AN: I wonder how many of you will hate me for this chapter~? Also, what do you think of my "angel"? Is he holy enough or is he TOO hole-y~?
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"Oh, you made something for me?"
He could read her like an open book. Tanya did not believe in unconditional love. To her it was a transaction that had to be constantly proven. Her fear would not allow her to trust in his devotion to her for long without guaranteeing it through her own labour.
"Yes, Papa. I made you this picture?"
She sounded so unsure of herself, shyly presenting me with a decently drawn rendition of my appearance. My stark grey eyes and pronounced chin had been faithfully captured and I could only admire how many tries it must have taken her to draw this from memory. Artistic expression did not come naturally to her, so it was doubly impressive. The subject of her work however drew a huff of laughter out of me. By inferring from her own self-centered character, she picked me to be a narcissist as well and tried to flatter me with a stoic portrait. After all, who didn't like to see themselves in the eyes of others?
"That is very pretty, darling. You must have worked on that for a while," I said warmly as I ruffled her hair. "I'll be sure to hang it up in my office."
And now Tanya was cringing, imagining guests viewing what she viewed as subpar childishness next to my doctorate degree. I was exposing her limitations to the world. She had nothing useful to contribute to my various enterprises and therefore she tried emulating what a real child would do to please their parents. Equipped only with books, dolls and pencils in her room, there was nothing else could make.
"Thank you."
Chuckling at her concealed grumpiness I rummaged through my vest pockets.
"Here, have a lollipop. You've earned a treat for that little masterpiece."
Reverently she received the yellow and white lollipop and under my expectant smile began to nibble at it. Tanya's pouty red lips accepted my gift and her face lit up in joy. I headpatted her again.
It was important for her to associate oral pleasure with rewards and attention. Starved for sweets as she had been by the destitute orphanage and my specifically designed meal plan, my girl would come to treasure any treat I would deign to grant her.
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We had 'attempted' to train Tanya off from wetting her bed when not near me to unsurprisingly lacklustre success. In the morning her face was red and her tiny fists balled as she stomped her way down to the wash cellar with her dirtied nightclothes in hand. I looked forward to spending many more nights with her by my side.
Afterwards we went to the zoological garden together where I delighted in her masquerade of interest as I explained all the different animals to her. Then it was time for the main event of the day: the Krembacher outdoor pool. It was a warm day in early autumn, so we were by far not the only ones enjoying the nice lake water, which made Tanya's getup all the more enjoyable. Women's swimwear was long and flowing, covering nearly as much skin as regular dresses. Little girls on the other hand wore much the same as boys; without developed secondary sexual characteristics there was nothing to hide.
Hence why my darling was walking utterly naked out of the changing room, safe for the frilly pair of floral-themed underpants. She struggled very hard not to instinctively cover her delectably flat chest, frantically scanning the crowd for gawkers. With me at her side she needn't have bothered, as any onlooker would inevitably be attracted by my chiselled six-pack. Had I been made to be a vain being, I would have basked in their attention, but besides my lord there was only one person whose opinion I cared about.
Minutes later I shamelessly felt up that very same person's budding tits when I held her under the surface to re-teach her how to swim.
"Come on, faster! Move those legs like you mean it!" I instructed my sweet and her water-kicking rhythmically rubbed her enhanced nipples against my supportive palms. Judging from her flush it wasn't only the exertion that made her pant...
After pretending to ignore that, we had a little water fight and I inflated the air mattress we had brought along. The design was trademarked, but mass production of those things would still be a few decades off before industrial galvanized rubber production made them affordable to the middle class. Though as a millionaire I did not have such a problem and so Tanya got to be the recipient of many children's envious whispering whilst she drifted on the water. The sun looked oh so marvellous on her damp skin...
As we entered the changing room to dry off, my daughter seemed to actually notice my appearance for the first time; no wonder as I had remained mostly inside the pool to propel her inflatable mattress in a circle. She also had never seen me naked before in general.
