[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - Episodes 28-30 (End)

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Chapter 1 of " 　　Dad

, Aunt Xu invited you to a show tonight."

Tingting was drawing her eyebrows at the dressing table, then picked up her lipstick and applied it to her lips.

"I'm not going, I'm a little tired."

I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and besides, I'm not really interested in Aunt Xu.

"What's wrong?"

Tingting looked at me with a smile.

Tingting's figure is becoming more and more alluring, especially when she wears that cheongsam, which accentuates her mature charm. A sour feeling welled up inside me. "Another social engagement?"

"There's an event at work today."

Tingting looked at herself in the mirror, her snow-white thighs peeking out from the slit of her cheongsam, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

"Dad, don't be jealous."

She came over and hugged my neck. "It's just work."

I removed her slender hand. "I'm not that petty."

I didn't want my daughter to see my displeasure, though it was written all over my face.

"How about you go with Aunt Xu tonight? She's asked you out several times."

"No."

"You have to be a gentleman

," Tingting coaxed me. "She'll lose face if you don't."

I hesitated and didn't answer.

"I'll find that trench coat for you. Would you like to give her a reply?"

Tingting stood up and picked up the trench coat from the hanger.

"Aunt Xu is still quite charming, Dad. Let me see you in it."

Not wanting Tingting to notice anything, I obediently let her put it on.

"Still so elegant."

Tingting looked me up and down, her eyes sparkling. "Get dressed up and come with me."

Her gaze left no room for refusal, so I had to change into another pair of pants.

While Tingting tied my tie, she instructed, "Dad, whether it works out or not, don't neglect her."

After saying that, she took my hand and looked at me in the mirror. "Is it alright?"

My temples were already graying, and I was naturally not the same as I used to be.

"Tingting, Daddy's getting old."

Tingting whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "Even when you're old, you're still my dad."

Then she gave me a gentle kiss, giggling. "Good luck."

Chapter 2

The road was always filled with endless cars, the noise rising and falling, which annoyed me, a country man accustomed to rural life.

My wife was in the late stages of uterine cancer; her face was becoming increasingly sallow, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Tingting hasn't written lately?"

Her hoarse voice was heartbreaking.

"Don't worry so much."

Looking at my wife's weary face, I felt a pang of heartache, but this kind of illness could only be endured, endured until exhaustion, until the lamp was burnt out.

"I've made you suffer."

She smiled sadly, forcing herself to sit up.

I grasped her hand; at that moment, I experienced firsthand what it meant to be emaciated.

Tingting went to university two years ago, and our son was in high school in the county town. My wife and I stayed together, tending our three acres of meager land.

"This child is becoming less and less considerate."

My wife seemed to understand my loneliness at night; for a man, not having sex for a long time was, after all, a form of torture.

"She has a heavy workload and has to work to earn money."

These past few years, Tingting has learned to work hard outside to lessen our burden, which makes me very happy.

"We can't forget our family."

The family my wife was referring to was actually me.

Ever since that day I came back from Xiulan's house and heard the conversation between her and her brother, I felt guilty. Looking at my two children's innocent and carefree faces, I secretly made a resolution to support Tingting through university.

"Go see her,"

my wife kept saying.

I gripped her hand tightly, my heart aching. "I don't have the energy for that anymore. Let Tingting decide for herself ,"

I comforted her. But deep down, I also missed Tingting. At this age, I still have desires; when I'm anxious, I just deal with it myself.

"Nonsense, she's still so young,"

my wife said with a forced smile.

"Really."

To reassure my wife and ease her worries, I said, "I don't want to for as long as it takes."

"You can't even lie! I saw you this morning—" My wife said, a smile spreading across her face, "Just like before."

Nothing could be hidden from her; how could I hide anything from my spouse?

"Listen to me, go see her in a few days."

My wife said gently, as if advising me to do something ordinary.

So many times I'd dreamt of being with Tingting, only to wake up disappointed. Looking at my sleeping wife beside me, my heart was filled with endless longing and melancholy.

"You said you didn't want to, but I heard you talking about her last night."

My wife chuckled, her eyes crinkling into slits. A chill ran

down my spine. I wondered what I was thinking in my dreams; those whispered words might have revealed my true feelings. I looked at my wife sheepishly.

"You were calling out our daughter's name, and—" My wife smiled mischievously.

Could it really be like this? Thinking about it, it made sense. After all this time, if I didn't want to, I'd be heartless, after all, I'd had that kind of relationship with Tingting.

"Still shy, huh?"

my wife teased. "Of course you're interested. Everyone has feelings, and you and Tingting have known each other for a while now."

She was telling the truth.

"What did I say?"

I asked nervously, trying to get her to reveal what she was thinking.

"Hehe—" my wife shook her head. "You didn't say anything."

"You?"

I glared at her, both angry and resentful, but she covered her mouth and laughed. "Still being stubborn. Even if you didn't say anything, you still want her, don't you?"

"I can't even if I want her!"

I stubbornly refused to listen.

My wife leaned closer. "Why not? She's your daughter, isn't she? If you don't love her, who will?"

Seeing my silence, she teased me. "You're just going to get her up and then ignore her? Don't let her go astray."

Thinking about it, it made sense. Women are often unaware of sex before marriage, but become promiscuous afterward. Once their sexual desire is aroused, it's uncontrollable. These days, it's common for college students to engage in prostitution or marry rich men. If Tingting really went down that path, it would be too late to save her. My wife knew I was interested, so she urged, "Pack your things, let's go another day."

Chapter 3:

I took the train from home, and after half a day's journey, I arrived. I made a phone call at the train station, and Tingting exclaimed with delight, "Dad, you've arrived?"

Tingting's voice had become very sweet, and she even spoke Mandarin, which made me, her father, feel a little unfamiliar with her.

"Just got off the train."

"Then wait there for me to pick you up."

Hanging up the phone, I looked at the endless stream of cars and towering skyscrapers on the street, feeling a little lost.

There, for the first time, I lost my way, completely disoriented.

I bought a pack of cigarettes from a roadside stall, smoked one, and watched the smoke rings slowly rise into the sky. I lost the leisurely and confident feeling I had in my rural life.

"Uncle, need a place to stay?"

a plump woman approached and asked quietly.

"No."

I quickly moved away.

"We have mattresses, very cheap."

She blinked and smiled at me.

Seeing her ill intentions, I kept my distance. The plump woman looked at me strangely and muttered, "Old-fashioned."

Feeling contemptuous, I felt humiliated. Just as I was about to retort, I heard that familiar voice.

"Dad—" Tingting waved from afar. Her radiant smile made me feel as if I had encountered a ship while adrift at sea—a feeling of joy and surprise.

"Tingting—" I reached out to grab her hand, only to realize she was with a young man.

"Uncle, let me carry this."

The boy eagerly took the suitcase from my hand. I glanced at Tingting, unsure of her identity.

"She's my classmate,"

Tingting introduced herself briefly, then launched into a barrage of questions.

Looking at Tingting in her floral dress, her slender figure and full, upright posture, all traces of her former rural rusticity had vanished, and I felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

"How's Mom?"

Tingting asked cautiously when I remained silent.

"Still the same, but her spirits are alright."

Tingting pursed her lips and hailed a taxi.

"Dad, why don't you stay a few more days?"

"No, I'll just look around and leave."

"Uncle, it's not easy for you to come all this way. When I don't have classes, I can take you out for a walk."

The boy's eagerness made me realize his relationship with Tingting, and a pang of disappointment gripped me.

Chapter 4

I originally planned to take the afternoon bus back, but Tingting wouldn't let me leave. She looked at me with teary eyes, which made me feel bad.

"Dad—I don't know anyone here, can't you stay with me a little longer?"

Seeing Tingting's pitiful expression, I couldn't refuse, so I let her carry her luggage into the hotel next to the school.

"Zijian, could you please buy my dad some toiletries?"

The room was simple, but clean and tidy.

The boy obediently closed the door and went out.

"Dad—" Tingting hugged my waist affectionately, pressing her face against mine. That warmth, that tenderness, was something I had longed for for days.

Holding Tingting tightly, I wanted to know what changes had occurred in my daughter since she went to university.

"Tingting, are you settling in well here?"

"Mmm."

Tingting nodded obediently. "It's just that my studies are a bit demanding, but I'll try my best."

"Mmm, Dad knows you won't."

"Dad—" Tingting hugged me tightly, as if she felt I wasn't affectionate enough, and leaned her soft body against me.

"Silly girl—your classmates will laugh at you when they come later."

"No."

Tingting moved even closer to me, and I could feel the heat emanating from her breasts.

"Didn't Dad tell you that we're father and daughter from now on?"

"No!"

Tingting pouted, rubbing her face against mine, a strange emotion rippling between us.

"You're a college student now, you should know your relationship with your dad."

I pinched my daughter's red cheek. "Is that boy your boyfriend?"

The moment I saw that boy, I felt a pang of sadness.

"No, that's not it."

Tingting's face flushed slightly as she hesitated before speaking. "He's our class monitor."

"Little girl!"

I lovingly pinched the corner of my daughter's mouth, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside me as I recalled those tender days and nights.

"Really!"

Tingting looked up as if to confirm. "But he really likes me."

Afraid that my daughter was overthinking things and it would affect her future happiness, I quickly said, "Then you must seize the opportunity and find Dad a good son-in-law."

"Bad Dad,"

Tingting scolded me. "No way, I want you to be my son-in-law."

She hugged me.

"What nonsense—" I teased her, afraid that Tingting wouldn't be able to break free from that vicious cycle. "Men should marry when they're old enough, and women should marry when they're old enough. Can you stay at home forever?" "

Forever."

Tingting nestled obediently against my back. "I want you to love me forever."

My heart warmed. How could I not wish for that? But facing my own daughter, how could this world allow a father to be with his own daughter forever?

"Tingting—" I didn't know how to comfort her, and deep down I didn't want to either, so I just made up some excuses, "Dad doesn't want to hold you back. You're grown up now, you should have someone to settle down with."

Tingting looked at me with wide eyes, and suddenly her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face. "You—you just—don't want me."

I looked at her anxiously, trying to find a reason to comfort her, but just then, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Tingting stood up and tidied her hair.

The boy named Zijian came running up, panting. "Tingting, why don't you ask for leave from your afternoon classes?"

He saw the tears on Tingting's face and looked her up and down suspiciously.

Tingting wiped away her tears. "No."

She took the things the boy had bought and put them away. "Dad, you must be tired from your journey. Rest here for a while, I'll come over after class."

Looking at Tingting with her short hair and youthful, beautiful appearance, she had shed the rustic air of a country girl, and I felt a sense of inferiority.

"Don't miss your class."

That was all I could say as a father.

Watching them walk out of the hotel together, I regretted coming.

Chapter 5.

I drank a little that night, feeling lightheaded. Looking at the city lights, the flashing neon signs, the surging traffic and crowds, the intimate and carefree pedestrians arm in arm, I felt like I belonged to another world. Tingting had already integrated into this environment, while I was a complete outsider. What did Tingting and I, as her father, have besides family ties?

Stepping up the stairs into the hotel, I heard a waiter's voice, "Sir, are you the guest in room 203?"

"Oh."

"Your phone."

The waiter smiled warmly.

Who was calling from this place at this hour? A question lingered in my mind as I picked up the receiver.

"Dad—" A sweet voice made me feel comforted.

"Tingting."

"Dad, you can eat dinner by yourself. I'll be home after class."

I was about to say it was late and not to come over when I heard Tingting's hurried, "Goodbye, Dad."

A pang of disappointment mixed with sweetness filled my heart.

Would Tingting really come over tonight? And what would happen if she did? To be honest, deep down I still hoped Tingting would come and keep me company. Even though I had made up my mind a hundred times, at this moment, I still wavered a little. Humans, after all, have desires, especially since she and I had already crossed the line of incest.

My wife also scolded me for sending our daughter to university, saying that with her health, she didn't know when she would pass away, and having a daughter at home would always be helpful. Even if she studied a lot, she would eventually belong to someone else, so it was better to keep her at home and let her enjoy a few more years.

I knew my wife meant well; she herself had lost her sexual desire and didn't want me to live a life of asceticism. But as a father, could I ruin my child's life for my own desires?

So I made up my mind that even if it meant hardship and exhaustion, I would support Tingting's schooling. This would make up for my mistake and be a small compensation to her.

Thinking this, I stepped onto the stairs.

The hotel wasn't tall, but it was luxuriously decorated, with warm reminders on each floor, giving one a sense of comfort.

I faintly heard weak moans coming from a room; listening closely, they sounded more like a woman's soft moans. As I approached the center of the corridor, the sounds grew clearer, seemingly carrying a mixture of surprise and repression.

I had long heard of prostitution in the city; could this hotel be like that too?

Thinking this, I unconsciously slowed my pace, straining my ears to search for the intermittent sounds, trying to pinpoint which room they were coming from.

Suddenly, I heard the clatter of high heels coming from below the stairs. Knowing someone was approaching, I quickened my pace.

Two heavily made-up women came up the stairs, whispering to each other. Suddenly, they stopped, looked at each other, glanced quickly at me, and then covered their mouths, giggling.

The one in the back nudged the girl in front. "So early—" "You want one too?"

the girl in front teased, turning around. "Big brother can't beat little brother."

"I want you—" the girl, her sore spot exposed, put her hands under the armpits of the girl in front.

The two women joked and giggled as they hurried up the stairs.

Passing by me, both women glanced at me and whispered, "Tall and strong, tonight—" they gestured towards me.

"You like—" the girl gestured, "Big and thick."

"Haha—" the two women pushed each other as they went up the stairs.

