Aria Quest (R-18)
Your name is Aria, a minor villainess from Akame ga Kill. To be precise, you have been transmigrated into her body.
You already know how this story ends.
Night Raid will come for your family, and plenty of people in the Capital want you dead.
Luckily, your new life functions like a full RPG.
You have a quest system, a save-and-load menu, levels, experience points, and the ability to grow stronger with every choice you make.
But there is a catch.
Almost every path forward is soaked in sex.
People constantly try to claim you as their pet, their personal slave, or their lover.
Depending on your decisions, you can climb all the way to becoming a powerful queen… or end up as nothing more than a toy for some random noble.
The world is full of branching routes: good endings, bad endings, and deeply degenerate ones.
Watch as Aria, the former noble girl of the Capital, claws her way to the top through manipulation, depravity, and sex.
Complete lewd quests with a wide cast of characters in exchange for EXP, money, influence, and power.
Chapter 1: Love Thy Family
[Welcome to Akame ga Kill RPG, Aria.]
[You have been chosen as the protagonist. A large number of quests will drive the narrative forward, with multiple choices, branching routes, and different endings. The save & load feature is fully available.]
[Be warned: once a route is locked in, you are obligated to finish that specific path, whether through completion, a true ending, or death before you can use the save and load functions again.]
[Every EXP, money, items, and skills you gain through quests can be carried over into New Game+. Remember, only quest-related rewards are allowed to transfer. Inventory items and training stats obtained through pure grinding will not carry over.]
[Now, let the game begin, Aria.]
[Happy Gaming!]
[The Almighty sends his regards. You may quit the game at any time with all the power and items you have earned from previous quests and live the rest of your life happily in whatever route you choose… or you can keep playing, discover the True Route, and be granted Three Wishes by the Almighty Himself.]
The notifications faded.
A blonde-haired girl with clear blue eyes and a delicate, aristocratic face sat up in bed.
She was wearing soft blue pajamas. She looked around the pink, luxurious room in pure confusion.
Where am I?
What was that voice?
Akame ga Kill RPG? Aria…?
Her eyes widened.
I… am Aria?
She stood up abruptly and rushed to the full-length mirror.
The moment she saw her reflection, pure horror spread across her face.
Why am I her?
She had transmigrated into Aria and not at a safe time.
The Aria family was already deep in crime: kidnapping homeless people for torture and play, large-scale bribery, and countless other shady businesses that would inevitably put them on Night Raid's hit list.
Should I try to save them?
As horrible as they were, they still treated Aria well. They were her parents in this world. And more importantly, they held noble status. Being a noble was still far better than being a commoner in this brutal world.
The problem was… she knew nothing about running a business, making political connections, or surviving in a medieval-like empire filled with people who possessed superhuman strength.
At least her parents understood how this world worked.
She didn't.
She had no superhuman power like Tatsumi, Akame, or the other members of Night Raid. She was just a weak noble girl who had never exercised or worked hard a day in her life.
This starting point is so fucking lame…
Still, she had one advantage.
She possessed a full RPG system.
[Quest Unlocked: Love Thy Family]
[Host's desire to save her family has been registered as a quest. Once this route is chosen, it will remain locked until your death, completion of the route, or a full ending is reached. Are you sure you wish to proceed?]
[Once the route begins, your Love and Corruption stats with the NPCs involved will be locked until a full reset. After resetting, you may choose to return those stats to zero or keep the values you have already built.]
[Do you wish to accept this quest?]
What?
Aria frowned.
Why does this quest sound so shady?Love? Corruption?
Still… being a noble and saving her parents was far better than trying to survive alone while being hunted by Night Raid.
She accepted.
[Quest Accepted: Love Thy Family – Part 1]
[Objective: Inform your family that they are being targeted by the Revolutionary Army / Night Raid. Convince them to either join the Prime Minister's faction or support the Revolution.]
[Reward: 50 EXP]
Just that?The reward is pathetic… but whatever.
Name: Aria
Level: 1
EXP: 0 / 500
Strength: 4
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 15
Charm: 75
Aria pulled off her blue pajamas and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror.
A dark, satisfied smile spread across her face as she examined her new body.
No matter how fucked-up Aria's original identity was, there was no denying she was beautiful.
Delicate features, soft skin, a slender waist, and a pair of small but perfectly shaped breasts topped with sensitive pink nipples.
Ever since her coming-of-age ceremony at eighteen, countless boys, old men, and even girls in the Capital had stared at her with open obsession, wanting to claim her for themselves.
Her fingers slid down between her legs without a moment of hesitation, finding her already-wet pink folds and beginning to rub them in rapid, hungry circles.
Her other hand rose to squeeze and tease her small breast, fingers pinching and rolling the stiff, sensitive nipple until sparks of pleasure shot through her body.
Soft, lewd moans escaped her parted lips as she watched herself in the mirror, her blue eyes growing half-lidded and hazy with building arousal.
"Ahh… so sensitive…"
She rubbed faster, more desperately, two fingers slipping inside her tight, virgin entrance while her thumb continued its relentless assault on her swollen clit.
The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy filled the quiet room, mixing with her breathless gasps and moans.
Her legs began to tremble, her thighs quivering as the pleasure built higher and higher, coiling tight in her core.
With a sharp, broken cry, Aria came hard.
Clear, slick juices squirted from her spasming pussy, splashing against the mirror in front of her and dripping slowly down her trembling thighs as her entire body shook with the force of the orgasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her breathless and flushed and thoroughly satisfied.
She stood there panting, one hand still resting against the mirror for support, a satisfied flush coloring her pale cheeks.
That felt so incredibly good…
She had never experienced anything like that before.
Her original body had never known pleasure like this.
The sensitivity of this new form was a gift she hadn't expected.
After a long moment of recovery, she cleaned herself thoroughly and methodically, wiping away every trace of her juices from her thighs and from the mirror's surface until there was no evidence of what she had just done.
Then she carefully dressed herself in an elegant white gown that framed her delicate figure perfectly, the expensive fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.
She adjusted her hair and smoothed out any wrinkles in her dress, and practiced her expression in the mirror until she looked like a proper, innocent noble daughter once again.
The mask was perfect.
No one would ever suspect what she had just been doing.
Hopefully this first quest would go well.
She needed to warn her parents about Night Raid without sounding like a madwoman.
She needed to convince them to take action without revealing how she knew what she knew.
It would require careful wording, subtle manipulation, and all the charm she could muster.
Chapter 2: The Family Breakfast
"Aria, sweetie, you look so good today. So pretty. As expected of Mommy's daughter."
Aria's mother, now her mother in this world leaned in and gently kissed her forehead.
She took Aria's hand softly and guided her to the breakfast table with a warm smile.
"Here, your favorite pancakes."
Aria looked at her, then at her father, who was also smiling.
On the surface they seemed like a normal, loving family.
But she knew better.
