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Fuyumi found out that she was sick in the head when she was fifteen. It started slowly, but she could feel it coming. Ever since Enji gave her an ounce of attention after years of abandonment, she felt this weird thing in her head. And not just in her head; it was in her chest as well.
She took her mother’s role in the house and cared for her little brothers to the best of her abilities. The teenage girl was content with this, as long as it meant getting this tiny bit of appreciation from her father.
Even though she was young, she was no fool. She was aware that her father did terrible things to her mother when she was still around, and he also abused Shoto. Still, Fuyumi simply couldn’t hate him. Of course, she sometimes felt uncomfortable around him, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Natsuo felt.
When the months dragged on, and he acknowledged her more and more, the weird feeling in her chest got heavier. She wanted his praise; she longed for it so much. She tried to be the best daughter she could be to a father that had not much care for her.
Every slight touch of Enji sent shivers down her spine. A pat on the head or shoulder was almost too much to bear. She knew that those hands had beaten her mother, yet she just couldn’t feel too bad to want to feel his touch. She craved a hug; she couldn’t even remember the last time he had hugged her.
When Fuyumi turned sixteen, those feelings got even stronger and weirder. She regularly talked with her father now. She would wait for him to come home to eat with him. Fuyumi tried her best to smile at him, hoping to get that long-wanted hug. But, she was too shy to ask him for it, no, she wanted him to hug her!
Her heart was heavy when all he ever talked about was Shoto.
Sometimes, she lay in her room and cried into her pillow because he wouldn’t acknowledge her as much as he did her younger brother.
Shortly before her seventeenth birthday, she felt that she was honestly sick in the head for the first time. It scared her to death when she became clear of this fact.
She watched her father fighting over the TV. She was alone, Shoto was in his room, and Natsuo was out with a friend. And Fuyumi watched tensely how her father battled the villain.
Halfway through the report, she felt the strange urge to touch herself, something that never had happened before. Even more shocking was how wet she was from watching her father. At the end of the report, she was completely exhausted and embarrassed about her doing. She turned off the TV and got into bed immediately.
She couldn’t believe that she had masturbated to her father on TV! She was seriously sick, right? Which normal daughter did something like this? Utterly distraught about her actions, she cried herself to sleep that night.
From this day forth, the urge to touch herself while thinking of her father got worse. Sometimes, she could barely keep it together. What’s worse, the long-awaited hug came on her birthday. But she could hardly enjoy it because her insides twisted, and she felt herself getting wet. She had to keep it together!
She still couldn’t believe that she would even dare to think something like that. She knew how bad this was. She really shouldn’t feel like that! It was the biggest taboo!
For the next couple of years, she suffered immensely without Enji ever knowing what he did to his daughter. Their relationship had become quite good over the years, and this was pure hell for her. These weird little feelings had become fully grown emotions. Fuyumi could barely stand to think about them, though.
She knew she was in love with her father! It was sickening, and she was so embarrassed whenever those thoughts snuck into her head. Like a criminal, she visited a sex shop to buy herself a toy, flaming orange it was, and large. Just how she imagined him. She almost cried while purchasing it.
Fuyumi felt so bad for using the toy whenever she felt alone; whenever Enji didn’t give her enough attention. One evening, he came home incredibly irritated, and Fuyumi wished so much that she could help him. But the gaze he gave her was extremely hostile. And sick in the head, she went to her bedroom to fuck herself with the toy.
Those eyes made her insides curl in the most forbidden ways. God, she was so sick!
Eventually, Natsuo moved out to go to college, and she was almost alone with her father. Only Shoto was still there. But soon after, he moved into the UA dorms.
Being alone with Enji was so incredibly awkward for her. Not for him, though. After all, he didn’t know about his daughter’s feelings.
In recent years, Fuyumi subtly tried to act more of a wife than a daughter. She would cook for him, clean the house, literally do anything her mother had done. She wished so much that she could be his new wife.
Sometimes she imagined that she wasn’t his daughter, that she was just an average woman who fell in love with the now number one hero. And he would acknowledge her as a lover. Her thoughts got pretty steamy sometimes.
Fuyumi was in the kitchen when he came home from a long, exhausting work day. “I’m home, Fuyumi!” he called out.
