Yes (Fast corruption route)

Jade looked at her dad in surprise. He still had a smile on his lips. She hadn’t intended to kiss him like that, but the taboo of it burned in her chest, warming her and making her head feel fuzzy. Her pulse raced at his playful implication.

“Ten for a kiss,” he said.

“Ten?!” she shot back, shocked. “That’s it?”

“Honey, if I keep giving you five hundred for each kiss, I’d go broke.” He chuckled, half-joking, half-nervous.

She pouted, though her mind was already racing. If she’d pushed for five hundred, she could have milked him dry.

Now I’ll have to literally milk him dry, she thought with a secret thrill. It wasn’t like she needed the cash—her diner job and the tips she pulled in from flirty service covered plenty. But this was an opportunity not just to score extra money, but to break boundaries. Boundaries that had defined their relationship for past eighteen years. To corrupt him.

“A hundred,” she said flatly, holding his gaze.

“Jade…” His voice carried warning and weariness.

“It’s my birthday, daddy! Birthday special. Please! Pleaaaase—oh please, daddy!” she whined, dragging out his name with mock desperation.

He sighed in defeat. He could never quite say no to her baby girl. And truthfully, he didn’t know why he was even entertaining this. Kissing his daughter? Not the kind that a father gave to his daughter, but a man gave to another woman he lusted for... Did he lust for his daughter? Gosh, if anyone found out, it would ruin everything. His marriage, his job, his family, his friendships. He would become untouchable socially. But as those thought burned his mind, so did another. It felt really good kissing her. Her nubile body pressing against him, her tender lips and that delicate tongue flick at the end. He felt wanted, and it had been a really long time since he had felt this way.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Jade grinned, stepping closer. Her palms slid over his bare torso, feeling the warmth of his skin. John was pushing fifty-five, and it showed. His chest was broad but soft, padded from years of sitting at a desk and drinking too much beer. She wouldn’t call him fat, but he was certainly out of shape—no cut muscles, no gym body, just the comfortable weight of a man who’d stopped caring about that long ago. His hair had all gone grey, probably because of work and stress, or maybe even because of his age.

Johana, her mother, after all, was barely thirty-four, still fresh, curvy, and vibrant. Jade had never understood what tied her MILF of a mom to John. Maybe it was security, and the comfort. Afterall, Johana had her pretty early in her own life. And there were not many men willing to marry and settle down with another woman—a young one at that—who already had a kid.

But now, here she was, running her hands over the older man’s torso, and he was shivering under her touch.

“Thank you, daddy. And because it’s my birthday, I’ll give you something special too,” she whispered huskily.

She started slow—light pecks on his lips, teasing brushes of her mouth. Then her tongue slipped out to trace the seam of his lips. His resistance faltered. He kissed her back, awkward at first, then deeper, until she pushed him onto the edge of the bed and swung a leg over him, straddling his waist.

Her tongue darted into his mouth, daring him to match her. When he finally did, his hands came up, gripping her waist, pulling her closer. What started as playful turned into something hungry.

Without even realizing it, she began to grind against the hard length straining beneath his towel, her body moving on instinct while their mouths stayed locked together. Heat flared through her—not just from the kiss itself, but from what it meant. She was making out her dad, with her mom still in the kitchen not far away. She was cheating on Mason at the same time.

That was what made it so hot. The danger, and the betrayal.

John’s hands tightened on her waist, and then one slipped lower, sliding from the small of her back down to the curve of her ass. His palm cupped her through the thin fabric of her panties, giving a tentative squeeze.

The sudden boldness made her moan into his mouth. She ground against him harder, lips and tongue tangled with his, her body singing with the thrill of it.

But before it could tip any further, Johana’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Breakfast’s ready, you guys! What’s taking so long?”

The sound hit John like a bucket of cold water. His entire body tensed, and in a rush of panic and guilt he pushed Jade off his lap. He shot to his feet, adjusting the towel around his waist as though it could cover more than his shame.

Breathless, cheeks flushed, Jade steadied herself on the bed. For a moment she thought he might say something, but he only stood there, chest heaving, his eyes locked onto her disheveled form.

She didn’t mind. If anything, the risk of being caught only made her pulse race faster. She leaned in, brushed her hair out of her face, and gave John a sly wink. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Though she did see his lips tug upwards a bit.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Jade smoothed her tank top and strolled toward the kitchen, a smile tugging at her lips. Progress, unexpected as it was, had been made and she wasn’t about to ruin it now.