Online article reprint: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 151-180)

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Chapter 151 Past Life
The fortune teller glanced at the food and wine on the ground, pursed his lips, swallowed, and then nodded slightly at me. He put down the bamboo stick he was holding and took the bottle of baijiu I handed him. After lightly clinking the bottles together, he began to drink it in large gulps, looking as if he hadn't eaten in a long time, wolfing it down...
"Thank you for inviting me to drink with you. We're just strangers, and I shouldn't accept such a favor. Please ask me anything." At first, we didn't say a word, just drank together. After drinking more than half of the baijiu in the bottle, slightly drunk, he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
"I don't have any questions. I just want someone to drink with me tonight, that's all." I turned my head to look at him, then looked away. I really didn't want to look at his face; the night was too terrifying.
"You seem troubled. I'm a fortune teller, and I can help you find the answers. Ask away, I won't charge you. Consider it repayment for the meal you provided. I don't tell fortunes for just anyone." He took a big gulp of wine, as if he hadn't drunk any in a long time. After saying this, the fortune teller glanced at the food and wine on the ground, pursed his lips, swallowed, and then nodded slightly at me. He put down the bamboo stick he was holding and took the bottle of white wine I offered. After lightly clinking bottles together, he started gulping down his drink, looking like he hadn't eaten in ages, wolfing it down like that…
“Thank you for inviting me for a drink. We're just strangers, I shouldn't accept such a favor. Ask me anything.” We didn't exchange a word at first, just drank. After downing most of the liquor, slightly tipsy, he broke the silence.
“I don't have any problems, I just wanted someone to drink with tonight, that's all.” I glanced at him, then looked away. I really didn't want to look at his face; the night was too terrifying.
“You have something on your mind? I'm a fortune teller, I can help you. Ask away, it's free, consider it repayment for the meal. I don't tell just anyone’s fortune.” He took a big gulp, seemingly having not drunk in a long time, but his face held a hint of arrogance, as if he was very confident in his fortune-telling skills.
"I've never believed in fortune telling. It's all about human effort." Fueled by the alcohol, I still voiced my opinion; I didn't believe in such feudal superstitions.
"Brother, some things don't cease to exist just because you don't believe in them. Whether I'm accurate or not, you might as well try it; you have nothing to lose." He turned to look at me, grinning, his breath reeking of alcohol and his yellow teeth clearly unbrushed in ages.
"Heh, if you're really that accurate, you should be making a lot of money. Since you're so accurate, why don't you find yourself a way to make money? How did you end up in such a sorry state?" Perhaps because I was in a terrible mood, or perhaps because I'd had too much to drink, I spoke without any restraint.
"Want to hear my story?" The fortune teller, instead of being angry at my words, picked up a pig's ear and ate it as he spoke. Perhaps he hadn't confided in anyone in a long time, and this chance encounter was precious to him; perhaps I was a good confidant for him.
"Well, I can tell you have a story to tell." The silence was too profound; let's just pretend he's telling a story. Judging from his eyes, this man must have had a complicated past, and I was filled with curiosity.
"My great-grandfather's generation started as fortune tellers, from the Qing Dynasty to my generation—over a hundred years. The methods of fortune telling have been passed down from generation to generation. In the past, people were superstitious, and money was easy to make. Even now, although living standards have improved, there are still many superstitious people. Our family is different from other fortune tellers; we've always kept an almanac, and we have our own methods for fortune telling. Most fortune tellers are charlatans; those who truly know how to divine are very few." He paused here, taking a swig of his drink. "I just don't know why, perhaps because we were punished by heaven for revealing secrets, ever since my great-grandfather started fortune-telling, our family has not only failed to become wealthy, but has become worse with each generation, and almost all of them have met with bad ends. My father also told me before he died that I should stop fortune-telling and find some normal work. So, he didn't pass on his fortune-telling methods to me before he died." "
Because my father didn't pass on his fortune-telling methods to me, I was lonely and helpless from a young age, so I had to find other work. Later, I became a shipwright, wandering the seas. Later, I accidentally found the family almanac among my father's belongings. In the monotonous years of sailing, I carefully studied that almanac. At first, it was just to pass the time, but over time, I really mastered it..." As he said this, he started to look up at the night sky, his eyes slowly revealing memories and confusion.
"After I learned fortune telling, I discovered a way to make money. I gradually built up my reputation and became a fortune teller. Back then, I only told fortunes for wealthy people, unlike now when I set up a street stall. Many wealthy people came to me for fortune telling back then, and each reading cost at least 2,000 yuan, sometimes more. I made a lot of money, got married, had children, and lived a good life. However, one time I couldn't resist the temptation of money, and with a侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality), I gave someone a fatal reading and revealed it to that person..." At this point, he seemed to be thinking of something painful, and his eyes were filled with anguish. "And then... I got my comeuppance. First, I was injured in an accident and became disabled, losing all my savings. My wife took the last bit of our assets and abandoned me. Then I developed vitiligo, and I've been down on my luck ever since... Retribution, oh retribution! I regret not listening to my father." After he finished speaking, I looked closely at his legs. They weren't crossed; each leg was only half-crossed, making it appear as if he were sitting cross-legged in the darkness. Under his buttocks was a rubber mat, and on either side of his body were two small wooden stools for gripping. It seemed he was using these stools to shuffle along.
Seeing his appearance and his past reminded me of a character from the novel *Storm Riders*, Mud Bodhisattva, who revealed the secret to Xiong Ba by saying, "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds," and ended up covered in poisonous sores. I never imagined there would be a real-life version. But I still didn't believe his story. I could only say he was incredibly foolish. Revealing a secret? Divine retribution? How could that be?
"Since you were so accurate with your predictions, why are you now struggling to even afford food? Even though you've encountered hardships, at least you should have enough to eat." Although I didn't believe him, I couldn't help but ask after hearing his tragic story.
"Right now, I have no other way to live. My wife and children left me, and I have no relatives left. If I stop fortune-telling to survive, what other way out do I have? Besides, now I only ask for a meal when I do fortune-telling, and I never charge money. It's a way to atone for my sins and pray for my wife and children. Although they've left me, I never hate them... I live one day at a time, living in the present, never thinking about what tomorrow will bring..."
Hearing his last words, I couldn't help but admire his open-mindedness. If I could be as optimistic as him, I wouldn't have been feeling so troubled for so many days.
"Brother, to repay your kindness in providing a meal, I'll sincerely perform a divination for you. Tell me your birth date and time, and your name." He put down his wine, then took out a yellowed, tattered notebook and a pencil he'd picked up somewhere. Having nothing better to do, I told him my birth date and time and my name. He was a stranger, so I wasn't worried about any trouble. Besides, what if he could help me resolve my inner conflict? Although I didn't have high hopes. After hearing my birth date and time and my name, he started drawing something in the notebook—it looked like some kind of ancient arithmetic, or maybe just scribbles, the format somewhat like modern equations. In short, I couldn't understand it…
"Brother, you've been troubled by love lately..." After drawing for a while, he looked at me with a somewhat ambiguous expression. I was stunned after he said that first sentence. Could he really predict things like that? Did that mean he knew everything about my family? At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat. Admitting it wasn't true, denying it wasn't true either; I didn't know how to answer. It must be a guess, just random speculation...
"Give me your hand..." He stretched out his hand, and I, as if controlled, put down my drink and handed it to him. He grabbed my hand, pinched his thumb and forefinger between my middle finger, and closed his eyes, doing something I couldn't understand. I could only wait, the seconds ticking by.
"Brother, just now I pinched your finger, closed my eyes, and sensed your current state of mind, and your future fate..." About five minutes later, just as I was about to lose patience, he released my fingers and opened his eyes. I held my breath, waiting for his words. Perhaps he could really help me resolve my inner conflict.
"I just witnessed a scene: on a deserted beach, there was a naked woman. Soon after, some people passed by, glanced at her, sighed, shook their heads, and walked away. A while later, a man came, looked at the naked woman, thought for a moment, took off his clothes, covered her with them, and then left. After a long time, a third man came, looked at the woman a few times, picked her up, went to a place, dug a hole, buried her, and erected a blank tombstone. The next day, he even brought paper money to worship her..." He said, looking at me with a clear, unwavering gaze. It seemed he had foreseen something, though not in great detail. I could only console myself with this thought.
"Brother, you've been troubled by love lately. This scene reflects your state of mind and your future destiny. Actually, this woman is your current wife's past life. The first men who felt sorry for her are now her colleagues and friends. The second man who covered her with a blanket is her ex-boyfriend or... current lover." And the third man is the one who buried her—that's you, brother... Perhaps things haven't been going well for you lately, and you might be caught in a whirlpool of emotions and stuck in a rut. But after tonight, believe me, everything will be peaceful and smooth, and everything will be resolved satisfactorily."
"There are some things I can't say too bluntly. Your wife might... but if you truly love her, don't dwell on her past. Treat her sincerely, and she will definitely come back to you. No one can take her away. The other man who was with her in the past, the one who covered her with clothes, is now your wife only repaying the debt from her past life. Once the debt is repaid, she will naturally leave him. The one your wife will repay for a lifetime is you, the one you buried with your own hands..."
Hearing her words, my mind raced, and I fell into deep thought. Two people who were complete strangers, like Xiaoying and me, went from acquaintance to understanding to love, and finally to marriage. Finding the person who buried you in your past life is so difficult. Xiaoying and I should cherish each other to make our arduous search in this life worthwhile.
Between Xiaoying and her father, her father is the man who covered her with clothes in her past life. Their happiness in this life is like dew on a flower petal. Xiaoying is like a flower petal, and her father is like a dewdrop on that petal. The flower is made delicate by the dewdrop, and the dewdrop is made sparkling by the flower. But when the sun rises, without being touched, the dewdrop will naturally evaporate and disappear. The beauty between Xiaoying and her father was fleeting. When Xiaoying has repaid her father's debt of gratitude from a past life, that is, when she leaves him—after all, I was the one who buried her in a past life—she will repay me with a lifetime in this life.
Understanding this, I felt much more relaxed and lighthearted. Everything is in the past; I no longer need to dwell on it and create unnecessary trouble. What's important is living in the present and the future. As the fortune teller said, after tonight, everything would pass, and everything would go smoothly again. For some reason, I felt immense admiration for him. It seemed there really was such a thing as divination. I believed his words wholeheartedly, for they were like pearls to me. When I relaxed, smiled again, and raised my head to thank him, I saw him using his hands to support himself, shuffling away into the distance, taking the food and wine with him. Seeing his slow pace, and how far he had gone, I wondered how long he had been gone. Lost in thought, I remained oblivious. Our meeting today was a chance encounter; this parting might be our last. I stood up and bowed to the fortune teller as he struggled to walk away.
The past is gone, irretrievable. What matters is the present and the future. Everything will pass, everything will be beautiful. After today, the road ahead will be smooth…
Chapter 152 Heart-to-Heart Talk
With a better mood, everything seemed much more pleasant. Walking down the street with my hands in my pockets, my mind clear, I soon found my way back to the company. Looking at the familiar street scenes and feeling the stillness of the night, a sense of calm settled over me. Yes, the fortune teller was right. My father would pass away one day, and Xiaoying would eventually belong to me alone. What was the point of arguing about gains and losses with an old man? Besides, after this incident, they would probably end their ambiguous relationship. After all, this whole family had suffered quite a bit.
Back in the office, I reached into my pocket, but instead of my phone, a piece of paper came out with it. This puzzled me. I remembered only having my phone in my pocket; how did a piece of paper suddenly appear? I picked it up. It was a yellowed, tattered piece of paper with four characters written in pencil: "Deeply Hidden, Unrevealed."
Wasn't this the fortune teller's paper? Perhaps he wrote these words while I was sitting next to him, deep in thought, and secretly slipped them into my pocket before leaving. What he said today was very philosophical and resonated with my current situation, though he spoke vaguely and ambiguously, perhaps afraid of revealing too much. He didn't tell me what the future held, or whether Xiaoying had repaid her father's kindness. Were they repaid now, or not? These are all unknowns. Oh well, since the knot in my heart has been untied, why dwell on it? Back in the office, feeling relaxed, I fell into a deep sleep. I'd been suffering from insomnia lately, and hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.
The next day, I started work with a cheerful mood. My only worry now was whether Xiaoying was pregnant, but I felt much better. After hearing the fortune teller's words, even if she was pregnant, so what? Everything went smoothly, so even if she was pregnant, it should be mine. I don't know why, but I believed the fortune teller's words so readily. It was almost time to leave work when I suddenly received a call from Xiaoying. She said she wouldn't be home for dinner and wanted to eat out with me. I knew Xiaoying had something to say to me. Although I didn't know what she wanted to say, I could guess some of it, and wasn't this exactly what I was hoping for? After last night, I should try to mend things with Xiaoying; things couldn't continue like this.
That evening, we met at a Western restaurant, and I booked a private room, waiting for Xiaoying. About half an hour later, Xiaoying arrived as promised. Since that time, Xiaoying's face had become increasingly haggard, as if she were aging prematurely.
We ordered two standard Western dishes and two glasses of red wine. The food was simple; after all, that's how Western food is.
"Honey, do you remember the first time we came to this Western restaurant?" The food arrived, but neither of us touched it. We just looked at each other quietly, our expressions conveying a thousand unspoken words. Xiaoying rested her chin on her hands, gazing at me tenderly.
"Of course I remember. That was the first time we actually went on a date, and it was here that I first confessed my feelings to you. You could say this is where our relationship began." I don't know what expression I have right now, because I can't see my own face. Maybe there are memories, maybe nostalgia, maybe...
"You were so silly that time, honey. I remember you were so nervous you could barely speak, stammering as you confessed your love to me. Even though the roses you gave me weren't the most expensive, and your words weren't the most beautiful, it was the happiest and most touching moment of my life." Xiaoying smiled, her face pale, but a hint of sadness lingered in her smile.
"Yes, that night we talked about everything, everything. We talked about so many things, and that was the happiest time of my life, especially when you accepted my advances." I circled the familiar private room. The decor and layout had changed, but that familiar feeling remained.
"It was from this room that our happiness truly began. This place is filled with our first memories. But… I just don't know if this room will… lead to our end…" Xiaoying said with a smile, her eyes filled with tears of sadness, which began to stream down her cheeks.
"Why do you say that? Do you want to leave me?" Hearing Xiaoying's words, I felt a pang of nervousness. It was a genuine feeling, my truest emotion, but I maintained a calm expression.
"No, I've never thought of leaving you. From the moment we entered the hall of marriage, I decided to spend my life with you. No matter what storms we face, I'm willing to stay with you until we grow old. It's just that I feel you're leaving me. I don't know what's wrong with you lately. I only feel the coldness in our relationship and your distance from me. I've been trying hard these past few days, but I'm so scared, scared that you're tired of me.
That you're going to leave me..." Xiaoying finally broke down, collapsing in front of me. She supported her forehead with one hand, letting her hair fall loose, and cried softly. It seemed that all the grievances I had caused her these past few days were about to be released.
I didn't answer Xiaoying immediately, but quietly watched her cry. I didn't know how to answer her. Leave her? To be honest, I had never truly considered giving up on our relationship.
"Xiaoying, you're overthinking it. Actually, you're not wrong. Everything is my fault. Sometimes I feel like I'm not a real man. I made a mistake, but I made others suffer. I have no responsibility, no courage. I vented my frustrations on others, and ended up hurting everyone..." I could only reply to her with these coded words. I really couldn't find the right words without revealing the truth.
"Husband, please, tell me, okay? What happened? Even if you want me to die, I won't complain, but at least let me die knowing why, okay? Please..." Xiaoying suddenly grabbed my hand, her tear-streaked face looking at me resolutely. It seemed her patience had reached its limit. She desperately wanted to know the answer: had I discovered her affair with her father-in-law, or was there another reason?
"Actually... Qi'an, I just feel so tired. For this family, for work. Work isn't going well, and there are always ups and downs at home. Since my mother passed away, and then my father's accident, there have been constant setbacks at work, and in life too... I always thought I was a strong man, but there are times when I can't bear it anymore. Recently, I've been particularly troubled. Perhaps our life is already very happy, and my current depressed mood doesn't quite match reality. I suspect I might have depression. I haven't been able to concentrate lately, and I'm just creating my own troubles..." After thinking for a long time, I poured out all my troubles, except for what I heard that night, and I also expressed my true feelings. In the end, I still didn't have the courage to say what had been holding me back the most. If only I had the courage to burn my bridges.
Xiaoying listened quietly the whole time, and I tried my best to find other reasons to hide this matter and distract her. Between impulse and reason, after what happened last night, I finally chose reason. What I was thinking about now was how to protect this family. These words were also my true feelings, but they weren't the main point; they were, in a way, a "white lie."
After hearing my words, Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief. What I feared most was that if I continued to torment her, she might do something foolish. If she did, I would be filled with unbearable regret. We talked for a long time, and then I remembered the bracelet—the one her father had given her. I realized Xiaoying hadn't worn it in a long time. And I had been trying to tell her the truth for a while, but I'd been held back by other things and had forgotten.
"Also, Xiaoying, actually… actually, that bracelet wasn't a gift from me. It was actually bought for you by your father. He said… he said it was to thank you for your contributions to the family and for taking care of him when he was sick. I really, really forgot your birthday. I've always wanted to tell you, but… maybe saying it out loud will make me feel better." The fact that I couldn't reveal the real reason made me feel very uncomfortable, as if I needed to exhale. Perhaps revealing everything else on my mind would make me feel more at ease and less suppressed.
After listening to my long-winded explanation, Xiaoying fell silent. She seemed to be recalling something, recalling the events of the past few days, and my behavior during this time. She seemed to be verifying the truthfulness of my words.
"Thank you, honey, for telling me so much. Let's talk about the bracelet first. You don't need to worry about it. Actually, I knew about it a long time ago because I found the shopping receipt. I was really angry at the time, but later I thought about it and how much you've done for this family. Haven't you noticed that I rarely wear that bracelet now? Although I really like that bracelet, it wasn't a gift from you, honey. I love the necklaces you gave me the most, not because they're expensive, nor because I particularly like their design, but simply because they were a gift from you." Xiaoying rested her head on her arm and looked at me quietly.
Then it dawned on me. Indeed, aside from being at home, Xiaoying almost never wore that bracelet when she went out, only the necklace. Perhaps she wore the bracelet at home for her father's sake, to show him her love and to offer him some comfort. Most of the time, the bracelet lay quietly in its box.
"Actually, you could always wear that bracelet. It's a gift from your elders, what's wrong with that?" I lowered my head and took a sip of red wine, simultaneously shifting my gaze to the wine, not letting Xiaoying see my eyes. I was afraid my eyes might reveal something.
"Let's not talk about the bracelet anymore, honey. Maybe I can take you to a therapist sometime, to give you some peace of mind. Or you could take a long vacation, and we can go on a trip to clear our heads. Last time we went to Guilin, we had to cut our trip short because of my father's accident. Thinking about our happy times together, I really miss them."
"Let's skip the therapist thing, it's not that serious yet. As for the trip, we'll talk about it later, at least after this busy period."
"Honey, from now on, let's be happy. If I do anything wrong, just tell me, and I'll definitely correct it. For you, for this family, I'm willing to do anything for you. I'm willing to share any burden with you, I just hope you'll never abandon me..."
"Regardless of what happened before, at least starting tonight, starting from this Western restaurant, starting from this private room, let's start over. Let's treat it as if we met for the first time and start over, okay? All the troubles and unhappiness are in the past." Xiaoying lifted her head from her arm. She looked at me intently, her eyes filled with a subtle pleading. If I hadn't known the whole story, I might not have noticed. She was comforting me, and also comforting herself.
Everything that has happened is already done, everything is set in stone. There's no going back, so what's the point of dwelling on it? If I want to continue living with Xiaoying and maintain the integrity of this family, then my focus should be on the present and the future. Although I still feel some unhappiness, I hope time can heal all wounds, and the fortune teller said that starting today, everything will be alright…
Chapter 153 False Alarm
In the following time, Xiaoying and I talked a lot. Most of the time, Xiaoying did the talking, and I listened. We talked about everything from our first meeting until now, the ups and downs, the happy times and the heartaches. We opened our hearts to each other completely, just like when we first met. Except for things related to my father and Xiaoying, we shared almost all our secrets. Having released everything that had been weighing on my heart, I felt a sense of relief. As we talked more deeply, my feelings for Xiaoying seemed to be gradually improving…
“Honey, I might… I might be pregnant…” Finally, Xiaoying blurted out the thing I most wanted to know. She lowered her head as she said this, not letting me see her expression. Although I had concealed the truth with a white lie, she still seemed very unsure when she spoke of it.
“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise.
“I mean, it’s possible. I haven’t checked yet…” Xiaoying took a deep breath. We’d been having sex frequently lately, though it was interspersed with my father’s time. This was the only reason she dared to tell me this.
"I know that IUDs have a history of failure and can be ineffective. You're pregnant, isn't that perfect? We were already discussing having a second child, weren't we? You were supposed to have your IUD removed at the end of the year, so this avoids that trouble," I said, feigning delight, though I wasn't sure if my expression was genuine. After the emotional release I'd just experienced, I felt much better. The reason I said this wasn't because I wanted this child whose father's identity was uncertain, but... but to test Xiaoying one last time, to gauge her final thoughts and attitude. Her decision would reveal whether she regretted it, and what the difference and proportion were between her feelings for me and her father...
"No," Xiaoying rejected me almost without hesitation. It seemed like she blurted it out without thinking. She probably thought the same way I did: if she got pregnant, the father's identity would be impossible to determine, and even if the child was the father's, Xiaoying wouldn't want to give birth. Xiaoying's answer, though brief, was very comforting.
"We're not prepared for a second child at all, and neither of us has taken care of our health. If we get pregnant, we don't know if our bodies will be healthy when the baby is conceived, so we can't keep this child..." Xiaoying blurted out two rejections, then composed herself and began to explain her reasons slowly and deliberately.
"Really not? If you get pregnant, you'll have an abortion? It's a life after all..." I tried to persuade Xiaoying, though I didn't mean it, to see if her attitude was firm.
"Then I'll do some good deeds to accumulate blessings and atone for our sins. We absolutely can't keep this child. At least we'll try for another child next year, okay? Honey... I'll definitely give you another healthy baby next year..." Xiaoying's attitude was very firm; she was determined not to keep this child, but she also agreed to have a second child next year. I pretended to be disappointed and responded, but as I lowered my head to drink my red wine, a hint of relief and joy flashed in my eyes. Pregnancy wasn't Xiaoying's wish; she insisted on aborting the child, which made her stance clear. I didn't want to delve too deeply into it. What's done is done; if she's pregnant, there's no changing it, and I can only force myself to accept reality.
"Eat something. We only drank red wine; we haven't eaten any steak..." Xiaoying cut me a few pieces of steak with her knife and fork. We'd been talking the whole time, and the atmosphere had been rather tense, so we hadn't eaten a single bite of steak.
"Okay, you should eat some too..." After the conversation, I felt much more relaxed and had a bit of an appetite.
"Tomorrow... honey, will you come with me to the hospital? Okay? If I'm really pregnant, we'll just abort the child. I hope you'll be there for me then..." Xiaoying chewed her steak softly. At that moment, she probably couldn't taste anything, because all her senses weren't on her tongue.
"Okay, I'll take tomorrow afternoon off to go to the hospital with you..." Since everything had to be salvaged, I also had to let go of the past, seize the present, prepare for the future, and try to return to where we were.
"Honey, if I have an abortion, I want to go to my mom's to recover. I don't want to stay at home."
"Why bother your mom? You can stay home, right? Your father is there to take care of you..." I was surprised that Xiaoying wanted to go to her mother's house to recover after her abortion.
"No, it's better to recover at my mom's. After all, my father is a man, and it's inconvenient for him to deal with gynecological issues after an abortion..." Xiaoying said softly, looking down at her steak. Actually, she and her father were already very close. She just wanted to keep her distance from him before I found out about their relationship. Indeed, if she didn't refuse, onlookers would think there was something more intimate between her and her father-in-law. It's not like a father-in-law would take care of his daughter-in-law, but it's not like a father-in-law taking care of a daughter-in-law with gynecological problems.
"Okay, let's
talk about it after the check-up tomorrow..." After dinner, Xiaoying and I didn't take a taxi home. Instead, like on our first date, we walked hand in hand down the street, looking at the familiar street scenes, enjoying the night, and talking about topics we both liked. We hadn't had a heart-to-heart talk like this in a long time. Tonight seemed to be the night we talked the most since we got married. Xiaoying and I were both enjoying this moment, as if we had forgotten all our troubles, our minds filled with memories and sweetness from our first date.
Sweet moments always pass by the fastest, and before we knew it, Xiaoying and I had walked home. My father was still awake, watching TV since it was early. Following the usual family conversation, I talked to my father. Because of my conversation with Xiaoying, I had let go of some of my worries, and our conversation felt more natural. At first, my father was a bit reserved, but he gradually opened up. Xiaoying went back to her bedroom and didn't come out again, perhaps unsure how to handle our conversation, so she chose to "avoid" it. I made a pot of tea, and my father and I drank and chatted. I told him that Xiaoying might be pregnant and that she would be going to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup and abortion. In most families, even if you have to abort a child, you should tell your parents, after all, it's a family bloodline. When my father heard the news of Xiaoying's pregnancy, he was very shocked, almost dropping his teacup. After the initial shock came a mix of emotions. Someone else might have been excited about the prospect of having a grandchild, but I read excitement and fear in my father's expression. He too was questioning whether the child was his.
When he heard that Xiaoying and I were planning to abort the child, a hint of relief flickered in his eyes, but also a pang of heartache. Perhaps it was heartache for Xiaoying's ordeal with the abortion, or perhaps it was heartache for the child that could very well be his and Xiaoying's creation—the fruit of their love. But he knew, rationally speaking, that the child couldn't stay. Although he harbored a selfish desire for a child with Xiaoying, it was just a thought. After all, it was a child, and no one could bear the responsibility after its birth. If anything happened later, the child would be the biggest victim. My father's expression was complex: heartache, excitement, but mostly regret and self-blame. He didn't oppose the abortion; he probably knew the child was likely his, and that it absolutely couldn't come into this world.
That night, Xiaoying and I slept in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of our reunion. But for my father, it was probably a sleepless night.
The next afternoon, I borrowed a car from a colleague. We had a lot to do that day, and a car would be more convenient. Afterwards, I picked up Xiaoying from her company. Then I drove home first. Since I might be going to my mother's house to recuperate, and Xiaoying needed some clothes, I went home to pack some clothes and toiletries to prepare. My father was at home, sitting blankly on the sofa watching Xiaoying pack. His attention wasn't on the TV; his eyes were mostly on Xiaoying's belly, where his child was likely growing—the fruit of his love for his beloved. Only he and Xiaoying knew how hard-won this child was. Perhaps it was his unborn child, about to be aborted before even being born. How could my father bear to do that?
As he left, the reluctance in his eyes was undisguised, like a final farewell to his unborn child—a farewell that felt like a tearful separation. Even if outsiders saw this, no one would think much of it; they would simply assume it was a grandfather reluctant to part with his unborn grandchild. My father didn't accompany us to the hospital. He made an excuse to cook for me at home, perhaps because he didn't want to face the possibility of separation.
Finally, we arrived at the hospital, registered, and began the examination. Lying on the ultrasound bed, Xiaoying nervously gripped my hand tightly, and I gently held her hand in encouragement. The doctor began the examination, and Xiaoying and I were extremely nervous. We wanted to know the results, yet we were also afraid of them. Finally, the examination was over. The female doctor looked at us, hesitant to speak, which terrified Xiaoying and me.
"You're not pregnant. It's a delayed period, a menstrual disorder," the doctor said, leaving Xiaoying and me stunned. Before, I thought Xiaoying was 99% pregnant. I had even packed Xiaoying's luggage in the car, preparing to go to my mother's house; I had even called my mother beforehand. But the results were completely unexpected.
"Are you really not pregnant? Are you sure?" Hearing the doctor's words, Xiaoying seemed no longer weak, and suddenly sat up on the ultrasound examination bed, startling the doctor.
"You're definitely not pregnant, I'm sure. Don't be disappointed, don't lose heart. If you want a child, don't rush it." The female doctor mistook us for a young couple eager to have a child, fearing we would be disappointed because we weren't pregnant. However, she hadn't considered that our thoughts were the opposite of hers.
"A woman's menstrual cycle is generally 21-35 days, with an average of 28 days. A few days earlier or later is still within the normal range, and cycle length varies from person to person. However, if menstruation hasn't occurred within those days, it's considered delayed menstruation. Various factors affecting the female central nervous system, the hypothalamus-pituitary-ovarian axis, and the uterus can all lead to delayed menstruation. This can occur in ovulatory menstrual cycles as well as anovulatory menstrual cycles." The female doctor began explaining the reasons at length, while Xiaoying and I listened attentively, though we were very excited.
"There are many reasons for delayed menstruation, such as chronic gynecological diseases, frequent use of birth control pills, endocrine disorders, excessive mental stress, etc. I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take home. In terms of daily life, you should maintain a regular routine, pay more attention to rest, avoid overwork, and especially during menstruation, keep warm and dry. Avoid excessive dieting, keep a cheerful mood, strengthen exercise, and improve physical fitness." After the female doctor finished speaking, she began to write the prescription for Xiaoying.
"Husband..." Xiaoying turned around, hugged me tightly, and cried tears of joy. My heart was the same; I was very excited. Fortunately, this result was what I wanted most. Fortunately, it was all a false alarm. If I weren't in the hospital now, I would definitely have cried my eyes out. That fortune teller was really accurate. Sure enough, this hurdle and trouble have passed, and everything is going smoothly.
"Okay, wife, you don't have to suffer from an abortion anymore, don't cry..." I hugged Xiaoying and gently patted her. She was excited because she hadn't gotten pregnant with her father's child, while I was excited only to prevent Xiaoying from suffering from an abortion, since I was playing the role of an unsuspecting person.
We got some medication, left the hospital, and looked at the azure sky. The time between entering and leaving the hospital was only half an hour, but Xiaoying and I experienced a huge shift in our emotions. Now…
Chapter 154 Decision
"Honey, let's not go home yet, let's go out for a walk and eat out, okay?" Xiaoying, sitting in the passenger seat, seemed very happy. Not being pregnant was a huge relief; she seemed to have returned to her usual lively self.
"Okay, where should we go…" I also felt relaxed, because deep down I really didn't want Xiaoying to be pregnant.
Xiaoying and I went to the park and the shopping street. Xiaoying seemed very excited; we hadn't gone shopping in a long time. We'd been too busy with work, and it was really difficult to get time off for this hospital checkup. Without all our worries, Xiaoying and I relaxed and enjoyed the moment. Before we knew it, it was evening.
"Honey, let's not go home for dinner. How about we eat out? Let's go to the food street..." Xiaoying said, still wanting more, as dinner time approached.
"Okay, but let's call Dad and tell him..." To be honest, I was in a good mood today and had a big appetite; it had been a long time since I'd had a proper meal.
I picked up the phone and told my father that Xiaoying and I wouldn't be home for dinner. It was only when I called him that I realized that since Xiaoying and I left the hospital, we'd been so excited that we'd forgotten to tell him the results. And for some reason, he hadn't called to ask; perhaps he didn't have the courage. When I told him on the phone that Xiaoying wasn't pregnant at all, and it was all a false alarm, my father was silent for a long time on the other end of the line. Finally, we said a few other things and hung up. Xiaoying
and I drove around in our car, loaded with luggage, until we finally arrived at the food street and ate our fill, trying a little of everything, including various snacks and dishes, trying to sample as many different things as possible. Happy times always fly by, and by the time we got home it was almost 11 p.m. Downstairs, Xiaoying and I had to carry all our luggage back upstairs. By the time we reached the top, we were drenched in sweat and panting.
My father's bedroom door was closed; he was probably asleep. We quietly took all our luggage out and put it back in its place. By the time we took off our clothes and lay down on the bed to rest, it was already past midnight. After a whole day of playing, plus the stress of the past few days, I was very tired. Too exhausted, I refused Xiaoying's advances that evening.
I slept soundly until dawn; I hadn't slept so well in a long time. Xiaoying got up early to prepare breakfast, and my father also got up. He seemed to be in better spirits, but there was a melancholy in his eyes, as if he had something on his mind. Logically, my father should be happy that I wasn't pregnant, since this involved the three of us. But something seemed off; perhaps something happened while he was waiting for the results alone at home yesterday afternoon.
When I got to work, I took advantage of a little free time in the afternoon to check the security camera footage to see what had happened at home yesterday, out of concern for my father.
I opened the video from yesterday afternoon, freezing the moment after Xiaoying and I left home with our luggage: In the video, after seeing Xiaoying and me off, my father sat blankly on the sofa, lost in thought, as if his soul had left his body. He only occasionally wiped the corner of his eye with his hand. His face displayed almost every negative emotion: pain, regret, remorse, self-blame. I fast-forwarded the video; my father sat on the sofa for nearly an hour before dragging his tired body to his bedroom. Once inside, he pulled a wooden box from the bed that hadn't been opened in a long time. It was from when we moved from the countryside; I had told him to throw it away then—it was big, heavy, and took up space—but he hadn't wanted to.
He opened the box and took out a framed photograph. In the video, it was a black and white photo of my father and mother, framed in an old frame. My father stared blankly at the photo in the frame, and tears streamed down his face. My father slowly placed the photo frame on the bedside table, then knelt down facing it. Yes, my father knelt, kneeling before his deceased wife. He closed his eyes and wept, as if in repentance. After a while, he began slapping himself repeatedly with both hands. The slaps were loud, showing how hard he was hitting himself. I didn't count how many times he hit himself, but watching him kneel and slap himself in the video, I felt a pang of unease and complex emotions. I
don't know how many times he slapped himself, but eventually his face was slightly red and swollen. My father was somewhat numb, as if he had lost his soul. He stood up like a walking corpse and walked towards the kitchen. At this moment, my father seemed to be manipulated. What was he going to the kitchen for? I saw him slowly walk to the kitchen, then pick up a kitchen knife from the knife rack… If I couldn't still see my father, I would have thought he was going to commit suicide. After picking up the knife, I saw him take off his pajama bottoms and hold his penis between his fingers. Was Father about to sever the root of all evil, preparing to castrate himself? After picking up the kitchen knife, Father hesitated, seemingly lost in thought. He put the knife down and took a hammer from a drawer under the kitchen cabinet…
Father must have been thinking that if he cut off his penis with the knife, he'd be in the hospital. How would he explain that to me? How would he explain his self-castration to his son? Moreover, cutting off the penis with a knife could be extremely dangerous if not treated promptly. After weighing the pros and cons, Father abandoned the knife and chose the hammer.
He placed his penis on a stool, then aimed the hammer at it. One blow, even if it didn't shatter the penis, would be enough to damage the corpora cavernosa, rendering him permanently unable to achieve an erection. Father gritted his teeth, making his decision. Sweat beaded on his forehead. At that moment, I was extremely nervous. No matter what, I didn't want Father to harm himself.
My father picked up and put down the hammer several times. Watching the video, I knew that if he struck again, it would all be over. He would stop thinking about that kind of thing, stop succumbing to Xiaoying's temptations, and stop being controlled by desire. But in the end, perhaps unable to overcome his inner fear and timidity, he gave up. He put the hammer back, then lay blankly on the bed, holding the photo, and didn't get up again…
He lay there until evening, lost in thought. Just then, I called him to tell him I wouldn't be home for dinner and to share Xiaoying's test results. When he heard that Xiaoying wasn't pregnant, he seemed taken aback. After hanging up the phone in a daze, he still held his phone, a hint of relief, a bitter smile, and a small disappointment on his face. In short, I didn't see much joy on his face. Hearing that
Xiaoying and I wouldn't be home for dinner, he didn't leave his bedroom to cook; he just lay back down on the bed. Occasionally, he would get up and hug his knees, sometimes sit by the window looking out, sometimes lie on his side staring at the roof with his eyes open. In short, my father's eyes were full of thoughts and worries. What he was thinking about, perhaps only he himself knew. Even when Xiaoying and I returned home late at night, my father hadn't slept. Hearing the door open, he only instinctively turned his head to glance at the bedroom door before closing his eyes again.
After turning off the security camera, I was a little worried that my father would get up. Perhaps it was because of the last incident; once bitten, twice shy.