Her heart fluttered excitedly, and she answered: “Welcome home!” her cheeks blushed when she imagined him hugging her from behind, kissing her even.
She set the table and served him food; together, they ate. “How was your day?” she asked, twirling a strand of her hair.
“Stressful. I don’t know, even more than usual,” he let out an exhausted sigh.
“Do you want some sake?” She asked him, boldly placing her hand on his forearm.
After some time of consideration, he nodded. “Yeah, I think I need that.” With that, Fuyumi got up to get him sake. When she came back, she made sure to sit closely next to him.
“Here, I hope that makes you feel better,” She smiled at him brightly.
“Thank you, Fuyumi. What would I do without you?” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He drank the sake, not realizing that he had just made Fuyumi’s evening. A praise and a soft touch from him! She was in heaven.
The evening continued with him drinking his stress away. Usually, he didn’t drink that much. He needed a clear mind, but this night was different. Fuyumi drank too, not as much, but enough to feel tipsy.
She leaned against Enji’s shoulder. “Daddy, you are so tense. I thought the alcohol helped,” she murmured.
“Yeah, I feel pretty tense, still,” he drawled.
Feeling bold through the alcohol, Fuyumi crawled behind him. “I’m sure I can help you with that. I can massage you.”
Enji huffed. “Go ahead then,” he said, and she got to work.
“Undress your shirt so I have better access,” she almost purred. She was way too excited, and the alcohol fogged her mind.
Her father got out of his tight shirt, and she marveled at his muscular back. How much would she love to see him from the front, though.
As promised, she got to work and massaged him. He groaned when she right away hit the sore spot. Her hands were wonderfully cool on his heated skin. “My God, dad, so much tension.” She leaned closer to his neck, almost kissing it. She wanted it so badly!
“I know,” he murmured.
She massaged him for an hour or so; her sense of time was completely messed up; it felt like an eternity for her anyway. While massaging him, she felt how aroused she got; she was dripping wet.
“You did great, Fuyumi!” He praised her, placing his hand on her head. She couldn’t keep herself in check. They had some more alcohol during that hour, and her sick head was spinning.
She moaned out loud when he touched her. Fuyumi leaned closer and kissed her father on the side of the neck. “That means so much to me,” she whimpered. Her panties were uncomfortable to sit in. She really wanted to get rid of them.
Her kisses didn’t stop, however. Out of control, she kissed up his jawline. “What are you doing?” He asked.
“All those years, I was such a good daughter, was I not?” She murmured against his skin. Her cool fingers trailed over his chest, her breathing getting heavier.
“Yes, you were. What’s going on here?” Enji had drunk more than her, and he couldn’t grasp what was happening.
Her lips kissed further along his face, over his stubbly chin, up to his lips. “I love you, dad,” she confessed. She hoped he would get it right. How could she make it any more clear than this?” Still confused, Enji returned the kisses hesitantly.
Fuyumi grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She crawled closer to her father, straddling his legs and continuing her assault on his lips. Fuyumi grabbed one of his hands and moved it to her crotch. “Dad, look how wet you get me, please …” she murmured against his lips.
She stood up and removed her slip from under her skirt before sitting down on his lap again. “I can make you feel even better, dad! I can take the edge off.” She mewled. His hands lay on her hips as she ground against his cock.
While kissing him more and more, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She could feel the hot erection of her father as she palmed his crotch. Now opening her mouth to let his tongue in.
She had never had sex before, and this was her dream come true. Enji was the only one she would ever allow taking her first time.
Enji grumbled and pulled her closer, one hand in her hair, the others on her ass. She squealed in lust when she got his erection free. It was so large! Larger than her dildo was.
She pushed him slightly back to have better access, and he supported his weight on his elbows. Her outer labia rubbed against his shaft, making them both moan. This was what she had wanted for so damn long!
Their tongues danced around one another while she slowly grabbed his cock and inserted it in her vagina. “Oh, Fuyumi!” Enji groaned, now laying back.
“Daddy!” She moaned and sat down completely. Tears of joy ran down her face. Her sick head was finally at peace. She did it! She finally had sex with the man she loved! God, she was disgusting.
