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Yoon wasn’t a bad person. Not really. She was simply… demanding. Demanding of herself, of others, but above all of the image she projected.
Her reputation, and that of her family, came before everything else. Before comfort, before feelings, even before the truth. So when this carefully constructed balance threatened to collapse, Yoon had to act. She was willing to do anything to preserve what she had built.
Her marriage, for example.
From the outside, everything was flawless. Her husband was an influential, respected man, the kind whose name alone was enough to silence a room. Charismatic, always composed, he embodied success and stability. By his side, Yoon was the perfect image of an elegant, poised wife.
Together, they had an eleven-year-old daughter. A gentle, quiet child, the kind who never made waves, who already understood, without needing to be told, the importance of behaving properly.
A perfect family.
At least, on the surface.
Because in reality, everything was beginning to crack.
What would happen if people found out that this highly respected man was sharing a bed with his own secretary? What would they think of her? Of Yoon? Of this woman who, clearly, hadn’t been able to “hold” her home together?
It was unacceptable.
She hadn’t spent her life bending over backwards, making the right choices, sacrificing what needed to be sacrificed, only to see it all come crashing down because of one man’s indiscretions.
Her mother had always told her: when a family breaks apart, it’s the woman who has failed. No matter the circumstances. No matter who was really at fault. A woman had to know how to maintain order, keep control… and above all, never let the cracks show.
Nothing was to get out. Nothing was to be known. No matter the means. No matter the consequences.
So yes… Yoon found a solution.
She had realized her husband wasn’t as attracted to her anymore; they were living like roommates. He wasn’t sleeping with his secretary or some other slut because he was in love, no, it was just for sex. Something he could have right in his own home, but no. He went looking for it outside, where everyone could find out. So she tried to offer him her own body, but that wasn’t enough for him. He always seemed to be looking elsewhere.
So she did the unthinkable. She used the one thing no man could ever refuse: a nice, young pussy, their daughter, Lane. As she’d said earlier, he didn’t have to look elsewhere; everything was right at home. You might think she was crazy, but no, she was just thinking about her family’s well-being. That was all.
So she set her plan in motion. She didn’t want to risk a bad reaction from her husband, so she had to make sure he used Lane without knowing it. He had to become addicted to that tight pussy, so he’d never be able to turn back.
But before that, she had to prepare the girl. The goal wasn’t to kill her with pain; she knew her husband didn’t mince words.
So one day, while Jungkook was at work, she went into Lane’s room, which was like a little living room all set up, she had everything she needed to stay there: a coffee table, a sofa, and a huge bed. A real princess. This little angel was going to save Mom and Dad’s marriage.
Lane was sitting on her couch with a book in her hand when she heard a noise; she turned around and saw her mother smiling kindly at her.
“There you are, I was looking for you,” she said as she settled down on the couch next to Lane.
“Yes?” Lane replied with an innocent look; she had no idea what was in store for her. It was almost exciting for Yoon. She ran two fingers through Lane’s blonde locks before tilting her head to gaze at her.
“Do you love Mom and Dad?”
“Yes, of course! I love you both so much,” she replied cheerfully; she was such a sweet little thing.
“You’d be really sad if something happened to one of us, wouldn’t you? You see all your friends whose parents don’t love each other anymore and don’t live together anymore, right? We make fun of them sometimes.”
“I’d be really sad. I don’t want you two to hate each other like them…”
"Shhh, I know, Lane, I know. That’s why I need you to help me with something."
“You’re scaring me. Is Dad going to leave? Don’t you love each other anymore?”
“It all depends on you.” Yoon had no qualms about putting that pressure on the 11-year-old’s shoulders. She had to understand that a lot rested on her. “Whatever happens in the future, whether it’s something you don’t understand or don’t like, I want you to accept it. To endure it. Okay?”
Lane looked at her, confused; she didn’t understand a thing. “What do you mean?”
“Have you ever done anything with boys?” The question came out of nowhere, making Lane blush. She couldn't believe her conservative mother was asking her that. Yes, of course she'd kissed a boy in elementary school, but she didn't want her to know. “Um, no... Mom.”
"What did I tell you about liars? “Tell me the truth now.” Lane was afraid of being punished, so she confessed, “I was kissed once.”
