(Don't get your hopes high.)
Once, not so long ago, Sirin was nothing.
A name without meaning, a girl without a future. Her world was cold metal and flickering lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic and blood. She remembered the way the scientists never looked at her face—only at the readings, the numbers, the mutations. She was a specimen. A tool. A lab rat waiting to be discarded once her usefulness expired.
But now… now she lives in a gilded world. Her fingers brushed silk instead of steel. Sunlight filtered through tall windows into her private room instead of a cold cell. She wore dresses tailored by hand, ate food prepared by skilled cooks, and had attendants who bowed with reverence. All of it was granted unconditionally by the one man who had saved her from that nightmare.
Ray. Her dearest father.
He had given her everything. Freedom, power, dignity and love. And at first, she had basked in it with the wide-eyed gratitude of a child rescued from hell. But as the years passed, something within her shifted. The warmth he gave her was no longer enough. The gentle way he looked at her, spoke to her, touched her. It stirred something deeper within. Something she shouldn't have felt.
She loved him.
Not as a daughter. But as a woman.
Sirin hated herself for it. She would screamed into her pillow at night. She cursed her heart for beating faster when he smiled at her, for aching when he displayed affection to women other than her.
Every time he said her name, every time he patted her head or praised her. Those fleeting, tender gestures carved open a hunger inside her that never stopped growing.
She tried to ignore it. To push it down, drown it in distractions. New clothes, endless books to study, training until her muscles ached. Nothing worked. The more she suppressed it, the more it festered. Like a thorn in her soul. Gnawing away her rationality.
There were moments she felt terrified by her overflowing desire that clouded her mind. A hand that lingered too long. A look held for a second too many. Once, alone and away from the eyes of everyone, she had tried to force herself on him.
But he stopped her.
Always, he stopped her when she went too far.
Never with anger. Never with cruelty. Just firm rejection.
"This love of yours," he had said once, voice soft with a sigh, "is born from your gratitude twisted into something else. You don't need to be anything more than my daughter, Sirin. The current you is enough."
She had run away crying that day.
Ray never spoke of it again. He treated her no differently afterward. Still kind. Still loving. Although still a jerk sometimes. Still her usual father.
And that made it worse.
Because he always forgave her.
Because he never hated or scolded her.
To discourage her.
Because he remained kind and untouchable, even as she sank deeper into this forbidden spiral.
To the world, Sirin was a girl who had everything.
But in truth, she was a bird in a golden cage—fed on love that she could never taste the way she desired, wings clipped by the very man who had taught her how to fly.
And she feared that one day, when her longing finally snapped the last thread of reason, she might destroy the only person who had given her the reason to live.
Perhaps because her desire was that strong that she had started hallucinating or her father finally relented to her desire.
Whatever it is, Sirin didn't care and didn't bother to uncover it.
The sight of him in his human form is very rare. Rare enough she could count it with one hand only.
Even so, she could never mistake this person in front of her for anyone else. He has to be him, her father, Ray.
A strange, warmth wrapped around Sirin like silk, as if she had been cradled in the arms of the cosmos itself.
The world around her shimmered into being, a dreamlike, surreal, yet so vividly real that her senses trembled under its weight.
She could feel the heat beneath her bare feet, the air thick with the scent of something darker, more intimate.
An intoxicating blend of memory and fantasy.
There he was. Appearing before her like a mirage.
The only man her heart had ever beat for.
The only one she had ever truly loved. Loved in both an innocent and sinful way.
Loved as a daughter idolizes her father, and as a woman yearns for her man.
His presence commanded the space like a divine figure descending into her private little haven, cloaked in shadows and darkness.
He stood before her, taller than memory, broader than fantasy, close enough for her to feel the gentle heat radiating from his body.
Each breath she drew filled her lungs with his scent—indescribable, yet unmistakably his. It reminded her of safety and strength, like a fortress she had always longed to collapse into. Her heart pounded erratically, as if protesting the sheer impossibility of the moment.
His eyes… Oh, those eyes! Were no longer distant, no longer filled with the platonic warmth of a father figure watching over his ward.
Here, in this impossible, perfect dream, his gaze was molten. Yes! This has to be a dream.
His soft and smoldering with raw, unspoken emotions. There was hunger in those eyes.