Who could truly say what a pair of psychopaths were capable of?
Still, for this tutorial stage of the game, their survival was the most important thing.
As long as she had a safe home and the protection of the Capital, she could freely explore her RPG system, take quests, and gather EXP without constantly looking over her shoulder.
As for whether she could take advantage of modern knowledge to start some kind of business in this medieval world.
Well, that was unfortunately out of the question.
She didn't even know how to make basic soap.
In her previous life she had just existed under her parents' roof while doing shady things online.
She only knew how to make money in the digital world, not in a medieval empire.
So she simply ate in silence, enjoying the food.
Her mother was a beautiful woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Aria.
She had a voluptuous body, an alluring mature beauty, and a soft, maternal aura.
Her father looked like a middle-aged aristocrat with an honest, gentle temperament.
Nothing about him suggested he was a man who enjoyed kidnapping homeless people off the streets just to torture them for fun.
Everything seemed normal.
There was no obvious incestuous desire in the way they looked at her.
Did I misunderstand the quest?Is this route really just about saving them and becoming a loving family?Then what the hell are the Love and Corruption stats for?
She still couldn't see those special stats.
Only ordinary status sheets appeared when she focused on them.
Name: Bob
Level: 10
Strength: 25
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 10
Charm: 15
She switched her attention to her mother.
Name: Christina
Level: 10
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 35
Charm: 75
So that's their stats…
After finishing her meal, Aria raised her head and looked at both of them with a carefully composed expression.
"Mother, Father… I want to talk with both of you. It's a serious matter."
Her mother looked at her with concern. "What is it, sweetie?"
"I have a friend. A boy…" Aria paused, glancing at her smiling mother, then at her father, whose expression had already darkened slightly with displeasure.
She continued, her voice turning sickeningly sweet.
"Both of you should know the boy… hehe. He's a nice-looking one. Such a good toy. He screamed so beautifully that time… so lovely. Ah… I almost wanted to kiss him because of how adorable he looked while crying."
"Sweetie… that's so charming." Her mother's face lit up with genuine joy, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride as she watched her daughter speak with such passion about her twisted hobby.
That was how you talked to people like them.
Not with normal words.
With their language.
Aria put on an upset expression, rose from her seat, and slammed her hands down on the table.
"But he threatened us! How dare that pig threaten us?! He said… he said his friends will destroy us! He said he is from the Revolutionary Army and that Night Raid will take revenge on us for what we did to him… How dare that filthy pig…!"
Her mother quickly stood up and pulled her into a warm hug, gently stroking her back.
"Don't worry, sweetie… We'll talk to Prime Minister Honest about this…"
Her father nodded in agreement. "Yes. Night Raid can't touch us as long as we remain in the Capital."
Aria knew that was complete bullshit.
"Don't forget, Father… they have already killed many nobles who were under the Empire's protection. What makes us special enough for them to go so far just for our sake?"
Her father raised his eyebrows, looking genuinely concerned. "That's… a very valid point. Should we hire more private guards? Or bring imperial police along as well? I still have connections with—"
Her mother interrupted him. "It's impossible, darling. Many nobles before us did the exact same thing… and they still died under Night Raid's blades."
Then she turned to Aria with interest. "What is your suggestion, Aria?"
Aria smiled wickedly at her mother's question.
"We should switch sides to the Revolutionary Army, Mother. I'm certain they need us more than the Empire does. They need our money, our information network… They won't sacrifice us over one single boy."
Her mother's smile brightened immediately. "You're becoming more and more like me, sweetie. Of course we'll cooperate with them and use them. If they win, we stand with the winners. If they lose? We simply claim we had nothing to do with them. And we both know Prime Minister Honest will understand… as long as we give him more money. Hehehe…"
[You raised +10 Christina Love]
[You raised +10 Bob Lust]
What the fuck is wrong with her father?
Aria glanced at him.
His eyes still looked clear and gentle, which only made her more suspicious.
She quickly turned her attention back to the system notifications.
[Congratulations, Aria. You have gained +50 EXP]
[Quest Updated: Love Thy Family – Part 2]
[Objective: For now, enjoy your days as the lovely daughter of this family. Never break character. Act as the true Aria. Their obedient, loving girl. She never refuses her parents' "games" or requests.]
[Reward: +450 EXP]
Aria's eyes widened slightly as she read the new objective.
A cold feeling settled in her stomach.
Is this the kind of game I thought it was…?
She glanced at her father again, her blue eyes studying his face with newfound wariness.
He was watching both her and her mother with a soft, loving gaze that looked completely innocent on the surface.
The expression of a proud husband and father admiring his beautiful family.
But now she was looking for something else. Something darker. Something the system had already confirmed existed beneath that gentle facade.
Wanting to confirm her theory, Aria deliberately shifted her posture as she leaned forward slightly.
The movement was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was just enough to allow the hem of her dress to rise a few inches, flashing the tiniest glimpse of her white lace panties beneath the elegant pink fabric.
His eyes snapped straight to the exposed skin in an instant.
The movement was so fast, so instinctive, so utterly automatic that it confirmed everything she needed to know.
There was no hesitation. No pretense. No looking away like a normal father would.
His gaze locked onto her with a hunger that was unmistakable.
Got my answer.
A wicked smirk curled on her lips.
"Then I won't bother the two of you any longer, Mother, Father."
She walked over to her father with graceful, unhurried steps, her hips swaying just slightly beneath the elegant fabric of her dress.
When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around him in a gentle, loving embrace, the kind of hug a daughter might give her father before heading off to start her day.
His large hands immediately slid down her back, his fingers pressing firmly against the curve of her spine.
Then they went lower.
Much lower than a father's hands should ever go.
He pulled her tightly against him, crushing her body against his chest, and she immediately felt the hard, massive bulge of his erection pressing insistently against her lower stomach through the fabric of his trousers.
The heat of it was unmistakable.
The size of it was impossible to ignore.
Aria stiffened for just a brief moment, her body reacting involuntarily to the shock of the sensation.
But she kept her expression soft and obedient.
She didn't pull away.
She didn't flinch.
She didn't give any indication whatsoever that anything unusual had just happened.
She simply remained in his embrace, letting him hold her as long as he wanted, letting him press his arousal against her body without the slightest hint of protest.
Only when he finally released her, his hands sliding reluctantly away from her body did she step back with a serene, innocent smile still firmly in place on her face.
"Take care too, Aria," he said in a warm voice. "Have your fun…"
Aria nodded obediently, her smile never wavering, and turned to leave the dining room.
Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she walked, her posture perfect, her expression serene.
But inside, her mind was racing with dark calculations and darker possibilities.
Four hundred and fifty EXP. That was what the system was offering her for playing this role. For being their obedient, loving daughter. For never refusing their "games" or their "requests."
The price was clear now. The nature of the route was undeniable. And she had already made her choice the moment she accepted the quest.