Watching their retreating figures and listening to their tone, I knew these girls were definitely involved in those dirty transactions. Although I felt sorry for their backgrounds and experiences, the sight of their young bodies stirred up desires within me. No wonder people say they have the desire but not the courage; even I, a usually upright and honest man who loves my daughter wholeheartedly, have had a moment of emotional infidelity. How much more so for those businessmen who are constantly traveling across the country?

Chapter 6:

The hustle and bustle of the city made me very uncomfortable. Alone in my hotel room, I drifted off to sleep. Around 9 o'clock, the phone rang. I thought it was Tingting calling.

"Sir, would you like some services?"

A sweet, seductive voice filled me with both fear and temptation.

"Wh-what services?"

I had heard that there were prostitutes in the city, but receiving such a call for the first time made me nervous. The other person clearly sensed I was a novice, and chuckled, "It's just to make you feel good—" she teased, drawing out the words, then whispered, "It's not expensive—" Not knowing how to respond, I hesitated, "No, thank you."

I closed the door, then touched it and listened; all I heard was a "knock-knock" sound, a hint of melancholy in my voice.

"Knock-knock—" Before I could calm down, I heard a soft knock on the door, followed by Tingting and that classmate entering. Both were carrying things.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

Tingting smiled brightly, looking even more attractive and endearing than before.

"I've eaten."

I replied passively, then addressed the person who came over. "Please sit down."

The boy wasn't shy at all, and greeted me generously. "Uncle, I'll be going now, you two chat."

I looked at him and Tingting with suspicion. "You two aren't—" Tingting turned around and said bluntly to their class monitor, "Zijian, you should go back first."

Zijian seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed his words. "Uncle, goodbye!"

Just as he closed the door, he poked his head back in. "Tingting, don't go back tonight."

"I know."

Tingting answered naturally, but a ripple of doubt stirred in my heart. Wasn't Tingting afraid of what people would say?

"Tingting, you should go back with him."

I advised her, but deep down I hoped Tingting would stay with me.

"Dad—it's not easy for you to come all this way."

Tingting said, leaning closer and wrapping her arms around my waist.

Nervously watching the doorway,

I said, "Don't—don't let anyone see." Tingting, however, scooted up a little. "What's there to be afraid of if they see?"

She pouted. "You're my dad."

"Then won't they suspect anything if you're here?"

"Who would?"

Tingting let go of me and took off her coat. "He even persuaded me to come with you."

"But—" I glanced at the cramped room with only one bed, the implication being, where are you sleeping?

"What's wrong?"

Tingting pouted and sat down beside me. "Are you treating me like an outsider?"

"No—no—" Deep down, I felt unworthy of her. In just one semester of university, Tingting had blossomed into a completely different person, both in temperament and figure—a true university student.

"You're a university student now. Don't let people gossip."

"Then I'm not your daughter anymore?"

Tingting snuggled closer, her eyes squinting, captivating me. I wanted to hug and kiss her, but the thought of my daughter's future made me hesitate.

“Tingting, Dad already told you, from now on we're father and daughter.”

“When weren't we father and daughter?”

Tingting retorted, looking at me.

Yes, despite all the incestuous things between us, it was still just a matter between father and daughter. In my wife's and my eyes, Tingting would always be our Tingting.

“Silly girl.”

I gently stroked her hair. “Dad doesn't want to ruin your future.”

Hearing this, Tingting buried her head in my arms, sniffling, and said, “You are my future.”

Any lecture seemed pale and powerless. In Tingting's life, I had become an indispensable part of hers. Though I had a thousand reasons not to, as a father, I still thought of my daughter's best interests. “Don't let him doubt!”

Naturally, she was referring to the male classmate who came with her.

"Dad—" Tingting protested loudly and sweetly, "Everyone said he's our class monitor."

"Then didn't he pursue you?"

Looking at Tingting's increasingly beautiful face, I felt a pang of jealousy.

"No, even if he did, I wouldn't care about him,"

Tingting said matter-of-factly.

"Silly Tingting, you're the same age, you're quite a good match."

"Dad—" Tingting protested in a drawn-out voice, "Mom asked you to come—" She nestled shyly in my arms, her hand inadvertently brushing against my crotch, which suddenly became erect.

"Bad Dad!"

Tingting scolded shyly, then reached down to touch him.

Just as I was internally torn, the phone rang.

"Sir, would you like some service?"

Hearing the sweet voice, Tingting looked at me suspiciously, answered

the phone curtly, and hurriedly said, "No!" before hanging up.

Tingting immediately understood, a blush instantly spreading across her delicate face, her expression filled with jealousy. "Should I not have come?" He

hurriedly tried to confess, cupping her face in his hands. "Silly girl, they're prostitutes."

He realized as soon as he said it that it was too crude, and sure enough, Tingting's face flushed red and then pale.

"Dad doesn't care."

"Hmm—" Tingting turned over. "Then I'll sleep here."

Could he refuse again? Since it was for confession, he couldn't refuse anymore. He pulled her close, wrapping her tightly in his arms. "Tingting, Dad wants to go wash up."

Tingting clung to him tightly, whimpering and refusing to let him go.

This little thing, still the same as before at home, even as a college student, she couldn't shake that bad habit.

His hand unconsciously slipped inside, and Tingting giggled, hugging him tightly, letting him slip his hand inside her collar.

"Knock knock—" Another rapid knocking sounded at the door, and the father and daughter quickly got up.

"Who is it?"

"Police checking rooms."

Startled, I stood up. Two policemen entered, one after the other. Seeing Tingting, they asked sternly, "What are you doing here?"

"Me?"

Tingting asked in surprise, "I'm his daughter."

"Daughter?"

The policeman looked me up and down. "What's your daughter's name?"

"Tingting!"

The words that came out of my mouth caused some trouble. "ID card!"

I searched my pockets, but I only had one.

"You,"

he pointed at Tingting, "come with me to the police station."

He then grabbed Tingting and started twisting her arm.

"You, what are you doing?"

Tingting struggled.

"What are we doing? We know what you're doing. You're so young and already behaving badly."

The policeman was surprisingly polite.

In my haste, I stammered, "Officer, she really is my daughter, or—" Suddenly remembering the boy who came with Tingting, a thought struck me, "Why don't you have her call the school?"

The two officers released her, and Tingting quickly grabbed the phone, stammering, "Zijian, contact the school quickly, they've misunderstood me at the hotel."

"What?"

the boy asked in surprise, "Tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Hey, hey, my dad came, the police misunderstood me—" Tingting was so angry and anxious that she couldn't express herself clearly.

Seeing Tingting's expression, the officer seemed to understand and quickly grabbed the phone, "Hello, who are you—" "I'm her classmate, that Tingting is indeed from our school, her dad came to see her today, oh, her dad's name is Guan Yixuan."

This boy was also observant; he immediately called out my name. The officer looked at my ID card, "And who are you?"

"My name is Guan Tingting."

The officer immediately hung up the phone, his tone gentle, "I'm sorry."

He nodded apologetically.

Chapter 7

After that fright, I felt a little uneasy. If things had gone any further, things would have become unclear. Even with witnesses, if the father and daughter had been caught red-handed, Tingting's future would have been ruined. The thought of being taken to the police station with Tingting and facing their questioning sent chills down my spine. I secretly rejoiced and spoke up, "Tingting, thank goodness—" Tingting was a little angry, "What? They were just—" Tingting swung her arms and came over, hugging me from behind, "Dad, they just wanted to—" She nuzzled her head against my back.

Thinking back, I felt a lingering fear. "If we had—" If Tingting and I had really stripped naked in bed, how would we have had time to get dressed? How would we have handled it?

“So what if it is?”

Tingting suddenly said boldly, “I’m not—” her voice was low, “I’m not selling myself.”

“Silly girl, I’m not selling myself, we’re father and daughter—” “So what if we’re father and daughter? I’m still—” Tingting smiled, “I’m willing—what’s it to them?”

He turned around and hugged her, carefully examining Tingting’s flushed cheeks. He hadn’t expected Tingting to have this attitude. “Even if we’re in cahoots—we shouldn’t be father and daughter—” I had been too afraid to say that word.

Tingting tilted her head, teasing me deliberately, "Adultery isn't a crime."

Hearing Tingting say the word "adultery," my heart suddenly itched. "What if they insist you're selling yourself?"

Tingting hesitated, "What kind of daughter sells herself to her father?"

This conversation between father and daughter swept away the previous fear and suddenly added a topic of conversation. "But they just thought you were—" "Bad dad—" Tingting looked at me, "If I hadn't come, you might have been arrested."

Thinking of the phone call earlier, I pinched Tingting's chin, "Dad won't go to a brothel, if I'm going to go, it'll be you."

Saying such lewd words to my daughter, I was afraid she would be angry, but Tingting was also stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Bad dad, you just want to go to a brothel with me?"

Everyone in this world says that college students have become shameless for money, either hooking up with rich men or prostituting themselves. Has Tingting been corrupted too?

"Tingting, if a rich guy wanted to keep you, or even solicit you, would you—" Tingting stared at me in astonishment, her face suddenly turning purple as she glared at me fiercely. "You—" She angrily squatted down, covering her face.

I knew I'd gone too far, but this was the thing a father feared most. Having a daughter meant having an extra worry, the fear that she might go astray, be raped, gang-raped, or even forced into prostitution, ending up with a tragic fate.

"Tingting, Dad—" I bent down to help her up, but Tingting angrily dodged me, her eyes filled with tears. "I'll become a prostitute, are you satisfied now?"

This time it was my turn to be angry with her, forcibly hugging her and pulling her into my arms. "Don't talk nonsense."

Tingting still tried to struggle. "You want those rich guys to keep me, to solicit me, you might as well be dead."

Knowing that Tingting still had me as her father, I held her tightly, saying, "Even if it's about keeping a mistress or a prostitute, it'll be me, the father, first."

Tingting sniffed, "Then I want you to keep her now."

Hearing my own daughter want me to keep her, I looked at her excitedly. Tingting could see the eagerness in my gaze, and suddenly she nestled shyly into my arms.

"Dad, do you really want to keep me?"

she said, pounding her fists on my chest.

A wave of tingling sweetness washed over me, and I let Tingting pound on my chest. Seeing that I didn't stop her, Tingting suddenly stopped and stared at me intently. "Bad dad, so you came here just to keep me."

I cupped Tingting's face, and a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. Everyone says that female students are pure, knowledgeable, and tasteful. Tingting, now in college, had indeed blossomed into a graceful and elegant young woman with an extraordinary temperament. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her full, alluring breasts alone were enough to make any man feel intoxicated.

Seeing my lustful look, Tingting blushed shyly and coquettishly, "You—" For some reason, the word "prostitute" kept replaying in my mind. Finally, I pressed my forehead against Tingting's and said in a tone I didn't even know myself, "Tingting, tonight, let Daddy 'prostitute' you."

Tingting was overjoyed, "Bad Daddy, you're not learning good things, so you did it on purpose."

I excitedly imagined my first time in a nightclub, frantically asking for a prostitute, only to be teased and ejaculated as soon as we entered, leaving me humiliated. But tonight, I was going to "prostitute" my own daughter.

"Is it—" Tingting asked doubtfully, "You've prostituted before—" I quickly tried to prove my innocence, "No—no—" Tingting gave me a wink, "Then you—" she giggled, "prostitute me once."

A tingling sensation rose from every part of my body to my scalp, a feeling that made me feel like I was flying.

Just as I was about to push Tingting down onto the bed, there was a knock on the door.

I left in a hurry, nervously watching the doorway, when I heard the boy's voice, "Tingting—Tingting—" Tingting hurriedly straightened her clothes and quickly answered, "What?"

Opening the door, the boy looked concerned. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine,"

Tingting replied coldly.

"Uncle—" the boy said apologetically, "I was afraid Tingting had been wronged, so I rushed over."

Sigh! Every crucial moment, someone appears, leaving me completely disheartened. I said, "Zijian, it's late, take Tingting back to school."

Tingting glared at me resentfully, biting her lip and following Zijian away in a huff.

Chapter 8

From afar, I saw a person sitting on the designated bench, with short hair and a light blue short coat. He looked quite presentable, so I quickly walked over.

"You're Xu—" She, who was looking around, quickly stood up, both surprised and delighted. "You must be Lao Fang, right?"

"Oh, yes—yes—" I looked at her awkwardly, but Aunt Xu was quite generous. "Sit down."

At this time, there were people out for a walk after dinner everywhere. I felt a little embarrassed sitting together like that. I felt it wasn't appropriate to go to the venue as originally planned, so I said, "How about we take a walk?"

Aunt Xu readily agreed. "Okay."

She adjusted her scarf and followed behind me.

The lights on both sides of the river were dim and yellow. A path led into the green belt, and people were doing their post-dinner exercise in the open space around the green belt.

"Lao Shu, I heard you have a son."

Aunt Xu caught up and walked alongside me.

"Yes, he's in college."

This situation made me feel awkward. I looked around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

"One of my children is married too."

Aunt Xu casually took my arm. I tensed up and instinctively wanted to push her away, but then I thought that would hurt her pride.

"So you live together?"

I asked casually, but then I sensed something was off about Aunt Xu's expression.

She sobbed, "My wife has always treated me badly, so I moved out."

"Oh, and you—" I wanted to know her current situation, but I didn't want to pry.

"I rented a room myself. Unlike you, your daughter and son-in-law are both so filial."

Aunt Xu sounded a little envious. As she spoke, she rested her head on my shoulder. For some reason, I felt a little uncomfortable. I walked forward stiffly, afraid of being seen. When I finally reached the square, I took the opportunity to leave her. Aunt Xu looked at me affectionately.

"Brother Guan, since we're together, why don't you move in with me?"

She asked shyly, anticipating my answer.

