Country Girl

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I finished my tea, almost memorized the newspaper, and the ceiling fan above me whirred listlessly. I lit a cigarette, leaned back in my chair, and glanced out the window at the small shop across the street. It was a two-story building, square and poorly laid out. This room was specially provided for me when I started working at the township government, as the only college graduate in the area. I didn't know who the owner was; it was supposedly an illegal structure that the township government confiscated and had left vacant ever since. I originally only lived on the second floor, but seeing that the first floor was empty and right next to the road, I opened a small shop selling things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Since there was no rent, it was good to earn some pocket money.

I drifted along until after five o'clock, time to leave work. I walked out of my office and saw that all the other rooms were already empty. That's how it is in township offices; you can just say you have something to do and leave or not come at all. Working here is a complete waste of life.

As I stepped out of the office building, passersby greeted me: "Director Cao, off work already?" "Director Cao, come visit me sometime." "Director Cao..." I responded with a forced smile, "Mmm, mmm," unable to discern who was speaking.

After graduating from university, for some reason, I returned to my hometown. In these mountains, university graduates were a rarity, so I quickly started working at the township government, as the director of the office in charge of science and education. In everyone's eyes, this was quite remarkable: "A university graduate? That's like being a scholar!" said the lovely villagers.

I went straight to the small shop, where the young woman inside greeted me immediately. "How's it going today?" I asked.

"I sold over 140 yuan," she replied with a beaming smile. "Hmm, not bad. Go cook now." I went behind the counter, took out her little ledger, and slowly flipped through it. When the shop first opened, I could only operate it briefly after work and on my days off. Later, by chance, Niu came to work there, and I could operate it during the day. Business improved day by day, and there were even people doing laundry and cooking, which made me very happy. "After Niu leaves, I need to formally hire a helper," I thought to myself.

"A pack of cigarettes, please." I looked up and saw, "Oh, it's the Party Secretary! Come on, sit down." While offering cigarettes and tea, I turned and called out, "Niu, cook some more dishes, Grandpa Liu is here."

"No, no, I'll just grab a pack of cigarettes and leave." It was Liu Changyan, the Party Secretary of the township, my direct superior, who came in.

"How can that be? It's already lunchtime, and besides, I still have work to ask you about." I grabbed the Party Secretary to stop him from leaving, and he stood there. I quickly set up a table and chairs in the yard, opened a bag of peanuts, grabbed a bottle of wine, and invited the Party Secretary to sit down, pouring him a full glass of wine.

"You've certainly been to university and seen the world," the village secretary said, downing his drink in one gulp and chewing on peanuts. "Why didn't we think of opening a shop here before?"

"Hehe, you flatter me, Secretary. We used to have to go all the way to the market to buy things. I'm just making things more convenient for the villagers," I said with a careful, ingratiating smile.

"That's right, that's right. Now everyone can buy things without having to take a bus." In the blink of an eye, several cups of wine had been downed by the village secretary.

As we were chatting, Niu came out with the dishes. The Party Secretary stuffed a large mouthful of shredded pork with green peppers into his mouth, watched Niu's retreating figure, and said, "Is Niu obedient here? Is she hardworking?"

I poured the Party Secretary a drink while saying, "Hmm, she's fine, just a little timid. Why does her father beat her so badly?"

"Sigh, what a tragedy. Shengwa and his wife didn't have any children before, so they adopted her. At first, she was good to him, and he doted on her at home. Later, Shengwa's wife died, and he married his current wife, and they had a son. At first, he treated Niu okay, but then Shengwa started gambling, and the family gradually became poor. Niu dropped out of school to work at home. Her younger brother started school this year, which increased expenses, and he's become even harsher on Niu. Sigh, she's not his own after all." The Party Secretary smacked his lips, seemingly quite satisfied with the shredded pork with green peppers.

"Yes, I couldn't bear to watch that day, so I kept Niu here. He beats her like that, and nobody does anything about it?" I chimed in.

"Manage? It's only natural for adults to discipline children. What child doesn't get disciplined? Besides, Shengwa is known for being stubborn. Who would bother him?"

"Oh," I said thoughtfully, "Then let's wait a few days until Shengwa calms down before sending Niu back."

"What? Send her back? Is she disobedient? Is she not doing her job well?" The village secretary stopped eating and stared at me blankly.

"No, no." I quickly put a piece of food on the secretary's plate. "She's only fifteen. This is child labor, which is illegal."

"Nonsense! There are plenty of seven- or eight-year-olds in this village who herd cattle and carry firewood. Has anyone broken the law? Are you paying her too much? You can pay her less."

The secretary perked up and his speech became more vulgar. "Let her stay a few more days. Sending her back would be a disaster. She's helping you with the shop here, which is fine."

"Yes, yes," I said with a smile, thinking that I couldn't send her back. Wasn't this a hot potato? Although I wanted to find a helper, I still felt that Niu was a bit too young and not quite right. But since the village secretary said so, we could leave it at that for now and let her go back when her father came to find her. Thinking of this, I quickly changed the subject.

While we were talking, Niu finished cooking and sat timidly to the side, not eating much. I thought that was probably how she was at home, so I put a lot of food in her bowl and opened a cheap drink for her. I don't drink, but I could tell that Niu liked it.

After dinner, it was getting dark. The village secretary, with the cigarettes I had given him, walked away with a quick step. There's no such thing as nightlife in the countryside. I told Niu to close the door, and then I went upstairs to sleep, feeling dizzy.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a noise. I opened my eyes, feeling incredibly thirsty, so I got up and drank a large glass of water. Putting the glass down, I lay back down on the bed. I heard another soft noise, seemingly accompanied by a groan. Was Niu feeling unwell? I called out, but there was no answer. Terrified, I rushed over, pushed open Niu's door, and turned on the light. I saw Niu completely naked, curled up, clutching her stomach, looking like she was in pain.

I quickly went to the bedside, shook her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong, Niu? Does your stomach hurt?" Niu shook her head. I touched her forehead; it was sweaty, but her temperature wasn't high. I panicked and shook her vigorously: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."

"I need to pee," Niu's voice was barely audible. It turned out she had drunk too much of a beverage. I relaxed, went into the bedroom, grabbed a flashlight, and said, "Come on, I'll go with you." Then I turned my back to her and let her get dressed.

In the countryside, toilets are usually located behind houses, but our house was built on a small embankment with no extra space, so the toilet had to be built on the back hillside. It was pitch black, and even I was a little scared, let alone a young girl.

I stopped at the toilet door. The toilet was very rudimentary, just a large pit with two planks laid across it. Children often slipped and fell in, so I shone a flashlight on the planks.

The girl was probably in a hurry to hold it in. She stepped onto the planks, and before I could put the flashlight away, she pulled down her pants and squatted down…* Between her white thighs, a pink slit was slightly parted, and clear spring water gushed down from the middle, making a cheerful gurgling sound. The sound made my blood rush to my groin, and my little brother stood bravely erect, as if it wanted to break out of my pants to meet its destination. My heart pounded like a war drum urging me into battle, and my hands trembled, as if eagerly wanting to touch that smooth skin… My mouth was dry, I was panting heavily, my mind was blank, and my vision was flushed. A force was churning violently within me, urging me to either lunge forward or run back. However, there seemed to be an external force restraining me, preventing me from lunging forward or running back. I was frozen in place, numb...

"Uncle, I'm done." Niu's voice came, jolting me awake. I was startled by my own sensation. I let out a long sigh, slapped myself hard, and looked at Niu's surprised expression. "There were mosquitoes," I explained.

Back in my room, lying down, my little brother was still proudly erect. I sighed and helplessly stroked it up and down, sometimes thinking of my live-in girlfriend from college, sometimes of my favorite female celebrity. Suddenly, I remembered Niu's cunt peeing, and a surge of heat rose in my heart, a tingling itch ran down my groin, and my little brother jerked. After the blissful ecstasy

, the lonely night returned. From that day on, every time I came home and saw Niu, I had an inexplicable urge. Every night, I fantasized about Niu's body, her cunt always shimmering before my eyes. Several times, I even thought about peeping at Niu sleeping naked, but I felt it was shameless. The conflict between reason and desire tormented me to the extreme. "How can I have such strong feelings for a girl who is only twelve years old?" I would ask myself this every time I finished relieving myself and lay limply on the bed. Yet, every time I fell asleep, I desperately hoped for some sound from Niu's side, but everything remained the same, only the buzzing of mosquitoes and the rustling of the wind through the trees and grass.

Finally, one afternoon during lunch, I inexplicably opened a bottle of beverage and shakily placed it in front of my daughter…

From then on, I accompanied her to the toilet every night. At first, she seemed a little uncomfortable urinating under the flashlight, but after a few days she got used to it. Sometimes she would even smile slightly at me. Later, she would stand at the door and softly call out, “Uncle, I need to pee.” It seems that once a girl gets used to something, she won’t question its rationality. Primitive instincts made me have more wicked thoughts. From then on, I would often find things to do, praising her for doing well while patting her head, patting her shoulder, or finding fault with her, gently patting her bottom, pinching her face—in short, everything had to make her “get used to” it. Every time I made her “get used to” it, there was a strange, stimulating demonic

influence, a demonic influence. The Buddhist scripture *Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra* says: “Question: What is called a demon? Answer: One who steals wisdom and destroys the foundation of the path, the Dharma, merit, and goodness.” In other words, she could destroy a person's innate intelligence, morality, upbringing, and kindness, leaving nothing behind.

One day, after dinner, a sudden downpour started. I figured business would be slow, so I told Niu to tidy up while I went to the kitchen to shower. In the countryside, there are no bathrooms; people just sit in a large wooden tub in the kitchen to wash. After showering, they go upstairs.

The mountain downpours come and go quickly; the rain stopped as soon as I went upstairs. "I should have known better than to close the door," I cursed under my breath as I walked downstairs, wondering whether to open the door again. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard the sound of water in the kitchen. "Niu is taking a shower!" The thought stirred a restless feeling within me; I longed to rush into the kitchen and embrace the body I had imagined countless times. I composed myself, took a deep breath, went upstairs, grabbed my water cup, and deliberately walked heavily to the kitchen door, reaching out to open it. The girl probably hadn't expected me to come in, and let out a surprised "uh." I pretended the room was empty, went straight to the water bottle, poured myself a glass of water, and then glanced back at the girl who was taking a bath. She sat blankly in the tub, staring at me. I didn't dare look any longer, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, so I quickly picked up my teacup and pretended to drink, trying to appear calm as I walked out. As I left, I said to her with my back to her, "Hurry up and take a bath, don't catch a cold." Back in the room, I couldn't wait to grab my penis and masturbate while closing my eyes. The image of the girl danced before my eyes: her little mouth kissing my penis, her tongue wandering over my body, her round, white buttocks, her smooth, delicate face, her pink and tender vulva, her clear, translucent vagina. I wanted to kiss her lips, I wanted to touch her buttocks, I wanted to penetrate her little hole, I wanted... I wanted... "Ah~" I screamed hysterically, and my semen burst out.

