【Rural Girl】(01-08) Author: Xiaolingdao

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Chapter 01

I finished my tea, and almost memorized the newspaper. The ceiling fan above my head whirred listlessly. 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
with no particular layout. This room was
specially provided for 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 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. Anyway, there was no rent, so it was good to earn some pocket money.

I drifted along until after five o'clock, time to leave work. I walked out of the office and saw that 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
greeting me .

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 office director in charge of science and education. In everyone's
eyes, this was quite remarkable: "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 immediately came out to greet me. "How's it going today?" I asked.

"I sold over 140 yuan," she replied with a beaming smile. "Hmm, not bad. Go cook some food."
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 here, and I could
operate . Business improved day by day, and someone even did the laundry and cooking. I was 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, who came in. My direct superior.

"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 while chewing on peanuts. "Why didn't we think of opening a shop here
before ?"

"Hehe, you flatter me, village secretary. We used to have to go all the way to the market to buy things. I'm just making things more
convenient ," 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 fairly well, 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 became 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 .

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

"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 if possible. Sending her back
would be a sin. 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 do
n'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 uncomfortable? 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 forcefully:
"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 was relieved, and then...
I went into the bedroom, grabbed a flashlight, and said, "Come on, I'll go with you." Then I turned my back to her so she could get
dressed.

In the countryside, toilets are usually located behind the house, 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. When we reached the toilet door
, I stopped. The toilet was very rudimentary—just a large pit with two planks laid across it. Children often slipped
and fell in, so I shone my flashlight on the planks.

The girl was probably bursting with pent-up energy. She stepped onto the wooden plank, and before I could even put my flashlight away, she pulled down her pants and squatted down…
Between her white thighs, a small pink slit parted slightly, and clear spring water gushed out, making a cheerful gurgling sound.
The sound sent a rush of blood to my groin, and my little brother stood erect, as if eager to
burst out of my pants to meet his destination. My heart pounded like a war drum urging me into battle, and my hands trembled,
as if desperately yearning to touch that smooth skin… My mouth was dry, I was panting heavily, my mind was blank,
and my vision was blurred. A force surged violently within me, urging me to either lunge forward or
run back. However, there seemed to be a force outside my body holding me back, 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 the feeling I had just experienced. 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 little brother still proudly erect. I sighed and helplessly
stroked it up and down, sometimes thinking about my live-in girlfriend from college, sometimes about 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 below, 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 felt an inexplicable urge. Every night I fantasized about Niu's body, and
the image of her half-clear vulva always lingered in my mind's eye. 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 xx years old?" I would ask myself
this question every time I relaxed and lay limply on the bed. However, every time I fell asleep, I strongly hoped that there would be 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 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 give me a slight smile.
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
be made to “get used to.” Every time I made her “get used to” something, there was a strange, stimulating, and obsessive feeling.
The Buddhist scripture *Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra* states: "Question: What is called a demon? Answer: It steals wisdom and destroys
the foundation of the path, Dharma, merit, and goodness." In other words, she can completely destroy a person's wisdom, morality, upbringing, and kind nature,
leaving nothing behind .

Chapter 2:

One day, after dinner, a sudden downpour began. I figured business wouldn't be good, 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 downpour came and went quickly; it 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 if I should 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 filled me with restlessness; I wanted nothing more than to rush into the kitchen and embrace the
body I had imagined countless times. I steadied myself, took a deep breath, went upstairs to pick up my water glass, and
deliberately walked heavily to the kitchen door before 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 : 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 it be that every time she showered, she happened to be pouring 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, so 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 retreating figure, I
chuckled wickedly to myself.

When it was time for snacks, I would call Niu over, first giving her a few, then feeding her directly.
Sometimes it was like teasing a child; I'd wait for her mouth to come closer, then take the snack away. Gradually, she seemed to enjoy this
game, and when I gave her food, she'd practically stick her mouth out.

These ordinary things were like delicacies to her. Whenever I gave her a snack, she was always so happy
and grateful. I'd watch her eat, tease her, and of course, my hands wouldn't be idle either. I'd tell her she ate
like a little pig, and then touch her face; or I'd pinch her bottom. She'd chew
while pretending to dodge. I knew I could take the next step.

That day, after I showered, I went upstairs first and waited quietly. She swept and tidied up, and finally closed the door. Hearing
the door , my heart skipped a beat. I quickly listened carefully to the sounds downstairs. She went into the kitchen, and soon I heard
the sound of her adding water to the wooden basin. A little while later, the sound of water started again.

My chance had come! I happily went downstairs, coughed a little distance from the door to give her a
heads- , and then pushed the door open. The girl was sitting in the large tub with her back to me. When I went in, she turned her head,
and our . She quickly turned her head away again.

