Chapter 91: [91] Father Danial Again

"Youuu!! Who are you and how dare you hit me?!"

Fan lunged forward in pure rage, swinging a wild, clumsy punch straight at Daniel’s face.

Anna and Lara both felt the sudden threat like a physical blow to the chest. Without thinking they leapt forward, trying to put their soft bodies between Fan and Daniel to protect him. Anna moved because he was her daddy. Lara moved because her heart clenched hard and her cunt gave an involuntary throb at the sight of him in danger — even though she knew he was a cheating man who couldn’t keep his thick cock inside his wife’s cunt.

But Daniel was faster.

Before either girl could fully step in front of him, he took one calm step forward, blocked Fan’s incoming fist with his left hand, and drove his right fist straight into Fan’s nose with a sickening, wet BAMM.

Fan’s head snapped back violently. He staggered two full steps, unsteady and dazed. When he bent forward and pressed his palm to his nose, then pulled it away, bright red blood coated his skin and dripped between his fingers. His mind went hazy from the sharp, blooming pain.

PHACCKK—!

AHH—!!

"DADDY—!"

"FATHER—!"

Two cries rang out almost at the same time as Anna and Lara rushed straight to Daniel, soft hands already searching his body for any injury even though they had clearly seen he never took a hit.

Lara, standing right in front of him and quickly running her fingers over the firm muscles of his chest, suddenly realized she had screamed "Father." Her pupils shook with panic. She shot a nervous glance at Anna, checking for any hint of suspicion. Thankfully Anna’s entire focus was locked on her daddy — she was gently touching his cheek and the side of his neck with trembling fingers, making sure he was truly unhurt. Her expression was so worried and devoted it looked like she had almost lost the entire world.

Lara couldn’t help wondering,

Is he really that good of a daddy?

For a brief second she compared him to her own father and asked herself if she could ever make the same face Anna was making right now for her real dad.

The answer was obvious.

No.

Never.

Then she noticed her fingers had drifted lower and were lightly pinching his nipple through the thin shirt. Scorching heat flooded her face as the memory hit her like a slap — that same hard, warm chest pressed tightly against her soft bare skin while he pounded her mercilessly from behind, making her tongue loll out idiotically and her heavy breasts slap together with every deep, wet thrust. The clean, masculine scent of him this close hit her like a pure aphrodisiac. She wanted to step away... but her feet felt glued to the floor. She even caught herself leaning toward his broad chest, wanting to rest her flushed cheek against it like a daughter seeking comfort, before she forced herself to stop. A fresh, warm trickle of juice slid down her inner thigh beneath her short skirt.

Fan trembled with a mixture of rage and pure fear. He wanted to attack again, but his cowardly nature had already flushed all his bravado down the gutter after one solid, bloody punch.

"Whooo areee youuu?!" he shouted, voice nasal and wet from the blood still dripping down his lips.

Daniel tilted his head slightly and looked past him at the broken, trembling figure of Kira. Something hard, dark, and protective thudded inside his chest.

"You made my daughter cry... and you still have the nerve to ask me who I am?"

His voice was as cold as the North Pole.

Both Mina and Fan visibly trembled.

Mina’s tremble was different — more desire than fear. Fan was still her current walking wallet, so she had to put in at least a little effort or the payment for letting him use her holes wouldn’t be justified.

"Why are you hitting my boyfriend? Don’t you know that’s a crime?" she demanded, pushing her chest out.

Daniel ignored her completely. ℴℴ𝘮

Fan, still trembling and bleeding, barked, "Whose father are you? Why don’t I know you? When did I make your daughter cry?"

"First learn about your own father before pointing fingers at someone else," Daniel answered flatly. "And if you can’t see my daughter crying right now, you should get your eyes treated along with that broken nose of yours."

Fan’s face twisted with more rage, but someone felt even more ignored and insulted — Mina.

"Old man! I’m talking to you! How dare you punch my boyfriend?"

Daniel still didn’t spare her a single glance. His cold eyes stayed fixed on Fan, who finally turned and looked at Kira. Fresh tears were threatening to spill from her chin onto the tiles. Fan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"You... you’re her father?" he pointed a bloody finger at Kira, voice rising loud enough for everyone in the boutique to hear.

Anna and Lara both snapped their heads toward Kira, then back to Daniel, eyes widening to the extreme. Even Kira, feeling every stare burning into her skin and hearing those impossible words, slowly lifted her tear-stained face and stared at the handsome, ice-cold expression of Anna’s daddy.

"Impossible! Impossible! You’re lying! I clearly heard the class teacher say she was fatherless!" Fan screamed, blood still dripping.

"I know what this is! You’re just some stranger trying to play hero and save the beauty, right?!"

Daniel stayed silent for a moment. Fan took the silence as victory and laughed loudly, red droplets flying from his lips.

"Cat got your tongue now that your little secret is exposed? Came to save the damsel in distress only to become a joke—!"

Daniel simply shook his head.

In one smooth, decisive motion he reached out, grabbed Kira’s slender wrist, and pulled her straight into his chest. Her soft face and full breasts thudded firmly against his hard, fatherly body. Kira’s eyes flew wide. So did Anna’s and Lara’s.

Before any of them could speak, Daniel continued in a calm, absolute voice that left no room for argument—

"I don’t need to prove to anyone that I’m my cute daughter’s father."

His left arm locked tightly around her narrow waist, plastering her entire soft front against him until her tits flattened against his chest. His right hand came up and settled protectively over the back of her head, broad palm resting against her soft hair, fingers gently stroking.

Everything Kira wanted to say died in her throat.

For the first time in her life she felt a father’s powerful, unshakable shield of protection wrapping around her. Daniel had activated Touch of Lust at full, merciless strength, flooding every nerve in her body with overwhelming safety and warm, euphoric, almost sexual sensation. Her eyelids grew heavy and fluttered. She leaned into the embrace almost unconsciously, lips parting slightly as the side of her soft mouth brushed against the hard peak of his nipple through the thin shirt. A small, muffled sound escaped her while his palm kept her pressed close, drowning her in blissful, addictive warmth that made her toes curl inside her shoes and her empty cunt give a confused, needy throb.

"Lies! Lies!" Fan yelled at the top of his lungs, still holding his bloody nose.

Daniel didn’t even look at him.

Instead he asked coldly, fingers casually tangling into the red dress still clutched in Kira’s limp hand making her eyes flutter open again while her lips stayed softly pressed against his chest—

"You said she couldn’t afford this dress?"

He turned his head slightly toward the head attendant.

"Elise. How many of this dress do you have in stock?"

Elise quickly stepped forward, long legs still faintly unsteady, soft inner thighs sticky with the thick mixture of cum and her own juices still slowly leaking into her black lace panties. Her voice came out professional, though it trembled just slightly at the edges...

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