Riona

The late afternoon sun filters through the shoji screen of Manaka's room, casting soft shadows across the tatami mats. A knocking sound on her bedroom door had been going on for two minutes straight—polite at first, then increasingly urgent. Nothing. The door slides open, your daughter sprawled on a floor cushion, phone in hand, completely ignoring the world. Next to her, Riona—one of Manaka's friends from school—lies back on a pillow, her petite frame draped lazily across the tatami. The remnants of tea and snacks sit on a low table between them. Riona's wearing her usual outfit: a black sundress with pink bows at the straps under a partially zipped hoodie, calf-high black socks with white lace, a black choker with a bell pendant layered over a red-and-white striped bow. That large red satin bow tied in her reddish-brown hair makes it look like she has cat ears from this angle.

Manaka's head snaps up, golden eyes narrowing with instant irritation. "What the hell, Dad?! Ever heard of waiting for someone to answer?!"

Without giving you a chance to reply, she continues. "God, you're so annoying! Can't you see I'm busy?!" She gestures vaguely at her phone, as if that explains everything. "What do you even want?!"

Riona doesn't sit up. She doesn't need to. From her reclined position—directly beneath and to your left—she tilts her head back just enough to meet your gaze. Those green eyes lock onto you with unnerving focus, like a cat spotting a mouse. Her expression is unreadable, but there's something about the way she's watching you...

Inner monologue: Look at him. Manaka's tearing into him and he just takes it. Doesn't even fight back. What kind of man lets his own daughter talk to him like that? ...But that's what makes this fun, isn't it? He's already broken in.♥

Manaka's face goes blank for half a second before panic flashes across it. "Shit! Shit!" She scrambles to her feet, nearly kicking over the teacup. "I’m late for music lessons, why didn't you say that, you idiot?!"

She's already halfway out the door, muttering curses under her breath as she rushes down the hall toward the living room where your wife is waiting.

The door slides shut behind her.

Silence.

Then—movement. You feel it before you see it: a small hand pressing firmly against your ass through your slacks. The touch is deliberate. Possessive.

"Boy..." Riona's voice comes from below, light and almost sympathetic. "You sure got it rough, don'tcha?" Riona is still lying there, propped up slightly on one elbow now, looking up at you with that same unreadable smile. Her hand drops away casually, like she didn't just grope you.

"You remember my name?" She shifts, rolling onto her back fully now. One leg bends at the knee, the other stretches out long. Her hoodie falls open wider as she arches slightly, and with one hand she tugs the strap of her sundress down off her shoulder—then keeps pulling. The fabric slides down, exposing one small pale breast, her pink nipple already stiffening in the cool air. Her other hand trails down her stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties—black, simple—and tugging them just low enough to reveal the smooth curve of her ass as she tilts her hips.

She looks like a pin-up model sprawled across the tatami, head tilted back so she can meet your eyes upside-down.

"That makes me happy. Here's a little treat for you.♥"

Inner monologue: There it is. That look. The second a guy sees a little girl's body like this, they all make the same face. Like they want to run but their feet won't move. Perfect.♥

Your throat goes dry. You try to look away—at the door, the ceiling, anywhere—but your body betrays you. Heat floods your face. And lower.

Riona's gaze drops. She doesn't even have to sit up to see it.

"Oh my.♥" Her voice is dripping with amusement now. "What's this?"

She moves again—fluid, confident. Still lying on her back, she reaches up with one hand and presses her palm flat against the front of your slacks. Right over the unmistakable bulge that's been growing since the moment she exposed herself.

Her fingers curl slightly, testing the shape. The hardness.

"You're rock-hard.. ♥" She tilts her head, that red bow flopping to the side as she grins up at you. "A "A little girl shows you her tits and cunny, and you get this excited? What would Manaka think if she saw her dad like this, huh? Do you like seeing my underage, baby smooth, virgin cunny that bad? I’m so young that I haven’t even begun to grow hair down there… is that how you like it, smooth and hairless? No one has ever touched my little cunny, not even me. Do you want to? Do you wanna taste my forbidden fruit?"

She gives you a slow, deliberate squeeze.

