But now her father had taken away the freedom of her hands and made her raise her buttocks, bringing his face so close that his breath could reach her buttocks as he caressed her.

"What a lovely buttocks, these are mine, I will never give them to anyone!"

Her father's voice sounded like a dream, and the feeling of his long beard rubbing against her already allergic buttocks made Masako shiver.

"Daddy! No! What are you doing!"

At this moment, Yoshihiko could no longer hear anything and forcefully pushed away.

"Oh! Daddy, no!"

The innocent Masako peeking out from her buttocks in front of him, even when she wasn't drunk, was enough to make any man lose his mind; she was so alluring.

Yoshihiko was drawn in, pressing his face against his daughter's buttocks, driven only by instinct.

"Oh... ah..."

The father's thumb parted her labia, from the clitoris brimming with nectar to her panting anus, licking the sensitive spot that held all her sweet nerves with his tongue, licking with such persistence.

"Ah... no... ah..."

No matter her state, a woman's body couldn't withstand such persistent tongue caresses. Yako writhed, her breathing rapid, even letting out moans.

Her body, barely sixteen and not yet fully mature, was still sensitive; this sensation caused her to overflow with aphrodisiac-like nectar, arousing men.

"That place... no... ah..."

The father's tongue licked not only her vulva but also her anus.

For Yoshihiko, this was the first time in her life she had experienced such a sweet and urgent feeling. Several boys had already inserted their penises into her vagina with immature techniques, driven by instinct, but she had never experienced such tenderness as having his tongue inserted into her anus.

Because he was her father, because he was her biological father…

Yako trembled uncontrollably at the sweet thrill emanating from within her. The feeling of being humiliated by being bound and forced into lewd positions had become the source of Yako's sweet thrill.

"Daddy… ah… Daddy…"

The sweet, provocative juices, and all the sweet, provocative toys between her legs, were an inexhaustible treasure trove of pleasure for Yoshihiko.

Her anus, probably untouched by anyone, still only knowing shame, would soon experience a sweet thrill from her biological father's caressing tongue.

This was the kind of punishment only a biological father could deliver. Yako, do you know? How much Daddy loves you! Scolding is proof of love.

Just as his daughter was unknowingly engulfed by the surging waves of orgasm, Yoshihiko drifted from his frenzy into a dream, then indulged in the same climax as his daughter.

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"Daddy... wake up, it's morning."

Hearing Masako's voice above him, Yoshihiko awoke from his deep sleep, a slight throbbing in his head, momentarily disoriented.

"Daddy, please untie the ropes."

Yoshihiko turned to look at the sofa from which the voice had come.

Masako lay face down on the sofa, one hand bound behind her back, looking at Yoshihiko with pleading eyes. Her upper body was clad in a sailor-style school uniform, but nothing covered her lower body.

His memories returned: after his daughter's punishment on the buttocks, he had caressed her obscene private parts with his mouth before falling asleep on the floor.

"I'm going to school..."

"School? Who knows if you're really going?"

"Dad, I'm not lying to you. I've promised I'll never do anything bad again!"

"You completely deceived me in the past. Do you think I'd believe you so easily?"

After saying that, Yoshihiko stood up and walked out of the room alone.

"Dad..."

Masako couldn't guess her father's intentions. But when she saw him return with thin, iron-like objects in his hands, she couldn't help but tense up. It turned out that the punishment for her wasn't over yet.

"I'll let you go to school, but I'll make sure you can't do anything bad even if you want to, understand?"

Masako couldn't object. Now, she had no choice but to obey her father.

Yoshihiko picked Masako up, and then he saw that his sixteen-year-old daughter's newly grown pubic hair was particularly dazzling in the morning light.

Yoshihiko came behind Masako.

"I'm going to use this lock to firmly insert the most important part of a woman's body."

After saying that, he wrapped the lock around Masako's crotch. Then he locked the two ends together with the lock, and two locks were deeply embedded between the sixteen-year-old's soft thighs.

"Ouch...!"

"It's alright, you'll get used to it soon. The key is with Daddy."

Yoshihiko put the key in his pocket before untying the rope binding his hands.

"Alright, get ready for school. Daddy's relieved now."

