Once Divorced from My Wife, My Stepdaughter Immediately Bared Her True Prim Bitch Virgin Nature with, "Dad and I Are Total Strangers Now, Right? - Chapter 15

After dinner, Reika and I savored wine with cheese she’d served. Matching me, she sipped non-alcoholic sparkling wine. I indulged occasionally too—price-wise, exceptionally tasty.

“Daddy, how was today’s hayashi rice?”

“Perfect, of course. Everything you cook is exquisite.”

“Good. My life’s top joy is offering my body as your s3x doll, but second is cooking for you.”

Reika’s cheeks flushed faintly. No alcohol, surely drunk on the mood.

“School or club fun?”

Regretted instantly. Reika joined swim club but quit amid drama at grade-up. Habit kept her on pills—enabling carefree creampies.

“Sorry, Reika—club mention.”

“Don’t mind. School life’s enjoyable? Learned post-virgin-rape from you—some live unexpected s3x lives, so we swap info.”

Her school: elite ladies’. Power-couple homes like ours, or high-status parents. First Sunday open house, perfume overload annoyed me. Social Reika has wide circle.

“Daddy, drinking plenty today. Rare home booze?”

Reika stood beside, bottle in hand, offering refill. I tilted glass; she poured as I smiled.

“Ah, yeah—long time. Home drinks just earned snide remarks…”

“True. That woman gone—such relief. Oh, to please you, a little show. Prepped something—wait.”

Reika pattered to her room; I checked ex-wife Riko’s SNS. Overseas busy but fulfilled. Contact dwindled visibly; post-fight, Reika replies sparse. Better no leaks suspecting us—grateful distance.

“Daddy, sorry wait.”

Changed, Reika returned—in bunny suit. G-cups emphasized, high-leg crotch and fishnets seductive. Bunny ears headband, tail—surprisingly pro.

“How’s it? Suits me?”

“Ah, perfect. But where’d you get it?”

“Yes, friend whose family runs such costume shop… gifted. ‘Used,’ but you don’t mind, right?”

“No issue. Usual Reika great, but sexy-clad you? Irresistible.”

“Thanks. Inside, still your lust-processing meat onahole—enjoy instant-rape anytime. Sofa wine, then?”

Wine glass in hand, Reika carried rest to sofa low table. She sat beside, draped softly.

“How, Daddy? Entertaining like those places?”

“Of course—top-tier. Makes me crave home drinks daily.”

Alcohol after ages buoyed mood. Reika refilled empty glass prompt. Her draped softness sweet, yielding.

“Too bad today… Planned train groping, mutual tease, then karaoke or park toilet rape—but foiled.”

“Well, unavoidable. Make up on trip.”

“Yes… Ah, excited. Car service to you, beach rape, creampied paraded… Night plans? Cottage kidnapping, s3x slave fine. Full outdoor fvck exposure too.”

Reika’s fantasies ballooned. Handcuffing uniform Reika in cottage intriguing, but vacation not lust-only.

“No, onsen inn night. Proper travel.”

“Right—private bath seduce, cum-taint water, piss punishment for mess; room yukata-bind rough ravish—prim b1tch trip ideal.”

Reika straddled lap, facing sitting hug. Booze dulled reason.

“Hey, Daddy… Kiss okay? Imagining soaked my crotch. Unpermitted horny bunny—punish me.”

Overwhelmed by her lust-glazed eyes, lips met. Tongues entwined sweet; hands naturally groped each other.