Perverted Step-Dad System

Jane continued staring at the surroundings in stupefaction.

Her mouth hung open for a long time.

Tears seemed to gather at the corners of her eyes as she finally turned to meet my gaze.

Without hesitation, she rushed into my arms and buried herself into my warm embrace.

She sniffled against my chest, particularly impressed by the dazzling sight.

When had her dad prepared all this for her?

How had he prepared all this for her?

She was also curious about who Astra was, however the majority of what occupied her mind was the fact that she could experience this with her dad.

The hug lasted for a few seconds before she slowly separated from the hug.

She glanced deep into my eyes, then leaned in and pressed her lips against mine while shutting her shaky eyes tight.

Her warm lips pressed against mine and I could feel the faint tremble in her movements.

Perhaps due to excitement, or anticipation?

I didn’t know which. But I was pleased that my daughter was impressed by the surprise I had planned for her.

I wondered what Avery and Sophie’s reactions would be to their own surprises when the time came as well.

I soon brushed the thought aside.

Now was all about Jane.

I had to place my complete attention on my beautiful daughter.

I wrapped my fingers around her slender waist and pulled her deeper into the kiss.

Jane moaned against my lips, and her hands brushed against my chest.

She felt her knees beginning to grow weak, and she was running out of breath as the kiss grew much messier and more intense.

She dragged her tongue through my mouth, sucking in my saliva.

At the same time, she slowly began pulling off my shirt without hesitation.

I soon parted from the kiss and held her as she panted in my arms.

"Easy, Jane..." I said with a smile.

"We have all day to ourselves, okay?"

"All day?" Jane stared at me with a startled expression.

She knew I had to return to Evelyn. We both had to.

However, staring at the reassurance in my gaze, Jane slowly broke out into a smile as she realised that we truly had the day to ourselves.

"Thank you, dad..." she said with a smile then continued, "today is the best day of my life."

After she was done speaking she glanced around.

Having regained her breathing, she stepped back briefly and caught herself.

"What do we do now?" Her eyes darted around slowly.

Enclosed within the beautiful lounge were just the two of them.

They had all day to themselves.

She had been wanting to spend such time with her dad.

However when it finally arrived, she found herself growing blank on what to do.

"Why don’t we have lunch first?" I offered.

I knew fully well that I couldn’t rush into sex with my daughter yet.

Although I could tell that she was already aroused.

Aside from the effect of being called, there was also the heavenly magic tongue.

It was funny watching Jane trying to act normal when her panties were soaking wet.

I enjoyed teasing my daughter to a great extent.

’It’s one of the most beautiful things in life.’ I muttered to myself.

"Oh okay..." Jane slowly replied then glanced in the direction of the dining.

"Huh?" She was startled to realise that a delicious meal had been served on the plate already.

Two settings waited on the long table as if they had always been there.

White porcelain plates sat on folded linen so fine it almost glowed under the chandelier.

At the centre of each plate rested a small tower of seared scallops, their edges caramelised to a perfect gold.

A ribbon of saffron cream curved around them, dotted with tiny pearls of caviar that caught the light.

Beside that a second course had already appeared on smaller plates.

Thin slices of wagyu, so tender they looked ready to melt, lay over a bed of truffle-scented mash.

A single roasted fig, split and glistening with honey, sat at the side like a jewel.

Crystal glasses held a pale gold wine that still released a faint chill into the air.

A third plate waited farther down, covered by a silver cloche that Astra had not yet lifted.

The smell that rose from the table mixed butter, sea, and something warm and sweet that made Jane’s stomach tighten.

She took one slow step closer, her eyes moving from the scallops to the wagyu and then to me.

The meal looked too beautiful to touch.

Yet the steam still rose from it, proving it had been finished only moments ago.

I walked over to the dining table, then gently pulled out a chair for my daughter and waited until she sat before taking the seat across from her.

The chandelier threw soft gold across the table and across Jane’s face.

I glanced to the side and took a glass of wine that was by the side before bringing it closer to my mouth.

The wine was cold and light on my tongue.

Jane watched me, then copied the motion, taking a careful sip of her own wine after a moment.

A faint colour rose in her cheeks the moment she swallowed the wine.

At the same time, after savoring the taste of the wine, we quickly shifted our attention to our meals.

The scallops came apart with almost no pressure from the fork.

Jane closed her eyes for a moment after the first bite, a small sound of surprise leaving her throat.

I let her enjoy it without speaking as a few minutes passed in that quiet rhythm.

Another sip of wine.

Another piece of the tender meat.

Jane’s shoulders had loosened.

The earlier nervousness she had felt was gradually beginning to loosen.

Suddenly I noticed Jane set her fork down, as she turned to look at me.

"Dad... can you feed me?"

The request came out softer than her usual voice.

Although I was surprised by the request, I didn’t find anything wrong in it, so without hesitation I agreed.

"Yeah. Sure."

I cut a thin slice of the wagyu, added a small touch of caviar to the tip of the fork, and held it out across the table.

Jane looked at the fork, then at me.

"Not like that, dad."

Hearing her words, I paused briefly. For a second I did not understand what she meant.

However, seeing her gaze still on my face I understood what she wanted.

I smiled, then drew the fork back, and placed the piece of meat into my mouth, and held it there without chewing.

Jane’s eyes darkened a little as she leaned forward across the table, her dress stretching over the surface as she brought her lips closer to mine.

When our lips finally made contact, she pressed hers against mine as she began savoring the taste of the wagyu with both of our lips still interlocked.

She pushed half of the chewed part into my mouth then swallowed the other half as our lips parted, a string of saliva still connecting both lips.

I swallowed the piece of wagyu coated in my daughter’s saliva.

Still leaning ever so close to me, Jane asked in a light, seductive tone.

"Have you ever tasted wagyu coated in pussy juices?"

I let a small breath out at her words, feeling a headache.

However, I still replied calmly.

"I’m curious how that tastes."

Jane’s cheeks were already pink from the wine.

The alcohol had loosened something in her.

I could tell that her sudden boldness mainly stemmed from the alcohol she had consumed.

However I didn’t mind as I was curious just how far her drowsy state was going to take her.

On the other hand, Jane climbed onto the table, careful of the plates.

Her knees pressed into the white linen as she reached under her dress and slid her panties down her legs, letting them drop somewhere behind her.

She glanced to the side and noticed a fresh piece of the remaining wagyu sat on the plate nearest her.

She picked it up with two fingers.

Then after a moment of hesitation, she lowered it towards her parted thighs.

Slowly, she dragged the meat lightly along her pussy, collecting the wetness that had already gathered there.

The piece gleamed from her love juices when she lifted it up again.

Jane gave me a seductive look as she placed it directly atop her pussy while her shy and seductive voice echoed in my ears.

"Eat, dad."

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