In the following days, everything seemed to return to normal. Xiaoying worked her regular job and also did part-time teaching, keeping herself very busy. Every day after work, my father and I would wait for half an hour for Xiaoying to come home, and we would have dinner together. Xiaoying and I seemed to have returned to our former moods; the family was laughing and talking. The only one who hadn't returned to normal was my father. He was always somewhat absent-minded, lost in thought. Sometimes, he would stare blankly while eating. When I spoke to him, he seemed not to hear me, his reactions were slow, and I didn't know what he was thinking. I couldn't help but worry about my father's health. Could it be a sign of Alzheimer's? It shouldn't be; my father is not even 60 years old. How could he get Alzheimer's so early?
To keep an eye on my father's behavior and prevent him from having any suicidal thoughts, I checked the surveillance video from the daytime every night to see how he was doing at home. I saw that he no longer watched TV, no longer went for walks, and just sat at home all day, staring blankly at my mother's photo, looking at the family photo on the sofa. Sometimes his face showed struggle, as if he was making some difficult decision.
About a week later, Xiaoying and I returned home from work. My father had prepared a sumptuous dinner, all his specialties. I was a little puzzled, trying to remember what day it was, but neither the Gregorian nor the Lunar calendar showed anything special.
"Dad, what's wrong today? You made so many good dishes..." I looked at the entire table of food. Could we finish it all?
"It's nothing, I'm just happy today. It's been a long time since our family had a proper meal together. Dad's health is completely better now, and I just wanted to have a few drinks with you, it's that simple..." My father brought the last dish out of the kitchen and placed it on the table.
"Okay, Dad, you're craving a drink, aren't you? After all, you've abstained from alcohol for so long, let's make an exception for today." I sensed my father's unusual behavior today, and to help him relax, I decided to let him break his abstinence tonight. I felt he might have something to say to me.
Xiaoying also sensed something. Hearing that her father wanted to drink, she opened her mouth to ask and stop him, but her red lips parted and she ultimately didn't speak. Lately, because of Xiaoying's work, she hadn't had much time alone with her father, so their conversations had been mostly just normal family chats. Moreover, Xiaoying seemed to be confirming her promise; she had devoted all her time and energy to me, her husband, during this period. These past few days, Xiaoying and I had a passionate night of lovemaking. Xiaoying seemed very excited, in an unusually good mood. She frantically pleased me in bed, letting me enjoy my own private paradise.
At the dinner table, my father and I toasted each other, but his alcohol tolerance was far less than mine. Xiaoying also took a small sip. The family was in a harmonious atmosphere, something we hadn't felt in a long time. My father seemed to have emerged from his pessimism; he seemed to have endless things to say tonight, chatting about this family and that family. Although the meal lasted a long time, he drank very little. Xiaoying ultimately didn't stop him from drinking, but she limited the amount.
"Jincheng, Xiaoying, I've been thinking a lot lately. Since your mother passed away, I've been single all day, cooking for you and taking care of Haohao. I've been happy. But now you two are so busy with work, and with work and bedtime, you only have 3 or 4 hours to spend with me. And Haohao has been sent to our in-laws' house, so he doesn't need my care anymore. I have nothing to do all day, and I'm so bored..." Towards the end of the meal, my father suddenly changed the subject and started talking about these things. But what my father said was indeed true. He spends most of his time alone, rarely going out; he's a homebody.
"So, Dad, what are you thinking..." Hearing my father say this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused, but my mind didn't quite process it for a moment. I cautiously asked.
"You wanted to introduce me to someone before, but I didn't agree because your mother was taking care of Hao Hao. Now that all those burdens are gone, it's time for me to find someone to spend the rest of my life with." Hearing my father say this, I roughly knew what he was going to say. I unconsciously gripped my wine glass tighter, not knowing whether it was from excitement or...
"If you have a suitable person, please introduce me to someone. Find me a partner with good character. Also, having a stranger in the house might disrupt your routines, so after I find a partner, I plan to move out with her, preferably to the countryside or a place with beautiful scenery, to spend my later years in peace..." My father took a small sip of wine and then spoke sincerely to Xiaoying and me, his gaze shifting back and forth between our faces. It was clear that he was speaking to Xiaoying and me directly. I was caught off guard by my father's decision. I never expected him to make this decision, and judging from his expression, he wasn't joking.
"Clang..." A glass shattered, and I turned to look. Xiaoying, upon hearing her father's words, had dropped her glass, which slammed onto the table. She stared blankly at him, only frantically grabbing a rag to wipe up the spilled wine. In that fleeting moment, I saw the look in Xiaoying's eyes. Like me, she was utterly shocked by her father's decision, her eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. In that instant, I sensed that Xiaoying's shock stemmed from something different than mine…
Chapter 155 Blind Date
I was also caught off guard by my father's actions, though not as surprised as Xiaoying. No wonder my father had been so distracted these past few days; he'd been pondering this issue. I believed he had given this decision a long time to consider. The most important reason was his relationship with Xiaoying; perhaps he was also afraid. Finding a partner would completely solve this problem. With a partner, he could rebuild his family, thus forcing him to end his ambiguous relationship with Xiaoying. At the same time, finding another woman would lessen his feelings for Xiaoying and divert his attention… In short, everything stemmed from his relationship with Xiaoying. It's never too late to mend things, before things become unmanageable.
"Dad, are you serious?" I couldn't help but ask my father, confirming his suspicions.
"Of course, I've already explained the reason. This time I'm serious. Please grant my wish for an age-gap romance." My father took a big gulp of his drink; it seemed this request wasn't as willing as he made it out to be. "
Okay, Xiaoying and I will look around for you. We'll introduce you to someone suitable." I couldn't make a decision yet; I didn't have enough time to think it over. I could only agree first and then decide.
Xiaoying, who had been quite lively just moments before, became noticeably quieter and more subdued after my father's request. Although she tried to hide it, I could still see the deep reluctance in her eyes. After dinner, Xiaoying and I lay in bed, playing on our phones. Xiaoying seemed a little distracted, scrolling rapidly across her screen; perhaps her attention wasn't really on the phone.
"Honey, what do you think about finding a partner for Dad?" I asked casually, still on my phone, though my eyes were constantly watching Xiaoying out of the corner of my eye.
"Dad's getting old. We must fulfill his wishes. We should give him a happy old age," Xiaoying said. Her hand paused slightly as she scrolled, but quickly resumed. Before speaking, she took a deep, almost imperceptible breath, and her voice sounded a little hesitant. "
In that case, let's help Dad find someone. Keep asking around." Since things had progressed this far, it was best to let things take their course. If things continued this way, Xiaoying would break off her ambiguous relationship with her father, and he would find a partner much older than her—it wouldn't be a bad thing.
After playing on our phones for a while, we turned off the lights and prepared to sleep. However, both Xiaoying and I were preoccupied with our father's search for a companion, and perhaps neither of us could fall asleep. Xiaoying tossed and turned almost all night, while I seemed much calmer.
The next day, all three of us woke up with dark circles under our eyes. It seemed that it wasn't just Xiaoying and me who hadn't slept well; my father had too. After breakfast, I went to work and posted on my social media that I was looking for single women over 50. Looks weren't important; what mattered was that they were stable, knew how to enjoy life, and were thrifty. When my colleagues and friends heard that I was looking for a companion for my single father, they couldn't help but praise me, saying I was filial and had a good purpose. Filial piety is the foundation of all virtues, and this small act earned me an extra bit of good reputation.
It has to be said, having more friends makes life easier. Just around noon, a colleague told me some news: apparently, there's a woman in our company who fits the bill—we all call her Aunt Zhang. She's a cleaner, from a rural background, her husband passed away from illness a few years ago, and she has a married daughter. She's 52, very simple and honest, and quite attractive; you can tell she was a beauty in her youth in the countryside. In short, she's a perfect match for her father.
In the company, I'm in charge of administrative work, and cleaning is a small sub-category within that. I know my employees well, but I've never known about their family situations. Before lunch, I called Aunt Zhang over, using work as a pretext, to chat about personal matters in the office. I subtly hinted at my intentions regarding this relationship, of course, without any work-related pressure. Older people don't have as many requirements as younger people when it comes to May-December romances. I only talked to Aunt Zhang briefly and found that she didn't have any special requirements for May-December romances; as long as the financial situation could guarantee a normal life, that was enough. Given my family's current financial situation, it far exceeds her expectations. Moreover, I'm her direct supervisor at the company, several levels above her, so she's still quite willing to get to know my father. In this information age, with increasingly advanced mobile phones, I asked for a photo of Aunt Zhang's phone to show my father when I got home that evening.
Holding Aunt Zhang's photo, I spent the entire afternoon in the office, lost in thought. Had things really come to this point? There was still a tinge of regret; after all, I had initiated everything, and now I had to end it all myself. Imagining the journey, it had been incredibly difficult. I never imagined it would develop this way. But everything has a beginning and an end; perhaps this ending is the only satisfactory one, much better than anyone else suffering. Letting go of my inner struggles and burdens, I focused on my work, waiting for the end of the workday.
That evening, back home, I showed Aunt Zhang's photo to my father at the dinner table. He glanced at it briefly and immediately agreed, saying he didn't have many requirements regarding appearance; as long as I thought she was nice, that was enough for him. Seeing his nonchalant expression, I became even more certain of my suspicions. When I showed him Aunt Zhang's photo, Xiaoying, who was eating, stopped chewing and looked up at my father and me. Although she didn't show any unusual expression, her tightly gripped chopsticks betrayed her; her knuckles were slightly white, showing how much force she was using.
"Since you have no objections, Dad, I'll invite Aunt Zhang over for dinner another day. It'll be good for you two to get to know each other; after all, it's about finding a partner, so meeting in person is necessary," I said to my father, turning off my phone after seeing that he had no objections.
"Okay, you can arrange it for me. Also, if I live with your Aunt Zhang, I'm planning to move out."
"Why do you have to move out? Isn't it good to live with us? You can cook for me and Xiaoying and stuff." My father is getting old, and I'm really worried about him moving out. Besides, I always feel like I'm kicking him out of the house.
"If you want me to be happy, then agree to let me move out. After all, the environment I want is different from yours. You have to live in a bustling city, while I like a quiet and elegant rural life. Can you arrange a place for me to stay in the countryside? Houses in the countryside don't cost much." My father said nonchalantly, but I could still see a hint of sadness in his eyes. The same expression I saw in Xiaoying's eyes was a deep reluctance—reluctance to leave me, reluctance to leave Haohao, and even more so, reluctance to leave Xiaoying, my confidante.
Xiaoying gave him true love, and I believe in my father's deep love for her—a love I never experienced with my mother. After all, Xiaoying's appearance, education, and cultural background far surpassed anything my mother could have achieved. Her physical beauty and sexual allure were unmatched. But all of this was about to end. It would likely take a long time for both my father and Xiaoying to adjust; perhaps only they knew the pain they felt. Xiaoying was also filled with reluctance, but beyond sexual affirmation, was there any romantic love involved in her feelings for her father? I couldn't know. Everything was about to end; what was the point of dwelling on these things?
The next day at work, I told Aunt Zhang that my father wanted to see her. She decided to discuss it with her daughter before giving me an answer, since her daughter was her only family, and such matters required her daughter's consent. It must be said that once you decide to do something thoroughly, things sometimes go much more smoothly than you imagine. After obtaining consent from Aunt Zhang's daughter, we decided to arrange a meeting between the two tonight. Since it would be their first meeting, we decided not to have Aunt Zhang come to my house.
I booked a restaurant and called my father to inform him. It was much more convenient for Aunt Zhang; I could just take her there after work. Her daughter, as her child, would also be coming tonight. With everything arranged, I called Xiaoying to tell her the time and place.
"Honey, I've made all the arrangements. Dad and Aunt Zhang will meet at Ziyunlou tonight, and her daughter will be there too. Take a taxi to Ziyunkou after work at 6 pm." Everything was going smoothly, and my conflicted feelings eased somewhat. I tried to keep my mind from wandering and affecting my decision. Since this outcome was perfect, I would proceed accordingly.
"Ah... okay." When Xiaoying heard that everything had been arranged so quickly, her first response sounded quite surprised, letting out a low gasp. It took her a long pause before she finally answered "okay," revealing her inner turmoil. Although Xiaoying had been trying to hide it, her disappointment was still quite evident. However, I couldn't tell how much of her disappointment stemmed from reluctance, jealousy, or envy.
After hanging up, I waited for the end of the workday. Normally, the cleaning staff leave a little later than us, as some cleaning work is easier to do after everyone else has left. As a senior manager in the company, I arranged for Aunt Zhang to leave early. Aunt Zhang's daughter also arrived at the company early, and I arranged for them to stay in my office. Aunt Zhang's daughter was just an ordinary urban white-collar worker, her social status far lower than mine. Although we were both children of our parents, she still seemed a bit reserved in my presence, given our different social standing. I sat at my desk working, and Aunt Zhang's daughter watched me, her envy undisguised, which gave me a small moment of vanity.
Finally, the workday ended, and I led Aunt Zhang and her daughter out of the office building, hailed a taxi, and headed to the restaurant we had booked. But in the taxi, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw it was Xiaoying calling. Without thinking much, I answered.
"Honey, I feel like I'd be superfluous if I went. I won't go tonight. Aunt Zhang and Dad, you and Aunt Zhang's daughter, you can talk it over. There's no need for me to go. I'll just go home and eat something by myself. I feel a little tired..." Xiaoying's voice was low and tired as she answered the phone. Anyone who didn't know the situation would really think Xiaoying was overworked, but I knew that Xiaoying's exhaustion wasn't from work, but from being unable to face everything...
Chapter 156: Desolation
. After thinking it over, I agreed to Xiaoying's request not to participate in the gathering tonight. I understand Xiaoying's thoughts. After all, her father and she had shared a very intimate relationship. If her former sexual partner were to go on a blind date, regardless of whether she loved him or not, he was still someone she considered half a lover, and the reluctance in her heart was self-evident. If Xiaoying also came to the gathering and saw her father and Aunt Zhang chatting happily, wouldn't she be unable to suppress her feelings and give herself away? Therefore, the most rational and safest solution was for Xiaoying to avoid it.
When we arrived at the restaurant, my father was already there. When the food was served, I told him that Xiaoying had something come up and couldn't come. A hint of disappointment and understanding flashed across my father's face. Perhaps he knew the reason behind it all, but I, who knew the inside story, still caught the fleeting sadness in his eyes.
At the dinner table, there were exactly four people. My father chatted with Aunt Zhang, and I chatted with Aunt Zhang's daughter. Young people have their common language, and the older generation has its common language. My conversation with Aunt Zhang's daughter was mainly about workplace matters, while my father and Aunt Zhang talked about rural life and their experiences. To my surprise, my father and Aunt Zhang seemed to have a lot in common. Firstly, they both came from rural backgrounds; secondly, they were similar in age; and finally, they shared similar experiences—both moved from the countryside to the city, both lost their spouses early in life, and their struggles and hardships were similar. The two elderly people started talking non-stop, seemingly with endless topics to discuss. Seeing them, Aunt Zhang's daughter and I exchanged a smile; it seemed there was no barrier between them. As long as their lifestyles were similar, there were no other problems.
Looking at the atmosphere at the dinner table, I was glad Xiaoying hadn't come tonight. If she had, seeing how much my father and Aunt Zhang seemed to have hit it off, she would definitely have given herself away, and her awkwardness might have affected the atmosphere. However, after careful observation, I noticed that my father's eyes didn't show any romantic love when he was with Aunt Zhang. He didn't see her as a lover, but rather as a confidante and friend. It seemed that after such a long period of close contact with Xiaoying, my father was unlikely to fall in love with anyone else easily. Aunt Zhang would likely only be able to offer him care and some emotional comfort in the future. A spouse is simply someone who provides companionship.
Everyone ate very little, putting down their chopsticks after a short while. Leaving the restaurant, I suggested we go for a walk in the sports plaza to give my father and Aunt Zhang some time to talk. Perhaps it was because it was their first meeting, or perhaps it was because he didn't have any romantic feelings for Aunt Zhang, but although my father and Aunt Zhang chatted happily, there was a lack of the passion of lovers. Around ten o'clock that night, my father and I saw Aunt Zhang and her daughter off. As I was about to hail a taxi home, my father stopped me.
"It's not far home, let's walk back together," my father said kindly, pressing down my hand that was about to hail a taxi.
"Okay..." I sensed that my father might have something to say to me tonight. Due to the occasion, my father and I hadn't drunk any alcohol at the dinner table, only some mineral water and soft drinks, so we were both very clear-headed.
"What do you think of Aunt Zhang?" my father asked as we walked. "
Dad, you've chosen a partner, as long as you're happy with it, I have no objections. Aunt Zhang is one of my employees at the company; I know her somewhat, and she seems like a decent person. "
"As long as you don't have any objections, that's fine. By the way, how's the arrangement for me to move out going?" My father has been pressing me about this for the past two days. It seems he's eager to escape this family. It appears that after the two shocks from the fake pregnancy and my temper tantrum, he's genuinely scared. Perhaps leaving this home will allow him to live more naturally.
"Do you really have to move out?" Although I know the reason my father wants to move out, I still feel a pang of guilt, and I can't help but try to persuade him to stay again.
"You absolutely have to move out. Even if I formally ask you, there's no room for negotiation. Living together is still inconvenient in many ways, after all, our lifestyles are different. Besides, I've had enough of living in an apartment building; I'm still not used to it." Although my father didn't look at me as he said this, I could still hear the determination in his tone.
"Okay, I'll contact Brother Sao tomorrow and ask him to help arrange a better place for you to continue being a night watchman. Firstly, the work won't be tiring, and you'll have something to do. Secondly, you like that kind of life, what do you think?" Sensing my father's insistence, I could only compromise. My father had an accident at the power company, and logically, they shouldn't be hiring him again. But I have connections with Brother Sao, a high-ranking executive, so arranging it shouldn't be a problem. We can just be discreet; a night watchman isn't an important role, who would notice?
"Okay, I really like life on the island. To be honest, I've been missing the time I spent as a night watchman there." Hearing my arrangement, my father's previously gloomy mood seemed to improve considerably. These were his honest thoughts. Having come from a rural background, he still preferred a rural, idyllic life, and the island, with its mountains and water, was perfect for an elderly person like him to retire in. My
father's intention to leave was resolute. However, there was still a hint of reluctance in his expression, a reluctance that included me and Xiaoying, perhaps more for Xiaoying. Perhaps my father believed that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, and forcing himself to leave was, logically speaking, the most rational choice.
"But Dad, please don't..." I thought of my father's previous suicide attempts and couldn't help but remind him.
"Don't worry, I won't be so foolish as to have my wife here this time. Now I have someone to care about, right?" My father smiled slightly at me, reassuring me, but the melancholy in his eyes contrasted sharply with his smile.
Before I knew it, we were home. The house was dark; it seemed Xiaoying was already asleep. My father went straight to his bedroom. I went in and saw Xiaoying sleeping soundly, facing the bed. I changed into my pajamas and then went to the bathroom. When I came out, I curiously went to the kitchen. The food was cold, and the pots and pans were all neatly arranged; it seemed no one had cooked that night. Had Xiaoying not eaten dinner? Or had she eaten out?
Back in the bedroom, looking at Xiaoying's back, I wondered if she was truly asleep. My father and I were careful when we entered, hoping we hadn't disturbed her rest. I quietly turned on the computer and then opened the home security camera. I wanted to know what time Xiaoying would get home tonight, and also to see her reaction and expression when she arrived, so I could judge her true feelings. Although Xiaoying had a sexual relationship with my father, a physical affair, I didn't want her to be emotionally unfaithful. She could share her body with my father, but Xiaoying's heart could only belong to me. I couldn't help but laugh and cry at my own prejudice—caring more about the heart than the body.
I paused the camera at the time Xiaoying usually got home from work. Tonight, she hadn't gone anywhere else and returned home at the usual time. From her expression as soon as she entered, she seemed very tired and listless. Unlike usual, she didn't go straight to the bedroom to change into her pajamas after changing her shoes; instead, she threw her handbag on the sofa and sat down, her head down, constantly massaging her temples. Xiaoying's expression was conflicted; her brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently. It was clear she was unsettled and very upset.
After massaging her temples on the sofa for a while, she slowly walked to the kitchen, perhaps to prepare dinner. But as she reached the kitchen and started preparing the ingredients, she realized she was still wearing her work clothes and hadn't changed into her pajamas. Annoyed, she shook her hair, pursed her lips, put down the ingredients, and went back to her bedroom to change.
When she returned to the kitchen, she picked up the ingredients and a knife, but as she raised the knife, hesitation crossed Xiaoying's face. She looked at the knife, then at the ingredients, and finally sighed, silently putting everything back in its place. It was clear she was upset and had little appetite. After tidying up the kitchen, Xiaoying began cleaning her room. Perhaps she was using tidying to distract herself.
When Xiaoying tidied up the sofa, our bedroom beds, the bathroom, and her father's bedroom, she would pause slightly. She would stare blankly at these places, lost in thought, her face a mixture of confusion, reminiscence, sweetness, and conflicted emotions. As she finished tidying, her heart filled with these conflicted feelings, she seemed to be lost in thought, her
expression a mixture of bewilderment and deep longing. Seeing the expression on her face as she tidied, perhaps she was recalling her past with her father: making love on the sofa, their intimacy in the bathroom, and sharing a bed with him. Undoubtedly, her father had given her unprecedented orgasms and pleasure. Those memories, whenever recalled, brought her sweetness and endless aftertaste. But it seemed that everything was about to come to an end; those memories might forever remain just that—memories.
After tidying up the room, Xiaoying stood in the middle of the living room, just standing there blankly. Her eyes scanned the room, seemingly searching for something to do to distract herself from her troubles. However, the room was already neatly organized, and there was really nothing to do.
Xiaoying put the cleaning tools back in their place, then glanced back at the digital clock above the doorway. Perhaps she had already guessed it: her father and Aunt Zhang had already started their matchmaking at the restaurant, and her former lover was going to belong to someone else. It felt like her beloved doll had been taken away by someone else; the reluctance and inner turmoil were things Xiaoying couldn't avoid or control at that moment.
She glanced at the time, then at the family photo above the living room wall. Although Xiaoying's gaze could cover the entire photo, I believe her attention was entirely focused on her father. Finally, Xiaoying gently shook her hair, seemingly clearing her mind of those troubling thoughts. With a final sigh, she slowly walked back to our bedroom. A hint of melancholy, completely incongruous with the scene and her beautiful appearance, appeared in her alluring silhouette…
Chapter 157 Acceptance
After returning to bed, Xiaoying tossed and turned, occasionally checking her phone, but she seemed restless and agitated. I fast-forwarded through the video. After half an hour of tossing and turning, Xiaoying finally got out of bed and turned on her computer. After browsing a few news articles, she opened the forum and started writing a log. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The best way I'd ever understood Xiaoying's inner world was by reading her logs. I knew I would gain something from her logs later.
After writing in her blog for about forty minutes, Xiaoying shut down her computer and went back to bed. She tossed and turned for a while, but eventually, overcome by exhaustion, she calmed down and slowly fell asleep until my father and I returned. After turning off the monitor, I glanced back at Xiaoying lying on the bed. It was clear she was truly tired, both physically and mentally. Reassured, I opened the forum, logged into Xiaoying's account, and then opened the blog post she had written an hour earlier:
"Time flies, especially recently. I've experienced the ups and downs of life, highs and lows. The best part is that the pregnancy test came back negative, which is a huge relief. My relationship with my husband has also finally returned to normal. This sudden turn of events feels like a lifetime ago. The only thing that bothers me is whether my husband found out about my affair with his father. I'm not sure, but based on my current feeling, he shouldn't know. Otherwise, given his strong sense of justice, he might forgive his father, but he would never forgive me. So, my affair with my father-in-law shouldn't have been leaked. To be honest, this period has terrified me, and I even had suicidal thoughts. My husband has been under a lot of pressure from work and family lately, so he's been very irritable. I should give him more care and attention.
As for my relationship with my father-in-law, after having sex with him that night while my husband was home, I was filled with regret afterward. So, I've decided to cut off all ties with him to avoid a tangled mess. But the past indiscretions with my father-in-law still haunt me..." The thrill and pleasure I felt lingered in my mind, unforgettable. But everything should come to an end eventually; after all, I'm going to spend my life with my husband, not my father-in-law.
Recently, things finally seemed to be resolved. My father-in-law suddenly suggested finding a companion and moving out of the house. I was shocked when I heard this, because I knew his intentions. He wasn't truly looking for a companion, as evidenced by his previous refusal. His move out was also a way of avoiding it. His thoughts were the same as mine; we both... I'm scared, scared that the truth will eventually come out. It's never
too late to mend things. But my heart is filled with mixed emotions. When I heard my father-in-law wanted to find a companion, I suddenly felt a pang of pain. I felt a deep reluctance and guilt towards him leaving home, as his departure is inextricably linked to me. Moreover, the thought of him living happily with another woman gave me a strange feeling, as if something that was once mine had been stolen, like losing a cherished personal item. The thought of something that was once mine being taken away by someone else filled me with jealousy. I'm not a possessive woman, but perhaps the past between my father-in-law and me was too exciting and sweet, and I can't bear to lose it.
Today is supposed to be his blind date, and normally I should be there too. But after much thought, I'm not mentally prepared to face this kind of loss. I'm afraid that if I see that woman, I'll reveal my hostility. For the sake of a harmonious blind date for my father-in-law, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should... I decided to avoid tonight's blind date. Right now, my father-in-law is probably having a pleasant conversation with that woman. I don't want to think about it; thinking about it just makes me irritable.
And when I heard that my father-in-law wanted to find a companion, a faint resentment suddenly welled up inside me, as if he had betrayed me. But now, thinking about it, what reason do I have to hate him? Although we had an ambiguous intimate relationship, in name I will always be his daughter-in-law. I can never give him love and a family; after all, I can't leave my husband. I can give my husband love and a family, but beyond physical intimacy… I can't give my father-in-law anything.
Although I'm reluctant to see him go on a blind date and leave home, I have to force myself to accept it for the sake of my family, husband, and son. After all, this might be the best outcome. Nothing in this world goes as planned. I need to adjust my mindset these next few days to prepare for the arrival of that woman. As for my father-in-law, I've never hated him, except for the first time he forced himself on me. And what can I give him now? I can only offer him my deepest blessings. I have to force myself to be happy that he finds happiness in his later years. "
After reading Xiaoying's relatively short diary entry, I realized it contained so much. First, it confirmed my suspicions: Xiaoying does indeed have a lingering attachment to her father, and a hint of jealousy and envy. It seems that after such a long period of close contact, Xiaoying has developed the idea that 'he is my exclusive man.' While this doesn't prove that Xiaoying has completely fallen in love with her father, it undoubtedly confirms that she has feelings for him beyond mere familial affection, though these feelings are far less significant than those for me."
Things happened so suddenly that Xiaoying needed a short time to adapt and change her role, as well as her emotions and mindset, to welcome Aunt Zhang, a stranger who was suddenly joining the family. Although I felt a little jealous in the middle of the diary, I still indicated Xiaoying's acceptance at the end. Xiaoying is rational; once she gets through this hurdle, everything will be easier. Although neither my father nor Xiaoying was 100% willing about this, I believe that soon they will both return to their normal roles and adapt to the change in the family.
The next day, I called my college classmate, Sao Ge, and told him about my willingness to reassign my father's job. After my repeated assurances, he finally agreed to arrange a new job for my father as a night watchman.
Three days later, Aunt Zhang and her daughter came to our house for a gathering. On this day, Xiaoying and I both took the afternoon off to prepare at home, cooking a lot of dishes. That evening, Aunt Zhang and her daughter arrived at our house. It was Xiaoying's first time meeting Aunt Zhang, but thankfully, after these two days of adjustment, Xiaoying's mindset seemed much more relaxed. When I met Aunt Zhang's gaze, there was no spark as I had imagined.
Xiaoying and I had originally planned to cook dinner. However, at Aunt Zhang's insistence, she took over the cooking, while my father legitimately assisted. Xiaoying and I chatted with Aunt Zhang's daughter in the living room while my father and Aunt Zhang cooked in the kitchen. Although Xiaoying seemed to have adjusted her mindset, her gaze still inadvertently drifted towards the kitchen. And every time she heard my father and Aunt Zhang talking and laughing in the kitchen, Xiaoying would lower her head or breathe slightly, but she concealed it well; to outsiders, everything seemed normal, only we could detect the abnormality. It was clear that although Xiaoying was very resolute in her diary, she was still somewhat unnatural when actually facing it. It seemed that it would take time for Xiaoying to fully accept this.
At the dinner table, the soon-to-be-united family was all smiles. Xiaoying and I sat together, my father and Aunt Zhang sat together, and Aunt Zhang's daughter sat alone on the other side. We talked about the plans I'd made for my father and Aunt Zhang's future. Aunt Zhang and her daughter had no objections; after all, they were getting old and didn't have high expectations for life. Moreover, I'd arranged a rural life for them, and Aunt Zhang, being from a rural background, was naturally overjoyed, just like my father, and full of longing for the future. Everything went surprisingly smoothly, without any disagreements or obstacles. If nothing unexpected happened, the matter would be settled.
At the dinner table, Xiaoying and my father would occasionally exchange a knowing glance, but as soon as their eyes met, they would instantly look away, a knowing hint of awkwardness and a very subtle sadness appearing on their faces. They simply endured it, maintaining harmony at the dinner table. At the dinner table, Xiaoying also politely greeted Aunt Zhang and praised her excellent cooking skills. Indeed, Aunt Zhang's cooking skills were truly impressive. Finding such a simple and capable companion for my father was a kind of compensation for him.
Having connections makes things easier; within two days, Brother Sao gave me the results. This time, he arranged a new place for my father—not a small island, but a relatively large island in the middle of the river. The island has electricity, internet, and even a small number of residents. It's quite large, and there are many small boats coming and going, making it very convenient. However, this island is newly developed by the power company and is under construction, but it's nearing completion and will be operational in less than two weeks.
For my father's safety, the three of us—my father, Aunt Zhang, and I—took some time to visit the island. The island is large and beautiful, situated on high ground, and the watchman's quarters built by the power company are excellent. A clean brick house with two bedrooms, running water and electricity—it's so much better than the mud-brick house we lived in in the countryside. Most importantly, that guy Sao Ge is a true friend; he even provided my father with a speedboat, ostensibly for his convenience in exploring the island, but actually to give him some enjoyment in his later years.
My father and Aunt Zhang were very satisfied with their future residence. As for salary and benefits, those were secondary. The two of them explored the island, Aunt Zhang filled with curiosity and love, full of anticipation for the future. However, my father, looking at this small island, although his face was smiling, occasionally revealed a trace of reminiscence, a trace of bitterness, and a trace of confusion about the future. Seeing my father like this, I knew that he was more or less unwilling inside. I could only hope that Aunt Zhang could soothe his wounded heart so that he could forget the past as soon as possible and truly enjoy the happiness of his later years...
Chapter 158 Remembrance
After observing my father and Aunt Zhang's future residence, everyone discussed the wedding date for my father and Aunt Zhang. Since my father and Aunt Zhang were both from the older generation and had a simple lifestyle, they did not plan to hold a large wedding, but only invited family members for a small gathering. We chose an auspicious day to register our marriage, specifically after the house on the island was fully completed.
About ten days later, the island home was finally finished, and my father and Aunt Zhang were ready to move in. Before they moved in, I went to the furniture market and bought them some simple, unpretentious furniture. The power company had already provided plenty of household tools and facilities, so I didn't actually need to buy much for them.
That day, the furniture and extensive renovations on the island were complete; all that was left was a thorough cleaning. Xiaoying and I planned to take the afternoon off to help my father tidy up the island house, which would serve as their wedding home. Although the house wasn't decorated with lanterns or streamers, the "double happiness" characters and red decorations were already installed. In a couple of days, relatives and friends would gather on the island for a large celebration, which would then be considered my father's wedding.
In Northeast China, there's a tradition of visiting ancestral graves and placing red paper on them before the wedding, both to express respect for the ancestors and for good luck. Because Aunt Zhang's hometown is in a rural town in another city, quite far away—a train journey of over ten hours—she took her daughter back to the countryside to pay respects at her ancestors' graves and visit relatives. I specifically granted her a week's leave, so that when she returns, it will be the day she and my father register their marriage.
Since Aunt Zhang isn't here, Xiaoying and I will be helping my father decorate the wedding room and do a thorough cleaning. I had planned to ask Xiaoying for leave this afternoon to go to the island to help my father tidy up the house. However, this morning at work, I suddenly received a business trip assignment from the company, requiring me to go to a nearby city where I frequently travel for business to handle an investment negotiation and sign a contract. There was no way around it; the general manager personally gave the order, and as a high-ranking employee receiving a salary from the company, I naturally had to obey. This business trip will last about two days, so I could only inform Xiaoying by phone.
"Honey, I suddenly got a notice from the company today that I have to go on a business trip to a nearby city. It'll probably take a day or two, and I won't be back until tomorrow night at the earliest." I was also a little upset. After all, it's a business trip at this crucial time. There's no way around it; if you earn more money, your work will naturally be busier. Private companies don't want to keep employees who just sit around doing nothing.
"Oh, what about going to Dad's to clean the room this afternoon? Or maybe we can go when you come back tomorrow or the day after?" Xiaoying seemed surprised to hear that I was going on a business trip and sighed as she asked. The house had just been renovated, and my father had moved in by himself first, mainly to look after the house, since so many valuables had been added.
"No, thank you. Aunt Zhang will be back the day after tomorrow, and she'll be moving in with Dad then. Let's get things settled quickly, in case I can't make it back tomorrow, it'll cause problems. Anyway, there's not much to pack, you and Dad can finish in an afternoon. Please help Dad with the packing." My father's wedding schedule is quite tight, everything is planned, and changing it midway could cause unnecessary trouble. To give my father a satisfactory wedding, I decided not to change any of the arrangements.
"Oh, okay then, don't forget to call me when you get there safely. I'll help Dad pack this afternoon, I should be home by around four o'clock." After the last scare, Xiaoying seemed afraid I would misunderstand her and her father, so she added an explanation at the end. Actually, this was a "protesting too much" response; Xiaoying would never have said that last part before, perhaps she didn't even realize her small oversight.
"Okay, take care of yourself at home. My flight is this afternoon, I should be there before you get home." I hung up after saying that, checked the time, and it was almost noon. I planned to say goodbye to the general manager, grab a quick lunch outside, then go home to pack some toiletries and luggage. I'd leave in the afternoon; the company provided a car, so the trip would be convenient and fast.
It was almost time to leave work, so I went to the general manager's office to say goodbye and discuss the details of the contract signing. Entering the office, I saw the general manager working on some documents on his computer.
"Boss, I'll go home to pack my things in a bit, and I'll leave early this afternoon. I won't be coming back to the office to clock in," I said, leaning over his desk. "
Oh, Xiao Wang, sorry, I've been busy and forgot. I heard your father is getting married in the next couple of days?" The general manager stopped his work and said kindly. Although I hadn't publicized the affair between my father and the company's cleaning lady, Aunt Zhang, it was already common knowledge within the company. I was worried that things weren't going well yet, so I didn't report it to the general manager. After all, the company has a policy of avoiding conflicts of interest with relatives. If my father marries Aunt Zhang, the cleaning lady, then Aunt Zhang must leave the company. This is a policy that most companies have to follow.
"Yes, the day after tomorrow. I've been busy with renovations these past two days. I was planning to ask you for leave to help my father prepare for his wedding this afternoon, but I didn't expect to have to go on a business trip again." The general manager isn't much older than me, and we have a pretty good relationship outside of work, so I don't hold back when talking to him and usually speak the truth.
"You're one of my old subordinates, and I only just heard about this myself. You kept it a secret pretty well, huh? Well, it's not like you absolutely have to handle this. Since you have family matters to attend to, I'll arrange for someone else to take care of it. It's not a big deal. I'll give you an afternoon off to prepare for your father's wedding. After all, May-December romances aren't easy. Firstly, I'm being considerate of your personal situation as a subordinate, and secondly, I really appreciate your filial piety." The general manager stood up and said to me very understandingly.
"No need, though. After all, company matters are also important. I can postpone my family matters." In any case, in the workplace, you still have to put on an act to give your boss a good impression.
"Alright, stop dawdling. My mind's made up. Go home and take care of your personal matters." The general manager chuckled and scolded me before dismissing me.
