Online article reprint: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 1-30)

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Synopsis: My name is Wang Jincheng. In the blink of an eye, I'm already thirty years old. I have a kind and beautiful wife and a lovely three-year-old son. My only regret is that when I was 26, before I got married, my 48-year-old mother passed away from lymphoma, leaving behind me and my 50-year-old father, preventing me from fulfilling my filial duties to her. A year after my mother's death, I married my college classmate, Qu Ying, with whom I had been in a relationship for seven years, temporarily easing the grief in my family caused by my mother's passing. A year later, our son, Hao Hao, was born, bringing countless joys and sweetness to our family. Due to my mother's passing, I can only express my filial piety to my 54-year-old father. ...

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Chapter 001 Reflections

Filial piety is the foundation of all virtues, especially after becoming a parent myself, one can truly appreciate the greatness of parental love. You don't know the cost of living until you support a family, and you don't know the gratitude owed to your parents until you raise a child.

My name is Wang Jincheng. In the blink of an eye, I'm already thirty years old. I have a kind and beautiful wife and a lovely three-year-old son. My only regret is that when I was 26, before I was even married, my 48-year-old mother passed away from lymphoma, leaving behind my 50-year-old father and me, without me having the chance to fulfill my filial duties.

A year after my mother's death, I married my college classmate, Qu Ying, whom I had been dating for seven years, which temporarily eased the grief in my family caused by my mother's passing.

A year later, our son, Hao Hao, was born, bringing countless joys and sweetness to our family. Because of my mother's death, I can only fulfill my filial duties to my 54-year-old father.

My father is a typical honest and kind man, raised in the countryside, a simple farmer. When I was in college, he would go to the city to work after the harvest season to earn extra money to help support the family and pay for my studies. He is a very hardworking and simple person. Due

to his physical labor from a young age, my father is very tall and strong with dark skin. After Qu Ying and I got married, we bought a house in the suburbs of Harbin. To fulfill my filial duty, I brought my father from our rural hometown to live with us. Also, since my wife and I both work, my father could help us take care of our child.

Let me introduce my wife, Qu Ying. She and I were classmates in university, but in different departments. I was in the Economics and Trade department, while she was in the Arts department, studying Fashion Design because of her good figure and looks. She was 172cm tall, with large, expressive eyes, small, red lips like vermilion, and a 34D bust, all contributing to her beauty. She was also a member of the university's etiquette team. We

met at a university-wide freshman/senior student social event. I was performing a solo, and the student council president suggested I have a girl dance with me during my performance. So he helped me find a dance partner, and that's how I met my wife, Qu Ying. At the time, Qu Ying was in the etiquette team and also in the university's arts department; she was not only beautiful but also a great dancer.

So, in the two weeks leading up to the social event, we often rehearsed together in the rehearsal room, and over time, we became increasingly familiar with each other. We discovered we had a lot in common, including many shared interests. For example, we both liked sweet and sour foods and enjoyed reading Yu Qiuyu's essays.

One evening a year later, I confessed my feelings to her on the school playground, and she accepted. From graduation to starting work, we were always together, and from meeting to marriage, we walked together for seven years. Although my wife is very beautiful, she is quiet and conservative. During our courtship, the most we did was kiss. It wasn't until our wedding night that I truly took her body. The next morning, seeing the bright red plum blossom on the sheets, I was filled with countless emotions.

I now work as an operations manager in a large retail store, while my wife works as a designer in a clothing company. Comparatively, my wife's working hours are more flexible, while mine are completely irregular, with overtime being a regular occurrence. So, every time I come home, my wife has already been off work for a long time. The only advantage is that I can eat a delicious meal cooked by my wife when I get home.

My wife and I had a relatively harmonious sex life, usually once or twice a week, lasting about 10 minutes each time. Although my wife is usually quiet and conservative, she is quite open in bed, especially when she rides me with her dancing hips, it's incredibly arousing. Her voice is sweet, so her moans and cries are like heavenly music, like a seductive melody, making it easy for me to reach orgasm.

However, this happy period didn't last long. One morning around 3 a.m., a year after our child was born, I went to the bathroom and suddenly experienced severe, sharp pain in my lower right abdomen. After going to the hospital, I was diagnosed with multiple kidney stones in both kidneys, hydronephrosis, and the stones were quite large. Although surgery relieved the pain, the extracorporeal shock wave therapy caused significant damage to my kidneys, resulting in bleeding during urination for a period of time.

I took medication for a long time and finally recovered. However, after recovering, I found that I had become noticeably less interested in sex. I could barely muster the interest to make love with my wife, and I would become weak and unable to continue after a few minutes. My wife comforted me, saying it was because I was recovering from a serious illness and had a lot of work pressure, and told me to rest well. But occasionally, I would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and find my wife secretly masturbating. That's when I realized I could no longer satisfy her…

Life went on, and it had been six months since we'd had a successful sexual relationship. To stimulate myself, I looked up a lot of pornography online. There was a wide variety of pornography online, but one day when I read about incest and cuckoldry, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body; I was completely aroused. How could I have never realized I had such a perverted side?

One day, I came across a piece about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law's pornography, and I was instantly captivated. It described how a husband and daughter-in-law, to fulfill their filial duty to their single father, arranged for the wife to seduce him, eventually having sex with him to fulfill their filial duty. After reading this, I was deeply attracted by the scenes. I even got an erection, harder than ever before. Finally, I went to the bathroom and masturbated while reading the article on my phone. I ejaculated a lot, and it was very stimulating.

After ejaculating, I lay in bed, looking at my sleeping wife beside me. I superimposed her onto the daughter-in-law in the article, and my sleeping father next door onto the father-in-law in the article. Recalling the scenes in the article, I discovered that my penis, which had just ejaculated, had become erect again. Usually, I need at least two hours between ejaculations, but this time the second erection occurred in less than half an hour. I couldn't resist, so I went to the bathroom and masturbated again. It felt very good.

Back in bed, I was confused. Why was I so interested in these kinds of scenarios? Was I really a pervert? For a while afterward, although I tried to distract myself by working, I kept imagining my wife and father making love in my mind when I went to sleep at night, and I would go to the bathroom to masturbate. I even felt that imagining my wife and father making love while masturbating was more pleasurable than having sex with my wife. I knew I had inadvertently opened Pandora's box, and there was no turning back...

Chapter 002 The Decision

From then on, I was always in a daze at work, unable to concentrate. My mind kept replaying the scenes from that article about a mother-in-law and father-in-law having sex. Even after my wife came home from work, I would imagine what might happen between her and my father when they were alone together. I had practically gone into a morbid state. Was I really going to arrange for my wife and father to have sex according to the scenarios in the article?

No, that won't work. The scenario in the story involves the husband persuading his wife, who then agrees to seduce her father-in-law step by step. For me, the first step wouldn't be successful. Novels are just novels; they shouldn't be taken seriously. If I were to persuade Qu Ying to seduce my father now, I think the mildest result would be a severe scolding from my wife, and she might even send me to a mental hospital.

One evening, I returned home to find my father soothing his son, Hao Hao. Food was laid out on the table, and my wife, wearing a nightgown

, was tidying up the house. Since my father lives with us, my wife dresses conservatively even at home, even when it's hot. However, today, while tidying up, she occasionally bent over to dust under the sofa and TV cabinet. Although her nightgown was conservative, even the most conservative nightgown had a lower neckline than normal clothing. Every time she bent over, I could inadvertently see her snow-white breasts and the deep cleavage through the neckline. My wife's breasts are a 34D, definitely full-figured.

Thinking of the scenes described in those novels, I secretly watched my father, wondering if he would peek at my wife's occasional glimpses of her breasts. But after observing him for a long time while eating, I only noticed that after my father accidentally caught a glimpse of my wife's breasts, he immediately turned away to comfort the child, and didn't turn back or peek again. It was

completely different from what I read in the novels. No wonder, my father is a simple, honest farmer. He's naturally simple and reserved, and his thinking is very traditional. According to traditional thinking, a daughter-in-law is one's own family, another daughter; how could a father peek at his own daughter? Moreover, it's taboo for a father-in-law to peek at his daughter-in-law. So when he saw his daughter-in-law Qu Ying's accidentally exposed breasts and cleavage, he didn't hesitate to avert his gaze—a normal reaction for an elderly person. If he really couldn't resist peeking, it would only make him feel guilty.

Ugh, what a headache! My wife is conservative and can't accept it, and my father is conservative and can't accept it either; this is entirely understandable. Because I work in management and often receive phone calls in my sleep, I'm a light sleeper; the slightest noise will wake me up.

That night, I was awakened by a slight tremor in the bed. Half-asleep, by the moonlight, I saw my wife secretly masturbating again. She was biting her lower lip, one hand caressing her breast, the other rapidly stroking her genitals. Her eyes were closed, but after a while she stopped, sighed, and realized masturbation couldn't bring her to orgasm.

I squinted as my wife turned to me. She looked at my face, then gently stroked it with such deep affection. My wife and I had never had a major argument; occasionally we'd have a small squabble, but we'd forget about it the next day. Husbands and wives don't hold grudges overnight. Therefore, my relationship with Qu Ying and I had always been very good; we loved each other deeply.

My wife was still quietly watching me, a blush on her beautiful face. I knew she was aroused. I couldn't satisfy her, and masturbation couldn't satisfy her either. I believed that without her deep love for me, her physical desires would have led her to cheat, but because of her love for me, she would never betray me.

Women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck the earth dry at fifty. My wife just turned 30 today, right at the stage where her libido is starting to rise, and I understand her current sexual desires. I hate my own body. Slowly, my wife fell asleep, and I opened my eyes and gently kissed her face.

It's another weekend, and this weekend I finally don't have to work overtime; I can have a good rest. My father is playing with our son on the sofa, and my wife is washing vegetables and preparing dinner. It's a rare family gathering today, so my wife is preparing a good meal. And I, taking advantage of my day off, am helping my wife with housework: sweeping, mopping, and taking out the trash.

After tidying my bedroom, I went to tidy my father's bedroom. Because my wife and I both work, we hardly have time for housework. My father cleans his bedroom and living room every day, and then my wife and I clean our bedroom ourselves. Perhaps my father feels uncomfortable entering our bedroom, so he never cleans it. Today, since I have a rare day off, I decided to clean both my father's bedroom and living room.

After sweeping my father's bedroom, I knelt down and began scrubbing. When I reached the area around his bed, I noticed a small stain on the floor. It was a small, pale white, egg-white-like mark left by a drop of liquid that had splashed onto the wood. It was dried and odorless. A sudden

jolt went through me. Could it be…? Just as I was starting to doubt, I saw the trash can under my father's bed. Inside were several wads of toilet paper, seemingly wrapping something. I carefully removed the wads and unfolded them. Inside was a sticky, egg-white-like liquid with a familiar smell—the smell of male hormones. I knew without a doubt what it was: semen.

Could it be traces left by my wife and father having sex? Impossible. Judging from everything that had happened at home, my wife and father's relationship had always been normal. Furthermore, judging from the degree of dryness of the semen on the toilet paper, the traces of semen on the floor and on the toilet paper must have been left last night. My wife was in bed with me the whole night; if she had suddenly left in the middle of the night, I, being a light sleeper, would definitely have noticed.

The only explanation is that my father was masturbating while sitting on the edge of the bed, and a few drops of semen dripped onto the wooden board when he ejaculated. He wiped the rest clean with toilet paper and threw it in the trash can. If I hadn't accidentally discovered the traces on the wooden board and then checked the trash can, I would never have discovered that my father had masturbated last night. I don't think he even noticed the few drops of semen dripping onto the wooden board when he orgasmed.

Although my father is 54 years old, he still has sexual needs, and my mother has been gone for 4 years. I think he must be satisfying his sexual needs through masturbation. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very sorry for my father. He raised me, and when I grew up, he was supposed to enjoy life, but now his wife is gone, and he can only satisfy his sexual needs in his later years by himself. I can provide my father with food, clothing, and shelter, but now I haven't given him sexual happiness in his old age.

My wife's unmet sexual desires led to frequent masturbation, and my father's unsatisfied sex life resulted in frequent masturbation. What a perfect match they were! Why couldn't my wife and father satisfy each other? Thinking about this, I felt like I had become the third wheel in this family.

But then I thought, this would satisfy my wife's sexual needs and also fulfill my father's sexual desires in his later years. And imagining my beautiful and kind wife, Qu Ying, making love with my old-fashioned, dark-skinned, and simple father—the stimulation would be unparalleled… But I wanted to get something happening between my wife and father, yet I didn't know how.

Finally, unable to resist the overwhelming urge, I decided to do everything I could to bring my wife and father together. As their husband, I decided to become the third wheel, the matchmaker between them…

Chapter 003 Preparation

After deciding to act as a matchmaker for my wife and father, how to implement it became my current problem. First, I needed a meticulous plan to push it forward and deploy it. Because I was very busy with work and spent a lot of time away from home during the day, I needed to know what was happening when I wasn't home, which required a monitoring system.

With today's advanced technology, all sorts of shady high-tech products are also emerging. In public restrooms, countless advertisements for "handguns," "date rape drugs," and "counterfeit money" are posted on the partitions. Finally, I found a sales number for a device called "hidden camera" on one of the partitions.

After contacting them over the phone, they gave me a website with many hidden camera devices. I finally chose a very discreet and effective one: a five-hole wall socket, or a light switch. The cameras were hidden in the gaps between the socket and the switch, making them extremely inconspicuous. After buying them, I installed one above my father's bed, another above my own bed, and several in the bathroom and living room—a total of six. This ensured comprehensive monitoring of the house.

Unfortunately, this system only recorded video and didn't provide real-time images; the recording time was limited to 48 hours. With these prepared, I started thinking about my next plan.

Because I often work overtime after work, I usually only go to sleep after my wife falls asleep. While she was asleep, I would open the software on my computer and watch the daily recordings. For the first few days, I didn't notice anything unusual, but yesterday's recording revealed something amiss, and this anomaly gave me a glimmer of hope.

It was before I got off work. My wife, Qu Ying, was tidying up our bedroom as usual, while my father was watching TV in the living room. Our bedroom door was open, and my wife was busy making the bed, mopping the floor, and tidying up the house. As usual, she was wearing her rather conservative nightgown, and bending over was unavoidable. Every time she bent over, I could see her white breasts and cleavage from the front, and her round, large buttocks from behind.

Because the bedroom door faced the living room sofa, my father could see everything happening in the bedroom out of the corner of his eye while watching TV. At first, he could keep his eyes glued to the TV, and even when he occasionally caught a glimpse of Qu Ying's exposed skin, he remained calm and tried to keep his eyes on the TV. But after a while, he couldn't help but steal glances at his wife's exposed skin.

Although it was his daughter-in-law in front of him, the father tried hard not to look, but she was, after all, a beautiful and sexy woman, especially her stunning figure—something his father, from the countryside, had never seen. Even the most honest and simple man can't resist looking at attractive things. He admired his wife for over half an hour, while she, oblivious, tidied up for over half an hour.

After finishing, the two ate dinner together. His wife was a filial and kind woman, very devoted to his father. At the dinner table, they chatted about interesting things at work, and his father wore the simple, honest smile typical of rural people. Nothing else happened after dinner until I got home.

I switched the recording to his bedroom, where he was reading normally. Although he came from the countryside, he enjoyed martial arts novels, so I had prepared many classic works by Jin Yong and Gu Long for him.

He read for a long time, and I watched the recording without anything unusual happening, so I turned it off and went to sleep. But just then, I saw my father sit up, put down his book, and slowly pull down his underwear, revealing his dark penis. Although it wasn't erect, it was at least 12 centimeters long. Keep in mind, my penis is only about 12 centimeters long when erect. I'd never had the chance to go to the public bathhouse with my father before, so this was the first time I'd seen his penis.

After removing his underwear, my father began to slowly masturbate with his right hand. Slowly, his penis became erect, and when it was fully erect, I was stunned. Judging from my estimation, his penis was at least 18 centimeters long, the glans the size of an egg, the shaft dark, with clearly visible veins like earthworms coiled on it. I was truly envious of my father. How happy a woman would be to have sex with such a thick penis! Why hadn't I inherited his genes in that area?

My father continued masturbating, and the speed of his hand movements increased. Was he imagining his wife, Qu Ying, while masturbating? About half an hour later, a gush of milky white semen shot out from the urethral opening of my father's egg-sized glans. It was a lot, and seeing this, I couldn't help but admire my father's ejaculation volume and duration. After ejaculating, my father wiped the semen from his hands and penis with toilet paper, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then lay down on the bed and slowly fell asleep.

After reading this, I let out a long sigh, imagining my father's thick, dark penis penetrating my wife Qu Ying's vagina, my wife moaning loudly. I thought my wife would soon have an orgasm, and thinking about this, my penis actually became erect again.

Looking at my sleeping wife on the bed, I turned off the computer, took off my underwear, and climbed into bed. My wife was still wearing that nightgown, with a pink lace panty underneath. I slowly turned my wife to her side and then slowly pulled down her panty.

My wife sleeps the opposite of me; she's a very deep sleeper, and usually, loud noises and movements won't wake her. I stroked my wife's labia, and soon her vagina slowly became wet. Because we hadn't had sex in a long time, my wife's body was more sensitive than before. After she became wet, I lay behind her and slowly inserted my 12-centimeter-long penis into her body. At this time, her head was slightly tilted back, and her small mouth was slightly open.

I began to move slowly. My wife's lower body was warm and tight. After a few thrusts, my wife slowly woke up and began to moan softly. Perhaps stimulated by the wild thoughts I had been having these past few days, I didn't get weak this time. I kept working hard on my wife from behind. My wife began to moan softly, her voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale's. After about five minutes, stimulated by the scenes I imagined in novels, I ejaculated into my wife's body. Because my wife had an IUD after giving birth, I wasn't worried about her getting pregnant.

My wife turned around and hugged me, rubbing her face against my chest. I knew she was encouraging and comforting me. Normally I could last for ten minutes, but because of the stimulation from the scenes in novels, I ejaculated in less than five minutes.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoying, I still couldn't bring you to orgasm," I said disappointedly.

"It's okay, honey, it's already much better than before. I'm very satisfied," my wife said, pressing her face against my chest in comfort. But from her disappointed eyes, I could still tell that she hadn't reached orgasm. For some reason, at that moment, I thought, "If Father and Xiaoying had sex, how many minutes would Xiaoying reach orgasm? And how many times?" Thinking about this, I shuddered. Was my desire really that urgent? Looking at my wife beside me, I realized that she had fallen asleep again sometime during the day...

Chapter 004 Implementation

After waking up the next day, I did the same things every day, said the same things every day. Apart from occasionally seeing my father masturbating that day, nothing else special happened. A month passed in the blink of an eye. My wife Qu Ying's workplace successfully held a fashion week, and her company was going to hold a celebration banquet. As a family member, I was also invited. My wife is a beautiful woman with a great figure, good looks, and good manners. She is the focus of attention for men wherever she goes.

However, one thing is certain: besides me, my wife treats other men with indifference, rarely smiling, behaving like a normal colleague or friend. Her close friends often praise her in front of us. In her workplace, countless successful men have fallen for her, even making numerous flirtatious advances, but she has always rejected them with a ruthless yet skillful approach. In the eyes of her company, she is a cold, beautiful woman, and I am proud and happy to have such a wife.

The dinner party continued, and everyone was having a great time. My wife and I both drank quite a bit. Because of my job, I often have to communicate with external parties, and drinking is a frequent occurrence, so my alcohol tolerance is quite good. Although I had already had several rounds of drinks, I was still very sober. Finally, the dinner party ended, and everyone prepared to go home. My wife was so drunk that she couldn't walk and leaned weakly on my shoulder.

It was quite a struggle to carry and support her all the way home. Our son, Hao Hao, was already fast asleep, and my father was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. Because of his age, my father doesn't sleep much and usually goes to bed very late. When he saw my wife and me, reeking of alcohol, and my wife completely unconscious, he inevitably gave us a scolding.

After my father and I helped my wife to the bed in the bedroom, he turned off the TV and went to rest. I struggled to undress my wife and put her on the bed. She was only wearing a pink D-cup bra and pink lace panties. Just as I was about to change her into a nightgown, a plan suddenly flashed into my mind.

I didn't put the nightgown on her; she lay on her back on the bed in her bra and panties. Then I left the bedroom, deliberately leaving the door a crack.

I went to my father's bedroom door and knocked. "Dad, there are some urgent sales plans at work that need to be broken down and submitted by tomorrow morning. They must be finished tonight. I'm going back to the office to work overtime," I said, trying to keep my tone calm.

"Oh, around what time will you be back?"

"I probably won't be back tonight. Look after Xiaoying; she drank a lot tonight," my father replied, telling me not to overwork myself and to take care of myself. I stepped out of the room and onto the deserted street. Few cars were on the road, only the dim streetlights illuminated the path ahead. Although I walked steadily, my mind was in turmoil.

Yes, this was the plan that had suddenly come to me. Before leaving, I had only dressed my wife in a sexy bra and panties, her alluring figure on full display. She was completely drunk and unconscious, and the bedroom door was ajar. I hoped that my father would suddenly see Xiaoying's sexy figure that night and do something, thus breaking down his defenses against lust.

Although my father was very honest and simple, a man blinded by lust is capable of anything. Since I couldn't openly arrange things between my father and wife, I might as well create an opportunity for one of them. If my father couldn't control his desires, everything would fall into place naturally.

Even if my wife eventually found out, the deed would be done, and there would be no going back. It wasn't that I wasn't worried about my wife doing something irrational after what happened. After all, I know her well, and as long as I persisted in loving her and comforting her, I believed everything would develop in the direction I expected.

At work, I couldn't concentrate on my computer; my mind was constantly on the situation at home. Had my father already slipped into my wife's bedroom? Had he already taken her body? What I hated most was why the home security cameras weren't recording live; a raging fire was burning within me.

I suppressed the urge to go home and check several times. What if my father and wife were doing something? If I suddenly went back, wouldn't I be disrupting everything? I kept reassuring myself, trying to distract myself by watching movies on the computer. That night, I couldn't sleep, and even the next day, my mind wasn't on work.

Finally, I got off work in the evening and rushed home. Everything was as usual. My wife was at the computer, the table was still full of dinner prepared for me, and my father was still on the sofa, playing with his grandson.

The only difference was that the moment my father saw me return, his gaze shifted and became somewhat evasive. My father is a straightforward man; he doesn't mince words, and all his emotions are written on his face. Seeing the fleeting, evasive look in his eyes, I knew something must have happened while I was away last night. I suppressed my excitement. When my wife

saw me return, she took off her headset, got up to get me slippers, and took my briefcase. Xiaoying is always so considerate; she takes care of me like this every time I come home from work.

"I heard from Dad this morning that you worked overtime all night at the office? You must be exhausted!" Xiaoying said with a smile.

"Yes, but it's okay, I finished all the work, but I'm exhausted." I carefully observed Xiaoying's expression as I spoke. "

Then hurry up and eat. Don't overwork yourself in the future; take care of yourself." I observed my wife for a long time and found that her expression was normal, showing no abnormality, and she didn't seem to be deliberately hiding her emotions. I was even more curious about what had happened last night…

“Dad, did Xiaoying vomit last night?” I asked casually while eating. Hearing this, my father stiffened noticeably and stammered, “No…no, she didn’t vomit at all last night.”

“Oh, that’s good. Don’t let her drink so much in the future.” As I said this, I suddenly noticed a hint of disappointment in my father’s eyes.

After dinner, Xiaoying went to wash the dishes, and my father and I watched TV on the sofa. My father was unusually quiet today. Usually, he would chat with me endlessly about this and that, but his sudden silence today made me feel something was wrong. Lying in bed

, my wife flipped through a magazine, yawning. “Go to sleep early if you’re sleepy, honey,” I said to my wife. Actually, I wanted to watch the surveillance footage from last night after my wife fell asleep, and that desire in my heart grew stronger and stronger. “

Okay, honey, you should go to sleep early too. Don’t stay up too late,” my wife said obediently. A little while later, I heard my father turn off the TV and return to the bedroom. Finally, after waiting until my father and wife were fast asleep, I sat down at the computer and, with trembling hands, turned it on. I opened the video recording software for my bedroom with Xiaoying, and set the playback time to the moment I left home last night…

Chapter 005 Struggle

The time was finally set to the moment I left home last night, and the video began to play slowly. My palms were sweating with nervousness. But almost an hour passed, and the room remained quiet; nothing unusual happened.

