Chapter 2

The moon shone on Dad’s body, stretching his shadow across the floor.

“Claudia, I saw that your lights were still on, so I figured you weren’t asleep yet. Do you want some hot milk?”

I clenched my blanket nervously. My face was flushed red.

“Oh… It looks like you’re about to go to bed.”

I nodded stiffly and thought that there was an intense emotion burning in Dad’s eyes. His heated gaze landed on me, and for a moment it felt like he could see straight through the blanket.

My heart raced, as if it was going to jump out of my chest the next second.

‘If Grace can do such inappropriate things with my father, then can I do it with Dad too?’ I thought.

When the shameful thought surfaced, my mind went blank.

The idea was absolutely insane.

But Grace had looked like she was enjoying herself so much, and I wanted it too.

I licked my dry lips and called out to him tentatively, “Dad…”

“What is it, Claudia?” he asked in concern and sat down on the edge of my bed.

When I met his gaze, I wanted to look away. I could feel my face burning even hotter than before.

I bit down on my lip and lowered my gaze. My lashes trembled as I said feebly, “I feel so stressed, Dad.”

Dad’s expression grew serious, and he fell into a thoughtful silence.

Panic rose in my heart. No matter what, he was like my father. He doted on me. How could I even think of wanting to do those things with him?

Even if Grace did such a shameful thing with my father, I could not allow myself to think that way about the man that I respected like my father.

The thought was just too shameful.

But I did not expect Dad to push me down against the bed in the next second.

My heart raced as my eyes flew wide open in panic.

Did Dad actually understand what I was trying to say?

Was what I was looking forward to about to happen?

I was delighted. Then, Dad caressed my shoulder and shifted his calloused palm to my back.

The tingling sensation went straight to my head. Compared to the way I touched myself, this was more exciting. I buried my face in the pillow, but I could not stop myself from gasping.

“It’s normal for you to feel stressed. Let me help you relax.”

I grunted. I could feel my body heating up even more.

Then, he put his hands on my waist. I could feel his warmth through my thin pajamas. I felt like I was melting.

I was a limp mess in bed, and as he touched me, my breathing grew more labored.

“I learned how to massage to help relieve stress online. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Was it just a normal massage?

I felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over my head.

How stupid could I be?

I sighed and buried my face further into the pillow.

Dad chuckled. “What’s wrong? Does it feel so good you can’t even talk?”

His raspy, deep voice drifted into my ears. His teasing words made my whole body go numb.

I could no longer control myself. I turned around and grabbed his hand.

“It tickles…”

I stared at him with watery, bashful eyes.

His breathing stilled, and he gulped. I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Where? Here?” His pupils dilated, and his touch grew rougher.

I pursed my lips. I was so frustrated that I almost cried. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down.

When I felt his warm fingertips, I felt myself react. I was trembling and was flushed in the face. I said, “Please… touch me here.”