【A Dream Without a Trace】(Side Story: The Story of a Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law) (Old Yang's Side Story) (03-04) [Author: xiaoyaoii]

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Chapter 3 A Wake-up Call

After Lao Yang's outburst that evening, Xiao Yun's doubts deepened. She had never seen her father-in-law
lose his composure like this before. In her heart, her father-in-law was like a mountain, standing firm no matter the wind or rain. Usually,
big small matters could be easily resolved as long as Lao Yang intervened. Therefore, she did the housework, but
Lao Yang usually took care of the trivial matters.

It was this feeling that made Lao Yang the pillar of the family and Xiao Yun's greatest support.
Lao Yang's behavior today filled her with worry. Even when her father-in-law had a minor illness,
he would endure it on his own, secretly taking some medicine. If he couldn't hold it in, he wouldn't tell the family. Many times
, they only found out about his illness through neighbors who went for walks together. This made the young couple feel very guilty. Xiao Zhi could only
briefly explain to Lao Yang in person, but Xiao Yun was very direct. She remembered the last time Lao Yang had a fever, which was almost 40 degrees Celsius,
but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. If it weren't for the neighbors noticing and taking him to the hospital for an IV drip, there would definitely have been a serious problem. That
made Xiao Yun cry and confront Lao Yang. But she also knew that her father-in-law was afraid of causing her trouble.
But the more he did that, the more Xiao Yun cared about her father-in-law's daily life. If anything seemed slightly off, she would keep a close eye on him.

She and Xiaozhi felt most guilty about Lao Yang's health. They were usually too busy with work to really
pay attention to his condition, which was why they were so anxious to find him a companion. However, Lao Yang's attitude was adamant and unyielding
, leaving the young couple feeling miserable. Lao Yang's unusual behavior today made Xiaoyun even more uneasy. She was
afraid of a repeat of the last incident, so she kept a close eye on Lao Yang while tidying up.

Lao Yang was no longer in the mood to watch TV. Even when his granddaughter was playing with him, he only gave
half-hearted replies. Seeing her grandfather like this, the little girl stopped bothering him. Children's
eyes are the most insightful; they can truly see people's inner changes. So, this clever little girl
quietly played by herself, occasionally glancing up at her grandfather.

Finally, Xiaoyun finished tidying up and felt her husband would be home soon, so she cooked some more dishes,
put them on the table, and covered them with plates. She couldn't let her husband eat anything heated in the microwave. Xiaoyun,
putting away her apron as she approached, her beautiful eyes filled with concern. She still felt her father-in-law wasn't
unwell, as she had just touched his forehead and felt no fever. But to be sure
, she quietly went behind the sofa and gently placed her hand on Old Yang's forehead again.

Old Yang was in turmoil. First, he didn't know why he was acting so out of control today,
so eager to touch his daughter-in-law. Second, he felt he couldn't face the young couple; the thought of his
son returning soon made him want to run away. While he was still struggling with this conflict, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead,
and the scent of dish soap mixed with his daughter-in-law's body wafted into his nose. The mixed smell made
him dizzy; his already cloudy eyes slowly began to show an expression of ecstasy. Years of
asceticism had made Old Yang's body particularly sensitive. If he didn't have such feelings, it wouldn't be so bad, but
he ulterior motives. Being touched by his daughter-in-law like this initially brought him joy, but it quickly turned into surprise.

Xiaoyun placed her hand on her father-in-law's forehead. She had just washed her hands, so they were a little cold, but
she only touched them briefly and felt nothing was wrong. She then placed her other hand on her own forehead, feeling no difference.
Still trying to figure out what was wrong with her father-in-law, she didn't remove her hand.

Old Yang was in agony. He wanted his daughter-in-law to leave her hand there a little longer, but he was also terrified.
He wanted her to take her hand away quickly, feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof. Even as he was sweating
, his daughter-in-law's hand was still on his forehead. He couldn't bear it any longer. He slightly stood up, freeing himself from Xiaoyun's touch,
and without even looking at his granddaughter, turned and walked towards his room.

"Dad, Dad, if you're not feeling well, tell me! Where are you going?" Xiaoyun cried anxiously, her mind
filled with memories of Old Yang's hospitalization. She ended up addressing him as "you" instead of "you, sir."