There was no turning back now. The route was locked. She would see it through to the end, whatever that end might be.
Chapter 3: Kissed by Death
"Well, Mother… why are you following me?" Aria asked, glancing at the woman who was already walking side by side with her. "Do you want to spend some fun time with me as well?"
Christina chuckled softly. "Mm… I just thought we should spend more time as mother and daughter, Aria. Why waste time on those pigs?"
She reached out and gently brushed a strand of golden hair behind Aria's ear with tender, loving fingers. "Besides, my lovely daughter must want to spend more time with her mother, doesn't she?"
They settled down in the garden, sitting across from each other while enjoying the cool breeze.
Two maids quietly approached and poured steaming tea into delicate porcelain cups before retreating.
Aria picked up her cup and took a sip. "Of course, Mother. That would be lovely."
Her mother smiled gently, but didn't touch her own tea. She simply watched Aria quietly.
"You know, Aria… I'm becoming more and more jealous of you with each passing day."
Christina's voice was soft and wistful, carrying a hint of melancholy that seemed almost genuine. "You're growing more beautiful every single morning. Your skin is so smooth. Your eyes are so bright. Your figure is absolutely perfect. Meanwhile, your poor mother is only getting older and less attractive with each passing year. It's simply not fair."
"What are you talking about, Mother?" Aria put down her teacup and coughed lightly into her hand.
Her throat felt strangely dry and scratchy.
She reached for her tea again, took another sip to soothe the irritation, and continued speaking. "You're still a beauty yourself. Everyone in the Capital says so. Father certainly seems to think so."
Christina's smile never faded. "Really? Your father seems completely captivated by you. The two of you aren't even subtle about it anymore… Well, what can I expect? You're already an adult. I understand. You probably prefer more… adult games now."
Aria's face sank.
Oh no…
She suddenly coughed violently, her body convulsing as the muscles in her throat began to seize and spasm.
The teacup slipped from her nerveless fingers and shattered against the stone pathway.
She collapsed onto the ground, clutching at her throat with both hands, her eyes wide with shock and fury.
"What did you do to me, Mother?! What did you put in my tea?!"
Christina looked down at her with that same gentle, loving smile. "I love you, Aria. I truly do."
She rose from her seat and knelt down beside Aria's convulsing form, reaching out to stroke her golden hair with tender, maternal fingers. "But I love your father more. So much more. I'm sorry, sweetie. I won't share him with you. Not now. Not ever. I hope you can understand."
She leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her daughter's forehead, her lips warm against Aria's rapidly cooling skin. "Sleep well, my darling girl. Mother loves you. Mother will always love you."
Aria's vision was blurring, the edges of the world dissolving into darkness.
Her lungs were burning.
Her throat was closing.
But beneath the pain and the panic, a cold, furious determination was crystallizing in her chest.
She was not going to die like this. She was not going to let this woman win.
With the very last reserves of her strength, Aria reached up and grabbed her mother's collar, yanking her down with desperate, violent force.
Before Christina could react and pull away or scream for help, Aria crushed their lips together in a brutal, desperate kiss.
Her tongue forced its way past her mother's parted lips, and with it came the remaining mouthful of poisoned tea that she had been holding in her mouth, waiting for this exact moment.
Christina's blue eyes flew wide with pure, undisguised disbelief.
She thrashed and struggled, her hands pushing against Aria's shoulders, but Aria locked an arm around the back of her neck and held her tightly in place.
Their soft breasts pressed firmly against each other through their dresses.
Saliva and tea spilled from the corners of their lips.
She sealed their lips together until every last drop of the poisoned liquid had been forced down her mother's throat, until the convulsions began to wrack Christina's body as well.
They collapsed together onto the cold stone pathway, mother and daughter tangled in each other's arms, both of them choking and gasping and dying side by side beneath the beautiful morning sun.
Darkness swallowed Aria whole.
The last thing she heard was the distant sound of maids screaming.
[Congratulations, Aria. You have returned to the checkpoint before you flashed your panties at your father. Maybe you shouldn't have done that while your mother was present.]
Aria gasped sharply, her lungs sucking in air as if she had been drowning.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs.
Her hands were shaking.
She looked around wildly, her eyes darting from the breakfast table to her parents' faces.
Everything was normal.
Everyone was still smiling and chatting happily, exactly as they had been before.
Her mother was sipping her tea with elegant grace.
Her father was chuckling at some private joke.
The pancakes were still warm on her plate.
Nothing had happened.
None of it had been real.
What the actual fuck just happened?
Did I really die…? Killed by my own jealous mother?
This game was already far more twisted and dangerous than she had ever expected.
Aria now knew three crucial things:
(1) Her mother was violently possessive of her father.
(2) Any display of sexuality toward her father in her mother's presence was a death sentence.
(3) The save/load system worked, but dying still hurt like hell.
She was going to be more careful now.
More strategic.
More aware of the dangers lurking beneath the surface of this "loving family."
And she had a terrible, sinking feeling that this was only the beginning.
Chapter 4: The Shower and the Hallway Encounter
This time, Aria didn't flash her panties or hug her father. Instead, she ate her breakfast in silence and calmly bid them farewell.
There was no mother following after her, and her father didn't openly stare at her with lecherous eyes. It was just a peaceful morning breakfast, followed by a lovely daughter going about her day as usual.
The perfect picture of a normal, happy noble family.
Afterward, Aria went to the bathroom. She stripped off every piece of clothing and tossed it into the basket. Turning on the shower, she hummed softly as the cool water cascaded over her bare skin.
She looked around carefully.
No one was peeking.
It seemed that if she didn't provoke him, her father would keep his beastly side hidden. Of course, that was only an early observation. Who knew if he would sneak into her room in the middle of the night while she was deep asleep after one of her usual torture sessions and villain monologues?
She intended to find out the truth soon and finish this quest as quickly as possible to earn her EXP.
While thinking, her hand drifted down between her legs on its own.
Two fingers began rubbing her pink folds under the cool water.
Soft moans escaped her lips as she slowly masturbated, watching the water run down her small breasts and over her stiff nipples.
She pushed her fingers deeper inside, pumping them in and out with wet sounds that mixed with the falling water.
Her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the sensitive nipple hard.
Frustration and residual tension from earlier made her more aggressive.
She fingered herself faster, curling her fingers upward to press against that sensitive spot deep inside her walls.
Her legs began to tremble.
Her breathing grew ragged and uneven.
The pressure built rapidly, coiling tight in her core like a spring being wound past its breaking point.
With a sharp, muffled cry that she barely managed to suppress by biting down on her lower lip, she came hard.
Clear, slick juices gushed from her spasming pussy, mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain.
Her entire body shook with the force of the orgasm, her knees going weak as waves of pleasure crashed through her one after another.
She stood there for a long moment afterward, one hand braced against the cool tile wall, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
The water continued to fall, washing away the evidence of her release.
