Side Story 2.

Unlike her previous life, Ashria grew up without any major deficiencies.

She reached a frightening height of over five feet, ten inches by the time she reached adulthood. This was a big change, considering that in her previous life, she was just under 5-foot-5.

Ashria’s pretty face and cool figure made her stand out in the ballroom, and her mere presence stirred the hearts of many men, but unfortunately, none of them were able to write her a letter of courtship.

That was because of Askaar, who stood behind Ashria, glaring at her with a fierce intensity.

Standing in the center of the banquet hall, Ashria sighed at the sight of all the lords who were nowhere near her.

And it wasn’t just any other day, it was her birthday banquet….

Ashria pouted, blaming herself for being left alone, despite being the birthday girl.

Every once in a while, a ragtag group of lesser nobles from the countryside who didn’t know what was going on in the capital would sneak up on her and ask her to dance, but they never made it to the dance floor because Askaar would glare at them fiercely and threaten them.

And today was no different.

“Oh. People don’t even come near me because of you!”

Ashria grumbled as she stepped out onto the terrace and kicked off her shoes. The soles of her feet tingled from the high heels.

Listening to her irritation, Askaar frowned.

Did she think I’d turn a blind eye to her sleeping with another man?

“Ashria, do you want to dance with other men?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then.”

“If you do this, I’ll never get married and live with you Dad for the rest of your life….”

Ashria pouted at the mention of a marriage she didn’t have in mind.

“I’ll live.”

“And if you get a bride, I’ll be the ugly duckling?”

The way she spoke in small words was not much different from when she was a child.

Ashria, now an adult, was the same age she was when she first met him in her last life.

Back then, she had a vacant look in her eyes and a tired look on her face…

Today, Ashria is just as talkative as she was when she was a child, and she’s curious about the smallest things, she’ll slap Askaar on the back and yelp at the sight of a falling leaf.

In short, she was the complete opposite of her previous life.

Her smile never left her face, as if she were a different person.

“Do you think I would take another woman for you, Ashria?”

“You never know, but I saw today that you brought a bunch of pretty dancers from the kingdom of Reptu Kingdom.”

“Well, I don’t know, since I don’t even look at them.”

“Don’t lie.”

Askaar, who true to his words had been falsely accused, deliberately kept his eyes soft, as if he was upset, and then stretched out his only arm to her.

“It’s a little hot.”

He was asking her to help him take off his uniform jacket. It was a deliberate gesture to emphasize the fact that he only had one arm.

As he removed his jacket with her help, he muttered to himself.

“No woman in the world would want to marry a man with only one arm, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
 
A one-armed man might be one thing, but an emperor is another. But it was also true that the ladies of the highest noble houses preferred an able-bodied man from a similar family to a one-armed emperor.

Knowing that Ashria said nothing more. She simply walked over and sat down beside him in silence.

“My dad is a nice guy….” 

“He’s not.”

“Of course, he isn’t. He doesn’t listen to me all the time, and he never gets mad at me when I mess up.”

Askaar laughed bitterly at how she still thought I was a good person. Whenever Ashria came out like this, it made me feel even smaller.

He swallowed dryly as he looked at her br*asts, which now stood erect. Whenever he was close to a woman’s body, as he was today, his lower body would rush with blood.

No wonder. Ashria was no longer a child the size of a pea, and with the sudden turn in time, it was only natural that, unlike in the past, she would remain celibate until she reached adulthood.

Now he didn’t even want to talk to a girl who wasn’t Ashria, because she was a seven-year-old…. he wasn’t a pedophile, and he wasn’t a dickhead who got hard at the sight of a child.

At one point, I couldn’t help myself and shook my d*ck while thinking of Ashria from the past. The afterglow of ej*culation, mixed with pl*asure, was only fleeting.

When I finished and saw the younger Ashria innocently scooping up the strawberry cake, a wave of guilt washed over me, and I didn’t m*sturb*te after that, thinking of her as an adult.

I’m dead, I thought halfheartedly and focused on filling her time with me.

In the winter, we would build snowmen at our northern cottage and curl up with a book in the warmth of the fireplace; in the spring, we would go on picnics to the lakeside where the flowers bloomed; in the summer, we would retreat to the cool valleys or the sea.
 
And in the fall, the time of her death in the last life… I would purposely try to be more energetic so that I wouldn’t be reminded of that day.