Leaving the office, I felt a wave of relief. Finally, I didn't have to go on the business trip. To be honest, I really dislike business trips; after all, it means leaving home. I'm a homebody and a bed-loving person; home is the most comfortable place. It was past closing time, so I figured Xiaoying had probably already left work. As we discussed on the phone, Xiaoying would grab some lunch outside after work and then head straight to her father's place to start tidying up—the earlier she went, the earlier she could return.
I walked out of the company building, ready to call Xiaoying and tell her I didn't have to go on the business trip. But just as I took out my phone to dial, I suddenly stopped. A thought that had been lurking in my mind for a long time surfaced. To be honest, when I called Xiaoying earlier to ask her to help her father tidy up the house, I hadn't really thought much about it. Now that I didn't have to go on the business trip, my mind was free of burdens, and I couldn't help but indulge in some fantasies.
Ever since Xiaoying and her father had sex while I was at home that night, they seem to have truly returned to square one, reverting to their original roles. They no longer have any time alone together, and even avoid each other. Although we've had many days of adjustment, through careful observation, I've noticed that a subtle melancholy and sorrow still occasionally flash through their eyes. I believe they haven't completely moved on from their complex experiences and emotions. I know that for them to fully recover, they need to wage a long-term mental battle.
I didn't go to lunch, but instead sat on a bench in the park near my company, deep in thought. I recalled everything that had happened, the scene of Xiaoying and her father making love on the security camera, and the emotional turmoil and changes I've experienced along the way. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. To be honest, although I'm reluctant to recall those scenes, every time I think of those passionate moments, I feel a pang of sadness, but also a surge of emotion and a rush of passion. Just as I was recalling some images of my father and Xiaoying, my penis became erect again in my pants.
It was midday, and the park was crowded. I was wearing tight trousers. Sitting on a bench, my crotch bulged, and to avoid embarrassment from passersby, I had to put my hands in my pockets and then press my erect penis down. Feeling the hardness and heat of my penis through my pants, I couldn't help but smile wryly. Perhaps my father and Xiaoying's affair was over, or perhaps it was to commemorate their past, or perhaps it was to cherish what might be the last chance, I decided not to tell Xiaoying about my sudden leave from the business trip.
I wanted to see if Xiaoying and my father, taking advantage of the fact that Aunt Zhang and I were away, would spontaneously spark a sexual encounter again during this rare moment of solitude. If they didn't, I would feel disappointed, but also a sense of warmth. And if they did, so what? My father is getting married soon, and this ending is inevitable. Consider it a chance for them to say goodbye. So, regardless of whether they had sex or not, I've decided to accept and forgive them, as a final consolation and farewell to my cuckoldry fantasies.
I ate a simple lunch and went home. The house was empty; Xiaoying hadn't returned. It seemed she had gone to my father's to help him tidy up the house. I sat alone, occasionally watching TV and playing on the computer, but I couldn't calm down. Time passed slowly, and I was restless. I hadn't installed any surveillance equipment in my father's house; I knew nothing about what had happened between them. This situation, beyond my control, was incredibly frustrating.
Around 3 PM, Xiaoying called me. I lied and said I was in the car, would be checking into a hotel in a few hours, and would be having dinner with colleagues that evening. I also said I'd forgotten my phone charger and my phone might run out of battery that night, so I told her not to worry.
After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Had I just created an opportunity for them? However, judging from the situation lately, the possibility of them having sex was very low. I idly whiled away the time at home, the digital clock on the door slowly approaching four o'clock in the afternoon. Logically, if Xiaoying was coming home normally, she should be back soon. If she came back tonight, I would tell her I was on my way home and had to cancel my business trip, so I returned. I had already prepared my explanation if Xiaoying saw me when she got home.
Based on her workload, Xiaoying should be home around 3:30 PM at the earliest, and no later than 4 PM. I waited anxiously at home, hoping Xiaoying would suddenly come home, open the door, and we could have dinner together. But as time ticked by, my burning desire grew stronger and stronger. When it was already 4:30 PM, Xiaoying still hadn't returned. This was definitely not normal. I knew that perhaps Xiaoying had already left her father's place and gone out shopping and on a date with her best friend? Maybe… perhaps Xiaoying is still with her father, and something happened between them in the house on the island.
I suppressed the urge to call Xiaoying and ask; I couldn't do that. Was Xiaoying shopping with her best friend or with her father? I was confused. Without any hesitation, I dressed and rushed out the door. These actions seemed to be driven by instinct, not by my brain. I headed straight for the island where my father and Xiaoying were. I didn't know what I would get there. Perhaps Xiaoying had already left her father, and my anxiety was just me scaring myself. But I had to go there to find the answers…
Chapter 159 Hidden
I ran downstairs, out of the building, out of the complex. I desperately hoped to bump into Xiaoying along the way, but all I saw were strangers looking at me with puzzled expressions. I hailed a taxi and ran quickly to the riverbank, then rented a small boat to head to the island where my father was.
Sitting on the boat, my feelings were complicated. When I got to my father's place, would I see Xiaoying? This feeling was a mixture of anticipation and fear. My heart was pounding, and my breathing became increasingly uneven, highlighting my inner tension. When my small boat was halfway there, I received a call from Xiaoying.
"Hey, honey, have you arrived yet?" Xiaoying's voice was very quiet on the other end of the line, and I couldn't tell where she was.
"Yeah, I'm here. I'll check into the hotel in a bit." The small boat was electric, so there was no engine noise; it was very quiet. I don't know why I lied on the phone. Was I afraid of scaring Xiaoying and missing something? I carefully listened to Xiaoying's voice on the phone, trying to hear if there was anything unusual in her tone, but I didn't find anything amiss.
"Have you finished helping Dad with the chores? Are you home yet?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I wanted to use this opportunity to ask Xiaoying if she was home and where she was.
"Ah, I'm done. I'm bored by myself since you're not home, so I left Dad's. I'm going to go shopping with my best friend. When you get there, drink less alcohol at your dinner with your colleagues, take care of yourself and get some rest." Xiaoying quickly explained, perhaps afraid I was thinking something.
"Oh, that's good. Don't stay out too late, come home early, and be careful at home." Hearing Xiaoying say on the phone that she was going shopping with her best friend seemed to confirm one of the two possibilities I had guessed. Hearing Xiaoying's answer, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but also relieved. After exchanging a few words with Xiaoying, I hung up the phone.
I continued sitting on the small boat. Since Xiaoying wasn't with my father, what was the point of me taking the boat to see him? I was about to tell the boatman to return to the riverbank when I looked up and saw that the island where my father lived was already very close. Sigh, since we were already there, I figured I might as well go see him. First, I doubted whether Xiaoying was telling the truth, and second, since we were so close, I might as well go see my father.
My father's house was on the north side of the island, while the boat docking area was on the south side, so once the boat reached the island, my father's house wouldn't be visible. I paid the boatman's fare, got his phone number, and then went ashore, heading towards my father's house. There were a few fishermen's houses and a hotel on the riverbank, all small tourist facilities for the island. There were probably dozens of houses, like a small village. My father's house was in a rather unusual location, in the middle of a densely forested area of the island. A fence had been erected around the wind turbines, and my father's house was in the center of that fence, far from the other residents' homes. Therefore, the area around my father's house was very quiet, and without a key, it was impossible to enter the wind turbine area.
Fortunately, because I had often helped my father with the house recently, he gave me a set of keys to all the gates of the island's power station, including all the keys to his house. Passing by the other residents' houses, I hurried along a forest path towards my father's house. His house was situated on higher ground, surrounded by tall grass and trees, making it quite secluded.
I glanced at the time; it was just past 5 PM. Because I had rushed out, less than forty minutes had passed since I left home. The days were short, and it was already getting dark. I carefully opened the gate to my father's enclosure, very quietly. Then, I carefully followed the path towards his house. The lights from his house slowly came into view.
It was already dark, and my father's house was now in sight, but my heart tightened when I saw it. Inside, in the bedroom where my father and Aunt Zhang were, the curtains were drawn tightly, and only a faint light could be seen through them. Because my father was newly married, I bought him those thick red silk curtains, so even with the lights on inside, it was impossible to see clearly through the window from the outside.
My heart suddenly tightened. Could Xiaoying still be at my father's house? If so, what were they doing? I tiptoed slowly towards my father's house. Once close, I noticed the main door was open.
The layout of my father's house was the same as other rural houses: a main door in the center, leading to a three-meter-long corridor with bedroom doors on either side, and the kitchen door at the end. After entering the house, I went to my father's bedroom window first. I pressed my ear against the glass, straining to hear any sound coming from inside. I held my breath, but after listening for a long time, there was absolutely no sound. Had I been overthinking it?
It seemed Xiaoying wasn't there. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief. Since I was already here, I decided to go inside and check on my father. As for the reason for my sudden visit, I had already thought it through. As soon as I stepped into the main house, I noticed the kitchen light was on at the end of the hallway. The door was also open, and I could hear clanging sounds coming from inside; it seemed my father was preparing dinner. I didn't disturb him in the kitchen but instead went into his bedroom. His bedroom door was also open; after all, the house had just been renovated, and it needed to be ventilated to dissipate harmful gases like formaldehyde.
Inside his bedroom, I saw a low table set up in the center, with two dishes already laid out. Hearing the cooking sounds from the kitchen behind the bedroom, I couldn't help but smile inwardly. My father seemed to be living quite comfortably on his own, having prepared so many dishes—quite a feast!
"Xiaoying, this dish is ready. Take it upstairs. I'll finish the last dish, and then we'll eat." Just as I was standing in the bedroom, feeling pleased with myself, I suddenly heard my father's voice, and he called out Xiaoying's name. Hearing this, I froze on the spot, cold sweat instantly pouring down my face.
"Okay, Dad, just one more dish is enough. Don't make any more; we can't possibly finish it all." Before I could even react, Xiaoying's voice rang out. That voice was incredibly familiar. Yes, it was Xiaoying. She had lied on the phone; she hadn't left my father's place at all and was still here. But why did she lie to me on the phone? Was she planning to spend the night with my father, or was she just having dinner at his house as usual? Perhaps she was afraid I would overthink things; after all, her previous warning had thoroughly frightened her.
Before I could recover from my thoughts, I heard the sound of Xiaoying's high heels. It seemed she was carrying the dish down the hallway towards the bedroom. What should I do? This was too sudden. It was too late for me to rush out of my father's bedroom. If I did, I would be spotted by Xiaoying in the hallway. I didn't have time to think. My eyes quickly scanned my father's room, searching for a place to hide. Before entering my father's house, I had already prepared an excuse and reason to deal with him, but I hadn't thought of a reason to deal with Xiaoying at all.
At that moment, I saw the curtains in my father's bedroom were already drawn, a scene that seemed familiar. I remembered that time I eavesdropped at the hospital; I had hidden behind the curtains. Luckily, the curtains I bought for my father's house were larger and thicker than those in the hospital. It was too late now; I could only quickly hide behind the curtains. There was still some distance between the curtains and the wall. My back was pressed tightly against the wall; I didn't dare lean against the glass, in case the light reflected from outside in the night illuminated my silhouette.
Less than three seconds after I hid behind the curtains, Xiaoying entered the bedroom, carrying a plate of food. At this moment, I calmed my breathing to an extreme level. This time was different from the hospital; this time I was actually very close to the dining table, after all, my father's bedroom was much smaller than the hospital room.
Xiaoying was dressed formally, a blazer and a skirt—a typical business suit. Xiaoying was wearing an apron, so it seemed they had just been busy cooking in the kitchen. After placing the dishes on the table, Xiaoying set out the bowls and chopsticks. I had just narrowly escaped a disaster, but I dared not breathe too loudly, afraid Xiaoying would hear me. My heart was pounding, as if it might jump out of my mouth at any moment.
A little while later, my father, also wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen. After placing the dishes on the table, he gently wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and smiled slightly at Xiaoying. It was clear that the awkwardness and unfamiliarity they had felt during their afternoon alone working together had suddenly lessened considerably.
"Let's eat..." My father sat down first, handing the bowls and chopsticks to Xiaoying.
"Okay..." Xiaoying sat down as well.
Looking at the two of them, their relationship seemed much more relaxed than before, as if they had returned to a genuine father-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. Seeing that although they were close, they unintentionally maintained a proper distance. I knew I was overthinking it; perhaps nothing had actually happened between them before I arrived, and they were simply tidying up the house. I peered through the thick curtains, but being so close, and with the room so clean and brightly lit, I could still see everything behind them quite clearly, even Xiaoying and her father's expressions.
"Xiaoying, thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me tonight." Before even using his chopsticks, her father placed a bite of food on Xiaoying's plate, then poured her half a glass of red wine before starting to eat.
"You're welcome, Dad. You cooked for me; I should be thanking you." Xiaoying avoided her father's gentle gaze, accepting the wine he offered. From her father's eyes, Xiaoying understood that his feelings for her had never changed, only that reality had forced them apart.
"You've helped me all afternoon, it's only right that Dad treats you to dinner. Besides, this kind of atmosphere won't be repeated." Seeing Xiaoying avoid his gaze, the father couldn't help but feel disappointed. He sensed her distance, but who could he blame? It was simply that they hadn't met the right person at the right time.
"Dad, let's eat peacefully, don't overthink it. Let bygones be bygones. You're getting married now, and I sincerely hope you'll be happy. Really, a May-December romance is so precious." Xiaoying sensed the sadness in her father's words, and she seemed to be affected by the atmosphere, her eyes revealing a touch of melancholy and a lingering reluctance, along with a hint of reminiscence.
"Thank you, and I hope you and Jincheng can live a good life together. May you two accompany each other until old age, unlike me… Okay, eat, don't drink too much…" The father, seemingly thinking of his deceased mother, wore a look of remembrance and guilt.
The two clinked glasses and took a small sip of red wine. The two people at the table ate, but perhaps because their conversation was rather melancholic, the atmosphere was somewhat somber. Watching them eat, sipping their red wine, and enjoying the delicious food on the table, I pursed my lips. I hadn't eaten dinner yet, and to be honest, I was actually quite hungry. I could only watch them eat through the curtains, praying that my stomach wouldn't rumble and betray me.
The two people at the table fell silent, slowly eating their food. As Xiaoying ate, she looked at the room she had cleaned that afternoon, at the streamers, the brand-new furniture, the new red bedding, and the old wedding photo of her father and Aunt Zhang hanging on the wall. The reluctance and sadness in Xiaoying's eyes seemed to grow stronger, and her father felt the same way. Looking at Xiaoying, then at their surroundings, they both sighed softly in unison.
As her father's wedding drew closer, the complex emotions they had accumulated over this period seemed to be slowly releasing. The two didn't clink glasses, but each drank their own red wine, seemingly burdened by their own sorrows, trying to drown their grief in alcohol. It was clear they weren't thinking much, just using alcohol to vent and mask their inner turmoil. They didn't speak, perhaps unsure what to say. Lost in their own thoughts, they poured themselves another glass after finishing one, and before they knew it, the bottle of red wine was empty. Although the wine was relatively low in alcohol, Xiaoying and her father already had a slight flush on their faces…
Chapter 160
The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat oppressive. Xiaoying and her father barely spoke, focusing only on eating and drinking, so they were soon full.
"Have you finished eating, Dad?" Xiaoying was the first to put down her chopsticks; she had drunk about three glasses of red wine, while her father had drunk slightly more.
"Yes, I've finished eating." The father had drunk more red wine than Xiao, and his face, which had been pale lately, was now flushed.
"Okay, then I'll clean up the table, and then you can take me home by boat." Xiao stood up, preparing to clear the dishes.
Hearing that Xiao was leaving soon, the father's face showed deep reluctance, and Xiao felt the same way. She tried to avoid his gaze. Although her feelings for her father weren't as deep as his feelings for her, after so much close contact, how could her father not hold a place in her heart? Although he still couldn't compare to my position, perhaps Xiao was afraid that something unexpected might happen if she stayed any longer, so she wanted to leave early, especially since it was already 7 pm.
From their conversation at the dinner table, I could tell that Xiao stayed for dinner tonight because of the father's request. The two of them finished cleaning the house around 4 pm, and then started cooking on my way here. When I arrived, they had just finished cooking, so I was sure I hadn't missed anything before I came. Moreover, so far, their conversation had been normal, with no hint of ambiguity.
Xiaoying got up to clear the dishes, but although the red wine wasn't very strong, it had a powerful aftereffect. As soon as she stood up, the alcohol hit her, and she lost her balance and stumbled. "Bang!" Because of the stumble, she reflexively slammed her hand on the table to regain her balance.
"Careful..." Her father hadn't expected Xiaoying to almost fall and quickly caught her with both hands. The accident happened in an instant. He supported Xiaoying's hip with one hand and grabbed her other hand with the other.

Thankfully, at the last moment, Xiaoying managed to grab the table with one hand, while her father held onto her other hand. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After holding Xiaoying's hand, her father didn't immediately let go, but quietly held it, looking at her. His earlier worry had turned into infatuation and reluctance. He just looked at her, his face filled with sadness. This hand, which he had touched countless times before, this hand that had caressed his penis countless times, would be completely gone in just a few days. He held Xiaoying's hand tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time. Perhaps this was the last time he could caress her delicate hand like this.
After the initial panic subsided, she calmed down and realized her father had taken her hand. She turned her head and saw his eager, infatuated gaze. Her cheeks, already slightly flushed from drinking, turned even redder. Feeling her hand held tightly by her father, she didn't resist immediately, but felt somewhat lost and knew that their relationship was over. She let him hold her hand.
The air seemed to grow hotter at that moment. I hid behind the curtains, watching the two holding hands, my heart pounding. I had forgotten my hunger and quietly waited to see what would happen next.
Finally, Xiaoying came to her senses. After a moment of dazedness, her eyes cleared instantly. She looked at her father resolutely, then slowly withdrew her hand, a tacit rejection of him. Seeing this, the father didn't force anything, letting Xiaoying pull her hand away from his. His face was filled with deep disappointment; he knew Xiaoying wouldn't accept him anymore. All the sweet times were gone, and although this was reality, the father was somewhat unwilling to accept it.
After Xiaoying pulled her hand away, she began tidying the table, pacing back and forth between the bedroom and the kitchen. The father didn't help Xiaoying tidy up; instead, he sat pitifully on the bed, head bowed, lost in thought, his figure appearing lonely and sorrowful. Seeing Xiaoying finally pull her hand away, I breathed a sigh of relief. Although I was somewhat disappointed like the father, I also felt a touch of emotion. Xiaoying had ultimately thought of me and rejected the father.
After clearing the table, Xiaoying began sweeping and washing the dishes for her father. Perhaps the red wine made her hot, or perhaps cleaning the room was tiring; she was sweating profusely. After returning to her bedroom with the broom, she hesitated for a moment, then took off her jacket, tossed it on the bed, and began sweeping. It was clear Xiaoying was truly hot; her exposed skin was covered in sweat. The effects of the alcohol were gradually taking hold, and her skin was becoming increasingly flushed.
Unbeknownst to Xiaoying, who was cleaning the room, she was accidentally exposing herself. Underneath her jacket was a white tank top. Although it wasn't low-cut, bending over while sweeping unintentionally revealed a deep cleavage and her white breasts. The tank top was damp with sweat, revealing the outline of her black bra. Her father glanced up and saw the cleavage exposed as Xiaoying bent over, and he couldn't look away.
Xiaoying's breasts were already quite full, and now, under the camisole, her flesh and cleavage were faintly visible, giving her a hazy, delicate beauty. Even I, who had seen Xiaoying naked countless times, felt a slight erection, let alone my father. This alluring scene was more tempting than Xiaoying being completely naked; it evoked an indescribable feeling.
Just now, during dinner, my father opened the window to let in some fresh air. His hand was less than a meter away from my body, which startled me. The sound of flowing water outside drifted into the room, masking my father's increasingly heavy breathing. How could my father resist such temptation? Although I believed it was unintentional on Xiaoying's part, would my father really think it was unintentional? Under the influence of alcohol, fueled by a deep sense of reluctance and unwillingness, coupled with Xiaoying's seemingly unintentional action, if it were me, I might also have thought Xiaoying was seducing my father. But before Xiaoying took off her coat, she turned her back to her father and faced me. The helplessness, discomfort, and struggle she revealed made me realize she was genuinely uncomfortable from the heat and sweat.
Xiaoying was completely unaware that she was exposed; she was still bending over to sweep the floor. Just as she finished sweeping and straightened up, she was suddenly hugged from behind. Yes, her father, at the last moment, couldn't overcome his desire. He sat up from the bed, walked behind her, and suddenly hugged her, his hands naturally caressing her full breasts, kneading them through her bra and camisole. At the same time, his stubble-covered lips kissed the back of her neck and back.
"Ah…no, Dad, let me go, let me go!" Xiaoying cried out in surprise as her father suddenly hugged her, grabbed her breasts, and kissed her back. When she realized what was happening, she began to struggle violently, repeatedly pleading with her father to let her go.
Under the influence of alcohol and resentment, the father had lost his reason. He knew that after tonight, he might never have another chance, so he pounced on Xiao Ying recklessly, perhaps thinking she would submit. Xiao Ying's sudden resistance startled him slightly. Although he was stunned, his hands and lips did not leave her body.
The father didn't release Xiao Ying, so she could only say, "Let go," while pushing away his hands on her breasts, tilting her head back to avoid his lips. However, she wasn't as strong as her father; he was a hard-working man, and after drinking, he was even stronger. Even three Xiao Yings couldn't match his strength.
All along, except for the first time when the father forcefully penetrated her, it had always been Xiao Ying who initiated things, and the father had always been passive. Today, Xiao Ying never expected that her father would attack her so aggressively. Because of her promise to me, she resisted fiercely, expressing her refusal. But in this small bedroom, where could Xiao Ying escape to?
"Dad, don't do this! Let me go! I'll get angry if you keep doing this..." Xiaoying began to speak harshly, trying to pry her father's hands off her breasts. But his hands seemed glued to her breasts, refusing to budge.
Her father, consumed by desire and the preciousness of this opportunity, paid no heed to Xiaoying's pleas. His lips kissed her ears, neck, back, and shoulders. Although Xiaoying twisted and turned to avoid him, she couldn't escape another area, and her 34D breasts were held tightly in his hands like dough.
After several minutes of this struggle, Xiaoying was exhausted. She had no strength left. She could only temporarily give up, breathing heavily, her hands still gripping her father's. Sweat beaded on her forehead and exposed skin.
"Let...let me go, you...let...let me go. Huff...huff..." Xiaoying gasped for breath, her voice weak and feeble. The struggle had exhausted her last bit of strength, leaving her only able to let her father do as he pleased. Her hands remained tightly pressed against his, expressing her will.
Seeing that Xiaoying had no strength left, her father relaxed slightly. Although they had struggled for a long time, he was far from exhausted; he seemed to have inexhaustible energy. During their struggle, he had been pacing in circles on the bedroom floor. Every time he passed me, I longed to rush out through the curtains and help Xiaoying escape her father's clutches, but I couldn't. I couldn't go out. My body was now controlled by my thoughts, a conflicted mind at play.
Seeing that Xiaoying had no strength left, her father, still holding her, turned her around. Xiaoying was too weak to resist; her still-strong father's sudden turn left her with no time or strength to fight back. After turning Xiao Lai around, the father was now facing her.
"Mmm..." Xiao's breasts pressed against her father's body, their chests pressed tightly together. Xiao's breasts were flattened by her father's chest, and she let out a soft moan, whether from arousal or lingering fatigue, it was unclear.
As if afraid Xiao would escape, the father held her tightly, pressing her body against his. At this moment, Xiao's face was covered in sweat, her eyes slightly open due to drunkenness and exhaustion. The father looked at Xiao's exquisitely beautiful face and her cherry-red cheeks, swallowed, and then quickly kissed her lips.
However, Xiao's resistance had not yet dissipated, and she instantly turned her head away from her father's kiss. The father missed Xiao's lips and instead kissed her cheek. Xiao used one hand to push her father's head away, but the strength of her hand was no match for the strength of her father's neck. Her father's lips kissed her cheeks and earlobes, then began to explore Xiaoying's lips.
His arms, which were wrapped around her, moved downwards. Finally, taking advantage of Xiaoying's distraction as she tried to avoid his kisses, he grabbed the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up, instantly revealing her panties and the top of her stockings. Because Xiaoying had come straight from work today, she was still wearing the black suspender stockings she wore to work. The stockings were black, only reaching her upper thighs, and each pair had two straps connecting to the waistband of her panties. The stockings themselves had a lingerie feel, and the stockings and panties were a set. When covered by her work skirt, they looked like ordinary stockings, but lifting the skirt revealed a completely different scene and a seductive allure. I loved seeing Xiaoying wear these stockings; unexpectedly, she was wearing them today as well. Xiaoying's underwear and stockings at this moment were incredibly alluring.
"Ah... um..." Feeling her lower body being exposed, Xiaoying couldn't help but cry out, frantically trying to distract herself. But in that instant, her father seized the opportunity, his lips capturing Xiaoying's cherry-like mouth. His stubble-covered mouth began to suckle tightly, while his hands, through her panties and stockings, began to rub her buttocks... Chapter
161 The Hunt
"Sizzle sizzle..." As her father successfully captured Xiaoying's red lips, the sounds of kissing filled the air. Standing behind the curtains, watching two mouths with completely different shapes and skins locked together, I felt a sudden pang of pain in my heart. Although I had seen it countless times on surveillance cameras, this was the first time I had truly witnessed it with my own eyes. Seeing my beloved wife's red lips being tasted by another man felt like I had lost something precious. Standing behind the curtains for who knows how long, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I was truly deceiving myself. This scene had happened so many times before; I should have accepted it long ago. What was the use of heartache now? All along, I had personally created opportunities for them, while I hid away, heartbroken. Wasn't I just asking for it?
After her father sucked on her lips, Xiaoying initially tried to turn away, but her lips were being forcefully sucked and held tightly. After twisting back and forth several times, she couldn't escape. Perhaps due to the pain from her father's sucking, her long, slender eyebrows furrowed slightly. Coupled with her father kneading her buttocks, and the fact that her husband hadn't given her enough sex in a long time, Xiaoying seemed lost after a long period of intimacy. Slowly, she gave up resisting. Sensing that Xiaoying had given up resisting, her father softened his kisses, gently savoring her sweet saliva.
The two were still passionately kissing. Knowing how precious tonight was, her father cherished it immensely, and he quickened his pace. The hands that had been kneading Xiaoying's buttocks released their grip. The two buttocks, now exposed again, each bore a faint red handprint, a testament to the force of the father's kneading. His hands slowly moved upwards, one hand aiming to find the zipper of Xiaoying's skirt and slowly pull it down. Meanwhile, he focused intently on Xiaoying's red lips, afraid she might suddenly regain her senses. As the zipper was pulled open, his hands briefly left her body, and the skirt, now free of its restraint, slid down her waist and piled at her feet. He
knew Xiaoying wasn't completely lost in the moment, so she wouldn't lift her feet to let the skirt fall completely off. Instead, he tightly embraced her waist, lifting her body sharply upwards, her feet leaving the ground. After picking up Xiaoying, her father turned her around slightly, and Xiaoying's legs were completely freed from her short skirt. With a slight kick, he tossed her skirt aside.
The instant her father lifted her from the ground, Xiaoying was startled awake by his sudden action, instantly recognizing the familiar scent of his breath. She had rested for a while and regained some strength. Taking advantage of her father's focus on removing her skirt, she forcefully shoved him with both hands. "Pop..." Her father stumbled from the sudden push, almost falling, and their mouths parted sharply, making a loud sound like a cork popping from a wine bottle.
The father, caught off guard and nearly falling, was startled, and so was I. Because after turning around with Xiaoying in his arms, her back was facing away from me. He had almost fallen backward, nearly hitting me, but thankfully he regained his balance at the last moment, his back only about ten centimeters away from mine. If my father had bumped into me and sensed me behind the curtains, the consequences would have been unimaginable. I broke out in a cold sweat; thank goodness.
Xiaoying suddenly broke free from her father's grasp and ran towards the bedside. She wanted to retrieve her skirt and coat; she hadn't given up resisting, seemingly clinging to the last shred of reason in her devotion to my promise. But at this moment, my father was already at his wit's end. He knew this well; what was the point of worrying now that he'd already done it?
Xiaoying reached the bedside and bent down to pick up her coat, but just as she bent over, before she could even reach it, her father, who had rushed over, grabbed her hips tightly with both hands. In that instant when Xiaoying turned and ran to the bedside, my father finally noticed the stockings she was wearing. For an older generation, perhaps it was the first time he'd ever seen such sensual and alluring stockings. The father, still somewhat conscious after being pushed away by Xiaoying, instantly turned green with lust the moment he saw Xiaoying's stockings and lower body clearly. In that instant, he transformed from a human into a wolf. He pounced on his prey, grabbing her tightly.
Caught off guard, Xiaoying was thrown forward by her father's thrust, her hands involuntarily landing on the bed. Taking advantage of this rare opening, her father gripped Xiaoying's hips, squatted down, and pressed his mouth against Xiaoying's buttocks, clad in sexy panties and stockings, kissing and sucking frantically. Xiaoying's buttocks were very delicate, neither taut nor loose. Her father's mouth kissed her buttocks, occasionally nibbling at her flesh.
"Ah..." Xiaoying let out a soft cry, then straightened up, placing her hands on her hips, trying to remove her father's hands. But even with all her strength restored, Xiaoying was no match for her father. Since she was already leaning against the bed, there was nowhere left to escape. Xiaoying could only struggle helplessly. Standing behind the curtains, I saw all this and knew that it was only a matter of time before Xiaoying fell into her father's clutches.
Xiaoying's buttocks were covered with lip prints and traces of her father's saliva. At this moment, her father suddenly noticed that the inner pocket of Xiaoying's sexy panties was specially made. Like the stockings, the front and back of the inner pocket were connected to the waistband of Xiaoying's panties, with only one snap fastener. Her father's eyes lit up. If he could just unfasten the snaps, Xiaoying's panty pocket could be removed independently. That way, even without taking off Xiaoying's panties and stockings, he could easily…
Taking advantage of Xiaoying's struggle, her father aimed and instantly unfastened the front snap with one hand, while the back snap was bitten off by her father with his teeth. In less than two seconds, Xiaoying's underwear pockets were undone by her father. Caught off guard, Xiaoying had no time to react.
She knew her last shred of modesty was gone. Like prey about to fall into a tiger's jaws, she began a final struggle—life or death, a moment of life or death. Suddenly, a burst of strength welled up in Xiaoying's eyes, and she abruptly shifted to the left, instantly escaping her father's clutches. However, she didn't realize that although her underwear pockets had been undone, they hadn't fallen completely due to her legs being clamped between them. Her father held one side, intending to rip off her last piece of clothing. But Xiaoying's sudden turn allowed him to pull the pockets off without lifting a finger.
Having escaped her father's clutches again, Xiaoying suddenly felt a chill in her lower body, realizing her last vestige of privacy had been exposed. She panicked, trying to cover her exposed vulva and pubic hair with her hands. However, covering her genitals inadvertently slowed her escape. She had only taken a couple of steps when her father caught her again. Xiaoying hadn't gone far to begin with, only two steps away from her father. He threw away the piece of underwear from her pocket, then, still crouching, took two quick steps and grabbed her waist again, his mouth pressing against hers once more.
"Ah...uh..." Xiaoying let out a gasp, which quickly turned into a soft moan. This time, her father pounced on her, not attacking her buttocks again, but instead using his mouth to tightly suck on her vulva from behind. "Sizzle..." Her father grabbed Xiaoying's crotch and began to frantically taste her labia and vulva. The moment her father suddenly kissed her vulva, Xiaoying's legs and whole body trembled slightly. The sudden stimulation made her body go weak, and she almost fell. Her father seemed to want to destroy Xiaoying's last shred of reason. He vigorously plowed into Xiaoying's vulva with his mouth and tongue, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vagina and stirring it around. Each time her father sucked hard, Xiaoying's body would tremble.
However, her father underestimated Xiaoying's determination at this moment. Although the feeling of her vulva being sucked by her father was pleasurable, her promise to him, the difficulty of reconciling with her husband, and her final promise to remain faithful to him meant that Xiaoying had not yet given up resisting. After a moment of weakness, she struggled forward again. Although her father was much stronger, he was crouching, unable to exert his full strength. So Xiaoying successfully took a step forward. This time, without the bed obstructing her, she began to move forward with difficulty. However, her father's mouth seemed glued to her vaginal opening. With each step Xiaoying took, her father crouched and moved forward as well. For every meter Xiaoying moved forward, he moved forward; when Xiaoying stopped, her father stopped too. In short, his mouth never left Xiaoying's vagina, not even for a moment. Xiaoying thus "dragged" her father, struggling to draw circles in the bedroom.
Standing behind the curtains, watching this scene, I couldn't help but think of a scene I had seen in "Animal World." When African spotted hyenas hunt, because their canines are short, they cannot kill their prey by biting their necks like lions and tigers. Instead, hyenas hunt by disemboweling their prey. They use their gaping maw to bite down hard on the rear of their prey. For females, they bite the anus; for males, they bite the genitals or testicles. Since hyenas typically prey on large herbivores like wildebeest and buffalo, it's common to see a hyena on the African savanna, viciously biting a wildebeest's anus or genitals from behind, dragging it across the plains despite its struggles. The hyena refuses to release its grip until the wildebeest is exhausted or eventually pulls its entrails out through the anus and genitals. Hyenas usually eat from the rear, working their way up to the head, so often the prey is still alive even after being half-eaten, creating a very gruesome scene. (You can search online; there are plenty of videos. However, the scenes are very bloody, so if you have a weak stomach, I advise you not to watch.)
Seeing this scene, Xiaoying seemed to become the wildebeest, and her father the African hyena. He fiercely "bite" Xiaoying's genitals, refusing to let go, letting her drag him around the bedroom. This scene would continue until Xiaoying was exhausted, perhaps until her father finally penetrated her completely. And the moment Xiaoying gave up resistance and was penetrated by her father would be the moment Xiaoying, the prey, was eaten by her father, the hyena…
Finally, Xiaoying escaped to the window. After struggling for so long, she was exhausted again. She braced her hands on the windowsill through the curtains where I was, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against the windowsill. Because only her abdomen and hands were on the windowsill, I could clearly see Xiaoying's slender, white arms and perfectly flat abdomen through the curtains. Xiaoying's head was still outside the curtains, so she couldn't see me behind them. At that moment, I was numb. I was no longer afraid of being discovered. All I wanted to do was focus on watching this hunting competition of capture and escape.
Xiaoying was exhausted. She had run to the windowsill in a panic and had nowhere to escape. My father, the leopard, was about to win. He was about to enjoy the prey he had captured with great effort. Xiaoying's body and her arm on the windowsill were less than 30 centimeters away from me behind the curtains. I could even smell the fragrance emanating from Xiaoying's body...
Chapter 162
I hid behind the curtains, watching my father and Xiaoying so close. I heard the "slurping" sounds of my father sucking on Xiaoying's nipple, Xiaoying's increasingly seductive moans, and my father's heavy breathing and groans. Although I had seen my father and Xiaoying have sex many times in videos, this time felt so real.
The father was vigorously performing oral sex on Xiaoying, his face covered in moisture—it was hard to tell if it was his saliva or Xiaoying's vaginal fluid, or perhaps both. He licked with great effort, relentlessly eroding Xiaoying's last shred of reason. His efforts were not in vain; with nowhere to escape, Xiaoying could only passively enjoy everything her father was giving her, her hands gripping the windowsill. With each sucking sound, Xiaoying's legs trembled, trembling in rhythm with his sucking. Xiaoying's face flushed, her lust slowly eroding her reason. She bit her lower lip, temporarily giving up the struggle, as the physical pleasure betrayed her.
Sensing that Xiaoying had given up, the father released her from her hips. However, his hands didn't stray too far from her crotch, afraid that if she struggled again, he would have enough time to restrain her once more. Father's worries were unnecessary. Xiaoying, her hips freed, didn't struggle. Instead, she began to tremble, enjoying herself. Xiaoying was a woman with a strong sex drive, and after holding back for so long, while I hadn't properly satisfied her, her ability to resist for so long was beyond my expectations.

