Chapter 3

The moment Fabian's eyes met mine, he froze for a second. But in the next second when he came back to his senses, he became just as flustered as I was.

He hurriedly pulled up his pants, looking embarrassed. "Lily! When did you get home?"

I quickly removed my wet fingers and lowered my flushed face. "I just got home, Dad. I… I didn't see anything…"

As I mumbled, my fingers clasped tightly behind my back from nervousness and embarrassment.

I was obviously lying, but Fabian did not expose me. He forced himself to remain calm and walked past me. "You should rest early, Lily. I was just… cleaning your room."

"Thank you, Dad."

The rich masculine scent Fabian had left behind lingered in the air. My heart pounded and my face stayed flushed for a long time before I finally gathered the courage to walk into my room.

The first thing I noticed was my teddy bear panties that were now stained with what Fabian had left on them. Carefully, I picked them up.

There was so much. The moment I lifted them, my hand became smeared with it.

"What a strong smell."

As I breathed in Fabian's scent and felt the lingering warmth on my hand, my body immediately grew feverish. It felt as though he had spilled it directly onto me.

"It smells like Dad…"

My legs instinctively pressed together, and images of Fabian's large, imposing member as it released wave after wave instantly filled my mind.

"Honestly, Dad, why is there so much? How am I supposed to wear these now?"

I held the stained panties for a long while before taking them into the bathroom, intending to wash them.

But as I breathed in the strong scent lingering on them, a bold thought suddenly crossed my mind.

I wondered what Dad had left behind… Would it taste delicious?

I admitted that I sometimes had improper thoughts. But with Fabian's scent assaulting my sense of smell, I found it almost impossible to suppress them.

I dabbed a tiny bit onto my fingertip and cautiously brought it to my lips. In an instant, his strong scent filled my mouth.

"Mm… Dad…"

The fantasy of him excited me all over again, and warmth spread through my body. Breathing heavily, I slipped my fingers between my legs, hoping to ease the overwhelming desire.

But at that very moment, Fabian's stern voice suddenly snapped me back to reality. "What are you doing, Lily?"

I was holding my panties in one hand while the other was hidden beneath my skirt.

The moment I turned around, my eyes met his. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"I… I wasn't doing anything, Dad…"

Panicking, I quickly pulled my wet hand away and hid it behind my back. My face flushed crimson as I desperately tried to explain myself like a child who had done something wrong.

"Then, what's this?" Fabian didn't give me a chance to explain.

My usually stern stepfather suddenly strode forward and grabbed my wrist.

"The evidence is right here. What are you trying to deny? Who taught you to do this?" he questioned in a harsh voice, gripping my damp fingers tightly.

Hearing his aggressive tone, I felt more ashamed than ever. So much so that I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.

I could only lower my head and explain in a tiny voice, "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to…"

There was nowhere for me to hide under his gaze. He held me firmly in his arms, and all I could breathe in was his intensely masculine scent of a mature man.

My body trembled uncontrollably.

I was ashamed that I'd been caught, but at the same time, I could not help feeling excited that he had seen me like this.

Fabian's burning gaze wandered over my body. It was as if he could touch me with his gaze. It ignited a burning sensation everywhere it touched.

A soft moan escaped me. Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together. The dampness between my thighs only made me feel more embarrassed, and my legs trembled so badly that I could barely remain standing.

Then, as though he had suddenly gone mad, Fabian turned me around forcefully and pinned me against the bathroom sink.

"Stop, Dad… That hurts…"

His rough movements hurt me. I let out a muffled cry. My thighs instinctively squeezed together, only to push my butt harder against his manhood.

Before I could even struggle, Fabian, who was still holding me down, pulled off his belt and freed the large, swollen rod that had long been straining beneath his pants.

"I never taught you any of this. Where did you learn such bad habits? Has anyone else ever shown you something like this?"

Even through my skirt, it brushed against my backside. From time to time, it prodded the soft flesh that had turned red from Fabian's forceful kneading.

Biting my lip, I forced out broken words between my moans. "N-No… Ah… No, Dad… I haven't… I haven't seen anyone else's…"

"So you hadn't seen one, but you wanted to. You've become quite a lewd girl. Looks like you've really gone astray," Fabian chided.

Hearing the harshness in his voice, I lifted my tear-filled eyes.

In the mirror, I caught sight of the large thing behind me. It was thick and imposing… and so very big!

My heart skipped a beat.

The tender place between my legs grew even wetter.

Fabian teased, "So excited already? What a naughty girl…"

When his broad hand touched the dampness between my legs, he smiled and pressed firmly.

The jolt of electricity it sent down my body made me go weak. I trembled feebly against him and finally cried in earnest with burning desire.

"Dad, please… Ah… Give it to me… I want it…"

"Good girl." He squeezed my butt cheeks and held his stiff rod against the opening of my soft lips down there. "Be good, and I'll give you everything."