For some reason, I felt a sense of resistance.

"We'll see."

I said, though it was just an excuse, but Aunt Xu heard a different meaning.

"It's better to move in,"

she said, becoming a little hesitant. "It's not convenient there."

Under the lamplight, a blush appeared on her face. My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I felt a pang of guilt. Tingting's smiling face appeared before my eyes.

"No—no—" I hurriedly answered, fleeing as if running away, leaving Aunt Xu looking utterly bewildered.

Chapter 9

"What's wrong with you?"

Tingting's first question upon seeing me the next morning was, "Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Looking at Tingting's stern face, I felt a pang of grievance, standing there like a child.

Seeing my expression, Tingting changed her tone and said gently, "Don't you like it?"

"Tingting—" Although I had so much to say, the words that came out were, "I just feel sorry for you."

"Bad Dad!"

She walked over with a charming smile, straightening my clothes. "What's there to be sorry about? Back then, you were the one who advised me to marry."

"I—" My eyes pleaded, "I won't look anymore, okay?"

Tingting hadn't expected me to beg her like this; it felt like she was forcing me. She paused, then said, "Dad, I just want you to have someone to keep you company in your old age."

"I won't be a burden to you."

My words hurt Tingting deeply. She glared at me resentfully and turned to leave.

Seeing Tingting's heartbroken look, I hurriedly chased after her.

"Tingting, Tingting."

Tingting pushed me away, but I quickly grabbed her arm.

The two of them stood there in silence. Suddenly, Tingting turned around. "Don't be so petty. I'm not doing this because I think you're a burden." She

lowered her head as if she'd done something wrong. "I know."

Tingting took my hand. "I can't be with you often, I just want you to have company."

"Tingting!"

I understood my daughter's thoughts, but I had no such feelings right now.

"Alright, alright, if you really don't want to, I won't force you."

Tingting looked at me understandingly, her voice gentle. "Your daughter won't leave you."

Looking at her gratefully, he noticed the tenderness in his daughter's eyes. Reaching out to embrace her, he heard Tingting's soft voice, "Bad daddy, it's not like I'm not giving it to you."

Tingting was telling the truth. Over the years, although she had started her own family and career, her husband was often away due to his special profession, which created a great opportunity for the father and daughter.

"Tingting, Dad didn't mean it that way. I just felt—felt I shouldn't betray you."

"Hmm, I know."

Tingting said affectionately, "You still have a conscience."

Her eyes revealed a unique feminine charm. "He'll be back soon."

Reluctantly leaving him, he heard his son-in-law's voice.

"Tingting, Mom wants you to come over."

He quickly slipped back to his room to avoid arousing his suspicion.

Chapter 10

Zijian and Tingting got married a year ago. He was still a new recruit on the police front. Despite his professor father's efforts to mediate, he was only a deputy section chief in the public security department. Zijian was quite satisfied with this. He even expressed his unwillingness for his father to interfere too much with his work space. Tingting told me that Zijian wasn't particularly demanding in their sex life. It was only during their honeymoon that they were inseparable, having had sex twice in one night. He even expressed a desire for Tingting to perform oral sex on him, but stopped when she refused. He didn't have any special techniques during sex, often finishing quickly, which made me feel somewhat at ease.

The first time Tingting returned home after the wedding, my wife pulled her inside. I knew my wife had been wanting to know Tingting's feelings, but was this a bit too hasty? Zijian seemed confused, picking up his teacup and looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Don't worry about women's affairs,"

I could only say, putting Zijian at ease, after all, they were mother and daughter.

Sure enough, my wife came out a moment later, greeting him, "We're home, don't be shy."

She handed Zijian peanuts and roasted melon seeds, which he quickly stood up. "Mom, I can do it myself."

My wife looked him up and down, and seeing Zijian's handsome face and polite demeanor, she was naturally satisfied, though a slight unease still lingered in her heart.

“Zijian, let Tingting sleep with me tonight. It’s a custom in our village that when a daughter visits her parents’ home for the first time, she sleeps with her mother.”

Zijian agreed without hesitation. “Mom, whatever you say is fine. You decide.”

Being from the big city, he was very understanding. My wife smiled at me.

That evening, the young couple chatted for a while in the house. Tingting shyly ran out and went into my wife’s room.

I had to hide in another room.

That night, the moon was very bright, illuminating the yard clearly. I lay on the small bed next door, feeling a mix of emotions. My son-in-law was being neglected on his first visit; he was all alone. Didn’t he realize anything?

The family dog occasionally barked, and the chickens in the coop clucked. I don’t know what my wife and Tingting talked about in that room, but it was all the stuff she’d been nagging me about these past few days—things like Tingting should come home more often after she got married, and that Tingting should take me to live with her after she passed away. Her mind was full of plans for me.

In the middle of the night, I heard my wife cough once, followed by the creaking of the door opening. She quietly pushed it open.

"Her father, come on over,"

I hesitated, glancing at my son-in-law in the opposite room. "Isn't that inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate? I'll watch over her from here,"

my wife said firmly, a tone that touched me.

Seeing my hesitation, she pushed me out the door, her eyes full of encouragement and urging as I looked back several times. "She's waiting for you."

Under her gaze, I gently pushed open the door, catching a lingering look in her eyes before closing it.

Tingting, dressed in red, sat on the bed. Seeing me enter, she bowed her head and called out, "Dad—" At that moment, I was so ashamed I almost backed away. On Tingting's wedding day, I, her father, was about to share a room with her. Looking at Tingting's somewhat unfamiliar face, my heart pounded.

Having graduated from university and now working in the city, she had long since shed her rustic ways. Even her skin had become fair and smooth, unlike its former dullness and dryness. No wonder people envied me for raising such a good daughter—educated, with status, and bringing honor to the family. They just didn't know that I, as her father, not only supported a university graduate but also had a sexual relationship with her daughter—something unimaginable for anyone from the countryside.

"Your mother—" Afraid that Tingting might change her mind after marriage and embarrass me as her father, I hesitated, not daring to step forward.

"Mom said you've been thinking about me lately."

She glanced at me shyly, making my heart flutter. After all, we hadn't seen each other for a long time. With her in the city, could her heart still be with me?

"Oh, what parent doesn't worry about their children?"

I said, trying to save face.

"Then do you still consider me your daughter?"

Tingting looked at me with a hint of resentment, making me feel uncomfortable.

“Everyone says I raised a good daughter.”

I stood there awkwardly.

“You still remember I’m your daughter?”

Tingting sounded a little angry this time.

My heart warmed. “How could I not remember?”

“Then you—” Tingting stood up, “You raised her, so isn’t she yours now?”

She grabbed my hand.

“Tingting—” I looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and affection, realizing that in Tingting’s heart, I, her father, had always been the most important person. “You now—” She glanced at the room, implying that I was now with a man.

“Am I no longer pure?”

Tingting’s reproachful gaze, “You’re disgusted with me?”

“No—no—” I answered hastily, not expecting Tingting to think this way.

“Then why—” “You’re a college student, and you’re from the city, Dad—Dad—” I stammered out my worries.

"A college student, a city girl, and you raised her, didn't you?"

Tingting said, snuggling closer. "Dad, I'll always be your daughter."

A surge of joy welled up inside me, a tingling sensation spreading through me. I'd always worried that once my daughter went to college and got a job, she'd become too picky and look down on her country bumpkin father. But she still held me in her heart.

I gently hugged her, affectionately inhaling her hair. Tingting turned her face away. "Do you think I'm unclean anymore?"

"No!"

"Then why aren't you like before—?"

I took my hand and placed it on her full, firm breasts. They weren't what they used to be; they were noticeably more upright and high. I rubbed them gently, reluctant to let them rest. "People thought you were disgusted with me."

There was a hint of resentment in her voice.

"Disgusted with what?"

Her breasts exuded a new kind of allure, making her seem even more mysterious and tempting. Now a college student, she was naturally different from before.

"Bad Dad, you know that."

Tingting turned around, looking at me with tender affection.

Looking at his daughter's bright red lips, painted with lipstick, he felt an overwhelming desire. Now a wife, she possessed the fullness and maturity of a young woman, especially with her snow-white skin peeking out from beneath her pure white lingerie, radiating youthful energy that stirred this man past fifty.

"He—" his daughter said shyly, "He didn't do it many times." It could

n't be simpler; a daughter telling her father how many times her husband had been with her was simply to let him know she was still as pure as before.

"Silly girl, Dad doesn't care."

"You're bad!"

Her soft voice, like a string melody, instantly moved him.

Their eyes met, their lips touched, and they stood there embracing, pouring out their longing.

"I thought you—you wouldn't want me anymore,"

Tingting murmured, her voice trembling with sobs, "That night, I resisted him, I didn't want him to touch me, but Dad, I couldn't resist him—waaaah—waaah—" Tingting cried.

"Silly child, you should have your own family."

I stroked her neck and back, gently conveying comfort and tenderness through my lips.

On the wedding day, I stood there dumbfounded, watching Zijian lead Tingting into the wedding car. At that moment, my heart was filled with mixed emotions; I didn't know what a father should do.

"I promised you, I would keep it safe for you."

"Dad knows."

"But I can't keep it—" Tingting shook my body, tears streaming down her face, "I hate you!"

Shock and emotion filled me at the same time. I held Tingting tightly, pressing our bodies even closer together.

"That night, in the hotel, I wanted to tell you that Tingting wouldn't get married, that she would stay with you for life, but you coward, after the police bothered you, you changed your mind."

She pounded my back.

I cupped her face in my hands, seeing her tear-streaked cheeks, and said, moved, "Tingting, don't stay faithful for me. It's not right. Besides, you should have a husband."

Tingting suddenly whispered shyly in my ear, "Bad Dad, he always wears a condom, daughter—daughter—" "Really?"

After so many days of marriage, her son-in-law had been using a condom during sex.

"I just wanted Dad—" "Good Tingting."

I was overwhelmed with emotion, knowing that my beloved daughter had remained chaste for me, and I longed to embrace her again, to make love once more.

"At first, I made it bleed, but later—later I could only—" Tingting pouted, "and you still ignore me."

How could I ignore you? It's just that a father can't disregard his daughter's happiness, because you are my own daughter. Even though I have a thousand feelings and ten thousand loves for you, I can only keep them in my heart.

It was truly difficult for her to have another intimate moment with her father.

"Tingting, Dad doesn't want to be a burden to you anymore—as long as you're happy."

This is a father's heartfelt wish. I can't be too selfish or arbitrary, making it difficult for my daughter to be with her husband and in her family.

Tingting smiled. "Dad, leave a mark on your daughter."

Chapter 11

Zijian looked tired and exhausted, but his 178cm height was imposing, and his handsome face always exuded masculinity. Back then, if it weren't for these conditions, I wouldn't have agreed to let Tingting marry him.

"Dad, Tingting and I are going back to Mom's tonight."

He plopped down on the sofa and unbuckled his belt.

“My sister found a boyfriend, and Mom wants us to go meet him.”

“Okay,”

I said politely. “What does he do?”

“I think he works for the government.”

Zijian seemed uninterested. “Tingting, what should we bring them?”

“Take those two boxes of health supplements.”

Tingting came out of the room, looking completely refreshed. Her lightly made-up face made her look even more youthful and beautiful. Her fashionable clothes accentuated her slender figure, making her stand out gracefully. Especially her full breasts, which were quite alluring, even Zijian couldn’t help but glance at her.

“How is it?”

Tingting twirled around in front of us, showing off.

“I’m impressed.”

Zijian exclaimed, his eyes shining. If I hadn’t been there, he definitely would have made a move. “Wife, did you use magic today?”

“You’re such a tease!”

Tingting laughed and scolded. “When doesn’t your wife do this?”

She looked at me with a smile, her eyes filled with an indescribable affection.

“How come I never noticed before?”

Zijian grinned.

"That's because you're blind

," Tingting snorted. "You were just distracted." Zijian

's face flushed and paled inexplicably.

Watching the two walk away, he felt a pang of disappointment. He hadn't thought Zijian was so outstanding before, but now he and Tingting seemed like a match made in heaven—their figures, stature, and looks were impeccable. He even felt a little ashamed of himself.

He ate some dinner, then went to bed alone, watched some TV, and drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, he heard Zijian and Tingting's voices.

"Dad, are you asleep?"

His earlier mood made him reluctant to pay attention, but he heard Zijian chuckle. "I'm so jealous,"

Tingting said, struggling to break free. "Envious of them, aren't you? Shameless."

Tingting said coquettishly, "I just think you're not honest."

"Good wife,"

Zijian pleaded, expressing his desire.

"Was Zijun arousing you?"

He opened his eyes and saw Tingting being embraced by Zijian, poking his forehead with her finger.

"Nonsense!"

Zijian reached out to kiss her, but Tingting blocked his mouth with her hand.

"Zijun is still in school and she dresses so seductively. Your eyes haven't left her for a moment."

"Tingting,"

Zijian said, as if his secret had been exposed, "she's my sister."

"It's a good thing she's your sister, otherwise, you would have been completely bewitched."

"Don't talk nonsense again!"

Zijian chased after her and finally kissed her.

"Buzz—" Tingting whimpered, "You just can't get Yingying's attention, so you're using a matchmaker to satisfy your cravings."

"I'll stop you from talking nonsense."

Zijian wasn't angry. He pushed Tingting down onto the edge of the bed and hurriedly unzipped her pants. He had only ever known that they shared a room, but he had never seen Tingting make love to him. Leaning back, he watched through the crack in the door as Zijian took off Tingting's pants.

"Who's talking nonsense? Zijun is dressed so revealingly that even Dad keeps peeking at her. Tell me, aren't her breasts bigger than mine?"

Zijian stammered, his words like an arrow on a bowstring.

