【Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream】(Chapters 1-4) Tiger God's New Novel

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Author: baichining
December 3, 2016
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Word Count: 12868
Chapter 1 Autumn
Day The weather in Northeast China is like this. It's only been October, and it's already freezing cold. The strong north wind
is harsher than a knife, and the frozen, black earth is harder than iron.
Every year at this time, the people of Northeast China begin their annual winter hibernation. The fertile
black soil, almost dripping with oil, provides them with a good harvest for the year. Even if they do nothing all winter, like bears hiding in tree hollows
, they never have to worry about food.
It was a rare sunny day. Su Zhijun sat on the cement ground in his yard, carrying bundles of dried
bean stalks and corn stalks into the woodshed next to the gate. Although his family had
natural gas from Russia, he, born in the 1960s, still preferred the kang (heated brick bed) heated by natural firewood.
In his mind, winter and the heated kang (a
traditional heated brick bed) were inseparable, just like the rainy days and chocolate advertised on TV. He believed that not being able
to sleep on his own warm, cozy kang in winter was worse than the end of the world.
"Dad, don't be busy, have an apple first,"
a sweet voice said beside him. Looking up, he saw a petite and beautiful figure
standing before him.
It was his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting. Although not tall—even in heels, she was definitely no more than 1.6 meters—
her small, delicate body was curvaceous and shapely, like a willow swaying by a pond in spring, her beauty
beyond description.
Today, she wore a white blouse with a floral pattern on the chest, paired with a red
and black checkered sherry skirt. Her slender, shapely legs were tightly encased in light flesh-colored leggings, and
the high slit in the skirt constantly stimulated Su Zhijun's visual senses.
She had a sweet and lovely baby face, and when she smiled, two
adorable dimples would appear on her face. Her waist-length hair was neatly tied into a single ponytail,
radiating a healthy sheen in the sunlight.
Su Zhijun was somewhat moved, and he unconsciously recalled a
saying his comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, had once said: "Tall women are suitable for lying on the bed, while short women are suitable for being held on one's lap and
played with."
Thinking of his comrades' risqué jokes from years ago, Su Zhijun felt a surge of heat in his heart. His
wife had been dead for almost three years, and in those three years, his desires had been like a flood blocked by a dam
. Even the slightest inappropriate scene on television stirred a powerful urge
within him. Shaking his head forcefully, he suppressed the urges, sighed heavily, and
took the apple Shu Ting offered.
Because of her regular skincare routine and lack of physical labor, her hands were slender and white;
through her fair skin, the light blue veins were clearly visible.
Such a woman was beautiful, but frankly, she wasn't Su Zhijun's ideal daughter-in-law.
Rural people valued fertility; when choosing a woman, she had to have a large bottom, round breasts, and most importantly, she
had to be tall—only then would their offspring not grow up to be short and stocky.
Most importantly, this woman wasn't from Northeast China, but from a water town in southern China. She had traveled thousands of miles to this
impoverished and remote place. Could she really adapt to life here?
This area is where the Greater Khingan Mountains and Changbai Mountains meet. The fertile black soil is concentrated on relatively gentle
slopes, with distant primeval forests nearby. Due to its remoteness, the village is sparsely populated,
making the land resources exceptionally abundant.
The Su family is the village's most notorious richest family. After years of free cultivation, Su Zhijun owns
over 300 mu of land. His annual income from corn alone is around one million yuan. Having become wealthy, he
built a two-story house, and his surplus money was given to his brother-in-law in the county town to run a
transportation team specializing in industrial transport.
After graduating from university, his son, not wanting to return to farming, worked in Beijing for three years. During those three years
, he secretly married Shu Ting behind his then-wife's back.
Beijing is developed enough, but it's not a place for everyone to settle down. His son and daughter-in-law seemed to have a decent income
, but even if they didn't eat or drink, their combined salaries wouldn't be enough to buy a single square meter of housing.
Eventually, the son developed stomach problems due to the pressure and overwork. This serious illness made him realize
his future in Beijing was bleak. After being discharged from the hospital, he immediately took his wife back to the land that had nurtured him
for over twenty years.
He had always been a very career-oriented person. Upon returning home, he immediately went to the county town to find his uncle.
