[Comparison] (01-02) [Author: Issithlord]

Author: issithlord
Word Count: 4046

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Chapter 1

My dad is a pervert. He started collecting pornographic pictures and videos before my mother passed away. After
many years, he now has a collection exceeding hundreds of thousands of gigabytes. Although he tries to hide his
pornography , he's very careless, and I often see him looking at pornography, so I've known about his bad
habit for a long time, and I also know where he hides it on his computer, online, and on his phone.

When I first discovered my dad's secret, I thought he was a disgusting person, but after a while,
I gradually understood his position as a single father. I know I'm selfish, but I'd rather he look at
pornography than have a girlfriend or remarry. I don't know how my mother could understand her husband's lustful nature;
many of the photos and videos in his collection were saved before their marriage and before my mother passed away.

But there are a few other reasons why I can understand his pornography collection. First, I think my dad's collection
seems to be about searching for the most beautiful aspects of women. I'm not saying he doesn't have any sex videos; his collection has more than
I could ever watch. But the ones I've watched aren't hardcore or particularly perverse,
and the women in them are all beautiful and seem to enjoy sex. They make me feel that sex is a
beautiful thing, not dirty. Secondly, I'm very interested in his collection. I have no sexual experience,
so I'm very interested in sex, and I also have a great body. I like to
compare myself to the women in my dad's collection because I know my body is better than the women my dad watches.

I check my dad's collection almost every day after school to see if he's added anything new. So when I found
a new folder called "Beautiful Vaginas," I immediately opened it. As the folder name suggests,
the photos, animations, and videos are all about vaginas. Although there are different actions, some with penises,
fingers, or toys, and many are just shown in a very ordinary way, 99% of the vaginas look
almost the same: shaved genitals and small, pink labia. These vaginas remind me of my
own. I'm not entirely sure why, but I have very little pubic hair, my labia aren't protruding,
and I've checked—I know my labia and vulva are pink, without any dark purple spots. I
know if there were photos of my vulva, it would definitely be in this folder. And my dad would absolutely adore it, looking at it
every day .

Thinking about this, I realized I couldn't think like that. How could I let my dad see my most private part?

For several days in a row, I kept seeing my dad putting more and more things into the folder. He organized it so neatly
that it was easy to see some were new and many were already there. My dad continued collecting
images of my vulva, and I continued comparing them. I had no reason to believe my vulva was uglier than any other vulva. But
no one, especially no man, came to judge and say my vulva was the most beautiful, so I couldn't truly
know if my vulva was truly beautiful and better than others.

I don't know why, but I was very troubled by this, so when my dad started separating the photos and videos of my vulva
into folders called "Good Vulva," "Superior Vulva," and "Beautiful Vulva," I came up with a crazy idea. I thought of
taking a picture of my own vulva and putting it in my dad's unranked photo folder to see
where he'd put it!

I knew it was a bad idea, but I really wanted to know
where a man who knew so much about vulvas would put mine. Besides, he couldn't possibly know he was looking at my vulva. So I took
a few pictures of my vulva, chose the best one, and put it on my dad's computer.

That night, I was so excited and shy that I giggled all night, making my dad think I'd taken the wrong
medicine.

The next day, I absentmindedly waited for school to end so I could go home and check where my dad had put my
vulva . When I found that my dad had put the picture of my vulva in the "Beautiful Vulva" folder, I was ecstatic.
I felt like I'd never been so happy in my life. But after a while, I felt ashamed because I had let my
own father see my most private part.

That night, every time my dad looked at me, I felt like he was looking at my vulva. Of course, I knew he
wasn't looking there, but I still couldn't accept what I had done. I honestly don't know why I
impulsively did something that would affect my entire life.

A few days later, I stopped feeling ashamed, because my dad couldn't possibly know that the person in the photo was me,
that the vagina was mine. He continued collecting images of vaginas as if he knew nothing.

Soon after, I discovered he started ranking the vaginas in his "Beautiful Vaginas" collection. And my vagina's photo was number
one . Although I knew this was the consequence of doing something wrong, I was still very happy that my vagina was
number one in my dad's eyes. I never imagined that I would be number one in the eyes of a man who had seen hundreds of thousands of vaginas.
I was so happy that when he came home, I gave him a bear hug. We don't hug each other often, so he was naturally
surprised that I did that. He must have thought I had gone crazy again.

That night, I was too excited to sleep. Maybe that's why I don't remember
feeling ashamed of what I had done. I even wanted to take another photo to add to his collection
because I wanted to know if my vagina could still be number one or two. I decided I wouldn't be able to sleep unless I took another
picture of my vulva. So I spent half an hour photographing my most private area before I felt I
had taken a picture I liked. This picture showed my vulva slightly open because my labia
were small , and you could see my hymen in the photo. I thought about how much my dad would like this picture and finally fell asleep.

Chapter Two:

After I put the second picture I took into my dad's computer, I was looking forward to seeing how he would arrange it. But he
seemed to be just collecting photos and videos and didn't notice my new picture. This made me very unhappy, and I
was angry with him for a few days.

I also noticed that although he was collecting images these days, there weren't many. I had no choice but to wait for him
to discover the existence of that picture. A few days later, he finally put the new picture first, and the previous picture
second. When I saw this, I was, of course, overjoyed.