I lay there listlessly for a while, then got up, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the headboard. I thought to myself that watching her shower wasn't a good "habit." How could she always be in the shower just as I was about to pour water? If she got used to showering, what else could she get used to? Thinking about this

, I drifted off to sleep. The store was running low on stock. When I went to the market, I made a special trip to the county town to buy some better snacks and drinks. Back at the store, I told Niu, "These things cost a dozen yuan a box; they're for us to eat ourselves, don't sell them."

"A dozen yuan?" Niu stuck out her tongue. The best biscuits they sold were only three or four yuan a big bag, and those were mostly bought by the "richer" families in the village. Things costing a dozen yuan were probably only occasionally found in the homes of village officials. "I'll put them in your room so there won't be any mistakes," I said, carrying the things upstairs.

"No need, put it in the kitchen. Keep it safe so it doesn't attract mice."

"Okay," Niu replied, picking up the things and walking into the kitchen. Watching her back, I chuckled wickedly to myself.

When it was time for snacks, I would call Niu over, giving her a few at first, then feeding her directly. Sometimes, like teasing a child, I would take the snack away when she put her mouth close. Gradually, she seemed to enjoy this game; when I gave her food, she would practically stick her mouth out. These ordinary things were like delicacies in Niu's eyes. Whenever I gave her snacks, she was so happy and grateful. I would watch her eat, teasing her while my hands were busy, saying she ate like a little pig, and then touching her face; or pinching her bottom. Niu would chew while smiling and pretending to dodge. I knew I could take the next step.

That day, after showering, I went upstairs first, waiting quietly. Niu swept and tidied up, finally closing the door behind her. Hearing the door close, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly listened intently to the sounds downstairs. Niu went into the kitchen, and soon I heard her adding water to the wooden basin. A moment later, the sound of water started again.

My chance had come! I happily went downstairs, coughing lightly near the door to give her a heads-up, then pushed the door open. Niu was sitting in the large basin with her back to me. As I entered, she turned her head, our eyes met, and she quickly turned away again.

I stood in the doorway, glancing at her back: Niu was a little thin, probably hadn't eaten well at home, and whether she was full was a problem. Seeing this, suddenly I felt no wicked desire, but rather a pang of pity. I composed myself and said, "Niu, where did you put the cookies?"

"In the cupboard next to the cutting board," she answered softly. I walked to the cabinet, turned my back to her, and opened it. Pretending to be picking through the snacks, I crumpled the packaging bags, making a rustling sound. I knew this sound was very tempting to her; it would distract her and allow me to stay a few more minutes longer. During this time, I listened carefully; she seemed to have remained still in the bathtub for about two or three minutes. I figured that was enough, so I grabbed a random bag, tore it open, popped a piece into my mouth, and turned to leave. She stared at me without moving, her expression strange. I smiled at her, then waved the snacks in my hand: "Hurry up and come upstairs when you're done washing." Then I went out the door and upstairs.

From then on, I would go to the kitchen every few days while Niu was taking a bath, to get her water or something to eat. Niu seemed to have gotten "used" to it. I would get my things, and she would take her bath. Occasionally, she would say something to me. I finished my tea, and I almost memorized the newspaper. The ceiling fan above my head was spinning weakly. I lit a cigarette, leaned back in my chair, and glanced at the small shop across the window. It was a two-story building, square and not particularly well-designed. This house was specially given to me when I started working at the township government, to accommodate me, the only college graduate in the area. I didn't know who the owner was; it was supposedly an illegal building that the township government confiscated and had been vacant ever since. I originally only lived on the second floor, but seeing that the first floor was empty and next to the road, I opened a small shop selling things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Anyway, there was no rent, so it was good to earn some pocket money.

I drifted in and out of consciousness until after five o'clock. It was time to leave work. I walked out of my office and saw that all the other rooms were already empty. That's how it is in these township offices; you can just say you have something to do and leave or not come at all. Working here is a complete waste of life. As

I left the office building, passersby greeted me: "Director Cao, you're off work?" "Director Cao, come visit me sometime." "Director Cao..." I responded with a forced smile, "Yes, yes," not even knowing who was greeting me.

After graduating from university, I returned to my hometown for some reason. In these mountains, university graduates were a rarity, so I quickly got a job at the township government, as the office director in charge of science and education. Everyone thought I was quite accomplished: "A university graduate? That's like being a scholar!" the lovely villagers would say.

I went straight to the small shop, where the young woman inside greeted me immediately. "How's it going today?" I asked.

"I sold over 140 yuan," she replied, her face beaming. "Hmm, not bad. Go cook now." I went behind the counter, took out her little ledger, and slowly flipped through it. When the shop first opened, I could only operate it briefly after work and on my days off. Later, by chance, the young woman came to work for me, and I could operate it during the day. Business improved day by day, and there was even someone to do the laundry and cooking, which made me very happy. "After she leaves, I'll have to hire a proper helper," I thought to myself.

"Give me a pack of cigarettes." I looked up and exclaimed, "Oh, it's the Party Secretary! Come on, have a seat." As I offered him cigarettes and tea, I called out, "Hey girl, cook some more dishes, Grandpa Liu's here."

"No, no, I'll just grab a pack of cigarettes and leave." It was Liu Changyan, the Party Secretary, who had just entered, my direct superior.

"How can that be? It's already lunchtime, and besides, I have work to ask you about." I grabbed the Party Secretary, preventing him from leaving. He stood there, and I quickly set up a table and chairs in the courtyard, opened a bag of peanuts, grabbed a bottle of wine, and gestured for him to sit down, pouring him a full glass.

"You've certainly been to university and seen the world," the Party Secretary said, downing his drink in one gulp, chewing on peanuts. "Why didn't we think of opening a shop here before?"

"Hehe, you flatter me, Party Secretary. We used to have to go all the way to the market to buy things. I'm just making things more convenient for the villagers," I said with a forced smile.

"That's right, that's right, everyone can buy it now without having to take a car." In the blink of an eye, several glasses of wine were down the village secretary's stomach.

While we were chatting, Niu came out with the dishes. The village secretary picked up a big mouthful of green pepper and shredded pork and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at Niu's back, he said, "Is Niu obedient here? Is she hardworking?"

I poured wine for the village secretary and said, "Well, she's fine, just a little timid. Why does her father beat her so badly?"

"Alas, what a tragedy. Shengwa and his wife didn't have any children before, so they adopted her. At first, she was very good to him and he treated her well at home. Later, Shengwa's wife died, and he married his current wife and had a son. At first, he treated Niu okay, but then Shengwa started gambling, and the family gradually became poor. Niu dropped out of school to work at home. Her younger brother started school this year, which increased expenses, so he became even harsher on Niu. Alas, she's not his own after all." The village secretary smacked his lips, seemingly very satisfied with the green pepper and shredded pork.

“Yes, I couldn’t stand it that day, so I kept Niu here. He beat her like that, and nobody did anything about it?” I chimed in.

“Do something? Adults beating children is perfectly normal. What child doesn’t get beaten? Besides, Shengwa is known for being stubborn. Who would want to mess with him?”

“Oh,” I said thoughtfully, “then in a few days, when Shengwa’s temper has calmed down, we can send Niu back.”

“What? Send her back? Because she’s disobedient? Doesn’t she do things right?” The Party Secretary stopped eating and stared at me blankly.

“No, no.” I quickly put a piece of food on the Party Secretary’s plate. “She’s only fifteen. This is child labor, which is illegal.”

“Nonsense! There are plenty of seven- or eight-year-olds in this village who help herd cattle and carry firewood. Who’s broken the law? Are you paying her too much? You can pay her less.”

The Party Secretary perked up and his speech became more vulgar. “Let her stay a few more days if possible. Sending her back would be a hassle. She’s doing well here, helping you with the shop.”

“Yes, yes,” I replied with a smile, thinking to myself that I couldn’t send her back—wasn’t this a hot potato? Although I wanted to find a helper, I still felt that Niu was a bit too young and not quite right. But since the Party Secretary said so, I decided to leave it at that for now and let her go back when her father came looking for her. Thinking this, I quickly changed the subject.

While we were talking, Niu finished cooking and sat timidly beside me, not eating much. I guessed that’s probably how she was at home, so I put a lot of food in her bowl and opened a cheap drink for her. I don’t drink, but I could tell Niu liked it.

After dinner, it was getting dark. The Party Secretary, with the cigarettes I’d given him, walked away, a little too fast. There’s no such thing as nightlife in the countryside. I told Niu to close the door, and then, feeling dizzy, I went upstairs to sleep.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a noise. I opened my eyes, feeling incredibly thirsty, so I got up and drank a large glass of water. Putting the glass down, I lay back down on the bed. I heard another soft noise, seemingly accompanied by a groan. Was Niu feeling unwell? I called out, but there was no answer. Terrified, I rushed over, pushed open Niu's door, and turned on the light. I saw Niu completely naked, curled up, clutching her stomach, looking like she was in pain.

I quickly went to the bedside, shook her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong, Niu? Does your stomach hurt?" Niu shook her head. I touched her forehead; it was sweaty, but her temperature wasn't high. I panicked and shook her vigorously: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."

"I need to pee," Niu's voice was barely audible. It turned out she had drunk too much of a beverage. I relaxed, went into the bedroom, grabbed a flashlight, and said, "Come on, I'll go with you." Then I turned my back to her and let her get dressed.

In the countryside, toilets are usually located behind houses, but our house was built on a small embankment with no extra space, so the toilet had to be built on the back hillside. It was pitch black, and even I was a little scared, let alone a young girl.

I stopped at the toilet door. The toilet was very rudimentary, just a large pit with two planks laid across it. Children often slipped and fell in, so I shone a flashlight on the planks.

