When a Tyrant Dad Loves – Prologue
 

Yeah, I’m sure.

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

You were born to a fierce, venomous mother, so much so I’m worried that you might not be even a little bit like her.
 
You were strange.

An impassive face and empty eyes that seemed to have no life in them.

I should have realized something was wrong then…

Why was I so lost in l*st that I didn’t notice anything?

From the first moment I saw him, I liked his black hair, which looked like mine.

She had a cute little mouth that smiled from time to time. I loved her smile, the one she rarely showed after acting so nonchalant about the whole world.

If there was a God, I would slit the throat of the one who tried to take you away to protect you.

You were already my whole life.

But because of me, our relationship was doomed from the start, and I, a foolish man who only knew how to choke the life out of you, was unable to save it from ruin.

Even now, when I come and kneel before you like other men, holding out your favorite flowers and whispering sweet nothings of love, I can’t fix the mess we’ve made.

No matter how ignorant I was, I knew that much was self-evident.

So I have only one choice…

I have only one choice.

* * *

Askaar was such a man.

A man who knew only how to wrap his arms around my body that would break if he held it too tightly, drape his skinny legs over my shoulders, and mercilessly plunge a p*nis the size of a woman’s forearm into her h*le.

A man who had no self-control and was impulsive. A man who craved my affection without knowing that it would destroy him.

A man in a love affair that can only end in destruction.

A man with all the world at his feet, yet alone, capable of nothing but a sordid love tainted by obsession and possessiveness.

Even as the woman in his arms gasped for air and wriggled to break free, he didn’t stop.

He merely stamped on the skinny woman’s body like a cruel slaughterer, holding her down and grunting.

“Hmph… s*ck…….”

Any other woman would have cried out at the pain that seemed to be tearing her body in half, but Ashria only shed a few physiological tears and simply submitted to Askaar’s actions like a soulless doll.

It wasn’t because she liked him or found the act satisfying.

As if to prove her half-man-half-dragon credentials, a c*ck full of gnarled bumps that weren’t human penetrated her tiny orifice and pounded away at her Yaltaan lining, but Ashria’s eyes remained blank as she received his violent ej*culation.

The p*nis invaded without any f*replay, was a weapon, and each thr*st back and forth was accompanied by a bitter sensation and a terrible pain that threatened to tear her body apart.

Her vision flashed white, and she dug her nails into his muscular body to keep from passing out, to keep from collapsing in front of him.

As if to mock her efforts, his well-defined abs rippled and moved, the bumps of flesh rubbing cruelly against her tender flesh.

“Black… ah….”

“Ashria.”

A slightly calloused palm cupped Ashria’s cheek, then carefully wiped away a tear-stained eye.

“I love you.”

Affection had long since been tainted by violence and madness, diluting its essence, but Askaar continued to whisper love.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Still, his lower body was horrible, brutal.

His swollen p*nis was busy pounding, pounding, pounding with no regard for her, and her rock-hard body throbbed like a bruise as she was crushed against him.

Ashria’s breathing was precarious as if she were about to pass out.

“Hmph….”

And then, once again, the terrible declaration of love fell upon her ears.

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

Unlike Askaar’s eyes, which were filled with twisted affection, Ashria’s eyes were empty, as if they held nothing.

It had always been this way.

He was selfish and self-centered.

It was silly, ridiculous, and sad to think that he could hold me so tightly and never let go.

On a rare occasion, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.

It made her smile, knowing it was only a matter of time before the arrogance in his eyes filled with loss.

Maybe it was because she knew that after she was gone, there would be no one else to stand by his side.

She didn’t hate him, even though all that was left of their violent relationship was pain.

She just wants to see him crumble under the weight of his loss, even if it’s just once.