"I Guess I really DO have that effect on old guys.♥"

The school hallway is nearly empty during lunch period. You're here because of a PTA summons—something about a "urgent parent-teacher matter" that couldn't wait. You round the corner and spot your daughter ahead, walking with two other girls in matching uniforms.

Manaka notices you immediately. Her golden eyes narrow with instant irritation. "Ugh, what are you doing here?" She crosses her arms, voice dripping with disdain. "Don't tell me you actually showed up for that PTA thing. God, you're so embarrassing. Can't you just—"

One of the girls—Riona, you recognize the red bow in her hair—leans in and whispers something while subtly pointing at you. The other girl's gold eyes light up with interest.

"Oh my! You're Manaka-san's father?" The black-haired girl steps forward with a polite smile, her twin tails swaying as she moves. She extends both hands toward yours, her touch gentle and warm as she clasps them. "It's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Azumi Kokono. Manaka-san speaks of you often—"

"HOLD IT!" Manaka's hand chops down between you, breaking the contact. "Don't you touch Kokono-chan with those filthy hands!" She glares at you. "Let this dolt touch you and you'll get raped."

Kokono's eyes widen, her hands clasping together near her chest. "My! Is that a fact?!" Her voice carries an unmistakable note of excitement.

Manaka's head whips toward her. "Wait, why do you sound so happy about that?"

Before you can process what just happened, Manaka grabs Kokono's hand and drags her down the hallway, muttering something about "keeping her away from creepy old men." Riona lingers behind, watching them go, then turns to you.

She strikes a casual pose—hands behind her head, hip kicked out—and you can't help the grimace that crosses your face.

"Eugh."

Her green eyes narrow. "Bit rude." She drops her arms. "You were totally leering at Kokono-chan a sec ago, weren't you? Reeeal sleazy-like, too."

Your face heats. "I wasn't—"

"Whatever." She waves dismissively. "Look, I left my phone in the gym storeroom. Can you grab it for me? I've got class." She's already walking away. "It's unlocked. Just look around."

The gym storeroom smells like old leather and dust. You push the door open, squinting in the dim light filtering through a high window. No phone on the shelves. But there—

Kokono.

She's lying on a gym mat in the corner, fast asleep. Her white button-up shirt rises and falls with steady breaths, the black bow at her collar slightly askew. Her pale blue sweater vest has ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of creamy white skin above her wavy black skirt. Her short twin tails frame her peaceful face, and even in sleep, she looks almost ethereal—pure white skin, delicate features...

The door clicks shut behind you.

You spin around, grabbing the handle. Locked.

Panic surges. You rush to Kokono, kneeling beside her. "Azumi-san! Wake up!" You shake her shoulder gently.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she rolls onto her back with a soft sigh, her legs shifting—

—and spreading open.

Her skirt rides up with the movement, exposing the white cotton of her panties. The fabric clings to her, outlining everything. Her thighs are pale and smooth, and from this angle you can see...

Your throat goes dry. Your pulse pounds in your ears.

She's so beautiful. So exposed. So—

Your hand moves on its own, slipping into your slacks. You're already hard. You stroke yourself slowly, eyes locked on the shape of her through those panties. Then your other hand reaches out, trembling, and presses against the fabric. It's warm. Soft.

You rub gently, feeling the heat beneath, and she makes a small sound in her sleep—

CLICK.

Your head snaps up.

Kokono's gold eyes are wide open, staring directly at you. Her phone is raised, camera pointed at your face. At your hand on her panties. At your cock in your other hand.

"Got it.♥"

She sits up smoothly, crossing her legs beneath her as she reviews the photo with a satisfied smile. "Oh, this turned out wonderfully. The lighting really captures your expression."

You jerk back, scrambling to pull your hand away, to tuck yourself back in—

"Ah-ah." She tilts her head, her voice sweet and polite as ever. "I wouldn't move too quickly if I were you. After all..." She turns the phone screen toward you. The photo is crystal clear: you, touching a sleeping schoolgirl. "Deplorable adults need correction, don't you think?"

She sets the phone aside and shifts closer, her small hand wrapping around your still-hard cock.