Masako stroked her numb wrists marked by the rope, bent her head as if avoiding her father's gaze, and walked out of the room. Resistance would only result in more severe punishment; she had no choice but to accept her fate.

However, the lock between her legs rubbed against her tender flesh with every step, causing pain and itching in her lower body.

She put on her panties and a new skirt, changed into her sweat-soaked bra and top, and left the house, holding back tears. The lock between her legs was particularly tight, tormenting Masako's private parts all day long, whether she was sitting or standing.

There was no other way; she had to do this to protect Masako from any bad behavior.

Yoshihiko told himself this. But a sweet shiver made his breathing rapid, and his penis couldn't help but harden. He took a cold shower, but it didn't soften.

Did she inherit her mother's bloodline? Was she a promiscuous woman like her mother...?

In his hallucination, Masako's shadow overlapped with that of his separated wife, Kazue, her buttocks as high and firm as a Westerner's. Fine, dense pubic hair—everything was just like Kazue's. Perhaps their fetishes were the same...

Yoshihiko involuntarily tightened his penis, which was more erect than usual, recalling the days he and Kazue indulged in perverse lust with various toys.

"Tie me up," Kazue said first.

But what man wouldn't be captivated by a woman whose breasts were entangled in rope, whose vulva was completely wet even with the rope between her legs, whose entire body flushed red with shame and pain, whose beautiful face contorted in sobs?

Kazue's body, when tightly bound, emitted a mysterious, alluring glow, exuding a decadent fragrance. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this beauty was born for bondage.

For a man, what could be more pleasurable than to have a bound, deprived, shamefully exposed, and even more alluring body manipulated and humiliated at will?

Using candles, dildos, and enemas to push beauty to its limits, and enjoying the pleasure, the two escalated their actions even further.

Trembling and moaning from the hot wax, the dildo vibrating deep inside her vagina, Kazue cried out in unrestrained ecstasy, suppressing the urge to defecate, her brow contorted in pain. After expelling her filth, Kazue reached the pinnacle of shame.

"Please...please...torture my wanton asshole with your thing..."

Kazue's frenzied lewdness could only be described as abnormal; her head shook, her hair disheveled, her sweaty body convulsing and trembling, constantly emitting moans, reaching multiple orgasms, each time her rectum contracting and spasming, clamping tightly around Yoshihiko's penis.

In the long afterglow of her orgasm and the silence, intoxicated by the sweet fragrance emanating from her sweaty body, while simultaneously licking the rope marks left on her body, was also a great pleasure for Yoshihiko.

But after he learned of this pleasure, Kazue ran away.

Why? Why did this happen?!

The hatred welling up inside him caused Yoshihiko's fleshy weapon to tremble violently when Hejiang's naked body overlapped with Masako's, ejaculating a stream of white semen.

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During class, Masako couldn't help but want to cry out countless times. The flat chair had the same effect on her chained lower body as a sex toy.

The friction of the chains caused a sharp pain in her lower back. But what surged from deep within her groin was no longer pain, but undeniably, a wanton pleasure.

Even changing the position of her buttocks, rearranging her leg overlap, or slightly lifting her buttocks, the sweet current from her groin to her back muscles still pounded periodically. Each time, Masako bit her hand tightly to avoid making a whimper.

But the whimpers from above caused her vaginal walls to overflow with a sticky fluid, like whimpers. After each class, Masako had to run to the toilet because that pleasure turned into the urge to urinate, tormenting her lower abdomen.

Once inside the toilet and locked, she could no longer help but whimper.

Pulling down her briefs, the crotch area of the briefs she had just changed into that morning was already soaked.

But this was bearable; compared to the humiliation of urinating, it was nothing.

Squatting on the toilet, the chain mercilessly dug into her parted thighs. Without using her fingers to pry open her labia, twisted and contorted by the chain, she couldn't urinate.

Women can't control their urine like men. The initial spray of urine flew in unwanted directions along the chain. Not only were her pubic hair and buttocks soaked, but it also splashed outside the toilet, wetting her shoes.

Fortunately, it didn't splash onto her briefs. But having to use her briefs to cover the cruelly dug chain between her thighs—what a humiliation!