Father sensed that Xiaoying would no longer struggle. His mouth left her vulva, moving upwards along her labia to kiss her anus. Because Xiaoying's buttocks were very full, they blocked his face. Father had to use his free hands to forcefully pry open Xiaoying's buttocks. As her white buttocks were spread apart, Xiaoying's pink anus and vulva were revealed beneath him. Father reluctantly lingered his lips and tongue between her vulva and anus, carefully tasting and servicing them. Xiaoying's moans grew louder. How much reason did she have left? Perhaps it had all vanished.
Father left Xiaoying's anus and began to move upwards, finally kissing Xiaoying's slender waist, leaving a trail of wet saliva along the way. As his mouth moved upwards, his body slowly began to stand up. As he stood up, Father used both hands to undo his trousers and belt. He was wearing very little clothing; once his trousers were undone, his underwear was exposed. Freed from the belt's restraint, Father pushed his trousers and underwear down below his crotch and let go, allowing them to fall freely to his ankles. After lifting his legs, his trousers and underwear easily came off.
At this moment, Father's lower body was completely naked, and his enormous 22-centimeter penis was now fully exposed. This was the first time I had truly seen Father's penis, and at such close range. Seeing it so clearly now, I truly realized how magnificent Father's penis was. Compared to mine, my penis was simply not in the same league. Only then did I feel Father's magnificence and my own insignificance.
At this moment, amidst the father's thick, black pubic hair, his 22-centimeter penis was fully erect. Having abstained for so long, he was impatient. His dark, hairy testicles sagged below his penis, bulging, indicating that the recent period of abstinence had filled them with semen, awaiting release and eruption. Xiaoying, however, was still lost in enjoying her father's kisses. Perhaps she hadn't yet sensed the impending "danger," still foolishly enjoying herself, lost in the moment.
The father's glans was already oozing fluid, dripping onto the floor Xiaoying had just swept clean. His penis was fully prepared for penetration. After pulling down his own pants, the father began to lift Xiaoying's tank top from her slender waist. As time slowly passed, Xiaoying's jade-like back was gradually revealed, finally showing the back clasp of her bra. When the father lifted the tank top to her arms, because Xiaoying was leaning against the windowsill, he couldn't completely remove it. Forcing it off would risk causing trouble. The father had to temporarily give up. After kissing Xiaoying's back for a while, he prepared to penetrate her, as I saw him use one hand to guide his glans.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but admire the father's caution. Removing Xiaoying's tank top and bra now might cause her to regain her senses and struggle. Only by shattering her last illusion and making her despair could she truly submit and allow the father to obediently enjoy her. The best way to shatter her last shred of illusion and drive her to despair was to completely penetrate her, to utterly possess her. Only after she was completely subjugated could he remove her suspenders and bra.
Behind the curtains, watching my father, his penis poised to penetrate his beloved Xiaoying, who remained oblivious, I felt a burning urge within me. My body was hot, my heart pounded, and I felt as if I were about to suffocate. Looking at Xiaoying's face so close, still lost in her own world, unaware of the impending danger, I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a desperate urge to warn her: her father was about to penetrate her, why wasn't she resisting? I was frantic, yet powerless to do anything for Xiaoying.
When the head of my father's penis pressed against Xiaoying's vulva, the instant the wet glans touched her wet vulva, Xiaoying, lost in her own world, suddenly opened her eyes. She finally felt the intense heat of the foreign object at her vulva. This object was completely different from her father's mouth. She finally realized what it was and what was about to happen. She quickly turned her head to look behind her, only to find her father holding her slender waist with one hand and her penis with the other. His egg-sized glans was already pressed against her vulva. Her father had somehow managed to remove his pants and underwear, his penis fully exposed, ready to penetrate. The moment
Xiaoying saw her father's penis, her first expression was one of reverie and ecstasy, for this ugly penis had brought her countless pleasures and joys. But after a brief moment of reverie and ecstasy, Xiaoying immediately panicked, realizing her current predicament. Her father, head down, was aiming his penis at his target, completely unaware that Xiaoying was awake and watching everything. After pressing the glans against Xiaoying's vulva, her father released his grip, took a deep breath, and began to thrust in, preparing to plunge it all the way in. The reason he removed his hand from holding the penis was because he was afraid that it would become an obstacle and a burden during penetration. Only without any obstruction could it be fully inserted.
"No..." Seeing her father take a deep breath and begin to thrust his hips, Xiaoying realized that she was about to be fully penetrated by him. The last shred of reason she had mustered at this moment prevented her from giving up her final struggle. After letting out a scream, she instantly lowered her hips, but her father suddenly thrust forward, and as a result, the glans of his penis lost its target due to Xiaoying's dodging. The glans of her father's penis slid over Xiaoying's labia and anus, and then along Xiaoying's buttocks, it rushed towards Xiaoying's waist.
"Smack..." The father's hips collided with Xiaoying's buttocks, but he failed to penetrate. The shaft of his penis was embedded between Xiaoying's buttocks and cleft, and the glans of his penis was still exposed to the air. Seeing that Xiaoying had regained consciousness and realizing he hadn't succeeded in penetrating her, the father sighed in disappointment, much like a husband suddenly feeling sexually aroused and wanting to have sex with his wife, only to find she had started menstruating.
The father sighed in disappointment, while Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had escaped a close call. Having escaped unscathed, Xiaoying struggled again, but the father used his hips to forcefully press against her buttocks, fixing her lower body in place. He then began to control her upper body again, and another unequal struggle began.
Xiaoying's repeated resistance and struggle, coupled with the disappointment of not being able to penetrate her at the last moment, finally caused a hint of anger in the usually mild-mannered father—perhaps emboldened by alcohol. The father began to forcefully control Xiaoying, displaying a manly spirit that wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal.
Finally, perhaps having lost his last bit of patience, he slammed Xiaoying against the windowsill with his hips. His hands, which had been resisting Xiaoying, suddenly shifted their target. He forcefully grabbed Xiaoying's long, slender leg and lifted it high, forcing her into a one-legged stance. Xiaoying, who had been resisting her father, instantly lost her balance and had to grab the windowsill with both hands. With
one leg raised high by her father, and his hand supporting her knee, Xiaoying was forced into a sideways position. Her body and face shifted accordingly, facing the raised leg—which was exactly where I was looking. I could clearly see Xiaoying's face and body. Her face was flushed, and her forehead was covered in sweat. Her suspenders had been pushed up to her armpits, revealing her black bra and full, white breasts. Her lower body was bare except for a pair of stockings that exposed her crotch. Her sparsely haired vulva was slightly parted as her father lifted one thigh high, revealing a sticky, clear fluid constantly seeping from between her labia.
Some time had passed since her father had performed oral sex on her, and the fluid was undoubtedly vaginal secretions, unmixed with her father's saliva. It seemed that after her father's recent ministrations, Xiaoying was already aroused; her body's reaction betrayed her. Only her inner obsession kept her from making a final struggle and maintaining her rationality.
Positioned this way by her father, one hand gripped the windowsill, the other pushing against his chest. She hadn't given up, still struggling. But in her lustful eyes, despair and regret were now evident. She probably already knew that today, there was no escape. Perhaps at this moment, she felt a deep regret: why had she agreed to stay for dinner with her father? Why had she taken off that coat? Why had she worn those stockings today…?
Everything was in vain; everything was already set in stone. I wanted to close my eyes; I couldn't bear to see Xiaoying completely devoured. I couldn't face it all. But this was a rare opportunity, the first time I'd witnessed my father and Xiaoying being intimate. I forced myself to overcome my weakness and strained my eyes to watch.
My father held Xiaoying's legs with one hand and his penis with the other, using his broad, dark chest to resist Xiaoying's increasingly weak hand. This time, my father was going to speed things up, to be decisive. He guided his penis to Xiaoying's vulva and thrust his hips forward. Xiaoying's thighs were lifted high by my father, her vagina wide open, lubricating fluid flowing out. All the conditions were in place.
"No..." came Xiaoying's last weak protest. With a sudden burst of power from his hips, the force traveled through his waist to his penis, and finally to the egg-sized glans. Lubricated by their love juices, the father's glans parted Xiaoying's labia and disappeared into her vagina. At the moment of penetration, Xiaoying could only let out a final, desperate moan…
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At that moment, because Xiaoying was facing me sideways, I could clearly see her face, her spread legs, and her vulva. I saw that my father had already inserted his penis. Seeing the despair in Xiaoying's tearful eyes, I knew that at this moment, her inner resolve and the promise she had made to me were ruthlessly broken and destroyed by my father. Tears streamed down Xiaoying's face, and her whole body trembled. It was clear that although she struggled and resisted, her body had been anticipating this for a long time, as could be seen from the lubrication flowing from her vulva.
Perhaps because her father had already penetrated her, and it was a fait accompli, or perhaps because she knew that struggling was futile, Xiaoying gave up struggling and resisting the moment her father's penis entered her vagina. After her father inserted his penis, the long-lost tightness and warmth brought him extreme pleasure. "Oh..." my father couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure unique to men. After a brief moment of enjoyment, my father began to penetrate deeper again in one go.
Because the father's penis was a full 22 centimeters long, he had to take a small step forward to close the distance between his body and Xiaoying's, making penetration easier. As he took that step, his hips slowly thrust forward. His testicles and pubic hair drew ever closer to Xiaoying's labia. After so many sexual encounters, Xiaoying's vagina had long since adapted to and accepted the father's large size. As the father penetrated deeper, Xiaoying's body trembled; her long-itching vulva was now completely possessed…
"Thud…" With a dull thud, the father's penis finally reached its full length, his thick, dark pubic hair pressing tightly against Xiaoying's hips. There was no gap between their hips; their pubic hair was intertwined, and only a trickle of sticky, sticky fluid continuously flowed from between their tightly pressed hips, wetting their pubic hair and bodies.
"Ah..." As her father's penis plunged in completely, Xiaoying let out a soft moan, a moan that contained three parts despair and seven parts pleasure. Xiaoying's red lips parted slightly, exhaling a fragrant breath. I was so close to her that the fragrance from Xiaoying's mouth wafted into my nostrils through the curtains; that fragrance was so familiar and intoxicating. Looking at their hips pressed tightly together, I knew that a long, ugly, thick penis had already entered Xiaoying's body, the glans probably already inside her uterus, only contained and hidden by her vagina. After
her father had penetrated completely, he didn't immediately pull out and start thrusting. Instead, he held Xiaoying's legs with one hand and groped back and forth on her slender waist with the other, savoring the pleasure of his entire penis being enveloped by Xiaoying's tight, wet vagina. That feeling captivated him and made him reluctant to let go. Feeling my father's slight trembling and the gentle furrowing of his thick eyebrows, I could sense that Xiaoying's vaginal walls were constantly contracting and expanding, unintentionally massaging and caressing his glans and shaft, adjusting the space and capacity of her vaginal walls to receive his penis with the most suitable force and tightness.
Sensing that Xiaoying had completely given up resisting, my father opened his eyes, a slight smile appearing on his face. He withdrew his hand from Xiaoying's slender waist, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. This achievement was hard-won, but ultimately, he had succeeded. Watching the two of them through the curtains, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me. My penis, uncooperatively erect and fully erect, was clearly showing signs of a pre-existing erection. I was certain my crotch was already pitching a small tent. Unfortunately, the current situation didn't allow me to masturbate; otherwise, perhaps I could find some relief and comfort.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, my father lifted Xiaoying's legs slightly with the hand that had been supporting them. This was to allow Xiaoying's vulva to open slightly more, creating more space so as not to hinder his future physical contact and movements. Seeing my father lift her legs, I sensed he wasn't using much force; perhaps Xiaoying unintentionally cooperated by raising her legs as well.
"Oh..." With a groan escaping their lips as if in unison, my father gently arched his hips back, his penis, which had been fully inserted into Xiaoying's body, being pulled out inch by inch. The penis, soaked by the walls of Xiaoying's vagina for so long, was finally exposed again. The veined shaft was covered in their love fluids. When only the glans remained, my father took a deep breath, then forcefully and rapidly thrust his penis back into Xiaoying's vagina, almost instantly. "Pfft..." A muffled sound of air being expelled rang out, like a fart. The fluid on my father's penis instantly gathered at the entrance of Xiaoying's vagina. White foam oozed from their pubic hair, rubbing together.
The loud, farting sound seemed to have excited the father; a lewd glint appeared in his eyes after hearing it, as if the sound had incredibly stimulated his sexual nerves. After fully penetrating again, the father took a breath and began to pull out. "Oh..." As his penis was withdrawn again, only Xiaoying groaned, while the father, completely absorbed, began his performance. "Pop
..." When only the glans remained, I expected him to fully penetrate again, but to my surprise, he stretched his shaft straight, then the glans stretched Xiaoying's vaginal opening into a perfectly round shape, before making a sound like a cork being opened—he pulled the glans out as well. The father had finally managed to penetrate.
Why pull out now? A change of heart? Absolutely not. I could only watch to find the answer. As her father's penis completely withdrew from her vagina, Xiaoying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, whether she hadn't fully accepted it or simply couldn't bear to see her father's ugly face, she hadn't opened her eyes since his penetration. With his penis completely withdrawn, Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief, but her slightly furrowed brows betrayed a hint of reluctance and disappointment at his departure. Normally, after her father's penis was withdrawn, Xiaoying should have struggled again, but instead, she cooperated by remaining motionless in her original position, seemingly waiting for her father's penis to re-enter.
Seeing Xiaoying like this, I knew that although she hadn't fully accepted it, she would no longer resist or struggle. The long-awaited sex had convinced and defeated her physical desires. "Pfft..." With a sound like a fart, her father, having just pulled the glans out of Xiaoying's vagina, while it was still pressed against the vaginal opening, thrust his hips forward and quickly inserted the glans and half of his shaft back into her vagina. Because of the father's thick glans and shaft, after insertion into Xiaoying's vagina, there was not a single gap between the shaft and the vaginal wall. Furthermore, the father's insertion was so resolute and rapid that the air inside Xiaoying's vagina was quickly expelled by his penis. The air struggled to squeeze through a tiny gap between the vaginal wall and the shaft, then escaped from the vaginal opening, making a lewd sound like farting.
The father particularly liked this sound. After this crisp, farting sound, "Pop..." he quickly pulled his penis completely out of Xiaoying's vagina again, then thrust his hips forward and quickly inserted the glans and half of the shaft, "Plop..." another lewd sound rang out. The father began to grasp the rhythm. "Plop..." "Pop..." "Plop..." "Pop..." "Pop..." "Pop..." "Pop..." "Pop..." Two unusual sounds began to ring out continuously. The father's penis and Xiaoying's vaginal opening seemed to fit perfectly, because every time the father pulled out and inserted, it was incredibly precise, without the slightest misalignment in direction or position.
Standing behind the curtains, I was less than half a meter away from my father and Xiaoying. Watching how familiar my father was with Xiaoying's body, how perfectly in sync they were, my jealousy reached its peak. Those lewd sounds, like farts, constantly stimulated my brain. I kept telling myself that the sound was from my father's penis rubbing against Xiaoying's vagina, but the "plop," "plop," "plop" sounds kept assaulting me, pounding against my last line of defense. Through the curtains, I saw my father's thick penis repeatedly withdrawing and penetrating Xiaoying's vagina. My father's penis felt like a bayonet, and Xiaoying's vagina felt like my heart. The bayonet kept piercing deep into my heart, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out… My heart was bleeding profusely.
With each thrust and withdrawal of her father, unusual sounds of intercourse echoed in the quiet newlywed bedroom. His complete withdrawal and rapid thrusting brought Xiaoying intense stimulation. At first, she could clench her teeth to suppress her moans, but after several repetitions, Xiaoying opened her red lips, letting out soft, cat-like moans in sync with her father's rhythm. The sound, like a fart, excited her father but made Xiaoying feel embarrassed. The moans, echoing between them, sounded so lewd. Xiaoying involuntarily shook her hair slightly, as if in silent protest against her father, but he seemed to enjoy it, continuing his playful thrusting and withdrawing.
Her father's insertion brought her pleasure; his withdrawal left her reluctant. At this moment, her father, unintentionally playing with her, was also destroying the last shred of Xiaoying's rationality, leaving her constantly struggling between reason and desire. This was evident in her constantly biting and releasing her red lips, and in the slight twisting of her delicate eyebrows.
Xiaoying seemed unable to endure the torment any longer. Completely aroused, she needed her father's frenzied and vigorous stimulation to quickly satisfy her. Just as her father was about to pull out his penis and thrust it back in again, his hips arched backward, and his penis began to withdraw. But when only the glans remained, he couldn't pull it out any further. The delicate hand that had been gently pushing against his chest had moved to his waist and hips, using its remaining strength to hook around his hips, preventing him from fully withdrawing his penis. The scene seemed to freeze at that moment.
Her father stood there dumbfounded, his hips jutting out. His penis was stretched straight, only the glans inside. Xiaoying's hand was hooked around his hips, but she didn't open her eyes. The two remained motionless in that position. Looking at this frozen scene, my eyes stung, and tears welled up. Wife, after struggling for so long, at the last moment, you still succumbed, you still accepted, you still couldn't wait. Everything, at this moment, was thrown to the back of your mind. Is it temporary, or permanent? ...
I can think of these things, and how could your father not think of them? His face was filled with extreme excitement; the meaning behind Xiaoying's actions didn't need to be explained. He took a deep breath, "Pfft..." He didn't disappoint Xiaoying; he quickly plunged his penis back into the deepest part of her vagina, and then, holding one of her thighs, began to thrust rapidly back and forth, "Slap slap slap..." Their hips began to collide repeatedly. One of his hands was on Xiaoying's knee, but now it wasn't just holding her thigh; it was chasing after it. The leg that had been raised began to rise higher and higher with his thrusts, until it was perfectly straight. The raised leg and the leg on the ground formed a straight line, creating a perfect split. Xiaoying could dance, so doing the splits was a piece of cake for her. Her father's other hand reached for Xiaoying's exposed breasts, which were covered by her bra. He caressed and kneaded them, moving back and forth between them without favoritism.
Rolling white, viscous foam was squeezed out from between their rubbing genitals, finally dripping onto the ground. "Ahhh..." As Xiaoying loosened her teeth and began to let out high-pitched, cat-like moans, I knew that their true intercourse had just begun.
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True Sex Begins at This Moment. Finally, her father freed his hands; without his help, Xiaoying took the impact of his perfect splits. "Slap slap slap..." "Smack smack smack..." The sounds of their groins colliding and their genitals rubbing together constantly reached my ears, which were so close at hand.
"Hahaha..." Xiaoying had forgotten to moan, or perhaps she didn't want to moan and let her father know how utterly lost she was. She temporarily stopped moaning, her red lips slightly parted, taking deep breaths with her father's thrusts. The fragrance from her mouth kept wafting into my nose through the window.
Her father thrust his hips vigorously, his penis moving back and forth in Xiaoying's incredibly wet vagina. Slowly, Xiaoying might have gotten tired. The hand that had been hooking around her father's hips slowly withdrew, finally supporting herself on the ankle of her raised leg, using her hand to support her splits.
Her father's hands weren't idle. One hand caressed Xiaoying's breasts through her bra, while the other began to stroke her stockinged thighs. While he was having sex with Xiaoying, he was also leering at her lower body, which was clad in stockings. His thick penis kept going in and out of Xiaoying's vagina through the loose stockings and panties. My father's eyes were fixed on Xiaoying's sexy stockings, his excitement unprecedented. It was then that I realized he had a stocking fetish. While I also liked stockings, it was just a fondness; I wasn't as obsessed as my father. Perhaps he hadn't even realized this about himself before.
"Ahhh..." When my father couldn't resist bringing his mouth close, kissing and licking Xiaoying's stockinged thighs with his lips and tongue, Xiaoying finally couldn't help but moan loudly again. My father greedily kissed Xiaoying's stockinged thighs, his saliva soaking the stockings, leaving wet streaks. Xiaoying held onto her thigh with one hand, maintaining a split, and used the other hand to hold onto the windowsill for balance, while my father, oblivious, selfishly enjoyed Xiaoying's body.
Watching the two so close, watching their frenzied intercourse, the feeling was more real than ever before; the scene before my eyes was an unparalleled visual shock. I tried to suppress my racing heart and regulate my breathing. I knew that if the bedroom were quiet, my heartbeat and breathing would be heard by others. Thankfully, the sounds of my father and Xiaoying's intercourse, along with their moans and gasps, masked everything. I instinctively clutched the curtains to cover one side of my body, because Xiaoying's eyes were closed. If she opened them and regained her senses, she might see me behind the curtains, since she was facing me and so close.
Looking at Xiaoying's face, her brows furrowed with excitement, her tightly bitten lower lip, those familiar and frenzied moans—everything so familiar now seemed utterly foreign. And my father—tonight, he had finally acted like a man while sober, taking the initiative to force himself on Xiaoying again. Oh no, not sober this time, since he was drunk, emboldened and aroused by alcohol.
Did it hurt? Of course, but wasn't all of this something I had deliberately orchestrated? If I didn't want to, I could have simply told Xiaoying I wasn't going on the business trip, and that would have stopped it all. So I guess I like this heart-wrenching, agonizing feeling. After all, I can't lie to myself about what I've actually done; the only thing I can deceive myself about is my own unwillingness to admit it. Is it exciting? Definitely. Right now, my penis, hidden in my pants, is already secreting prostatic fluid from its urethral opening. I can already feel my underwear getting wet; it's probably already left a damp patch on my crotch through my underwear and outer pants. It's just a pity that I can't take my little brother out to comfort it; I can only let it stay there, drooling.
Watching my father and Xiaoying relentlessly unleash their sexual desires, while I struggled to suppress mine behind the curtains, the contrast was excruciating. I could only slowly move my other hand, gently rubbing my crotch, caressing my penis through my pants.
"Ah..." With a violent thrust from my father, Xiaoying let out a high-pitched moan. No one would disturb them tonight, so they were becoming increasingly unrestrained. I believed Xiaoying's moan, carried far into the night through the open door, but this was a secluded paradise; even if the moan were heard, it would be drowned out by the wind and the rushing river outside.
After his powerful thrust, my father plunged his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina, then remained motionless. Had he ejaculated? Only about five minutes had passed since penetration. Given Xiaoying's split position and the stimulation of her stockings, it was possible he had ejaculated so quickly. But I was wrong. I observed my father's scrotum and found that his penis hadn't contracted, and his expression indicated that he hadn't ejaculated.
After stopping, my father withdrew his hands and began to remove Xiaoying's remaining suspenders. However, Xiaoying's hands were supporting her on the windowsill and her thighs, blocking everything. My father gently pushed Xiaoying's suspenders back and forth, seemingly hinting at something. Xiaoying didn't open her eyes, but instead withdrew her hands, using the support of my father's deeply inserted penis to balance her body, and then stretched her arms upwards. What this posture meant was self-evident. My father excitedly followed Xiaoying's raised and stretched-out arms, pulled off Xiaoying's suspenders, and then turned around and threw them onto the bed.
After my father removed Xiaoying's suspenders, her arms remained stretched out, not lowered. What was she going to do? Before I could figure it out, my father already understood. "Click..." After removing Xiaoying's tank top, her father reached behind her with one hand, pinched the back clasp of her bra, and gently squeezed it open. After countless intimate encounters with Xiaoying, her father was now quite adept at undressing her.
It turned out that after her father removed the tank top, Xiaoying remained in the same position, allowing her father to remove her bra directly. I hadn't immediately grasped this, but her father did. They say the quickest way to enter a woman's heart is through her vagina, and that's absolutely true. Were her father and Xiaoying now truly connected? Watching all this, my jealousy intensified.
As her tank top and bra were removed by her father, Xiaoying's 34D white breasts were finally exposed to the air, firm and perfectly shaped, without any sagging. The father didn't thrust again, nor did he immediately touch Xiaoying's breasts. Instead, his eyes lingered excitedly on Xiaoying's breasts and stockings, his excitement and fascination growing stronger.
At this moment, Xiaoying's thighs, which were standing on the ground, began to tremble slightly. Perhaps she was tired of standing, having already been in a "one-legged stance" for five or six minutes, and the intense intercourse had left her body weak. The father sensed this, and a hint of tenderness and heartache appeared in his eyes. He slowly lowered Xiaoying's raised leg, and the splits disappeared. During this process, the father supported Xiaoying's upper body, then helped her off the windowsill, straightening her body so that she was facing him. Xiaoying cooperated perfectly throughout, and due to the length and thickness of the father's penis, it never slipped out of her vagina.
"Oh..." Xiaoying straightened her body, finally touching the ground with both feet. The instant her feet touched the ground, the father's entire body thrust forward. Xiaoying, supported by her father, leaned against the window. Her face, which had been turned towards me, was now turned sideways. Through the curtains, I could clearly see the curves of her body: her perfectly proportioned breasts, slender waist, shapely hips, and defined S-curve.
Now, with her hips against the windowsill, she was facing her father, his chest pressed tightly against her breasts, flattening them instantly. "Oh…" her father groaned in pleasure, feeling the touch of her breasts against his chest.
"Thump thump thump…" he began to thrust, making love to Xiaoying while they stood facing each other. This position was thanks to the length of his penis, much like how they used to waltz while making love. With my penis's length, I could never achieve this. Watching all this, I couldn't help but lament the injustice of fate. Why hadn't I, as his son, inherited this superior gene from my father?
The father and Xiaoying's abdomens pounded against each other. The father's arms encircled Xiaoying's back and slender waist, thrusting his hips forward relentlessly. Xiaoying's hands gripped her father's arms, but she didn't embrace him. Xiaoying still didn't open her eyes, perhaps savoring the unparalleled pleasure, perhaps unable to face her father, or perhaps shy, not wanting him to see her gaze.
"Xiaoying, look at me... huff..." The father said, his hands caressing Xiaoying's buttocks and back as he thrust. He was already exerting himself greatly, but Xiaoying's eyes remained closed, making him feel a flaw in the otherwise flawless jade.
"Xiaoying, open your eyes and look at me, oh..." After hearing her father's first words, Xiaoying didn't open her eyes. The father, still thrusting harder, spoke again. But this time, Xiaoying still didn't open her eyes, biting her lower lip and shaking her hair, showing her refusal. Seeing
this, the father felt a surge of anger, a subtle ferocity flashing across his face. The father stopped thrusting, wrapped one arm around Xiaoying's leg, and put her back in the one-legged stance. Seeing this, I understood that in the previous position, due to the obstruction of their hips and abdomens, while the father's penis could penetrate without slipping, it couldn't be fully inserted; at most, only half of it could be inserted.
It was a coincidence that the leg the father lifted was facing me. As Xiaoying's leg was lifted, her vagina and the father's penis were once again displayed before me. In the middle of her already flowing vagina, a hideous, python-like rod was inserted, covered in white, sticky vaginal fluid. Now, half of it was inserted, stretching Xiaoying's vaginal opening into a circle exactly the same diameter as the rod.
"Thump thump thump..." The father, holding Xiaoying's leg, began thrusting back and forth. This position finally allowed the father to insert most of his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina, leaving only a small section outside. Xiaoying's labia flipped in and out with each of her father's thrusts, their fluids dripping from their joined bodies, wetting their thighs and the ground. Slowly, Xiaoying's raised leg lifted itself, hooking around her father's thigh, swaying back and forth with each thrust.
"Xiaoying, open your eyes, open your eyes and look at me, look at me..." Her father stepped forward, assuming a horse stance, and began to fuck Xiaoying frantically, his speed and ferocity causing her to scream repeatedly, her fluids dripping down as if they would never end.
"Ah...ha..." With a powerful thrust from her father, he plunged his penis all the way in for the first time in a face-to-face position. "Plop..." The long-absent muffled sound rang out again, and Xiaoying let out a high-pitched, lewd cry. Her eyes opened wide, glanced at her father, then rolled back, revealing the whites of her eyes. At the same time, her body trembled violently. "Whoosh..." A stream of clear semen gushed out from their point of contact, hitting her father's scrotum and pubic hair. One spurt, two spurts, three spurts... After three spurts, the semen finally stopped gushing out.
Under her father's vigorous thrusting, Xiaoying finally reached her first orgasm of the night, and even squirted. Less than ten minutes had passed, and at the last moment, Xiaoying finally wrapped her arms around her father's back, pressing her full breasts tightly against his chest. Xiaoying's squirting seemed to be exclusive to her father, because in all the years of marriage, she had never squirted during sex with me.
"Ha..." Finally, Xiaoying recovered from the afterglow of her climax, lowering her head and looking at her father with a dazed and weak gaze. A hint of vulnerability lingered in her eyes, evoking pity. Her father held her close, gently stroking her back, comforting her as he waited for the afterglow of her climax to completely subside.
Watching their deep, affectionate gaze, seeing the love fluid flowing from Xiaoying, and seeing the two clinging tightly together, unwilling to separate, I suddenly felt lost about the future...
Chapter 165 Removing the Ring
The dazed feeling from the climax slowly faded in Xiaoying's eyes, indicating that the afterglow of her orgasm was slowly passing. Her father and Xiaoying looked at each other. Her father's eyes held reluctance, tenderness, and deep love, while Xiaoying's eyes also held a trace of reluctance, but also a hint of resentment. It seemed she hadn't forgiven her father for forcing her, and perhaps she resented her own weakness, but the primal pleasure of her body prevented her from feeling any resistance.
Sensing that Xiaoying's climax had passed, the father knew it was time to move on to the next step. Perhaps unable to bear Xiaoying's mournful gaze, he avoided eye contact, slowly using his other hand to hold Xiaoying's leg, gently lifting her up. Xiaoying's slender body was thus lifted by her father. Her other leg, already straddling his waist, was now in a "train bento" position. Her father, a farmer by trade, and Xiaoying's slender figure, made it effortless for him to hold her.
"Smack..." A sudden, unexpected thrust from her father sent a ripple through Xiaoying's buttocks, her snow-white cheeks trembling slightly. Her mournful gaze instantly became hazy again; whenever and wherever her father's penis entered, it always proved to be enough to make her lose herself.
Her father grasped Xiaoying's buttocks with both hands, and Xiaoying's slender, straight legs wrapped around his waist. If I hadn't known beforehand, I would have seriously suspected that my father and Xiaoying were doing this on purpose for me, because they hadn't left the window the entire time, maintaining the closest distance to me, allowing me to clearly hear, see, and smell everything.
"Ah..." After adjusting his position, my father thrust violently again, causing Xiaoying to let out a soft moan, "Slap slap slap..." My father's two thrusts seemed to be familiarizing himself with and searching for the rhythm of this position. After two tentative thrusts, my father began to hold Xiaoying and thrust continuously. Because Xiaoying's legs were wrapped around my father's waist, I could see, if I looked down slightly, that between Xiaoying's two snow-white buttocks, between her moist and pink vulva, a throbbing penis was going in and out, its pink labia following the trajectory of the penis. Xiaoying's hands involuntarily wrapped around my father's neck, swaying up and down with his thrusts. Xiaoying's vulva and my father's chest were pressed tightly together, constantly changing shape with his thrusts and the swaying of her body.
"Slap slap slap..." Xiaoying's buttocks were violently slammed back and forth by her father's hips, sending waves of flesh rippling across her body. Her father's hands kneaded her buttocks, leaving red palm prints on their tender surface. Each time he kneaded, Xiaoying's moans would suddenly rise, whether from excessive excitement or from the pain of his grip, it was unclear.
After about five minutes of this, her father, perhaps tired, was now drenched in sweat. Although Xiaoying was light, her father, being older, was struggling, and carrying her while thrusting was incredibly physically demanding. He stopped thrusting, lifted Xiaoying's body, and with a forward step, carried her to the windowsill.
Xiaoying sat on the windowsill, both of them now drenched in sweat. "Hoo..." Her father exhaled a breath of stale air; the recent "train lunch" had exhausted him considerably. The father's penis was still deeply embedded in Xiaoying's vagina. He held her close, resting his chin on her shoulder to rest. Xiaoying's arms were still around her father's neck. Perhaps sensing his exhaustion, she gently stroked his back, perhaps to comfort him.
At this moment, Xiaoying had completely accepted the night. Perhaps she had tried to convince herself, or admitted her hypocrisy, or perhaps she was simply enjoying it all with a sense of侥幸 (a gambler's mentality), unaware that her husband was watching.
The father and Xiaoying embraced. He kissed her shoulder, trying to regain his strength. His lips traced along her shoulder and neck upwards. Finally, he raised his head to meet her gaze, looking into her eyes. The father was weak; Xiaoying was stronger in comparison. If they were to glare at each other, the father would surely lose.
Xiaoying's eyes held a hint of resentment as she looked at her father. So he seemed somewhat cold, perhaps because he felt guilty about his coercion that night; he might have seen a hint of coldness in Xiaoying's eyes. The father was also prone to overthinking; he would occasionally look away from Xiaoying, and sometimes meet her gaze. But seeing Xiaoying staring intently at him, he couldn't quite grasp her intentions.
After about a minute, the father had rested enough. He gently shifted his hips, causing his penis to slightly twitch inside Xiaoying's vagina. This slight thrusting made Xiaoying's brow furrow slightly. After adjusting his position, Xiaoying, sitting on the windowsill, spread her legs a little wider. The father held Xiaoying's knees with both hands and began thrusting.
"Smack smack smack..." The sounds of their genitals rubbing together rang out again. This position was energy-efficient, and the height of the windowsill was just right; the father, standing, could fully penetrate Xiaoying's vagina while she sat on the windowsill. Xiaoying's cold gaze slowly became hazy again. Her father noticed the change in her eyes and couldn't help but smile.
While thrusting, he brought his stubble-covered mouth closer, wanting to kiss Xiaoying's lips. Although he had already kissed her once, it had been forced. This time, however, he gently brought his lips to hers, while Xiaoying's head was completely free. Enjoying her father's lovemaking, Xiaoying looked at him hazily. She saw his lips approaching, but made no move.
"Sizzle..." Without any hesitation, the moment her father's lips touched Xiaoying's red lips, she closed her eyes. This act of closing her eyes indicated her acceptance. Their lips were tightly pressed together, and her father would occasionally dab his tongue into her mouth to tease her. Time passed slowly, and as the passion intensified, the gentle kisses gradually transformed into passionate French kisses and wet kisses.
The sounds of flesh colliding, the friction of genitals, and the soft smacking of their kisses echoed throughout the room. Xiaoying's body swayed on the windowsill as her father pounded against her, causing the curtains to sway and rub against my body. I could only hold onto the curtains tightly with one hand to avoid being exposed. Hearing the concerto of their lovemaking, I gently rubbed my penis with my other hand. My glans was already secreting fluid, but no matter how much I rubbed it through my pants, I had no desire to ejaculate. Perhaps it was because touching myself through my pants wasn't enough, or perhaps the pain I felt from witnessing everything was hindering my arousal.
At this moment, I felt a faint regret. Why did I create this opportunity today? Why did I hide here? If I could turn back time, I would never have done this. Although I felt excited now, it was mostly painful, and my legs were already numb. Xiaoying and her father were enjoying themselves, while I was suffering both psychological and physical torment.
About ten more minutes passed, and Father was slowly approaching his climax, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. But just as I felt Father was about to ejaculate, "Pop..." Father suddenly stopped thrusting and forcefully pulled his penis out, completely and forcefully. "Oh..." Father's sudden withdrawal caused Xiaoying to let out a soft moan, a moan containing a hint of reluctance and reproach. Father wasn't the only one reaching orgasm.
After withdrawing his penis, Father quickly lifted Xiaoying off the windowsill and placed her on the ground. Xiaoying didn't resist at all, cooperating with Father's actions. After Xiaoying's legs touched the ground, Father turned her body around. At this moment, the two were in perfect harmony; Xiaoying seemed to know what Father was about to do. Perhaps to cherish the time and prevent the approaching climax from slowly dissipating, Xiaoying turned her body, gripping the windowsill with both hands, arching her buttocks back, and lowering her slender waist. My father was rocking Xiaoying, his erect penis, covered in semen, vaginal fluid, and white foam, trembling and throbbing. I looked at that ugly thing between my father's legs—the same thing that had repeatedly taken Xiaoying's virginity and brought her to orgasm time and time again. Seeing my father's magnificent and large genitals for the first time, I felt a deep jealousy. How wonderful it would be if our penises could be switched.