Just like with the children desiring her toy, now it was her turn to jealously regard my finely-honed muscles. Doubtlessly she still desired to possess the features of a masculine man, but that would change in time. Her beautiful body was a work of art crafted by my lord; a treasure beyond all treasures. Tanya would learn that she was perfect the way she was.
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I broke off a square of chocolate and held it out to her between my fingers. She attempted to take it from me, but I merely grinned and brought the piece closer to her mouth. Resigning herself to what she believed to be an innocent eccentricity, Tanya's ruby lips parted and allowed me entry. I relished the feeling of suction as the treat melted on her agile tongue.
Tanya swallowed and intently looked up to me.
"What brought this on, father?"
I smiled genially and made to tussle her hair only to 'remember' my spit-shined fingers and lick them clean myself. She blushed, but remained silent.
"Well, my dearest, you brought me onto a lucrative new business idea I would have never considered without you in my life! Children's toys!"
Talk of profits expectedly roused her interest and she was highly enthused by being given the task of having to draw up plans for distribution and marketing of a few of the creations I proposed. A talking nutcracker, a vibrating broom, moving marbles that could change their temperature from hot to cold and a flavourful wriggle-worm pacifier that could spit soap bubbles if breathed through.
All made possible by my invention of mana batteries. They were small, weak things unfit to power anything more than a light bulb, but they recharged themselves passively off the atmosphere's magical energy, making it the first true emission-free, renewable energy source. The military had been the biggest proponent of this technology so far; upgrading their flashlights, radios and field cooking kits nation-wide, which had also kept the entire production out of civilian hands so far. However, as I explained to my eager daughter, this would not always be the case. Military demand would wane and my sales embargos of potentially dangerous technology would expire, opening up a world of new income opportunities.
"It'll be years still before any of them even enter pre-production, but if you'd like I could have a few prototypes of each made by my R group and you can be the first to test them out! You would be responsible for accurately reviewing them, finding out where they might break or do unintended stuff and – most importantly of all – how fun they are! So what do you say?"
"Yes! I'd like that very much, sir!"
"Sir?" I asked, bemused. Were the maids influencing her?
"As I'll be serving as your entertainment product reviewer I am not only your daughter, but also your employee! A contractor must always treat their supervisor with respect!" she explained cheekily and I scooped her up with a laugh.
She yelped as she often did when I twirled her around before I planted a long, wet kiss on her cheek.
"A kiss and your honesty is respect enough for me, darling," and I tilted my clean-shaven face closer to her.
Hesitantly her gaze flickered between my eyes and my cheek until she leaned forward, her tiny lips puckered and pressed them to my skin. A shiver ran through my being and my pants tightened. When she leaned back a soft smacking sound was audible over the silence and her face twisted cutely in mortification.
I made sure to make her kiss me every night before bedtime from that day onward~.
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"A healthy mind lives in a healthy body, young lady!" I lectured, running in place while Tanya panted with exertion. Sweat ran down her button nose, over her slender neck and soaked the fabric of her thin, white shirt. Pebbled breasts pushed against the translucent fabric, daring me to pinch them.
"I- I'm sorry... My legs... oof... are too..."
"So you're at your limit?" I asked, my tone without judgement. She tensed and quickly shook her head, sending her fluffy mane flying like a dog's. Truly adorable!
"It's alright if you honestly think you can't go any further. We are out here to measure your limits so you can surpass them later. I don't want you to hurt yourself. That would be counterproductive!"
Ultimately she nodded, accepting defeat and I heaved her onto my broad shoulders. Tanya's slender legs in hand I did not turn back, instead I continued along the forest trail much to her confusion. My daughter's exercise shorts were tight and thus her nethers were rubbing against my neck as I jogged over the uneven ground. Her tiny hands grasped at my forehead as she groaned and I allowed myself to call upon one of my favourite optical formulae: thermal amplification.