Just when I thought nothing more would happen, my wife, Xiaoying, suddenly tried to sit up, trembling, propping herself up on the bed. She kept gagging and calling out, “Jincheng, Jincheng…” Seeing this, I felt a small pang of emotion. Although my wife was still completely drunk, whether she was sober or drunk, the first person she thought of was me, her husband.

When my father heard my wife Xiaoying calling my name and gagging, he immediately came out of the bedroom in his pajamas and went straight to the bathroom. Then he grabbed a washbasin and rushed to Xiaoying's bedroom. Perhaps my father had just woken up and was still a little groggy. When he heard Xiaoying gagging, his first reaction was to take the washbasin to the bedroom to catch Xiaoying's vomit.

But when the father opened the door and rushed into Xiaoying's bedroom, he froze, as if frozen in place. In the dim moonlight streaming in, he saw an incredibly sexy woman, wearing a sexy bra and panties. Xiaoying's breasts were large, a full 34D, and her bra was a small style, barely covering her nipples. Her white, full breasts and the alluring cleavage were displayed before him without any concealment. Xiaoying had her hands behind her back on the bed, her eyes closed, still in a dazed, drunken state. She was so beautiful. Even

in the video, even having seen my wife's body countless times, seeing her so sexy and alluring made me a little stunned. The father stood frozen in the bedroom doorway for a full half minute. Then, Xiaoying suddenly turned her head away from the bed and began to gag.

Perhaps it was Xiaoying's renewed gagging that woke the father. The father rushed to Xiaoying's bedside and placed the basin beneath her. Perhaps Xiaoying had only drunk enough to vomit, as she dry-heaved for a long time without vomiting. At this moment, the father wanted to pat her back, but his hand suddenly stopped above her back, unable to bring himself to do so. Perhaps he was struggling with the thought that this sexy beauty before him was his daughter-in-law, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Because Xiaoying was bent over, her body trembled with each dry heave, her firm, full breasts swaying and trembling like two large papayas hanging from vines. This posture made her breasts appear even larger. Although the father tried his best to avoid his gaze, his body was now beyond his control due to desire, and his eyes were fixed on Xiaoying's white breasts.

Finally, after dry-heaving for a long time without vomiting, Xiaoying loosened her grip on the bed, lay back on the bed, gently shook her head a few times, and fell into a deep sleep again. At this moment, my father was still holding the basin, his eyes never leaving Xiaoying's breasts.

I noticed a bulge in his pajama bottoms; I knew he was erect, his large penis ready for intercourse. Looking at that prominent bulge, I couldn't help but admire his impressive "assets."

After about a minute, my father finally came to his senses, his body trembling as he straightened up. It was clear his body was trembling uncontrollably; I'm sure his heart was pounding faster than ever before. He slowly carried the basin out of Xiaoying's room and gently placed it in the bathroom.

After leaving the bathroom, he suddenly stopped at the door. Then he remained motionless, like a walking corpse. I saw struggle in his face. After struggling for a while, my father slowly walked into Xiaoying's bedroom. He stood in front of Xiaoying's bed, looking at her naked, sexy body. His struggle intensified. Finally, he tried to reach out his right hand. His right hand and body were trembling. His right hand slowly reached towards Xiaoying's breast. The time on the video was ticking away, and my father's hands were slowly moving towards Xiaoying's breasts, the distance between his hand and her breasts shrinking...

My heart clenched with each step of his approaching right hand. My hands were drenched in sweat, and my eyes were glued to the computer screen, afraid to blink for fear of missing the moment my father's right hand touched my wife's breast.

However, just as my father's hand was about to touch Xiaoying's breast, he suddenly stopped. A look of pain appeared on his face. He abruptly pulled his hand back, closed his eyes, and stood there gasping for breath. After panting heavily for a while, Father abruptly turned and walked out of Xiaoying's bedroom. Then, with his back to Xiaoying's bedroom, he suddenly slapped himself twice hard across the face.

Father stood there for a long time, finally calming himself down. Then he sighed, slowly turned around, and gently closed Xiaoying's bedroom door with his hands. Father kept his eyes closed the whole time, but just as the door was about to close, his eyes opened, his gaze fixed on Xiaoying's sexy, naked body. Then the door slowly closed, and finally Xiaoying's body disappeared from Father's sight. After closing the door, Father slowly moved his aged body back to his own bedroom. After

returning to his bedroom, Father did not lie down on the bed immediately, but sat on the edge of the bed. It was then that I noticed that Father's "little tent" had been erect all along. After sitting down, Father slowly pulled down his pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing what was inside the "little tent".

Perhaps stimulated by Xiaoying's recent visual experience, my father's penis was even longer and thicker than usual when he masturbated. Previously, it would reach 18 centimeters, but this time it appeared to be 20 centimeters. His erect penis stood stiffly, from his crotch to the egg-sized glans, the shaft curving upwards like a samurai sword. My father

began stroking his thick penis with his right hand, closing his eyes. I believe he was currently imagining Xiaoying's appearance. His stroking became faster and faster. After about 20 minutes, thick, milky-white semen began to spurt from the urethral opening of his egg-sized glans. I started counting the spurts; in the end, my father ejaculated a full 13 spurts. I know I usually ejaculate no more than 5 spurts, so I was once again shocked by my father's powerful sexual ability.

After ejaculating, my father wiped himself clean with toilet paper and slowly lay down on the bed. I fast-forwarded the video bit by bit, afraid of missing anything exciting. I ended the recording at the next morning, showing my father tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, and not getting up again. At that moment, I believed he must have had a sleepless night…

Chapter 006 Jealousy.

I closed the recording and trembled as I wiped my sweaty hands with a tissue.

Although my father didn't touch Xiaoying's body in the end, even that alone gave me an unprecedented thrill.

After watching the video, I finally understood what my father's evasive gaze held today—a deep sense of guilt towards me, his son. He himself had been aroused by his daughter-in-law's body, driven by his most primal desires.

But instead of being disappointed in my father, I was deeply moved by his actions. Ask any man with normal physical desires, after experiencing such a passionate scene last night, who could resist? Although my father struggled several times, he held back, not reaching out with his desire. For this alone, I had to admire my father and feel his greatness.

Although nothing substantial progressed last night, I felt relieved. It seemed my first step had been quite successful, as I had successfully breached my father's psychological defenses, opening a narrow crack in the door of his desire. These things can't be rushed; they require a gradual, step-by-step approach.

As long as my plan doesn't falter, things will slowly develop in the direction I want.

While my first step was successful, it's only the beginning; there's still a long road ahead.

Now that I've opened the crack in my father's heart, it's not enough; I also need to work on my wife, Xiaoying.

After shutting down the computer, I found my penis was still erect. I got up and slowly lay back down on the bed, my left hand caressing Xiaoying's full, round buttocks. Just as I was about to take it a step further, another idea flashed through my mind.

I withdrew my hands and slowly lay back.

I realized that from today until the plan succeeded, I couldn't have sex with Xiaoying anymore. I couldn't relieve my wife's sexual desire at this time. I had to stop all sexual activity with Xiaoying and slowly build up her sexual desire. When it reached a certain level, it would explode completely.

Having figured this out, I looked at my penis, which was much shorter than my father's, and sighed, "Little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for a while,"

I said to my penis with a smile.

Afterwards, I got up and went to the bathroom. Taking advantage of the desire aroused by the video recording, I masturbated to my heart's content. It felt really good. I found that my desire to make my father and Xiaoying have sex was getting stronger and stronger.

Daily life continued. After a few days, my father's guilt gradually subsided and he began to return to normal. The only change was that my father no longer avoided my gaze. When I wasn't home, and Xiaoying was tidying up the house in her nightgown, my father would secretly look at Xiaoying's unintentionally exposed cleavage and feast his eyes.

During this time, by watching the nighttime videos, I noticed that my father's masturbation frequency had increased significantly. I knew that his desires were slowly opening again, and from now on, I would start working on Xiaoying. Before I knew

it, it was October 1st, the National Day holiday. For someone as usually busy as me, this was a rare vacation. I decided to take my father and Xiaoying on a day trip. Since my son Haohao was still young and needed someone to look after him, I left him at the largest maternal and child health center in Harbin on the day of the trip.

This way, I could enjoy this precious day off with my father and wife.

After discussing it, we decided to go to the beach. Due to the nature of my work, I always carry my laptop with me, even during my rest time, I might suddenly receive work assignments from the company.

At the beach, Xiaoying ran happily barefoot on the sand, like a little girl full of childlike innocence.

Today she wore a bright green dress that reached her knees, revealing her long, slender, and fair legs. The dress had a high V-neck, subtly revealing her deep, full cleavage. She seemed happy today; it was rare for my wife to wear something a little more revealing than usual.

Her sexy yet not revealing outfit, combined with her slender, toned figure and beautiful appearance, attracted countless men's gazes on the beach.

Seeing the looks in their eyes, I felt a small surge of pride and satisfaction.

My wife was still running in the water, occasionally squatting down to collect seashells, having a wonderful time.

My father, being from a rural background, was visiting the beach for the first time. He looked around curiously, his eyes full of wonder.

Just then, I received a call from the company headquarters to analyze a performance report. I had no choice but to sit on the beach, open my laptop, connect to the wireless network, and begin the analysis.

My wife seemed tired of playing. She ran to my side, fiddling with her emerald green dress, pouting, and squatted down beside me. She tossed sand into the air with her other hand, splashing it all over me.

I quickly moved my laptop aside, shook my head, and said, "Xiaoying, stop fooling around. I'm working."

Xiaoying playfully stuck out her tongue, put her hands on her hips, and laughed, "Honey, don't work now. We finally got out today, play with me for a little while, just a little bit, okay?"

My wife is usually a serious, aloof beauty at work, only showing her playful and lively side in front of me and my father.

Actually, she's a very lively person; her seriousness at work and in social situations is just a protective layer.

"Hmph, all you think about is work! You don't even see me as your wife! I won't like you anymore, boohoo!"

Xiaoying plopped down on the sand, looking very annoyed, rubbing her eyes and pretending to cry.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile wryly. She's thirty years old, and still so playful in front of her husband.

At that moment, I took out a diamond ring from my laptop bag—a ring I had just bought for my wife yesterday. Because our finances weren't great when we got married, I hadn't been able to buy her a ring until now.

This quarter, I earned a 20,000 yuan bonus through my own efforts, and I spent 16,000 yuan on the ring for her. I tapped her head with the ring box.

"Okay, stop crying. Look what I bought you."

My wife raised her head, made a face, grabbed my arm, and snuggled close to me, her round eyes wide with curiosity. "Hehe, just kidding, I wasn't crying. Look what my husband bought me!"

I opened the ring, and my wife snatched it away, holding it tightly in her hands, her body trembling slightly with emotion. She suddenly kissed me hard on the cheek. "Thank you, husband! I love you so much! I'm so happy!"

Perhaps suddenly remembering that her father-in-law was still nearby, Xiaoying glanced at her father, then blushed.

My father watched us the whole time, a smile on his face, but I saw a hint of envy and jealousy in it.

My wife put the diamond ring back into my hand, then playfully stood up and held out her right hand. "Honey, I want you to propose to me again, hehe,"

she said, her face flushed with happiness.

Seeing Xiaoying like this, my father and I were both amused and exasperated. We couldn't help it; my wife had spoken.

I knelt down on one knee, mimicking a proposal from a TV show, holding the diamond ring in both hands. "Darling, will you marry me?"

My wife lowered her head, pretended to ponder for a moment, then chuckled. "Hmm, seeing how sincere you are, this princess will marry you, you big bad wolf."

I carefully slipped the diamond ring onto Xiaoying's right ring finger, then stood up and took her hand as we strolled along the warm, harmonious beach.

My father stood quietly behind us, watching Xiaoying and I walk away. I believe that at that moment, he felt a pang of pain and jealousy that even he couldn't control…

Chapter 007 Goddess

At noon, my father, Xiaoying, and I had a simple lunch, then took a boat to a small island. The island was beautiful. My father and I walked side by side behind, while Xiaoying, like a cheerful sprite, ran around in front, full of curiosity about everything on the island. The island was so beautiful that Xiaoying was almost reluctant to leave.

"When are we going back? I'm a little worried about Haohao. He's been out for so long; I wonder how he's doing at the maternal and child health center," my father said, glancing at Xiaoying ahead. After his initial curiosity subsided, my father began to worry about his grandson. After all, at his age, he wasn't as playful as my wife and me; he got bored after a while.

"Dad, we finally got a chance to get out, let's relax and unwind. I'm always so busy with work, it's rare for me to have time to spend with you," I said, putting my arm around my father's shoulder. I've seen all the sacrifices he's made over the years, and seeing his dark face and aged appearance that didn't match

his age, I felt a pang of sadness. "That's right, Dad, don't worry about household chores today. Life is short, if you don't enjoy it while you have it, it'll be too late when you're old and can't move," Xiaoying said, running back from the front and hugging my arm. Hearing Xiaoying's words, my father suddenly stopped, staring blankly.

"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked.

My father relaxed and smiled at us, "Nothing... nothing, I just suddenly thought of some things."

Seeing my father's expression, I realized why he had suddenly stopped. It was because of the two words Xiaoying had just said: "enjoy." Yes, if you don't enjoy it while you have it, it'll be too late when you're old and can't move. That night, Father controlled his desires and didn't take advantage of Xiaoying's drunkenness to enjoy her sexy and beautiful body, missing such a good opportunity. Now, recalling that night, would he regret it? Xiaoying spoke without thinking, but Father took it to heart. Yes, why not enjoy it while you can? Xiaoying didn't know that her unintentional words had given my plan with Father a small boost.

Unconsciously, we walked to a sea of flowers in the middle of the island, filled with all kinds of colorful flowers, a breathtaking sight. Xiaoying, as if discovering a new continent, quickly ran into the sea of flowers, spinning around and laughing like silver bells. Father and I stood together watching Xiaoying in the sea of flowers. Just then, Xiaoying suddenly ran to my side, took the laptop from my shoulder, and started fiddling with something.

"Wife, what are you doing?" I asked curiously, leaning closer. "Stop it, don't peek, it's a secret," Xiaoying pushed my face away and said mischievously.

A moment later, Xiaoying placed her laptop beside the sea of flowers, lifted her emerald green dress, and ran to the edge. At that moment, the laptop emitted a beautiful melody played on the hulusi (a type of gourd flute). I remembered the tune; it was the famous Dai folk song, "Phoenix Tail Bamboo Under the Moonlight." Accompanied by this Dai music, Xiaoying began to dance gracefully—the famous Dai peacock dance.

Xiaoying was a member of the etiquette team in university, and her forte was dancing. We met and fell in love because we were dance partners. The music continued, and Xiaoying danced gracefully amidst the flowers, her beautiful body blending seamlessly with the various blossoms.

In the sea of flowers, Xiaoying seemed to transform into a beautiful lily, while the colorful flowers became green leaves, highlighting Xiaoying in the center. In this sea of flowers, Xiaoying was the true protagonist. Xiaoying's dancing skills are incredibly professional. Her graceful peacock dance made her seem like a peacock dancing amidst a sea of flowers, displaying her most beautiful side to my father and me.

Facing Xiaoying's exquisitely beautiful dance, my father and I gradually lost ourselves in it. Everything around us was incredibly quiet; we couldn't even feel our own breath. Only the melody of "Phoenix Tail Bamboo Under the Moonlight" echoed in the air.

At that moment, Xiaoying was my wife, but I had seen too many beautiful women before, so I soon snapped out of my reverie and glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye. He was still admiring Xiaoying's dance with a dreamy gaze, completely absorbed, as if everything around him was irrelevant. His eyes were only on Xiaoying. In my father's eyes, I saw admiration, infatuation, and even a hint of love.

My father was just an honest, unassuming man, unlike city dwellers who had seen much of the world. Suddenly, he witnessed a scene so beautiful that even city people would be mesmerized; no wonder he was so captivated. At that moment, Xiaoying was my beautiful wife, but in my father's eyes, she had become his goddess, a goddess dancing gracefully.

At that moment, my father was completely conquered by Xiaoying's beauty; she was deeply etched in his heart, an image he would never forget. That infatuation, that utter rapture, was something I had never seen on anyone else's face before. But I believe that without my secret matchmaking and encouragement, my father would have forever kept this infatuation and love for his daughter-in-law hidden in his heart.

About five minutes later, the music stopped, and Xiaoying's dance ended. She lifted her skirt and ran back to my father and me. I had seen Xiaoying dance before, but this was the first time I'd seen her perform the peacock dance. So, Xiaoying smiled and asked her father, "Dad, how did I do? Will I win a prize if I enter a competition?" At that

moment, Xiaoying looked at her father with the expectant gaze of a child eagerly awaiting praise. Her father stared at her, seemingly lost in thought. Xiaoying paused, then asked, "Did I dance badly, and you're embarrassed to say so, Dad?" She looked disappointed and dejected.

"No...no, no, it's not that. You danced...it was wonderful! Better than those people on TV! Really wonderful!" Her father finally snapped out of his daze, perhaps realizing his earlier lapse in composure, and stammered, his face flushing.

"Haha, Dad's blushing! Looks like even after all these years without dancing, my skills haven't deteriorated much. I feel so accomplished!" Xiaoying said, covering her bright red lips with her hand, seemingly pleased. Perhaps she didn't yet realize that she had become the goddess in her father-in-law's eyes, the goddess he was infatuated with.

On the way back from the island, Xiaoying and I chatted and laughed the whole time. I kept secretly observing my father out of the corner of my eye. I noticed that he would occasionally steal a glance at Xiaoying, then quickly look away. This repeated itself many times, continuing all the way home. And my father, who had seemed tired of the trip at noon, now seemed reluctant to leave.

From the changes in his expression and eyes, I knew that the first step I had taken with him was successful. The seed of desire in his heart had sprouted; with careful nurturing and watering, it would slowly but surely grow.

My next plan will focus on my wife, Xiaoying. After all, my father alone isn't enough; only when both he and Xiaoying work together to plan and facilitate the relationship will there be a chance of success. Therefore, I need to carefully devise a plan before implementing it. I need to find a breakthrough with Xiaoying, plant the seed of desire in her heart, and nurture it little by little, letting it take root and sprout, eventually growing into two towering trees together with the seed in my father's heart…

Chapter 008: Teasing

After the National Day holiday, life returned to normal. My work was still as busy as ever, with little free time. My wife, Xiaoying's, work remained relatively leisurely compared to mine. Although my father paid closer attention to Xiaoying's every move than before, he dared not cross the line due to ethical and moral considerations. Although I decided to cultivate the seed of desire in Xiaoying's heart, how to do so became a major problem for me; I hadn't yet come up with an effective and feasible method.

Although the thought of my father and Xiaoying possibly having sex aroused my sexual desire, I controlled it well and didn't have sex with Xiaoying. I gradually built up her sexual desire. After this period of accumulation, I noticed that Xiaoying was secretly masturbating more and more often at night, which was a good sign. During this time, I pretended to be sleeping soundly, and I never woke up, no matter if Xiaoying got up at night or masturbated.

Sometimes Xiaoying would ask me, "Honey, I've noticed that you've been sleeping very soundly lately, and you don't like to wake up."

To avoid arousing Xiaoying's suspicion, I lied and said, "Oh, maybe it's because my work pressure is increasing and I'm getting more and more tired, so I'm sleeping better and better." Hearing this, Xiaoying didn't find anything strange; in fact, she was even happier that I was sleeping well. As

my sleep improved, Xiaoying's masturbation became more and more intense. Through secretly observing her masturbation while pretending to be asleep each night, I could see her libido was increasing daily. Once, after not being satisfied with masturbation, she secretly took out my penis, trying to stimulate it to an erection. I had to try to distract myself, and due to my physical condition, I couldn't get it fully erect, which aroused Xiaoying's suspicion. I knew Xiaoying's desire was almost uncontrollable, but I trusted her love for me. She would never hide anything from me and have a relationship with someone else. Compared to other girls, Xiaoying had strong self-control, so I trusted her.

Just when I was at my wit's end, I suddenly remembered that during my illness, to stimulate my declining sexual function, I often went online to read pornographic content. That's how I inadvertently discovered pornographic content about my father-in-law and daughter-in-law, which became addictive, leading to my current plan to influence my father and wife. Why couldn't I get my wife to do the same? My wife already has unfulfilled desires; if some erotic literature were to fuel that… But I knew I couldn't openly tell my wife, much less let her read those novels. I had to do it unexpectedly, while also avoiding her suspicion.

I remember sometimes when my computer got a virus, pornographic websites would pop up unexpectedly. For us veteran internet users, this was nothing new, and it provided me with a perfect opportunity and excuse. I learned some computer skills from an old classmate who studied computer software, so I decided to start with my home computer.

There's a desktop computer in our bedroom. Xiaoying always gets home from work before me and turns it on. After finishing the housework, she listens to music, watches movies, or plays games until I get home. So, almost every day, Xiaoying turns on the computer first, and I turn it off before I go to sleep. This way, I can easily plant a virus-like software on it. I learned this from my old classmate who studies computer software. I lied to him and told him I needed to use this virus software to send out special offers from companies. Once the software is planted, as soon as the computer is turned on, it will automatically pop up pre-set web pages, just like a virus.

One night, after Xiaoying was asleep, I secretly planted the software on the computer and first added some low-level pornographic websites. At first, I couldn't use novels with too much explicit content, as that would be unacceptable to the conservative and proper Xiaoying. So, I spent several days searching for a lot of pornographic content, sorting them by their level of explicitness, and preparing them in advance.

After setting up the software, the next day after work, I couldn't wait to find out if my wife had read those pornographic articles and what her reaction would be. After she fell asleep, I eagerly turned on the computer and set the recording time to when she got home. She quickly tidied up and turned on the computer.

However, after the system booted up, the computer, as I had set it up the night before, immediately displayed the pornographic website I had selected. I noticed Xiaoying was startled, because the computer usually booted up normally; what was wrong with it today? After glancing at it and seeing the pornographic website, Xiaoying immediately closed it.

When I returned, Xiaoying playfully questioned me, asking if I had done something naughty on the computer, if it had a virus, and why strange websites were popping up for no reason. Hearing this, I secretly chuckled to myself. "I recently downloaded a lot of work materials on the computer; I might have downloaded some files with viruses. It's nothing to be alarmed about, honey." "Even antivirus software

can't remove them. Maybe we should reinstall the system," Xiaoying said to me, frustrated.

Reinstall the system? Wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? "I've been too busy with work lately, and there are still many important work files on my computer. Let's just make do for now, and I'll copy the files and fix the computer properly when I have time." Hearing me say this, Xiaoying could only reluctantly agree.

Although it didn't work out on the first day, I didn't give up. Every night before shutting down the computer, I would install the software for the next day, and Xiaoying would delete it the next day. After repeating this for about a week, Xiaoying would close the webpage as soon as it popped up.

Just when I thought this method wouldn't work, Xiaoying finally couldn't resist her curiosity and started browsing the pornographic websites I had set up. In the video, Xiaoying initially just flipped through them casually, without any curiosity, but after watching for a while, I noticed her face slowly turning red. I knew that her body was gradually becoming a little aroused.

As long as a person has a normal physiology, their sexual desire will be a little aroused when they see pornographic literature. This is a normal physiological phenomenon. Seeing Xiaoying in the video, I knew that the first step of my plan for my wife was progressing, which gave me the confidence to continue.

Over time, I gradually adjusted the intensity of the erotic content in the pop-up web pages on my computer. My wife went from initial aversion to curiosity. Every day before I came home from work, Xiaoying would eagerly browse the pornographic novels I had specially selected. She became increasingly interested in these erotic stories, and her libido was increasingly aroused by them.

