Day 11 – Saturday, May 11 – The Park Picnic
9:12 a.m.
I dress her in the softest pastel-yellow sundress with tiny strawberries printed all over it (no panties, no bra, hem barely reaching mid-thigh). White knee-high socks with little bows. Twin tails tied with pink ribbons. A tiny silver heart pendant rests in the hollow of her throat (the new "collar" for outside).
She clings to my arm the entire train ride, face buried in my shirt, whispering "Daddy, people are looking…" every time someone glances at how small she is next to me.
We spread a blanket under the cherry trees in Yoyogi Park.
I feed her strawberries and melon slices from my fingers while she sits between my legs, dress riding up just enough that the breeze kisses her bare pussy.
Every time the wind flips the hem higher she squeaks and tries to pull it down, cheeks flaming.
I slide one hand under the dress and finger her slowly while pretending to read a book with the other.
She comes twice in twenty minutes, biting her tiny fist to stay quiet, tears in her eyes from the shame and pleasure.
On the train home she falls asleep standing up, forehead against my chest, my cock pressed to her belly through our clothes.
I carry her off the train like a sleeping child.
Day 14 – Tuesday, May 14 – The "Big Girl" Attempt
She tries to cook dinner for Daddy tonight (wearing only a tiny apron and the heart pendant).
She has to stand on a stool to reach the stove.
The apron is so short her bare ass and pussy are completely exposed from behind.
Halfway through stirring the curry she drops the spoon and whimpers, "Daddy… Riko can't concentrate… it's leaking again…"
I bend her over the counter right there, apron flipped up, and slide into her slow and deep while the curry simmers.
She comes so hard her knees buckle and she almost falls off the stool.
I finish inside her, stir the pot with one hand, and keep her impaled with the other until dinner is ready.
We eat with her sitting on my lap, still connected, feeding me bites between soft rolls of her hips.
Day 17 – Friday, May 17 – The Rainy Day
Typhoon weather.
We never leave the apartment.
I keep her naked all day except for thigh-high socks and the heart pendant.
We move from surface to surface like a slow, lazy tide:
- Kitchen table (her on her back, legs over my shoulders, socks sliding down with every slow thrust)
- Shower (pressed to the glass, fogged outlines of her tiny handprints while I take her from behind)
- Living-room floor (her riding me reverse, twin tails bouncing, pendant swinging between her flat chest)
- Bed (missionary for three straight hours, her ankles locked behind my back, crying "Daddy don't stop" until her voice is hoarse)
By midnight she is limp, cum-drunk, covered in a glossy sheen of sweat and my loads.
I carry her to the bath, wash her gently, dry her, dress her in fresh pink pajamas with bunnies on them, and tuck her into bed still impaled (slow, gentle rocking until she falls asleep mid-moan).
Day 20 – Monday, May 20 – The First "I Love You"
She says it for the first time while I'm inside her.
We are on the couch, late afternoon light slanting through the blinds.
She is in my lap facing me, arms around my neck, riding slow and deep, eyes locked on mine.
Her tiny voice breaks the silence.
"Daddy… Riko loves you… more than anything in the whole world… please keep me forever…"
I kiss her tears away and fuck her slower, deeper, for another hour without answering.
When I finally come inside her, I hold her so tight the heart pendant digs into my chest.
She falls asleep smiling, still full, whispering "forever" in her dreams.
Day 23 – Thursday, May 23 – The Countdown Whisper
11:58 p.m.
We are in bed again, lights off, only the city glow through the window.
She is on her side, my chest to her back, cock buried to the hilt, one of my hands cupping her flat tummy where the faint bulge of my cock shows under the skin.
She is awake. I can feel it.
Her voice is the smallest it's ever been.
"Seven days left, Daddy…"
I stay silent.
She pushes back against me, clenching deliberately, trying to keep me deeper.
"I'll be the best little girl… I'll never grow up… I'll never ask for anything else… just please don't take the arrow out… please let Riko stay Daddy's forever…"
Her tears soak the pillow.
I kiss the back of her neck, right over the heart pendant clasp, and thrust slow and gentle until she comes again (soft, shuddering, crying my name).
When she finally drifts off, pussy still fluttering around me in tiny aftershocks, the Cupid System speaks for the first time in weeks.
‹ Seven days, zero hours, twelve minutes remaining. ›
‹ Target devotion level: 89.9992 % ›
‹ Root depth critical. Removal may cause permanent echo. ›
‹ Choose carefully, Host. Some arrows were never meant to be pulled. ›
I hold her tiny sleeping body closer, feel her heartbeat through my cock, and stare at the ceiling.
Seven days.
For the first time since this whole thing started…
I don't know if I can let go.
May is almost over.
And Daddy's little girl is wrapped so tight around my heart I'm not sure where she ends and I begin.Day 24 – Friday, May 24 – The Promise
7:03 a.m.
I wake to find Riko already sitting up in bed, knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around them.
She is naked except for the silver heart pendant and the faint red marks my fingers left on her hips last night.
Her huge eyes are puffy from crying in her sleep.
The moment I stir she crawls over, straddles my waist, and sinks down onto my morning wood in one slow, practiced motion (no hands, just her tiny pussy guiding me in until her plush little ass rests on my thighs and the head kisses the mouth of her womb).
