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chisaki would consider his parenting to be perfectly balanced, gentle but firm that would make his dearest daughter eri obedient and respectful. he had been putting up this personality ever since he was given custody of the girl. he trained himself to be not too strict to raise suspicions, and not too lax either that eri could grow spoiled.
it was smooth sailing when she was little. eri is quiet, does what she’s told. she was satisfied with whatever fatherly affection chisaki could spare her.
she was growing up according to his plans. he was satisfied. then she grew older and thats when the real problems started.
he chalks it up to eri being at that age , but its been years and they celebrated her 16th birthday just recently and she was still…
he doesnt know where he went wrong. eri was becoming more sociable and would ask him if she “could stay out after school? my friends want to go shopping,” and “dad, i spilled my new perfume, can you buy me a new one?” and of course, being the same gentle parent he was supposed to be, he had bent over backwards trying to get her whatever she wanted, letting her go on her little adventures. it all boiled down to one problem: she had grown spoiled.
she simply had to ask and he would provide, nothing in return.
“im back!” oh, and here she is. her voice echoed through the house and chisaki decided against going downstairs to greet her, turning to his computer to pretend to work instead. eri barges into his office moments later, shopping bags hanging from her arms.
setting the bags down on the floor, eri approaches him, arms open motioning an embrace. chisaki puts his hand up. “hold it. take a shower first.” the girl’s arms drop to her side and she gives him an apologetic smile. “im sorry, dad!”
x
eri shows up in his office 20 minutes later, smelling like strawberries and candy. she wore a nightgown that could hardly be called a gown, the fabric’s fluffy hem ending just a few inches above her knees. the garment bounced as she approached him.
he’d noticed how much she’s grown, too. it wasnt an unwelcome thought that he’d started looking at her differently. what was he do to, when she’d be in the house wearing those tiny dresses? she sits on the couch with her knees up to her chest, and she lays down on with her legs stretched out, her dress hiking up dangerously high, never considering that her father might see her.
still seated at his desk, chisaki turned to her. eri leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “im back!”
“where were you? i had dinner without you.”
“out with my friends!”
his brow furrows, he specifically remembers telling her to be home before dinner. he knows she’d seen his message and decided to disobey him. proper disciplinary action was in order.
immediately he thought about just the thing to teach her a proper lesson, something she’ll remember for the rest of time.
as eri talked about her little excursion with her friends, he eyes her chest, all the way down to her soft thighs just underneath her nightgown.
x
this was the last thing chisaki was hoping to happen, but that evening eri sat across him at the dinner table and confessed: “dad, this boy in my class told me he liked me.”
“he wants to take me to the amusement park! i think it’ll be fun. will you let me?” she sounded excited. the surge of rage and jealousy took over within seconds, the way eri’s cheeks turned pink as she mentioned it made his stomach turn.
it wasnt uncommon for girls her age to start dating. but she wasnt those other girls, she was his daughter and he raised her differently.
chisaki exhaled through his nose. “i wont allow this.” eri’s face fell.
“what?!” eri’s voice was a pitch higher as she cried out, shocked that her father had rejected her.
“ive been disappointed in your behavior recently,” he said. eri, confused and bewildered, didnt take liking to a scolding and got up from the table. “y-youre so mean!” she shrieked. her voice irritated his ears. “you never let me have any fun!” on the contrary, he thought. he provides her with everything she wants and makes sure she’s comfortable, yet she repays his kindness with tantrums. he frowns and eri’s eyes begin welling up with tears. sniffling, she wipes her eyes with her arm and runs to her room, her food barely touched.
x
a knock on her door. two knocks. “darling, open the door.” chisaki said. eri was probably hiding under her sheets again. “no!” she was really incredibly sensitive. just the slightest inconvenience and she’s running to him crying, but this time it was him she was running away from. chisaki clicked his tongue and walked back to his office. rummaging through his drawers he fishes out the key to eri’s room.
“get out!” eri wails when he enters her room. she curls up into a ball in the middle of her bed, refusing to even look at him. he pinches the bridge of his nose. she’s always like this.
he stood at the foot of her bed and crossed his arms, “eri, look at me. now.” his demanding tone made eri freeze under her blanket, frightened.
the girl eventually peeks out from under her bedsheets and emerges, hair a complete mess. “you’re too young to be accepting advances from those pathetic boys from your classes.”
eri’s lip quivered, too afraid to say anything back. chisaki continues. “you’re still such a little girl. look at you, one scolding and you’re reduced to a crying mess.”
“n-no! i—“
“and youre nothing but a spoiled brat.”
eri frowned, trying to defy him still. perhaps sending her to school was the one mistake, he overlooked how much outside influence would get to her by exposing her to so many people. at that very moment he considers homeschooling her himself after her second term.
“and now you speak to your father with such disrespect…im ashamed of you.” his eyes narrow and eri’s widen in shock. she’s never heard him say that before.
