Chapter 750: The Father She Always Wanted

Her whole life, Joy had despised her father. Hated him for what he had done to her mother.

Without him Maria would have lived a happy, peaceful life.

Her purity would not have been taken. She wouldn’t have been turned into a slave, tortured by her stepmother for years.

Just thinking about her father made Joy disdain her own blood. She had even searched for ways to remove the half-blood that came from him.

That was how much she hated him.

She had thought that once she killed him, all ties would be severed. She wouldn’t think about him anymore.

But shockingly, even after she had killed him, thoughts of her father kept coming back.

He had become a demon in her mind.

It got even worse when she saw other families.

In the capital, she watched nobles and ministers with their children.

Those officials might be corrupt, might deserve execution for what they did to the empire.

But when it came to their own children, they cherished them.

Coddled them. Treated them like gold.

They showed a side of themselves they never showed anyone else, a genuine love that came from the bottom of their hearts.

It made Joy realise that even the most evil person still loved their children.

That only made Joy hate her father more.

He had never shown an ounce of love. His entire life, he was a coward. Joy knew he regretted his decisions, he never wanted what had happened.

But despite so many opportunities to change things, to make them better, he never did.

Because he was afraid. Afraid of his own mistakes coming back to destroy him.

The thought of having such a disgusting father, someone who couldn’t even face his own decisions while other fathers sacrificed their lives for their children made Joy hate the concept of fatherhood.

But beyond that, even though she would never admit it...

...Joy herself had always wanted to feel that love.

It seemed impossible. Someone as cold as Joy, who could cause a massacre without flinching wanting love from a father?

It made no sense. It was completely at odds with her image.

But the truth was, Joy had been misunderstood her whole life.

When she was born, Joy was supposed to be a cheerful, optimistic girl.

She was the daughter of Maria after all, optimism and liveliness ran through her blood. She should have grown up full of positivity and kindness.

But circumstances changed her.

Seeing her mother abused every single day turned her into someone she wasn’t.

She became cold, hard, ruthless—not because she wanted to but because she had to.

To save her mother. To survive.

She had worn that persona ever since.

But deep down, Joy was still a small, tiny little girl who wanted to protect her mother. And like any other girl, she wanted someone to protect her too.

She wanted a father figure.

Even though she would never admit it, that was simply the truth.

Whenever she saw other fathers cherishing their daughters, giving them piggyback rides, holding their hands Joy would stare in a daze before looking away.

It was obvious after all these years, she still had those same thoughts.

She basically had a hate-love relationship with the concept of a father.

She hated her father and never wanted that man to exist in her life.

But at the same time, she wanted to experience a father’s love.

Because of this obsession, it lingered in her mind constantly. She never thought she would achieve that impossible dream of having a father who wasn’t her own father.

But right now, she felt it.

She felt it in the way Cassius was kissing her. The way he whispered those words under his breath—"my baby girl." "my daughter." "I love you so much."

Beyond the lewdness of the situation, beyond the taboo—she felt the love behind his actions.

It felt like she was genuinely being cherished by a father’s love.

Even though it was wrong. Even though it was taboo. It was still a father’s love.

And because she had already called him father, and he was treating her as such, it activated her true desires.

Normally, no matter what Cassius did, Joy would resist completely. She kept her feelings locked away. Even if she had such deep thoughts, she would never show them.

But right now, her succubus nature was emerging just like Maria’s. Her true thoughts and desires were coming out.

And her desire to have a father in her life was completely overwhelming her.

Cassius fueled that desire by whispering sweet things in her ear.

"My baby girl...My daughter...I love you so much."

And Joy broke.

Her desire to be loved by her father poured out. She kissed Cassius back passionately, treating him like her own father—even though a daughter should never kiss her father this way.

But she didn’t care.

Her mind was all over the place. All she could see was a father loving his daughter.

And she wanted to love him back.

—

Meanwhile, Maria watched her daughter’s transformation with growing satisfaction.

She didn’t fully understand the mechanics—the interplay of succubus energies, the lingering effects of Cassius’s seed, the psychology of the breaking of her daughter’s resistance.

But she didn’t need to understand.

All that mattered was the result.

Joy was finally accepting Cassius.

Was it unconventional? Absolutely.

A daughter and father figure doing such filthy things was beyond any moral boundary Maria had once held sacred.

But none of that mattered anymore. In her eyes, this was still love.

Pure. Heartfelt. Taboo, yes—but love nonetheless.

She slid over to Joy’s side, stroking her daughter’s hair with maternal tenderness.

"My darling Joy."

She cooed, her voice honey-sweet.

"Don’t you just love your Daddy so much? You’ve missed him, haven’t you?"

Joy’s eyes fluttered open—not sharp and guarded as they usually were, but soft, dreamy, vulnerable.

Her fight had melted away completely, leaving something more innocent in its place.

"Yes, Mommy..."

Her voice came out small like she reverted to the girls who craved her father in the past.

"I love Daddy so much. I’ve missed him every single day!"

Cassius’s eyes went wide in shock. He stared at Maria, then at Joy, a dozen questions forming on his lips.

But before he could voice any of them, Maria pressed a finger to his mouth and gave him a look that said, Trust me.