The two hit it off immediately, and he stayed with the trucking company to help develop new business. Within six months, the trucking company
was thriving.
The only regret was that his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting, had suffered. In Beijing, she was supposedly involved in some kind of
HR business—a high-end profession.
He really didn't know where else in this black soil could such a thing be used, except in Beijing, a place Old Su considered utterly outrageous.
Since her previous work experience was useless, she had no choice but to stay at home. Fortunately, the Su family was large and wealthy
, and they didn't need her. The conditions at the motorcade were tough, and her son couldn't bear to see her suffer with him, so he
simply left her with Old Su. She could also help take care of him, which was definitely a win-win situation.
"Dad—eat some fruit!"
Seeing that Old Su remained silent, Shu Ting simply coaxed him, drawing out her words, and grabbed
his rough hand with her snow-white little hand, swaying it rhythmically.
This girl, even though she was already married, still had the same innocent and lovely personality as when she was a daughter, and
she loved to act coquettishly in front of him.
"Okay, okay, eat some fruit."
Shu Ting's coquettish voice snapped Old Su out of his reverie. He smiled, took
the apple she offered, and took a large bite.
"Dad, the seasons are almost changing, eat more fruit so you don't get a sore throat,"
Shu Ting said with a beautiful smile. Her lovely oval face was fair and delicate, adorned with charming dimples.
Even the most hard-hearted person would be captivated by her.
Because the weather had turned cold, Shu Ting, who lived in the south year-round, had donned a white turtleneck
sweater under a pink snowflake-patterned cocoon coat.
However, true to her fashion sense, she wore only
black sheer pantyhose, through which her fair and shapely legs were clearly visible.
Over the pantyhose, she wore a beige skirt with black polka dots. The overall look,
though simple, perfectly showcased her dignified elegance combined with a playful charm
.
Looking at Shu Ting, who seemed like a little elf, Su Zhijun couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
Northeast China is a nurturing place; as long as you're hardworking and strong enough, the resources bestowed by heaven are enough to
ensure a comfortable and worry-free life.
However, while enjoying this abundance, the thing that troubled Su Zhijun most was probably his domestic life
.
His wife had been dead for almost three years now, and only
he knew the loneliness and hardship of those three years living alone.
He still stood like a strong bull, a towering 1.9 meters tall with muscles
harder than pig iron; even a grown man wouldn't be able to match his stature.
Such a strong body, yet lacking the nourishment of a woman, naturally caused him unimaginable suffering
.
This is precisely why Su Zhijun is now like a bull in heat (local dialect: referring to mating
season). He won't
rest until he's stared intently at any woman, regardless of her looks, with bloodshot eyes.
To avoid trouble, Su Zhijun tries his best to find things to do to kill his
excess energy: farming, hunting, playing cards, chess, and recently, even learning to use a computer
to chat with his former comrades on QQ and play chess online.
Although his days are indeed filled with trivial matters, at night, his heart still burns like
a fire. From the moment he goes to bed until he wakes up the next morning, his enormous penis remains rock hard
.
Su Zhijun is absolutely certain that his penis is indeed hard, because he has made real comparisons.
Back in the army, because of his good skills and marksmanship, he once served as a bodyguard for his superiors.
Back then, conditions in the army weren't very good. Officers below the regimental level generally didn't have cars and
relied on horses for transportation. As the regimental commander's confidant, the task of tending the horses fell to Su Zhijun.
Often mocked for having a "horse penis," Su Zhijun one night
compared his long member to the commander's magnificent horse.
The result was that his penis was even longer than a horse's penis by a finger joint, and not only
in length, but even the glans, as large as a duck egg, was almost the same thickness.
"Dad, eat slowly."
Su Zhijun was awakened from his past memories by Shu Ting's soft voice. A little embarrassed, he lowered his head and
quickly finished the apple in his hand.
"Dad, she personally cooked our Sichuan delicacy, Mao Xue Wang! Come and try her cooking
!"
Shu Ting smiled, took Su Zhijun's hand, and skipped and hopped like a bird soaring in the sky
to the dining room.
Chapter Two: Incestuous
Relationship The copper pot on the alcohol stove steamed, its bright red broth, mixed with various tripe and vegetables,
exuding an enticing aroma.
Su Zhijun ate, sweating profusely, constantly praising his daughter-in-law's cooking skills.