Like the commoners, she would gather leaves and roast sweet potatoes over a bonfire, or roll around in a pile of leaves and play. An occasional bug would pop out and Ashria would let out a newfound scream and run into Askaar’s arms, who preferred to play in the leaves because she liked to be held by him first.

The day began and ended with her smile.

And Askaar couldn’t have been more satisfied that Ashria’s life was filled with him.

The first flowers, the first sea, the first valley, the first leaves, the first snow.

Askaar’s mind wandered back to her younger self. Ashria, who was by his side, spontaneously leaned her head on his shoulder and spoke.

“Daddy, Daddy.”

“…Yes, Ashria.”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

Askaar nodded as if to say that she could ask anything.

“Except for nobles who have arranged marriages, aren’t children usually made between loving couples?”

“…Well, most of the time.”

“So did you love Mom too?”

Why is she asking this out of the blue? Askaar flinched in embarrassment as if she were being questioned about a past lover.

“…No. I was never in love.”

“Oh, really, you’re lying.”

Ashria narrowed her eyes and playfully poked him in the side. Askaar gently pulled her arm away as if to tell her not to.

“Really.”

Askaar laughed weakly, seeing that she still hadn’t let go of her suspicion at the word.

“Ashria.”

“Mmm, yes Dad?”

“You’re the only person I love in this world.”

He murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist, which, unlike in the past, was now quite fleshy.

“So please, don’t think about that nonsense.”

Meekly slipping into his arms, Ashria leaned back comfortably.

“I don’t know.”

“About what.”

“Just… it makes me feel bad to think that my dad would do to other women what he does to me.”

“…….”

“My life is full of you, from top to bottom… I can’t look at snow and not think of you, I can’t look at a sandwich and not think of you, I can’t go to a flower show and not think of you….”

After a pause, Ashria smiled awkwardly.

“But you wouldn’t do that, would you? You’ve been with other… other women… besides me?….”

“Ashria.”

“…….”

“Do you think I’m a man who would flirt needlessly with other women?”

“Well… maybe when I wasn’t around.”

“That Nonsense.”

Askaar clicked his tongue in disbelief, and Ashria smiled awkwardly and twisted her hair into a bun.

“…I want to stay like this for the rest of my life.”

“…….”
 
“I want to start my day with you… eat with you… go for walks with you… and then fall asleep with you….”

But she was already an adult, and she couldn’t stay a child in Askaar’s arms forever.

It wouldn’t surprise her if he suddenly brought a man she didn’t recognize to be her fiancé.

“As long as you don’t leave me first.”

Askaar realized she was strangely anxious and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

“If you don’t beg me to let you go, to tell me that you’re suffocating in my arms, that you’d rather die, that you’d rather just let go like that.”

“…….”

“Otherwise, I have no intention of letting you go.”

Ashria blinked her big eyes at the unexpected words.

“…Ashria.”

Askaar loosened her grip on her waist for a moment and rummaged through his pockets. She pulled out a small jewelry box and held it out in front of her.

“What’s this?”

“Happy birthday.”

Ashria tilted her head.

“You gave me a gift earlier. Are you giving me another?”

“That was my gift for you as a father.”

“And what about this?”

She turned and looked back at him. Askaar had no answer.

“Dad?”

“Open it.”

‘Part of me wanted to open it for her, and then hold it in my hand like the other men, but with only one arm left, I couldn’t do that.’

Accepting the jewelry box, Ashria carefully opened it, and inside was a gorgeous diamond ring with a floral design.

Stunned by its splendor, Ashria fiddled with it, dumbfounded. She thought she’d become desensitized to the luxuries of life as a princess in the Imperial Palace, but even she was surprised by Askaar’s gift. 

“…You don’t like it?” 

Embarrassed by her silence, Askaar blurted out.

“I brought you that on purpose because you like flowers… If you don’t like it, I’ll change it to something else.”

“Oh….”

“The first time we went on a picnic together. You said you’d get me something better when I was older, so this is it….”

The uncharacteristic stuttering felt ridiculous. Askaar couldn’t stop himself, even though he knew he was being ridiculous.

Still, Ashria was at a loss for words.

“No, I think it’s best if you don’t take this gift, I’ll give you something else.”

“What? No, no, no! I like it!”

She jumped up, startled, as he tried to take the jewelry box away from her.

“I, really, really like it, but I was so surprised… and I couldn’t speak… so I did.”

Ashria clutched the jewelry box tightly like a small animal wary of being robbed of the fruit from a tree and stared at Askaar.

“Dad.”