"Let me see yours first."

He unbuttoned Tingting's shirt, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts. Tingting looked down at him, clearly also feeling the same desire. Zijian

cupped them and began to knead them. Tingting's breathing became heavy as she watched Zijian put her nipple in his mouth and suckle.

“Zijun isn’t married but she’s so big, don’t you think there’s something wrong with that?” Tingting brought up

the old topic while enjoying herself.

“What’s wrong with that? Women are all natural.” Zijian couldn’t wait any longer. He reached down to Tingting’s crotch and scooped her up. “But Dad’s eyes are a bit lewd.” He had already lifted Tingting up, and I could see the dark area between her legs. Zijian moved down from above. “Zijun has been his model.” “What did you say?” Tingting exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Zijian’s head. “What’s the big deal? Dad’s a painter.” Zijian said calmly, then parted Tingting’s large labia. Tingting shushed him, her gaze falling on them. Zijian observed carefully, then suddenly pinched Tingting’s clitoris. Tingting’s body trembled. “That doesn’t mean she was a nude model, does it?” “Mom was his model too.” Zijian pulled Tingting’s body in front of him, his large penis erect. “You mean Zijun had Dad paint her nude?” Tingting looked at him with disbelief. Zijian slowly sawed at Tingting's vulva, then forcefully thrust inside her. Tingting bloomed like a flower. "Dad said Zijun's figure is perfect for a nude model." Zijian leaned over and began thrusting violently. 02-04 Chapter 12 "Dad," I heard Tingting's voice early in the morning. She stood at the door, looking at my lazy appearance, "The food's in the pot, heat it up yourself, we're leaving." Then I heard the "clack-clack" of high heels approaching and fading away. Thinking of last night's scene, I felt a slight unease. For so many years, I've always treated Tingting as my woman. I never imagined someone would have sex with her right under my nose. Had I willingly become a cuckold? Years ago, seeing my two children affectionately in the yard, their shy, innocent love stirred a pang of jealousy within me, but it also solidified my resolve: I couldn't jeopardize their future. That's why I did everything in my power to send them to university. I never imagined that just a few years would pass, and Tingting would blossom into someone so extraordinary, so awe-inspiring. Her career, her family, her unapproachable air of nobility—all are awe-inspiring. My wife, on her deathbed, repeatedly urged me not to indulge the children's whims and suffer hardship, but deep down, I still hoped for a good future for my children. “Tingting, don’t find her a better match.” My wife gasped, tears welling in her eyes. “It will make you feel neglected.” I held her hand, comforting her repeatedly. “Let the child fly on her own.” My wife coughed, pressing her hand to her chest. “A woman’s heart is wild; you can’t hold her back. You should keep her by your side; it’ll be good for her.” “But that—it will be hard on her.” Although I said this, I was still a little reluctant. As long as Tingting cared for me, I would be content. “Hard on her? Shouldn’t she serve you?” My wife retorted. “You love her; she should be grateful.” “Don’t say that.” Looking at my wife’s pale face, I felt a pang of sadness and wanted to cry. “Brother—” Xiulan brought in a steaming bowl of chicken soup, which I took. “Let me do it.” She bent down, stirred it with a spoon, and then blew on it. The wife said gratefully, her voice weak, "I'm sorry to have troubled you." "Sister-in-law, I shouldn't bother with this little bit." She scooped up a spoonful and handed it to her, leaning forward apologetically. "Drinking this won't help." Xiulan retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, your brother is waiting for you to attend his wedding." The wife took a sip, a smile appearing on her pale face. "I'm afraid I won't live to see that day. I'm worried—worried about him, that no one will take care of him." "Don't think so much, just rest more." The wife grasped Xiulan's hand. "Xiulan, I'm leaving now, you must come and see him often." Xiulan scooped up another piece of meat. "Here, sister-in-law, I will come and see him." The wife said gratefully, as if murmuring to herself, "If your brother had someone like you, I would be at ease." Xiulan's hand trembled, spilling the chicken soup, splashing it all over the floor, her face instantly turning red to the roots of her ears. I knew Xiulan must have thought about our relationship. With a double entendre, she said, "What are you still thinking about? I have her by my side, don't I?" Xiulan secretly stepped on my foot from below, then glanced at me furtively. My wife coughed again. "Xiulan, promise me you'll come and take care of him often, make the bed and fold the blankets." "Sister-in-law—don't worry." This time, Xiulan's gaze was filled with deep affection. My wife removed Xiulan's hand. "How can I not worry? Your brother—your brother is a man—he needs someone to keep him company." At this point, all three fell silent. I understood what my wife meant, and Xiulan knew what her sister-in-law was talking about. I could tell my wife, but could Xiulan admit it? I looked at Xiulan questioningly. "Xiulan—" my wife pleaded, "Do you think I can not worry?" "Sister-in-law! " Xiulan lowered her head shyly. "Sigh—" my wife sighed hopelessly. Her daughter was grown up; she would eventually have her own family. Could she still be my companion like before? Chapter 13 The rural evening was particularly quiet. The endless plains were dotted with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys. A few small dogs chased and played along the village path. I waited a long time at the village entrance before finally seeing my son. "Mingming, why are you back so late?" "Dad, teachers these days are scrambling for class time." With the college entrance exam approaching, time was money, and this reflected the teacher's responsibility. "How have you been lately?" Mentioning grades made Mingming look at me excitedly. "Dad, I'm already in the top three in my class!" he boasted, then lowered his head shyly, afraid I would discourage him. "Study hard, and if you get into university, you can work like your sister." Hearing Tingting mentioned, Mingming's eyes sparkled. "Dad, can I apply to my sister's university?" he asked seriously. Remembering what I saw in the yard that day, I felt a pang of displeasure, but I couldn't dampen his spirits. "What, missing your sister?" Mingming answered honestly, "Yes." "That depends on your fate, but don't think too much about it, just study hard." Mingming readily agreed, "Okay." He skipped ahead, jogging all the way home. I took a walk around the vegetable garden and picked some fresh vegetables so that my wife would have a good appetite; her days in this world are numbered.

After dinner, Xiulan busied herself giving her wife a bath and changing her into a new set of pajamas. Her wife lay there blankly for a while, then suddenly pulled Xiulan aside.

"Sister, I need to talk to you."

Seeing her frail appearance and sallow face, Xiulan sat on the bed with her.

"This family isn't going to make it,"

her wife said sadly, her face filled with helplessness.

Xiulan stroked her wife's thin face. "Don't think like that."

"You don't need to comfort me, I can feel it, but I'm just a little worried."

Her wife coughed, and Xiulan quickly handed her a towel. "Your brother can't take care of himself, and Tingting works out of town."

"You mean—" Xiulan knew what her wife meant.

"Your brother-in-law is gone, so just treat this place as your home."

"Sister-in-law—" Xiulan hesitated.

"You know—" her wife hesitated, unsure if she should say it, "Don't worry, your brother really misses you."

Hearing this, Xiulan lowered her head, her heart pounding.

“He often talks about you.”

She took her hand, holding it tightly. “Xiulan, sometimes I’m even jealous,”

she smiled, a blush rising on her face. “You don’t know, even when we’re intimate, he calls your name.”

“Sister-in-law—” Xiulan stammered shyly. Good heavens! Why did he call her name back then? What would her sister-in-law think?

“I know you two siblings are good friends. If you really have feelings for him, I hope—” She looked at Xiulan earnestly.

“No—no—” Xiulan’s face turned as red as if covered by a cloth, and she turned her head away.

Her wife coughed violently. “I know—your brother—has always had feelings for you.”

“Sister-in-law, don’t think like that,”

Xiulan said hastily.

“I’m a woman, I understand men’s hearts, Xiulan—” She held her hand tightly. “From now on, you’ll take care of him.”

“Sister-in-law—” Xiulan pulled her hand away in embarrassment.

“I know—” his wife lay down, “You can’t let go. Actually, we’ve both been through this before. Being a man or a woman isn’t shameful. Your brother has been thinking about you for a long time.”

Xiulan sat silently, not daring to reveal her feelings to her wife.

Suddenly, her wife turned over. “Xiulan, what are you afraid of?”

“Sister-in-law—brother—” Xiulan still dared not cross the line. She was facing not just a woman, but a woman who loved the man she loved.

“Don’t you think all that preaching is a lie? In this world, there are only men and women, only the love between men and women.”

“But—” Xiulan hesitated.

“Little sister, don’t suffer for yourself, don’t suffer for the one you love.”

Her wife closed her eyes.

Xiulan sat silently, pondering her wife’s words.

Chapter 14:

"A murder occurred last night in Jinhai Garden. The victim was a female college student. The suspect fled the scene by car. According to eyewitnesses, the suspect is male, 175 cm tall, with a buzz cut. The police are currently fully involved."

Reading this news, I was shocked by the instability of society and the decline of morality.

Why is there so much hatred and evil between people? It's all due to the impact of the economic tide. People are focused on money, moral values have disappeared, and naturally, the world is going downhill. Zijian once said that female students nowadays have no concept of chastity; they will do anything as long as it's related to money. He had personally witnessed that "nude photography" was actually just "nude photography salons," already rife with corruption. To take "explicit photos," some "photographers," driven by curiosity, specifically bring telephoto lenses to photograph the models' private parts, or surround the "models" with their legs spread apart at close range, the focus of the lens being the model's private parts.

Even worse, the photographers repeatedly ordered the models to lie on the ground and pose, a kneeling position that fully exposed the woman's private parts. Instead of shooting the curves of her body from the side or front, the photographers rushed behind her to shoot her buttocks. The professional-grade cameras used telephoto lenses to zoom in and snap photos of the "key areas." During this time, several "photographers" constantly exchanged provocative words with each other, mainly about color, size, and plumpness, but they hardly communicated with the models. Only when they saw the models covering their private parts with their hands while posing would they unanimously "communicate" with the models, "Take your hands off!"

I don't know what my father-in-law's studio is like; Zijian has never told me. I only vaguely know that people paint naked in there. It's unimaginable for a girl to be naked in front of other men. Zijian said that's called art. In their words, it's about accepting this unadorned "living reality" as an aesthetic paradigm with an open and unashamed attitude, and experiencing excitement, pleasure, benefit, fascination, admiration, stimulation, and wonder from it. If

a man doesn't feel aroused or excited when faced with the naked body of a young and beautiful woman, especially her vibrant sexual organs, then unless he has impaired sexual function, even pigs and dogs will howl in heat and go into heat, so how can a man control himself?

"Dad—" Tingting called out loudly as soon as she entered the door, lazily throwing her bag on the sofa, "Zijian has another task."

After she finished speaking, she let her long hair fall over her shoulder, "I'll wash my face first."

Looking at Tingting's graceful body, I realized what city life was like. In those years, we didn't know how to wash our hands before meals and rinse our mouths after meals, and we never washed ourselves thoroughly before sex. But now, it seems that these are all necessary, so that we can fully enjoy the sex life between men and women, including those unacceptable positions.

The TV was playing "Home with Kids" again. Watching Xia Xue and Liu Xing reminded me of Tingting and Mingming from back then. A pair of children, both loving and mischievous, created the atmosphere of a family. Plus, I was involved, allowing a father to experience the love between his children and the happiness of having a daughter. But Xia Donghai didn't have that blessing; he never experienced the intimate moments a father has with his own daughter.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

Tingting stood beside me, drying her hair with a towel.

"What am I thinking about? Dad's getting old."

I sighed at the passage of time, the carefree days of father and daughter cuddling together were gone forever.

Tingting sat down next to me. "Dad—" She put down the towel and wrapped her arms around my waist, "Isn't this good enough?"

I reached out and hugged her. "Dad knows, Dad is content."

"If it weren't for this family, we wouldn't be together."

Tingting was good at comforting me; she'd always used her little womanly charm.

I lovingly pulled her into my arms, cupped her face, and kissed her.

“Dad doesn’t care about those things, Dad just feels that the family can’t be together like before.”

Tingting was also a little sad, nestled against my chest. “Everyone is born, grows old, gets sick, and dies. Mom’s gone, my brother’s gone to university, but I’m still here—I’m not always by your side.”

She teased me, trying to cheer me up. “Isn’t your daughter still the same as before?”

She deliberately rubbed against me.

Happily embracing Tingting, the father and daughter were immersed in the joy of family life.

Chapter 15

“Dad, let’s sleep in my bedroom tonight.”

Tingting suggested affectionately as we hugged each other.

“Then Dad will take it without hesitation.”

Tingting looked at me charmingly. “It was always yours.”

I felt incredibly pleased with herself. I picked Tingting up and strode into my son-in-law’s bedroom.

Looking at the wedding photo on the bedside table, Tingting was in a flowing wedding dress, the low neckline revealing a hint of spring; Zijian was in a suit and tie, holding Tingting’s hand, his eyes filled with confidence and happiness.

“Dad—what are you looking at?”

Tingting gently leaned in, blocking my gaze, her hands around my neck. This had never happened before. In front of her mother, she always acted shy, gently pushing me away before reluctantly accepting. This filled me with a mixture of excitement and guilt, but what I showed was an uncontrollable desire.

“Take it off.”

She looked at me coquettishly, pouting.

I pursed my lips and leaned in, kissing her as I unbuttoned her clothes. Her firm breasts were freed, bursting with desire. I carefully unhooked her bra and touched her.

"Dad—" Tingting called out sweetly, seeking kisses even more intensely.

He held her close, caressing her, his penis throbbing, pressing against her thighs. Tingting moaned softly, rubbing against him.

His hand slipped down her cleavage, grasping her firm breast.

"Dad—" Tingting's hand gently touched my trouser button, her breath filled with joy, "Did you miss me?"