"Squeak, bang, Dad, I'm home! I'm exhausted today. I've been so busy all day. Come here, honey,
let Daddy give you a hug." Xiao Zhi returned at this crucial moment, quite coincidentally. After changing his shoes and putting his bag
aside, he quickly walked to the sofa, picked up his daughter who was playing, and said, "Daddy, don't kiss me, it
pricks, um..." The little one, being forcibly kissed, resisted. Xiao Zhi's rough stubble made her
very uncomfortable, and finally let out a long "um," pouting as she pushed Xiao Zhi away with her little hands.

"You're back! Come on, let's eat. I'm going to sleep now, I'm a little tired today." Old Yang didn't dare
turn around , just gave a perfunctory reply with his back turned, and walked to his room without looking back, closing the door behind him.

"Dad, Dad, sigh, put our daughter down first, eat first, I have something to talk to you about later, hurry up,
go wash your hands," Xiaoyun called out twice, but Lao Yang still closed the door. Seeing her husband still
carelessly playing with their daughter, she was a little impatient. Her father-in-law was acting strangely today, but her husband
didn't seem to notice anything, which made her a little angry.

Lying on the bed, Lao Yang was no longer concerned about what was happening outside the door. Today's events had filled him with
fear. That desire that hadn't appeared for many years seemed to have inexplicably reappeared, and it was focused on
his daughter-in-law. His mind was filled with his daughter-in-law's tall figure, her full breasts, her beautiful
face, her pert buttocks, and her straight legs. Even though he felt guilty, Lao Yang couldn't suppress these
images. Trembling, he took out a cigarette, got up to light it, but thinking of his daughter-in-law coming home, he
threw the cigarette away violently. The cigarette pack hit the wall and bounced away. Old Yang buried his face in his hands, his hands pressed tightly
between his legs, an invisible pressure threatening to crush him.

He considered himself a paragon of virtue and morality, but now he was suffocating under the weight of this universally rejected ethical sentiment.
He clutched his hair tightly, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions, yet utterly helpless. Xiao Yun's image
was etched into his mind, impossible to erase, and the ethical guilt he felt made him
want to die.

"What's wrong with me? I finally had a few days of peace and quiet, and now
this happens again. Is God torturing me like this? God, are you trying to make me suffer?"
Old Yang's teeth were grinding together so hard that the pain
was driving him crazy. After what seemed like an eternity, Old Yang suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes
. "Yes, yes, the doctor said it's menopause, and with proper care, it'll be fine. It's menopause, menopause!"
As if grasping at a straw, Old Yang kept muttering to himself. His movements seemed to be
stimulated ; he got up and rushed to the table, frantically
throwing everything out of the drawers like he was digging for treasure. The scattered items littered the floor. He found the medicine the doctor had prescribed, and
with trembling hands, he took out a few pills, not caring how many there were, and
swallowed them without even drinking water.

As he swallowed the pills, Old Yang's spirits lifted. Although he knew the medicine wouldn't work immediately,
his only solace kept him at ease. Strangely enough, after taking the medicine, Old Yang felt
much better. His daughter-in-law's image seemed to fade slowly. The sudden relief made him feel much more tired. Ignoring
the things on the ground, he turned and lay down on the bed, a relieved smile on his face, and slowly
fell asleep.

"Dad, Dad, it's time to get up, Dad..." Old Yang was awakened by a series of familiar
voices . He opened his slightly cloudy eyes, and slowly his vision came into view of his daughter-in-law, Xiao Yun.
She still had that familiar smile, and her bright eyes were even a little shy. Xiao Yun was wearing
the same clothes she wore when they first met. Her face was still so delicate, but there seemed to be a hint of spring in her eyes.

"Dad, get up! Look at the time! The sun's about to shine on your bottom!" A pair of soft little hands
grabbed Old Yang's arm and pulled him up without a word.

"I, I, Xiaoyun, you should be going to work now, don't worry about me, I can get up by myself." With
his daughter-in-law 's help, Old Yang sat up. Strangely, the room was very tidy. "Did Xiaoyun clean it this morning
? How could I have slept so soundly? Sigh, I've troubled her again. She's so busy all the time and still has to take care of me. Sigh."
Old Yang looked around as he got up, and a sense of guilt welled up inside him again.