I stood at the door and glanced at her back: the girl was a little thin, probably because she hadn't eaten well at home, and whether she was
full was a problem. Seeing this, I suddenly didn't have any wicked desires, but instead felt a little pity. I
composed myself and said, "Girl, where did you put the biscuits?"

From then on, I would go to the kitchen every few days while the girl was taking a bath to get water or something to eat.
The girl seemed to have gotten "used" to it. I would get my things, and she would take her bath. She would say a few words to me from time to time.
I would often feed her a biscuit as I walked past the tub, and she would 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," she said softly, refusing the delicious 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 ; once this first time started, there wouldn't be any obstacles later. 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 while she bathed, 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 even her whole body. Whenever I tried to get her "used to" a new action , she was still a little confused. I would always pretend to be surprised and ask her, "Didn't you do this at home before?" to imply that everything I was doing was normal, just not happening to her. When I suddenly reached behind her and touched her virginity, she was still startled and instinctively covered herself with her hand. I calmly asked her, " Doesn't your dad wash this 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 flesh 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 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." I said, but in my heart, I still warned myself: Thank goodness, I mustn't let her notice anything unusual, otherwise things won't go smoothly later. Under my guidance, Niu got used to more and more things, and we grew closer. But we still hadn't overcome the final hurdle. Although I was convinced everything would happen eventually, it certainly wouldn't be now. Before I knew it, it was late September. In the mountains, September was already 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 those two patched-up shirts. Niu had been working at my shop for almost three months. During that time, 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 Seeing Niu's thin figure shivering in the autumn wind, I felt a surge of pity. I wanted to buy her some clothes, but I was always afraid of what others would say. I guess that's what happens when you have a guilty conscience. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I decided to go to Niu's house, ostensibly to pick up some clothes for her, but more importantly, to gauge her family's attitude towards her and decide on my next move. Her dad was a troublemaker; I might end up getting into trouble instead of getting the mutton. It was a sunny Saturday. I carried two bottles of sorghum liquor and walked ahead, with Niu following behind, pointing the way. I could tell she really didn't want to go back to that house, but she didn't dare 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 then 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! What a rare guest! Please, have a seat!" He then turned 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 eagerly. I sat down without ceremony; after several months as a village official, I had learned a thing or two about putting 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.

Chapter 3.

Shengwa looked puzzled. Seeing me leisurely drinking tea, he didn't dare to ask. He looked up and saw Niu outside the door, and
his face immediately darkened. 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 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 down 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 and didn't say anything. The others echoed my
criticism .

"She's hardworking, good at everything—laundry, cooking, you're lucky to have such a daughter," 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 him Daddy!"

"Ah," I didn't react for a moment, and mechanically declined, "No, no, I can't just
call him 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 ran out in a flash.

What happened? I was somewhat bewildered and at a loss, and couldn't hear what the others were saying at all.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Shengwa led an old man with a white beard back. The crowd surrounded me and led me out the door . I was caught in a dilemma, 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 wooden plank was laid across it. An old man tied a red cloth sash around my waist.
I stood to one side, while Shengwa and Niu stood on the other, holding each other's hands. The old man mumbled some
words I couldn't understand. Then someone brought a cup of tea to Niu. She carried the tea with both hands, walked over from the 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. Niu then kowtowed to me. I pulled her up, untied the red cloth sash, and tied it around her waist. Niu turned around and kowtowed to Shengwa. I
pulled her up from behind again. The old man mumbled a few more words, and the ceremony was over!

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

I understood what Shengwa meant—don't send Niu back, just give her her wages. What kind of person is he? He's like the foreman in
the old "The Bonded Laborer" drama! "I won't hit her. If she doesn't behave, I'll send her back." It
wasn't so much an answer to Shengwa, but rather something I said to Niu. After saying that, I glanced at Niu; she indeed looked frightened. The corn liquor
from the countryside is really potent. The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I got dressed and went downstairs. Niu
saw me and immediately called out, "Dad, you're up? I'll make you some noodles."

Damn, going from "uncle" to "dad" sounds really awkward. In our hometown, we call our biological father "ba" and our adoptive father
"die ." Although Niu wasn't Shengwa's biological daughter, she was adopted and took his surname, so she was considered his biological daughter. The same goes
for stepfathers ; if the surname isn't changed, they're called "Dad," but if it is, they're called "Papa." If a father is unfaithful to his daughter, everyone
will curse him and he'll be struck by lightning; if he's a stepfather, he'll just be a laughingstock, someone who'll call him "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 chilly. Niu wore the clothes I'd brought yesterday—they
were hardly clothes, covered in large patches and so long they went past 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 make pancakes!" she said, heading towards the kitchen. I paused, then realized she was preparing
dry rations. I smiled: "No need, just clean up the dishes and we'll go."

The sun was high in the sky, and the weather was getting warmer. 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 to her. 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 new clothes would attract attention. I then took her through the streets and alleys, sampling various snacks, and we even watched 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, and then you can wear your new
clothes."

