When a Tyrant Dad Loves - Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Disaster (2)

Warning: Nonconsensual act

Just making eye contact was so overbearing that Ashria felt as if her throat was being choked, and she couldn’t even open her mouth, frozen on the bed.

A heavy silence filled the room, and it was Askar, not Ashria, who broke it.

“So this is it. My bloodline.”

A dry, emotionless voice. But with a hint of curiosity within.

“You resemble me.”

It wasn’t hard to know what he meant by resembling.

Askar raised an eyebrow and moved his long legs, striding towards Ashria.

To be sitting on the bed like a fool even though the Emperor had come, it was not in accordance with etiquette, but Ashria, ignorant of such things, could only stare blankly at her father, who looked just like her.

His broad shoulders looked good to lean on and rest, and his chest, as hard as a rock, seemed quite reliable.

Regardless of his actual personality, that was Ashria’s impression of Askar when she first met him.

More than his sculpted, handsome face, his body, which made her want to rely on him, captivated her.

Askar, who had come right in front of her, stopped for a moment. Then he looked down at Ashria indifferently.

Dark red hair that reached her waist and dark red eyes with a hint of wariness. A white wrist that looked so thin it could break. Her collarbone, protruding and prominent, visible through the slip, showed how thin she was.

Askar scanned her slowly. As if feeling burdened by his gaze, her body flinched wherever his eyes landed.

How much more silence flowed?

“Dad…?”

Ashria, blinking her clear eyes, carefully uttered the title of father.

Askar paused for a moment at the unexpected word. Then he let out a short, hollow laugh.

He was slightly embarrassed because he never thought he would hear the title of father. Of course, he didn’t show it outwardly.

Who would have thought that anyone would dare to call the half-human, half-dragon who had the world at his feet “Dad”?

Most humans couldn’t even make eye contact with him, let alone call him that.

Besides, even if she was uneducated, it was a little surprising that she was looking at him with clear eyes.

Those who met Askar for the first time instinctively knew who was the predator and who was the prey.

Usually, they were busy bowing their heads in front of him.

But Ashria, while being slightly wary, was not hiding her curiosity about him.

The first meeting between a father and daughter who had lived apart for 17 years was quite dry and quiet.

“Dad…”

Askar curled up the corners of his lips at the title he was called for the first time in his life.

“You are the first to call me that.”

“Ah…”

Ashria blushed with embarrassment. Then, after choosing her words for a moment, she called him again.

“Then… should I call you Your Majesty?”

“……”

“…Your Majesty?”

Her plump, moist lips were a soft pink, and her small face was white and clear even without makeup.

Her frame was so small that the slip she was wearing fluttered, revealing her collarbone.

Seeing that, Askar felt his lower body throb.

It wasn’t exactly love or love at first sight.

He was just horny. For his daughter, whom he had just met.

Askar was quite surprised at himself, as he had never been aroused so quickly by seeing someone.

Was it because she resembled him?

His bloodline, who was looking up at him quietly and fluttering her eyelashes, aroused a strange possessiveness.

“Um… thank you. Thanks to Your Majesty saving me…”

Ashria chattered alone, looking at the silent Askar.

Apart from not having the will to live, she didn’t want to be harsh to the father who had helped her and whom she had met for the first time in 17 years.

Askar listened to her quietly, then gestured to the attendants behind him to leave.

The huge door closed, and only Askar and Ashria were left in the room.

The white silk slip was revealing her fair skin here and there. Whether she knew it or not, Ashria was busy thanking Askar.

After talking for a while, Ashria finished by saying that she would live quietly in the Imperial Palace without causing any trouble.

At her words, Askar laughed softly.

“You know your place well.”

“…Pardon?”

“Yes, my knights saved you, so you are greatly indebted to me.”

He lowered his body and naturally moved closer to Ashria. Then, the sweet and fresh scent of a woman who had just become an adult lingered at the tip of his nose.

It was quite different from an artificial scent.

Looking at his lower body, which was stiff and starting to ache, Askar reached out his hand. His rather large hand carelessly caressed Ashria’s cheek.

Feeling something strange at the gesture, Ashria couldn’t pinpoint it and just blinked like a fool.

Was he simply trying to express affection between father and daughter? She was lost in thought for a moment.

With strangely cold eyes, Askar smiled nicely.

“So you’ll have to obediently spread your legs for me.”

“…Pardon?”

Unable to believe the words that followed, Ashria’s eyes widened.

Spread my legs? For my dad? Me? Why?

