An Unquenchable Flame (Part 1) Author: A Mao Lover

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Author: Maoist Clan
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∨ Many significant events occurred in those seven years: Kofi Annan officially assumed the post of UN Secretary-General,
Deng Xiaoping , passed away, the Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River was successfully closed, and of course, the biggest event was Hong Kong's return to the motherland.

The story begins in that year. It was an ordinary summer night. The lazy breeze hadn't worked all day, and
the dusty ceiling fan in the kitchen was desperately flapping its huge wings, but the hot air
brought relief. Sweat poured down relentlessly, oblivious to the fan's hard work. Wen Fei and his family of three
were eating in the kitchen. The dishes were simple: stir-fried cabbage, pickled green beans, stir-fried edamame with diced meat, and a
tomato and egg soup. The bespectacled, refined-looking man was Wen Fei. He was 42 years old and worked at the Xinhua Bookstore in the county. He
was thin, with a square face that gave him a very masculine appearance.

Beside her, with her short, shoulder-length hair, was his wife, Ren Hongying, 41 years old, a textile factory worker. She
was beautiful and slender, but the excessive labor had made her look haggard, and
two gray hairs had even appeared on her head that shouldn't be there at her age.

The other was their beloved daughter, Wen Siyu, 16 years old, a high school freshman. Siyu had inherited
her mother's good genes, being pretty and slender, but her complexion wasn't rosy enough; it was a bit too pale, making one
worry she might have mild anemia.

Ren Haoying slurped her soup and said to her daughter, who was shoveling rice, "Siyu, recently
there have been several cases of hooligans stalking and raping good students in the next city. You must not walk home alone after school; you must
go with some classmates."

Hearing the word "rape," Siyu was extremely embarrassed. Without looking up, she continued shoveling rice and said softly,
"Okay, Mom." Wenfei, overhearing the mother and daughter's conversation, suddenly felt a strange melancholy. In the blink of an eye, his daughter was already sixteen.
The little Siyu who used to ride on his back every day with her sweet, childlike voice had reached the age where men would have designs on her.
Why wasn't he getting old?

Wenfei glared at his wife with dissatisfaction. Ren Haoying was uncultured, spoke rudely, and lacked manners. Her
slurping of soup was very unseemly. She shouldn't have used the word "rape" in front of her daughter; she
could have expressed it more tactfully. It embarrassed the child so much.

Wenfei and his wife lived a hard life. Wenfei earned a meager 600 yuan a month as a shop assistant, while Ren Hongying fared
slightly better, earning 700 or 800 yuan with extra work. After deducting expenses, they could save a few hundred yuan,
but they still had to save for Siyu's university education. Even their color TV was a new purchase before the Lunar New Year. Wenfei
often lamented his unfulfilled potential. He thought that if he hadn't focused too much on humanities in high school, getting into a decent university wouldn't have been difficult. He
was knowledgeable and hardworking, yet he was still just a shop assistant. Next month he would be 42
, and he felt his life would likely remain this way. Therefore, he placed all his hopes on his wife, Ren Hongying, and their daughter. She was a sensible child, intelligent in her studies, quick to learn and apply her knowledge, and well-liked by her teachers. She had also inherited her father's
literary talent, frequently winning awards for her essays from elementary to high school.

After showering, the family went about their own business. Siyu studied in her room, Ren Hongying watched her TV series, and
Wenfei lay in bed reading his newly published novella, "Inquiry." At 9:30, Hongying, having finished watching two episodes of TV,
yawned and returned to her room to lie down on the bed. As soon as she lay down, Wenfei's hand slipped under the hem of her robe and grabbed
his wife .

"I'll give it to you tomorrow, I'm a little sleepy," Wenfei said, stubbornly grabbing her other breast. "Aren't you
working the night shift tomorrow? Then I'll have to wait another week." Hongying expressionlessly and quickly pulled off her bathrobe and underwear,
sprawling on the bed, still complaining to Wenfei, "No wonder people say the more educated a person is, the more lecherous they are. Look at
you, you don't even earn as much as a textile worker like me in a month, but you're so meticulous about this."