Masako hated her father. Even after such humiliation, returning to the classroom and sitting in her chair, her physical arousal was still intense.

Barely managing to hold on until the last of the fourth period, she requested to leave early, citing illness. Amidst the pointing fingers of her classmates, Masako quickly left the school.

She desperately wanted to get revenge on her father, so she went directly to his accomplices. Once there, cutting the chains would be easy, and her itchy body would find solace.

She never wanted to go back to that kind of home again…

Even with these thoughts, she inexplicably ran towards home.

No matter what, she should go home first and get her clothes.

Masako explained to herself this way.

No one was home. The room was as usual, except for a rope that had tormented her all night on the sofa.

Masako's body revived the scene in the toilet—the slaps to her buttocks, the licking sensation there.

Now, showering was the first priority. Her genitals, wet with urine, felt incredibly dirty, so Masako immediately took off her school uniform and underwear. She

rushed into the bathroom, but for some reason, she suddenly felt an urge to see herself in a humiliating position.

There was a large mirror by the door, and Masako, as if seeing something terrifying, stood trembling in front of it.

To her surprise, what Masako saw wasn't the filthy, obscene chains binding her, but her ugly, miserable naked body. The chains, like ornaments, pierced her skin, smoothing her pubic hair. Wrapped around her lower body, the nakedness made the woman even more alluring, radiating a seductive glow, a beauty that shocked even herself.

Why? Why is this happening...?

Yako looked back and forth between her reflection in the mirror and her real self, involuntarily beginning to caress her naked body.

When she squeezed her legs together, the chains adorning her lower body created a seductive, sweet tension in her thighs. Where else could she find such beautiful ornaments? Not just on her lower body, but if there were chains on her chest, on her breasts, the nakedness would be even more alluring. Yako gazed at her reflection in the mirror, entranced.

That's it... there! Where did Dad take this out...?

Yako had known for a long time that there was a mysterious leather case in the cupboard. But she hadn't known the purpose of the ropes or chains inside, or the various small props, until this moment. This was understandable, as it had happened more than two years ago.

Her heart began to pound abnormally. Masako took a suitcase from the cupboard and opened it tremblingly in front of the full-length mirror.

Just as she remembered, the suitcase contained a chain and various shaped dildos.

Her father and mother used these…

Her heart felt like it had been electrocuted!

This one and this one were inserted there. This thin one… could it be… it must be inserted into the anus.

Masako examined each one in her hands. A strange heat rose within her, and her hands trembled.

After examining each one, Masako picked up the chain and stood in front of the mirror. Her body was flushed and hot, her eyes wet as she gazed into the distance.

With trembling hands, she wrapped the old chain around her chest, once above and once below her breasts, finally tying a knot at her chest, and then looked at the mirror with burning eyes.

It was an unbelievable, lewd, and alluring naked body.

This is my body… my body? Masako was intoxicated by the trembling that surged from the depths of her body.

Bending down to pick up the large, thick dildo was an unintentional action. Pressing it against her breasts and turning it on, she was completely driven by her physical instincts. On her nipples, neck, stomach, thighs… the lewd dildo melted Masako's golden body. Sweet, irritating pleasure came and went like waves, carrying Masako's senses into the abyss of orgasm.

Her breathing became rapid and she sobbed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Unable to stand, she collapsed to the ground, her mind and body overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

"Dad… it's Dad's fault…"

Masako was swallowed by the bottomless orgasm again and again.

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The doorbell rang, causing Masako to reflexively sit up. Lost

in a sweet, numb sensation, she had fallen asleep without realizing it; it was already dark.

"Is that Dad? Wait a minute,"

she said into the intercom, hurriedly pushing her suitcase under the sofa. Without time to unfasten the chain around her neck, she hastily put on her school uniform and skirt, leaving her naked, and rushed to open the door.

The door opened to find not her father, but Fumiya, the leader of her gang.

"I've been waiting for you in front of the school."

He pushed Masako aside and walked inside.

"I heard from your classmates that you left early and went home."

"I can't come in... Dad's home."

Her lie, told in nervousness, was immediately seen through.

"Nonsense! You just called for Dad on the walkie-talkie, have you forgotten?"

Masako was speechless, trembling with fear.