The fatigue of the day seemed to disappear along with the delicious food.
"Dad, eat more. It's so cold. Eat more hot and spicy food so your body won't accumulate yin energy,"
Shu Ting urged Su Zhijun, her delicate, white hands constantly placing cooked food
into his bowl. Her gentle and virtuous demeanor was just like his deceased wife.
Su Zhijun felt a warmth in his heart, eating heartily the meat and vegetables in his bowl, constantly
praising his wife's cooking skills and thoughtfulness. He truly wondered what good fortune his son had accumulated in his past life
to marry such a sensible wife.
Shu Ting blushed at Su Zhijun's praise, her small, white hands resting nervously on her knees.
"Dad, he's not as good as you say. To be honest, Haoming doesn't like these things. If it weren't
for you, I wouldn't have anywhere to show off my skills."
His son had been spoiled since childhood. Besides studying, his health was extremely weak, and he was
very picky about food. He wouldn't even bother to look at many common vegetables in the market.
Due to his weak spleen and stomach, the little guy was particularly averse to spicy food. Every time he ate it, he would have
diarrhea for two or three days. There was nothing he could do; Old Su, who was born with a love for spicy food, could only try to avoid eating spicy food when eating with him
. Even when he did eat it, he could only prepare a jar of fried chili oil for flavor.
Old Su ate the meal quite comfortably. With at least half a jin of liquor with each meal,
a flush of drunkenness appeared on Old Su's dark face.
Following his usual routine, every day after lunch he would return to his room and
play a game of chess on the computer with his old comrade-in-arms. After digesting his food, he would lie down on the bed and sleep for an hour,
and the alcohol would naturally wear off.
"Dad, you go to sleep. I'll take care of clearing the table and washing the dishes,"
Shu Ting volunteered to Old Su.
Old Su nodded in satisfaction. Initially, he had strongly opposed
his daughter-in-law's marriage because of her height. However, after spending nearly a month together, he discovered that she was not only beautiful and dignified, but
also gentle and sensible, always helping him with housework without hesitation. Unconsciously, he had developed
a deep affection for her.
However, his old comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, didn't appear on the computer as promised; his QQ avatar was
grayed out.
Bored, Old Su simply used the method he had just learned from his daughter-in-law to access Xiucai's personal space.
To his considerable annoyance, the damned old man had actually password-protected his space.
"At his age, still spouting the same old nonsense. He thinks setting a stupid password will stop me from seeing
what's inside?"
With a disdainful snort, Old Su then skillfully began typing in a string of numbers.
As old partners from decades ago, he and Xiucai had played similar games countless times
.
Back then, the scholar was a political instructor in the army, working alongside his regimental commander. The scholar was always a bit eccentric, 　　meticulously locking away
top-secret documents from above in a safe. 　　However, he had a peculiar habit: his six-digit passwords were always predictable. His 　　longtime partner, Su Zhijun, loved to secretly crack the scholar's passwords and open the safe. 　　The scholar had lost count of how many times he'd argued with him about this, even threatening to send him to court 　　, yet the scholar persisted. 　　This time, however, the scholar's password was indeed quite well-hidden. Su Zhijun tried several of the scholar's usual 　　passwords without success. 　　Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Zhijun: he remembered the mailbox number the scholar used to correspond with his wife 　　. 　　That mailbox number was also six digits, a favorite of the scholar's in his letters home and family-related 　　documents. 　　Su Zhijun entered the password, and Xiucai's QQ space immediately appeared before him. 　　At the very top was a video. 　　Su Zhijun clicked on the video, and its content shocked him so much he could hardly close his mouth. 　　In a dimly lit bedroom, Xiucai sat naked on the bed, and on top of him, a completely naked 　　woman was frantically twisting her waist, her joyful moans filling the air. 　　"Dad, I'm so beautiful! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now!" 　　The woman looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, the most alluring and beautiful 　　time of a woman's life. She had a slender figure, her skin was fair and translucent like flawless white jade, her waist was incredibly thin 　　, and her long, flowing hair, like willow branches swaying in the wind, rhythmically moved in sync with Xiucai's frenzied movements. 　　Watching the scholar, under the woman's tenderness, become like a tireless pile driver, Su Zhijun suddenly 　　felt a rush of alcohol to his head, his whole body burning with heat. He quickly turned off the video. 　　