“…….”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Suddenly you ask me something useless”

Askaar averted his eyes, uncomfortable with her steady gaze. But Ashria wasn’t about to back down.

“I’m curious because you’re always so nice….”

“Then what do you want I’ll be mean to my only one daughter?”

A part of his heart ached as he just said those words, but Askaar didn’t show it.

“You’re lying. What father in the world would….”

Sleeping in the same bed with his grown daughter every night? Ashria clamped her mouth shut, unable to spit out the words with nurturing.

The air currents between them were eerily warm despite the chilly night air.

After a long moment of pursing her lips, Ashria offered him the ring.

“…Put it on.”

Askaar obeyed her request, resting his chin on her shoulder and slipping the ring onto the ring finger of her outstretched left hand.

Ashria fiddled with the ring for a while.

“This….”

“…….”

“…If this isn’t a gift for you as a father, who is it for?”

There was no answer. Instead, a large hand slid over her left hand and slipped it on. Ashria felt his grip on her, and her lips tightened and loosened as if she were pondering something.

There was no further conversation between them. The only noise came from the ballroom’s laid-back music, which occasionally drifted out onto the terrace where they sat.

It was Ashria who broke the silence, this time.

“…Dad.”

She twisted around to look straight at him.

“Can I kiss you?”

Askaar still didn’t answer.

Then Ashria’s lips were pressed against his. It was a sloppy kiss.

* * *

She didn’t know what had brought her to the bedroom. It was as if she had been possessed by something, and when she came to her senses, she was already on the bed, her saliva sticky with Askaar’s.

“Ah….”

A short moan escaped Ashria’s lips, and Askaar, not missing a beat, stuck his tongue out and lasciviously probed every inch of her mouth.

“Hmph….”

His large hands were busy unbuttoning her dress. It was uncomfortable to undo the dress with only one hand, and Askaar was almost tearing it apart.

By the time she was halfway out of the tight dress, it was almost gone.

“…Ashria.”

Askaar stopped what he was doing and called out to her. Ashria looked up at him, her eyes wide with sleep.

“…Last chance.”

“…….”

“You can turn back.”

“I have no intention of turning back.”

“You might regret it.”

“Even so, I will stay with you forever, Dad.”

I don’t know if I could say this to you now, even with the memories you have of me. Askaar chewed his lip hard.

“…I’m sorry.”

If I had any conscience left, I should have kept you from getting involved with me, at least for this life.

“…I guess I’m a scumbag with no conscience after all.”

Ashria cupped his cheek and whispered.

“Hug me.”

Askaar frowned at the sight of the rising milk tomb, he frowned as he thought about the past.

“I lusted. No particular reason.”

“Because I just want to stick my c*ck into your hole. “If you don’t want to open your p*ssy for me to f*ck you, it would be best to put your hands away.”

“My patience isn’t good enough for a bunch of whiny cunts like you.”

He mumbled another apology. Ashria interrupted him with a kiss to silence him.

Then she grabbed his arm and slowly brought it to her chest. He sighed as he felt the soft flesh swell underneath him for the first time in a long time.

“…Ashria.”

He cupped the n*pple that peeked out from between his fingers, then moved his hand lower and lower. Soon his hand was between her legs, groping over her thin underwear.

“…Can I touch it?”

Even as she spat out the words, Askaar looked quite surprised. It was rare for him to ask someone for permission.

Ashria even pushed her underwear aside as if to say, “Come on,” but Askaar hesitated.
 
“Come on.”

A thick tightly closed l*bia greeted him. Askaar felt a sadistic urge to tear the flesh apart, to pull out the sensitive cl*toris that lurked within and torment it endlessly.

He was also tempted to plunge his c*ck into the narrow, sticky slit that hadn’t been released and wiggle it at will.

But remembering how Ashria had tasted blood after a violent first relationship in her previous life, Askaar killed his lust by chewing hard on the tender flesh in his mouth.
 
Slipping one finger between her l*bia, he began rubbing it up and down the bulging cl*toris.

“Ahhhhh….”

Ashria’s thighs quivered and clenched in spasms.

Part of him wanted to use his free hand to spread her l*bia wide open and squeeze her cl*t with all his might, but he only had one arm, so he grabbed one of her hands and pulled it down.

“Spread it for me.”

“Ah….”

Embarrassed, Ashria blushed and didn’t know what to do. It was a far cry from the time she’d begged for a hug.

“Hurry.”