Slowly she began to roll her hips while leaning down to kiss him again. “T-That’s what I wanted to do for so long, daddy,” she confessed. “I love you so much!”
Enji groaned something incomprehensible and pulled on Fuyumi’s bra; her tits flopped out when he eventually removed it. His hot tongue pushed against her nipple, and she squeaked.
Her bouncing got faster while her father sucked on her tits. Her head fell back, and she let out an even longer moan. His hips bucked up, and his giant cock got buried deeper inside her; the girth made her crazy; she felt so overstretched!
Enji huffed when he stilled and ejaculated inside his daughter. His arms were wrapped around her torso, and her chest pressed firmly against his.
Fuyumi moaned heavily when he pulled out. “Daddy, I want more. I waited so many years for this, please more!” She begged.
“Fuyumi …,” he pulled her skirt down and rolled on top of her. She was so small under his large body.
Her legs spread automatically and wrapped around his hips. “Make more love to me!” She demanded. “Make it up to me for all those years you ignored me!” Her engorged pussy throbbed with want.
His mouth covered hers, and they kissed greedily again. Enji rubbed with two fingers over her clit, driving her even crazier. High-pitched whines escaped her. She felt so small and helpless under her father, but this was okay. Finally, she got what she wanted.
She felt how he stroked his cock to get ready again. She noticed how the temperature rose. When his cock pushed against her pussy lips, it was burning hot! She activated her quirk to counter his heat. She squirmed under him. “Please, daddy, please! G-Give me your cock!” She said, and painstakingly slow, Enji moved inside her.
The heat was still immense, even though she cooled her insides. But she welcomed the pain if that’s what it took to finally be fucked by her father.
“Come, daddy, g-give me what I want!” She spoke as he sheathed himself into her pussy. They sloppily kissed again while his handprints burned into the skin of her hips. Louder moans escaped her; Enji was so arousing to her.
His phallus fit perfectly into her, and she was the happiest girl on the earth. He rutted into her, and she moved her hips to welcome every thrust. Her fingernails scratched over his large and muscular back, leaving marks. His flaming hands singed her skin where he touched her.
Their mouths were insatiable, and their tongues danced wildly around each other. Then, with a groan, he stiffened and came again inside her. Fuyumi panted heavily when it felt like pure fire was sprayed into her. His seeds were so hot!
He pulled out and sat back, watching his squirming daughter. Steam came out of her opening when she activated her quirk. “That was amazing, daddy!” she said, her cheeks bright red. “I love you so much!”
“Love you too, Fuyumi,” he mumbled. She saw that he was about to pass out from the amount of alcohol he had drunk. Smiling gently, she helped him up and walked with him to his bedroom. She lay down with him, spooning. She could feel his cock against the crack of her ass, and she wished he would continue, but as soon as he hit the futon, he passed out.
Fuyumi woke up first and decided to leave. She would love to stay with her father, but given how drunk he was last night, she wasn’t sure how much he remembered, and she didn’t want to shock him.
She got cleaned up and ready before getting rid of the mess in the living room. She left no traces of what happened the night before in the house.
Eventually, Enji came out of his bedroom. He groaned loudly. “Morning,” he mumbled. Fuyumi saw the irritation in his body language. Did he remember?
It didn’t seem like it. He didn’t mention it while eating breakfast. Slight disappointment shot through Fuyumi’s body. She wished so much that he remembered that he had made love to her.
Enji went to work as if nothing had ever happened, and Fuyumi got ready for her job as well.
Fuyumi had been on birth control since she was fifteen, so she knew she wouldn’t end up pregnant. But for good measure, she got the morning-after pill after her job was done. In her head circled only one thing.
How could she get her father to sleep with her again?
She had enjoyed it so much, a testament to how sick she was in the head. But she really didn’t want it to be the last time. Would she need to get him drunk again? Was this the only time she could enjoy his hot, giant cock inside her?
It was almost disappointing to her that he had no memory at all, or if he had, he chose not to comment on it. She had expected something, but he never spoke to her about this.
Visiting her mother became harder. After all, she knew how much her mother had suffered under Enji, and here she was, craving his attention. Fuyumi wished she could tell someone, what she longed for, but she knew it was sick, and no one would support her.
