Online article reprint: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 121-150)

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Chapter 121 Understanding
A busy day finally came to an end. In the evening, I declined my colleagues' requests and bought a fast food meal before returning to the hotel alone. I had barely eaten a few bites when Xiaoying called. On the phone, she sweetly poured out her longing for me, as if she had endless things to say, her tone filled with joy and pride.
"Honey, come home soon, I'll make it up to you when you get back."
"Honey, I wore the bracelet to work today, and all my female colleagues said it was so pretty, and quite expensive too. They were all so envious."
"Honey, don't buy me such expensive things anymore. Actually, just a simple blessing from you would make me very happy. Of course, I really, really love the bracelet, it was such a surprise to receive it from you."
"Forgive me for not answering your calls last night. I thought you forgot my birthday, that's why I was angry with you. But now that I think about it, even if you really forgot my birthday, I shouldn't blame you. After all, you're so busy with work, and most of the burden at home falls on you, so I can understand if you're too busy to remember the date."
"I promise you, I won't be so temperamental anymore. From now on, I'll only give you understanding and comfort..."
Xiaoying seemed very guilty about what happened last night, and perhaps even more regretful about her indulgence. She kept talking on the phone, mostly talking while I ate and listened. Finally, I managed to hang up on Xiaoying. After a long day, I ate something and took a quick shower to relieve the fatigue. It was already 7 pm when I finished. Would tonight bring any passion? I sat on the bed wrapped in a towel, opened my laptop, but this time I didn't seem as eager as before. Perhaps I'd become somewhat accustomed to and immune to what I'd seen so many times.
I turned on the home security camera and saved the time to when Xiaoying got off work. Xiaoying came home and greeted my father with a smile, but she seemed a little awkward, perhaps because her father had noticed what happened last night. Seeing Xiaoying arrive, my father went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After changing into her nightgown, Xiaoying called me from her bedroom. After the call, Xiaoying started tidying up the house. Perhaps because we had been too indulgent last night, we barely looked at each other and spoke very little. My father was awkwardly cooking in the kitchen, while Xiaoying was engrossed in tidying up. But as she tidied, a smile kept creeping onto her face, a smile of happiness and contentment. Was she thinking about the birthday present I gave her? Father and Xiaoying had been so intimate last night, shouldn't he rest tonight? And I wonder if Xiaoying will even be in the mood for sex with him tonight.
After tidying up, Xiaoying looked a little tired. After all, she was exhausted last night, both physically and mentally, and had been busy all night; it was normal to be tired. "Pfft..." Xiaoying suddenly sneezed, then quickly grabbed a tissue from the coffee table to wipe her nose.
"What's wrong? Xiaoying, are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Xiaoying sneeze, Father, disregarding his nervousness and restraint, quickly came out of the kitchen to greet her, his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"I don't know why, I've been sneezing all day, and my nose is starting to get stuffy," Xiaoying said, wiping her nose. It was then that I noticed Xiaoying's voice had a nasal tone when she called me; it seemed to be due to a cold.
"Did you catch a chill last night? After all, you sweated so much..." Father seemed to realize something and quickly interjected, but stopped abruptly after a few words. Now that I think about it, that's indeed the case. Xiaoying and her father had a passionate lovemaking session last night, both of them drenched in sweat and hadn't showered. Exhausted from drinking, Xiaoying simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep, seemingly without even a blanket. After a night of this, Xiaoying still fell ill; after all, a woman's body is weaker than a man's.
"Last night… I drank too much last night, I don't remember what happened." Her father's words brought back memories of the night's frenzy: being taken from the bathroom to the living room, then carried into the bedroom, kissed, and given oral sex. Recalling these things, Xiaoying blushed, quickly trying to hide her embarrassment. Had she forgotten? Judging from her expression, had she forgotten? Her father probably noticed this too, but didn't say anything.

"Take some cold medicine quickly." Her father quickly turned to find some for Xiaoying, then handed her a glass of cool water.
"Thank you, Dad." Xiaoying smiled slightly; her father's meticulous care deeply moved her.
"You're sick, don't bother cleaning. Just rest. I'll take care of it later," her father said, helping Xiaoying sit on the sofa before turning back to the kitchen to continue cooking. Xiaoying sat alone on the sofa watching TV, but every now and then she would raise her hand to look at the bracelet on her wrist, her face filled with love and happiness, as if she could never get enough of it. She loved the design of the bracelet, and more importantly, it was a birthday gift from her "husband." What she didn't know was that the bracelet wasn't from her "husband," but from her "father-in-law," effectively making him her husband.
At the dinner table, Xiaoying ate with her father. She seemed to be in a good mood, chatting and laughing with him, but neither of them mentioned the events of the previous night, as if nothing had happened. After dinner, her father, knowing Xiaoying was sick, told her to rest early, while he began clearing the table and washing the dishes. Because Xiaoying was sick tonight, nothing could happen. After all, her father had told her to rest, and her health was the priority. Besides, judging from her behavior tonight, even if she weren't sick, she wouldn't have planned to have sex with her father.
After returning to her room, Xiaoying sat on the bed, lost in thought, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, sometimes confused. Finally, she turned on the computer. It seemed she hadn't been online in a long time; usually, I would monopolize the computer when I got home. Xiaoying turned on the phone and started browsing posts online, even searching the website. Most of the content was about incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. After so long without internet access, there was so much new information online. The last time Xiaoying browsed this information, she hadn't had any contact with her father, but now she had already had sex with him multiple times. "Times have changed," was the only idiom that came to mind at that moment.
After browsing some other people's experiences and opinions, Xiaoying reopened the forum, entered her username and password, and the "Pink Lily" account finally logged in again after many days. Xiaoying's forum account seemed to have a lot of messages and comments. After quickly browsing through them, she started writing a log. At that moment, I inexplicably began to look forward to it. After all, it had been a long time since Xiaoying last posted a log. Ever since her affair with her father, which involved forced sex, she had been unable to fully accept the incestuous relationship between her and her father-in-law, and therefore hadn't posted on the forum. Now, she was finally writing again.
Before, I would try to guess her thoughts through her logs, but since she stopped writing on the forum, I could only guess from her expressions and demeanor, or even eavesdrop. However, this wasn't always accurate. To know Xiaoying's true thoughts, I had to read her private log. In the video, Xiaoying typed slowly, sometimes lowering her head to ponder, seemingly considering what to write. Sometimes her brows furrowed, sometimes her expression relaxed.
An hour later, Xiaoying finally finished writing her blog post; it was already past eight o'clock. Xiaoying shut down her computer. Because she was exhausted from the previous night and still felt unwell, she lay in bed for a while playing on her phone before falling into a deep sleep. Seeing Xiaoying asleep, I couldn't wait to log into the forum. Entering my account and password, "Pink Lily's" private space finally appeared before me. Her inbox was full of messages. Suppressing my curiosity, I didn't immediately read Xiaoying's blog post, but instead read some of the private messages others had sent her. The content was mostly from lustful males asking for her contact information, or inquiring about the progress of things, whether she had slept with her father-in-law, and urging her to update her blog soon. Only a small number of respectable people offered Xiaoying advice and shared their opinions.
After reading Xiaoying's email, I nervously opened her blog list. The newly written blog post was finally displayed in front of me. I began to read it with great excitement, like the feeling of finally knowing the answer to a long-standing mystery.
"Time flies! It's been so long since I updated my blog on the forum. Many people thought I had disappeared. Actually, a lot has happened recently. Most of my friends are concerned about whether I've had a relationship with my father-in-law, and what the process was like. I didn't tell everyone in my previous posts. So, I'll explain here: I have had a relationship with my father-in-law, but it wasn't consensual at first. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he raped me. Now, I no longer avoid having sex with him. The process is complicated, not as simple as some people think. Perhaps some people think that having a relationship with my father-in-law is too lewd, but I want to say that having sex with him isn't entirely because of sexual needs. Part of it is because he has feelings for me, and I can't reciprocate those feelings. I can only satisfy him sexually, as a kind of alternative compensation. Originally, I wanted to maintain some boundaries for my father-in-law, but due to some unexpected events, those boundaries were no longer maintained. My sex life with my father-in-law is much more intense than with my husband. To be honest, my father-in-law's sexual ability is extremely strong, far surpassing that of my husband..."
"My father-in-law's sexual prowess is incredibly strong, far surpassing that of my husband..." Reading this, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Although I knew my sexual abilities were inferior to my father's—I admitted it myself—seeing that Xiaoying genuinely believed this still caused me some bitterness. But what Xiaoying said was indeed true. Of course, Xiaoying would only express this honest thought on the forum; in reality, she would always use "white lies" to deceive and comfort me, never letting me know or discover the truth. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I tried to accept this reality and continued reading.
"People say the shortcut to a woman's heart is through her vagina. But I haven't experienced that in my case. My father-in-law's penis is larger and longer than my husband's, and in terms of vaginal depth, he's much deeper. Yet, so far, he hasn't fully entered my heart. I've been afraid of losing myself, of falling into his arms, of loving him because of our frequent sex. But the only person who can truly touch my heart is my husband. I care about his every smile, his every joy and sorrow. Like yesterday, I thought he forgot my birthday, and it made me feel heartbroken, even igniting a strong desire for revenge... Actually, I know it's understandable that my husband forgot my birthday, given the pressure he's under, and the fact that I've already cheated on him. What can I blame him for? Perhaps it's just that love is deep, and so is the criticism." If my father-in-law had forgotten my birthday, I definitely wouldn't be sad or angry. Thankfully, it was my husband who did it on purpose to give me a surprise.
The moment I discovered the truth, my heartache instantly healed, my sadness vanished completely, and even my physical exhaustion disappeared. My husband's care was like a magic pill, curing everything instantly. However, afterward, I felt deep guilt and regret. I misunderstood my husband and neglected him all night. Even out of revenge and venting, I indulged in such debauchery with my father-in-law. If I could turn back time, I would have stayed quietly in my room last night.
After having sex with my father-in-law, to be honest, I was infatuated, but what I was infatuated with was his body and sexual prowess. Undeniably, his powerful sexual ability conquered my body; he could easily send me to one climax after another. I even felt that having sex with my father-in-law... Before this, I wasn't a complete woman; I never knew sex could be so wonderful. But with my father-in-law, I only experienced physical pleasure, though I still felt a certain repulsion. After all, he wasn't my husband, and ethical and moral considerations tormented me, diminishing the pleasure during sex. Even so, my father-in-law's powerful sexual ability overshadowed all that; he could give me orgasms and pleasures that my husband could never provide. Before having sex with him, I didn't even know I could squirt. Sometimes I think how wonderful it would be if my husband had such sexual ability; I would experience unparalleled pleasure, both physically and psychologically.
I feel guilty towards my husband, as I've completely cheated on him, but I'm also doing it for his own good—a kind of filial piety on his behalf, because I know he deeply loves his father; his father's place in his heart is even higher than mine. Many friends have asked me if I would confront my husband. My answer is absolutely not. I can only try my best to hide it and never let him find out. Although he might not choose to leave me after he finds out because of my father and me, I don't want our love to be tainted in any way. At least I want him to feel that our love is always pure and flawless. This is the only thing I feel I owe my husband.
Husband, forgive my indulgence. I promise you, I will never leave you and will always love you. In my heart, my father-in-law will always be a masturbation device, a living masturbation device. A woman can never fall in love with a masturbation device. I can't guarantee that I won't have a relationship with my father-in-law again, but I can guarantee that if one day my father-in-law's health deteriorates and my sexual needs are not so strong, I will completely sever this relationship. From now on, my body will belong only to you... [
Chapter 122 Returning Home]
This entry wasn't long, but it contained a lot of information, and from the tone and the words, it was clear that Xiaoying wrote it in a pleasant mood. The reason for her pleasant mood was the bracelet she mistakenly thought I had given her. After reading this entry, which she thought I would never see, I was filled with mixed emotions. Xiaoying's relationship with her father always evokes a bittersweet feeling, a contradictory mix of emotions that torments me. This feeling has remained constant. How wonderful it would be if one day I only felt excitement and stimulation, without the bitterness. But will I ever truly be able to achieve that kind of detachment?
Today, Xiaoying's entry mainly focused on two topics: her acceptance and fascination with her father's sexual abilities, and her emotional dependence on me. It still revolves around her father's sex life and her feelings for me. Xiaoying has completely accepted her father's sexual prowess, even... In her diary, Zhi openly admitted that her father's sexual ability was far superior to her husband's. Although Xiaoying didn't mean to belittle me, only praising her father's prowess, I inevitably felt uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was Xiaoying's diary entry that spurred me on. Didn't she say my sexual ability was inferior to her father's? I had to surpass him, at least for a short time, even if only once or twice. I remembered the man who sold aphrodisiacs and started contacting him online using my laptop. This time, I didn't waste any time talking to him. The first time I bought some, I only got one due to limited stock. This time, I ordered two. I planned to use both doses on myself. Although I couldn't take them forever, I would be satisfied after two doses. I refused to believe that I would be inferior to my father after taking the aphrodisiacs. I filled in my company address as the shipping address; I dared not mail it to my home. What if my father and Xiaoying found out?
Having finished all that, I continued watching the home security camera. Perhaps Xiaoying wasn't feeling well tonight, and maybe my father needed to replenish his semen, since last night's three attempts had almost drained his testicles. After tidying up, my father went back to his bedroom to rest, but before entering, he glanced at Xiaoying's room with a hint of concern in his eyes, as if he wanted to greet her, but ultimately hesitated and didn't go in. After finishing her journal entry, Xiaoying started staring blankly at the bracelet on her wrist under the lamplight, seemingly bewitched, and kept giggling to herself. Occasionally, she would look up at our wedding photo. Xiaoying has always been like this; whenever I'm away and she misses me, she stares blankly at me in the wedding photo.
The night passed uneventfully. I woke up in the morning and continued a long day of work. Today was also the last day of my business trip to this city. My original plan was to fly back tomorrow morning, but because of my concern for home, I decided to fly back tonight. I booked the plane ticket during my free time during the day. Walking through this city where I'd been on a business trip for three days, I felt no attachment or reluctance, only the turmoil and ups and downs of the past two days.
Strolling down the street, observing the city's commercial districts and consumer spending levels, I happened to come across a jewelry store. Seeing this store, I couldn't help but think of that bracelet. Although my father had given the bracelet to Xiaoying in my name, and the money was from a previous gift I'd given him, I still felt that the bracelet wasn't truly a gift from me, but rather from my father. Although the bracelet had eased the tension between Xiaoying and me, seeing it always left me with a lingering sense of unease, even a touch of jealousy. Taking advantage of the time I still had, I went into the jewelry store. The jewelry was dazzling. As soon as I entered, the sales assistant started recommending this and that to me.
Suddenly, it occurred to me: why not buy a piece of jewelry myself and give it to Xiaoying? That bracelet, after all, wasn't truly a gift from me. I decided to buy Xiaoying a real birthday present, a birthday present from my own hand. I had bought Xiaoying a ring before, and now my father had given her a bracelet, so the only thing I could buy for her was a necklace. With the help of the sales assistants, I started choosing jewelry. The sales assistants get commissions for selling jewelry, and they all showed me expensive items. Although we're a bit strapped for cash lately, I still have over ten thousand yuan. Work at the company this month has been so tiring, and my bonuses and commissions have been very generous.
Perhaps because of a subtle competitive spirit with my father, what I bought couldn't be cheaper than what he bought, so I focused my attention on necklaces costing over ten thousand yuan. Finally, I was attracted to a special necklace—a gold necklace inlaid with gemstones, pearls, and agate, priced close to twenty thousand yuan. Its color and style were very similar to the bracelet, and they matched very well. I regretted not being able to give Xiaoying the bracelet myself, but when I saw a similar necklace, I absolutely couldn't let it pass me by, especially since it was much more expensive. However, I was still a little short on cash, so I had no choice but to call a colleague who was also on the business trip with me. I waited in the jewelry store, and finally my colleague brought me cash in a taxi, enough to pay for the necklace.

Walking out of the store, holding the heavy necklace in my hand, I finally bought it, but I was in debt. I'll pay her back next month when I get my bonus. If Xiaoying finds out I bought the necklace on debt, she'll definitely give me a scolding. Looking at the necklace in my hand, was I just being stubborn and suffering for it?
My flight was at 6 PM, and we finished all work at 5 PM, giving me an hour to get to the airport—plenty of time. Since I went home early, my colleagues didn't come with me; they all went back the next day. I went to the airport alone and boarded the plane. On the plane, I felt wonderful, imagining Xiaoying's happy face when she saw the necklace, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and daydream.
I could get off the plane around 8 PM, and if I took a taxi home, I'd be home around 8:40 PM. On the plane, watching the time tick by, my eagerness to go home grew stronger. To surprise Xiaoying, I didn't tell her I'd be home tonight; she thought I'd be back the next day. Actually, when I decided to come back this morning, a question suddenly occurred to me: would Xiaoying and her father be intimate tonight? If I suddenly came home and caught them making love, wouldn't everything be exposed? But thinking about it more carefully, Xiaoying wasn't feeling well, she was still taking medication, and even when I called this morning, her voice was nasal. Her father loves her so much, how could he possibly take advantage of her while she's sick? Besides, Xiaoying's attention has returned to me these past two days; she probably doesn't feel like making love with her father anymore. So, because of all these things, I felt confident enough to come back without worry. As
soon as I got off the plane, I turned on my phone. Since I wanted to surprise Xiaoying, I decided to call her. I took a taxi; it was about a half-hour drive home. Once in the car, I took out my phone and called Xiaoying. I called partly to tease Xiaoying, and partly to check on things at home. If Xiaoying and my father were going to consummate their marriage tonight, I wouldn't be able to go home and would have to stay in a hotel. So, calling was also a kind of test. The call went through, but it took a long time, until it automatically disconnected, and Xiaoying didn't answer. Was Xiaoying already asleep? Or… was she making love with my father in his bedroom, and her phone was still in our bedroom, so she didn't hear it?
After failing to get through the first time, I started to have doubts. Could it be that, contrary to my expectations, Xiaoying was making love with my father tonight? Should I still go home? What if I caught them…? The first two times I called, Xiaoying didn't answer because she and my father were making love, and the phone was in the bedroom, the sounds of their lovemaking masking the ringer. So, if she wasn't answering, it was very likely… Just as I was wondering, my phone suddenly rang. I saw it was Xiaoying calling. Seeing that Xiaoying had called back, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Finally, I didn't have to stay in a hotel tonight.
"Hello, honey...ah..." As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Xiaoying sweetly call me by my special nickname. But after saying "honey," she suddenly added a soft lisp at the end. Although my nickname sounded sweet with that lisp, it was a bit too sweet. This lisp really struck me as odd because Xiaoying never used to call me that.
"Hello, wife, what are you doing? What are you saying...?" Although I was nervous and confused, I still kept my voice steady as I spoke to Xiaoying.
"Oh, honey, I'm tidying up the room. I almost knocked over the milk cup in the cabinet when I picked up the phone. It scared me!" Xiaoying said wearily on the other end, her breathing a little uneven. It was clear she was really doing housework and had genuinely been startled.
"Tidying up so late?" Hearing Xiaoying's voice on the phone, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out my worries were unfounded. I felt relieved. The fact that she answered the phone meant she wasn't in my father's bedroom and nothing had happened. Before, when she and my father were making love, she had never answered my calls.
"You're coming back tomorrow, so of course I want to tidy up the room to welcome you. A big cleaning tonight, hehe..." Xiaoying said playfully on the other end. Hearing her words warmed my heart. Who wouldn't be happy to have such a hardworking and understanding wife?
"Why didn't you answer the phone just now?" Although I no longer suspected anything, I still asked the small question that had been bothering me.
"Oh, I was just mopping the floor, my hands were really wet. My phone was in the bedroom, and by the time I heard it ring and dried my hands, the call had already dropped, so I quickly called you back. What? You're feeling uneasy because I didn't answer your calls that day? Hehe." Xiaoying couldn't resist teasing me at the end. Yes, I called her more than a dozen times that night and she didn't answer. I called her again today and she still didn't answer. My first thought was that she and her father were having sex, and I really am feeling a bit uneasy about it.
"No, be good and wait for your husband to come home so he can reward you properly. Is Dad asleep?"
"Dad, he's asleep. He's sleeping a lot these days, and he can sleep more and more." "
Hmm, that's good. Nothing much, I just missed you, so I called my wife."
"Honey, I miss you too. What are you doing now?"
"Oh, I'm shopping with my colleagues."
The taxi horn kept honking outside. If I said I was in a hotel, Xiaoying definitely wouldn't believe me. It's more believable to say I'm shopping. I was clearly alone in the taxi with my luggage, yet I said I was shopping with my colleagues. The taxi driver looked back at me with a puzzled expression, his eyes carrying a hint of ambiguity, as if to say: We're both men, I understand. Damn, is he going to mistake me for a man who's secretly seeing a mistress behind his wife's back? Ignoring the taxi driver's strange look, I continued chatting with Xiaoying.
"Oh, don't stay up too late, go home and rest early, honey. I still have some tidying up to do, so
I'll hang up now." "Hanging up so soon? I haven't finished chatting yet." "
Oh dear, honey, I still have to tidy up the house. It's so late, aren't you going to let your wife sleep? Okay, I'll hang up now, see you tomorrow, mwah."
"Okay, honey, get some rest, don't overwork yourself, goodnight, mwah." Seeing that Xiaoying was in a hurry to hang up, I could only say goodbye.
After hanging up, it took about ten minutes for the taxi to finally enter my apartment complex. Getting out of the taxi, I stood in the complex's square, and using the streetlights, I quickened my pace. Soon I arrived at my building, looking up at my apartment's floor. The living room light was still on, so it seemed Xiaoying hadn't finished tidying up. Right next to the living room was the window of our bedroom, and our bedroom lights were also on.
Imagining Xiaoying tidying up the living room and our bedroom, so meticulously making the house so perfect to welcome me, filled me with a sweet warmth. I walked to the entrance of my building, reached out and pulled; the unit door opened easily. The unit doors in the building are all locked; you either ring the doorbell or use a key. The lock on my unit door broke a couple of days ago, and I couldn't believe it hadn't been fixed even after I returned from my business trip. I couldn't help but feel a little disdainful of the property management's incompetence.
Carrying my bag, which contained the necklace I bought for Xiaoying, I climbed the stairs. Imagining her surprised and delighted face when she saw me, I couldn't hide my excitement and almost ran upstairs. Finally, I reached my door, and only then did I realize that the house key was in my backpack. Because I'm always forgetful, it's easy to lose keys if they're in my pocket, and besides, there's no need to carry them with me while on a business trip. Getting the key would require taking the bag off my shoulder, which was inconvenient. So knocking was the most convenient option, since I was already at the door.
Thinking about Xiaoying's surprised and delighted expression when she opened the door, I gently knocked. I couldn't knock too loudly, lest I disturb my sleeping father. Xiaoying was tidying up the living room and our two bedrooms; a gentle knock should be enough for her to hear. I wondered what Xiaoying's expression would be when she saw me suddenly return.
But after knocking a few times, no one answered. I had to knock gently a few more times, but still no one opened the door. Was my knocking too soft? The doors were reinforced security doors with excellent soundproofing; it seemed my knocking was too quiet for Xiaoying to hear. I couldn't help but knock louder, and after waiting for a while, still no one opened the door. Sigh, oh well, to avoid disturbing my father, I'll just use my key to open the door myself. Just as I was about to put down my bag and rummage through it for my keys to open the door, the door suddenly opened...
Chapter 123 Tenderness
"Honey, why are you back? Weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?" After my anxious wait, the door finally opened, and Xiaoying stood there, her face beaming with surprise.
"Hehe, wasn't it to give my wife a surprise? How about it? Surprised?" I took off my bag and handed it to Xiaoying, then changed my shoes.
"Tch, what surprise? More like a shock! You're so mean." Xiaoying took my backpack and gave me slippers. The house was just as usual.
"Is Dad asleep?" I asked softly, afraid of disturbing my sleeping father. His bedroom door was closed, and the light wasn't on; he must already be asleep.
"Oh, yes, I went to bed early, and I'll finish tidying up the room soon."
"You must be exhausted. Look at you, you're all disheveled from tidying up. You've lost all your ladylike image while you were busy tidying up." I teased Xiaoying, which earned her a playful punch.
"Have you eaten? Do you want me to heat up some food for you? There's still some left."
"I've already eaten, no need, I'm exhausted, let's get some rest." I really was exhausted. I had just finished my last day of work and flew straight back.
My gaze involuntarily swept over the bracelet on Xiaoying's wrist, but I always felt that bracelet was so glaringly obvious to me. Back in the bedroom, I noticed a fishy smell permeating the room. Every time I mopped the floor, the evaporating moisture would produce this smell, like a man's semen.
"Honey, you rest first, I'm going to take a shower." After tidying up my things, Xiaoying picked up a towel and prepared to take a shower.
"Wait, honey, I have something for you." I hadn't forgotten about that necklace. A major reason I rushed home was to give it to Xiaoying as soon as possible. I really wanted to see her surprised and delighted when she saw it.
"Didn't you already give me a bracelet? What else do you want? Ah, speaking of the bracelet, I haven't settled the score with you yet! Why did you tease me like that, making me sad all day?" Xiaoying stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, her face puffed up with anger, but it was obvious she was just faking it.
"Isn't it to give you a surprise, honey? Do you like this bracelet?" Although the bracelet made me a little uneasy, since my father had passed the gift on to me, I couldn't waste this opportunity to curry favor with Xiaoying.
"I like it, of course I like it! Thank you for being so thoughtful, honey. I didn't expect you to notice how much I liked it when I saw it the other day." Xiaoying held up the bracelet in front of me, showing it off. If she knew that this bracelet was actually bought for her by my father, how would she feel? Would she also be happy and delighted?
"Of course I care about everything my wife does. Here, take a look, do you like this?" I didn't want to dwell on the bracelet anymore, so I took out the necklace gift box and handed it to Xiaoying.
"Wow, it's so beautiful! Thank you, honey, *kiss*..." Xiaoying opened the gift box and saw the necklace. The necklace shimmered with iridescent colors under the light. Xiaoying's eyes lit up when she saw it, and she was overjoyed. She couldn't help but pounce on me and give me a loud kiss. Seeing Xiaoying's delight, my vanity was greatly satisfied.
Xiaoying held the necklace to her chest, admiring its effect, clearly delighted. Finally, she saw the invoice that came with the necklace. Seeing the price, she couldn't help but complain a bit, but the joy the necklace brought her was enough to offset those complaints. Finally, she suddenly placed the necklace in my hands.
"Honey, put this on for me yourself." Xiaoying placed the necklace in my hand and suddenly turned her back to me. I stood up, wrapped the necklace around Xiaoying's neck, and then fastened it behind her neck. After putting it on, Xiaoying turned back to me.
"Honey, isn't it pretty?" Xiaoying said excitedly.
"My wife is already very pretty, and she looks even more beautiful with this on." Indeed, Xiaoying looked even more radiant with the necklace. Seeing Xiaoying's happy expression, the money spent was definitely worth it; at least my efforts weren't in vain.
Xiaoying was wearing a nightgown, her fair neck, slender legs, and arms exposed, her 34D breasts appearing full and firm beneath the nightgown. I had been away on a business trip for three days, and my sexual desire had been suppressed for a long time, especially after witnessing Xiaoying and her father's unusual sexual encounter, which made me both heartbroken and excited. Looking at Xiaoying's sexy and beautiful appearance accentuated by the necklace and bracelet, my penis involuntarily became erect. Now that my body is gradually recovering, I can get an erection anytime, anywhere, which is the only thing that can comfort me.
"Wife, we haven't been intimate in a long time." I closed the bedroom door, then hugged Xiaoying, gently stroking her back while kissing her neck.

"No, husband, let me take a shower first, and then I'll satisfy you, okay?" Xiaoying gently pushed me away, her face showing refusal, but I had no choice but to go. I ignored Xiaoying and continued to kiss and take from her.
"No, husband, I haven't showered today, I'm dirty, um..." Xiaoying continued to struggle gently, but the pent-up desire in my heart these past few days, and the lingering feeling from her having sex with her father, made me forcefully take from Xiaoying. Xiaoying was about to speak, but I silenced her with a kiss. Xiaoying
has a habit of showering every day, but now I don't care at all; I just want to unleash the desire that has accumulated over the past few days. I started to caress Xiaoying's breasts and began to take off her nightgown. After struggling for a while, Xiaoying realized I seemed a bit crazy. Knowing my pent-up desire hadn't been released, and also because of the necklace I'd given her, she finally gave up resisting.
Everything proceeded smoothly, Xiaoying cooperating with me frantically. Once Xiaoying was completely naked, I lay down to give her oral sex, but just as I was about to begin, she suddenly covered her vaginal opening with both hands, her previously half-closed eyes snapping open.
"Honey, I haven't showered, so let's not. Just put it in," Xiaoying said, gently shaking her head and biting her lower lip.
"Okay, honey's coming." At this point, how could I not satisfy my beloved wife's request? I moved my body up, then, holding my fully erect penis, I brought it to Xiaoying's vaginal opening. Xiaoying hesitated for a few moments, then moved her hands away. Xiaoying's vulva was exposed to my gaze, and it was already very, very wet. Xiaoying seemed to really enjoy sex with me; even with just simple foreplay, she was already very aroused.
Perhaps it was because my penis was relatively small, or perhaps it was because Xiaoying's vagina was already wet, or perhaps it was because she had been "exploded" by her father, but "swoosh..." I easily inserted my penis all the way in. However, even with my penis fully inserted, Xiaoying didn't moan. Could it be that she was used to her father's thick, long penis, and my small penis could no longer arouse her? With these bittersweet thoughts, I began to work hard. In the standard missionary position, "slap slap slap..." the sounds of flesh colliding began to echo in the bedroom. I knelt between Xiaoying's legs, my hands on her knees. Under the light, I watched my penis repeatedly going in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. Xiaoying "cooperated" by moaning, but her moans were much, much softer than when she made love with her father. When she made love with her father, Xiaoying's moans were like a cat's meow, high-pitched and thin, giving one goosebumps; but when she made love with me, Xiaoying's moans were like a mosquito's, very weak. This huge difference in skill made me increase my speed and intensity again. My stubbornness kicked in; I was determined to make Xiaoying moan louder than her father.
But in the end, I was exhausted and drenched in sweat, and I still couldn't make Xiaoying moan any louder. Finally, I had to give up. Due to exhaustion, I slowed down, giving myself a break. I looked down at my short penis moving in and out of Xiaoying's vagina, imagining my father's thick, long penis moving in and out of her. Suddenly, a surge of excitement overwhelmed me, almost making me ejaculate. No, I had to last longer. I quickly banished the image of Xiaoying and her father making love from my mind, and the urge to ejaculate slowly subsided.
At that moment, I remembered the night my father had sex with Xiaoying from behind, and how they almost ended up doing doggy style. Thinking of this, I stopped thrusting and pulled out my penis. Xiaoying stopped moaning and then opened her eyes.
"Honey, did you ejaculate?" Xiaoying lifted her upper body, looked at her vagina, and asked me suspiciously.
I hadn't ejaculated; I just wanted to change positions. I didn't expect Xiaoying to think I had. It's understandable. Normally, I would ejaculate in less than five minutes, and it's been about five minutes now. In the past, I definitely would have ejaculated, but my body has almost fully recovered and is no longer what it used to be. Also, when my father ejaculated, Xiaoying would tremble with each spurt, the frequency of her trembling matching the frequency of his ejaculation. This showed how powerful his ejaculation was, how his semen gushed into her uterus, giving her immense pleasure even during ejaculation. I just didn't expect Xiaoying to not even realize I had ejaculated. She thought I had, which shows how insignificant my ejaculation was compared to my father's, that Xiaoying couldn't even feel it.
Thinking about Xiaoying questioning my stamina and the amount of semen I ejaculated, a surge of anger rose within me. I twisted Xiaoying's body, intending to turn her into a doggy-style position. Xiaoying sensed my intention and began to struggle slightly, twisting her body.
"Husband, no, I don't want that position."
But under the influence of my lust, I completely ignored Xiaoying and continued to manipulate her body. After struggling a few times, seeing my seemingly resolute attitude, she hesitated for a moment before giving up. Then, her attitude underwent a 180-degree change; she actually rolled over and lay face down on the bed. At this moment, her buttocks were raised high, her upper body lying prone on the bed, her breasts exposed before me. Seeing Xiaoying in this position, I was incredibly excited. I immediately inserted my penis into Xiaoying's vagina, then grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began to fuck her. While fucking Xiaoying, I couldn't help but think to myself, when my father first penetrated Xiaoying, although he used the doggy-style position, it was because he forced her, not because Xiaoying consented. That time shouldn't count. That night, although my father used his sexual prowess to "force" Xiaoying into a doggy-style position, they ultimately didn't succeed due to his pity. Watching Xiaoying sway back and forth as I fucked her in that position, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Doggy-style might not be my exclusive domain anymore, but I had still taken the lead.
With my vanity satisfied, I continued in that position for another five minutes before the urge to ejaculate finally arrived. Although I tried to suppress it, I managed to ejaculate after ten minutes. This was pretty good; ten minutes was almost back to my normal level before I got sick. After ejaculating, I was exhausted. My limp penis was naturally squeezed out of Xiaoying's vagina, and the semen that had accumulated over the past few days began to drip out little by little. Although it couldn't match the amount my father ejaculated, it was still quite good. I turned over and lay down on the bed, closing my eyes to enjoy the afterglow of the pleasure after ejaculation. I breathed heavily; I had really exerted myself too much, and I was exhausted. The only regret is that I didn't bring Xiaoying to orgasm. Xiaoying only moaned softly from beginning to end, and I have no idea whether those moans were from the heart or just to cooperate with me.
"Honey, you're finally fully recovered. You're much better this time; you actually lasted so long." After I pulled out my penis, Xiaoying lay completely face down on the bed, maintaining this doggy-style position, which is quite physically demanding for a woman. She gently stroked my chest as she spoke to me, seemingly still having energy. "
You rest well, I'm going to take a shower, okay?" Seeing that I wasn't speaking and was still resting with my eyes closed, Xiaoying gently said this, then wiped her vaginal opening a few times with a tissue, put on a nightgown, grabbed a towel, and went to the bathroom to shower.
After Xiaoying left, I opened my eyes. Although my body had recovered, I hadn't satisfied Xiaoying. I remembered that before Xiaoying had a relationship with my father, with my normal physical condition, satisfying Xiaoying wouldn't have been a problem. However, after getting used to my father's "delicacies," my current "simple meals" were no longer enough to fully satisfy her. Xiaoying's "love" was still with me, but her "sex" had completely given to her father. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but sigh. Is it really true that every gain has its loss?
For the next two days, I planned to conserve my semen. I couldn't masturbate, and I couldn't waste it. I didn't have my father's ability to ejaculate three times in a row; I could only accumulate it gradually. I was increasingly looking forward to the two doses of aphrodisiacs that were arriving tomorrow, even feeling a little impatient. Listening to the constant sound of water coming from the bathroom, I lay on the bed imagining the scene of taking the aphrodisiacs and fucking Xiaoying until she was exhausted…
Chapter 124 Discovery
Xiaoying was still taking a shower in the bathroom, and I lay on the bed thinking. I had just arrived home and went straight into the house with Xiaoying, getting to the "point of business." After the sex, I had used up a lot of energy and felt a little thirsty. While Xiaoying was still showering, I decided to get out of bed and get some water. I got out of bed, picked up my underwear to put on, and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. I picked up my underwear from the floor, but while picking it up, I accidentally touched Xiaoying's underwear, and I felt a sticky liquid on it. Xiaoying went to the bathroom naked in her nightgown; she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra, and her underwear was still lying on the floor.
Touching the sticky liquid, my hand, which was picking up the underwear, suddenly stopped. The sticky substance was so familiar. How could Xiaoying's underwear be wet? The room lights had been turned pink when I was making love with Xiaoying. While Xiaoying was still showering, I turned the bedroom lights up to their brightest setting. Then I reached for Xiaoying's underwear, and under the bright light, I carefully examined her pink lace-trimmed panties. My heart suddenly tightened; a bad premonition filled me.

Finally, I found something in the middle of Xiaoying's underwear—a white substance. Bringing it close to my face, without even needing to ask, the strong, fishy smell of male semen assaulted my nostrils. To confirm my suspicions one last time, I didn't care about the dirt. I gently touched the liquid with my finger and then brought it to my nose. Yes, it was semen, absolutely. I remember when I got home, I immediately took off Xiaoying's underwear and then had sex with her. After that, she went to the bathroom to shower. That means that before I took off her underwear, it was already stained with semen. This means that before I got home, Xiaoying had sex with someone else and was raped by that man. As for who that man was? I don't need to guess.