"Silly girl, last night—" Tingting quickly stopped him, "I know you'll be jealous, but I can't—" Tingting's small hand had already slipped inside, grabbing my penis.

"I'll make it up to you."

She pulled away, striking a seductive pose.

Tingting's breasts were fuller and more alluring than before, her nipples erect and prominent; looking at those tempting buds, I couldn't help but swallow.

"Take them off,"

Tingting said again.

While admiring her, Tingting unbuckled her belt and obediently took off her skirt, revealing a pair of silk pantyhose covering her from head to toe, highlighting her underwear.

"Dad, there's more,"

she teased me, opening her arms to show me.

The pantyhose clung tightly to her curvaceous body, displaying a bright flesh color, with only a hint of black showing through the pubic hair between her legs. My hand quickly reached over and pulled it down along with her underwear.

A tuft of soft black hair covered her bulging mons pubis, forming a dark, dense forest in the middle. I stared intently, mesmerized by Tingting's alluring body.

"Bad Dad!"

she giggled, reaching out her slender hand to undo my pants. When that long, purple thing emerged, Tingting grasped it without hesitation.

"Aren't you coming up?"

She pulled me along, and the two of us climbed onto the large bed.

Before I could even lie down, Tingting knelt between my legs, grabbed it, and smilingly put it in her mouth.

"Ah—" I looked up at Tingting's posture, but unexpectedly, she was looking at me shyly. I stroked her head with a mixture of tenderness and love, and then I saw Tingting swallowing my penis.

Waves of pleasure rose from there, and desire surged through every part of my body, making me repeatedly fall into a sea of lust.

"Tingting—" I moved my large hand over Tingting's buttocks, wanting to see my own daughter's private parts. Tingting understandingly let me do as I pleased. My God! There was something so huge hidden between her buttocks. Before, from the front, I couldn't see anything inside at all. Inside her thick, large labia, there was a pool of fleshy tongue, like jade and powder.

Is this the daughter I used to play with so wantonly? Am I the Tingting I've pressed down on a thousand times? People used to say that college students are valuable, but why didn't I appreciate that? Did Tingting's college experience elevate even her status?

I pulled her close, her buttocks almost touching my mouth. An irrepressible desire gurgled in my throat. Every movement of Tingting's body caused her buttocks to sway before my eyes.

I trembled, then suddenly stuck out my tongue, feeling Tingting shudder, followed by a soft, wet sound.

"Dad—" she seemed unable to resist, quickly sucking and swallowing. Desire flowed and intertwined between our bodies, instantly overwhelming everything.

Chapter 16:

The murder case was making headlines. The prevailing rumor was that a university professor was keeping a nude model, only to discover she was his daughter from his affair. When the model learned her identity, she demanded to remain his mistress. Unable to bear the moral condemnation, the professor, in a fit of rage, accidentally killed her. I couldn't believe it was true, but relationships maintained by money are destined to be short-lived. The university student's death perfectly illustrates this point; she tried to maintain a morally bankrupt transaction through sex, but it was all in vain.

Money and power breed corruption, and cities harbor filth and grime—this is a true reflection of this society. I don't know if Tingting and I can make it work, but at least our relationship won't involve money or interests; there's only father-daughter affection, only the continuation of blood ties.

Zijian had been staking out the checkpoint for a day and a night. When he came back, he was exhausted, even his lips were blistered.

Tingting quickly made him take a shower.

"Drink some water, rest for a while,"

Tingting urged him.

"No!"

Zijian glanced at his watch, "I have to go out again in a bit."

He leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Is the case still unsolved?"

Tingting had long wanted to confirm the rumors circulating in society; since her husband was in the police force, many colleagues had asked her about it.

"It's not that simple,"

Zijian sat up, "but there's some progress. That damned guy raped her, and then forced her to become his mistress."

"Then they—" Tingting asked doubtfully.

Zijian looked at her. "He only found out later, but he's still not sure. Coincidentally, the time the professor calculated happened to coincide with their intimate moment, so he wanted to end it, but the girl absolutely refused." "

Then he shouldn't have—" She took a razor from the bathroom for him. Thick stubble sprouted from Zijian's chin, forming a veritable jungle.

After shaving, Zijian's white chin gleamed brightly. "The professor was forced into it. The girl not only didn't want to end it, but also threatened to expose it."

"Really?"

Even I was shocked. What's wrong with this world? Has everything become about money, and only money is what people need?

"If she hadn't made a scene, the professor wouldn't have been able to bear it. After all, she's his daughter. Sigh—" Zijian stood up and stamped his foot. "One was forced into prostitution, the other forced to kill. They both brought it on themselves."

"Those people in that art studio weren't good people to begin with,"

Tingting blurted out, then stopped when she saw Zijian's strange expression.

"Dad—" Zijian didn't say anything, "I bought you a leather belt."

He handed me a nicely packaged box.

I quickly took it. "You must take care of yourself and get some rest."

"I know!"

Zijian was indifferent, already used to his profession, and found these things quite ordinary.

"I'm leaving now. Visit Mom's place often,"

Zijian instructed Tingting before leaving.

Tingting suddenly remembered something. "Wait a minute."

She hurriedly turned back, running back, mysteriously saying, "Put this on."

Zijian took it with a puzzled look; it was a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. He smiled gratefully and casually put it in his inner pocket.

Chapter 17

The vast studio was filled with nude sculptures, so lifelike they seemed almost real, with vivid expressions, lifelike poses, and even the wrinkles and textures of the body parts clearly visible.

"Hongyu did all of this,"

Fang Shu explained, pointing out each piece.

Looking at the artworks, one felt both curious and amazed. No wonder painters were so obsessed with nudes; without the vivid portrayal of real people, how could they create such lifelike sculptures?

"Mom—Does Dad have an art studio at the school too?"

Tingting was also visiting for the first time, and she was a little overwhelmed by all the things.

"The ones at the school are bigger, but they're mostly for students' practice."

"This—" Tingting looked at a male statue inside, her face unconsciously turning red.

It was a male figure in a half-squatting position, his strong muscles and rich expressions exuding masculinity. Because his legs were crossed, his genitals were clearly visible, especially the large glans that represented maturity, displaying male sexual characteristics.

"This one is one of your dad's favorites. He said it fully showcases male charm."

Fang Shu wasn't surprised at all. "In the eyes of artists, it seems that gender doesn't exist; all activities are for the purpose of showcasing beauty."

I looked at the exaggerated male genitals in astonishment; even the folds of the foreskin were lifelike.

She led us into the inner room. "Look at these, they are all the most direct expressions of human love."

"Oh my—" Tingting exclaimed involuntarily, "Mom—" "Silly girl!"

Fang Shu teased, "It might seem a little hard to accept, but they are all famous works from abroad."

One after another, paintings and sculptures of men and women making love were displayed before us, making our blood boil.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. Humans have been passed down from generation to generation because of sex. You've been through it all, why are you making such a fuss?"

Fang Shu scolded affectionately.

"But—" Tingting glanced at me awkwardly.

Fang Shu knew Tingting was annoyed by my presence. "What's wrong with it? A woman's beauty is something anyone can appreciate. Ziju was her father's model."

Tingting asked in surprise, "You mean, my dad painted my sister's nude body?"

"Little girl!"

Fang Shu said affectionately, "He not only painted Ziju, but he also painted me."

"Then—" Tingting's speechless appearance amused Fang Shu.

“Those outside the art world wouldn’t understand. Your father has always considered art beautiful; he has a special pursuit of beauty. He painted Ziju when she was still a child. After she went to university and had a cultural foundation, her temperament naturally became different. Of course, he wouldn’t give up such an opportunity, so whenever the two of them had time, they would hide in the studio.”

Watching Fang Shu speak so easily and naturally, I was secretly amazed by a mother’s support for her husband’s career.

“People’s thoughts shouldn’t be too dirty, just like sex itself isn’t dirty. It’s a natural and beautiful thing. When it happens, it’s a kind of beauty, and it’s also an opportunity. It’s not as terrible as it seems.”

“Mom—” Tingting seemed to be listening to a fairy tale.

“Old Guan, don’t you think so?”

Fang Shu turned to look at me, her burning gaze gleaming.

“Of course—oh—no—” I didn’t know how to answer.

Fang Shu smiled gently. "Take incest for example. It's actually a kind of love. The mutual attraction between men and women doesn't happen because of age, status, or generation. It's something natural. When people love each other, they will have the desire and expression of love, and then sexual relations will naturally occur. You don't mind me saying this, do you?"

"No—no,"

Tingting quickly replied.

Fang Shu looked at me. "People are all about concepts. Once they accept something, it becomes their behavior, and they will feel that the behavior is appropriate. Otherwise, they will feel that it violates morality."

She paused. "Incest is a part of everyone's life. Of course, I'm not saying I support incest, but I don't oppose it either. As long as there is mutual affection, what does it matter if they are related by blood?"

"Then what if—" Tingting's words trailed off, but she hesitated and looked at Fang Shu in fear.

Fang Shu looked at her, seemingly knowing what she was going to say. "Do you think your dad's behavior is inappropriate? Actually, I don't care what happens between them; it's their business. Your dad isn't a saint, and your sister won't take it too seriously."

Just then, they heard Bo Hongyu calling from outside, "Fang Shu—Fang Shu—" Fang Shu responded, "What are you calling for?"

"Aren't our in-laws here? I specially bought some groceries."

Fang Shu winked at us and smiled warmly. "Hongyu likes to drink, so you should spend more time with him."

Chapter 18

The relaxed and warm family atmosphere of the Bo family was refreshing. There was no generation gap or barrier between the family members; it was more like a gathering of friends, where they could speak freely.

Ziju chattered on and on about what she had seen and heard at school, sometimes even hugging my neck to complain about her father, saying that he liked to drink, paint, and liked girls. As she said this, she made a face at me.

Hongyu sat to the side as if nothing was wrong, drinking and smiling broadly.

Tingting helped Fang Shu cook, and occasionally Fang Shu would come over and chime in, "Don't keep bothering your uncle."

Ziju would then pout and say, "What uncle? He's Zijian's dad, which is my dad too."

This made me secretly happy, and I felt a pang of envy that I would love to have such a precious daughter. Thinking of this, my gaze unconsciously drifted to Tingting.

"Ziju, you should find a boyfriend to keep you in check,"

Fang Shu said, putting down a dish and taking off her apron.

"No way! I want my dad as my boyfriend!"

Ziju went over and hugged Hongyu's neck affectionately.

"Your dad doesn't wash clothes or feet, how can you stand it?"

Fang Shu teased her.

"Hmph! Then I'll make him wash them, won't I?"

She tilted her head mischievously at Hongyu, "Boys these days spoil girls."

"Then you can have your dad spoil you for the rest of your life,"

Fang Shu mocked her.

"Dad, do you spoil me?"

She shook her head and swayed Hongyu's body. "I want you to wash my feet and my underwear."

Hongyu said helplessly, "Okay, okay."

He picked up his glass and said to me, "Come on, Lao Shu, let's drink."

Ziju obediently sat down. Despite being a junior in college, she lacked any semblance of maturity and composure, displaying a childlike innocence that seemed completely out of place for her age and figure.

"Tingting, didn't Zijian say when he's coming?"

Fang Shu, having finished tidying up, looked preoccupied, as if something was on her mind.

"His case isn't solved yet; he's out staking out the location."

Fang Shu rubbed her hands together, a barely perceptible hint of regret in her expression. "I'll call him."

Ziju looked at her mother, pouting. "When my brother doesn't come back, I feel like I've lost my soul."

"And when your dad doesn't come back, what do you feel like you've lost?"

Fang Shu retorted, unconcerned, and swayed away.

A moment later, Fang Shu's gentle voice came through, "Zijian, can't you make it back?"

The other end clearly gave an affirmative answer, and after a few more instructions, Fang Shu said, "Mom knows."

Then, her voice sounded both coquettish and tearful, "Be careful, don't make Mom worry, I'm hanging up now."

Hearing Fang Shu's lingering voice, I felt a little uncomfortable. I glanced at Tingting, who seemed quite calm; she didn't seem to understand what Fang Shu and her son were talking about.

Just then, Fang Shu came out, looking relaxed, and sat down at the table. "Zijian has another case."

"It's that murder case,"

Tingting quickly replied, "They say a professor kept a mistress who turned out to be his own daughter."

Just as Tingting finished speaking, there was a "clatter," and Hongyu's cup fell to the ground.

Hongyu, as if trying to cover it up, said, "Too slippery."

He hurriedly bent down to pick up the broken pieces.

Zijun chuckled and teased, "May you have peace every year!"

She quickly squatted down to help her father clean up.

"That can't be true, can it?"

Fang Shu asked, looking at Tingting.

“Zijian said the case is basically settled, we’re just waiting for the suspect to show up.”

“Then how could he not recognize his own daughter?”

“She’s said to be the daughter of his first love, and it seems like she got pregnant around that time.”

“What a tragedy!”

Fang Shu sighed.

Ziju finished cleaning up for her father and put the trash in the bin. “So what? Even if they’re father and daughter, there’s nothing wrong with loving each other.”

“But the key is that he killed her.”

Fang Shu corrected.

“This father is no fun. They were in love, why did he kill his own daughter?”

“It’s said that the daughter used this to blackmail her father, and he accidentally killed her.”

Tingting added from the side.

“So pitiful!”

Everyone felt sorry for them, not because they were angry that the father had played with his daughter, but because they lamented the tragic ending of the two.

Chapter 19

After dinner, Ziju pestered Hongyu to paint, and the two went to the studio one after the other. Fang Shu sat for a while, then told Tingting to tidy up the room next door, and went to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Tingting gave me a wink and quietly listened to the sounds inside through the crack in the door.