"Okay," Niu replied, changing the water in the tub. Without hesitation, she took off her clothes and stepped into the tub. I moved
a chair and sat down 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 endlessly. I forget 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 chatted absentmindedly 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 thin, they were much better than when
she first arrived .

"Stand up." With my words, Niu stood upright in the basin. I
washed her thighs, starting from her round bottom. Her legs were noticeably curvaceous; 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'll improve." After washing her back, I lifted her
hips and twisted her. She turned to face me. My hand reached for her most private area. Niu slightly
parted her legs, and I gently massaged the cleft with my middle finger, repeating the same old phrase: "This needs to be cleaned,
or you'll get sick." Thinking about how I would soon possess this precious place, I felt relatively calm. I only
rubbed it two or three times, briefly feeling its smooth, soft texture, before withdrawing my hand.

After drying her, I gave her bottom a light slap, as usual: "Alright,
go ." Niu giggled, eagerly putting on the clothes I'd bought today, looking very happy.

Information spreads in the countryside in its own way. Within days, everyone knew that Niu had recognized me as her father. The old village secretary
praised me, saying, "You're a kind-hearted child; Niu is going to have a good life with you." I said, "Oh, not at all. I'm just
short of 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 was intensifying, and the temperature difference between day and night was widening. I added two cotton quilts to the bed
and changed to a thinner blanket. Niu was different. When she arrived, it was the height of summer, and since I didn't plan for her to stay long, I
just found two stools and a plank to make a bed, and gave her a towel blanket, half-pressing it and half-covering her. Since she used to
wear few clothes and slept naked, it got colder every day, and the towel blanket wasn'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 . 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 lust, 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 in my mind countless times, 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 ." 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 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.

Chapter 4.

Niu lay there with her back to me, her cold back pressed against my hot chest, seemingly shivering slightly. Fortunately,
I had masturbated beforehand, so although my little brother was aroused, it wasn't overtly aggressive. 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 shoulder and thigh with one hand, complaining, "Look, you're
so cold. Why didn't you say anything? What if you get sick?" Niu 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
what .

If it were just for simple desires, I wouldn't need to go to all this trouble. Going to
her naked 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, and 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, and Niu stood at the door, shyly calling out
, "Daddy."

"Hmm," I replied, "Come and sleep." I moved slightly off the bed, and Niu chuckled, "Daddy, I'm
not cold today."

"Oh, not cold? Then let me tickle you, okay?" Saying this, I started tickling her armpits. The girl laughed, struggling
and saying, "Daddy, no! Hehe, no more, Daddy, hehehe..."

I stopped. The girl's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. After pausing for a moment, 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 the girl's waist again. Instantly, silvery laughter and pleas for mercy rose and fell. Seeing that she was laughing
so hard she could hardly 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 turned to my side, propped myself up on the pillow with my elbow, and looked down at the girl. She glanced at me, puffed out her cheeks, and pouted
in protest. I laughed and said, "See if you dare call me bad again," while roughly stroking her
smooth abdomen and thighs, repeatedly brushing against her pubic area. I'd occasionally poke her lower back,
or lightly pinch her thighs and buttocks, and even give her vulva a pinch. My
expression was natural, meant to show her that we were just playing around, and what I was doing was just part of
the game . She only moved slightly when I pinched or pinched her, as a form of resistance, while I stroked her...
She lay there quietly, a look of joy on her face, a slight smile on her lips. I blew on her face,
and she wrinkled her nose or stuck out her tongue, her innocent expression captivating. 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, go to sleep." I turned and turned off the light.

Don't take rice out of the pot when it's 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 a girl should be the same. I didn't want to
go through all that trouble and scheme 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 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, she would reach the end of her life. Elsewhere,
she might exist longer, but here, she could only live a short twelve years. Thinking of this, I
almost gave up, but the precious place she guarded made me yearn for more. After caressing it for a long time, I lowered my head and
kissed her deeply with complicated feelings, to show my respect and to say goodbye.

I pulled down my underwear and knelt between her legs, pressing my thumb on 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'm going to fuck you." Like you, of course I'm going to fuck you, damn it, what kind of robber logic is that?

She didn't say anything or move, I don't know if she accepted my logic. Since she knew what I was going to do, I might
as well be straightforward and avoid any complications.

I took the lubricant, parted the two petals with my thumb and forefinger, and slowly inserted the lubricant tube into her
untouched cave. Then I squeezed the lubricant in, and when I took 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 grasped my erect
penis, starting to slowly rub it against her pink vulva and clitoris. "Daddy, will it hurt a lot?" the girl asked
softly again.

Hey, I didn't expect this kid to know so much. Since that's the case, I can't rush it. I just happily
wandered , making up lies to tell her, "It doesn't hurt. Sometimes your small body trembles a little,
maybe because you're nervous or scared."