Wenfei scrutinized his wife's naked body. Hongying was slender with good skin; her breasts were slightly sagging, not very full,
just big enough for Wenfei to hold in one hand. Her large, grape-like nipples were purplish-black, and she didn't have much pubic hair
. [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.] The woman's feet were large, the skin on the instep smooth and red, the neatly trimmed toenails glistening under the light. Wen Fei

lay on top of his wife, his mouth covering her red lips, his tongue trying to dart inside like a snake.
Hong Ying turned her head away in disgust, "Don't do this dirty thing, eating tongues is so dirty, it's covered in saliva. If you
want to play around, go find a prostitute on the street, your cigarette smell is awful."

Wen Fei shook his head helplessly, and while Hong Ying's eyes were closed, he secretly spat some saliva on his hand and smeared it around his glans and coronal
sulcus. Making love with Hongying wasn't easy. She didn't like foreplay, but without it, she wouldn't get wet. If he just penetrated her directly
, she'd refuse in pain. He even spat on her, finding it dirty.

Wenfei spread his wife's sexy legs apart, bending them, and supported himself on either side of her breasts. His monstrous glans
slowly parted her labia and gently slid inside. "Mmm," Hongying let out a moan, a sound that was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure.
Wenfei's penis felt the warmth and the pressure of her tender flesh inside her vagina, and he thrust in comfortably, all the way in. "Ah!"
Hongying cried out in pain, "Are you trying to kill me?!" "You're killing me! Didn't I tell you not to go all the way in? You're already hitting my cervix
! How come you have such a big cock when you're so thin?"

Hearing his wife's words, Wen Fei had no choice but to reluctantly insert his penis halfway in before pulling it out and then inserting it again.
Gradually the speed increased from slow to fast. Wen Fei thrust in and out with his head down, the wooden bed creaking and groaning.
Hong Ying, who was being thrust into with her eyes closed and rocked up and down, suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Why don't you buy some red ginseng or something for Si Yu to nourish her after work tomorrow?
Or you can go to the pharmacy and ask what kind of food is good for developing girls. She's already 16, and her breasts
haven't developed much yet. Is she malnourished?"

"Hmm," Wen Fei seemed to be stimulated when he heard his wife mention their daughter's breasts. He responded with a "hmm" during his rapid thrusting
, and then his movements suddenly became faster and more ruthless, his thick, long penis going all the way in with each thrust.

"It hurts, it hurts! Don't go in so deep, go slower, it hurts so much! Get up, I'm done!"

Wen Fei suddenly became savage, ignoring his wife's dissatisfaction, he bent down and bit her nipple, his lower body...
Like a pile driver, he pounded heavily into Hongying. For some reason, Wenfei felt as if he wasn't biting Hongying
's large nipples, but rather, in his hallucination, Siyu's small, red nipples. He thrust fiercely into his wife's vagina
, his testicles slapping against the lower edge. Hongying, her head thrown back, remained silent, her hands flailing helplessly
on the mat like a drowning person trying to grasp something.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Finally, covered in sweat, Wenfei collapsed
onto . Hongying flung him away.

"Are you crazy? Thrusting so hard and so deep, trying to fuck me to death? If you keep doing this, I won't let you fuck me next time
!" she yelled, getting out of bed and wiping herself with a tissue. Wenfei collapsed weakly onto the bed, repenting for
the sinful . What was wrong with me? How could I think about my daughter's body? No, no, no, this is
an abyss of no return. I must never think like this again. He believed he would return to being a pure and loving father, and drifted off to sleep
without realizing it .

The next day was Sunday. In the morning, Siyu thoughtfully prepared breakfast before waking her parents. Wenfei lovingly
kissed his daughter's head, the fragrant scent of her hair and the unique fragrance of a young girl filling his mind, and he was reluctant
to look away for a long time.

"You work so hard every night studying, sleep in a little longer on Sundays,"

Siyu said with a smile, playfully shaking Wenfei's waist. "Mom and Dad work so hard, let me
treat you a little." His daughter's small breasts, not much shorter than him, pressed against his chest, rubbing against him with her
playful swaying . Wenfei felt himself getting hot, and if he didn't loosen his grip, his suit shorts would
be exposed. He quickly pushed Siyu away, smiling, and said, "My dear daughter, eat up, it's getting cold."