Panting, she finally felt a little better.
After turning off the water, she grabbed a clean towel from the hanger and wrapped it snugly around her body.
The soft white fabric clung to her still-damp skin, outlining the curves of her slender figure.
She had forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with her, and she absolutely refused to put the dirty dress from the wicker basket back on.
The thought of sliding that fabric over her clean skin after everything that had happened made her stomach turn.
So she simply decided to walk back toward her bedroom wearing nothing but the towel.
In the hallway, she suddenly encountered her father.
He smiled softly at her, as if he had simply run into his lovely, properly dressed daughter… and not a half-naked young woman with water still glistening on her skin.
A noticeable bulge was already pressing against the front of his trousers.
"Are you going to hunt those pigs again, Aria?" he asked in a gentle voice. "Well, here. Some spending money."
He reached into his pocket and handed her twenty gold coins, more than enough to buy luxurious items, food, or anything else she might want for days.
She was still damp from the shower, her hair wet and clinging to her neck, her skin glowing with the fresh, floral scent of the expensive soaps she had used.
He reached out and gently caressed her hand as he passed her the coins, his fingers lingering against her skin for just a moment longer than necessary.
Then he stepped back like a perfect gentleman, his expression never shifting from that warm, paternal smile.
Aria's cheeks flushed a deep, burning red with what appeared to be genuine embarrassment. "Then I'll be going now, Father. Thank you so much for the money. You're always so generous with me."
"Have fun, Aria." Her father smiled softly, but there was an intense darkness deep in his eyes as he watched her walk away.
Aria could feel his gaze on her back, following the sway of her hips, tracing the outline of her body beneath the thin towel.
Her heartbeat raced heavily in her chest as she forced herself to maintain a calm, unhurried pace until she finally turned the corner and disappeared from his view.
Only after she reached her private chamber did the embarrassment fade.
Her expression turned cold and wicked.
Humph. What a lecherous old fool.
It seemed that keeping him around would bring her more benefits than harm.
As long as she showed a lovely, obedient expression and accepted a certain amount of intimacy, she could easily wrap him around her finger.
But she still wanted to see more routes and explore them properly.
Whoever had sent her into this world had promised three wishes if she managed to find the True Route of this game.
For now, though, she simply wanted to play around, explore which path would benefit her the most, and gather as much EXP, strength, and power as possible through her quests.
While thinking, Aria wiped the remaining droplets of water from her body with slow, methodical movements, then thoroughly dried herself until every inch of her pale skin was soft and warm.
She tossed the damp towel carelessly onto the bed and walked over to her wardrobe, her bare feet padding silently across the polished floor.
She searched through the rows of expensive dresses until she found one that satisfied her particular tastes, an elegant white-and-black ensemble with detached sleeves that left her shoulders bare and an extremely short mini skirt decorated with delicate embroidery that showcased her long, smooth legs.
The outfit hugged her slender figure perfectly, showing off just enough skin to be tantalizing without crossing into vulgarity.
It was the kind of dress that made men stop and stare and made women burn with envy.
Extremely satisfied with her appearance, she hummed a soft, cheerful tune and left the mansion behind.
She decided to go shopping in the Capital and enjoy her life as a noble villainess in the world of Akame ga Kill.
She would spend every last one of the gold coins her father had given her.
She would buy beautiful things and eat delicious food and remind herself that, despite the dangers of this world, there were still pleasures to be found.
She also made sure to bring two guards along.
They were there to protect her from the dangers of the Capital's streets.
But as she glanced at them, a much darker thought crossed her mind.
What would Father's reaction be if he found out his lovely daughter's virginity had been taken by these two guards?
Watching his extreme jealousy and twisted expression would probably be quite entertaining…
But Aria stopped herself from going further with that idea.
Not now.
She had only been in this world for a single day and still hadn't decided whether these two guards were useful enough or attractive enough for her to sleep with them.
So she set the thought aside.
She spent the rest of her afternoon shopping in the Capital's finest boutiques, trying on elegant dresses and expensive jewelry and sampling perfumes that cost more than most commoners earned in a year.
She ate ice cream from a street vendor, the cold sweetness melting on her tongue as she strolled through the bustling market district.
She enjoyed the scenery of the Capital, the towering spires of the Imperial Palace in the distance, the colorful banners fluttering in the breeze, the endless parade of nobles and merchants and soldiers and commoners all going about their daily lives.
At one point she spotted Sayo and Ieyasu walking down the street, but she deliberately avoided them.
Targeting those two would only put the protagonist on her trail, and she wasn't ready for that yet.
At least for now, in this specific route, she had no intention of meeting them.
She wanted to see what would happen if the Aria family survived, and what kind of ending this path would lead to.
Would she eventually be forced to murder her jealous mother?
Or would she settle into the role of her father's hidden lover?
Avoiding him completely in this route was clearly impossible, and killing him brought her no real benefit.
All he truly wanted was his lovely daughter… and she could give him exactly that.
In the end, she might keep him.
Or she might kill him.
Who knows…?
Chapter 5: The Night Visitor
After finishing her shopping and spending all of her gold coins in the Capital, Aria returned home and went straight to bed.
She deliberately skipped going to the warehouse to torture homeless people.
She still couldn't understand why the original owner of this body and her parents were so obsessed with that and got off on it.
It was impossible for her to casually torture people for no reason. She needed a convincing way to skip those activities without breaking character as Aria.
But there was a more immediate problem she had to deal with tonight…
"Hah… hah… Aria… You're so beautiful… so cute… I love you, Aria… I love you to death…"
Rough panting and the wet sound of someone stroking themselves echoed through the dark room in the middle of the night.
Aria kept her eyes closed, pretending to be deeply asleep, but she could clearly feel everything.
The old man had sneaked into her bedroom.
He was standing right beside her bed, furiously stroking his thick, hard cock while staring at her sleeping form.
"Argh…! So good, Aria…! So tight…! I'm cumming…!"
With a strained groan, he came hard.
Hot, thick ropes of semen shot out and splattered across the front of her pajama top, staining the fabric.
He quickly wiped most of it away with a handkerchief, but not before reaching under her top and roughly groping her small breast, squeezing and kneading it while his heavy breathing and racing heartbeat filled the quiet room.
Only after several long, agonizing seconds did he finally release her.
She heard him tuck himself back into his trousers.
She heard his footsteps retreat toward the door.
She heard the soft click of the latch as he carefully, quietly closed it behind him, leaving her alone in the darkness.
Aria opened her eyes the moment he was gone, her expression twisted with annoyance.
It seems this old creep isn't doing this for the first time.
He's been molesting his own daughter like this regularly.
Most likely her mother was out torturing homeless people in the warehouse right now, which was why he had the chance to sneak in.
Despite her irritation… her body reacted
A sudden heat spread between her legs, and she could feel her pussy growing wet.
Her nipples had stiffened beneath the stained fabric of her pajama top.