The girl was probably in a hurry to hold it in. She stepped onto the planks, and before I could put the flashlight away, she pulled down her pants and squatted down…* Between her white thighs, a pink slit was slightly parted, and clear spring water gushed down from the middle, making a cheerful gurgling sound. The sound made my blood rush to my groin, and my little brother stood bravely erect, as if it wanted to break out of my pants to meet its destination. My heart pounded like a war drum urging me into battle, and my hands trembled, as if eagerly wanting to touch that smooth skin… My mouth was dry, I was panting heavily, my mind was blank, and my vision was flushed. A force churned violently within me, urging me to either lunge forward or run back. But an external force seemed to hold me back, preventing me from doing either. I was frozen in place…

“Uncle, I’m done.” Niu’s voice rang out, jolting me awake. I was startled by my own experience. I let out a long sigh, slapped myself hard, and looked at Niu’s surprised expression. “There were mosquitoes,” I explained.

Back in my room, I lay down, my penis still erect. I sighed, helplessly stroking it, sometimes thinking of my college girlfriend, sometimes of my favorite actress. Suddenly, I remembered Niu’s cunt peeing, a surge of heat rising within me, a tingling itch below, and my penis jerked. After the blissful, almost unbearable satisfaction, the lonely night returned.

From that day on, every time I came home and saw Niu, I felt an inexplicable urge. Every night I fantasized about her body, and the image of her half-clear vulva always lingered in my mind's eye. Several times I even thought about peeping at her while she slept naked, but I felt it was shameless. The conflict between reason and desire tormented me to the extreme. "How can I have such strong feelings for a girl who is only twelve years old?" I would ask myself this question every time I finished relieving myself and lay limply in bed. However, every time I fell asleep, I desperately hoped to hear any sound from Niu's side, but everything remained the same, only the buzzing of mosquitoes and the rustling of the wind through the trees and grass.

Finally, one day, during lunch, I inexplicably opened a bottle of drink and tremblingly placed it in front of Niu...

After that, I accompanied my daughter to the toilet every night. At first, she seemed a little uncomfortable urinating under the flashlight, but she got used to it after a few days. Sometimes she would even smile slightly at me. Later, she would stand at the door and softly call out, "Uncle, I need to pee." It seems that once a girl gets used to something, she won't question its rationality. My primal instincts made me have more wicked thoughts. From then on, I would often find things to do, praising her for doing well while patting her head, patting her shoulder, or finding fault with her, gently patting her bottom, pinching her face—basically, everything had to make her "get used to it." Every time I made her "get used to it," there was a strange, stimulating demonic

influence. The Buddhist scripture *Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra* says, "Question: What is called a demon? Answer: It steals wisdom and destroys the foundation of the path, merit, and goodness." In other words, it can destroy a person's wisdom, morality, upbringing, and kind nature completely.

One evening after dinner, a sudden downpour started. I figured business would be slow, so I told Niu to tidy up while I went to the kitchen to shower. In the countryside, there are no bathrooms; people just sit in a large wooden tub in the kitchen to wash. After showering, I went upstairs.

The mountain downpours come and go quickly; the rain stopped as soon as I went upstairs. "I should have known better than to close the door," I cursed under my breath as I walked downstairs, wondering whether to open the door again. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. "Niu is taking a shower!" The thought made me restless; I longed to rush into the kitchen and embrace the body I had imagined countless times. I composed myself, took a deep breath, went upstairs, grabbed my water glass, and deliberately walked heavily to the kitchen door, opening it. The girl probably hadn't expected me to come in, and let out a surprised "uh." I pretended the room was empty, went straight to the water bottle, poured myself a glass of water, and then glanced back at the girl who was taking a bath. She sat blankly in the tub, staring at me. I didn't dare look any longer, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, so I quickly picked up my teacup and pretended to drink, trying to appear calm as I walked out. As I left, I said to her with my back to her, "Hurry up and take a bath, don't catch a cold." Back in the room, I couldn't wait to grab my penis and masturbate while closing my eyes. The image of the girl danced before my eyes: her little mouth kissing my penis, her tongue wandering over my body, her round, white buttocks, her smooth, delicate face, her pink and tender vulva, her clear, translucent vagina. I wanted to kiss her lips, I wanted to touch her buttocks, I wanted to penetrate her little hole, I wanted... I wanted... "Ah~" I screamed hysterically, and my semen burst out.

I lay there listlessly for a while, then got up, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the headboard. I thought to myself that watching her shower wasn't a good "habit." How could she always be in the shower just as I was about to pour water? If she got used to showering, what else could she get used to? Thinking about this

, I drifted off to sleep. The store was running low on stock. When I went to the market, I made a special trip to the county town to buy some better snacks and drinks. Back at the store, I told Niu, "These things cost a dozen yuan a box; they're for us to eat ourselves, don't sell them."

"A dozen yuan?" Niu stuck out her tongue. The best biscuits they sold were only three or four yuan a big bag, and those were mostly bought by the "richer" families in the village. Things costing a dozen yuan were probably only occasionally found in the homes of village officials. "I'll put them in your room so there won't be any mistakes," I said, carrying the things upstairs.

"No need, put it in the kitchen. Keep it safe so it doesn't attract mice."

"Okay," Niu replied, picking up the things and walking into the kitchen. Watching her back, I chuckled wickedly to myself.

When it was time for snacks, I would call Niu over, giving her a few at first, then feeding her directly. Sometimes, like teasing a child, I would take the snack away when she put her mouth close. Gradually, she seemed to enjoy this game; when I gave her food, she would practically stick her mouth out. These ordinary things were like delicacies in Niu's eyes. Whenever I gave her snacks, she was so happy and grateful. I would watch her eat, teasing her while my hands were busy, saying she ate like a little pig, and then touching her face; or pinching her bottom. Niu would chew while smiling and pretending to dodge. I knew I could take the next step.

That day, after showering, I went upstairs first, waiting quietly. Niu swept and tidied up, finally closing the door behind her. Hearing the door close, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly listened intently to the sounds downstairs. Niu went into the kitchen, and soon I heard her adding water to the wooden basin. A moment later, the sound of water started again.

My chance had come! I happily went downstairs, coughing lightly near the door to give her a heads-up, then pushed the door open. Niu was sitting in the large basin with her back to me. As I entered, she turned her head, our eyes met, and she quickly turned away again.

I stood in the doorway, glancing at her back: Niu was a little thin, probably hadn't eaten well at home, and whether she was full was a problem. Seeing this, suddenly I felt no wicked desire, but rather a pang of pity. I composed myself and said, "Niu, where did you put the cookies?"

"In the cupboard next to the cutting board," she answered softly. I walked to the cabinet, turned my back to her, and opened it, pretending to pick out some snacks. I made a rustling sound as I squeezed the packaging bags. I knew this sound was very tempting to her; it would distract her and keep her occupied for a few more minutes. I listened carefully; she seemed to have stayed still in the tub for about two or three minutes. I figured that was enough, so I grabbed a random bag, tore it open, popped a piece into my mouth, and turned to leave. She stared at me, her expression strange. I smiled at her and waved the snacks in my hand: "Hurry up and come upstairs when you're done." Then I went out the door and upstairs.

From then on, I would go to the kitchen every few days while she was taking a bath, to get her water or something to eat. She seemed to have gotten used to it. I'd get my things, she'd take her bath, and we'd chat occasionally. I'd often casually feed her a piece as I passed the tub, and she'd accept it without hesitation. Everything seemed so natural.

One day, I took out some scallion pancakes, walked over to her, and fed her one. As she reached for it, I gently squeezed it, and the pancake crumbled instantly. She only got a small piece; most of it fell into the bathtub. I saw a look of regret on her face, so I pretended to be disappointed and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" I quickly took out two more and handed them to her: "Is it good?"

"Mmm, it's good," she replied, chewing the pancake, her words muffled. Seeing her swallow, I immediately gave her two more. She ate while bathing, and I fed her, talking about food to distract her and make her think I wasn't paying attention to her bathing. "Uncle, I'm done bathing," the girl said softly, refusing the treats I offered.

I knew what she meant; she wanted me to leave for a moment. "Ah, you're done washing? Get up and get dressed." I pretended to be clueless, thinking, "If I leave now, it won't be easy for me to stay any longer. I can't start that."

She seemed a little hesitant, so I pressed on, "Get up quickly! You've been washing for so long, be careful not to get sick!" Seeing that I wasn't leaving, she had no choice but to stand up with her back to me. I found it amusing. She'd gotten used to peeing; once she

got started, there wouldn't be any more obstacles. Looking at her body just out of the tub, I felt a little dizzy. Even though it was just her back, the youthful energy was still there, especially when she was drying herself; the way her buttocks jiggled aroused me. I restrained myself; haste makes waste, I told myself.

With a good start, everything went smoothly. First, she got used to me sitting next to her and feeding her during bath time, then she got used to me pouring water on her body with my hands, and finally she got used to me bathing her: starting with just washing her back, gradually moving to her chest, buttocks, thighs, and eventually her whole body. Whenever I tried to get her "used to" a new action, she was still a little confused, so I would always pretend to be surprised and ask her, "Didn't you do this at home before?" This was to imply to her that everything I was doing was normal, just not happening to her. When I suddenly reached behind her and touched her virgin territory that day, she was startled and instinctively covered herself with her hand. I calmly asked her, "Doesn't your dad wash here when he bathes your little brother?" She seemed thoughtful. I took the opportunity to gently press my middle finger into her slit. The two tender labia enveloped my fingertip and slid gently over it, like a little eel swimming from my fingertip. Further down, I reached the entrance to her paradise. I hesitated, wondering whether to go a little deeper, when she suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "A little brother is a little penis! Uncle, you're so silly!"

"Ah, right, right," I withdrew my hand, "You're so smart." While saying this, I still warned myself: Thank goodness, I mustn't let her notice anything amiss, otherwise things won't go smoothly later.

In our little love nest, under my guidance, she got more and more used to things, and we grew closer. But we still hadn't overcome the final hurdle. Although I was certain everything would happen, it certainly wasn't now.

September was already late, and the mountains were showing clear signs of autumn. The daytime sun was still blazing, but by night, the wind was chilly. I was already wearing a jacket, but Niu was still wearing her two patched-up shirts. Niu had been working at my shop for almost three months. Her father had only come twice to ask for his wages, and then I hadn't seen him since. It seemed the village secretary was right; he only cared about the money and didn't care about Niu. Seeing Niu's thin figure shivering in the autumn wind, I felt a pang of pity. I wanted to buy her some clothes, but I was afraid of what people would say—a guilty conscience needs no accuser.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I decided to go to Niu's house, ostensibly to pick up some clothes, but mainly to gauge her family's attitude towards her, so I could decide my next move. Her father was a troublemaker; I might end up getting a bad reputation instead of getting the mutton.

