Ray and Yuno boarded a sizable airship. A pretty girl in glasses bowed and said:
"Welcome. I already have a route. Everything is ready — you just need to enjoy the journey."
Despite his unexpected limitations, Ray intended to make this time special for Yuno.
Their room was decorated in red tones. It was clear that the work on the airship's interior had been meticulous — even the lighting enhanced the romantic atmosphere in their room.
Yuno knew Ray would come up with something unusual, but even she hadn't expected this. It was obvious the girl was charmed by what was happening.
They found themselves in the bathroom — it was through the door on the right. The bathtub was of considerable size. While Yuno looked at the scene in surprise, Ray pulled her hand, making her sit on his lap, and began to slowly undress her. When his hands ran over her skin, a pleasant shiver ran through the girl's body.
"This reminds me of when we first started living together. Back then, you wet yourself, and I had to wash you," Ray whispered tenderly, pressing his lips to the girl's ear. "How would you feel about repeating that experience?"
"I'm all for it," Yuno smiled. "I'll need to wet our bed again to repeat that moment."
"This month is yours. You can do whatever you want. But you must remember: you're no longer a little girl. And I'll have to punish you."
Ray's gentle whisper, combined with his touch, nearly drove the girl to the edge.
Seeing a glass with toothbrushes in it, she took them out, turned on the tap, filled the glass with water, and poured it over herself and Ray.
The man understood what she was trying to achieve and, with a satisfied smile, pretended not to notice her manipulations.
After pouring the glass of water over them, Yuno put it back and said timidly:
"Daddy... I think I wet myself. Could you help me wash up?"
Hearing his beloved daughter's words, Ray frowned:
"I'll help you. But you're too old for things like this. So you'll be punished."
When daddy's girl heard these words, a strange mixture of fear and anticipation appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Despite this incident, the caring daddy continued to be gentle and very slowly undressed his beloved daughter.
As soon as Yuno was in her natural Eve costume, they switched roles. Now the caring daughter began to undress her beloved daddy. Her tender hands gently traced his scars, as if wanting to heal them.
When Ray was undressed, Yuno climbed into the bathtub, and he began to wash her. Every touch of his rough hands was full of care and tenderness. Even this was enough for sweet moans to begin escaping from daddy's daughter's lips.
When daddy finished washing her, Yuno pulled his hand — giving a clear hint for him to move over to her. Despite his situation, Ray did it deftly. The girl ended up on top and lay down on daddy. It was clear to her that her weight wouldn't be a problem for him, so the little one calmly spread out over his body.
When she felt little daddy awakening, her tender hand gently touched him. Feeling his beloved daughter's touch, the man shuddered and opened his mouth to say something.
But his daughter interrupted him:
"That old bitch left you. But I'll always be by your side. I don't care what others say. Besides, you forgot to wash one place."
Having said that, she guided his big, rough hand to her hot crotch. The scorching heat of his daughter's pussy erased all barriers in the man's soul, and he began to caress her.
As early as fourteen, Yuno realized she was ready to give everything for this man — the one who not only pulled her out of hell but also surrounded her with love and care — to become her father.
If that were the case, she was sure he wouldn't even have to ask — she would spread her legs for him herself. And unlike her real father, who not only raped her but also handed her over to his friends, she was sure Ray would never give her to anyone.
These thoughts nearly made the little one cry. But she was overwhelmed by a wave of orgasm, given by daddy's fingers. That wave washed away all her sorrows.
Kneeling, she took Ray's member into her mouth and began to suck intensely. It was her attempt to express gratitude for everything this man had done for her. That's what made Yuno throw herself into the process completely.
After finishing her improvisation and tidying up, Ray and Yuno basked in each other's embrace. Even though they hadn't gone all the way, Yuno knew the wait wouldn't be long. After everything that had happened between them, there was no turning back for Ray.
"Do you really like calling me daddy?" Ray asked, gently holding Yuno, who was basking in his embrace like a cat in her beloved owner's arms. Both knew the question wasn't just about sex.
"Yes. Honestly, part of me wishes you were my real father. I know you're not Deya's father, but I see how you care for her. And I know for sure: if anyone in this world dares to touch my little one against her will, he'll be covered in blood, and his life will become hell."
"You showed me that a real father is a protector."
"I don't think a real father would fuck his daughter," Ray chuckled. "But you're not forcing me. We both know I've been pushing you toward this for years."
"If you really want this, I'll be whatever you want me to be. But I never thought my unfinished film school training would come in handy for role-playing with my adopted daughter."
"You really do have talent. In moments like this, I start believing you really are my father. It makes everything that happens between us very hot. And I get very wet."
"You know, I never thought I'd regret killing my parents myself. But now I do. I wish they could see us making love."
"If you really want that," Ray whispered, "we'll do it today. But you should know: I have a dominant side. And if you think I've gone too far — let me know. I'll rein it in."
"Don't worry, Daddy. Your disobedient daughter is still waiting for her punishment."