I increased the speed of my rubbing and lied to her, "Look, I've been fucking you for so long, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." The girl shook her head and let out a long sigh, seemingly relieved. Hehe, being inexperienced,
she believed that what I was doing now was what she called "fucking."

"Sometimes it hurts a little if you use too much force," I added. It was a fact that would soon be verified,
so it was better to give her a heads-up first, lest the little girl feel deceived and not believe me as readily in the future
.

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

I held my little brother with one hand and gently stroked her thigh with the other: "How did you know it would hurt?"

The girl didn't answer, so I teased her, "Not going to answer Daddy? I'm tickling you." I reached
for her waist.

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

Chapter 5. The girl's laughter reminded me that talking to her would distract me, and she might feel better

when I penetrated her later . "Who fucked your sister?" "Her dad," the girl replied, "She said it hurt a lot." "Oh, what did your sister say?" My curiosity was piqued; this story was like an aphrodisiac, making me even more excited. "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 fucking her, and she was bleeding." I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't used this method, otherwise it might have left a shadow on her young mind. After a pause, she asked softly again, "Will I bleed?" I didn't answer. I couldn't answer this question. If I said yes, it would deepen her fear; if I said no, she would immediately witness my lie. I just said, "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 this girl from the back hill was probably a very close friend of hers, and the girl seemed to be standing up for her sister. I couldn't talk about her sister anymore; it was all about violence, and I couldn't let the girl relate it to herself. "Have you seen anyone having sex?" I changed the subject, letting the girl think back slowly. While quietly pressing my ready -to-go little brother against the entrance of her paradise, I placed my hands on her knees and slowly pressed down to make her legs spread wider. The girl thought for a moment, looking hesitant, so I warned, "Do you want me to tickle you before you tell me?" She quickly twisted her waist and said awkwardly, "Daddy fucks Mommy." "You're a naughty girl, peeping at your daddy fucking your mommy," I teased with a laugh. "No, that's not it," the girl pouted, "The noise was too loud, I woke up, I wanted to see what they were doing ." "Then 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 while she was talking, I thrust my hips forward, my glans entering that enchanting cave I had longed for. Fortunately, I had 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 pull out, so I made up a lie to comfort her, while stroking her groin and genitals to reassure her. Who said deflowering a young 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, let alone a young 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 much more difficult to do it again later. After a while... I asked her, "Honey, does it still hurt?" "Mmm," she whispered, "It's a little ." Hearing this, I felt relieved and started teasing her again, "Honey, you're useless." She looked at me with confusion, and I continued, "Your mom doesn't cry out in pain." "No, no," she quickly protested, still a child, "Mom's an adult, only little kids feel pain. My sister said the first time was the most painful, she even cried." " And then ?" "Then it just hurt at first, but it got better after a while." She said earnestly. Yes, being tied to the bed and forced into this position, it definitely wasn't a pleasant experience. I started tentatively pushing deeper, and pulled her butt back slightly. "Does it still hurt?" I asked. "Mmm, a little," she said. "Good girl, bear with it, it'll be fine after a while." I blurted out, suddenly feeling so grateful to this lovely older sister; at least she taught her that "it'll be fine after a while!" I pulled my penis out slightly, and the opening immediately closed again as it stretched the vaginal walls. "The unexplored hole is so tight," I exclaimed. But I dared not pull too shallow, lest the thickest part of my penis tear open the newly ruptured hymen again. I looked at the girl; although she looked uncomfortable, she didn't seem to be in unbearable pain. I gently pushed forward again, and the opening was stretched open once more. I slowly thrust in and out, carefully feeling the tightness and warmth of her virginity, fully enjoying the tingling sensation. Back and forth, each time deeper than the last, until finally I encountered her clitoris: a small, hard lump, smooth and about the size of a broad bean. My penis, as if seeing an old friend, approached 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 her legs, and the semen that had accumulated for days poured out. The clitoris, which had never experienced hardship, trembled as it received its baptism… The rice was finally cooked, cooked to perfection. I withdrew my penis with great pleasure, and a thin stream of red and white fluid gushed from the opening, dripping down the girl's buttocks onto the towel. I patted the girl's leg and said, "Don't move, I'll go get some water to wash." Without even putting on my pants, I went downstairs to the kitchen, gazed at the remaining blood on my penis for a moment, then reluctantly washed it off. I brought half a basin of warm water upstairs, then covered the girl 's genitals with a towel and helped her get out of bed to wash. The girl finished washing without a sound and got into bed, pulling the blanket over herself. I then went upstairs, leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and stroked the girl's face with my right hand, saying, "Daddy's going to the city tomorrow, do you want to come?" "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 earlier gloom vanished, and a bright 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 . "Okay." The girl obediently closed her eyes. I quietly smoked, savoring the details of what had just happened. The days to come would no longer be boring; the initial pressure...