It was a sunny Saturday. I walked ahead with two bottles of sorghum liquor in my pocket, while Niu followed behind, pointing the way. She clearly didn't want to go back to that house, but dared not disobey me, so she obediently followed.

After walking for over an hour along winding mountain paths, we arrived at her house. The big yellow dog at the door started barking, and Niu had to go and soothe it. I called out, "Is Shengwa home?" and went inside.

Several people were playing mahjong inside. Seeing me enter, they all stood up in unison. Shengwa was startled for half a second, then immediately reacted: "Ah, Director Cao is here! A rare guest indeed! Please, have a seat!" He turned back and called into the house, "Wife, quickly make some tea!" The others seemed to only then realize what was happening, offering cigarettes and seats, bustling about.

I sat down without ceremony. After several months as a village official, I had learned a bit of how to put on airs. I slowly took a sip of tea before saying to the others, "Sit down. Everyone sit down. What are you standing for?" Only then did everyone sit down.

Shengwa looked puzzled. Seeing me leisurely drinking tea, he didn't dare ask. He looked up and saw Niu outside the door, his face immediately darkening. Suddenly, he seemed to understand and yelled at Niu, "It must be because you didn't do a good job that I sent you back, you stubborn brat! I'll break your legs!" He stood up angrily and walked out. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Shengwa stopped when he heard me and turned to look at me. I took another sip of tea, then put the cigarette that was offered to me in my mouth. Someone immediately came over and lit it. I exhaled a puff of smoke and called out to Niu, who was pale with fright outside the door, "Niu, come in." Niu looked at me, then at her father, and didn't dare to move.

"Just come in when I tell you to, are you looking for a beating?" Shengwa yelled again.

Niu quickly lowered her head and walked to my side. I pulled over a small stool for her to sit on before slowly saying, "It's getting cold, and Niu has no clothes to wear. I've been busy lately and haven't had time to buy any, and you don't deliver them, so I had to come and get them."

Hearing this, Shengwa breathed a sigh of relief: "How could I let you come in person? Just give me a message and I'll deliver them." He then called into the house, "Stew the cured pork hock. Director Cao is having lunch here. Oh, and kill a chicken too." "No, no, I'll just go get the clothes and leave. I won't eat." I imitated the old Party Secretary's polite manner.

"It's lunchtime, how can you not eat?" The others also tried their best to persuade me to stay. I didn't say whether I was leaving or not, but just told Shengwa to quickly get the clothes. Soon, Shengwa came out with a bundle and handed it to Niu.

I glanced at the girl beside me, who was looking down, then turned back and began to speak in an official tone: "Shengwa, the girl is still young. How could you, as her father, beat her so badly?" Shengwa scoffed but didn't say anything. The others echoed my criticism.

"She's hardworking, good at everything—laundry, cooking—you're lucky to have a daughter like that," I took a sip of tea and paused. "I wish I had a daughter like that."

Unexpectedly, Shengwa jumped up immediately upon hearing this and hurriedly said, "Girl, call me Daddy."

"Ah," I didn't react for a moment and mechanically declined, "No, no, I can't just call you that like that, can I?"

"Yes, yes, Director Cao is right. We can't just do it casually. I'll go find someone." "After saying that, he dashed out.

What happened to Pure Love Nest? I was completely bewildered and couldn't hear what the others were saying.

I don't know how much time passed, but Shengwa led an old man with a white beard back. The crowd surrounded me and led me out the door. I was in a bind, and I had no choice but to let them do as they pleased, like a bride getting into a sedan chair. I was led to the edge of a ditch, where a plank was laid across it. The old man tied a red cloth belt around my waist. I stood on one side, and Shengwa stood on the other side holding Niu's hand. The old man mumbled some words I couldn't understand, and then someone brought a cup of tea to Niu." The girl, carrying tea in both hands, walked over from the wooden plank, knelt before me, raised the tea above her head, and called out "Father." I responded, took the tea, and drank it all in one gulp. The girl kowtowed to me again. I pulled her up, untied the red cloth sash, and tied it around her waist. The girl turned around and kowtowed to Shengwa again. I pulled her up from behind again. The old man muttered a few more words, and the ceremony was over!

Then everyone congratulated each other, ate, and drank. It wasn't until after lunch that I said goodbye. Shengwa and the others escorted me to the store entrance. As we parted, Shengwa revealed his true colors again: "If the girl doesn't behave, you can hit her as you please."

I understood what Shengwa meant. He didn't want to send the girl back; he just wanted to pay her wages. What kind of person was he? He was like the foreman in the old "Indentured Laborer" drama! "I won't hit her. If she doesn't behave, I'll send her back." "I was speaking to Niu rather than Shengwa. After I finished speaking, I glanced at Niu, and sure enough, she looked scared. The corn liquor from the countryside is really potent. When I woke up the next morning, my head was still throbbing. I got dressed and went downstairs. When Niu saw me, she quickly called out, 'Dad, you're up? I'll make you some noodles.'" "

Damn, going from 'uncle' to 'dad' sounds really awkward. In my hometown, we call our biological father 'ba' and our adoptive father 'die.' Although Niu isn't Shengwa's biological daughter, she was adopted and took his surname, so she's considered his biological daughter. It's the same with stepfathers; if they don't change their surname, they're called 'die,' but if they do, they're called 'dad.' If a father is unfaithful to his daughter, everyone curses him and he'll be struck by lightning. If he's a stepfather, he's just a laughingstock, called 'improper.' Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel relieved, as if it were all fate.

Niu brought out noodles. The morning was still quite cold. Niu wore the clothes I brought yesterday. These weren't even clothes; they were covered in large patches and were so long they covered her bottom. They were probably her parents' clothes. I slurped down my noodles and said to Niu, 'Close the door later, I'll take you to the county town.'

Niu was overjoyed: 'I'll go make pancakes.'" "She said, heading towards the kitchen. I paused, then suddenly realized she was preparing some food. I smiled and said, 'No need, you just clean up the dishes and we'll be leaving.'"

The sun was high in the sky, and the weather had turned hot again. I told Niu to change into something barely acceptable and we took a passing bus to the county town. Niu had never been to the county town before, and everything was new and exciting. She asked all sorts of questions with great enthusiasm. I took her to the secondhand market and bought her some clothes, shoes, and socks. It wasn't that I was stingy, but in a poor mountain village, wearing too many new clothes would attract attention. Then I took her through the streets and alleys, sampling various snacks, and we even saw a movie. Finally, we returned home carrying a large bag of pastries and fruit. That evening, after I took a shower, I called Niu in: "Niu, you've been running around all day. Come and take a shower, then you can wear your new clothes."

"Okay," Niu responded, changing the water in the tub. Without hesitation, she took off her clothes and got into the tub. I moved a chair and sat beside her, touching her slightly protruding belly and saying, "Look, you've gotten so round." Niu looked down and said shyly, "It was so delicious." "

Haha," I laughed, "I'll take you again next time." As I spoke, I lathered her with soap.

Before, when I washed her, she would wash herself constantly. I've forgotten when it started, but she stopped. She would sit properly in the basin, hands on the rim, letting my hands caress her delicate skin. While I absentmindedly chatted with her about my trip to the city, I admired her body. It lacked the allure and seduction of a mature woman, but possessed a youthful and natural charm. If a mature Dong woman's body is as alluring and dazzling as a rose, then this girl's body is as elegant and fragrant as a wild chrysanthemum. When I washed her shoulders, I gently pinched them; they had gained elasticity. Although still somewhat thin, they were much better than when she first arrived. "Stand up." With my words, she stood upright in the basin. I washed down her round bottom and thighs. Her legs had a distinct curve; her calves, from walking on mountain paths, were thicker than those of city girls. In comparison, her thighs seemed underdeveloped. I thought, "With better nutrition, they should improve." After washing her, I lifted her hips and twisted her around. She turned to face me, and I reached for her most private area. She slightly parted her legs, and I gently massaged her cleft with my middle finger, repeating my old saying, "This needs to be cleaned properly, or she'll get sick." Thinking about how I would soon possess this precious place, I felt relatively calm. I only lingered there a couple of times, briefly enjoying the smooth, soft texture, before withdrawing my hand.

After drying her, I gave her bottom a light slap, as usual: "Alright, go get dressed." She giggled and eagerly put on the clothes I'd bought that day, looking very happy. Information spreads in the countryside, and within a few days, everyone knew she considered me her father. The old village secretary praised me, saying, "You're a kind-hearted girl; she's going to have a good life with you." I said, "Oh, not at all. I'm just looking for help; she has to do the laundry and cook, which is tough on her." But in my heart, I thought: Hehe, even greater blessings await her. Autumn is in the air, and the temperature difference between day and night is widening. I added two cotton quilts to the bed and changed to a thin blanket. It's different for Niu. She arrived in the sweltering heat, and since we didn't plan for her to stay long, I just found two stools and a bed board to make a bed. I gave her a towel blanket, which she used as a makeshift mattress and cover. Since she used to wear few clothes and slept naked, it's getting colder every day, and the towel blanket isn't enough to keep out the wind. But I had ulterior motives and didn't add a blanket for her. I know that Niu wouldn't dare make any requests at home, and it's the same here. So I often casually tell her, "This isn't like your home. Tell me if you need anything."

At night, I fantasize about Niu's body and masturbate before falling asleep, partly to relieve my urges, but mainly to prepare for what's coming. I know God won't let me wait much longer…

"Daddy, Daddy." I vaguely heard Niu's voice and jumped up from the bed. The moment I'd been waiting for had finally arrived. Although this scene had appeared countless times in my mind, its actual occurrence still made my heart race. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and went to open the door. Niu, dressed, stood timidly in the doorway: "What's wrong? Do you need to pee? Let's go." I asked knowingly. I'd long since graduated from the toilet lesson; I hadn't given her a drink in the afternoon for a long time, and taking her to the toilet every night was a hassle. "Daddy, I'm cold."

I touched Niu's face; it was icy cold. I grabbed her hand; it was the same. "Come here, come here! Why didn't you say so sooner? Come here and warm up." I pulled her to the bedside and reached out to take off her clothes.

Niu probably hadn't expected this outcome; she seemed a little lost and confused. Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was resistance. She seemed stiff as I took off her clothes. I said, "Hey, why didn't you say so sooner? I'll buy you a blanket tomorrow." I took off her pants. I'd noticed she didn't have any underwear, let alone bras or extra clothes. The pair of briefs I bought in town last time had been sitting here with me, not for her to wear, just for today. Otherwise, getting her used to taking off her underwear would have been a hassle, and wouldn't that be just asking for trouble? I pulled down her pants, and Niu was completely naked. She quickly crawled into bed, and I followed, reaching out to hug her. The girl lay there with her back to me, her cold back pressed against my hot chest, seemingly shivering slightly. Luckily, I had masturbated beforehand, so although my penis was aroused, it wasn't overtly erect. This was important; if I scared her, she would rather freeze than come over, which would cause a lot of trouble later.