Xiaoying's underwear slipped from my hands. Looking at the still-wet semen on her underwear, I knew that it had been there a few minutes before I got home. I started recalling the details of my journey home. When I arrived, the door didn't open for a long time; it took about one or two minutes before it finally opened. What was Xiaoying doing during that time? At the time, I didn't suspect anything, but now, thinking back, things weren't so simple. Also, when I first entered the house, I smelled a strong fishy odor. At first, I thought it was the smell of water, but now that I think about it, it was slightly different from water, because the smell of water is not as strong, it's very faint. The strongest fishy smell is from male semen. Furthermore, when I first entered the house, the living room was neat and tidy, and Xiaoying said our bedroom was also tidied up. However, when I entered the bedroom, I found our bed was very messy. If the bedroom was tidied, why weren't the bedding made? And Xiaoying makes the bed neatly every morning before leaving for work, so why is it a mess by nightfall before we even rest? Unless someone messed up the bed in the hours between Xiaoying's work and my arrival home, I don't need to think about the reason.
Also, when Xiaoying opened the door for me, her hair was a little disheveled, and her nightgown seemed a little messy. I initially thought she was just tidying up and looked rather disheveled. Also, although she seemed surprised and delighted when the door opened, looking back now, I see a hint of panic and fear in her eyes, as if she felt somewhat guilty.
Finally, when Xiaoying and I were having sex, after I took off her panties, her vagina was very wet. I initially thought it was due to my foreplay techniques, that I had aroused her and made her wet even before penetration. Now, I realize it was because there was still semen left from our previous intercourse inside her vagina. Also, after I penetrated Xiaoying and we had sex, during my thrusting, I noticed some white stuff on my penis. At the time, I thought it was just foam from friction, but now, thinking back, that white stuff was different from foam. Even if I didn't think it was foam from friction, I could have interpreted it as Xiaoying's vaginal discharge, since she often has discharge, just not excessively. So, when I saw that white stuff being brought out of Xiaoying's vagina by my penis, I didn't suspect anything. Now, looking back, that white stuff was very likely the semen remaining in Xiaoying's vagina.
Furthermore, before I made love to Xiaoying, she insisted on taking a shower first, and then we would have sex. Her attitude was quite firm, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes. If I hadn't been so overcome with lust that I practically forced her to undress, she wouldn't have given up on the idea of showering first. Also, when I kissed Xiaoying just now, I seemed to taste something different in her mouth, a taste she had never tasted before.
I looked down at my uncleaned penis, feeling it was covered in my father's semen from inside Xiaoying's vagina. I pursed my lips a few times, and the taste in my mouth felt strange. Could it be that I hadn't only tasted Xiaoying's saliva, but also my father's? All the details I hadn't paid attention to before connected through the trace of semen on Xiaoying's underwear, making me realize that things were definitely not that simple. Something must have happened between Xiaoying and my father in the time before I got home. Looking at the wad of underwear and listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, the joy I had just felt faded. Why? Weren't you already sick? Weren't you happy because I gave you the bracelet? Couldn't you have kept your innocence for me for just one night? Even just one night?
No, I absolutely won't believe it until I see the security footage. I must be mistaken, I must have misunderstood. A moment later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I stopped thinking. I quickly adjusted the bedroom light back to pink and put Xiaoying's underwear back in its place. At this moment, I no longer felt thirsty. I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and pondered, as if nothing had happened. Although I pretended to be calm on the surface, my heart was in turmoil. I desperately wanted to know the answers.
A moment later, the bedroom door opened. I kept my eyes closed. Xiaoying returned to the bedroom and then left again shortly after. I opened my eyes and glanced at the floor. I saw that Xiaoying had taken her underwear and bra, probably to put them in the washing machine. I closed my eyes again. A moment later, Xiaoying returned to the bedroom. As I was closing my eyes, I suddenly felt Xiaoying pinch my penis, and then it felt cool. I opened my eyes and found Xiaoying gently wiping my penis with a wet wipe. Xiaoying was completely focused on wiping me, occasionally glancing at me with tenderness and love in her eyes, but this love felt like irony to me.
Because she was showering, Xiaoying had already taken off her bracelet and necklace. Seeing them coiled together on the bedside table, I felt a mix of emotions.
"Honey, get up for a second, I'll change the sheets and blankets," Xiaoying said gently after wiping my penis.
"Okay, you change first. I'm going to get some water; I have some work to do later. I'm coming home early today because I have to submit a report tomorrow." I got up, put on my underwear and pajamas, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.
In the bathroom, I suddenly felt nauseous. It wasn't that I disliked my father; it's just that no matter how much I love him, I couldn't bear the thought of indirectly kissing him. I picked up my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, over and over again. Afterward, I left the bathroom, took some water from the refrigerator, and drank a few sips, but my mouth still felt strange. Although brushing had thoroughly cleaned my mouth, the psychological effect still made me feel uncomfortable.
Back in the bedroom, Xiaoying had already changed the sheets and covers. I took the old sheets and went to the bathroom. As I was about to put them in the washing machine, I stopped. With mixed feelings, I began searching the sheets and covers for traces of love Xiaoying and my father had left behind, but I gave up; I found nothing. Returning from the bathroom
, I turned on my computer. Xiaoying was lying in bed playing on her phone. I started analyzing the data, but I was distracted, and the analysis was progressing very slowly. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Xiaoying playing on her phone, occasionally glancing at me furtively. Because I needed to wait for Xiaoying to fall asleep before checking the security camera footage, I endured my fatigue and waited for her to fall asleep. I had to keep her awake.
"Honey, I'm going to sleep now. You should sleep early too. Goodnight." After waiting for about an hour, past ten o'clock, Xiaoying yawned, said goodnight, put down her phone, and prepared to sleep. I continued working on the data and waited for about half an hour until I was sure Xiaoying was asleep. Listening to her even breathing, I opened the monitoring software on my computer and froze the recording at the moment Xiaoying came home from work…
When Xiaoying got home, her father was preparing dinner as usual. After entering the house, Xiaoying put down her bag and went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas. After changing, Xiaoying came out of her bedroom and went to the kitchen.
“Dad, I’ll cook tonight.” I don’t know why Xiaoying suddenly wanted to cook. You see, although Xiaoying is a very good cook, she rarely cooks. She says that cooking fumes are bad for her skin. So usually, her father cooks. Only when her father was sick or injured did Xiaoying cook every day. Tonight, Xiaoying suddenly wanted to cook, which I found a bit unusual.
“What’s wrong? Why do you want to cook tonight?” I wasn’t the only one who found it strange; her father also asked Xiaoying curiously.
"Is it not okay? You know how difficult it is for me to cook for you. Jincheng isn't here, so why don't I cook another meal for you tonight?" Xiaoying looked at her father tenderly. Although her eyes didn't hold the love of a romantic partner, they were still gentle and tender, and there seemed to be something unusual in them, though I couldn't decipher it.
"No, thank you. I'm feeling great right now. You always say cooking fumes are bad for your skin, right? Let Dad do it. You can do it when Dad can't anymore, okay? Go and rest for a bit, I need to cook." Her father gently pushed Xiaoying out of the kitchen. Seeing her father's insistence, Xiaoying pouted and left the kitchen, her pouting and cute expression making it seem like she was pleading with her father.
Xiaoying eventually returned to her bedroom and started tidying up. The living room and bedroom were neatly organized. At this moment, I noticed that our bed was perfectly tidy. I remembered how messy our bed was when we first arrived home. I had even asked Xiaoying why her bed was so messy back then. Xiaoying explained that she was about to change the sheets, but hadn't had a chance before I returned. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now, looking back, I see a hint of panic in her eyes.
After making the bed, Xiaoying returned to our bedroom. She sat on the bed, staring blankly at our wedding photo, occasionally glancing down at the bracelet on her wrist. Her eyes held tenderness, yet occasionally a trace of confusion. Perhaps she was thinking about her entangled relationship with her father, a relationship that tormented her between sex and love. She wanted my love and her father's sex, but this clandestine relationship filled her with constant self-reproach and fear. If I didn't confront her, she was destined to live a life of inner turmoil, caught between my father and me.
After sitting on the bed for a while, Xiaoying shook her hair, seemingly trying to clear her mind of those troubling thoughts. She turned on her computer, seemingly wanting to clear her head online. Xiaoying seemed to have recovered from her illness; her face showed no signs of fatigue. She browsed the internet aimlessly for a while, then pondered for a moment before logging back into the forum, opening her "Pink Lily" account. After reading a few comments, she began writing a new entry.
I fast-forwarded the surveillance footage. Xiaoying wrote her entry while thinking, taking about half an hour. Judging from the length of the entry in the footage, it didn't seem very long, but it took Xiaoying so long, and she was writing, revising, and thinking simultaneously—it seemed quite difficult. Shortly after Xiaoying finished her entry, her father knocked on the living room door, calling her to dinner. Xiaoying turned off the computer and went to eat with her father.
I watched her and her father happily enjoying dinner on the computer, and began to ponder: should I stop the video and check what Xiaoying had written? Or should I watch the video first and then check her entry? These two choices—continuing to watch the video or turning it off to check the entry—pinchled me. But what I wanted to know most was whether Xiaoying and her father had had sex before I got home. This was what I most desperately wanted to know. I abandoned the idea of checking the log first and stared intently at the computer screen, watching the monitor as Xiaoying and her father laughed and chatted happily, enjoying a "candlelight dinner" just for the two of them. At that moment, they had no idea that in two or three hours, I would suddenly return home from out of town…
Chapter 125 Kitchen Love.
I continued watching the monitor, though I was eager to know what Xiaoying had written in her log, I restrained myself. Dinner ended amidst the laughter of my father and Xiaoying. During the meal, Xiaoying initiated the conversation, seemingly flattered by my father. Both my father and I sensed Xiaoying's strange behavior that evening.
After dinner, Xiaoying insisted on clearing the table, and my father, unable to persuade her otherwise, let her do it herself. After clearing the table, Xiaoying started washing the dishes in the kitchen, while my father went to get a broom to sweep the floor. Because the kitchen was quite small, and the broom was placed at the back,… When Father went to get the broom, he had to sidestep Xiaoying to pass her. As he turned to pass her, the kitchen was cramped, and Xiaoying was washing dishes with her buttocks sticking out. Inadvertently, Father's groin brushed against Xiaoying's buttocks. I could tell the action was unintentional, but it made both Father and Xiaoying flinch simultaneously, as if their bodies, each carrying positive and negative ions, generated a static current that ran through their bodies upon contact.
Since their first sexual encounter, their physical contact seemed particularly sensitive. The moment Father's groin brushed against Xiaoying's buttocks, she almost dropped the bowl in the sink, but thankfully caught it at the last moment. A flash of embarrassment crossed Father's face, his old face flushed, and he quickly picked up the broom. When he passed Xiaoying again, they deliberately pulled their bodies away from each other, this time avoiding contact.
The father started sweeping the living room. Xiaoying's face was still slightly pink from the physical contact they had just made. She washed the dishes with her head down, lost in thought, her face occasionally flushing, and she would sometimes steal glances at her father as he swept. After finishing, the father prepared to put the broom back in its place. Their bodies met again, and they pulled away, avoiding contact this time. But as the father put the broom in the kitchen and prepared to return to the living room, he hunched over, intending to pass by Xiaoying. Just before this, a determined look flashed across Xiaoying's face, as if she had made up her mind. In that instant, as the father hunched over to pass by, Xiaoying's buttocks didn't pull back this time; instead, they suddenly thrust backward, slamming into the father's groin.
"Ouch..." Perhaps it was too sudden; the father, caught off guard by Xiaoying's buttocks, cried out in surprise. He hadn't expected his groin to be suddenly "attacked" by Xiaoying. Xiaoying pressed her snowy buttocks against her father's groin, her face slightly flushed. She remained motionless, pressed against his groin. Her father, perhaps confused, could only stand there, unsure of Xiaoying's intentions.
After a while, Xiaoying began to wiggle her hips, rubbing them against her father's groin, as if caressing him with her fleshy buttocks. After a moment of bewilderment, her father seemed to understand something, a look of realization dawning on his face. A flicker of excitement crossed his face, and with the friction of Xiaoying's buttocks, his groin slowly bulged, the outline gradually widening. I knew that his "weapon" was loading ammunition, preparing for "battle."
Xiaoying continued rubbing her buttocks against her father while washing the dishes. Their breathing became rapid, their faces flushed, and desire began to burn between them, slowly enveloping them. In the depths of his emotions, the father understood everything. If he didn't understand at this point, he wouldn't be a normal man. His hands slowly climbed up Xiaoying's slender waist, his wrinkled hands beginning to caress her alluring curves. Their bodies moved, as if Xiaoying were dancing against her father's chest.
Slowly, his hands moved upwards, reaching under Xiaoying's armpits, and gently explored her breasts, grasping her two vibrant nipples and kneading them through her nightgown. Xiaoying's breasts changed shape under his touch. Gradually, I noticed that the father's groin was becoming wet. I didn't know if it was his penis secretions soaking his pants or Xiaoying's vaginal fluid soaking her skirt.
Their desire burned stronger and stronger. Xiaoying washed the dishes more slowly, seemingly reluctant to end things so soon due to the unusual stimulation in the kitchen. They hadn't been intimate for two days, and their sexual desire had been building up. Finally, the father couldn't resist any longer. He gently lifted Xiaoying's nightgown, exposing her long, slender, white legs to the kitchen light, followed by her lace-trimmed panties. The scene was identical to that day in the bathroom. The father pulled Xiaoying's nightgown up to her waist, revealing that the crotch area of her panties was already wet; it seemed the earlier friction had aroused her. Seeing this, the father touched Xiaoying's vaginal opening with his finger, eliciting a soft moan from her. He lifted his finger, finding it covered in her vaginal fluid.
The father slowly pulled down Xiaoying's panties, exposing her white buttocks and sparsely haired vaginal opening to the light. Was he going to give Xiaoying oral sex next? This scene reminded me of that night in the bathroom. Were they planning to make love in the kitchen tonight?
What happened next surprised me. Instead of kneeling down to give Xiaoying oral sex, my father began to shamelessly knead her buttocks with both hands. During this time, Xiaoying struggled to continue washing the dishes, biting her lower lip to suppress her uneven breathing. She wasn't really washing dishes anymore; it was just an excuse to prolong the time. After kneading Xiaoying
's buttocks a few times, my father seemed unable to suppress his lust any longer. He looked around the kitchen, seemingly confirming that this was the kitchen and not the bedroom. The excitement in his eyes grew stronger. Finally, my father took a deep breath, withdrew his hands, and quickly pulled off his pajama bottoms and underwear, pulling them off together. The moment the pajama bottoms and underwear were removed, my father's long-erect penis, deprived of the comfort of underwear, sprang out instantly. The glans, the size of an egg, was exposed to the air, and the dark testicles, now fully saturated with semen, hung below the penis, which was now at its maximum erection.
"Next, oral sex, right?" I thought to myself. But what happened next was completely unexpected. After taking off his pajama bottoms and underwear, my father didn't do anything else. He simply adjusted the position of my penis and placed the egg-sized glans against Xiaoying's vulva. Was my father going to penetrate her directly? Right there in the kitchen?
But today's position was different from that night in the bathroom. That night in the bathroom, Xiaoying's upper body was bent very low, making her buttocks stick out more, which made it easier for my father to penetrate her from behind. But this time in the kitchen, because Xiaoying was washing dishes, and the sink was higher, her upper body was bent higher, so her buttocks weren't as perky. So today, the position in the kitchen wasn't convenient for my father to penetrate, but he didn't seem worried at all. He gently kicked Xiaoying's legs again, and Xiaoying, just like last time, understood, spreading her legs apart slightly and then actively thrusting her hips upwards. Seeing Xiaoying cooperate in this position, my father used his hands to spread Xiaoying's buttocks apart, revealing her pink anus and vulva to my father and me.
Xiaoying stopped washing the dishes at this moment; washing dishes no longer seemed important, even though the task was almost finished, and she had achieved her goal of stalling for time. Xiaoying stopped all other movements, focusing on waiting for her father to enter; she didn't want anything else to affect her enjoyment of the moment of penetration. My father spread Xiaoying's buttocks and vulva as wide as possible, his glans pressing firmly against Xiaoying's vaginal opening without any support, as if glued there. The father took a deep breath and stood on tiptoe. Because Xiaoying wasn't short, and unlike their position in the bathroom, he had to tiptoe slightly to reach her.
"Ah..." With a deeply ecstatic moan from Xiaoying, the father inadvertently inserted his glans into her body. His penis gradually stretched Xiaoying's vaginal opening until it reached its limit, at which point it was swallowed whole. This process was completed in an instant. After so many sexual encounters, Xiaoying's vaginal opening seemed to be gradually adapting to the size of her father's penis; her vagina was changing because of it.
After penetrating Xiaoying, the father paused, took a few breaths, and then, still on tiptoe, slowly pushed his penis deeper into her vagina. This process was slow; the father was unusually gentle this time. The distance between his testicles and Xiaoying's vaginal opening gradually decreased. "Snap..." With a crisp sound, the father's hips finally collided with Xiaoying's buttocks, his dark testicles pressed tightly against her vaginal opening, and his penis was fully inserted into her vagina. At this moment, the two were deeply and intimately connected.
"Oh..." As the father finally inserted his entire penis into Xiaoying's vagina, the two of them simultaneously let out a relaxed exhale. After inserting his penis to the hilt, the father did not immediately begin to thrust, but maintained the fully inserted position, his upper body leaning against Xiaoying's back, his stubble-covered lips kissing her neck, earlobes, and back gently. At this moment, the two of them were carefully experiencing and enjoying the pleasure of their intimate contact, both keenly aware of each other's presence.
"Am I tight?" In this quiet moment, a woman's seductive voice suddenly rang out, startling me in the video feed. Was there a third person in the kitchen? Because I had been so focused on their intertwined genitals, I hadn't noticed who said that. I quickly replayed the footage a bit, then stared intently at Xiaoying's face.
"Am I tight?" At this moment, I finally confirmed that the words came from Xiaoying's mouth. I was completely stunned. My first reaction was that Xiaoying hadn't said those words, because in my memory, she wouldn't say such ambiguous and lewd things. But now I had to believe it; these were words Xiaoying had said herself, words she had never uttered to me before. What was the reason? I felt Xiaoying was acting strangely tonight; what could it be? I would have to find the answer in Xiaoying's diary later.
I wasn't the only one stunned; my father was too. He stopped kissing Xiaoying and looked at her profile with a puzzled expression, seemingly unable to believe that she would suddenly say such a thing. Their bodies froze, neither moving, staring at the screen. They were pressed together, but what others couldn't see was that the man's penis was deeply inserted into the woman's vagina.
"Am I tight?" Not hearing her father's reply, Xiaoying asked again, her eyes glazed, desire burning fiercely within her.
"Tight, very tight, and hot." Her father finally heard her. His face lit up with ecstasy and excitement, even a hint of flattery. These four words, though brief, carried extraordinary meaning. Xiaoying's ability to utter such an ambiguous phrase signified progress in their relationship and a deepening of their feelings.
Imagining the thickness of her father's penis, Xiaoying's vagina was indeed very tight and warm. There was no better catalyst for lust. After answering Xiaoying's question, the father wrapped his arms around her and began to frantically suck and kiss her neck. At the same time, his hips began to thrust back and forth, gradually separating his hips from Xiaoying's buttocks. A thick, long, dark penis covered with "earthworm-like" veins was revealed between them. The two ends of the penis were connected to their bodies. Due to the soaking in Xiaoying's vagina, the shaft was covered with love fluid, like a thin film, glistening under the light.
Because their bodies were tightly embraced, the father couldn't pull back very far. "Snap..." After pulling out to a certain extent, the father thrust his hips forward, and the thin film-covered penis was quickly inserted into Xiaoying's vagina. "Ah... Ah ha," Xiaoying let out a moan of extreme pleasure. After a few tentative, slow thrusts, the father increased the speed, and the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the kitchen, eliciting Xiaoying's clingy moans and gasps.
The two began to make love slowly and gently in the kitchen. Despite the difficult conditions, Xiaoying finally finished washing the dishes. What should have taken only a few minutes took her over twenty minutes. Xiaoying finally finished the housework while making love, but their lovemaking didn't stop.
"Husband, husband, I love you. May Buddha bless you, and may you have a healthy body and strength..." Just as the two were deeply in the throes of passion, Xiaoying's phone, which was in the bedroom, suddenly rang. Since the bedroom door wasn't closed, the sound easily reached their ears. Their bodies, moving in perfect harmony, abruptly stopped the moment the phone rang...
Chapter 126 The Truth
I checked the time on the surveillance footage and then looked at my phone's call log. I realized it was the exact time I had called Xiaoying right after getting off the plane. Would they answer a phone call while making love?
After a moment of hesitation, Xiaoying gently straightened up, preparing to answer the phone. Because her father's penis was very long, even when Xiaoying stood up, his penis remained firmly inserted in her vagina, only a portion wasted. Her father knew Xiaoying was going to answer the phone and moved his feet to accommodate her. Xiaoying didn't let her father pull his penis out first, and her father didn't pull it out voluntarily either; neither seemed willing to leave their bodies. The two of them walked towards our bedroom step by step, still in the inserted position.
However, walking in this position was incredibly time-consuming, and by the time they finally reached the bedroom door, the phone had already automatically disconnected. Xiaoying finally reached her phone, but when she looked at the caller ID, she was slightly taken aback to see it was me. A flicker of doubt crossed her face, which was flushed with sexual pleasure. To avoid arousing my suspicion, she prepared to call me back.
"Shh...don't move." Xiaoying turned and gestured for her father to be quiet, then began dialing back.
"Who is it?" Her father, his penis still deeply inserted, gently asked, his hands supporting her slender waist.
"It's Jincheng. I don't know what he wants." The call hadn't connected yet, but it was already dialed. Xiaoying answered her father while holding the phone to her ear. When my father heard that it was me calling, his expression suddenly froze, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. He hadn't expected his own son to call, and now he was inserting his most shameful male organ into his son's wife.
"Hello. Husband... ah..." The phone had just connected when Xiaoying greeted me. My father, who had been in a daze and panic, seemed to finally remember what he was doing. He hadn't even noticed that Xiaoying had answered the phone. He hurriedly pulled away from Xiaoying's body, his thick penis being pulled out of her vagina with a crisp "pop." Xiaoying, who was focused on the phone, lost her voice the instant her father's penis was pulled out due to the intense stimulation. The last "ah..." on the phone came from Xiaoying at that moment.
Xiaoying's sudden cry was heard by me on the other end of the line. We both panicked. My father finally realized his mistake. He covered his mouth with his hand, his face contorted with extreme fear. Xiaoying remained calm under pressure. After a brief moment of panic, she quickly regained her composure and immediately made up an excuse to cover it up for me. Ironically, I actually believed her and didn't notice anything amiss. After covering up the incident on the phone, Xiaoying turned around and lightly tapped her father's arm. Although she was jokingly complaining, it sounded like she was playfully teasing him.
Xiaoying continued the call calmly, her tone normal. However, due to the recent sex and walking, her breathing was uneven despite her efforts to control it. She explained that she was tidying up the room, and I actually believed her. In short, I was so stupid to not notice anything wrong. After the call ended, Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief. Although she seemed calm on the phone, I could tell she was extremely nervous inside; she just appeared composed.
"Okay, it's alright now," Xiaoying said, glancing back at her father. She noticed he was still very tense, his body stiff and motionless, and his forehead seemed to be sweating. Xiaoying quickly comforted him.
"Shh..." Hearing that I hadn't discovered him, Father let out a long sigh of relief, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He had been incredibly tense. At that moment, I noticed that Father's penis had somehow gone limp, hanging softly at his hips, still sticky with pre-ejaculate. Perhaps the panic and shock had instantly robbed Father of his libido; after calming down for a while, he felt much better. He looked up at Xiaoying and found her staring intently at his now limp penis.
"Pfft..." After staring for a while, Xiaoying actually burst out laughing at her father's already limp penis. She covered her mouth and laughed heartily, seemingly surprised that her father would be so timid and embarrassed. Seeing Xiaoying's unrestrained laughter, her father also grinned awkwardly. The two looked at each other and laughed, but Xiaoying's laughter was carefree, while her father's laughter was restrained.
"Do you still feel like continuing?" Xiaoying stopped laughing after a while, then asked her father with a slightly flushed face.
"This..." Her father looked down at his limp penis and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
Xiaoying put down her phone and then gently pushed her father down onto our bed, the bed that had originally only contained the warmth and scent of Xiaoying and me, with our wedding photo still hanging on the bedroom wall. After her father lay down on the bed, Xiaoying reached into the bedside table and took out a package—a pack of wet wipes. She had prepared these for cleaning up after our lovemaking; usually, only the two of us used them. I was surprised she'd brought
them out now. Xiaoying then began cleaning her father's penis, slowly wiping away all the semen. Was Xiaoying not going to have sex with her father? Was she going to let him go back to his room to sleep after cleaning him? Wait, if they hadn't finished, what about the semen on Xiaoying's underwear?
As if to answer my question, after wiping her father's penis, Xiaoying threw away the wipes, then lowered her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Sizzle..." Xiaoying took her father's limp penis into her mouth. Because it was limp, she easily took the glans in. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." Xiaoying, like a fighting rooster, shook her head up and down, her sexy, alluring cherry-like mouth constantly swallowing and spitting out her father's penis.
"Oh..." Enjoying Xiaoying's oral sex again, the father closed his eyes and enjoyed it comfortably. Whenever the two of them had sex, they would tacitly forget their identities and their surroundings. During their lovemaking, they only had eyes for the man and the woman; everything else seemed unimportant, sex was paramount.
Soon, the father's limp penis, under Xiaoying's oral sex, became erect again. Gradually, Xiaoying's small mouth could no longer contain her father's thick, long penis. Sensing that her father was fully erect, Xiaoying stopped oral sex. "Sizzle..." Xiaoying spat out her father's glans, and at the last moment before the glans left her small mouth, Xiaoying did not forget to gently peck at the egg-sized glans. At this moment, their underwear was still hanging on their calves and ankles. Xiaoying gently helped her father take off his pajama bottoms and underwear, and then kicked off her own underwear around her ankles.
Xiaoying slowly climbed onto their bed, then straddled her father with her legs apart. This time, Xiaoying wasn't facing away from her father like before; she was facing him. Xiaoying spread her legs and placed her father's glans against her vaginal opening, then used both hands to spread her vaginal opening as wide as possible. Most of the time, her father would actively insert his penis into Xiaoying's body; this was the only time she had actively inserted her father's penis into her body. Although she had become accustomed to the size of her father's penis, Xiaoying was still a little afraid. Xiaoying spread her vaginal opening, gently sat down, and gently took her father's glans into her vagina. However, before she could fully take it in, because her father's glans was too big, and because she was a little nervous, she lifted her hips again and "spit" her father's glans out. Xiaoying tried it gently like that. I watched her expression. Countless times she gritted her teeth, wanting to sit down all at once and plunge her father's penis in completely, but she seemed to lack the courage in the end.
"Pfft..." "Ouch..." A sound like a fart was heard, followed by Xiaoying's scream. It turned out that her father, seeing Xiaoying's repeated attempts but still hesitant to insert his penis, seemed impatient, or perhaps out of kindness, he was helping her. Taking advantage of Xiaoying's slight squatting, he thrust his hips upwards, and with the movement of her squatting, his thick, long penis was instantly plunged into Xiaoying's vagina. Caught off guard, Xiaoying was suddenly attacked by her father, just like before. When his penis was fully inside her, the intense stimulation, or perhaps the shock, caused her to go limp, and she instantly sat on her father's lap. Their hips pressed tightly together, without a single gap, Xiaoying's hands resting on her father's chest.
"Huff...huff...huff..." Xiaoying's hands were pressed against her father's chest, panting heavily, seemingly trying to calm herself. Their genitals were tightly intertwined, only her father's testicles and Xiaoying's pink anus visible. After calming down for a while, Xiaoying straightened her body and slowly raised her hips, her father's penis slowly being pulled out of her vagina. After pulling it out about halfway, Xiaoying gently sat down again, the movements very slow and gentle. After adjusting for a few moments, Xiaoying began to increase the speed of her movements, "slap slap slap slap..." The sound of their hips colliding began to echo in our bedroom. This was the second time they had made love in our bedroom; the first time was when her father forced himself on Xiaoying.
Their breathing quickened, "creak creak..." Our bed made a constant rubbing sound as the two of them were having intercourse. After enjoying it for a while with his eyes closed, her father opened them and looked at Xiaoying, who was biting her lower lip, enjoying the pleasure of being with her father. The father's eyes slowly moved downwards, focusing on Xiaoying's breasts, which were concealed by her bra and nightgown. He seemed to have always had a particular fondness for Xiaoying's breasts. Xiaoying, her breasts heaving, noticed her father's gaze, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes. No matter the time or place, she was always very confident in her figure. Seeing her father's infatuated look, Xiaoying quickened her movements, flaunting her 34D breasts, which swayed up and down beneath the nightgown.
Slowly, both of them broke out in a sweat. Perhaps realizing the discomfort of her clothes, or perhaps to satisfy her father, Xiaoying, while still heaving, slowly began to remove her nightgown, throwing it onto the floor. Her upper body was completely bare except for her bra. Xiaoying's snow-white breasts, encased in the bra, revealed a deep cleavage, her white peaks glistening with sweat.
After Xiaoying took off her nightgown, she slowly maintained a rising and falling motion, then reached her hands behind her back. "Click..." With a soft sound, Xiaoying's bra clasp came undone. As her bra slipped down, her 34D breasts were exposed in our bedroom. Now Xiaoying was completely naked...
Chapter 127 Shock
At this moment, the father had been watching Xiaoying's movements as she took off her bra. As more and more of Xiaoying's body was exposed, until finally she was completely naked, her breasts were revealed. The father's eyes were completely fixed on Xiaoying's breasts, his face filled with excitement. This was the first time Xiaoying had proactively unhooked her bra herself. The father's eyes continued to "lewdly" lick Xiaoying's breasts, his already burning desire igniting and intensifying once more.
Xiaoying looked proudly at her father, who was "obsessed," and her hips, which were rising and falling, involuntarily increased in speed and amplitude, causing her breasts to swing up and down, seemingly "showing off" to her father. Their breathing quickened little by little. The father stared intently at Xiaoying's breasts, which were swaying up and down, like a wolf, his eyes flashing with lustful "green light".
It seemed the father could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly stood up and tightly embraced Xiaoying's slender waist, his hands stroking her back. Because of his sudden movement, Xiaoying had to stop her movements, held tightly in his arms, the two sitting face-to-face, their genitals pressed together. After embracing Xiaoying, the father's hands roamed over her back, while his mouth, not to be outdone, began kissing her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. Xiaoying used this opportunity to "rest," recovering her strength, swaying her head from side to side in response to her father's kisses.
"Dad, be gentle...be gentle, don't leave...marks, um..." Although responding to her father's kisses, Xiaoying couldn't help but remind him not to leave any hickeys on her.
Hearing Xiaoying's warning, the father didn't respond verbally, but the speed and intensity of his kisses began to decrease. He began to gently kiss Xiaoying, his head lowering as he moved downwards. "Ah..." With a soft moan from Xiaoying, he finally lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. The pink nipple and areola were sucked repeatedly, "slurp slurp slurp..." Xiaoying's nipples were naturally pink, so he wasn't afraid of leaving hickeys on them. He sucked very hard, and Xiaoying didn't remind him, letting him suckle voraciously. At this moment, he was like an infant, desperately seeking "nourishment" from Xiaoying.
Xiaoying kept stroking her father's white hair, like a mother caressing her child. He didn't show favoritism; he sucked on both of Xiaoying's breasts alternately. Finally, seemingly having tasted enough, he released his mouth, spitting out the nipple that he had sucked so much that it was very wet. Seemingly sensing Xiaoying's exhaustion, the father began to embrace her slender waist. "Smack..." "Ah..." With a dull thud of flesh colliding, Xiaoying involuntarily let out a soul-stirring and melodious moan. The father, sitting on the bed, began to thrust his hips upwards. The first thrust was crucial, so his first thrust was forceful. "Smack..." The father thrust forcefully again, and Xiaoying once more "cooperated," moaning. His movements were slow but powerful. He seemed to relish hearing Xiaoying's moans, slowly thrusting into her, the sounds seemingly fueling his excitement. With each thrust, his long penis, like the piston of a syringe, repeatedly pushed in and out of Xiaoying's vagina.

"Smack smack smack..." After a while of forceful thrusting, seemingly feeling his lust reach its peak, the father increased the speed of his thrusts, and Xiaoying's moans intensified with his pace, gradually becoming a continuous chorus. Xiaoying was being thrust into by her father, her body heaving up and down, just like before, except this time her father was initiating, and Xiaoying was passively enjoying it. While her father was vigorously penetrating her, his mouth wasn't idle either, tracing a path up her neck until it reached her face. Seemingly sensing her father's intentions, Xiaoying shook her head, trying to dodge, but after a few attempts, she suddenly changed her mind, no longer avoiding her father's kisses, and instead letting his stubble-covered mouth kiss her.
Her father frantically sucked on her lips, her pink lips twisting and changing shape in his mouth. Tonight, Xiaoying seemed a little strange; she seemed to be trying her best to satisfy all of her father's needs, seemingly "responsive to his every whim."
I shifted my gaze from the computer and unconsciously turned my head towards the bed. Xiaoying was fast asleep, lying on her side facing inwards. She was sleeping soundly; after tonight's de facto threesome between my father and me, she seemed exhausted. "If Dad asks for sex, will Xiaoying agree?" I don't know why I had such a perverted thought, but thinking about the size of Dad's penis and Xiaoying's tight anus, it was impossible. Leaving aside whether Xiaoying would agree, it was questionable whether her anus could even accommodate Dad's penis. I shook my head, trying to clear my increasingly perverted thoughts, and continued watching the monitor.
After Xiaoying and Dad had intercourse face-to-face for a while, it seemed this position was too tiring. This position was particularly demanding on the stamina of both men and women, and it would feel uncomfortable after a long time. Dad stopped thrusting and then shifted his body, seemingly wanting to change positions. At this moment, I suddenly tensed up. Would Xiaoying and Dad use doggy style? Xiaoying and I had just used doggy style, and I thought I had won over Dad. If Dad and Xiaoying switched to doggy style now, wouldn't I lose again?
But my worries were unnecessary. Dad slowly changed his position while holding Xiaoying, then laid her down on the bed, moving his body slowly, afraid of hurting Xiaoying in the process. Xiaoying slowly lay down on our bed, and her father climbed onto her body. Throughout the ordeal, their genitals remained intertwined, thanks to the impressive size of her father's penis, which fit securely inside her vagina. After
changing positions, her father didn't immediately begin thrusting, but instead gently kissed Xiaoying. She allowed him to suckle her lips, but didn't actively reciprocate his kisses. Her father's hands weren't idle either; this position made it easier for him to caress Xiaoying's breasts. After a while of stroking and fondling, her father's hips began to rise and fall gently. After a brief respite, their lovemaking resumed. The sounds of flesh colliding, the wetness of their genitals rubbing together, their kisses, and their rapid breathing began to echo in our bedroom.
Slowly, Xiaoying lifted her legs and wrapped them around her father's waist, just like during their first sexual encounter. Xiaoying was making love to her father again in our bedroom, and again she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. At this moment, Xiaoying was like an octopus, her arms and legs wrapped around her father, responding to his demands. During her father's thrusting, Xiaoying would occasionally lift her hips in response, seemingly wanting his penis to penetrate deeper.
Time passed slowly; I had completely forgotten to keep track of the time, only feeling that Xiaoying and her father had been at it for a long time. Their lust slowly approached its peak. Finally, her father climbed off Xiaoying, bracing himself on either side of her body with his hands, and began to thrust forcefully, increasing the speed and amplitude of his thrusts, each time plunging his penis fully into her body. Seeing this, I knew their climax was approaching.
A few minutes later, her father's pace slowed, and finally, he unleashed his "final thrust." He plunged his penis all the way into Xiaoying's vagina, their hips and already wet pubic hair pressed tightly together, without a single gap. His testicles began to contract rapidly, continuously injecting semen into Xiaoying's uterus. Xiaoying reached her climax at the last moment, letting out a soft moan of unwilling pleasure. Both of them breathed heavily, experiencing the intense pleasure brought by the orgasm.