Although the video was off, the scenes in it continued 　　to flash through Su Zhijun's mind like a movie, making his mouth dry and his penis almost bursting out of his pants 　　. 　　After panting heavily for a while, Su Zhijun finally came to his senses, rubbed his slightly drunken eyes, and 　　continued looking at the scholar's social media profile. 　　Apart from the video, the scholar's profile was almost entirely filled with text records, all recording 　　his feelings while speaking. 　　Carefully reading the scholar's posts, the more old Su read, the more shocked he became. By the end, the smell of alcohol 　　emanated from his body along with a bead of sweat on his forehead. 　　This old man, the scholar, was not only having an affair with a young woman, but what was even more unbelievable was that this young woman was actually 　　his own daughter-in-law! 　　Even at his age, Xiucai couldn't shake his 　　habit of recording everything in writing, like a diary. He 　　documented the entire process of his affair with his daughter-in-law in his social media posts. It's no exaggeration to say that Xiucai's posts were essentially a living 　　history of incest between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law. 　　Looking at those obscene records, Old Su felt his breathing become heavier than an ox's 　　, and he could clearly hear his heart pounding. 　　Perhaps due to the alcohol, a thought suddenly popped into Old Su's mind that he wouldn't normally 　　dare to consider. 　　Following the method his son had taught him for creating TXT ebooks, Old Su copied Xiucai's records, from 　　morning to night, into a document file on his computer. Then, he plugged his phone into a USB 　　cable and copied the documents into his own phone. 　　He usually enjoyed reading old books, whether it was *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* or 　　classic works like *The Red Lantern* and *Red Crag*, he never tired of them, almost to the point of being inseparable from them. 　　His son, Haoming, felt that having so many books in his room was inconvenient, so he simply transferred them all 　　to his phone. To avoid constantly bothering his son, Old Su eventually learned 　　how to transfer the books to his phone from him. 　　Lying on his bed, Old Su held his phone, carefully reading this story of incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, his emotions unconsciously 　　reaching a fever pitch. 　　The scholar, being a writer by trade, had a mastery of language, and 　　the descriptions of the intimacy between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were incredibly vivid and lifelike. Even though Old Su's 　　head was somewhat clouded by the smell of alcohol, he still felt as if he were there. 　　His penis, fueled by suppressed lust, had reached its peak, 　　painfully constricted by his tight pants. 　　Having reached the point of no return, he decided to stop holding back, quickly pulling down his 　　pants. His rough hands grasped his already erect penis, and he began to stroke it vigorously.

Feeling his penis nearly swollen to its limit in his palm, Su Zhijun simply closed his eyes, and
an incredibly erotic image involuntarily appeared in his mind.
A petite and lovely jade body, with skin as white and translucent as a perfect jade sculpture, so tender it seemed one could
squeeze water from it, was straddling him, wildly twisting her waist.
The beauty's skin was smooth and delicate, and her peach garden was already dripping wet. As his penis
thrust in like a spear, the tender and tight little hole enveloped his glans, which was almost as
thick as a duck egg, without any gaps. And that delicate body, seemingly unable to withstand the onslaught,
swayed wildly with his movements, like a willow swaying in a storm.
The more he recalled the scholar's words in his mind, the more real this feeling became. Finally, Old
Su could no longer hold back, and a thick stream of semen, reeking of alcohol, gushed out with the movement of his hand.
Perhaps because his penis was so large, even though Old Su was almost sixty, his semen volume was still
many times greater than that of an average person; the amount of semen ejaculated in one go was enough to fill half an enamel teacup.
With the eruption of that thick semen, Old Su's body collapsed weakly onto the bed, and
suddenly, a charming yet mischievous face flashed through his mind.
Chapter Three: The Gap
Thinking that that beautiful face actually belonged to his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting, Old Su suddenly shuddered, and
the smell of alcohol on his body vanished instantly.
"You old lecher, what are you thinking? That's your daughter-in-law, your own daughter-in-law
!"
He slapped himself hard across the face, cursing himself viciously in his heart, his heart
filled with guilt towards his daughter-in-law and shame for his shameful thoughts.
"Dad, are you asleep? I saw you drank a bit too much at noon, so I made you some tea."