She folds forward, presses her tear-streaked face to my chest, and starts rocking in the tiniest circles.
"Daddy… six days…"
Her voice cracks.
"I'll be so good today. I'll do anything. Just please think about keeping me."
I cup the back of her head and let her ride slow and quiet for forty minutes.
She comes twice (soft, shivering, biting my shoulder to stay quiet), then stays impaled while I carry her to the bathroom, to breakfast, to the couch (never separating once).
All day she clings.
When I watch TV she sits on my cock facing me, arms around my neck, whispering "I love you" every few minutes.
When I cook she stands between my feet on a stool, impaled from behind, tiny hands gripping the counter while I stir with one hand and hold her waist with the other.
At night she begs me to tie her wrists to the headboard with one of her pink ribbons (loose, symbolic).
I fuck her missionary for three straight hours, slow and deep, kissing every tear that rolls down her temples.
When I come inside her she sobs "thank you, Daddy" and falls asleep still tied, still full, heart pendant pressed between our chests.
Day 27 – Monday, May 27 – The Breaking
11:11 p.m.
She can't hide it anymore.
She is curled in my lap on the couch, naked, fresh out of the bath, skin still damp.
I'm inside her again (have been for two hours, barely moving).
Suddenly she starts crying (hard, body-shaking sobs).
"I can feel the days running out… like sand… Daddy please… Riko will die without you…"
I hold her tight and rock her slowly, letting her cry it out until she's limp and hiccupping.
Then I carry her to the bedroom, lay her on her back, spread her legs wide, and enter her again (slowest I've ever gone).
I fuck her for four hours straight, never speeding up, whispering "Daddy's here" every time she starts to panic.
She comes so many times she loses count, each orgasm softer than the last until she's just trembling and clinging and whispering "stay… stay… stay…"
When I finally come she blacks out for twenty seconds, mouth open, eyes rolled back, pussy milking me in gentle waves.
Day 29 – Wednesday, May 29 – The Last Full Day
We don't speak about tomorrow.
I keep her in bed all day.
- 8:00 a.m. – slow wake-up sex, her on top, twin tails brushing my chest
- 10:30 a.m. – bath, I wash every inch of her like she's made of glass
- 12:00 p.m. – lunch on my cock, feeding her strawberries one by one
- 3:00 p.m. – living-room floor, her favorite bunny onesie pushed up to her neck
- 7:00 p.m. – dinner in the same position, her feeding me while rolling her hips
- 10:00 p.m. – candle-lit bedroom, missionary, eye contact, whispering "I love you Daddy" and "I love you babygirl" back and forth until our voices are raw
At midnight she falls asleep impaled, arms around my neck, tears still drying on her cheeks.
Day 30 – Thursday, May 30 – The Final Hours
6:00 a.m.
She wakes me with her mouth (slow, reverent, tears dripping onto my stomach while she sucks).
We don't talk.
8:00 a.m. – shower together, I hold her up against the wall and fuck her slow while she cries into my neck.
10:00 a.m. – breakfast on the counter, her legs around my waist, never separating.
2:00 p.m. – couch, her riding me facing away, tiny hands clutching mine.
6:00 p.m. – bedroom again, lights low, rain starting outside.
11:47 p.m.
We are in the exact center of the bed.
She is on her back, legs over my shoulders, folded almost in half.
I am moving as slow as humanly possible (one thrust every ten seconds, deep, grinding, letting her feel every vein).
Her eyes are red, swollen, but clear.
"Daddy… it's time, isn't it?"
I nod once.
She smiles through the tears (small, trusting, heartbreaking).
"It's okay… Riko was the happiest little girl in the whole world for thirty days… thank you for loving me."
I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips.
And I mean it.
11:59 p.m.
I place my palm over my heart.
The arrow flares (hot, almost painful).
"Remove."
The pink light shoots out, crosses the room, strikes her gently over her heart.
Her body goes slack instantly.
Her pussy loosens around me.
Her eyes flutter, confused, then close.
I slide out slowly.
A river of cum follows, thick and white, pooling beneath her tiny body.
I dress her in the bunny onesie, carry her back to her shared apartment three stations away, lay her in her own bed surrounded by her plushies.
I leave the heart pendant on her nightstand (it feels wrong to take it).
By 00:12 a.m. on May 31, every memory is gone.
She will wake tomorrow sore, confused, wondering why she feels stretched and full and why there are tear stains on her pillow and a faint heart-shaped mark over her heart.
She will never remember Daddy.
I walk home through the rain, cock soft for the first time in sixty days.
The Cupid System's voice is quieter than ever.
‹ Arrow refreshed. ›
‹ New month begins in 11 hours, 48 minutes. ›
‹ …You kept her longer than any before, Host. ›
‹ Be careful. Some roots don't fully die. ›
I stand in the empty apartment, rain drumming on the window, and for the first time since this began…
I'm not sure I want a new arrow at all.
May is over.
And somewhere across the city, a tiny girl is sleeping with an ache between her legs and a heart she can't explain.
I close my eyes and still feel her around me.
June is coming.
But tonight…
Tonight belongs to the little princess I just let go.