There was longing.
There was desire.
Not the gaze of a father looking at his daughter…
But the eyes of a man utterly enthralled by the woman before him.
And that gaze undid her remaining resistance completely.
As he stepped closer, each motion fluid, deliberate.
Her breath caught as his hand rose, his fingers brushing a loose strand of her violet hair behind her ear with a tenderness that set her skin aflame.
The simple touch sent shivers cascading down her spine. Her knees felt weak, her thoughts hazy and clouded with unspoken desire.
Her body grew hot and heavy, as though her very soul were melting beneath the weight of his affection.
"I never noticed before…" His voice was low, husky, like velvet over steel. He bent down slightly, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear. "How beautiful you've become, my dear Sirin."
The sound of her name on his tongue made her tremble. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her lips parted slightly in disbelief, but her eyes never left his. She knew somewhere in the fading echoes of her rational mind that this was only a dream.
It had to be!
There was no way he could speak to her like this. No way he could touch her like this.
But… how she wanted it to be real.
Just this once.
Just one dream.
Let her lose herself in this beautiful lie. Let her feel his touch, his breath, his lips, his affectionate love.
Even if it was wrong.
Even if it was forbidden.
Even if the waking world would tear her apart for daring to want it.
His thumb brushed across her lower lip, tracing it gently. Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering. She leaned into the touch, her body betraying her every attempt at restraint.
"Sirin…" he whispered again, his forehead lowering to rest against hers. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, the air between them so thick with tension it was almost suffocating.
"Let me love you."
She stared at him, wide-eyed and breathless.
That voice, that look—wasn't this everything she had hidden in the depths of her heart?
Everything she had ever secretly craved?
Her resistance shattered.
She closed her eyes… and surrendered everything to him with the shyness of a pure maiden in love.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, but the moment it began, the fire ignited.
What started as tender bloomed into hunger.
His mouth moved over hers with a possessive urgency, and she responded with equal desperation, clutching at him like a lifeline.
Her fingers buried themselves into his neck, pulling him closer, deeper.
Their tongues danced in heated rhythm, a symphony of longing and release.
She gasped as he pulled her into his arms, her body crashing against his warm and broad chest, wrapped in the heat of his embrace. Her legs nearly gave out, but he held her by the waist with firm, strong and unwavering grip.
The world spun away. Nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond this kiss, this impossible union between them.
When they finally parted for breath, her eyes fluttered open to meet him once more.
And in them, she saw it.
Hunger. Desire. Longing.
The gaze of a man lost to passion.
Not the man who once persistently treated her as a child to protect.
But the one who now saw her as a woman to claim.
"I need you," she whispered breathlessly and desperately, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt with tears and on her beautiful eyes. "Even if it's a dream. Even if you're not real. I need you."
In response, his hand slid down her cheek, over her neck, to her waist then hip, pulling her tight against him. "Then let this dream be yours," he said indulgently as he kissed her again, and this time there was no restraint.
There was no pretending.
They were no longer father and daughter.
They were mere men and women indulging deeply in their flame of passion and their burning desire.
The scene turned even more passionate as Sirin found herself pushed onto her bed, both arms pinned down by Ray's bigger and stronger hands as her heart thrummed even harder as if leaping out her mouth as the anticipation was killing her from the inside.
She could only turn her head sideways trying to calm her wildly beating heart but soon found her face firmly grasp which gave her a little jolt but she soon felt the familiar sensation invading her own mouth.
But it didn't linger for long as his tongue moved down her neck. Then her now exposed chest, playfully teasing her soft and perky budding breasts. Then down her well sculpted and shapely navel which made her feel ticklish but unknowingly she felt like lower body was lit on fire.
Then she awaited the moment he moved to her eager and drenched pussy. The mere thought of the act and the phantom sensation made the burning sensation felt even more intense. So intense she wished to rub the unbearable itch only to realize she couldn't move her arms that were stuck in place.
In the middle of that mental struggle, Sirin felt his thumb tracing across her lips with a sadistic grin plastered on his face before he said with a low growl.
"Beg me."
Sirin stared wide-eyed for a moment before her already blushing face turned even redder, her eyes shut closed in a vain attempt to stave off the burning shame on her face as she whispered something barely audible. Her thighs rub against one another, trying to relieve the growing itch between her thighs.