With one more urging, Ashria reluctantly parted her l*bia. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in approval, and he stared at her bright red inner skin.

It was her private part that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Askaar’s fingertips rubbed hard against the swollen peak of her cl*toris.

“Hmph, hmmph…!”

It was cute that she immediately responded by bucking her hips, so he didn’t slow down his pace and started rubbing her cl*t even harder.

“Mmmmm, ahhhhhh.”

It was cute how she immediately responded by flexing her back. So he started rubbing her cl*toris more roughly without slowing down his movements.

he rubbed it over her cl*t, soaking it in the juices that flowed from her v*g*nal orifice until it was even redder.

“Hmph…ahhh!”

The hole he touched even twitched as if it wanted to be penetrated.

The sticky w*t inner flesh squeaked with every movement of his fingers.

The bony, thick fingers nestled tightly between her l*bia, giving Ashria great pl*asure with the slightest movement.
 
Askar kissed her as she trembled like a newborn fawn and fumbled around her w*t v*g*nal opening.

“…I’ll put it in.”

He meant his finger, of course, not his p*n*s. Knowing that his d*ck was so big, Askaar hadn’t even flirted with the idea of sticking it in her.

Of course, in my last life, I had stuck a lot of d*ck in her…

“Let’s loosen it up carefully and then put it in carefully.

With that thought in mind, Askaar slid one finger into the twitching opening.

“Hmph… ah!”

Ashria gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of penetration as it forced its way through the narrow, damp lining. Surprised by her squirming, he quickly stopped and asked.

“Do you want me to pull out or stop here?”

“Oh, hmm, no… it’s okay… it’s fine… it’s just weird….”

Ashria managed to say through ragged breaths. Askaar flexed his fingertips and flicked the narrow lining once, then began to extract.

“Hmph… ugh, ah!”

A squeaky, er*tic sound followed his gesture, filling the room. Ashria obediently spread her legs as if to welcome her father’s touch.

Between them, the thick man’s hand slipped in and out, the red flesh moving obscenely with each withdrawal.

The hole, too, leaked obsc*ne water through the gap and bit down on Askaar’s hand.

One finger, then two, then three. It took him a long, long time to free Ashria’s hole.

She was the one who was burning.

“Hmmm… uh, ah, daddy….”

He stuck two of his fingers between her legs and gripped the sheets hard enough to make her squirm.

“Hmph, hmph….”

He rubbed against her inner walls with every intention of ar*using her, and she followed his gesture, her hips b*cking against his.

He unb*ckled his pants and she grunted.

“Uh, huh… Come on, hurry!….”

It wasn’t hard to guess what she trying to say when she opened her mouth. But Askaar was adamant.

“…Not yet.”

“Ugh… why, hmm, I’m frustrated… please… just do it, Dad….”

“No, I will not do it, I’ll see blood.”

Askaar could still remember it vividly. The blood that had stained the pure white blanket red.

Mine was incomparably larger than a human’s, and it had bumps on it, which would make it even more painful.

Askaar took it very slowly, spreading her inner walls apart with a scissor-like motion of the two fingers she had plunged into her v*g*na.

“Hmm… Daddy, please….”

“No, no. Just a little longer. Okay?”
 
Askaar looked distressed as well, his front cover swollen, but he persevered and continued to caress her.

“Ah, ahhhh….”

He was poking at a spot on the inner wall until the sound of water was quite loud, and then he suddenly increased the speed of his hand gestures. Ashria resisted, shaking her back, but then let her body go limp, as if half resigned to the pl*asure that seemed to melt even her brain.

He could have put it in her at this point.

Askaar still just taking his d*ck out through the front of his pants, but he didn’t seem to be inclined to insert it.

She glanced at Askaar from the corner of her eye and saw that it was very large and ugly. It was because of the bumps on the pillars.

Ashria looked forward to one day having those bumps clinging to her flesh, giving her mind-numbing pl*asure.

She deliberately pressed her lower body closer together, rubbing her p*ssy against the c*ck that clung to her abs.

If he was h*rny, he’d stand up so high that his c*ck was pressed against her stomach…

Ashria swallowed dryly at the thought.

If only that thick, lumpy c*ck were inside me, f*cking me like that, I’d have nothing to wish for.

Ashria swallowed dryly, staring at Askaar’s c*ck, which, as it was, was a picture-perfect loaf of bread.

“Ashria.”

“Hmmm, hmmm… Mmm, yes, yes… Daddy….”

As she drifted off in a daze of pl*asure, she heard Askaar’s somewhat flat voice in her ear.