Fuyumi was terrified when her father fought against the High-End Nomu. She feared the worst when his body got wrecked. In the end, he managed to win, but the thought of losing her father was still there.
She eagerly awaited him to come home and even prepared dinner for them. Natsuo couldn’t deal with their father, however. She begged him to play it nice, but he couldn’t.
Later that night, when Shoto and Natsuo were gone, she sat with him again. He ate the food she made without comment; it pained her.
“Are you okay, dad?” She asked while scooting closer to him.
“Yes, Fuyumi, I am. The injuries are healed and don’t hurt anymore,” he spoke.
“That’s so good! I feared that I would lose you,” she took off her glasses and loosened her ponytail, soft and silky locks fell over her shoulders.
This time, there was no alcohol; he wasn’t allowed to drink so shortly after being injured. But she needed his touch! “Dad …” she mumbled. “Do you remember what we did some time ago?”
Enji sucked air in audibly while looking over at his daughter. “This wasn’t a sick dream?” He questioned.
“No, it was not,” she was close to him again. “It was real,” her hand caressed the massive scar on his face. “And I loved it so much.”
She could see a row of emotions run over his face. Mostly confusion and disbelief, but also disgust. “Dad, I love you, and I want you to make love to me again!” She begged.
“But you’re my daughter! This shouldn’t have happened.” He grabbed her hand and held her at a distance.
“I know how wrong it is. I have lived with the knowledge that I’m a sick freak since I’m fifteen! But it’s okay. I can live with that if it means I can be with you.” She smiled at him. “You took my first time, and it was amazing!”
Enji grimaced when she told him that. Fuyumi crawled closer. “Please, dad! You owe me this for all the time you neglected me! I need you! Tell me I’m a good girl while fucking me!” Tears swam in her eyes.
His jaw was tightly clenched when he watched his only daughter. She looked so distraught. He knew he shouldn’t, but he didn’t want to see her this unhappy. He got up and looked down at her. “Then come …” Her face lit up, and she jumped after him. They entered his bedroom, and Fuyumi started to undress her shirt.
She pulled Enji down to kiss him. She felt the tension in his body when she did this, but she hoped it would go away while they did it. She pressed herself against him and opened her mouth so his tongue could slip in.
He fumbled with her skirt and pulled it down. His hot hands ran over her soft, cool skin, leaving red marks. He stood up again, capturing her lips once more. She undid his pants, and he hoisted her up. “You are sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes, dad! I wanted it for so long!” She closed her legs behind his hips, feeling his growing erection pressing against her pussy. “Take me! Take all of me!” She kissed him ferociously.
Enji groaned, and now that his dick was fully hard, he searched for his daughter’s entrance. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. The first time he thought it was just a bizarre alcohol-induced dream. He never spoke about it because he had thought it wasn’t real. It was strange to him, but he knew he was a sick man. So he just shrugged it off as being another weird part of him. But sex dreams about his daughter were another low for him.
Just, they weren’t dreams. This was real, as was the last time they did it. He listened to Fuyumi’s moans when his phallus found her opening, and he pushed in. It sounded so sweet and so, so wrong.
They kissed some more, and Fuyumi was so overjoyed. Her father grabbed her ass and pushed her deeper onto his cock. The heat inside her spiked massively the longer they fucked. He was overheating her, but she gladly took it.
While still fucking into her, they moved down to the ground, and Fuyumi’s back hit the floor. She was a mewling mess, and her legs were over his shoulders. Her head moved around restlessly. “More, more, more!” She stammered. “Harder!”
And Enji obliged. He was a mindless puppet when it came to her. He didn’t actually want to fuck her, he found it disgusting, but she pleaded so much with him that he felt obligated to do it.
Sex with her was different than with Rei. With Rei, he knew that she didn’t enjoy it, and they only had sex when it served to get her pregnant. But Fuyumi was so eager to get fucked by him. She animated him to go harder.
He felt that he was close and stilled. “No, don’t stop! Fuck me more!” she demanded.
“I can’t. We don’t even use condoms,” Enji grumbled.
