【Home, Squared】(02) Author: panda86

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(Part Two)

Today is Sunday. Miaomiao went out shopping with her classmates early in the morning, and my wife also
went shopping with her best friend. It can be seen that this mother and daughter are definitely related. They can't stay idle on their days off,
so I was left alone to guard the base camp.

However, this also made it convenient for me to carry out my plan to investigate Miaomiao's private life

, which I had been planning for several days. Everyone says that we should respect children's right to privacy. Parents of children as young as Miaomiao should not interfere too much in
their personal lives.

But since she might have secretly made a boyfriend at school behind our backs, my wife was worried and came up with
the idea of me finding out the situation, which also coincided with my own little thoughts.

I easily opened my daughter's room with the spare key. What greeted me was a whole room of fragrance,
a unique fragrance of a young girl, which slowly disappears as women get older and is replaced by the smell of cosmetics and perfume.

Despite Miao Miao's mediocre grades, her room was impeccably tidy, with everything neatly organized. On the
large pink bed lay a pair of underwear she'd likely just changed out of.

Miao Miao's body was already noticeably developed; the small undergarments a middle school student wore no longer fit
. My wife had bought her adult bras, which usually hung to dry on the balcony, but
I never dared to glance at them.

Now, however, they lay right before me. Touching the soft bra, the small
cups conjured a vivid image of Miao Miao's naked body.

My lower body throbbed with blood; it was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. As I've gotten older, my wife and
I needed a lot of foreplay to get aroused, but now I was surprised to find my erection was as strong as
when I was a young man in my twenties.

They say young girls are the best aphrodisiac for older men, which is why older men
often young women—to find that youthful feeling in them.

I brought the bra close to my nose and inhaled deeply, as if Miaomiao were standing right in front of me, and I
could lick her nipples with a single lick.

No, at this rate, I'd have to "take care of it myself" in my daughter's room.

Right, I'm here to find important information about Miaomiao's early romance; I don't know when they'll be back,
so I need to hurry.

I spent the better part of an hour, turning Miaomiao's room upside down. Her schoolbag was naturally
the , but I couldn't find anything. If she had anything important, she wouldn't
have put it in such an obvious place.

I checked the wardrobe and even under the bed, but there was nothing suspicious.

Wait a minute! My gaze shifted to the large drawer on the right side of the desk. It was the only one I hadn't checked yet
because it was locked. I didn't remember having this kind of lock at home; Miaomiao must have bought it herself.

It seems many of her secrets are hidden in this drawer. I
fiddled with the light green padlock; it didn't look easy to open.

I don't have the lock-picking skills from those TV dramas. I considered calling a locksmith, but this
is my daughter's room, and I didn't want to risk what others would think. So, that wasn't a good idea. All

my efforts today were wasted. I tidied the room up and left, leaving Miaomiao's room.
I had to think of another way.

My child is growing up and has his own ideas. When he was little, I always remembered him coming home from kindergarten and
excitedly telling my ex-wife and me about the fun things that happened at school. Now he's grown up and doesn't
want to tell me those things anymore. He gives simple answers when I ask him anything.

People have this peculiar psychology: the more you can't have something, the more you want it; otherwise, it's like
scratching an itch through your boot —uncomfortable.

I originally planned to discuss a solution with my wife, to see if she had any ideas on how to open the lock. But then I
thought that if she got the key, she wouldn't need my help anymore, and she could handle everything herself.
After much deliberation, I didn't tell my wife about my discovery. Instead, I reassured her not to worry too much, that our daughter was perfectly
fine there was nothing wrong.

Actually, most boys have played hide-and-seek as children, or treasured little

toys . So, based on past experience, it wasn't hard to deduce
where Miaomiao would hide the key.

The room wasn't that big, and I searched almost every possible place; it definitely wasn't
in the room.

I even checked her backpack and other large items she carried every day, but still
nothing . Therefore, I was quite certain the key was on Miaomiao herself, someone she
carried with her every day.

Solving one problem led to another complicated one: how to
steal the key from Miaomiao? It was ironic and funny—a stepfather trying to steal a key from his daughter
was more exciting than a virtual game.

"After dinner, Mom will take you shopping for clothes."

Although my wife is strict about Miaomiao's studies, she's never careless about her appearance. In
her opinion, having such a beautiful daughter means she has to dress up nicely to make the neighbors envious; otherwise,
she'd have to look dowdy. So, while our daughter is a bit rebellious, she's quite obedient and filial to her mother.

"Then I'll go with you later."

My wife and Miaomiao both looked at me in surprise. My face flushed slightly with embarrassment. I'm usually so
polite; I never volunteer to go shopping. They'd think I'd lost my mind.

"What's wrong with you today? You never go when I ask."

"I'm bored at home alone. You and your daughter need someone to carry your bags."

My wife and Miaomiao laughed, not pressing the matter further. They were happy to have me as free labor.

"How about this one... or that one? Is that color too plain?" When

women buy clothes, men usually just wait to pay. They might ask you which one looks better,
but they already know the answer in their hearts. Your answer cannot influence their choice.

"Where's the fitting room?"

Led by the sales assistant, Miao Miao walked towards the fitting room inside the store. She went in for about three or four minutes and
came out again, wearing the denim shirt she had just picked out, looking both dashing and girlishly charming.