“That’s all for today.”

“…what?”

Ashria’s eyes widened as she was jolted awake by the next words.

“What now….”

“Literally. If we continue today, tomorrow you won’t be able to touch the ground with both feet, so that’s it for today.”

“Ha, but….”

Dad was still standing, and I wanted to share my first time with him, too….

As she gaped dumbly, I kissed her, Askaar’s side.

“Sleep now Ashria.”

“Really? Do you sleep like this?”  While she was blinking like an idiot, Askaar was already covering Ashria with her blanket up to her neck.

“Oh, Daddy!”

Ashria’s shrieking cry flashed through the air once, then faded. Even in that cry, Askaar had no intention of putting his d*ck into it.

That was a huge step forward for him, and whether he realized it or not, Ashria, unaware of Askaar’s intentions, could only shed tears of frustration.

“No, I don’t want that!”

She hugged him tightly around the neck as he tried to sleep. Then, with only one arm, he lost his grip on his center and tilted, falling helplessly on top of her.

“…Don’t sleep.”

Her voice was shaky, in contrast to her actions. She must be nervous.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“Not at all.”

“Then don’t sleep and continue.”

“There’s no need to rush it, Ashria, I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily in my greed.”

Askaar whispered, gently pressing his lips to her cheek and the nape of her neck. But Ashria still pouted.
 
“Are you sure you don’t want to?”

“Not today, at least. I’m going to take my time and….”

“…Okay, then.”

Cutting him off, she gently pushed him away, then climbed on top of him.

“…Ashria?”

“I didn’t think a father would be so needlessly overprotective.”

Ashria looked down at him, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“But it’s okay, because I knew it, and I have something for you.”

“…What?”

And then, with an audible snap, Askaar’s hands were tied to the head of the bed. His eyes widened at the strange turn of events.

“It hurts me, too, to have my only arm tied like this.”

Despite her words, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Ashria’s eyes were possessive, and Askaar felt strange. They were eyes he knew all too well.

“Ashria, wait.”

At the word “wait,” Ashria stiffened and grabbed his erect c*ck-pole, rubbing the sh*ft against her p*ssy.

“Ugh, Ashria….”

“Be quiet Daddy.”

Askaar chuckled to himself, feeling as if he were seeing a version of himself from the past. Of course, he was, beans grow where beans are planted, red beans where red beans are planted, where would my seed go?

Of course, he loved her immature affection, with its obsession and possessiveness. To me, that was endlessly endearing.

But he didn’t want Ashria to lose control of her emotions.

“Ashria.”

Askaar lay still and looked her straight in the eye, then whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

“I love you.”

Ashria blushed, embarrassed by the unexpected declaration of love. As if waiting for a response, Askaar spat out the word “love” a couple more times in quick succession.

“I love you, always, always. In the past, now, and in the future. Even in the next life.”

Ashria pursed her lips, stunned by his sudden sincerity.

“I, I… I love you too.”

Ashria’s eyes were a mishmash of emotions as she said it, shy and excited and possessive and obsessed.

Askaar knew all too well that when you let your emotions get the best of you, they eat you up, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be consumed by them as he had been.

“I won’t make you anxious.”

“Just untie me,” Askaar said, winking at her.

“…Let me hold you.”

Ashria looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then carefully untied his hands. Then, as if waiting, Askaar wrapped one arm around her and held her close.

The warmth of her body, her eyes sparkling with desire.

He could feel her alive so vividly, could see her in his arms more clearly and distinctly than anyone else, and it pleased him.

As he pushed his gl*ns very slowly into the narrow opening, he murmured.

“…I’ll be good to you this time.”

Unaware of the meaning behind his words, Ashria smiled broadly and kissed him. As he watched her, he swallowed the guilt that still lingered in the back of his mind.

Ever since he’d met her, she’d been the center of his time.

When her time passed, his time passed, and when her time stopped, his time would stop.

As he buried his face in the nape of her neck, he moved his hips lazily, the first time he’d held her in his arms in a long time. He breathed in the familiar scent of her flesh with pl*asure, whispering words of affection and hearing the faintest hint of laughter in his ear.

Despite how much he’d missed it, this moment felt foreign and unfamiliar to Askaar.

Perhaps it was the look on Ashria’s face that had changed.

Her face, so often stained with tears from her abusive relationships, was now smiling in this life.

That smile, as pretty as the moonlight coming through the window, would never, ever fade.