Watching this scene with eager expression, Ray smirked at Sirin's bashful begging.
He didn't torture her for long. Not that he ever intended to and he begins his preparation.
With great expertise and delicately, Ray uses his fingers to poke and prod, exploring the inside of her pussy, carefully mapping each details and spot that would deliver the maximum pleasure. To make her first experience as pleasant as possible.
Under his skillful hands and technique, Sirin couldn't hold her voice back and moaned very loudly, almost in tears as she tightly gripped the bed sheet while her hips jolted and her back arched.
Her exhausted state looks incredibly alluring like a flower in full bloom. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her perfectly proportioned and toned body looks incredibly enticing under the soft glowing light.
Alluring enough that he could no longer hold himself back and finally pulled out his hard and fully erected dick that measured the length of an adult arm and girth as thick as a wrist.
The sight alone made Sirin gulped audibly and question if her body could even accommodate such a monster. But a moment later, she saw the monstrous dick suddenly reduced in size to what she assumed to be manageable for her body. Even then, it still looks massive.
When he prepared to pierce her virginity, Sirin saw him placing his dick on top of her pussy, lubricating it with her constantly leaking love juice and the tip reached all the way past where her belly button was.
This made her instinctively stiffen her body and closed her eyes in shyness and anticipation. But when she felt a sudden yet familiar kiss on her mouth, her stiffened body relaxed and in that brief moment she felt a sharp stinging pain piercing into her lower body.
Instead of continuing thrusting immediately, Ray took his time, intimately making out with Sirin, distracting her from the pain before he slowly began thrusting.
He whispers encouragement and sweet coaxing to her ears. The sharp stinging pain slowly turn to numbness and soon reduced to nothing more but slight discomfort.
The room soon drowned with noise of flesh hitting flesh and erotic gasps and moans of Sirin melodious voice.
She finds herself with her back against the wall, standing on one leg and another lifted up by him as the position allows him to reach deeper inside herself.
Her arms slung around his neck, greedily kissing with expression of drunken ecstasy.
"Ah, daddy~ Fuck me harder! Faster!"
"Hah. To think you would use such vulgar words. Finally dropping that elegant lady persona?" Ray chuckled as he teased but humored her demand.
"I don't care anymore." Sirin answered with a mewl of moan..
Her hands reach for his face, weakly holding and staring lovingly into his eyes. Like a devoted priestess beholding the figure of the lord she worshipped with her entire being.
"As long as I have your love. Nothing else matters anymore."
For once, Ray displayed a complicated look but it quickly vanished and replaced with the previous indulgent look.
"Mhn~ Ah! Daddy! I'm… I'm… Kiss me… hold me… don't… let… go." She begged, her eyes held fear for the this foreign feeling
Ray sealed Sirin's loud moan with another deep kiss, his arms wrapped around her with a hug as she wished. Her eyes glazed and misty as her pupils lost focus, her body turned limp, incapable to muster even a sliver of strength as pleasure drowned her entire body.
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When Sirin passed out of exhaustion and soundly asleep. The scene changed, what used to be Sirin's own room is replaced with a pure white space.
Sirin still sounds asleep, curled up in a fetal position and floating as Ray now in his feline form sat before the floating Sirin with a contemplative expression.
The truth was, everything was all an illusion and a dream Sirin conjured up in her mind with Ray's help.
He had reason to reject Sirin's affection as the affection of his other daughters.
Most of them are tragic characters who ended up saved by him. Especially so for Sirin. She confused her feelings for love and her dependency on him simply made it even worse.
Truth to be told, this kind of trouble annoys him. He rather snaps his paw and fixes everything very simply. However, such a simple solution would only entail mind tampering.
He had once made a promise to himself to never use such a method on those who he considered his own again.
After all, altering someone's memories and mind is the same as killing them since the way someone thinks and remembers is the fundamental way a person defines themselves.
Thus, Ray vows to never do such an act ever again. Which is also why he took such a roundabout way to fix Sirin's problem.
Only by making herself aware of the issue can she confront it and eventually fix it.
As for the sex part… It's definitely crucial to the overall picture of helping Sirin. Yeah! Definitely crucial…
*Cough*
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