"Dad, come and get dressed, I'll help you get dressed, hehehe." "What? What do you mean, get dressed? I
did take my clothes off." Hearing his daughter-in-law's laughter, Old Yang looked down. "What's going on? I don't remember taking my clothes off
, how did I end up sleeping naked? When did I take them off?" The current scene shocked Old Yang so much that the veins on his forehead
throbbed. No wonder his daughter-in-law said she would help him get dressed; he was completely naked, not even wearing underwear.

"No, no, Xiaoyun, go out, I'll dress myself, I'll do it myself, don't... don't come any closer!"
Old frantically grabbed at his surroundings, trying to grab something to cover himself, but after waving his hands around the bed
for a while, he found nothing. The pillow was already behind Xiaoyun. "What's going on? Am
I sleepwalking?" Old Yang quickly covered his groin with one hand, feeling his face burning. There was
nothing the only clothes he had were in Xiaoyun's hands. He wanted to take them, but Xiaoyun playfully wouldn't let him
.

"Dad, don't be shy. It's not like we haven't seen it before. Just consider it my way of showing filial piety. Come on, Dad, listen to me, I
'll help you put it on." The daughter-in-law in front of him had a slightly flushed face and a charming expression. She was so close to him, yet she was swaying as she
approached. He was shocked to see that his daughter-in-law was only wearing a small pair of underwear on her lower body and a bra on her upper body
. Watching his daughter-in-law sway her hips and slowly walk to the bedside, he suddenly felt a little
dizzy his head was spinning. "You, you, you..." Old Yang's penis had already broken free of his clothes and
was pointing straight up to the sky, hard as a rock. He was covered in sweat and could no longer speak a complete sentence.
He had been thinking about why his daughter-in-law was dressed like this, but he couldn't think about it anymore. When Xiaoyun came in
front of him and squatted between his legs, the hot breath from his daughter-in-law's mouth blew directly onto his penis.
Even without direct contact, Old Yang felt a strong pleasure.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Your thing is so big, why are you being so restless? Come on, I'll help you get
dressed." Xiaoyun playfully glanced at the large, erect penis in front of her, making no other move, but
joking with Lao Yang.

"I, you, Xiaoyun, you, go out, I can do it myself, give me the clothes."
Lao Yang, his face contorted, began to panic. The clothes were right in front of him, but he was powerless to grab them.
Now, his lust was overwhelming, and his only hope was that his daughter-in-law would disappear quickly, otherwise, he would truly be
consumed by lust.

Chapter Four: Karmic Bonds

In this world, countless people are reincarnated because of love turning into hate, and hate leading to karmic bonds. This is also a kind of fate, though it is a karmic bond, it
is still more stable than a romantic bond. In today's society, so-called karmic bonds have become a symbol of ability. I don't know if the world has changed
, or if people's hearts have become corrupted.

Old Yang was completely stunned by his daughter-in-law. Even though his lust was slowly beginning to overflow,
he still couldn't face it. This was beyond his comprehension. All his actions
were now being guided by Xiaoyun, and he himself was a puppet devoid of any thought.

"Dad, do I look pretty?" Xiaoyun actually stood up again, swaying her hips and slowly smoothing her hair, every smile and gesture
exuding charm.

"Ah~ I~" Watching his daughter-in-law, practically naked, begin to move her body back and forth before him
, her full, snow-white breasts swaying with each movement, her slender, soft arms
even began to touch Old Yang's hair, gently stroking it. Slowly, Old Yang's face seemed to be touching
his daughter-in-law's waist. This impact made Old Yang feel a heat in his lower abdomen, a numbness in his spine, and his entire body was soaked in
sweat .

"Dad, haven't you always wanted to touch me? Come on, let me let you touch me as much as you want." Xiaoyun stopped her coquettish poses and
squatted down in front of Lao Yang's penis again. She even blew on it a few times, the warm breath carrying
her body's fragrance, making Lao Yang's fingers unable to move.

As if frozen in place, Lao Yang's eyes no longer held fear or self-reproach, only the presence of that living person...
He was filled with longing. He didn't know what his daughter-in-law wanted to do, but the words "touch as much as you want" made him feel that his wish
was about to be fulfilled. Wasn't his painful endurance all for the sake of personally experiencing his daughter-in-law's body
? Wasn't it for truly possessing her? The answer was already in Old Yang's heart, but he
dared not touch her now.