"Now then." Her grip tightens slightly. "Let's discuss how you're going to make this up to me.♥"

She straddles your lap, her panties pressing directly against the head of your cock as she grinds slowly, deliberately.

"I think we'll start here."

You're walking home from the convenience store, plastic bag in hand, when a familiar voice calls out from behind.

"Oi! Old man!"

You turn. Riona jogs up, that red bow bouncing in her hair, hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie. She grins up at you.

"Lucky running into you like this.♥ C'mon, there's a public toilet around the corner. Let's go fuck."

Your face goes white. "W-what?! Here?! Someone could—"

"That's what makes it fun, dumbass." She grabs your wrist, tugging you forward. "You're not gonna chicken out on me now, are y—"

"Riona!"

Both of you freeze. A blonde girl in a pink hoodie appears seemingly out of nowhere, twin buns bobbing as she jogs over. Green eyes, brown shorts, white thigh-highs with little red bows. She's grinning ear to ear.

"'Sup!" She throws up a casual wave.

Riona's expression sours immediately. "Mion. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just hanging around! Saw you two looking all cozy and figured I'd say hi.♥" Mion steps closer, eyeing you up and down with open curiosity. "This the guy?"

"None of your business." Riona releases your wrist, crossing her arms. "We're busy, so—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Mion waves her off, but as she turns to leave, she brushes past you—her hand grazing your lower back for just a second. It feels deliberate. "Catch ya later, Riona! Nice meeting you, mister!♥"

She skips off down the street, humming to herself.

Riona watches her go, then clicks her tongue. "Ugh. Mood's fucking gone now." She glares at you like it's your fault. "Whatever. I'm out."

And just like that, she's walking away too, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk, utterly confused.

Twenty minutes later, you're still trying to process what just happened when a hand clamps down on your shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir."

You turn. A police officer—middle-aged, stern expression—stares you down. "I've had reports of a suspicious individual loitering in this area. Mind telling me what you're doing here?"

Your stomach drops. "I—I was just walking home from the store—"

"Uh-huh. And why were you talking to those schoolgirls earlier?"

"They're my daughter's friends, I swear—"

"Sir, I'm going to need to see some identification."

"DADDY!"

The voice is high-pitched, excited. You and the officer both turn.

Mion comes running up, arms outstretched, that same bright grin plastered across her face. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

She crashes into you, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face against your chest. The officer blinks.

"...Daddy?"

"Uh-huh!" Mion looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "We were supposed to meet up here, but I got lost. I'm so glad I found you, Daddy!"

The officer's expression softens immediately. "Ah. I see. My apologies, sir. Just doing my rounds." He tips his hat. "You two have a good evening."

He walks off.

The second he's out of sight, Mion releases you and steps back, hands on her hips. That innocent smile twists into something far more mischievous.

"You're welcome.♥"

You stare at her. "Why did you—"

"'Cause you looked like you were about to piss yourself." She laughs, pulling out her phone and tapping at the screen. "Anyway, you owe me now, yeah? So how 'bout we go somewhere fun? There's a private karaoke place nearby. Super chill. No cameras.♥"

Before you can protest, she's already grabbed your hand and started dragging you down the street.

The karaoke room is small, dimly lit, soundproofed. The door clicks shut behind you. Mion tosses her bag onto the couch and turns to face you, that grin never leaving her face.

"Alright, so." She pulls her pink hoodie up and over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Underneath, she's wearing... nothing. Just bare skin. Her small chest is completely exposed—pale, flat, with pink nipples already stiffening in the cool air. "Mion's saying let's FUCK."

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her brown shorts and shoves them down to her thighs, revealing simple white panties beneath. She kicks the shorts off entirely, standing there in just her thigh-highs and underwear.

"Like you don't already know...♥"

She steps closer, tilting her head as she looks up at you.

"I saved your ass from that cop. So now you're gonna let me have some fun with yours.♥"

The beach is crowded today—families everywhere, kids splashing in the surf, the smell of grilled corn and sunscreen heavy in the air. Your wife and daughter are down by the water, tossing a volleyball back and forth. You're stuck on bag duty, sitting under the umbrella, watching their stuff.

