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“Hey, Sesshomaru-sama,” a petite young girl with shoulder-length dark hair said, pointing at the front clothing section of the store, “Those dresses look so cute!”
She dragged another person with her to look; a tall man, over six foot five, with long white hair, pointed ears, and facial markings indicative of his demon heritage. Sesshomaru’s eyes were a fiery orange, his fingers tipped with deadly claws, and he was being pulled around by her.
“We shall purchase whatever catches your eye, Rin.”
Rin giggled, “I haven't even tried them on yet!”
As usual, they had an audience. The people watching tried to disguise their looks but the human and demon duo could recognize the signs of their interest. A human girl leading around a powerful demon made quite the spectacle— onlookers were to be expected, and Rin didn’t mind too much, after all, people tended to be curious.
See, demons like Sesshomaru were scarcely seen so close to humans, let alone holding hands with one. By nature, his type of demon was either indifferent toward humanity or outwardly disliked them.
Both demon communities and human communities existed. It wasn’t like rules or laws were dividing the two or anything, it was based more on upbringing and the difference of lifespans. On average demons could live up to thousands of years, and in comparison, humans lived and died in the blink of an eye.
Rin looked at her taller companion with smiling eyes while a couple of women wandering the isles snuck glances at him. Along with the unusual situation, he was a sight himself, being as inhumanly handsome as he was.
Rin glanced at him again while taking down a clothing item from the rack.
“Look at this,” Rin said. She held up a yellow and white striped t-shirt dress.
Sesshomaru replied with a nod. He was hard to read, but Rin understood him perfectly well due to their living under the same roof for years and, she believed, some part of it was her own special gift.
As to their relationship, he was Rin’s father. Well, adoptive father, truthfully. She didn’t care about the distinction, although it raised quite a few eyebrows when she explained it to strangers.
Rin was sifting through the different sizes of the dress that caught her eye, humming a tune while she searched for a size small. She was always a fan of brighter colors; she found vibrant colors more pleasant to wear. It fit her personality; bright and cheerful.
Rin put the dress over her body to see how she looked in it and studied herself in the tall mirror next to the rack. She turned to Sesshomaru.
“What do you think?”
“Anything looks good on you, Rin.”
“T-thanks, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said, blushing.
Rin cursed herself. She felt like a broken record. It seemed she couldn’t escape the effects of her dirty secret.
“Um, actually you wait here, I’ll be back. Need to use the ladies’ room.”
“I will be here when you come back.”
She headed toward the bathroom. The demon stood in place awaiting her return.
What a fool she was to think it would be any different today. Exactly how many times had this exact situation played out for her? She considered all the instances when she had to sneak away from Sesshomaru and cover the evidence of her body’s betrayal. Far too many times to count.
After shutting herself in one of the bathroom stalls, Rin sifted through her purse searching for a small spray bottle. It was made to be easily overlooked in case Sesshomaru went searching through her bag for some reason. The only problem with that was she had a hard time locating it.
“Ugh, damn it,” she said, her breathing uneven.
Rin’s problem was the secret she held onto for years. It wasn’t like she could tell anyone since it could potentially ruin everything, and she didn’t have a therapist (although Sesshomaru frequently asked her whether or not she wanted one), leaving the only option of dealing with it herself.
Rin was a pervert.
And in love with her adoptive father.
It ate away at her constantly. She was so attracted to him it hurt, her body ached for him, she felt white-hot fire in her core at the thought of him. He was everything she wanted in the world and more.
Her head was always full of perverted fantasies, and they often hit her at the worst moments. Anything looks good on you Rin, he’d said, and she’d imagined him saying the same thing above her near-naked body.
She imagined him positioned on her bed, looking up at his handsome face and into his smoldering eyes as he carefully slid her panties down her legs—
“Ugh! No, stop!” she whispered.
She located the scent-concealing spray and gave herself a few short spritzes, making sure to get her panties and crotch covered. She had done the same earlier today, but Sesshomaru was a dog demon with a powerful sense of smell, meaning the slightest scent of her arousal would be particularly easy to identify. She didn’t want him knowing that every time she held his hand she got butterflies, or that his compliments made her wet like she was now.