With Xiaoying's silent cooperation, my father adjusted her position. He held Xiaoying's slender waist with one hand and grasped his thick, long penis with the other. After slapping the egg-sized glans against Xiaoying's vulva a few times, "Swoosh..." my father thrust forward forcefully, his penis fully penetrating Xiaoying's vagina. After countless sexual encounters, Xiaoying's vagina had completely adapted to and accepted her father's full penis, their genitals now perfectly aligned. Previously, whether the father or Xiaoying initiated, it took at least several thrusts—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—for the father's penis to fully penetrate Xiaoying's vagina; now, it could be done in an instant.
"Slap slap slap..." The father's hands reached under Xiaoying, grasping her breasts hanging below her chest, and his hips began to thrust wildly. This thrusting was intense; Xiaoying's hands gripped the windowsill tightly, enduring the impact from behind, her slender fingers turning white from the force.
"Ahhhhh..." Xiaoying groaned loudly, no longer suppressing herself. They were about to reach their climax. At the same time, the father also thrust, filling Xiaoying's uterus, fertilizing her...wait, fertilizing? It was only then that I remembered that when Xiaoying had her pregnancy checkup, the doctor had removed her IUD because it was old and might cause inflammation. A new IUD could only be inserted after Xiaoying's menstrual irregularities had healed.
Thinking about this, if my father were to have sex with her, there would be no barrier between Xiaoying's uterus and the semen. What if Xiaoying's egg and my father's sperm combined? Now I finally understood why Xiaoying had struggled and refused my father so resolutely. Perhaps she knew her IUD had been removed, and although she had made a promise to me, the IUD was the main reason for her refusal.
Oh no, how could I have forgotten this? But I couldn't rush out to stop it all. Thankfully, Xiaoying remembered. Now I could only hope that Xiaoying would remind my father not to have sex before he ejaculated. My father's climax was drawing ever closer, and my hands involuntarily began to clench...
Chapter 166
"Slap slap slap..." The increasingly rapid sounds of flesh colliding echoed in my ears, my hands clenched tightly. "Xiaoying, refuse, refuse..." I kept shouting in my heart, looking at my father's appearance, already about to... Xiaoying just buried her head and swayed her delicate body to meet my father's thrusts, seemingly forgetting everything else, only her physical senses and desires occupying all the space in her mind.
"Plop..." After about a minute, my father's thrusts gradually slowed down. Finally, he pulled his penis almost all the way out, leaving only the glans, and then plunged it back in completely. I clearly heard the air squeezed out and the sound of the last thrust. My father's hips pressed tightly against Xiaoying's buttocks, squeezing her originally round buttocks flat. My father's hands tightly gripped Xiaoying's slender waist, his hips thrusting forward with all his might, pushing his penis into the deepest part of Xiaoying's vagina without any space.
"Ah..." My father's stubble-covered mouth opened wide, letting out a hoarse, muffled groan. His eyes were slightly closed, his head tilted back, and through Xiaoying's buttocks, I could clearly see his scrotum, hanging below his penis and Xiaoying's vaginal opening, beginning to contract rapidly. From this image, I could imagine that his pent-up semen, accumulated for who knows how long, was being injected into Xiaoying's exposed uterus through the convenient passage of his penis, desperately trying to fertilize her.
Feeling the intensity of his ejaculation and the surging heat of his semen, Xiaoying also raised her head, which had been buried for so long. She was now drenched in sweat, her bangs sticking to her forehead. She closed her eyes along with her father, maintaining the same posture and expression. Her red lips were slightly parted, but no sound came out; perhaps after so long of groaning, she was too weak to groan anymore. ... I stood behind the curtains, watching my father and Xiaoying "mating," and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. My hands clenched tightly, feeling my nails dig deep into the flesh of my palms, but the pain in my hands couldn't compare to the pain in my heart. Why? I don't understand…
The mating was still going on. After my father's scrotum contracted for about twenty seconds, it finally relaxed and stopped, indicating that ejaculation and mating were over. The climax of their orgasm gradually dissipated, and my father and Xiaoying slowly began to regain their senses. Everything started and ended by the windowsill; the two of them never left the area around the windowsill and me. It seemed as if heaven was punishing me, making me hear and see all of this so clearly at such close range.
"Ah…no…um…" Xiaoying, who had already regained her senses, suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were wide open, as if she remembered something. She suddenly turned her upper body, exclaimed, and pushed my father hard. My father, who was recovering from the pleasure of ejaculation, was caught off guard by Xiaoying's push and staggered backward. The already limp penis was pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina with a crisp "pop," followed by one last soft moan from Xiaoying.
The father, still savoring the afterglow of ejaculation, was pushed by Xiaoying and sat down on the bed not far from them, his hands behind him supporting himself on the surface. His thick, long penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, lay limply there. He didn't care about any of this, still enjoying the wonderful sensation Xiaoying's alluring body had given him.
After the father withdrew his penis, Xiaoying's vaginal opening felt like a severed artery; the semen he had ejaculated gushed out like blood, slowly flowing out after the first spurt. Xiaoying felt the semen flowing out, and her body was weak from being penetrated by her father for so long. After pushing her father away, she uncontrollably gripped the windowsill, her buttocks raised, letting the semen flow out.
About half a minute later, a small pool of semen formed on the ground below Xiaoying's vagina. Xiaoying's body trembled, slowly calming down, along with their breathing. "
Ah..." Xiaoying felt that the semen had mostly flowed out, and tried to get up, but as soon as her hands left the windowsill, her body lost its support, and she stumbled, almost falling. Hearing Xiaoying's cry of surprise, her father, who had been sitting on the bed watching Xiaoying's anus and the flow of semen, instantly sobered up. He rushed forward, picked up the still naked Xiaoying from behind, and helped her to a chair nearby. Since the semen in Xiaoying's vagina had not completely flowed out, it was not suitable for her to sit on the bed at this moment.
"Get out, get out... Let go of me... Don't touch me..." Xiao Ke had regained her senses. After sitting down in the chair, she wearily pushed at her father, cursing him as she did so. At this moment, Xiao Ying finally shed tears. This was the first time Xiao Ying had ever sworn at her father, and cursed him. Before, Xiao Ying had always been extremely respectful to him. Even when her father forced himself on her for the first time, she hadn't uttered such words. This showed how much resentment she felt towards her father's actions tonight.
Her father probably hadn't expected such a strong reaction from Xiao Ying. After a moment of stunned silence, he hugged her tightly, letting her pound on his chest. Her father probably didn't understand that if it were just forcing himself on her tonight, Xiao Ying's reaction wouldn't be so strong. The main reason was that Xiao Ying had already had her contraceptive removed. Given the amount of semen her father ejaculated, it was highly likely that Xiao Ying was pregnant. The previous false pregnancy incident had just passed, and Xiao Ying's relationship with him had only just begun to recover. Now, experiencing something like this again, it was no wonder Xiao Ying was angry.
Gradually, Xiaoying's punches grew weaker and weaker. Finally, she reached behind her father, hugged him, and began to sob in his arms. "Waaah... I hate you... I hate you... Waaah..." Her father stood naked on the ground, letting Xiaoying cry in his arms. Perhaps he misunderstood, or perhaps he was infected by Xiaoying's sorrow, but slowly, tears streamed down his face as well. He didn't make a sound, his teary eyes filled with deep reluctance. Perhaps he knew that tonight might be the last time he would be intimate with Xiaoying. After Aunt Zhang returned, he would start a new family with another woman. Everything he had with Xiaoying would become a permanent memory and a secret, to be taken to his grave with him.
At this moment, reluctance, sadness, and the pain of separation began to spread between the two weeping people, each savoring their last moments together. Although Xiaoying was crying because she was afraid of getting pregnant, her embrace of her father showed that she, like him, was expressing her complex emotions of reluctance to part with him.
Time ticked by, and the crying between them ceased. Xiaoying lifted her head from her father's embrace and gently pushed him away with both hands, a much gentler push than before. Knowing it was almost time, her father released Xiaoying and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. Seeing her father's tears, Xiaoying's initial anger dissipated, replaced by a pang of heartache and slight guilt. Perhaps she felt she had hurt him; after all, Xiaoying was a kind-hearted girl who couldn't stand anyone's coldness.
"I'm leaving..." Xiaoying stood up weakly from her chair, glanced at the time, and then coldly uttered those three simple words to her father before putting on her clothes. Bra, tank top, skirt, jacket—her father sat on the bed, watching blankly as Xiaoying put her clothes back on, one by one. But when Xiaoying picked up the pocket of her underwear, she glanced down at her vagina, now stained with semen, and shook her head with a bitter smile before putting the pocket back in her clothes.
Luckily, Xiaoying's skirt wasn't too short, only reaching her knees; if she was careful, no one would see that her underwear was showing. "Tap tap tap..." Xiaoying slowly walked outside in her high heels. Her hair was disheveled, her face haggard, but her clothes were still relatively intact. Hiding behind the curtains, I watched this elegantly dressed urban professional woman. No one would imagine that this incredibly beautiful woman had just been having passionate intercourse with her father-in-law, and had been successfully impregnated.
Xiaoying slowly walked outside, while her father, naked and with tears in his eyes, watched her leave. "Sigh..." All his emotions finally turned into a deep sigh. About half a minute after Xiaoying left, her father, as if struck by a sudden thought, hurriedly got out of bed, quickly put on a pair of shorts and slippers, and ran out.
After her father ran out, I couldn't help but wonder, what was wrong? At that moment, I heard the howling wind and the rushing river outside, and it dawned on me that it was almost 7 p.m., the sky was already dark, and the night wind was strong, making nighttime navigation very dangerous. Even if Xiaoying could find a boat at this hour, it would still be extremely dangerous to navigate at night. Perhaps this was why her father had hurriedly run out to find Xiaoying in just his shorts.
Listening to her father's footsteps gradually fading into the distance, I was left alone in the room. I shook my head, which was filled with chaotic thoughts, and slowly moved my numb legs out from behind the curtains. At this moment, my legs felt numb, and I no longer needed to hide. I looked around the room, seeing everything clearly without the curtains obstructing my view. On the floor, the thick, white pool of semen, exuding a strong hormonal scent, was now clearly displayed before me. This thick semen bore witness to everything that had just happened between my father and Xiaoying. Everything that night seemed so real…
“Sigh…” After looking around the room, taking in all the traces of my father and Xiaoying’s sexual encounter, like my father, all the complex emotions in my heart could only turn into a sigh. My legs began to slowly regain feeling, and only then did I realize that I should take advantage of their absence and leave quickly. I moved my feet slowly towards the outside, cautiously peeking out like a thief for a long time before finally tiptoeing out like a cat.
"Phew..." Stepping outside, the river breeze, carrying the scent of the river, caressed my face. The air felt so fresh and invigorating, blowing away much of the gloom in my heart. I slowly walked along the path overgrown with weeds and trees, cautiously observing my surroundings, afraid of running into my father who might suddenly return.
My father and Xiaoying were probably already on the riverbank, but I still walked carefully, inhaling the fragrance of the weeds and wildflowers around me...
Chapter 167
Walking along the forest path, I was also thinking about what to do tonight. With such strong winds, would the boatmen even be out? And it was so late. I'd call one later to ask. If all else failed, I'd have to find a hotel on this island's resort. Thinking about my experiences tonight, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.
Just as I emerged from the woods and was about to reach the power station gate, I saw my father and Xiaoying. I quickly hid in the nearby weeds. Luckily, I spotted them in time and reacted quickly enough, otherwise, it would have been terrible if my father and Xiaoying had found me. My black clothes provided excellent camouflage in the night. I peered through the weeds at my father and Xiaoying.
In the distance, I could see them struggling, seemingly exchanging words. Downwind, I could still hear a few phrases: "Let go of me, don't pull me..." "Calm down, it's dangerous to be on a boat now..."
To hear them clearly, I crawled forward on the grass. Luckily, the grass was thick, so I wouldn't hurt myself. I carefully crawled, the sound of the wind rustling the grass providing excellent cover. As I got closer, their words became clearer.
"If you still consider yourself my father-in-law, let go of me. I have to go home tonight..." Xiaoying kept pulling at her hands, trying to free them from her father's grasp. A breeze ruffled her now disheveled hair. She seemed resolute, still angry.
"Xiaoying, I'm begging you, please? For your own safety, please don't leave. Don't worry, you'll sleep in one bedroom tonight, and I'll sleep in the other. We won't cross the line. Okay?" The father held Xiaoying tightly, pleading earnestly. The cold wind had sobered the two of them up a little. From the father's words, it seemed he was quite sincere.
"Heh, do you think I'd still believe you? You think I don't know what you're thinking? You big liar, let me go! I'd rather die than stay here tonight..." Xiaoying said resolutely to her father, clearly furious about his coercion and sexual assault that evening.
Xiaoying's resolute words were undoubtedly impactful. Her father suddenly stopped, standing there dumbfounded, while Xiaoying met his determined gaze. Perhaps Xiaoying had truly misunderstood her father's meaning; only he knew the truth. Seeing her father's expression and feeling his grip loosen, Xiaoying quickly pulled her hand away. However, seeing her father's bewildered state, she knew her careless words might have hurt him, and a slight hint of regret flashed across her face.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I was too harsh. But I really can't stay here tonight. As things stand, we can't blame it all on either side; we're both responsible. Let's consider tonight's events a farewell. You're getting married soon, and I sincerely wish you happiness in your later years. Treat Aunt Zhang well. You'll still be my father-in-law. I hope we can both forget all this as soon as possible and have a happy family life." Xiaoying softened her tone as she spoke to her father, as if saying goodbye and also comforting herself. But I knew there was something unspoken in Xiaoying's words; she wasn't as calm as she claimed. There were some hidden emotions she hadn't yet expressed. If I hadn't witnessed everything as an outsider, if I hadn't read Xiaoying's previous diary entries, I would never have sensed the complex emotions in her words.
Hearing Xiaoying's words, Father knew it was all coming to an end. Although he might have been mentally prepared, hearing Xiaoying's words and facing the reality of it all still caused him to close his eyes in anguish. His body began to tremble slightly, whether from the cold or his heart, I couldn't tell. At that moment, I couldn't see his eyes clearly, but hearing his breathing and hearing his trembling lips, I knew he was holding back his tears. He wasn't feigning weakness; it was his true emotion. His sorrowful expression was genuine, without any pretense. For an elder to cry in front of a younger generation was incredibly shameful, but at that moment, Father couldn't suppress it.
I couldn't see Father's face, but Xiaoying could. She saw him, knew she had deeply hurt him, but she bit her lip firmly, then turned away, her back to Father. As an observer, I clearly saw Xiaoying, after turning away, subtly wipe her eyes. How could Xiaoying appear so carefree when her father couldn't bear to let go of their relationship? She simply rejected it all, wanting to end it all completely.
Xiaoying took a few slow steps towards the door, her steps slow and deliberate, unlike before. Seeing her gait and her back, I sensed that Xiaoying wasn't as resolute as she had seemed; her steps betrayed hesitation, and her shoulders trembled slightly. I knew from her back that she was also silently sobbing.
Her father, tears streaming down his face, watched Xiaoying's retreating figure, unsure how to dissuade her from taking the risk. He wiped his eyes, seemingly helpless, but his body language betrayed his anxiety. Finally, he made a decision, his eyes suddenly hardening.
"Thump..." A sound of something hitting the ground rang out, and Xiaoying and I both turned to look at our father. What we saw stunned us both. The elderly father, disregarding his status, knelt on the ground, head bowed, wiping away tears. He knelt facing Xiaoying's back, the reason unknown.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Xiaoying, after a brief moment of surprise, rushed back to help her father up, but her slender frame was no match for him. She could only ask him, her face streaked with tears.
Seeing her father like this, I almost stood up from the bushes. Was my father apologizing to Xiaoying? But wasn't this way of apologizing a bit too much? Could it be that my father was deliberately putting on a show? If he was doing this intentionally to win back Xiaoying's heart, then the father I knew was far too hypocritical and terrifying. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt a great deal of distance from my father, as if I sensed his dread. I never imagined he would disregard his status and use such an extreme method to try and keep Xiaoying.
"Xiaoying, please, please don't go. I'm not stopping you from leaving because I have other intentions, it's just that there's no way to get the boat out right now. If you insist on leaving, I can get the boat out and take you, but if something happens, I don't care about my life, but if something happens to you, how can I atone for my sins? Trust my experience, I beg you, please don't take the risk." My father pleaded with Xiaoying, his legs bent. Hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. So that's what it was. My father was worried about Xiaoying's safety, so he resorted to this drastic measure. He had been trying to persuade Xiaoying for a long time, but she wouldn't listen, leaving him with no other choice but to use this extreme method to persuade her.
My father's thinking was correct. The visibility was poor at night, and with such a strong river wind, the small boats crossing the river were very small. Under these conditions, a small boat would be like a leaf on the river. So I didn't doubt what my father said, and the fact that he suddenly came out to stop Xiaoying wearing only his underwear was also because of all this.
"I'm telling you the truth, I have absolutely no ulterior motives, please believe me... I don't want you to be in any danger..." No matter how Xiaoying tried to help him up, her father wouldn't get up.
"Okay, okay, I believe you, I won't leave, please get up first, okay?" Xiaoying couldn't lift her father and was at a loss. An elder kneeling before her was very sudden and disrupted her thoughts. To get her father up quickly, she couldn't care less about anything else and could only quickly agree to her father's request. Anyway, I'm away on a business trip tonight, so Xiaoying has nothing to worry about.
"Phew..." Hearing that Xiaoying had finally agreed, her father couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. With Xiaoying's help,
her father slowly got up. "Ouch..." Her father had just stood up when he stumbled. He had knelt too hard and for so long; his knees were red and swollen. He was getting old, and his bones weren't in good condition. This had hurt him quite a bit. Her father stumbled. Xiaoying quickly supported her father. Because they were standing face to face, the father stumbled forward and fell on top of Xiaoying. Xiaoying immediately stepped forward to support him, and the two of them unintentionally embraced each other.
Under the cover of the wind, I crawled forward a little further, from where I could see the sides of the father and Xiaoying. The two of them, who had suddenly embraced, paused for a moment. It was clear that neither of them had done it intentionally, but it all happened by chance.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the swaying grass, the rushing river, and the cold wind indicating that time was still slowly passing. The two of them held each other, neither rejecting the other nor pushing the other away, just quietly feeling each other's body heat. The emotions that had been buried in their hearts for a long time seemed to be released at this moment: the father's love for Xiaoying, Xiaoying's reluctance to part with her father, and the emotion of the father kneeling down to beg her to avoid danger. At this moment, all of these emotions were released through the touch of their bodies.
Their bodies tightened their embrace until their heads rested on each other's shoulders. Their arms encircled each other's backs. At that moment, there were no words or sounds; only the close contact of their bodies conveyed their inner emotions. Perhaps this was a case of silence speaking louder than words.
"Xiaoying, I really can't bear to part with you... Although I've never told you the word 'I love you,' you are my... because I dare not say 'I love you,' nor do I have the right to say 'I love you,' I can only bury it in my heart. But if I don't say it now, I'll never have the chance again. I won't ruin your relationship with Jincheng, nor could I do that, but I know everything is coming to an end. Now I'll only tell you this once, and from now on, it will be forever hidden in my heart." The father suddenly uttered these words to Xiaoying. Although he didn't say those three words, I knew it was "I love you." But even now, the father hadn't had the courage to say it, seemingly bound by moral principles that prevented him from ever speaking them. However, on this last night, he expressed it to Xiaoying, thus putting an end to his regrets.
"I know, but my love belongs only to Jincheng. Besides care, I can't give you any other love. In the next life... perhaps... maybe... actually, we were a mistake from the beginning... a mistake that is both intoxicating and heartbreaking..." Xiaoying buried her head in her father's shoulder, murmuring these words. The last sentence made my heart ache; I didn't know if Xiaoying was comforting her father or if it was her true feeling.
"Dad, do you think I'm a bad woman?"
"No, you're a good woman. The one who's wronged me is me. I'm not a good father or father-in-law. It's all my fault. If we both die, I hope you go to heaven and I go to hell. Let me bear all the punishment alone..." The father spoke these mushy words, unintentionally seeming to gradually erode Xiaoying's resolute defenses.
The two murmured words that weren't quite love talk, pouring out their last emotions and innermost thoughts...
Chapter 168
"Dad, let me help you back." The two embraced for a long time before gradually separating, exchanging a few confused glances. Xiaoying looked down at her father's swollen knees and said softly, her tone regaining its gentleness.
Supported by Xiaoying, the father limped towards the house. Watching my father and Xiaoying slowly walk past me, I lay in the grass, pondering what I should do. Should I leave or go back to the house? I pondered this for a long time, and suddenly had a peculiar premonition that tonight's events would definitely not be so simple and peaceful. Anything can happen unexpectedly. Who could guarantee that my father and Xiaoying would obediently sleep in separate rooms tonight?
After much thought, I still couldn't shake my unease. If I left now, I wouldn't be able to see what else happened tonight. Driven by curiosity and a compulsive urge, I decided to return to my father's place to continue monitoring. I climbed out of the grass, brushed off the grass clippings and dirt, and then, under the cover of darkness, ran through the woods and bushes towards my father's house. I had to get back before Xiaoying and my father returned.
Because my father had a minor knee injury, Xiaoying was helping him walk slowly. I bypassed the path they were taking and ran all the way back to my father's house. Once inside, I, as usual, hid behind the curtains. For some reason, the curtains gave me a strange sense of security.
After waiting for about five minutes, Xiaoying helped my father into the bedroom. I held my breath behind the curtains. Father, wearing only shorts, sat on the bed. Xiaoying took out a wet wipe and began to clean the dirt from his knees, also disinfecting them. After wiping, I saw the bruises and swelling on his knees.
"Sigh... I'll go get some medicine for you to apply." Xiaoying glanced at her father's injuries; although they were just superficial wounds, a hint of pity appeared in her eyes. Xiaoying had always tidied up Father's house; she knew the layout of everything, and could easily find liniments for bruises and sprains.
"It's alright, Xiaoying, it's just a superficial wound..." Father pulled at Xiaoying, refusing her hand, but then he grabbed Xiaoying's hand again. And once he grabbed it, he didn't let go, seemingly wanting to feel Xiaoying's touch and warmth, cherishing every moment of contact.
After being grabbed by her father, Xiaoying paused for a moment, hesitated, and then slowly withdrew her hand. Father sensed Xiaoying's rejection and sighed in disappointment. Just outside, her father promised Xiaoying he would never force her again, but he still seemed reluctant to let her go. That hand-holding earlier seemed like a test. After Xiaoying's outburst, he dared not force her again. This was perhaps the first time he had seen Xiaoying's fierce side.
A brief silence fell over the room. Her father sighed, his eyes scanning the room. The bright red wedding bedding, the streamers, the red curtains, and the large "double happiness" characters on the windows and walls—everything foreshadowed a special wedding soon to come. But the father, the protagonist of the wedding, felt little joy, only reluctance and sadness.
Xiaoying stood on the floor, following her father's survey of the room, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. They both knew that the start of the wedding might foreshadow the end of their relationship; everything would become a painful yet beautiful memory.
"I'm going to sleep in the next room. You should go to sleep early too..." Xiaoying sensed the oppressive atmosphere and said to her father, seemingly wanting to escape her current environment, not wanting to see the red room and the large "double happiness" character. Xiaoying turned and walked out of the room.
"Xiaoying..." Her father suddenly called out to her after hearing her words. Xiaoying stopped abruptly, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't turn around.
"What's wrong?" Xiaoying answered with her back to her father, perhaps unsure of what he wanted to do, unsure if it was fear or anticipation, because of her nervousness, her voice trembled slightly when she said those three words.
"That..." Her father lowered his head, rubbing his brow with one hand and the bedding with the other, appearing extremely nervous.
Sensing her father's nervousness and hesitation, Xiaoying turned around to look at him, her face filled with tension and confusion. Was she afraid her father would try to seduce her again? Was it just fear? Did Xiaoying not feel any sexual desire or anticipation?
"Xiaoying, could you grant me one last wish... If you could grant me this wish, I would have no regrets in this life..." The father knew he only had this one night; if he didn't ask now, he would never have another chance.
"Wh...what...what wish..." Xiaoying's hands gripped the hem of her clothes, her voice trembling with nervousness, unsure of what her father would ask.
"This..." The father rubbed the sheets hard with his hands, too nervous to speak.
"You don't want to ask Xiaoying for sex, do you?" I couldn't help but think to myself. After all, the father had just promised Xiaoying outside that he wouldn't force her anymore, but asking Xiaoying to have sex wouldn't be considered coercion, right?
"Just tell me what you want. If I can do it, I'll agree." Xiaoying couldn't figure out her father's intentions, so her answer wasn't too definitive, leaving herself room to refuse.
"Could you wear that wedding dress in the closet? Stand with me in front of the mirror, let me see this image in the mirror, I want to imprint this image in my mind forever, to take it with me to my grave. I just want to fulfill one last wish in my heart, to make up for my own regrets, because I can never be with you in this life..." The father took a deep breath. Then he spoke to Xiaoying with deep affection, his face filled with nervousness and anticipation, wondering if his request was too much.
"Ah..." Xiaoying couldn't help but scream when she heard her father's request, thankfully she covered her mouth at the last moment. She really didn't expect her father to make this request, and I, behind the curtains, was also very surprised.
Behind the curtains, my mind raced. My father knew he couldn't be Xiaoying's wife in this life, and he was about to start a new family with another woman. He loved Xiaoying, perhaps until his death, but this regret in his heart could never be fulfilled. Tonight, there was no one else, only the two of them. He asked Xiaoying to wear a wedding dress and stand with him, not to take any photos, but just to see her in the mirror and keep the image in her mind. Tonight, in this bridal chamber where only the two of them were, they would hold a "wedding" just for the two of them, and it would be the shortest "wedding," a "wedding" without the blessings of relatives and friends, an informal "wedding" without registration. Everything was just to satisfy my father's vanity and the regret that could never be erased from his heart.
Xiaoying covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, looking at her father. She seemed to understand his meaning and his thoughts. She also felt a deep emotion, moved by her father's profound love for her. She probably hadn't expected her father to fall so deeply in love with her. Her once-strong heart must have been slightly cracked by him.
Tears streamed down Xiaoying's face, a mixture of emotion and heartache. Hiding behind the curtains, I felt a pang of sadness, a bitter taste in my mouth. As a son, I wanted Xiaoying to agree to my father's request, to fulfill his unfulfilled wish, even if it was just a fake "wedding," so the old man wouldn't have any regrets in his later years. But as a husband, I didn't want Xiaoying to agree. Although the "wedding" was fake, it held great significance, and if Xiaoying agreed, the wedding would no longer be mine. I stood behind the curtains, hesitant, finally letting out a soft sigh. I decided to leave the decision to Xiaoying; whatever she decided, I wouldn't blame her.
"I'm sorry, I know this request is a bit unreasonable. Just pretend I didn't say anything. Go to sleep." After stating his request, my father didn't look up at Xiaoying, keeping his head down, seemingly afraid to face her and afraid to hear her refusal. At this moment, Xiaoying, her heart filled with mixed emotions, covered her mouth and wept, so she didn't answer her father. Her father thought Xiaoying's silence was a silent rejection, so he quickly took back his words, but the deep regret on his face was palpable. It seemed as if most of his remaining life force had drained away, making him appear much older in an instant.
"I promise you..." A voice like heavenly music rang out in the room, soft and simple, just four words that echoed throughout the room, but the shock caused by those four words was unparalleled.
Her father looked up at Xiaoying in disbelief, his eyes wide with astonishment. Perhaps he himself hadn't held much hope, and had prepared for rejection, but he hadn't expected Xiaoying to suddenly agree. Behind the curtains, I painfully closed my eyes. Although I respected Xiaoying's decision, and for her father's sake, I also hoped she would agree, the jealousy in my heart reached its peak when Xiaoying actually agreed. I know that Xiaoying's agreement to her father's request might not have been out of love, but rather because of his deep love and devotion to her. The word "moved" played a decisive role in Xiaoying's acceptance, but I still couldn't control or avoid the pain in my heart .
"Okay, thank you, Xiaoying, thank you so much..."
Unable to hide his joy, the father jumped out of bed and ran briskly to the wardrobe. The surprise of Xiaoying's agreement made him even forget the pain in his knees. Xiaoying's unexpected agreement made him indifferent to everything else.
After opening the wardrobe, the father took out the suit and wedding dress that he and Aunt Zhang had originally planned to wear on their wedding day, and then gently placed them on the bed. Xiaoying looked at everything her father was doing with mixed emotions, her eyes filled with a hint of hesitation and reluctance. But seeing her father's appearance, his words, and everything that had just happened outside, Xiaoying still agreed. Perhaps this fake "wedding" and "photo" had also left a knot in Xiaoying's heart.
Father placed the wedding dress that originally belonged to Aunt Zhang on the bed next to Xiaoying. He then watched Xiaoying; if she didn't move, he wouldn't put on the dress.
"Tap tap tap..." Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, then silently sighed, and slowly walked to the bedside in her high heels. She picked up the pristine white wedding dress...
Chapter 169
Regarding the relationship between my father and Xiaoying, my feelings have always been relatively easy to discern and distinguish. But tonight, at this moment, I cannot fathom or describe my current feelings; they are a tangled mess. My heart is burning, as if it's about to melt. My body seems to have lost the instinct to breathe; I have to consciously control my breathing and its frequency.
Previously, no matter how crazy my father and Xiaoying were, I wasn't too worried. But this time, I'm truly afraid. I'm truly afraid of losing Xiaoying's body, and also losing her heart. Xiaoying slowly walked towards the wedding dress on the bed; at this moment, it felt as if she was walking towards the end for us. My hand slowly rose, seemingly trying to stop everything through the curtains. I wanted to go out, but my body felt paralyzed, unable to move, and I seemed to have lost my courage. I wanted to close my eyes, to escape what I was about to see, but I was unwilling to do so.
Finally, Xiaoying walked to the bedside and reached for the wedding dress. But the moment her hand touched the dress, Xiaoying seemed to remember something and quickly pulled her hand back, as if the dress was electrified and had shocked her. After withdrawing her hand, Xiaoying covered her cheeks with both hands, her breathing becoming rapid, seemingly lacking the courage.
But when Xiaoying turned her gaze to her father, she saw the look in his eyes. Xiaoying's eyes briefly wavered, as if she was thinking about everything that had happened between them before, and what had just happened. Her gaze hardened, and with a complicated expression, she picked up the wedding dress.
When Xiaoying pulled her hand back, her father panicked, thinking she had suddenly changed her mind. But when Xiaoying finally picked up the back of the wedding dress, her father subtly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with hope and satisfaction as he watched her next move. Xiaoying held the wedding dress, looking at the pristine white gown she had never worn before. She had accompanied Aunt Zhang to choose it, but unexpectedly, it wouldn't be Aunt Zhang who wore it first; it would be Xiaoying. Every woman has a princess dream. Xiaoying was a princess, and her father, at this moment, was an aging prince, a prince who cherished and deeply loved her. As she began to stroke the dress, Xiaoying's eyes drifted into memories, seemingly recalling her wedding day five years ago, when she wore the gown. Back then, because my family wasn't well-off, the wedding dress was rented, and it looked rather old, far from the fashionable styles of today. Perhaps Xiaoying was thinking about our wedding day, but she would never have imagined that she would one day wear a wedding dress, especially with such a complex and unique groom.
Having made her decision and promised her father, Xiaoying briefly reminisced before preparing to change into her wedding dress. Somewhat absentmindedly, she took off her coat, revealing a camisole and bra underneath. This wedding dress was low-cut, so only a low-cup bra could truly showcase its style. After removing her coat, Xiaoying thought of her father beside her, glancing at him shyly. She hesitated, perhaps wondering if she should change in front of him. But after a moment's thought, Xiaoying shook her head with a wry smile. Her hesitation was self-deception; so much had already happened between her and her father, every inch of her body had been admired by him—why should she care about such things now?
Under her father's increasingly intense gaze, Xiaoying removed her tank top, leaving only the bra her father had just removed. Her full, round breasts were accentuated by the bra, creating a deep cleavage. After a brief hesitation, she removed her skirt, a slight blush and embarrassment on her face. After all, she had taken the initiative to change clothes in front of her father, and she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
As her skirt fell away, her stockings were revealed. Because she hadn't worn underwear, her pubic hair and vulva were now exposed to the light. Semen still clung to her pubic hair, though it had dried and solidified. Seeing her vulva and pubic hair, Xiaoying shook her head shyly. She had been so angry that she hadn't cleaned herself properly, and seeing the traces of her earlier frenzy filled her with shame.
Seeing Xiaoying like this, the father's infatuation and passion grew stronger. Xiaoying's attire was far more alluring than her nakedness; after all, this hazy, alluring beauty was incredibly arousing, especially the clever combination of stockings and a black bra. Combined with Xiaoying's natural beauty, any man would likely lose control. It was somewhat understandable that the father repeatedly succumbed to Xiaoying's charms.
Xiaoying slowly put on her wedding dress, her sexy and seductive body now concealed within. After donning the dress, Xiaoying's allure transformed into sanctity. She seemed like a celestial maiden descending to earth, impossible to look directly at. Even if one did, one could only admire and worship, unable to harbor any sense of impropriety.
Xiaoying appeared incredibly selfless in the dress; the low-cut neckline revealed a deep cleavage, her slender waist and graceful figure, adorned with a white scarf and headpiece. The dress seemed tailor-made for Xiaoying. Seeing Xiaoying in her wedding dress behind the curtains, my heart swelled with excitement. It was the first time I'd ever seen Xiaoying so radiant, a beauty that stirred a sense of awe and reverence within me. But no one could possibly imagine that this woman, dressed like a fairy in her wedding gown, still had traces of her father-in-law's semen inside her vagina.
"You…why aren't you dressed yet?" Xiaoying, now in her wedding dress, looked at her father staring blankly at her and urged him shyly. Her father, wearing only his shorts, stared at her intently, seemingly oblivious, as if cherishing every second, wanting to forever imprint the image of Xiaoying in her wedding dress in his memory.
"Dad, what's wrong? Why aren't you dressed yet?" Xiaoying asked, but her father didn't react. Knowing he was captivated by her appearance, Xiaoying's eyes gleamed with pride and satisfaction. Everyone has vanity; Xiaoying was human, and she was no exception.
"Wife, in the end you still couldn't stop him..."
"Ah... I'll put it on right away, I'll put it on right away..." After Xiaoying walked up to him and waved her hand in front of her eyes, Father finally came to his senses. His eyes were filled with a hint of embarrassment and reluctance, as if he didn't want to take his eyes off Xiaoying.
Father hurriedly put on his suit, but while putting on the suit, his eyes kept glancing at Xiaoying. When I noticed that Father had started to put on the suit, I realized that his penis had become erect again. It seemed that Xiaoying could arouse Father's sexual desire at any time. After all, no man could resist Xiaoying's temptation at this moment.
"Pfft..." Xiaoying couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a soft laugh. I was obviously a little confused, and Father was also interrupted by Xiaoying's sudden laugh. Father couldn't help but look at Xiaoying with confusion.
"Dad, your pants are on backwards..." Xiaoying stopped laughing and then reminded him softly.
At that moment, both my father and I were focused on his lower body. We realized that he had been distracted, preoccupied with looking at Xiaoying, and had ended up wearing his pants backwards. He hadn't even noticed, as he was holding up his waistband. This awkward situation only highlighted his excitement and infatuation with Xiaoying. Xiaoying chuckled, a hint of emotion flashing across her face. She felt like a princess, a princess who could captivate any man in the world.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." My father stammered, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. He quickly changed his pants, then put on his suit and shoes. My father had transformed into a groom.
However, he wasn't very good at grooming himself, or perhaps it was his first time wearing a suit, as it was completely disheveled. Seeing his comical appearance, Xiaoying shook her head and smiled wryly. The awkward atmosphere was broken by the detail of his backwards pants, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Xiaoying went to my father's side and began to straighten his suit, from the collar to the hem, like a gentle and virtuous wife caring for her husband.
As Xiaoying adjusted his clothes, the father's eyes flickered with a mixture of envy, jealousy, reluctance, pain, and love, all shifting and eventually coalescing. Slowly, tears welled in his eyes, his emotions reaching their peak.
"Why are you crying so much at your age?" Xiaoying felt her father tremble. Looking up at him, a flicker of pity and emotion crossed her eyes. Perhaps to lighten the mood, she teased him. Perhaps at that moment, Xiaoying had let go of all her burdens, content to play her role tonight, to be a true bride, a bride who belonged only to her father, fulfilling all his needs. Her father's actions tonight were enough to move Xiaoying. Perhaps she considered this her final act of gratitude to him, a final closure to their complicated emotional entanglement.