I rubbed her shoulders and thighs with one hand, complaining, "Look how cold you are! Why didn't you say anything? What if you get sick?" The girl didn't answer. With my body heat and the rubbing, her body warmed up. Seeing this, I let go of her, turned over, and said in a very calm voice,

"Go to sleep. I'll buy you a blanket tomorrow."

In the following days, I deliberately came home very late. Since I couldn't buy a blanket, she could only helplessly come to my room in the middle of the night. I warmed her up with hugs and rubbing, but never touched her private parts, even though she couldn't resist whatever I wanted to do at that time.

If it were just for simple desires, I wouldn't need to go to all this trouble. Going to her naked body in the middle of the night wouldn't be difficult, but that would only elicit her bored compliance. I don't want an empty shell to satisfy my lust; I want a playmate with flesh and blood, a soul. The last leg of a journey is the hardest; I can't afford to make a mistake now. I wouldn't be foolish enough to wet the bed at dawn.

Things unfolded exactly as I planned. On the fifth day after Niu came to my room, I was half-lying on the bed reading when Niu came upstairs after washing her clothes. Her footsteps led directly to my room. I looked up; Niu was standing at the door, shyly calling out, "Daddy." "Hmm," I responded, "Come to sleep."

Niu moved slightly off the bed, took off her clothes, rolled over past my feet, climbed to the headboard, smiled at me, and crawled into bed. I put down my book and lay down beside her, reaching out to hug her and begin to caress her again. The girl chuckled, "Daddy, I'm not cold today."

"Oh, not cold? Then let me tickle you, okay?" I said, reaching out to tickle her armpits. The girl laughed, struggling, saying, "Daddy, no! Hehe, no more! Daddy, hehehe..." I stopped. The girl's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. After pausing, she glanced at me, saw me looking at her, and scolded, "Daddy, you're so naughty!

How dare you call me naughty! I'll teach you a lesson!" I reached out and tickled her waist again, instantly punctuated by silvery laughter and pleas for mercy. Seeing her laughing so hard she could barely breathe, I stopped, but my hands didn't leave her delicate body. The girl lay limply, as if she had used up all her strength.

I lay on my side, propping myself up on my elbow with a pillow, looking down at Niu. She glanced at me, puffed out her cheeks, and pouted in protest. I laughed and said, "See if you dare say I'm bad again." I roughly stroked her smooth belly and thighs, always sweeping over her pubic area, occasionally poking her lower back, or giving her thighs and buttocks a light pinch, and even giving her vulva a squeeze. My expression was natural, to tell her that we were just playing around, and what I was doing was just part of the game. The girl only moved slightly when I pinched her, as a form of resistance. When I stroked her, she lay quietly, a look of pleasure in her eyes and a slight smile on her lips. When I blew on her face, she would wrinkle her nose or stick out her tongue, looking innocently adorable. It seemed she enjoyed this game. Since she enjoyed it, I wanted to keep her looking forward to it. Thinking this, I suddenly stopped, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "That's enough playing, go to sleep." I turned and turned off the light. Don't take rice out of the pot when it's only eight or nine parts cooked. Although it's filling, the taste is greatly diminished. If you put undercooked rice back in, you'll find it's harder to cook than raw rice. Guiding the girl should be the same. I didn't want to go through all that trouble and effort only to end up with a half-cooked bowl of rice! The play continued every day. After a few days, she started to retaliate, reaching her little hands towards my armpits and lower back. Of course, I allowed her that right, letting her feel a little indulgent. After a brief counterattack, it was my turn to make my move: I pinned her left hand completely under my body, wrapped my right hand around the back of her neck and grabbed her right hand, placed my left foot between her legs to hold her left leg down, and began attacking her waist, buttocks, and thighs with my left hand, pinching and scratching. She struggled to break free, her only uncontrollable right leg bouncing like a bicycle, kicking the blanket to the foot of the bed, but it was all in vain. All that was left was laughter and begging for mercy.

Seeing that she was getting a little tired, I stopped and began to stroke her body, blowing on her face and teasing her to make faces. After resting for a while, she started to try to break free again, and I immediately used scratching and pinching to make her surrender, and then started touching her again. After several rounds, the girl was finally exhausted, just staring at the ceiling panting heavily, no longer making faces.

Seeing this, I pretended to be tired, resting my head on her flat chest, listening to her heart pounding like a little rabbit. My hands wandered over her lower abdomen and thighs again, this time gradually softening from rough to gentle, focusing on appreciating the silky smoothness. Gradually, my hands stopped just passing by and started to linger, stopping at that place that had haunted my heart countless times. I first gently pressed down on her breast, which was quite thick, then pressed down with my palm, making it just the size of my hand. I gently squeezed the flesh of her breast, carefully feeling it; she didn't react much. So, I bent my middle finger and slipped it into that familiar valley.

Her right leg lifted slightly and then lowered, as if to indicate that she hadn't given up resisting.

I slowly followed the valley upwards, trying to find that little bud, but the path seemed dry and difficult to traverse. Her young physiology wasn't yet developed enough to produce a lubrication response to the touch. I reached for the lubricant I'd prepared long ago by the pillow, squeezed some onto my middle finger, and returned to the valley. The path was now clear, and the small bud, though only the size of a mung bean, was clearly visible. I gently tapped the bud with my trembling finger, then drifted downstream to the entrance of the apex, circling it. Seeing that the girl didn't react, I pushed her right leg to the side and pulled her left leg wider, then returned to the valley and swam around. The girl didn't pull her legs back. I thought I had a chance. I released her little hands and breathed on her face. The girl looked at me, didn't make a face, just smiled shyly, seemingly a little bashful.

I was overjoyed. I sat up and pulled the girl to the middle of the bed. She obediently followed. I lifted her little bottom, placed a pillow and a towel underneath, and gently parted her legs. The pink path, which had been blurry in the dim flashlight, was finally clearly and completely revealed before my eyes. The high mons pubis, like a fortress, sheltered the clitoris. The thick labia majora on either side sealed the entrance tightly. I used my index and ring fingers to part the opening, and the two peach-petal-like labia minora trembled slightly. I gently pinched the petals with my other hand, and the girl's legs closed together. I pushed them apart and then teased the petals with my fingers. The petals swayed from side to side, responding to my fingers. After a moment of passionate manipulation, I finally parted the petals, and the entrance to the paradise I had dreamed of was neatly presented before me. I leaned down and smelled it; there was no fragrance or odor as people often describe, almost no scent. I touched it with my fingers; it was soft and slippery, but not very moist. I tentatively inserted half a knuckle with my little finger, and it felt noticeably cramped. I pulled it apart a little more forcefully, and the semi-circular hymen faithfully guarded the entrance. I lovingly circled my fingers on her intact hymen. Soon, her final moments would come. Elsewhere, she might have lived longer, but here, she could only last a brief twelve years. Thinking of this, I almost gave up, but the precious place she guarded held my thoughts captivated me. After caressing it for a long time, I lowered my head and, with complex emotions, gave her a deep kiss, a sign of respect and a farewell.

I pulled down my underwear and knelt between her legs, pressing my thumb against her clitoris while pondering how to explain this "game" to her.

"Daddy, are you going to fuck me?" she whispered.

"Ah," I was taken aback by her question, but immediately added, "Yes, Daddy likes you, of course I'll fuck you." Likes you, of course I'll fuck you? Damn it, what kind of robber logic is that? The girl remained silent and still, I wondered if she accepted my logic. Since she knew what I was going to do, I decided to be direct and avoid any complications.

I took the lubricant, used my thumb and forefinger to separate her labia, and slowly inserted the lubricant tube into her untouched depths. I squeezed the lubricant in, and when I pulled it out, I dripped a few drops onto her vulva and clitoris. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled her closer to me, and, holding my erect penis, began to slowly rub it against her pink vulva and clitoris.

"Daddy, will it hurt?" the girl asked softly again.

Hey, I didn't expect this kid to know so much. Since that's the case, I couldn't rush it. I just happily moved around in her vulva, making up lies to tell her, "It doesn't hurt. Sometimes

your small body trembles a little, maybe from nervousness or fear.

" I increased the speed of my rubbing and lied, "Look, it's been so long, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." "The girl shook her head, then let out a long sigh, seemingly relieved. Heh, being so inexperienced, she completely believed what I was doing was what she called 'fucking.' 'Sometimes if you use too much force, it hurts a little,' I added. It's a fact we'll soon verify, so it's better to give her a heads-up now, lest she feel deceived and not believe me as readily in the future.

'Then Daddy, be gentle,' the girl grumbled.

I held my penis with one hand and gently stroked her thigh with the other: 'How do you know it will hurt?' The girl didn't answer, so I teased her: 'Not going to answer Daddy? I'm tickling you.' Saying this, I reached for her waist.

Hearing this, the girl quickly twisted her body, laughing, 'No, Daddy, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. My sister from the back hill told me.'

The girl's laughter reminded me that talking to her would distract her, making it easier for her when I thrust in later. 'Who fucked your sister?'" “

Her dad,” Niu replied, “her sister said it hurts so much.”

“Oh, what did your sister say?” My curiosity was piqued; such a story excited me even more, like an aphrodisiac. “Tell me what your sister said, okay?”

She hesitated for a moment: “Then you can’t tell anyone.” Haha, a child’s trick, but she still answered seriously: “I promise I won’t tell.” “My sister said that day she was sleeping, and suddenly woke up in pain. When she opened her eyes, she saw her dad having sex with her, and she was bleeding.”

I secretly rejoiced that I hadn’t used this method, otherwise it might have left a shadow on Niu’s young mind.

She paused, then asked softly, "Will I bleed?" I didn't answer. I couldn't answer that question. If I said yes, it would deepen her fear; if I said no, I would immediately be exposed as a lie. I just asked, "And then?"

"My sister said that later her dad kept fucking her. She didn't want to be fucked, so her dad tied her to the bed and fucked her." The girl said this with indignation. I thought that this girl from the back slope was probably a very good friend of hers, and the girl seemed to be standing up for her.

I couldn't talk about her sister anymore; it was all about violence, and I couldn't let the girl associate it with herself.