Her skin was flushed and sensitive.
Fuck…
She pulled down her pajama pants with trembling fingers, bit her lower lip hard enough to hurt, and slid two fingers between her slick, swollen folds.
She began fingering herself roughly, desperately, the wet sounds of her own arousal filling the dark room just as his had moments before.
"It's your fault, you old bastard… It's your fault I'm getting like this… This body is way too sensitive, holy fuck…"
She thrust her fingers deeper and faster, curling them against her sensitive inner walls while her thumb rubbed frantic circles against her swollen clit.
The memory of his thick cock, the sound of him stroking himself, the feeling of his hot semen splattering across her chest, the rough grip of his hand on her breast only made her more aroused despite her disgust.
Her body clearly didn't care about morality or family boundaries.
It only cared about pleasure.
Within moments, her legs tensed and her back arched off the mattress.
She came hard, biting back a desperate moan as clear juices soaked her fingers and dripped down onto the sheets beneath her.
Wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through her trembling body.
Panting heavily, she quickly wiped away every trace of evidence with the corner of her sheet, terrified that the old man might return and notice that she had masturbated right after being molested.
The last thing she needed was for him to realize that his actions had aroused her.
That would only encourage him. That would only make everything worse.
Then she closed her eyes again and forced herself to remain perfectly still, her breathing slow and steady, her expression peaceful.
Fuck…
She couldn't sleep at all after that. Her mind was racing. Her body was still tingling. The phantom sensation of his hands on her skin refused to fade.
This is all that beast's fault!
That disgusting, lecherous old man who couldn't keep his hands off his own daughter and who would probably keep doing it for as long as she remained in this house.
And for some reason, she felt hot and horny all over again.
If this kept happening…
Aria bit her lower lip hard.
Fuck… I can't even get a proper night's sleep.
She needed a cold shower.
Luckily, no one interrupted her or tried to peek. It seemed the lecherous old bastard had finally gone to sleep after jerking off over her earlier.
She stepped under the cold water and let it cascade over her body.
Despite the chill, her hand still slid down between her legs.
She began touching herself again, fingers rubbing her already-swollen clit in firm circles before pushing two of them deep into her tight, wet pussy.
Soft, needy moans escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and started fantasizing.
She imagined her beastly father sneaking into her room once more.
This time he didn't just masturbate over her.
Instead, he climbed into the bed behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her sleeping body.
She could almost feel his hot, heavy breathing against the back of her neck, could almost smell the lingering scent of his arousal.
His rough hands slid down her body, pulling her pajama pants down past her hips.
Then she felt it, the thick, swollen head of his cock pressing insistently against her virgin entrance without permission.
He forced himself inside her tight, untouched pussy with one brutal thrust, taking her while she was still "asleep," claiming her innocence as his own.
Fuck…
The mental image made her fingers move faster.
She pumped them in and out of herself roughly while her thumb kept rubbing her clit, imagining every thick, aching inch of her father's cock stretching her open, filling her completely, ruining her for anyone else as he raped her unconscious body with grunting, animalistic need
"Ahh… so good… so fucking good…"
The fantasy was absolutely exhilarating.
Dirty and twisted and so utterly wrong on every possible level.
And that forbidden darkness, that complete abandonment of all morality and restraint, pushed her over the edge harder than anything she had ever felt in either of her live.
Her entire body tensed as a powerful orgasm crashed through her.
Her pussy clenched tightly around her fingers, and she squirted hard under the cold water, legs shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her.
She had never cum this hard in her previous life.
Panting heavily, Aria finally came down from the incredible high, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her release.
She thoroughly cleaned her fair skin with soap, methodically washing away every trace of her juices and every lingering memory of her father's touch.
Then she dried herself with a soft towel and returned to her bedroom, slipping beneath the cool sheets with a deep, satisfied sigh.
After a proper cold bath and such an intense, earth-shattering orgasm, she was finally able to fall into a deep, dreamless, completely satisfied sleep.
Her body was relaxed. Her mind was quiet. The horrors and frustrations of the day had been washed away, at least for now.
What an exhilarating night it had turned out to be, despite everything.
Chapter 6: The Awakening
When Aria woke up, she immediately felt a heavy, oppressive weight pressing against her from behind.
Something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Rough, hot breathing ghosted against her ear.
And something long and thick and terribly familiar was rubbing insistently up and down against her bare, exposed ass.
She gasped sharply, her eyes flying wide open as the reality of her situation crashed over her.
Fuck…
She had forgotten to put her pajamas back on after the cold shower last night.
She was completely naked.
Which meant…
"Aria… I never thought you had that kind of fantasy about your own father," a low voice whispered against her ear. "You like this, don't you, you little slut…?"
Her father's strong arms wrapped tightly around her from behind, pinning her petite body against his broad chest.
He continued grinding his thick, rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks with slow, deliberate thrusts, the hot shaft sliding against her soft, naked skin with obscene ease.
The heat of him was overwhelming.
The size of him was terrifying.
"Father… this is wrong…" Aria bit her lower lip hard and whispered, her voice trembling with what sounded like fear and uncertainty, though even she wasn't entirely sure how much of it was genuine.
"We can't do this. What about Mother? If she finds out, she'll..."
"She'll never know," he growled, his hips thrusting harder against her, the friction of his cock sliding between her cheeks growing more urgent and desperate.
"Just don't be too loud, and she'll never suspect a thing. Ah… fuck! You're so incredibly lovely like this, Aria… so soft… so perfect… so good…"
With a strained, guttural groan, he suddenly came.
Thick, hot ropes of his semen spilled all over her bare back and ass, the sticky white fluid coating her pale skin in messy streaks.
He kept grinding against her through his entire orgasm, smearing his seed across her flesh, marking her as his.
"Be a good girl," he panted heavily against the back of her neck, his breath hot and damp against her skin.
"I'll give you nice things if you stay obedient. Beautiful dresses. Shiny jewelry. Whatever your heart desires. Just be good for Daddy. That's all I ask."
Before she could even process what he had just said, he shifted his hips and pressed the thick, swollen head of his cock directly against her virgin entrance.
The heat of it was searing.
The pressure was immense.
He was no longer satisfied with simply rubbing against her or spilling himself on her skin. He wanted more. He wanted everything.
He wanted to fuck his daughter.
To claim her completely.
To make her his in the most primal, irreversible way possible.
"Oh fuck…! Your pussy is so tight, daughter…! So fucking good…! Even better than your mother's ever was…!" he roared as he forced the swollen tip inside her, stretching her tight entrance open around his massive girth.
"Ah...! Daddy…! It's so big…! My little hole can't take it…!" Aria gasped as the impossible size of him stretched her wider than she had ever been stretched before.
A lewd, involuntary moan escaped her throat despite her best efforts to suppress it.
The pain was sharp and immediate, her hymen tearing, her virginity being ripped away by her own father's cock.
