When a Tyrant Dad Loves - Chapter 0: Prologue

Yes, definitely.

From the moment I first met you, you were different from other children.

Born under a venomous and bitter mother, I worried you might resemble her even in the slightest, but those concerns were unfounded.

You were strange.

An indifferent face and empty eyes that seemed to hold no attachment to life.

I should have noticed something was wrong then…

Why was I blinded by lust and failed to realize anything?

From the first time I saw you, I loved your crimson hair that resembled mine.

The small curve of your lips when you occasionally smiled was lovely. That smile, so rarely shown amidst your indifference to the world, was endearing.

If God existed, I would have beheaded Him to protect you from taking you away.

You were already everything to me.

But because of me, our relationship was twisted from the start, and I, a fool who only knew how to suffocate your fragile breath, couldn’t fix this broken relationship.

Even if I knelt before you like other men, offering the flowers you loved and whispering sweet words of love, our relationship, so messed up and tainted, would not improve.

Even I, an ignorant man, knew that much clearly.

So, the only choice I have is…

Just one.

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Askar was such a man.

He would forcefully trap a frail body in his arms, afraid it would break if he held it too tightly, hook thin legs over his shoulders, and ruthlessly thrust a phallus as thick as a woman’s arm into her hole. Unable to restrain himself, impulsive. He crammed everything of her into his grasp, craving only his own affection, unaware that it was destroying her.

A man who loved in a way that could only end in ruin.

A man who could only offer a dark and possessive love, destined to be alone despite having the world at his feet.

Even as the woman trapped in his arms gasped for breath, writhing and trying to escape, he did not stop.

Like a cruel slaughterer, he merely pressed down on her emaciated body, thrusting his hips.

“Haa… huff…”

While other women might have screamed in agony, as if their bodies were being torn in half, Ashria only shed physiological tears, surrendering her body to Askar’s actions like a soulless doll.

It wasn’t because she liked it, or because the act was satisfying.

As if proving the saying “half-human, half-dragon,” a cock full of bumpy protrusions that were not human pierced her tender hole, mercilessly churning her thin inner walls, yet Ashria merely accepted the violent act with empty eyes.

The phallus, invading without any foreplay, was no different from a weapon, and each thrust brought a searing sensation and a terrible pain that felt like her body was being torn to pieces.

In the midst of a vision that seemed to flicker white, she dug her fingernails into his muscular body, desperately clinging to her sanity to avoid fainting, to avoid collapsing in front of Askar.

As if mocking her efforts, his well-defined abs rippled with movement, the protrusions on his flesh pillar cruelly rubbing against her tender flesh.

“Huk… augh…”

“Ashria.”

A slightly rough palm caressed Ashria’s soft cheek. Then, he carefully wiped away the tears staining her eyes.

“I love you.”

Affection had long been tainted by violence and madness, its essence diluted, yet Askar continued to whisper his love.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Still, his lower body was terrible and cruel.

His swollen cock was busy pounding, pounding, not caring for Ashria, and her body, crushed by his rock-hard form, throbbed as if bruised.

Ashria’s breath was precarious, as if she would soon pass out.

“Heeuk…”

Once again, a terrible declaration of love fell upon her ears.

“I love you, my one and only mate, my daughter, my family. My Ashria…”

Unlike Askar’s eyes, filled with twisted affection, Ashria’s eyes were empty, as if they contained nothing.

It was always like this.

He was selfish and willful.

It was foolish, ridiculous, and pitiful that he thought holding her so tightly would mean he would never lose her.

Rarely, she slightly raised the corner of her lips.

The fact that it wouldn’t be long before his arrogant eyes were filled with a sense of loss made her smile.

Was it because she knew that after she left, no one would be by Askar’s side?

Even though all that remained after the violence-filled relationship was pain, Ashria didn’t particularly hate him.

She just wanted to see Askar, who had the world at his feet, collapse in despair at least once.