"Have you seen anyone fucking you?" I changed the subject, hoping to let the girl think back slowly. At the same time, I quietly pressed my ready-to-go little brother against the entrance of her vagina, placed my hands on the girl's knees, and slowly pressed down to make her legs open wider.

The girl thought for a moment, looking hesitant. I warned her again, "Do you want me to tickle you before you tell me?" She quickly twisted her waist and said awkwardly, "Daddy's fucking Mommy."

"You're such a naughty girl, peeping at your daddy fucking your mommy," I teased with a laugh. "No, that's not it," she pouted, "The noise was too loud, I woke up, I wanted to see what they were doing." "So what did you see? If you don't tell me, I'll tickle you." I knew she wouldn't speak easily, so I threatened her first. "Um... I... I saw Mommy hugging Daddy, Daddy on top of Mommy, his buttocks arching... Ouch, that hurts, Daddy." The girl cried out.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I thrust my hips forward, my glans pushing into that ecstatic hole I'd been longing for. Luckily, I'd used plenty of lubricant, and it went in halfway. Ah, it's Daddy's fault, Daddy used too much force just now, Daddy will be gentler, don't move, it will hurt if you move. "I was afraid she'd want me to take it out, so I made up a lie to comfort her, while stroking her groin and genitals to soothe her. Who said deflowering a little girl is so pleasurable? It hurts! When it first went in, it felt like a rubber band the size of a finger was digging into my glans, it really felt like torture. I felt pain myself, let alone a little girl. The girl didn't dare move, her eyes were red, and her body was trembling slightly, probably from the pain. I didn't dare go any deeper, if she got scared, it would be a lot more trouble later. After a while, I asked her, 'Girl, does it still hurt?'

'Mmm,' the girl answered softly, 'It's a little better than before.'

Hearing this, I was relieved and started teasing her again: 'You're useless.' The girl looked at me with confusion, and I continued, 'Your mom doesn't cry out in pain.' 'No,' the girl was still a child, and when she heard me say she was useless, she quickly defended herself: 'Mom is an adult, only little kids feel pain, my sister said the first time was the most painful, she even cried.' 'And then what happened?'" “

It only hurts at first, but it gets better after a while,” the girl said earnestly. Yes, being tied to the bed and forced in like that is definitely not a pleasant experience. I started tentatively pushing deeper, and the girl pulled her buttocks back slightly. “Does it still hurt?” I asked.

“Mmm, a little,” the girl said. “Be good, bear with it, it’ll be fine after a while.” "I blurted out, and suddenly I felt so grateful to this lovely older sister. At least she taught Niu that 'it'll be fine after a while!'

I pulled my little brother out a bit, and the walls of her vagina, stretched open by my little brother, immediately closed again. The unexplored little hole is so tight," I exclaimed. But I didn't dare to pull out too shallowly, lest the thickest part of my glans tear open the newly ruptured hymen again. I looked at Niu; although she had an expression of discomfort, she didn't seem to be in unbearable pain. I gently pushed forward again, and the walls of her vagina, which had just closed, were stretched open again. I slowly thrust in and out, carefully feeling the tightness and warmth of her virginity, fully enjoying the tingling and itchy sensation. Back and forth, each time more intense than the last. Deeper still, I finally encountered the clitoris: a small, hard lump, smooth and about the size of a broad bean. My glans, as if seeing an old friend, nuzzled against it affectionately, while the clitoris, like a shy little girl, flinched away. Thus began a chase, a dodge, and a collision. All my sensory nerves were concentrated between my legs, and the semen that had accumulated for days poured

out. The clitoris, untouched by storms, trembled as it received its baptism… The rice was finally cooked, perfectly cooked. I withdrew my penis with great satisfaction, and a thin stream of red and white fluid gushed from the opening, dripping down the girl's buttocks onto a towel. I patted the girl's leg and said, "Don't move, I'll go get some water to wash up." "Having said that, he went downstairs to the kitchen without even putting on his pants. He stared at the remaining bloodstains on his penis for a while, then reluctantly washed them off. He brought half a basin of warm water upstairs, then covered the girl's genitals with a towel and let her get out of bed to wash.

After washing, the girl silently got into bed and pulled the blanket over herself at the foot of the bed. I followed her upstairs, leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and touched the girl's face with my right hand, saying, "Daddy's going to the city tomorrow, do you want to go?"

"Daddy, I want to go." The girl couldn't resist such temptation. "Okay, Daddy will take you tomorrow. We'll go to the movies and eat good food, okay?" After all, the girl had suffered today, so it was necessary to reward her.

"Okay." At the mention of going to the city, the girl's previous gloom vanished, and a smile bloomed on her face. "Then go to sleep quickly. We'll play all day tomorrow. Think about what you want to eat." Let her drift off to sleep thinking about happy things.

"Okay." The girl obediently closed her eyes.

I quietly smoked my cigarette, savoring the details of what had just happened. The days ahead would no longer be dull. When I was forced to return to my hometown, I blamed fate for its injustice and resented God for playing tricks on me. Little did I know that when God closes a door, He always opens a window. Thinking of this, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter and thought: This window is wonderful, wonderfully opened! We went to the county town, ate snacks, watched a movie, and even took her to the park to play some games: catching mice, archery, etc. These were things she had never seen or played before, and they excited her immensely. I was also infected by her enthusiasm and had a great time, as if I had become ten years younger. When we got home, I was exhausted. We only played around for a little while before going to sleep. I didn't want her to feel that going to bed meant sex and cause her resentment. After all, the memory of yesterday's pain hadn't faded yet; I wanted to let her injured area recover a little. The next morning

, the Party Secretary notified me to go to a meeting in the county town. He said there was a study session on rural education issues and I needed to go with him for two days. Although I was very reluctant, I had no reason to refuse, since I was the director in charge of this area. "If I don't come back, lock the door at five o'clock and don't open it if anyone calls," I instructed Niu before I left.

The meeting ended at a little after four, and there was still plenty of time before dinner. I wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the Party Secretary, so I invited him to a restaurant. After a few rounds of drinks, I suddenly heard the Party Secretary ask me, "Little Cao, business at the shop is pretty good, isn't it? You're almost a big boss now."

"What big boss? How much money can I make from oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar? Plus the debts on credit, and Niu's expenses." I knew that this shop would attract envious people sooner or later. At work, some people had already been saying things like, "Business is good, business is good," to me, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You see, everyone else goes to play chess or cards after get off work, unlike me sitting foolishly behind the counter," I complained bitterly. "If it weren't for the convenience of the villagers, I wouldn't want to work here anymore." I didn't forget to embellish my own image. "That's true, I know that, but others don't see it that way." Others were just a few directors and station chiefs in the township; I didn't care what others said. I knew the Party Secretary's unspoken message: it wasn't that I didn't want to curry favor with the Party Secretary and the township head, but I didn't know where to start, so I only offered meals, cigarettes, and alcohol, and if necessary, I wouldn't charge them for buying things from me. After a satisfying meal, the Party Secretary and I returned to the guesthouse. The Party Secretary went to take a shower, and I pondered his words, considering how to further cultivate a relationship with this superior. Having worked in the township government for so long, I had heard some rumors about the Party Secretary; years ago, he was caught having an affair with someone else's wife. This is a big deal in our hometown. If you mess with someone else's daughter and lose some money, you will be beaten and it will be over. If a girl gets married, sooner or later she will belong to someone else. Everyone always thinks so. The daughter-in-law is a member of the family, and she might get killed. Because he was the branch secretary, he didn't dare to make a fuss in public. In addition, with the persuasion and intimidation of several close subordinates of the branch secretary, the family kept their mouth shut after receiving some money and extra care from the branch secretary. Later, I don't know how the county got wind of it, so I lost the opportunity for promotion forever. As a result, this book was published for more than 20 years. Only a few people in the township government knew about this, and I was lucky enough to be one of these few people after I got the title of director. . This may be a way, isn’t it about the four irons of interpersonal relationships? "We were classmates together, carried guns together, visited prostitutes together, and divided the stolen goods together." There is nothing I can do about this classmate, carrying guns, and dividing stolen goods together, but prostitutes may still be able to do it.

After the village secretary finished showering, I smiled and said to him, "Secretary, we rarely come all this way. This city is quite different from our countryside; it's very lively at night. I went to high school in this county, so I know it pretty well. How about we go for a walk?"

"Sure, sure," the secretary readily agreed. I led him around the streets, first looking at the dazzling array of goods, then listening to the loud music, before casually wandering into an alley. This

was the county's famous "hair salon street."

I didn't say anything, just wanted to see the secretary's reaction first. If he wasn't into this kind of thing, we could just walk through and end up at the food street, and I could say we were taking a shortcut to get some late-night snacks. As

we entered the alley, the sounds of chatter immediately filled the air. I deliberately slowed my pace, secretly observing the secretary's expression. He looked around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, his mouth agape, seemingly about to drool. "Secretary, shall we go get our hair washed?"

I tentatively asked. "Hair wash? No, no, I just washed my hair," the Party Secretary replied, his eyes still glued to the alluring figures behind the glass window.

Heh, it seems the Party Secretary is still a novice. "Then let's get a massage," I added. "Massage can improve blood circulation and is good for your health. My back is killing me from sitting so long in the meeting today," I demonstrated by stretching my back. "These girls are very skilled; the massage is very comfortable." I only said it was a massage; when the girls started to show their skills, he probably wouldn't be able to resist, and besides, he's not exactly a saint. "This… well… whatever you say goes," the Party Secretary stammered. "Don't say much when we go in. Just let the girls do whatever they want," I instructed the Party Secretary, picking out a girl who looked decent enough and going through the door.

The girls immediately came over to greet us warmly when they saw someone enter. It was my first time in this kind of place too. Luckily, an experienced college classmate had told us that in places like this, the more indifferent you are, the better, otherwise you'll be treated like a newbie and get ripped off. So I tried to appear calm and said, "Where's the boss? I'd like a massage." A plump woman appeared beside me, enthusiastically inviting us to sit down. I sat on the sofa and haggled with the boss, then turned to the uneasy village secretary and whispered, "Which masseuse would you like? You can choose." While helping him decide, the old secretary hesitantly pointed to a girl who was average-looking but had a large, voluptuous bottom and breasts. I told the boss to take the secretary to the room first, and I pulled the plump girl back, saying, "Don't ask the old man too many questions. He's a mine owner, it's his first time here, don't be too direct. Let him massage for a while first. Whether he can do anything else depends on your skills." The remaining girls, seeing I wasn't making a choice, all crowded around me, trying to seduce me. I didn't want to pay them any attention; I had a perfectly healthy young woman at home, and I had no time for fooling around here. Thinking of her made my heart race.