The hidden computational orb in my wrist watch hummed and the temperature of my neck increased as I expended a steady trickle of my limited mana to get my darling all hot and bothered. With her calves securely in my grip she had no way to escape the torment as her little pussy rubbed against my scorching skin.
Simultaneously, the active flaring of my magical signature increased the workload of the magitech circuit behind her ear, flooding her system with traceless feel-good chemicals unlike ever before. Tanya's sweet gasps increased as I chose to leave the trodden path and hopped over a field of stones.
"Are you well, dearest? I'm not going too fast, am I?" I asked sweetly and shook my head in faux concern, the back of which stroked her snatch intensely.
"P- perhaps a bit t-too fast... ah!" she half-moaned.
Like the considerate father I was, I slowed my trot, which only made the delicious torture last longer. It wasn't long until I felt a wetness on my neck that did not stem from sweat. It seemed that after months of micro-dosing, the hormones had finally led to an awakening in her. An ordinary six-year old body would hardly be able to feel sexual excitement, especially if possessed by the spirit of one as ordinarily frigid as my Tanya, so I had merely helped puberty a bit along.
Unconcerned about the muffled noises she made, I held small-talk about the eternal beauty of nature and the transient glory of human existence. The creator's name not once left my tongue, regrettably, but I thought I had made my appreciation of his work clear enough.
When we arrived back at the automobile and I gently set her down, she appeared as tuckered out as if she had run the last few kilometers herself. Red-faced and bow-legged, my treasure silently climbed into her special children's seat and I couldn't resist needling her as I adjusted the belt.
"That was a lot of fun, wasn't it? Are you looking forward to next week?"
She blanched, pressing her palms harder into her lap.
"Next week?"
I could only grin with sheer joy.
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"Do I really have to?"
Tanya was not whining, but it was close.
"You have to socialize with others of your age group eventually," I repeated unnecessarily. "It wouldn't be right for me as your parent to keep you all to myself, sweetheart."
She nearly dodged my playful pinch of her highly squeezable cheek. Nearly.
"Well, they are a bit older than you, but you are very mature for your age. But I can call it off if you don't think you can handle making friends."
Her eyes narrowed at the challenge. She was clever enough to know I was baiting her. She was also prideful enough to take the bait.
"Alright, Papa," she declared with the determination and dread of a soldier storming a fortified machine gun nest.
"I'm sure it'll be fine! I know you think you have to be serious all the time, but I worry you'll miss your whole childhood, you know?" I crouched to look her in the eye. "At least try to have some fun, will you?"
Contrary to what she had been told, the girls Tanya was about to meet had been carefully selected and I had personally overseen their development. My influence was limited; never going beyond educational advice or occasional sponsorships, but judging from their test scores and the assessments of their personal tutors they could be cultivated into powerful assets.
Her talent as a military commander in her last life had by all accounts been middling. Tanya had 'cheated' her way to correct solutions with the gathered foreknowledge of her past life. No, where she excelled the most were in her discipline and her sheer ability to manage human resources. I would not deprive her of that, lest it stymie her growth. Else, like a glasshouse flower unused to wind, the real world would break her. And not in the way I wanted.
Yet, I also could not let her grasp for independence through this avenue. She could play at being a commander, but she would always only be playing. All her authority needed to lead back to me and all her power had to be directed by my will. Seen through the lens of social hierarchy, the acquaintances she would make today would shape her from below as I was doing from above.
I gave my daughter's outfit one last once-over. Her pleated skirt empathized her cute pantyhose in contrast to her uniform shirt which resembled those of the imperial army. The serious and the childish came together in perfect harmony on my sweet Tanya.
"Ready to make some friends?"
She nodded earnestly.
I opened the door and spread my arms wide.
"Then welcome, Tanya, to Nachtigall Institute of Extraordinary Learning."
Four other faces looked at us with awe.