Forced to return to my hometown, I blamed fate for its injustice and resented God for playing
tricks on a door, He always opens a window. Thinking of this, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter and thought: This
window is well opened, very well opened! We went to the county town, ate snacks, watched a movie, and I 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 greatly. I was also
infected by her enthusiasm and had a great time, as if I had become ten years younger. I

was exhausted when I got home. That night, I only played around with her for a while before going to sleep. I didn't want her to feel that
going to bed meant having sex and cause her resentment. After all, the memory of yesterday's pain hadn't faded yet, so I wanted to let her injured
area recover a little.

The next morning, the Party Secretary notified me to go to the county town for a meeting. He said there was a study conference on rural education issues
and that I should 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, close the door at five o'clock and don't open it if anyone calls," I
instructed .

The meeting ended at a little past four, still a while before dinner. I wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the Party Secretary,
so 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, aren't you?"

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

"You see, everyone else plays chess or cards after work, unlike me sitting stupidly 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
add a touch of glory to myself.

"That's right, I know it all, but others don't think so." Others are just a few
chief webmasters in the countryside, and I don't take them seriously even if they say it. I know the voiceover of the party secretary. It’s not that I
don’t want to please the party secretary and the township chief, but I don’t know where to start, so I just stop at eating some food, giving some
cigarettes and alcohol, etc. At worst, I don’t charge you to buy things here. After we had had enough

wine and food, the party secretary and I returned to the guest house. The party secretary went to take a shower. I thought about what the party secretary had just said and
considered how to further build a relationship with this immediate boss. After working in the township government for so long, I have also heard some rumors about the party secretary . Back then, he was found to

be having sex with someone else's wife when he was so lustful and stupid . 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 Party Secretary, no one dared to make a scene openly. With the persuasion and intimidation of a few of his trusted subordinates, the family, having received some money and extra favors from the Party Secretary, kept quiet. Later, somehow the county got wind of it, and he permanently lost his chance for promotion. As a result, he remained Party Secretary for over twenty years. Only a few people in the township government knew about this, and I was fortunate enough to become one of them after I became the director. Perhaps this was a way; aren't there four pillars of interpersonal relationships? "Studying together, fighting together, visiting prostitutes together, and sharing the spoils together." I couldn't manage studying together, fighting together, or sharing the spoils, but I could probably manage visiting prostitutes. After the Party Secretary finished showering, I smiled and said to him, "Party Secretary, we rarely come here. This city is different from our countryside; it's quite lively at night. I went to high school in this county and know it pretty well. How about ?" "Sure, sure," the Party Secretary readily agreed. I led the Party Secretary for a stroll down the street, browsing the dazzling array of goods and listening to the loud music, before casually wandering into an alley. This was the county's famous "Hair Salon Street." Chapter 6: I didn't say anything, just waited to see the Party Secretary's reaction. If he wasn't into this kind of thing, we could just walk through and end up at the food street, and I'd say we were taking a shortcut for a late-night snack. As we entered the alley, the air was filled with the sounds of birdsong . I deliberately slowed my pace, secretly observing the Party Secretary's expression. He looked around like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, his mouth agape, seemingly about to drool. "Party Secretary, shall we go get our hair washed?" I asked tentatively. "Hair washed? No, no, I just did," the Party Secretary replied, his eyes still glued to the alluring figures behind the glass windows. "Hehe, it seems the Party Secretary is still a novice." I said, "Then let's go get a massage." I added, "Massage can soothe the nerves and improve blood circulation, which is good for the body. I've been sitting so long in meetings today that my back is aching." I stretched 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, let's do it." The Party Secretary stammered a bit. "Don't say much when we go in. Just let the girls do whatever they want." I instructed the Party Secretary, while picking a girl inside who looked decent and going through the door. The girls immediately came over to greet us warmly when they saw someone come in. It was my first time in this kind of place too. Luckily an experienced college classmate had told us that the more indifferent you are in these kinds of places, 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? Need 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 do you want? You can choose." While helping him decide, the old secretary hesitantly pointed to a girl who was average-looking but had a large bottom and ample breasts. I told the boss to take the secretary to the room first, and I pulled the plump girl behind him, 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 ignored them; 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, you can all play together. You..."

"Waiting here is pointless." The boss's words reminded me. Weren't we "who frequented prostitutes together"? What would the Party Secretary think if he
came out and saw I hadn't done anything? What if he misunderstood and thought 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 in a girl who looked somewhat presentable: "Oral sex without a condom." There was no need for
any preamble. The girl was very skilled and started working right away, squatting in front of me.

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

I looked down at the girl working hard and thought, "If only this were a girl. If she were a girl, I would definitely smile
at her with lust, 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 girl's hanging breasts,
kneading them in revenge. The woman twisted her waist and pulled her chest back, actions that only aroused my
senses. 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 continued to squeeze her breasts while gesturing towards my penis,
signaling to continue.