“i suppose you dont love me anymore then, because youre behaving this way?” he says, disappointed, and lets his arms hang limp at his sides for extra effect. that was enough to send eri spiraling into guilt and regret. “n-no!” she cries, sitting up from her nest of blankets. “its—i love you, dad! im sorry!” fat tears roll off her cheeks as she sobs, heels of her hands swiping away at her eyes. “im sorry, im sorry! i wont ever talk to that boy again!” he finds it incredibly easy to break her down, how weak she was. chisaki looks at her crying face, her cheeks red and puffy. eri meanwhile looks at him expectantly, searching his face for any traces of forgiveness. all he does is furrow his brows, and turns to exit her room, closing the door behind him.
x
“…dad? can i come in?”
mere minutes pass and chisaki was back in his office, sitting at his desk with a book. his gaze went to eri’s shy form peeking out from the door. “what is it?” his tone was harsh at just the right amount. eri’s lip quivered and she bit it before stepping into his office before he said she could come in. she walked nervously until she stopped just across him at his desk, trembling hands clasping the hem of her nightgown. “d-daddy,” her voice shook. chisaki had noticed the use of that name as well. she only ever called him daddy if she wanted something, or if she wanted to get on his good side. “a-are you angry with me…?” her voice was faint.
“why would you think that?”
“i-i… i w-wont talk to that boy again. i promise!” she sniffed.
she waited for his response, eyes red from crying, an arm coming up to wipe her face from the tears forming at the corners of her eyes again. chisaki only found it incredibly amusing how pathetic she looked, how easily she walks into his manipulations. he moves his swivel chair backward and pats his lap. “come here.”
eri almost stumbled on her own feet as she hurried around his desk to throw herself onto his lap. she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and straddled his waist with her thighs, sinking into him as she held him tight. chisaki’s hands rest on her back, rubbing her skin up and down. eri tucks her head into the crook of his neck, and sobs. “stop that,” chisaki says. eri ends up crying harder, shaking against his chest. “im sorry, daddy!” she says.
they stay like that, until eri’s breathing steadies and chisaki can feel her relax against him. this was way too easy.
suddenly, his hands snake down to her ass, two slender fingers dipping in between and ultimately settling themselves between the folds of her cunt, over her panties. the tips of his fingers prod against her hole. eri’s eyes snap open. “d-dad..?” she asks, frightened.
chisaki holds her back in place and sinks his fingers further, gliding between her folds until he feels her clit over her panties. he presses and eri squirms against him. “dad! wh-what are you—?!”
“i’m the only one allowed to touch you like this,” he whispered, anger laced in his voice. he held eri in place and started to rub her clit, slow circular motions that made her squeak and struggle against him.
eri manages to pry herself off and sit up, pushing her father away. “y-you cant—!”
“of course i can. im your father.”
“b-but daddies dont—“
“do you think id let another man do this to you? you belong to me,” he grabs her small hand and presses her palm against his groin, and eri’s eyes widen at how hard he feels underneath. “and this is what you do to me.”
“no!” her frightened voice shook and chisaki hooked his fingers onto the waistband of her panties then pulled downwards. eri pulled the elastic in the opposite direction, struggling to keep them on. “filthy girl,” he frowned, “you deny your father yet you’d let those pathetic school boys do this to you.” he ends up ripping the thin fabric as eri cried out, and he discards the torn shreds onto the floor.
“tell me. who took care of you since you were a little girl?” he asked, his arm a tight grip on eri’s waist as his hand went back between the folds of her cunt. at that point, eri was too terrified to move and she resorted to obeying her father in the hopes he would let her off with just this scare. “y-you, daddy…” she answers, the last syllable dissolving into a moan when chisaki continued rubbing her clit.
“thats right. and i know you better than anyone.”
“u-uh huh…”
eri bit her lip and started rocking her hips to his motions, small squeaks and moans escaping her lips, though she intended not to. it felt wrong, for her father to be doing this to her— but at the same time, the pain from earlier was quickly turning into pleasure as she felt her cunt grow hotter, the friction on her clit becoming an addiction.
“then all of you belongs to me.” chisaki firmly said in her ear. then eri felt his hand shift, roughly palming the whole of her cunt, a surprised squeak coming from her. “especially this.” eri could barely process what he was saying, her wet cunt felt hot and sticky and she let out a shaky breath. “o-okay...” she mumbles.
chisaki went back to thumbing her clit at a faster pace this time, which made her buck her hips and grind against his hand, moaning in surprise. “dad!“ she felt two fingers slide into her cunt, effortlessly from how wet she was, and scissor her open. she almost saw stars, this new sensation already proving too much for her as chisaki stretched her open.
she’s wound up and comes loose from his hand, a sob escaping her lips as she shook on his lap.
eri loosens her grip and leans backward, looking her father in the eye. her chest heaves from her climax and chisaki stares back at her. “daddy…” she bites her lip.
“thats enough. you can go back to your room.”