"Dad..." Xiaoyun's hands pulled Old Yang's hand, slowly moving it to near her breast.
"Almost there, almost there, I'll be able to touch it soon." Old Yang's eyes were burning with desire. He longed
to touch that place he had always yearned for, but the distance of just raising his hand felt like an eternity
. As his hand got closer and closer, almost touching his daughter-in-law's breast, Old Yang's
penis actually began to throb. An extreme stimulation brought him to the peak of pleasure.

"Dad, what are you and Xiaoyun doing?" "Ah~ I, I didn't, I~" A familiar scolding voice
instantly pulled Old Yang from his lust. It was his son's voice. He slowly looked up at
his son, Xiao Zhi, who stood calmly at the door, asking without expression, as if he were just an observer
. Everything happened in a flash, so suddenly. The moment Old Yang saw his son,
his lower body suddenly began to ejaculate, streams of semen gushing from his penis with the force of a torrent.

Old Yang looked at his son in horror, then turned to look at Xiaoyun, who had just been holding his hand,
and had just forcefully ejaculated in front of them. Xiaoyun, her face covered in white fluid, was now pitiful,
all her previous alluring expression gone, while his son's face was even more ashen as he slowly began to walk towards him.

"Ah..." Old Yang jolted awake, sitting up, his whole body drenched in sweat, his mind
reeling , his ears ringing like a barrage of artillery fire, making him completely deaf to his surroundings.

Pain? Regret? Self-blame? He was completely lost, his mind filled with a
torrent . "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!" Utterly terrified by the scene
, Old Yang retreated to the far end of the bed in panic. Even when he felt the wall blocking his way, he tried to back away.
After what seemed like an eternity, trembling, Old Yang slowly began to regain consciousness. He helplessly
glanced around. His carelessly discarded belongings were still scattered on the floor, and it was only
dimly lit . His son and daughter-in-law were nowhere to be seen at the door.

The dream—a rude awakening—had vanished without a trace, except for his own memory. Slowly
regaining his senses, Old Yang felt as if he had been drenched in sweat. His entire body was soaked,
the sheets damp, and his slightly trembling body, along with his sticky underwear, made him feel
extremely uncomfortable. Upon waking, Old Yang felt a throbbing pain in his head, as if he had just survived a fierce
battle, all his strength drained away.

Time truly heals all wounds. As time slowly passed, Old Yang finally returned to normal,
though the trembling in his body couldn't completely stop. He slowly crawled to the bedside, picked up
the cigarettes he had thrown away, and with slightly trembling hands, took one out and lit it. The pungent smoke
entered his body through his throat, and not a single drop was exhaled. He smoked vigorously until his body
could no longer bear it, causing him to cough a few times. Still prone, Old Yang resembled
a soldier deserting from battle, clinging to a sliver of hope, recklessly enjoying
the stimulation , smoking one after another until his body seemed completely unable to take it anymore. Only then did he stop
lighting more cigarettes, each one extinguished before being carelessly tossed to the ground.

As if sensing something amiss, Old Yang finally slowly turned and sat on the edge of the bed, but the liquid
inside seemed to have begun to flow with his movement. Old Yang, annoyed,
pulled off his pants and underwear together, tossing the underwear, now filled with white trash, into the bin. Looking down at his
limp , he felt a mixture of helplessness and relief.

The bedroom was filled with smoke; anyone looking out the window would think it
was on fire, the smoke billowing out in large quantities. Gradually, the sounds of traffic increased,
and the dim sky began to brighten. Old Yang glanced at the bedside table; it was barely 4
a.m. His dream of being betrayed and abandoned by everyone had made him realize the gravity of the situation,
strengthening his resolve.

With his weak body, Old Yang stood up, went to the wardrobe, found a clean set of
clothes , changed, and quietly opened the door to the bathroom. He took a quick shower; the warm water
dripping onto his skin was proof he was still alive. He tossed his sweat-soaked clothes into
the washing machine , then trudged back to his bedroom. But
as he passed his son's room, he glanced at it, then quickly turned away. Normally a place filled with family warmth, it now
filled him with dread.

He went inside, closed the door, quickly tidied up the things on the floor, and piled them all into the closet.

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