At that moment, the bed next door creaked merrily; needless to say, the male prostitute was starting to get aroused.
These women's skills were truly convincing. I turned to the woman who was still sucking my penis and said, "You think you're sucking
milk? Can't you do anything else?"

The woman immediately switched to using her tongue. My thoughts returned to the girl: she was small and her mouth wasn't big, so licking should
n't be a problem. As for holding it in her mouth… I racked my brains 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 noticeable. I carefully savored every bit of pleasure, using
her tongue to feel my sensitive areas so I could teach the girls to stimulate those areas later.

Even without the emotional pleasure, the physical excitement had reached its peak. My penis
released energy in the young lady's mouth, which she swallowed mouthful by mouthful.

I leaned back on the bed, instructed the young lady to massage me, and waited quietly. After a while, I heard
footsteps , knowing that the job was finished, so I followed them out, paid the boss, and amidst the girls'
cries of "Boss, come again sometime!", I led the secretary out of the alley to the food street, where we ordered some barbecue and
beer . "How was it? Was the massage comfortable?" I asked cautiously. "Great, great, so the massage here is pretty good
... hiss~." She 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 Party Secretary glanced at me. "I'm over fifty, I've eaten
more salt than you've eaten rice. Don't worry about this kid." Asking him to keep it a secret definitely
reassured .

I moved closer to the Party Secretary. "Secretary, we can't come too often. If we run into the police, it'll be troublesome.
A fine is a minor issue; we'll have to report it." I had to scare him a little first, otherwise, if he got a taste of the benefits, he'd 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 desire for a girl and stayed with the Party Secretary in the county town for an extra night. Seeing his
excited, radiant face, I knew our relationship would definitely be special from now on. If I needed anything,
he would definitely help me out. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"—I can't find a suitable phrase to express my feelings
, but I think it perfectly describes my relationship with Niu. Two short days apart felt like
two years. As soon as night fell, I told Niu to close the door and rest. Once she was in bed, I
pulled her naked body into my arms, eagerly embracing her. Instantly, a jolt of electricity coursed through my body, making me
tremble. I murmured, "My sweetie, I missed you so much." Niu seemed happy and joyful, but also a
little bewildered. She simply let me
hold her obediently, her warm breath like moonlight spilling onto my neck and ears. Some say that breathing on a woman's neck and ears can melt her. Niu
's breathing similarly intoxicated me.

Without our usual playful banter, my hand slid directly to Niu's crotch. Niu's bottom wiggled slightly, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable with
today 's directness. "Have you been good these past two days, Niu? Have you been naughty?" I used my old
trick, distracting her with conversation. "No." Niu's attitude was firm, then she whispered, "Dad,
I'm so scared being alone in the house." Her voice clearly carried a pleading and lingering tone. "Hehe, don't be afraid, Niu.
Dad will go out less often in the future, or Dad will find someone else to keep you company," I teased. "Okay, Dad, don't lie to me
. Let's get Sister Zhizhi!" Niu'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 sister from the hillside who
taught her "it'll be fine after a while." I only learned her name was Zhizhi today. "That won't do.
What if her dad wants to fuck her if I bring her here?" I felt embarrassed saying this. Such words were
fine for teasing adults, but for a fifteen-year-old girl, it was a bit too frivolous.
"No, not at all." Niu ignored my flirtatious remarks, perhaps eager for me to bring Zhizhi over. "My sister's dad
died."

"Oh?" This was unexpected. "How did he die?" I asked, reaching 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 her dad floated into the air like a piece of paper, dying before they could even be carried home. I
gleaned the gist of the situation from Niu's fragmented and somewhat incoherent description, while
applying a considerable amount of lubricant to Niu's valley and cave.

"Dad, be gentle, don't be as rough as last time." Niu made a
request .

"I know," I replied, gripping Niu's slender waist and slowly penetrating her, all the while watching her
expression.

Niu's nose and eyebrows were furrowed, her whole body tense, her waist arched upwards, her lower abdomen deeply contracted,
clearly revealing the already faint outline of her ribs. She was clearly trying her best to endure the initial discomfort of penetration, but
ultimately didn't cry out like the first time.

Without the constraint of that thin membrane, it was obviously much smoother than before, yet still tight; the penis was very gentlemanly.
He slowly moved in and out, as if he knew this was still an immature territory. The tender flesh around the cave walls caressed the intruder with the gentle caress unique to
young girls . As his penis emerged slightly, the flesh quickly closed
; as it entered further, the flesh politely parted, like two excellent waltz dancers, moving in and out, their movements
so harmonious and natural. I praised the Creator's exquisite skill; He had subtly incorporated the feelings of the soul into our primal
instinct .