Her voice turned encouraging, warm as honey as she looked down and asked,

"Tell him, sweetie. Tell Daddy how much you love him. What do you want to do with him now that he’s here? All those things you’ve missed out on?"

Joy’s eyes lit up with something that looked almost like wonder.

Her succubus nature had awakened something deep inside her—not just lust, but a longing she’d buried for years.

A desire to be cared for. To be protected. To be someone’s little girl.

"I want Daddy to give me piggyback rides." She said, her voice dreamy. "And read me bedtime stories...And tuck me in at night."

She snuggled closer to Cassius, her cheek pressing against his chest.

"I want to hold his hand when we walk in the park. And have him braid my hair."

"A-And tell me I’m his favorite girl in the whole world!"

Maria felt tears prick at her eyes. She had spent so long trying to protect Joy from the world, to fill the void left by the father who had abandoned them.

But she had never been able to give Joy this—this image of a complete family, a father who loved her.

Now, watching her daughter curl into Cassius’s arms like a child seeking comfort, Maria felt something heal inside her.

She also knew she couldn’t let this chance slip away.

She had to seize the opportunity and go all the way.

So, she looked at her daughter with a beautiful, tender smile.

"Baby girl, don’t you want your father to cherish you with love? To make you feel loved all over your body—just like how he treats your mother?"

Joy’s eyes lit up immediately.

"I do! I do!" She said eagerly. "I want Daddy’s love all over me, Mother. That’s the thing I want most in the world!"

Maria’s eyes glowed brighter as she stroked her daughter’s cheek.

"You know, darling." She said teasingly. "Mothers and fathers do a lot of loving things together."

"But daughters shouldn’t do such naughty things with their daddies."

She said it in a taunting, challenging manner—baiting her daughter.

And Joy grabbed onto it immediately, pouting cutely.

"No, no! I also want to do the same things with Daddy! It’s not fair that Mommy gets to do all those things. I want to do them too!"

"Really, darling? Do you really want to do such dirty things with Daddy?"

"Yes, Mother, yes!" Joy nodded eagerly. "Please. I want to do it, no matter how dirty it is."

She turned to Cassius, who was completely baffled, and added shyly,

"...I want to do it all with Daddy."

Maria chuckled, an adorable smirk on her face.

"I see." She nodded slowly. "Joy, if you really want your father to love you just as much as he loves me, there’s one thing you must do right now."

Joy leaned forward eagerly.

"What? What should I do, Mother? What should I do to make Daddy love me? I’ll do anything! Please!"

Maria suddenly grabbed Cassius’s cock—still rock hard, still glistening and started stroking it.

"Well, if you really want to feel your father’s love all the way inside you—then you have to take this massive thing and push it inside you, Joy."

Joy’s eyes went wide.

"This is the ultimate form of love." Maria continued. "Taking his penis inside you, pushing it all the way in, letting him cover your womb with his seed."

"That’s how a father truly shows his daughter his love."

Cassius’s throat went dry at the absurd statement Maria had made.

Meanwhile, Joy looked at his cock in fear, hesitating. Even in her delusional state, she couldn’t help being scared.

"But Mommy." She said, looking back at her mother with a pale face. "isn’t Daddy’s penis so big? Won’t it hurt me? Won’t it be really painful?"

Maria kissed her daughter’s forehead.

"Of course not, Joy. Mommy’s taken it inside her too."

She spread her legs wide, pointing at her own hole.

"Look here, Joy. See this? This is the same hole you came out of."

Joy’s eyes shimmered in surprise.

"He’s put the same dick inside me. So if Mommy can handle it, I’m sure my daughter can too."

She leaned closer, looking deep into Joy’s eyes.

"Can you do it, darling? Can you take your father’s fat cock deep inside you?"

Joy’s face lit up with cheerfulness. She broke into a beautiful, innocent smile.

"I can do it, Mommy! I want to take Daddy’s dick deep inside me!"

Maria beamed and patted her head gently.

"Good girl."

Joy squirmed in delight under the praise. She then turned around, spread her legs, and looked at Cassius with eager anticipation.

"Go on, Daddy. What are you waiting for?"

Her eyes sparkled with pure innocence, making the moment feel even more surreal.

Maria nodded encouragingly. "Go on, Cassius. Take our daughter’s virginity right here."

But despite everything, Cassius hesitated.

He was positioned between Joy’s spread legs, but something felt wrong. Deeply wrong.

Like he was taking advantage of her vulnerable mental state, so he glanced at Maria and couldn’t help but say,

"I don’t know about this, Maria. It feels...wrong."

But Maria pinched his shoulder in slight annoyance.

"Oh, come on, Cassius. I know you. I know just how depraved you are and all the dirty things you’ve done. Don’t try to bring up morality now."

She stroked her daughter’s cheek lovingly.

"Not to mention, Joy over here is also wanting this. She’s expecting your dick to go inside her. Don’t you dare disappoint our daughter."

She smiled. "Treat this as your first gift to her. Push that massive cock inside her."

Joy nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Daddy! Give it to me! I want it!"

She spread her legs wider.

"Push it into my little wet pussy! I want Daddy inside me! Cover me in your love!"