His ejaculation continued, their bodies trembling against each other. "Knock knock knock..." But just as their orgasm had reached its peak, before it had even subsided, there was a knock on the door. At that moment, I checked the security camera time; that was exactly when I arrived home. Although I knocked very softly, the sound was very clear, at least I could hear it clearly on the monitor.
I had thought they would immediately separate, but I was wrong. They seemed not to hear the knocking, seemingly still enjoying the pleasure of their orgasm. Could it be that they didn't hear the knocking? Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and "Knock knock knock..." the knocking sounded again. Since their climax had passed, upon hearing the second knock on the door, they immediately separated. Before her father's penis was withdrawn, Xiaoying grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and quickly prepared it at the entrance of her vagina. The moment her father pulled out, Xiaoying immediately stuffed a thick layer of tissue into her vagina.
The two seemed flustered upon hearing the knock. Xiaoying quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wipe herself, using a tissue to plug her vagina. Her father, however, didn't bother wiping his penis and hurriedly grabbed his pajamas and underwear. Xiaoying did a quick clean-up in the bathroom, while her father, naked, went to the living room door. He looked through the peephole, trying to see who was knocking so late and disturbing their "pleasure." But when he peeked through the peephole, he nearly collapsed in fright. He rushed to the bathroom door.
"Quick, Jincheng's back!" His voice trembled; he seemed terrified.
"Ah…" Xiaoying, who was wiping herself naked, suddenly froze. Wasn't she still on a business trip? How did she suddenly get home? Had their affair been exposed? Had her husband come home to catch them in the act? Countless thoughts flashed through Xiaoying's mind in an instant, and she suddenly felt extremely afraid.
"Go back to your bedroom first, it's okay. I'll handle it." After a brief moment of thought, Xiaoying finally figured out the whole situation. She quickly told her father to go back to his bedroom, her voice no longer flustered, but calm and composed. Upon hearing Xiaoying's words, her father "fled" to his bedroom as if granted a pardon. Xiaoying knew that I didn't have the habit of using a key to open the door when I came home. Even when I came home from work with my key in my pocket, I would knock on the door instead of using the key. I had maintained this bad habit for a long time. As for why, I don't know. It's not because I'm lazy or find it troublesome; it's just a habit.
"Knock knock knock..." My third knock sounded. Xiaoying didn't bother to carefully wipe her vaginal opening. She quickly went back to her bedroom, put on her nightgown and underwear, and then went to the living room door. She looked through the peephole, confirmed it was me, took a deep breath, tidied her hair and nightgown, and adjusted her breathing. Then I slowly opened the door, and what happened next was what I experienced tonight…
Chapter 128 Exposure.
There was no need for me to watch the surveillance footage anymore; I truly hadn't expected it. Now I finally understand everything. I finally understand the subtle panic Xiaoying showed when I first got home. I understand why Xiaoying insisted on showering before we made love. I understand the source of the odor Xiaoying mentioned. I understand why her vagina was so wet and had so much discharge when we made love. It turns out that Xiaoying, my father, and I had unintentionally completed a unique "3P"—a true "3P," I suppose. My father had just finished making love with Xiaoying and ejaculated inside her, and then I took over. If I had gone straight to my father's bedroom when I got home, I think he would still be naked, his penis probably not even cleaned yet…
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a little excited; after all, it was a stimulating and unusual experience. But the thought of my breath unintentionally tainted with someone else's scent, and my penis unintentionally stained with another man's semen, still stirred a sense of disgust within me, even though that man was my father. I turned off the monitoring software and, while Xiaoying was still fast asleep, quietly left the living room, intending to go to the bathroom. But standing in the living room, I inadvertently saw the closed door to my father's bedroom. I thought that my father must still be awake, probably still shaken.
I went to the bathroom and started showering, focusing on my penis. Although Xiaoying had cleaned it, I still rinsed it repeatedly with shower gel and water. After showering, I started brushing my teeth again and again, almost until my gums bled. Perhaps it was psychological, but even after brushing so many times, I still felt the odor in my mouth.
I now understand what happened tonight, but what caused it? Why did Xiaoying change so drastically tonight? Wasn't she very touched by the bracelet I "gave" her? Why didn't she continue to "remain chaste" for me and instead had so much sex with my father tonight? Tonight, Xiaoying's overly affectionate behavior with her father completely distorted my previous understanding and perception of her. I felt there must be some special reason behind it. At that moment, I thought of the diary entry Xiaoying wrote before she had sex with her father; perhaps the only answer could be found there. I
almost washed myself raw. After washing, I wrapped myself in a towel and returned to the bedroom, sitting down at the computer. Xiaoying was still fast asleep. Having satisfied both my father and me tonight, she seemed truly exhausted, even starting to snore softly. With mixed and urgent feelings, I logged into the forum Xiaoying frequented, accessing her "Pink Lily" account. Xiaoying's newly written diary entry for tonight appeared before my eyes: "
My feelings today are complicated. I don't know my true thoughts right now; my mind is just a mess. Today I discovered a secret, a secret that leaves me bewildered. This story begins on my birthday."
On my birthday, because I didn't receive a phone call or a gift from my husband, I thought he had forgotten my birthday and neglected me. For some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly sad and desperate. So, I indulged myself and had sex with my father-in-law, partly to vent my frustration and partly to get revenge on my husband. I don't know why I lost my temper; maybe it was because I cared too much about my husband's love. He has always been my emotional support and my only one, and I didn't want any flaws in that relationship.
The next day, I discovered a gift secretly placed under my pillow. When I opened it, I found the jewelry bracelet I had admired at the jewelry store that day. I didn't show it at the time, but someone still noticed. My first instinct was that it was a surprise from my husband, and after questioning my father-in-law, it was confirmed. At that moment, I felt a surge of emotion and happiness. My previously gloomy mood suddenly cleared, and I couldn't suppress my joy and gratitude. I thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, another wave of trouble arose.
When I opened the gift, I was so overjoyed that I forgot to look at anything else. This morning, while admiring the bracelet and gift box again, I inadvertently saw the receipt for the bracelet. I initially just wanted to check if my husband had haggled and overpaid, but after seeing the price, I noticed the purchase date on the receipt, a date that chilled me to the bone. The date was the day after my husband left for his business trip. He had already left the city. Could he have suddenly come back to buy me this gift and then slipped it under my pillow? Impossible. I know the nature of my husband's work; unless there are extremely special circumstances, he would never come home midway through a business trip. Even if he did come back, why didn't he see me? Everything seemed illogical.
To resolve my doubts, I went to the jewelry store today with the bracelet and asked about the buyer. The salesperson said it was a man in his fifties or sixties, dark-skinned, with white hair, and his height and appearance were exactly like my father-in-law's. I wondered if there had been a mistake. The shop assistant said that only one bracelet was sold that day, so there was absolutely no mistake. It was then that I realized the bracelet was a gift from my father-in-law, not my beloved husband. As for why he lied and gave the bracelet to me in my husband's name, I think it was because he didn't want to cause conflict with him. No matter what, my relationship with my husband is paramount. My father would do anything for us, which shows he's not entirely driven by lust; he knows what's important.
When I learned the gift was from my husband, I felt deeply moved but not grateful. I felt no gratitude because he's my husband, and there's no need for gratitude between husbands; but now that I know it was from my father-in-law, I only feel gratitude, not that romantic feeling. Perhaps this is determined by the different places my husband and father-in-law hold in my heart.
The moment I learned the truth, I truly didn't know what to do; my mind was in turmoil. Should I be grateful to my father-in-law? Yes, after all, he secretly and meticulously cared for me, and for the sake of my husband and me, he even acted as an "unsung hero." But would I be moved by him? There was a slight sense of gratitude for his good intentions, but not the kind of emotional connection that comes with love.
Should I continue to hate my husband? After these past two days, I've calmed down. I'm not that naive little girl anymore; I'm a woman, a woman with a husband. Thinking about everything my husband has done for the family, his tireless work outside, and the grievances he's suffered for our sake, what right do I have to complain about him or hate him? He must have been too busy with work to remember his journal; sometimes he even forgot to eat, forgot about his own health. I should offer him understanding, support, and tolerance, not complain. Besides, I myself have already done things to betray him with my father-in-law; do I have the right to complain about him?
Let's keep this a secret. I don't intend to expose this to my father-in-law and husband. Since they want things resolved amicably, why should I unravel this unpleasant "trivial matter"?
Having figured this out, and thinking back to my complaints and "revenge" against my husband that day, I felt a deep sense of self-reproach and regret. Although I know the truth, I don't hate my husband at all. But how can I repay my father-in-law's "good intentions"? I can only repay him with my body. He's obsessed with my body, and we've already had so many encounters; one more won't matter. Tonight, I'll indulge myself again as a way of repaying him.
It's been a long time since I've properly considered my relationship with my husband. After so much thought today, and after everything that's happened recently, I realize I've never truly considered my husband's feelings. I think that after satisfying my father-in-law again tonight, I should gradually sever this relationship with him, and I promise not to hurt him. Although I'm captivated by the feeling with my father-in-law, when faced with a choice between my husband and me, I can only choose my husband. If I can't satisfy my sexual desires in the future, I'll buy a vibrator online. Of course, I can only keep it a secret from my husband to avoid making him feel inferior.
Tonight, I'll completely indulge myself and have a "farewell" sexual journey with my father-in-law.
Having read this, the article is over. After reading this blog post, I finally understand the whole story. I was so foolish to think I could hide it from Xiaoying, forgetting that she's a meticulous person. You can hide something for a while, but not forever. Fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare a necklace for Xiaoying that was more expensive, prettier, and more classy than that bracelet before I returned from my business trip. I think Xiaoying's last bit of resentment towards me will disappear.
Since Xiaoying already knows the truth, why don't I tell her about it tomorrow morning? Telling her directly that I didn't buy the bracelet will actually increase her trust in me, which will only benefit our relationship. I've decided to tell her the truth about the bracelet tomorrow morning, even though it's a bit "despicable."
And then there's this: Xiaoying has decided to have sex with her father one last time tonight, intending to sever her sexual relationship with him because of me. The moment I learned this, I felt a slight sense of relief, but not happiness; instead, a sense of disappointment. Although I'm worried about losing Xiaoying, I know that worry is unnecessary. I should trust Xiaoying, trust our relationship. No vibrator bought online can compare to the real vibrator my father has. It's all inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, and my father has already done it many times. Should I really just give up like that? Thinking about everything that happened between my father and Xiaoying, I can't help but feel a little excited. Whenever I think about their sexual encounters, my penis involuntarily becomes erect, causing me both pain and pleasure. And my body has recovered now; isn't that partly due to the stimulation and contribution of those events?
I sit in front of the computer, pondering: should I really let Xiaoying and my father sever their relationship? I both want them to sever it and want them to stay together. What should I choose? I think at this point, the choice is no longer in my hands, but in Xiaoying and her father's. Is it really that easy to completely sever ties? Initially, I was always afraid they would break up halfway, and I secretly encouraged them. But after so many things, after everything that's happened between Xiaoying and her father, I've decided not to interfere this time. I'll let them take their own course. Whether they ultimately break off their sexual relationship completely, or they can't resist and resume it, I'll accept it calmly.
Since I chose to lead them down this path, I don't need to help them push or hinder them anymore. Let everything take its course, let fate decide…
Chapter 129 Rise Up
Nothing happened that night. When I got up to wash and eat breakfast in the morning, my father still hadn't gotten out of bed and come out of his bedroom. Perhaps he was too frightened to face me and was pretending to be asleep. After breakfast, I returned to the company and began my busy day. That afternoon, the sex drugs I ordered online arrived. Opening the package in the office, looking at the two roughly packaged packets, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation, remembering how my father had used them and how intensely he had sex with Xiaoying. Would I finally be able to "get my way" in front of Xiaoying after taking the drugs?
However, the rough packaging told me that the drugs were homemade, a folk remedy. What if there were side effects that would damage my newly recovered body again? I thought, I'll just take these two packets, and then stop. Even if there are side effects, two packets shouldn't be a problem. Because I've been quite tired these past two days, I plan to wait until my body and mind have recovered before trying the drugs. Getting my body and mind into peak condition, combined with the incredibly potent drugs, just thinking about it excites me.
Since my father had fully recovered, I planned to go to my in-laws' house to pick up my son. After work that day, I didn't go home; Xiaoying came to my company early to wait for me. After work, we went to my in-laws' house together. At my in-laws' house, we had a big meal. My in-laws are both government officials, with good status and benefits. Although my father and I come from rural areas, my in-laws have never looked down on us and have always treated me, their son-in-law, with great care. People say a son-in-law is like half a son, but in their eyes, I'm no less than their own son. Moreover, Xiaoying is their only daughter, and they are very open-minded, so my relationship with my in-laws is very harmonious.
At the dinner table, my father-in-law and I drank together. He used to have a high alcohol tolerance when he was younger, but now that he's older, he can only drink in small amounts for his health. So, although the meal with my father-in-law was long, we drank very little. At the dinner table, the topic of Hao Hao came up. My parents-in-law seemed a little reluctant to let him go. After all, they had no sons, only their only daughter, Xiaoying. To them, Hao Hao was their "grandson," without any distinction between grandson and granddaughter. The affection between grandparents and grandchildren is unparalleled; they practically treated him like an ancestor. Perhaps they had been considering this for a long time. Since they were government officials, they decided to use their connections to get Hao Hao into the government-run kindergarten. They believed that a good start in the kindergarten would make it easier and more advantageous for him to enter any primary or secondary school later. Moreover, the education and care provided by government-run kindergartens were much better than those in private kindergartens.
I understood their intentions. Of course, they loved Hao Hao dearly and wanted him to attend the best kindergarten. Part of the reason was also to take better care of him. The government-run kindergarten was close to my parents-in-law's house, but far from mine. This meant my parents-in-law would have to care for Hao Hao. With my parents-in-law at home and Xiaoying married and without anyone to accompany her, Hao Hao undoubtedly brought them a lot of affection and joy. After a brief discussion between Xiaoying and me at the dinner table, we respected the decision of the two elders. Although we were reluctant to part with the child, this decision had to be made for the child's future; everything was for the child's sake. In the future, whenever we miss Hao Hao, we will only occasionally bring him back to stay for a day or two.
When I got home that night, it was already very late. My father, whether exhausted or too afraid to face me, had already gone to sleep. I hadn't seen him once since I arrived home last night. It seemed this fright had really shaken him. I took a quick shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and sat on the bed playing on my phone. Xiaoying went into the bathroom to shower after I finished. My showers usually only take ten minutes, but Xiaoying's took almost an hour. Oh well, women are just so clean.
Lying in bed, fueled by the slight effects of the alcohol, perhaps due to the alcohol's stimulation, my penis became slightly erect. At that moment, I remembered the aphrodisiac in my briefcase. I had originally planned to wait a couple of days before using it, but the alcohol made me impatient. While Xiaoying was still showering, I took out a packet of the aphrodisiac and mixed it with hot water. The water was too hot, so I put the hot water on the bedside table to cool down.
After several tens of minutes, Xiaoying finished showering, and the aphrodisiac had cooled down enough. I quickly drank it.
"Oh ho, honey, you've even learned to drink water before bed? When did you learn about health and wellness? Are you studying women's beauty?" Xiaoying teased me, seemingly oblivious to my misunderstanding, when she saw me drinking plain water. I smiled without saying a word, thinking I'd show her the effects of my "health regimen" soon enough.
Xiaoying and I lay in bed playing games. Xiaoying wasn't sleepy yet, while I waited for the drug to take effect. Remembering my father's frenzy that night, I couldn't help but feel a secret anticipation. I played on my phone while carefully sensing the changes in my body. As time passed, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, eventually becoming rough and hot, and it started to engorge uncontrollably. My mind involuntarily began to wander to the idea of sex, and my penis, due to the excessive blood flow, even had a slight pain in the glans, as if the blood was about to burst through the skin.
My forehead began to sweat from the heat, and my breathing became increasingly rapid. Feeling these things, I knew the drug was taking effect. I had to admire its potency; no wonder my father was so frenzied that night, yet I had still managed to maintain my composure.
The drug started to take effect, and I wasn't going to wait any longer. Although my size wasn't as good as my father's, I believed that with enough foreplay and flirting, I could give Xiaoying pleasure no less than what her father gave her. I put down my phone and turned to hug Xiaoying, who was playing on her phone. Xiaoying, startled by my sudden embrace, glanced at me. Perhaps my eyes already held a strange, burning desire, and Xiaoying instantly understood what was happening. She didn't even have time to turn off her phone before hastily tossing it aside, then wrapped her arms around me and began to respond passionately.
We kissed wildly, our hands working on each other to undress. Because we had just showered, we were wearing very little clothing, and soon we were both naked. Xiaoying responded passionately, and I thrust into her with equal fervor. But before I could even kiss her nipple, Xiaoying suddenly turned and pinned me beneath her. Xiaoying kissed my forehead, eyebrows, eyes, lips... then moved downwards, not as delicately as that "wandering" licking, but still leaving no spot untouched.
"Oh..." When Xiaoying saw my penis, she noticed it was erect and hard, engorged with blood, the glans large and deep red. A flicker of excitement flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, and she eagerly took it into her mouth. The sounds of oral sex began.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the oral service Xiaoying was giving me, while her buttocks were raised to one side of my body. The effects of the aphrodisiac seemed to be gradually intensifying. I used one hand to move Xiaoying's buttocks over, and Xiaoying, perhaps knowing what I was about to do, cooperated by moving her buttocks above my head.
Looking at that vagina that my father had penetrated and ejaculated on so many times, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I no longer cared about its cleanliness. I pounced on it, sucking and kissing it frantically. Perhaps the drug numbed my tongue; I couldn't taste a single strange flavor. The only feeling in my body was a burning heat and a searing desire.
Xiaoying moaned as she performed oral sex on me, and we serviced each other in a standard 69 position. I lingered on Xiaoying's vulva and anus with my tongue, perhaps a technique I unintentionally learned from my father. We increased the speed and intensity of our oral sex, and soon Xiaoying couldn't hold back any longer. She immediately spat out my penis, then "broke free" her vagina from my mouth. She turned around, straddled me, and, holding my still-erect penis, sat down on me. Perhaps it was my imagination, or perhaps it was real, but I felt that Xiaoying's vagina was much looser than before, no longer as tight. Perhaps it had adapted to my father's large size and had been inadvertently expanded by his penis.
"Slap slap slap..." Our hips began to collide, making the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Xiaoying used her signature "electric motor hips," rapidly moving her hips against my body. Perhaps having learned from the previous experience of the excessive movement causing my penis to slip out of her vagina, this time Xiaoying controlled the movement well, preventing my penis from slipping out even once. I glanced down at our joined genitals, seeing my slightly thicker penis moving in and out of Xiaoying's vagina, and my desire burned ever brighter.
Why was Xiaoying so wild tonight? Perhaps it was because she wanted to make amends to me, or perhaps because she had severed her sexual relationship with her father and was trying to find the same sexual comfort in her husband as she had with her father-in-law. In short, I didn't want to think about anything else now; my mind was filled with only one thought: desire, sexual desire. Now I finally understood the source of my father's frenzy that night—with such a potent aphrodisiac, it would be strange if he hadn't forced himself on Xiaoying. Could
I, after taking the aphrodisiac, be less frenzied than Xiaoying? With this thought in mind, amidst Xiaoying's gasp, I "took the initiative," turning around and pinning Xiaoying beneath me. Because my penis is shorter than my father's, it inevitably slipped out of Xiaoying's vagina during the turn, while my father was able to keep his penis inside without it slipping out. After turning over, I used my hand to guide my penis back into Xiaoying's vagina, and then, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I frantically thrust my hips, my penis moving in and out of Xiaoying's vagina rapidly. Although my penis is smaller than my father's, under the influence of a special psychological effect, and because I had taken the aphrodisiac today, my penis was very hard, and the speed and duration of my thrusts were also very high, at least better than my father's when he hadn't taken the drug. Xiaoying moaned and yielded beneath me, and finally, perhaps realizing that her moans were too loud, she covered her red lips with her small hands and made "mmm..." moaning sounds.
Watching Xiaoying writhe and moan against my body, I finally regained some self-respect and a sense of purpose. I couldn't help but work even harder…
I must say, this sex drug was incredibly potent. My body felt like it was on stimulants; my first round lasted a full 40 minutes before I ejaculated. Xiaoying also experienced two orgasms during this time, thanks to my thrusting speed, strength, and stamina. Without the drug, I think I would have ejaculated in a maximum of ten minutes.
After the first round, Xiaoying and I rested briefly. Xiaoying's face was filled with satisfaction, her eyes brimming with love, contentment, and a hint of excitement. If I continued to be this vigorous, would she still need to ask her father or buy a vibrator?
After resting for a while, taking advantage of my still-erect penis and consuming the time remaining from the drug, I turned and inserted my penis into Xiaoying's vagina again. Soon, Xiaoying let out another plaintive moan, filling the bedroom with a captivating erotic atmosphere…
Chapter 130 ***
My second time with Xiaoying lasted half an hour. With the help of the sex drug and my own efforts, I managed to bring her to another orgasm. Afterwards, still under the influence of the drug, I had sex with Xiaoying a third time, which I considered a "feat" of my own. In the past, I would only have sex with Xiaoying twice a night at most—once in the evening and once for my morning exercise. If I had actually made love a third time, I wouldn't have any regrets.
However, I overestimated myself. While having sex with Xiaoying for the third time, perhaps the drug's effects wore off, and in the middle of the excitement, my penis began to slowly soften. By then, I was covered in sweat. Looking at my now-soft penis, I shook my head and sighed. I pulled it out, feeling very disappointed.
Xiaoying and I have always had a lot in common, and she understands me very well. Seeing my disappointment, she knew what I wanted; she knew I wanted to regain my virility while I was still healthy. She reached down and grabbed my penis, then pulled it upwards like a horse being led. Helpless, with my manhood in her hands, I could only kneel and inch my way towards the head of the bed. We were now in the most common missionary position.
Although I didn't know what Xiaoying was doing, I could only let her pull my body up. When my penis reached Xiaoying's face, "Sizzle..." Xiaoying opened her cherry-like mouth and took my penis, covered in semen, vaginal fluid, and the semen she had just ejaculated, into her mouth. I remembered that night Xiaoying had given my father oral sex to help him regain his strength, but she had cleaned his penis thoroughly beforehand. But Xiaoying, during sex with me, hadn't bothered to clean my penis; instead, she had taken it directly into her mouth.
Watching Xiaoying's head lift off the pillow as she performed oral sex on me, a warm feeling welled up inside me. At this moment, I was straddling Xiaoying's head, and she was lying on the bed giving me oral sex. This position was very satisfying for a man and helped him feel ego. Only I could make Xiaoying serve me so "humbly."
"Sizzle sizzle..." Enjoying Xiaoying's special position for oral sex, my penis finally became erect again. Seeing that my penis was erect, Xiaoying didn't stop, but continued, trying to maintain my erection. After about a minute of oral sex, "pop..." Xiaoying spat out my penis. At this moment, Xiaoying's mouth was full of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. Just when I thought Xiaoying was going to spit it out, I saw her "gulp" and swallow the semen and vaginal fluid. Although Xiaoying swallowed it, she still uncontrollably gagged a few times afterward. It was clear that she actually disliked the taste of semen and vaginal fluid, but just to stimulate me, or perhaps to let me know that she didn't mind anything from me, she still insisted on swallowing it. Although I felt a pang of reluctance, she had already swallowed it; could I really make her spit it out? Actually, Xiaoying really didn't need to do this. I was already quite satisfied with what she had done tonight.
After giving me oral sex, Xiaoying reached down to her genitals and collected a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from her vaginal opening. She then slowly smeared this mixture between her breasts. Gradually, her 34D breasts, originally glistening with sweat, became translucent with the lubrication.
"Could it be that Xiaoying wants to...?" At this point, I would be incredibly stupid if I didn't understand what Xiaoying was up to. Thinking about this possibility, I couldn't help but get excited. I had never tried this kind of sex before, neither had Xiaoying, and my father had never experienced it.
"Husband, come..." After smearing the fluid, Xiaoying used both hands to squeeze her breasts together from the sides, her two soft, snow-white breasts sandwiching my penis between them. ***, I've never experienced this kind of special sex before. My penis was being held between Xiaoying's soft breasts, the feeling completely different from vaginal sex—warm, smooth, and most importantly, psychologically stimulating. The moment Xiaoying's breasts held my penis, it involuntarily became even more erect.
"Honey, this…this is something I learned online, do you like it? If…if you don't like it, then…let's not do it, I just wanted to make it…more comfortable and stimulating for you." Seeing me standing there dumbfounded with my penis held between her breasts, Xiaoying thought I was being lewd and was feeling strange and angry. She said to me nervously and hesitantly,
"No, no, I really like it, let's try it, haha…" Hearing Xiaoying say this, I knew she had misunderstood. I stopped feeling and thinking, and began to thrust back and forth on Xiaoying's chest. My penis began to move in and out between Xiaoying's tightly pressed breasts. Because Xiaoying had applied a lubricant beforehand, I didn't feel any dryness at all.
Comfortable, stimulating, smooth… these unique sensations surged from my penis into my brain. I couldn't help but look down at my penis moving in and out between Xiaoying's breasts. Occasionally, Xiaoying would squeeze her breasts together forcefully, sometimes too forcefully, pushing her nipples and areolas inward. Whenever Xiaoying's pink nipples and areolas touched my penis, the uneven texture, different from smoothness, excited me even more.
While Xiaoying was squeezing her breasts, her mouth wasn't idle either. Whenever I moved forward, the head of my penis would pass through Xiaoying's breasts and reach her chin. Xiaoying would seize the opportunity to gently peck at the head of my penis with her cherry-like lips. The stimulation from her breasts, combined with the stimulation from Xiaoying's gentle pecks, gave me an unprecedented pleasure. At this moment, I was the only one enjoying it. Xiaoying didn't experience any sexual pleasure from this kind of sex; instead, she had to squeeze her breasts forcefully and constantly nip at my glans. I imagine her arms and neck must have been sore by now, but she persisted, seemingly determined not to stop until I ejaculated.
Because the sensation was so stimulating, I finally ejaculated in less than ten minutes. Although it was my third time, four streams of semen still shot out, but the semen was no longer white; it had turned into clear, watery liquid, somewhat like egg white. The semen
landed on Xiaoying's neck, chin, and even her face. Having finally ejaculated, I involuntarily rolled over and lay down on the bed. Xiaoying got up and began cleaning her face, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash herself.
Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, I lay on the bed resting. At this point, I felt pain in my penis, my stomach, and my lower abdomen—symptoms of excessive sex, not from the sex drug; its effects had worn off. With the help of the aphrodisiac, I barely managed to reach the same number of sexual encounters as my father that night. However, I knew I had still failed, because my father hadn't taken any aphrodisiacs and relied entirely on his powerful sexual ability to ejaculate three times. I, on the other hand, was only able to achieve this thanks to the aphrodisiac and Xiaoying's special stimulation. If either the aphrodisiac or Xiaoying's stimulation were missing, could I have ejaculated a third time tonight? The answer is no; I know my own body. But I was still very satisfied tonight, at least Xiaoying was. She probably found it very strange that I had achieved three orgasms.
"Honey, you should go take a shower too." After what seemed like a long time, Xiaoying finally finished showering. Her skin and complexion were rosy from the sexual stimulation, but she didn't seem very tired. Unlike that night when my father had fucked me to the point of exhaustion, I didn't have the strength to go back and forth to the bedroom to rest and shower, and ultimately had to sleep with my father in his bedroom for the night.
I got up from the bed, but as soon as I stood up, I almost sat down on the floor. Luckily, Xiaoying quickly helped me up. I'm still too tired; the three sexual encounters I just had have left my legs feeling weak.
"Giggle giggle..." Xiaoying giggled when she saw me like this. She seemed to know why I had almost fallen. Although Xiaoying was laughing, it wasn't mocking, but rather a laugh of amusement. Sigh, seeing Xiaoying laugh, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I had originally planned to use aphrodisiacs to completely conquer Xiaoying tonight, but after taking the drugs and the sexual battle was over, Xiaoying was fine, while I was almost drained dry by this little fox.
"Honey, let me help you wash in the bathroom. You look exhausted." Xiaoying noticed my sudden dejection and knew that her unintentional giggles might have caused her husband misunderstanding and hurt feelings, so she immediately stopped laughing and said gently to me.
Xiaoying helped me walk to the bathroom. When we got there, Xiaoying probably anticipated that I would be weak, so after she finished washing, she filled the entire bathtub with water for me. Xiaoying was too thoughtful. If I had to stand and be showered by the showerhead, it would have been the death of me. I lay comfortably in the bathtub, and Xiaoying, naked, began to wash me.
Xiaoying washed me very gently and carefully. Her slender, fair hands, filled with warm water and foam, glided over my body, feeling incredibly comfortable. Water droplets still clung to Xiaoying's hair; after her bath, she looked so pure and holy. But this body was no longer mine alone; it had been used by another man more than once, and that man happened to be my father.
"Hehe…husband, do you still have the energy for a fourth time?" Xiaoying noticed me staring at her blankly and teased me, starting a conversation.
"You want to kill your husband…" I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Husband was so amazing tonight! I didn't expect that after recovering, you'd be even better than before." Xiaoying said excitedly as she washed my penis.
"That's because I took aphrodisiacs," I thought to myself, though of course, I could only say it aloud.
"My wife will be so happy from now on, hehe." Xiaoying finished washing my penis and gently patted it as if talking to it. After speaking, she even lightly pecked the clean glans with her lips.
Looking at Xiaoying's playful appearance, I felt a warmth in my heart. Although I had slowly accepted her special relationship with my father, whenever I thought about their past, while I felt excited, I still couldn't help but feel a little sour. I wondered when this feeling would completely disappear. I wasn't worried about losing her, nor was I worried that my father would take her away from me. I trusted Xiaoying and my father. The breaking of the taboo had probably already reached the limit of what they could bear. They would never do anything more outrageous.
"Wife, if one day I leave you, what will you do? Will you leave me one day?" Although I knew I wouldn't lose Xiaoying and that what I was worried about wouldn't happen, I still blurted out this question. Upon hearing the question, Xiaoying froze, her movements as she bathed me abruptly halting…
Chapter 131 Escape
Seeing Xiaoying stop, I couldn't help but regret asking such a question. Xiaoying, having stopped, turned and stared intently into my eyes, her expression constantly shifting, her face cold. I suddenly felt Xiaoying looked terrifying. Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear of Xiaoying's appearance, I lowered my head to avoid her gaze. But as

soon as I lowered my head, Xiaoying lifted my chin with her hand, like a woman teasing a man. "If one day you dare leave me, I will kill you first, and then I will kill myself." Xiaoying stared at me coldly, her voice like a hellish cacophony, reaching my ears. At this moment, Xiaoying was like a messenger from hell, her former halo of holiness vanished.
If one day I leave her, will she take me down with her? I imagined countless answers Xiaoying might give, but I never expected her to answer like this. What does this answer mean? Does it mean she loves me "even in death"? I couldn't help but think of that song, but this answer sent chills down my spine. How come I never realized Xiaoying was so strong and terrifying before? I'm sure I looked terrified right now, but unfortunately, I don't have a mirror to see my expression.
"Pfft..." Seeing my stunned expression, Xiaoying finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. She laughed wildly beside the bathtub, her body trembling with laughter, her breasts swaying and heaving. But I wasn't in the mood to appreciate this beautiful sight; I was confused by Xiaoying's emotional shifts. Which one is the real Xiaoying?
"Honey, were you scared? Humph, I deserved to scare you. Don't bring this up again, I don't like hearing about it." Xiao Ying stopped laughing and said to me with a slightly coquettish tone, then continued bathing me. It turned out she was just joking to punish me, but it really scared me half to death.
"If you really want to answer this question, first of all, I will absolutely never leave you, honey. Even if we separate one day, it will definitely be you who doesn't want me anymore, not me who doesn't want you. I can guarantee that." Seeing me still looking blankly, perhaps knowing how desperate I was for an answer, Xiao Ying stopped bathing me and began to answer me softly.
"If one day you don't want me anymore, if you abandon me, then I will do everything I can to win you back. I'll change whatever you ask me to change. In short, I'll make sure you change your mind. For my husband, I'm willing to do anything I don't want to do. Hmm... If my husband is determined not to leave me then, and I can't win him back no matter what I do, then I'll choose to end my life in our home. Even if I die, I want to die in our home."
As she finished speaking, Xiaoying's eyes filled with tears. Perhaps she suddenly thought of the mistakes she had made, and the possible consequences if I knew the truth. Xiaoying couldn't help but cry, but when she said her last words, there was a hint of determination in her tearful eyes. Seeing Xiaoying's expression, I knew that her words were definitely not empty words.
"I'm sorry, wife, I shouldn't have brought this up. I believe in your feelings for me." I felt a pang of guilt and couldn't help but hug Xiaoying, gently patting her back.
"Honey, can I ask you a question too?" After crying for a while, Xiaoying suddenly raised her tear-streaked face and looked up at me.
"Go ahead..." I gently looked down at Xiaoying's cheek and softly stroked her hair.
"If one day... I mean, if one day I do something to betray you, will you forgive me?" Xiaoying suddenly lowered her head and asked me in a soft, hesitant voice.
It seemed she was talking about her relationship with her father, but the addition of the word "if" completely changed the meaning.
"What betrayal?" I asked, feigning ignorance. I'm quite good at acting; why didn't I apply to film school back then?
"For example... physical infidelity..." Xiaoying hesitated for a long time before finally saying this, and then she lowered her head even further.
"If one day you have a physical affair, but not an emotional one, and you still love me, and it's for my own good, due to unavoidable circumstances, and it was just a momentary impulse, and you're willing to completely give up on me after I find out… if two of these conditions are met, I will forgive you." I thought for a long time, then cupped Xiaoying's face in my hands and said to her in the same firm tone. Xiaoying had actually met all the conditions I mentioned, but I didn't want to admit that I knew about her and her father's affair, so I could only state my views hypothetically.
"Thank you, husband…" Xiaoying buried her head in my chest again. My words unintentionally put her completely at ease, relieving her long-standing worries. My words gave her a sense of security. I don't know if my answers and conditions would be suitable for other men, but as a man who truly loves her, I believe he would forgive her.
After showering, Xiaoying and I embraced, completely naked, and fell asleep in each other's arms. This night was different from usual; Xiaoying and I slept very soundly.
What must be faced will eventually have to be faced. The next morning, when I woke up, my father finally stopped running away and got up early to make breakfast for me and Xiaoying. Perhaps he was trying to make amends in a different way. When he first saw me, his gaze didn't waver, but I still caught a glimpse of his underlying panic.
After breakfast, a hectic workday began, and by the afternoon, there were still two and a half hours until the end of the workday. Xiaoying would be off work in an hour. After Xiaoying got off work, she would have two hours alone with my father. At least before I got home, would Xiaoying talk to my father about anything? After all, Xiaoying wrote in her diary that she wanted to break off that ambiguous relationship with her father while ensuring she wouldn't hurt him. I was curious about what method Xiaoying planned to use.
While I was thinking, I suddenly received a call from Xiaoying. On the phone, Xiaoying told me that starting today, she had found an extra part-time job as a teaching assistant in the clothing tailoring program at the vocational college in our city, teaching two classes a day. Including the commute, she would be getting home about half an hour later than me from now on. I couldn't help but feel a little strange. Why would Xiaoying suddenly take on a part-time job? Xiaoying is a senior engineer at Yimei, and I have no doubt about her abilities. But even as a teaching assistant, she doesn't earn much, so why waste her time?
I raised this question on the phone, and Xiaoying replied that she wanted to earn more money to ease the burden on her family. After hanging up, I couldn't help but think about it. Xiaoying wasn't doing this to earn money, but to avoid her father. From the moment she started this part-time job, she would come home half an hour later than me every day. This meant she would no longer have time or opportunities to be alone with her father, except when I was away on business. Xiaoying was indirectly avoiding her father. I believe that Xiaoying finding this part-time job wasn't something that happened overnight; perhaps she had been preparing for it for a long time. She was fulfilling the promise she made in her blog post, and perhaps finding a part-time job was just the first step.
After reading Xiaoying's blog post, I decided to stop pushing Xiaoying and my father's relationship and let things develop naturally. I initially thought Xiaoying's decision was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but now it seems there's a real possibility of things ending. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but hesitate. Was ending their relationship really what I wanted? Why did I have such conflicting thoughts? I decided to stop thinking about it; thinking too much would only cause me distress. Let it be, besides, breaking up isn't so easy. Who can guarantee there won't be uncontrollable "accidents" in the future?