Her fingers seemed to move on their own and Rin found herself rubbing her clit with her back against the stall divider. She panted and spread her pussy lips, fingers coated in her juices. He always seemed to make her crazy. Time and time again she touched herself to him.
At first, she thought she would grow out of it. Each year she waited for the feelings to subside, and each year she was disappointed. She never dated because nobody could come close to her adoptive father, nobody else would make her feel this way. She felt like the unluckiest girl in the world that the only man she wanted to fuck was her dad.
Dad… Rin shook her head. She shied away from that word. Sesshomaru-sama, he’s Sesshomaru-sama. Her adoptive father. She had to draw a line somewhere and calling him that word crosses the line.
Rin bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan and thrust her hips. She shouldn’t be doing this, she needed to get back. She had to force herself to take her fingers away and she waited to catch her breath. Now, because of her perversion, she needed more sprays from the scent-concealer. She hoped she would get to leave the bathroom soon.
Humans were utterly predictable. Each time he went out with Rin humans gaped as if they’d never seen a demon and a human in the same room with each other. It was utterly ridiculous, but unsurprising. Their time together made Sesshomaru aware of just how much of a distance there was between the two.
Although, Sesshomaru remembered a time not too long ago where he despised the intermixing of demons and humans. It was only recently that he’d come to care for at least one human. Rin, a young orphan and the light of his life. He was compelled to give her whatever it was that she wanted. Some said she was spoiled, but he didn’t care. With the life she’d led before they met, it was important to him that she be as happy as she could be.
Beside him Sesshomaru caught the glance of a young woman, seemingly around twenty to twenty-five, eyeing him curiously. He ignored her.
“So, um,” the human spoke, much to his disappointment, “What brings you here?”
He deadpanned, “It is a store. Where goods are sold.”
“Yeah, but, is the girl your…?”
She left the question open-ended, but he didn’t care for unfinished thoughts.
“Is she my what?”
“Your girlfriend?”
It was impossible to tell but Sesshomaru was shocked. Well, as shocked as someone like him could be.
“She is my daughter.”
“Oh! Oh?” the human girl made a questioning face that annoyed him.
This was already quite tedious, and this human woman was overstaying her welcome. Luckily for him, he wouldn’t need to speak to the ignorant girl anymore. Rin came over, saving him from the situation.
“I’m back,” she said. She smiled at him but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hello, Rin.”
The human stranger decided to open her mouth again.
“Well, I’ll be going,”
“Please do.” He said, already turned away.
Rejected, the woman left. Sesshomaru was attuned to Rin’s moods, and right now it seemed that Rin was behaving strangely.
“Is anything the matter?”
“No, who was that though?”
Did he hear a hint of possessiveness? He mustn’t have. He was probably hearing things.
Earlier, when Rin left the bathroom, she’d caught Sesshomaru speaking to that woman. She knew he was an attractive demon man, so sometimes women liked to try and hit it off with him. He always rebuffed their advances, but it still made her blood run hot. He was her Sesshomaru, nobody else’s.
That thought made her pause.
Uh oh, that’s not a good line of thinking as a daughter. She wouldn’t make it weird. She couldn’t. She was already so wrong as it was that she shouldn’t fall deeper into her fantasies.
When she interrupted their little chat, Rin was pleased to see Sesshomaru ignore the other woman. She had to suppress a smirk knowing the woman was likely disappointed. In all the years she’d been his daughter she couldn’t remember a time where he flirted, and she honestly couldn’t imagine him doing it. It was funny trying to think of the stoic and aloof Sesshomaru flirting.
Although she could see him holding her chin up so she was forced to look into his eyes, and speaking in a commanding voice, I want you. Now.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. No horny thoughts, no horny thoughts…
After around thirty more minutes of shopping, the two entered the checkout line and Rin looked up at Sesshomaru’s handsome face. She smiled. He turned his head toward her.
“Rin?”
“Hmm?”
She was happy she had him all to herself.