"Just caught once, and you're already scared? Okay, let's go inside and talk."

He entered the living room without taking off his shoes.

"Please, no! Dad'll be back soon." "

That's great, let your dad see how enthusiastic we are."

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Stop pretending to be a good girl, take it off, take off that ugly uniform, take it off now!"

"No! Please, just go!"

"Bastard!"

It was too late to escape now, and Fumiya grabbed her collar, the struggle tearing the uniform.

Chains were visible through the tear.

"What? What is this?"

"Fumiya held Masako tightly around the waist with one hand, and easily peeled off Masako's uniform and skirt with the other.

"Wow! What is this!"

Fumiya saw the lock on her buttocks.

"A lock... I get it!"

She covered her chest and lower abdomen with both hands, but it was no use.

"Is it your father's fetish? Your father is a great pervert too."

Fumiya drooled and leered.

"Come here, I'll take that thing off for you... Come here quickly."

"No... Please spare me!"

Masako squatted there and cried because of intense shame.

"Idiot! I said I'd take that thing off for you, how can you bring me back? Come with me. Staying in a place with this kind of perverted old man won't lead to anything good. Come with me, and I'll take good care of you from now on." As he was about to

pick up Masako and take a step forward, he kicked something.

"Hmm? What is this?"

A corner of a suitcase peeked out from under the sofa, and Fumiya placed it on the sofa and opened it.

"Wow! I can't stand you guys. You don't play with this kind of thing every day, do you? This is really perverted."

Just then,

"Hey!"

It was undoubtedly her father's voice. If she had heard that voice a second later, if she had come in a second later, who knows what would have happened to Masako. But in that instant, Masako had made up her mind.

"Ah... Daddy! Daddy! Help me!"

Masako had forgotten her physical condition and immediately hid behind her father.

"Get out of here! You're all done, get out!"

Fangyan roared angrily.

"Don't talk such nonsense! You perverted old man! Yako is my woman, she can't live without my dick."

"Shut up, I won't give my precious daughter to someone like you!"

"Laughable! What precious daughter! She's a real slut who cries happily while licking my dick, not just my dick, she wants to lick any man's dick, we all call her Yako the Dick-Licking Girl."

Yako almost fainted, feeling like the world was crumbling beneath her feet.

"Shut up when I tell you to! Yako is my darling, I'd rather die than give her to a brat like you!"

"What a great father! Yako! Come with me."

Wenye stepped forward and stood face to face with Fangyan.

"No... I'm Daddy's... Daddy's!"

Anger appeared on Wenye's face, he reached out and grabbed Fangyan's collar, almost hitting him.

"Hmph! You're all perverts."

Without backing down, he had no choice but to lower his hand, cursed fiercely, and walked out.

Hearing the engine, followed by a long silence, Yako finally couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down.