His daughter-in-law's gentle, sweet voice rang out just then at Old Su's door, making him feel even more ashamed.
At the same time, those sinful thoughts from before quietly resurfaced.
His daughter-in-law was sweet and pure-looking, and so gentle and generous. If he had been born twenty years later,
he might have even had a good fight with his son.
"Dad, are you asleep?"
His daughter-in-law's sweet and charming voice rang out again, like a spring breeze, wildly stirring Old Su
's long-dormant desires.
He discovered that his recently roused penis had become erect again upon hearing his daughter-in-law's voice
.
To cover his embarrassment, Old Su quickly grabbed the quilt from the other side of the kang (heated brick bed)
and completely covered himself before speaking in a muffled voice.
"Okay, come in."
Hearing Old Su's voice, Shu Ting pushed open the door with her small, snow-white hands and entered carrying a tea tray.
The afternoon weather was still very hot. Shu Ting had changed out of her sweater and leggings and was now
wearing a snow-white casual shirt with lace detailing on the upper arms and neckline, revealing glimpses of her fair skin
. Paired with a printed short skirt, she looked every bit the elegant yet graceful fairy.
Old Su swallowed hard, his throat dry. His penis, which he had finally managed to calm down,
was now erect again.
"The alcohol was too strong today. I'm a little dizzy and need to lie down for a while. You can leave now."
To avoid his daughter-in-law seeing him in such a state, Old Su could only stiffly try to shoo her out of
his room.
"Dad, you're not young anymore, and the grain liquor from Northeast China is quite strong. Please drink less in the future,"
Shu Ting gently comforted him. Her kind words reminded Old Su of his deceased wife.
How long ago it had been, his wife had been just as gentle as Shu Ting, softly advising him not to do
things that were bad for his health.
Unfortunately, he was too stubborn, always causing her pain, until she finally
succumbed to illness and passed away. Only then did he realize how much he had wronged her over the years.
In that instant, Old Su suddenly felt that Shu Ting and his deceased wife seemed to completely overlap
.
"Don't worry, I will never drink again,"
Old Su said to Shu Ting, each word a vow he would never break
.
"Dad, look at you, the older you get, the more childish you become."
Shuting thought he was being stubborn, so she quickly placed the tea tray in
front of Old Su, half-coquettishly and half-reproachfully, and sat down beside him.
Perhaps due to his early military service, Old Su possessed a natural, imposing
authority, coupled with his robust physique, which instilled a natural fear in Shuting.
Because of this, Shuting, who naturally had a playful, childlike nature, would often
speak to him in a coquettish voice when he was stern, which
would immediately soften his expression.
However, after living with him for a while, Shuting discovered that her father-in-law
doted on her like a little daughter, and acting coquettishly in front of him became a habit.
Her soft body gently rested against Old Su's legs, her delicate frame nestled like a cat against his lap covered by a blanket
.
"Little girl, Dad wasn't joking, I meant it."
Old Su lovingly stroked Shu Ting's silky smooth hair, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.
"To be honest, your mother and I argued countless times about drinking back then, when she was alive.
It was all my fault for being so weak-willed; I just couldn't control my mouth."
"Dad, the past is the past. The most important thing for us now is to look forward. There's still a
long road ahead. Even if Mom's gone, you still have me."
Shu Ting reached out her small, snow-white hand, gently stroking Old Su's stubble-covered face,
a thin layer of mist settling over her bright eyes.
Her hands were soft, as soft as willow branches swaying gently in the spring breeze, completely enveloping Old Su
in a deep fog of desire.
Slowly closing his eyes, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils; Old Su knew this fragrance came from
his daughter-in-law.
Feeling the softness of Shu Ting's jade-like hands and smelling her body's fragrance, Old Su's manhood once again uncontrollably
swelled to its limit. His heart, empty and desolate from the influence of alcohol, felt as if a raging fire was burning within it
.
That fire burned brighter and brighter, ultimately conquering Old Su completely by desire. He recklessly pulled Shu Ting's tender
body into his arms, pressing his old face tightly against her smooth, delicate cheek, frantically rubbing it against her
.
"Girl, you're so good."
"Dad, I know Mom's gone, and you're heartbroken. After all, we've been married for so many years. From now on, if you
have anything that's bothering you, just tell me."