“I’m on birth control for eight years, dad, specifically for this situation! I won’t get pregnant! I’m not so stupid to want a child from you. It’s okay. You can come inside me! You did it last time!” she explained to him.
Enji huffed but eventually continued. He fucked through his orgasm to make her happy. She screamed in pleasure when she reached her own climax, a soft smile on her face. “I love you so much, dad.”
The pro hero grumbled something and lay down on his back. He felt strange. He knew he was an asshole, but using his daughter like this? A new low for him.
Fuyumi lay on top of him, her head on his broad chest. She listened to his heartbeat, his cock between her thighs.
“This can’t continue, Fuyumi,” Enji murmured. “This will be the last time. We crossed lines that should never be crossed.”
“No, dad! You can’t do that,” she looked up with tears in her eyes. “For years, I try to act like the perfect wife to you. All I wanted was your attention, your praise. I cooked for you and washed your clothes. Everything mom did, hoping you would see me like that. A-And now that Natsuo, Shoto, and all the other caretakers are gone … we finally have the possibility to do so much more! I want this, dad! I know that I can never be your wife in reality, but please! Let me act like it while we are alone at home!” She cried. “I suppressed it for years, and I’m so sick of it! I want it so much. I love you!”
“You did such a great job in taking care of everything, Fuyumi. I can’t thank you enough. If it weren’t for you, this family would have broken down even sooner,” he told her.
“See, I did it for you. I only wanted the best for you,” she pressed her pussy against his cock. “A-And I know I can be so much more.”
“I know you did so much. But I can’t! I shouldn’t even be doing this,” much to her shock; he pushed her down. “It’s wrong, Fuyumi. You are my daughter. You caught me in a moment of weakness, but this really can’t go on.” He grabbed his clothes and put them back on.
“NO! You can’t let me hang here! I waited for so long! Dad!” She yelled at him, tears streaming down her face.
“I’ll make sure to get you out of here. I have planned this for some time now; I want to build a new house for your mother, you, and your siblings. There you can get rid of those feelings.” He looked down at her.
“I don’t want that, dad! I want you! I want to be your lover in the secret of our home.” She hammered with her fists against his chest.
“But Fuyumi, this is no long-term solution! I want you to be happy and have a family of your own. This will never happen with me.”
“I don’t want that, dad! I’m happy as it is, if only you give me more attention! I have no problem staying childfree if that means I can live with you!” Her tears streamed faster.
“I said no! I don’t feel comfortable doing this. In fact, I find it disgusting! You are my child, and you know how I feel about myself. I am an abusive asshole already, but I never wanted to fall into the category of sexual offenders.”
“But you didn’t! If all I took advantage of you! You could never harm me with that!” She clung to him, trying to make him understand how much this meant to her.
“No! Fuyumi, as soon as the other house is done, you need to leave. If you get distance from me, these feelings might disappear. You shouldn’t feel this for me in the first place.” He carefully loosened her hands and got distanced between them. “Now, dress up and go to your room.”
Devastated, Fuyumi did what he wanted. Still crying, she left his room.
The following days were awkward. Fuyumi still did her best to get noticed by Enji, but he was distanced. It was frustrating for her. Why did it go so wrong?
Enji built a house for Rei, Natsuo, Shoto, and her as promised. And the first thing he did was send her to this house. Unfortunately, her mother was still in the hospital, and Natsuo lived in his own home, so she was all alone. She was so devastated that her plan of a perfect future with her father had failed.
Enji suggested she get therapy for her feelings, it was clearly not normal, but Fuyumi was stubborn and refused. Instead, she held on to the thought of one day being with him.
Eventually, her mother moved in with her, which made it even more complicated. She didn’t dare to speak with her about Enji, even though she wanted to tell her what had happened. How would her mother react?
The months dragged on, and she still felt desperate and betrayed. She did everything to be a good daughter, and that’s how he treated her?
She was drinking when her mom came home from a meeting with her therapist. Fuyumi never day-drank, so Rei was immediately concerned.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” she asked, concerned. Fuyumi broke down crying.
“I don’t know what to do! I’m so sick!” She whined.
“What do you mean by that?” Rei was scared and confused.