After breakfast, the family happily went to the park for boating and sightseeing. At noon, Wenfei wanted to
treat , but his wife scolded him: "Restaurants are so expensive, how many times can you afford to eat out with your monthly salary
?" In the end, they decided to go home and make dumplings.

Happy days always pass quickly. Siyu felt like she hadn't rested much before nightfall arrived. Her mother
went to her night shift after dinner, and her father went to watch people play chess under the streetlights. Siyu locked the door and prepared to take a bath.

The family wasn't well-off; they didn't have a water heater. Siyu first poured a bottle of hot water into a basin, then poured in
a basin of cold water. She tested the temperature with her hand—it was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

The cool shower gel felt wonderful on
her skin. Siyu carefully washed every inch of her body. She was satisfied with her figure, except for her small breasts. Seeing all the girls in her class with their full, firm breasts,
she felt a little inferior. Although she was among the top students in the class in both looks and grades, this inferiority complex
still lingered in her heart. How could she grow up faster?

She aimlessly rubbed her soft, red nipples. After a while, it seemed to have some effect;
her nipples became a little firmer and weren't as soft as before. Her body was also
changing ; a strange sensation seemed to gather in her central nervous system, and her body became very hot. She even had
the urge to rub her genitals with her fingers. Her face flushed red, and her fingers stopped. Although the
rubbing had felt very comfortable, she vaguely felt it was a vulgar act. She had passively overheard some naughty
boys talking about it during breaks, saying that it was something only lewd women did when they wanted to have sex with a
man .

"I can't do that again. My parents would be furious if they knew," Siyu thought fearfully, quickly
washing herself and getting dressed.

Wenfei returned home listlessly. Those lousy chess players were unbearable to watch; they played every day without any
improvement, making countless mistakes. He'd rather go home and read a book. He tried to push the door open but couldn't. Wenfei guessed Siyu had locked it from
the inside He took out his key, opened the door, and then locked it again.

"Siyu, Siyu," he called softly twice, but there was no response. Just as he crossed the yard and stepped through the front gate, he heard
the sound of running water coming from Siyu's room. His daughter was taking a bath; no wonder no one answered. Wen Fei sat on the steps
, smoking. The constant sound of rushing water drifted in, washing over his heart as if it were being cleansed. His thoughts drifted
to the scenery at the source of the water.

Two voices called out to him simultaneously. One said, "That's your precious daughter, your beloved
Si Yu's tender, white, and soft body. Nobody knows anyway, why don't you sneak a peek?"

The other said, "Wen Fei, you can't do something so unethical! She's your own daughter!
She's only 16! You're father and daughter by blood! You absolutely can't go!"

Wen Fei took deep drags on his cigarette, clutching his hair, struggling painfully with his inner demons. Finally, he tossed away
his cigarette butt and tiptoed to his daughter's door. Forgetting all affection and morality, he peered through
the crack in the old wooden door. The narrow, long gap in the middle became his accomplice. Wenfei closed one eye and carefully
peered inside: his daughter was standing in a basin, washing her back with a towel. Two small, delicate breasts were clearly visible, pink
nipples surrounded by dark areolas. Wenfei mentally compared them; these breasts were
even slightly smaller than the small steamed buns he often ate that morning. Her left arm, raised high, revealed a few playful armpit hairs. Below her
flat, white belly and lower abdomen lay the alluring sanctuary of a young girl—sparse black pubic hair, soaked with water, clumped
together stood upright, beneath which lay tender red vulva flesh…

Wenfei's lustful urges arose. He panicked and rushed back to his room, locking the door and
panting . He lit a cigarette, his hands trembling, and took two deep drags. His daughter's body kept his penis hard for a long time.
He couldn't help but recall an incident from the New Year:

it was either the seventh or eighth day of the lunar new year, he couldn't remember. The family had just bought a color TV before the New Year, and his daughter
was . Apart from visiting relatives and classmates, she spent all her time glued to the TV.

