episode_0013

“Ha, I’m full!”

Mina ate the entire large sirloin steak.

Rather, I left it behind.

Even though it is less tenderloin than sirloin.

But Mina even ate everything I had left.

Is it still in the growth phase?

“Dad, what should I do if he doesn’t eat like that? Thanks to you, my stomach feels like it’s going to explode.”

“It went well. My daughter is so thin that she needs to eat some.”

“Huing…! Dad, that’s too much!”

My daughter grabbed my hand and put it inside her top.

“Look at this! You’re hungry because of Dad.”

I felt my daughter’s soft belly between my fingers and palm.

It felt even softer because it contrasted so well with my hands, which were ruined by age and alcohol.

But here’s the thing…

The behavior shown now… doesn’t look that good.

It’s an older man putting his hand up a young woman’s top…

[what? that?]

[Go to the original Kyozen.]

[Isn’t this Papa Katsu?]

I can hear the whispering around here.

Mina was holding my hand and smiling, whether she knew it or not.

“This is where it jumped out. If this continues, more than my breasts will come out.”

My daughter’s pouty face.

But I started sweating profusely.

“Please take my daughter’s hand away.”

“I don’t like it.”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with dad touching his daughter’s belly?”

“Well…that looks strange to those around you. So…”

“I don’t like it. I won’t take it out.”

My daughter had no intention of letting go.

I have no choice.

Swish!

I pulled my hand away with force.

“Kya!”

My daughter seemed momentarily surprised because I pulled it out as if I were quickly pulling out a tablecloth.

“Dad…what is it.”

“I’m sorry, daughter.”

Mina’s face completely stiffened.

He glared at me without saying anything, then immediately turned around and started walking away.

“Mi…Minaya, where are you going?”

There was no answer when I called.

A reaction that Minah rarely had.

However, this is a reaction I often see from my ex-wife.

When I thought about my wife, I started getting irritated.

But this is my daughter’s first time.

okay.

My daughter grew up well despite my shortcomings.

I guess I’ll have to accept this…

My daughter moved quickly, and I followed her, slightly distant.

I thought about the situation just a moment ago.

I don’t know why my daughter was so angry.

I wasn’t that upset about my daughter removing her hand from touching her stomach.

People were whispering, and we were getting attention.

That wasn’t attention in a good way either.

I didn’t really care.

But my daughter’s reputation was a problem.

What if there is someone here who is my daughter’s friend or who is planning to enroll in the same school?

What if you see me acting strangely?

Surely bad rumors will start to spread about your daughter at school.

That’s a no-no.

But my daughter doesn’t seem to know how I feel.

When things didn’t go his way, he threw a tantrum like a child.

In times like this, you should never treat them like children.

I know how my daughter feels about me.

likes me

It would be like pretending to hate something like this.

He wants me to approach him.

However, if you approach them like they are children, it will only backfire.

I just follow her until she gets tired and asks me again for what she wants.

This amusement park is divided into indoor and outdoor areas.

My daughter started going outdoors.

My daughter stands and looks at me.

I stop and look at her.

With an apologetic face.

Without saying anything.

“…………Pa.”

It was so far away that I couldn’t hear it properly.

My daughter sighed as I watched, not knowing what to do.

“….Bo.”

My daughter turns around again and heads out toward the outdoor amusement park.

“It must be cold……”

february.

Although spring has passed and the strong cold has eased… it’s still too cold to go out wearing just that school uniform.

The wind was strong enough to shake the car.

A weekday evening with no one around.

And in this cold weather, no one wanted to go to the outdoor amusement park.

Sigh.

My daughter puts her hand to open the door leading to the outdoors.

“Dad…..I guess he has no choice.”

“…What?”

Kuuk.

My daughter started to open the door.

and…

Buuung!

The moment the door was opened, a small vortex was created to force the cold air inside…

Whiiing!

The wind blowing upward from below instantly lifted my daughter’s skirt upward.

My daughter’s skirt lifted and her buttocks were spread out before my eyes.

20 years old.

The age of adulthood when all growth is complete.

My daughter’s butt had grown to the size and shape that humanity most desires today.

Dry, soft skin that looks like it was sprinkled with baby powder.

It resembled a ripe peach.

……

…why?

Is my daughter’s butt right in front of me at this amusement park?

“Uh…huh??”

It was a daughter who only wore modest underwear.

I was a child who only wore modest panties that covered all of my buttocks.

But…the panties I saw before my eyes were not the panties I had known until now.

It was a black thong with a colorful pattern that exposed all of the buttocks.

“…Mi…Minaya!!!!”

I took off my outerwear.

Fortunately, the school uniform I rented was quite generous in size, so I was glad I had a t-shirt underneath.

She covered her daughter’s rolled up buttocks with her outer garment.