One day, I even saw her, after reading for a while, put her hands under her nightgown, one hand caressing her breasts, the other reaching down to her genitals to touch them—all while her father was watching TV in the living room. If Xiaoying's libido hadn't been aroused to a certain degree by the novels, she would never have touched herself at that moment. I knew my plan was progressing steadily.

I carefully controlled the intensity of the erotic content in those novels; I couldn't rush things, as that would be counterproductive. Now, Xiaoying no longer listens to music or watches movies online. She spends her days reading increasingly erotic novels that pique her interest. Even after I come home and need to use the computer, she glances at it, her eyes filled with longing and desire. Since I, as her husband, cannot provide her with sexual satisfaction, the erotic literature that has recently captured her interest offers her only solace…

Chapter 009: A Strong Remedy

The novels I recommended to Xiaoying are all relatively normal erotic stories between husband and wife, lovers. I dare not recommend any cuckoldry novels; that would risk my wife cheating on me with someone else, even though I trust Xiaoying completely. I also didn't immediately send her those novels about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law incest; I wanted her to have time to process it. Days continued to pass. Every day at work, I would set aside time to select erotic novels, racking my brains. But the results were fruitful. From the video recordings, I could see Xiaoying becoming increasingly obsessed with the erotic novels on the computer, and she became even more unrestrained when secretly masturbating at night. I knew it was time to give Xiaoying a strong dose of medicine.

Since Xiaoying has been stimulated by the novel, I decided to create a novel about incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for her to try. This will be my first test of Xiaoying's interest in incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. However, this first incestuous novel cannot be too extreme, lest Xiaoying be unable to accept it. If her first impression of incest is bad, future plans will be difficult to carry out, and it might even be aborted. Therefore, the first incestuous novel I create is extremely important. Creating those normal erotic novels already gave me a lot of trouble, and now creating incestuous novels from scratch is even more of a headache. I spent more than half a month preparing for this, gradually arranging the incestuous novels in order. Looking at the arranged novels, I breathed a long sigh of relief. Xiaoying has been reading normal erotic literature for so long; it's time to change things up. I just wonder how she will react to these incestuous novels that I find so irresistible? In this respect, will Xiaoying share my interests? Will she, like me, open the same Pandora's box?

That night, I secretly set the first "father-in-law/daughter-in-law literature" story on my computer. I couldn't wait to see my wife's reaction when I saw it on video the next day. Her reaction to these articles was crucial to my plan. The first story was a factual account from a women's website, describing how some women, because their husbands were often away working, couldn't resist their physical desires and temptations, and engaged in incestuous relationships with their fathers-in-law, the only male in the house. There were no erotic jokes; it was a completely non-sexualized factual account, making it the most suitable opening.

After setting it up, I found myself getting nervous. I was particularly concerned about Xiaoying's reaction to this kind of "father-in-law/daughter-in-law" story. If she was disgusted by it, my plans would be difficult to implement. I spent another anxious day at work, and after work, I rushed home. When I got home, everything seemed normal, except that Xiaoying looked a little different than usual, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. There seemed to be a hint of worry in her eyes. At this point, I was eager to watch the video. I wanted to determine if Xiaoying's distress was caused by my article, and what her true attitude was towards the article about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The only certainty was that during dinner, when Xiaoying occasionally glanced at her father, there seemed to be something unusual in her eyes, but I still couldn't be sure what it was.

After dinner, Xiaoying lay down on the bed, while I sat in front of the computer working on reports. Although I was working, I was imagining Xiaoying's reaction to today's article, and I kept an eye on her out of the corner of my eye. I was completely distracted, which caused me to make several mistakes in the reports. Xiaoying lay on the bed playing with her phone, occasionally glancing at me, seemingly hesitant to speak. After a long while, as if Xiaoying had made up her mind, she asked cautiously, "Honey, how have you been feeling lately? Are you... feeling better?"

"What do you mean, 'feeling better'? What are you talking about, wife?" I pretended to be clueless.

"It's...that thing, you know?" My wife asked, her face flushed. "What is it? Honey, you're confusing me!" I was still teasing Xiaoying, secretly chuckling to myself.

"Ugh, I'm ignoring you, you're so annoying. Humph." Xiaoying put down her phone and turned her back to me. I immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged her. "Honey, be good, I was just teasing you. My health still isn't much better. My libido is terrible, and even when I get an erection, it's only half-hard. Sigh, I'm getting a heat rash." I couldn't tell my wife that I had regained some of my sexual ability; if Xiaoying knew, she would overthink it. Hearing this, Xiaoying suddenly started comforting me.

"It's okay, honey, you'll get better eventually. Take care of yourself, I love you." Xiaoying gently kissed me on the lips.

"Honey, I love you too. Go to sleep early, sweetie." My wife closed her eyes to sleep after hearing this, but in that instant, I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes…

About half an hour later, Xiaoying began to snore peacefully. I knew she was fast asleep. Actually, I knew that the questions she had asked me earlier were because she wanted to make love. Her sexual desire had been suppressed for a long time, and these past few days, stimulated by erotic literature, she was getting impatient. You see, Xiaoying is a rather shy person; for her to proactively ask me about her body, her sexual desire was undeniable.

I went to the computer and eagerly opened the recording software, my heart pounding with anticipation for Xiaoying's reaction. In the video, Xiaoying returned home and, after tidying up, eagerly turned on her computer. When the webpage I had set popped up, she clicked on it and started reading. However, as she watched, she noticed that the content she was seeing today was different from usual. At first, Xiaoying seemed very curious, but gradually her eyebrows furrowed. She persisted, watching, her curiosity turning to surprise, and finally, shock. She stared at the article, speechless. After about five minutes, when she finished reading this account of incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Xiaoying's mouth was wide open. Perhaps it was the first time she had seen anything about incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. After a moment of astonishment, Xiaoying suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After the shock came calm. Xiaoying reopened her eyes, stared at the screen for a while, then closed the webpage, clutching her chest, seemingly trying to compose herself. That's right. Xiaoying has always been a well-behaved girl. It's understandable that she'd be shocked to encounter such ethically sensitive content for the first time. After calming down for a while, Xiaoying slowly turned back to look at her father, who was watching TV in the living room. A hint of curiosity appeared in her eyes. Now I finally understand what was in that unusual look Xiaoying gave her father when she first arrived home—it was that little bit of curiosity. People are easily filled with curiosity about new things they haven't encountered before, and Xiaoying is no exception. Xiaoying checked the time, seemingly realizing there was still some time before I got off work. She got off the computer, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes. I could see her full, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly. Although the speed of the rise and fall wasn't very fast, the amplitude clearly showed that Xiaoying's heart was extremely unsettled. It seemed she was trying her best to calm herself down.

Seeing this, I knew my first article about incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a huge impact on Xiaoying, shattering some of her previous perceptions and giving her a new understanding of certain things. The curiosity in her eyes when she looked at her father at dinner told me that my plan to cultivate Xiaoying's desires was promising, and it gave me a glimmer of hope for the entire plan's progress. So, I decided to continue creating those incestuous stories about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law tonight. After setting them up, I excitedly shut down the computer and lay in bed, anticipating Xiaoying's reaction tomorrow night…

Chapter 010 Poisonous

The second article I created for Xiaoying wasn't about incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but rather about real women's experiences with their fathers-in-law. Of course, those feelings and thoughts were positive and uplifting. I wanted these women's views on incest between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law to gradually influence Xiaoying, slowly brainwashing her and instilling these ideas. Success or failure hinged on this.

The next evening after get off work, when I got home and opened the door, I found that Xiaoying wasn't waiting for me with slippers at the door as usual. Only my father was in the living room, coaxing the child to watch TV. I turned my gaze to the bedroom and found that the door was closed. Normally, when I came home, the bedroom door would be wide open for ventilation. Why was it closed today? I stood at the door with my briefcase in hand. My father turned to me. "You're back?" he greeted me. "Where's Xiaoying?" I asked my father. Before my father could answer, perhaps the sound of our conversation woke Xiaoying, who was in the bedroom. Hearing the sound of a lock opening, she hurriedly ran out of the bedroom, grabbed slippers, and took my briefcase. "I was so engrossed in surfing the internet that I forgot when you got off work, honey," Xiaoying said shyly, her face flushed and slightly aroused. Her gaze was also a little evasive. Xiaoying had forgotten when I got home and even locked herself in the bedroom—these unusual behaviors told me something must have happened to her that day, but I didn't know if it was good or bad.

That evening, after Xiaoying fell asleep, I turned on the video recorder. Xiaoying turned on the computer as usual, but when she saw the newly popped-up webpage, her expression suddenly became strange. Why were all the pop-ups these past few days being articles about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships? A thought suddenly struck me. Yes, I should control the number of these articles popping up. It would be too much of a coincidence if it was these kinds of articles every day. If things went wrong, Xiaoying might suspect me. Thinking this, I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't thought of it too late. I continued watching Xiaoying in the video. In the video, Xiaoying started clicking through to see the women's experiences with incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, watching intently, sometimes widening her mouth in surprise, sometimes frowning, but overall, she seemed to be watching with great interest. While watching, Xiaoying would occasionally glance back at her father in the living room, her curiosity seemingly growing stronger. Perhaps Xiaoying was putting herself in the women's shoes, trying to understand their feelings.

Perhaps the content of my article was too sparse; after finishing it, Xiaoying started clicking through all the content on the webpage, but unfortunately, she read them all. At this point, Xiaoying looked somewhat unsatisfied. After searching for a while and finding that she had read all the content on the webpage, she reluctantly closed it. After closing the webpage, Xiaoying leaned back in her computer chair, closed her eyes, and fell into deep thought, seemingly asleep. However, her chest heaved as violently as yesterday, revealing that her mind was far from calm. After a few minutes of quiet, Xiaoying raised her head and glanced back at her father in the living room. But unlike before, her gaze held a hint of desire in addition to curiosity, like a cat eyeing a fish. I knew my wife might be tempted, but this temptation was far from controlling her actions.

At that moment, Xiaoying turned and slowly closed the bedroom door, then gently locked it from the inside. With trembling hands, she opened the computer browser. In the recording, I clearly saw Xiaoying slowly type "incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" into the search engine window. I noticed that Xiaoying's body and hands were trembling throughout. The search engine's resources were incredibly abundant, seemingly endless. Seeing Xiaoying actively searching for information about incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and fathers-in-law, I knew my first step in my plan had succeeded. Xiaoying had developed an interest in these relationships, though not yet intense, but I believed it would grow stronger with time and deeper understanding.

Xiaoying began browsing the incestuous information on the search engine, her left hand constantly covering her ample breasts, which heaved slightly. The search engine contained a vast amount of information, accompanied by images and descriptions. I noticed Xiaoying was particularly interested in images of young women with smooth skin having sex with older men with rough, aged skin, spending the longest time on those pictures…

Xiaoying was still intently watching, so engrossed that she had forgotten the time. She was only focused on the increasingly exciting information on the computer screen. Xiaoying and I shared the same interests; I truly hadn't expected that Xiaoying would have the same hobby as me in this regard. Suppressing my excitement, I knew how correct my plan had been. I couldn't wait to see the day when Xiaoying and her father were intimately involved.

Even after I entered the house, Xiaoying was still watching incestuous content about her in-laws on the computer, caressing her increasingly aroused body with her hands, her expression filled with ecstasy. Only when she heard my father and me talking did she abruptly wake from her fantasy, frantically closing the webpages, tidying her slightly disheveled nightgown and hair, and unlocking the door to come out.

After watching the video, I turned to look at the sleeping beauty under the moonlight. She was still so beautiful, but this beautiful sleeping beauty had been deeply poisoned by the slow-acting "poison" I had given her. That "poison" was beginning to slowly erode her body and mind. As the poison penetrated deeper, the day Xiaoying "experienced the poison" would come. I turned my gaze back to the computer. I opened the browser's browsing history. Xiaoying wasn't very tech-savvy, only knowing how to use the internet; she had no idea that browsing was recorded. I began to look at the information Xiaoying had browsed just a few hours earlier. It has to be said that nowadays, due to the husbands' busy work schedules, there are countless cases of young wives having sexual relations with their elderly fathers-in-law because their sexual desires are not satisfied at home. These are only the cases that are known to the public. How many more incestuous relationships between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law are kept secret and unknown to the public?

Judging from the web browsing history of Xiaoying, she is very interested in those documentary articles about real events and those ambiguous pictures of old and young people having sex. On the contrary, she only skims over those fake masturbation stories and has no interest in them. Xiaoying is a relatively realistic person. A person never truly understands themselves, and you will never discover all your interests. When you suddenly discover something new and interesting, you will suddenly find yourself very interested in it, something you never noticed before. This is a kind of hidden psychology in people. While I was discovering this hidden psychology of mine, I also let Xiaoying discover the same hidden psychology in herself. I know that I have successfully broken into a corner of Xiaoying's heart and slowly poisoned her. Now it is only a matter of time. As long as I carefully watch over Xiaoying and do not let her get the "antidote", when the time comes, the day of "poisoning" will come, and everything will naturally fall into place... Chapter

011 Drunkenness

In the following days, Xiaoying did not tidy up the house properly when she came home from work. She would tidy up a few times and then start to look at those articles and pictures on the computer. I know that Xiaoying is becoming more and more interested in articles about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and old and young. Meanwhile, secretly observing Xiaoying's gaze towards her father, I noticed something inexplicable—a faint desire. In Xiaoying's eyes, her father, who was previously just her father-in-law and elder, now held another identity: a vigorous, physiologically normal man, and the older man she was currently most interested in.

Due to the strict censorship of the internet by the cyber police, I couldn't display pornographic videos on Xiaoying's computer via pop-up webpages. However, if articles and pictures were combined with pornographic videos, I thought the brainwashing process would be faster. Xiaoying was searching for information about father-in-law/daughter-in-law relationships and relationships between young and old on her computer every day, and was no longer willing to look at the webpages I had set for her. This was a good sign for me; Xiaoying was starting to actively seek out that information, slowly developing in the direction I had anticipated.

After half a month of effort, Xiaoying stumbled upon a forum and became very interested in its incestuous relationship section. She visited the forum almost daily to read the women's discussions and experiences, and even registered a member account herself. One day, during a video call, I noticed that Xiaoying had created a new QQ account and joined a QQ group discussing incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. These QQ groups typically only accept women, and video verification is required to join. After Xiaoying passed the verification, she started listening to the women's discussions in the group; at this point, she was merely an observer.

Perhaps she was so engrossed in reading the articles that she forgot my work hours, almost arousing my suspicion. So this time, Xiaoying set an alarm on her phone. Ten minutes before I entered the house, the alarm would wake her from the internet, causing her to close the webpage on her computer and the QQ account associated with the incestuous relationship group, and she wouldn't forget to delete the QQ account's login history on the QQ login client. Seeing all this, I'm truly glad I installed these video surveillance devices. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to understand all the changes that had occurred in Xiaoying, nor would I have been able to see in detail these actions of hers that I never dared to imagine before. After all, no woman would let her husband see another side of her.

Although Xiaoying has become interested in the ambiguous relationship between her and her father-in-law, this doesn't mean she'll be willing to have anything happen with him. There's a chasm between fantasy and reality that can't be easily crossed. If I thought the plan was almost successful just because I saw this, I would be very wrong; there's still a long way to go.

At this point, although the plan was progressing very successfully, it seemed to have reached a stalemate. Both my father and Xiaoying were starting to be interested in each other, but they were hiding it deep inside, not daring to show it at all. How should I continue? This put me in a difficult position. Slowly, Father's Day arrived. For other families, this holiday might be just average, but for my family, it was a very important day because I had lost my mother, leaving only my father. All my filial piety was focused on my father. Since my mother's passing, I've always celebrated Father's Day very solemnly for him. This Father's Day was no different. Xiaoying cooked a lot of dishes, and I took leave from work, returning home a little earlier than usual.

At the dinner table, my father and I toasted and drank heartily. Xiaoying also had a small glass, but to be able to take care of my father and me if we got drunk, she stopped after that. After eating a little something, she rested her chin on her hand and watched my father and me drink. During the drinks, my father and I talked about many things, including some funny stories from my childhood, some unknown things about our family, and the hardships my father had endured for the family. After a few drinks, we spoke frankly, and my father and I talked a lot. Suddenly, we started talking about my mother. Perhaps people are more emotional when they're drunk, because when we thought of her, we both shed tears. Xiaoying, seeing us like this, also gently wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes. Xiaoying is a good wife and an even better daughter-in-law. Because I'm very busy with work, Xiaoying spends more time with my father than I do. You could say she takes on a lot of filial piety for him on my behalf, and I'm very happy to have such a harmonious family. My father and I both drank quite a bit. Because I often socialize, I have a high alcohol tolerance, but even I was starting to feel unsteady. My father was completely drunk and unconscious. Although I was also a bit unsteady, I was still very conscious. That's the good thing about drinking; no matter how drunk I get, I stay alert and remember what happened the next day.

Xiaoying and I each took one side of my father and slowly helped him to his bedroom. After putting him on the bed, I started undressing him, while Xiaoying went to the living room to clear the table and wash the dishes. Because I was drunk, my fingers were stiff, and it took me a lot of effort to take off my father's outer clothes. Because my father grew up in the countryside, he's always had the habit of wearing thermal underwear, unlike us city folks who only wear underwear. I took off his thermal underwear, and he was completely naked except for a loose pair of underwear. Most men experience some sexual arousal after drinking, and my father masturbates every night, so tonight, with the added stimulation of alcohol, his penis was erect. Although not fully erect, a bulging outline was visible in his underwear. At that moment, I was shocked by the size of his penis. I'd only seen it in videos before; now I saw it in person—it was really big.

Just as I was about to change him into pajamas, a thought suddenly struck me. Last time, Xiaoying was drunk, and my father saw her sexy appearance, which aroused his desire for her. Why not do the opposite this time? Thinking this, I laid my father on his back on the bed without covering him with a blanket. Since he was already very drunk, even if I slapped him a few times, he wouldn't react. Then, I slowly pulled his erect penis out from under his underwear, leaving his large penis exposed. My father is a very frugal person; this underwear seemed to have been worn for a long time, washed many times, and stretched out, loose and baggy. Even if my father woke up and found his penis exposed, he would think it had accidentally come out while he was turning over, so I wasn't worried that anyone would suspect me.

After doing this, I pretended to be very drunk and stumbled back to the bedroom. During this time, Xiaoying quickly came over to help me, and after getting me to the bedroom, she couldn't help but complain with some concern. Before returning from my father's bedroom, I deliberately left my phone there. After lying in bed, I closed my eyes and pretended to fumble around on the bed, slurring my words, "Where...is my...phone? Xiaoying, help me...find...my phone." "Ah, okay, honey, do you remember where you put it?" At this point, I deliberately pretended to be asleep. Xiaoying called me a few times, but after I didn't respond, she shook her head helplessly. Perhaps seeing that I was drunk, Xiaoying was too lazy to ask me again and started searching in the living room. Perhaps she suddenly remembered that when we helped my father back to the bedroom, I was holding the phone in my hand. Xiaoying gave up searching in the living room and went to my father's bedroom. "Click," I heard Xiaoying open the door to my father's bedroom. "Tap tap tap," I heard Xiaoying walking into my father's bedroom in slippers. At this moment, I was lying in bed, my hands clenched tightly together due to nervousness...

Chapter 012 Dream

When I left my father's bedroom, I deliberately put the phone on my father's bed, near his genitals. As long as Xiaoying found the phone, she would definitely see my father's exposed penis. I didn't put the phone on my father's bedside table. If Xiaoying saw it as soon as I opened the door, she might not notice my father's exposed genitals and would just grab the phone and leave the bedroom, which would be a waste of all my efforts.

Xiaoying had already gone into my father's bedroom. My heart was pounding with tension. I dared not make a sound, quietly listening for any sounds from inside. Since Xiaoying had closed the bedroom door after helping me in, it wasn't easy for me to hear anything from inside.

But time ticked by. If Xiaoying was just looking for the phone, she should have found it by now. But about 10 minutes had passed, and Xiaoying still hadn't come out of my father's bedroom.

Ten minutes had passed; something must have happened in my father's bedroom, otherwise Xiaoying wouldn't have been gone for so long. I silently calculated the time. I was anxious and eager to sneak out of the bedroom to check on them. But as soon as I got up and was about to open the door, I restrained myself. If I went out now and startled Xiaoying and her father, wouldn't that be like alerting them and ruining everything?

So I tried my best to control myself. I couldn't go out; I could only press my ear against the door, straining to hear from my father's bedroom through the crack in my own. But even with my hearing maximized, I couldn't hear anything coming from his bedroom, only the occasional car horn from the street outside. The whole room was eerily quiet.

Time continued to tick by. Just as I was about to give up and go back to bed, a very alluring sound suddenly came from my father's bedroom, "Mmm..." It was Xiaoying's voice. Usually, when Xiaoying and I made love, she would make that kind of moan when she was aroused. Although the sound was silent, it was deep and seductive, like heavenly music, lingering in my ears.

"Buzz!" My head felt like it had suddenly exploded. Hearing Xiaoying's suppressed yet seductive moans from my father's bedroom, my body began to tremble. Had it finally happened? A scene flashed through my mind: Xiaoying took off her nightgown, her father's underwear was removed, and both of them were naked. Because her father was drunk and unconscious, Xiaoying, naked, straddled him, moving up and down. Xiaoying was so proactive, her hands constantly caressing her vibrant breasts. Their genitals were connected, and their bodies rubbed together wetly, lubricated by each other's love juices. When Xiaoying lifted her hips, I could see her father's thick penis tightly inserted between her legs in the crevice of that alluring forest. Their pubic hair was covered with their love juices, glistening in the moonlight...

I gradually came to my senses from my fantasy. Was Xiaoying really having sex with her father? Was my fantasy real? Impossible! But Xiaoying's moans were still faintly coming from her father's bedroom. A full 30 minutes had passed since Xiaoying went into her father's bedroom. At this point, my penis was already extremely hard. I didn't dare to masturbate because I was afraid it would distract me and prevent me from concentrating on listening to all the sounds coming from the other bedroom. I suppressed my sexual desire and listened attentively.

About five minutes later, "Ah..." Finally, after Xiaoying let out a high-pitched moan, everything fell silent. I recognized that sound; it was the sound of Xiaoying reaching orgasm during sex. In all our years of marriage, Xiaoying had only made such a high-pitched orgasm sound a handful of times. I knew that Xiaoying had reached orgasm in my father's bedroom... It was so exciting! Although I didn't see what was actually happening in the bedroom, just hearing those sounds was enough to excite me to the extreme. I had never experienced this feeling before. My body was already numb, as if I were on drugs, and I felt like I was floating, slowly drifting towards my father's bedroom...

I don't know how much time passed, but "click," I heard the sound of my father's bedroom door opening. I quickly pressed my face against the small glass pane of the bedroom door. If you pressed your face against the glass, you could see the scene in the living room from inside the bedroom. I held my breath, waiting anxiously.

A moment after the door opened, Xiaoying appeared in my sight, her face flushed. Her cheeks were rosy from the afterglow of her orgasm, like a ripe peach, so alluring. After closing her father's bedroom door, she quickly tidied herself, smoothing her slightly disheveled long hair. Then she reached into her nightgown to adjust her bra, which might have been misaligned, and smoothed the wrinkles in the hem of her nightgown. During this time, Xiaoying's breathing was quite rapid; it seemed she hadn't yet recovered from her orgasm.

At this moment, through the blurry glass, I noticed that Xiaoying's hair and nightgown seemed a little damp. After quickly tidying up in the living room, Xiaoying glanced at the bedroom door in my direction. Because the living room light was on and the bedroom light was off, I wasn't worried that Xiaoying would see the shadow of my head behind the door.

After turning off the living room light, Xiaoying slowly walked into the bathroom. Was she going to wash herself? Watching Xiaoying leave the bathroom, I soon heard the sound of running water from the shower. I knew my guess was right; Xiaoying was washing herself. I tried to calm my extremely excited emotions and dragged my numb body to the bed.