"Hehe..." The father picked up a tissue and wiped his nose and eyes. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly. Tonight was no ordinary night. Although his father felt excited, he also felt a deep sadness. Tonight, he and Xiaoying would be husband and wife, even if only for one night, it would be enough to satisfy him. But after tonight, everything between them would come to an end. How could his father not be sad? A mix of emotion and reluctance mingled, weaving together into all of his tears that night.
I watched my father and Xiaoying, an aging prince and a still young and beautiful princess. Despite their significant age difference, they didn't seem out of place together; instead, they possessed a strange kind of compatibility. They seemed like a real couple. Both were
dressed. They were silent, seemingly devoid of shyness, both fully immersed in their roles. As if by unspoken understanding, they took hands and walked together to the large wardrobe and floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom. They nestled side-by-side, hand in hand, Xiaoying holding a bouquet of flowers. The scene froze in the mirror. Slowly, the father released Xiaoying's hand, then wrapped it around her slender waist, and Xiaoying rested her head on her father's shoulder, nestled in his arms.
Looking at everything before me, I felt a pang of envy, a deep envy. How wonderful it would be if I were the one nestled with Xiaoying right now. After all, Xiaoying, who was originally my priceless treasure, now seemed to have been taken by someone else. Accept it. What else could I do at this moment?
Xiaoying and her father nestled together, a newlywed couple, their eyes fixed on each other in the mirror, unwilling to part. The wedding had only just begun; when would it end? Would it end immediately, or would there be something else…?
Chapter 170
Foreword: In the last two or three chapters, the fake wedding between Xiaoying and her father has left many readers feeling unable to accept it, like a thorn in their heart or a fly in their throat. Actually, this plot point was originally planned in the outline. The title of this story is "The Matchmaker," and many may have already guessed this plot point. It's inevitable; without it, how could the title be resonated? Erotic stories, especially those about married women having affairs, inherently involve a certain amount of heart-wrenching scenes, which are unavoidable. Some readers have become too immersed in the story, resulting in their inability to accept it from the male protagonist's perspective. In fact, these readers' feelings demonstrate their appreciation and love for the story, for which I express my gratitude. If you don't like this story, who cares how it's written? To those who cannot accept it, I can only apologize. To ensure a smooth ending, the outline cannot be changed. If some readers truly cannot bear to read it, then please abandon the story. Thank you everyone.
Hua Xi seemed frozen in that moment, the two reluctant to part. I believe that at this moment, their past memories flashed through their minds like a slideshow, both seemingly lost in their own recollections. Tonight would undoubtedly be an unforgettable and special night for them, and of course, for me as well.
This was a special wedding, special not only because of the special relationship between the bride and groom, but also because there were no best men or maid of honor, no blessings from relatives and friends. Only the newlyweds were conducting their own ceremony, and it was a silent wedding, without music, without a presiding officiant or a pastor's blessing.
"Hmm..." A soft murmur, almost inaudible if one didn't listen carefully, suddenly rang out. It turned out that the father's hands, which were wrapped around Xiao Ying's slender waist, began to caress her waist, causing Xiao Lai to let out a soft moan.
"Thank you, Xiao Ying, I am very content tonight..." The father tilted his head down, pressing it against Xiao Ying's hair ornament, and
said affectionately, his eyes flashing back and forth between satisfaction and sadness.
Xiaoying didn't reply, only letting her father stroke her slender waist, her mind seemingly blank. During this time, neither of them actively separated, as if waiting for the other to say: "That's enough, Father. I understand your reluctance, but what about Xiaoying? Is she preparing to completely satisfy your father?" Tonight had indeed been enough for the two of them…
Watching her father gently caress Xiaoying's slender waist, and the more he touched, the more intimate the caresses became, I thought of a possibility: was her father still harboring lust for Xiaoying tonight? He had just promised Xiaoying he wouldn't force her anymore, but what if Xiaoying consented? Then he wouldn't have broken his promise. Perhaps her father was testing Xiaoying's reaction. If she refused, he would obediently stop tonight; if she didn't refuse, then why wouldn't he take advantage of what was already within his grasp? After all, the night was still long…
The two were still standing in front of the full-length mirror, seemingly frozen in their reflection, but their actions behind them were far from honest. And I, standing behind them, could clearly see their actions. The father's hand gradually moved down from Xiaoying's slender waist, slowly and tentatively touching her lower body. What lay below her waist? Xiaoying's full, rounded buttocks slowly fell into her father's hands.
In the mirror, Xiaoying's face finally changed its expression. Her brows furrowed slightly, her cheeks puffed out, and it was clear she was gently biting her teeth. Perhaps she was conflicted, unsure whether to refuse her father or not. Perhaps she was considering and struggling, but she remained still. The father also noticed Xiaoying's expression. His hand paused slightly, remaining on Xiaoying's buttocks. He seemed to be waiting for Xiaoying's decision. After all, the atmosphere tonight was so special and harmonious. The wedding had taken place; wouldn't it be incomplete without a wedding night?
Seeing that Xiaoying only had a struggling expression and no other physical movement, the father's hand gently caressed Xiaoying's buttocks. Therefore, even if Xiaoying didn't physically refuse, even if she only uttered a word of refusal, her father would immediately stop his advances. However, apart from occasional soft moans, Xiaoying made no move or uttered any refusal. For Xiaoying, the sex her father gave her was unparalleled, something she had never experienced before. So far, only her father could give her that. If there was anything Xiaoying was most reluctant to part with from her father, it would definitely be his sexual prowess. Whether Xiaoying was willing or forced by her father, her repeated submission and orgasms proved everything. Tonight was of extraordinary significance. The beginning of this night for the two of them might also mean a complete end. Her father was unwilling, and so was Xiaoying. I believe that at this moment, Xiaoying seemed to be waging an internal war, one side agreeing, the other refusing, the two viewpoints constantly clashing, waiting to see who would win and thus determine what would happen next.
Her father continued to probe, sensing that Xiaoying hadn't refused yet, which proved that there was still more to come that night. The father couldn't help but gently, little by little, lift Xiaoying's tulle skirt with his hand, slowly revealing her fair ankles and calves. Xiaoying, at this moment, was extremely conflicted. Facing the mirror, she bit her lower lip, her other hand constantly rubbing the hem of her skirt. Her inner voice might have told her to refuse, but the allure and reluctance to let go of this moment, perhaps the last of their time together, seemed unwilling to give up.
He lightly lifted Xiaoying's skirt; she didn't resist. Sensing an opportunity, the father released her skirt, once again concealing her ankles and calves. Then, the father moved, taking small steps until he was behind Xiaoying. He slipped his hands under her armpits, then embraced her slender waist, his hands covering her smooth, stretch-free abdomen, gently stroking it. His chin rested lightly on Xiaoying's shoulder. The father leaned on Xiaoying's shoulder, greedily inhaling her fragrance, while Xiaoying, like a puppet, let him do as he pleased.
Everything seemed settled; I knew Xiaoying and her father would be sleepless tonight. The father withdrew his hands, then tentatively and slowly lifted the hem of Xiaoying's wedding dress again. Her legs began to be revealed, and Xiaoying, sensing this, seemed resigned, a hint of annoyance on her face. Her father couldn't decipher this emotion, for he didn't stop. But I, hiding behind the curtains, understood. Xiaoying wasn't angry at her father, but at herself…
Slowly, the father lifted Xiaoying's wedding dress to her waist, revealing her stockings and underwear. The scene was incredibly contradictory. Xiaoying's upper body, clad in a pure white wedding dress, appeared pristine, while her lower body was half-naked, the stockings highlighting a sensuality, allure, and seductiveness. Two completely different temperaments were reflected in Xiaoying's upper and lower body, the contrast so stark and striking.
The father finally revealed a relieved smile, knowing that Xiaoying had agreed to his demands that night, and at least tonight he could perhaps do whatever he wanted with her. His hands kneaded Xiaoying's buttocks, the tender flesh changing shape in his grasp. Xiaoying's vulva was now exposed, still glistening with dried semen.
"Ah..." Xiaoying let out a soft moan as her vulva was suddenly touched by her father. I clearly captured this scene; the father's fingers quickly and gently glided across Xiaoying's labia, just once. After his fingers passed over Xiaoying's labia, the father immediately looked down to examine them. His fingers were covered in clear, glistening love fluid; even with just a light touch, he had touched Xiaoying's love fluid, indicating that she was already aroused.
A look of delight crossed the father's face. Since she wasn't refusing, he should hurry; delay might cause problems. Xiaoying used the mirror as cover, while her father gently unzipped his pants with one hand. He had unzipped them before when he opened the door. He didn't unbuckle his belt, but instead pulled his penis directly from the urethra of his pants. His penis, now covered in dried precum, was already erect again, the glans secreting fluid, ready for anything.
Xiaoying, still immersed in her father's caresses and her inner turmoil, was unaware of his subtle actions behind her back, nor did she sense a venomous snake approaching. Her eyes were closed, the only normal expression remaining on her face was shyness. Her father, watching her reflection in the mirror, guided his penis closer to her vulva.
"Ah..." Xiaoying moaned again, her eyes snapping open. A hint of confusion crossed her face, followed by understanding. At first, she might have mistaken it for her father's finger, but the hardness and thickness of this "finger" were incomparable to ordinary fingers. After her initial confusion, she finally realized what it was. Even before it touched her labia, she could feel its intense heat.
Without any reaction, Xiaoying dropped her bouquet and instantly reached behind her back, blocking her father's thrusting. The father thought he had the night in the bag, but at the last moment, Xiaoying refused him. It was like a stunningly beautiful woman naked and in stockings begging for your attention, but you suddenly became impotent—anyone would be disappointed. Actually
, Xiaoying's resistance wasn't very strong; if the father had been as forceful as before, he could have penetrated her with little effort, much easier than before, since his glans was already against her vaginal opening.
They were locked in a tense standoff, both their faces showing struggle. Xiaoying struggled with whether she should resist if her father forced himself on her, while the father struggled with whether he should continue to force himself on her, just like before. The father's struggle was the most intense. He gritted his teeth, seemingly remembering his promise to Xiaoying. He didn't want to ruin Xiaoying's feelings for him; after all, Xiaoying had agreed to his request to wear a wedding dress. Did he really want to leave a completely bad impression on her forever?
"Sigh..." the father sighed softly, looking very disappointed and dejected. After all, the prize that was almost in his grasp had slipped away. His disappointment was indescribable. The father prepared to pull his hips back, removing his glans from Xiaoying's vulva. Although extremely unwilling, he had to do this to prove his feelings for Xiaoying. Behind the curtain, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This feeling of both anticipation and fear made me restless; I wanted to watch but didn't want to.
Xiaoying watched her father's disappointed expression, a hint of confusion and reluctance flashing across her face. Moreover, all of Xiaoying's negative emotions tonight, including her reluctance, seemed to reach their peak at this moment. Xiaoying gritted her teeth, as if she had made a great decision. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then quickly and resolutely opened her eyes. As her father's hips pulled back, Xiaoying's hand, which had been pushing against his hips, suddenly changed its movement. Xiaoying's hand instantly grabbed her father's hips, preventing him from moving them. The scene froze again. Her father looked up at Xiaoying, this time truly confused, not knowing what she was going to do.
At this moment, Xiaoying simply, shyly, and briefly said a sentence. This sentence was only a few words, but it instantly made my heart sink, while it excited my father immensely. What this sentence meant, my father and I understood perfectly well.
"Be careful, don't ruin the wedding dress and suit..."
"Tonight belongs only to you and me, and it's our last time together. After tonight, I hope everything will become a memory."
Tonight, I will not sleep...
Chapter 171
Xiaoying's words surpassed all the passion in the world. Upon hearing these words, the father's thick, hooked penis jerked upwards, reaching its peak in hardness and length, and immediately secreted a little fluid. The father's breathing suddenly became rapid. He held Xiaoying's buttocks with one hand and his penis with the other, aiming the glans at his target.
Xiaoying stretched out her hands, holding onto the sides of the full-length mirror, slowly bending over, forcefully lifting her buttocks backwards. Her two snow-white buttocks parted due to the backward movement, exposing her pink anus and vulva.
After adjusting her position, Xiaoying slightly parted her legs and lowered her waist...
I watched everything between them, seeing that Xiaoying didn't resist at all this time, but rather cooperated perfectly. I suppressed the urge to rush out, while my heart ached terribly. I truly regretted everything that happened tonight. Putting aside the hurtful feeling of Xiaoying's cooperation, the more important thing was that Xiaoying and her father were wearing wedding attire.
Although I told myself that the wedding was fake, that it was all just their last indulgence before it ended, the significance of the wedding attire was extraordinary. It could be said that the pain and impact of their wedding attire was more intense than their passionate intercourse. I used one hand to hold onto the windowsill, supporting my body. I
didn't want my body to collapse at this moment. I knew I had to be strong, because perhaps something even more impactful was yet to come.
"Ah..." A high-pitched moan suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and I couldn't help but refocus my attention on the two of them. Using the fluids secreted by their genitals, the father aimed his glans and thrust his hips forward. Xiaoying's vagina, already accustomed to her father's thick, long penis, instantly swallowed it entirely, making a slippery sound like an eel burrowing into mud. Everything seemed to fall into place naturally at that moment.
Tonight, there were no barriers, no psychological distance. They adapted to each other's roles, peacefully savoring their wedding night. Xiaoying's moan as she was penetrated was perhaps the most unrestrained and uninhibited she had ever been with her father.
"Thump thump thump..." After penetration, the father began a steady, gentle thrusting motion, vigorous yet tender, without immediately launching into a frenzied frenzy. He knew the night was long; he had plenty of time to enjoy the body of this exquisite woman before him. Xiaoying gripped the sides of the mirror with both hands, tilting her head back to keep her hair from falling.
"Ahhh... um..." Xiaoying's eyes were slightly narrowed as she looked at herself in the mirror. At this moment, Xiaoying's expression was one of utter bliss and ecstasy. Tonight was destined to be sleepless, tonight was destined to be wild. Her father's eyes were also looking at the mirror at this moment. Their eyes met in the mirror, and the pleasure that their bodies brought to each other seemed to fuel their desire even more.
"Huff huff huff..." Her father panted heavily, and couldn't help but thrust into Xiaoying even harder. This sexual encounter could no longer be described as "on" or "fuck." Such lewd and ambiguous sex could only be described as "fuck." Perhaps it was related to my sadness, heartache, and of course, some anger at this moment. "Ahhh..." "Slap slap slap..." "Smack smack..." "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." "Ahhh..." "Slap slap slap..." "Smack smack..." "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." "Ahhh..." "Slap slap slap..." "Smack smack..." "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." The entire room was filled with the symphony of sex, and I became the sole listener of this symphony.
This was perhaps the first time the two of them had seen their own expressions and appearances during sex, thanks to the full-length mirror in front of them. The visual impact on them was unparalleled. At the point where their genitals were joined, semen flowed, increasing and increasing, forming white foam and bubbles.
Because my father was wearing dress pants, his penis was pulled out from the urethra of his pants, and inevitably, some semen got on my father and Xiaoying's wedding dress.
"Hahaha..." The father, having witnessed all this, stopped thrusting. The two, seemingly exhausted, suddenly had a chance to rest, panting heavily as they relaxed. The father slowly began to remove his dress pants, gently unbuckling his belt, then the buttons. The pants, due to gravity, naturally slid down to his feet. He lifted his legs one at a time, then laboriously bent over. Using only the length and strength of his hands, he picked up the pants and tossed them onto the bed. The difficulty stemmed from the fact that he had to keep his penis from slipping out of Xiaoying's vagina during the process of removing and picking up the pants.
Watching this series of actions, I saw the father's thick, long penis deeply embedded in Xiaoying's vagina from beginning to end. Xiaoying was wearing a wedding dress, the skirt of which the father had lifted to her waist, exposing her entire buttocks and thighs. A hideous, dark, veiny object was inserted into the cleft between her buttocks.
"Slap slap slap..." The father began thrusting again. Now that the dress pants were gone, his hips and Xiaoying's buttocks were in direct contact, making the sounds of their bodies colliding less muffled and more crisp. At this moment, both of them were completely naked from the waist down. As the father's thrusts became increasingly intense, Xiaoying involuntarily pushed against the full-length mirror with both hands. The mirror began to make a "thump thump..." sound, adding another element to this symphony of sex. While having sex with Xiaoying, the father kneaded and caressed her buttocks with both hands, enjoying their delicate texture.
After about two minutes, the father's thrusting slowed down. Then, he placed his hands on Xiaoying's slender waist and began to move his feet. Xiaoying, now completely at her father's mercy, moved her feet in response to his movements.
"Smack..." With each step they took, the father thrust in and out violently, pulling out and plunging in completely. They were heading towards the bright red wedding bed. "Smack..." "Ah..." Each thrust from the father brought a soft moan from Xiao Ying. "Smack..." "Ah..." "Smack..." "Ah..."... Each combination of sounds represented a step they took. The distance was less than three meters, but it took them half a minute to cover.
Reaching the bedside, Xiaoying's hands were already weakly supporting her on the bed surface, her legs trembling slightly as she stood on the floor. In those short three meters, her father's repeated thrusts had repeatedly brought her to the brink of collapse. Thankfully, her father held her slender waist, lifting her body. "Smack..." "Ah..." After Xiaoying's hands touched the bed surface, her father, holding her slender waist, gave her a violent thrust. Then all the sounds of sex blended together, a symphony of sounds began again, "Smack smack smack..." This time, her father was working very hard, as if using all his strength. Since he had already ejaculated once, this time it seemed to last longer...
"Ahhhhh..." Xiaoying moaned wildly, letting her father do as he pleased behind her. Time passed slowly, and Xiaoying's hands began to lose strength. When she was exhausted, "Bang..." With a slight tremor of the Simmons mattress, after dozens of frantic thrusts by her father, Xiaoying's hands finally lost their support, her upper body slumped weakly onto the bed, and her legs curled up slightly, all the weight concentrated on her upper body where it touched the bed.
Her father paused for a moment, looking at Xiaoying's weak and powerless appearance due to pleasure, a proud and satisfied smile flashed across his face. Xiaoying's body lowered, forcing him to squat slightly to maintain his thrusts. Her father's legs began to bend slightly, adopting a standard horse stance.
"Slap slap slap..." Her father did not spare her because of her current surrender, continuing to fuck her from behind, like someone pushing her little by little towards the cliff of depravity. Xiaoying's upper body lay prone on the bed, swaying back and forth with her father's thrusting. Her white wedding dress rubbed against the red bed surface. Xiaoying's dress was already low-cut, and now, due to the pressure, her breasts were flattened by the bed, revealing a deep cleavage.
"Pop..." After about five minutes of thrusting, her father stopped and withdrew his penis. As his large, thick head suddenly exited her vagina, Xiaoying, still lying on the bed, trembled slightly, her head lifting up slightly. It was a perfect synchronization with the movement of her father's penis being withdrawn.
After pulling out, her father began to move Xiaoying's limp body. Xiaoying was like a rag doll, letting her father manipulate her body.
He reached out and picked her up, moving her slightly to the side of the bed, then gently turned her over. Xiaoying, who had been lying face down on the bed, was now lying on her back, with most of her lower body still off the edge, only her buttocks barely touching the edge.
She lay there like a limp rag, her full breasts heaving rapidly, her legs spread wide, dangling off the edge. Her vulva was a mess; her slightly swollen labia were covered in semen, vaginal discharge, and other fluids from her father's penis, with sparse pubic hair sticking to the area around her labia. Her vulva was still slightly open, seemingly awaiting the groom's next visit.
Her father's penis hung between her thick, dark pubic hair, veins bulging, sticky and wet. It had just been thoroughly cleansed and churned inside Xiaoying's vagina, revealing its true, unsightly nature. The father's penis bounced up and down with his movements, showing no signs of softening; it remained as hard as before penetration, as if Xiaoying's vagina was never enough for him.
The father, dangling his penis, gazed at the beautiful sight before him, his gaze sweeping from Xiaoying's hair down to her lower body, past her breasts, then her stockings. He admired Xiaoying's incredibly sexy body as if it were a work of art.
After a few minutes of brief respite, their sexual desire subsided slightly, allowing them to last longer. The father lifted Xiaoying's thighs, placing her legs on his arms. A hissing sound rang out as the wedding dress rubbed against the sheets. After lifting Xiaoying's legs, he pulled her body downwards, causing her hips to lose support from the bed, leaving her lower body suspended in the air.
Holding Xiaoying's legs, the father slowly lowered himself, his penis bouncing up and down, automatically searching for its target. "Plop..." "Ugh..." After bouncing up and down twice, the father's penis found its target. With a thrust, his penis entered Xiaoying's slippery vagina. "Slap slap slap..."
The father held Xiaoying's thighs with both hands and began to thrust wildly. The separation of the penis and vagina did not make them feel unfamiliar with each other; they still needed and were bound to each other.
"Doggy style"... This was the first time the two of them had used this position. Xiaoying lay on the bed, her legs raised high by her father. His thick, long penis kept going in and out of her vagina. Xiaoying could only passively sway her body with her father's thrusts. Her two full breasts swayed back and forth under her wedding dress.
"Ahhh..." Xiaoying moaned softly with her father's thrusts, her head, resting on the bed, occasionally swaying, sometimes turning to the left, sometimes to the right. Her eyes were slightly closed; perhaps she disliked the glare of the light, or perhaps she didn't want to face her father's lewd gaze. Only by closing her eyes could she more fully immerse herself in the pleasure of this sexual act...
Chapter 172
Xiaoying's high heels had already been removed, revealing her toes encased in black stockings. Her legs were currently being lifted by her father's arms, her ten toes curling and flexing with each thrust, sometimes pointing towards the instep, sometimes towards the arch. It was clear how much stimulation her father's thrusting and penetration was giving her, and how comfortable and pleasurable it must feel.
After a few minutes of this "doggy style" position, her father paused. He took a few deep breaths, then lifted one of Xiaoying's thighs onto his shoulders, freeing his hands. He changed positions, while Xiaoying lay on the bed breathing rapidly, her full breasts, encased in her wedding dress, rising and falling in a stunning display.
After lifting Xiaoying's legs onto his shoulders, his gaze was drawn to her heaving chest. "Mmm..." Xiaoying let out a soft moan. Her breasts, encased in her wedding dress, were suddenly grasped by her father, who gently kneaded them through the fabric. Xiaoying, exhausted, could only raise her chin, enjoying his caresses.
After a few strokes, her father seemed unsatisfied with the dress. He slowly pulled down the bra, revealing Xiaoying's vibrant breasts and pink nipples under the light.
It had been a long time since he had properly admired Xiaoying's breasts from head to toe under the light. Looking at the beautiful sight before him, at the two pink nipples atop her breasts, he swallowed hard. Xiaoying's breasts were the most alluring thing, something one could never tire of looking at.
"Sizzle..." "Ah..." After a few glances, he couldn't resist pouncing on her, grasping one breast in each hand while taking the other into his mouth, sucking the entire nipple and areola, causing Xiaoying to let out a high-pitched moan. The father's mouth savored one nipple while his hand caressed the other, occasionally licking the nipple, sometimes sucking it entirely. Xiaoying's two breasts changed shape constantly in his hands and mouth, slowly becoming soaked with his saliva.
"Slap slap slap..." After savoring for a while, the father, still holding Xiaoying's nipple in his mouth, began to thrust his hips and continue. Xiaoying's body was very flexible; although her father's shoulders pressed her legs down low, it was still more than enough for her.
"Ahhh..." Xiaoying's vagina was occupied by her father's penis, her breasts by his hands and mouth; the two most sensual parts of Xiaoying's body were occupied by her father, and Xiaoying's moans became even higher and more ecstatic than before...
The entire room was filled with the sounds of sucking, the impact of flesh, and the smacking of flesh rubbing together, and I, hiding behind the curtains, became the best witness and the only witness to this wedding and the wedding night. I watched everything clearly. Just moments ago, I still had sexual desire, but the wedding was underway, and the sight of Xiaoying in her wedding dress was stimulating. Now, my penis was just as hard as before, but the tip was still leaking fluid. If I were the father in his place, would my current predicament be resolved?
My father's penis continued to enter Xiaoying's vagina, while his mouth and hands were never idle. His mouth lingered on Xiaoying's breasts, finally pressing her neck upwards, kissing her neck, shoulders, and collarbone. "Mmm..." Xiaoying's moan was suddenly interrupted, because her father had already kissed her lips. He was frantically sucking on her mouth, while Xiaoying remained motionless, not shaking her head to avoid it, letting him taste her saliva.
Her two delicate red lips were sucked into his mouth, and when their mouths parted, I could see his tongue occasionally probing into her mouth. They were exchanging not only their love juices but also their saliva.
"Mmm..." "Slap slap slap..." The room was filled with the sounds of passion. My father and Xiaoying were enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure, slowly savoring the process. For them, it would be better if the moment of climax never came, so they could continue forever, enjoying each other's company forever. But for me, I wanted it all to end sooner, to lessen the torment and pain. I waited, I longed for their climax, so I could find a chance to leave, to leave this place of sorrow and conflict. I even wondered if I needed to leave forever, leaving everything behind for my father and Xiaoying. At this moment, for the first time, I felt like an unwanted person in this family.
"Ah..." With Xiaoying's loudest moan, my thoughts returned to reality. I saw that my father and Xiaoying's mouths were apart, and my father had thrust his penis all the way into Xiaoying's vagina, their hips pressed tightly together. Their pubic hair was intertwined. Xiaoying's toes were all curled up, looking so wanton, and both Xiaoying and her father's bodies began to tremble violently.
Through the reflection in the mirror, I saw their genitals; her father's scrotum was contracting rapidly, continuously injecting semen into the deepest part of Xiaoying's vagina. Her father's hairy anus and Xiaoying's pink anus were contracting in unison, both finally reaching their climax. They were tightly joined together, fertilizing each other, and I, hiding behind the curtains, breathed a sigh of relief. Was it finally over? I really didn't want to watch anymore. Perhaps out of sight, out of mind. I was already exhausted; I just wanted to find a quiet place to relieve my physical fatigue and heal my emotional wounds.
"Huff, huff..." Her father fertilized Xiaoying for a full half minute; after ejaculation and orgasm, he stood up. His upper body pressed against Xiaoying's, his stubble-covered face flattening her breasts, making them seem like her pillows. Both were savoring the afterglow of their orgasm; all sound in the room ceased, leaving only their rapid breathing.
After about five minutes of calming down, the father slowly propped himself up with his hands, his face reluctantly leaving Xiaoying's breasts. Standing upright, he slowly moved his hips back, his dark, limp penis beginning to withdraw inch by inch from Xiaoying's vagina, like a Japanese samurai slowly drawing his most powerful weapon.
"Pop..." As the head of his penis was finally withdrawn, Xiaoying's vagina burst open, and the semen gushed out like a flood, overflowing her vaginal opening, flowing over her anus, and dripping onto the ground.
Xiaoying was completely exhausted. She lay on the bed like a limp rag, letting the semen flow freely as she rested and tried to calm herself. Her father, however, seemed to have discovered something amazing. He squatted down, bringing his head close to Xiaoying's crotch, his eyes lecherously watching the semen flow out. Seeing his offspring continuously flowing from Xiaoying's vagina, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. But after a while, he couldn't resist inserting his finger.
"Ah..." Xiaoying let out a weary gasp, but she didn't move, not even opening her eyes. Her father had slowly inserted his finger into Xiaoying's vagina, continuously drawing out thick semen, seemingly endlessly. Seeing this, I truly admired my father. This was the second time he had ejaculated, yet the amount and concentration of semen were still so large.
After playing with Xiaoying's vagina for a while, my father suddenly turned his attention to Xiaoying's anus.
Seeing the semen covering Xiaoying's anus, the father's eyes suddenly flashed with a green light, and he pondered briefly. It was unclear what he was thinking. After a brief moment of thought, he extended his finger again, gently placing it on Xiaoying's anus.
Because of the father's finger, the semen flowing from her vagina temporarily gathered on Xiaoying's anus.
"Ah..." Xiaoying let out another unusual moan. It turned out that her father, seeing that the semen had gathered around her anus, had used his finger, still wet with semen, to insert into her anus. The moment his finger entered, Xiaoying's upper body arched violently, then lay back down. She didn't show any sign of despair; instead, her legs rubbed against the bedside and her father's body.
Her father seemed to have discovered a new toy, repeatedly withdrawing his finger from Xiaoying's anus, coating it with semen, and then inserting it back in, seemingly trying to force all the remaining semen into her anus.
I could see his thoughts at that moment. His semen had occupied Xiaoying's mouth, her vagina, and her uterus, but never her anus. With his size, having intercourse with Xiaoying seemed impossible, and besides, Xiaoying wouldn't accept intercourse. As a second choice, wasn't his father inserting his semen into Xiaoying's anus a kind of alternative to intercourse? Regardless, Xiaoying's chrysanthemum had been finally occupied by him, and he had no regrets for the night.
Five minutes later, not a single drop of semen flowed from Xiaoying's vagina, and the father had completed his possession of her chrysanthemum. The father removed his upper garment—the formal attire was only for the wedding; it had to be removed for the wedding night. After
removing his blouse, the father began to help the exhausted Xiaoying change. He removed the wedding veil from Xiaoying's head, and she allowed him to lift her upper body and manipulate her.
After finishing, the father used tissues to clean his penis and Xiaoying's vulva, while Xiaoying passively enjoyed this princess-like treatment. After cleaning herself, the father lifted Xiaoying by the waist and placed her on the bed, then lay down beside her, the two of them lying side-by-side on their backs. The only difference was that Xiaoying's eyes were closed, while the father's were open.
The two lay on the wedding bed, the marks of their lovemaking, the bright red bedding, the red "double happiness" characters on the walls, the garlands on the ceiling—everything seemed to reflect the wedding night and the joy of their consummation. Everything seemed complete, lacking nothing. The father looked content, lying on his back, occasionally glancing around the room, then turning to look at Xiaoying beside him, clad only in stockings and garters, her face radiating excitement, happiness, and satisfaction. His penis, though limp, was still larger than mine, hanging limply between his hairy pubic legs.
Tonight might not end so quickly, and I stood behind the curtains, unable to speak of my suffering. How could I leave this room? I couldn't just stand behind the curtains all night; the night was too long. The two of them were happy, while I, the legitimate husband, was suffering.
I waited, waiting for them to fall asleep, then I would find a chance to slip away. But before I could finish my thought, I saw Xiaoying open her eyes, then shakily sit up in bed, then get out, dragging her trembling legs towards the outside. She even picked up her clothes halfway through.
Was Xiaoying leaving? Was she regretting not staying tonight? Her father was the same; he immediately stood up, watching Xiaoying nervously, as if afraid she was leaving. Xiaoying took her clothes and walked to the door, but simply draped her coat over her shoulders.
"There's no bathroom inside, I'm going to relieve myself outside..." Xiaoying seemed to sense her father's nervousness and confusion, and then explained with her back to him that the house her father lived in was a single-story building without a floor drain, so there was no bathroom inside. They had to relieve themselves outside, and the outside toilet was newly built; the cement hadn't dried yet. For the past few days, they had been relieving themselves wherever they could find a spot in the woods or bushes. There was no other way; the conditions were just that basic.
Hearing Xiaoying's explanation, her father's expression finally brightened. Xiaoying wouldn't leave tonight; the night was still long…
Chapter 173
Xiaoying went out wearing only stockings and high heels, and a light jacket over her upper body. It made sense; her father's house was in a secluded area on the island, and the power station was surrounded by barbed wire fences. Within a large area, only her father's house existed; it could be said that only the three of us lived within a mile radius. There wouldn't be anyone else. This was why Xiaoying was so daring and dressed so provocatively.
Xiaoying went out, while I hid behind the curtains, groaning in pain. My legs were already numb and aching. I wanted to bend down and rub my thighs, but her father was still in the room, and I dared not move, because the room was so quiet.
After Xiaoying left, her father sat on the bed, looking somewhat restless, his expression showing concern for Xiaoying. Firstly, it was so dark outside; how could Xiaoying dare to go into the woods and bushes alone at night? You see, before, when Xiaoying and I stayed at my father's, if it got a little late, Xiaoying would always ask me to accompany her to the restroom because she was scared. But this time, Xiaoying went by herself. After all, my father is different from me. Although she and my father had an unusual relationship, she still couldn't bring herself to ask him.
Secondly, Xiaoying was dressed so sexily and revealingly. What if there were thieves or other strangers in the courtyard one night? Wouldn't that be very "dangerous" for Xiaoying? In my father's heart, Xiaoying was more than just a daughter-in-law. He had already made her his most important love, so he was always worried about her and would never allow anything to happen to her. My father hesitated briefly on the bed, bit his lip, and then simply put on his shorts and slippers and ran out to protect Xiaoying, my beloved wife.
After my father ran out, I quickly moved my stiff legs and emerged from behind the curtains. I rubbed my legs with both hands, then stiffly walked outside. I breathed a sigh of relief; this was heaven giving me
a chance to "escape." Although I was reluctant to leave, I really had to go. After all, I had seen what I needed to see; nothing else mattered anymore.
After a few steps, my legs started to move normally. I walked cautiously forward, afraid of bumping into Xiaoying and my father. After a few steps, I saw my father's back. He was hiding by the edge of the bushes, his eyes constantly glancing ahead, seemingly looking at something. Luckily, I was afraid of bumping into my father and Xiaoying, so I was very alert and noticed my father's well-hidden position. Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed him and would have just walked past him. So…
I carefully hid in the bushes on the other side to see what my father was looking at. I followed my father's gaze and saw Xiaoying wandering along the path in the woods. Xiaoying is a rather particular and cultured person. She doesn't like to relieve herself anywhere. Last time I came here with her, I accompanied her, and she spent several minutes just finding a place to relieve herself. It's no wonder that a beautiful city girl like her, raised in the countryside, feels uncomfortable relieving herself anywhere; it's quite a burden for her.
Since it was night, Xiaoying wasn't far from the house, but standing in the middle of the path, looking at the dense grass and eerie woods beside her, and the howling wind, everything was terrifying for Xiaoying, a woman. Xiaoying hesitated; she was truly afraid. But after glancing into the house a few times, she abandoned the idea of having her father accompany her. She seemed very frightened, but stood there helplessly. Three minutes had passed since she came out. It seemed she still hadn't relieved herself.
My gaze then turned to my father. His face was wary, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, as if afraid of strangers entering. With him there, he was certain no bad people would harm Xiaoying. His only remaining worry was Xiaoying's timidity, but compared to his earlier concerns, that was no longer important. He knew Xiaoying didn't want him to accompany her, so he figured he might as well silently act as her protector.
Two minutes later, Xiaoying's legs involuntarily tightened and rubbed together; it was clear she couldn't hold back any longer. She bit her lip; she couldn't resist anymore. Seemingly disregarding everything else, she went straight to a spot very close to the path and began to relieve herself.
She squatted down with her eyes closed, seemingly to lessen her fear. My father and I could clearly see Xiaoying's vulva between her legs in the moonlight; it was now parted due to her squatting position.
This squatting posture for urinating is very attractive to some men, as it's highly suggestive and lewd, instantly arousing their lust. Especially since Xiaoying was wearing unlined stockings, her vulva exposed by her open draped clothes, and her beautiful face, coupled with this… posture… In the darkness, I seemed to see a wild, green light gleaming in my father's eyes, echoing the moonlight. I remembered a TV series I'd seen before, about a man under a curse who transformed into a werewolf every full moon. My father at that moment seemed like that werewolf from the show, slowly undergoing his transformation.
Father swallowed hard, then, as if struck by a thought, his eyes scanned the surroundings: the dense grass, the woods, the strong wind, the sound of the river, the moonlight—the environment and conditions were perfectly suited to Jin. Everything was in place. Father decided to ambush his prey. He and Xiaoying had tried many things, from rape to various positions, but they seemed to have never done it in the open. Father seemed to be a master of sexual prowess; through their time making love, he had developed many techniques that even made his son, living in the modern city, feel ashamed of.