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Viktoriya was very nervous. Today would be her first oral exam at this strange, amazing school and she feared that her Germanian would not be up to snuff. She still had a hard time with cases and verbs... It was kind of embarrassing, considering she had fled her motherland together with her family five years ago already. For fear of assassins or kidnappers she had not interacted with the public much and subsequently she had not acquired new language skills when her brain was still in its 'malleable phase' as Doctor Nachtigall called it.
But thanks to his tutors and his private lessons she had caught up quickly. Although… would it be enough to satisfy his expectations? He had already given so much to Viktoriya and her family that she was scared of disappointing her great benefactor.
Interrupting her spiralling thoughts, little Tanya kindly patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, Miss Serebryakov, Papa wants you to succeed as much as you do yourself."
The tiny blonde looked so mature, despite being the youngest of their group.
"She's right, you know?" added Katharina, who was admirably confident for a girl one year younger than Viktoriya herself. "Just give your best and he'll be kind. He spent too much on all of us for him to let us fail."
It was true. Everything in this private school was meticulously crafted to the specifications of the students. From the 'ergonomic' chairs that moulded to their backsides and made them sit correctly – legs slightly spread, chest out – to the chef-cooked meals that were allegedly measured precisely to their nutritional needs. To that end, they were only allowed to visit their families on holidays so as to not be 'distracted' by 'outside influences'. She had once joked to Annemarie that Doctor Nachtigall seemed to have already planned out their entire lives!
The only exception to this rule was of course Tanya who lived with her father and got to see the man all the time. And what a man he was... Viktoriya had to shamefully admit to herself that maybe she had a tiny bit of a crush on him. He was just so smart and strong and dreamy... It helped of course that he saved her parents from poverty and got her father's condition treated. Ivanov was still weak, but last she had seen him, he had been able to walk without assistance. All thanks to the Doctor's medicine...
"I guess so..." Viktoriya reluctantly agreed.
The great door to the test room swung open and Dorothea walked out with a happy smirk on her lips and a pep in her step.
"Vikki, you're next!" she chirped in that dreamy voice of hers and Tanya tried to cheer her up with a smile as well, as if to say: 'See, bestie? It's gonna be fiiiine.'
Viktoriya giggled. Tanya would never say that. In the short month she had known the almost overly serious little girl, Tanya had only broken character when getting doted upon by her beefcake of a father. He loved to stick little treats into her mouth or pat her head when he thought nobody was watching. It made something in Viktoriya's stomach clench when she thought about him doing that to her...
Hastily she shook off those stupid thoughts and moved to close the door behind her. It was a heavy, solid oak thing and she had to lean her back into it which in turn exposed her back to Doctor Nachtigall. Much to her distress a cool breeze chose that moment to blow in through the open window and lift her skirt. Viktoriya jumped and held the fluttering cloth down, praying to god that her teacher hadn't just gotten an eyeful of her cotton panties, but when a second later she met his eyes, they were sparkling with amusement.
She wanted to die. It wasn't her fault that her annoyingly big butt made the skirt of her uniform too short sometimes!
"Good morning, Miss Serebryakov. How are you feeling today?"
His deep, rich voice made her mouth go dry. So he was just going to ignore... Alright.
"Uhm, I am g-good. It's a pleasure to be here, sir," she stammered.
The lips of the doctor curled upwards, almost mischievously.
Thankfully he truly was kind to her. His questions about geography, history and political sciences played to her strengths instead of needling her weakpoints like biology, chemistry and the like. Whenever she made a grammatical error he would calmly give her tips to correct them without just giving her the answer and the whole affair went by overall much faster than expected.
Only, after he was finished with the questions, Doctor Nachtigall bade her over around his desk. Wide-eyes she stared as he patted his knee with an easy smile. Star-struck and a touch frightened, Viktoriya sat in his lap while he offered her a bonbon from his desk drawer.
Gingerly she began sucking at the treat, involuntarily letting out a hum of delight. So tasty! His strong hand lightly fell on her shoulder and filled her with warmth.