That evening, I went home first. My father had already prepared dinner; he had been waiting for Xiaoying and me to come home. After arriving, I told my father about Xiaoying working as a teaching assistant at the vocational college. Upon hearing this, my father's first reaction was confusion, then disappointment, and finally heartache. I noticed these three changes in his expression. In the end, my father and I decided to wait for Xiaoying to come home so we could eat together.
About half an hour later, Xiaoying finally returned. At the dinner table, Xiaoying seemed very excited. She chattered excitedly, telling us about the wonderful life at university and her experiences teaching students, as if she had returned to her university days. Seeing Xiaoying's excitement, I felt that becoming a teaching assistant at a university might be a good choice for Xiaoying, allowing her to live a more fulfilling life and fulfill her own "wishes."
During this period, Xiaoying and I maintained a frequency of sex twice a week. I must say, without the aid of aphrodisiacs, I could no longer reach the vigor of that night. However, the good thing was that Xiaoying always served me attentively, using various techniques such as oral sex, penetration, and more. Xiaoying tried different methods with me, never complaining of being tired, allowing me to fully enjoy her tenderness.
During this time, I researched a lot online and watched a lot of AVs, learning male flirting techniques. Every time I had sex with Xiaoying, I also made sure to have plenty of foreplay. I had sex with her twice a night, once at night and once when I woke up in the morning, ensuring that Xiaoying reached orgasm at least once, although the orgasm wasn't very intense.
The only regret is that I never managed to bring Xiaoying to orgasm, even after taking aphrodisiacs that night. But when Xiaoying had sex with her father, he could easily bring her to orgasm if he wanted. I guess this is related to penis size and stamina; I can never surpass my father in these innate advantages. I can't exactly get a penis transplant.
Another half month passed, and my father fully recovered. All the hospital bills and paperwork were completed, and it was time to discuss reimbursement and compensation with the insurance company and the power company where my father worked. The insurance company was easy to deal with; there were contracts and terms, and everything was done according to the terms. The problem was with the power company. Because the company had given my father a hazard warning, but he didn't leave, the power company was unwilling to take responsibility, and negotiations with them slowly reached a stalemate.
Ultimately, I decided to take legal action and sue the power company. However, just as I was preparing the complaint, the power company said their headquarters would send a high-ranking official to negotiate with me privately. After all, they didn't want to get involved in a lawsuit, regardless of the outcome. It was said that this official was the regional general manager for the three northeastern provinces.
That day, I received a notification that the regional general manager had arrived, so I rushed to the power company to negotiate. When I arrived at the general manager's office and pushed open the door, both the regional general manager and I were dumbfounded.
"Cao'er!"
"Sao Ga..."
The regional general manager instantly stood up from his desk and we hugged each other, calling out the nicknames we'd given each other in our dorm during university...
Chapter 132 Jealousy
It turned out that the regional manager sent by the power company from headquarters was none other than my university classmate and roommate for four years, Liu Yuming. In university, our dorm nicknamed him "Sao Ga." Because he was fat and chubby in college, resembling a Japanese sumo wrestler, we gave him a very Japanese-sounding nickname. As for my nickname, it's "Grass," because out of the four of us in the dorm, I had the most standard appearance. My roommates teased me, saying I was the class's "grass," and also the "grass" among the four in the dorm, hence this odd nickname.
University life is wonderful. When it comes to brotherhood between opposite sexes, besides comrades-in-arms, roommates are definitely one of the strongest bonds. For four years, the four of us in our dorm were like brothers. Although we had our little squabbles, they were insignificant compared to our deep affection. After graduation, we went our separate ways for our futures and gradually lost touch. This "Sao Ga" went abroad to study after graduation because his family was well-off, while I, with my mother seriously ill and my family's financial situation not being good enough, couldn't afford to study abroad. When I got married, "Sao Ga," who was abroad, sent me a wedding gift as a blessing. The last time we contacted each other on QQ was three years ago. I never imagined he would be back in China now, a senior executive at a large company.
"Sao Ga" was easygoing, loved to sing and joke, and because of his privileged background, he was quite generous with money. When we had financial difficulties in university, he helped our other roommates a lot, including me when I was short of money. Every time I borrowed money, I only needed to say a number, and he would lend it to me without hesitation.
We hugged tightly, overwhelmed with emotion after six or seven years apart. For the next while, we seemed to forget our other identities, sitting down to reminisce, completely forgetting why we had met in the first place. We talked a lot, about our experiences after graduation, reminiscing about our university days, talking for ages as if we could never finish.
Slowly, more than two hours passed, and only then did we remember our purpose and roles. He represented the power company, and I represented the family of the injured employee. It must be said that although "Sao Ga" held a high position and had entered the workforce, he hadn't been tainted by its corruption; he at least remembered the brotherhood we shared in university. He directly revealed the company headquarters' bottom line and the maximum concessions they would make, concessions that exceeded my initial expectations. Since my brother had put in the effort, I couldn't be lenient either, so I also backed down on his concessions, at least giving him an explanation to the company headquarters.
What was initially expected to be a head-to-head negotiation turned into a farcical situation of mutual concessions and relentless pursuit of each other's sincerity—quite amusing, to say the least. Finally, the agreement was signed satisfactorily, and we were eager to resolve these troublesome business matters.
After signing, "Sao Ga's" enthusiasm and sense of loyalty returned, insisting that I invite Xiao Ying and her father to dinner. Xiao Ying and I were in the same university, a member of the etiquette team, and the most beautiful girl in her department. When I was pursuing her, my roommates had to offer a lot of advice. "Sao Ga" generously supported me with taking Xiao Ying out to dinner, buying her gifts, and so on; some of that money I still haven't repaid. Although that money seems small to me now, it was a fortune back then.

In university, we often had dinners with our girlfriends, and Xiao Ying was undoubtedly the most radiant among them, making me look good. Hearing that the power company executive was actually "Sao Ga," Xiao Ying was both surprised and happy, as they were all acquaintances from university. Her father arrived first, and Xiao Ying followed after work. Upon seeing each other, a wave of nostalgia inevitably washed over them. At the dinner table, everyone seemed to have endless things to say, as if they had returned to their university days, their conversations and laughter as unrestrained, carefree, and uninhibited as ever.
Her father, unable to drink due to health reasons, smiled and watched their cheerful conversation after a few meals.
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone prepared to take a group photo. After all, Sao Ga's mission was complete, and he would be flying back to Beijing headquarters the next day. When it was Xiao Ying's and Sao Ga's turn to take a photo, Sao Ga casually hugged Xiao Ying and prepared for the picture. Xiao Ying and I didn't feel any aversion to their intimate pose. Because in college, we had a very good relationship, like brothers and sisters. Sao Ga was an upright person, and in college, there weren't so many formalities or reservations between us. Perhaps this is the highest level of friendship between opposite sexes. So, when Xiao Ying and Sao Ga hugged each other, the three of us felt very pure inside, wanting to find that carefree and unrestrained feeling from our youth.
As I picked up my digital camera to take the picture, I suddenly heard a loud "clang." I stopped taking the picture, and all three of us turned to look at my father. He had accidentally dropped his water glass, and it had shattered. The sudden accident stunned all three of us. Although I was already a little drunk, I still caught a peculiar emotion in my father's eyes—a mixture of bitterness and jealousy, along with a hint of anger and annoyance. I figured seeing another man embracing Xiaoying must have made him angry and jealous; I guess he couldn't control himself. For a moment, he seemed distracted and accidentally dropped his water glass.
"Peace be with you..." That rascal, Sao Ga, unaware of what had happened, uttered a lucky phrase to defuse the situation. Everyone recovered from the shock, and my father gave an awkward smile. The little incident was over.
Sao Ga and I, Xiaoying and Sao Ga—the three of us took photos in all sorts of strange and unusual poses, as if only such photos could make us stand out. Many of Xiaoying and Sao Ga's poses were quite intimate, but we didn't care. Xiaoying and Sao Ga were best friends in college, even though they were of the opposite sex.
My father, sitting to the side, endured inhuman torment. I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed his expression growing increasingly displeased, as if his beloved wife were being defiled by another man.
Only I noticed this detail; Xiaoying and Sao Ga didn't. Finally, my father said he needed to use the restroom and left the private room. Whether he actually went or was just trying to escape, I don't know. I only know that he was in the restroom for a full half hour.
Dinner ended reluctantly. The three of us talked for a long time before parting. We promised Sao Ga that we would travel to Beijing soon, and he would treat us to everything. This guy is nothing like those so-called friends in society who only give for personal gain. He genuinely believes that if you are my friend or brother, I am willing to invest in you. Such genuine people are so rare in today's society.
I stumbled home, quite drunk. My father had to help me upstairs; my legs were unsteady. Because today's dinner was rather unusual, Xiaoying drank quite a bit, though she could still walk relatively normally, though she occasionally swayed her head, probably feeling dizzy.
Back home, my father went to bed early, likely slightly displeased with what happened at the dinner table. There's nothing I can do; the older generation just doesn't understand the emotional views of modern young people.
Back in the bedroom, with Xiaoying's help, I changed into my pajamas. Xiaoying went to the bathroom to shower, while I lay in bed trying to clear my head. At that moment, I felt a bit sexually aroused. I couldn't help it; at the dinner table, that rascal had said my puffy eyelids were a sign of kidney deficiency, and he'd even ordered me a kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac drink! I knew he was just teasing me; we often joked like that in college. Little did I know, he was actually right. With his encouragement, I drank the drink, and surprisingly, it worked! Halfway through, my penis got hard.
At that moment, I wondered if the aphrodisiac wine combined with the remaining dose of my sex drug would unleash my strongest fighting power tonight. Because of the alcohol, I was incredibly bold. Normally, I would have worried about the potential side effects of the aphrodisiac wine and the sex drug, but I didn't care. I dragged my trembling legs to the living room, and while Xiaoying was still showering, I took out the last dose of the sex drug and dissolved it in a glass of hot water.
I put the glass on the bedside table, letting it cool down before drinking. Xiaoying finished showering around the same time, and I was about to shower too, just in case I aroused her and we had another "roaming" session.
Xiaoying offered to help me shower, but I refused. I'm not used to being waited on; showering with someone else's help is nowhere near as comfortable or relaxing as showering myself. Looking at my semi-erect penis, I couldn't help but feel a little anticipation for the sex to come, hoping for a breakthrough tonight.
After a hurried shower, I returned to the bedroom. Xiaoying was lying on the bed, about to fall asleep, still a bit tipsy; she'd drunk quite a bit tonight.
I picked up the glass of water from the bedside table; the water had completely cooled down by the time I showered. I quickly drank the water mixed with the aphrodisiac, knowing that the sooner I drank it, the sooner the aphrodisiac would take effect. After finishing my drink, I lay down on the bed, then turned to my side and wrapped my arms around Xiaoying's slender waist, inhaling the alluring fragrance of her hair, waiting for the aphrodisiac to take effect...
Chapter 133 Rape
I held Xiaoying, waiting for the aphrodisiac to work, but just as my hands touched her body, she trembled violently. That's when I realized she wasn't asleep; perhaps she was closing her eyes to sober up. I buried my head in Xiaoying's neck, inhaling her fragrance.
When I slipped my hand inside her nightgown and touched her breasts, I noticed her body was very hot, like she had a fever, and her skin was already damp with sweat. Despite not being able to drink, she was still acting so recklessly. I couldn't help but gently caress her, partly to flirt, and partly to comfort her.
Slowly, before I could even feel aroused, Xiaoying, with her back to me, began to tremble slightly, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
I was puzzled. Could Xiaoying have drunk too much and suffered from alcohol poisoning? At that moment, I didn't care about my own body. I quickly got up to straighten Xiaoying's body, wanting to see if she had drunk too much and was experiencing problems. But as soon as I moved her, Xiaoying, who had been quietly sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly awoke like a sleeping lion, instantly opening her "fierce" eyes. The instant her eyes opened, I noticed that Xiaoying's once beautiful, round eyes were red, with bloodshot eyeballs.
Seeing this, I was terrified. Oh no, she'd had alcohol poisoning. But before I could prepare my next rescue attempt, this newly awakened lioness pounced on me. "Ah...woof..." Caught off guard by Xiaoying's sudden attack, even as a grown man, I couldn't help but cry out in surprise at losing my balance. But the cry was immediately muffled by something covering my mouth. I opened my eyes and found Xiaoying fiercely "kissing" me. I had never seen Xiaoying so crazy before. She was sucking on my mouth like a madwoman, making my lips burn.
"Slurp..." Before I could recover, Xiaoying pried open my teeth and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Then she started sucking my tongue hard. I never thought Xiaoying was so strong. My tongue was pulled long by her mouth, and soon I felt pain at the root of my tongue.
While sucking my tongue, Xiaoying frantically tore at my pajamas. I saw my favorite pajamas being ripped open by Xiaoying in one go, and she didn't even bother to unbutton them. Because my tongue was sucked by Xiaoying, I couldn't turn my head or speak. I wanted to say to Xiaoying: Darling, be gentle, it hurts a little...
I heard the sound of the pajamas buttons snapping and falling to the ground. There was nothing I could do. Since I couldn't resist, I could only submit. With my cooperation, I was stripped naked by Xiaoying. After Xiaoying undressed me, she finally released my tongue. She began kissing my face, nipples, and chest rapidly, very forcefully. I'm sure I'm covered in hickeys. Oh no, if my colleagues see this at work tomorrow, they'll laugh at me to death.

Xiaoying started taking off her own clothes. She wore very little, and in no time she was naked. Xiaoying's breathing became more and more rapid, her face flushed.
"Wife, slow down, slow down, don't rush, there's plenty of time tonight. You're hurting your husband..." Although it was a little strange, I still gently advised Xiaoying that even if she loved me very much, she shouldn't love me so "crazy." If it were like this every day, how could I stand it? Perhaps she was under the influence of alcohol. After all, I had witnessed Xiaoying's drunken madness before, like that time she had sex with her father after drinking on her birthday...
Xiaoying seemed to hear my voice; her movements became much gentler, but she still seemed very impatient.
"Oh..." My penis was instantly captured by Xiaoying's mouth. "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." Xiaoying began to suck my penis forcefully. Although she was much gentler, it was still more frenzied and fierce than usual. I felt like my penis was about to be torn off by her mouth. "Hiss..." While enjoying the pleasure, I
couldn't help but gasp for breath due to occasional pain. While giving me oral sex, Xiaoying stroked her own vaginal opening with her hand. She was getting impatient. Xiaoying sucked, licked, pecked, and bit, "torturing" my penis in various ways. Although it occasionally hurt me, I have to say it had a unique kind of stimulation. Perhaps the drug hadn't taken effect yet, or perhaps Xiaoying's frenzy surprised me. Xiaoying's fast and intense oral sex made me ejaculate in less than five minutes.
"Wife, stop...stop for a second, oh..." Although I wanted to stop Xiaoying, it was too late. In less than five minutes, I was made to ejaculate by Xiaoying. I ejaculated into Xiaoying's mouth, and Xiaoying seemed not to notice, continuing to suck my penis. I don't know how much I ejaculated, because as I ejaculated, Xiaoying swallowed, swallowing all of my semen. I didn't even see my "offspring" before they were all swallowed by Xiaoying. My poor millions of offspring...
Xiaoying noticed that I had ejaculated. She spat out my penis, then her face flushed, and she stared at me with her bloodshot red eyes, a strange look in them, and a hint of anger. She probably didn't expect me to ejaculate so quickly. She didn't give up and began to stroke my now limp penis.
After ejaculating, I lay weakly on the bed, panting heavily. "Honey, what's wrong with you tonight? Huff...you're being so crazy, ouch." I asked Xiaoying, panting heavily. People say women shouldn't get drunk, that a woman isn't a woman anymore when she's drunk. Even normally very ladylike women can become quite unsightly when drunk.
Before I could finish speaking, Xiaoying used too much force and almost pulled my foreskin off my penis.
"Nothing, I just really wanted to make love with my husband, I don't know what's wrong with me..." Xiaoying's breathing was still uneven. She looked at my limp penis, seemingly unwilling to give up. After masturbating me a few times, she took my penis into her mouth and started giving me oral sex again. I knew she wanted me to regain my virility. I had ejaculated, but she wasn't satisfied yet; I hadn't even penetrated her.
Xiaoying seemed really eager. She persistently gave me oral sex for about ten minutes, and my penis finally became erect again. I knew I couldn't let Xiaoying take the initiative forever; it made me feel like I was being raped by her. Taking advantage of my renewed erection, I rolled over and pushed Xiaoying down. Just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover.
Xiaoying seemed to sense my intention to penetrate her; she was already impatient. She lay down on the bed, spreading her slender legs. Her alluring vulva was already overflowing with fluid, and glistening dewdrops clung to her sparse pubic hair.
I thrust in all the way in at once, and Xiaoying, who had been waiting for so long, let out a low, excited moan. I climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts, my hips pounding against her groin. My penis, not as thick as my father's but not short either, began to slide in and out of her vagina. The entire bedroom was filled with a captivating erotic atmosphere. I breathed heavily, and Xiaoying seemed unrestrained, beginning to moan loudly. From these unprecedented moans, it was clear how much pleasure she was experiencing.
However, my father was still next door, and he would likely hear her moans. I instinctively covered Xiaoying's mouth with one hand, and she let out a soft "woo woo woo woo" moan.
After about five minutes of this, I slowed down to rest. After all, five minutes of rapid thrusting had taken its toll. I had always been a student, always playing with a pen, never doing farm work or physical labor, so my stamina was naturally no match for a rural man like my father.
Perhaps Xiaoying found my movements too slow, or perhaps she was tired of the missionary position, or perhaps she sensed I was exhausted. Suddenly, she clamped her legs around my waist, wrapped her arms around me, and with a quick turn, she flipped over and straddled me, placing us on top.
"Slap slap slap slap..." Once on top of me, Xiaoying immediately started her "electric motor," her plump, round buttocks slamming against my hips forcefully and rapidly, producing a fast yet even sound of flesh impact. My penis began to move in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. Because Xiaoying's hips were moving so quickly, and the hips were only a step away from the lower abdomen, her hips constantly slammed against my hips and Xiaoying's, making it difficult for me to breathe. When you're breathing, and another person is constantly and irregularly pressing on your stomach, can you maintain normal breathing?
I started breathing heavily, unevenly, because of Xiaoying's movements and rhythm. At that moment, Xiaoying was like a lioness—no, she was more like a man, while I was like a little woman, a woman being raped by the man on top of me. I had actually been "raped" by Xiaoying; the scene seemed somewhat ridiculous.
Xiaoying's stamina seemed inexhaustible, perhaps because she was a dancer; her endurance was better than mine. After twisting for ten minutes, her speed and rhythm hadn't changed at all. She seemed to feel that this wasn't enough; she grabbed her breasts with both hands, rubbing them as she moved. Xiaoying raised her head, constantly moving and moaning on top of me, her full breasts changing shape as she rubbed them.
The way Xiaoying rubbed her breasts was undoubtedly incredibly seductive. I enjoyed the stimulation before me, like watching a pornographic female anchor masturbating and teasing herself. Of course, this was much more exciting than watching a sexy female anchor live, because Xiaoying was sexier and prettier than those female anchors, and besides, it was a zero-distance viewing experience.
After a while of self-touching, Xiaoying seemed unsatisfied. She released her hands, finally freeing her breasts, which had been kneaded and bore slight finger marks. Xiaoying grabbed my hands, which were at her sides, and placed them on her breasts. She continued self-touching, but now she was holding my hands and using them to touch herself.
Another five minutes passed, making it fifteen minutes in total for the second time. Under the dual stimulation of sight and body, I finally ejaculated for the second time. The first time, I ejaculated into Xiaoying's mouth, and this time into her vagina. This time, I lasted fifteen minutes. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, this time I lasted longer. However, Xiaoying didn't seem to reach orgasm even once, perhaps because I hadn't done enough foreplay.
Realizing that I had ejaculated, Xiaoying stopped, but her desire hadn't dissipated. She looked deeply resentful and disappointed. It was only then that I realized the aphrodisiac hadn't worked. Logically, it should have. Could it be that the excessive alcohol neutralized its effects? Or perhaps the alcohol in the aphrodisiac wine clashed with the aphrodisiac? In any case, I knew the aphrodisiac had failed tonight…
Chapter 134
Pretending to Sleep Ejaculating twice in less than an hour was already a man's limit. At that moment, I felt my vas deferens extending all the way to my urethra; that line was throbbing, exceeding my body's capacity in a short time.
I lay on the bed like a rag doll, closing my eyes to recover my strength. Xiaoying rolled off me, then wiped her vagina with a wet wipe. The second ejaculation was less, so a quick wipe was enough.
"Husband, why did you ejaculate so quickly these two times?" Xiaoying knelt beside me, asking sadly.
"Wife, it's not that fast anymore. You were so wild tonight, and you still came so quickly, it would be strange if I didn't ejaculate quickly." I shook my head and smiled bitterly.
"Can we play together one more time tonight, wife?" Xiaoying stroked my legs with both hands, her voice magnetic and provocative.
"I've reached my limit tonight, wife. How about we continue another day? I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now." I reached out and kneaded Xiaoying's buttocks. Since she was kneeling, her buttocks looked very pert.
Xiaoying pouted, and I closed my eyes to continue resting. But Xiaoying seemed unwilling to give up. After a while, she stimulated my penis again, seeming very eager. I believe the sex we just had must have left her hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down.
But my body had reached its limit, and the aphrodisiac had worn off. I was like a dead fish, letting Xiaoying manipulate and stimulate me however she wanted. My penis couldn't get erect again, and I didn't want it to. If we did it again, it would kill me.
After stimulating me for a while, Xiaoying realized I couldn't get an erection and let out a soft sigh. Although my eyes were closed, I could feel Xiaoying's disappointment and unwillingness.
A moment later, I felt a cool sensation on my penis, and I knew Xiaoying had started cleaning it with a wet wipe. After cleaning it, Xiaoying rolled over and lay down beside me, but she couldn't fall asleep, her breathing still uneven, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Although my eyes were closed, I knew that Xiaoying had sat up countless times with the shaking of the bed.
At that moment, I had lost track of time. I don't know how much time had passed, but I felt Xiaoying start stimulating my penis again. Perhaps she thought that after a while, I could get an erection again. But at this moment, I had really lost interest and felt very tired. Without energy and desire, my penis could not get erect, and Xiaoying had to give up again after stimulating me for a while.
"Husband, husband..." I saw Xiaoying gently push me with her hand and whisper softly in my ear. But I was too tired at this moment, so I could only continue to pretend to be asleep. I didn't want to be tormented and raped by Xiaoying again, so no matter how Xiaoying pushed me, I just wouldn't open my eyes.
"Honey, wake up, please help me..." Xiaoying continued to push me, her voice urgent. I understood what she meant by asking for my help—it was nothing more than oral sex and masturbation to help her relieve some tension. Normally, I would offer to do these things during foreplay, but now Xiaoying was asking for it, which showed how strong her desire was tonight.
Xiaoying kept pushing me for a long time, but I was like a limp rag, no matter how much she rubbed me, I just wouldn't "wake up," as if I were truly dead drunk. Even when Xiaoying pulled my leg hair, I resisted. Finally, Xiaoying had to give up. Perhaps she thought I was really asleep, because she let out a heavy, unsuppressed sigh.
Seeing Xiaoying finally give up, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I never thought that I, a grown man, would be so scared of Xiaoying tonight, even being forcibly pushed around by her. At least I escaped tonight and could finally go to sleep peacefully. Fueled by the alcohol, I gradually drifted off to sleep, but just as I was about to drift off, I suddenly felt the mattress shaking slightly. Was it an earthquake?
Without thinking, I instantly opened my eyes. Since I was facing the inside of the bed, and Xiaoying was sleeping there, I saw her the moment I opened my eyes. She was lying on her back, her nightgown pulled up to her waist, and her underwear down to her knees.
Xiaoying was completely naked from the waist down, and her hands were placed in different positions. One hand was on her breast, gently rubbing it, while the other hand was on her genitals, constantly touching herself. Perhaps this time was different; Xiaoying had probably inserted her fingers into her vagina, because I heard a sticky, wet sound—the sound of her fingers rubbing against her vaginal opening.
Why was Xiaoying so aroused tonight? She'd been drunk before; was it because of her father's sexual stimulation? Xiaoying was already at an age where she was very sexually active, and with her father's powerful sexual abilities having stimulated her, her libido was becoming increasingly strong, which didn't surprise me at all. But tonight, it was unusually strong.
It wasn't an earthquake; Xiaoying was masturbating. Before she noticed, I quickly closed my eyes. I felt the bed shake for a few minutes before it gradually stopped.
"Sigh..." Another sigh came. A person's fingers can't compare to a man's penis. Even my penis couldn't satisfy her libido tonight; relying on her fingers for masturbation, the result was predictable.
After a while, I felt the bed tremble heavily. I heard Xiaoying get up beside me, slowly get out of bed, put on her slippers, and walk out of the bedroom. Then I heard the bathroom door open and close.
At this point, I was tormented by Xiaoying's masturbation and the nighttime urination, making it hard to fall back asleep. I opened my eyes, looking at the enchanting moonlight outside the window. The effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off; tonight was destined to be an unusual night.
I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. It turned out Xiaoying had gotten up and taken a shower. I figured she wasn't using hot water, but cold water. Only cold water could extinguish her desire, lower her increasingly hot body temperature, and help her regain her senses. After about ten minutes, the water stopped. I quickly closed my eyes; if Xiaoying caught me again, I'd be in trouble. But even after the water stopped, I didn't hear Xiaoying come out of the bathroom.
What happened? Could she have fallen asleep in the bathroom? I waited a while longer and found the bathroom quiet; Xiaoying should have been out long ago after her shower. Worried about her, I abandoned my pretense of sleep and got up to check on her. But just as I stood up, the sound of running water from the bathroom started again, causing me to stop in my tracks. Strange, why was everything so unusual tonight? I shook my head, feeling like I was dreaming.
The water running again meant Xiaoying was alright, so I turned and lay back down. I decided to stop thinking about it; tonight had been exhausting enough. But I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. I didn't know why, but I had a feeling something else was going to happen tonight, and that fate was deliberately keeping me awake, afraid I'd miss this special and unforgettable night…
A little while later, the water stopped again, and shortly after, I heard someone come out. Then, the bedroom door opened, and Xiaoying walked in wearing slippers. I could tell from listening that Xiaoying was drying her hair, but perhaps because she was tired from showering, or for some other reason, her breathing was a little rapid. After a short while, Xiaoying must have finished drying her hair and body. She started to get ready for bed, but she stopped as soon as she climbed onto the edge of the bed. Lying on the edge of the bed, I could clearly feel everything without even looking.
After pausing for half a minute, Xiaoying started pushing me again, calling out "husband" repeatedly. She still wouldn't give up tonight, and I could only continue to play dumb, because I was truly powerless. But this time, Xiaoying wasn't going to let me off easily. She pushed me harder and harder, and finally, she grabbed my hands and pulled my upper body off the bed. But I was like a limp rag, no matter how she moved me. Finally, Xiaoying pulled my upper body off the bed until I sat up, and Xiaoying held my shoulders and shook my head repeatedly. I just made a few "humming" sounds in response, and then I didn't react anymore.
Finally, Xiaoying gently laid me down on the bed. She had tried to wake me again and again tonight, but I hadn't responded. Was it really because I was powerless? I carefully examined my heart, constantly asking myself this question. At that
moment, I realized that powerlessness was only one aspect; another was the hidden expectation in my heart. Xiaoying had promised to sever ties with her father, and I decided to let things take their course and not push her any further. I still couldn't understand my own feelings. At this moment, I vaguely sensed that bittersweet, stimulating, contradictory feeling within me, a feeling that I sometimes truly longed for and craved. I couldn't predict when that contradictory feeling would surge into my heart. I knew that tonight, without realizing it, I wanted to push Xiaoying back into her father's arms. If Xiaoying didn't go to her father's tonight, although I felt a little disappointed, everyone would be happy. If Xiaoying went to her father's room tonight, then it was all fate…
After Xiaoying put me down, she remained quiet by the bed for a few minutes. During those minutes, she gently stroked my cheek, lost in thought. Finally, I felt her lightly kiss my forehead, then her hands left my cheek, and my senses instantly lost all feeling for Xiaoying's warmth.
I heard Xiaoying take off her slippers, and then her light footsteps slowly made their way to the bedroom door. The footsteps were very light; I knew Xiaoying wasn't wearing slippers, but walking barefoot. Why was Xiaoying so careful, making no sound at all? I already had a premonition of what was about to happen.
The footsteps paused at the bedroom door for about a minute, then I heard the door open softly, then close softly again. The footsteps gradually faded into the distance until they were completely gone.
Since Xiaoying was barefoot this time, I could only hear the initial footsteps; now, with no sound at all, where had Xiaoying gone? I had no idea. After waiting for about two more minutes, I heard a different door open, followed by the sound of a door closing.
Hearing this, I instantly opened my eyes and quickly sat up in bed. My hands gripped the bed, my eyes wide open, my heart filled with both excitement and sorrow. This door sound wasn't from the bathroom, nor from the outer room. Because I knew this house so well, I could even distinguish the opening and closing sounds of every door, discerning the subtle differences between them.
Based on both the sound and the direction it came from, I was certain that the sound of that door opening and closing was coming from my father's bedroom. I was absolutely certain.
Tonight, taking advantage of my drunken, deep sleep and the perfect "opportunity" I secretly provided, Xiaoying finally managed to enter my father's room…
Chapter 135 Eavesdropping
Before this, my expectation that Xiaoying would enter my father's room was merely a hope, a pipe dream. I knew it was impossible; Xiaoying would never go to my father's room and have sex with him while I was home. But reality shattered my ideal.
Xiaoying is now in my father's room, and this isn't a casual visit or a simple request. In the dead of night, will they start making love?
I can't believe it. Although I initially hoped, now that it's actually happened, I truly can't believe it. I'd rather it be a drunken dream. Why is Xiaoying so bold tonight? Don't forget, I, her husband, am still home. Could Xiaoying really leave me in the bedroom while she goes off to have sex with another man? Where does that leave me, her husband? What happened
? Perhaps Xiaoying is drunk tonight; people get bolder when they're drunk. But my father is sober; he didn't drink a drop of alcohol at the dinner table. I'm in the room next to theirs. Xiaoying has the guts, but does my father? Thinking of my father, I figured he'd definitely "send" Xiaoying back, because he'd be scared. I believed Xiaoying would return to our bedroom in no more than five minutes. I started timing her on my phone, waiting for her to be "sent" back by my father within those five minutes…
But I was disappointed. Five minutes had passed, but Xiaoying hadn't come out of my father's bedroom. I hadn't even heard a sound from her. Had she gone to sleep with him? I imagined the two of them embracing, doing nothing, just sleeping soundly… Was that possible? My body began to tremble with excitement. After all, this was the first time we'd been alone together at home, and the first time I'd been so close to what might have been sexual intimacy.
Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly anxious, afraid of missing something. I couldn't wait any longer. I tiptoed out of bed. Like Xiaoying, I went barefoot without slippers and slowly walked to our bedroom door. When I put my hand on the doorknob, I hesitated. If I opened the door, even if I was careful, it would still make a sound. What if Xiaoying and my father heard it? Wouldn't that alert them? Even if I opened the door without them noticing, what if Xiaoying or my father suddenly came out of their bedroom when I opened it? Would I have time to close the door then? Even if I could close the door instantly, the sound it made...
Thinking of all the possibilities of being discovered, I had no choice but to abandon the idea of opening the door. I pressed my ear against the door, wishing I could shove my head through the gap, maximizing my hearing. But apart from the car horns outside, my own breathing, and my increasingly rapid heartbeat, I couldn't hear anything else.
At that moment, I regretted installing such a soundproof door when I renovated the house. My body trembled uncontrollably, whether from anxiety or excitement, like someone stripped naked and thrown into a freezing snowstorm, shivering uncontrollably.
I tried desperately to listen for any clues from my father's side, but after a few minutes, I gave up; I couldn't hear anything. Was Xiaoying just keeping him company and sleeping? Or were they having a serious chat? Impossible; no one would believe that. A fire was slowly burning inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment. The silence from his side only fueled my anxiety, and sweat began to bead on my face. Finally, my desire overcame my reason. I decided to open the door, even if it was a gamble. I placed my hand on the doorknob…
My entire body was tense. I moved slowly and carefully, gently pressing down the doorknob. A very soft sound came from behind. I knew the lock was open. The moment that sound rang out, I froze, even my breathing. I waited… waited… Still no sound from my father. I let out a long sigh of relief; thankfully, I hadn't been discovered.
The lock was open; things would be much easier now. I gently opened the door. The air in the living room rushed in. Although I'd done this countless times before—from the bedroom to the living room—tonight's experience was particularly unforgettable and thrilling. I peered into the living room, straining my ears to hear. The only barrier was the doorway to my father's bedroom.
But after listening for a while, there was still no sound. Had Xiaoying not gone to my father's bedroom? Was I mistaken? Or were Xiaoying and my father making love, but without making a sound? Driven by intense curiosity and emboldened by the alcohol, I cautiously made my way towards my father's bedroom. Because I wasn't wearing slippers and was barefoot, I made absolutely no sound. Like a thief, I stealthily moved towards my father's bedroom...
"Ah..." A single sound made me suddenly stop in my tracks. That sound, though deliberately suppressed, was incredibly alluring, like a tranquilizer, instantly freezing me in place, leaving me bewildered. At the same time, that sound was like a hammer, shattering my dream mirror completely, and like a knife piercing my heart. It was Xiaoying's moan, the first sound I heard in my father's bedroom tonight.
At that moment, I remained motionless in the living room, still in my walking posture. After that first moan, "Mmm... Ah..." the continuous moans began to carry through my father's bedroom door. If it were only the first sound, I might have doubted my ears, but this uninterrupted, rhythmic moaning reached my ears, and I knew that the two people in my father's bedroom had already begun. My father's 22-centimeter-long penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, thrusting in and out repeatedly, engaging in the most primal act of intercourse for the purpose of procreation.
Along with Xiaoying's moans came the father's muffled breathing and panting. From their sounds, I could tell that although they were having frenzied intercourse, they were deliberately suppressing their moans and breathing, trying to keep the noise as low as possible. If I hadn't opened the bedroom door and gone into the living room, I probably wouldn't have heard these sounds at all. The two people having intercourse
in my father's bedroom were constantly emitting sounds of extreme sexual pleasure, sounds filled with satisfaction and ecstasy. It was clear that they hadn't made love in a long time; like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, their moans intertwined and burned fiercely.
Why? Wife, didn't you promise yourself in your diary to sever your affair with your father? Why did you suddenly break your promise tonight, and even choose to have sex with your father while I was at home? When you're having sex right now, your mind is definitely filled with thoughts of your father, after all, it's your father's penis inside you, not me. But is there even a hint of me in your mind right now?
I started moving, my heart filled with incredibly mixed emotions, continuing towards my father's bedroom. With each step, the sounds of their lovemaking drew closer, amplified. The sounds of my father and Xiaoying making love were like a demonic chant, swirling in my ears and stealing my thoughts, leaving me feeling like a walking corpse.
Finally, I reached my father's bedroom door. I stood there, looking at that familiar yet utterly strange door. Behind it, my father and my beloved wife were having sex. This was the first time I had ever been so close to them. I wish tonight were just a dream, I wish the people in it weren't my father and Xiaoying, but those incredibly pleasurable moans kept shattering my self-comfort.
"Creak, creak..." The Simmons mattress creaked and groaned, the soft, muffled yet resolute sounds of flesh colliding. "Huff, huff, huff..." My father's deep, deliberately suppressed breathing. "Hahahaha..." Xiaoying's breaths escaped her lips. "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Xiaoying occasionally let out suppressed moans of pleasure. The two in the room kept their voices to a minimum, yet within that quiet atmosphere, they enjoyed the most frenzied and stimulating sexual intercourse.
Listening to the sounds of their lovemaking, I looked at the door to my father's bedroom. My gaze was fixed on the doorknob. If I placed my hand on it now, and then gently pressed down, and the door opened, I believed I would immediately see my father and Xiaoying's naked bodies, their genitals tightly intertwined. But did I have the courage? Opening my father's bedroom door is different from opening my own. I opened my door without my father and Xiaoying noticing, but if I open my father's door now, it will definitely alert the two people making love. If I open the door, everything will be over. How am I supposed to clean up the mess?
This is the first time I've truly heard Xiaoying and my father making love, and the two of them are only a door away from me. Unlike the sounds I've heard in security camera videos before, this sound is so real. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, making love, certainly wouldn't imagine that their son and husband are right outside their bedroom door, listening to their lovemaking. And this third party doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
My body is numb now; I wonder if the alcohol is kicking in again? I don't have the courage to open the door and watch my father and Xiaoying's live broadcast. Tonight, hearing the sounds of two people making love so close for the first time is already a major breakthrough for me. I'll just wait for the recording to play tomorrow.