The boss came over with a smile and said, "Oh, boss, if you're all here, join in! It's no fun waiting here." "The boss's words reminded me. Didn't we 'go to prostitutes together'? What would the Party Secretary think if he came out and saw that I hadn't done it? What if he misunderstood that I was setting him up? Wouldn't that be like trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead? Thinking of this, I called a guy who looked somewhat decent into the room: 'Oral sex without a condom.'" "There was no unnecessary introduction. The woman was very skilled; she squatted down in front of me and started working.

My penis went in and out of her mouth, and I felt a numb physical pleasure, without any passion. Seeing that I didn't react much, she sped up.

I looked down at the hardworking woman and thought, 'If only this were a girl. If it were a girl, I would definitely smile at her with a lustful look on my face, maybe even praise her for doing a good job, and touch her face or other places. The only drawback is that girls are still young, and their chests are still flat.' Thinking of this, I reached out and grabbed the woman's hanging breasts, kneading them in revenge. The woman twisted her waist and pulled her chest back, but these actions only stimulated my nerves. I pinched her nipples with my fingers and rubbed them wantonly. The woman grabbed my hand and said in a coquettish voice, 'No, honey, you're hurting me.'" I chuckled smugly, loosening my grip and squeezing her breasts while gesturing towards my penis, signaling for her to continue. Just then, the bed next door creaked merrily; needless to say, the old bull was starting to mate. These prostitutes' skills were undeniable. I turned to the prostitute continuing to suck my penis and said, "You think you're sucking milk? Can't you do anything else?" "

The young lady immediately switched to using her tongue. My thoughts returned to the girl: she's small and her mouth isn't big, so licking shouldn't be a problem. As for holding it in her mouth... I racked my brains for a long time but couldn't imagine what would happen. Oh well, I'll just have to take it one step at a time. We're already in bed together; I'll slowly explore the potential later. The stimulation from the young lady's tongue was quite obvious. I carefully savored every bit of pleasure, using her tongue to feel my sensitive areas so I could teach the girl to stimulate those areas later. Even without the mental pleasure, the physical excitement had reached its peak. My little brother was releasing energy in the young lady's mouth, and she swallowed it bit by bit.

I leaned back on the bed, told the young lady to massage me, and waited quietly. After a while, I heard footsteps, knowing that the work over there was finished, so I followed them out, gave the money to the boss, and amidst the girls' cries of 'Boss, come again sometime!', I led the young lady out of the alley and into the food street, ordering some barbecue and beer.

'How was it? Was the massage comfortable?'" "I asked cautiously. "Good, good, so the massage here is pretty good... Hiss~." He smiled broadly, seemingly very satisfied, as if savoring the moment. "Secretary, this is just between you and me, you see..." I pretended to hesitate. The secretary glanced at me, "I'm over fifty, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, you can rest assured about this." I knew I'd make him keep it a secret more reassuring than he'd make me keep it a secret. I moved closer to the secretary: "Secretary, we can't do this too often, it'll be troublesome if we run into the police. The fine is a small matter, we'll have to report it." "I have to scare him a little first, otherwise he'll get a taste of the benefits and keep asking me to come to meetings every few days, that would be

terrible!" The Party Secretary nodded, deeply agreeing. The next day, after the meeting, I suppressed my longing for Niu and stayed with the Party Secretary in the county town for another night. Seeing his excited, radiant face, I knew that our relationship would definitely be special from now on. If I needed anything, he would definitely help me a lot.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," I really couldn't find a suitable word to express my feelings, but I felt it was not an exaggeration to describe Niu and me. The short two-day separation felt like two years. As soon as night fell, I told Niu to close the door and rest. When Niu got into bed, I pulled her naked body close and eagerly embraced her in my hot chest. Instantly, a current ran through my body, making me tremble involuntarily. I murmured, "My sweet girl, I missed you so much."

The girl seemed both happy and joyful, yet also a little bewildered and lost. She simply let me hold her obediently, her warm breath like the bright moonlight spilling onto my neck and ears. Some say that breathing on a woman's neck and ears can make her feel like she's melting. The girl's breathing similarly made me feel intoxicated.

Without the usual playful antics, my hand slid directly to the girl's crotch. The girl shifted her bottom slightly, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable with today's directness.

"Have you been good these past few days, girl? Have you been naughty?" I used my old method, trying to distract her with conversation.

"No," the girl replied firmly, then whispered, "Daddy, I'm so scared being alone in the house." Her voice clearly carried a pleading and yearning tone.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, girl. Daddy will go out less often, or Daddy will find someone else to keep you company," I teased. "Okay, Daddy, don't lie to me. How about we get Sister Zhizhi?" The girl's face immediately lit up with joy. I hadn't expected the little girl to have someone in mind. I immediately realized it must be the older girl from the hillside who taught her "it'll be fine after a while"—I only found out her name was Zhizhi today. "That won't do. What if her dad wants to fuck her if I bring her here?" I blushed as I said this. Such words might be okay for adults, but for a fifteen-year-old girl, it was far too frivolous.

"No way," the girl ignored my frivolity, perhaps eager for me to bring Zhizhi over. "My dad's dead.

" "Oh?" That was unexpected. "How did he die?" "As I asked, I reached for the lubricant. One day last year, Zhizhi's cow got into a fight with another cow. Her dad and a few others tried to pull them apart, but the cow, its eyes bloodshot, swung its head and sent her dad flying through the air like a piece of paper. He died before they even got home. I got the gist of what happened from my daughter's fragmented and somewhat incoherent description, and then I applied a lot of lubricant to her 'valley' and 'cavity.' 'Dad, be gentle, don't be as rough as last time.'" "As my penis reached the entrance, the girl made a request. 'I know,' I replied, as I slowly penetrated her, holding her slender waist, while observing her expression.

Her nose and brows furrowed, her whole body tense, her waist arched upwards, her lower abdomen contracted deeply, clearly revealing the already faint outline of her ribs. She was clearly trying to endure the initial discomfort of penetration, but ultimately didn't cry out like the first time. Without the constraint of that membrane, it was obviously much smoother than before, but still tight. My penis gentlemanly moved in and out slowly, as if it knew this was still an immature territory. The tender flesh around the entrance caressed this intruder with the gentle tenderness unique to young girls. When my penis came out a little, the tender flesh quickly closed; when it went in a little, the tender flesh politely parted, like two excellent waltz dancers, moving in and out, cooperating so harmoniously and naturally. I praised the Creator's exquisite skill; He had subtly added the feelings of the soul to our instinctive, primal action of perpetuating the species. I looked..." Looking at Niu, the pain was gone from her face, only slightly red. Her eyes looked at me questioningly. I smiled sweetly at her, using that smile to tell her how much I liked her, how happy I was, and how much I enjoyed doing this with her; it brought me the greatest joy. Niu smiled happily too, a pure and innocent smile. I guessed that for most girls Niu's age, sexual interaction was probably just a special kind of game. They often cared more about the feelings of their partner and preferred to share their partner's joyful psychological reactions rather than physical ones. I communicated with Niu through my eyes, and my movements below became more vigorous. With the pressure of the vaginal walls, my penis kept sending requests to my brain to release the floodgates. In an instant, the dam collapsed, and a torrent of heat surged, washing over every corner of that enchanting cave.

My penis convulsed violently a few times before finally calming down.

I lay there for a while, then sat up and used the towel I had placed under Niu's buttocks to wipe her rosy vulva.

"Honey, go get a basin of water." Hearing this, the girl jumped off the bed to get her clothes.

"Don't wear your pants, they'll get wet." She paused, then went out wearing only her top. A moment later, she returned with a basin of hot water and placed it by the bed. I sat naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread. "Honey, come wash Daddy." The girl didn't move, standing there with her head down and lips pursed, watching me. "Honey, come on, the water's cold." I looked at her encouragingly, a smile on my face, and nodded slightly. The girl hesitated for a moment, then shuffled over, squatted opposite me, hesitantly picked up a towel, and gently pressed it against this thing I'd felt but never truly seen. I touched her face, then gently pinched it, smiling, and said, "Honey, that's not right." Saying this, I took one of her small hands and held it to my glans, lifting it up, saying, "See, this down there needs to be washed too." Then, with her little hands, she completely pulled back the foreskin, saying, "This needs to be turned back. Do you see this groove? This needs to be cleaned. If it's not clean, Daddy will get sick." Then she added, "And under the testicles."

Under my guidance, she carefully cleaned each part, so gently and cautiously, as if she knew not to use force in these areas. Back in bed, I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and said, "You're such a good girl. Daddy loves you the most. I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen?" “

Listen, listen,” the girl wriggled in my arms and said eagerly. “Hehe, listen carefully, once upon a time, there was a lovely girl named Little Red Riding Hood…”

This is the oldest fairy tale, and the oldest fairy tale is also the freshest, the most desirable yet unattainable. While telling the story to the girl, I also tried to experience the giant garden in the fairy tale. I felt very young, as young as the girl in my arms. I enjoyed the girl’s body and shared her youth. In this intoxicating moment, I could fall asleep even if I wasn’t asleep. Days passed by, and the happiness continued, but I didn’t forget to start disciplining her: “It’s okay for a girl to play indoors, but you’re not allowed to run wild outside. You have to behave yourself, or I’ll send you home.”

Every family has this kind of education, and the girl must have received it at home as well, but I was afraid that a twelve-year-old girl would easily become complacent. If she showed any affection in public one day, she would be in big trouble. So during the day, I either go to work and don't see her, or when I do, I try not to smile and always find fault with her, scolding and yelling at her. This serves three purposes: first, to remind her; second, to establish necessary authority to prevent her from becoming spoiled; and third, to keep her somewhat restrained during the day so she'll look forward to her freedom at night.

Before, my daughter lived in constant fear at home, but with me, she rediscovered long-lost love, even though this love had many ulterior motives. Her suppressed childlike heart was greatly released. She's still trembling with fear when I'm strict during the day, but overjoyed when I'm lenient at night. She still remembers Zhizhi, whom I mentioned the other day, and often asks, "When are you going to let my sister come?" as if I'm sure I'll bring Zhizhi over. I know that no matter how happy I make her, it can't replace a playmate her age. Plus, she's alone in the shop during the day and can't go out, so she'll feel even more lonely, perhaps not as carefree as she is at home gathering firewood and herding cattle.

