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 4

The alarm didn’t go off, but a Saturday morning different from the usual arrived. I woke up naturally and checked the time on my smartphone by the pillow. Then, an indescribable sense of emptiness assaulted me. I’d done it… Even if it was the result of temptation, I’d essentially raped the girl who was my daughter until yesterday and taken her virginity. If Reika changed her mind and reported me to the police, my life would undoubtedly be over.

After the deflowering s3x, we’d abandoned any thought of a proper dinner and kept fucking. As I’d declared to Reika, I dragged her to the bathroom, stuffed her own panties in her mouth, twisted her arms behind her back, and raped her in standing doggy. The expression on Reika’s face reflected in the mirror showed not a trace of her usual prim demeanor—she was purely a b1tch devouring pleasure.

There, I’d barely held back from cumming, then moved to the bath where I made her suck my c0ck and lick my assh0le. Reika eagerly serviced my ass, saying, “Ahaha♡ Making your freshly deflowered daughter rim you—Daddy really is a sadistic beast♡ To keep you from committing s3x crimes elsewhere out of frustration, I’ll take responsibility and service your c0ck with my pvssy♡” as she thrust her ass back and inserted it herself.

And Reika begged, “Creampie me as many times as it takes until Daddy’s satisfied♡ Turn your daughter’s once-pure pvssy into a b1tch pvssy that can’t get enough of alpha c0ck and scatters female pheromones♡” Unable to resist the temptation, I slammed my hips fiercely and poured semen into Reika’s v4g1na once more.

I glanced beside the bed. Reika, who should have been sleeping naked with me, was gone. But the sheets bore heavy traces of our s3x, inescapably reminding me that we’d forgotten our father-daughter bond and indulged in depravity.

“Reika’s probably in the living room.”

After getting up, I stripped the sheets for laundry, feeling a slight muscle ache in my thighs as I did some light stretches. The smell of toast and coffee wafted from the living room. In the bathroom, the dryer was already running, so I tossed the sheets into the laundry basket, washed my face, and headed to the living room.

“Ah, good morning, Daddy.”

Reika seemed to have just finished preparing breakfast. The aroma of black pepper sprinkled on bacon and eggs whetted my appetite.

“I’ve always called you Koji-san, so calling you Daddy now feels a bit embarrassing.”

Reika smiled shyly, her expression that of her usual prim girl. She was impossible to reconcile with the woman who’d bared her prim b1tch true nature and begged for her virginity rape.

“The morning quickie—after breakfast okay? Of course, if Daddy wants it now, I’m fine with that too.”

But reality confirmed she was the same person. I recalled how, during our discussion, Reika had proposed, “Morning quickie once, once when Koji-san gets home, and one before bed after dinner—three times a day as the basic routine, okay?” It wasn’t a one-night mistake; Reika intended to offer herself to me.

“You made breakfast, Reika. Let’s eat first.”

“Yes. Eating together like this feels warm and nice after so long. With Mom around, meals always had this mechanical vibe.”

My divorced wife, Riko, had prioritized reading the financial newspaper over family chat during meals. Our table was often dominated by silence.

“I prefer enjoying conversation with meals. Time with Daddy is precious, after all.”

Reika said that, smiling at me. That said, we hadn’t had much family-like talk before, so I didn’t know what topics to bring up with her. Eating breakfast in those thoughts, we fell silent.

“Daddy, may I tell you about my stuff?”

With that preface, Reika started talking about school and friends. She attended a fancy ladies’ academy-like high school, so even trivial topics were worlds apart from my student days—fascinating. It hit me again how thin our family bonds had been. Reika was a great storyteller, chatting happily. I found myself smiling, and the conversation flowed naturally.

“Thanks for the meal. Breakfast was really enjoyable… Now, time for my rent payment service.”

The atmosphere shifted; lust melted into Reika’s eyes.

“Please, Daddy, just sit in the chair and read the newspaper.”

With that, Reika crawled under the dining table. I deliberately avoided looking down, following her request and scanning the paper. Her fingers tugged at my pants, so I lifted my hips to help her undress. My boxer shorts came down too, exposing my c0ck to the air—then Reika’s tongue slithered along the shaft. Not seeing the blowjob service only heightened the excitement.