"Zijian, is that you?"

Fang Shu's voice was sweet and coquettish.

"Haven't eaten yet? Mom was just worried about you."

Unable to hear what was being said on the other end, Fang Shu adopted a coquettish tone, "Your dad and she went to the art studio again."

"You mean Tingting?"

Fang Shu glanced at the door. "I asked her to tidy up the room for her dad."

Suddenly, Fang Shu's voice lowered, "You idiot, do you know what they were doing?"

She brought the receiver closer to her ear, "You're not coming, Mom wanted to go keep you company."

Pulling the receiver apart, "Your dad's been enjoying painting lately, saying he's had some inspiration."

She vaguely heard Zijian laugh on the other end, followed by a coquettish smile on Fang Shu's face, "You're all clean now, you know what kind of person your dad is."

She heard Zijian's weak voice, "Don't call me that."

She shouted, kicking her foot.

Over there, Zijian called out something, and Fang Shu smiled sweetly, "Jian, Mom misses you."

Then she added, "Yeah, you idiot, I don't care about their business. Zijun acts like she has a grudge against me; she calls your dad Hongyu now."

Her voice was soft, tinged with jealousy, "You're bad!"

She smoothed her hair and pouted into the microphone, "Bad! I—I—I'm not talking to you anymore."

I saw Tingting listening intently, winking at her. Tingting knew I was afraid of revealing our whereabouts, so she waved her hand and craned her neck to look inside.

"Jian, come back soon, don't leave Mom all alone."

Her voice was nasal and sweet, not at all like she was talking to her son. "Your dad's always in the studio."

She almost complained, "Yeah, come back—" she said, laughing softly, "Come back, Mom will be your model."

Zijian seemed to be asking for something, and Fang Shu said shyly, "Whatever you want. Yeah, I'll hang up now."

Tingting quickly shrank back and quietly left.

The door creaked open, and Fang Shu quickly walked out and went into the bathroom.

"What did you hear?"

Eager to know what the mother and son were talking about, he quickly pressed Tingting for details.

Tingting gave him a disdainful look. "Dad, there's definitely something going on in their family. Didn't you see Zijun clinging to her dad? They even hid in the art studio, and his mother secretly called Zijian. Her voice and tone were nothing like a mother's."

"What could it be?"

he asked, trying to glean something from Tingting's expression.

Tingting said definitively, "Didn't you hear my mother-in-law say that incest is actually a form of love? The attraction between men and women doesn't happen because of age, status, or generation; it's natural. If they love each other, they'll have desires and expressions of love, and then sexual relations will naturally occur. I'm certain they're having an affair."

"You mean your father-in-law and Zijun?"

A father hiding in the art studio painting his daughter's nude body—how could something not happen?

“My mother-in-law and Zijian definitely have something going on, didn’t you hear my mother-in-law’s tone?”

Tingting mimicked Fang Shu’s tone, “Oh no! She—she—is ignoring you now. She even said she wants to be Zijian’s model. A mother asking her son to paint her naked body, and the son is only focused on painting, he’d probably have already painted inside his mother’s body.”

“Nonsense!”

I quickly stopped her, afraid that Tingting would ruin her relationship with her mother-in-law.

Actually, I could tell that their relationship was unusual, but I still didn’t want to admit it.

“Even if Zijian and his mother-in-law are not doing anything, they must have had a relationship long ago. A grown man looking at his daughter’s naked body every day, it’s no wonder he has desires. People say that art and promiscuity are only a step apart.”

“Then what about you and Dad?”

I retorted, telling her not to just look at other people.

“Hehe—” Tingting couldn’t say anything, “We—we have family and love.”

“Then only you and Dad are allowed, not them—” Just as I finished speaking, the bathroom door creaked open. Fang Shu saw us and was startled. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Mom, I’ll wait for Dad and the others.”

Tingting quickly interjected.

“Don’t wait, they’re like this.”

Fang Shu said and went into the bedroom without looking back.

“Dad—” Tingting chuckled and hugged me from behind. “I thought it was just us, but actually they—they’ve already—” I didn’t dare linger there and pulled Tingting into the room. “Are you crazy? This is their house.”

“Hehe—” Tingting smiled. “Dad, I want you to see that mark.”

Her words reminded me of the night Tingting first returned to her parents’ home after her wedding. We were making love behind Zijian’s back, and Tingting cried and asked me to make her a mark. After thinking it over, I decided that we, father and daughter, should have a witness.

Looking at Tingting in her wedding dress, looking so adorable, I felt both jealous and sad. My wife was coming and going outside the door, while we hid there, pouring out our longing for each other.

“Dad—I’m afraid of you—” Tingting cried, repeatedly apologizing.

“Silly girl—” I stroked her soft cheek, “I’m happy you’re getting married.”

“No—I want you to love me.”

Tingting nestled in my arms, seemingly filled with endless grievances.

I couldn’t believe that Tingting had been forced into bed by Zijian these past few days, yet I couldn’t help but believe it; on their honeymoon, what woman could resist?

“You’re back, aren’t you?”

I could only comfort her with these words.

Tingting raised her fist and punched me hard, “I hate you, I hate you.”

A tingling sensation ran through my body as I received my daughter’s tender affection, “You let him bully me.”

“Tingting.”

I looked at her helplessly, letting her believe the helpless choice a father could make.

“Then you have to make it up to me.”

Tingting pleaded coquettishly. I knew what she meant by “make it up to me,” so I hugged her and unbuckled her belt. When I put my hand inside her underwear, Tingting said shyly, “Bad Dad.”

She pulled me into my arms, clearly begging for my pleasure.

I quickly squatted down, pulled off her only remaining underwear, and seeing the tuft of stubble covering her legs, I forcefully pried them apart. This was Tingting, whom I had enjoyed alone just a few years ago, but now another man was sharing her. Tingting's vagina was no longer tightly closed, but slightly parted, protruding a bright red labia. I reached between her legs and inserted my hand, and heard Tingting let out a soft moan.

"Dad—" She shyly pressed the back of my head, trying to press it against her crotch. I wasn't willing to just swallow it whole like that, so I spread my hands apart, and under Tingting's gaze, I stared nakedly at her, wanting to see the changes inside. How many times had that man entered her? Could I, as her father, still go unimpeded?

"Give it to me, Dad,"

Tingting pleaded again, pulling his legs closer, and suddenly shoved my lips into hers. Tingting trembled, fainted, and let out heavy gasps.

"Dad, fuck me, fuck me."

I quickly picked her up, put her on the bed, and then thrust into her. After several years, I couldn't care less about cherishing her or caressing her. We, father and daughter, were intensely releasing our sexual desires. That night, my wife was tidying up the room outside, but I hid in the room and made love with my daughter, bringing her to orgasm again and again.

"Dad, leave me a mark."

Lying in my arms, stroking each other's genitals, confirming the marks we had just left, Tingting pleaded.

"What kind of mark?"

Tingting's genitals were sticky and filled with fluid.

"I want to know that you were once inside me, no matter when,"

she rolled over and climbed onto my stomach.

"Let me feel your presence."

I didn't know how to make a woman remember the pleasure her beloved man gave her forever without letting others know. Unless in her most private and inconspicuous place, and when she was aroused, she could still recall the past pleasures. Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I looked up at the incense my wife had lit—it was meant for ancestral worship, but in my mind, it conjured up a symbol.

"Tingting, the mark Dad gave you is etched deep in my heart."

"Mmm,"

Tingting blinked her big eyes, looking blissfully happy.

"Then lie down."

Tingting obediently lay down on the bed, looking at her beautiful, naked body that I had just ravaged, her pubic hair disheveled, white semen flowing from her vulva. I held up the incense, parted Tingting's thighs, and gently heated the burning incense at the junction of her labia and anus. Tingting couldn't help but cry out, "Dad—" Her body convulsed, rising and falling.

My wife, hearing the cry, rushed in in a panic, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Mom—" Tingting shyly held back her tears, but looked at the bright red spot with happiness.

Following Tingting's gaze, my wife blushed slightly and playfully scolded, "You're such a troublemaker!"

She threw away the incense and quickly hugged Tingting. "Does it hurt?"

My wife looked at us, bewildered, not knowing what we had done.

"Bad Daddy, I know—I know you'll always be there,"

Tingting said, her face streaked with tears, her smile radiant. Years later, my daughter and I were still proud of this masterpiece. Whenever we were together, I would look at the mark under my vulva and feel a surge of desire.

Chapter 20

In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard the door creak open. Getting up, I saw the cool moonlight outside. The secluded courtyard seemed very quiet, save for the occasional sound of a car engine from the road.

"They're all asleep,"

Hongyu said softly, knowing that Ziju and the others had probably returned. He looked at his watch; it was already midnight.

"Are you going to Mom's room again?"

Ziju asked softly, her voice filled with surprise.

"They—" It seemed Hongyu pursed his lips, quietly got up, and peeked into the living room through the crack in the door.

Two people stood side by side, arm in arm, Ziju seemingly reluctant to part.

Hongyu playfully pinched her nose, "You're so big, still scared?"

Ziju smiled sweetly, "How old am I? I'm still scared, but with you by my side, I'm not afraid."

"Silly girl, Dad can't be with you forever."

"I want you to be with me forever."

The two whispered, Hongyu putting his arm around her waist, "Then when you have a boyfriend, do you still want me to be with you?"

Ziju said with deep longing, "I don't want a boyfriend, I want you to be."

Hongyu, moved, reached out and pinched the tip of her pen, "Then Dad will be your boyfriend."

"Mmm."

Ziju smiled shyly, standing on tiptoe.

Hongyu turned to look at the bedroom, surprised to see them, and then saw Hongyu quickly kiss Ziju and disappear like a fleeting glimpse of a swan. Ziju, however, was still not satisfied. She wrapped her arms around Hongyu's neck and pressed herself against him again. This time, Hongyu held Ziju's body tightly, and the two entwined themselves for a while.

"That's enough."

Hongyu patted Ziju and gently pushed her away.

Ziju skipped into the bathroom. Hongyu stood for a moment, looked at his lips in the mirror, and saw that there was probably a lipstick mark on the handkerchief. Then he pushed open the bedroom door.

When Ziju came out, she quickly glanced at where the two of them had just been, paused, and then turned off the light. The moonlight from outside the window poured in like water, illuminating everything in the room clearly. He clearly remembered that night, under the same moon, when his wife lay weakly on the bed, staring at Xiulan with her big eyes.

"Sister-in-law, are you missing the children?"

His wife struggled to sit up. "The children are grown up and will have their own families. I'm just worried about your brother."

Xiulan knew that his wife wanted to bring up that topic again. "What's there to worry about about your brother? You should think more about yourself."

"Sigh, men are just like children who never grow up. They need a woman to take care of them. I'm worried that after I leave, your brother—" She looked at Xiulan earnestly, and Xiulan blushed.

"You just won't agree."

She complained, "Do you despise him, or are you just unable to let go?"

This time, his wife was a little more direct.

“Sister-in-law—” Xiulan didn’t dare look into her wife’s expectant eyes, “I’m just afraid of—gossip.”

“Silly.”

Her wife laughed, “He’s your own brother, what can people say? Xiulan—” as if entrusting her, “I won’t care, I’m very grateful to you for taking care of him for me.”

“Sister-in-law.”

Xiulan hesitated, like an unmarried girl.

Her wife carefully examined Xiulan. Xiulan’s handsome features resembled mine, only with a more feminine grace. If she wore men’s clothing, people might not recognize her. This is blood relation. Our parents’ blood and essence nurtured us, so that we could love each other. Was Xiulan and I wrong?

“Men need women to cherish them.”

Her wife said meaningfully, “Over the years, I owe him too much, Xiulan, you should make it up to him.”

Xiulan didn’t say anything, but buried her head in her wife’s hands.

Chapter 21

“Brother—Sister-in-law—” Xiulan saw me standing in the yard and said to me shyly.

"What's wrong with her?"

Knowing what Xiulan wanted to say, I pretended not to know.

"He wants me to sleep with you—" Xiulan couldn't finish her sentence, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.

I reached out and pulled her close. "What does he want me to sleep with you for?"

"You silly brother—didn't you notice? These past few days, she's been urging me to—" She looked at me with wide eyes, "She wants you to sleep with me."

Touching her beautiful face, I teased, "Then let's sleep together."

With my wife like this, Xiulan had been taking care of her, so Xiulan and I naturally had many more opportunities.

"That's so embarrassing."

Xiulan said shyly.

Under the moonlight, looking at Xiulan's timid expression, I lovingly stroked her. "What's embarrassing about it? It's not like we haven't slept together before."

"Oh—" Xiulan pushed me away and stood aside, "Let her watch—" She couldn't finish her sentence.

She reached out and hugged me again. "Are you afraid to watch?"

"Pervert!"

she said, pinching me angrily when she saw me staring at her. "No wonder you and Tingting like to do it in front of people, you exhibitionists."

"Hehe—" I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her cool lips. "Actually, your sister-in-law just wants to set us up—" "How could she have such thoughts?"

Xiulan asked, puzzled.

"I don't know either."

First her daughter, then her sister-in-law, "Maybe she loves me more."

Xiulan thought for a moment, then said angrily, "Your family are all perverts!"

Thinking about it, it made sense. In my wife's mind, there were no ethical distinctions, no distinctions of blood ties. In my mind, there was only love, with my daughter and sister, only thinking about the fusion of that love.

"Brother, if sister-in-law really does that—we—" She seemed to be thinking about that scene, but dared not think further.

I shook her shoulders. "What are you afraid of? Tingting and I have already done it."

That threesome by the river was enough to make me happy for a lifetime.

“But she’s your wife, can she accept us?”

Xiulan looked up. “Is she just testing our attitude?”

