20 years old.
My daughter, now an adult, had started acting strangely.
The girl who had only ever had eyes for her dad suddenly brought a blond thug into our home.
"This is my boyfriend. Say hi."
I figured she'd come to her senses soon enough.
Because my daughter wasn't that kind of girl.
But this time, a wave of worry crashed over me that my certainty might be wrong.
It hadn't been long since she'd brought that blond thug home, calling him her boyfriend.
That day, something felt off.
So I canceled drinks with a friend I hadn't seen in ages and headed home early.
Yeah.
It was weird.
Ever since she'd brought that thug into the house.
"It's none of your business, Dad. Please just butt out."
I had to check.
She's not my blood, but she's my one and only daughter.
The child I wouldn't mind poking my eye out for.
The precious child I'd given everything to raise.
I couldn't hand her over to some worthless thug.
Never... absolutely never!!
Bang!
"Mina! Dad's home! Where are you?"
I flung open my front door like I was raiding the place.
Deep down, I was already convinced.
That this thug was about to pounce on my precious daughter.
"Dad's home?"
Her voice came from the master bedroom.
"My plans got canceled, so I came back early."
But that's weird.
Ever since high school, my daughter never went into the master bedroom.
No way...
Because of the king bed in there?
"Daughter! What are you doing in there? Come out right now!"
"Dad's so suspicious."
Her voice didn't sound right.
It had this nasal tone, like she was enjoying it.
But unlike her casual tone, she had no intention of coming out.
My suspicion was turning into certainty.
"You're in there with him, aren't you?! Aren't you?!"
Whoosh!
I burst through the bedroom door.
The room was bathed in red light.
A sweet, hazy fragrance hung in the air.
And... there was Mina, wearing my coat, smiling and greeting me.
"What's wrong, Dad? What about the hospital? Why are you home at this hour? Did something urgent come up?"
She wasn't asking.
She was mocking me.
Her face said she was having fun.
Her face said she knew exactly why I'd come.
"Where'd you hide him! That... that thug bastard! Where is he?!"
"I've been alone this whole time. Why are you like this, Dad? Are you obsessed or something?"
"Mina...!!"
I almost spat something awful at my daughter.
Yeah.
I just had to find him.
Myself!
I started ransacking the room.
The closet.
The bathroom.
Even under the bed.
What the...?
Why... isn't the thug here?
My gut couldn't be wrong.
Is he outside the window or something?
Slide!
No one was dangling from the 20th-floor window.
...
I was completely screwed.
My emotional hunch had led to a total misjudgment.
My face flushed beet red in an instant.
"Dad, what's wrong? Did you think something was going on with Taemin?"
"...N-no... nothing like..."
"Hee hee... Thanks, Dad. You still love me, huh."
Whoosh.
In the blink of an eye, she slipped off the coat right in front of me.
...My daughter... Mina... was wearing nothing underneath.
Breasts plump like ripe apples.
A slender waist.
I whipped my head away.
But it was too late—I'd already seen, and my face turned red as a tomato.
"W-what are you doing!!!! Daughter!!! Put some clothes on right now!!!!"
If she were a minor, I'd have rushed over and dressed her myself.
But my daughter was an adult now.
I couldn't do that.
"Why'd you turn away? Until last year, you were the one giving me baths."
"...You're an adult now!! Uh... hurry up! Get dressed!!"
"Don't wanna."
"What...?"
Flutter.
A single sheet of paper fluttered toward me.
It was... the paternity test results from 12 years ago that I'd ordered.
"Client A: Dad. Client B: Me. Turns out we're not blood-related."
"How... how did you get this?!"
Hug.
She wrapped herself around my back.
"Because I'm not Dad's blood."
"Mina!!"
"I can do it."
Grabbing my hand, she was dragging me into a sweet hell.