I was about to move back to my room. What if they caught me when they finished having sex and came out to shower? That would be hilarious. But as soon as I moved, I realized my legs were numb. I'd been focusing all my senses on my hearing, and I hadn't even noticed when my legs went numb.
Just as I was about to move, the two people in my father's bedroom stopped having sex. I had to stop. Had they heard me? Had I been discovered? I listened intently, motionless. After they stopped, I heard someone get out of bed. I heard the sound of footsteps on the floor, then the footsteps moving towards the door. I knew they were heading for the door.
My nerves were on edge. Every hair on my body stood on end. I was doomed. They were coming out. Even if I rushed back to my room, it would be too late. If I moved quickly, it would make a loud noise, and that would be the same as being caught by the door. The footsteps in my father's bedroom grew closer and closer to the door, finally stopping there. I waited for the door to open, ready to face my father and Xiaoying's "judgment"...
Chapter 136 Horror
Although I was extremely tense, my judgment wasn't completely lost. I could tell from the footsteps that it wasn't one person getting out of bed, but two. After all, the sound of two legs walking is completely different from the sound of four legs walking. What to do? Running away was definitely out of the question. Rather than being discovered, I might as well wait where I was and deal with it later.
But after the footsteps reached the door, all sound stopped. The door didn't open, and the footsteps stopped. I knew that my father and Xiaoying were right there by the door, facing me through it. At this moment, the distance between us was so close, probably less than half a meter. Cold sweat poured down my back. Although the footsteps had stopped abruptly, my nerves were taut and I didn't relax at all.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. My heart was pounding, and I tried my best to suppress my increasingly rapid breathing. Even at the very last moment, I had to hide.
"Mmm..." A suppressed groan came, it was Xiaoying's voice. I knew that at this moment, my father had re-entered Xiaoying's vagina. "Slap slap slap..." The sound of flesh colliding resumed, accompanied by heavy breathing and Xiaoying's moans. It turned out that the two of them had come to the doorway to have sex. Why? Were they looking for new stimulation?
"Xiaoying, this... this... won't work, the sound is still... still a bit... loud, oh... too close to the door..." As the sounds of intercourse continued, my father's voice suddenly broke in.
Loud? At this moment, I seemed to understand a little. Perhaps the two of them were afraid that the Simmons mattress was too noisy, so they decided to have sex on the floor to minimize the noise.
Shortly after my father spoke, the sounds of their intercourse stopped again, and then I heard sparse sounds, as if someone was still moving.
"Thump..." A loud thud sounded as something hit the floor, "Ouch..." followed by Xiaoying's soft cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you alright, Xiaoying..." Although her father's breathing was rapid from making love, he spoke fluently. What had happened to make him suddenly apologize to Xiaoying?
"No... I'm fine, why are you in such a hurry..." Xiaoying's words came in broken sentences. Although both of them were very careful with their voices, I, who was close to the door, could still hear them clearly.
"Slap slap slap..." After a few dozen seconds of silence, the sound of flesh colliding rang out again, but this time the sound was much softer. Her father's rapid breathing and Xiaoying's suppressed moans followed. I could tell that Xiaoying's mouth was occasionally covered, making muffled "ooh-ooh" sounds. However, I couldn't tell whether it was Xiaoying's hand or her father's mouth that was covering her mouth.
At this moment, the two people inside were in the middle of a fierce battle. If they knew that I, who played the dual role of son and husband, was standing outside the door, what would they think? They would never have imagined that I was listening to their live broadcast right outside the door.
"Stand up, ha...yes, like this...holding onto the bed, my legs are a little numb..." After about ten minutes of intercourse, the sounds of sex stopped again, and then my father's voice rang out. He was changing positions with Xiaoying. My father was getting old, and it must be uncomfortable for his legs to stay in one position all the time.
Wait, "stand up," I only noticed those three words now. Although they were only three short words, the information they conveyed was very important. Since my father was telling Xiaoying to stand up, then just now...Xiaoying was either kneeling on the floor, letting my father fuck her in a doggy style, or Xiaoying was lying on the floor, and my father was on top of her, fucking her in a missionary position.
At this moment, I really wanted to open the door to find out what had just happened. No, please don't let it be doggy style. I would rather my father use the missionary position to make love to Xiaoying, even if it would make it easy for him to kiss Xiaoying's lips and nipples, but I just didn't want them to be in a doggy style...
Before I could finish struggling with my thoughts, I heard the sound of the mattress being gently pressed down. After the mattress made a sound, it fell silent again.
"Oh..." Xiaoying's moan signaled the resumption of their lovemaking. Because I was home tonight, the two of them, who usually indulged in unrestrained sex, were unusually cautious. I could imagine how timid they were, enjoying each other's physical pleasures while also having to guard against me, the unwanted "third party" tonight. It was truly a difficult situation for them. I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds inside, and couldn't help but stand there with a wry smile.
The terrifying experience had left me drenched in sweat. I wondered if any sweat had trickled down my legs and onto the floor, but at that moment, I didn't care. I had clearly heard Xiaoying and her father making love. This was the first time, unlike seeing it on surveillance video. This time, the sound felt so real, shattering the 0.000...1% of fantasy I had. My heart told me, for the first time, that everything was real.
Why would Xiaoying come to her father's room to have sex with him while I was home? And why did her father dare to have sex with his daughter-in-law knowing I was home? Before understanding the reasons, I felt fear and dread for the first time. Would things ultimately spiral out of my control? For the first time, I lacked confidence in myself.
I had heard everything, heard so much, and I should feel "content." Did I really have to hear my father ejaculate inside Xiaoying? Did I have to hear Xiaoying's cries of pleasure as she reached orgasm? At that moment, fear gripped me. I wanted to escape and retreat, to get away from this place that terrified me as soon as possible.
Taking advantage of the fact that I hadn't been discovered yet, I decided to go back to my bedroom now. There was no need to hear anything more, because I had already confirmed the situation between Xiaoying and my father…
Accompanied by Xiaoying's moans and my father's panting, I moved my numb legs toward my bedroom. At that moment, I felt like a lonely wanderer. Although I had a destination, it held no allure or longing for me; it was merely a refuge, the only place I could find solace in. I hoped my bedroom could shut out all my troubles and sorrows.
Slowly, I returned to my bedroom, the sounds of my father and Xiaoying's lovemaking fading into the distance. Back in my bedroom, I numbly turned and grabbed the door, but as the door was about to close completely, I hesitated. Although I wanted the door to completely block out the sounds of their lovemaking, simply letting the door shut seemed unwilling. Why was I being so cowardly? Finally, I gritted my teeth and gently closed the door.
I lay back down on my bed, covering myself with the blanket that smelled of both Xiaoying and me. This once cozy bedroom now felt utterly lonely and sorrowful. Before Xiaoying entered my father's room, I pretended to be asleep, hoping she would go in and make love to him. I thought it would be exciting and thrilling.
But when I truly heard the sounds of Xiaoying and my father making love, when I truly felt their lovemaking up close, I felt regret. My previous indifference was just a self-deceptive illusion, but when reality shattered that fantasy, my true feelings were revealed.
I felt like a lonely child; the only warmth I felt was the blanket I clutched tightly in my arms. Only Xiaoying's and my blanket offered me solace.
I had thought that closing the bedroom door would completely block out the sounds of my father and Xiaoying having sex, but for some reason—perhaps the stimulation had suddenly heightened my hearing, or perhaps the two of them were nearing their sexual climax and no longer suppressing their sounds—I lay in my bedroom, clutching the blanket, and could still hear the sounds from the other side. Xiaoying's suppressed yet rapid moans pierced through the doors of both bedrooms and reached my ears.
At that moment, Xiaoying's moans were like a death knell, filling me with fear and dread. I pulled the blanket over my head, desperately trying to hide my groans. I knew they were coming from another man, his penis penetrating her vagina, at point-blank range, perhaps even kissing her.
Even with the blanket covering my head, I could still faintly hear the sounds. Tormented by disappointment, fear, and heartache, I cried again. The last time I cried was when my father forced himself on Xiaoying for the first time.
Tonight, I buried myself under the covers and silently wept again. I let the tears slide onto the sheets. Xiaoying, right now you're enjoying sex, you're happy, pleasurable, joyful, and comfortable, but have you ever thought about how heartbroken and helpless your husband is? I regret it so much. If I hadn't pretended to be asleep, if I hadn't… then none of this would have happened…
I don't know how long I cried; I've lost track of time. When my thoughts returned, the sounds from the other end had stopped. But Xiaoying hadn't come back. Had they not finished? Or had they already done it once and were preparing for a second round?
Just as I was thinking, I heard the door open. I heard someone come in. Although I couldn't see who it was, I knew it must be Xiaoying because her steps were so light.
"Such a grown man, still sleeping with his head covered..." I heard Xiaoying's soft muttering as I lay in bed. Then I felt the blanket being pulled down, and Xiaoying neatly covered me, tucking the top edge around my neck. Xiaoying gently adjusted the blanket for me. Because I was lying on my side facing the bed, and the light was off, Xiaoying didn't notice the tear stains on my skin.
Xiaoying's hand occasionally brushed against my body, but that hand must have just touched my father, perhaps even his thick, long penis. After covering me again, Xiaoying adjusted my pillow and straightened my head, assuming I was still fast asleep, drunk. Xiaoying, why don't you touch my cheek now? If you did, you could feel my undried tears.
Just when I thought Xiaoying would go to bed after tidying me up, I heard her turn around again and leave our bedroom. Her footsteps faded into the distance until the door to my father's bedroom opened and then closed again. Soon after, Xiaoying's suppressed but urgent moans began again, like a faint, demonic sound, constantly drilling into my ears…
Chapter 137 Rage
Time passed slowly, and I felt like a walking corpse, as if I had lost my life and consciousness. I had forgotten the concept of time; my body felt nothing. I remained motionless, still in the position where Xiaoying had covered me with the blanket. I
don't know how much time had passed—maybe an hour, maybe two—when I heard the door to my father's bedroom open again, followed by someone entering the bathroom, and then the sound of running water. I knew it must be Xiaoying, because judging from the footsteps, only one person came out of my father's bedroom, and the footsteps were very soft; it was undoubtedly Xiaoying. The sound of water in

the bathroom continued for a long time. My tear tracks had long since dried, and I only felt a tightness in the corners of my eyes and the bridge of my nose. A moment later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After a few minutes, I heard the bedroom door open softly. Then, Xiaoying entered the bedroom with extremely light footsteps, walking very carefully, afraid of waking me, her rightful husband.
After waiting a long time, I sensed that Xiaoying hadn't gotten into bed, and I felt some hair brush against my cheek. Although I didn't open my eyes, I felt that Xiaoying was probably observing my every move. I maintained even breathing. At this moment, apart from keeping my eyes closed, everything else was a genuine "performance," no longer pretentious. Perhaps at this moment, I wanted to give up entirely, not caring whether she would find out.
Perhaps after Xiaoying finally confirmed that I was indeed still "sound asleep," she sighed softly. Then, with the trembling of the mattress, she slowly climbed over my body to the inside of the bed. As the surroundings gradually quieted down, I knew Xiaoying was lying down, but I didn't know if she was facing me or with her back to me.
As everything quieted down, I slowly opened my eyes, not daring to open them too wide, just squinting. When the scene came into view again, everything felt so unreal. Thankfully, Xiaoying was lying with her back to me. Looking at that familiar, alluring body, her tempting curves highlighted in the moonlight, I wondered how many times my father had just ejaculated inside this familiar body. Once? Twice? Or perhaps three times? Just looking at this body, if I hadn't just heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed that this beautiful body had just been making love with my father next door, his ugly, thick penis repeatedly thrusting in and out of her most sensual and alluring parts…
Slowly, faint sobs reached my ears, and I saw Xiaoying's body trembling slightly. I knew she was crying with her back to me, but at this moment, I felt no pity for her. If she knew she would be heartbroken now, why did she go to my father's bedroom? She was so wanton just now, why did she have the nerve to be sad now? Now that it was over, having experienced something I'd never experienced before, a hidden anger rose within me. I really wanted to move Xiaoying's body and confront her, to demand why…
Tonight, my body and mind were too exhausted. Although I was heartbroken, I ultimately couldn't resist the hypnotic influence of alcohol. I fell asleep, and in my sleep I had many dreams. I dreamt that Xiaoying left me, I dreamt that Xiaoying was lying in my father's arms, the two of them embracing, humiliating me with contemptuous looks, and I was crying alone in my dream. This dream tormented me for a long, long time; it seemed like an eternity…
In the morning, I wasn't woken up by Xiaoying, but by my phone alarm. Usually, my phone alarm was just for show, because before it even went off, Xiaoying would wake me up with breakfast already prepared. But today, I was woken by the alarm. Perhaps it was because of the nightmare, or perhaps it was the shock of last night's events, but as soon as the alarm rang, I immediately opened my eyes, freed from the nightmare.
I opened my eyes, turned off the phone alarm, and propped myself up, exhausted. Although I was already sober, my head felt like it had been slurred, and it throbbed with pain. I sat up, and the first thing I saw was everything familiar in the bedroom. Everything from last night seemed like a dream. But was it really a dream? I'd rather it were just a dream, not real.
I thought Xiaoying had already gotten up to make breakfast, but when I turned to look beside me, she was still fast asleep. The alarm clock had only made her pout in her sleep; she showed no sign of waking up. It seemed her father's lovemaking session yesterday had exhausted her, allowing her to sleep in for the first time, and she hadn't woken up by her usual wake-up time.
I didn't disturb her. I quietly got out of bed to wash up—after all, life goes on, and I still had to go to work to support my family. I dressed very gently, unsure of my feelings at that moment. Normally, I should wake Xiaoying so she could wash up, put on makeup, and go to work, but for some reason, I didn't wake her. Was it because I was angry?
As I finished dressing and left the bedroom, coincidentally, I saw my father coming out of the bathroom. He must have gotten up to use the restroom. He was yawning incessantly, his eyes still closed as he yawned. His thin pajama bottoms... I don't know if it was morning erection or what, but my father's crotch was erect, creating a large tent in his pajama pants. I knew that the ugly penis hidden under that tent had brutally violated my beloved wife, Xiaoying, last night; it was this thing that had repeatedly taken away Xiaoying's virginity and innocence.
"What's wrong, Dad? You look so listless. Did you go out to be a thief in the middle of the night?" I suddenly teased him as he yawned out of the bathroom
. I don't know what I was thinking at the time—was I teasing him out of anger? Or was I trying to scare him? My father had been yawning with his eyes closed until he heard my voice and realized I had come out of the bedroom. He hadn't even finished his yawn when my words abruptly stopped him. My father quickly stopped yawning, opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at me. At first, a hint of panic and guilt flashed in his eyes, and his unnaturalness was hard to hide. My scare-inducing remark had probably frightened him quite a bit.
"A thief? Dad's so old, how could he still fly..." My father quickly regained his composure, then smiled and cleverly changed the subject.
Old? Can't fly anymore? He should still be as sharp as ever, right? Even though he's getting on in years, he's still got the skills, much more valiant than his young son. Looking at my father and the bloodshot eyes in Qingzhong's eyes, I realized they were both exhausted from last night, like Xiaoying, and hadn't slept well. Those bloodshot eyes seemed like the biggest irony. After last night's events, my heart underwent a fundamental change. From initial encouragement and hope, I'd gone to letting things take their course, letting things develop naturally. After last night's events, I completely regretted it. I decided to stop it from happening again, to completely sever Xiaoying and my father's relationship. Perhaps it's already happened, and I've experienced it all; I no longer have the initial passion. I don't want that tormenting, contradictory feeling anymore.
I don't know why, but this morning, I felt inexplicably angry. Seeing Xiaoying and my father made me angry. Is there something wrong with my mental state? Could it be that the recent conflicts have caused him to develop depression? At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat. If that were the case, I would have suffered a great loss.
Without waiting for my father's next words, I went into the bathroom to wash up. Since Xiaoying hadn't gotten up to make breakfast, I left for work after washing up. Before I left, I saw my father once again cowardly retreat to his bedroom, the door tightly shut. I didn't wake Xiaoying until I left; she didn't wake up either. At this pace, if she got up to wash and put on makeup, she definitely wouldn't make it to work on time, and she would definitely be late for work, resulting in a deduction in her salary. I don't know why I felt this way; perhaps it was some kind of vengeful feeling.
I walked along the road, still some distance from the bus stop. Although I could afford a car, I still preferred taking the bus to work. Looking at those who drove to work, I didn't understand whether driving was truly convenient or just to satisfy my pride. Halfway there, my stomach started growling. I glanced at the breakfast stall next to me. I'd suffered enough; I couldn't let my stomach suffer any longer. No one was making me breakfast, so I'd buy myself.
I bought a few steamed buns and hurried to the bus stop. Eating the hot buns on the bus, watching the familiar street scenes pass by, the sounds of Xiaoying's moans and my father's heavy breathing from last night seemed to still echo in my mind, refusing to dissipate and tormenting my nerves. I shook my head, took out my phone, and ate the buns while glancing at the news, slowly trying to distract myself.
At work, I began my busy day. It seemed only the heavy workload could make me completely forget all my troubles. Time slowly passed until nine in the morning when my phone suddenly rang. I saw it was Xiaoying calling. Looking at the number, I really didn't want to answer. Seeing Xiaoying's number and name reminded me of last night, and a strange irritation welled up inside me. But I had to answer the phone; what kind of behavior was it to ignore it?
"Hello..." Normally when I talk to Xiaoying, I would gently call her "wife," but today, for some reason, I really wasn't in the mood. I was feeling irritable, so I just said "hello" and didn't say anything else.
"Honey, why didn't you wake me up this morning? I'm late!" Xiaoying immediately launched into a tirade. Although her tone was gentle, the blame and resentment were still quite evident. This was Xiaoying's first time being late for work. Getting her pay docked was a minor issue; being reprimanded by her supervisor was the real problem, as it affected her work image in her boss's eyes.
"Are you at work now?" I didn't explain to Xiaoying, just coldly asked her a question without answering her question.
"I'm here, half an hour late. If Dad hadn't woken me up this morning, I don't know how long I would have slept. Why didn't you wake me up this morning? My supervisor already scolded me..." Xiaoying seemed hesitant to be too harsh, speaking slowly and gently, but I always felt there was a hidden barb in her words. Actually, I was overthinking it, especially when she mentioned that her father woke her up. That sentence immediately struck a nerve, and for some reason, an inexplicable anger ignited within me.
"I didn't complain about why you didn't get up to make breakfast, I didn't complain about why you suddenly stayed in bed so late... You slept like a log and then complained about why I didn't wake you..." I suddenly lost control and yelled at Xiaoying on the phone. After saying these few simple words, I hung up abruptly. After hanging up, I tried to control my emotions and breathing. When I opened my eyes, I saw my colleagues looking at me with surprise. They were all looking at me with confusion, wondering what had just happened to me. Why would someone as composed as me suddenly become emotional in public? I was also completely stunned by my own behavior...
Chapter 138 Heartless
At this moment, I had acted impulsively and forgotten that I was in the company's public area, not in my private office. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Several close colleagues followed me into my office, asking me what was wrong with concern. I just made up some excuses to brush it off. My colleagues knew I was arguing with my wife, but there was nothing they could do; even a wise judge can't settle family disputes.
About ten minutes after hanging up with Xiaoying, my phone rang again. I saw it was Xiaoying calling again, but I was still angry, so I didn't answer and let it ring until it automatically disconnected.
But after the call ended, Xiaoying kept calling; she seemed to enjoy it. I was working on a project proposal on my computer. I don't know what was wrong with me today; my heart seemed particularly hardened. No matter how many times Xiaoying called, I just wouldn't answer. But the ringing of my phone became increasingly annoying. After Xiaoying called almost ten times, my patience finally reached its limit, and I turned off my phone.
Since I'm a senior executive, I usually can't turn off my phone. To facilitate communication within the company, I called my assistant, Xiao Liu, and told them to connect all calls to me from the front desk to the office intranet landline. With my phone off, the office was finally quiet. I calmed down, propped my head up with my hands, and rubbed my temples. My
mind is a mess right now. You see, Xiaoying and I have known each other for so long, and we've almost never argued. We've always treated each other with respect. This is the first time I've yelled at her like this.
Why did I suddenly lose control? Maybe it's because I'm so resentful. I hate Xiaoying for choosing to have sex with my father while I'm home, leaving me, her husband, alone in the bedroom. If Xiaoying was enjoying sex with her father before, then last night, in front of me, was blatant betrayal. I don't believe she can separate sex from love.
Everything I heard last night truly broke my heart. I'm also angry. Why would my father be willing to have sex with Xiaoying even when I'm home? Does he have the same thoughts as his son next door? I hate them both; I believe they've both betrayed me. Right now, I'm probably overwhelmed by my emotions. Perhaps my thoughts aren't at their most rational, maybe they have some unspeakable difficulties, but right now, I can't seem to hear anything.
I couldn't concentrate on work anymore. As a senior executive, my office computer had internet access, so I started browsing online forums. Somehow, I stumbled upon a website for psychological counseling and Q&A. My experience was unique; I couldn't confide in anyone I knew. Perhaps like Xiaoying, I could only vent online—perhaps this was my only outlet right now.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one at the office was bothering me, I briefly wrote down my experiences in a short post and published it on the Q&A website. To my surprise, a psychologist replied within minutes, and we chatted back and forth.
Because I was still reserved online, I didn't fully reveal some private matters. The psychologist said I had cuckolding tendencies, though not too severe yet, and also told me I had mild self-harm tendencies, perhaps related to my childhood experiences—a very difficult upbringing—and the excessive work and family pressures
I was under. Thinking back on everything the psychologist said, it did make some sense. I admit I have a cuckold's mentality; I'm the one who gets cuckolded. In the early stages, I felt excited every time I saw Xiaoying and my father having sex—that's typical cuckold's psychology. I
also have some masochistic tendencies. Every time I saw my father and Xiaoying having sex, I felt a thrill along with a slight pain. It was precisely that slight bitterness and pain that gave me a strange kind of stimulation. Sometimes, seeing Xiaoying and my father together, the more painful it was, the more I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
My masochistic tendencies are also evident in some of my daily habits. For example, I rarely shave. There's always a mirror and tweezers under the coffee table in my living room. When I have free time, I'll pluck my beard while watching TV. You know, plucking your own hair is very painful, but I don't mind the pain. In fact, plucking my beard is like an addiction; I feel uncomfortable if I don't pluck it when I'm at home. Xiaoying and my father have complained about this a lot, saying that plucking my beard so much will give me folliculitis. Sometimes, I'd pluck my leg hair, and when I'm stressed and upset, perhaps only pain brings me some comfort.
I asked about the reasons for these psychological issues, and they're related to my difficult past. I suffered the blow of losing my mother at a young age, and my father accumulated a mountain of debt to pay for my schooling and my mother's medical treatment. After graduating from university, my father and I scrimped and saved to pay off the debt. I've always carried immense mental pressure, but I never realized the impact of this pressure and my upbringing on my personality and psychology. According to the doctor, my erratic behavior today was a manifestation of excessive pressure—work-related pressure, and the psychological pressure from Xiaoying's sexual encounter with my father. He told me to seek treatment and adjust immediately, otherwise I would become emotionally unstable and lose control, potentially developing depression.
I talked with the doctor for over an hour. Had I really lost control of my emotions? Did I really have a mental illness? I couldn't believe it was real. After my brief conversation with the doctor, I rested my head on the desk to calm my mind. Just then, it was almost noon when there was a knock on my office door. After receiving my permission, my assistant, Xiao Tang, came in.
"Boss, your wife is here, she's outside and wants to see you..." Xiao Tang said softly in my ear, noticing that I was still in a bad mood. Xiao Tang is my new assistant and secretary, a recent college graduate, full of energy and intelligence. Originally, she was supposed to share an office with me, but to avoid gossip and rumors, I arranged for her to sit outside the office, at a desk near the door, like a guardian spirit.
Although it wasn't right to leave that little girl outside the office, I figured I should be careful for both my and her reputation. I cared too much about my reputation; after all, gossip can be a powerful force in today's society.
"Sister-in-law? Which sister-in-law?" My mind was still a mess, and I hadn't quite processed it yet.
"It's your sister-in-law, your wife. She came to the company, right outside the office…" Xiao Tang said cautiously, observing my reaction. The argument with Xiao Ying on the phone had probably spread throughout the company. Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast; people's mouths are so messy.
"Tell her I'm busy right now. Make up an excuse for me. I don't want to see anyone right now." I was stunned. I hadn't expected Xiao Ying to come directly to the company after my phone was off, but I really didn't want to see her. I was even considering going out for drinks and a chat with friends tonight to clear my head.
"Is this really necessary? Boss, this isn't a good idea. Perhaps... perhaps you should still see her..." Xiao Tang, being a woman, naturally considered things from a woman's perspective and sided with her. She cautiously tried to persuade me, still unwilling
to give up. "Oh, I said I won't see her, and that's final. Just keep her out of my sight; this is the job I assigned you..." I was a little annoyed at this point
. After giving her some instructions, I lay back down to rest... Having adopted a superior's stance and made it clear that this was work, I couldn't say anything more. I sighed softly and left. My heart ached too. Was this really good for Xiao Ying? Was Xiao Ying angry or heartbroken? Did she come to my company to argue or to apologize? Xiaoying has always been a rather assertive woman. When it comes to matters of principle, she will absolutely not back down or compromise. She most likely came to my company today to confront me about our argument. After all, it was the first time I'd ever scolded her like that on the phone. I wasn't sure how Xiaoying would react, which might be why I haven't seen her. If we argued in the company, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
A dozen minutes later, there was another knock on the door. Xiaotang came in, carrying a cup of coffee. "Boss, your wife has been waiting for you outside. She said she'd wait until you finished..." Xiaoying placed the coffee on the table and then spoke cautiously to me, fulfilling her duties as an assistant and secretary.
"Okay," I replied simply. I hadn't expected Xiaoying to continue waiting outside. Did she not have to come to work today?
"Boss, there's something I might not be able to say, but I really couldn't bear to see my wife so heartbroken. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell her eyes were red and swollen, and her makeup was ruined. Others might not notice, but as a woman, I could tell. She must have been crying for a long time. Although I'm not married, I know that couples shouldn't hold grudges overnight. What's there to talk about?" Xiao Tang continued to comfort me. Her words truly touched my heart. Xiao Ying was crying, which surprised me. Logically, it was just an argument on the phone; the usually strong Xiao Ying shouldn't be crying.
"It's almost lunchtime. You can leave right away after work. Don't say goodbye to me. Let... let your wife come in." Waiting outside the door wasn't a good idea. It would only make us a laughingstock. I should talk to her.
Xiao Tang left, and I didn't know how to face Xiao Ying. What attitude should I have? I could only pretend to continue working on the computer, focusing all my attention on it.
The door opened, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that familiar figure walk into the office, close the door, and leave, leaving my husband and me alone. Everyone in the company should have seen Xiaoying arrive and knew we had something to discuss; no one would disturb us in the office anytime soon.
After entering the office, Xiaoying took off her sunglasses, revealing red and swollen eyes, devoid of eyeshadow—she had clearly been crying. At that moment, my heart suddenly ached. I always gently comforted Xiaolai when she cried, but Xiaoying's crying was the most painful thing for me. I hadn't decided how to deal with her, so I remained "focused" on the computer, ignoring Xiaoying.
Seeing my reaction, Xiaoying knew my attitude. Without a word, she walked towards me with soft steps, still in her work clothes, slowly around my desk, and stood beside my chair.
She just stood there, looking at me silently, her eyes filled with tears that seemed ready to spill at any moment. I hardened my heart and didn't turn to look at her, continuing with my work.
After looking at me for a while, Xiaoying slowly lowered her body. Finally, to my surprise, she slowly knelt down facing me, kneeling beside me. Then she rested her upper body on my lap, her hands on my thighs, burying her face in my thighs. She lay on me and began to cry, her hands constantly gripping and releasing my pants. Although I couldn't feel Xiaoying's inner turmoil, hearing her sobs and feeling her hands constantly clenching and releasing, I knew, knowing Xiaoying's behavior, that she was heartbroken to the extreme...
Chapter 139 Companionship
Through my pants, I could feel the warmth of Xiaoying's face. I wondered if it was Xiaoying's tears seeping through my pants and dampening my thighs. Xiaoying's actions made it impossible for me to remain calm. I involuntarily stopped typing. I wasn't surprised that Xiaoying came to my company to question me, or that we argued. I wasn't surprised that she came seeking answers. But for Xiaoying to come to the company, kneel before me, and cry on my lap was completely unexpected.
Is this still the same wife who is cold and aloof to others, and assertive and indifferent in the workplace? I looked down at Xiaoying's hair at the back of her head, at her slightly trembling shoulders, at her hands that kept clenching and unclenching. I still felt a pang of reluctance. After all, I have always loved her, and this is the first time we've ever argued. I just looked down at her, unsure of what to say. Forgive her? My anger and resentment had nowhere to go. Should I continue to be angry with her? That would only make things worse. Did I really want to lose her?
Although I was very angry and annoyed today, I never thought about abandoning Xiaoying, nor did I ever think about divorcing her. After all, I love her. For her sake, I rarely go to places with questionable tastes, and I rarely go out for nightlife with colleagues. As for cheating, I've never done it, because I feel that no other woman can compare to my Xiaoying.
Xiaoying, who was still crying, probably noticed that I had stopped working. Without the sound of the keyboard, she slowly stopped crying, then raised her tear-streaked face. Her face was now a mess; her eyelids were swollen from crying, and her recently touched-up makeup was ruined again. After raising her head, Xiaoying knelt down on the ground, her hands on my legs, her head bowed, sobbing softly. Looking at Xiaoying's pitiful state, a pang of pity flashed through my heart. After all, she was my wife, and things had to be resolved. My anger this time had probably frightened her; it had served its purpose.
Xiaoying seemed to be hesitating, making a decision. Would she confess to me? If she confessed about her affair with her father, what should I do? Should I also confess to her, telling her that I was the one who secretly pushed and arranged everything? I'll leave it all to Xiaoying to decide. If Xiaoying confronts me, then I will tell her the truth.
"Honey, what's wrong with you today?" Xiaoying gently looked up at me, and when she realized I was looking at her too, her eyes met mine, and she quickly lowered her head again, speaking to me timidly.
"Did something happen? Tell me what's wrong, we'll face it together, even if the sky falls, we're not afraid." Xiaoying noticed I didn't reply. I didn't know why, perhaps she felt guilty; her voice was soft, and she avoided eye contact.
Hearing these two sentences, I knew she had no intention of being honest with me now. She planned to keep it a secret until the very end. She would never tell me about her relationship with her father unless absolutely necessary, because, according to their understanding, it would be devastating for the family if I found out. Xiaoying probably vaguely guessed that I knew about last night, which was why she was worried, but she wasn't sure if I really knew. So, she asked me why, and also to test the waters. If I hadn't discovered their affair, Xiaoying would definitely not be the first to confess.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just feeling really irritable today, I don't know why..." Xiaoying had already said a couple of sentences to me. Couples shouldn't hold grudges overnight; things always need to be resolved. I simply replied to Xiaoying. Since she didn't want to be honest, I had no intention of confronting her directly, since I never intended to confront them anyway.
"Then what's wrong? There must be a reason, right? This is the first time you've lost your temper. Tell your wife what's wrong. If I've done something wrong, tell me, and I'll definitely change..." Xiaoying burst into tears again. She remained kneeling, wiping her eyes with a tissue, looking extremely sincere.
"It has nothing to do with you, it's just that there's been too much going on lately, maybe the pressure is too much, and work isn't going well either. I've been particularly upset these past few days, and I've not only lost my temper with you, I've also scolded several of my subordinates..." I made up an excuse. I've never scolded my subordinates! I've always been very good to them; at work, I'm a typical benevolent leader.
"Can you tell me... really... really just because work is going badly, and the pressure is too much?" Xiaoying seemed hesitant to believe this was the reason, but secretly she breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed unwilling to give up, cautiously asking me.
"I don't want to talk about it now. You go back to work first. I'll tell you when I feel like it. I'm going back to work now, you can go back..." I couldn't find any other excuse, so I could only use refusal as a way to brush it off. I gave Xiaoying the hint to leave; after all, staying at the company for so long was a bad influence.
"No, I'm not going to work today, and I'm not going to university. I'm not going anywhere today. I'll stay here with you, I won't interfere with your work..." Xiaoying got up to walk to the side, but she stumbled and almost fell. It was clear that her knees were injured or numb from kneeling on the cold floor for so long. Fortunately, I reacted quickly. Seeing Xiaoying about to fall, I didn't have time to think; I instinctively got up and caught her, pulling her into my arms. Xiaoying was startled, but after the initial shock, she remained motionless, quietly nestled in my arms, and began to cry again. My unintentional action had made her feel my care and warmth.
"Alright, go back to work. You don't need to stay here with me..." I released Xiaoying, intending to let her go home. After all, I couldn't feel at ease with her here; the struggle in my heart and the scene from last night lingered.
"No, I must stay here with you today. You work..." Xiaoying wiped her tears with a tissue, then picked up her bag and limped to the sofa in the center of the office. She slowly sat down.
The office fell silent again. I began to "concentrate" on working on the project proposal, while Xiaoying sat quietly on the sofa, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes staring intently at me, her eyes filled with unspoken affection. Sometimes she would suddenly tremble with fear, and sometimes her face would show happiness and warmth. I occasionally glanced at Xiaoying out of the corner of my eye, seeing her unusually listless and dejected state, and my heart ached terribly. Although I maintained a cold facade, my heart was aching so much I could hardly breathe.
It was already noon, and my colleagues had all gone out for lunch. I had no appetite, and Xiaoying was still there, so I continued working on my proposal. After checking the time, Xiaoying quietly left the office, afraid of disturbing my work. She went back, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, though a little disappointed.
But I was wrong. Less than 20 minutes later, Xiaoying returned with bags of food. She quietly unpacked the food and placed it on my desk, tidying it up neatly.
"Let's eat first..." Xiaoying said softly to me after finishing her meal. She was indeed hungry; the few steamed buns she'd eaten that morning weren't enough to satisfy her hunger. I picked up my food and started eating...
But while I ate, Xiaoying didn't touch her chopsticks. She just rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched me eat, constantly putting food on my plate with her chopsticks. She looked at me with such affection, seemingly enjoying watching me eat...
"Why aren't you eating?" I felt a little embarrassed eating alone, so I couldn't help but ask Xiaoying.
"I'm not hungry..." Xiaoying paused for a moment when I suddenly spoke, then lowered her head and said softly. Actually, she wasn't not hungry; she just had no appetite.
"Eat with me..." I offered her a portion of food and set out her chopsticks. A warm light flashed in Xiaoying's eyes. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat slowly, but she didn't seem to taste the food; her mind seemed elsewhere. During lunch, Xiaoying seemed hesitant to speak several times, as if she had so much to say but couldn't bring herself to say it.
The lunch ended in a rather quiet and tense atmosphere…
From then until I left work in the evening, Xiaoying stayed in the office with me. She would occasionally clean the office for me, or pour me water, make tea, or coffee. She seemed constantly busy; this was the only way she could pass the time. When I rested my head on the desk during work, she would come over and massage my temples and shoulders.
Strangely, none of my colleagues bothered me today. The office door was only opened by Xiaoying; no one else came in, not even my assistant, Xiao Tang.
In the evening, after my colleagues had left, I took Xiaoying home. The journey was quiet. I didn't want to talk, and Xiaoying didn't dare to say anything to me either, just quietly keeping me company.
When we got home, my father had already prepared dinner. When he saw us, he greeted us with a smile, but because he felt guilty, the smile wasn't entirely natural.
Xiaoying saw her father and, perhaps remembering what happened last night, carefully took off her shoes, remaining very quiet. The two of them seemed a bit strange after work tonight; their usual laughter and playfulness were gone, replaced by silence. Her father seemed to sense something unusual about the couple's arrival, so after a brief greeting, he spoke very little. The situation at the dinner table was similar. Although everyone occasionally spoke to each other, the atmosphere was quite different from usual due to Xiaoying and me's behavior today, and her father seemed to have noticed something…
After dinner, I went straight to my bedroom. Xiaoying, who usually helps her father clear the table, followed me in. It seemed she followed me everywhere I went. I changed my clothes and sat down at the computer, while she changed and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, occasionally checking her phone, occasionally glancing at me, seemingly lost in thought.