But I don't want to hire anyone right now. Hiring someone would mean "business is even better," and maybe then people wouldn't just be verbally jealous, but secretly sabotaging me. Besides, if someone comes, they'll most likely stay at my place. How will my "game" with Niu proceed then? I can't just savor the delicious treat, chew it a couple of times, and then spit it out, can I? I definitely can't do that.

These past few days, all my thoughts have been focused on Niu. Now, things have turned out as I expected. Although I still have many fantasies, I'm not as impatient as before. It's time to consider other issues. Although fucking is intoxicating and satisfying, it can't be eaten or worn, can it? Golden October is the harvest season, and also a busy season. The hardworking villagers, carrying the fruits of their labor, go to the market in groups of three or five. They gather at the entrance of the township government, waiting for the bus to the market, greeting each other loudly, exchanging joys about their harvest.

I was busy too. Sitting in my office, I listened carefully to their conversation, eager to know what they would do after the harvest and what they needed. Business thrives on a market, and market demand often emerges from their casual chatter. Once I had information about their needs, I adjusted my shop's operations accordingly. My shop became bustling. Taking advantage of this, many people came to see what the "scholar" looked like, or inquire if the shop had anything they needed. If not, they would buy it at the market; if so, they would come back to buy it from me. If I happened to be in the shop, they seemed even more generous and decisive, showing their special care and closeness to me. It was at this time that I finally met her, the teacher who directly imparted sexual knowledge to Niu—Zhizhi. It

took about an hour by bus from the township government to the market. The bus only ran twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. If you missed the bus, you had to wait until the next day or walk along side streets. So every time the bus hadn't even come to a complete stop, people would scramble to get on the doors. These days, with so many people at the market, the competition for the doors was no less intense than any ancient siege of a city gate. It was a Sunday, the sun was shining brightly. After eating breakfast made by Niu, I moved a chair to the open space outside the gate and sat down, pondering my future while answering greetings from passersby. Niu tidied herself up for a while and then brought out a stool too. Knowing I wouldn't pay her any attention in broad daylight, she sat a little further away.

The bus arrived, and people surged about. After a flurry of

noise and neighing, the bus closed its doors and sped away. The noisy entrance to the township government building fell silent, leaving only a lone little girl, her shoulders heaving, seemingly crying.

Haha, the little girl was outnumbered and couldn't get on the bus; she was sad. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was rare for her to cry like that.

"Sister, sister~" the little girl shouted loudly, running quickly to the roadside. Suddenly, she stopped, turned back, and looked at me with a questioning gaze. I nodded. The little girl rushed across the road, pulled the weeping Zhizhi over, and stood in front of me. "Dad, this is sister," the little girl introduced happily. I looked up and sized up the little girl's first teacher. The little girl was half a head taller than the little girl, wearing a dark red thin sweater, which, although old, was neat and clean. She wore light blue cloth pants, which were a bit short, revealing her slender ankles. Her white sneakers were grayish, with a small hole on the outside, through which you could vaguely see her round little toes. In her right hand, she carried a bundle, the surface of which was damp, seeping with a clear liquid that dripped onto the ground in thin strands. In her left hand, she carried a large rooster, its eyes half-closed, one leg kicking weakly.

Needless to say, she was taking these things to sell at the market. The crowd earlier had caused her heavy losses; the eggs were broken, and the chicken was almost dead. For an average rural family, this amount of stuff was a considerable sum, no wonder she was crying. I reached for the bundle and the chicken, and said to Niu, "Stop crying, your sister. Dad bought these things. We'll stew the chicken today. Go get some biscuits and play with your sister for a while." I turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Niu was faster than me; she ran into the kitchen, grabbed some snacks, and then ran back out. Normally, I would have taken the opportunity to scold her, but today, with an old friend reunited, I didn't want to spoil her mood. I just smiled and said, "Slow down, don't fall." I carried the struggling chicken into the kitchen and said, "Relieve yourself, the sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reincarnated." "I pulled the knife across its neck, and the chicken twitched weakly a few times before its soul departed. Usually, Niu cooks, but today's dishes are quite good. If I wanted to make something fancy, Niu might not be up to the task. Besides, it's rare to have a playmate,

so I wanted to make her happy. Therefore, I decided to take charge myself. The chicken was quickly stewed, and soon an enticing aroma wafted out.

I opened the bundle; there were about twenty eggs, almost half of them broken. I picked out the unbroken ones and put the rest in a bowl. It seemed like quite a lot; I could stir-fry one, or steam an egg custard. With everything ready, I went out to the threshing ground...

The two little girls, Zhizhi, had already gone from crying to laughing. They were eating snacks and chattering away." Seeing me come out, Zhizhi quickly stood up and timidly called out, "Uncle Cao." I smiled and responded, then told her to sit down.

Zhizhi remained standing there, stammering, "Uncle...Uncle Cao, all the eggs are broken, and the chicken...the chicken is almost dead. I...I only want half the money, is that okay?" Hehe, what an honest child, I thought to myself.

"I'll give you all the money. If you're going to eat the eggs, break them first. And if you buy the chicken, you should still kill it. I'm not a weasel, I don't eat live chickens," I joked. Zhizhi was overjoyed to hear this: "Thank you, Uncle Cao."

Niu, seeing me looking after her close friend, was also happy and said to Zhizhi, "Sister, my dad is the best." Hearing these words from a twelve-year-old girl, I felt very gratified. A simple "good" was far more powerful than a thousand words of praise. It came from the heart, from the bottom of her heart, without a trace of flattery. But thinking about how my kindness towards her was so ulterior motives, I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I chatted with them briefly, then said to Niu, "Niu, your sister's here today, you two go play. I'll stay home and watch over things." Niu was overjoyed to hear this and pulled me away. I called after her, "Take the biscuits with you, don't go too far. Come back for chicken soup this afternoon."

The two little girls skipped away, and I sat alone by the door, feeling utterly bored. Occasionally I'd go in to check on the chicken soup on the stove. There was almost nothing to do. I felt the loneliness Niu endured every day, glancing occasionally at the winding road stretching into the distance, silently hoping the market-goers would return soon, and secretly longing for nightfall. Suddenly, it dawned on me—wasn't this what Niu did every day? During the day, she faced loneliness alone, and had to endure my deliberate scolding and reprimands. Did she also feel the same anticipation and waiting?

Although I had often thought about this before, I always considered it from my own perspective. Today, experiencing these unbearable days firsthand, I realize how selfish I've been. I might not be able to shake off the loneliness during the day, but surely I shouldn't deliberately add a cold element to it? At least a little care and a smile could comfort her. She might not want to do what happened tonight, but she has no choice; she has nowhere to escape. I've tied her to my bed with an invisible rope. What's the difference between me and Zhizhi's father?

I ran upstairs, took out the quilt and quilt that had been there for a while, went to my daughter's room, carefully spread them on the bed, then put on a cartoon-patterned sheet. I even pressed it down with my hand; it felt so soft. My daughter would sleep comfortably tonight. Looking at the made-up bed, I felt as if my daughter were sleeping on it: "Daughter, Daddy's untied you. I'll never tie you up again." I still longed for my daughter's youthful body. This feeling was like opium; once you took a hit, you didn't want to give it up. Although giving my daughter the freedom to choose now was ridiculously late, it was better than nothing. Repenting after making a mistake was better than stubbornly holding on. If my daughter chose this side, I would still try to coax her back to my bed, but whatever the purpose, I would never use methods that made my daughter suffer to achieve it. I would find excuses to forgive my shamelessness, but I would never allow myself to be cruel. Dinner was sumptuous. The stewed chicken soup smelled so good it made my mouth water. There was a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of stir-fried chicken giblets, a plate of spicy and sour chicken cubes, and a large bowl of steamed egg custard. I went to the township government and invited the Party Secretary and two other cadres who were staying there. They all lived far away and rarely went home. "Is it your child's birthday? Why so much food?" the Party Secretary and the others asked, puzzled, seeing the delicious food on the table. I asked them to sit down, first placing two chicken legs in Zhizhi's and Niu's bowls respectively, and then briefly explained what had happened while urging them to eat. "Tsk tsk, you have a really kind heart," the Party Secretary and the others praised, even in their casual conversation.

After finishing my meal, I gave the money to Zhizhi, along with two packets of pastries and a pound of sugar. I told her, "Hurry up, or it will be hard to walk after dark. Come visit Uncle Cao and play with Niu whenever you have time." Then I turned to Niu, who was still reluctant to leave me, and said, "Niu, go see your sister off, but don't go too far. You have to be back before dark."

Hearing my words, Niu quickly ran over, and the two little girls walked away hand in hand, disappearing from sight in a moment. When Niu returned, I had already finished tidying up. Niu was a little surprised, as she usually did these things. After closing the front door and giving Niu a bath, I took her hand and led her upstairs to her room, turning on the light.

"Ah," the scene inside surprised Niu. She sat down on the bed for a moment, then stood up again. "Daddy, is my sister coming?" Thinking of this, Niu immediately became happy.

I gently shook my head: "This is for you to sleep on. Look how pretty these sheets are, don't you like them?" But I was really afraid she would say she liked them. Niu's face immediately darkened, and she took one of my hands with her little hands, gently shaking it: "Daddy, can I sleep with you?" Hearing this, I wanted to pick Niu up and rush to my side immediately, but I still pulled my hand away and said: "Niu, you don't understand what Daddy means. Daddy means you can sleep here or here if you want, understand?" After saying that, I turned around and went back to my room.

The sound of the lights being turned off, the soft sound of footsteps—I stepped inside, and Niu followed right behind. "Daddy, I'll sleep here."

A weight lifted from my heart. I hugged the naked Niu, tenderly stroking her as I asked, "Niu, is Daddy good?"

"Daddy's the best," Niu said.

"Daddy never hits me, he buys me new clothes, gives me good food, and plays with me..." Niu earnestly listed my good deeds.

These well-intentioned gestures, though seemingly malicious, were all interpreted as kindness from me. My nose tingled with emotion.

"What's wrong with Daddy?" I asked. Niu didn't answer. I tried a different approach: "Niu, what else would you like Daddy to do?"

Niu hesitated for a moment, then carefully said, "Daddy, can my sister come too?"

"Yes, Daddy remembers. I'll come when I'm done with some things, okay?" "Okay," Niu replied happily.

"...The little girl struck another match, and she saw a sliver of light rise up, turning into bright stars. One star fell, leaving a long trail of fire across the sky. All the stars followed suit, like a rainbow stretching from the sky to the ground..."

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bedside, just like the match the little girl had struck...

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