[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 46 [English]

Special Chapter 3: When Bananas Are Ripe

The first time I saw that little girl, she was poorly dressed and had a dark face.It is rare to see such a young maid in the palace. She is small and soft, holding a jar and standing behind the courtyard arch, like a rag doll.

Then, I clearly saw that the person she was looking at with her big shining eyes was Luke.

Maybe my anger is because I just lost to Luke…

From an early age, it was clear to me that all the eyes that looked at me were filled with comparisons.My father is a genius who started to show his prominence at my age. He succeeded to the throne when he was 15 years old. In less than 10 years, Gomorrah, which was once weak and corrupt, soared to the sky.Uncle Wang Goya had already joined the Knights when he was as old as me, and is now a famous hero in the mainland.In the eyes of others, compared with them, I am just a pampered prince.I don’t want this, I don’t want to lose to them, no, I want to surpass them.However, I practiced desperately, but still lost to Luke again and again…

Maybe…my anger is also because I don’t want to lose anything to Luke…

I took out my anger and frustration on her.Made her cry and broke her jar.I don’t want this. She must have suffered a lot working as a maid for that bitch.But I can’t control my temper.I can’t always control my temper.It also makes me angry, damn vicious cycle.

I rushed down to the city all night to get her some laundry detergent.In the evening, she, with her short hands and feet, struggled to hold a large laundry basket and came to thank me.It seemed that she had not been severely punished, so I felt relieved.

When I saw her again, it was her princess coronation.Standing next to her father, she is wearing gorgeous palace clothes, with snow-white skin and pure golden hair. She is so beautiful that it makes people dizzy.I looked at her, and I was still angry.

It turns out she is the bitch’s daughter, the product of incest.That beauty that beguiles people’s minds is like evidence of her evil origins.She deceived me, deceived everyone, and now she has deceived my father and became the princess of our country!

The alarm in my heart sounded because of her.She is ominous and evil. She will drag me, and everyone, into sin… I can’t trust her, and I can’t get close to her!

I warned myself like this to ignore her existence.I thought I despised her, hated her, and had never been polite to her, but everything, all my persistence, was shattered on that day.

In the corner of the garden, in that remote storage room, I saw with my own eyes that Goya picked her up, stripped her naked, and played with her childish body… In Goya’s strong arms, her skin was so white and so delicate that it glowed pink when touched.She cried and begged Goya for sex, and struggled to push him away.I clearly heard that it was Goya who first attacked her and seduced her. But seeing her being played with, what I thought in my heart was that she is indeed a demon who can tempt people to commit crimes and steal people’s souls with their bodies…

I was so angry and shocked, but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her naked body and her crying face.My heart was beating so hard that it was about to jump out of my chest, and there was something strange about my body. Some evil joy that I was afraid of and expected was rising in the depths.

From that day on, I started to dream about her enchanting body. When I woke up, my clothes and sheets were all stained.I became more and more angry, but the more I tried to break away from her influence, the less I could escape. It was like there was a heavy clockwork in my body, slowly tightening, until it hurt.

Her snow-white and pink colors are engraved in my heart, driving unspeakable desires.Gradually I started masturbation and started to experience sensual pleasure.But every time the pleasure fades, what is left is a deep sense of guilt and shame.I hated myself for being easily addicted to temptation, and I hated the spell she cast on me, but the next night, I still couldn’t resist her charm in my mind… This was a revolving hell that kept me locked in, with no way to escape.

I want to go to the battlefield, I want to leave here, leave she.But I was the only one left, and was entrusted by my father to protect her and take care of her.How ironic is this for me who has been struggling?

I originally wanted to avoid her and only provide her with all the necessities of life. She was taken care of by Leti arranged by her father. I thought this was enough.But the facts proved how naive this idea was.Without the protection of her father, although she has kept a very low profile, criticism of her still began to spread in the palace.The servants began to neglect her, but Iglan openly bullied her and even beat her…

Seeing the palm prints on her face, I almost lost my mind. Fortunately, I didn’t have a sword, otherwise Igland would have been a mutilated corpse.

After this incident, I realized.How dangerous is she in the palace?She is obviously so young, cute, and amazingly beautiful, but everyone is making fun of her behind her back and despising her origin. Her biological mother also hates her and wants to kill her.In the cruel palace, she has no backing and cannot survive at all.

And I had to become her supporter.Whether it’s because of my father’s entrustment or because of myself…

I ordered Letty to report to me regularly about her.Letty said that she was frightened by Igland and refused to go out or eat. She only slept in a daze every day.But even if Leti didn’t tell me, I knew that she was more afraid of me.

I ordered Leti to take her out to relax every day, and I also had to drag her out.

I ordered the royal dinner to be resumed and cooked for everyone to see. Even if her father left, she would still be a member of the royal family.

I won’t let her call me your highness anymore. As long as she calls me brother instead, those lowly servants will know that she will be protected by me.

I no longer know what I am doing or what I am thinking.I hate her, but I can’t help but care about her.I was furious because I saw the fear of me in her eyes. Just because I saw her smile, I searched the whole city to find a kitten for her – with snow-white fur and blue eyes, just like her.I look forward to sitting at the dining table with her once a week…but I still hate her. I hate that she has such a great influence on me. I want her to go away and get far away from my heart, but I can’t leave her. No matter how hard I force myself, I can’t do it.

Only through training and overdrafting my energy can I barely escape from this pain.However, she came here with lunch every day on a whim. I only saw her once a week. I had endured enough torture, but now, I can see her every day…

I was at a loss and tried to hide my embarrassment by ignoring her.I prayed that her whims would subside soon and I could return to my normal life.But she actually had no intention of retreating.Until Anton could not bear the psychological pressure and confessed everything to me.

It’s for me… She has done so much, all for me…

I never knew what fear was, but now I was scared, so scared.So many emotions that they almost tear me apart.I am the prince of Gomorrah, the future king, but she is an incestuous bastard, and she is also my nominal sister!what do I do?What can I do with her?

The psychological torture made me lose my mind, and the self-blame and pain triggered uncontrollable anger.I hurriedly cursed her in the worst possible language.In fact, I have scolded her like this in my heart more than once, trying to belittle her to alert myself and restrain my heart.But everything failed, my heart could not be restrained, and even my mouth could not be restrained. These slanders and insulting words rushed out of my mouth.I once got angry because others were laughing at her behind her back, but I never expected that it would be me who hurt her in the end.

I don’t want to, I don’t want this.The anxiety and pain in my heart made me continue to abuse her.I treated her extremely viciously, humiliated her, and hurt her. She was obviously the cowardest, but she refused to give in this time.When I saw she actually ate the scraps of food, I was struck by lightning.

She knelt on the ground, crying hard, grabbing the leftovers and putting them into her mouth. Her tears and food stained her face and clothes, making her look extremely embarrassed.But at this moment, my heart sank.Completely surrendered.

I have been deceiving myself to ignore her beauty.She was abused by her biological mother and worked as a maid at a young age, but she always greeted people with a smile, worked hard, and survived.After becoming a princess, she was not arrogant, well-behaved and sensible, and would be satisfied easily… And she was so stubborn, she would rather kneel on the ground and eat these dirty food than give in to me… I already knew this, but until this moment, I stopped resisting, and all my defenses collapsed, allowing her to capture my heart without reservation.

I couldn’t resist anymore.What can be done?

So, that’s it.