Father moved slowly through the grass, gradually creeping behind Xiaoying, searching for the right moment to strike and kill her. Xiaoying had finished relieving herself and stood up, legs spread. Afterwards, Xiaoying wiped herself with a tissue. She was a very clean woman; even when she needed to relieve herself, she would clean herself thoroughly. I once teased her, saying that women are naturally troublesome, which earned me a scolding from Xiaoying.
When my father moved away, I gave up the idea of leaving. After all, perhaps there was something new to watch in this overgrown place. I was filled with intense curiosity, even though it might cause me pain. But if I didn't see it, I wouldn't be satisfied. My body, driven by my curiosity, began to follow my father.
When my father moved behind Xiaoying, I moved behind him too. At this moment, the three of us could be described by the proverb, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Xiaoying was the cicada, the prey; my father was the mantis, the hunter preparing to catch the cicada; and I was the oriole, spying on my father and Xiaoying's adultery. But... was I even the oriole? I could only spy; did I have the courage and audacity to catch them in the act? Xiaoying had finished cleaning up. She tightened the clothes draped over her shoulders and moved to leave. Knowing this was the perfect opportunity, the father quickly pulled off his only pair of shorts, tossing them onto the grass. His penis became erect again; only about half an hour had passed since his second ejaculation. It seemed he was determined to push his sexual
prowess to the limit, to the point of exhaustion. With his shorts off, his erect penis stood ready, poised and ready. Then, like a cheetah, he pounced on his prey, Xiaoying, with lightning speed. The sounds of the wind and the river masked the noise, so Xiaoying didn't hear a thing.
"Ah..." The father suddenly hugged Xiaoying from behind. Xiaoying was startled and screamed in extreme fear. However, it was night, and the three of them were alone in the empty space. The sound of the wind, the river, and the rustling of the grass and trees was enough to drown out Xiaoying's scream. Moreover, the wind was blowing against her, so the sound would be carried to the river behind the house. In short, Xiaoying's cries for help would only be drowned out.
"Ah... Help..." Xiaoying screamed in terror. Anyone would be suddenly hugged from behind in this terrifying night and environment, and wouldn't know if it was a person or a ghost. It was already a testament to Xiaoying's strength that she didn't faint. At this moment, Xiaoying only knew how to struggle and cry for help, seemingly forgetting everything else.
The father, with a sly smile, held Xiaoying tightly from behind. It was clear he was joking, his smile tinged with mischief. But watching him from the nearby bushes, however, a hint of dread crept into my mind—or rather, my imagination.
As Xiaoying struggled, her father, barely suppressing his laughter, held her tightly. Xiaoying, terrified, dared not turn around to see what was behind her. What if it was…? Because I used to love watching horror and zombie movies, Xiaoying always covered her ears, afraid to watch or even listen to the sounds.
He held her close, and the two drew circles on the grass in the woods, constantly changing positions. The father continued to tease Xiaoying, occasionally kneading her breasts. By now, Xiaoying's coat had fallen off from her struggles, leaving her completely naked except for her stockings and garter belt.
As Xiaoying struggled, her buttocks unintentionally rubbed against her father's groin and penis at point-blank range, while her father's hands groped back and forth on her breasts. His lust was already aroused.
After a while, he freed one hand, used it to support his penis, and moved the glans, searching for the right position. Because Xiaoying
was constantly crying for help and struggling, bending forward to escape, her buttocks were thrust back—an excellent position for rear-entry. Xiaoying probably already sensed the danger approaching; behind her was either a lecherous man or a pervert.
"Dad…help me…" After struggling and crying for so long, Xiaoying finally remembered the house not far away and her father inside. At this moment, she finally managed to call out to her father, pleading for help. Behind Xiaoying, her father showed a hint of satisfaction and gratitude.
My father was very strong; he could completely restrain Xiaoying by wrapping one arm around her waist. Xiaoying seemed to have forgotten about her fingernails, her weapon. If she were conscious, her father's arm would already be a bloody mess from scratching.
Because Xiaoying kept struggling and twisting her body, my father, supporting his penis from behind, couldn't find the right spot. Everything seemed to depend on chance, fate, and when his penis would find the correct position. Watching
Xiaoying struggle, I desperately wanted to rescue her, and at that moment, I couldn't help but resent my father. Playing around is one thing, but scaring Xiaoying like that went too far. What if she fainted or got sick? That would be a huge loss.
At that moment, I couldn't guess what my father was thinking. Perhaps I inherited my twisted psychology from him. If he weren't a pervert, he wouldn't be engaging in this role-playing rape and outdoor sex. It seems my impression of my father is still stuck in my childhood; I've never seriously examined him with an adult's perspective.
"Ah..." With a strange scream from Xiaoying, a scream tinged with fear and something else entirely, my thoughts were instantly interrupted. I saw that the hand that had been supporting my father's penis had freed itself, and now both hands were tightly embracing Xiaoying. My father's hips were pressed tightly against Xiaoying's round, pert buttocks without any gap...
Chapter 174
Seeing my father's hips pressed tightly against Xiaoying's buttocks, I knew that my father had finally succeeded. He had used this barbaric method and this special outdoor environment to penetrate Xiaoying. After penetrating, my father did not immediately thrust, because Xiaoying was still struggling, and after penetration, she struggled even more fiercely.
"Ouch..." My father suddenly cried out in pain. I opened my eyes and saw that after being penetrated, Xiaoying had finally come up with a desperate plan. She lowered her head and bit my father's arm. It was clear that Xiaoying was biting very hard, making my father scream.
"Xiaoying, let go, it's me... I just wanted to tease you... It hurts..." At this moment, my father no longer cared about playing the rape game. He could only obediently beg for mercy.
Xiaoying heard the familiar voice behind her, stopped struggling, and froze there. She seemed unable to believe that the person behind her was her father. She slowly released her bite on his arm, then struggled to turn her head. She saw her father with a pained expression and a wicked smile. At this moment, her father's wicked smile contained a hint of bitterness. He seemed not to have thought that he had gone too far. Today, Xiaoying had put on a wedding dress for him, and everything had gone his way, cooperating with her. That's why her father had the courage to play this rape game. Perhaps at least tonight he wouldn't be afraid of Xiaoying. Tonight, he was the one in control, Xiaoying's groom.
"You..." Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief. Turning back to glare at her father, Xiaoying was terrified. People often lose their temper under extreme stress.
"You bastard, let me go! Don't touch me..." Xiaoying was still furious and started struggling again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was just joking with you." Seeing Xiaoying was truly angry, her father tensed up and apologized. However, despite his apology, he didn't release her, and his penis remained firmly inside her vagina.
"Ouch..." Xiaoying's struggles had accidentally touched a wound on her father's arm, where a clear tooth mark was visible and bleeding. She was lucky she hadn't bitten off a piece of flesh; thankfully, he revealed his identity, otherwise she really would have.
"Hmph... serves you right..." Seeing the more serious wound on her father's arm, Xiaoying's anger subsided somewhat, but she still gave a reproachful sound.
"Mmm..." Xiaoying whimpered, then struggled a few more times. She accidentally touched the penis tightly inserted into her vagina, which stirred unintentionally. Without fear, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Without fear, she began to experience the pleasure brought by this thick, long penis that she both loved and hated.
"Slap slap slap..." Hearing Xiaoying's moan, the father knew his mistake had been forgiven, not completely. But if he "performed" well now, perhaps all his wrongdoings would be wiped away by the allure of sex. So, after Xiaoying let out that moan, the father held her, his hips beginning to thrust, slapping against Xiaoying's buttocks with crisp slapping sounds. In the night, Xiaoying's buttocks rippled from the father's thrusts.
"Oh...mmm..." After her father began thrusting, Xiaoying let out a soft cry, then started moaning. Both of them were at the peak of their sexual desire tonight, seemingly unsatisfied with each other's bodies. Although they had already completed two full sexual encounters, making love now still brought them such ecstasy. Xiaoying's moans echoed in the night, carried by the wind, swirling around my ears like a bewitching melody. I lay prone in the grass, like a crawling warrior, or a lewd voyeur, while my father and Xiaoying stood together, copulating. I lay on the ground... I had to crane my neck to look up at the two of them, who seemed so high and mighty to me, and I felt so insignificant. After looking up for a while, my neck ached, and I tried to lift my head higher, but my body had to remain pressed tightly against the grass. "Pat pat pat..." Although my father's vigorous thrusting and Xiaoying's struggles gradually subsided, her hands, which had been pushing him away, slowly turned into caresses, and her once angry eyes were now filled with enjoyment and desire. My father sensed all this, knowing that everything was over, and the rest was his time to shine. He couldn't help but work even harder, arrogantly... Enjoy this woman's body.
Looking up, I saw the cleft between Xiaoying's legs, her vulva, where a thick, veiny penis was constantly moving in and out. Each time it withdrew, it brought out a sticky fluid, so viscous, flowing from Xiaoying's vaginal opening, then down into her sparse pubic hair. After gathering to a certain point, it dripped down due to gravity, the fluid dripping onto the grass without breaking in the middle. A glistening thread connected the grass and Xiaoying's pubic hair, now appearing so crystalline under the moonlight. It was crystal clear, and so transparent.
Because her father was slightly taller than Xiaoying, he had to squat slightly to reach her. After a while, perhaps tired, he used both hands to lift Xiaoying up a little while he continued. Xiaoying probably sensed this, as this position was indeed tiring.
With the father's exertion, Xiaoying slowly rose onto her tiptoes, only her toes touching the ground, her heels and soles completely off the grass, swaying back and forth as she received her father's thrusts, letting out seductive moans from her cherry-like lips.
"Pop..." In the heat of the moment, her father suddenly pulled out his entire penis, causing Xiaoying to gasp slightly. After pulling out his penis, he dangled his wet penis and began picking up Xiaoying's coat and his own underwear, then spread them together to make a small makeshift bed. Xiaoying watched her father busily working with hazy eyes. Once he finished, he immediately ran behind her, who was still standing there dumbfounded, and supported her slender waist, guiding his penis to her side.
"Ah...ha..." Her father's penis filled Xiaoying's vagina again. "Slap slap slap..." Taking advantage of his lingering lust, he quickly continued to thrust vigorously, rekindling his desire.
As he worked, he moved with Xiaoying, slowly walking to the bed he had just made. He gently bent Xiaoying's waist, clearly intending for her to lie down on the bed. However, Xiaoying understood his intention and turned to look at her father, pouting and shaking her head. She didn't seem angry; her expression seemed almost coquettish.
The previous doggy-style encounters had all been somewhat reluctant on Xiaoying's part. This was the first time she had willingly engaged in doggy-style sex while fully conscious. Looking at Xiaoying's coquettish manner, a sudden glint of confusion appeared in the father's eyes. He was momentarily captivated by her charm.
After a while, the father regained his senses, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes. Xiaoying's expression held no intimidation whatsoever; it only served to further entice him. The father continued to gently press Xiaoying's body. After a brief "stalemate," Xiaoying turned her head away reproachfully, as if she were truly angry. The father was taken aback, feeling a pang of guilt. He hadn't expected Xiaoying to be genuinely upset, and he blamed himself for being too greedy. Had he asked for too much? The father felt tense and remorseful, but he never expected what would happen next.
To our astonishment, Xiaoying turned her back to him and slowly bent over, then lowered her legs. To prevent his penis from slipping out of Xiaoying's vagina, the father could only helplessly follow her body as she slowly squatted down. The moment felt both fleeting and incredibly long. Xiaoying finally knelt on the makeshift bed on the grass, her hands on the ground, her head bowed, her hair swept to one side. From my side, without her hair obscuring her face, I could clearly see Xiaoying's blushing face. Her father also slowly squatted down with her, as if taking a horse stance.
Father seemed unable to believe it was all real, and I couldn't believe it was Xiaoying who had initiated it. My eyes and cheeks were wet; I didn't know if it was my own tears or dew from the grass. Perhaps it was dew, but where would dew come from in the middle of the night? Father remained squatting there, dumbfounded, while Xiaoying remained prone in a doggy-style position, waiting. After a while, she noticed Father wasn't moving. She glanced back at him and saw him still standing there, seemingly dazed. Xiaoying then swayed her round, full buttocks, giving Father a hint. Father was startled awake by Xiaoying's hip movement. Only then did he realize it was real, not a dream. Excitement filled his face. He placed his hands on Xiaoying's slender waist and pressed down again. Perhaps Xiaoying's waist was still a bit high, and feeling the pressure from Father's hands, her slender waist, like a collapsing bridge, lowered further. At this moment, Xiaoying's buttocks were raised high, appearing so beautiful and so wanton.
"Slap slap slap..." The father stroked Xiaoying's small buttocks and the slender waist that he, her husband, had always been fascinated by. His hips began to shake violently, his penis thrusting in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. His dark, hairy testicles swayed back and forth, slapping against Xiaoying's clitoris. "Ahhh..." Xiaoying could only respond to her father's efforts with soft moans, which were also her way of encouraging him.
The father's hands slowly moved forward, reaching under Xiaoying's arms, and then grasped her breasts, which swayed with his thrusts. At this moment, the two of them were having sex in the most primal position.
The stimulation brought by the outdoor sex was not only to the father, but also to Xiaoying. The breeze brushed against their bodies, and the sound of the grass and leaves nearby became a new symphony of sex. Everything returned to nature. At this moment, there was no father-in-law, no daughter-in-law, only a man and a woman, like Adam and Eve, as if in the beginning of chaos, returning to the most primal state of humankind's procreation.
Their intercourse continued, each enjoying the other's body. At this moment, the sky was their blanket, the earth their bed…
Chapter 175.
I took one last look at my father's house. I knew I should leave now. Looking any further would only reveal my father and Xiaoying's lovemaking, orgasm, penetration, and insemination. Could I still bear that? Looking
any further would only confirm the number of times they had sex and how vigorous my father had been tonight. Thinking this, I walked towards the gate of the power station where my father worked, my heart filled with conflict. When my hand touched the doorknob, I hesitated. I bit my lower lip; perhaps influenced by Xiaoying, I even did this when my heart was conflicted. I felt the pain in my lip, but I didn't even have the courage to bite it until it bled.
My inner resentment made me turn around and run back to the house. Leaving like this would leave me with lifelong regret. I ran very fast, perhaps forgetting my fatigue, only feeling stubbornness and determination. When I reached the opposite side of my father's house, I saw the open door, but I didn't have the courage to go in. There was no longer a chance to hide inside. I could only run to the window of the room where my father and Xiaoying were. I pressed my ear hard against the window to listen. Actually, I didn't need to press my ear against the window to hear the sounds of flesh colliding and moaning coming from inside, but I wanted to hear it more clearly.
"Slap slap slap..." "Mmm... Ah..." The sounds of flesh colliding and Xiaoying's high-pitched moans were incessant. Listening to the sounds inside, imagining their positions, I felt a growing anxiety; something was missing. I carefully searched the window, looking for even the slightest gap. Because the curtains were drawn tightly, I searched back and forth, finally finding a gap in the middle of the curtains—a gap I had accidentally pulled open when I left behind them. It was less than two centimeters wide, but it was enough for me.
The room was brightly lit, while it was dark outside the window. This difference in light made me feel safer; I could see clearly inside, while Xiaoying and her father couldn't easily see me. I saw my father having sex with Xiaoying in a "doggy style" position. Xiaoying was lying on her back on the bed; it seemed that after they entered the room in a "train bento" position, my father had simply laid Xiaoying down on the bed. Their sex was becoming increasingly skilled and coordinated, their moans and gasps rising and falling.
While having sex with Xiaoying, my father would occasionally lower his head to kiss her nipples and lips, and sometimes he would grab her breasts and knead them like balls. After watching for a while, I squatted down to rest. The window was rather low, and I had to half-squat to see what was happening inside. And if I kept staring, my father or Xiaoying might glance out the window and notice my bright eyes.
Father and Xiaoying changed positions, their battle growing increasingly intense. After about twenty minutes, with Xiaoying experiencing an even more intense orgasm, Father once again deeply ejaculated into Xiaoying's uterus.
I watched intently as their trembling bodies and Father's trembling, contracting testicles completed their third insemination. Father withdrew his penis and lay down beside Xiaoying, who this time used a wet wipe to plug her vaginal opening and cleaned herself. Since Father had been the one initiating most of the intercourse tonight, he was at his peak physical condition, having already ejaculated three times in just over two hours. He was now completely exhausted.
Xiaoying considerately didn't wait for Father to clean up, perhaps knowing his fatigue, so she cleaned herself first, and then began cleaning Father. I watched as Xiaoying, with her slender, manicured fingers, gently pinched her father's limp penis and cleaned it thoroughly with a wet wipe. After cleaning his penis, she cleaned his testicles and pubic hair, which were covered in semen. Once finished, Xiaoying threw away the wipe and, dragging her weak body, began cleaning up the traces on the floor. Throughout this process, Xiaoying remained naked, her beautiful body exposed. Her figure hadn't changed; it was still the same as before. Only this body, so familiar to me, had been conquered by my father time and time again. Perhaps it was my imagination, but after being so frequently aroused by my father, Xiaoying seemed even more voluptuous, her figure more alluring, and her face more seductive than before. All of this seemed to be thanks to my father's caresses and affection.

At this moment, looking at Xiaoying's delicate body and face, recalling all the memories and processes from when I first met her until now, a sense of fear arose in my heart. I was suddenly afraid of losing Xiaoying, that all that I had driven would ultimately leave me all alone. Although reason told me that my father and Xiaoying would never leave me, I couldn't help but worry. I was afraid that Xiaoying's heart would eventually belong to my father, and then I, as her husband and head of the family, would become a mere symbol, a superfluous person, a stumbling block between Xiaoying and my father.
This fear, which I shouldn't have felt, coupled with the biting wind outside, made my body tremble uncontrollably. It was already late at night, and the temperature was dropping. Exhaustion and fatigue lowered my resistance to the cold; I felt very cold, both in my heart and body. I curled up under the window outside my father's house, hugging my knees, hoping that curling up would make me feel warmer.
I no longer cared about what was happening inside, because the lovemaking inside had ended, and judging from my father's appearance, he wouldn't be able to get an erection again anytime soon. A little while later, the lights in the room went out. I could still see my reflection in the moonlight, but now that the lights were off, it felt as if the room had lost some of its warmth, and I felt even colder. I couldn't help but curl myself up tighter.
As the room lights went out, darkness enveloped me, leaving only the biting wind and the rushing river as my companions. I was exhausted and hungry; I hadn't eaten all evening, and my body was so weak, its functions at their lowest point. This physical despondency mirrored my mental state. Scenes of Xiaoying and my father flashed through my hazy mind, one after another, until I felt utterly pessimistic. For the first time, I felt this utterly hopeless. I turned to look at the surging river. Though it was close, just minutes away, my despair made me want to walk towards it and jump in. In a few minutes, I would know nothing.
My body might be carried a thousand miles from home, floating on the surface, or perhaps devoured by the fish.
No, I'm not a pessimist. I can't let reality defeat me. Besides, what I thought was impossible—weren't I confident enough? And then I thought of Hao Hao, and my family. I couldn't do this. At that moment, I was acting impulsively and irrationally, so all my thoughts were wrong.
I shook my drowsy head, trying to clear my head. I was very close to the window; the soundproofing of a bungalow was obviously no match for an apartment building. In my hazy state, I overheard my father and Xiao Ying talking in the room. Their voices were very soft and quiet, like sweet whispers between a couple. But their voices were so soft, and my mind was a little hazy, so I couldn't hear what they were saying at all. Only at the end could I occasionally hear their laughter. Xiao Ying's laughter was as gentle as ever, and my father's laughter was so content and happy.
Gradually, the room fell silent. After a while, I heard my father's characteristic snoring. Although it wasn't loud, it penetrated the walls very well, and I could hear it clearly. I wondered if Xiao Ying could fall asleep listening to my father's snoring. She probably could, after all, she was so tired and content today; Xiao Ying must be sleeping very soundly.
The two of them were naked, embracing in the room, enjoying their tender embrace, while I huddled outside, experiencing the madness and torment of nature. That night, I didn't sleep, nor did I dare to. I was afraid that if I fell asleep, I wouldn't wake up—not afraid of dying, but afraid of passing out. So I tried to stay awake, occasionally looking up at the stars, searching for astronomical knowledge I'd learned in school, and observing the surrounding scenery, trying every way to distract myself and make time pass faster.
But the night was long, and negative emotions would still suddenly assail me, which I tried to dispel. That night felt like an eternity. I thought a lot, experienced a lot, and endured a lot, both mentally and physically. This night was arguably the most miserable I'd ever been since birth. It made me suddenly understand many things, and allowed me to truly feel the meaning and beauty of life. I deeply regretted some of the things I'd done in the past, but it wasn't too late. This night will undoubtedly have a profound impact on my future path.
Finally, the next morning arrived. Daylight had broken, the sun was rising in the east, and I was still half asleep, having not slept a wink all night. My hair and clothes were damp with dew. There had been no other sound in the house all night. I checked my phone; it was already four in the morning, more than three hours before work.

In another hour, around five, a boat would be on the river, and I could go home.
I felt very cold and hungry, my body extremely weak. One hour left to endure, and for the first time, I desperately wanted time to pass quickly, and for the first time, an hour felt incredibly long.
As I waited, I suddenly heard a noise in the house. I heard my father and Xiaoying seem to have woken up, and then they started talking. My body was weak, and my hearing had deteriorated considerably. The wind was light, and the morning chill was worse than the night before. I still couldn't hear what my father and Xiaoying were saying. About ten minutes later, "Ugh..." Xiaoying let out a strange, ecstatic gasp. My senses seemed to return somewhat. I guessed the meaning of that gasp, perhaps confirming my guess. After Xiaoying's gasp, "Ahhhhh..." "Slap slap slap slap..." A series of moans and sounds of flesh colliding followed.
By this time, I seemed numb. Perhaps I had already guessed it. This night was so precious; the day's plan starts in the morning, so how could the two of them give up such a good opportunity for morning exercise? I listened to my father and Xiaoying's morning sounds of intercourse while waiting for the time to pass. Slowly, the time came, and I didn't want to listen anymore. I had to leave. Otherwise, Xiaoying and my father would get up. I didn't know how many times my father and Xiaoying had done it in that hour. I didn't look up to see; I just listened and guessed. But my brain was completely muddled, and I couldn't tell how many times it had happened. Maybe once, maybe twice.
Accompanied by the sounds of my father and Xiaoying's sexual intercourse, as if those sounds were a farewell song for me, I staggered towards the riverbank. Though my steps were slow and tiring, my resolve was firm. The sounds of Xiaoying and my father's intercourse gradually faded with my steps until I could hear nothing at all. The power station's gate slowly came into view. This time, I wouldn't turn back, I wouldn't look back…
Chapter 176.
I staggered to the riverbank. My body was growing weaker and weaker; I had been exposed to the wind all night, and my body was on the verge of collapse.
Before reaching the riverbank, I trembled as I called the boatman. When I arrived, the boatman was already waiting there. It wasn't that he came too quickly, but that I had walked too slowly. "Brother, what's wrong? You look terrible, completely pale. Should I take you to the hospital?" The boatman had taken me there several times
before. We were quite familiar with each other. Seeing my appearance, he couldn't help but ask worriedly. It was clear that I looked truly frightening.
"N-nothing... I'm just a little sick from the change in environment after a night's travel." Actually, my lie was poorly crafted. Change in environment doesn't happen overnight, but the boatman probably knew I had something I didn't want to say, so he didn't press me further. My phone hadn't been charged all night, and the battery was low. When I reached the shore, I looked at the breakfast stalls and street food along the riverbank. Although I was incredibly hungry, I had no appetite. I bought a few steamed buns and then took a taxi home. I was in no condition to go to work, and I didn't want to. I had no motivation; I just wanted to rest and sleep. I called my boss and asked for sick leave. Perhaps because my voice was really weak, my boss asked a few questions and approved it. I'm a workaholic and never take leave without a good reason.
When I finally forced myself home, it was already six in the morning. I was carrying the steamed buns, but I hadn't eaten a single bite. I took off my clothes, which were covered in mud, and threw them into the washing machine, pressing the start button. No other reason; I didn't want to give myself away. I don't know if Xiaoying will go to work today. She might, she might not. After all, she had a fierce battle with her father all night, and I don't know if she has the energy to go to work.
I lay in bed, but the warmth and softness of the bed didn't make me feel comfortable at all. On the contrary, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. Just then, my phone rang. I forced myself to sit up and picked up the phone with trembling hands. I saw that it was Xiaoying calling. Normally, if I'm on a business trip, I should have already gotten up at six o'clock in the morning. When I'm on a business trip, Xiaoying calls me twice a day, morning and evening, without fail. But last night was an exception. Last night, because of her relationship with her father… she didn't have the chance, nor did she think of calling me. Perhaps Xiaoying and her father had already finished their encounter and remembered to call me. I wonder if she's still in her father's arms when she calls this, or if she has already left his house.
I hesitated, holding the phone, unsure whether to answer. Perhaps if I did, Xiaoying would lie and make up an excuse for not calling me last night. Just as I was hesitating, "beep...
" the phone died and shut down automatically. Looking at the black screen, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed fate had made a decision for me. I didn't plug it in; I just tossed it onto the bedside table.
Lying in bed, while my mind still held a sliver of clarity, I thought: if Xiaoying didn't go to work and came home to rest, she might not know I was home. Then I'd confront her. If she went to work and didn't come home during the day, I'd keep it a secret for now, taking it one step at a time. But I would never give Xiaoying and... My father had no chance. Weariness washed over me, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep, unsure if I would wake up again.
I don't know how long I slept, but I later felt very hot all over and my head ached. Then I vaguely felt something cool being placed on my forehead, followed by someone feeding me saliva. My consciousness began to clear, and my mind became more lucid. In a daze, I forced my eyes open. I vaguely saw a slender figure busy in the living room, seemingly wearing an apron; the back view was so familiar.
"Uh…" I tried to speak, but my throat was dry and hoarse, and only a dry sound escaped my lips. I looked at my left hand, where an IV drip was attached, and a cool towel on my forehead. Seeing these, I knew I must have caught a chill last night and developed a fever.
"Honey, you're awake..." The slender figure who was tidying up in the living room heard my voice, dropped the clothes she was holding, and rushed over. She then removed the towel from my forehead and gently stroked it with her warm hand.
"Hmm, the fever is almost gone. Honey, what happened? How did you get so sick after your business trip? When did you get back?" Xiaoying let out a heavy sigh, as if her worries had finally subsided, and asked softly. I told her yesterday that I was going on a business trip for about two days and would be back today if things went smoothly, so Xiaoying didn't seem too surprised when I got home. I was still a little groggy. Looking at the familiar face in front of me, my familiar wife, I felt incredibly strange. The events of last night and this morning came back to my mind. Was it all a dream? No, if only it really were a dream.
"What...what time is it?" I didn't know what to say, and could only manage to utter this sentence.
"It's already 8:30 PM. I just got home from work and saw you lying in bed. Your laundry was in the washing machine. I couldn't wake you no matter what I did, so I had to call a doctor to come to your house. I wanted to take you to the hospital, but I couldn't move you. It scared me to death..." Xiaoying looked at me gently. She seemed to still be the same gentle wife I knew, the one who loved me most. But my heart felt truly cold.
"Don't say anything yet. I saw you bought some steamed buns. I wonder if you've eaten any. While you were getting your IV drip, I went to the supermarket and bought a black-boned chicken. I made you some soup, just waiting for you to wake up so you could drink it..." Xiaoying didn't wait for my reply and quickly ran to the kitchen. A moment later, she brought back a bowl of hot chicken soup.
From a distance, I could smell the aroma, but remembering the scene of Xiaoying in her wedding dress making love with my father last night, I felt like there was a hint of semen and vaginal discharge in the soup. I had no appetite.
Xiaoying scooped up a spoonful of the soup and blew on it . She blew on the soup, then brought it to my lips. I looked at Xiaoying with weak eyes, staring at her intently. I wanted to see into her heart—last night's wedding dress, last night's sex, last night's sweet whispers—was it all real?
Xiaoying held the spoon to my lips, but I didn't open my mouth. I just looked at her gently. Xiaoying saw that I didn't open my mouth and kept looking at her. Perhaps she felt guilty, already feeling ashamed of me. Her eyes flickered, then looked at me with guilt, remorse, and worry.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why aren't you drinking? The chicken soup tastes good. Eat some to nourish yourself," Xiaoying asked worriedly. She was worried about my health and about what she had done. But Xiaoying knew I couldn't possibly know any of this, because there was no possibility. She was probably very confident in the secrecy of this matter. But she didn't know that if you don't want others to know, you shouldn't do it in the first place.
I didn't say a word. Although I hadn't eaten anything, the IV drip should have contained glucose, so even though I was very hungry, I could still hold on. I glanced at Xiaoying a few times, then closed my eyes and stopped talking. Xiaoying probably couldn't figure out what was wrong with me, and perhaps because she felt guilty about what happened last night, she didn't insist.
"You might be feeling unwell and have no appetite. I'll keep the chicken soup warm. Just tell me when you want some," I heard Xiaoying say softly with my eyes closed, before she slowly walked to the living room in her slippers.
My father and Aunt Zhang's wedding was in a few days. For the sake of the family and the future, I decided not to confront Xiaoying and let things develop. My father had remarried, and with another person in the family came more risks and responsibilities. Would my father still have the audacity to do whatever he wanted? And if I didn't create opportunities for them in the future, would there still be a possibility for them? I suppressed my resentment. Life had to go on. My father was getting married soon, and I didn't want any more complications.
I closed my eyes, and after a while I felt Xiaoying change my towel. The IV drip wouldn't finish for a while, and Xiaoying couldn't sleep until it was done. With my eyes closed, I heard Xiaoying turn on the computer and start typing, doing something, perhaps killing time. An hour later, the IV drip finally finished. Xiaoying removed the needle. Then she woke me up and gave me some pills. After taking the pills, I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep; I didn't want to say another word tonight. After Xiaoying finished getting ready, she took off her clothes and lay down beside me. She lay there for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. Logically, Xiaoying was so tired last night; she should have fallen asleep quickly tonight. Perhaps it was worry and guilt, and concern for my health, that kept her awake.
After the IV drip and the pills, I felt much better, and slowly I really fell asleep.
I slept until dawn. When I woke up, it was just past five in the morning, and my arm felt very heavy. Xiaoying clung to my arm like a kitten, curled up beside me, and rested her head on my shoulder. She was so clingy. Seeing her familiar face, I reached out to stroke her hair, but the moment my hand touched it, I wondered if she had slept in the same position with her father last night.
This thought instantly vanished my good mood. I had slept all day and all night, so I woke up early. Xiaoying, on the other hand, was exhausted and had gone to bed late, so she was still fast asleep. I gently pulled my arm away. Xiaoying pouted in her sleep, then groggily released my arm, turned over, and went back to sleep.
An IV drip was the fastest way. Although my head was still a little dizzy, I felt much better. I got dressed, quietly washed up, glanced at the still-sleeping Xiaoying, and didn't disturb her. I checked the time; she still had over an hour before she could get up for work. Ever since I didn't wake her up last time, causing her to be late for work, she set an alarm for herself and is woken up by it every day.
I saw my clothes, which I had washed yesterday, hanging on the clothes rack on the balcony. Xiaoying must have taken them out of the washing machine last night and hung them up for me. I looked next to the rack and saw Xiaoying's work clothes, tank tops, and my most familiar stockings hanging there as well. It seemed that after Xiaoying came back last night, she also washed her clothes and stockings, which were stained with semen. "Traces of destruction," I thought with a bitter smile.
I went to the kitchen. The chicken soup that Xiaoying had prepared for me last night was still in the pot, the keep-warm setting was still on, and the chicken soup was still hot. I just hadn't drunk it last night, and for some reason, I had no appetite now. I picked up the few cold buns I had bought yesterday and slowly walked out of the house. I took out one of the cold buns I had bought yesterday morning, took a few bites, and although it was cold and hard, it tasted so good, with a hint of bitterness. At that moment, I felt like I was arguing with Xiaoying, and even the cold bun tasted better than the delicious chicken soup.
When I arrived at the company, looking at the familiar company and office, even though I had only been away for less than two days, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Everything seemed just as it had always been. I sat down at my desk when the phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was Xiaoying calling. I guessed she was already awake but hadn't seen me.
"Honey, where have you been? I was sleeping so soundly, I didn't even notice you woke up..." Xiaoying's voice was filled with worry and fear, and there was a hint of guilt in her last words. Perhaps she was feeling guilty, and even more afraid that I would suddenly leave, which made her sound so flustered.
"I'm here for work..." Perhaps it was because of my serious illness, or perhaps it was because I had undergone a transformation, but I felt that I had really changed. My voice had changed too, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what exactly had changed.
"You're still not fully recovered. Why don't you rest for another day? Have you eaten anything? I noticed you haven't had any chicken soup. I'll bring you some for lunch..." Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that I was at work.
"It's okay, no need. I'll stop now. I'll catch up on the backlog of work. Bye..." I hung up the phone in a calm tone. I started numbing myself with a day's work. Around noon, the work was finally finished. At that moment, there was a knock on my office door.
"Manager, my sister-in-law is here. She's been outside the office for a while, seems like she's been here for a while. I asked her to come in, but she wouldn't, afraid of disturbing your work. She's carrying a lunchbox, looks like she's bringing you food..." my secretary, Xiao Tang, said.
Chapter 177
"Okay, let her in," I instructed Xiao Tang.
"Tap tap tap..." Less than half a minute later, I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor. My eyes were on the computer, but after she came in, I turned to look at Xiao Ying and noticed that she had changed her clothes sometime during the day, and it was a brand new formal suit. I was a little surprised; Xiao Ying already had enough formal suits, why did she buy another one?
"Are you hungry? Want to eat now or wait a while?"
Xiao Ying smiled gently at me after coming in, without saying anything else, appearing relaxed and easygoing.
"Wait a minute... You can leave it here, I'll eat it myself later..." I looked at Xiaoying, trying to appear natural without smiling.
"Okay, eat when you're hungry. There's an insulated lunchbox, it won't get cold anytime soon. Let me tidy up your office first." Xiaoying placed the lunchboxes on the desk. There were several lunchboxes;
I wondered what they contained. "You..." I couldn't help but ask when I saw Xiaoying preparing to tidy up my office.
"I took the day off today. You were too tired last night, and I didn't tell you. Actually, I took the day off last night to take good care of you at home. I just didn't expect that when I woke up this morning, you were already... I'll spend the day with you, reminding you to take your medicine. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet..." Xiaoying said as she started tidying up my office.
Watching Xiaoying's busy figure, I couldn't say anything. Xiaoying did all this for me, but I felt no gratitude. Perhaps she was atoning for her mistakes? Trying to make up for her mistakes by simply tidying up the office? That was far too simplistic.
Although Xiao Tang always tidies up the office, Xiao Ying knows my preferences best in terms of organization and style. From cleanliness and the placement of decorations to the organization of work supplies, everything is meticulously arranged by Xiao Ying. As I sit at my computer, working while glancing at Xiao Ying out of the corner of my eye, I sigh inwardly. If it weren't for my impulsive decision to bring my father and Xiao Ying together, leading to this situation, Xiao Ying would still be my only one, still the pure and innocent Xiao Ying. But there's no going back; the die is cast. Every time I think about this, I feel deep regret.
"Have something to eat..." I said to Xiao Ying as she placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee beside me, noticing the bandages on her left index and middle fingers that I hadn't noticed before. She had just been cleaning the office, and the bandages on those two fingers were completely soaked.
"What happened to your hand?" I couldn't help but ask. Could it be an accidental injury from that crazy night with my father in the wild? They were really too wild that night. If Xiaoying said it was an accidental injury, I wouldn't be surprised at all.
"It's nothing, I cut myself with a kitchen knife while cooking..." Xiaoying pulled her finger back, her face embarrassed.
"Let me re-bandage it for you, it's already soaked. Be careful it doesn't get infected..." I decided to test Xiaoying. If it was a knife cut, it would be easy to tell at a glance whether it was from a branch or a knife. I wanted to find out. I took out the first-aid kit from my desk drawer.
"Really, it's not necessary..." Xiaoying still pulled her hand behind her back, gently shook her head, and bit her lower lip.
I didn't say anything else. I didn't want to lose my temper, and I didn't want to argue with Xiaoying. I, who was usually quite irritable and angry, was now very quiet. Perhaps my temper and tolerance had truly reached a state of simplicity. I unscrewed the disinfectant, took out cotton swabs, and silently began preparing to clean the wound. I didn't say a word, nor did I look at Xiaoying's forehead.