But beneath the pain was something else entirely.
Something dark and hungry and deeply, shamefully arousing.
Encouraged by her dirty words and the way her body was responding to him, he pushed deeper into her tight, wet heat.
His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he began thrusting harder, faster, more desperately.
The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock plunging in and out of her tight, dripping pussy filled the entire room, mixing with their ragged breathing and her broken moans.
"Fuck…! I love you, Aria…! I love you more than anything in this world…! I want to fuck you to death… fuck you until you can't walk… until you can't even remember your own name…!" he growled, pressing his heavy, muscular body down on her petite frame as he pounded into her from behind with brutal, animalistic need.
"Father… ah… Father…! I'm going to cum…!" Aria moaned, her voice cracking and breaking as the overwhelming sensation built inside her like a tidal wave about to crash.
Her fingers clutched desperately at the sheets. Her toes curled. Her entire body was trembling on the edge of release.
"Me too, baby girl…! Let's cum together, daughter…! Let me fill you up…!"
Their bodies tensed at exactly the same moment. Aria's tight pussy clenched and spasmed hard around his thrusting cock as a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her trembling body.
At the same instant, her father buried himself to the hilt inside her and unloaded with a roar of primal satisfaction, flooding her virgin womb with thick, hot, endless streams of his potent seed.
She could feel it filling her up, painting her insides white, claiming territory that had never been claimed before.
He didn't stop.
Even after emptying himself completely inside her, even after filling her to overflowing until his cum began to leak out around his still-throbbing shaft and drip down onto the sheets beneath them, he kept thrusting.
He fucked her through both of their orgasms, prolonging the pleasure, drawing out every last shudder and spasm, determined to pour every single drop of his seed into his daughter's waiting body.
When he finally collapsed against her, both of them panting and spent and covered in sweat and cum, he pressed a tender, almost reverent kiss to the back of her neck.
"I love you, Aria," he whispered. "My beautiful, perfect daughter."
Aria didn't respond.
She simply lay there, her body still trembling, her mind racing, her pussy still clenching weakly around his softening cock.
She had just been deflowered by her own father.
And somewhere beneath the shame and the disgust and the horror, a dark, twisted part of her had enjoyed every single second of it.
Just when she thought it was over, the curtains were suddenly pulled open.
Bright morning light flooded the room and interrupted everything.
Aria's blue eyes shot open.
Her mother stood by the window, looking down at her with a gentle smile.
"Ara… Even though you're already an adult, you're still wetting your own bed, Aria. So cute…!"
Christina rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
So… everything was just a dream?
The sneaking into her room, the grinding against her ass, the thick cock forcing its way inside her, all of it had been nothing more than a twisted fantasy conjured by her own depraved imagination?
Aria looked around in genuine confusion while her mother held her close.
It was still early morning.
The sunlight was soft and golden, not yet reaching its full midday brightness.
The sheets beneath her were damp soaked through, in fact and the unmistakable scent of her own arousal hung faintly in the air.
Her body was still tingling with the phantom echoes of pleasure.
"Mother…?"
"Yes, sweetie?" her mother answered warmly, still stroking her hair with gentle, rhythmic motions.
"Can I have some privacy? Pretty please?" Aria asked, her voice a little strained.
She was completely naked beneath the thin sheet, and her mother's arms were wrapped around her bare shoulders.
"Of course, sweetie." Christina chuckled softly and finally released her, though her eyes lingered for just a moment too long on her daughter's bare body before she turned away.
"You should take a shower and put on a nice dress. We're waiting for you downstairs. Your father and I were starting to worry since you woke up so late this morning. It's not like you to sleep in."
Her tone shifted into a gentle, teasing chuckle as she glanced meaningfully at the damp sheets. "But it seems I didn't need to worry after all. You were just having a very… pleasant dream, weren't you?"
Aria's face flushed a deep, burning crimson with genuine embarrassment. "Thank you for your concern, Mother. I'm perfectly fine. Just… a strange dream. That's all."
Christina gently lifted her daughter's chin and smiled. "Of course you are. My lovely daughter is perfectly healthy and in good shape. Alright, go wash yourself before coming down for breakfast. You wouldn't want your father to find out you wet the bed, would you?"
"Yes, Mother." Aria nodded obediently.
Satisfied, her mother left the room, closing the door behind her.
Aria narrowed her eyes the moment she was alone.
Did Mother hear all of that wet dream fantasy… or did I just literally wet the bed?
She wasn't sure.
This woman was extremely good at acting like a perfect, loving mother.
But Aria already knew how she would find out the truth.
She put on her pajamas, made sure to hang a clean dress on the hanger for later, and headed to the bathroom while humming softly to herself.
Chapter 7: The Mother's Touch
Despite being a pretty noble girl, Aria essentially had no friends and lived a very isolated life.
Her daily schedule was boring and repetitive: strolling around the Capital, shopping, occasionally attending noble banquets, or kidnapping random homeless people off the streets.
No wonder the original Aria had nothing better to do than torture them.
Entertainment in this world was limited.
Most people either spent their free time having sex, fighting, gambling, or drinking, while the religious fanatics wasted their days praying in churches.
The options for genuine recreation were depressingly few.
Currently, she was spending her time with her mother. Christina was treating her like a living doll, making her try on various dresses and outfits one after another, then buying almost all of them without hesitation.
Inside the private changing room of the high-class clothing store, her mother didn't bother calling for a maid.
Instead, she stepped behind Aria herself, her reflection joining her daughter's in the large, ornate mirror that covered the entire far wall.
"Raise your arms, sweetie."
Aria obeyed.
Christina's hands moved with practiced ease, untying the ribbons and sliding the current dress down her shoulders.
The soft fabric slipped past her small, perky breasts, briefly catching on her stiff pink nipples before falling to her waist.
A moment later the dress was completely removed, leaving Aria standing completely naked in front of the large mirror.
Her fair skin was fully exposed under the warm lighting.
Her slender waist, the soft curve of her hips, her small but perfectly shaped breasts with their sensitive pink nipples, and the smooth, bare mound between her legs were all clearly visible.
Christina's blue eyes, so similar to her daughter's lingered for a moment longer than necessary as she gazed at Aria's naked reflection in the mirror.
Her expression remained perfectly maternal, perfectly innocent, but her gaze was unmistakably appreciative.
She then picked up the next dress from the waiting rack, a stunning emerald green gown with delicate gold embroidery and stepped behind her daughter once more.
She personally dressed Aria again, her fingers gliding over her daughter's bare skin far more often than was strictly necessary.
Her knuckles brushed against the side of Aria's breast as she adjusted the bodice. Her fingertips traced along the curve of her daughter's waist as she smoothed down the fabric.
And when she knelt briefly to adjust the hem of the skirt, her hand slid deliberately along the soft, sensitive skin of Aria's inner thigh, lingering there for just a heartbeat before retreating.