“Nn… Daddy’s c0ck is so vigorous in the morning. This c0ck took my virginity and raped me over and over.”

Reika’s tongue work grew lewder by the second. I flipped newspaper pages, enduring the pleasure. Soon, the shaft was enveloped in her mouth’s warmth, her saliva-slick lips gripping and sliding along my c0ck. It was a different person from yesterday’s clumsy fellatio.

“Nn… Juru♡ Daddy’s c0ck tastes so good. Thinking I can do this service every day makes my brain melt with joy.”

Reika released my c0ck from her mouth, licked it all over, filling the living room with vulgar wet sounds.

“Reika, when did you get this good…?”

“While servicing you yesterday, I studied. Where to lick to make Daddy feel good, how to angle my tongue for better wrapping, how to give Daddy top-tier pleasure… I’m happy—the way your c0ck twitches tells me you’re enjoying my blowjob.”

Reika explained while nuzzling my c0ck lovingly. “Studied” didn’t cover it; her improvement was too rapid. Sexless with Riko, I’d hit pink salons monthly, but Reika’s technique was clearly superior.

“How’s this, Daddy? Doesn’t faceless s3x just for relieving lust turn you on? Your freshly deflowered daughter already treated like an onahole, crawling under to suck c0ck purely for your sexual relief?”

“Ah, it turns me on. You’ve got whore talent, Reika.”

“Gee, calling your daughter a whore… I’m thrilled. If you want me to earn money, I’ll happily do sugar daddy dates or prostitution—just command me anytime.”

“What, you want other men’s cocks too?”

“No, I don’t need cocks besides Daddy’s. If you wish it, I’d suck strangers’ dicks and spread my legs purely on your orders. The joy comes from yielding my body to men I don’t even like at Daddy’s command.”

“Got it, but no need. You’re my woman, Reika—I don’t have a hobby of letting other men fvck you.”

“Ah, so you’ll keep me as your possession…♡ If you’d like, cum just like this. Ejaculate without looking at my face, remind me I’m your s3x relief tool♡”

We exchanged utterly unreal conversation. Thick, sticky, lewd talk unimaginable in the desert-dry air of two days ago.

“Then I’ll use you without holding back, Reika.”

I pressed down on Reika’s head under the table, screwing my c0ck toward her throat.

“Nguoh…♡ Nn, ngo♡ Ooh…♡”

Reika groaned, gripping my calves. Avoiding looking down, I thrust into the former daughter’s throat, irrumatio-ing her. Acts too rough for pink salons, but Reika accepted my c0ck without resistance. Every day like this…? I realized I was already sunk in this sea of pleasure, unable to escape.

Saliva dripped onto the floorboards. Her face must be a mess of drool and tears. Not seeing it let me ravage her throat without restraint.

“Nn♡ Oh, ogoo…♡ Nbuu, ngue, gu, guu…♡”

Reika’s gagging grew louder. Time for the limit. I slid off the chair to the floor, handling her head like a basketball, slamming it onto my c0ck.

“Cumming, gonna cum—shooting it in the onahole…!”

“Nbe, oh… Nn…♡”

I screwed my c0ck deep into Reika’s throat and ejaculated. Noticing her legs kicking in distress, I eased up a bit. I shifted the head from throat to mouth, making her lips and tongue milk me during the cumshot.

“Not bad at all, Reika.”

Confirming she’d gulped down the semen with a throat sound, I pulled out my c0ck. A musky stench wafted up. Coughing, Reika latched back on for cleanup fellatio, scooping urethral remnants onto her tongue and showing me.

“So much cum—I’m thrilled. Did your onahole service pass?”

“Ah, it got me so excited. Knowing I’ll get this every morning is irresistible.”

“Of course—bed, toilet, wherever Daddy wants morning service. If you want pvssy, just say so and I’ll spread. Or if you’re in the mood, rape me—no problem.”

Reika swallowed the cum on her tongue, casually spouting obscenities. Stroking her head, I inwardly cheered the wonderful days ahead.