I was certain Xiaoying had just been in my father's bedroom, and something must have happened between them. I could only find out the details when I saw the video tomorrow night. I was really impatient; the wild thoughts in my mind were giving me a headache. My goal had been achieved too quickly, making it feel unreal.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I knew Xiaoying was coming back. After calming myself down, I tried to steady my breathing, pretending to be asleep, and turned to sleep on my side on the inside of the bed. Every day, I slept on the outside of the bed, and Xiaoying slept on the inside. This position allowed me to secretly peek at Xiaoying's reaction.

Xiaoying opened the bedroom door and came in. Afterward, I heard Xiaoying open the wardrobe and rummaging through something. A moment later, Xiaoying slowly took off her slippers and climbed to the inside of the bed to lie down. At that moment, I could smell the faint fragrance of shower gel emanating from her body, which had just showered.

After lying down, Xiaoying turned towards me, gently stroking my cheek. I secretly peeked through my eyes and saw Xiaoying gazing at me affectionately. Her hand trembled slightly, and her loving eyes held a deep love, but also a deep sense of guilt—guilt towards me, and profound pain and self-reproach.

But then I noticed that Xiaoying had changed into a nightgown. Where was the nightgown she had just been wearing? She was wearing it when she went into the bathroom to shower, so she must have taken it off there and then put it back on in her underwear when she returned to the bedroom. Could it be...?

Time continued to pass, and suddenly Xiaoying began to cry, sobbing silently. Then she looked up and gently kissed my cheek. As she kissed me, I felt a warm drop of water fall onto my face; I knew it was Xiaoying's tear. Xiaoying remained motionless, kissing my cheek, tears still dripping onto my face. After a long while, Xiaoying lay back down, gazing at me affectionately for a moment before turning her back to me.

At that moment, I opened my eyes wide to look at Xiaoying's sexy back. Her back was still so sexy, from her long, smooth legs to her wide, rounded hips, to her slender waist, all the way to her captivating long hair—a perfect S-curve. But was this sexy body still mine alone? Was I still the only one who enjoyed this body? Was this body still clean? ...

Feeling Xiaoying's tears gradually cooling on my face, I dared not wipe them away, because I believed she wasn't asleep either. Her breathing was so irregular, and her slightly trembling back told me she was still crying with her back to me. Afraid she would discover I wasn't asleep, I could only let my tears dry naturally. I tried to fall asleep with the help of alcohol, but it was all in vain. Tonight was a sleepless night for both Xiaoying and me...

Chapter 013 Deep Love

After a sleepless night, I got up to go to work the next day. Since I started work earlier than Xiaoying, she was still fast asleep when I woke up. Xiaoying is a heavy sleeper and always needs an alarm clock to wake her. To ensure my elderly father gets enough sleep, I never let him get up early, so no one makes me breakfast. I usually buy some steamed buns and fried dough sticks from the breakfast shop downstairs, squeeze onto the bus, and eat my breakfast on the bus to fill my stomach.

Because of what happened last night, I fell asleep in the latter half of the night under the influence of alcohol, so I had no idea whether Xiaoying was asleep after I fell asleep. But when I woke up the next morning, Xiaoying was already up, with red eyes and dark circles. A sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the table. My father was still fast asleep, probably because he had drunk too much the night before.

"Honey, get up, hurry up and wash up. I've already prepared hot water for you in the bathroom. Come on, eat quickly after you're done washing up," Xiaoying said sweetly to me, her face showing a sweet smile but also a hint of unnatural guilt.

"Wife, what's wrong? Did the sun rise in the west? You got up so early and even made me breakfast?" I teased with a smile.

Xiaoying, who was setting the table, suddenly stiffened when she heard me say that. After recovering for a moment, she turned around, wrinkled her upturned nose, and said, "Tch, honey, you're so mean. How dare you make fun of me. I'm never making you breakfast again, hmph." Xiaoying turned back to continue preparing breakfast.

"Honey, don't be angry. I was just teasing you. Thank you for the loving breakfast, I'm so touched." Hearing this, Xiaoying suddenly fell silent, glancing at me with a look tinged with secret guilt. Then she walked over and gently hugged me, pressing her face against my chest, murmuring, "Honey, from now on, I'll get up every morning to make you breakfast, okay?"

"Okay, honey, I'm tired of eating at those breakfast shops every day. Your cooking is the most delicious. But can you get up every day?" I rested my chin on Xiaoying's long hair.

"Yes, I definitely can. Honey, I...love...you," Xiaoying murmured against my chest.

After I left the house, Xiaoying watched me from the balcony window until I walked out of the complex. After last night's events, I realized Xiaoying's love for me was deeper than before. Making breakfast and watching me leave were things she hadn't done before. This removed my last worry about pushing Xiaoying and my father to have sex; I could do it without worry.

I arrived at the company and started my workday. After a busy day, during a break, I thought about what happened last night. When I get home after work tonight and see the video recording, the truth will be revealed. I know that Xiaoying's sudden early mornings to prepare breakfast for me and see me off to work were twofold: first, to make up for her guilt last night—she was compensating; second, through that guilt, Xiaoying realized a deeper love for me, and I believe in her love for me. This is exactly the outcome I wanted. No matter what happened between Xiaoying and my father, Xiaoying's heart must remain with me. I can share her body with my father, but Xiaoying's heart can only belong to me.

When I got home from work, Xiaoying was waiting at the door as usual to get me my slippers and briefcase. My father was the same as always, showing no unusual behavior. From this home, I felt a sense of harmony.

Xiaoying's gaze towards me was much more natural than in the morning; I believe that after last night and today, she has adjusted her mindset appropriately.

During dinner, Xiaoying talked to my father much more than usual, even more than to me. Seeing this, I felt a little jealous.

Tonight, my attention was mainly focused on Xiaoying. I noticed that while she was tidying up the table, washing dishes, and cleaning the room, she would sometimes inadvertently glance at my father's crotch. Although her gaze was very subtle, I still caught it—something that had never happened before. At this moment, my mind started racing again, and my desire to watch the video intensified.

Finally, after Xiaoying fell asleep, I nervously opened the software on my computer. I set the time to the moment Xiaoying entered my father's room.

As the video progressed, my hands clenched tighter and tighter. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I felt not only anticipation but also a trace of fear. Although I had always hoped that Xiaoying and my father would have that kind of relationship, it was just a fantasy. If it really happened, would I be as excited and calm as I imagined?

Despite the excitement mixed with a little fear, I kept my eyes fixed on the computer screen. In the video, Xiaoying opened the door to her father's bedroom and went straight in. The light in her father's bedroom was off. Last night, when I came out of my father's bedroom, I was worried that Xiaoying might have some concerns if she came in, so I also drew the curtains.

At this moment, the bedroom was completely dark in the video. Xiaoying used the residual light from the bedroom doorway to look at her father's bedside table. Finding nothing there, she then looked at her father's bed. However, the light coming in from the doorway was limited, so Xiaoying couldn't see the phone on the bed. Xiaoying found the switch on the bedside table and prepared to turn on the light. Once the light was on, Xiaoying could see everything about her father.

At this moment, I was sitting next to the computer, my heart was in my throat. I even felt my breathing becoming difficult. I even had an impulse to grab Xiaoying's hand and stop her from turning on the light in her father's bedroom. I had planned everything, and now that it was really going to happen, why was I starting to back down?

With a "snap," the light in her father's bedroom turned on. Xiaoying slowly turned her delicate body, turning her gaze to her father's bed. The first thing she saw was her father's strong, dark chest. Although his skin was wrinkled and loose due to age, his body was still remarkably robust because he had worked manual labor since childhood.

Thankfully, her father was in the position she had arranged for him the night before. Because he had drunk too much, he hadn't moved or disturbed the position. Seeing this, Xiaoying blushed. Noticing that her phone wasn't on the upper part of the bed, she turned her gaze to the lower part, where her father's lower body was located.

"Ah," a soft cry escaped Xiaoying's lips. Perhaps afraid of waking her drunken father, Xiaoying quickly covered her sexy red lips with her fair hand. Because Xiaoying covered her mouth immediately after making the sound, I hadn't heard her cry the previous night.

In Xiaoying's view, her father's thick penis, exposed from under his underwear, was erect and pointed, with a glans the size of an egg at the top, resembling the atomic bomb that exploded in Japan during World War II. The thick shaft and the glans resembled the mushroom cloud formed after the atomic bomb's explosion.

At this moment, Xiaoying in the video had forgotten the purpose of her visit. She covered her red lips tightly with her left hand, her eyes filled with disbelief, her body trembling to the extreme, and it was clear that her body was beginning to weaken. Her right hand was still on the bedroom light switch, but now it was propped against the wall. Perhaps without the support of her right hand against the wall, Xiaoying would have collapsed to the ground. Her entire body was now supported by that right hand propped against the wall.

Xiaoying covered her mouth with her hand, breathing heavily, the air she exhaled making a "plop plop" sound due to the obstruction of her hand. Although Xiaoying was utterly shocked by the sight of her father's enormous penis, her eyes never left his genitals. No matter how tense she became, her gaze remained fixed on his erect penis, so thick and long in the video. Gradually, I saw a fire slowly burning in Xiaoying's eyes—a fire of desire, and it burned ever brighter…

Chapter 014 Fire of Desire

In the video, Xiaoying's eyes burned with desire for five minutes. Then, she straightened up, lowered her left hand from her mouth, and her gaze remained fixed on her father's genitals. Sitting at my computer, I was also incredibly agitated. "Go there, go there," I kept thinking.

Perhaps hearing my inner turmoil, Xiaoying, now upright, began to walk step by step towards her father's bedside. So, though the distance was less than a meter, it took her over a minute to cover it. During this time, I noticed that Xiaoying's gaze was devoid of anything but lust; it seemed somewhat vacant, as if she were hypnotized.

Finally, Xiaoying reached her father's bedside and looked down at his genitals. Slowly, she picked up the phone she had entered his room to look for and placed it on the bedside table. The phone, which was originally her target, became unimportant and was casually tossed onto the bedside table by Xiaoying. Throughout this process, her gaze remained fixed on her father's thick, long penis.

After placing the phone down, Xiaoying stood motionless beside her father's bed, her lust reaching its peak. After about two minutes of this tense standoff, Xiaoying reached out her trembling hand, her target her father's erect penis. Sitting at the computer, as Xiaoying's hand drew closer to her father's penis, my breathing quickened.

When Xiaoying's hand was only a tiny gap between it and her father's penis, her hand suddenly stopped. A fierce struggle ensued on her face, a struggle that even bordered on grotesque, just like when her father had tried to touch her while she was drunk. Xiaoying's expression now mirrored her father's. Would Xiaoying make the same choice as her father?

For the first time, Xiaoying shifted her gaze from her father's penis to his head, seeing him already fast asleep, breathing evenly, without any reaction.

Having reached the peak of her desire, Xiaoying turned her gaze back to her father's penis. Gritting her teeth, she gripped it tightly, jerking her head back as she jerked it upwards, her long, dark hair whipping wildly, even lifting the bangs that had been framing her forehead. Her

eyes were closed, her alluring lips slightly parted, her expression one of pure ecstasy. Her hand, gripping her father's penis, trembled slightly, causing the penis itself to tremble as well, the large, egg-sized glans bobbing from side to side. Xiaoying remained in a state of blissful ecstasy for a long time before lowering her head, looking down at her father's erect penis with intense longing and a dreamy gaze. She

began to gently stroke his penis, a look of pleasure spreading across her face. In his sleep, her father's penis, under Xiaoying's caresses, began to erect rapidly, reaching its longest and thickest point. The desire in Xiaoying's eyes burned brighter and brighter with each stroke of his increasingly thick, long, and hard penis. Xiaoying's breathing became increasingly rapid as she stroked her father's erect penis.

Slowly, Xiaoying lowered her head, her red lips drawing closer and closer to her father's glans. Was she going to give her father oral sex? Sitting at the computer, I was suddenly surprised. You see, although we'd been married for several years and had been intimate countless times, Xiaoying had never given me oral sex. Every time I brought it up, she would say it was unhygienic, and that she was too shy to do it, feeling uncomfortable. Hearing her say that, I never brought it up again.

Watching Xiaoying's red lips get closer and closer to my father's glans, a sudden pang of sadness welled up inside me. Just when I thought Xiaoying was about to give my father oral sex, her red lips stopped about five centimeters from his penis. I saw Xiaoying close her eyes and begin to greedily inhale the scent of male hormones emanating from her father's penis. From her closed eyes and ecstatic expression, it was clear how much she loved the smell of her father's penis. She was breathing rapidly, her ample breasts trembling with each breath.

Xiaoying stroked her father's penis, inhaling his scent. I noticed her legs began to rub together gently; I knew she was aroused.

About a minute later, while still stroking and smelling her father's penis, her other hand slowly lifted her nightgown. When it reached her waist, pink lace panties were revealed.

After lifting the nightgown, Xiaoying placed her hand on her panties. To my disbelief, Xiaoying slowly pulled her panties down, without pausing. Sitting at my computer, watching Xiaoying pull down her panties, my mouth was agape, the air rushing in and out.

When the underwear was pulled down to a certain extent, Xiaoying lifted her left and right legs, completely separating the underwear from her body. Throughout this process, Xiaoying continued to caress and greedily sniff her father's penis; the only difference was that her breathing rate had reached its peak.

Xiaoying loosened her grip, and the underwear, now detached from her body,
fell to the ground. My heart sank with the falling lace underwear. In the video, Xiaoying's lower body was completely naked; her full, rounded buttocks and the dark forest between her legs were fully exposed to the air, appearing so sexy in the video. My penis was now fully erect, even painfully hard.

Xiaoying slowly lifted her legs and climbed onto her father's bed, her head leaving his penis, but her caressing hands remained.

After climbing onto the bed, Xiaoying opened her eyes, gazing dreamily at her father's penis, and then slowly straddled his body with her left leg—a preparatory position for the woman-on-top position. The woman-on-top position is a sexual position where the woman takes the initiative, and it's also one of the most popular positions among many modern young couples.

Sitting in front of the computer, I stared intently at the screen, barely blinking, anticipating the moment Xiaoying would insert her father's thick, long penis into her vagina. From the video, I could clearly see that between Xiaoying's spread legs, the alluring pubic hair was already wet. Under the light, the dewdrops on the pubic hair looked so crystal clear, as if they might fall at any moment.

I knew that Xiaoying's body was ready for intercourse; those glistening dewdrops served as lubrication, allowing her father's thick, long penis to enter her vagina more smoothly.

Xiaoying straddled her father, half-squatting, slowly lowering her body. Xiaoying's vaginal opening and her father's penis drew closer and closer. At this moment, my body felt numb, like I was on heroin; even if someone stabbed me right now, I might not feel any pain. Was it finally about to happen? Xiaoying's half-squatting body was still slowly descending. Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't help but want to stand up, but I was afraid of waking Xiaoying, who was fast asleep in bed.

Just as her father's glans was about to touch her vaginal opening, Xiaoying suddenly stopped descending and abruptly opened her eyes. A fierce, slightly ferocious struggle flashed in her eyes. Then, Xiaoying abruptly stood up, releasing her grip on her father's penis.

Xiaoying breathed rapidly, standing with her legs slightly apart on either side of her father, looking down at his body like a proud queen surveying her lover lying beneath her. After finally managing to control her emotions, Xiaoying's breathing gradually calmed, and a hint of clarity returned to her eyes.

Still no penetration? A deep disappointment flashed through my mind, mixed with a hint of relief. But if there was no penetration, what about the moans last night?

Just when I thought Xiaoying was about to give up, she paused for a minute, then squatted down again, her hands once more gripping her father's dark, thick penis. As Xiaoying lowered her body, watching the distance between her vaginal opening and her father's penis shrink, my recently calmed nerves were jolted back into focus…

Chapter 015 Baptism

Watching the distance between Xiaoying's vaginal opening and her father's penis getting closer and closer, my heart began to ache. Was it about to happen? I silently asked myself, watching my father's penis get closer and closer to my beloved wife Xiaoying's vaginal opening, it felt like a dagger about to pierce my heart, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Just when I thought Xiaoying was about to guide her father's penis into her vagina, she suddenly stopped 10 centimeters above it. Then, she grasped her father's penis with one hand and gently inserted her index finger into her vagina with the other, beginning to slowly thrust in and out to masturbate.

At this time, Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes slightly closed, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Once her index finger was fully inserted, Xiaoying slowly opened her eyes, turning her gaze to her father's wrinkled face and chest.

Xiaoying looked at her father with longing, then her index finger, still inside her vagina, suddenly moved, "Mmm…," a long, sexy moan escaped her lips. This was the first moan I had heard last night; I hadn't expected it to be Xiaoying's first action of masturbation.

Xiaoying's index finger began to move rapidly in and out of her vagina, her luscious red lips emitting soft moans, while her other hand quickly stroked her father's penis, helping him masturbate. Slowly, Xiaoying lowered her gaze, returning it to her father's penis, and she continued to stare at it as she masturbated herself and her father.

Xiaoying's moans grew more rapid and louder; she was so excited she no longer cared about disturbing her husband next door. Several times, Xiaoying lowered her lower body to approach her father's penis, then repeatedly raised her hips to increase the distance, repeating this motion over and over.

The speed at which Xiaoying masturbated her father and thrust into her vagina increased, while her face showed a struggle—a mixture of sexual pleasure and pain.

Slowly, Xiaoying began to move her hips off the bed, gradually reducing the vertical distance between her vaginal opening and her father's penis. She lowered her head, bringing her red lips and upturned nose close to his penis again.

While masturbating herself and her father, she greedily inhaled the hormonal scent emanating from his penis. At this moment, Xiaoying began to lick her lips with her soft tongue, as if savoring a delicious treat, filled with temptation.

Xiaoying opened her eyes, greedily staring at her father's penis, smelling his scent. Her moans and movements grew faster, and more and more semen flowed from her vagina, slowly dripping onto her father's legs as she pulled it out with her index finger. With Xiaoying's continued masturbation, her father's penis grew thicker and longer.

The video continued, and so did Xiaoying's moans. Finally, in his sleep, stimulated by Xiaoying's masturbation, her father's hips thrust, and thick, white semen spurted from the urethral opening of his egg-sized glans. Because Xiaoying's red lips and nose were facing her father's penis, the milky-white semen all splattered onto her face. Her hair, eyes, nose, lips, chin—everything on Xiaoying's face was bathed in her father's semen, even her nightgown was covered. At this point, I have to admire the father's enormous ejaculation volume.

"Ah..." As her father ejaculated onto Xiaoying's face, Xiaoying let out a high-pitched moan. A gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her vagina, and she simultaneously reached orgasm. The stimulation of the orgasm caused Xiaoying's eyes to roll back and her body to stiffen. Meanwhile, I, watching everything from the computer, also ejaculated, my semen soaking my underwear.

The video froze. Xiaoying remained motionless, frozen in her orgasmic state. Just when I thought the video had frozen, Xiaoying slowly got up, released her father's now-soft penis, and slowly walked off the bed.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she stumbled, almost falling. I knew that at this moment, her body was weak from the orgasm. Xiaoying picked up the tissues from her father's bedside table and carefully wiped the semen from her face and hair. After roughly wiping her nightgown, Xiaoying turned back to wipe her father's penis and the semen she had sprayed onto his body.

At this moment, I noticed that Xiaoying's eyes had lost all desire; the fire of lust in them had been extinguished, replaced only by deep regret and self-reproach. She was like a walking corpse, acting purely on instinct.

After doing all this, Xiaoying reached out and put her father's penis back into his underwear. She glanced at his bulging genitals one last time, then slowly turned away, turned off the light, picked up my phone, opened her father's bedroom door, and left. Thankfully, Xiaoying hadn't forgotten that she had entered her father's room to retrieve my phone.

What followed was exactly what I had seen through the glass of the bedroom door last night. I hadn't been mistaken; Xiaoying's hair and nightgown were indeed wet last night, but that was from her father's semen.

Seeing this, I looked back at the sleeping Xiaoying. It turned out she hadn't had intercourse with her father last night; at most, it was physical contact. She had preserved one last forbidden zone for me, her husband. I believe that if it weren't for her deep love for me last night, she would have recklessly mounted her father and inserted his thick penis into her vagina.

Thinking about this, I realized I had misunderstood Xiaoying yesterday. She was still the woman who deeply loved me, the one I had always refused to cheat on to satisfy my sexual desires. Although she and my father didn't have physical relations last night, she had touched his penis, which was, in her heart, a kind of semi-cheating; at least she had been defiled. That's why she cried and felt deep guilt towards me. Thinking this, I not only didn't misunderstand Xiaoying, but I was even more certain of my judgment and Xiaoying's character, and I was happy to have married such a chaste woman.

Just as I was about to shut down the computer, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't watched the video of Xiaoying after work today. What happened to Xiaoying after work before I got home? I opened the video from this afternoon. After work, Xiaoying spoke a few words to her father, and then started tidying up the room as usual. However, when she spoke to her father, the curiosity in her eyes had turned into desire, and she kept glancing at his chest and groin, perhaps reminiscing about everything she had seen last night.

Xiaoying returned to her bedroom and turned on her computer. Because she had been drunk the night before and had pretended to be drunk while eavesdropping, she hadn't had time to set up any virus-infected websites or articles on her computer. When she turned on the computer and found no such websites or articles, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. Next, Xiaoying entered the pornographic forum. After browsing several sections, she started typing in one section, seemingly writing a blog post. Although the webcam was far away, the image was very clear, and I could still see Xiaoying's username, nickname, and password.

Xiaoying wrote in her blog for a long time. I noticed that her expressions were very rich as she wrote—excitement, guilt, pain, confusion, and even infatuation. Twenty minutes before I left work, she finished her blog post and closed the forum.

After watching the video, I suddenly became curious. What did Xiaoying write on the forum? Driven by curiosity, I found the forum's URL in my browser's bookmarks and entered Xiaoying's username and password. Xiaoying's username was quite unique: "Pink Lily." This nickname was quite meaningful; pink represented ambiguity, and lily represented purity. Ambiguity and purity—it sparked endless speculation.

After entering the forum page, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thankfully, this forum didn't have login time indicators. If Xiaoying had discovered that this account had logged in late at night, it would have alerted her. With trembling hands, I opened the "My Blog" subcategory in Xiaoying's forum account, and found the only blog post Xiaoying had written on this forum so far...

Chapter 016, Blog 1:

Pink represents ambiguity, lilies represent purity. I was originally a pure lily, but now this lily has mutated, changing from pure white to ambiguous pink... There are so many things I want to tell, but I can't let anyone I know hear them. Perhaps only here can I write down everything in my heart, confiding all my troubles and worries to a friend. My name is Pink Lily.

I am confident that I have a charming appearance and temperament. Before and after marriage, countless men have shown me ambiguous affection. I have a happy family. A husband who works hard for the family and loves me deeply; an adorable and innocent son, Hao Hao; and an elderly father-in-law who works hard to take care of the child and manage the household for my husband and me.

Everything in the family is so harmonious and warm. Although my family is not wealthy, I am truly content. Although my husband wasn't the most outstanding among all the men who pursued me, he was the most family-oriented and considerate. He never argued or quarreled with me; our love was always so harmonious…

The only flaw in our family was my husband's health. Due to a serious illness, his kidneys were damaged, severely affecting his sexual function, making it impossible for us to have a fully successful sexual encounter since his illness.

Before our life was normal, I hadn't realized I had such a strong sexual need. But since I turned 30 and my husband became ill, my unfulfilled sexual needs have made my desires increasingly intense.

Although many men in my work and social life make ambiguous advances towards me, and I feel some desire myself, the mere thought of my husband completely extinguishes any desire I feel for those men. Compared to my husband, those men seem so ugly.

So, no matter how strong my desires are, I have never considered betraying my husband by having an affair, even though it would be easy for me. I try my best to suppress my desires, acting normally every day. I don't want my husband to see my desires and feel inferior. Even if he's impotent for life, I want my husband to live with confidence.