"How is it, Aria? Do you like it?" Christina asked, still standing close behind her naked-turned-dressed daughter.
"It's a very lovely dress, Mother. You have impeccable taste, as always." Aria replied with a warm, appreciative smile, turning slightly to admire the way the emerald fabric draped over her slender figure.
Then she shifted her attention to Christina, her blue eyes meeting her mother's with an expression of genuine curiosity. "But what about you? Aren't you going to buy something for yourself while we're here? I'm absolutely certain you'd look stunning in these dresses too. That deep blue one in the window would match your eyes perfectly."
They were currently inside the private changing room of an exclusive clothing store in the heart of the Capital, the kind of establishment that only accepted noble customers and turned away anyone who couldn't prove their pedigree.
The room was spacious and elegantly appointed, with soft lighting, a full-length mirror, and a comfortable chaise lounge for moments of rest between fittings.
"Maybe…" her mother chuckled.
She gently stroked Aria's blonde hair and asked in a soft voice, "You seemed to be having a very nice dream this morning. Who was the boy, Aria?"
Aria's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink as she peeked at her mother's expression through her lashes, carefully searching that perfectly composed face for any hint of jealousy, suspicion, or hidden malice.
Christina's smile remained gentle and unchanged, her blue eyes warm and curious.
There was no visible edge to her question.
No obvious trap.
"Ah… it wasn't a boy at all, Mother," Aria admitted, her voice carrying just the right note of shy embarrassment. "It was a very lovely girl. I don't quite remember her face now, but she was incredibly beautiful."
Christina's face showed nothing but her usual gentle smile.
"Really? In that case, you should go with your father later. He's going to meet a representative of the Revolutionary Army… and the princess of the Oarburgh Clan. I heard she likes lovely girls, and she's quite pretty herself."
"Then I'm looking forward to it," Aria replied with a bright smile.
Her mother took her hand gently. "Alright, let's go. This dress will do. Come with your father to meet her."
Aria nodded obediently, allowing herself to be led out of the changing room.
Their shopping trip ended without any incident whatsoever.
No further lewd scenes or inappropriate touches.
No sudden death by poisoned tea or jealous strangulation.
No hidden traps or unexpected betrayals.
Just a mother and daughter finishing a peaceful, pleasant shopping trip together, arms laden with expensive purchases, smiling and chatting about nothing of consequence.
That was how she spent the rest of her morning.
Throughout the remainder of the day, her father never stumbled upon her while she was undressed or vulnerable, and he didn't sneak into her room that night either.
No heavy breathing in the darkness.
No rough hands on her sleeping body. No thick cock pressing against her bare skin. Just silence and peace and the soft comfort of her own bed.
All in all, the day turned out to be surprisingly, almost suspiciously peaceful. The kind of peace that felt temporary and fragile, like the calm before a storm.
As Aria closed her eyes that night and let herself drift toward sleep, she mentally prepared herself for what tomorrow would bring.
She would be accompanying her father to meet with the so-called psycho lesbian princess of the Oarburgh Clan, a woman who, according to her mother's carefully chosen words, had a distinct preference for "lovely" girls.
Whether this meeting would be a genuine political negotiation or something far more personal remained to be seen.
But whatever happened, Aria intended to be ready for it.
Chapter 8: The Carriage — Point Of No Return
[Sub-Quest Unlocked]
[New Route Detected!]
[Save Checkpoint Overwritten]
[You may now choose whether to continue the main quest or jump into this sub-quest. Any ending or death on this route will load back to this specific point in time. Choose wisely, Aria. Every path has its pleasures and its consequences.]
[Happy Gaming, Aria!]
So that was it.
The system had detected a branching path and given her a new save point.
Whatever happened from this moment forward, whether she lived or died, whether she succeeded or failed, she could always return to this exact moment and try again.
Aria was now alone with her father inside the carriage.
The guards were riding outside on horseback, their attention fixed on the road ahead, and the driver focused only on whipping the horses and navigating the uneven terrain, completely ignoring whatever might be happening within the enclosed cabin.
No one would interrupt them.
No one would even glance back.
The routes were clear.
The choice was hers.
If she ignored him or acted coldly and distant, he would maintain his decent "father" image and not assault her. That path would likely lead her smoothly toward meeting the Oarburgh princess, the representative of the Revolutionary Army, exactly as her mother had arranged.
A political marriage and a diplomatic encounter.
Nothing more.
But if she stayed gentle and obedient toward this old pervert, if she smiled at him with those innocent eyes and called him "Daddy" in that soft, trusting voice, there was a very high, almost certain chance he would assault her right here in the carriage.
He would lose control completely.
He would take her, claim her and defile his own daughter in the back of a moving carriage while the guards rode mere feet away, completely oblivious.
Just imagining it, the risk, the danger, the sheer forbidden wrongness of it made a shameful, undeniable hint of arousal stir warmly between her legs.
Her father started the conversation with a pleasant, paternal tone. "This must be your first time venturing so far outside the Capital, Aria. The countryside is quite different from the city, isn't it? The fresh air, the open fields, the distant mountains... How do you find it? Do you like it out here?"
"I don't know, Daddy…"
Aria looked at him with wide, innocent, sparkling blue eyes, her expression perfectly vulnerable and trusting. "I feel like the outside world isn't safe at all. There are so many dangers out here. Bandits and wild animals and who knows what else... Will you protect me, Daddy? Will you keep me safe?"
If she glanced down even a little, she could already see the unmistakable outline of his arousal straining against the fabric of his trousers.
His bulge was obvious and growing larger by the second, and he was slowly, subtly drawing himself closer to her until their shoulders were almost touching, until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll always be safe with me. Daddy will protect you from anything and everything." He took her soft hand in his larger, rougher one and gently caressed it, his thumb rubbing slow, intimate circles against her palm.
The gesture was far too tender, far too lingering, to be purely comforting.
[You have raised Bob's Love by +10.]
[You have raised Bob's Lust by +20.]
"I believe you, Daddy. I truly believe you'll always protect me…" Aria replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
She didn't pull her hand away.
And she didn't even flinch or recoil.
Her father leaned in closer, his breath hot and uneven against her cheek. "You're so cute, Aria… so unbelievably beautiful… even more beautiful than your mother ever was, even when she was your age…"
His breathing had grown rough and ragged now, each exhale trembling with barely restrained desire.
She could feel the heat of it against her skin, even smell the faint trace of wine on his breath.
"Daddy…?" she whispered, her voice small and uncertain
"Let's play a little game, Aria… an adult game. Just the two of us. Don't you feel so terribly bored in here with nothing to do?" he asked, his eyes filled with dark, barely restrained anticipation.
His gaze was hungry and desperate.
The gaze of a man who had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally decided to stop pretending.
Even though he phrased it as a question and asked for her permission, his actions told an entirely different story.