“No,”

I held her shoulders and whispered, “Tingting and I were brought together by her.”

Xiulan’s eyes widened. “You mean your sister-in-law wants you two—” “She even shares a bed with us, watching Tingting and me—” Incredulously, Xiulan murmured, “How could this be? She’s already gone too far by allowing you and your father to have sex, and she even watched you and your father make love.”

“What are you afraid of?”

I kissed his little mouth. “Sex, once you get used to it, it’s just like that. As long as you need each other, it’s just like eating and dressing.”

“Brother, I’m still afraid in front of her—” “Hehe—” I teased her. “What are you afraid of? It’s not like you’re something shameful.”

“Bad!”

Xiulan jumped up and down, cursing me.

I lifted Xiulan’s chin, and their eyes met. “Yours is no worse than hers.”

“Ugh—bad brother.”

Xiulan knew I was going to play a trick on her again and tried to pull away, but I pulled her into my arms and kissed her mouth.

Chapter 22

"Xiulan—" My wife, who had been inside, heard no movement outside and, fearing Xiulan might have changed her mind, called out at the top of her lungs.

Xiulan pushed me away forcefully. "Sister-in-law."

She nervously pushed open the door and saw my wife leaning against the headboard.

"Where's your brother?"

"He—he's in the yard."

Afraid my wife would notice something, Xiulan answered hastily.

"It's getting late, I'm a little tired."

Knowing my wife cared about me, I quickly opened the door, and the room was filled with a warm, dim light.

"Bring Tingting's quilt here."

She instructed, "Make sure it's a big one."

My wife had specially made a large quilt for us, father and daughter, so that we could still make love, but now that Tingting was at school, it hadn't been used.

When I brought the large quilt in, my wife had already made room for it. "He doesn't sleep well, he keeps me awake."

My wife looked at Xiulan apologetically. "You can share a quilt with him."

Xiulan was about to say something when my wife interrupted her.

“Tingting and her dad used to share a bed, I don’t want to sleep alone.”

It couldn’t be clearer, leaving Xiulan no room for further excuses.

I looked at Xiulan; she stood there, unsure what to do. She quietly got into bed and slipped under the covers, then turned off the light, just to give Xiulan an out.

Xiulan lingered downstairs for a while, then pushed the door, seemingly looking for something to do, before quietly climbing into bed. I quickly stripped off my clothes inside.

To avoid embarrassing Xiulan and to give her space outside, she deliberately kept a distance from me when she got under the covers.

“Take it off, it’s not comfortable sleeping with your clothes on.”

My wife knew Xiulan was embarrassed, so she spoke in a lighthearted tone. Xiulan dawdled as she took off her clothes, startled and pulling away every time she touched me.

My wife stuck her foot to my side and kicked me hard. I knew what she meant, so I reached out and pulled Xiulan into my arms. Xiulan was too scared to move; she really didn’t dare to show any emotion in front of my wife.

Xiulan was still wearing a bra and hadn’t even taken off her underwear. When my hand touched her, she tried to avoid it, her breath filled with shyness.

“Xiulan, before Tingting went to university, she always slept with her dad. Your brother didn’t come home properly.”

She spoke lightly on purpose, trying to break down Xiulan’s psychological barrier.

Xiulan didn’t answer, but she didn’t dare to struggle too much. My hand gently untied her bra strap from behind. She tried to pull away, but didn’t, letting me grasp her breast.

In the darkness, I heard the soft breathing of the three of us.

“Tingting just likes sleeping with him. She’ll understand when she’s older.”

My wife kicked me again. Xiulan looked at me suspiciously as I moved, perhaps understanding my wife’s meaning.

“When I wasn’t a woman, I let Tingting—Xiulan—behave. Tingting is obedient; she and your brother have always been like that.”

My hand groped Xiulan’s breasts. Xiulan finally gave up resisting and gently leaned into my arms.

“Tingting couldn’t bear to leave your brother. He insisted she go to university, saying it was his daughter and couldn’t be delayed.”

“Sister-in-law,”

Xiulan finally spoke.

My wife remained silent, wanting to hear Xiulan continue.

“I—” Xiulan sighed, “I know—” “You don’t need to feel wronged; your brother will treat you well.”

I grabbed Xiulan’s underwear from below. Xiulan hesitated for a moment, then let go. With a sudden pull, I pulled it off from her ankles. Reaching out, I saw Xiulan was already soaking wet. Despite her mental resistance, her body had already collapsed.

“Xiulan, your brother has always liked you. Back when we were doing this, he liked to call your name. I know he mistook me for you.”

“Sister-in-law—” Before Xiulan could finish speaking, my hand was already inside.

“Brother—” Startled and delighted, Xiulan suddenly changed her tone.

“Good sister—” I hugged her, flipped her over, and straddled her.

My wife realized what was happening and immediately turned away.

I quickly spread Xiulan's legs, raised my penis, and aimed it. Xiulan shyly buried her head between my legs, anticipating my entry.

“Ah—ah—” Just as the head of my penis touched her vagina, Xiulan couldn't help but cry out. I inserted my hands under Xiulan's buttocks, raised them, and thrust in forcefully. “Sister-in-law—” For

some reason, Xiulan called out to my wife at this moment, then covered her mouth. I no

longer cared about Xiulan's attitude; I only felt that even if the sky were falling and the earth were spinning, all I could do was release my desire.

Chapter 23

Changshan Park is a particularly beautiful scenic spot in this city. The park isn't large, but it's nestled against the mountains and beside the water, making it exceptionally quiet and a perfect place for students to sketch.

Leaving Changshan Park, I suddenly saw a familiar figure flash by on the riverbank. While I hesitated, I saw Tingting quietly follow.

Upstream from the riverbank is Changshan Mountain. Changshan isn't high, with gentle slopes, covered in green pines and bamboo, and dotted with strangely shaped rocks and many man-made landscapes. After climbing a slope, I saw the person disappear into a mountain stream.

Hiding behind her quietly, I could finally see that it was Fang Shu. Fang Shu was wearing a stylish trench coat, looking elegant and graceful. Her short hair made her look much younger, and her skill in makeup always made her appear much younger than her actual age, making her look like a charming young woman.

She stood deep in the stream, took out her phone and dialed a number. Then I heard a sweet, coquettish voice.

"At the north end of the park, um." She

put down the phone, stood on tiptoe, looking excited and expectant.

Tingting waved to me, and the two of us hid behind the rocks, one after the other.

"Your mother-in-law has a lover?"

I whispered, Fang Shu's expression making it hard not to suspect.

"Shh—" Tingting made a shushing gesture, and a moment later, we saw someone approaching from a distance. Fang Shu quickly went to meet them.

The person saw Fang Shu and hurried into the ravine, disappearing from our sight.

"Tingting, let's go."

Not wanting to intrude on other people's privacy, and besides, having my own privacy, what business was it of others? Tingting waved her hand, tiptoed, and slowly approached.

Leaning over the ravine, she suddenly realized it was Zijian.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Zijian looked at Fang Shu with concern.

"Why can't I come?"

Fang Shu said angrily, her eyes full of love.

“Hey! This place—” Zijian looked around, “We’re on a mission.”

“I’m not interfering with your mission,”

Fang Shu persisted. “Zijian, you’ve lost weight.”

As she spoke, her slender hand stroked Zijian’s face.

Zijian quickly took her hand away. “Mom—” Fang Shu’s previously happy face darkened instantly. “Can’t I even come to see you?”

Zijian sighed. “I didn’t say I couldn’t, but the mission is tight these days. The bureau has a deadline to solve the case, and everyone is staking out and searching.”

“I know,”

Fang Shu looked at him pitifully. “I just—I just wanted to see you.”

“Didn’t I call you?”

Zijian’s voice softened instantly, and the way he looked at his mother was different from before.

“You’re out there like this, barely alive, I can’t bear it.”

Fang Shu seemed about to cry.

The two stood quietly, and Fang Shu began to sob softly.

“Shu, don’t be like this!”

Tingting looked at me in surprise, hearing Zijian address his mother.

Fang Shu burst into laughter. "Jian, you finally called me that."

Zi Jian nervously looked around, and after confirming that no one else was around, he reached out to wipe away Fang Shu's tears. Fang Shu happily took his hand and gently rubbed it against her face.

"Jian, do you still recognize me?"

Her eyes shone with the kind of light only lovers share.

"Mom—I'm your son, how could I not recognize you?"

Zi Jian resumed his address, making it sound like an illusion to me.

"No—" Fang Shu blushed and acted coy, "Call me Shu."

Zi Jian's lips moved, and he finally called out again, "Shu—it's dangerous here, what if a thug—" Before he could finish, Fang Shu impulsively grabbed his hand, "Mom is afraid you'll be in danger, Mom just wants to be with you—" This time, Zi Jian gently wiped Fang Shu's pink cheek with his hand, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Their eyes met, conveying tenderness and affection, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze.

“Jian, as long as I’m with you, even if I die, it’ll be worth it,”

Fang Shu murmured, as if in a dream.

Zi Jian seemed to snap out of his daze. “Mom, you should go now,”

he urged her.

Fang Shu hesitated, reluctant to leave. Zi Jian gently coaxed her, “Be good.”

Fang Shu suddenly said decisively, “Hug me.”

Seeing her mother’s pleading face, Zi Jian seemed unable to bear it, yet also as if he had long anticipated it. He reached out and suddenly pulled Fang Shu into his arms. “

Jian, let Mom die with you, so you won’t be heartbroken.”

Zi Jian pushed her away, his voice filled with deep affection. “No!”

As if on cue, “Wait for me.”

At that moment, they saw a figure moving in the distance. The two quickly left. Fang Shu straightened her clothes and quietly walked back along the mountain stream.

I tugged at Tingting’s clothes. The two exchanged a knowing glance, looking at Fang Shu’s retreating figure with meaningful eyes.

"Dad, I knew there was something going on between them a long time ago."

"Are you jealous?"

I asked deliberately, afraid Tingting wouldn't be able to accept it.

"No way."

Tingting's eyes sparkled mischievously. "When we first got married, I always felt guilty towards him, but now I feel at peace."

Tingting grabbed my arm. "He's obsessed with his mother, and I'm obsessed with my father."

"Silly girl."

I didn't expect this ending. I wondered how far things had progressed between the mother and son. "

They don't seem to be doing well."

Based on experience and intuition, Fang Shu and Zijian hadn't slept together yet.

"But at least they love each other."

Tingting said cheerfully. "Dad, didn't you see how deeply in love they were? It was so touching."

"Getting a little jealous?"

I teased her.

"No way."

I could see that Tingting's smile was genuine. "Dad and I are a match made in heaven.

" I twisted her cheek. "Aren't you ashamed!"

Tingting grabbed my arm tightly. "That's right!"

I felt sweet inside, and I felt that this trip to the park was worthwhile. "

So you're not going to introduce her to Dad?"

Tingting was taken aback, then immediately understood. "Dream on! If you introduce someone else, it'll be your daughter."

Hehe, he thought sweetly to himself, finally having a place for himself in Tingting's heart. Chapter

24 (February 4th)

I didn't tell Tingting what I saw that night, simply because I held onto a kind heart. After all, having had such an experience myself, I hoped that everyone experiencing or suffering could find happiness. Love is beautiful, but it also carries a heavy responsibility, especially with one's own family. One cannot destroy the blood ties between two people for a moment of pleasure. Those who only pursue sexual pleasure and dare not shoulder responsibility cannot understand the blood connection between relatives. Only true love can taste the fusion and joy of sex built upon kinship. One bloodline, connected; of the same root and vein, flesh and blood intertwined—this is the highest realm of love.

These days, everyone at home is busy, making me seem lonely. I've wanted to visit Tingting's university several times, but haven't been able to. I've been staying at home alone, either watching TV or helping with housework.

The Bo family home exuded a strong cultural atmosphere; all the furniture was antique and elegant, appearing both refined and sophisticated. Each room's furnishings reflected the owner's personality. Unconsciously, I entered Ziju's boudoir, where a rich fragrance filled the air. Girls always like to decorate their rooms beautifully. Seeing the slightly messy dressing table, I casually tidied it up for her. This girl was always very casual, not paying much attention to her clothes, but she was very particular about maintaining her figure, perhaps related to her hobby.

The dressing table drawer was half-open. As I closed it for her, I noticed a stack of nude paintings inside. Curious, I picked one up and discovered it was Ziju's. I had only heard that Ziju had been a nude model for Hongyu, but only in words; I had never seen it myself.

Ziju's figure was indeed beautiful; her upper and lower body were well-proportioned, her two full breasts were high and firm, and her shallow, round navel was neat and attractive. Especially striking was the tuft of pubic hair, which appeared to be trimmed into an inverted triangle extending downwards, covering her entire crotch. Perhaps it was the painter's intention, or perhaps Ziju deliberately posed this way; in any case, the woman's private parts ended there. The second picture showed her in a seated position, graceful and elegant, appearing generous and composed. Her long, flowing hair draped over her chest, casually concealing her nipples. Below was a line of small characters: "Please correct me." It seemed to be left by the painter.

The third picture exuded youthful energy, suggesting it was done outdoors. Ziju stretched out her body, her expression shy and hesitant, her breasts leaning forward. Because her legs were spread apart, her pubic hair was somewhat exposed, and the private area between her thighs was clearly visible, even the crease was outlined. Below was another line of small characters: "Sent by Hongyu," clearly the work of Ziju's father, Hongyu. Below was a line of smaller print: "Jun sends Hongyu." The implied meaning was clear; it was all conveying a message.

Just as I read this, I heard the door open, followed by Ziju's voice.

"Hongyu—I'm going to the studio first."

She quickly came out, only to see Hongyu leading Ziju by the hand towards the next room.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Hongyu let go of her.