However, this peaceful state of mind was shattered a few days ago when I unexpectedly came across some pornography. In the past, I would have looked down on such literature, finding it disgusting. But because I hadn't had sex in a long time and my desires were pent up, I started watching pornography little by little. The sexual scenes described made my heart race and my body filled with sexual desire, but all of this was still within my control. That pornography provided me with my only sexual solace. However,

just three days ago, I suddenly saw articles and pictures of incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and sex between an older man and a younger woman. These things, beyond my previous understanding and imagination, suddenly gave me an unimaginable and intense stimulation. Seeing those taboo incestuous relationships that crossed the line between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the huge age difference between the elderly and the young, gave me a tremendous shock and sexual experience.

If I hadn't suddenly come across this content, I would never have imagined that I would be so interested in things that are unacceptable to normal people. The intense taboo feelings in those articles and pictures changed my previous understanding. Suddenly, the wrinkles on those elderly people seemed so sexy, their gray hair so stimulating to my senses…

I couldn't believe it, nor could I believe these feelings were happening to me. In a forgotten corner of my heart, a box filled with perverse desires had been suddenly opened, and I'd never known what was inside.

Slowly, I began to notice my father-in-law, the only elderly man in my family. I suddenly realized how his long, graying hair, the wrinkles on his face, and his increasingly hunched, aged body were all so stimulating to my body.

Perhaps it was because my husband's sexual ability had declined, but I developed a strong interest in my father-in-law, the only other man in the house besides my husband who still had sexual ability. His appearance, and the occasional glimpse of his groin, were so attractive to me. I began to pay attention to everything about my father-in-law. A sense of fear gripped me; I couldn't go on like this. But the scenes and pictures in those articles, like a curse and a nightmare, kept echoing in my mind, no matter what I did, I couldn't shake them off. I realized I was hopelessly addicted.

Although I can't control my thoughts, I can control my body. I can't do that; it would deeply hurt my husband and tear our family apart. I absolutely cannot have a relationship with my father-in-law; I can only fantasize about it in the quiet of the night. But I find that when I fantasize, my genitals easily become wet and itchy. Every time this happens, I want to have sex, but my husband can no longer satisfy me. I try my best to control myself.

However, all my efforts to control myself were shattered last night. I still did something that betrayed my husband and this family. Although my father-in-law didn't penetrate me in the end, my body is no longer completely pure; I was still defiled by the hormones of the opposite sex. Last night, I unexpectedly saw my father-in-law's genitals, and they were in a semi-erect state—the genitals of an older man.

This was the first time I had ever seen the genitals of an adult man other than my husband, and it was my own father-in-law's. My father-in-law's penis was so thick and strong, much larger than my husband's. When I first saw it, I was deeply shocked. I never imagined a man's penis could be so thick; I could hardly believe my eyes, especially since I had only ever seen my husband's.

His penis was like a magic wand, hypnotizing me. I had been obsessed with forbidden things these past few days, and seeing it now ignited a burning desire within me. Uncontrollably, I slowly approached my father-in-law's body, looking at that thick, ugly thing—large, dark, and grotesque—but at that moment, it was so alluring that I couldn't resist.

I couldn't control myself; my hands reached towards it. My mind kept screaming, "No, no," but my body was beyond my control. My hands drew closer and closer to my father-in-law's genitals. My heart was a jumble of emotions: excitement, trepidation, thrill, fear, and pain—a mixture of bittersweet feelings.

But just as I was about to touch my father-in-law's genitals, a flash of clarity crossed my mind, and I instantly stopped my hand from reaching for his genitals. I was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. "I should just help him put it back in his underwear, so he won't misunderstand when he wakes up the next day. After all, my husband knows I was in his bedroom tonight." I comforted myself inwardly, but I was just making excuses for myself.

I overcame my inner struggle and grabbed my father-in-law's genitals without thinking. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, like a clear spring flowing through my entire being, making me feel numb all over. I couldn't help but lift my head, letting my long hair flow freely, to carefully feel the stimulation that the current was giving me.

At this moment, my mind was numb. I felt as if I were possessed by a spirit, my body out of control. I brought my face close to my father-in-law's genitals, and a strong scent of male hormones filled my nostrils. Although it had an unpleasant odor, at this moment, the scent was so intoxicating, like the finest perfume, captivating me.

Chapter 017 Log 2

My hands, under the increasingly lost control of my desires, removed the only barrier protecting my lower body—my underwear. At this point, my body was no longer under my own control, but controlled by the desires within me. I got into bed and straddled my father-in-law's body. My lower body was already wet, secreting fluids; I knew I wanted it.

Under the control of desire, I used my lower body to repeatedly approach my father-in-law's genitals. I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted to thrust it deep into my body, to satisfy my desires, to extinguish the fire within me. Although my lower body was getting closer and closer to it, my body's desire grew stronger and stronger. I excitedly awaited the moment it entered my body.

Just as my father-in-law's thick, ugly thing was about to enter my body, my husband's image suddenly flashed through my hazy mind. His imposing figure jolted me awake, allowing me to preserve my last line of defense and safeguard my chastity. After regaining my senses, I felt deep remorse, regretting my lack of self-control. Had I done right by my husband who loved me so deeply?

But when I looked again at my father-in-law's wrinkled face and chest, when I saw his thick genitals, I was still unwilling to give up this rare "opportunity." "As long as I don't let it penetrate my body, then I won't have betrayed my husband, right?" I tried to convince myself, but now, looking back, I realize I was just deceiving myself.

I inserted my fingers into my genitals and began to masturbate myself and my father-in-law. Although my fingers were thin and far less thick than my father-in-law's penis, the pleasure from my genitals was still incredibly intense. I looked at my father-in-law's thick penis, imagining it inside me, imagining myself making love to it. My pleasure grew stronger and stronger, the stimulation unparalleled, something I had never experienced even with my husband.

I let my voice flow freely, moaning with a hint of restraint, from head to toe, my whole body feeling so pleasurable, a feeling I had never experienced before. I indulged in this, forgetting my relationship with my father-in-law, forgetting all ethics and morals, forgetting my husband, forgetting the ticking of the clock.

Finally, my father-in-law and I reached climax together. His semen sprayed onto my face and nightgown. The pungent smell of the semen on my face felt like the cosmetics I used to wear—slippery and fragrant. At the moment of climax, I was so intoxicated; my body floated up, drifting towards the white clouds in the sky.

After the climax, my body was completely exhausted. The feeling of that climax is unforgettable; I wished time could stand still at that moment.

Afterward, I came to my senses. What had I done? I hated myself. Why did I do such a thing? How could I face my husband and father-in-law? I was filled with deep remorse and guilt. I was a shameless woman, my mind constantly cursing myself.

Suddenly, I thought of death, of suicide, to wash away my sins. I scrubbed myself dry like a zombie. When I reached the living room and saw my son sleeping soundly in his crib, and then thought of my husband, drunk and asleep in the bedroom, I abandoned my suicidal thoughts. For the sake of this family, I couldn't have such thoughts.

I went to the bathroom and started showering. The water spraying onto my face and body felt completely different from the sensation of my father-in-law ejaculating. I kept letting the water wash over my face, trying to clear my head and calm myself down.

I washed my body again and again, using shower gel repeatedly, but I knew that no matter how much I washed, my body was no longer as clean as before. At least my heart was filthy; the semen my father-in-law had sprayed on me seemed impossible to wash away…

Back in bed, I looked at my husband, still fast asleep. He slept so peacefully. Perhaps he didn't know that his beloved wife had just done something to betray him, something utterly despicable. Thinking of his hardships and grievances outside, I finally couldn't hold back my tears. The tears flowed into my mouth, salty but also bitter. The guilt in my heart lingered. I gently kissed my husband's face. That night, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did.

Because of my deep guilt towards my husband, and because of my insomnia, I got up early in the morning and prepared breakfast for him for the first time—something I had never done before. In the past, it was always my husband who occasionally prepared breakfast for me. Seeing the happy smile on my husband's face, my guilt lessened a little.

In fact, the love my husband gave far outweighed what I gave him. What he needs is actually very simple: my love. Perhaps it was the mistake I made last night, the sudden fear of losing my husband and family, that made me realize the importance of cherishing him, and I love him even more now. I can't imagine what I would do without my husband's companionship, so I must cherish him even more, and I can't hurt him again.

After sobering up, I also considered my father-in-law. Last night, I was only focused on enjoying myself, completely disregarding whether he was drunk and unconscious or pretending. If he was sober, how will I face him in the future? How will he view me, his wanton daughter-in-law? What if he tells my husband about it?

After work, I lingered downstairs for a long time, afraid to go upstairs. Things have to be faced eventually, so I mustered my courage and slowly walked up the stairs. I walked very slowly, wishing so much that the stairs would never end, so I wouldn't have to face my father-in-law.

Finally, I reached my door, and with trembling hands, I unlocked the door. The door opened, and my father-in-law's figure, watching TV, came into view. His eyes lit up with surprise when he saw me, as if he had been waiting for me for a long time. He stood up to speak to me,

and I immediately lowered my head, not daring to look at him. Perhaps sensing my habit, he asked if I was sick. Seeing his usual expression, I knew he was completely unaware of what had happened last night, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Seeing him, my guilt rekindled, and the desire from last night stirred within me again. As usual, I ate with him and tidied the house.

The only difference was that I felt shy looking at him, like a princess seeing her prince charming. I kept replaying the feeling from last night, longing for the magnificent sight of his genitals. I couldn't help but steal glances at his crotch; his male organ, hidden in his pajama bottoms, occasionally revealed its impressive outline. I tried to distract myself, but I knew my heart was slowly succumbing.

Is there any medicine for regret in this world? If everything could go back to the way it was before, I'd rather not look at those articles and pictures that now entangle me. Is there a cure in this world? Even an amnesia drug would do, to let me forget what happened these past few days, to let my memory return to my innocent past. A fear begins to creep into my heart. I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to control myself, that I'll end up doing something that betrays my husband again. But my love for my husband is above all else, even my own desires. I can't let desire control my body.

I silently swore to my husband in my heart: "Darling, I promise you, no matter how much Xiaoying is controlled by lust, I will remain chaste for you, guarding my last forbidden zone. I will not let any man penetrate my body except you, even if it means living a life of widowhood. Husband, you are irreplaceable in my heart, I love you."

Chapter 018 Business Trip

After reading Xiaoying's diary, I sat in my computer chair and let out a long sigh. From Xiaoying's diary, I saw her desires, struggles, pain, guilt, regret, and most importantly, her deep love for me, her husband.

Seeing the pain revealed in Xiaoying's diary, I suddenly felt a pang of regret. If it weren't for my plan and my pushing, Xiaoying wouldn't be in this situation today. Thinking about Xiaoying's current mental state, my heart was filled with guilt and heartache. But there's no turning back now; what's done is done. I can only continue on, at least to make things go as I envisioned, hoping it will end in a comedy, not a tragedy.

We use a smart washing machine at home, and we usually only turn it on to wash all the dirty clothes at once after a certain amount has accumulated. So I believed that Xiaoying's nightgown from last night was still in the washing machine. I shut down the computer, went to the bathroom, opened the washing machine, and with mixed feelings, found the nightgown.

It was buried at the bottom, covered by a pile of dirty clothes; it seemed Xiaoying had deliberately placed it there to prevent anyone from finding it. I picked up the nightgown and slowly unfolded it, like opening a captivating novel, filling me with an eager anticipation to know what happened next. Gradually, the dried semen was revealed.

The semen my father had ejaculated on it last night was dried and whitish, the traces so clear. Although dried, the hormonal scent emanating from it was still so distinct and strong, as if it had just been sprayed. I had seen everything last night on video, but since it wasn't live, it felt like watching a movie—so unreal.

Only the semen stains on this nightgown made me feel that everything I saw last night was real. I calmed myself down and slowly put the nightgown back in its original place.

With a dazed and confused mind, I returned to bed. Looking at Xiaoying's sleeping, adorable face, I couldn't describe the feelings in my heart. There was relief, love, heartache, and a touch of jealousy and regret. Xiaoying was still fast asleep, but occasionally she would furrow her brow, as if she were encountering something troubling in her dream, causing her to show a hint of sorrow even in her sleep.

I thought that Xiaoying must be dreaming about everything that happened in her father's bedroom last night, causing her to show pain and sorrow again in her dream. I gently kissed her forehead, lay down beside her, and held her tightly. No matter what happened between her and her father in the end, she will always be my most beloved wife. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep amidst these complex emotions.

Because I hadn't seen what happened in my father's bedroom that night, and had been left anxiously waiting in my own room, that feeling of desperately wanting to know what was happening was something I never wanted to experience again.

I decided to use my bonus this month to upgrade the home security system. Since my salary is a base salary plus commission, my monthly pay isn't fixed, so I could use some "secret money" to upgrade the equipment. I contacted the security camera seller again and requested real-time monitoring. After paying a certain amount, the seller shipped me a signal output device, which looked like a wireless router but also functioned as one.

It also included a dongle, shaped like a USB flash drive. By plugging it into any computer with internet access, opening the software, and using the wireless transmitter at home, I could control the cameras in real-time. I replaced the home router with it. During the day at work, I used my work computer to test it out. The picture was incredibly clear and smooth. I could finally see everything at home in real time. I really didn't want that frantic feeling of wanting to see but not being able to that night to come again.

Several peaceful days passed. Apart from the passionate encounter between my father and Xiaoying that day, everything else seemed to have returned to normal. Aside from Xiaoying and my father occasionally secretly observing each other and expressing their desire, nothing else happened. This made me very anxious, but I had no clue what to do next. Everything seemed to have reached a stalemate.

Just then, it was time for the company's annual training, and I had to go back to the company headquarters in Shenyang for training, a business trip that would take a week. I've been working at this company for five years now, and I've gone back for training four times; this is the fifth time.

After returning home, I told Xiaoying and my father about my business trip. A hint of reluctance flashed in Xiaoying's eyes. After all, Xiaoying and I are rarely apart. Every time I'm away on a business trip or not at home, Xiaoying calls to check on me, her voice full of longing.

Xiaoying packed my toiletries and personal belongings, inevitably giving me a series of instructions—the usual nagging of women—but even in these nagging, I could still see her concern for me.

At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that during this week I was away, only Xiaoying and my father were home. Would they spark something between them while I was gone? After all, Xiaoying and her father had developed an interest and desire for each other, and perhaps this business trip would be a good opportunity for my plans.

With mixed feelings, I boarded the train to Shenyang. The nearly 10-hour journey took me tossing and turning in my sleeper berth, unable to sleep, my mind filled with anticipation. Finally, in a half-asleep state, the train arrived in Shenyang. I found my hotel and lay in bed, trying to relieve the fatigue from the 10-hour train ride. During the journey, Xiaoying called me three times. Only after hearing that I had arrived safely did she finally relax.

"Honey, remember to take your medicine on time. I'm not here to remind you, so please take care of yourself."

"Honey, don't drink too much at your gatherings with colleagues. Your health isn't very good to begin with."

"Honey, wear more clothes when you go out, be careful not to catch a cold." Xiaoying was truly persistent. She repeated these words to me countless times at home, yet she never tired of them. Her concern and care for me touched and warmed my heart.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, on my first night in Shenyang, I didn't turn on the home security camera. I figured nothing would happen at home on the first day, and exhausted, I went to sleep early.

The next morning, after breakfast, I took a bus to the company headquarters. Sitting in the headquarters' computer lab, I felt a little strange. Usually, Xiaoying would call to wake me up and ask how I was doing, but this morning she hadn't called at all.

The training days were tedious and boring. I was always distracted during the lectures, thinking about what might have happened at home and why Xiaoying hadn't called. Finally, the first day of training ended. I declined all the invitations to dinners and drinks with colleagues and friends, ate something simple, and returned to the hotel.

Sitting on the hotel bed, I opened my laptop. Then I remembered that Xiaoying hadn't called. To clear up my doubts, I decided to call her and find out what was going on. I found Xiaoying's number in my phone book, and just as I was about to dial it, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Xiaoying calling. I eagerly answered the phone…

Chapter 019 Drunkenness

I answered the phone, but I didn't hear Xiaoying's usual eager voice. Normally, she would have started chattering away like a lark. But this time, there was a sudden silence on the other end. Just as I thought it was a bad signal,

"Honey, have you eaten?" Xiaoying's soft voice suddenly came through the phone. That was always her first line when she called me. But her tone was a little off today, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Yes, I have. What's wrong? Xiaoying, you sound so weak. Are you sick?" I asked curiously.

"No...no, I'm...I'm perfectly fine. How could I be sick?" Xiaoying suddenly stammered, seemingly caught off guard by my question. "

That's good. Are Father and the baby alright?" Although it sounded strange, I didn't think much of it.

"They're...very fine. What could possibly be wrong?" Xiaoying was still a little incoherent.

"It's only been a day, and you've become a stutterer, honey?" I teased her.

"Oh, you're so annoying! You're the one who stutters," Xiaoying finally replied, her tone returning to normal. After saying that, Xiaoying suddenly fell silent. In all our conversations, Xiaoying usually took the initiative; she spoke first, and I always ended up being the passive one.

"Husband…" After a long silence, Xiaoying suddenly called out my pet name in a tearful voice. I felt a little strange. Why was Xiaoying suddenly crying?

"Xiaoying, don't scare your husband. What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened? Tell your husband, sweetie," I asked anxiously. At that moment, my heart tightened; something must have happened to Xiaoying.

"Nothing, husband, I just miss you so much. Come back as soon as you're done with training. I really miss you," Xiaoying said to me in a heavy, nasal voice after calming down for a long time.

"Silly girl, it's not like your husband will never come back. Just wait for me at home. I'll bring you a gift when I get back." I comforted Xiaoying, even though I had countless questions in my mind. My priority was to soothe her emotions so I could figure out what had happened later.

"Okay, honey, take care of yourself and get some rest. Can you give me a kiss on the phone before you hang up?" my wife said sweetly. Xiaoying usually spoke to me in a cheerful tone, so her serious and earnest manner was very unusual.

"Kiss..." I kissed her on the phone, wanting to say something more, but before I could speak, she had already hung up.

Looking at the disconnected phone, my questions deepened. What had happened? Then it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't checked the security cameras last night, nor had I monitored anything that happened at home. Could something have happened between Xiaoying and my father last night? That's why Xiaoying's mood was so unusual today.

I quickly took the dongle from my laptop bag, inserted it into my laptop, turned on the computer's wireless network card, and accessed the monitoring page. After my upgrade, the home surveillance equipment can now record video and provide real-time images. I set the monitoring time to the time Xiaoying came home from work yesterday.

When she got home, Xiaoying seemed a little dejected, perhaps because she missed me, or perhaps because I wasn't by her side, and her only comfort was gone, leaving her feeling empty.

"Dad, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you." After tidying up the house, Xiaoying didn't turn on the computer as usual, but instead stood in the living room and asked her father.

"Anything will do. There are some leftovers from yesterday, just heat them up." Her father was a frugal man; he couldn't bear to throw away leftovers, and he would eat them all up. That's how the older generation is.

"Dad, life is better now. Don't always be so frugal. You've saved every penny your whole life; you should enjoy your retirement." As she said this, Xiaoying walked towards the kitchen.

Dinner was served. Xiaoying had made her father's favorite braised beef cheek. As Xiaoying and her father ate, he opened a bottle of liquor and poured himself a glass of baijiu (Chinese white liquor). It was unusual for her father to drink, unless there were guests or it was a holiday. However, as a daughter-in-law, Xiaoying couldn't interfere with her father-in-law's behavior. Although she frowned slightly, she didn't say anything and ate her food slowly and gracefully.

"Xiaoying, have a drink with Dad. It's rare that we're home alone today, Jincheng isn't here. Let's have a good talk. You gave up so many men who were much better than Jincheng to marry into our family. You've endured a lot of hardship, and you and Jincheng have worked hard and thriftily to build everything we have now. As the only elder in this family, I'm truly grateful to you." Her father took another glass and poured half a glass of baijiu for Xiaoying. When her father said this, I saw gratitude in his eyes—a pure gratitude. I believe that when he said those words, his heart was truly pure.

Perhaps recalling the ups and downs and grievances they had endured since their marriage, Xiaoying felt her father-in-law's recognition of her hard work after hearing his words. Her eyes reddened slightly as she accepted the half-glass of baijiu from her father.

"What are you saying, Dad? Jincheng loves me very much. He's a good man, and you're a good father too. You treat me like your own daughter. This family has never caused me any grievances. Really, with a good husband, a good father-in-law, and a healthy and adorable son, what more could I ask for?" Xiaoying smiled through her tears as she clinked glasses with her father and took a sip of baijiu. Perhaps unaccustomed to the spiciness of the baijiu, Xiaoying coughed after taking a sip.

"If you can't drink, then don't drink," her father said, a hint of heartache in his eyes as he saw her cough.

"It's alright. It's rare to have a drink with Dad," Xiaoying said, calming down before starting to chat and drink with her father. Gradually, their glasses were empty. Perhaps because they had opened up and felt relieved, they poured themselves a second glass of baijiu.

"Xiaoying, you seem to have something on your mind lately," her father said, seemingly hinting at something. Xiaoying froze, nearly dropping her wine glass.

"No...nothing, Dad, you're overthinking it. What could be wrong?" Xiaoying blushed slightly, looking down at her father, her long hair falling to cover her flushed cheeks. It seemed she was remembering that night, and perhaps also remembering my body, no longer possessing full sexual ability, unable to provide her with the pleasure of love.

"That's good. If you and Jincheng encounter any financial difficulties, just tell Dad. I've saved some money for my retirement and even for my coffin. Whatever you and Jincheng need, I'll give it all. After all, I'm old and can't contribute anything to the family anymore, only adding to the burden. Once you're dead, you're just dust. This money is useless to me; I'd rather contribute something to the family," her father said. I could sense the sincerity in his words.

"Dad, it's really nothing, you're overthinking it. Jincheng and I can handle everything at home. If you say anything like that again, I'll never speak to you again." Xiaoying was deeply moved by these words. She raised her head and brushed her long, loose hair behind her ear, her beautiful appearance radiating charm in the gesture. Perhaps she felt wronged because of her father's misunderstanding, and suddenly uttered these coquettish words to him like a little woman. Perhaps realizing her mistake immediately, Xiaoying's fair neck flushed red.

Her father was also taken aback by Xiaoying's coquettish words, unsure whether to hold his wine glass or put it down, both of them feeling awkward. After a moment of awkward silence, Xiaoying was the first to react.

"Let's stop talking, Dad, let's continue drinking." They sipped their wine, their faces slowly turning a drunken red. The wine in their glasses dwindled little by little until only the bottom of the glasses remained…

Chapter 020 Touch

Xiaoying and her father finished their second glass of baijiu. Both were slightly tipsy, but still relatively sober.

“Dad, let’s keep drinking.”

Xiaoying’s alcohol tolerance was truly impressive.

Perhaps because of her bad mood, Xiaoying picked up the bottle to pour more.

“Xiaoying, you’ve had enough. Don’t drink anymore. Jincheng isn’t home. If we both drink too much, who will take care of the child?”

Her father quickly stopped her when he saw her about to pour more.

Suddenly thinking of her son, Xiaoying put down her glass. The two drank and chatted, sharing many heartfelt words, and the atmosphere immediately brightened.

Xiaoying wanted to get up and clear the table, but her father, seeing her slightly drunk, insisted she not do so.

Instead, he told her to go check on Hao Hao while he finished clearing the table and washed the dishes.

Because Hao Hao has been primarily cared for by his father since childhood, and Xiao Ying and I are often at work and rarely spend time with him, our son is very affectionate towards his father, but somewhat distant from us. He can't stand being separated from his father even for a short while.

Just now, Xiao Ying had been comforting Hao Hao for a while when he started crying and fussing.

His father, having finished clearing the table and dishes, quickly washed his hands and came to the living room.

At that moment, Xiao Ying, wearing a nightgown, was holding Hao Hao. Because Hao Hao was crying and grabbing around in her arms, he accidentally pulled down Xiao Ying's neckline, revealing her deep cleavage and her white breasts. Luckily, Xiao Ying was wearing a bra under her nightgown, otherwise, her nipples and areolas would have been exposed.

Since Xiao Ying didn't have breast milk after giving birth to Hao Hao, he has been formula-fed since birth, so Xiao Ying has never breastfed him. Apart from me, no one else has ever seen Xiao Ying's breasts.