Seeing me like this, Xiaoying rubbed her trouser leg with her other, uninjured hand, and then slowly extended her injured hand. I slowly unwrapped Xiaoying's bandaged fingers. I noticed a hint of tension in her eyes during this process, which seemed to confirm my suspicions. It definitely wasn't a cut. It must be a scratch.
Xiaoying's bandage was rough; it seemed she had bandaged it herself. Bandaging one hand with the other must have been very inconvenient. But when I opened the soaked bandage, I was still surprised. On the pads of Xiaoying's index and middle fingers, there were indeed horizontal cuts, and the wounds were clearly fresh. The blood might have already clotted, but because she had just cleaned the room and the wounds had been soaked in water, they were now open, bleeding slightly. Seeing this, I felt a pang of gratitude and also breathed a sigh of relief. I was touched because Xiaoying had injured herself while cooking for me, and even with the wounds, she had cleaned my office and so on. But was her service enough? Perhaps not.
I cleaned Xiaoying's wounds with disinfectant and then carefully bandaged them. I was very focused during this process, all my attention was on bandaging her.
"Okay, bandaged up. Be more careful next time. How could you be so careless? It's not like it's your first time cooking...
" I grumbled as I finished bandaging her. Xiaoying is a very good cook; she shouldn't have cut her finger in the first place.
I didn't hear Xiaoying's reply for a while, so I looked up at her and saw that she was crying silently, her face covered in tears. Her teary eyes were fixed on me, filled with unspoken love and tenderness.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I couldn't fathom what she was thinking. I felt a sense of confusion.
"Nothing, nothing, it's just that seeing my husband bandaging me made me feel so happy..."
Xiaoying wiped her tears with a tissue in her other hand.
"Honey, let's eat... I made so many of your favorite dishes..." Xiaoying said, opening several insulated lunchboxes, each with multiple layers.
Inside were eight dishes: sweet and sour pork, braised pork belly, spicy fish... all my favorites.
"You made all of these?" Looking at so many dishes, I couldn't believe Xiaoying had made them. These dishes weren't difficult to make, but they were very time-consuming. Making so many small portions must have taken a long time.
"Yes, I had nothing to do at home this morning, so I made this many dishes. I wonder if my cooking skills have deteriorated. Honey, try some..." Xiaoying said with a smile, starting to serve me food.
"Okay..." Last night, I was a little disgusted by the black chicken soup Xiaoying made, but now, seeing all the dishes she had painstakingly prepared, and the knife marks she had left while cooking, my resentment lessened considerably.
I started eating, initially only taking a couple of tentative bites, as I was incredibly hungry, having barely eaten for two days, only managing a few bites of cold steamed buns this morning. Xiaoying's cooking was still so delicious and familiar, and I couldn't help but eat heartily.
"Why aren't you eating?" I noticed after eating for a while that Xiaoying wasn't eating, but rather resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly at me, her eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought. I couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not hungry, you eat. Seeing my husband eating so happily makes me content..." Xiaoying said gently, her posture unchanged.
As I ate, I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why was Xiaoying doing this? Was it just to make amends? To lessen my guilt? Or... a final supper before parting? The thought of this possibility filled me with worry. Perhaps I was overthinking, but the thought made the food in my mouth suddenly tasteless.
Xiaoying stayed with me all afternoon, reminding me to take my medicine. In the evening, we went home together. Xiaoying had been clinging to me all day, as if afraid I would leave.
She was tidying up the house in the living room while I played on my phone in bed. I wanted to do some housework, but Xiaoying wouldn't let me, citing my illness. Bored, I played on my phone in bed, watching Xiaoying's busy figure. The worry I'd felt during the day grew stronger. Then I remembered that last night when I closed my eyes to rest, Xiaoying had turned on her computer. Could she be writing in her diary? Perhaps I could find the answers I was looking for in her diary.
That evening, after finally coaxing Xiaoying to sleep, I quietly turned on the computer and logged into the forum, using Xiaoying's account and password. There was indeed a new post in the log list. My hands trembled as I opened it. I was terrified, afraid to see what I didn't want to see; perhaps this post would reveal all the answers.
Although many heartbreaking things had happened, I truly never imagined losing Xiaoying.
"It's all over. Last night, clinging to a sliver of hope and self-deception, I indulged in one last act of passion with my father-in-law—a passion devoid of status or ethical boundaries, bringing an end to a wrong relationship that shouldn't have existed. Although there was much reluctance, I had already broken my promises countless times. That night, my father-in-law and I didn't care about anything else; it was just man and woman, everything was let go. We only wanted to experience the joy before parting. After it was all over, my father-in-law and I talked for a long time. I had thought the farewell negotiations would be very sad, but my father-in-law and I talked very happily. There was no sadness, only blessings and remembrance for the past. But we both knew that the laughter was just an act. The reluctance and sadness in our hearts were hidden from each other." We've put on masks that we might have to wear for the rest of our lives. But why is fate so unfair? The last time I indulged him, my husband threw a tantrum for no reason, as if he'd lost his mind, which worried me for a long time. And the last time I indulged him, he fell seriously ill. I never believed in karma, but this time I do. Nothing happened by coincidence. I violated the chastity and ethics expected of a wife. I did something wrong, so why is it my husband who is being punished? Heaven, I won't make the same mistake again. Please, if you must punish someone, punish me. It's all my fault. Don't torment my husband anymore. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins, and I'm willing to spend the rest of my life apologizing to my husband…” The diary ended there.
It was short. After reading it, I breathed a sigh of relief. That night, I didn't hear Xiaoying and her father talking outside the window; I only heard voices and laughter. I initially thought they were having a sweet whispered conversation. But they were saying goodbye against their will. Although I knew their conversation was somewhat insincere, at least it wasn't what I'd feared during the day.
Xiaoying had made many promises in her diary to sever ties with her father, so seeing her promise this time didn't evoke much of a reaction. Things often spiral out of control, just like when I facilitated Xiaoying and my father's sexual relationship. No one expected their relationship to escalate to what it was the night before last.
I shut down the computer and quietly lay back on the bed. What was real, what was illusory—I couldn't judge anymore. I'd let things take their course and see how things unfold. If things took another unexpected turn, I'd consider whether I could tolerate it. My father's wedding was the day after tomorrow; life had to go on. I hoped that this time, Xiaoying and my father could truly protect their respective families and return to their rightful places.
Slowly, I drifted off to sleep. That night, I had many dreams, some pleasant, some nightmares, but I truly couldn't tell which one foreshadowed the future. In the morning, I wasn't woken up by Xiaoying or the alarm clock, but by the ringing of the phone.
I groggily opened my eyes; it was just past five in the morning. I picked up my phone and saw it was Aunt Zhang calling. "Jincheng, I'm back. I just got off the bus. Should I go to work or to your father's?"
I was still Aunt Zhang's boss at work, so the first thing she asked me upon returning was whether to prioritize work or personal matters.
"Go directly to my father's to prepare. The wedding is tomorrow. Leave the extended leave to me." After hanging up, I couldn't fall back asleep. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's wedding, hoping that the start of my father's wedding will also be the end of everything...
Chapter 178:
"Life's journey is a long, flowing river. The pursuit of happiness never stops. Today, you two are united in marriage. Although your steps may not be as light as those of young people, your life experiences will lead you gracefully to the dance of happiness; although your faces may not be as beautiful as those of young people, the musical score of time will play the strings of love even more beautifully; your white hair together will only strengthen your devoted companionship. You have weathered the storms of life to hold onto this belated love. Let us fill our cups with fragrant wine and wish you both a lifetime of companionship, mutual support, and a bright future."
As the emcee delivered their wedding vows, several relatives and friends from my hometown, along with some of Aunt Zhang's relatives and friends, raised their glasses to bless my father and Aunt Zhang, who stood at the front. My father and Aunt Zhang wore "brand new" wedding dresses and gowns—or rather, the ones my father and Xiaoying had worn that night, still bearing traces of their lovemaking, though these had long since been washed away without a trace. The wedding took place on my father's house on his small island. The island's idyllic scenery, with its birdsong and fragrant flowers, added a touch of natural beauty to their wedding. Due to limited space inside the house, the ceremony was held in the open area in front of it.
Although the number of relatives and friends was small, I had hired a professional wedding planning company, so the decorations and scale of the wedding were quite impressive. The surrounding trees were decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and there were at least sixty or seventy people, including relatives, friends, and colleagues, who were officiated at the ceremony. Although the couple was older, the wedding had a youthful feel to it. Aunt Zhang maintained a constant smile, clearly satisfied with her father and their future life. Her expression held anticipation and longing for what lay ahead. Her father, too, wore a sullen face. However, knowing the "inside story," I sensed a slight unease in his smile, a bittersweet undertone. This bitterness likely stemmed from Xiaoying.
Seeing my father's slightly bitter smile, I glanced furtively at Xiaoying beside me. She too wore a smile, but like my father, it held a hint of bitterness and reluctance, though much less pronounced. As Xiaoying, Aunt Zhang's daughter, and I toasted the newlyweds, Xiaoying and her father exchanged glances. Though they acted as if nothing was amiss, and others might not have noticed… I could sense an unspoken connection in their eyes. Once that connection existed, even if everything were severed, their shadows would remain deeply etched in each other's hearts.
Because the wedding was held on a small island, relatives and colleagues had to return to shore that same day after the banquet. For safety reasons, everyone ate and drank very little. That evening, slightly tipsy, I saw off all my colleagues and relatives in batches. Afterwards, Xiaoying and I left the island, leaving all our time with my father and Aunt Zhang. Even though we were getting older, we still had our wedding night.
Xiaoying and I sat in a small boat, propelled by the surging river, creating tiny ripples. We didn't speak. I had nothing to say, while Xiaoying stared blankly at the dim night sky, lost in thought.
"What are you looking at?" I couldn't bear the silence any longer and asked. Xiaoying didn't seem to hear me and didn't react. I gently nudged her, and she let out a soft "Ah!" as if startled by the sudden interruption of her thoughts.
"What are you looking at so intently..." Xiaoying definitely didn't hear what I just said, so I couldn't help but ask her.
"Look at the stars! The stars in the sky represent blessings for loved ones! Don't you, Father, and Aunt Zhang deserve blessings?" Xiaoying, after a moment's thought, chuckled as she answered my question. I believed her words about catching blessings, but I wondered who among the three she was blessing received the most. "The stars may be
small, but they illuminate the entire night sky because of love,
" Xiaoying replied, then continued looking up at the stars. These words, on this special day, seemed to carry a special meaning. Perhaps I was overthinking it, but the true answer might forever remain a mystery.
"The starry sky, the messenger of summer. As a child, I heard my elders say that the starry sky is the master of life; each star represents a life. The fall of a star signifies the end of life, and the rise of a new star signifies the arrival of new life… a cyclical rebirth, this is the human world." Perhaps influenced by Xiaoying, I also looked up at the starry sky and suddenly felt this way, blurting out my own thoughts. Of course, my words were also loaded with meaning, I just didn't know if Xiaoying would understand.
"Husband's summary is so good, it's more profound than I thought, hehe..." After hearing my words, Xiaoying lowered her head and pondered for a while, seemingly understanding something, as if some knots in her heart had been untied. She couldn't help but look up at me with a smile.
Yes, the past is the past, like a fallen star, it can never rise again. My father and Xiaoying's past, like a fallen star, is gone, and my life with Xiaoying will begin anew, like a new star. However, I don't know when that lingering resentment towards Xiaoying and my father will completely dissipate. These past two days, negative emotions have been constantly impacting my mind, making it impossible for me to feel excited. I feel like a rift has formed between Xiaoying and me, and this rift originates from me. Xiaoying has been even nicer to me than before these past two days, but I can't feel the warmth of the past. This lingering pain may need time to slowly mend.
Back home, Xiaoying and I lay in bed playing on our phones, each seemingly lost in our own thoughts. When it was time for our usual bedtime, neither of us felt sleepy. After turning off the lights, we tried to sleep with our eyes closed. I remained quiet for about an hour, but I still couldn't fall asleep. Just then, I felt the bed next to me vibrate. I opened my eyes slightly and glanced at the side, seeing out of the corner of my eye that Xiaoying had sat up, gently pulled back the curtains, and was once again staring blankly at the stars. Although I was incredibly curious, I had no idea what Xiaoying was thinking. Was she sending blessings to her father through the stars, or trying to convince herself to accept a new beginning? Or perhaps both?
This was the night after Xiaoying and her father's lovemaking on the deserted island, the same night Xiaoying had spent the day with me at the company. Xiaoying took a pill, which I saw on the security camera. I just wanted to see Xiaoying's reaction when she got home, but I ended up seeing this. That night, I went to the bathroom late at night and saw on the security camera that after Xiaoying took the pill, she threw the blister pack into the bathroom trash can and covered it with other trash. Since the trash can is emptied every few days, I still found the empty blister pack. It was a box for emergency contraception, effective for 48 to 72 hours. It seems that after being raped by her father so many times, Xiaoying hadn't forgotten to take the emergency contraception. I stared at the blister pack for a long time before putting it back.
In the days that followed, Xiaoying and I often went to my father's house for gatherings. Because of Aunt Zhang, we were always very easygoing. My father often brought Aunt Zhang back to Xiaoying and me's place for a few days. On the nights they were back, I pretended to be asleep, while Xiaoying tossed and turned in bed. Perhaps it was because my father and another woman were sleeping next door, making her feel a little uncomfortable. After all, something that once belonged to her had been taken away by someone else, regardless of whether she truly liked it.
During this time, I kept an eye on Xiaoying and my father. They never had a chance to be alone, with Aunt Zhang as a "stumbling block." Even when they came back, I remained highly vigilant while pretending to be asleep, afraid that Xiaoying and my father would take advantage of our sleep to find a secluded corner and have sex. Perhaps because of my heightened anxiety, I didn't sleep well for several nights. The next day, still worried, I secretly checked the security footage at work to confirm. Xiaoying and my father were behaving themselves, without any unusual behavior. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Interestingly, one night I heard sounds of lovemaking coming from next door. The two people making love were undoubtedly my father and Aunt Zhang, because Xiaoying was sleeping next to me at the time. Women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers, and in their fifties they can practically suck the earth dry. Aunt Zhang was also at the age of high libido, and my father's sexual prowess was so strong. Even though Aunt Zhang and my father were trying to suppress their desires, I could still vaguely hear the sounds. I pretended to be asleep and didn't move. I'm sure Xiaoying next to me heard it too, but she didn't make any other moves, only occasionally letting out soft, subtle sighs.
The next day, during my routine check of the security camera footage, I hesitated for a long time before finally turning on the video from my father's bedroom. This time was different. Before, it was always footage of my father and Xiaoying making love, but this time it was footage of my father and Aunt Zhang making love. I still respected Aunt Zhang, and seeing it like this seemed inappropriate, but to know what was going on between my father and Xiaoying, I still turned on the security camera. It must be said that although Aunt Zhang was getting on in years, she still retained her charm. Watching her naked and writhing beneath my father, a flame ignited within me. I hadn't expected the usually dignified and quiet Aunt Zhang to be so wanton in bed.
Of course, Aunt Zhang's figure and looks couldn't compare to Xiaoying's. After observing her a few times, I noticed
a detail: when my father was making love with Aunt Zhang, his eyes would inadvertently glance at the door. Even at the moment of climax and ejaculation, his eyes were fixed on the door. After observing this several times, I noticed that when my father looked at the door, his eyes contained a hint of longing and love. It seemed that this emotion was definitely not for Aunt Zhang; otherwise, my father should have been looking at her. This emotion was sent to Xiaoying, who was far away next door, through the door. Perhaps when my father was making love with Aunt Zhang, he was thinking of Xiaoying as well.
Life was uneventful. Perhaps because the lingering resentment in my heart hadn't dissipated, or perhaps because I'd lost the novelty and passion of my father's lovemaking with Xiaoying, Xiaoying repeatedly tried to seduce me and make love, but I felt like I'd reverted to my old ways, always losing my erection midway through. No matter how much Xiaoying tried—oral sex, oral sex, or any other form of intercourse—we couldn't finish even once. Xiaoying didn't show anything; even her disappointment was extremely subtle. I knew it was psychological. Only when that rift and resentment towards Xiaoying lessened and disappeared could I regain my libido. The reason for my mid-way erection was that during our lovemaking, the image of Xiaoying helping my father put on his wedding dress suddenly flashed through my mind, and at that moment, it seemed incredibly accurate; my previously hard penis would definitely soften, which was incredibly frustrating. But thankfully, Xiaoying remained gentle and tender towards me, seemingly making up for her past mistakes with the rest of her life.
Thinking about my own unhealthy body, I couldn't help but worry about Xiaoying's future. What if I continued like this? How would Xiaoying, whose libido had been heightened by her father's training, release its pent-up desires? Would Xiaoying cheat on me? As it turned out, I was overthinking it. Several nights, Xiaoying would secretly get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom, not coming out for a long time, and I could faintly hear moaning. At first, I thought Xiaoying was masturbating with her fingers. But the next day, after watching the video surveillance, I discovered the reason. It turned out that Xiaoying had bought a vibrator online sometime during the night. The vibrator was kept in Xiaoying's makeup case, which she only touched when she was putting on makeup. I had never touched it. The vibrator was well-packaged and kept very well hidden inside. When Xiaoying couldn't bear it anymore, she would take the vibrator to the bathroom to masturbate, and she kept it a secret from me.
Knowing where the vibrator was, that night, taking advantage of getting home half an hour earlier than Xiaoying every day, I secretly found the vibrator. It was black, electric, and very thick and long. But why did the shape of the penis feel so familiar? Driven by curiosity, I reached for a measuring tape in the toolbox and measured the insertion point of the vibrator. Coincidentally, the insertion length was exactly 22 centimeters…
End of Chapter 179

: Five Years Later… Time flies like water. In the blink of an eye, five years have passed since my father's wedding. Five years isn't a long time, but it's not short either. So much has happened in these five years, and many things have changed beyond recognition. Since my father married Aunt Zhang, my relationship with Xiaoying has gradually recovered. After all, life goes on, and Xiaoying has been much better to me than before, practically obedient to me. After my father's wedding, Xiaoying and I were almost inseparable in our spare time, and I didn't create any opportunities for Xiaoying and my father to be together. The home security camera was still there, but now it's just for show. Occasionally, when my father and Xiaoying are alone in my apartment, I check the footage. If I find anything amiss, I try to stop them by phone or other means, but that's never happened. Even when I'm away on business, the daily surveillance shows Xiaoying coming home on time after work, without any abnormalities. Everything is almost back to square one. Time heals all wounds. As our relationship progressed, Xiaoying's meticulous care for me helped the rift between us slowly heal. Although it wasn't completely closed, a lot of time had passed, and she and my father were so respectful, so the pain in my heart gradually faded and healed. With less resentment, and with Xiaoying's almost constant supplements, I adjusted my lifestyle and diet, and my sexual function slowly recovered. Although I'm lucky if I can give Xiaoying an orgasm once every three times, at least it's back to normal. However, each time I give Xiaoying an orgasm, I need sufficient foreplay and a lot of effort. I hadn't satisfied Xiaoying's sexual desires, so occasionally, while I was asleep, she would go to the bathroom and secretly use that 22-centimeter-long giant vibrator to comfort herself. Now, Xiaoying and I are both 36 years old. Although we're still some distance from middle age, I'm quite mature. Perhaps it's because I've experienced too much and worked too hard these past few years, but I've developed quite a lot of gray hair, becoming a veritable "premature gray-haired" person. There's nothing I can do, so Xiaoying has to patiently help me dye my hair every now and then, at home. Otherwise, when we go out together, strangers might mistake Xiaoying for my daughter. Although she's 36, Xiaoying has hardly changed. She's still so young and beautiful, with fair and supple skin, as if time hasn't left a trace. The only change is that she's become more voluptuous, sexy, and charming, with a touch of mature elegance added to her original innocence. My son, Hao Hao, is ten years old and in fourth grade. He lives with my in-laws at a government-run primary school, and he comes home by bus to visit us on holidays. Perhaps inheriting the good genes of Xiao Ying and me, the boy is very handsome and consistently ranks at the top of his class. He's very popular at school, and my in-laws, colleagues, and friends all praise his promising future. Since then, I've paid even more attention to Hao Hao's education. What makes me most happy and gratified is that Xiao Ying and I have another beautiful little daughter. She's three years old this year, or four according to the traditional Chinese age reckoning (using the lunar calendar). Her name is Duo Duo. After my father's marriage, my relationship with Xiao Ying gradually recovered, and my sexual function also returned. Taking advantage of my recovery, and with Xiao Ying's repeated seduction and cooperation, I diligently worked on her and finally conceived the second child I'd longed for. Perhaps heaven compensated me for my past suffering, as our second child is the little girl Xiao Ying and I had been eagerly anticipating.

With the addition of our daughter, Xiaoying and I now have both a son and a daughter, and our lives are complete. Duoduo looks a lot like Xiaoying, chubby and cute like a pink doll, adorable and charming to all our relatives and friends. Relatives and colleagues all say that Duoduo will grow up to be a beauty. As for whether Duoduo is my biological daughter, I'm quite at ease. Under my constant surveillance, Xiaoying has never cheated. With Aunt Zhang's "intervention," my father and Xiaoying have almost no opportunities to be alone. Even when they are alone, the surveillance footage shows them only exchanging smiles and normal conversations, never engaging in any inappropriate behavior. At the time, I couldn't quite believe it, considering how wild my father and Xiaoying had been that night on the desert island, and now they were so well-behaved. Seeing their relationship now, everything that happened before seems like
a dream, as if it never happened.
However, there are also many regrettable things. Everything has its cause and effect. Some things happened that are not happy about. Perhaps this is God's punishment for our family's behavior.
First, there's Xiaoying. She sometimes suffers from insomnia and nightmares, constantly tormented by her conscience. Originally a non-Buddhist, she's now a believer, reciting a short Buddhist sutra every morning with her prayer beads. A small Buddhist shrine has also been set up in my home by Xiaoying. And all of this stems from four and a half years ago…
Two or three months after my father's wedding, Xiaoying suddenly became pregnant. The date of her pregnancy was very close to the night they spent on the deserted island. Although Xiaoying and I had been intimate during that time, the proximity made it impossible to determine whether the child was mine or my father's. Although Xiaoying secretly took emergency contraception the day after the island incident, for some reason, it didn't work. Furthermore, after my father's wedding, my relationship with Xiaoying didn't recover; we abstained from sex for a long time. Was the child mine or my father's?
I couldn't be sure, and Xiaoying was even less certain. So, after Xiaoying became pregnant, she found many reasons to abort the child. The reasons were numerous, but all were weak. And how could I accept this uncertain child? "Is he my child or my sibling?" So, after a few brief refusals, I agreed to Xiaoying's request for an abortion.
After the abortion at the hospital, I took the pale-faced Xiaoying home. She was weak for several days and needed to rest. To take good care of Xiaoying and prevent any aftereffects, my mother-in-law stayed at our house for several days to look after her. Of course, she complained a lot, and I could only pretend to be nonchalant in the face of her mother's complaints, while I just smiled and ignored it. I was almost numb to Xiaoying's sudden pregnancy. Seeing Xiaoying being raped so many times by her father on the deserted island, had I already prepared myself for this? Everything was over; it was all punishment for me and this family. What could I do but accept it? And when I saw Xiaoying come out of the operating room, her face covered in sweat and without a trace of color, I couldn't muster any anger.
But after Xiaoying recovered, she was left with some aftereffects. Because Xiaoying was in a very bad mood and mental state before and after the abortion, she suffered from various gynecological inflammations for a long time afterward, having to take medication and go to the hospital frequently for treatment. It took a long time to recover, causing her a lot of physical pain. However, this physical pain wasn't the most important issue; the biggest problem was the tension, fear, guilt, and anxiety Xiaoying experienced after the abortion.
Xiaoying is a kind woman, and abortion is "killing" a newly formed fetus, her own child. The pain and torment Xiaoying felt after the abortion are unimaginable. If the father of the child hadn't been uncertain, Xiaoying would never have aborted the child, but she still painfully let him/her disappear before even entering this world. Countless nights afterward, Xiaoying had nightmares. She said that in her dreams, the aborted child would always come to her, asking why she had aborted him/her. Driven by fear and guilt, Xiaoying became very haggard during that period. Finally, she turned to Buddhism to comfort her soul and repent for her sins.
Later, a Buddhist monk was brought in to perform a ritual for the child's soul, and a memorial tablet was erected for the child. According to the monk, children and parents have karmic connections from past lives, hence the Buddhist saying "seven lifetimes of parents," meaning that children and parents have a deep karmic bond spanning at least seven lifetimes. Children come seeking their parents, but due to their parents' disregard for life—abortion, miscarriage, or other reasons leading to death—their wishes are not fulfilled. They then harbor hatred born of love, creating a karmic debt, remaining between life and death as "infant spirits." Unable to reincarnate, and without refuge, they remain by their parents' side, harming their
blessings and virtues, as well as their luck and health. Therefore, if such actions have occurred, parents must perform a ritual for the child's soul ... From that time on, Xiaoying began to believe in Buddhism to atone for her sins and pray for her family.
In her diary during that period, Xiaoying regarded this incident as divine punishment. Although she was afraid, she did not complain in her diary, but accepted the punishment from heaven. Since this incident, it has also played a key role in easing the tension in my relationship with Xiaoying. During that time, as her husband, I had to devote a lot of energy to helping and caring for Xiaoying, so that she could get out of the nightmare as soon as possible. Our relationship gradually started to improve from that time onwards...
"Honey, what are you thinking about?" I was interrupted by a voice while I was lost in thought. Xiaoying had returned home sometime earlier, but I was sitting on the sofa smoking and lost in thought, and I didn't even hear when Xiaoying came in. Xiaoying's work hours have been adjusted. Now she gets off work at three or four o'clock every afternoon. As for why the hours were adjusted, it was all for my dear daughter, Duoduo. Dodo is already four years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning) and is currently attending kindergarten. Xiaoying can
pick her up and drop her off earlier if she gets off work early. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about our past..." I put down my cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. I turned to look at the more feminine Xiaoying and said. I had taken the afternoon off, so I finally had some free time.
"Oh, then you should go pick Dodo up from kindergarten. As her father, you haven't picked her up or dropped her off much. She's been complaining about you for a while now, always saying why you don't come to pick her up..." When Xiaoying heard me reminiscing about the past, a subtle unease flashed in her eyes. Perhaps hearing me reminisce made her think of many things from the past as well, even though those memories had long been buried in the dust of time.
"Okay, after picking Dodo up, let's buy some groceries and go straight to the hospital. We can have dinner together at the hospital afterwards..." I got up from my chair. Sitting in the office all day, my body wasn't as healthy as before; my whole body ached and felt numb.
"Okay..." Upon hearing my words, Xiaoying's expression suddenly darkened. Her previously relaxed and cheerful mood seemed to vanish suddenly, as if infected by something...
Chapter 180
I went to the kindergarten to pick up Duoduo. The little boy was very excited to see me personally picking him up from school. He clung to my neck like a koala and wouldn't get down, staying there all the way home. Xiaoying smiled happily at this sight, but there was always a hint of bitterness in her smile.
After picking up Duoduo, Xiaoying and I took him to a nearby restaurant, ordered some of our family's favorite dishes, and then drove to the hospital. In the past five years, I bought a car myself, and now I can be considered a homeowner with a car. I've solved the problems of owning a house and a car. My feeling after having a car is: it's definitely more convenient.
Upon arriving at the hospital and reaching the designated ward, we saw Aunt Zhang and my father. Five years had passed; Aunt Zhang hadn't aged much, but my father looked drastically different. Now over 60, he had no black hair left, only white, and was very thin—almost emaciated, a far cry from the energetic man he was five years ago when they first got married.
When we entered the ward, Aunt Zhang was peeling an apple for my father, while he lay in bed reading the newspaper. It must be said, Aunt Zhang is truly a virtuous woman. After marrying my father, she did the laundry, cooked, and managed the household frugally, taking excellent care of him. Moreover, Aunt Zhang didn't ask for much from life; she just wanted a peaceful life. She treated my son Hao Hao and daughter Duo Duo as her own. Our family had no complaints about Aunt Zhang, only affection and gratitude.
My father had entered old age, and with it, he began to suffer from some common ailments of old age.
This was related to his lifestyle habits in his youth, overwork, and his mental state. In his youth, his family was poor, forcing my father to drop out of school at a young age to work. After getting married, he had to support his parents, wife, and children. Later, as I grew up, I earned money to pay for my mother's medical treatment, and he also endured immense psychological pressure. All these factors and circumstances meant that my
father would be plagued by illness in his later years. Three years ago, he was diagnosed with benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH), a common ailment among the elderly. For the past three years, he has suffered from the effects of this condition, experiencing frequent urination, increased nocturia, urgency, incontinence, difficulty urinating, incomplete emptying of the bladder, increased residual urine, hematuria, urinary tract infections, bladder stones, kidney damage, and chronic lower urinary tract obstruction—almost every male urinary system disease imaginable.
Actually, this disease isn't particularly serious; it's just that my father was rather careless about his health. After developing these symptoms, he didn't pay much attention to them, often just buying some medicine and treating it himself. Moreover, because it's a male disease, he hid it from everyone, as he couldn't bring himself to talk about it and avoided seeking medical help. Furthermore, this disease is related to masturbation and excessive sexual activity, making it difficult for most people with this condition to discuss.
In the end, it was Aunt Zhang, who lived with my father every day, who discovered the problem. My father's sexual function was severely affected by the disease, and they also discovered hematuria, etc. Eventually, the enlarged prostate compressed his urethra, making normal urination impossible. He had to be hospitalized for temporary treatment and catheterization.
Privately, Aunt Zhang told me that although this disease was difficult to talk about, I was my father's only son, and she felt it necessary for her to let me know the situation so she could help with my father's treatment. Aunt Zhang told me that after discovering my father's illness, she bought him medication and also told him to abstain from certain foods: smoking, alcohol, spicy food, and sexual activity. Smoking, alcohol, and spicy food were my father's favorites, and abstaining from them was incredibly difficult for him. Abstaining from sexual activity was only to prevent further congestion of the prostate and worsening of his condition. However, my father didn't follow Aunt Zhang's and the doctor's instructions.
He secretly went outside to smoke and drink. Aunt Zhang found out and argued with him for a long time, but to no avail. To avoid further stimulating her prostate, Aunt Zhang, who originally had a strong sex drive, stopped having sex with my father. However, it seems he secretly masturbated to relieve himself. I believe this because over the past few years, whenever my father and Aunt Zhang visited my home, I would monitor them on the security camera. I discovered that during that period, my father and Aunt Zhang stopped having sex, and my father would often sneak into my bathroom late at night. Seeing the familiar scene, including Xiaoying's clothes hanging on the radiator, he would masturbate with his 22-centimeter penis.
At the time, I found this strange. Why wouldn't my father use Aunt Zhang, a woman who still had a charming appearance, instead of masturbating in the bathroom? It turns out that Aunt Zhang had tried to force my father to abstain from sex due to his condition, but he couldn't overcome his strong sex drive and had to resort to masturbation.
Because of shame and other reasons, my father had kept it a secret from Aunt Zhang. Now, his condition has worsened, with hematuria, renal colic, and urinary tract obstruction, forcing him to inform me and be hospitalized. Seeing Xiaoying and me come in, Aunt Zhang put down the apple she was peeling and quickly stood up to greet us. My father glanced at Xiaoying and me with a complicated expression before quickly looking away. He looked a little shy, after all, this disease wasn't something to be proud of, and there were other stories and reasons behind it, which only my father, Xiaoying, and I knew.
"Come here, Duoduo, let Grandpa hug you..." My father shyly shifted his gaze to Duoduo, a hint of doting in his eyes. The saying "grandparents love their grandchildren more" is absolutely true. He missed his grandson and granddaughter so much, and this was one of the best ways to change the subject and get their attention.
"Grandpa..." Duoduo's chubby little face beamed with joy when she saw her beloved grandfather.
"Let's eat with Dad, Mom..." I said to Aunt Zhang. We had all witnessed Aunt Zhang's dedication to my father and the family over the years. It was safe to say that her love for the family was no less than that of my own mother, Fang. Because my mother passed away early, I rediscovered maternal love through Aunt Zhang. When Aunt Zhang and my father first got married, I still called her "Auntie," but later the whole family began to accept her. On Aunt Zhang's birthday, our family, along with her daughter, celebrated together. At the party, I personally knelt down before her, holding a glass, and called her "Mom." This single word carried immense meaning; it represented so much. Aunt Zhang
was moved to tears; perhaps only then did she truly feel that everything she had sacrificed for her family was worthwhile.
Our family consists of five people, the only one missing being Hao Hao, who attends school with his in-laws and can only return home on weekends. As my father has aged, his appetite has noticeably decreased. He used to be very fond of alcohol, but being forbidden from drinking has naturally reduced his appetite even further. He only ate a few bites and then stopped. Compared to before he became ill, he has lost a tremendous amount of weight. Aunt Zhang and Xiaoying both have small appetites, so in the end, only my big eater and my slow-eating grandpa, Duoduo, were really enjoying their meal. In the end, Duoduo and I finished off all the remaining food. We even had a little "fight" over who got the last steamed bun, and with everyone else's "special favoritism," Duoduo ended up "snatching" it.
The family was happy and content; everything seemed back to normal. Once my father recovered, everything seemed perfect.
"Mom, let me help you clean up. Xiaoying, you stay with Dad." I saw Aunt Zhang starting to clear the dishes and take out the trash, so I quickly followed her to the bathroom to wash the dishes. The reason I followed her and left Xiaoying there was because I needed to discuss my father's condition with Aunt Zhang, which involved men, so it was best for Xiaoying to stay away. Xiaoying and my father understood what was going on.
As for putting Xiaoying and my father alone together, there are no cameras in the ward. In the past, I might have worried, but now I don't. My father is a patient now. Even if something were to happen, whether he can get an erection is another matter. Besides, giving them some alone time can help them bridge some gaps and develop a more natural relationship.
"Mom, what did the doctor say? They've been examining and observing for so long..." Without my father and Xiaoying by our side, Aunt Zhang and I lost our smiles. Our faces were serious and tense. My father's actual condition seemed to be worse than we had imagined, but Aunt Zhang and I had kept it from him and Xiaoying.
"It's not completely certain yet. The doctor did all the tests today, including urine and prostate fluid. The results will be out tomorrow..." Aunt Zhang sighed, her worry and sorrow unspoken.
"Did the doctor say how likely Dad is to have prostate cancer?" I also sighed, my heart clenching.
"This disease is more common in middle-aged and elderly people. The incidence rate is high, and the mortality rate is second only to lung cancer, so it's impossible to say for sure. We can only wait for the final results tomorrow." Aunt Zhang smoothed her hair, trying to sound relaxed, even though I'm already thirty-six. But ever since I called Aunt Zhang "Mom," she has always played the role of a mother, always thinking of me.
"Mom, don't worry. Even if it really is prostate cancer, it can definitely be cured. Modern medicine is so advanced; as long as it's not late-stage or malignant, it can basically be cured. Our family isn't short of money; we can afford any cost. Don't worry..." I comforted Aunt Zhang. To be honest, I'd also looked into prostate cancer, and I wasn't sure if it could be cured either. I could only pretend to be strong and comfort Aunt Zhang.
"Alright, let's go back. Otherwise, if we don't go back for a long time, your father will worry. For now, it's best to keep the diagnosis a secret from him. Don't let him know, and Xiaoying shouldn't tell either. The fewer people who know, the better..." Aunt Zhang tidied up the washed lunchbox and dishes.
When we returned to the ward, everything was normal. Xiaoying was peeling apples. When Aunt Zhang and I came back, there were already four or five apples peeled in the fruit plate. It was clear that Xiaoying had been peeling apples ever since Aunt Zhang and I left, probably to distract herself and avoid embarrassment. Meanwhile, her father was holding Duoduo and telling her a story.
Seeing this heartwarming scene, my heart is filled with mixed emotions. To be honest, despite everything that's happened in the past, I sincerely hope my father doesn't get that disease. After all, my mother passed away from cancer, and I don't want my father to follow in her footsteps. There's still a long life ahead of us, and I'm content with what I have now. Everything that follows, good or bad, will depend on tomorrow's test results…

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