Kind-hearted Shu Ting assumed he was just drunk and inexplicably missing his deceased wife.
She quickly reached out and hugged his neck, nestling her body against his chest, softly comforting him.
As his daughter-in-law's body embraced him, Old Su clearly felt his previously softened penis rise again
, seemingly about to break free of his physical limitations and explode completely.
The alcohol that had accumulated in his body was fermenting wildly, as if it would turn into a raging fire, burning him to ashes.
To alleviate the pain, Old Su rested his head on Shu Ting's shoulder, shamelessly inhaling
the faint fragrance emanating from her body. His enormous penis rubbed heavily against her firm,
pert buttocks through the blanket covering them.
"Dad...you..."
Shu Ting felt the strange sensation in Old Su's lower body, her pretty face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She wrapped her snow-white arms tightly around Old Su
's body, her large, firm breasts, though not large,
rubbing against his strong chest.
Old Su, aroused by her friction, unleashed his desire, pressing Shu Ting's delicate body beneath him without a word
. His rough hands frantically rubbed against her flesh-colored stockings.
"I want it, I want it..."
Old Su shouted frantically, his calloused hands tearing
a large rip in Shu Ting's thin, sheer stockings.
"Dad, what are you doing? I'm your daughter-in-law!"
Shu Ting cried out in panic, frantically pushing away Old Su's hands, clutching her torn stockings,
and running out the door, leaving Old Su alone in the room, stunned.
The alcohol in his body turned into hot sweat, which was released through his pores. Old Su's mind
became incredibly clear, and an indescribable deep remorse made him slap himself hard across the face
.
"Su Zhijun, Su Zhijun, how could you be so foolish? Shu Ting, as your daughter-in-law, is cheerful, gentle,
generous, mischievous, sensible, and filial—she possesses almost all the virtues a good daughter-in-law should have.
How could you do such a heinous thing to such a good woman?"
As a well-known wealthy man in the surrounding villages, Old Su was also a highly respected figure. He enjoyed
being worshipped and held in high esteem. If this shameful affair were to spread, he
truly didn't know how he would face those around him.
Filled with guilt and fear, Old Su spent the entire afternoon hiding in his room, too
ashamed to face anyone. Several times, he wanted to knock on Shu Ting's door, apologize, and explain what had happened that day.
But each time he got up, he was shocked to find that he truly had no idea
what to say to Shu Ting.
Time passed quickly, and it was dinnertime. Old Su was anxiously thinking of a way
to explain things to Shu Ting when Shu Ting's gentle, comforting voice
rang out at the door.
"Dad, you're not feeling well, so I specially made you a
fish soup to help you sober up, using our southern cooking method. Please eat it while it's hot."
Shu Ting's voice sounded a little hoarse, clearly carrying a forced
calm as she tried to smooth things over.
Old Su was overjoyed. It seemed that Shu Ting was truly understanding; she knew he
didn't want that shameful affair to be exposed, and judging from her expression, she was clearly trying to restore their relationship.
"Shuting, you're such a virtuous and good girl. With you taking care of me, I think your mother-in-law in heaven
would be extremely gratified."
Hearing Shuting's kind voice, Old Su's heart was filled with deep guilt and gratitude, and
hot tears welled up in his eyes.
"Girl, don't worry, Dad promises you, even if Dad dies, I will never let you suffer
any harm."
This was Old Su's promise, and also his guarantee to his daughter-in-law.
"Dad, the alcohol here in the Northeast is too strong. For your own health, you should..."
Shuting didn't finish her sentence, but Old Su clearly understood what she meant. She was afraid that he
would lose control again while drunk and do something improper to her.
"Don't worry, girl, Dad promises you, I will never drink again."
Su Zhijun solemnly assured Shuting.
Chapter Four: Inner Demons
What could have been just a rumor passed by uneventfully, and Old Su and Shu Ting
's life continued as peacefully as ever.
However, Old Su's heart was no longer at peace. Although he had promised Shu Ting he would stop drinking, and he had
truly put his word, actually quitting alcohol, the
articles and videos about incest in Xiucai's QQ space were like a sharp chisel, carving a huge hole in Old Su's seemingly solidified heart.
Desire is like a flood held back by a dam; once the dam breaks, the flood...