The moment Xiaoying's collar was pulled down by Haohao, exposing her breasts, her father happened to come out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of that exposed skin. Although Xiaoying quickly pulled her collar up again, the glimpse lasted less than two seconds.

Her father, however, had witnessed it. It was the first time he had truly seen Xiaoying's snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. Although he couldn't see the areola and nipple, it still left him stunned and speechless.

After adjusting her collar, Xiaoying looked up and saw her father standing there, her face flushing red. She quickly turned away, holding her child.

Xiaoying, with her back to her father, didn't notice that, under the influence of alcohol, her father's eyes were burning with desire as he looked at her.

Seeing Xiaoying blush and turn away, her father suddenly sobered up, realizing his earlier lapse in composure, and his face turned crimson with shame.

Haohao, seeing his grandfather come out of the kitchen, cried even harder in Xiaoying's arms, reaching for his grandfather's hand.

Seeing Hao Hao crying, the father's eyes flashed with heartache and doting affection.

He quickly went to Xiao Ying to take Hao Hao from her. Xiao Ying, at her wits' end with Hao Hao's crying, saw her father coming to her rescue and gently placed Hao Hao towards him. The father reached out to embrace Hao Hao.

Perhaps because both Xiao Ying and her father had been drinking, they were both a little tipsy and didn't quite control their strength. In this embrace, as the father held Hao Hao, his fingertips brushed against Xiao Ying's full, firm breasts.

Clearly, it wasn't intentional, but that fleeting touch still made both of them tremble. The father, in his nervousness, almost dropped Hao Hao, but quickly regained his composure and caught him. Both

Xiao Ying and her father were embarrassed. It was the first time Xiao Ying had been touched by another man, and it was the first time the father had touched Xiao Ying's breasts. Even when Xiao Ying was drunk last time, he hadn't dared to reach out and grab her breasts.

Unexpectedly, their first breast contact occurred in this unintentional moment.

Hao Hao, still shaken from being nearly thrown to the ground by his father, burst into loud cries, interrupting the awkward silence between the two.

His father and Xiao Ying quickly comforted him, and after a while, Hao Hao finally stopped crying.

I saw Xiao Ying and his father both breathe a sigh of relief, only then remembering the physical contact that had just occurred.

Their eyes met in a tacit exchange, and upon realizing the other was looking at them, they quickly looked away.

"Dad, I'm going to sleep. You should rest early too,"

Xiao Ying said softly to her father, bowing her head.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep after Hao Hao falls asleep. You should go to sleep too,"

the father said, soothing Hao Hao. Neither of them looked up; it seemed the physical contact had left them both temporarily unable to face each other.

Xiao Ying got up and slowly walked into the bedroom. As she stood up, the father looked up at her back, his masculine desire intensifying, like a wolf eyeing its prey with gleaming green light.

Xiaoying went into the bedroom and closed the door. After that, the whole house fell silent; her father was still in the living room, gently coaxing Hao Hao to sleep.

But after Xiaoying entered the room, I noticed something was off. My mind went blank; I couldn't remember what was wrong.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly realized what was wrong.

In the past, even when I was at work and only Xiaoying and her father were home, Xiaoying would habitually lock her bedroom door from the inside, whether she was sleeping or changing clothes.

Before, when I came home and Xiaoying was fast asleep in the bedroom, I would knock to wake her before entering.

I had even scolded her for this, asking if it was necessary to lock the door from the inside, since we were family. It seemed like she was trying to protect her father, which hurt his pride. It was as if she was afraid he would come in and assault her. Xiaoying explained that if her father accidentally pushed the door open while she was changing, it could cause unnecessary misunderstandings and embarrassment, so she locked the door.

When I heard that, I felt it made a lot of sense, so from then on I stopped worrying about Xiaoying locking her bedroom door.

But after Xiaoying returned to the bedroom and closed the door, I didn't seem to hear the bedroom door lock.

Thinking of this, I quickly replayed the video, resetting the time to when Xiaoying returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and then there was no sound.

You see, the surveillance equipment I installed at home not only captures very clear images, but also records very clear audio. The sound of the bedroom door locking is quite obvious; if the bedroom door was locked, I could hear the locking sound clearly in the video. But I only heard the door close, not any locking sound.

Could it be that Xiaoying drank too much and forgot to lock it? Or…? Thinking this, my heart suddenly tightened.

My father, while comforting Haohao, would occasionally glance at Xiaoying's bedroom door; perhaps he also noticed that Xiaoying's door wasn't locked.

In the video, I saw my father's brow furrow slightly; he seemed to have sensed something was wrong.

A little while later, Haohao fell asleep, and my father gently placed him in his crib.

Then, with heavy steps, he slowly turned off the living room light. As he passed Xiaoying's bedroom, his steps suddenly stopped, and he looked back at Xiaoying's door, his desire growing stronger.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh and continued walking back to his own bedroom with his aged steps.

As his bedroom door closed, the entire room fell into darkness and silence.

All the lights were off, but the bright moonlight outside illuminated the room, and everything inside was still clearly visible to the naked eye.

There was no sound in the video recording. Seeing this, I knew the recording had returned to normal; apart from the father accidentally touching Xiaoying's breast, nothing unusual had happened.

But that shouldn't have caused such a drastic change in Xiaoying's emotions during the phone call just now, right? Xiaoying isn't the kind of person with a weak mentality; she could handle this kind of accident.

I lit a cigarette, watching the silent video recording. Time ticked by, and I recalled the events of the past few days, pondering my next plan, but I was clueless. An hour passed, and an hour also passed in the recording. Everything in the recording remained quiet, without any change or abnormality.

After smoking four cigarettes, I felt sleepy. Just as I was about to take off my headset, turn off the recording, and go to sleep

, a "click" sound suddenly came from my headset. The sound was like a hammer blow to my brain, instantly waking me from my drowsiness.

I quickly looked at the still-on recording on the computer screen. In the recording, my father's bedroom door opened, and my father, wearing pajamas, slowly walked out of the room. He walked very slowly, but my heart tightened little by little, because my father's destination was Xiaoying's bedroom…
Chapter 021 Music

Seeing my father slowly walking towards Xiaoying's bedroom, my hands trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't believe my father would enter Xiaoying's room; after all, this was different from what I had expected. Things had developed in a way I hadn't anticipated.

Under my questioning gaze, my father walked to Xiaoying's bedroom door.

He slowly placed his trembling right hand on the doorknob; a gentle press would have opened the door. But

after placing his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated. From the constantly shifting expressions on his face, I saw a fierce internal struggle within him.

After several minutes, he didn't press the lock, but slowly withdrew his hand.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed; I still hoped he would go into Xiaoying's bedroom.

Just when I thought he was about to give up and return to his own room, to my disbelief, he stood in the doorway and began to remove his pajamas. Once the pajamas were off, his dark, muscular chest was revealed, the skin wrinkled and loose with age.

After removing his pajamas, he began to remove his pajama bottoms, then his underwear.

His movements were fluid and seamless, without a single pause.

In the video, the father standing at Xiaoying's door was completely naked. His dark, muscular, wrinkled, and loose-skinned old body was exposed to the moonlight. His thick, long penis was already erect, appearing incredibly long and thick.

Perhaps due to nervousness, his body trembled slightly, and his large penis swayed gently back and forth with his trembling.

His penis was so thick and long that the glans seemed to reach knee height, demonstrating just how astonishing its length was.

Watching everything in the video, I couldn't believe it.

Was my father going to enter Xiaoying's room naked, with his penis exposed? Was he going to enter Xiaoying's room and have sex with her? Was my father deciding to take the risk of entering the bedroom to rape Xiaoying? After all, my father didn't know that Xiaoying also had desire for him. If he did such a thing without knowing, it would be nothing short of gambling, and if he lost, it would be an irreversible end.

Just as I was filled with questions, my father, who was standing naked in front of Xiaoying's door, took a deep breath.

It seemed he was encouraging himself, or perhaps giving himself confidence.

He placed his hand back on Xiaoying's doorknob and began to press down hard.

The way he gripped the doorknob felt like it was gripping my heart, pushing my inner turmoil to its limit.

With a "click," Xiaoying's bedroom door opened as her father pushed the doorknob to its limit. Through the crack in the door, I saw Xiaoying lying on the bed. She was facing inwards, lying on her side, her long, white legs slightly bent. Her shapely, round buttocks appeared so full and sensual due to her position. She was wearing a nightgown, and her eyes were closed, seemingly fast asleep. Before I could continue to observe Xiaoying's sexy, voluptuous figure, her father entered Xiaoying's bedroom and slowly closed the door. As the door gradually closed, Xiaoying's sexy body and her father's naked body gradually disappeared from my sight. Watching the closed door and the disappearing figures of Xiaoying and her father, I frantically tried to switch the webcam. I needed to retrieve the footage from my bedroom with Xiaoying so I could know what was about to happen. Due to nervousness, my hands were trembling as I operated the laptop, and I clicked the wrong folder several times. I finally found the file, but when I opened the folder containing the videos of Xiaoying and me in our bedroom, I was stunned. The folder didn't contain last night's footage! What happened? Normally, each of the four cameras has its own folder to store the recorded videos, and I've labeled each folder for easy identification. But now, after opening the folder containing the videos of Xiaoying and me in our bedroom, besides the previous recordings, I couldn't find last night's footage. What's going on? I was frantic, almost ready to smash my computer, but after searching repeatedly without success, I finally gave up. I continued watching the living room recording. Since I couldn't see the bedroom video, I could only try to hear some sound from the living room recording. I turned the volume on my laptop and the recording to maximum, but there was still no sound coming from Xiaoying's bedroom. About 20 minutes had passed, and there was still no sound, as if nothing had happened in the bedroom. The door blocked out the sound from the bedroom. At that moment, the bedroom door felt like a galaxy, forever separating the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who could only gaze at each other but never meet. I never imagined that upgrading the surveillance equipment would still bring this agonizing, anxious feeling. All I could think about was getting home and smashing all the bedroom cameras. Just as I was trembling with rage, a scream suddenly came from the bedroom: "No!" Though only two words, that scream instantly jolted me awake. My hair stood on end, and I focused all my senses on my hearing. Was my father forcing himself on me? Was he raping me?

I started listening intently, but about five minutes passed, and apart from Xiaoying's cry of "No!", the bedroom fell silent again.

I continued listening carefully, and just as my ears started to ache and I was about to relax, a series of loud "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding suddenly came from the bedroom. These sounds struck me like a thunderbolt, sending my blood rushing to my head, and my entire body began to circulate rapidly. The "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding didn't stop after they started; the sounds were so clear and crisp—the sounds of Xiaoying and her father's bodies colliding.

Between the pauses in the flesh collisions, I heard... The sounds of my father and Xiaoying breathing heavily were so deep and rapid, like someone who had been suffocating for a long time and was suddenly breathing deeply. The sounds of their bodies colliding and their heavy breathing still lingered. A voice kept echoing in my mind, as if another version of myself was comforting me. "Mmm... Ahhh..." After about 15 minutes of this, Xiaoying began to moan sweetly. Those sweet moans were so intoxicating, enough to give any man goosebumps. Xiaoying's moans were the best form of "ecstasy."

Those moans, which she used to only make when I was making love with her, now, hearing my woman moaning joyfully with someone else in my own bedroom, were like a cold thorn piercing my heart. At this moment, the sounds of flesh colliding, Xiaoying's moans, and her father's heavy breathing mingled together, creating the most aphrodisiac and ambiguous melody in the world—a symphony, in fact.

This symphony lasted for about 10 minutes. "Ahhhhh!"

With Xiaoying's high-pitched climax, everything in the room fell silent again, as if nothing had just happened, as if it were all a dream.

I stared blankly at the closed door in the video, my mind frozen, unable to think.

Time continued to pass. About five minutes later, the door reopened, and my father emerged from the room. His limp penis, already limp from ejaculation, swayed with his movements, covered in fluid that glistened in the moonlight, as if coated with oil.

It was clear that his penis had been soaked and washed in a moist environment for a long time.

My father picked up his pajamas and underwear at the bedroom door. I saw regret, self-blame, guilt, and pain on his face, along with a hint of satisfaction.

With a complex expression, he returned to the bedroom, walking much faster than when he came out.

As his bedroom door closed, Xiaoying's bedroom door opened, and she emerged, wearing a rumpled nightgown. Her hair was disheveled, and her face still held the afterglow of her orgasm.

But what truly caught my attention was Xiaoying's right hand reaching down to her genitals. Because the living room was dark, and her nightgown concealed her lower body

, I could still see clearly in the dim moonlight.

Xiaoying held a wet wipe in her right hand, wiping herself as she walked, her legs tightly closed, her steps light and hesitant. Her destination was the bathroom…

Chapter 022 Confidence

. After entering the bathroom, Xiaoying casually closed the door. As the bathroom door closed, I turned off the recording. I had no desire to watch the videos from the bathroom and my father's bedroom anymore. I couldn't believe it; what had just happened was completely unexpected. Logically, my father would never dare risk entering Xiaoying's bedroom unless…

Thinking this, a flash of inspiration struck me, and I instantly grasped it. Putting myself in his shoes, my father's willingness to enter Xiaoying's bedroom meant he was certain she would agree to intimacy with him there. If he didn't have that confidence, how could his meticulous nature lead him to do something so abrupt? But how could he have guessed Xiaoying would agree? How could he know she also desired him? Where did his confidence come from?

I sat on the bed, staring at the frozen screen of my laptop, lost in thought. What had gone wrong that I hadn't noticed? …

I pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened my eyes. That's right! The night Xiaoying entered my father's bedroom looking for her phone, she and my father masturbated to orgasm; that was Xiaoying's first intimate encounter with my father. I watched the entire recording that night, but because my focus was entirely on Xiaoying, I didn't pay attention to my father's state of mind at all. Was my father conscious at the time? If he was, he would have definitely witnessed Xiaoying masturbating him and him masturbating himself, and he would have clearly seen Xiaoying's expressions and state throughout the entire process. Therefore, it wouldn't be surprising that he knew Xiaoying's desire for him and went into her bedroom naked the previous night. It seems that only this explanation makes sense.

Thinking of this, I quickly retrieved the video from that night. I started watching it again from the moment Xiaoying entered the bedroom. The only difference was that this time I focused all my attention on my father, who was fast asleep on the bed

, drunk. From the moment Xiaoying entered the bedroom until she grasped my father's penis, he remained sound asleep, his body and expression unchanged. I believed he was unaware of this process. When Xiaoying began stroking my father's penis and stood by the bed smelling him, I noticed that my father's head began to move slightly, and he appeared to be enjoying himself. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyelids began to twitch rhythmically, as if he were about to wake up. However, Xiaoying was focused on smelling his penis and couldn't see his unusual behavior.

Xiaoying continued until she straddled my father and began vigorously masturbating him. At that moment, I saw my father move his head a few times and slowly open his eyes. Perhaps Xiaoying's stroking had given him intense physical stimulation, waking him up. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, the father, having just woken up, didn't move a muscle except for his eyes. His eyes were barely open, almost squinting, and he was still groggy from just waking up. Xiaoying, meanwhile, was also closed-eyed, biting her lower lip, lost in the pleasure of masturbation. I believe that even if the father had made any movement, Xiaoying wouldn't have noticed.

The father squinted and opened his eyes, glancing groggily at the bright light on the ceiling. Perhaps because the light was too glaring, he closed his eyes again. Slowly, he felt the pleasure from his penis, which made him feel strange. Resisting the light, he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards his genitals. When he saw Xiaoying moving up and down on him, his groggy eyes snapped open. He was stunned. What was happening? Was he dreaming? I believe that was what the father was thinking at that moment. The father looked down again, and when he saw his penis so close to Xiaoying's vaginal opening, being stroked by her, and her other hand's fingers inserted into her vagina for masturbation, his eyes widened even further, and his mouth gaped open. I can imagine how surprised and incredulous he must have felt. Xiaoying's exposed genitals and her ecstatic expression during masturbation gave him intense stimulation. After staring intently for a while, his consciousness finally returned to normal. He knew this wasn't a dream; it was real, and his dutiful daughter-in-law was masturbating him and him. Perhaps because it happened so suddenly, the father didn't know how to handle it, and fearing the awkwardness if Xiaoying discovered he was awake, he quickly and gently lay his head back down, tightly closing his eyes again, pretending to be asleep. At this moment,

Xiaoying was still enjoying the pleasure with her eyes closed, completely unaware that her father had just become awake and his eyes were open. After her father closed his eyes again, Xiaoying continued her actions. Now more awake, her father felt the stimulation Xiaoying was providing. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, sometimes clenching, sometimes relaxing, in sync with the speed of her masturbation. He was like a girl being raped, passively enjoying the ecstasy Xiaoying was giving him. Xiaoying's entire attention was focused on her sexual sensations; all other senses were shut off. With the frequency of Xiaoying's masturbation, the father, feeling incredibly comfortable, would occasionally thrust his hips slightly, as if trying to slip his penis into Xiaoying's vagina, which was not far above her. However, after a few slight thrusts, he realized his glans still couldn't reach the vaginal opening, and he dared not move too much for fear of being noticed. After a few attempts, he gave up. He lay there quietly enjoying everything. Finally, with Xiaoying's continued masturbation, both Xiaoying and her father reached their climax simultaneously. Her father gripped the sheets tightly, his hips arched deeply upwards, and he ejaculated a thick stream of semen. At this moment, Xiaoying felt the bulge in her father's groin, but she simply assumed it was a normal bodily reaction to ejaculation in his sleep.

After wiping herself, Xiaoying left her father's room, and as she turned off the light, his bedroom fell into darkness again. Last time, after seeing this, I turned off the recording and didn't watch what happened in her father's bedroom again. This time, because I was focused entirely on my father, I continued to watch his dark and quiet bedroom.

About five minutes after Xiaoying left the room, her father slowly propped himself up on the bed with his hands. Because he had drunk a lot, he was still not very sober, and he shook his head vigorously a few times after sitting up. After calming down a few times, her father glanced at the door that Xiaoying had closed, then slowly took off his underwear and stroked his penis, which Xiaoying had just wiped clean. His expression was full of confusion; perhaps he still couldn't believe that what had just happened was real. After a while, I noticed that her father gradually showed a bitter smile. I believe that he had thought about many things and understood many things by now. That bittersweet smile, tinged with satisfaction, revealed the father's incredibly complex inner world. The smile contained the anguish of being torn by ethical dilemmas, and also the joy and satisfaction of being favored by his beloved goddess. Afterwards, with that satisfied bittersweet smile, the father lay down and fell into a deep sleep, and the video recording fell silent again—a long, quiet night.

After watching the video, I finally understood where my father's confidence came from. If he hadn't experienced everything Xiaoying had given him that night, he would never have dared to enter Xiaoying's room, because he believed Xiaoying also had sexual desire for him. Having figured this out, my attention returned to what had just happened in Xiaoying's bedroom. Had the two really had sex? Had my father really penetrated Xiaoying? Although the sounds of intercourse I heard in the video were so real, I still couldn't believe that my father and Xiaoying had actually made love. I desperately wanted to see what had happened in Xiaoying's bedroom; I absolutely wouldn't believe what had just happened until I saw my father's penis penetrating Xiaoying's vagina with my own eyes. With this urgent feeling, I was determined to find out why I couldn't retrieve the surveillance footage from Xiaoying's bedroom. If I didn't figure out what had just happened in the bedroom, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight. I found the phone number of the seller who sold me the surveillance equipment on my phone. With a mix of anxiety and mixed emotions, I dialed the number…

Chapter 023 Replay

After calling the seller, I explained the problem with the surveillance system in Xiaoying's and my bedroom. He told me it was probably a mistake in setting the hard drive location for storing the bedroom camera footage. He gave me a short folder name and told me to search for it in "My Computer." After hanging up, I tried searching. Normally, all my surveillance footage should be stored in a folder on the D drive. But after finding the folder name, I realized that when I set the storage location, I had accidentally set the storage location for Xiaoying's and my bedroom footage to the E drive. It seemed that when I pressed the D key, my finger had accidentally lifted slightly above the keyboard, resulting in pressing the E key instead.

After figuring out the reason, I finally found the folder on my E drive. Nervously, I slowly opened the file, silently repeating to myself before opening it: "I must find it, I must find it." At that moment, I realized how urgent it was to uncover the truth.

Finally, the folder opened, and sure enough, it contained a video file. Judging from the video's name and code, it was the video of Xiaoying's bedroom that I had been searching for. I calmed myself down and composed myself. I opened the video, and the familiar scenes from Xiaoying and my bedroom finally appeared. Then, I simultaneously opened the videos from the living room and my father's bedroom, dividing the computer screen into three parts. The videos from our two bedrooms were at the top, occupying half the screen. The videos from the living room and my father's bedroom were at the bottom, each occupying a quarter of the screen.

After adjusting the aspect ratio of the three videos, I set the recording time to the moment Xiaoying returned to her bedroom that night. The video began to play slowly, and my heart began to heat up. Was I finally going to witness the moment Xiaoying and my father had intercourse?

In the video, after greeting her father, Xiaoying slowly walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. After closing the door, Xiaoying habitually placed her hand on the lock to lock the bedroom door, but she suddenly stopped. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, as if she were pondering something. After a moment's hesitation, Xiaoying released her grip on the lock, without locking the door. She stood at the bedroom door, thinking quietly for a while, as if she had made up her mind. She slowly lay back down on the bed, closing her eyes quietly. Watching her irregular chest rise and fall, I knew Xiaoying's heart was far from calm; she seemed to still be thinking about her father accidentally touching her breast.

In the living room video, after putting Haohao to sleep and putting him back in his crib, her father slowly headed back to his bedroom to rest. I was simultaneously monitoring the situations in both the bedroom and living room videos, which were running concurrently. Hearing her father turn off the light and walk away from his bedroom, Xiaoying slowly opened her tightly closed eyes and looked towards the bedroom door. Her father, in the living room, slowly walked back to his bedroom. When he reached Xiaoying's bedroom door, he suddenly stopped and looked towards it. Xiaoying, hearing her father's footsteps stop at her bedroom door, abruptly sat up, supporting herself with her hands. She looked at her door, her body trembling slightly, her eyes filled with desire, anticipation, tension, and a faint fear. In both videos, Xiaoying and her father were frozen in place; Xiaoying was frozen on the bed, and her father was frozen in front of her bedroom door. After a long while, her father sighed and slowly walked back into his bedroom. Sitting nervously on the bed, Xiaoying heard her father's footsteps fade into the distance and disappear. She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, an expression of relief and relaxation, but also tinged with disappointment—a complex and unfathomable expression.

Hearing the door to her father's bedroom close, Xiaoying slowly lay back down on her own bed. I shifted my attention from the living room to her father's bedroom. Both Xiaoying and her father lay quietly on their respective beds, but neither seemed able to fall asleep, tossing and turning. Her father sat up several times, looked down and thought for a while, then lay back down again. Xiaoying tossed and turned in bed, seemingly unable to sleep, everything suggesting that tonight would be a sleepless night for both of them.

Just as I was getting impatient and preparing to fast-forward the video, I saw Xiaoying suddenly open her eyes, slowly slip her hands under her nightgown, one hand rubbing her breast, the other reaching down to touch herself—she was masturbating. At the same time, her father also sat up, pulled down his pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing his large penis, and began to masturbate. Seeing this, I knew that their sexual desires had been rekindled, and I couldn't help but smile wryly; they were truly in sync, as if they had planned it beforehand, masturbating at the same time. Time passed slowly. One was masturbating, the other was pleasuring herself. One wonders if they were thinking of each other as they did so. After a while, perhaps the alcohol numbed their senses. The father masturbated for a long time without ejaculating, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes. At the same time, Xiaoying, also masturbating, failed to reach orgasm and let out a deep sigh.