The night I noticed my dad had moved the photos, he looked at me several times, as if he wanted to ask me a
question . But he never did. I was too naive to think he hadn't noticed anything because he had made those
movements.

A few days later, I had the urge to add another photo, but my dad didn't seem to be collecting
any more pornographic material, making it impossible for me to add a new photo without him noticing.

Then, my worst fear came true. My dad put another photo of a vagina at the top. I
was furious with my dad all night. And he just smiled at my temper. I know I'm acting like a child, but I
want to have the prettiest vagina!

This ranking didn't change for a week. I admit that the top-ranked vagina is beautiful, but I can't see
how it's prettier than mine. So I decided to take another photo. In this photo, I
pulled up my clitoris, exposing the entire clitoris. Because my dad put my photo second,
I didn't care if he might suspect me or find out what I had done.

The night I put the new photo on the computer, just as I was about to go to bed, my dad knocked on my bedroom door.
I found it strange that he was looking for me so late, and I was momentarily startled that he had discovered what I had done. But I still
said, "Come in."

My dad looked at me with a puzzled expression as I entered my room. He didn't speak immediately. I knew he
must not know how to ask his daughter about pornography. I was also very nervous about what might
happen . But he still asked, "Have you...have you...used my computer recently?"

I had never lied to my dad before, although lying was the best option in this situation, but I
really didn't want to start lying to him. And I also wanted to ask him why my photo was second in the list, and
what he thought of my vagina. I just nodded.

My dad saw me nod and sat down in my chair. He didn't say anything for a moment, but kept looking at
the floor and then at me. I knew he wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out. Finally, he said,
"Do you know...of course you know...what's on my computer...right?"

I nodded again.

"Then..." my dad began, blushing. “I admit I have a lot of… pornography…
but I didn’t mean for you to find out. I know I live alone with my young daughter, and I shouldn’t be collecting pornography,
but I can’t stop…”

I remained silent, saying nothing.

My dad continued, “I’m sorry I’m not a good father, treating women like objects and making you feel
uncomfortable…”

I said, “Dad…”

My dad interrupted me, “But I really can’t stop!” He stood up, walked
a few steps away from me, and continued, “I hope you don’t mind me continuing to collect pornography… and…
and…” He didn’t finish. He turned around, looking like he was about to leave my room, but
he took two steps and stopped. He took a deep breath, looked at me again, and walked back the two steps he had taken, asking me, “Where…
where did you find those two photos?”

My dad realized that I had put those two photos on his computer. For a moment, I didn’t know whether to tell him that the two
photos were of my own vagina, or to make up a story. But in the end, I didn’t answer his question, but asked him
myself , “How did you know that I put the photos on your computer?”

My dad looked at me in surprise. He must have been wondering why he asked me the question first, but I ended up asking him one.
He thought for a moment before answering, "Those three photos...those three photos...are so unforgettable...I
couldn't possibly forget where I found them."

When I heard him say "unforgettable," I couldn't help but smile. But then I immediately remembered that he had put
another picture of a vulva in front of mine. So I asked him, "Then why did you put another picture of a vulva in
front of...the picture I put in?"

My dad's eyes widened when I said "mine." He seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted.
But he still seemed to want to understand, and he asked, "You mean 'mine'?"

Although I wanted to tell him the truth, I wasn't ready to say it, so I asked again, "
Why did put the 'unforgettable' picture second and third?"

My dad was also very agitated at this point. I guessed it was his reaction to not getting the answer he wanted. He sighed and
asked , "After I answer you, will you answer my question?"

"That depends on whether I like your answer!"

"Okay, okay," my dad said. "Actually, when I saw the first photo you posted, I doubted how I
could possibly forget seeing it and collect it." He paused, looked at me, and continued, "When I
saw the second photo, I knew it couldn't be that I forgot to collect it. I've been collecting for so long, I
couldn't possibly forget such... such beautiful... genitals!" My dad's face turned even redder, and he looked at the ground before
continuing, "I know only you could put the photos on my computer. I was
going to ask you the day I saw the second photo... but I didn't know how to tell my daughter this... I didn't know how to explain my
bad habit of collecting pornography to you... and I didn't have proof, although I didn't prove it tonight either... but I've been
waiting for new photos because I don't want to see any of the other photos or videos, I just want to see this..."

When I heard him say this, I almost burst out laughing. He replied, "I'm telling the truth. I
've been searching for those two photos ever since I saw them, looking for any others. I've looked at tens of thousands of women's
genitals; I usually collect some... but I don't have a single photo or video saved... I
just want to find genitals like those two photos..." My dad seemed lost in his own world at that moment, but
after a while, he came to his senses and said, "Your... I realized later that you might not have any other photos to
put in... or because they're already number one or two, you don't need to put in any new photos, so I
thought of a way to let you add one..." "

So you used another photo to provoke me...? To make me think that other people's genitals are better than mine... my
genitals?" I felt I should tell the truth.

My dad turned his face away. He sighed a few times and didn't say anything.

I asked him again, "You didn't answer me!"

"Yes!" my dad answered loudly. But he calmed down and said, "I just wanted you to add another one..."
"New photos... but no one's genitals are prettier than yours..."

I was so happy to hear my dad, a man who's so knowledgeable about vaginas, say that no one can compare to my
genitals . But what's going to happen from now on? How are we going to get along?

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