“Mom, ever since I was fifteen, I thought about how I get dad to fuck me! And then, earlier this year, I got him drunk, and we had sex, and it was just the best thing ever! But when I tried a second time, he refused me!”
Rei was mortified to hear that. “What?!” her head was spinning. “H-He did what?”
“He refuses to have sex with me! I tried so hard to act like the perfect wife for all those years, but he doesn’t acknowledge me!”
Rei blinked rapidly. “I mean, good! He shouldn’t! He’s your father. You shouldn’t want this either!” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I know that, but still! It felt so great doing it with him! I want more!” Fuyumi slammed her hand on the table.
“H-have you ever thought about talking with a therapist? T-This isn’t normal! You need help.”
“No, I haven’t. I’m fine,” she drummed with her fingers on the table surface.
“I don’t think you are, sweety.” Concerned, Rei stroked through Fuyumi’s hair. The thought that her daughter had sex with her own father was pretty overwhelming.
Rei tried multiple times to get Fuyumi to go to therapy, but nothing worked. In the end, she even had to visit Enji. “I need you to bring Fuyumi to go to therapy. She told me what happened.” Rei confronted him one day.
Enji swallowed heavily; he was not sure what to expect. “She told you?” He had dark circles under his eyes. His actions kept him up all night.
“Yes, she did. She was devastated you wouldn’t touch her,” Rei huffed. She still couldn’t believe she had this talk.
“Yeah, I figured. I will talk to her. Even though I’m not sure I can do anything,” he scratched the back of his head.
Fuyumi was delighted to see her father again, but the gloomy expression on his face, and Rei next to him, told her that he didn’t come to take her back. They sat down. “Fuyumi. You need to listen to me,” he said. “Please, go to therapy for … this situation. I don’t want you to suffer.”
“I’m fine, dad. I’m aware that it is wrong. I’m sick in the head, but it’s okay. If it means I can be with you, then I’m fine with it.” She shrugged his concerns off.
“But I am not okay with it. I ruined more than one life already. I don’t want yours to be ruined even further!” He growled a little.
“You can’t decide my feelings! I have done everything for you ever since mom went to the hospital. So I deserve a little praise for this!” She banged her hands on the table.
“Praise, yes, but not in the form of sex! I don’t even know where this is coming from!” Enji pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Please, Fuyumi, listen to him. You are still so young, and you will surely find a lovely man or woman to spend your life with. It shouldn’t be your father!” Rei was close to tears.
Stubbornly, Fuyumi crossed her arms in front of her chest. “No, I’m fine!”
Enji and Rei looked at each other, not knowing what they could do with Fuyumi.
It took them a whole month to finally break through Fuyumi’s stubbornness. The young woman eventually agreed to go to therapy. She had lots of trouble opening up; after all, it was a sensitive topic.
But the more she built a trusting relationship with her therapist, the more she managed.
Until she eventually confided in the other woman about what she had done and how she felt about her father. The woman helped her to sort out her feelings. And she guided her on her way to change them. Finally, she made Fuyumi realize that it wasn’t good.
About a year in therapy passed, and Fuyumi sometimes had group therapy with Enji. They needed to talk about what had happened. It was a slow process, but eventually, Fuyumi noticed how her attraction ceased. And the more this happened, the more she regretted ever sleeping with him. She felt awkward now; the thought of fucking her father made her cringe heavily. The more she got confronted with it, the more she realized her wrong-doings.
“I’m sorry, dad. I should have never done this with you while you were drunk. Or guilt-trip you into doing it later,” she blushed heavily. Her father had told her that this was also keeping him up at night.
“It’s okay. What happened, happened. There’s nothing we can change about it now. I just hope for you that you will manage to get over this.” He told her.
“I hope so too,” she twirled her thumbs, clearly embarrassed.
It took a few years more until Fuyumi was completely over her feelings. Of course, she sometimes cringed hard when she suddenly remembered her actions, but overall, she was doing much better.
Eventually, she found a girlfriend, which got her mind off even more.
As for Enji, this was just another dent in his messed-up life. He was just glad that he had stopped it before it got too big. He didn’t want to ruin Fuyumi’s life more than he already had. As it was, he was at peace with the events that had happened. He was happy for his daughter that she finally found someone she could openly love.