Perhaps his desire was aroused but unable to be released. The father pulled up his pajama bottoms and underwear, slowly stood up, and remained silent for a long time before slowly opening his bedroom door and walking into the living room. Xiaoying, in her bedroom, suddenly heard the sound of her father's door opening. Her hands, which were masturbating, abruptly stopped, though they remained in their respective positions. Xiaoying opened her eyes, remaining motionless in her masturbation posture. As her father's footsteps drew closer to her door, a look of panic appeared on Xiaoying's face. She quickly removed her hands from her breasts and genitals, then gripped the sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball, revealing the extent of her nervousness. A mixture of desire and fear flickered in her eyes; perhaps this was what they called feigned resistance. Slowly, her father's footsteps stopped at her door. Xiaoying quickly released her grip on the sheets, hurriedly straightened her nightgown, turned towards the bed, and lay on her side, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. Xiaoying appeared quiet, but her tightly clenched hands betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her father, having removed his pajamas and underwear, opened Xiaoying's door, naked. Hearing the door open, Xiaoying trembled violently. She bit her lower lip; I knew she was at her breaking point. However, she didn't open her eyes to confront her father; instead, she remained asleep with her eyes tightly shut.

I quickly turned off all the video cameras in the living room and my father's bedroom, leaving only the one in Xiaoying's bedroom on. I wanted to focus all my attention on this video. Watching my father enter the bedroom, stand naked beside Xiaoying's bed, and quietly admire her sexy, voluptuous body with lustful eyes, my hands clenched tightly, gripping the sheets to support my increasingly trembling body. I believe my tension and excitement at that moment were no less than the two people in the video. In the video, my father's penis began to gradually become erect and curved upwards, like a flag slowly rising. I knew his pent-up lust was growing stronger, but he was also very nervous and hesitant, deciding whether to make a move on Xiaoying, and how to do it. The bedroom in the video, and my hotel room, were all silent…

Chapter 24: Taste

They say the calm before the storm is just around the corner; perhaps this silence foreshadows the approaching storm.

The video continued playing. The father, who had been standing by Xiaoying's bedside for a long time, grew increasingly excited. I noticed his eyes burned with lust, gleaming like a wolf's. Slowly, he moved. He slowly reached out his hand, his target Xiaoying's plump buttocks, exposed by her sideways movement. His hand moved slowly, and just when I thought he would hesitate and struggle like before, his hands touched Xiaoying's buttocks with unwavering determination.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed his eyes as he touched her buttocks; the softness seemed to comfort him, and his penis jerked upwards. It was clear that the intense stimulation from caressing Xiaoying's buttocks was immense. At the moment his father touched her buttocks, Xiaoying, who was pretending to be asleep, pursed her lips tightly, trying to control her body so as not to tremble, lest her father notice.

The father caressed Xiaoying's buttocks with a look of ecstasy, as if he were cherishing a beloved treasure. Time passed slowly, his caresses so gentle. After caressing her for a while, the father opened his eyes and peeked at Xiaoying, only to find her eyes still closed. Seemingly unsatisfied with caressing her through her nightgown, he slowly stopped and, with trembling hands, slowly lifted Xiaoying's nightgown. His movements were slow. Because Xiaoying's nightgown was very loose at the bottom, he encountered no resistance when lifting it.

In the video, the father slowly lifted Xiaoying's nightgown, like a newlywed husband slowly lifting his bride's red veil. Finally, he lifted Xiaoying's nightgown to her waist, revealing her snow-white, plump buttocks and pink lace panties. Under the moonlight, Xiaoying's buttocks appeared so white and translucent. Seeing Xiaoying's buttocks, the father's lips trembled with excitement. He excitedly caressed Xiaoying's buttocks again with both hands, this time without the nightgown's obstruction; his hands and buttocks touched directly. This time, the caress was rapid, showing how impatient the father was.

Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly, her eyelids, with their long eyelashes, sometimes closing and sometimes relaxing. Her father was still stroking her, so gently, like a husband caressing his beloved wife. It was the first time her father had truly touched Xiaoying's body, and at that moment, his desire surged once more.

Seemingly, the caresses couldn't satisfy my father. Under my burning gaze, he began to bend over. As he slowly bent down, his erect, thick penis drew closer and closer to his abdomen. When he reached his limit, the head of his penis, the size of an egg, finally touched his abdomen… He brought his face close to Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from them. His expression was one of ecstasy as he sniffed, and his face drew ever closer to Xiaoying's vaginal opening. After sniffing for a while, he extended his tongue and began to lick Xiaoying's buttocks. His red tongue began to circle and trace circles on Xiaoying's buttocks, as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world.

While he was tasting her buttocks, Xiaoying's hands were clenched so tightly that the veins on her hands were visible, but she still kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, showing no sign of refusing her father's advances. After licking Xiaoying's buttocks for a while, the father began kissing them with his mouth, making soft, smacking sounds, occasionally licking them a few times. At the same time, his hands caressed Xiaoying's buttocks. He kissed and touched her buttocks, the pleasure reaching its peak.

After licking and caressing for a while, he stopped and turned his gaze to the area between Xiaoying's legs. Because Xiaoying was lying on her side with her knees bent, her vulva was clearly visible through her underwear, her labia prominently outlined like two small peaks, and a few fine, curly pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of her underwear. Looking at Xiaoying's labia under her underwear, the father's eyes seemed to see the most beautiful thing in the world.

After admiring it for a while, he suddenly moved closer to Xiaoying's labia and began to sniff her vulva. His penis was already at its maximum erection, trembling with each sniff. After sniffing for a while, the father stuck out his tongue and began licking Xiaoying's labia through her panties, while his hands returned to caressing her buttocks. At this moment, Xiaoying's labia were suddenly attacked by her father-in-law; the stimulation of her genitals caused her head to jerk upwards, her face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure. Fortunately, Xiaoying's movements were subtle, and her father, engrossed in tasting her labia, didn't notice.

He continued licking Xiaoying's labia, and I noticed liquid starting to seep from his egg-sized glans. I knew this was the viscous fluid from a man's penis, used for lubrication during penetration. I knew that her penis was now ready for penetration.

Xiaoying was lying on the edge of the bed, so her father didn't need to get on the bed to fully touch her body. His tasting continued, and slowly, Xiaoying's panties became wet around her labia. Her lace panties, already made of lace, became transparent with the liquid. Her dark pubic hair and pink labia were fully revealed. Perhaps because Xiaoying and I haven't made love very often, Xiaoying's labia were still pink, like a young girl's.

Her panties were damp, the liquid on them a mixture of her father's saliva and vaginal discharge, perhaps both. I was certain Xiaoying was nearing the peak of her desire. After stroking and caressing her for a while, her father slowly straightened up. He looked at Xiaoying's face; her eyes were tightly closed. Because of his age, her eyesight wasn't very good, and sometimes she needed reading glasses to see things clearly. So, in the moonlight, I could see Xiaoying's expression, but her father might not.

Her gaze moved down from Xiaoying's face, settling on her full, firm breasts. Because Xiaoying was lying on her side, her snow-white breasts were visible from her shoulders and armpits, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white, pert buttocks. Her gaze continued down to Xiaoying's slender waist, without an ounce of fat, and then down to her exposed snow-white, pert buttocks. At that moment, in her father's eyes, Xiaoying was a work of art, pleasing to the eye.

I think my father must have known that Xiaoying wasn't asleep, because she hadn't drunk much, not enough to be completely unconscious. Thinking this, he understood that Xiaoying was pretending to be asleep, which he saw as tacit approval and indulgence. His glans was still oozing clear fluid, his penis conveying the message to him to have intercourse with a woman as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, he stood by the bed and slowly brought his glans closer to Xiaoying's labia. Because my bed was high, he only needed to slightly bend his legs to reach Xiaoying's vagina. His vagina drew closer and closer to Xiaoying's vaginal opening, and my entire being was pushed to its limit. "Don't go in! Don't go in!" I reached out and touched the computer screen, trying to stop it all, but I knew it was futile. Although I had been hoping for it to happen, when it actually occurred, I found myself unable to remain calm as I had imagined.

When his glans touched Xiaoying's vaginal opening, she seemed to sense it; her face began to contort slightly, and she struggled. The father's glans and Xiaoying's vaginal opening touched through her underwear. If he simply pulled back the two-centimeter-wide band of her underwear, he could penetrate her and complete their union.

The father slowly placed his hand on the band of Xiaoying's underwear, hooking it and preparing to gently pull it aside. At the same time, his waist and legs were already bracing themselves, ready to thrust forward forcefully. But just as the father hooked the band and was about to pull it aside, Xiaoying, who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, quickly sat up, and pushed away the father's hand that was about to pull back the band, letting out a scream: "No!"

Chapter 025 Confession

I, engrossed in watching the video on the computer, was startled by Xiaoying's scream. The father in the video was also startled by Xiaoying's scream. Both the father in the video and I, sitting by the computer, were stunned.

In the video, Xiaoying's sudden awakening and scream startled her father, who froze, his penis still pressed tightly against her vaginal opening through her underwear. Sitting up, Xiaoying looked panicked, her eyes fixed on her father as she breathed heavily, her body trembling slightly, whether from tension or fear. Her father, equally bewildered, stared at her, embarrassed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Everything in the scene seemed to freeze, save for Xiaoying's deep breathing and the father's beads of sweat; time seemed to stand still for a long time.

"Why?" Xiaoying suddenly lowered her head and asked her father weakly.

"I'm sorry," the father, pulled back to reality by Xiaoying's question, hesitated for a long time before finally uttering these three short words.

"Actually, I..." he closed his eyes, seemingly unable to finish his sentence. A long silence followed. The father remained standing with his penis erect, while Xiaoying, having sat up, was no longer in contact with his glans.

Xiaoying looked up at her father, seemingly waiting for him to continue. The fear in her eyes gradually faded, leaving only desire and questions. Perhaps, like me, she didn't understand why her father had suddenly become so proactive and bold.

"Actually, I... I wasn't... asleep that night. I felt... everything that happened." Her father suddenly stammered out a sentence, but just that one sentence left Xiaoying stunned.

"Dad, what do you mean? I... don't understand." Xiaoying seemed unsure if her father was referring to the night he entered her room, so she wanted to continue explaining. The events had happened too suddenly, and she didn't seem to know how to react.

"The night you entered my room and masturbated, I woke up in the middle of it, and I saw everything." Her father seemed to have recovered from his embarrassment, and he spoke his true feelings smoothly, while firmly raising his head and looking intently at Xiaoying.

Her fears had been suddenly confirmed, and Xiaoying's face flushed red, even her fair neck turned red.

"I...I...I..." Xiaoying suddenly stammered, unsure how to answer her father's words, at a loss for words.

"Xiaoying, it's all my fault, I just hope you won't blame me. Actually, I've thought about it for a long time. I don't deny it, I like you very much, at least I'm infatuated with your body. I don't know when it started, but every smile and frown of yours can captivate my heart. I love seeing you laugh, but I know I shouldn't have these thoughts, it's taboo, it's unforgivable. I've always kept these feelings deep in my heart, afraid to show them. I originally planned to keep these feelings hidden forever, and if one day I really couldn't bear it anymore, I would leave this family. I can't destroy this harmonious and happy family because of my own selfish desires." Seeing Xiaoying's panicked appearance, it seemed that because everything about him had been discovered, the father began to pour out his heart. The father was a simple and honest man, and his words were always the truth. Seeing Xiaoying listening quietly with wide eyes, the father let go of his inner turmoil and continued his story.

“Actually, the soundproofing in our room isn’t very good. Because of my age, I’m a light sleeper, and even the slightest noise wakes me up. Before Jincheng got sick, I could hear you two having sex every night clearly. Although I shouldn’t have, I’m a man with normal sexual desires. When you two made love, I would unconsciously masturbate. After your mother-in-law passed away, this was the only way I could satisfy my sexual desires.” Hearing this, Xiaoying’s wide eyes gradually narrowed, and a hint of gentleness appeared in her gaze. She was slowly accepting and understanding her father’s words. Seeing Xiaoying’s softening gaze, her father sighed and continued his story.

"But ever since Jincheng got sick, I've noticed that you two have almost never had sex, and this has continued for a long time. I specifically consulted some doctors about this, and they said that Jincheng's illness severely damaged his sexual function, so… that's when I realized that you two could no longer have a normal sex life. But even with all that, I didn't have any other thoughts; I could only silently watch over you, carefully taking care of the children and maintaining this family. But since that night when you were drunk, and you… I realized that your desires had nowhere to go, and you even took them out on me. At that moment, I didn't feel excitement; my first feeling was worry and fear. I know that a woman's libido gradually increases around thirty, but Jincheng can't…" I'm afraid that if I satisfy your desires, you might not be able to bear the torment of them and... cheat on me. I'm sorry, I don't dare to doubt or slander you like that. But such things happen countless times in reality, and I can't help but worry. If you cheat on me and Jincheng finds out, our family will really be ruined, and that's what I worry about most. In my heart, I only hope that you, Jincheng, and Haohao can be happy, and that everything in our family can be harmonious and fulfilling. I love this family, I love Jincheng, I love Haohao, I love you, and I love everything in this family. "The father was still speaking silently. Listening to her father-in-law's heartfelt words, Xiaoying, who was sitting blankly on the bed, gradually had tears welling up in her eyes. She also felt how sincere her father was when he said these words.

"Ever since you came into my room that night, I've thought about these things every day. Undeniably, I feel satisfied and crave it again, but I can't take that sinful step. But thinking about you two keeps me up at night with worry. I think if I can satisfy your sexual desires and give you everything you crave, you won't go out and find someone else, and you won't do anything to plunge this family into crisis. Although what we did... is taboo, we're not related by blood. If you did it with someone else, they might leak it out, but if I satisfy you, I won't say a word. I'd rather die than take these secrets with me." In the coffin, so I think this is the safest and most realistic way to solve the problem. Although this method is a bit self-deceptive, I don't deny that when considering the two of you and this family, I also considered my own selfish desires. I want to be with you so much... Xiaoying, I hope you can believe what I'm saying. You must resist temptation and not be with other men... Sigh, perhaps my worries are too much. "Father raised his head, and only then did I realize that, without realizing it, his father was already in tears. Although what he did tonight was indeed a bit excessive, he had thought it through carefully. His other intention was nothing more than for Xiaoying and me and this warm and harmonious family. Speaking from the bottom of his heart, and thinking about everything he had done tonight, he gradually came to his senses and began to feel deep guilt and remorse.

Xiaoying also gradually shed tears. She looked at her father with teary eyes, but she didn't say a word. Both of their hearts were trembling intensely, and the scene fell still again, for a long time.

“I’m sorry, Xiaoying. I don’t expect you to forgive me, your father-in-law. I only hope you can forgive everything I did tonight. Let’s pretend nothing happened. In my heart, you’re still my good daughter-in-law and good daughter. And I’m still your father-in-law and father. At least don’t let Jincheng know. If you really don’t want to see me anymore, I’ll go back to the countryside or I’ll find a night watchman job with room and board.” The father wiped away his tears with both hands. His penis had completely gone limp at some point. Xiaoying was still looking at her father with tears streaming down her face. No one knew what she was thinking. The whole process was the father pouring out his heart, and Xiaoying was listening silently. Everything seemed so quiet and harmonious… “Sleep. Forget everything when you wake up.” After saying this, the father suddenly forced a smile. He silently turned around, and his back looked much older in an instant. The father started to walk towards the bedroom door, but after only two steps, he found himself unable to move. Xiaoying, sitting on the bed, suddenly grabbed his hand…

Chapter 26: Enchanting Moments.

The father's departing body was gently pulled back by Xiaoying, causing him to stop, his body stiffening. Silence fell again. The two remained in this position for a long time. After a while, the father slowly turned to look at Xiaoying, his eyes filled with confusion. At that moment, Xiaoying gripped her father's hand tightly, her eyes misty with tears, appearing pitiful and moving, like a heartbroken beauty. Seeing Xiaoying like this, the father was stunned.

Xiaoying gently pulled his hand, slowly drawing the father, who was still confused, back to the bedside. The father, his penis now limp, stood dumbfounded by the bed, seemingly waiting for Xiaoying to answer his questions. After her father walked to her side, Xiaoying took his hand and lowered her head. Perhaps it was just her instinctive reaction, but afterwards she didn't know how to organize her words to communicate with her father. After a long silence, Xiaoying raised her head again and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her other hand.

"Dad, although what happened today was a bit... I still want to thank you. Thank you for worrying so much about me and Jincheng. Your hard work and sacrifices are appreciated by Jincheng and me. You're right, Jincheng is indeed impotent, and I need it too, but I've never thought of cheating or finding another man. That night was really an accident. I... Dad, you've sacrificed so much for Jincheng, for me, and for this family. We've never repaid you for anything. I can do things for you... but I want to preserve Jincheng's purity. Besides penetration, I can use other methods to satisfy your desires in your later years. Please don't masturbate anymore; it's bad for your health. If you really need it, I can help you when Jincheng isn't around." As she finished speaking, Xiaoying's moans gradually subsided, her ears turned red, and she lowered her head shyly.

"I hope you won't overthink it, Dad, and won't think I'm a promiscuous woman." Xiaoying lowered her head even further, gently twisting the hem of her skirt with her other hand. Her shy demeanor was simply breathtaking.

Hearing Xiaoying's words, her father's face showed disbelief, a hint of longing and struggle, and a touch of surprise. After thinking for a while, he sighed deeply, seemingly unable to overcome his inner turmoil even in his current state of mind.

"Xiaoying, I..." The father was about to refuse Xiaoying's kindness when Xiaoying covered his mouth with her other hand. Her slender fingers were pressed together and gently covered his lips. With his mouth blocked, the father could only blink and look at Xiaoying. Xiaoying slowly lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and then raised it again. Under the father's gaze, she reached for his limp penis. When her hand touched it, the father's body trembled violently, his waist instinctively pulling back, trying to pull his penis out of Xiaoying's hand. But he stopped as soon as he made the movement, seemingly unwilling to give up this rare opportunity given to him by Xiaoying. After

grasping the father's penis, Xiaoying began to gently stroke it, her movements so tender. The father stood by the bed, his penis being stroked by Xiaoying. They seemed to be both awake, but he was still a little embarrassed; no matter how much she stroked it, his penis wouldn't get hard. His hands hung limply at his sides, unsure where to put them. His conflicted expression made me want to laugh. Because Xiaoying was bent over while masturbating her father, her neckline was wide open, exposing her white breasts and deep cleavage to him. Suddenly, her father's embarrassment vanished, and he began to stare lustfully at Xiaoying's exposed breasts. Xiaoying, who was masturbating her father, noticed his gaze and realized she was exposed, but aside from blushing slightly, she made no other move, allowing her father to admire her full, firm 34D breasts through her neckline.

Slowly, her father's penis became erect in Xiaoying's hand, reaching a length of 20 centimeters. Seeing her father's thick penis again, the lust in Xiaoying's eyes was reignited. Her gaze towards his penis revealed increasingly intense desire, and her hand holding his penis began to tremble with her body. Their passion gradually escalated, seemingly reaching an uncontrollable level. Her father's glans began to secrete clear fluid again, wetting Xiaoying's hand, and the pungent scent of male hormones made her eyes gradually become hazy.

After masturbating for a while, her father was far from ejaculating, and Xiaoying was far from satisfied. Slowly, Xiaoying stopped masturbating and released her grip on her father's penis. After considering for a moment, looking at her father's already erect penis, she gritted her teeth, slowly turned over, and lay back down on the bed. Her father was a little puzzled by Xiaoying's actions, but since it was Xiaoying who had taken the initiative, he quietly waited for her next move. After

lying on her side, Xiaoying turned her face back towards the bed, returning to the position her father had been in when he entered the bedroom. Next, Xiaoying pulled her nightgown up again, slowly pulling it down to her waist. The only difference was that this time, Xiaoying pulled the nightgown up herself. Slowly, Xiaoying's white, snow-white buttocks and pink lace panties were revealed again. Seeing this, the lust in her father's eyes slowly intensified. After pulling her nightgown down to her waist, Xiaoying reached her hand into her panties from the front. Judging from her hand's movements inside, she was digging at her vaginal opening. I initially thought Xiaoying was masturbating while leaving her father aside, but after digging for a while, she took her hand out of her panties again. I saw that her hand was now covered in vaginal fluid, which, under the moonlight, shone with the same glistening sheen as her father's glans.

After taking her hand out of her panties, Xiaoying slowly moved her fluid-covered hand down her long legs, finally reaching her inner thighs. There, she began smearing the fluid onto the inside of her thighs. After spreading it evenly, Xiaoying again reached into her panties to dig at her vagina, then smeared the fluid she had dug out onto her inner thighs. After repeating this several times, her long, beautiful legs were covered in vaginal fluid.

After Xiaoying finished applying the semen, she turned to look at her father, and then, under his puzzled gaze, reached for his penis again. Grasping it, Xiaoying lay on her side, spreading her legs, and slowly placed her father's penis between her thighs, where it was covered in semen. Then, she slowly closed her legs, gently trapping her father's thick, long penis between them.

When Xiaoying's thighs clamped her father's penis, his body shuddered violently, and a look of surprise and understanding appeared on his face. I believe that her father understood Xiaoying's meaning at this moment. After calming his inner tension and excitement, he began to thrust between Xiaoying's legs. Slowly, the fluid secreted by her father's glans was also smeared between Xiaoying's legs, mixing with the semen she had just applied with her hand.

With the lubrication of vaginal fluid and the softness and sensuality of Xiaoying's legs, the father's penis experienced unparalleled stimulation and pleasure. While it couldn't compare to vaginal penetration, it was far more stimulating than masturbation. The father began thrusting instinctively, his hands kneading Xiaoying's snowy buttocks. Xiaoying's two white buttocks changed shape in his hands. If one didn't know the situation beforehand, anyone watching them would think they were having vaginal intercourse, when in reality Xiaoying was simply performing lewd acts on her father.

The father's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he began to breathe heavily. As his penis thrust in and out at the base of Xiaoying's thighs, the shaft rubbed against her vaginal opening through her underwear, stimulating her. Slowly, Xiaoying's desire erupted, and her breathing became increasingly rapid with her father's movements. At this moment, the sound of their deep breathing filled the recording. The father's thrusting hips repeatedly slammed against Xiaoying's snow-white buttocks, producing a series of pleasant, crisp "slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding.

As he thrust, his lust grew stronger. After a while, his hands, which had been resting on Xiaoying's buttocks, slowly rose and reached towards her breasts, their target the 34D breasts that swayed with her movements...

Chapter 027 Sublimation.

Xiaoying, her eyes half-closed, stared at the sheets, quietly enjoying the pleasure brought by her father's penis rubbing against her. Her father's hands continued to tentatively reach forward, while his hips continued thrusting. Perhaps it was the shadow cast by his hands reaching for Xiaoying's breasts in the moonlight, but Xiaoying saw a pair of dark shadows approaching her on the sheets.

Xiaoying's eyes widened instantly, and she turned around, immediately seeing the "dark hands" reaching for her breasts. Xiaoying paused, and just as her father's hand was about to grasp her breast, she suddenly grabbed it. Her father's lustful hands were abruptly stopped, and his dazed eyes cleared instantly. He looked at Xiaoying with a puzzled expression, and his thrusting stopped.

Father and Xiaoying stared at each other, their hands still clasped, and the scene fell silent once more. After a dozen seconds, Xiaoying pouted slightly and gently shook her head at her father, her meaning clear: she didn't want him to touch her breast.

"Dad, please don't touch my upper body. I don't know why, but besides Jincheng and our son, I don't want anyone to touch my upper body. So… please let me feel less guilty, and let me retain some of my… dignity." Seeing her father's puzzled look, Xiaoying explained softly, her voice low but her tone firm. Hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in her father's eyes.

"However, regarding my lower body, you can do whatever you want except penetration…" Perhaps seeing the disappointment in her father's eyes, Xiaoying offered him another consolation.

Hearing Xiaoying's last words, the disappointment in her father's eyes lessened somewhat. He silently withdrew his hands and placed them back on Xiaoying's buttocks. Seeing her father withdraw his hands, Xiaoying breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned her head back towards the inside of the bed.