“And you didn’t do anything else?” she asked quickly. Lane shook her head. Honestly, what kind of sexual activity would an 11-year-old girl even be capable of at that age? As a mother, she should have been relieved and happy, but she just told herself she’d have to prepare her, stretch her pussy so her husband wouldn’t have too much trouble fucking her.
“I’m going to need you to stay calm and be good for me. Don’t move and don’t scream, okay?” Lane nodded, still confused. Yoon lifted Lane’s skirt and pulled her panties down to her feet. Lane panicked and grabbed her mother’s hand, but the look Yoon gave her scared her, and she let go immediately. “This is part of what you have to do to help Mom and Dad, okay? So just stay still.”
With a few strokes here and there, she soon reached her little pussy, spending a few minutes circling around it. The goal wasn’t to make her come, but just to relax her so she could slip two fingers inside.
First, she started with a finger, which she pushed in pretty quickly, making Lane cry out, but Yoon quickly covered her mouth with her hand. The servants were still there, so they had to be quiet. She moved it back and forth a few times. “You have to be ready for Daddy tonight; we’re going to give him a little surprise, okay?” But a surprise of what? The little girl was completely lost; she didn’t understand what her mother was doing to her, let alone the surprise for her dad. Was there a connection?
“But it hurts a bit, Mom,” she admitted with a few tears, but that didn’t please Yoon. “Don’t ever cry with your dad. “Now spread your legs wider,” she said, immediately inserting another finger. She went a little deeper, spreading her fingers inside, but the little girl was extremely tight; her fingers were literally being squeezed. But she didn’t have any more time, so she had to make do.
Small whimpers could be heard in the room; yes, Lane was moaning, from pain, but also from pleasure. “Mom… what… what… is…”
“Looks like someone’s going to have a lot of fun tonight. I’m proud of you, my angel.” It was the first time since she was born that her mother had called her that. She felt like she was making her mother proud, which was pretty hard to do, so she clung to that feeling and spread her legs even wider. "You’re going to be a very good little hole for your father. Do a good job and you’ll save your family.” Once again, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but her 11-year-old brain had shut down because of the pleasure she was feeling down there. It didn’t hurt that much anymore. Yoon took the opportunity to slide in a third finger, with a little difficulty and a sharp cry from Lane.
Everything was going to be fine. Her marriage would be saved, her reputation would remain intact.
Nothing was more important than that.
Jungkook was about to head home; he’d had a good day at work pretty tiring, but with the help of his pretty secretary, the day had gone by faster.
He was well aware that cheating was wrong, but he no longer felt anything for his wife, and he wasn’t about to hold back. So if sleeping with his secretary could help him feel better, nothing was going to stop him, not even his control-freak wife.
All the servants had already left when he arrived, which was quite unusual. Yoon was sitting on the couch with a magazine; she stood up to kiss him and welcome him home. Jungkook returned the kiss out of respect, and also because he knew that manners were quite important to her.
“How was your day?”
“Good. And yours?”
“Pretty good too.”
That was their conversation. Quite the couple, aren’t they?
Jungkook made himself comfortable by taking a shower and came back wearing loose pants and a tank top that showed off all his muscles and tattoos.
“Is Lane already asleep?” he asked, a little disappointed; he would have loved to give his pretty little princess a big hug. He had also bought her a gift.
“Yes, she went to bed pretty early tonight.” Yoon stood behind JK, who was sitting on the couch, and began to rub his shoulders. “I know you're cheating on me,” she confessed in a soft voice. JK didn't panic; he had nothing to hide. They were happier together, so why lie? So he remained silent. “But don’t worry, I don’t blame you for it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Then why?” She began kissing his neck. “You weren’t discreet enough. If I found out, someone else could too. And that… I wouldn’t like that at all, my love.”
“No one will find out,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying his wife’s caresses.
“No, I don’t want to take the risk. But maybe… maybe I’m the only one to blame… maybe I should have been more invested in our relationship. But don’t worry, I have a surprise for you.” She pulled away from him and stood facing him.
“Come up to our room—there’s a little surprise for you.”
