Transmigrated As A Stepdad In A Fantasy Doujin World

Chapter 14: 14. Isolde’s Questioning

Kael rang the doorbell.

Soft footsteps approached from inside. The lock clicked. The door opened.

The fifth daughter stood in the doorway.

Her hair was still split cleanly down the middle, pure white on the left and pure black on the right, falling past her shoulders in soft waves.

She wore a thin white T-shirt that stopped just beneath her small but full breasts, leaving her flat stomach and the soft curve of her waist completely bare.

Below that she had only a tiny V-shaped pair of panties.

The thin fabric covered nothing but the soft mound of her pussy.

Her long milky-white thighs were fully exposed, smooth and pale under the hallway light.

She kept her head slightly lowered as always, timid eyes glancing up at him for only a second before dropping again.

"Welcome home, Father."

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Kael stepped inside and looked at her.

’This world is probably fucked up. My almost naked stepdaughter opening the door while I have to act normal.’

The thought came naturally.

A girl standing at the front door in a shirt that barely covered her chest and panties that left almost everything else bare, speaking as if nothing was strange about it.

He closed the door behind him.

"Eira. Where is your mother?"

Eira’s dual-colored hair shifted slightly as she kept her gaze on the floor.

"In the living room. She is waiting for you."

Kael raised one hand and gently patted the top of her head. Soft white and black strands moved under his palm.

"Have you eaten?"

Eira’s shoulders tensed.

Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. The words came out slow and uneven, as if each one had to be pulled free.

"I... yes. Mother... made food earlier. I... ate a little."

She still did not lift her eyes.

Kael gave her head one more light pat before lowering his hand.

"And your sister? Where is Seraphine?"

A small sad expression crossed Eira’s face. Her dual-colored hair shifted as she looked even lower.

"She is upstairs. In her room."

Kael studied the girl for a moment.

"Did Seraphine bully you today? Did she say mean things to you again?"

Eira did not nod. She did not shake her head either. She simply stayed in place, dual-colored hair hanging forward, silent.

Kael’s voice stayed calm but firm.

"Do not worry, Eira. From now on I will protect you. Tell me if Seraphine says anything to you again."

He stepped closer and pulled her into a light hug.

The thin T-shirt and the bare skin of her stomach and thighs pressed against him.

She was soft and warm and almost fragile in his arms. For a second she stiffened, then slowly relaxed.

At last she lifted her eyes and looked at him directly. The timid crimson-tinged gaze met his for longer than usual before dropping again.

Kael released her and gave the top of her head one final gentle pat.

"Go rest if you want. I will speak with your mother."

Eira gave a tiny nod and quietly slipped away down the side hallway.

Kael walked into the living room.

Isolde lay on the long couch completely naked.

Her long dark hair spilled over the cushions like liquid midnight.

Full heavy breasts rose and fell with each slow breath, the pink nipples large and already stiff. Her long legs were slightly parted.

The soft pink folds of her pussy were fully visible, glistening faintly under the warm light of the room.

She looked too beautiful, the kind of beauty that could stop a man’s thoughts for a second too long.

Earlier at the breakfast table she had worn normal clothes.

A simple morning robe that still covered most of her. Now there was nothing. Only bare skin and the quiet pulse of her succubus magic practicing in the air around her body.

Kael stopped a few steps away.

His eyes stayed on her longer than he intended.

’Isolde De Thorne.’

The name settled in his mind with the original memories.

His predecessor had met her a year ago.

She had looked at him with dark thoughts from the first moment, then used some kind of spell that bound his will.

From that day the original Kael had only listened to her.

Kael spoke inside his head.

’By the way, system. How did the original Kael die?’

A short pause.

’Wait. Do not tell me. Let me guess.’

He imitated the system’s cold tone in his own thoughts.

’You do not have the authorization for this information yet.’

The system answered at once in the exact same words.

[You do not have the authorization for this information yet.]

Kael’s eye twitched.

’Useless system.’

Isolde’s soft voice broke through his thoughts.

"Husband. Come here."

Her violet eyes curved in a gentle smile as she beckoned him closer with one slender finger.

Kael walked over.

Isolde’s lustful tone slid over him like warm silk.

"How was your day, husband?"

A shiver of excitement ran down his spine before he forced it under control.

He remembered what she was.

A full-blooded succubus who had already bound the original Kael. He could not afford to slip.

He gave her an obedient, charming smile.

"I worked as a porter today. A D-rank dungeon. The team paid twenty silver for the collapse compensation."

Isolde’s long nails rose and slowly traced the line of his jaw.

She pulled him closer until her bare pink nipples brushed against his shirt. Her violet eyes stayed locked on his.

"Are you sure that is all that happened?"

She leaned in and sniffed the air near his neck. A soft, knowing hum left her throat.

"I smell two distinct women on you."

Kael kept the same calm smile even as a thin edge of nervousness settled under his skin.

"I was with the Crimson Path group. There are two women on the team. It is probably their scent."

Isolde’s nails continued their slow path along his cheek.

Her naked body remained pressed close, the heat of her bare skin seeping through his clothes.

The pure white softness of her full breasts and the warm curve of her stomach pressed against him.

Even through the fabric of his shirt and trousers the sensation was clear.

Soft. Warm. Almost liquid in the way it yielded.

His cock began to grow almost against his will, thickening and rising until the hard bulge strained the front of his pants.

Isolde felt it immediately.

Her melodious laugh filled the quiet living room, low and rich with amusement.

"So you spent time with two women, and now your thing cannot wait anymore."

Her long nails trailed down from his jaw to his chest, then lower.

Soft white fingers pressed against the obvious bulge and rubbed slowly along the hard length trapped inside his trousers.

The pressure was light but deliberate.

Kael’s breath caught for half a second.

Isolde’s violet eyes darkened, the color shifting toward a soft pink with desire.

She unfastened his belt with practiced ease and pulled his trousers down just enough.

His thick nine-inch cock sprang free, heavy and fully erect, the swollen head already glistening.

Her pink-tinged eyes stayed fixed on it.

Slowly she wrapped her soft white fingers around the shaft and began to rub just the tip with her thumb, circling the sensitive underside in lazy strokes.

A low groan left Kael’s throat before he could stop it.

Isolde’s melodious laugh returned, quieter this time, as she continued the slow teasing motion over the head of his cock.

The living room stayed quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing and the quiet wet sound of her thumb moving over the sensitive tip.

Outside the room the house remained still.

Eira had gone to her room. Upstairs, Seraphine stayed in her closed room.

Kael kept the obedient expression on his face even while the heat of Isolde’s bare body and the slow stroke of her fingers made the pressure in his lower body rise higher.

Isolde looked up at him through her lashes, pink-tinged violet eyes half-lidded, and kept rubbing the tip of his cock with the same unhurried rhythm.

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