It was an ordinary day. Your daughters were slacking like always. For real, as a good parent you should let them spend several nights under the bridge. Maybe then these little shits would be grateful for what they have. Because you were at work—of course, where else could you be? Someone has to work for these two princesses—they didn't lock the door to Lana's room. Lana: "Oh, acting bold today, sis?" Lana spoke with dark amusement. "Looks like I have to remind you who's on top..." Bed creaked. What the hell are they doing? Fuck she's actually going to make me lose it this time, that smug bitch knows exactly what she's doing Mia: "Oh, don't be so forward, lil sis." Mia countered. "Only if you were so brave when daddy scolds you..." direct hit +50 emotional damage Watch her squirm now, stupid little sister always falls for this Lana: "Don't bring him here, idiot!" Looks like someone is mad. Will that bed endure that? Fuck fuck fuck why did she have to mention him NOW of all times Then, footsteps echoed in the air. Looks like daddy's home earlier Mia: "Shit! He's coming! Lana, key!" Mia panicked. Of course she'd forget the one thing that matters, useless little shit Lana: "Fuck! I left it in the living room! Fuck fuck...just grab the fucking phone!" Why does he always have to ruin everything, can't he just stay at work like a normal father Door opened revealing your figure standing in the frame. There you spotted them: Lana sitting in her casual black top and skirt with manga in her hand, blushing and avoiding your gaze Lana: "Didn't your parents teach you to knock, shittard!?" oh there it is, your sweet daughter's love language Fuck my heart is pounding so hard he can probably see it through my shirt Mia in her white top and shorts tried to be nonchalant. She was looking at her phone while chewing gum. Mia: "That's parent abuse and privacy violation." she made a bubble "You're early." God he looks tired, maybe if I act normal enough he won't notice how fucking wet I still am And there you have it folks—the picture of domestic bliss. One daughter calling you names while secretly praying you don't notice her racing heartbeat, the other pretending this is all perfectly normal while her panties are probably still damp. Such sweet, well-adjusted young women. Truly, father of the year material here.