It would surge in like a ferocious beast, ultimately destroying the entire dam.
Every night, Old Su would hide in his room, reading the scholar's
writings about his affair with his daughter-in-law. The undisguised sweetness, the thrill of incest—the fear of being discovered yet the incomparably sweet
excitement—was like an incredibly tempting drug, drawing Old Su's heart deep into it.
As he became more and more obsessed with the scholar and his daughter-in-law's incestuous relationship, Old Su increasingly found himself
developing an inexplicable longing for his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting. Correspondingly, there was a
desire that had lurked in his heart for countless years, like a wild beast lying in wait in the night, ready to break free at any moment.
Daughter-in-law Shu Ting is very beautiful. Although not tall, she has a curvaceous figure with a prominent bust and buttocks
. Her short, snow-white legs are also exquisitely curved. Whether she wears trousers, pantyhose, or even stockings, she
can perfectly showcase her alluring curves. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she looks good even with heavy makeup
.
Shu Ting not only has a great figure, but her delicate and cute doll-like face is also incredibly charming. Paired with a pair of
breasts that, while not very large, are round, adorable, and full of elasticity, she is absolutely a
perfect angel, embodying both cuteness and allure.
The scholar's incestuous diary seems to possess a magical power that makes it completely irresistible. The more Old Su reads,
the deeper his desire for Shu Ting grows. In the end, even his sexual fantasies, which hadn't visited him for countless years
, began to reappear.
In his dream, Shu Ting, dressed in incredibly alluring clothes, swayed her hips seductively towards him, then
smiled charmingly, letting him remove her clothes piece by piece. She was then half-willingly pushed onto the bed, where he
wantonly ravaged her with his enormous penis.
Every time he woke from this erotic dream, Old Su's blankets were always soaked with sweat. His body seemed to contain inexhaustible
energy; each ejaculation produced a small bowlful of semen.
To prevent Shu Ting from discovering his embarrassing secret, Old Su bought zippered duvet covers and
laid two extra sheets under him, changing them frequently. Then, when Shu Ting wasn't looking, he would take them
to the outside washroom, wash them in the automatic washing machine, and secretly hang them in his room to dry.
Then, one morning after another nocturnal emission, an evil thought suddenly formed in Old Su's mind.
This scholar had always been his advisor. Back in the army, following the scholar's suggestions
often yielded twice the results with half the effort.
Since the scholar's method had successfully won over his daughter-in-law, why couldn't he imitate
the scholar's approach and achieve the same thing with his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting?
Old Su was never one to procrastinate; once a decision was made, he
acted swiftly and decisively. In just half an hour, he had
meticulously organized the scholar's incestuous notes, writing each point in detail with a fountain pen into a brand-new black hardcover notebook
.
As a former regimental commander who had led troops in Vietnam, he seemed to have returned to his old ways,
meticulously listing the battle plans in his notebook before each campaign, and then
implementing the strategies step by step. For Lao Su, this was the battle plan and strategy, and possessing Shu 　　Ting, both
emotionally and physically , was his ultimate goal. 　　However, the thought of Shu Ting as his daughter-in-law, such a filial and adorable girl, and most terrifyingly, 　　incest—something absolutely intolerable to society—made him realize that if discovered, not only himself but 　　his entire family would be utterly destroyed. 　　For the first time, Lao Su stared at his carefully laid-out strategic objectives, caught in a dilemma. 　　Ultimately, his reason prevailed over his desire, and he locked the drafted plan away 　　in the drawer of his old rosewood desk. 　　But ever since he had that battle plan, Lao Su's heart remained restless. Even though the plan 　　was locked away, he couldn't help but launch an offensive against Shu Ting. 　　The first principle of the battle: to win a woman's heart, you must make her feel close to you and 　　completely accept your lifestyle. If there's anything about your lifestyle that she finds repulsive, 　　you must immediately and completely change it. 　　Shu Ting was very filial and kind. Apart from that incident, her relationship with Lao Su was generally pleasant and harmonious. 　　However, Lao Su knew very well that as a girl raised in the city, Shu Ting always preferred a clean and tidy 　　living environment, and rural life could never truly satisfy her. 　　To get her to accept his lifestyle, Lao Su went to great lengths. 　　He reluctantly gave away all the tobacco and grain liquor he had smoked and drunk for years to his neighbor, Chen Laogou. 　　When his cravings for cigarettes and alcohol became unbearable, he would chew on two pieces of chewing gum that Shu Ting had specially prepared for him. 　　Although he eventually felt the urge to drink, he could only silently swallow his saliva when he saw Shu Ting's beautiful face 　　. 　　To prevent Shu Ting from feeling that the house was dirty, Lao Su spent his life savings to 　　renovate his two-story house inside and out. He installed a huge hot water boiler in the yard and converted the two small 　　outbuildings in the yard into a bathroom and a flush toilet, complete with a ceramic toilet. 　　Although this cost Old Su nearly a year's worth of savings, seeing his daughter-in-law happily 　　tidying up the house every day filled him with immense joy, like he'd eaten honey. 　　Time flew by, and early winter arrived. After a heavy snowfall, everyone in Northeast China began preparing 　　for the winter. 　　The fertile black soil of Northeast China provided the villagers with an inexhaustible supply of grain, various 　　vegetables, and abundant ingredients. As long as they stocked up on all the daily necessities needed for winter before the next heavy snowfall 　　, they could comfortably spend 　　the entire winter on their warm heated kang beds.