Thoughts that she couldn’t understand floated in her head. But she wasn’t given time to dwell on them for long.

The hand that had been caressing her cheek grabbed the back of her head, and before she could even blink, her lips were pressed together.

“…Mmph!”

With that, Ashria’s eyes also widened.

There was no time to be surprised by a mere kiss. As soon as a hot lump of flesh forced its way through her teeth, her slip was lifted up.

A rough male hand groped her soft thighs and began to invade a secret place that no one had ever touched.

“Ugh…!”

Confused, Ashria struggled and tried to push him away, but she couldn’t be pushed away by such a gesture.

The broad shoulders that looked good to lean on became a beast that violated a young daughter, pressing down on her body, and the chest that she had thought was reliable for a moment became a trap that caught a defenseless herbivore so that it could not escape, trapping Ashria in its arms.

What kind of person would her father be? She had thought of many possibilities, but at least among the dozens or hundreds of possibilities, there was no such case.

“Why, why are you doing this…!”

Ashria asked as soon as her lips parted in surprise. Her heart was pounding.

She had never dreamed that she would have her first kiss with her father.

“I’m horny.”

“…Pardon?”

“There’s no special reason.”

He grabbed her trembling thighs and tore off the piece of cloth that was barely covering her genitals. Then, fair flesh without a single hair between her slender legs welcomed him.

“I just want to stick my dick in your hole.”

Born at the top of the food chain, he had never failed to get what he wanted.

He had never had to stop something because of someone else, he had never had to make concessions for someone, and he had never had to think or be considerate of the other person’s point of view.

It was just natural.

Whether the other person was his bloodline or not, he was horny for Ashria, and Ashria was in front of him.

Regardless of her intentions, if he wanted to fuck, he would.

Confused, Ashria shook her head, unable to grasp the situation, and tried to cover her genitals.

As if displeased with the sight, Askar muttered indifferently.

“You better take your hand away unless you’re going to spread your legs instead of acting coy.”

His monotonous voice calmly uttered vulgar words.

“I don’t have the patience to cater to girls who put on a cheap act.”

Ashria’s mind went blank for a moment.

Words like “cunt” or “acting coy” were not words that should ever come out between him and her.

But she wasn’t given time to be surprised by the sudden situation.

Askar, who had been tilting his head and looking down at her for a moment, tore off the slip that was barely hanging on her in one fell swoop and grabbed her tender thighs tightly.

“Agh…”

Her groan flowed out involuntarily because of how strong his grip was. Soon, she heard the sound of his pants buckle being undone, and before long, something hard touched a place that had never been touched by anyone else’s hand.

It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was her father’s penis.

There was no time to admire what a man’s penis looked like. She was just frantically rolling her eyes while being pressed down by him.

“Yo, Your Majesty…?”

Even though Ashria was not well-educated, she clearly knew that this act was rape.

Ashria struggled to push him away. But Askar’s body was heavy and hard. It meant that she couldn’t push him away with just small gestures.

“Hmm…”

Askar smirked as he carelessly spread the flesh between her plump legs.

“You’re quite cute.”

It was an awkward gesture without any consideration.

The plump flesh between her fair labia twitched, and Askar indifferently pressed down on it.

“Haa…”

Surprised by the unfamiliar sensation, Ashria arched her back and cringed. Then, a look of pleasure appeared in his eyes.

But that pleasure was one derived from toying with the weak.

Like children casually tearing the wings off dragonflies. Like having the option to pour hot water into an ant colony whenever one grew tired of watching them.

It was just about that level of enjoyment. That’s what Ashria was to Askar.

His manhood, far larger than that of a normal human, stood stiffly erect between the flaps of his open trousers. A milky fluid had gathered at its tip.

The head alone was the size of her vulva, and she worried if insertion would even be possible. Not only was it large, but the shaft was covered in grotesque protrusions, making it look like a monster.

No, with half-dragon blood running through his veins, he was practically a monster to humans.

Askar gripped the base of his cock and aimed the head at her seemingly dry hole. Even the word “aimed” felt ridiculous. The tightly sealed flesh didn’t even resemble a hole; could it even be called that?

He hated the struggling movements of her body, so he grabbed her skinny ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Then, he began to properly position himself.

No sooner had her pale buttocks lifted slightly than Askar roughly thrust his hips forward, forcing open her tightly closed vulva. His dark red member forced its way into the pinkish hole, delivering a horrifying sensation of pressure.

It was the beginning of violence.