He stood up before going upstairs; the lights were dim, so you couldn’t see much. But he saw that. At the edge of the bed were a pair of buttocks. Yes. Someone was face down, ass up. And there was a blanket covering their entire body except for their butt. Yoon appeared behind him.
"Surprise. I should have started spicing up our sex life sooner. Have fun, and whatever you do, don’t take off the blanket. That’s another surprise.”
“Are you fucking with me?” Yeah, he couldn’t believe it. His wife, who was the biggest control freak, had just set him up with a hooker? And she’d just be there watching. He couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t help but get hard. Fuck. There was no way in hell he was turning this down.
“No. Enjoy yourself; I'll be downstairs making dinner,” and with that, she left. They were alone together. So he approached her, and what shocked him was her size. She was tiny; he noticed it even more when he placed both hands on her hips. His mind was racing. He was going to destroy her.
Unable to stop himself, he slapped her buttocks twice in quick succession. But no sound came from the woman’s mouth. He slapped her twice more just to see, but nothing. He slapped her pussy, but nothing. A pussy that was extremely soft and hairless. Nothing at all. He bent down to get a better look, and holy shit. She looked so tight. It was almost unused. He couldn’t help but lick her, over and over. His hands were busy pulling his cock out of his pants before stroking it back and forth.
The tiny slut looked unconscious.
His wife had drugged a woman so he could fuck her. Or rather, rape her. Fucking hell. This was so fucked up. His wife was fucked up, but he was even more so since he was going to fuck her. He stood up, his cock hanging in front of her pussy. But the girl was way too small, which meant he was too high to reach her and penetrate her. So he bent his knees; it wasn’t comfortable, but it was manageable. He ran his cock over the girl’s lips several times. With one hand, he grabbed the whore’s waist to lift her up a little more, which caused the blanket to slip down a bit. He could now see the girl’s extremely slim waist. It would make any man want to run his hands over it. But his cock was far too close to her hole to stop now. So he slid in gently, again and again. Holy shit. It was incredibly tight. Way too tight, so much so that his eyes rolled back.
He pulled out his cock and shoved it in abruptly, all the way in. A little whimper escaped her lips, so he glanced at the unconscious girl before smiling slightly. He repeated the same motion over and over, each time more violently. So brutally that the girl started to move away, but he grabbed her by the waist to pull her toward him. It’s going to leave bruises, that’s for sure.
He started fucking her violently, growling. Her pussy was choking him from the inside; he could barely move, but he didn’t stop. Moans grew louder, a soft voice, a tiny voice. He wanted to hear more, so he thrust deeper. This time a piercing scream pierced his ears, but he didn’t stop. It was divine. “You like that, slut? You like being used like an object?”
“Hhhhhmmm, it hurts...” He was in immense pleasure; maybe that was why he hadn't paid attention to the girl's complaint. But the second “s-stop” set off alarm bells. That voice rang a bell. He kept thrusting anyway, his gaze fixed on the person beneath him. He didn't take his eyes off her. And with every “no,” “stop,” “w-what is happening,” his body missed a fucking beat. That voice. That fucking little voice, trembling with fear, really did ring a bell. The person underneath tried to free herself from the blanket covering her. He just kept thrusting into her. But distinct sobs could be heard now. And then, he could no longer stay in denial.
She managed to lift the blanket a little, revealing her long blonde locks, which scattered everywhere with every thrust. “Oh fucking god.” In a desperate gesture, he placed his hand on the girl’s head to stop her from pulling the sheets over her head. He knew who was underneath. He knew who his cock was plunging into. Who was crying.
But admitting it meant he’d have to stop.
And he didn’t want to stop.
So he pressed harder on Lane’s head. “Shhhhh. Everything’s okay.” Lane’s body froze. It was her dad. Her dad was hurting her. She kept crying and thrashing about, begging him to stop, but nothing changed. He kept making strange noises. “Mommy did this to us, princess. She did this to Daddy.” He kept fucking her but could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not inside the pussy of…of…
“Damn, you look so sexy. This is so wrong, but you look so sexy.” His hand slid down to Lane’s neck and gripped it. “Daddy’s coming. Fuck, I’m going to cum inside my 11-year-old daughter’s pussy.” His eyes rolled back, the room spun around him, and Lane’s moans were driving him crazy.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he came inside her without being able to stop himself. But he didn't stop; he kept thrusting. He was still hard. His cock wanted to keep pounding his underage daughter's pussy. A pussy so small and hot.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” Yoon said as she walked in, watching the scene before her. Her husband balls deep inside their kid. Their daughter who wasn’t even old enough to take the bus alone. Jungkook could only groan. His wife stood beside them, her gaze lingering on the obscene connection between her husband and her daughter. It was pornography and extremely problematic. But whatever happened at home stayed at home.