"You were very brave today, Miss Serebryakov. You have been working hard and your efforts are definitely showing. Each day, you get better and better. You are without a doubt one of the most dedicated women I have ever met."
He called her... a woman!? Ah, there it was again; that feeling in her stomach.
"Mm-hmm... My Mama calls me Visha," she shyly admitted, observing his reaction from the corner of her eyes as she suckled on his gift.
"I am honoured you would trust me so much, Visha," he solemnly uttered and pulled her closer into his broad chest. A heady cloud of his earthy scent enveloped her like a blanket and she curled up further into his embrace. Her thoughts fogged over, utterly consumed by the sound of his heartbeat and the sweetness on her tongue.
She hadn't felt this way since the night... The night when they...
"We are more than just teacher and student, aren't we?"
Huh? Wha-
"Can you keep a secret, Visha? For me?"
"Yesh," she affirmed frantically, not daring to spit out his bonbon in her haste.
"I am not only training you to prepare for the trials of the world that will later await you in life. No..." He shook his head sadly. "Big trouble is brewing, a great war is on the horizon. The nations of Europa and all their vassals and allies across the world will soon come to clash. Millions will die, cities will be turned to ash. The suffering will be immeasurable. The aristocratic pigs in the west and the communist dogs in the east will try to devour the globe."
Hate surged through Viktoriya and she sucked in a harsh breath. The communists... Those childhood nightmares... They were demons! And now they were coming here too? To her second home?
"Are you sure?" she pressed. Doctor Nachtigall was the smartest man on the entire continent of that she was certain, but she needed to know.
"Yes. The signs are all there. The other great powers fear the rise of the Empire and will stop at nothing to snuff out its light. Our light."
Viktoriya's grip on his suit jacket tightened.
"That is why I am raising the future generation of the best and brightest to prevent this tragedy from coming to pass. You all were supposed to be diplomats, warriors and leaders to shield the Germanian people from the terrors of the future."
The in-depth military lessons and their rigorous physical training made so much sense now! In hindsight it was so obvious!
"I know more than anybody how great the burden is that I am placing on your shoulders," he rumbled, gently stroking her lower back. "Perhaps it is too much... I am telling you this, because I care for you, Visha."
His deep, grey eyes seemed to be filled with all the sadness in the world and she understood. He was giving her an out, an escape. He didn't want her to suffer, but he saw no other way. She could run away again; take all his freely given money and buy a ticket over the Atlantic for her family and live a quiet life in America. She could abandon her second home to the communists again.
Bright, righteous Fire burned in her chest.
"It will be done. I will do whatever you say, sir."
His second hand came up to lovingly caress her cheek and only now did she notice that she was straddling him.
"Then from this day henceforth you are not only my student, but my apprentice and I am your master."
Viktoriya tested the word on her tongue. It felt important. It felt right.
"I am your apprentice, Master."
"Good," he purred and she basked in her new master's approval.
"I have only told you so far, so please continue to call me, 'sir' in public. This'll be our little secret, yeah?"
"Yes, Master."
"As my first order, I want you to get closer with my daughter. Tanya's intellect is great, but her social skills are… not the best. Do you know how to make coffee?"
Confused by the sudden non sequitur, Viktoriya hesitantly answered affirmatively.
"I learned from my grandmother..."
"Perfect. Go ask the chef today if you can experiment with the special coffee beans in the upper cupboard. Then try to make the best possible brew you can and bring it with you to your next group study session, understood? Tanya will love it."
Strange, but doable. Eagerly she nodded and he rewarded her with another beaming grin.
"I am so proud of you, my Visha." and he kissed her. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she melted into his domineering grip.
Smiling like a loon she left the testing room and absentmindedly called in Annemarie, the fragile albino girl as the next examinee. Her heated gaze fell upon Tanya and she immediately sat closer to the blonde, exchanging pointers on which subjects she had covered with her master.
In the back of her mind however, Viktoriya was already assembling her grandmother's recipe...