Nobody besides Hinata herself, could possibly understand the torment she had endured for over half a year.
In truth, after her first match with Hanabi—where she was defeated by her younger sister—Hinata had already fallen into a state of self-doubt.
She simply couldn't comprehend how she could be beaten by her younger sister, who was a year younger and hadn't trained nearly as much.
She tried to convince herself that it was just a fluke.
But as the matches continued, and she was defeated time and again, she finally realized that her younger sister was a prodigy, far surpassing her own talent.
Moreover, the gap between them only widened, leaving Hinata with a growing sense of despair and helplessness.
Though mature for her age, she was still just an eight-year-old girl, utterly unable to reconcile this disparity. Her feelings of jealousy toward her sister gradually twisted into resentment.
She knew she shouldn't feel this way. Hanabi loved her, and she loved Hanabi. Yet every time she was defeated, especially when Hanabi made it look so effortless, her jealousy would overwhelm her.
But now, she suddenly understood.
Perhaps she hadn't thought it through completely; she was simply looking for an excuse for her defeat.
The excuse was this, her younger sister, Hanabi, had been working much harder than her, especially during the past year. While Hinata had been wasting time on useless courses at the Ninja Academy, Hanabi had been diligently catching up.
So, as she watched her father prepare to leave, she made up her mind.
She didn't want to waste any more time at the Ninja Academy; she wanted to graduate.
But she knew that if she said this outright, her father would never agree. After all, he had even sent Hanabi to school, which showed how highly he valued education.
Feeling a little embarrassed, she resorted to a childish tactic she hadn't used on her father in ages, acting cute and helpless.
Her urgency stemmed from her father's frequent absences. If she missed this chance, she didn't know when another opportunity would arise.
This tactic had always worked flawlessly when she was younger.
But as she threw herself into her father's arms, ready to speak, she suddenly felt something thick and hard press against the most intimate part of her body, through her underwear.
The object was so large and rigid that it forced her legs apart. Hinata even felt as if she could sit her entire bottom on it.
In that moment, she didn't react. In a reckless impulse, she actually rubbed her buttocks against it.
She found the object strangely perplexing. It felt as hard as iron, yet its surface was soft and springy, like human flesh. When her underwear brushed against it, she could even feel it pulsating rhythmically.
But in the next instant, realization struck her.
All words vanished from her mind, leaving only one chilling thought,
This is my father's cock!
Overwhelmed by fear and shock, her body instinctively tried to flee from the terrifying thing.
Just then, her father suddenly grabbed her, as if possessed, pressing her tightly against him. One hand gripped her small buttocks as he forced her down onto that burning cock, which then began to brutally thrust and pump inside her.
Her face turned pale with terror. She knew exactly what her father was doing to her.
She wanted to scream, knowing this was something a father should never do to his daughter.
But remembering her mother and sister were just outside, she clapped a hand over her mouth, afraid they might hear.
Her mind was in chaos.
Just then, her father suddenly stopped moving after a few jerky thrusts. She heard his labored breathing and an apology.
"I'm sorry, Hinata. I... I..."
Hinata, who had been terrified, instantly felt a wave of relief at her father's apology.
She didn't understand why her father would suddenly act this way, making advances on his own daughter, but all she wanted now was to get off him and escape his terrifying erection.
But as she leaned back slightly, bracing herself against his chest to pull away, she suddenly saw her father's face.
She froze.
Hinata swore she had never seen her father like this before.
In her memory, her father had always been tall, majestic, and confident, like a divine being descended from the heavens, revered by all. But now, he was just an ordinary man, drenched in cold sweat, gasping for breath, his face contorted in struggle. His bloodshot eyes, filled with apology and a trace of pleading, stared back at her.
It was this trace of pleading that made a single word surface in Hinata's young mind, Weak!
Yes, her father, the clan leader of the Hyuga Clan, who was clearly so strong, now appeared utterly weak.
Hinata swore that even in front of her beloved mother and younger sister, he had never looked like this before. This was a side of her father she had never seen before.
At that moment, a scene from a novel she had once read—a book that a girl her age shouldn't have been reading—surfaced in her mind.
A thought, one that should never have entered the mind of an eight-year-old girl, appeared.
I'll capture my father with my woman's body.
A sudden sense of satisfaction surged through her heart, transforming her into a little devil.
Even Mom has probably never seen Father like this.
Even if I can never defeat Hanabi in my lifetime, this kind of father will belong only to me.
And since it's Father, doing something like that... it should be okay, right? Father will protect me. He wouldn't hurt me.
So, even though countless thoughts in her mind screamed that this was an absolute taboo line between father and daughter, she couldn't stop herself from lowering her head, her voice trembling as she whispered,
"Daddy, are you feeling very unwell?"
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Hiashi felt like he was going mad.
He didn't understand how this had happened. Wasn't he here to comfort his daughter? How had he suddenly lost control and begun groping her?
Since he was getting ready for bed, he was already wearing loose-fitting pajamas. When his erection grew stiff, his sleepwear couldn't contain his unusually thick and long penis, and it sprang out. Hinata's nightgown was already empty beneath, and its short length barely reached her knees. In an instant, Hiashi felt his penis thrust into his daughter's crotch, pressing against her thin underwear. The soft, delicate sensation traveled from his penis throughout his entire body.
But that alone wasn't enough to drive him insane.
Then Hinata gently twisted her hips, grinding against his erection just a couple of times.
That was the end of him.
In that moment, he distinctly felt the fullness of his daughter's labia through her underwear, caressing his penis.
He knew this was absolutely forbidden, but in that instant, he couldn't control himself.
Perhaps it was just primal lust taking over.
Fortunately, he quickly snapped back to reality, fully aware of what he had done.
Even now, though he was awake and had apologized to his daughter, he couldn't bear to let go of her delicate body cradled in his arms. His trembling body pressed his still-erect cock firmly against Hinata's most intimate place, his arms tightly wrapped around her small frame, as if trying to meld her into his very being.
He found himself in an impossible dilemma, his mind locked in a battle between angel and devil, with no clear winner in sight.
Just then, he saw his daughter lower her head, her body trembling, and whisper a phrase so unexpected he almost couldn't believe his ears-
"Father, are you in pain?"
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