The size difference between the two left nothing to the imagination. You could tell he had a little girl on his cock. She was so tiny. No grown woman could look like that.
“How does she feel? Good, huh?” She caressed Jungkook's chest while looking him in the eyes. “How does it feel to have your underage daughter on your cock, my love?” That sentence drove Jungkook crazy; the fact that his wife recognized the person beneath him as his own daughter made it all feel far too real.
"She feels like heaven. “I've never fucked anything this tight,” he was about to cum a second time. “Or this young, right?” Yoon added mockingly. “Or maybe I have, I don't know what kind of woman or girl you cheated on me with.” Yoon was nitpicking, but JK didn't have time for that. "You're really fucking crazy.
Huh? You're giving me your own daughter to fuck, what kind of mother does that?“ He snickered slightly, not believing it. ”The kind who wants to keep her family together. And the biggest fuck-up here is you. Your daughter is crying, and yet you won't stop."
Yoon climbed onto the bed and sat down next to Lane. She stroked the blanket with her fingertips. “Why haven’t you taken it off yet? Don’t you want to see the look on your daughter’s face, Jungkook?” He slowed down slightly, but didn’t stop. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid of how she’ll look at you? Her own dad betraying her like this.” Suddenly, Yoon pulled the blanket off; Lane was underneath. Her cheek pressed against the mattress, breathless, her face red and wet with tears. Jungkook thought she was beautiful. So much so that he couldn’t help but come inside her a second time.
“Wow, you really aren’t afraid of anything. You’re lucky she hasn’t started her period yet,” she sneered, looking JK in the eyes. A flash of panic crossed his gaze but subsided immediately. She was safe.
“D-daddy?” She tried to speak in a lifeless voice. “Is that y-you…?” She felt a liquid sliding down her private parts. “Y-yeah, baby, it’s daddy. You did good. So fucking good, little one.” He leaned toward her to stroke her face and brush a few strands of hair from her cheeks.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, the hypocrite. “Y-yes. I told you to stop but-but you didn’t.” She started crying again, but Yoon grabbed a small handful of her hair before lifting her up slightly. “I told you not to cry in front of your daddy. Do you want him to leave us? Hm? Do you want to destroy our family?” Yoon looked a little crazy at that moment, but she believed she was doing all this for her family. So that apparently excused everything.
Jk’s cock hardened a third time, but he pulled out of Lane to give her a break, for a little while.
“I-I’m sorry, Mom-I’m sorry…” Yoon let go of her hair before regaining her smile.
“Now turn around, get on your back for Dad. He wants to put his cock back in your pussy,” she ordered, helping her to get into position. “No, Yoon… I think we should stop this… it’s wrong,” guilt and uncertainty began to hit him. But she wasn’t going to lose everything because of his feelings.
“See what you've done, Lane. Daddy doesn't want you anymore.” A few tears rolled down her cheeks. She thought she had ruined her parents' relationship. That her dad was going to abandon her because of her. "I'm sorry, Daddy. “Ple-please don’t leave us... please...”
Yoon made a fake, pained pout at JK. “See what you’ve done to our family? It’s your fault I had to go this far. Couldn’t you just be content with what you had? Hmm, you had to go looking elsewhere. So you forced me to find a solution.”
She leaned toward JK and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against the trembling girl’s pussy. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Sex? The very thing threatening to destroy our family. Look, she can give it to you. Right here at home. No need to look elsewhere anymore.”
She was almost desperate. And JK felt like he was in a dream. It all seemed unreal. His wife was offering him their young daughter; he had permission to fuck her as many times as he wanted without having to hide it from her. But he knew this was all wrong. Oh yes, it was extremely wrong. But his cock was already inside Lane’s pussy before he could say a word. Yoon had pushed it in.
