Chapter 107: [108] Lift and Princesses

After tapping the button for the lowest floor, Daniel turned to look at his three beauties.

They were still shy as hell. That was exactly why he had chosen the closed elevator instead of the open escalator.

"See? Nobody’s here. Once we’re downstairs, who’ll see us inside the car?" he said with a calm smile.

Even though he had already cornered them emotionally, the three girls still looked a little embarrassed. Anna, Kira and Lara let out soft sighs of relief, only for those sighs to freeze halfway in their throats.

A foot slid between the closing doors at the last second. The sensors kicked in. The metal doors jerked back open and a wave of people rushed inside.

Bodies pressed in from every direction.

Daniel immediately stretched both arms out, creating a protective frame around the three girls so no random hand could "accidentally" grope their titties of asses. He already knew that in these outfits almost no man would be able to control himself.

The crowd kept pushing.

The trio’s soft backs were forced against the cold metal wall of the elevator.

Kira ended up in the right corner, back pressed against the cold corner.

Anna was pressed against the front wall, her side breast gently touching Kira’s.

Lara was on the left wall, her soft side breast touching Kira’s.

Daniel stood directly in front of them, arms still stretched out like a shield.

Then a hard push from behind slammed his entire body forward.

His broad chest crushed against Kira’s smaller, perky tits, molding the soft flesh into the shape of his muscles for a moment.

His shoulders sank deep into Anna’s and Lara’s heavy, massive cleavages at the same time. Soft, warm tit meat overflowed around his shoulders.

The elevator doors finally clicked shut with a soft ding.

The cabin began to descend.

Daniel could swear he had never planned for this.

The three girls were staring straight at him, mouths only inches apart. Their hot, rapid breaths washed over each other’s noses, lips and flushed cheeks. Heat rushed up their necks. Their hearts pounded so hard he could almost feel the vibrations through their soft bodies.

His chest stayed firmly pressed against Kira’s little breasts.

His shoulders stayed buried in Anna’s and Lara’s heavy tits.

Three hot, young, tight bodies and three pairs of shaky, sweet breaths were already too much.

His hands, which had been braced against the wall for balance, slowly slid lower.

His dark eyes never looked away from their thick, watery gazes. He didn’t shy away fron them even a second.

THUK—

Another sudden push from the people behind him forced his body even harder against the three girls. His chest flattened Kira’s tits completely. His shoulders rubbed deep into Anna’s and Lara’s soft cleavages. The thin fabrics of the Temptress Rose dresses did almost nothing to separate skin from skin.

And his palms?

They landed perfectly on Anna’s and Lara’s soft, fabric-covered crotches.

It was unexpected... and exactly what every single one of them needed.

The moment his big hands pressed firmly against their warm, plump mounds and began to rub, two sharp gasps tore through the quiet elevator. Anna’s and Lara’s mouths fell open. Kira could only stare up at him with pure shame burning in her eyes while her own crotch was forced against the thick, hard bulge in his pants. She could clearly feel the hot shape of his cock pressing right against her soft mound. Her face turned an even deeper red.

"Is this the Hero’s Perverted Fate...?" Daniel muttered inside his mind.

He didn’t stop.

His thick fingers pressed and rubbed slow, deliberate circles over Anna’s and Lara’s clothed cunts. The thin, expensive fabrics of the Crimson Veil and Midnight Bloom were so fine that he could clearly feel the soft heat. He could even feel the faint outline of their puffy lips.

Anna’s and Lara’s hips gave tiny, involuntary bucks forward, pressing their warm crotches harder into his hands as if seeking more of that thick, heavy touch. Their pleading, soft, watery eyes only made the dark hunger in his chest grow stronger.

Kira’s dress was almost transparent.

Daniel shamelessly rolled his hips, rubbing the thick, hard outline of his cock up and down against her soft, warm mound. Touch of Lust was already fully active, flooding all three of their bodies with thick, addictive heat that made their empty cunts throb and clench.

Lara blushed harder than anyone.

The moment Touch of Lust sank deep into her, filthy memories exploded behind her eyes, the thick feeling of his cock stretching her open, the heavy heat of his cum flooding her insides. His fingers kept rubbing slow, firm circles right over her sensitive mound through the thin crimson fabric. She wanted to slap him and scream that he was a pervert who groped young girls’ cunts in public elevators...