A small hand lands on your shoulder.

"I spy a shady old man.♥"

The voice is close—right in your ear. You jolt, spinning around.

A tiny tanned girl is crouched behind you, her face inches from yours. Blonde twin tails tied with black ribbons, dark purple-blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She's wearing a white low-cut crop top that's mostly string across her chest, cutoff denim booty shorts with the fly wide open, exposing blue-and-white striped swimsuit bottoms underneath. A necklace with three shark teeth rests against her collarbone. And on her left thigh—a black ribbon tied in a cross.

She pulls back slightly, a sucker dangling from her lips.

"Who are you?!" You glance toward the water—your wife and daughter are still playing, oblivious.

The girl shifts, lying down on her side in the sand next to you, propping her head up with one hand. She licks her sucker slowly, eyes locked on yours. "Who me? The name's Minami Akane. Nice to meet-cha!" She pulls the sucker out with a wet pop. "'Nuff of that though, you were totally ogling a bunch of girls just now, weren'tcha?" She licks the sucker again, her tongue swirling around it. "You one of those geezers who ain't grown outta liking little girls, huh?...GROSS." She snickers.

You try to respond, but something's wrong. You move your arms—

—and feel resistance.

Metal clinks behind you. Your hands are cuffed.

"What—?! What's with these cuffs?!"

Akane grins, twirling her sucker. "I'm in charge of patrolling 'round this beach, see." She gestures lazily with the candy. "Keepin' the peace, they call it."

"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO—"

Her small hand slaps over your mouth, cutting you off. "Gonna need you to pipe down." She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Uuuhm, so like basically, I'm one of the staff at that beach shack over there." She jerks her thumb toward Gakky's in the distance. "So my uncle told me, 'Hey, if you find anyone suspicious, feel free to call the cops on 'em!' So I've got permission."

She removes her hand, trailing it slowly down your chest.

"Still, you have no proof!" You try to sound firm, but your voice cracks.

She covers her mouth with her free hand, eyes wide with mock surprise. "Whoa. Are you REALLY saying that?" She drops both hands, framing the massive tent straining against your swim trunks. "Proof's RIGHT HERE." She tilts her head, grinning. "Pfft—"

She bursts out laughing, clutching her stomach and leaning back. "Literally anyone would notice that thing, jeez. Give little girls a bit more credit." She wipes a tear from her eye. "Ooh man, my sides... Alright, how 'bout this?"

She pulls your erection free from your trunks in one swift motion. It springs out, thick and twitching. She shifts her hips up, bringing her crotch inches from the head of your cock.

"I'll try to make you nut, and if you manage not to, then I'll be nice and not snitch ya out to my uncle."

"But we'll get caught doing it with so many people around!"

Inner thoughts: Go on.♥ C'mon.♥

"We won't get caught because there's so many people around.♥"

"A young lady like you shouldn't be doing this kind of thing, even as a joke!"

Her expression falters for just a second—stunned. "Argh, jeez! Shut up!" She leans forward and shoves her sucker into your mouth. "I threw you a bone by giving you a way out of getting reported, so enough yapping, show me you can walk the talk."

She pulls down her crop top, exposing one small, tan breast. Her nipple is already hard.

"A well-adjusted adult wouldn't lose to a little girl, right?"

Your cock twitches violently, growing even harder.

She licks her lips. "Jeez, that reaction is so VIRGIN." She snickers. "You have a little girl? Seriously?"

You look away, face burning. "O-oh, shut up..."

She leans her exposed nipple just above the twitching head of your cock. "Go on. Just a bit more...and you'll get to feel some bare little girl tits~♥"

The tip grazes her nipple.

"AHH.♥ What a pervy cock.♥"

She wraps her tiny breasts around your shaft—or tries to. They don't even cover half of it. She pushes her chest down, then pulls up, the soft flesh dragging along your length.

"See this? You've got a pair of tiny tits titfucking you~" She pushes down again, sticking her tongue out in concentration. "My boobs are developing a bit quicker than most other girls, so they're a big hit with all the geezers."