I looked at Niu; the pain on her face was gone, slightly red, her eyes looking at
me with a questioning gaze. I smiled sweetly at her, using that smile to tell her how much I liked her,
how happy I was, how much I enjoyed doing this with her, and how this brought me the greatest joy.

Niu indeed smiled happily, 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, preferring to share the psychological joy of their partner rather than the physical pleasure.

Chapter 7.

I communicated with Niu through my eyes, and the movements below became more vigorous. Accompanied by the pressure of the cave 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, but finally calmed 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.

"Niu, go get a basin of water." Niu heard me and rolled off the bed to get her clothes.

"Don't wear pants, or they'll get wet." Niu paused, put on her top, and went out. A moment later, she brought up
a basin of hot water and placed it by the bed. I sat naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread. "Niu, come wash Daddy."

Niu didn't move, standing there with her head down and lips pursed, watching me. "Niu, come quickly, 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 down opposite me, and hesitantly picked up a towel. She gently pressed it
against this thing she'd felt but never truly seen. I touched her face, then gently
pinched it, and said with a smile, "Girl, that's not right." I took one of her little hands and held it to my
glans , lifting it up, saying, "See, this part needs washing too." Then she used her little hand to
completely pull back the foreskin, saying, "This part needs to be turned back. Do you see this groove? This part needs to be cleaned. If it's not clean, Daddy
will get sick." Then she added, "And the area under the testicles."

Under my direction, the girl carefully completed the cleaning of each part, so gentle and
careful, as if she knew not to use force in these areas.

Back on the bed, I hugged the girl, kissed her cheek, and said, "Girl, you're such a good girl. Daddy
loves you the most. I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen?"

"Yes, yes," the girl squirmed in my arms, saying 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 my daughter, I also wholeheartedly experienced the giant's garden in the fairy tale. I felt very
young, as young as the girl in my arms.

I enjoyed her body and shared in her youth. In this intoxicating moment, even those who weren't asleep could
drift off to sleep.

Days passed, and the happiness continued, but I didn't forget to start disciplining her: "
It's fine for a girl to play indoors, but she's not allowed to run wild outside. She needs to behave herself, or I'll send her home. "

Every family does this kind of discipline, and my daughter has certainly received it at home, but I'm afraid a little girl of xx years old
can easily become arrogant. If she were to show affection in public one day, she'd be in big trouble. So
, during the day, I either avoid her at work, or when I do see her, I try not to smile and always find a reason to scold her, yelling at her
a few times . This serves two purposes: to remind her and to establish necessary authority so she doesn't become spoiled later. Jiao, thirdly,
needs some restraint during the day so that she can look forward to the freedom at night.

Before, Niu lived in constant fear at home, but with me, she rediscovered
the love she had lost, even though this love had many ulterior motives. Her repressed childlike heart was greatly released; she still trembles at my
daytime strictness, but is overjoyed by my evening leniency.

Niu still remembers Zhizhi, whom I mentioned that day, and often asks me, "When are you going to let Sister come?"
as if I'm certain I'll bring Zhizhi. I know that no matter how happy I make Niu, it can't replace
a playmate her age. Besides, Niu is alone in the shop during the day and can't go out, which makes her 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 someone now; hiring someone means "business is even better," and maybe then people won't just be
envious verbally, but sabotaging her behind her back. Besides, if someone comes, they'll most likely stay here, so
how will my "game" with Niu proceed? I can't possibly expect to savor a delicious treat only to spit it out after a couple of chews, can I?
I definitely can't do that.

These past few days, all my attention has been focused on the girl. 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
things . While sex is intoxicating and satisfying, it can't be eaten or worn as clothing, can it? October is
the harvest season, and also a busy one. The hardworking villagers, carrying the fruits of their labor,
go to the market in small groups. They gather at the township government gate, waiting for the bus to the market, chatting loudly,
exchanging greetings, and sharing their joy of the harvest.

I'm busy too. I sit in my office, carefully listening to their conversations, eager to know what they do after
the harvest , what they need. Business is about finding a market, and market demand
flows from their casual conversations. Once I have information about demand, I adjust the operation of my small shop accordingly.

My little shop became lively. Taking advantage of this opportunity, many people came to see what the "scholar" looked like,
or to inquire if the shop had anything they needed. If not, they would pick it up 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 moment that I finally met her, the teacher who directly imparted sexual knowledge to Niu—
Zhizhi.

It took about an hour by bus to get from the township government to the market. There were only two buses a day, one in the morning and two in the afternoon.
If you missed the bus, you had to wait until the next day or walk along side streets. So, before the bus even came 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.

That day was Sunday, the sun was shining brightly. After eating the breakfast Niu had made, I moved a chair to the open space outside the gate
and sat down, contemplating my future while answering greetings from passersby. Niu tidied herself up for a while and then moved
a stool out as well. Knowing I wouldn't pay attention to her in broad daylight, she sat a little further away from me.