The other men who had accompanied their girlfriends to choose clothes were all dumbfounded. "This one
's nice, why don't you try this one too? We've bought all the nice ones."

My wife took another garment from the rack next to her and handed it to Miao Miao.

"Give your clothes to Mom, don't get them dirty."

Miao Miao handed her wife the kangaroo-pocket hoodie she had worn when she went out. I looked at that hoodie
with a .

"What do you think of that one?"

I called to my wife, pointing to a particular garment.

"That one? That one's too mature, not suitable for Miaomiao and the others' age."

"It's not for Miaomiao, I meant it's for you."

"I!"

My wife understood and looked at the dress again, nodding and saying, "It seems okay."

"Then go try it on, since you're already out, you should buy a few things to take home."

"Never mind, let's buy it for Miaomiao today, I'll buy it another day."

"It's okay to try it on, go try it on."

I urged my wife on, and while she was still hesitating, the saleswoman next to her cleverly took the dress and
coaxed my wife to try it on, calling her "sister" repeatedly. I really wanted to
give her the award for best wingman.

In no time, my wife had no choice but to pick up the dress and walk into the dressing room, while I naturally
took the coat that Miaomiao had taken off.

While keeping an eye on the dressing room, I felt around in the pockets of the coat,
checking twice but still finding nothing.

A bad premonition welled up inside me. Two possibilities immediately swirled in my mind: one was
that the key might be in Miaomiao's pants pocket, and I'd have to find a way to get her pants; the other,
more frustrating, was that it might be in the pocket of her school uniform after she changed out at home—I'd missed a golden
opportunity.

The mother and daughter emerged from the dressing room almost simultaneously, two stunning beauties, one
pure and lovely, the other alluring and charming. My head was spinning.

After selecting a few items, the sales assistant was still promoting the store's discounts—
20% off if you bought the pants too. Before my wife could speak, I blurted out, "How about we look at the pants?"

My wife found it strange, but no woman can resist the lure of a discount when it comes to shopping.
The whole process was similar to getting the clothes. With excited anticipation, I
fumbled in the front and back pockets of the pants, but still found nothing. My heart sank to the bottom of the sea; it seemed I had miscalculated.

The rest of the shopping trip became less enjoyable. My wife, assuming I was tired and seeing that we'd bought enough clothes,
took Miaomiao and the rest of us and headed home.

"It's so hot! I'm covered in sweat from walking around for so long,"

Miaomiao complained as soon as we got home.

"Go take a shower and then go to bed,"

my wife reminded Miaomiao, reminding her not to forget to shower first. I sat in the living room, thinking that once Miaomiao went to shower
, I'd have a chance to find the key to her room. I poured myself a glass of water and sipped it slowly, pretending to be thirsty and tired.

Miaomiao took a change of clothes from her room and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile, my wife was in the bedroom
unpacking the clothes we'd just bought. It was like a godsend; if I missed this opportunity, I probably wouldn't have such
good luck again.

Sneaking into my own daughter's room like a thief—I think it's hard to find a father like me in the whole world, especially
a stepfather like me.

Miaomiao's school uniform was lying on the bed. Their school pants were skirts
without , only the uniform had two pockets.

When I reached into one of the pockets, I found a hard, solid object inside. Pulling it out, I saw it was indeed
a set of keys—one for the front door, one for Miaomiao's room, and the extra one was definitely the key
to large drawer.

I had prepared a special piece of modeling clay with me when I came up with this plan, but
after walking around all this time, I had no use for it. However, I managed to find this key after all.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I quickly imprinted the key onto the clay. Due to the pressure, the clay clearly and accurately
imprinted the shape of the key.

"What are you doing in Miaomiao's room?" As if in a TV drama, my wife appeared at the door, looking at me suspiciously,

just as I finished packing and was about to leave . It gave me a fright. "Keep your voice down, let's go back to the room, I'll tell you later." Fortunately, Miaomiao was still taking a shower and didn't notice anything. I quickly pulled my wife back to the bedroom and carefully closed the door. "Didn't you forget that you asked me to check if Miaomiao already has a boyfriend? I was just investigating for you." My wife only remembered this after I reminded her. "Forget it, I'll just ask her myself next time I have the chance. It's not good for a father like you to go into your daughter's room, and it would be even worse if Miaomiao found out." I wasn't sure if my wife had discovered anything, but I had achieved my goal and was happy to relieve myself of this task. Another opportunity arose when my wife and Miaomiao weren't home. I took the copied key and opened Miaomiao's room again. I went to her desk, inserted the key into the lock, and gently turned it. The lock turned. A "click" sound indicated that the drawer had been opened. With a nervous heart, I pulled the drawer out, wondering what awaited me inside. I was startled. Inside were several beautifully wrapped letters; I knew without a doubt they were love letters from boys to Miaomiao . But what truly shocked me was the dark, thick, long toy covered in bumps— wasn't that a vibrator? And hanging from the long cord was the same vibrator I bought for my wife. My God, I can't imagine that Miao Miao, who looks so innocent and well-behaved, would have be that she's no longer a virgin? How could she use such a thing? What else is she hiding from us?

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