That day, his wife had gone to visit her factory leader, leaving only the father and daughter at home. After lunch, the two of them,
one lying on the bed and the other on the sofa, happily watched TV again. A newly filmed
drama, "The Community Policeman," was playing, telling the story of a grassroots police officer. The episode was particularly frightening: "
After his divorce, the husband lived with his daughter and elderly mother. At that time, pornographic
videotapes to watch at home. He couldn't stand it anymore and called his daughter to watch with him. After watching for a few days, the father and daughter..."
One person saw a bed where the daughter was 17 years old. After a while, the daughter became pregnant.

[ The scene then shifts to a different topic:]

When the father asked his daughter to watch pornography with him, both were very embarrassed. Siyu wanted to turn off
the TV or leave, but was afraid that would make her seem overly concerned about the plot; Wenfei wanted to tell his daughter not to watch, but
was afraid she would think, "You wouldn't do that kind of thing, so why can't I watch?"

The father and daughter buried their heads in their TV screens, watching the father and daughter engaging in marital relations. Although the filming was subtle,
both could imagine the unseen implications. Therefore, neither dared to comment on the plot or chat, to prove
they were completely indifferent. The air was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop, except for the sound of the TV.

Wenfei admits that he felt a slight tremor in his heart at that moment, though only for a moment.

The burning cigarette butt burned his hand, and Wen Fei jumped up with a hiss in pain: "What's wrong with me? I already
deserve to be torn to pieces for shamelessly peeping at my daughter taking a bath, and now I'm thinking about that incestuous TV show. Wen Fei, Wen Fei,
do you also want to be like that beast and harm our lovely and innocent Si Yu?" Wen Fei raised his hand and slapped himself hard...

Wen

Fei used to be very afraid of his wife working the night shift because he didn't like cooking and wasn't good at it. But
after he started peeping at his daughter taking a bath, he began to enjoy it very much and looked forward to his daughter coming home early every day.

Today he bought a large crucian carp and clumsily tried to cook it according to the recipe he brought back from the bookstore.
Suddenly, he jumped up with a cry of "Ah!" The oil had just boiled, and he had just picked up the fish to
carefully his hand slipped. The three-pound fish fell from a height into the boiling oil, splattering hot
oil everywhere. He was unharmed because he was wearing a T-shirt, but unfortunately, because he was wearing suit shorts, he got
several large blisters on his thighs. Wenfei quickly turned off the heat and went to the hospital for treatment. After the doctor treated him, he bandaged his wound
and prescribed some topical medication to clean the area daily. On his way home, he stopped at a snack shop and cooked a meat dish for Siyu
to take home.

When Siyu got home from evening self-study, she was shocked to see that her father's legs were wrapped in bandages. After learning what had happened,
Siyu burst into tears of heartache. She leaned on Wenfei and cried, "Dad, I don't want fish. You can't cook anyway. I'll
cook when I get back." Wenfei smelled the fragrance and sweat on his daughter, and even the pain in his legs seemed
to vanish instantly. He patted Siyu's head, "Alright, alright, it's not worth crying over such a small thing.
Dad won't die. Go eat, the food's keeping warm in the rice cooker." Siyu pretended to be angry and
covered Wenfei's mouth with her slender, delicate hand, "You naughty dad, don't say 'die'!" Wenfei smelled the fragrance on his daughter's hand and felt the softness of
her palm . He quickly moved his mouth away, afraid that his saliva would dirty her little hand.

After dinner, Siyu hurriedly took a shower and went to her parents' room to check on her father's wounds. Wen Fei was lying on
the bed reading a book when Si Yu leaned over and carefully examined the area around the gauze. She couldn't really make out anything, but feeling
sorry for her father, she gently stroked the gauze as she looked and asked, "Dad, does it hurt to touch it like this?" Wen Fei looked
up from his book at his daughter lying on his lap, startled, and quickly picked up the book again, but this time he was
reading . When he had looked at his daughter earlier, Si Yu was lying between his knees, and through her open nightgown, he could see
the rosy nipples of her two small, white breasts, unprotected by a bra. Wen Fei wanted to look but was afraid to. He didn't want to
make another mistake , but those alluring breasts were so close, the strong temptation making it impossible for him to control himself. Finally, he
put down the book, pretending to be nonchalant, but occasionally glancing down at his daughter's breasts. Then he suddenly realized something
was terribly wrong ; his genitals were stirring again, and he tried to suppress them but couldn't.