The bus arrived, and people stirred. After a flurry of

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

Hehe, 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 she rarely cried from sadness. "Sister, sister~" the girl next to me shouted loudly, quickly ran to
the side of the road, then suddenly stopped, turned back and looked at me with questioning eyes. I nodded, the girl rushed across the road, pulled
the sobbing Zhizhi over, and stood in front of me. "Dad, this is sister." the girl happily introduced to me
.

I looked up and looked at the girl's first teacher. The little girl was half a head taller than the girl, wearing a dark red thin
sweater , which was old but neat and clean, and light blue cloth pants. The pants were a little 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 wet, seeping with a transparent liquid that dripped onto
the ground 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 ordinary 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 soon. 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, running into the kitchen to get the biscuits and then running 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 took the knife and
choked . The chicken twitched weakly a few times, and its soul departed.

Usually, Niu cooks, but today's dishes were quite good. I figured she might not be up to the task of making something fancy, and besides,
it's rare to have a playmate, so I wanted to cheer her up. I decided to take charge myself.

The chicken stew was quickly started, and soon an enticing aroma filled the air.

I opened the bundle; there were about twenty eggs, roughly half broken. I picked out the unbroken ones and
put the rest in a bowl. It seemed like quite a lot; enough for a stir-fry or a steamed egg custard.

Once everything was ready, I went out to the open space.

Zhizhi had already stopped crying and was laughing. The two little girls were eating snacks and chattering away.
Seeing me, Zhizhi quickly stood up and timidly called out, "Uncle Cao."

I smiled and responded, telling her to sit down.

Zhizhi remained standing, stammering, "Uncle Cao... Uncle Cao, all the eggs are broken, and the chicken...
the chicken is almost dead. I... I only want half the money, 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. As for the chicken, you can still kill it and eat 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, who was standing nearby, was also happy to see me taking care of her close friend. She said to Zhizhi, "Sister, my dad is the best."

These words came from the mouth of a little girl of xx years old, and I felt very gratified. A simple "good"
was far better than a thousand words of praise. It came from the bottom of her heart, without the slightest
hint of flattery. But when I thought 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."

Chapter 8

The two little girls skipped away, and I sat alone by the door, 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 occurred to me, isn't this what Niu does every day? During the day, she
's alone with loneliness, and she has to endure my deliberate scolding and reprimands from time to time. Does she also long
and wait like I do?

Although I've often thought about this before, I've always treated 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, and went to Niu's room
. I 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. Niu would sleep comfortably tonight. Looking at the made-up bed, I felt as if Niu were sleeping on it:
"Niu, Daddy's untied you. I'll never tie you up again."

I still longed for Niu's youthful body. This feeling was like opium; once you took a hit, you didn't want to
give it up. Although giving Niu the freedom to choose now was ridiculously late, it was better than nothing.
Repenting better than stubbornly holding on. If Niu had chosen this side, I would have tried to coax her back to my bed, but...
Whatever my purpose, I will never again resort to methods that cause my daughter suffering. I will find excuses to forgive my shamelessness,
but I will never allow myself to be cruel. Dinner was sumptuous; the stewed chicken soup smelled delicious and 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 are you making so many dishes?" the Party Secretary and the others asked, puzzled, when they saw the delicious food on the table.
I asked them to sit down, first placing two chicken legs in Zhizhi's and my daughter's bowls respectively, and then
briefly explained what had happened while urging them to eat. "Tsk tsk, your child has a really good heart,"
the Party Secretary .

After dinner, I gave Zhizhi the money, along with two packets of pastries and a pound of sugar. I told her, "Hurry up,
it'll be hard to walk after dark. Come play with Niu at Uncle Cao's when you have time." Turning to Niu, who was still
reluctant , I said, "Niu, go see your sister off, but don't go too far. Be back before dark."

Hearing this, 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.

That evening, 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. "Dad, 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, do you like them?" But I
was really afraid she would say she liked them.

The girl's face immediately fell. She took my hand in her little hands and gently shook it, saying, "Daddy,
can I sleep with you?"

Hearing this, I wanted to pick her up and rush to my side, but I pulled my hand away and said,
"Girl, 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 light going out, the soft sound of footsteps, and as I entered the room, the girl followed me in: "Daddy, I'll sleep
here."

A weight lifted from my heart. I hugged the naked girl, lovingly comforting her as I asked, "Girl,
is Daddy good?"

"Daddy is the best," the girl said.

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

These well-intentioned acts of care, which the girl took as my kindness, made my nose tingle with tears.

"What's wrong with Daddy?" I asked. The girl didn't answer, so I tried a different approach: "
What do?"

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

"Hmm, Daddy remembers. I'll go after I've finished what I'm doing, okay?"

"Okay," the girl replied happily.

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

The moonlight streamed through the window onto the bedside, like the match the little girl had struck...

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