I know she wants to talk to me. She's unsure if I know anything, which is why she's so uneasy. I know that if I don't talk to her tonight, she probably won't be able to sleep. But I desperately want her to go to sleep so I can find the answers to last night's events, to see if there's some hidden secret...
I was about to shut down the computer and talk to Xiaoying when my eyes inadvertently glanced at the water glass on the bedside table. It was the glass I used to take the aphrodisiac last night. This morning, Xiaoying and I got up in a rush, and no one had bothered to clean it. But this glass made me suspicious because it wasn't mine; it was Xiaoying's. Our glasses are a pair, identical in appearance, the only difference being the design. Mine has a cartoon boy on it, while Xiaoying's has a cartoon girl. I remember using my own glass when I took the aphrodisiac last night. Before and after I poured the water, only mine was on the bedside table. Why is it Xiaoying's now? Did I take the wrong glass last night? I suddenly remembered one of Xiaoying's old habits, and I suddenly understood something. My heart started pounding...
Chapter 140 Seeking Knowledge
After noticing the abnormality of the water cup, my brain short-circuited. Something's wrong, those were the first three words that came to my mind. Luckily, I had installed a webcam, so I could check the truth of the matter through video later.
Xiaoying was hesitant to speak, refusing to go to sleep, and I was anxious to watch the video. It was really a headache. After a while, Xiaoying seemed unable to hold back any longer. Seeing that I had stopped browsing the computer, she took my hand and gently shook it, her eyes looking at me tenderly. Although she hadn't spoken yet, I could already read a thousand words in her eyes.
"Honey, what's wrong with you today? Can you tell your wife? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I'll definitely change." Xiaoying couldn't help but speak first.
"Nothing, I'm just inexplicably upset today. Maybe it's because there's been too much going on lately, and the pressure is too much." I didn't turn around and replied lightly.
"What happened this morning won't happen again. I promise I'll get up on time every day to make you breakfast from now on. This morning was because... because... I drank last night and overslept." Xiaoying's explanation trailed off, her voice growing softer and softer, perhaps out of guilt, until she finally lowered her head.
I knew the real reason in my heart: she and her father were too tired from making love last night. But could I say it out loud and mock her?
"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." I didn't turn my head; Xiaoying didn't see my gaze. I'm sure after hearing her explanation, my eyes revealed contempt and distrust. But Xiaoying wasn't giving up. She gently shook my hand, seemingly wanting to get more information about the real reason.
"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep later." Feeling Xiaoying constantly touching my hand, I "ruthlessly" pulled it away and gave her the order again.
Xiaoying seemed very afraid of me today. When she saw me pull my hand away, her eyes reddened. She silently turned and climbed into bed, then lay down with her back to me. She was very quiet afterwards; I didn't know if she was really asleep, but her shoulders would occasionally tremble. Although she tried her best to suppress her cries, I could tell from her body language that she was crying, secretly crying with her back to me. A pang of heartache flashed through my heart. But I knew that if I wanted to achieve my goal of completely severing Xiaoying's ambiguous relationship with her father, I couldn't be soft-hearted now.
I didn't know what time Xiaoying would go to sleep, or maybe she wouldn't sleep at all that night. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I risked turning on the home security camera. To prevent Xiaoying from suddenly turning around to look at me, I could only open one monitor, and I shrunk the image, hiding it on the left side of the computer screen. This gave me enough time to react and close it. Even if Xiaoying turned around and glanced at it unexpectedly, she would probably think I was watching an online video.
I first turned on the video feed from our bedroom, freezing the timeline a few minutes before I went into the bathroom to shower.
I saw that after placing the water mixed with the aphrodisiac on the bedside table, I went to shower. Shortly after I entered the bathroom, Xiaoying came out of the bedroom and soon returned with a glass of water—a matching couple's glass, just with a different design. She placed the glass side-by-side with mine, mine on the left and hers on the right.
After placing the glass, she lay down on the bed and started playing on her phone. Our bed was on the left side of the bedside table, so my glass was closest to the bed. Xiaoying was on her phone, perhaps reading news, a novel, or maybe browsing Taobao. After a while, she probably noticed the water was getting cold. Twenty minutes had passed since I went into the bathroom. She stared intently at her phone screen, reaching for her glass with her left hand. Because she wasn't looking at the glass and mine was closest to her, she grabbed mine without even realizing it.
Watching Xiaoying sip my water, the water mixed with aphrodisiac, one sip at a time, I realized how stupid I was. Why didn't I wait for the water to cool down before showering last night? This whole mess happened without me even knowing. If I had seen her, I would have stopped her.
Under my watchful eye, Xiaoying slowly finished the water in the glass. My heart was bleeding. I knew it was too late to stop her, since I was watching a video replay. I knew Xiaoying wasn't drinking aphrodisiacs, but something that would temporarily corrupt her.
Seeing this, I finally understood why I felt the aphrodisiac hadn't worked last night. I hadn't actually drunk any aphrodisiac; I had just drunk a glass of plain water. I also understood why Xiaoying was so sexually frustrated and frantic last night, even raping me once. The aphrodisiac hadn't worn off; my beloved wife, Xiaoying, had drunk it, causing her to lose her sense of self and turn a lady into a harlot. My father and I had both experienced the power of aphrodisiacs firsthand.
Seeing this, I felt a little better. At least it proved that Xiaoying's actions last night were due to the aphrodisiac. Although the aphrodisiac wasn't the whole reason, it was definitely the main one. I continued reading...
Xiaoying finished drinking her water and playing on her phone. She was about to take the water glass out. But just as she got out of bed with the glass, she suddenly realized she had taken the wrong glass and drunk the wrong water. She paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. So what if she drank the wrong water? What's the big deal? It's her husband's glass; she wouldn't care. She then took the glass and left the bedroom.
A little while later, I came out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. I didn't notice the difference in the glass and drank the real water. Xiaoying didn't tell me. Well, it was a small matter; there was no need to tell me. We're an old married couple; what's wrong with drinking from each other's glasses?
I don't need to read what happened next. Under the influence of the drug, Xiaoying "raped" me thoroughly, leaving me weak. In the end, I had to "play dead" to escape.
I remember hearing something unusual about the sound of water in the bathroom that day. I wondered what had happened while Xiaoying was taking a shower that night. I immediately turned off the video feed in our bedroom and then turned on the bathroom. After I pretended to be asleep, Xiaoying went to the bathroom to take a shower, partly to wash away the traces of sex, and partly to quell her rising desire.
In the bathroom, Xiaoying turned on the water heater and started showering. However, I noticed she kept lowering the water temperature; perhaps she wanted it colder, or perhaps only cold water could sober her up and gradually extinguish her desire. After showering, Xiaoying's condition hadn't improved; her face was still flushed, and her breathing remained uneven. After turning off the water, Xiaoying admired her figure in the mirror, her perfectly proportioned body displayed nakedly under the bathroom light.
After admiring herself for a while, Xiaoying bit her lower lip, then reached for her genitals and began gently touching herself. At the same time, she bit her lip and began to moan softly. Her eyes were slightly closed; I wondered what she was thinking—was she thinking about having sex with me or about having sex with her father? I think it was more likely her father.
Gradually, Xiaoying probably felt that self-masturbation wasn't enough. She slightly parted her legs and slowly sat on the toilet seat. Then, she inserted her slender index and middle fingers into her vagina and began to imitate a man's movements, only she used her fingers instead of a penis. Perhaps finger insertion was much better than self-masturbation; Xiaoying couldn't help but moan softly. Because she bit her lower lip, she kept emitting muffled groans and nasal sounds. Slowly, fluid flowed from Xiaoying's vagina, covering her fingers, trickling down her inner thighs, and finally flowing onto the bathroom floor, forming a puddle of glistening fluid.
But how could a woman's fingers compare to a man's penis? If every woman could satisfy herself with her fingers, then what was the use of men? After moaning for a while, Xiaoying still hadn't reached orgasm. She stopped masturbating, her expression showing a hint of dissatisfaction and dejection. She stood up and sighed. She stood there, lost in thought, her gaze fixed on one side of the bathroom wall, as if trying to see through it.
Looking at the direction Xiaoying was staring in the video, I knew that the other side of that wall led to her father's bedroom. At that moment, Xiaoying truly thought of her father for the first time, realizing that perhaps only he could fully satisfy her sexual needs.
Xiaoying stared at the wall for a long time, then suddenly turned her head back and began shaking it wildly. Her beautiful hair flew wildly as she shook it, like a drug addict who had taken an overdose of ecstasy. I knew she was trying to shake the image of her father out of her mind. After a while, she stopped, bending over slightly and breathing heavily. The effects of the aphrodisiac were gradually increasing; her body was becoming increasingly sexually craving, and she was desperately trying to control her desires.
"Whoosh..." Xiaoying turned on the shower again. I saw that before turning it on, she had lowered the water temperature to the lowest setting. The water was now completely cold, but compared to the burning heat on her body, only the cold water seemed to offer some relief. Perhaps the cold water could truly extinguish her burning desire. Xiaoying let the cold water flow over every corner of her body. Finally, she even vigorously rinsed her vagina with the showerhead, hoping to completely eliminate the itching.
I've tried this aphrodisiac myself; it definitely arouses strong sexual desire. I just didn't expect it to work so well on women. I originally thought this kind of aphrodisiac only worked on men. After rinsing for a while, Xiaoying turned off the water. Then, while drying herself, she controlled her breathing. Although the cold water made her more alert for a short time, the effect didn't seem as good as she had hoped.
At that moment, I finally understood the strangeness in the bathroom that night. Why Xiaoying had stayed in the bathroom for so long, and why the sound of running water had occurred twice—it turned out that during the interval between the two water sounds, Xiaoying had been masturbating. After drying herself, Xiaoying opened the bathroom door. As she closed the door, she stood at the doorway, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards her father's bedroom door. I knew that at this moment, she was already tempted, truly desiring to enter her father's bedroom and make love with him. However, she bit her lip; she seemed not to have forgotten her promise. She closed her eyes and forced herself to turn her head away. She seemed to still hold onto a last glimmer of hope. She returned to the bedroom and nudged me, trying to wake me up, but no matter how much she tried, I pretended to be asleep. This ultimately extinguished her last hope, completely shifting her focus for the night to her father.
Finally, Xiaoying gave up on me. She knew I wouldn't wake up again tonight, and she was also certain I was fast asleep. She could go to her father's bedroom without worry. Due to a series of unfortunate events—taking the wrong aphrodisiac, my feigned sleep subtly instigating things, and Xiaoying's unresolved sexual desires—the story that followed last night unfolded...
Chapter 141: The First Change
. After reading this, I didn't know how to feel. If I only blamed Xiaoying, wouldn't I be being a bit too harsh? Actually, wasn't I the one who played the main role from beginning to end? At this point, blaming others would seem too irresponsible and spineless. I had to be brave enough to take responsibility. Did I have to completely forgive Xiaoying and go back to the way things were before? No, if I wanted to achieve my goal of getting Xiaoying to sever her ambiguous relationship with her father, now was not the time to be soft-hearted. I didn't plan to confront Xiaoying directly, but I wanted to keep her guessing, to make her think I might know about her and her father, or I might not, so she wouldn't dare to act recklessly in the future. Gradually, I would achieve my goal of getting her to voluntarily sever her relationship with her father.
I've already planned things out for Xiaoying. As for my father… I don't want to hurt him. After all, he raised me, and besides, I blame him less than I blame Xiaoying. He's too simple-minded and lacks conviction compared to Xiaoying. Moreover, he's a lonely old man struggling with his sexual desires. If he, as a man, could remain unmoved after all this, it would be abnormal. Are there really men in the world who are physiologically normal and unmoved by the allure of a beautiful woman? Even if there are, they're the rarest of men. Of course, my father isn't one of those rare exceptions.
Besides, I owe my father so much. I can punish my wife, but can I punish my father? Filial piety is paramount, and all of this was what I initially wanted. What right do I have to blame the father I've wronged my entire life? Although I feel some resentment towards him, I absolutely don't hate him. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. Facing my father, I always feel indebted, perhaps because my mother passed away so early.
Moreover, in the next few days, without me saying anything, my father will definitely notice the coldness in my relationship with Xiaoying. If he notices anything unusual, he will definitely start overthinking, wondering if his affair with Xiaoying has been exposed. After all, people with a guilty conscience tend to think about what they fear most being exposed. So, although my current approach is somewhat extreme, it's the only way I can think of right now: without confronting my father and Xiaoying, I can achieve the goal of warning them both, making them completely afraid and restrained, and they will never be able to figure out whether I know about it. It achieves the same deterrent effect without a confrontation, and avoids the chaos and uncontrollable family dynamics that follow.
Having figured this out, I glanced at Xiaoying, who had calmed down. I didn't know if she was asleep yet, but based on my understanding of her, she certainly wasn't, given the huge shock she had suffered. She was afraid and helpless because I had suddenly lost my temper with her, and because she felt guilty, she didn't dare to confront me directly. This was the first time I had seen Xiaoying so vulnerable. However, seeing all this, I felt a little comforted. After all, the more heartbroken and upset Xiaoying is, the more she cares about me, her husband.
Having learned about Xiaoying's accidental ingestion of sex drugs and her masturbation in the bathroom, the next step was to watch the scene of Xiaoying and her father having sex. My mouse hovered over the computer screen, wanting to access the surveillance footage of my father's bedroom, but I hesitated. My mindset had changed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. If I watched the scene of my father and Xiaoying having sex, would I suddenly lose control of my emotions? Would I impulsively do something I would regret? Would I let things spiral out of control?
Because I had been feeling very down and depressed last night and today, I had no sex drive at all. If I happened to have sex, watching the video of my father and Xiaoying having sex would provide a bittersweet experience, a kind of "neutralizing" effect. But when a person is sad and has no interest in anything, can't they have sex? I think most men in reality would.
I glanced at Xiaoying. If she wasn't asleep, would she notice if I opened the video of her having sex with her father? Even though I'm wearing a headset, in this quiet room, any sounds coming through it—like her moans and the sounds of flesh colliding with her father during sex—will still be audible. If Xiaoying isn't asleep, and she hears those familiar, faint sounds through the headset, will she jump out of bed, terrified, and then, ashamed, jump off the building to commit suicide?
When I was watching Xiaoying accidentally drink the sex drug and masturbate in the bathroom, I kept the monitor volume down to the lowest setting. Since there was no dialogue, only faint moans, in those scenes, I didn't need to hear the monitor clearly. But the scene of Xiaoying and her father having sex is different. Watching their sexual activity is important, but their conversation is even more crucial. If I were to watch a silent sex drama later, wouldn't I be even more anxious? After much deliberation, I decided not to take the risk tonight. I would wait until my mood improved, when I felt I could handle it, and when conditions allowed, before unraveling the mystery of Xiaoying and her father's sex in the bedroom last night.
I shut down the computer. Although the lingering desire made me somewhat unwilling, I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had escaped a major ordeal, making me feel incredibly relaxed.
Lying in bed, I turned my head and looked out the window at the twinkling stars in the night sky. However, the stars didn't evoke the bright and vibrant positive images in my mind at that moment. I seemed to see those stars transforming into countless sperm, densely packed and uncountable. From this, I imagined the countless amounts of semen my father had ejaculated into Xiaoying's vagina and uterus. Although Xiaoying would wash it away afterward, countless amounts remained in her uterus, waiting for the eggs secreted by her ovaries. Although the contraceptive ring prevented the successful transmission, the desire between them, separated by the ring and facing each other, could not be blocked.
When people are negative, everything they see tends to be negative. I closed my eyes, no longer looking at the stars, which seemed like a huge irony to me. With my eyes closed, I tried to find a sliver of sleepiness in my mind, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, I slowly drifted off to sleep. I'm not a heavy sleeper, and with so many thoughts running through my mind that night, I was practically half-asleep. Shortly after I fell asleep, I felt my mattress shake slightly. In my hazy state, I clearly heard a sound; it must have been Xiaoying moving beside me. After a few slight shakes, I heard some rustling sounds, but no one got out of bed to put on shoes, and no door opened.
Although something seemed off, I felt that Xiaoying wouldn't take advantage of me while I was asleep to have sex with my father again. After all, today's lesson for Xiaoying was quite profound; she didn't have that kind of guts. If she dared to go to my father's room while I was asleep tonight, then she would be truly beyond redemption. Although I was convinced, I still groggily opened my eyes a crack in the darkness. I saw Xiaoying had sat up, then curled up her knees, sometimes burying her face in them, sometimes turning to look at me, her face showing deep fatigue and weariness.
She really hadn't fallen asleep. Luckily, I hadn't impulsively turned on the computer tonight for a video call. After observing Xiaoying for a while, I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long Xiaoying had been sitting with her knees curled up. When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I opened my eyes, and Xiaoying was no longer beside me. I heard clattering sounds coming from the living room; Xiaoying had gotten up early to prepare breakfast. After what happened yesterday, she had learned her lesson today. Would her change begin today?
I groggily got out of bed, changed my clothes, and then left the bedroom. Xiaoying saw me immediately, and after a glance, she quickly lowered her head and looked away. Xiaoying's face was pale. Although her hair had been washed, it lacked its usual smoothness and shine. Even with makeup, she couldn't hide her bloodshot eyes and haggard appearance. This was the first time I'd seen Xiaoying so disheveled since our marriage.
"Get up, wash up and eat..." Xiaoying's voice was usually incredibly gentle, but I noticed a hint of hoarseness.
"Did I go too far?" I kept asking myself, my cold heart beginning to melt.
But remembering my purpose, I forced myself to accept it twice: a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one; time will change everything.
I softly hummed in agreement. Then I went to the bathroom to wash up, only to find my toothpaste already squeezed out and my toothbrush cup filled with water. Xiaoying must have done it. This was the first time in history, and my heart fluttered with a gentle warmth. Let me see what changes my beloved Xiaoying will bring.
My father got up early this morning as well. We ate breakfast at the table. He had noticed our unusual behavior last night. He tried to find topics to talk about, and Xiaoying and I responded with half-hearted words. Eventually, feeling awkward, he just ate his breakfast quietly, glancing at me and Xiaoying occasionally. Xiaoying looked visibly haggard today, and I had a perpetually deadpan expression. My father felt guilty, and perhaps remembering the night before last, his expression became unnatural, his subtle expressions constantly shifting. Because Xiaoying and I had hastily eaten dinner and gone back to our bedroom to give each other the cold shoulder last night, he wasn't sure if something had happened between us. This morning, he was finally certain—something must have happened between Xiaoying and me. My father ate breakfast absentmindedly, even his hand holding the milk trembled, spilling some.
Breakfast ended with all three of us preoccupied with their own thoughts. Walking to the company, my mind raced. The plan to intimidate was undeniably successful, but I wondered about its ultimate effect. I hoped things would turn out well and that no unexpected problems would arise. Although it had undoubtedly impacted Xiaoying and her father, I hoped the damage to them wouldn't be too severe.
After a long day, I decided to implement another plan that evening, to give them one last dose of drastic measures. I decided to stay out all night. You see, since we got married, I've never stayed out all night except when I was on business trips. If I didn't come home, Xiaoying would definitely worry and experience for the first time the complex emotions my absence would cause her, pushing her already turbulent emotions to their peak. Besides, without me home, Xiaoying and her father would likely have some interaction, and perhaps even a physical relationship between them. This would be a practical test of my plan.
When it was time to leave work, I called my father to tell him I had a dinner party and wouldn't be home. After hanging up the phone, I led a group of cheerful colleagues towards the restaurant. After all, we usually split the bill at gatherings, and it wasn't common for me, as the boss, to personally treat everyone. I
wasn't going home tonight, but where should I stay? This difficult question popped into my head…
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After reading this, I don't know how I feel. If I only blame Xiaoying and my father, wouldn't I be too selfish? Actually, wasn't I the one who played the main role from beginning to end? Now, turning around and blaming others seems irresponsible and spineless. I should take responsibility for my actions. In truth, I deserve it, so how could I blame Xiaoying?
As for my father… I don't want to hurt him. After all, he raised me. Besides, compared to Xiaoying, I blame my father less. He's too simple-minded, not firm enough in his thinking, and a lonely old man who has lost his partner and whose sexual desires are unmet. If my father, as a man, could remain unmoved after all this, it would seem too immoral. Are there really men in the world who are physiologically normal and unmoved by the temptations of a stunningly beautiful woman? Even if there are, they are the rarest of men. Of course, my father is definitely not one of those rare men.

Furthermore, I owe my father far too much. I can punish my wife, but can I punish my father? Filial piety is the foundation of all virtues, and this is what I initially wanted. What right do I have to blame the father I owe my entire life? Although I harbor some resentment towards my father, I absolutely do not hate him. Even if I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. Facing my father, I will always feel indebted, perhaps because my mother passed away early.
After watching the video, the resentment in my heart has lessened considerably. My previously hardened heart has softened at this moment. This does not represent my cowardice, but rather the responsibility and accountability that a person should have. The responsibility is not entirely Xiaoying's. As for why my father agreed to have a relationship with Xiaoying while I was at home, perhaps there was some special reason. I can only find the answer in the surveillance footage from that night.
Actually, thinking carefully about my thoughts and feelings these past few days, what I fear most is the situation spiraling out of control. Hearing the sounds of Xiaoying and my father making love for the first time made me feel fear for the first time, making me afraid that everything would slip out of my control, and that Xiaoying would eventually leave me. The "warning shot" had already worked. If I continued like this, it might really tear this family apart.
And in the next few days, without me saying anything, my father would definitely notice the coldness between Xiaoying and me. If he noticed anything unusual, he would definitely start overthinking, wondering if his affair with Xiaoying had been exposed. After all, a guilty conscience often thinks about what it fears most. So, although my current approach is somewhat extreme, it's the only way I can think of right now: without confronting my father and Xiaoying, I can achieve the same deterrent effect, making them completely afraid and restrained, and they'll never know whether I know or not. It achieves the same deterrent effect without a confrontation, but without the chaos and uncontrollable family dynamic that would follow. This way, I can keep the current situation under control.
Having figured this out, I glanced at Xiaoying, who had calmed down. I didn't know if she was asleep yet, but based on my understanding of her, she certainly wasn't, given the immense emotional shock she had suffered. She was frightened and helpless because of my sudden outburst of anger, and because she felt guilty, she dared not confront me directly. This was the first time I had seen Xiaoying so vulnerable. However, seeing this, I felt a little comforted. After all, the more heartbroken and upset Xiaoying was, the more she cared about me, her husband.
After learning about Xiaoying's accidental ingestion of aphrodisiacs and her masturbation in the bathroom, the next step was to watch Xiaoying and her father having sex. I moved the mouse around the computer screen, wanting to access the surveillance footage of my father's bedroom, but I hesitated. Not for any other reason than that my mindset had changed. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle seeing that scene. If I watched my father and Xiaoying having sex, would I suddenly lose control of my emotions? Would I impulsively do something I would regret? Would I let things spiral out of control?
Because I had been feeling very down and depressed last night and today, I had no sex drive at all. If I watch the video of my father and Xiaoying having sex when I'm sexually aroused, it can give me a bittersweet experience, acting as a kind of "neutralizing" effect. But when someone is sad and has no mood for anything, can they still feel sexually aroused? I think most men in reality would feel that way.
I turned to look at Xiaoying. If she wasn't asleep, would she notice if I turned on the video of her having sex with her father? After all, even though I was wearing earpieces, in this quiet room, the sounds coming through the earpieces—like her moans and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh—would all be heard. If Xiaoying wasn't asleep, and heard those familiar, faint sounds coming through the earpieces, would she immediately jump out of bed, terrified, and then, ashamed to face anyone, jump off the building to commit suicide?
Just now, while watching Xiaoying accidentally drink the sex drug and masturbate in the bathroom, I turned the monitor's volume down to the lowest setting. After all, in the scenes of Xiaoying accidentally drinking the sex drug and masturbating in the bathroom, there was no dialogue, only faint moans, so there was no need for me to hear the monitor's sound clearly. However, monitoring the scene of Xiaoying and her father having sex is different. Watching the process of their sex is important, but their dialogue is even more crucial. If I were to watch a silent sex drama later, wouldn't I become even more anxious?
After thinking it over, I decided that I couldn't take the risk tonight. I would wait until my mood improved, when I felt I could handle it, and when conditions allowed, before I would unravel the mystery of Xiaoying and her father's sex in the bedroom last night. I shut down the computer. Although my thirst for knowledge made me a little unwilling, I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had dodged a major disaster, making me feel incredibly relaxed.
Lying in bed, I turned my head and looked out the window at the countless stars in the night sky. But these stars didn't evoke the bright, vibrant, positive images I envisioned. Instead, I imagined them transforming into countless sperm, so numerous and densely packed that I couldn't count them all. This led me to imagine the countless drops of semen my father had ejaculated into Xiaoying's vagina and uterus. Although Xiaoying washed it away afterward, countless drops remained in her uterus, waiting for the eggs released from her ovaries. Even though the IUD prevented them from meeting, their yearning, though separated by the ring, couldn't be blocked.
When a person is negative, everything they see tends to be negative. I closed my eyes, no longer looking at the stars; they seemed like a cruel irony. With my eyes closed, I tried to find a sliver of sleep in my mind. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I slowly drifted off to sleep. I'm not a heavy sleeper to begin with, and with so many thoughts running through my mind that night, I was practically half-asleep. Shortly after I fell asleep, I felt my mattress shake slightly. In my hazy state, I clearly heard a sound; it must have been Xiaoying moving beside me. After a few slight shakes, I heard sparse noises beside me, but no one got out of bed to put on shoes, nor did the door open.
Although something was amiss, I felt that Xiaoying wouldn't take advantage of me while I was asleep to have sex with my father again. After all, today's lesson for Xiaoying was quite profound; she didn't have that kind of courage. If she dared to go to my father's room again tonight while I was asleep, then she would truly be beyond redemption. Although I was convinced of this, I still groggily opened my eyes a crack in the darkness. I saw that Xiaoying had sat up, then curled up her knees, sometimes burying her face in them, sometimes turning to look at me, her face showing deep fatigue and weariness.
She really hadn't fallen asleep. Luckily, I hadn't impulsively turned on the computer tonight. After observing Xiaoying for a while, I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long Xiaoying had been sitting with her knees curled up tonight. When I woke up, it was already the next morning. Opening my eyes, Xiaoying was no longer beside me. I heard clattering sounds coming from the living room; Xiaoying had gotten up early to prepare breakfast. After what happened yesterday, she had learned her lesson today. Would her change begin today?
I groggily got out of bed, changed my clothes, and then walked out of the bedroom. Xiaoying saw me immediately. After a brief eye contact, she quickly lowered her head and looked away. Xiaoying's face was pale. Although her hair had been washed, it lacked its usual smoothness and shine. Although she was wearing makeup, it couldn't hide her bloodshot eyes and haggard face. This was the first time I had seen Xiaoying so disheveled since we got married.
"Get up, wash up and eat..." Xiaoying's voice was incredibly gentle, but I still caught the slight hoarseness in it with my keen ears.
"Did I go a little too far?" I kept asking myself, my cold heart seemingly beginning to melt. But thinking of my purpose, I couldn't help but force myself again: a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one; time will slowly change everything.
I softly hummed in agreement, then went to the bathroom to wash up. I found my toothpaste already squeezed out and my toothbrush cup filled with water. No doubt, it must have been Xiaoying. This was the first time this had ever happened, and a gentle warmth filled my heart. Let me see what changes my beloved Xiaoying will undergo in the future.
My father also got up early today. We ate breakfast at the table. He had noticed our unusual behavior last night. He tried to find topics to talk about, and Xiaoying and I made only half-hearted responses. Eventually, feeling awkward, he quietly ate his breakfast, only occasionally glancing at me and then at Xiaoying. Xiaoying's haggard appearance today was too obvious, and I had been wearing a deadpan expression the whole time. My father felt guilty, and perhaps remembering the night before last, his expression became unnatural, his subtle expressions constantly shifting. Because Xiaoying and I had a quick dinner last night and went back to our bedroom to have a cold war, he wasn't sure if something had happened between us. This morning, he finally realized that something must have happened between Xiaoying and me. My father was distracted while eating breakfast; his hand holding the milk even trembled, and he spilled some.
Breakfast ended with all three of us preoccupied with our own thoughts. On my way to the company, I kept thinking. The plan to "make a scene" had been successfully implemented, but I didn't know how effective it would be. I hoped things would turn out well and that there wouldn't be any unexpected problems. Although it had impacted Xiaoying and my father, I hoped the damage to them wouldn't be too great.
After a busy day, I decided not to go home tonight. At work, I could find some peace and quiet and also review the security footage to try and find the real answer to what happened that night.
When it was time to leave work, I called my father to tell him I was working overtime and wouldn't be home. After hanging up the phone, I waited for the end of the workday, waiting for all my colleagues to leave so I would be the only one left in the company. And since I wouldn't be home tonight, perhaps Xiaoying and my father would be talking about something…
Chapter 142 Collapse
Slowly, time passed, and my colleagues all left the company, leaving me all alone again. This scene was so familiar, ever since the first night I created an opportunity for my father and Xiaoying. I ordered takeout; a full stomach is essential for energy and resistance.
While I was eating, that familiar ringtone, "Wife, Wife, I Love You," rang. I took out my phone and saw it was Xiaoying calling. A sense of relief flashed through my heart. Just moments before, I had been quite nervous about whether Xiaoying would call me, but the moment she called, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved. She must have heard from my father after work that I was working overtime and wouldn't be home.
"Hello…" I answered the phone simply, my voice flat, but warmer than usual, no longer so weak.
"Honey, Dad... he said you're working overtime tonight. Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to bring you some food?" Xiaoying said hesitantly, her voice cautious but full of worry.
"No need, I'm eating now, I ordered takeout..." With just a few simple words, Xiaoying seemed to sense that my voice wasn't so cold anymore.
"Then your husband shouldn't work too late, get some rest." Perhaps Xiaoying sensed the long-lost warmth in my voice, or perhaps she was afraid of delaying my work, and quickly prepared to hang up.
After finishing my meal, I inserted the dongle into my computer and opened the video software. But then I suddenly hesitated. Should I watch the video replay from that night first? Or should I check the home security camera footage first? After thinking it over, I decided to check the home security camera footage first. Firstly, to see if Xiaoying and her father had any interaction, and secondly, I wanted to see if Xiaoying and her father would take advantage of my overtime work tonight to make love again, and whether my deterrent plan had been effective.
I set the video surveillance time to when Xiaoying got off work. When she arrived home, her father had already prepared dinner. He seemed distracted, preoccupied. After Xiaoying entered the house, her father glanced at her, his eyes filled with melancholy and helplessness. Once Xiaoying was home, her father told her that I wouldn't be home for dinner. At that moment, I saw Xiaoying, who had just entered, suddenly freeze. Usually, when I worked overtime, I would call her, not her father. But tonight, I hadn't called.
Hearing her father's message, Xiaoying, who was taking off her shoes at the door, suddenly stopped, one foot still in mid-air, her eyes vacant, as if all color had vanished. Finally, her father reminded her, and Xiaoying came back to her senses. The two of them ate without exchanging a word. Xiaoying remained lost in thought; perhaps she didn't even taste the food, and I wondered what she was thinking. Her father, looking at Xiaoying, seemed hesitant to speak.
"Xiaoying, you and Jincheng seem a bit off lately? What happened?" After holding it in for so long, her father finally blurted out his concerns, asking the question that had been weighing on his mind. After all, it was rare for him to be away from home tonight, a rare opportunity for the two of them to talk privately.
"Hmm? Ah…no…nothing…he's had some problems at his company lately, and he hasn't been in a good mood…" Xiaoying's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her father, and she responded without a clear answer.
"But…it's possible that he found out that night…" Her father asked the question that concerned him most. After saying this, he waited for Xiaoying's answer, his hands trembling nervously, as if he couldn't hold the chopsticks. Xiaoying was stunned by her father's question. She froze, her red lips trembling slightly. Wasn't this the very question her father had been worrying about and wondering about these past few days? Originally, she hadn't dared to consider this possibility, but her father's sudden question seemed to have shattered the last barrier in her heart.
"I don't know, I don't know. He doesn't tell me anything. Even though it's only been two days, he's driving me crazy. When I ask him, he won't say anything..." Xiaoying suddenly put down her chopsticks, grabbed her hair, and started crying. It was clear that her father had shattered her last shred of hope, and her emotions suddenly collapsed when she wasn't facing me.
Seeing Xiaoying like this, her father, as usual, would have comforted her. But this time, seeing her like this, he froze, as if he had lost his soul. He could only close his eyes, his face filled with fear and guilt, and he pressed his hand to his forehead to prevent himself from falling off the table. At this moment, one was crying, the other was troubled; perhaps only now did they truly feel worry and regret. The only thing that could save them was that last sliver of possibility and hope.
"Okay, Dad, don't get so worked up. Maybe we're overthinking it. Jincheng has had a lot going on lately; maybe he's under too much pressure. It's not necessarily that he discovered anything about us. Don't scare yourself..." Xiaoying stopped crying. Seeing her father's extremely distressed appearance, she wiped away her tears with a tissue. She felt that her sudden loss of control had unintentionally troubled her father. If she had frightened him, causing him to fall ill or do something foolish, then she would feel terrible. Xiaoying couldn't help but try to comfort her father.
"I hope we're overthinking it. If Jincheng really finds out something, don't take the blame. I'd rather risk my old life to make Jincheng forgive you. It's all my fault. I'm not a good father. Why couldn't I resist the temptation? If he really finds out, then I'll atone with my life. I don't ask him to forgive me, this beastly father. I only hope he can forgive you." The father suddenly looked much older. He raised his head and spoke gently to Xiaoying, his eyes filled with determination.
"No, no, Dad, don't do anything foolish. You've already been through something. If you do that, not only will you not achieve your goal, but you'll also put Jincheng in an even more difficult situation again. Besides, things aren't clear yet. Let's not scare ourselves like this, okay? Besides, it's not all your fault. It's all fate playing tricks on us. Everything, everything, is...sigh..." Xiaoying comforted her father. Watching the video on the monitor, I completely agreed with Xiaoying's point of view. Putting aside the fact that I was the mastermind behind this, the biggest fault lies with me. Even if it really is all my father's fault, I can't say I forgive him, but I absolutely cannot let my father atone with his life. Between fault and life, fault seems insignificant.
I smoked while watching the video. There was plenty of time tonight, and I didn't seem to be in a hurry. Dinner for the two of us ended in sorrow. My father went to clear the dishes, while Xiaoying returned to our bedroom. Dinner for the two of us was usually filled with sweetness and ambiguity. This was the first time we had such a negative atmosphere. Watching the worried couple in the video, I knew my tactic of "scare tactics" had worked. Leaving aside the future, at least for tonight, would they still be in the mood for intimacy?
I saw Xiaoying return to our bedroom, calm herself for a long time, and then take out her phone to make that call. After hanging up, Xiaoying couldn't help but give a bitter smile. She played on her phone for a while, but she was preoccupied and couldn't concentrate on it at all. After playing on her phone for a while, she turned on her computer and logged into that forum. Perhaps at this moment, Xiaoying could only pour out and vent her inner troubles in the forum's blog.
In the video, Xiaoying's blog post wasn't very long, but she wrote for a long time. She would pause occasionally, her face showing reminiscence, hesitation, struggle, and sorrow. Several times, she even leaned on the computer desk to calm herself before continuing. At the end of the post, after Xiaoying finished writing, the sorrow and melancholy on her face reached their peak. What did Xiaoying write in her diary? It caused so many changes in her expression, and it seems that at the end, the incredibly strong Xiaoying broke down again. After finishing her entry, she clicked publish, and then she buried her face in her arms at her computer desk and cried for a very long time.
What exactly did she write in that diary? I feel that Xiaoying's diary must contain many things and secrets; I'm filled with curiosity about it. After crying for a long time, Xiaoying lay down on the bed, seemingly exhausted. Seeing Xiaoying crying so sadly, I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. These past two days have been enough for Xiaoying; shouldn't I also find some peace within myself?
Xiaoying remained in bed. I checked the screen of her father's bedroom; he was also lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It was clear that he was extremely worried, perhaps also blaming himself for what happened that night. It seemed tonight would be another sleepless night for both of them. Nothing special will happen tonight...
After turning off the surveillance and learning what happened between the two tonight, I don't have many feelings or thoughts right now. How should I put it? It's pretty much what I expected. It's also expected that the two of them didn't have any ambiguous relationship tonight. What I'm most concerned about now is that diary entry that Xiaoying wrote for a very long time, the one that finally broke her down...
