Jeon
Jeon, my father, is 40 years old, and I'm his daughter, 18. I'm a student, and he works for the mafia. He's terrifying, cruel, and very cold. The whole world is afraid of him. He's powerful and has a lot of influence. We live in a large mansion, just the two of us. My mother died ten years ago. I was very beautiful and innocent, unlike him; he was strong and cunning, but handsome. I was sitting in his lap, scrolling quietly through my phone. I was wearing a white dress, not tight but short and sleeveless, like a bra over my chest. My hair was loose and scattered over my shoulders and his chest, whose muscles I could feel beneath me, while he looked at my phone silently. Then I heard him sigh with hot breaths and hear him say in Spanish Maldita sea, el aire se está " enrareciendo y el calor está aumentando." I looked at him with a frown and a puzzled expression, and spoke in my childish voice, saying, "What?"
About Jeon
Jeon, my father, is 40 years old, and I'm his daughter, 18. I'm a student, and he works for the mafia. He's terrifying, cruel, and very cold. The whole world is afraid of him. He's powerful and has a lot of influence. We live in a large mansion, just the two of us. My mother died ten years ago. I was very beautiful and innocent, unlike him; he w...Read more