The father stood there, took a deep breath, and then, with a thrust of his hips, began to pump between Xiaoying's legs again, "slap slap slap." Perhaps Xiaoying's earlier refusal had slightly displeased him; this time, his thrusts were powerful and varied, seemingly venting his frustration and "revenge" for Xiaoying's refusal to let him touch her breasts. "Slap slap slap slap slap slap," the sounds of flesh colliding grew louder and crisper, sounding like someone being slapped. As the force and speed of his thrusts increased, the father's glans and shaft rubbed against Xiaoying's vaginal opening more and more intensely. Occasionally, his glans would lightly glide across the vaginal opening, giving Xiaoying unparalleled stimulation.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..." The intense stimulation from her father's thrusts finally made Xiaoying unable to hold back her moans. Her tightly bitten lower lip finally opened, emitting sounds of pleasure from someone other than her husband. The father's speed increased, his strength grew. Sweat beaded on both their faces, Xiaoying's bangs clinging tightly to her forehead.

"Ahhhhh..." Xiaoying's moans and the father's heavy breathing grew louder, the bed creaking and groaning from their vigorous movements. All the sounds formed a symphony of sex, making me, watching from my computer, feel a throbbing, aching erection. The

symphony continued, their speed increasing. As time passed, the father's movements reached a frenzied pace. Xiaoying's buttocks were faintly red from the violent impacts of his hips. A few minutes later, the father suddenly stopped, calming down—the calm before the storm. Finally, the father grabbed Xiaoying's buttocks, squeezing her white flesh tightly, his white-haired head held high, mouth and eyes wide open, yet no sound emanated. The father's expression was different from before; it now appeared somewhat ferocious, as if he had reached the peak of his physical sensations. At this moment, the testicles beneath his penis began to contract violently and rapidly, as if desperately trying to expel what was inside. I knew that the father had ejaculated, shooting his thick semen unreservedly between Xiaoying's legs… "Ah…" At the same time, due to the warm stimulation from the thick semen, Xiaoying threw her head back, violently tossing her long hair, and opened her two sexy red lips, letting out a moan of orgasm. The father and Xiaoying's bodies trembled, the frequency of which seemed to depend on the frequency of the father's ejaculation. I saw the father's semen slowly gushing out from the front of Xiaoying's legs, covering her legs, and at the same time, Xiaoying's underwear, including the vaginal opening, was covered with thick semen. Although the underwear was in the way, I believed that Xiaoying's labia must have been more or less covered and baptized by the father's semen.

The semen flowed more and more, slowly sliding down Xiaoying's thighs and onto our emerald green sheets. I felt as if I were wearing a hat, the same color as the sheets… The two of us remained still for a long time, only the quietly flowing semen signifying the passage of time. Finally, after ejaculating, the father gently stroked Xiaoying's buttocks a few times with lingering affection before slowly pulling back, withdrawing his semi-erect penis from between Xiaoying's legs. Lubricated by the semen and Xiaoying's vaginal fluid, his penis glistened in the moonlight, like a sharp dagger. After being pulled out, it swayed back and forth between his legs, the reflections flashing in my eyes from the computer screen.

After her orgasm, Xiaoying calmed her trembling body and slowly pulled a few tissues from the bedside table. Those tissues were originally meant for Xiaoying and me to wipe ourselves after sex; I never imagined my father would need them one day. Xiaoying pulled out some tissues and placed some on her genitals, as if trying to stop the semen still trickling between her legs. She then held the tissues out to her father, looking like a wife serving her husband.

Her father took the tissues blankly, but instead of wiping his penis, he stood there, deeply remorseful and unsure what to do.

"Dad, we... don't think too much about it. We didn't really have sex, so don't feel too guilty. Just think of it as your daughter-in-law helping you satisfy your sexual desires. As long as Jincheng doesn't know, what we're doing... is still a good thing for the family, isn't it? So... go back and wipe yourself and go to sleep, it's late." Seeing her father's guilty and helpless expression, Xiaoying suddenly came up with a lame excuse to distract him. At this moment, Xiaoying's face showed satisfaction, but also guilt, just like her father's. Although she was comforting him, she was also comforting herself.

"Thank you, Xiaoying, you are a good woman... I think we should both be quiet for a while." Her father murmured, but at the end, he seemed unable to find the right words, and didn't understand his own feelings. Finally, he sighed and slowly turned away.

Clutching the tissue Xiaoying had given him, he slowly walked out of the room. Meanwhile, Xiaoying, covering her lower body with the tissue, sat on the bed, watching her father's departing figure. Hearing his footsteps, she looked down at her lower body, then at the sheets already stained with semen. A bitter smile appeared on her face, and tears welled up in her eyes. With a sigh, Xiaoying wiped away the tears with her other hand, slowly got out of bed, covered her lower body with the tissue, opened the door, and took small, hesitant steps towards the bathroom...

Chapter 028 Cooking.

After watching this part, I stopped the video. I lit a cigarette, trying to calm myself down. My father and Xiaoying hadn't actually had sex; it was more like leg-to-leg contact. Knowing the truth, I felt a mix of disappointment and relief, and I was also touched that Xiaoying had remained chaste for me at the last moment. Regardless, last night Xiaoying and my father had made a significant breakthrough; they both knew about their desires for each other. My plan had unintentionally taken a big step forward, and was developing in a positive direction.

It could satisfy Xiaoying's sexual desires, preventing her from cheating on me; and it could also satisfy my father's sexual desires, ensuring his happiness in his later years after losing his lover. As Xiaoying said, as long as they kept it from me, everything they did was beneficial for the family, at least more beneficial than harmful. I didn't feel any resentment towards Xiaoying and my father for keeping it from me; perhaps Xiaoying's concealment was also a "white lie"?

After finishing my cigarette, I continued watching the video. After showering, Xiaoying returned to the bedroom and stared blankly at the bedsheets stained with semen, a scene of passionate intimacy. After a while, she found a brand new sheet in the closet and slowly changed the one soaked with their fluids. Xiaoying's movements were slow, her fingers trembling slightly. During the process, I noticed some drops of fluid dripping from her face, which was partially obscured by her hair. After the climax, her clear mind made Xiaoying realize that she had been controlled by desire and had done something wrong to me, even though she had ultimately preserved her innocence. But the guilt and self-reproach she

felt made her cry silently. Tears continued to drip onto the old sheet; what should have taken only a few minutes to change took Xiaoying a full ten minutes. After changing the sheet, Xiaoying pulled out tissues and sat on the edge of the bed, crying uncontrollably. Her shoulders trembled slightly with each sob. Watching Xiaoying's heartbreak in the video, my heart also ached. Was what I did right or wrong? I stroked the screen, trying to wipe away Xiaoying's tears, but it was all in vain.

After crying for a while, Xiaoying's red and swollen eyes looked at our wedding photo on the bedside table. She slowly stood up, one hand holding a tissue to her mouth as she sobbed, the other lovingly stroking my image in the photo. Her eyes were filled with guilt, self-reproach, deep affection, and love. Seeing this, I began to worry. Would Xiaoying be unable to overcome her grief and do something drastic? If something truly unfortunate happened to Xiaoying, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Xiaoying was still crying, stroking my photo, but I, in the picture, couldn't wipe away her tears. Perhaps exhausted from crying, Xiaoying slowly lay down on the new sheets, turning to face the inside of the bed, stroking the other side where I used to sleep at home. Xiaoying quietly touched the spot where I used to lie, a happy smile on her tear-stained face. I knew she must be missing me terribly. Lost in her deep love and longing for me, Xiaoying slowly fell asleep, tears still on her face. Even in her sleep, she sobbed softly. Seeing Xiaoying like this, my heart suddenly ached, and I desperately wanted to get up and go home to comfort my heartbroken wife. In the

bedroom, my father tossed and turned in bed, his eyes tightly closed, occasionally letting out heavy sighs. Sometimes he would sit up, bury his face in his knees, and tearfully pull at his white hair, his expression filled with pain. This night was far from peaceful… I stopped the video recording at the moment Xiaoying woke up in the morning. After getting up, Xiaoying was still feeling down. She went through her usual routine of washing up and putting on makeup. After finishing, she picked up her phone, seemingly searching for something. But after finding what she was looking for, she hesitated, biting her lower lip and staring blankly at the screen. Her finger hovered over the green call button, but she didn't press it. I knew she was going to call me, but she hesitated. After a long pause, Xiaoying put down her phone, covering her face with her hands. It was clear she hadn't recovered from last night's pain. Finally, Xiaoying took a deep breath, put her phone in her bag, and left the bedroom. As she put on her shoes at the door, her gaze drifted towards her father's bedroom. Her gaze held a mixture of avoidance, inner turmoil, struggle, and confusion, perhaps even a hint of infatuation—a complex look, one that was forever unfathomable. Finally, Xiaoying went to work.

As usual, the father, who greeted Xiaoying and looked after his grandson every morning, didn't leave his bedroom this morning. He had brought Hao Hao into the bedroom sometime during the day. Perhaps he couldn't face Xiaoying, his daughter-in-law. The father wasn't asleep in the bedroom; he was holding Hao Hao, his eyes fixed on the door. His gaze was filled with self-reproach, longing, avoidance, and urgency, as if he wanted to see Xiaoying through the door. Hearing Xiaoying leave, the father sighed in relief, slowly got up, and walked out of the bedroom, his back swaying even more unsteadily.

When it was time for Xiaoying to come home from work in the evening, she would normally be home by 5 pm. I stopped the clock at 5 pm, but Xiaoying still hadn't returned. I wondered if she had gone somewhere else. Meanwhile, in the living room, the father, anxious and afraid to face her, kept glancing at the clock on the wall, seemingly wondering why Xiaoying hadn't returned yet. Time passed slowly, and when the clock struck 5:40, the door finally clicked open. Sitting at the computer, and in the video, my father sitting in the living room, both turned their gazes toward the door that was about to open. Suddenly, my father's body trembled slightly, showing great tension.

The door opened, and Xiaoying, wearing a bright green dress, slowly walked in. Upon seeing her, my father abruptly turned his head away, pretending to look at his grandson and gently patting him, though his trembling shoulders and hands betrayed his nervousness. After entering, Xiaoying lowered her head to take off her high-heeled sandals, without ever looking up at my father. At that moment, neither of them seemed to know how to face each other. After removing her sandals, Xiaoying placed her bag on the shoe cabinet, glanced briefly at my father out of the corner of her eye, and hurriedly headed back to her bedroom. Perhaps she was particularly afraid of being alone with my father in the living room. I believe that at that moment, my father was also closely watching Xiaoying's every move.

Usually, Xiaoying would greet my father upon entering, and he would pick up Hao Hao to greet her, but today, they were unusually calm, as if neither dared to speak the first word to the other.

As Xiaoying reached the bedroom door, she suddenly stopped. She placed her hand on the doorknob and took a few shallow breaths.

"Dad, after Hao Hao falls asleep, make me some noodles with soybean paste. I'm so tired today, I won't cook. It's been so long since I've had your noodles with soybean paste," Xiaoying said softly to her father after calming herself. Her words were calm, just like always. However, as she spoke, Xiaoying's face remained turned towards the door, not looking at her father. After saying this, Xiaoying went into the room, her speed almost like she was running away.

Hearing Xiaoying speak, her father quickly turned to look at her. After hearing her words, he stared at the closed bedroom door after she had gone in, stunned for a moment, then revealed a relieved smile—a smile filled with relief, relaxation, happiness, and comfort. He quickly put Hao Hao in the crib and ran to the kitchen to make Xiaoying's favorite noodles with soybean paste. Father knew that Xiaoying's words meant she didn't dislike him, her father-in-law, because of what happened last night. She still treated him the same as before. Those simple words represented a hint of "reconciliation" and affirmation. At this moment, Father felt happiness.

In the bedroom, Xiaoying leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, her face slightly flushed, revealing her nervousness. She had just broken the silence and taken the initiative to speak to Father; it had taken a great deal of courage. Now, hearing the sounds of Father busily cooking in the kitchen, a hint of relaxation appeared on her face, along with a sweet happiness...

Chapter 029 Origin

After calming her tense heart, Xiaoying, leaning against the wall, inadvertently saw the wedding photo on the bedside table again. Xiaoying quietly looked at our wedding photo, so engrossed, that gradually her eyes welled up with tears. She slowly walked to the wedding photo and gently stroked it with her hand. Perhaps it was the sight of something that brought back memories, but Xiaoying picked up her phone, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and slowly dialed my number. That led to that unusual call.

Seeing this, I finally understood the source of Xiaoying's strange tone and crying when she called me tonight. I believe that whenever she thinks of me, her guilt is rekindled, especially when she sees my picture and hears my voice.

"Xiaoying, dinner's ready." Just as Xiaoying was talking to me, my father suddenly pushed open the door and entered. Seeing her father come in, Xiaoying panicked and quickly hung up the phone. When I was talking to Xiaoying, I was wondering why she suddenly hung up after I kissed her on the phone and wanted to say something more. It turns out her father interrupted her. Perhaps because I blew her a kiss through the phone, I didn't hear the door opening and my father's voice on the other end. Thinking about this, the whole truth became clear.

After hurriedly hanging up the phone, Xiaoying turned around, gently wiping away her tears, and then walked out of the bedroom with her father. In the living room, Xiaoying and her father quietly ate their noodles, neither speaking, only the slurping sounds of their food filling the air. Her father occasionally glanced at Xiaoying, seemingly hesitant to speak.

"Xiaoying, I'm so sorry about last night. I was drunk and did something wrong. Don't take it to heart, just think of it as a dream. I won't do it again," her father said softly, putting down his chopsticks after a while.

"Dad, what's wrong? I'm not blaming you. Didn't we talk about it last night? Don't overthink it. Actually, Jincheng and I have neglected your feelings before. We didn't know your life would be so hard after Grandma passed away. I'm not blaming you. I can still help you if you need it," Xiaoying said, flustered by her father's words. After a moment of hesitation, she also put down her chopsticks and gently tried to comfort her father.

"I thought about it for a long time today. Before a terrible mistake is made, there's still time. And just now when I went to your bedroom to call you for dinner, I saw you crying. It really hurt me. I don't want you to get hurt, really." My father suddenly spoke with deep sadness, his expression filled with even more pain and guilt. Seeing Xiaoying cry had somehow brought him back to his senses. He thought of me, of our family, and decided to abandon what happened last night and go back to how things were before. Hearing this, I sat at my computer, suddenly tense. Please don't! That would mean going back to square one, all my efforts wasted.

"Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you as long as it feels good. If you need anything else in the future, just tell me, okay? Don't do that anymore, it's bad for your health." Hearing her father's heartfelt words, a hint of disappointment flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, but she also affirmed his decision. After all, she also felt guilty towards me. For the two of them now, it was a choice between two equally desirable but mutually exclusive options; they had to choose the latter.

Oh no, things are starting to turn around! I have to strike while the iron is hot; I can't let things go back

to square one. I need to think of another way. After dinner, the two got up to clear the table. But while washing the dishes, Xiaoying and her father argued over who would do it, and in the process, their hands inadvertently touched. When their hands met, they both trembled simultaneously, looked at each other, and suddenly fell silent. After a while, as Xiaoying's face gradually flushed red, her father was the first to release her hand. He hesitated awkwardly for a moment, then clenched his hands tightly, seemingly still savoring the wonderful feel of Xiaoying's delicate hands.

"Okay, you go wash them. I'll go check on Hao Hao," her father said, turning and returning to the living room to watch TV and comfort Hao Hao. Xiaoying also recovered and hurriedly went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, Xiaoying didn't go back to her bedroom to go online as usual. Instead, she stayed in the living room, sitting next to her father and watching TV together. They occasionally discussed the plot, laughing and joking. The previous awkwardness had disappeared. However, neither of them noticed that their tone and language were different; there seemed to be a hint of ambiguity in their conversations. Occasionally, Xiaoying would playfully punch her father when he teased her. Last night's events had brought them closer, and these subtle changes were gradually taking place between them. Everything was different now.

Seeing this, I felt things hadn't gotten too bad; at least the gains were quite substantial. If I continued to nurture the situation, things might turn around. After all, things had already started, and there was no going back. Although Xiaoying and her father were both trying to avoid the incident, it had already happened and taken root in their hearts. No matter how much they tried to avoid it, they could never go back to the way things were. Pandora's box had been opened, and unexpected things often happen unexpectedly.

When it was time for bed, they said goodbye and went to their respective bedrooms. Their expressions were very natural as they spoke, but after parting, neither of them noticed a hint of lingering resentment in their eyes. Xiaoying went back to her bedroom first. After lying in bed for a while, Xiaoying seemed unable to sleep, so she got up and turned on her computer. This time, she didn't browse the websites, but instead opened the forum. After briefly looking around, Xiaoying began writing in her journal. Seeing this, I believed Xiaoying would pour out her heart about what happened last night and just now online. Xiaoying continued writing slowly, her expression showing guilt, confusion, self-blame, happiness, and satisfaction. Sitting in front of the computer, I checked the time; it was already past 11 pm. I smiled bitterly; I hadn't realized I'd been reading for so long. I turned off the video recording and turned on the home security camera. I saw that Xiaoying and her father were already in bed.

Although they were both lying in bed, they tossed and turned, seemingly not fully recovered from last night's events. Tonight would likely be another sleepless night for them.

The security camera continued to play, but the two remained quietly in bed. It seemed there wouldn't be any progress tonight, especially since they had already discussed it openly at the dinner table.

Sigh, I lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought. Although Xiaoying and her father had both felt desire for each other, my family and I were the biggest obstacles preventing them from taking that step. Although I was anxious and disappointed, wasn't this just human nature? If they really disregarded everything and had sex right now, I would inevitably be disappointed in Xiaoying and her father. Because from what I know them, they are rational and family-oriented people. The time wasn't right; things wouldn't become a fait accompli.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered the log Xiaoying had just written on the monitor. There must be some new discovery in it; perhaps I could find a breakthrough in Xiaoying's new log. After confirming again on the live monitor that Xiaoying had turned off her computer, I entered the forum and opened Xiaoying's account. Pink Lily—Xiaoying's nickname hadn't been changed. I didn't care about anything else; I went straight to Xiaoying's profile, found the log, and eagerly clicked on it…

Chapter 030 Contradiction

The night came quickly, still so quiet. How wonderful it would be if every night were like this.

But last night was unforgettable.

Although I had always tried to control my emotions, my physical needs had become irresistible. Especially facing my father-in-law every day, my needs and stimulation grew daily. Since that night, the pleasure my father-in-law gave me always made me think of and savor it. Although there was no actual penetration that night, the pleasure of the climax was something I couldn't forget.

Last night, I finally experienced that thrill and pleasure again, even more intense than last time—a blissful exhaustion.

My husband has to go on a business trip for a week. When he's home, just looking at his face every day helps alleviate my desires to some extent; at least his presence keeps me grounded. The thought of him leaving and me being alone with my father-in-law for a week fills me with both fear and longing.

After he left, I couldn't bear missing him and called him frequently. I worried he might be underdressed and catch a cold, that he might be drinking too much and harming his health, that he might not be taking his medication on time… His image was constantly in my mind, making it impossible for me to concentrate at work; my heart was filled with his image. Only when I returned home and saw my father-in-law did I temporarily sever my longing for him. But his absence, and being alone with him, began to stir within me again.

Last night, after dinner with my father-in-law, I returned to the bedroom. As I was about to lock the door, I suddenly remembered that my husband wasn't home; it was just the two of us adults at home. Driven by inner desire and a lingering memory of our last passionate encounter, I abandoned the idea of locking the door. My mind raced, wondering if my father-in-law would take advantage of my husband's absence and suddenly enter my bedroom to take advantage of me. My heart was filled with both anticipation and resistance; this complex and contradictory thought calmed me. In the end, I didn't lock the door, leaving it to fate, even though I knew the chances of him entering my room were practically zero.

After turning off the lights and getting into bed, I lay there unable to fall asleep. The feeling of masturbating in my father-in-law's bedroom kept replaying in my mind, making my genitals unbearably itchy. I secretly hoped my father-in-law would suddenly come to my room, my mind racing with wild fantasies. My physical desires were stimulated to their maximum in these fantasies. I started masturbating in my bedroom, but this time it was nothing compared to the time with my father-in-law.

Time ticked by. As I was enjoying my masturbation, I suddenly heard my father-in-law leave the bedroom. His footsteps grew closer to my door. Although I knew he was probably going to the bathroom, a sliver of hope lingered within me—a hope for a miracle. Slowly, his footsteps stopped at my door. Despite my anticipation, I hadn't expected him to actually come into my room. I was incredibly nervous and completely lost.

Just in case, I quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep, lying on my side with my legs bent—perhaps this position would give me some sense of security. I tried to calm myself. At this moment, my anticipation gradually faded, replaced by fear—the fear that my father-in-law would really come in.

After a while, just when I thought he was about to leave, I suddenly heard the door lock open. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes tightly, afraid to let my father-in-law notice anything amiss. What should I do? Should I get up and ask him to stop, or continue pretending to be asleep? My heart was filled with hesitation and struggle, and I was also filled with doubt. Had my father-in-law really drunk? Had he lost control after drinking? That would give him the audacity to enter my room. This made no sense; I couldn't understand it.

While I was pondering and hesitating, I felt my father-in-law lift my nightgown and stroke my buttocks with his aged hand. His wrinkled, calloused hand gave my buttocks a strong stimulation. But because of my nervousness, I didn't appreciate the stimulation; my mind was filled with tension, fear, and confusion. My mind was blank, and I was at a loss. Lost in thought, I didn't notice the passage of time.

Suddenly, something warm and moist pressed against my exposed buttocks. Could it be my father-in-law's glans? It was so warm, so moist; I realized it was his tongue. My father-in-law's tongue began to lick and explore my buttocks inch by inch, occasionally sucking and kissing them. While I was hesitating and contemplating, I was overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of his licking. I abandoned my thoughts and the idea of getting up to refuse him. The desire I hadn't fully satisfied with during masturbation was slowly rekindled by him.

I had never experienced this feeling before; even when my husband was healthy, he had never licked my buttocks. I didn't want anything else; I just wanted to fully experience his licking and caresses.

Time passed slowly, and as I was enjoying the pleasure, I suddenly felt his tongue leave, and the stimulation abruptly disappeared. Just as I was feeling a sense of lingering pleasure, my father-in-law suddenly began licking my genitals. The feeling was incomparable; my husband had never done this to me before. This was the first time I had ever experienced such stimulation. The intense pleasure of my father-in-law suddenly licking my genitals almost made me cry out. I tried desperately to control my body, to stop myself from trembling, to stop myself from moaning, and to keep him from noticing.

Slowly, my vagina began to secrete fluid, but it was immediately licked clean by my father-in-law. After licking for a while, his mouth and tongue left my genitals again, and the intense stimulation vanished instantly, leaving only a pleasant aftertaste. At this moment, I suddenly felt no pleasure, and my consciousness began to clear. What would my father-in-law do next? Would he pull down my panties and insert his penis? Should I let him?

While I was hesitating, I suddenly felt something round and thick pressing against my vaginal opening, as if it was about to break through. I knew it was my father-in-law's penis. Was he going to rub my genitals through my panties? If this indirect friction could bring pleasure to both of us, I could accept it, after all, it wasn't real sex, and I wasn't prepared or planning to have sex with a man other than my husband.

Tonight's events were beyond my expectations, and I was still in a daze. As I was still speculating about my father-in-law's intentions, I felt a hand hook around the bottom of my underwear, the back of which even touched my labia. I froze. What was he going to do? Was he really going to pull down my underwear and penetrate me? I must be wrong; my father-in-law wouldn't do that. I reassured myself, trying to stay calm and not give myself away. If I did, and my father-in-law found out, how would we get along at home?

Just as I was silently praying, the hand hooking around the bottom of my underwear suddenly tightened its grip. I instantly felt the force coming upwards; clearly, he was trying to pull my underwear down. The glans was still pressed tightly against my vaginal opening. Once the underwear was pulled down, he could enter without any resistance. The situation was urgent; I didn't have time to think. Before my underwear was completely pulled down, I didn't care about anything else. I reflexively sat up, forcefully pulling away the hand hooking my underwear, and involuntarily screamed, "No!"...

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