Chapter 90: (90) Kira’s Situation [Bonus For PS]

For a moment Kira felt her breath catch hard in her throat, as if something thick and solid had lodged there and refused to let air pass. Her chest tightened. Heat flooded her face until her cheeks burned with deep, public shame. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to the polished tiled floor.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fight back.

It was that every filthy word he said was true.

Why was she even fighting over this expensive dress?

She glanced at the price tag from the corner of her eye. Her pupils shook.

It cost more than her mother’s entire monthly salary.

In an instant the image of her mother coming home late at night flooded her mind — frail body, shoulders slumped, dark circles under her eyes, forcing a tired, trembling smile so Kira wouldn’t worry. Just remembering that forced smile made Kira’s stomach churn with self-disgust.

What was she doing?

Pretending to be a rich little princess while her mother worked herself to the bone every day and night just to put food on the table.

Her body gave an involuntary twitch. She started trembling from head to toe. Her family’s poverty was her biggest insecurity, but what cut even deeper was being fatherless. That was why she had never told anyone. Her father had run away years ago, abandoning the pair of mother and daughter like useless baggage and leaving them as pitiful as possible.

Even when neighbors whispered and mocked her behind her back for being fatherless, for being a "bad example," she would simply clench her teeth until her jaw ached and ignore it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to punch them. It was that their words were true... and she could never bring more trouble to her exhausted mother by starting a fight. So she had learned to swallow everything — the shame, the rage, the helplessness.

Tears welled up hot and stinging. Her heart burned with one question—

How did he know?

Even her two best friends only found out after meeting her mother. So how did this disgusting creep know?

Wait... the parent-teacher meeting.

He had been there with his mother. They arrived late, just like Kira and her mother, after the meeting was already over. Only the four of them and the teacher remained in the classroom. When the teacher casually mentioned her absent father, Fan must have overheard every word.

Rage flared hot and thick in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to slap Fan’s greasy, disgusting face until it split... but one single memory held her frozen — the sight of her mother bowing deeply to Fan’s mother at that same meeting, calling the elegant woman in the black gown "Boss." Fan had gone to the bathroom at that moment, but Kira had seen everything. Her hero, her mother, bending her waist low to greet a woman who looked like she had just stepped off a Miss Universe stage.

Fan noticed her silence and felt his confidence swell like a dirty balloon. This was the first time he had ever managed to shut Kira up. Usually she was the one who berated him for following Anna around like a dog in heat.

He took a step closer, voice rising with open mockery, eyes gleaming with ugly satisfaction.

"Have you seen the price? I bet it’s more than your mother’s yearly salary. So why don’t you be a good little poor girl and go play in the mud instead of coming here to..." He dragged his thick tongue slowly across his lower lip, eyes locked on Kira with open, greasy lust. "...sully these beautiful dresses?"

SMACK—!!

Anna’s open palm cracked across Fan’s unguarded cheek with every ounce of strength and raw rage she had. The sharp sound echoed through the boutique like a gunshot. Fan’s head turned slightly from the force. His thick skin absorbed most of the impact, but a vivid, burning red handprint immediately bloomed across his cheek, the skin tingling and hot.

He was shocked.

He had creeped on Anna for months. He had followed her, pressed his nose to the wooden bench still warm from her ass, collected her discarded saliva-sticky gum and sealed it in a plastic bag like treasure... and she had never once slapped him.

So why now?

Because he mocked her friend?

Him?

"How dare you talk to her like that?" Anna’s voice was cold and sharp, eyes blazing.

"How do you know she can’t afford it?"

"Do you know her personally?"

"And how dare you call her fatherless?"

For the first time, Fan felt real anger toward Anna. She had actually hit him. But then a twisted, filthy thought crawled into his mind — what if the slap was just an excuse to finally touch his face? What if she was jealous that he had moved on? His eyes lit with new, perverted fervor. He wanted to push further, to dig the knife deeper.

In a loud voice meant for everyone in the boutique to hear, he asked with open sarcasm—

"Did I lie?

Can she afford it?

Is she not fatherless?

Didn’t her father run away when she was a child, treating them like worthless baggage and throwing them away?"

His tone turned crueler and more mocking with every word. He made sure Kira heard every syllable. Then he stepped forward and reached his greasy hand toward the piece of clothing still clutched tightly in Kira’s trembling fingers.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fabric, a metal hanger cracked hard across his wrist with a sharp metallic clang.

"Ahhh—!"

Fan jerked back, clutching his stinging wrist, face twisting in pain.

CLIP.

CLOP.

CLIP.

CLOP.

The sharp, deliberate sound of expensive shoes striking the tiled floor came from behind them. Everyone — Anna, Lara who had been secretly recording everything with to file a complaint, the nearby staff, turned around.

Only Kira kept her wet eyes fixed on the floor.

Daniel walked toward them with steady, unhurried steps. Behind him followed the head attendant, Elise. Her long legs were still slightly shaky; every few steps her soft inner thighs trembled from the thorough, dual-hole fucking she had just received in the changing room. Thick remnants of his cum still leaked slowly into her black lace panties with each movement, but no one noticed the wetness or the faint, unsteady gait. Every eye was fixed on Daniel’s face.

It was cold.

Ice-cold.

Even Anna felt a strange, tight heat bloom low in her belly. This was the first time she had ever seen her daddy look like this. The dark, heavy aura he radiated made her soft thighs press together involuntarily, a small pulse of unwanted warmth flickering between them. Lara felt it even more strongly. She was already his in every filthy way that mattered — she had already taken Anna’s daddy’s thick cock deep down her throat and buried to the hilt inside her tight cunt. Watching the sharp, cold side profile of his face as he glared at Fan made her own pussy clench hard around nothing. A single warm, slick trickle of juice slid down her inner thigh beneath her short skirt. Her eyes widened slightly and the hand holding her phone trembled.

Daniel stopped directly in front of the group, eyes locked on Fan with pure, icy calm, the temperature around him seeming to drop.

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