October 15th was market day in town. Those selling all sorts of goods knew perfectly well that these few
days were the best time for them to sell and make money. They set up their stalls very early, their shelves overflowing with a dazzling array of merchandise
.
Old Su got up especially early, put on his fur coat, and drove his Steyr truck
through the misty morning fog towards the town market.
Shu Ting sat beside him. Today, she had deliberately worn a snow-white, belted down jacket with
a stylish snow-white fur collar. Her slender waist, fitted long sleeves, and light blue woolen hat
made her look like a college student—pure to the point of being indistinguishable from a young age.
Despite the cold weather, Shu Ting took the principle of "beauty at the cost of the cold" to the extreme,
wearing only light gray leggings. The curves of her legs were perfectly displayed before Lao Su's eyes, and her snow-white
skin, seen through the thin leggings, constantly stimulated Lao Su's gaze.
Looking at the pretty young woman sitting beside him, Lao Su felt like his heart was on fire. His eyes kept glancing at her
beautiful legs, then, as if stung by a bee, he would quickly turn his face away.
Thus, with ulterior motives, he and Shu Ting arrived at the market. Lao Su's penis remained hard the whole way
, and even though he always boasted of being as strong as an ox, he still felt a bit sore in his back.
Seeing the bustling crowd at the market, Shu Ting's previously somewhat dull eyes immediately flashed with uncontrollable
excitement.
Despite being married, she was still very playful, a young woman at heart. Her village was
remote, with only a few hundred households, and she hadn't seen such a lively scene for almost a month
, feeling restless and almost going crazy.
Seeing the dazzling array of goods everywhere, Shu Ting immediately became like a bird released from its cage .
Her small, white hands grabbed Lao Su's, touching and looking at everything, finding everything novel and interesting, regardless of its usefulness.
Bags and bundles filled her hands in no time.
Faced with Shu Ting's enthusiasm, Lao Su silently followed beside her, accepting
the various pretty but ultimately useless trinkets she offered, while constantly handing her money
. Although he was usually extremely frugal, seeing Shu Ting 　　's incredibly excited face
from shopping filled him with immense joy. 　　The scholar once mentioned in his incestuous diary that the most satisfying 　　thing for a man, and the easiest way to make a woman feel a sense of belonging, is to stay by her side, hand her his wallet, and let her buy whatever she wants. 　　Now, Old Su finally understands the true meaning of the scholar's words. 　　---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 　　After traversing countless mountains and rivers, Tiger has finally left his detestable workplace and has resumed his writing 　　career. Compared to a few years ago, Tiger's life is significantly more leisurely. Besides his full-time novel writing, he also has time 　　to continue his beloved erotic literature. 　　However, due to the long interval, "Wolf Love" and "Men at Forty" no longer have the same feel as before. 　　Recently, Tiger has been studying films about May-December romances and has gained some insights, so he started writing "Loving My Wife Like 　　a Dream." Previously, Tiger's writing here has always been lukewarm; this time, he hopes everyone will give "Loving 　　My Wife" more support!

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