Siyu noticed her father's change. She saw that after only a short while,
a large bulge appeared at the zipper of his suit shorts. Siyu immediately understood what was happening. After all, she was 16 years old. Although she
considered herself an innocent girl, some things she naturally understood.

Her father had seen her erection through the neckline. Thinking of this, her face flushed red. For some
reason, she didn't feel that her father's behavior was indecent; she just felt ashamed. "Dad, go to sleep early. I
still have some homework to finish. I'll come see you again tomorrow." After his daughter left, Wenfei couldn't calm down for a long time. His
face had just turned red. Had his indecent behavior been discovered…?

Wenfei took a week off from work to recuperate at home. Siyu prepared the rice and dishes in the morning, leaving
the rice cooker plugged in so her father wouldn't have to reheat the food. However, the rice at the bottom had all turned into burnt rice. Wenfei
didn't find it particularly unpalatable; he was a man who valued spirituality above all else and wasn't particular about food.
Siyu returned home
at 6 PM . Wenfei asked, "Siyu, why are you back so early? Aren't you going to evening self-study?" Siyu smiled as she changed her shoes and said, "I told the teacher I'll be studying at home this week
. The teacher gave me some practice problems to take home. I'll go to evening self-study after I'm done. You can't even shower by yourself,
how can you manage in this heat?"

Wenfei kept urging Siyu to go to evening self-study, but Siyu ignored him, put down her schoolbag, and started busily cleaning
. After quickly showering and putting on her nightgown, Siyu paused for a moment. She thought for a moment, then took off the nightgown she had just put on,
put on a small black bra underneath, and put the nightgown back on. Yesterday, her father had lost his composure because of her "exposed" state.
She couldn't blame him; perhaps it was just a man's instinct. Siyu believed her father wasn't that kind of person. Her father
had always doted on her since she was little, always putting the lean meat into her bowl while she ate the fatty parts.
Every would fall asleep unconsciously to the wonderful fairy tales her father told her. In her eyes, her father was
perfect: knowledgeable, elegant, and refined, and he doted on her.

Siyu fetched some water, tested it repeatedly with her hands to make sure it was neither too hot nor too cold, then picked up her father's bath towel and carried the basin
into the room. Wenfei was reading in bed. Seeing his daughter trying to wipe him down, he urged her to go back:
"No need, no need, Siyu, put the basin here. Dad can wash himself. Go back to your book." Siyu
said 'angrily,' "Listen to me, you have to listen to me when Mom's not here. Washing yourself is just a sham; you'll just wet it a little and then dry it again,
it's the same as not washing at all. Besides, your legs aren't convenient, how can you wash? Take off your vest, lie down, lie down."

Wenfei shook his head, took off his sweaty vest, and focused intently on his book, adopting a submissive posture.

Siyu wrung out the towel until it was mostly dry, first roughly wiping her neck, chest, stomach, and calves.
The first step was mainly to wipe away the sweat, then the towel was rubbed in water and carefully wiped from top to bottom.
At this moment, Wenfei's wound began to burn again. He didn't want his daughter to hear, so he held back his cries, but
the pain on his face couldn't be hidden. Siyu knew her father was in great pain but couldn't alleviate it, so she could only
continue face, her movements becoming very gentle, afraid of hurting him.

As the soft, slightly damp towel wiped Wenfei's fair chest, Siyu wiped it horizontally back and forth three times.
Suddenly she noticed her father seemed to tremble slightly. "What's wrong? Does it hurt like this?" Siyu stopped and asked.