He unzipped his trousers with trembling, eager fingers and pulled out his thick, already fully erect cock.
The massive length stood stiff and heavy in the dim light of the carriage, the swollen head already glistening with a bead of precum.
He took her soft, unresisting hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft, his own hand covering hers as he began to guide her movements.
"Ah… yes… this is exactly the game I was talking about, Aria. Such a good girl. Stroke it for Daddy. Just like that. Up and down."
He guided her hand up and down his thick shaft, making her stroke him with slow, deliberate movements.
Aria bit her lower lip hard as she felt the hot, throbbing heat of her father's cock pulsing against her soft palm.
It was so much larger than she had imagined.
So much warmer.
So much more... real.
"Daddy… what about Mother? If she finds out about this, she'll be so angry with both of us…"
"She'll never know, sweetheart. This is our little secret. Just between you and Daddy. Ah… yes… faster, Aria…! Just like that…! I'm going to cum…!"
He groaned loudly, his head falling back against the carriage seat, and forced her hand to move faster and faster along his thick shaft.
He pumped his cock with her soft fingers wrapped tightly around him until he finally exploded with a raw, guttural cry.
Thick, hot ropes of semen shot out in powerful spurts, spilling all over her delicate hand and wrist, dripping down onto the carriage seat beneath them.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed with satisfaction.
"Aria… my beautiful, lovely, perfect daughter… oh, Aria…!"
[You have raised Bob's Love by +20.]
[You have raised Bob's Lust by +50.]
He didn't hold back any longer.
The last threads of his restraint had snapped completely.
He grabbed her face with both hands and crushed his mouth against hers in a bruising, desperate kiss, pushing her down onto the carriage seat with his heavier body pressing her into the cushions.
His tongue forced its way past her parted lips and ravaged her mouth with hungry, wet strokes, tasting her, claiming her, devouring every soft sound she made.
His still-hard cock, already recovering, already eager for more pressed firmly against her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress, the heat of it searing through the layers between them.
Chapter 9: The Fingering and The Lap
He roughly pulled her panties down past her thighs and tossed them aside onto the carriage floor without a second thought, his breathing heavy and uneven with desperate, barely restrained hunger.
Then he lifted her skirt completely, bunching the delicate fabric around her waist and fully exposing her already wet, glistening pink pussy to his ravenous gaze.
The sight of her, his own daughter, so vulnerable and dripping with arousal made him groan with primal satisfaction.
"Aria… I love you so much… Cum for me, Aria… Cum for your daddy…!" he groaned as he pushed two thick, calloused fingers deep into her tight, virgin entrance without any further warning.
Her inner walls clenched instinctively around the sudden intrusion, squeezing his digits with velvety heat.
The wet, lewd, obscene sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy quickly filled the enclosed space of the carriage.
He pumped them hard and deep, curling them upward against her most sensitive inner walls while his calloused thumb rubbed firm, insistent circles over her swollen, throbbing clit.
Every movement was practiced and precise, he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to push her toward the edge.
"So tight… so unbelievably tight… I love you more and more with every passing second, Aria!" her father growled, his voice rough with animalistic need as he fingered her even harder, even faster, the wet squelching sounds growing louder and more obscene with each thrust of his hand.
Aria moaned loudly, unable to hold back the sounds escaping her throat.
The pleasure was building too quickly, too intensely, coiling in her core like a spring wound past its breaking point.
"Ah… Father…! Daddy…! I'm going to cum…!"
"That's it, baby girl… Cum for me, daughter! Cum all over Daddy's fingers!" He thrust his digits faster and deeper, curling them ruthlessly against that perfect spot inside her while his thumb never stopped its relentless assault on her clit.
The wet squelching sounds filled her ears, mixing with his grunts and her desperate cries.
Her body tensed hard, every muscle drawing tight as a bowstring.
With a sharp, broken cry, Aria came violently, her pussy clamping down around his fingers as she squirted all over his hand.
Clear, slick juices sprayed across his fingers in pulsing gushes, soaking into the expensive fabric of his suit, splashing onto his face, and even dripping down onto the carriage floor in a debauched mess.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through her trembling body, leaving her breathless and dazed.
Panting heavily, she looked up at him with a pitiful, vulnerable expression, her blue eyes still hazy with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Daddy… how am I supposed to meet people now…? I'm completely soaked… My dress is ruined…"
"I brought several new dresses for you, sweetie. They're lovely and perfectly clean, waiting in the luggage compartment," he said, his own breathing still heavy and ragged with unfulfilled need. "Don't worry about a thing. Daddy always takes care of his precious girl."
He paused, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "Now… sit here. On your father's lap. Be a good, obedient girl for me."
He patted his thigh invitingly, the gesture casual but the intent unmistakable.
Aria obeyed with a meek, submissive expression.
After quickly smoothing down her skirt, though the fabric was already wrinkled and stained, she climbed onto his lap, settling her weight against his thighs.
She was still not wearing any panties.
They remained discarded on the floor of the carriage, a forgotten scrap of lace that neither of them bothered to retrieve.
The moment she sat down, her bare, freshly-pleasured pussy pressed directly against the thick, straining bulge of his still-hard cock through the fabric of his trousers.
The heat of him was searing against her sensitive flesh.
She could feel every ridge and contour of his massive length through the thin material separating them.
Her father wrapped his strong arms around her from behind and buried his face in her golden hair, inhaling deeply of her scent, the floral perfume she had applied that morning, the faint salt of her sweat, the unmistakable musk of her recent arousal.
He breathed roughly against her scalp, his chest pressing against her back with each ragged exhale.
"Yes… that's my good girl… Such an obedient, perfect daughter… If you keep being this good for Daddy, you'll become the most sought-after, desirable woman in the entire world, Aria. I'll make sure of it."
"Daddy…" Aria bit her lower lip hard, her fingers gripping the fabric of his trousers as another wave of unwanted arousal washed through her.
The rough, jostling movement of the carriage traveling over the uneven country road kept bouncing her body in his lap, making his rock-hard cock rub insistently against her still-sensitive, still-dripping pussy with every bump and jolt.
Each motion sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her overstimulated nerves.
His large, possessive hands never stopped roaming over her body, squeezing her waist, sliding up to cup her small breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, and occasionally dipping lower to feel the wetness still leaking from between her legs.
This was the route she had chosen.
A highly explicit, deeply taboo route that she had willingly stepped onto the moment she called him "Daddy" and let him take her hand.
It was kinky. It was forbidden. It was wrong on every possible level: morally, socially, legally.
And yet the sheer perversion of it, the dark thrill of surrendering to something so completely, utterly taboo, never left her body.
It pulsed through her veins like a drug, making her heart race and her skin flush and her pussy clench with desperate, shameful need.
She was his daughter.
He was her father.
And somewhere on this empty country road, in the privacy of a jostling carriage, those boundaries had been permanently, irrevocably erased.