“You…!! Oh my…why are you wearing underwear?!! Where did you get it, huh?”

“…It’s natural to want to look pretty.”

“What?”

“Because I’m a woman too…I want to look pretty!! But I held on! Because of my dad…I endured it because of my dad!”

“…What??”

“Because dad wanted to be calm!!”

……

It was a shock.

I?

when?

I wasn’t interested in my daughter’s clothes.

To be precise, I tried not to touch it.

Bad way.

For example, they tried to allow everything except tattoos.

It was a time anyway.

Usually, I dress that way because I want to be different from others.

I thought it would be best to get them to try it quickly and make them realize that they don’t have to do it.

But my daughter didn’t do it.

The clothes were always modest.

It was like that at home too.

Her pajamas were always thick pants pajamas made of microfiber in all four seasons.

The length of the school uniform skirt was long, and she usually wore modest pants for everyday wear.

So I thought my daughter didn’t like exposure that much.

‘okay. ‘If my daughter starts wearing skirts, everyone will go crazy.’

It is true that I felt somewhat reassured.

My daughter…is really pretty.

He looks cute because he’s a dad, but other men will probably… roll their eyes.

A loose box tee and straight jeans.

I also wore my school uniform one size larger.

I did my best not to reveal my daughter’s beautiful body like that.

I don’t even wear makeup there.

Even in high school… or even middle school, kids these days dress up in a unique way.

At a school I’ve been to once or twice, the level of decoration of female students these days is excessive.

To put it bluntly, I saw a lot of girls who dressed like bar girls.

In comparison, my daughter was a well-behaved model student.

So it was so good.

But that was an illusion.

My daughter…she was just doing that because of me.

however…

But…

“…Have I ever told my daughter to do that?”

Yes.

I have never forced my daughter to dress modestly.

I left financial power to my daughter early on.

Credit card in family name.

This was used to replace daily necessities and pocket money needed at home.

As a man, I didn’t know much about women’s clothing.

[Daughter…It’s because Dad doesn’t know much about what girls wear. So, can your daughter live alone?]

[huh!! A lot of clothes at large supermarkets! You can buy it! dad!]

That’s why I told my child to buy the clothes he wanted and wear them.

It was the clothes of his own choosing.

I never forced it.

“Dad said that when he came to school! What did you say to your nicely dressed friend!!”

ah……

okay.

that’s right…..

Back then…when I was in middle school…

I’ve only had that happen once.

Anyone could see that it was severe.

She shortened her skirt to the point where her panties were visible and unbuttoned her front blouse, exposing her cleavage.

No one pointed out such a child.

[Kids these days dress a little harshly.]

[who? Ah, Ayun? ]

[Students look more beautiful when they dress like students…]

…and that was it.

A criticism that doesn’t feel like criticism.

Is that why your daughter was so wrapped up in it?

“Because that friend was in the theater department, he had no choice but to dress like that. But I couldn’t say it. Because I didn’t want to confront my dad.”

“Um…Hey…Minya…wait a minute…”

“I’m not a student anymore. I’m an adult. Now that I’m an adult, I want to be pretty too!! So!!”

My daughter grabbed the outer garment I had covered her with and threw it away.

“Don’t cover me like this!!”

“Mi…Minaya.”

“Look at me!! This is the real me!!”

Minah was crying.

…..

okay.

Her desires have been repressed.

I wanted to be a good daughter to myself.

But it was the exact opposite of what he wanted.

I went from a child to an adult.

I was also accepted to the best universities in Korea.

He did everything he could for his parents.

It will be a compensation mentality.

Now, he wanted to be recognized for his true self by the person who bound him.

I saw Mina.

It was beautiful.

I felt like a celebrity.

No, she was more beautiful than a celebrity.

If Minah had told me sooner, I wouldn’t have stopped her from wearing anything.

But… I couldn’t do that because my daughter’s mind was too mature.

I approached my daughter.

“Don’t come, Dad! I won’t cover it up! do not do that! So…”

Come on.

I hugged Mina.

“I’m sorry… my daughter.”

“Ah…?”

“Dad was dull…he didn’t know what his daughter wanted.”

“……”

“My daughter. My daughter is more beautiful and prettier than anyone else.”

Stroke your child’s head.

My daughter’s hair is soft.

Just like silk.

Her hair wasn’t as frizzy as usual.

How much time did it take to decorate like this?

It’s my fault.

That’s why I need to apologize to my daughter.

“Dad… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for not knowing what your daughter wants.”

my chest.

The area where my daughter’s face was buried began to become moist little by little.

“You can do whatever your daughter wants. Because a father only needs a daughter. Because I don’t want anything.”

Come on.

Before I knew it, my daughter’s arms began to grab my waist.