But her body betrayed her completely.

Her hips pushed forward on their own, grinding her warm, damp crotch harder against his thick fingers, seeking even more.

Three cunts throbbed and clenched around nothing at the exact same time, desperately craving the same thick cock and the same burning heat.

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open.

Passengers poured out in a rush.

The moment the last person stepped out, Daniel immediately pulled his hands and body away from the three trembling girls. Their soft, peachy asses stayed pressed against the cold metal wall while they tried to catch their breath. Soft tits rose and fell rapidly under the thin, expensive fabrics. The front of Daniel’s pants was clearly tented.

He stepped sideways and smiled, gesturing for them to walk ahead first.

Anna walked out on trembling legs, her wet inner walls rubbing together with every step.

Kira followed, face still burning.

Lara came last.

Just as Lara was about to step out, Daniel’s hand shot out from behind. He grabbed her narrow waist, spun her halfway around, and forced her face to turn back toward him. Before she could even gasp, he leaned in and gave her a light but filthy kiss, just a soft press of lips mixed with a quick flick of his tongue against her lower lip.

At the same time, he rolled his hips once and smacked the thick, hard bulge of his cock firmly against her soft, fat ass.

Then he released her and walked ahead as if nothing had happened.

Lara’s body jerked. Her hand shot out and grabbed the side wall for support. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide and hazy, a broken little curse dying on her tongue as fresh heat flooded straight down between her legs.

Daniel didn’t even look back.

He simply kept walking forward.

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Outside the Nucleus Mall, a large crowd had already gathered.

Phones were raised high. Cameras flashed. Excited voices mixed into a constant buzz as people recorded and whispered about the queen of luxury parked right in front of the entrance.

"Hey, which bigshot is here?"

"I don’t know, I didn’t see anyone!"

"Yeah, I also didn’t see any bodyguards walking around."

"Why would there be bodyguards, bro?"

"The type of person who drives this kind of queen never goes anywhere without security!"

"Ohhh!!"

From young couples to single boys, everyone was staring, recording, and chattering about the pure-black Rolls-Royce. Some of the bolder girls even tried to press their soft asses against the polished body of the car to take sexy selfies, but one sharp shout from the driver was enough to scatter them like frightened sparrows.

The driver stood rigid and firm beside the rear door. A phone was in his hand. He kept glancing between the picture on the screen and the sea of faces in front of him, sharp eyes sweeping left to right, then right to left, searching for his new master.

Then his eyes widened.

There he was.

Daniel, a handsome middle-aged man with a refined, mature aura, walking forward with calm steps. Behind him followed three beauties whose sinful bodies were wrapped in the spiciest, juiciest pieces of the season. Every boy in the crowd gawked with wide eyes. Thick ropes of saliva slid down more than one chin. Girls who saw the dresses and the mature, handsome man leading the three beauties pressed their thighs tightly together, hearts burning with intense jealousy.

The driver immediately parted the crowd like the sea, skipped over the marble steps, and bent halfway at the waist.

"Sir. Your driver, Leon."

Daniel gave a short nod. He glanced at the man, clean-shaven, standard white driver’s uniform, eyes straight ahead, not daring to ogle the three beauties even for a second.

"Good," Daniel muttered. "You passed."

Then he kept walking through the parted crowd like a king returning home with the three little queens he had just married, already heading toward the bedding chamber to celebrate their first night.

The blushes on the trio’s faces were deep. The way they walked, short and quick steps, afraid of falling even half a step behind him, made their high heels click softly against the hard marble. Soft tits swayed gently under the thin fabrics with every movement. Round, peachy asses shifted the clinging dresses.

The driver quickly moved ahead and opened the rear door.

Daniel, instead of getting in, tapped the driver’s shoulder once.

"Back away."

Although the driver didn’t fully understand the order, he stepped back at once.

Daniel took his place.

He turned and held out his hand, palm up, as if inviting a lady to dance at a royal ball.

Anna was first.