“b-but…”
she looks down and grinds her hips against his clothed erection, the exact reaction chisaki was expecting from her. her cunt was dripping wet and pressed against him, a wet spot forming on his steel gray slacks. “wh-what about you..?” she asks nervously, keeping her head down in shame.
“oh? you’d like to help daddy out?”
a shy nod. “u-uh huh…”
he guides her hands to the zipper on his slacks. “that’s a good girl.”
he remained leaned back on his chair and eri, with shaking hands, fumbles with his pants. unzipping him, she lets out a small gasp as she takes his dick out and holds it with both of her hands. it felt hot and heavy in her grip, and she looked at her father nervously. "d-daddy? wh-what do i do next..?" chisaki couldnt help chuckling this time, combing his fingers through her hair and gripping her nape to bring her closer to him. his other hand goes back to her cunt, a finger slipping inside to prod at her hole. "you put it here, sweetheart." eri was red from her cheeks to her ears and down to her shoulders. she gulps and nods.
her heart was thumping wildly against her chest and her cunt felt incredibly hot as she imagined it going inside of her and stretching her out.
she rises and positions herself, a hand on his dick as she places it just outside of her entrance. suddenly she shuts her eyes, reluctant to go any further. “dad, i dont think—“
chisaki holds her by the hips and sinks her down onto his dick, bottoming out immediately. she cries out, feeling her cunt stretch to adjust to his size. he found himself groaning from how tight she was, and her breath quickened, shaking hands gripping his shirt. “oh! i-it hurts!” chisaki smirked at her pathetic wailing, wanted to see more, though he opted to let her relax before he started to thrust. “deep breaths, angel. just relax.”
“t-take it out! it hurts!” fully sat on his dick she felt her stomach bulge out as she tried her best to even her breathing. chisaki’s gaze flickered down to their union and noticed a smear of red forming on the inside of her thigh. he laughs.
ignoring her further protests, he lifts her up by her hips and starts to thrust. he pulls out, the streak of red more noticeable coming from her cunt, and eri moans and cries in pain as she’s dragged up and down onto him. “dont let daddy do all the work now. you wanted to help me, right?” he said into her ear and despite the stinging between her legs she nods. chisaki lifts the hem of her nightgown and watches her as she starts rocking her hips, riding him slowly, adjusting to him.
eri glides her wet cunt up and down and soon enough it does stop hurting. every time she went down his dick went deep inside of her, hitting her sweet spot. eri moans and quickened her pace, trying her best to hit that spot again and again. “thats it. how do you feel?” chisaki asks, cupping her cheek to which she leans into his touch immediately. “feels…funny…but i like it,” she breathes. her eyes close and her mouth hangs open as she moans once more in pleasure.
placing his hands on her waist he gets up, eliciting a surprised moan from her. she holds onto his shoulders for support and it wasnt long until her back hit the cool wood of his desk and he started to fuck her for real this time.
her eyes were blown wide as chisaki pounded into her quickly and the position allowed him to go as deep as possible, penetrating the deepest parts of her. eri could do nothing but moan and shake underneath him, nails digging into his shoulders and legs wrapping around his waist tightly. “dad! youre too—nh!— y-youre rough—!”
“its so you remember who you belong to.” he thumbs her clit and the sensation is too much for her, she cries and tries pushing his hand away. soon, that familiar feeling in her belly comes back. “daddy! i feel—g-gonna pee,” she squirms underneath him. “t-take it ouut,” eri whined. chisaki felt himself getting closer as well, and he wraps a firm hand around her throat as he fucks into her even harder and rougher. her hands fly up to his wrist, clawing his flesh as she struggles to breathe.
a hard thrust against that spot inside her made her insides twist and unravel as eri climaxes, chisaki releasing his grip loose enough to let her gasp and moan, her thighs spasming as clear liquid gushes out of her cunt. “n-noo,” she chokes out weakly, emptying herself. his desk is wet as well as his legs, and chisaki tightens his grip around her throat once more.
chisaki buries his dick inside of her as deep as possible and he’s driven over the edge soon enough, blowing his load inside of her. eri moans at the feeling of his hot cum filling her up, making her feel so full and spent.
they stay like that as they both catch their breaths, and chisaki is the first one to get up to pull out, eri’s body twitching as his cum leaks out of her and drips down her thighs. he wipes his dick with her nightgown, leaving her panting and lying on his desk with her legs spread open. he smooths hair out of her face. “that wasnt so bad, right? and youve made daddy very happy.”
“happy…” her chest swells with bliss at how she managed to make him so.
“oh, right. that was your playtime. what do we say?”
eri forces a smile from her tired features. she always needs to smile, like he taught her. “thank you, daddy…”
x
the next time, eri comes home straight from school. she tries her best to make it home earlier, even.
fresh from the shower again, she peeks into chisaki’s office. thighs squeezed tightly together. “daddy? are you here?”
as always, chisaki is. “youre home quite early.”
eri hurries into the room, bare feet softly tamping on the wood floor. “i want to play again…”