"I'm sorry... Daddy, I'm sorry..." Yako finally knelt down. "Same! Just like your mother! A slut!" With that, he used the belt in his right hand to strike Yako's buttocks hard. "Ah...!" Yako screamed, and a red welt immediately appeared on her snow-white buttocks. Yako fell to the ground, but the belt continued to strike her body. "Do you like men's things that much? Do you like licking?" Yako sobbed, unable to answer, the belt abusing her naked body. "If you like it that much, then lick Daddy's! Lick it!" Yoshihiko lowered his hand, stood with his legs spread in front of Yako, and waited. After a while, Yako slowly got up, brushed the hair that was stuck to her face with sweat and tears, and rested her face against Yoshihiko's crotch. At this moment, Yoshihiko glanced at the woman's expression and was startled, because it was exactly the same as the expression when Kazue was in ecstasy. Yoshihiko's penis was already swollen to its limit. Masako used both hands to pull down the zipper, then her underwear. She gently rubbed her cheek against the exposed penis. "Daddy...I'm so happy..." Masako's voice was hoarse. She then stuck out her tongue and licked her father's erect penis from base to tip, carefully licking back and forth. Her expression of ecstasy was genuine, not feigned. "You silly girl..." Yoshihiko's hand caressed his daughter's head, but his voice was no longer angry. "Did you take that suitcase out?" Masako licked from side to side, nodding as she changed the angle. "The chain on your chest was rolled up by yourself!" Masako nodded again. "Good! Come here." Yoshihiko sat down on the sofa, making Masako squat between her spread legs, and made her take his penis back into her mouth. He then took a candle from the suitcase and lit it with a lighter. "Your mother likes this too..." Yoshihiko held the candle horizontally, placing it on Masako's back as she desperately caressed his penis in her mouth. "Mmm..." Hot wax dripped onto her swollen back, and a moan escaped from her mouth, which was holding his penis. Her whole body tensed. "When...when...did you learn this kind of thing..." Overwhelmed by the incredible skill of her tongue and the exquisite sucking, Yoshihiko's penis trembled, as the wax dripped onto Masako's back, waist, and back again. Each time the wax dripped, Masako moaned, biting his penis with her teeth, seemingly trying to forget the fear of the dripping wax, sucking her father's penis even more desperately. The sweet feeling of his own daughter sucking his penis made Yoshihiko, like a young man, begin to lose patience. "Do you know? You have to swallow every last drop of Daddy's semen." Masako nodded, licking the penis stuffed in her mouth. Yoshihiko pressed Masako's head down with one hand, while forcefully thrusting his hips upwards. "Ugh!" The moment the tip of his penis reached deep into her throat, Yoshihiko's member exploded violently in his daughter's mouth. Her urethra burned like fire, and the accumulated semen gushed out. Masako desperately suppressed the nausea and vomiting, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. After the intermittent urges ended and he ejaculated all his semen, Yoshihiko still held his daughter's head down until the burning afterglow in her urethra completely disappeared, not allowing Masako to spit out his penis. Unable to swallow the semen, she could only tighten her mouth to clamp her father's penis. *Chuckle*... Finally given permission, Masako gently lifted her head and swallowed the semen that had accumulated in her mouth with gurgling sounds. Perhaps very tired, Masako weakly rested her head on her father's shrunken penis. "Ugh..." Yoshihiko also took a deep breath, extinguished the candle, and sat down against the back of the sofa. "You little brat..." Yoshihiko said, stroking his daughter's face. Yako playfully put her father's finger in her mouth. "Tired...it's hot...it hurts..." Yako seemed unwilling to spit it out, continuing to suck on his finger. "I'll let you off this time..." "No...no!" Unexpected words suddenly escaped Yako's lips as she lifted her face. "I'm a bad child, Daddy, I need to be tied up, otherwise I won't be able to take it anymore. Daddy, torture me, use Mommy's methods on me too, tie me up forever!" Yoshihiko felt a sudden, heart-freezing shock. He seemed to understand now the reasons Yako's mother and E had left him. There was a type of woman who always needed a rope around her neck, otherwise she wouldn't do anything. E and Yako were such women. Treating such women with tenderness would only cause them pain; regardless of right or wrong, they needed to be tied up and tortured to the end, only then could such women find joy. "Okay, I understand... Stand up!" Yoshihiko forcefully ripped off his clothes, picked up the rope beside him, and stood up. "I'm going to punish the lewd body your mother passed down to you. I'm going to tie you up until you bleed! Come on, stand up!" Yako completely exposed her naked body, stained with candle wax and sweat, bound with iron, to her father. "Your body is so lewd, I can't educate you like this." Yoshihiko said, pulling down the iron chain on Yako's chest, unlocking the lock, and removing the iron from her waist. "You... are even more lewd than your mother." Yoshihiko stared with burning eyes at the naked body bearing the marks of the iron chain.

"Please, Daddy... hurry up and tie me up... it's so embarrassing..."

Yoshihiko, his hands trembling with excitement, began to bind his daughter's naked body.

"It hurts... Daddy..."

He hadn't expected to use so much force, causing a flush to immediately appear on Yako's body as the ropes dug into her flesh.

"You've seen inside the suitcase, haven't you... use that thing... just like you used on your mother, torture you to the very end!"

"No! No! I want Daddy's, torture me with Daddy's thing, torture me with Daddy's thing in my asshole!"

His penis, now regaining its strength, trembled in Yoshihiko's lower abdomen.

These were lines he'd heard before.

His young asshole, his daughter's unpolluted asshole, Yoshihiko used his hands and burning eyes to part it...

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