Chapter 143 Thunderbolt
Thinking of the way Xiaoying looked at the end of her diary, that expression contained so much: fear, regret, helplessness, and deep guilt... What exactly happened? I don't know why, but seeing Xiaoying's complex emotions, I also felt scared. Could something have happened that even the strong Xiaoying couldn't bear?
Before even opening Xiaoying's forum, I was already speculating. Could it be related to that night? Could it be... ***? Anal sex? For some reason, this dark thought suddenly popped into my mind. Previously, I had suggested to Xiaoying that it was a case of ***, but Xiaoying thought it wasn't normal sex and couldn't accept that kind of sexual activity. I saw the determination in her expression at the time, so after she refused a few times, I never brought it up again.
Could it be that Xiaoying, aided by the aphrodisiac, had a new breakthrough with her father that night? Could it be that her father had taken her virginity? The thought of her father's egg-sized glans being inserted into Xiaoying's pink, tight anus filled me with fear, as if I had suddenly lost my most cherished possession.
Calm down, I must calm down. Things aren't clear yet; it's too early to let my imagination run wild.
I have two ways to find the answer. First, I need to check Xiaoying's diary; that's the fastest way. If it's not clear in her diary, then there's still the surveillance video I haven't watched. Finding the answer wasn't difficult for me; it was just that the surveillance video was like Pandora's box. I was afraid to open it, fearing it would re-influence my attitude and feelings towards Xiaoying.
After much thought, I decided to start with the quickest method. I logged into Xiaoying's forum and opened her newly written blog post: "Fear. This is the first time I've truly felt fear, the fear of losing my family and marriage. All along, I've carefully navigated between my husband and father-in-law, selfishly enjoying the love my husband gave me and the sex my father-in-law provided. I always thought I could greedily enjoy the spiritual and physical nourishment from both men." "
But I was wrong. I don't think I really considered what the consequences would be if things were exposed. If one day, my affair with my father-in-law is revealed, how will my husband treat me and this family? He might choose divorce, and the family will break apart; he might choose to forgive, but he will definitely not tolerate it. Even if he forgives me in the end, I will no longer be pure in his heart. I might lose his love, and this family will be dead in name only."
"Just two days ago, I don't know what I took wrong, but I actually... I actually went to my father-in-law's room and had sex with him while he was drunk and unconscious, even though my husband was home. I don't know why I was so horny and thirsty that night, that I took such a huge risk to have an affair with my father-in-law, completely disregarding my husband who was still at home. In my last blog post, I planned to end my ambiguous relationship with my father-in-law, but I broke that promise and vow. I hate myself. Am I really going to be controlled by lust? Is my body really inseparable from my father-in-law? Between sex and love, has sex surpassed love and taken over? These past few days, I've suddenly hated myself. Why am I so despicable? Am I still the same person I used to be?"
Reading this, I felt helpless. If Xiaoying hadn't mistakenly taken aphrodisiacs that night, would there have been that story and this blog post? If there's any fault, the biggest fault lies with me. Can everything be considered fate? Xiaoying has been caught in a struggle between sex and love, but the real culprit who disrupted this balance is me, her husband, and arguably the biggest victim now.
Xiaoying hates herself for being shameless in her diary; shouldn't I hate myself for deserving this fate at this moment? From the initial instigation, from when Xiaoying and her father truly developed sexual interest in each other, I've recalled this process countless times. Perhaps all I've gained is a recovered body and increasingly distorted sexual attitudes.

While I've recovered physically, it seems my psychology is starting to falter. Is this outcome a loss for me? If Xiaoying and her father completely sever ties in the future, my psychology might recover, but will my physical problems plummet again?
I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll keep reading; my focus now is finding the answers I seek.
"During this period, I suffered a great emotional blow for many reasons. First, after having sex with my father-in-law, I returned to my husband with a heavy heart. After making love with him, my desire was completely released, and my mind seemed to clear instantly."
"Back in the bedroom, looking at my still-sleeping husband, I felt a pang of heartache and deep remorse. He must be having a wonderful dream, unaware that a nightmare was unfolding in reality—his beloved wife had cheated on him with another man, giving him a cuckold's horns he could never shake off." "
After the release of desire came clarity and regret. Thinking about everything my husband and I had done, imagining his hard work and sacrifices for the family, and our vows of eternal love, I questioned myself for the first time what I had done. Taking advantage of my husband's home to have sex with my father-in-law—this enormous risk made me truly feel fear and regret for the first time."
"After having sex with my father-in-law, I felt no pleasure, only endless sadness and self-blame after I came to my senses. That night, there was no afterglow after the climax, only endless pain and sorrow. With my back to my husband, I don't know how long I cried in bed..."
"The thing I feared most still happened. The next morning, because I went to bed too late the night before, I overslept and didn't make breakfast for my husband—a first for me. And after he got up, he went straight to work without waking me. If my father-in-law hadn't woken me up later, I don't know how long I would have slept." "I
hurriedly got up and washed, almost rushing to work without even having time to put on makeup, but I was still late—a full half hour late, a first for me. My department head didn't say much to me; the company has a clock-in system, so half a day's pay is deducted."
"My girlfriends at work started teasing me, saying I looked radiant and that my husband must have fed me too much last night, which is why I was late. Little did they know, it was my father-in-law, not my husband, who actually fed me last night. Although the two terms differ by only one character, the difference is worlds apart."
"The teasing from my girlfriends, coupled with my self-blame last night, made me feel terrible. And why didn't my husband wake me up this morning? He always wakes me up when he's early. Leaving me alone at home made me feel abandoned."
"Without thinking much, I called my husband to confront him. What I didn't expect was… he actually yelled at me on the phone for the first time, swore for the first time—something that had never happened in our entire relationship. He even hung up on me."
"Holding my phone, I felt like it was all unreal. It was as if I hadn't fully woken up from last night's dream. Was this still the same husband who treated me with such respect?"
"I thought about the reason, and I came up with that terrible reason: my husband might have found out about what happened last night. Last night, when I was with my father-in-law, although I tried my best to control my moans, I still let loose and let out a few relatively loud moans when I reached orgasm. Could my husband have found out? I was confident all last night that my husband was completely drunk and wouldn't wake up even if you banged on a gong and drum. But anything can happen. Who can guarantee that my husband won't wake up in the middle of the night when he needs to pee?
" "Last night, I was controlled by lust and didn't consider so many unexpected factors. No, I thought about this possibility, about the consequences I might face. I was scared, I panicked, and for the first time
, I felt so helpless." "I desperately called my husband. I called once, but he didn't answer. I called a second time. I was determined to keep calling until he answered. Once, twice, three times... With each call, my fear deepened. Finally, my husband's phone was off. When I heard that his phone was off, I called a second time to check. Yes, it was off."
"Without thinking, I grabbed my purse and ran frantically out of the company, ignoring the shouts of my colleagues and supervisor. I was wearing high heels, and I almost lost my shoe as I ran out the door, and I even twisted my ankle. But after quickly tidying myself up, I still limped on to find my husband. I was scared. I was scared that if I couldn't find him, I might never see him again. I was scared, scared that I would lose him."
Thinking back to that day, when Xiaoying walked into the office, she was limping. I thought her leg was numb, but it turned out she had fallen before coming. I didn't see what happened before Xiaoying came to my company, but now, knowing her feelings and situation from her diary, I felt a little relieved. At least Xiaoying still cared about me a lot, which was a small comfort to me.
"I knelt down. It was the first time I knelt before my husband, even though he might not know about my affair with his father. It was the first time I truly confessed to him and atoneed for my sins. My husband was very cold towards me, and I kept wondering why. Did he know about my affair with his father? But he didn't say a word. I wanted to confess to him countless times, but I was afraid that he might not have known, and I might have told him unintentionally."
"I hesitated, not for any other reason than that I wanted to remain pure in his heart forever. I wanted my best self to remain in his memory, even though my body was no longer clean and could never be purified."
"On my way to find my husband, I made up my mind that if he didn't forgive me and wanted me to leave him, I would respect his decision and give him everything I had without reservation. In order to give him a suitable reason for divorce, I would choose to end my life in an accident, thus keeping this secret forever, for the sake of harmony between my husband and father-in-law, and for the harmony of this family. I am not a coward, nor am I a suicidal person, but I cannot imagine how I can live after leaving my husband and son. I have no motivation or hope to live."
"However, my husband seemed to have some reason he didn't want to talk about it. Although he was very cold, he never mentioned anything about my relationship with my father-in-law, not even a hint. At that time, I finally had a sliver of hope. As long as my husband didn't know about my relationship with my father-in-law, I still had a chance to salvage the situation. As long as I severed ties with my father-in-law and kept this secret forever, I was willing to
spend the rest of my life with my husband, even if he made me suffer all kinds of grievances." "But just when I finally had hope and it rekindled my hope for the future, a bolt from the blue struck again, almost making me collapse and unable to get up. My period is late this month, it's been about forty days."
"Although a woman's period is sometimes delayed, this is the first time it's been delayed for me, especially during such a 'sensitive and special' time. My IUD has always been my peace of mind, but I've heard that IUDs aren't 100% effective at preventing pregnancy, and there are precedents of unintended pregnancies even when they malfunction. Could it be that my period hasn't come, and I'm really pregnant? If I am, who will the child be—my father-in-law's or my husband's? I don't even have the courage to buy a pregnancy test, let alone go to the hospital for a checkup."
"What should I do? I pray to God, please don't, please don't let me get pregnant..."
Chapter 144 Anesthesia
Pregnancy? These two words are more glaring than "sexual intercourse." I originally thought Xiaoying and her father had crossed the line, but after reading the diary, I know that sexual intercourse didn't happen. However, the possibility of pregnancy makes me feel even more pain and heartache. Forty days without menstruation, am I really pregnant? I've always trusted the IUD too much, but can its contraceptive effect really be 100%? If I had to choose between pregnancy and an IUD, I would choose an IUD…
My breathing became increasingly rapid, as if I were about to suffer from asthma and oxygen deprivation. I clutched my chest, feeling a chill run through my body, as if all my body heat had vanished. I had never felt such fear before. I tried to control my emotions, I struggled to stay calm. I kept telling myself: it's not certain yet, I must stay calm, at least I need to know if an IUD is 100% effective.
I regulated my breathing, constantly reassuring myself that there was still hope, that it might all be a false alarm. After closing Xiaoying's blog, I opened a webpage with trembling hands and began searching for information about IUDs. I prayed that the IUD was my last lifeline, that nothing could go wrong. But reality dealt me a heavy blow. My search revealed that even with an IUD, there were cases of pregnancy due to contraceptive failure. It was indeed
possible to get pregnant. I couldn't describe my feelings at that moment. My last glimmer of hope had been shattered. The agitation and pain I felt were the most intense I had experienced since my mother's death.

I gripped the computer monitor tightly with both hands, afraid I would collapse to the floor if I didn't. I wanted to dig my fingers into the screen. The monitor creaked under my weight, as if I might crush it at any moment.
Holding onto the monitor was my only support; my head drooped limply. I took deep breaths, feeling sweat pouring down my face, as if I were about to faint. I was doing my best to stay conscious and balanced.
My father and Xiaoying will gradually sever their warm relationship, and everything will return to normal. But Xiaoying is really pregnant. Will things go back to the way they were? If Xiaoying is really pregnant, whose child is it? Mine? Or my father's? Both are possible. I'm young, and my sperm count is definitely higher than my father's. In terms of probability of pregnancy, the child is more likely to be mine. But thinking about it from another angle, my father's ejaculation volume is much larger than mine. Imagining his thick, white semen flowing from Xiaoying's vagina, it seems his sperm count is higher than mine, which should offset any potential sperm mortality.
Furthermore, his penis is much longer than mine, making it easier to penetrate Xiaoying's cervix and ejaculate deep into her uterus. Considering these two points, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the child is most likely to be his. Overall, it seems his father has a higher chance of conceiving Xiaoying than I do.
Before Xiaoying and my father had relations, we specifically discussed having a second child. My father also suggested we have one, given the current two-child policy. We already have a son, and Xiaoying has always wanted a daughter. With a son and a daughter, we would truly have a complete family. If the second child were also a son, our financial situation would be more than capable of supporting two sons. However, after our brief discussion, our busy work schedules kept us from truly revisiting the topic. Now, this wish might unintentionally come true, but I never expected it to be realized within such a complicated family ethical framework.
What if Xiaoying really is pregnant this time? Can I keep the child? If Xiaoying is really pregnant, is the little life growing in her belly my child, my brother, or my sister?
I sat at my desk, feeling sweat trickling down my face. I looked at the photo of Xiaoying and me on my desk, a photo from our university days. We looked so young and innocent in the photo, so happy back then. Was I looking at the photo trying to find some comfort? But seeing her now would only make me more miserable.
I didn't know what to do. I turned on the home security camera and saw Xiaoying still lying on our wedding bed. Xiaoying was lying on her back. Her face looked much more haggard; she had been mentally exhausted these past two days. Her once smooth hair now seemed to have lost its luster, looking somewhat disheveled. I might be following in her footsteps, perhaps even worse off than her.
My gaze followed the camera to her abdomen. It was still the same as before, encircled by her slender waist, her lower abdomen still so flat. I wished I had eyes with ultrasound capabilities, so I could see through Xiaoying's belly and see if a life was growing beneath that flat stomach. If Xiaoying was really pregnant, and if nothing was done, that flat belly would grow bigger and bigger, eventually giving birth to a new life… Reading Xiaoying's blog post
almost broke me. I regretted reading it; perhaps it would have eased my inner pain. This problem struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me completely at a loss. I felt like I'd smoked too much—numb and tense all over, as if most of my pleasure had vanished. I was mentally disoriented, unable to find my true thoughts. Why, why did my life, which was just beginning to settle into peace, have to be disrupted again? God, are you really punishing me? Punishing my reckless thoughts and actions? Now you're making me reap what I sowed.
No wonder I felt something else lingered in Xiaoying's expression when she was sad or upset these past few days. I initially found it strange but couldn't pinpoint why, thinking it was just my imagination. Now, I realize there's more to it than meets the eye. Thinking about Xiaoying's submissive demeanor towards me these past few days, even her unintentional, subtle kneeling, the pressure she's been under is probably greater than mine. She must feel incredibly helpless and desperate, yet she's bravely endured it all. Even with the last glimmer of hope, she won't give up on our relationship or our family. But is that all the reason I should accept this situation?
If Xiaoying is really pregnant, should we keep the child? After all, we don't know who the father is. Tolerating Xiaoying's relationship with my father is already my bottom line. Can I tolerate Xiaoying having a child with my father? To let my beloved wife give me a younger brother or sister? NTR addicts might agree with this question, or even be more excited, but I still retain the last shred of rationality. This question makes me resist; I simply cannot accept it.
Calm down, I must calm down. My hands trembled as I released the computer monitor. My lips trembled, my whole body trembled, even the computer chair trembled with my body, making a scraping sound against the floor. After a short while, I gradually calmed myself down. I dragged my tired body to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office. I wasn't tired at all, but I felt weak all over.
I slowly walked to the window, pulled back the curtains. I didn't turn on the lights. By the faint moonlight, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette. I didn't have any alcohol, and only cigarettes could give me a temporary feeling of numbness, although the feeling was very weak. The cigarette burned slowly, the smoke swirling before my eyes, making my thoughts even more hazy. I tried to savor the comfort and pleasure the nicotine brought, a moment of relief for my body. Each puff was deep and forceful, the nicotine instantly coursing through my body, gradually calming me down.
I forced myself to think rationally; I couldn't lose my composure and let my emotions control me. Relying on the nicotine and my relatively strong resilience, I began to think, from an outsider's perspective, imagining myself as an outsider, not Xiaoying's husband. The final decision rested solely with Xiaoying herself—when she confirmed her pregnancy, when she decided whether to keep the child. If her decision differed from mine, I would consider other options. Xiaoying didn't
want to confront the truth, and so did I. If we confronted each other, our relationship would undoubtedly be damaged. Even if we forgave each other after the confrontation, could we ever go back to the way things were? So, even knowing this, I had no intention of confronting her directly.
What should I do if Xiaoying gets pregnant? How should I treat her? First, if I still love Xiaoying, if I still want this family, then I must change my attitude towards Xiaoying starting tomorrow. After all, I already know the pressure Xiaoying is under. If I continue to put pressure on her, what if she suddenly has a mental breakdown and does something foolish? Then I will truly regret it. Although I've been angry these past two days, I can't lose Xiaoying. I can't imagine what I would be like without her. Haohao and Xiaoying have always been the driving force behind my life and work. Losing half of that motivation, I can't imagine what my life would be like for the rest of my days. After all, Xiaoying
is still a woman, and her resilience is somewhat weaker than a man's. What if she gets stuck in a rut and can't think straight? I'll lose my wife, and my son will lose his mother. Will this family still be a complete family? These past two days, my method of using subtle pressure has already had an effect. Over the next few days, I should use love and understanding to influence Xiaoying, letting her know what it means to "get something back after something was lost," so she can truly appreciate my kindness and how important this family is to her.
I'll take it one step at a time; after all, whether Xiaoying is really pregnant or it's a false alarm is still uncertain, and it's too early to make a decision. In short, I can't lose my composure right now. Even if something unexpected happens, I must ensure things develop in the right direction. I can't afford to make a wrong move, or I might "lose everything."
Perhaps I was tired of standing, I slumped down on the wicker chair by the window. It seems not going home tonight was the right decision; staying at the company allows me some peace and quiet. Not seeing Xiaoying, not seeing my father, I, who usually enjoy crowds and outgoing, am now savoring this solitude. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my finger. I turned to look and saw that the cigarette butt had burned to the very end, reaching the filter and continuing to scorch my finger.
Am I becoming too slow to react? It took me so long to feel the pain from the ashes? I stubbed out the cigarette, then lit another, finishing one only to light another. No alcohol tonight, so I'll use cigarettes instead, letting myself drown my sorrows in smoke…
Chapter 145 Yang Guo
I don't know how many cigarettes I smoked in the end, only that I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. I opened the window to let the smoke out, as the entire office was now enveloped in smoke. My whole body was numb, like I had overdosed on drugs. I felt even more dazed, as if I had been under general anesthesia before surgery.
I don't know how long I sat in the wicker chair, but I stood up and staggered towards my desk. I couldn't possibly sleep in the wicker chair. Perhaps it was from smoking too much, but I felt very cold, goosebumps all over my body; I didn't know if it was my body or my heart that were cold. I practically had to hold onto the wall as I walked. Back at my desk, the computer screen still showed the live feed from home; Xiaoying was still fast asleep in the footage.
Tonight I've learned too many answers, but there's one last one left to unravel: how did Xiaoying spend that night with her father? I've never had the courage to watch it before, but should I try to watch it tonight? I'm already deeply hurt today; what's a little more? My mouse hovered over the monitoring software. Perhaps I'd smoked too much; I suppressed the urge to vomit, clicked the wrong button several times, and finally opened the monitoring software, entering the time. I fast-forwarded, half-asleep, but after persistent effort, I finally adjusted the footage to show Xiaoying leaving our bedroom and standing at her father's bedroom door…
I froze the shot at Xiaoying standing at her father's door, then rewound the time slightly. I wanted to see if Xiaoying was reluctant or resolute as she
walked towards her father's bedroom. In the footage, Xiaoying walked step by step towards her father's bedroom door, her body trembling slightly, and she tried to control her breathing. Whether from nervousness or fear, Xiaoying kept turning back to look at our bedroom door throughout the process. Her gaze held no lingering affection, only worry. She was afraid I would wake up, but her sensitive body, aggravated by the aphrodisiac, controlled her reason…
Reaching the door of her father's bedroom, Xiaoying placed her hand on the doorknob. She took a few deep breaths, as if to bolster her courage, and finally glanced back at our bedroom, as if bidding a silent "farewell" to her husband.
"…" Xiaoying gently pushed open the door to her father's bedroom, and then, as the door closed, her figure disappeared into the room. Simultaneously, the security camera footage from her father's bedroom opened. In the footage, Xiaoying remained still, leaning against the door, calming herself. Although Xiaoying had tested me in countless ways before coming to her father's bedroom, this decision and the journey itself had still tested her immense courage.
As Xiaoying entered her father's bedroom, my attention wasn't solely focused on Xiaoying; I was also observing her father. When Xiaoying closed the door, her father, seemingly asleep, subtly shifted his body. Though the movement was light and subtle, I easily caught it. Was her father awake? Just without opening his eyes.
After calming herself, Xiaoying turned to look at her sleeping father. Her gaze fell on the slight bulge in his crotch—that ugly, dirty thing below was Xiaoying's target. She had taken such a great risk tonight, wasn't it all for that? Seeing the curve of her father's crotch, her lust, which had been somewhat cooled by the cold water, reignited. Slowly, I saw the last vestige of clarity in Xiaoying's eyes disappear.
Xiaoying walked step by step towards her father's bedside. I had seen this scene countless times before, but this time the feeling was completely different. In the past, it was just the two of them in the house, but this time, as the male head of the household, I was "sleeping" next door, less than 5 meters away from them.
Xiaoying slowly walked to her father's bedside. This time, she didn't "admire" her father's body as before. Her physical desires were overwhelming; she desperately needed her father's thick penis to satisfy her. No matter how careful she was, her father would wake up anyway, so she didn't hesitate and went straight for what she had longed for.
Xiaoying hooked her hands around her father's pajama bottoms and underwear. To save time, she quickly and efficiently pulled them down. Perhaps because she had taken aphrodisiacs, she was stronger than usual, and she pulled her father's pajama bottoms and underwear down to the bottom in one go.
At this moment, my father, who was pretending to be asleep like me, could no longer keep up the act. He suddenly opened his eyes, trying to pull back his pajama bottoms and underwear, but lying flat, he couldn't reach them with his hands to put them on. He had no choice but to settle for covering his groin with his hands. My father dared
not make a sound. Although he had just been awakened, his mind was perfectly clear. Although he didn't know why his beloved daughter-in-law had come to his room in the middle of the night, the fact remained that his son was home. He dared not disturb me with a sound, and could only silently try to stop it all…
However, my father underestimated Xiaoying's frenzy after taking the aphrodisiac. Before my father could even cover his groin with his hands, Xiaoying was faster. She quickly took the lead, grabbing my father's still-erect penis with one hand.
Because Xiaoying was so eager to argue with her father, she gripped his penis too tightly. "Hmph..." her father couldn't help but let out a painful groan, but he quickly stopped himself, probably afraid that I, the neighbor, would hear.
"Xiaoying, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" In his anxiety, Xiaoying had her grip on his penis, holding it tightly. He questioned her, terrified.
But Xiaoying didn't answer him. Instead, she held onto his penis with one hand while using the other to fight off his struggling hands. Seeing Xiaoying, desperately thirsty, easily overpowering her father with just one hand, I couldn't help but think of the scene in "The Return of the Condor Heroes" where Yang Guo fought the Golden Wheel Monk with only one arm...
"Xiaoying, calm down, Jincheng is still at home, you can't...you can't..." With his manhood held captive, the father dared not exert any force against Xiaoying, nor could he wake his son to rescue him. He could only plead with the irrational Xiaoying.
"He's drunk, he won't wake up..." The father's struggles seemed to anger Xiaoying. She had taken such a risk to find him, yet he wouldn't cooperate. She had hoped for a quick victory, but his struggles prevented her from succeeding quickly, wasting precious time. At this moment, it truly looked as if Xiaoying was raping her father; the manner perfectly matched the form of rape.
"No, Xiaoying, it's too dangerous, don't..." The father continued to struggle, trying to escape Xiaoying's clutches, but Xiaoying seemed unwilling to waste any more energy and precious time. She abruptly lowered her head, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took her father's penis into it. The process was decisive and swift, giving her father no time to react. The moment Xiaoying bit his penis, her father's words of refusal were instantly interrupted...
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." After taking her father's manhood into her mouth, Xiaoying began to suck and spit his penis up and down like a fighting rooster. The originally dry shaft became moist and shiny with Xiaoying's saliva. Xiaoying sucked on it with relish, as if savoring an ice pop. At the same time, perhaps to save time, Xiaoying began to take off her underwear with one hand. Xiaoying took off her underwear directly, showing how eager she was. There was no hesitation, and she went straight to her destination.
"No...no...Xiaoying...ouch...oh..." Her father was like a "young woman" being raped, refusing while pushing Xiaoying's head away with his hands. But Xiaoying held onto her father's penis tightly. Every time her father pushed her head away, Xiaoying would bite down on her glans and not let go, ultimately hurting only her father. The father painfully refused, yet simultaneously enjoyed the immense pleasure Xiaoying brought him during oral sex—a pleasure both painful and pleasurable.
Xiaoying persevered, performing oral sex on her father, a process that, though time-consuming, was essential. Oral sex could arouse him and gradually erode his resistance and refusal.
With Xiaoying's tireless efforts, the father's struggles weakened. Actually, several days had passed since their last sexual encounter. The father had been pent up for a long time, wanting to find an opportunity to release his pent-up desire with Xiaoying, but she seemed to be avoiding him, leaving him unable to find a chance. His sexual urges had been suppressed for days. Finally, the opportunity arrived, but it was met with this unexpected turn of events. Happiness came too suddenly, but it was also too terrifying—she was being forced to have an affair with his son's wife while his son was home. The cowardly father was nearly scared out of his wits.
Slowly, his long-dormant, thick penis finally began to form again. I'd seen my father's thick, erect penis many times before, but this time the interval was rather long. Seeing that familiar thing felt like seeing a familiar person—friend or foe? Why did seeing my father's erect penis evoke such complex emotions in me?
Watching the two people in the surveillance video, even though it was all in the past, felt like it had just happened. Even though I could hear their voices, seeing the video was far more stimulating than hearing them. The intense sensory stimulation was incomparable to hearing. I thought I had calmed down, but seeing the video still brought on a pang of sadness and heartache; the feeling of jealousy wouldn't go away. Although I kept telling myself that it had already happened, that I couldn't stop it, that it was just a recording, and that I could only accept it, not escape it, the negative emotions wouldn't subside.
Because I was so focused on watching the video and feeling my emotions, I neglected my body. Emerging from these complex emotions, I suddenly felt my penis slowly becoming erect. Although not fully erect, it was already semi-erect. I quickly took off my robe and underwear, and saw my erect penis. I couldn't believe it. Hadn't I already regretted it? Hadn't I been unable to accept my father and Xiaoying continuing to have sex? Why did my penis still get erect like before when I saw this?
Perhaps it was because I hadn't had sex in a long time, or perhaps I hadn't truly understood my own heart. I thought I had truly regretted letting my father and Xiaoying have sex, but I hadn't realized that my cuckoldry hadn't disappeared; it had just been temporarily hidden in the dark corners of my heart. After this video playback, those cuckoldry thoughts rekindled, breaking through the heavy encirclement of my jealousy and being released again. Seeing my erect penis, should I feel joy or sorrow?
Chapter 146 Torture
Perhaps to comfort myself, or perhaps to distract myself, I unzipped my pants and took out my penis. My semi-erect penis was exposed to the air, and then I turned my gaze back to the computer screen…
Xiaoying's hair was disheveled. After taking off her underwear, she rolled up her nightgown to her waist, exposing her entire lower body. Her clean, white buttocks were thrust back, the cleft between her buttocks glistening and translucent, revealing sticky fluid secreted from her vagina, slowly flowing out. Her body was already aroused, eagerly preparing for intercourse.
After rolling up her nightgown, Xiaoying tucked her hair behind her ears, finally revealing her face again. She was sucking on her father's penis, her eyes fixed on his fully erect member, gleaming like a she-wolf in heat. Her father gradually gave
up resisting; the temptation of lust had become irresistible. He lay on his back, arms at his sides, enjoying Xiaoying's oral sex. Ethics, morality, self-reproach, guilt—at least for this moment, for this night, were all cast aside. Now, all he wanted was to enjoy, to enjoy the body of his most beloved daughter-in-law, that dual fusion of body and soul.
The fluid between Xiaoying's legs was still flowing, dripping onto the floor. A thin, glistening thread connected the floor to Xiaoying's vulva, remaining unbroken for a long time. Xiaoying saw that her father had given up resisting, and that his penis was fully erect. It was time to satisfy her vagina.
"Pop..." Xiaoying spat out her father's glans and shaft. His penis pointed straight up to the ceiling, its shaft glistening with a warm sheen from the moisture.
After spitting out her father's penis, Xiaoying lifted her legs and climbed onto his bed. The series of movements flowed smoothly, without any pause. Xiaoying spread her legs, but this time, unlike before, she didn't turn her back to her father; instead, she faced him directly.
Xiaoying slightly adjusted her posture, half-squatting above her father's crotch, her hands supporting his penis, aiming the glans at the opening of his vagina. She began to take deep breaths, seemingly to give herself courage and calm her excited emotions.
As Xiaoying released her glans, her father opened his eyes. He watched her movements closely, and when she half-squatted above his crotch, he instinctively reached out to stop her, his face contorted in struggle, a struggle containing the last vestiges of fear and guilt towards his son.
But when he saw Xiaoying's labia parted from her squatting position, and saw the fluid dripping from her vulva onto his glans to lubricate it, his last shred of reason vanished. His hands, which had been reaching for Xiaoying, changed from stopping her to caressing her, finally resting on Xiaoying's knees, which were bent forward from her half-squatting, as if helping her stabilize herself.
Everything was ready except for the final touch. After calming herself, Xiaoying began to squat down, and her father's glans touched hers.
This time, Xiaoying aimed her penis at her father's target, not with her eyes, but entirely by feeling and the tacit understanding they had developed during previous sexual encounters. Xiaoying's eyes were fixed on her father's face, her tender cheeks trembling slightly with excitement.
Because of the aphrodisiac, her sexual desire tonight was far from satisfied. Her husband couldn't satisfy her, and masturbation couldn't either. What could satisfy her was finally about to be hers. How could Xiaoying, controlled by lust, not be excited?
"Plop..." Her father's glans touched Xiaoying's vulva. Xiaoying puffed out her pink, white cheeks, and squatted down forcefully, using her weight. Her vulva was instantly parted by her father's egg-sized glans. With the lubrication of her own vaginal secretions, Xiaoying succeeded in one go, "swallowing" her father's glans with her vagina.
"Oh..." Two distinct moans rang out, one from her father, the other from Xiaoying. Although the tones were different, the pleasure they contained was the same. Xiaoying's vagina subtly enveloped her father's glans. After a long wait, their bodies were united once more. The familiar contact and pleasure made them forget everything else, lingering there, reluctant to leave.
After "eating" her father's glans, Xiaoying paused briefly, then bit her lower lip and squatted down again.
"Pfft..." A sound of air being squeezed out rang out, like a muffled fart. Immediately following was a "smack..." The sound of Xiaoying's hips colliding with her father's hips.
"Ah ha..." The moment her father's penis was fully inserted into her vagina, Xiaoying's hair flew back, her long, beautiful hair whipping behind her head. Her eyes were slightly closed, her red lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly, feeling the thickness of her father's penis, feeling every inch of his penis taking her inside.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After full penetration, Xiaoying and her father remained motionless, as if their pressure points had been frozen. Their most intimate parts were tightly joined together, completely still.
Watching from the computer screen, I knew they were experiencing each other's physical presence, enjoying the pleasure of reunion. This stillness before actual intercourse allowed them to savor each other's bodies. Seeing their bodies joined together in a perpendicular position, if you drew a straight line connecting their mouths, it would form a perfect triangle. Xiaoying would be the "height," and her father the "base." The square of the length of Xiaoying's upper body plus the square of the length of her father's upper body equals the square of the distance between their lips (those bad at math should learn the Pythagorean theorem online).
Perhaps because I'd smoked too much, or perhaps influenced by their psychedelic sex, I found myself contemplating such a mathematical proposition, a fantasy completely incongruous with the current scene. Perhaps stimulated by their lovemaking, my exposed glans began to secrete a sticky fluid. While the two in the video were still experiencing each other's presence, I dipped my finger into the fluid on my glans, rubbed it, and noticed the sticky, slippery texture. I brought it to my nose and smelled a slightly fishy odor.
"Little brother, I know you want it, but who can satisfy you right now?" I said to my penis, though I was probably just talking to myself, as if my penis were another version of myself, only this version looked rather pathetic.
"Oh..." My reverie was interrupted by a soft groan from Xiaoying.
I turned my gaze back to the computer screen. Xiaoying, perhaps having had her fill, slowly raised her hips, and their groins separated again.
Unlike before, this time something connected their groins—a rod-like object stretched to its limit. The penis, bulging with veins like earthworms, was covered in the love fluid secreted by Xiaoying's vagina. In the darkness, its outline was clearly visible due to the reflection of light. The penis was incredibly thick. Its tip was submerged in
the sparse pubic hair of Xiaoying's vagina. Her labia parted, forming a perfectly round shape that tightly gripped the tip.
Xiaoying slowly raised her hips, very slowly, as her father's penis was gradually pulled out of her vagina. When it reached its limit, I noticed Xiaoying's labia widening. I knew she had pushed her father's penis to its limit; only the egg-shaped glans remained inside. Xiaoying stopped after raising her hips to this point. The distance between their hips was now nearly 20 centimeters, exactly the length of her father's penis including the glans.
Next, Xiaoying should "eat" her father's penis again, right? I don't believe that at this point, Xiaoying would spit it out intact. When something is practically in your mouth, why wouldn't you eat it?
"Ah..." "Smack..." With soft moans and the sound of flesh colliding, Xiaoying's buttocks sank at 100 km/h, their hips colliding again with lightning speed. The speed was so fast that in an instant, her father's penis disappeared into Xiaoying's vagina.
Perhaps the movement was too rapid, or perhaps their desire had been pent up due to a long period of abstinence, but this time, when their hips touched, some white foam was squeezed out. I knew that the white foam was produced by the friction of their love juices caused by Xiaoying's rapid movements. The white foam reflected their uncontrollable passion and the ultimate pleasure.
Watching them deeply united again, watching the white love juice foam, I felt that in terms of sex, her father was the most suitable person for Xiaoying, only him, without exception. In sex, only my father could be so perfectly in sync with Xiaoying. At this moment, the jealousy in my heart seemed to reach its peak.
"She's still my wife. Father will grow old one day, but she will never leave me." I kept repeating this sentence in my mind, as if to comfort myself, and it was quite effective; my mood improved a lot.
"Oh..." Xiaoying's moan rang out again, and she slowly raised her hips again, revealing their connection point once more. Xiaoying's face revealed immense satisfaction. Just a gentle thrusting with my father was enough to bring her such satisfaction. I, on the other hand, despite my vigorous efforts in bed, seemed to fall short of even the most superficial level.
What was it? Besides his length, stamina, and ejaculation volume, what else did my father have that I lacked? Right, the taboo stimulation arising from that sense of ethics, the age difference, the difference in status—all these created a unique psychological stimulation for the two people experiencing this kind of sex. In sex, physical enjoyment is one aspect, but psychological enjoyment is equally important.
As Xiaoying raised her hips this time, she didn't look at her father again. Instead, she slowly lowered her head, her beautiful hair falling down and obscuring her face. Perhaps thinking her hair was blocking her view, she used her hands to gather it up, making it easier for herself.
For what? To make it easier for her to watch the process, to see her vagina slowly expel her father's penis.
Because Xiaoying's head was lowered, I couldn't see her expression; I could only see the back of her head and the snow-white nape of her neck.
Her father was also enjoying the process, their gazes tacitly fixed on the shared spot where their bodies were joined. That place was the source of their sexual intercourse.
I saw her father's eyes filled with pleasure and fascination. He would occasionally glance at Xiaoying's body, occasionally at the point where their genitals were joined, perhaps only in this way could he fully believe that he was enjoying this incredibly sexy and beautiful woman, only in this way could he achieve immense satisfaction.
"Smack..." Another loud impact sound. After Xiaoying had risen to a certain height, her hips instantly sank down again, taking her father's penis back in.
"Oh..." "Slap..." "Oh..." "Slap..." "Oh..." "Slap..." "Oh..." "Slap..." This long process was a unique kind of enjoyment for the two of them, but for me in front of the computer, it was torture. The bitterness in my heart, my penis constantly secreting fluid, the two people in the video enjoying themselves, while I was alone in the office enduring both psychological and physical torment...
Chapter 147 Wet Kiss
After the slow and fast "slap slap" sounds had been repeated more than ten times, "slap slap slap slap slap..." began to flow continuously.
I stroked my penis with one hand, my eyes looking at the screen. I saw Xiaoying start to quickly twist her well-known electric motor hips, rapidly swallowing and spitting out her father's penis.
She clenched her teeth, trying not to moan, but the pleasure of making love with her father made her unable to hold back, preventing her moans from being released. At this moment, a hint of ferocity appeared on her expression. Her father was the same; the intense pleasure and ecstasy made him and Xiaoying constantly pant heavily.