Her face burned a deep red. Her eyes shimmered like stars. Her heart pounded so hard she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into her daddy’s arms in front of everyone and let him claim her first blood while the whole crowd bear witness to her claim over her daddy. She felt like a true princess in a fantasy tale. She could feel the jealous gazes and the envious murmurs, her heart burned with proud, intense love for her daddy.

The three best friends had been shocked the moment they first saw the Rolls-Royce.

Anna clearly knew her father had never owned a car like this. When the driver saluted Daniel so respectfully, their shock only grew.

What was happening?

What exactly did her daddy want to do?

Then the words "dinner date" clicked in their minds.

Maybe the car, the driver was just a rented setup for one special night to make the dinner date even more memorable.

Heat and love swelled inside their chests.

Who does something like this?

Lara and Kira could only look at Daniel’s broad back and Anna’s soft side profile and feel a quiet, helpless jealousy. They knew they were just tagging along, becoming third wheels in what should have been a private father-daughter moment. They had even wanted to leave earlier, but Anna had forced them to stay.

They still couldn’t understand why.

The moon had almost fully risen. Night had arrived. The dark sky was dotted with twinkling stars while the city’s fluorescent lights complemented the natural beauty of the world.

Anna raised her hand with bated breath, feeling like the absolute princess she was.

Daniel took her slender fingers in his large palm like a perfect gentleman, bent slightly, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Then, with a smooth and gentle motion, he guided her into the luxurious back seat.

Next was Kira.

She had thought that kind of treatment was only for Anna, his real daughter.

But, Daniel proved her wrong.

He held his hand out again with the same calm, loving smile he had given Anna, looking exactly like a gentle prince from a storybook.

Thudy~ Thud

Her little heart pounded so viciously it hurt. A single fat, beady tear slid down her cheek. Her lips parted as if she might start crying at any moment, yet her hand still rose on its own to meet his.

Daniel’s eyes were sharp. He saw the way her fingers trembled and the tear rolling down her soft skin. Something in his chest tightened with a quiet ache.

He quickly took her hand, bowed, and kissed the back of her palm before gently guiding her inside. He could have wiped the tear away, but he chose not to. Too many cameras were recording. He knew Kira would curse herself later if a crying image of her spread online.

Finally came Lara.

She did not raise her hand even though Daniel’s palm waited patiently for her.

She simply stared into his eyes.

She really, truly wanted to hate him.

From the first moment she met him, however, she had only felt herself falling deeper and deeper.

Since childhood she had dreamed many times of being spoiled by her father. Receiving even a single dress as a gift would have made her cry tears of joy. What she had received instead were the sharp lashes of his belt across her skin that forced her to cry, but not with soft smiles. She had cried with hard, bitter, throat-tearing sobs.

Had she never imagined herself as a princess?

Many times.

But a single glance at the belt hanging on the back of the door had always been enough to shatter every dream.

And yet, in just one day, she had watched a complete stranger, her friend’s father, defend another girl’s dignity with such fierce protectiveness that he literally bought out an entire luxury boutique for her. The man who had barked insults at his "fake daughter" had his face slapped so many times he would never be able to chew properly again.

And now this same man had booked the most luxurious car in the city, dressed them like real princesses, and was treating them with the exact care she had always longed for.

Her heart surged with a storm of emotions.

Daniel could clearly see her pupils trembling and her soft body shaking. His voice came out low and genuinely worried.

"Are you okay?"

Had her real father ever asked about her well-being?

Had she ever seen him look worried for her even once?

Her shoulders tensed for a moment as the cold memories formed the answer "No" that hit her chest rough and hard. Then a single glance at Daniel’s face was enough to erase her own father’s existence from her heart. In that moment she felt as if Daniel had always been her real daddy, and everything she had lived through before was just a cruel test so that fate could finally bestow him upon her.

Her hand rose and met his.

A soft current passed through her core, not the usual filthy lust this time, but something deeper and warmer. She didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t care. She simply melted into his palm as he guided her into the car with the same gentle care he had shown the other two.

Daniel was the last to enter. The heavy door closed with a soft, expensive thunk.

The driver quickly took his seat. The Rolls-Royce glided forward like a true queen, leaving the stunned crowd speechless and shocked.

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