“Tell Daddy how much you love him. Come on, Lane,” she ordered, planting kisses on JK’s neck.
“I love you, Daddy. I-love you so much… please.” She didn’t even know why she was begging. Her whole body was numb; her private parts were so full she could feel it in her stomach. It was such a weird sensation, but good at the same time. But it hurt, too. He pulled out completely before thrusting back in violently. It took her breath away. “Daddy loves you too, little one, so so much. This pussy is eating me alive. Fuck,“ he leaned toward her before kissing her. He completely dominated the kiss; there was nothing romantic about it-it was perverted and messy. ”Baby… hmm baby," he couldn’t even form full sentences anymore. The only sounds in the room were JK’s grunts and Lane’s moans.
“How does your daddy's big cock feel inside your pussy, Lane? Tell him,” Yoon ordered as he fingered Lane. It hurt, but it felt good anyway. So she wasn't sure what to say. But her mom wouldn't be happy if she said anything negative, so she decided to please him. "Daddy's cock feels good… so good. I can feel it in my tummy...“ That mouth was so lonely. ”Fuck. Such a good fucking girl. This pussy belongs to Daddy, hm? Yeah. Fuck, baby, okay." He went deeper, eliciting more screams, Yoon’s fingers moving faster over Lane’s undeveloped vulva. And the next second, a gush of fluid came out of Lane. A high-pitched scream followed. Lane had just had her first orgasm. At 11 years old. Thanks to her dad and mom.
“Oh fuck. Cum on my cock. Daddy isn’t done with you.” I kept thrusting back and forth; his cock was completely soaked, the sheet beneath them, and even his clothes. “Well, we have an interesting daughter.”
“Baby, you're so fucking tight around Daddy's cock. You have to understand that as a grown man, my instinct is to hold you down and fuck my cock into you until you pass out. But Daddy is being nice and gentle for his sweet daughter's first time.” Lane was trembling beneath him; her orgasm had completely exhausted her, and she was overwhelmed right now. She was forced to simply accept her father's love.
“What a slut you are for Daddy’s cock. Moan for me, baby. For the cock that made you. Hmmm, fuck, baby. Good girl. Daddy is going to cum inside you, baby. Take me, take me.” He thrust inside her. “Do you see what your body does to a man?” He planted a kiss on her forehead before pulling out.
“So, what do you think of my offer? Deal?” Yoon asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Jk stripped completely naked before climbing back onto Lane. “Yeah, deal,” he replied before plunging his cock back into that forbidden pussy.
Their new lifestyle couldn’t have been more heavenly for Jungkook. Much to Yoon’s delight, he had stopped cheating on her with other women. He stayed quietly at home, raping Lane day and night.
At first he was gentle, well, as gentle as he could be. But little by little, the situation began to go to his head. Who could stay sane when you know you can fuck your 11-year-old daughter every day with no consequences? So he stopped seeing her as a person. He used her however he could.
Imagine him walking past the bathroom and seeing his daughter; he’d just walk in, leave the door open, because why close it? Who’s going to stop him? Yoon? Haha. He’d pull out his cock before forcing Lane off the toilet seat and down to her knees on the floor. “Open your mouth.” Then he’d thrust as deep as possible. He’d pound and pound her throat without any regard for her. It was her fault. She was tiny and defenseless; she couldn’t do anything to him. “You can pee on the floor if you want, I know you weren’t finished,” he taunted, choking her with his cock. Lane did everything she could to break free from him, but he held her head with his two big hands. “Stay.”
“Open wide,” he dragged her up against a wall without stopping his thrusting. “You're my disgusting toilet, huh? Come on, try harder to save yourself. You know no one's going to help you here, huh. Not Mom, anyway. It's because of her that you're fed up with this.” Lane’s body was starting to weaken; she was about to lose consciousness. The thought excited her father even more. So he kept going without stopping for a few more minutes before coming deep inside her little throat. One down.
“Since I'm already in the bathroom, I might as well take this opportunity to pee, right?” Suddenly, a liquid slid down Lane's throat. She struggled as much as she could, but her father was holding her against the wall.
“Such a cute little helper”