"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt, you can continue,"

Wenfei said with a forced smile. It turned out that the towel had repeatedly brushed against Wenfei's nipples, bringing the expected pleasure, like
an electric shock that made him involuntarily tremble. In fact, Wenfei, like his daughter, didn't know that a man's
nipples could also be aroused by touch. He and his wife didn't engage in any caressing; at most, he would suck on Hongying's large
nipples. Hongying never let him kiss her lower body, and of course, she would never kiss his chest or penis. Although he
really wanted to, he could imagine the scathing scolding he would receive if he asked, so he kept his mouth shut.

Siyu moved as gently as she could think, wiping Wenfei's chest again. Sure enough, Wenfei
shuddered again. This was because his nipples had just been stimulated and hardened, and touching them again would only increase the pleasure.

Siyu understood now. With her high IQ, she could easily figure it out. Her father wasn't injured, so
how could such a small movement hurt? If it didn't hurt, then it could only be a comfortable shudder. Thinking of this, she secretly
smiled .

The towel continued to wipe his stomach, the wound area, and his calves. Wenfei was still wincing in pain; the pain of this
burn was a series of burning waves.

Siyu's tears welled up again, uncontrollably. Girls' tears are easily shed,
especially when it's her beloved father. How could she help him? Siyu remembered
how much he enjoyed the towel touching his nipple. She gracefully tossed her long hair back, tied it with a hair tie, and then leaned against Wenfei's chest,
kissing his erect nipple with her rosy lips. Wenfei seemed to be jolted, frantically pushing
Siyu's head away: "No, you can't do this. Siyu, go back to your room and sleep."

Siyu said tearfully, "No, I know what you're afraid of. I'm not a child anymore, I understand. I
believe we won't...won't...won't do that kind of thing, and we won't touch private parts. I just thought
this would ease your pain. Will I do it again once your wound heals?"

Wenfei also cried. He weakly slumped his head onto his pants; the wound still hurt terribly. He said painfully:
"Siyu, be good, Daddy will get through this. It's just contractions, it'll be over soon. Go back, Daddy won't
hurt you!" Siyu didn't listen to Wenfei at all. She pecked at his nipple like a chicken pecking at rice, sometimes
on the left, sometimes on the right. Strangely, no matter how much she kissed him, it didn't seem to be as effective as wiping him with the towel earlier.
Her father didn't seem to feel any comfort. She clumsily stuck out a small part of her tongue and tentatively touched Wenfei's nipple
. Then she looked up at her father, and Wenfei trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Siyu admired her own cleverness. She stretched out her tongue as far as possible and swept it around Wenfei's nipple in circles, occasionally
putting it in her mouth and then sweeping it over with her tongue. Wen Fei felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if all the pain had
vanished. He couldn't help but groan from the tingling, itchy sensation he couldn't quite reach. He
dared not look at Si Yu; he felt he was committing a crime. He forced himself to be ruthless. Wen Fei snapped, "You
disobedient child! Get out! Get out right now!"

Si Yu knew her father was actually enjoying it, so she ignored him. Her tongue moved faster,
circling Wen Fei's nipples. Some saliva accidentally dripped onto his chest. Thinking it dirty and ugly, Si Yu quickly licked it
clean . But the lick only intensified the stimulation. Wen Fei felt this pleasure was
even stronger than when he made love to Hong Ying. He instinctively pressed Si Yu's head against his chest, as if afraid she would suddenly change her mind and stop licking
. Siyu was incredibly perceptive. She obediently allowed her father to hold her head down, continuing
to lick . When Wenfei released her, she pouted her rosy lips and slowly spat out some saliva
, dripping it onto Wenfei's nipple. Then she used her tongue to dissolve the saliva and rub it against the nipple.

Wenfei felt like he was about to explode. Forgetting that it was his own daughter giving him sexual pleasure, he kept
moaning, his shorts bulging. Siyu licked for a while longer, estimating that her father's wound wasn't
hurting so much, then quietly left the room with the basin. A short while after Siyu left, Wenfei, who had been 'sleeping' with his eyes closed,
opened them, pulled out his swollen penis, and recalled seeing Siyu's black bra through the neckline of her nightgown and
the scene of her licking his nipple. He quickly masturbated, and a few minutes later, a stream of semen shot
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