Xiaoying stared at her father with a ferocious expression. Seeing his pleasure seemed to enhance her own body's allure, and the satisfaction in her eyes grew stronger. Her father initially stared into Xiaoying's eyes as well, their gazes locked in a "deep" connection across the distance. However, after a while, perhaps a sliver of reason remained, along with a touch of guilt, or perhaps he was simply too shy. He couldn't maintain eye contact and turned his gaze away.
Seeing her father avoid her gaze, a flicker of excitement seemed to flash in Xiaoying's eyes.
Their bodies collided, her father's thick penis flashing in and out between their legs. The love juice secreted by Xiaoying flowed continuously from her vagina, running down the thick shaft of her father's penis to his pubic hair and testicles. There, it rubbed against Xiaoying's crotch, eventually turning into a white foam with some bubbles.
Immediately, the sounds of flesh colliding, "slap slap slap slap..." and the sticky, smacking sounds of friction filled the room. Any other man would have been aroused by such sounds.
Xiaoying's sexual desire was finally satisfied at this moment, and the excitement in her eyes grew stronger. At first, she held onto her father's abdomen with both hands to maintain her balance.
After a while of intercourse with her father on top, she seemed to have grasped the rhythm, and she no longer needed to use her hands for support. Her hands left her father's abdomen, then reached to her waist, grabbed her nightgown, and, to my astonishment, pulled the nightgown off from the bottom up, over her head. Suddenly, Xiaoying was only wearing a bra.
Xiaoying's 34D breasts, squeezed out of her bra, created a deep cleavage. Her perfectly rounded breasts, accentuated by the bra, trembled with each rise and fall of her body, creating waves of alluring flesh. After removing her nightgown
, Xiaoying tossed it to the floor. Then, she reached behind her back to remove her bra.
Her father, who had been glancing to the side, noticed her movement the moment she took off her nightgown. Before she could even remove it completely, he turned his gaze back to her, watching her gradually reveal her naked body. Once the nightgown was off, his lustful eyes were fixed on the trembling waves of her breasts. He always adored Xiaoying's breasts.
Xiaoying reached behind her back, and without hesitation, she quickly removed her bra as well. Xiaoying's pink areolas, and the cherry-red nipples at their tips, were suddenly exposed to the air. Without the bra, her breasts swayed back and forth.
After removing her bra, Xiaoying threw it onto the floor. The two actions of removing her nightgown and bra were seamlessly connected, the whole movement flowing smoothly and effortlessly. The nightgown had barely touched the floor when the bra followed closely behind. In that brief moment, the nightgown and bra fluttered in the warm, suggestive bedroom, appearing so wanton and decadent.
Her father's gaze was fixed on Xiaoying's exposed breasts, his eyes filled with desire and fascination.
Throughout the entire process, Xiaoying kept her eyes fixed on her father's. She understood the meaning behind his gaze. A hint of satisfaction and pride lingered on Xiaoying's face; after all, her figure had always been her pride. Xiaoying seemed to be flaunting her body, thrusting more forcefully and swinging her proud breasts. Her pink nipples traced irregular trajectories and arcs in the air.
"Slap slap slap..." The entire bedroom was filled with the sounds of sexual intercourse, but the two still retained a sliver of rationality. Because I, the male homeowner, was in the next room, their voices were very suppressed, and they dared not speak too loudly.
The father passively lay on the bed enjoying himself, but his eyes, once fixed on Xiaoying's breasts, never left them.
Perhaps she could no longer endure it, or perhaps the father missed those proud breasts too much, for suddenly, the father sat up. Xiaoying, caught off guard by the sudden movement, froze. Reflexively, she stopped thrusting and deeply swallowed her father's penis into her body, remaining motionless in her squatting position.
As her father stood up, his eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, fixed on her breasts so close to his. Their round, full shape, their delicate pink buds, all dazzled his gaze. Because of her father's sudden rise, Xiaoying's posture shifted. To maintain her balance, she instinctively grabbed her father's shoulders with both hands the instant he stood up. Their position became an embrace, and time seemed to stand still, leaving only their heavy breathing. Xiaoying was exhausted from the recent movements, while her father was consumed by his growing desire.
"Oh..." With a soft moan from Xiaoying, her father suddenly pulled her close, his stubble-covered mouth opening wide to swallow one of her breasts whole. Xiaoying's breast was very tender, like a baby's soft flesh. Before, when we made love, even a gentle pinch of her nipple would hurt her; her father's frantic sucking caused her instant pain.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The father, like a hungry infant, frantically absorbed nourishment from the mother's breast, sucking up the delicious milk. Xiaoying felt the pain and let out her first soft moan. She covered her mouth with her hand, then gently patted her father's back with her other hand, as if trying to get him to be gentler.
The father sensed Xiaoying's intention and softened his grip. "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." He finished one breast and immediately switched to the other. Although his mouth was large, Xiaoying's breasts were even larger; even with his mouth wide open, he could only cover her areola.
Perhaps sensing her father's gentleness, Xiaoying released her mouth. After the pain came a tingling pleasure. Xiaoying felt her nipple being sucked back and forth by her father, and she began to stroke his back with pleasure, as if to caress and comfort him.
Xiaoying's two delicate breasts were soon covered in her father's saliva. After enjoying Xiaoying's breasts to his heart's content, her mouth moved upwards, kissing Xiaoying's neck.
"Slap..." "Ah..." With a soft moan and the sound of flesh colliding, her father, holding Xiaoying in his arms, kissed her snowy neck and began to actively thrust his hips into her.
Her father's stamina was truly impressive; he was a laborer by trade. Holding the slender Xiaoying, he moved his hips without any hindrance.
"Slap slap slap..." Because they were in an embracing position, the sound of their bodies colliding was muffled, forming a dull "slap slap" sound.
Her father held Xiaoying tightly with both hands, his hips thrusting forward repeatedly, their legs intertwined. At this point, the point where their genitals were connected was not visible, but it was foreseeable that, due to the thickness of her father's penis, this position would ensure that his penis would not slip out of Xiaoying's vagina.
The sounds of flesh colliding, their panting, Xiaoying's soft moans, and her father's kisses echoed continuously in the quiet bedroom. Lost in their passionate lovemaking, the two were utterly unaware that the man of the house was experiencing heartbreak in another room.
Their lust burned ever brighter. Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, but as the father's lips moved upwards along Xiaoying's neck, Xiaoying, enjoying his ministrations, slowly lowered her head. Their lips met instantly, then locked in a tight kiss.
"Sizzle, sizzle..." This was no longer the sound of the father sucking on Xiaoying's nipple, but the sound of their lips kissing. Their lower bodies were now tightly joined, their mouths locked together.
They exchanged saliva, occasionally parting their lips slightly, their tongues intertwining, followed by a passionate French kiss. Driven by lust, they forgot everything else, moving in perfect harmony.
Their lower bodies exchanged fluids, their lips exchanged saliva. At this moment, the two forgot their identities and ages; the only thing remaining was their desire for each other's bodies.
Perhaps this position was too exhausting, because after the father stopped thrusting, he turned around, embracing Xiaoying, so that her back touched the bed. Then he turned and pressed down on her. Throughout this transition, Xiaoying cooperated with her father, and their genitals and lips never separated.
Xiaoying lay on the bed, and her father was on top of her, frantically sucking on her mouth. While kissing Xiaoying, the father used his hands to remove the nightgown that Xiaoying had unintentionally left behind. After removing the nightgown, the father was finally naked.
Their lips were constantly being swallowed into each other's mouths, their lips constantly changing shape in each other's mouths. After removing the nightgown, the father lifted his hairy buttocks, and his thick penis, connected to his testicles, began to be withdrawn from Xiaoying's vagina. At this time, his penis, having been soaked in Xiaoying's wet vagina for a long time, was covered with love juice and foam.
After pulling his penis out slightly, the father gently and slowly pushed it back deep into Xiaoying's vagina. "Mmm..." During this process, the two, who were kissing and unable to make a sound, couldn't help but let out muffled groans of pleasure from their noses.
The father's thrusting was gentle and slow. At this moment, the focus of their experience was on their lips. Perhaps they had tasted enough of each other, and their lovemaking began to soften from its frenzy, while the father's thrusting began to quicken.
"Slap slap slap..." The sounds of their hips colliding and their abdomens hitting each other mingled together. Whenever the father's hairy buttocks sank down, Xiaoying would slightly arch her hips to meet him, as if wanting his penis to penetrate even deeper.
After a while, the father's mouth left Xiaoying's lips. A glistening thread of saliva connected their separated lips, until the father raised his upper body completely, forming a right angle with the bed, at which point the glistening thread reluctantly broke in the middle.
The father took a deep breath, then grabbed Xiaoying's breasts with both hands and began to thrust his hips forcefully and rapidly. His penis, partially obscured by thick pubic hair, repeatedly entered and exited Xiaoying's alluring pink vulva.
The father's thrusts were large, causing Xiaoying's body to sway back and forth on the bed. Because her breasts were being held by her father, Xiaoying immediately grabbed his arms with both hands, trying to spread her legs to facilitate his thrusts.
Xiaoying's breasts were being kneaded by her father like dough. Xiaoying clenched her teeth to suppress any pleasant moans, but as her father's thrusts quickened, as her body became increasingly sensitive, and as the pleasure intensified, Xiaoying felt she couldn't hold back any longer. She then withdrew her hands, grabbed the pillow from under her head, put it to her mouth, opened her cherry-like mouth, and bit down on the pillow.
With each thrust of her father, Xiaoying bit the pillow and began to moan softly. The only sounds in the bedroom were the impact of flesh, their heavy breathing, and the creaking of the mattress as they changed positions…
Chapter 148 Dog Sex
Watching the two making love on the security camera, I gently stroked my penis, trying to erase the pain and leave only the stimulation in my mind. I remembered a saying: life is like rape; when you can't resist, you might as well submit and enjoy it.
I gently masturbated with one hand, but I didn't dare to move too fast or too hard, afraid I'd ejaculate in less than two minutes. Men experience a period of sexual apathy after ejaculation, a time when they have no interest in sex. I didn't want to experience that period while watching the security camera. With
my other hand, I opened another screen on the monitor, showing footage of my bedroom and the living room with Xiaoying. I don't know why I opened this screen. In the father's bedroom, Xiaoying was being penetrated by her father, her mouth gripping a pillow. Their genitals were deeply intertwined, rubbing together. In the surveillance video from my bedroom with Xiaoying, "I" suddenly got up and crouched by the door, listening intently, seemingly searching for any sound.
I don't know why I was watching myself on the monitor; it felt like I was a complete stranger. At that moment, I felt like a stranger, watching the "live broadcast" of a family of three on the monitor.
I simultaneously viewed three surveillance feeds; everything was so familiar. Finally, "I" opened the door and walked towards my father's bedroom.
The two making love had reached a fever pitch. The father's thrusts were increasing, the sounds of their hips colliding growing louder. The Simmons mattress seemed unable to bear their weight, threatening to collapse at any moment.
Perhaps feeling exhausted, the father gradually slowed his pace and intensity, finally stopping. Both were covered in sweat. Thankfully, this was a break; the pleasure was so intense that even biting the pillow couldn't mask Xiaoying's moans.
The sudden break brought them back to their senses. Perhaps sensing something, the father glanced towards his bedroom door, only then remembering his son next door. They had been making love so intensely, seemingly lost in the moment. Little did the father and Xiaoying know, I was standing outside the door at that time.
Now, watching the security camera footage, everything is so clear. I see myself standing outside the door in the video; it's the first time I've seen my expression on camera that day—an expression so complex, it even makes my heart ache.
The father leaned down, whispering something in Xiaoying's ear. After hearing his words, Xiaoying gently nodded. Then, the father slowly withdrew his penis—the first time it had left Xiaoying's vagina since their lovemaking began that night.
Had the father ejaculated? If I hadn't overheard everything outside the door that day, I would definitely have thought so. In the surveillance footage, some fluid was seen coming out of Xiaoying's vagina, but I knew it wasn't semen, but rather the fluid they secreted together. While not as much as the amount of semen my father ejaculated, it was still more.
I saw my father gently get out of bed, then turn and gently help the limp Xiaoying off the bed. He acted like a tender husband, supporting his beloved wife. From their actions and expressions, I could guess what my father had just said to Xiaoying. He must have thought the mattress was creaking too loudly and was afraid of waking me, so they decided to make love on the floor to avoid the creaking.
After getting out of bed, my father gently wrapped one arm around Xiaoying's slender waist, the two of them as intimate as a couple in love. Slowly, they walked to the door. They would never have imagined that I, the male head of the household, was on the other side of the door, less than half a meter away.
Once at the door, my father released his arm from Xiaoying's waist and slowly moved behind her. He gently placed his hands on Xiaoying's shoulders, then whispered in her ear, "Put your hands on the wall." I had to turn the video volume up to the maximum to hear this clearly, thanks to the fact that when I installed the surveillance camera, the microphone was right next to my father's bed.
Xiaoying didn't resist at all, obediently placing her hands on the wall next to the door. Seeing her submissive demeanor, I thought that tonight, she wouldn't refuse any sexual advances from my father. Xiaoying placed her hands on the wall, this time without needing any prompting from my father. She thrust her hips back forcefully, lowered her slender waist, and spread her legs slightly. All these actions were to make it easier for my father to penetrate her from behind…
Looking at Xiaoying's submissive appearance, I couldn't help but think that my beloved wife had been completely conquered by my father's sexual prowess. She wouldn't refuse him, at least not tonight.
After Xiaoying completed all these actions, she slightly turned her head, glancing at her father behind her out of the corner of her eye. From the monitor, I could see the longing and fascination in Xiaoying's eyes. At this moment, she seemed impatient; she wished her father would have sex with her non-stop all night long, only in this way could she be completely satisfied tonight and relieve the sexual torment brought on by the aphrodisiac.
Seeing Xiaoying's cooperation, a hint of excitement flashed in her father's eyes. He didn't want to disappoint Xiaoying. He quickly moved behind Xiaoying, chose his position, and then placed his hands on Xiaoying's slender waist, before thrusting his hips forward.
Her father's penis was incredibly hard, maintaining an upward position without any support. At this moment, I saw that my father's glans was pointing upwards, curving noticeably from the base to the tip. His penis was no longer straight, but curved. The internet says that such a penis can bring women immense pleasure, and this seemed to apply to my father and Xiaoying. Excitedly, my father controlled his penis with his brain. Without any external assistance, it began to throb, searching for its destination. After only two throbs, the egg-sized glans pressed against Xiaoying's labia. Once
his glans was in place, without hesitation or pause, using the lubrication from their previous intercourse, my father thrust his hips forward with a sudden "plop..." His penis plunged in completely without stopping.
Caught off guard by my father's sudden penetration, Xiaoying couldn't help but let out a soft moan—the moan I heard outside the door.
After penetrating Xiaoying's vagina, my father held her slender waist and began to thrust back and forth continuously. This position seemed to excite the father even more, giving him a greater sense of conquering Xiaoying.
The father's hips collided with Xiaoying's buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap slap..." sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the father's thrusts creating waves of flesh on Xiaoying's tender buttocks. His hands were also busy, kneading Xiaoying's slender waist and buttocks.
Every part of Xiaoying's body was being ravaged by his hands, until finally his hands encircled her chest, each hand grasping one of her breasts. Every time the father made love to Xiaoying, he never neglected her breasts, demonstrating his fondness for them. Xiaoying
, who had been supporting herself against the wall with both hands, had to use one hand to cover her mouth again to prevent her moans from becoming too loud. Fortunately, her father's hands indirectly helped her maintain her balance, making it less strenuous for her; one hand was enough to keep her balanced.
"Xiaoying, this...this won't work either, the sound is still...still a bit...loud, oh...too close to the door..." As the sounds of intercourse continued, the father's voice suddenly broke the silence.
It seemed the father was still worried; because she hadn't taken the aphrodisiac, he was more rational than Xiaoying at this moment. As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped thrusting. Love fluid continued to flow from where their genitals were joined, staining the floor of his bedroom.
The father held Xiaoying's body tightly, then, pressing against her back, slowly turned her around and walked away from the door. During this process, the father didn't withdraw his penis; it remained firmly embedded in Xiaoying's vagina. Tonight, the father was in control, and Xiaoying obeyed his every command, offering no resistance and allowing him to control her actions.
Because their genitals were tightly connected, their movement was inconvenient and slow.
The father seemed impatient as he walked, wanting to have sex with Xiaoying while walking, just like that time he'd done it from the bathroom to the living room. Suddenly, he pulled out his penis and then thrust it back in abruptly. Caught off
guard by his actions, Xiaoying stumbled and fell to the floor.
Because of the aphrodisiac, her body was extremely sensitive, and the father's thrusting motion made her weak.
The father hadn't expected Xiaoying to fall, as they'd had this experience before, and she hadn't fallen then. So, he didn't have time to catch her and, in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, fell to the floor with her.
"Thump..." Although the father managed to catch her at the last moment, Xiaoying's knees still hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Ouch..." A soft cry followed.
The voice was incredibly familiar. That night, standing outside the door and hearing it, I was wondering what had happened inside. It turned out that Xiaoying and her father had suddenly fallen to the floor like a human pyramid. Luckily, her father's bedroom had wooden floors, and he had slightly bent over at the end, so Xiaoying's fall wasn't too bad.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you alright, Xiaoying..." Although her father's breathing was rapid from making love, he spoke smoothly, showing how anxious and distressed he was about Xiaoying's fall.
"No... I'm fine, why are you in such a hurry..." Xiaoying's words came in broken sentences, indicating that the fall wasn't serious, but there was still some reproach in her voice towards her father.
Only then did I notice their posture. Xiaoying was kneeling on the floor, her hands supporting her weight, like a dog crawling on all fours. Just now, the father, in trying to catch Xiaoying, had fallen down with her. His hands were still on Xiaoying's abdomen, his upper body pressed tightly against her back, and his legs were in a slight squatting position due to the forward lean. Thanks to the length and thickness of his penis, it didn't slip out of Xiaoying's vagina; it remained deeply inserted, unintentionally forming a perfect doggy-style position…
Chapter 149 Voluntary
Xiaoying didn't immediately get up, using the opportunity to rest and alleviate the pain in her knees. The father waited for Xiaoying to recover.
Perhaps feeling bored while waiting, the father straightened his upper body against Xiaoying's back, and only then did he inadvertently realize that they were in a doggy-style position. Wasn't this the position he had always longed for but never achieved? Unexpectedly, fate had given him this unexpected opportunity.
However, the father seemed unsure if Xiaoying would agree to him having sex with her in this position, but he didn't want to give up so easily. After a moment of struggle, a resolute look appeared on his face.
He decided to take a gamble. He withdrew his hands from Xiaoying's abdomen and instead placed them on her slender waist, slightly adjusting his leg position to better utilize his strength later.
As her father's hands moved from her abdomen to her waist, Xiaoying, who was resting with her head down to ease the pain, seemed to suddenly sense his intention. She raised her face, a slight startle on her lips, and then reflexively began to twist her hips, seemingly trying to shake off her father's penis. However, her waist was controlled by her father, preventing her from twisting her hips significantly or lifting her lower body to escape.
Seeing this, I truly understood how much Xiaoying disliked the doggy-style position. That night, under the influence of the sex drug, Xiaoying had almost never refused her father's request, but even in this intoxicating state, she still refused the doggy-style position. Her aversion to it was evident, and at the same time, a fleeting sense of vanity and satisfaction flashed through my mind at Xiaoying's willingness to use the doggy-style position with me.
Her father kept pressing down on Xiaoying's slender waist, making all her struggles futile. Because of the circumstances, Xiaoying dared not speak, so she could only turn to look at her father, her lips pouting, her eyes filled with a pleading gaze.
This expression didn't reveal any anger to her father or me; it was more of a coquettish, reproachful look.
Seeing this, a flicker of confusion crossed her father's face, as if he were captivated by Xiaoying's charming glance.
Xiaoying's expression had no intimidating effect; instead, it gave her father courage and determination. He tightened his grip on Xiaoying's waist again, then thrust his hips back forcefully, withdrawing his penis from her vagina. After pulling it out to a certain point, he swiftly thrust it back in.
His movements were slow, but the force was immense. The father's pace gradually quickened, "slap slap slap..." In the video, Xiaoying was lying on the floor like a dog, while her father knelt behind her, his hands supporting her slender waist, his thick, dark hairy buttocks thrusting back and forth.
The father seemed very excited, finally able to have sex with Xiaoying in a doggy-style position, a position he missed dearly...
Xiaoying's reproach was interrupted by the father's first thrust, and she turned her head to look at him with a reproachful expression, but he remained unmoved, continuing to fuck her forcefully. Slowly, the pleading and reproach in Xiaoying's eyes disappeared, her eyes gradually became hazy, and finally, her slightly wiggling buttocks stopped, instead turning her head and gently thrusting her body back and forth to match her father's thrusts.
Watching the two people making love in the video, the two of them enjoying doggy-style intercourse; while in another scene, I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds with great pain, the struggle and pain on my face then now visible to myself.
At this moment, I felt like a bystander, watching all of this. And the "I" in the painting, at this moment, I felt "he" was so, so pitiful.
Doggy style, Xiaoying finally willingly let her father have sex with her in doggy style. At this moment, her slightly compliant body seemed so ironic to me.
"Slap slap slap..." The father relentlessly fucked Xiaoying in doggy style, the only sound in the room being their excited panting. After a few minutes, the father probably felt this position was too strenuous; after all, he was old and his legs weren't good.
"Stand up, ha...yes, like this...holding onto the bed, my legs are a little numb..." Although the father enjoyed the pleasure of doggy style, squatting was too strenuous, and his knees had rheumatism, so he couldn't kneel on the cold floor like Xiaoying.
The father held Xiaoying's body, and then, with Xiaoying's obedient cooperation, Xiaoying got up and lay down on the edge of the bed, holding onto the edge with both hands. After completing this position, the father grabbed Xiaoying's breasts with both hands and frantically fucked Xiaoying again in doggy style, "slap slap slap..."
Xiaoying's breasts changed shape constantly in the father's hands. The two of them had used so many positions tonight: missionary, woman on top, doggy style, what other positions hadn't they tried?
In another scene, "I" finally couldn't bear the stimulation anymore and dragged my tired body to my bedroom. At that time, I could no longer bear the stimulation of the sounds of the two of them having sex. In the surveillance video, looking at "my" back at that time, why did I feel that "he" was so lonely and pitiful?
Watching the security footage now, I'm shocked to learn what I've learned. Seeing Xiaoying hunched over the bed, and her father thrusting into her from behind, their expressions of ecstasy and pleasure, I realized how much had happened in the short ten minutes I stood outside the door that night. What would I have felt and what would have happened if I had opened the door and witnessed it all?
Thinking about this, I shook my head with a bitter smile. Did I even have the guts to do that? Stopping my wild thoughts, the "me" in the video had already returned to the bedroom, lying on the bed, weeping and suffering alone, leaving me, the outsider, to watch alone.
After a few minutes on the bed, the father withdrew his penis.
He didn't say a word, but Xiaoying seemed to understand his meaning. Perhaps she was tired of standing on the floor, or perhaps she felt the softness of the bed was the most comfortable, or perhaps she sensed that I wouldn't wake up at that moment. Now bolder, they prepared to return to the bed.
Xiaoying climbed wearily onto the bed, then rolled over and lay on her back, her flawless white body covered in sweat. Her father, still throbbing with erection, climbed onto the bed as well. But when he knelt between Xiaoying's legs, he hesitated, his hand on his penis, looking at Xiaoying as if he
wanted to say something but couldn't. Seeing her father's hesitant expression, Xiaoying seemed to understand something. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Xiaoying's orgasm was delayed. She desperately needed a strong climax to satisfy herself. She looked at her father, her eyes filled with hesitation and urgency, finally letting out a soft sigh, as if she had made a decision.
Then, to our astonishment, Xiaoying sat up, turned, and lay face down on the bed, raising her buttocks high, burying her face in the pillow, letting her long, disheveled hair cover her cheeks, preventing her father and me from seeing her incredibly shy expression.
Seeing this, a look of wild joy flashed in her father's eyes; he hadn't expected Xiaoying to willingly switch to a doggy-style position. If the previous encounter was somewhat forced by her father, this time it was entirely Xiaoying's own choice.
Xiaoying seemed to know she was embarrassed, letting the pillow and her hair cover her face. At this moment, satisfying her sexual desire was her top priority; nothing else mattered, at least for tonight.
Seeing Xiaoying like this, my excitement and arousal vanished almost entirely, leaving only jealousy. Originally, Xiaoying's willingness to engage in doggy style with me was my only reason for being together, but tonight, even that last reason was broken. Was there anything else between Xiaoying and me? My chaotic mind couldn't think of anything; perhaps there really wasn't.
Her father was still kneeling behind Xiaoying, excited, his hand on his penis, hesitant to move. Xiaoying remained in the doggy style, waiting. Perhaps Xiaoying felt shy because her father could see her vulva and anus so clearly; she needed something from her body, but was too embarrassed to look up and say anything. She felt she should give her father some silent hints.
Xiaoying's buttocks began to wiggle back and forth, like a female dog in heat displaying her swollen vulva to a male dog.
Even the dim-witted father understood Xiaoying's implication. He wiped the drool from his mouth with his other hand, then used one hand to hold Xiaoying's wiggling buttocks, telling Xiaoying he understood. He then used his other hand to guide his penis, aiming the glans at its target.
Because Xiaoying's buttocks were raised high, her labia were spread wide, pulling her labia apart as well. This position allowed the father a clear view of her vulva and anus, explaining Xiaoying's shyness.
Xiaoying's anus contracted and relaxed rhythmically, indicating that her desire was burning fiercely and never extinguished.
"Pfft..." With a sound of air being squeezed out, Xiaoying, who had her face buried in the pillow, let out a muffled groan. Her father's penis, after aiming at its target, plunged in all the way to the hilt.
"Slap slap slap..." Perhaps not wanting to betray Xiaoying's "gift," or perhaps not wanting to disappoint her, after penetration, her father began to fuck her like a madman. At this moment, all guilt and worry had been thrown to the winds; all that remained was lust.
Their bodies collided and rubbed violently. Although Xiaoying's moans were muffled by the pillow, they were still very loud, showing that she not only did not reject her father's frenzy but also had a hint of approval.
During the fucking, her father's hands lingered on Xiaoying's buttocks, slender waist, and breasts. At this moment, he seemed to be using all his strength and vitality.
"Ah..." With a strange, high-pitched moan, Xiaoying's vulva gushed out a stream of clear fluid. Because her father's penis had deeply occupied every inch of her vagina, the fluid, after finally being released, sprayed wildly a long way, staining her father's testicles, pubic hair, legs, and the bedding.
Xiaoying finally experienced her first and most intense orgasm. How intense? She actually squirted. Only her father could make her squirt. I had tried with her many times, no matter how hard I tried or how much foreplay I did, I had never made Xiaoying squirt. Squirting seemed to be a term exclusively used by her father and Xiaoying.
Her father waited for Xiaoying's orgasm to pass, while he also recovered his strength. During the orgasm, although his eyes lingered on Xiaoying's body, they lingered on her anus the most and for the longest time. Besides Xiaoying's breasts, her father was also incredibly fascinated by her anus, as evidenced by the fact that he would kiss her anus multiple times while giving her oral sex.
While Xiaoying was still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, her father freed one hand, then smeared some sticky semen on his fingers at the point where their genitals were joined, and then evenly applied it to Xiaoying's anus.
The moment her father's fingers touched Xiaoying's anus, her body trembled slightly from the unusual stimulation, but she was still experiencing the afterglow of her orgasm and didn't know what her father was going to do.
What was her father going to do? Did the fact that their semen was on Xiaoying's anus give him a strange sense of satisfaction? Or… thinking of another possibility, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat…?
Chapter 150 Getting Drunk
I sat in front of the computer, sweating profusely, while Xiaoying, on the other side, remained oblivious to the danger, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. Perhaps she hadn't realized her anus was in danger.
"Ah..." I heard a rather high-pitched groan from Xiaoying, and my eyes followed the sound, glued to the computer screen. I saw my father moisten Xiaoying's anus with his fingers, then, using the lubrication, he inserted his index finger into her anus.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Xiaoying cried out, her body jerking violently.
After inserting his index finger, my father began thrusting his hips back and forth again. But unlike before, this time it wasn't just his penis that was being thrust, but also his index finger inside Xiaoying's anus. Now, his penis and index finger worked in perfect harmony, each occupying a separate spot, coordinating their movements.
The dual stimulation of her vagina and anus didn't deter Xiaoying from her father; perhaps this unusual pleasure was novel and exciting for her. She even arched her buttocks in response, her expression one of extreme pleasure and stimulation.
Thankfully, there was no vaginal discharge, as long as her father's penis didn't penetrate. Perhaps this was just me comforting myself; I'd never tried this novel method with Xiaoying before, and my father had unexpectedly taken the lead. At this moment, I was stunned by my father's creativity. I stared blankly at everything in the video. This intense stimulation caused me to ejaculate without even masturbating, while my father and Xiaoying in the video hadn't even ejaculated yet. I looked down at my limp penis and the semen on my pants, shaking my head and smiling bitterly. Despite the intense jealousy, I could still ejaculate. Sometimes I really don't know what I care about most. "Not seeing the true face of Mount Lu, alone in the mountain," perhaps that's the only explanation.
Time continued, the two continuing their doggy-style intercourse without changing positions, perhaps intending to finish in this position.
"Ah..." A soft, mixed moan suddenly came through the earpiece, indicating that they were trying to suppress their voices at the last moment. Although the moan was not loud, it was lingering and drawn-out, a kind of groan never heard before.
At this moment, they finally reached their climax. Perhaps it was the special stimulation of me being home, perhaps it was the new anal penetration they had added today, or perhaps it was because they hadn't been intimate for a long time and had been holding back for so long, but this orgasm was the most intense and pleasurable they had ever experienced since they started having sex. The father's rapidly trembling, contracting scrotum suggested the thick semen continuously being injected into Xiaoying's uterus; Xiaoying's trembling body, the soaked sheets and blankets beneath their joined genitals—everything…
the scene was so familiar. The two were experiencing that ultimate pleasure, while in another room, "I" hid in my bedroom, crying under the covers. I rubbed my tense cheeks, lit a cigarette. I'd already smoked so much, I felt a little nauseous, but I figured smoking would make me feel better.
After I finished my cigarette, the two in the video finally recovered from their climax. The two of them panicked afterward, quickly cleaning up the mess. Xiaoying had achieved immense satisfaction, but a hint of allure lingered in her eyes, as if…
the two of them, now fully awake, seemed somewhat flustered and tense. Xiaoying got dressed, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then tiptoed out of her father's room without saying goodbye. But when she reached the door of our bedroom, Xiaoying's hand rested on the doorknob; it was clear she was nervous. Perhaps her biggest fear was opening the door to find her husband already awake and sitting on the bed waiting for her return.
Xiaoying hesitated for a moment at the bedroom door, then tremblingly opened it, finding "me" still fast asleep. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell at the doorway. She braced herself against the doorframe with one hand, gently patting her ample breasts with the other, and let out a long sigh. She walked to the bedside and, seeing her husband still sound asleep, her expression finally relaxed.
She gently covered me with the blanket, glanced at the sleeping "me" a few times, and then left the bedroom. She had originally intended to take a shower, but when she reached the bathroom door, she hesitated. The allure in her eyes and the lingering aftertaste in her gaze seemed to intensify.
My unintentional indulgence in pretending to be asleep emboldened her considerably. Perhaps the aphrodisiac hadn't completely worn off, perhaps the recent experience was still unforgettable, or perhaps she knew future opportunities might be few. She abandoned her shower plans and went back to her father's bedroom for another unforgettable night with him.
Her father was tidying the bedding when he suddenly saw Xiaoying return to his bedroom. His face showed tension and confusion. He stopped tidying and looked at Xiaoying. Without her father speaking, Xiaoying knew what he wanted to ask. She didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently at him. The two, already in perfect sync, understood that "I" was still fast asleep and hadn't woken up.
Her father relaxed and let out a long sigh. Xiaoying walked towards him with a spring-like look in her eyes. Everything was clear without needing to be explained further. For the next while, the entire father's bedroom was filled with passion...
Perhaps I had already ejaculated, or perhaps I had become numb. After Xiaoying returned to her father's bedroom, I didn't pay close attention to their lovemaking anymore. Watching them progress slowly, I became somewhat impatient. I fast-forwarded with the mouse until they finished their second time. I didn't notice anything new happening. Perhaps I had become numb to their sex life, or perhaps my heart had grown cold. I shut down the computer; I had no desire to watch any further. I
understood everything. I could blame that night on the aphrodisiacs and their uncontrollable impulses. And since it had already happened and couldn't be undone, what was there to dwell on? I numbly wiped my pants clean and put on my clothes. I turned my head to the window; the night outside was still so captivating. I gazed into the distance, trying to relieve the fatigue in my eyes. At that moment, my body seemed to be no longer under my brain's control. I dragged my tired body out of the company. I smoked as I walked outside, not knowing what I was going to do. Go to a brothel? Putting aside the fact that I didn't know where I was, I was afraid that even if I found a prostitute, I wouldn't be able to get an erection.
It was my own arrangement, yet I was still suffering; at this moment, I really hated myself. I walked out of the office building; it was already past 11 PM. The cold wind on my face instantly sobered me up. I threw away my cigarette butt and strolled down the street. The city was vast, but I found no place for myself right now. What I needed was numbness and comfort. Although it was almost midnight, the nightlife was just beginning; the entertainment and food streets were still bustling.
Tonight, no one was with me, but no one was bothering me either. I'd just numb myself with alcohol. To avoid getting drunk and being left unattended, I decided to buy some food and alcohol to drink back in the office, rather than sleeping on the streets after drinking outside. I bought some cooked food and side dishes, and two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor). Why not beer? Because beer doesn't get you drunk easily; baijiu is stronger, I guess.
I started walking back with the food and drinks, only to suddenly realize I was lost. It's ridiculous to think about it. Although I've worked at this company for a long time, I always go straight home to my family after get off work and rarely wander around outside the company area. So I'm not very familiar with the surrounding area. Especially since I was just in a daze and didn't even remember the way I came.
What a bad night! I was getting really frustrated. Xiaoying might be pregnant, I was reviewing the video footage, and now I'm lost. My mood was absolutely terrible. Not knowing which way to go, I decided to treat it as a walk to clear my head and slowly find my way back to the company. I'd find it eventually, and besides, I'm a grown man, I'm not afraid at night.
"Tap tap tap..." I heard the sound of bamboo clappers. I turned to look.
In front of a closed shop, I saw a rather disheveled man sitting on the ground. His clothes weren't dirty, but they looked very unkempt. He didn't seem to mind the cold, sitting cross-legged on the ground. A banner was laid out in front of him, and he would tap the two bamboo clappers in his hands as passersby walked by.
Unable to contain my curiosity, and also wanting to ask for directions, I went over. I didn't look at the person, but first glanced at the banner in front of him. It turned out to be a fortune teller. The banner was tattered and worn, the words barely legible. Feng shui consultations, name selection, fortune telling… the tattered banner had been turned over countless times.
At that moment, I couldn't help but purse my lips. I'm a university graduate, educated in Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought; I've always looked down on these feudal superstitions and never believed in them. Although feng shui masters are famous and often portrayed as miraculous, even celebrities have their own feng shui masters, I still don't accept this stuff. I decided to get back to business and ask for directions. But when I looked up at the person, I was so shocked I almost fell to the ground. This fortune teller had a very dark complexion, but he also had vitiligo—patches of black and white on his face, hands, face, and neck. I hadn't noticed because he was wearing a straw hat. Seeing this, my first feeling was horror, and the second was disgust (this is not meant to discriminate against people with vitiligo; it's just for the sake of the story). At that moment, the man looked up at me with a puzzled expression. For some reason, there seemed to be a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. Having seen countless people, I knew this down-on-his-luck fortune teller must have had a story, but I didn't know what had happened to bring him to this state.
We didn't speak, but I felt a sense of kinship with him, as if we were kindred spirits, both suffering the same fate. How much better off could I be than him? Perhaps he was lamenting his own misfortunes that night, or perhaps he just wanted to confide in someone he didn't want to know. I walked over to him and, ignoring the dust on the ground, sat down cross-legged. The fortune teller stared at me with a questioning look, wondering what I wanted.
"Still out so late? You must not have earned enough for today's meal. How about I offer you food and drinks? Have a drink with me?" I placed the food and drinks on the ground through a plastic bag and handed him a bottle of wine…

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