Ziju said coquettishly, "You naughty thing!"

"You have to be clean, otherwise—" Hongyu looked at Ziju.

"No way."

Ziju pouted, using their father-daughter language, and tossed her hair, "Hurry up."

"Okay."

It was only three in the afternoon, which should be class time. What were they doing back? Judging from their tone, it seemed like they were going to paint. Did Ziju always pose for Hongyu at this time? That makes sense; after all, they were father and daughter. It wouldn't be appropriate for them to be so noisy at school; people would definitely point and gossip.

Hongyu stayed in the restroom for a while, then hurriedly brushed his teeth, looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, and left.

Curiosity gnawed at her, a desire to uncover the truth lingered, yet she dared not. Sitting there, distracted, she recalled the night she'd heard Ziju ask Hongyu to be her boyfriend, and the kiss they shared when they parted. She suspected there was more to their story. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she quietly went next door.

The studio was large and bright, quiet and still. Slowly approaching, she found it all covered by curtains. Disappointed, despite her eagerness, she couldn't do anything.

Why cover it so tightly? Something was definitely amiss. Reluctantly, she circled the room, when suddenly a glimmer of hope appeared in the window connecting to the bedroom. Perhaps due to oversight, or perhaps because she hadn't had time to examine it closely, a corner of the curtain had rolled up. She quietly approached.

What she saw was astonishing: Ziju stood there naked, her body turned to the side, revealing only her profile. Hongyu was preparing his paintbrush, thick and soft, almost like a prop, its bristles smeared with various colors.

“Hongyu—” Ziju called out her father’s name directly, “Why did you suddenly think of body painting?”

Hongyu looked up, “They’ve been really into it lately, especially advertisers who like to use it to attract business.”

“They’re treating pornography as art, using girls’ bodies to desecrate them.”

Hongyu picked up his pen and approached. "Pornography and art are only a step apart; painters and models can both portray it."

"You're bad!"

Ziju said coquettishly. "You artists are just selling dog meat under the guise of mutton. What nude art? It's just about playing with girls' bodies."

"You can think that way, but without a girl's sacrifice, an artist can't paint that beautiful and spiritual human body. Don't move.

" His pen was already drawing on Ziju's chest.

"What's on it?"

Ziju asked curiously, but could only pose.

"A squirrel chasing fruit."

Hongyu skillfully sketched with a few strokes, and a lifelike squirrel jumped on Ziju's snow-white body, especially since its front paw was resting on Ziju's breast.

"Bad Dad, is mine—just a fruit?"

Ziju clearly realized her father's inspiration.

Hongyu looked up, admiringly. "Jun, your ingenious ideas are already approaching your father's level."

"I know how many caterpillars are in your heart."

Ziju smiled mischievously.

Hongyu finished drawing the squirrel, then dipped his brush in ink and with a few strokes, a jagged rock appeared.

"Bad Daddy, is there still a pine cone?"

"The pine cone is already outlined."

He tapped the tip of his brush against Ziju's breast.

"Dad—" Ziju blushed, whispering coquettishly, "It tickles."

Hongyu teasingly rubbed it a few more times, "

This is art."

A pine cone came to life, with Ziju's nipple standing precisely in the center, resembling the unopened tip of a pine cone.

“With you teasing girls like that, who could resist?”

“That’s why it’s not that artists are beasts, but that artists enjoy themselves.”

Hongyu stood up, examining her closely. “Jun, what do you think?”

Zijun stood in front of the mirror, admiringly saying, “It’s quite similar, especially that pine cone.”

“This is all thanks to you—” Zijun turned around, her eyes full of affection, “Hongyu, do you have an idea for what to do next?”

“Of course!”

Hongyu replied without hesitation, “Actually, I’ve long wanted to depict a scene of surging, turbulent water in your image.”

“Why?

” “Women are made of water, and water originates from there.”

“Bad father, the water there originates from men.”

“That’s my idea, Jun. We’re on the same page. Come on,” he gently helped Jun up.

My eyes widened. Although the father and daughter were naked, they discussed art from beginning to end, adhering to propriety without ever crossing the line, even though Zijun’s body looked so beautiful and captivating to me.

Under Hongyu's guidance, Ziju slightly parted her legs. I knew this position fully exposed a woman's private parts. Ziju was indeed a little shy, but obediently maintained the position. Hongyu

squatted down and began to paint freely on Ziju's flat stomach, instantly creating ripples and waves. Turning his brush, he followed the natural contours of Ziju's legs, forming the banks of the river.

I watched intently. Hongyu's brushwork was skillful and his conception unique. If he were shown to the world, it would undoubtedly amaze people. But on Ziju, this painting could only remain hidden in the depths of her heart.

“Hongyu—” Ziju called out, “Are you done?”

Hongyu stopped and straightened his back. “Take a look first.”

Ziju looked down, surprised. “Hongyu, those waves are so big, can you handle them?”

Hongyu looked a little tired. “Jun, I’d gladly throw myself into the waves.”

Ziju looked at him shyly. “The waves are so powerful, they’ll drown you.”

“No, I’m your oar, I’ll ripple in your heart.”

“Then how should I draw the heart?”

Ziju asked, looking at the bare, untouched area.

“Naturally, it’s a clam growing in the deep sea.”

“You bad guy! You’re braving the waves just for that clam?”

“Jun, you are that pearl-filled clam hidden in the deep sea, and I’m the turtle harvesting the clam.”

Ziju giggled. “Big turtle!”

She looked at him with bright, smiling eyes.

Hongyu stared intently at the area called the clam, seemingly pondering where to begin. "

Jun, the seaweed there is lush."

With a simple stroke on Ziju's thick pubic hair, the seaweed seemed to sway with the waves.

Ziju's vulva was surprisingly plump, with a bright red tongue protruding, making my blood boil.

Hongyu seemed confident, his brushstrokes deeply applying ink to Ziju's labia, each stroke and flick creating the image of a delicious clam swimming in the seawater, drooling. He seemed unsatisfied, suddenly inserting the brush into the clam's flesh and gently sweeping it.

"Hongyu—Hongyu—" Ziju clearly couldn't resist the teasing.

"Jun, I want the clam to reveal a pearl."

"Hongyu, do you want to pick it—" Ziju excitedly closed her eyes.

"I want a turtle playing with a pearl."

The brush had changed its purpose, standing upright with Hongyu's hand.

"Dad, I can't do art anymore,"

Ziju groaned softly.

“Then take a step forward.”

“Do you always flirt with girls like this?”

“Art has always been lewd.”

Hongyu inserted the pen, and white foam was already oozing from Ziju’s vulva, resembling a clam spitting out saliva. His other hand quickly pulled down his pants.

“Jun, do you want to see that turtle?”

A huge turtle poked its head out from among the dense water plants.

“Hongyu—you’ve been planning this all along.”

Ziju excitedly stroked the glans between her father’s legs, which was about to bite. She was both surprised and delighted; it turned out that artists could express sex in this way, more romantic and tasteful than those country bumpkins. Hongyu had already depicted his own vulva as a rocky turtle, just waiting for Ziju’s clam to form.

“Jun, although Dad, this turtle, has always played with you, it's never had this kind of feeling.”

“Bad Dad, you're just using art as a pretext for lewdness.”

“Jun, sex, though called lewd, is actually a kind of art. It all depends on how you express it. Why call something so beautiful dirty? I've never heard anyone say that sex brings pain.”

“You're always right. That's how you convinced me back then, and then—” “Jun, do you regret it?”

“No! We are all embodiments of art.”

“Jun, you're right. We've always expressed ourselves freely. We've transcended art, and we've performed art.”

Ziju's eyes revealed a charming allure. “Hongyu, I wish you, this turtle, had a soul.”

The enormous turtle shook its head and peered at the drooling fleshy clam.

“Jun, he will.”

Hongyu deftly finished the final stroke on the clam's fleshy leaves with a brush. "He will pluck the precious pearl inside the clam."

Ziju blushed and closed her thighs. "How long do you want him to stay inside?"

Hongyu put down his brush and spread his arms. "Jun, I want him to mature a little more inside you."

He draped a coat over Ziju, and the two gazed at each other affectionately. "

You're always like this,"

Ziju murmured, expressing her dissatisfaction with Hongyu.

"Jun, we both live for art. Only by reaching a certain level can we fully express that art and experience the sublimation of emotions within it."

"Hongyu,"

Ziju nestled against him gently, "

I am your first work, and I will always be your work."

Chapter 25

"Mom—what delicious food did you make?"

Ziju came out of the studio, smelling the aroma of food

, and hugged Fang Shu's waist. "Greedy cat, what else do you know besides eating?"

Fang Shu glared at her disapprovingly.

"I also know that Mom is beautiful and dotes on Zijian."

She said, giggling, then glanced at Hongyu who had walked into the living room.

"You're going to die!"

Fang Shu was startled and glared fiercely at Zi Jun.

Zi Jun leaned affectionately against Fang Shu, "Mom, if you like someone, you should express it. It's better than keeping it to yourself."

"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Shu was a little annoyed.

Zi Jun stuck out her tongue and suddenly said, "I like Dad."

Fang Shu was stunned for a moment, then scolded, "Watch out, or you'll get struck by lightning."

Zi Jun said disdainfully, "Even if I get struck, I'll be happy. Unlike some people, they're just repressed perverts." "You—?"

Fang Shu looked at her hatefully.

Listening to the mother and daughter bickering, she recalled the scenes she had witnessed these past few days. It turns out that regardless of social status or level of cultivation, people's desires are the same. No matter how they pretend or hide in front of others, once they take off their clothes, they are all beasts. Tingting and I, Hongyu and Zi Jun, although we used the name of love, we were completely violating ethics and morality. Fathers and daughters were acting like husband and wife. I like Tingting. Beyond being father and daughter, there's a romantic connection between us, but I've never regretted it, nor do I feel it's immoral. On the contrary, we're happier because we have a more genuine and intimate relationship than ordinary fathers and daughters.

Ziju doesn't shy away from Fang Shu, indicating their father-daughter relationship is already an open secret. Fang Shu seems to have tacitly accepted it, neither interfering nor encouraging it, acting like a complete stranger.

Tingting didn't go home because of a work event. After dinner, Ziju took Hongyu's hand and went into the inner room.

Fang Shu stared at them, then suddenly heard the phone ring. She quickly stood up, her face showing anticipation.

"Hello—it's Zijian."

Fang Shu said excitedly, then quickly went into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

For some reason, I felt a mix of curiosity and unease, perhaps because of Tingting. After sitting for a while, I finally couldn't resist. Seeing that the father and daughter didn't seem to be coming out, I tiptoed closer to Fang Shu's bedroom.

“Zijian—” Fang Shu said softly, full of hope, “When are you coming back?”

“I don’t know?”

Fang Shu was a little disappointed. “Mom is having a hard time.”

She heard something being said on the other end, probably words of comfort. “I don’t—” Fang Shu’s tone was very gentle. “Didn’t you say you were waiting for me?” She

could even say such cheesy things. Then she heard Fang Shu say, “Mom just wants you to stay by my side.”

Suddenly hearing Zijian’s clear voice, Fang Shu probably unintentionally pressed the mute button.

“Mom, I know, I know what you’re thinking. Dad and my sister are still like that?”

Fang Shu actually went along with it, keeping the mute button on. “What else could they do? He’s still drawn all over your sister.”

“Don’t be jealous, they won’t do anything.”

Zijian comforted her on the other end.

“Won’t do anything?”

“Mom, you know.”

Zijian couldn’t say it out loud.

“I know your dad definitely won’t be honest. Those girls before—Zijian, can we not talk about him?

” Fang Shu really wanted to hear Zijian say something else.

“Mom, I suspect this case involves—him,”

Zijian said hesitantly, unsure.

“Who?”

Zijian whispered, “My dad.”

“What did you say?”

Fang Shu asked in surprise.

“I’ve investigated many clues, all related to him, but he wasn’t at the murder scene. Mom, do you remember he had a lover before?”

Fang Shu stammered, “I remember, her surname was Xiao.”

“Yes, the murdered girl’s mother’s surname was Xiao.”

“So you mean, your dad kept her and then killed her?”

“Maybe he hired someone to kill her, to stage a fake scene,”

Zijian speculated, “but he did it flawlessly; if I didn’t know the inside story, I wouldn’t have known.”

“What about your sister?”

Fang Shu wasn’t worried about Hongyu’s safety; her first thought was that if something happened to Hongyu, her daughter Zijun would definitely be devastated.

“These are just things I investigated secretly; they’re still tracking down the killer.”

Fang Shu thought for a moment. “Zijian—” she started to say but stopped herself, “If something happens to your father, your sister—” Zijian knew his sister Zijun’s feelings for their father. “Mom, I know.”

Fang Shu said sadly, “Jian, I’m so worried about you.”

Zijian remained silent on the other end.

“Did you hear that?”

“Mom, don’t think too much.”

Fang Shu’s heart sank. “What did you say?

Mom—” She had been deeply devoted to her son, but in the end, he told her not to overthink things.

Zijian knew Fang Shu was thinking about that again. “Silly girl, I meant don’t take them to heart.”

“Then I—” Fang Shu hesitated but still said it, “Do you take Mom to heart?”

Holding the phone, she was both afraid and worried, afraid that her son would reject her to her face, and also worried that he would look down on her.

Zijian’s voice came through, “Mom, you’re always the first person I think of.”

“Then you—” Fang Shu was a little disappointed; she wanted to hear her son’s most direct confession.

Knowing her mother was subtly hoping on the other end,

he said, "Shu, don't you understand?" His voice was low and almost inaudible as he continued, "Shu, you are my only one."

Fang Shu was stunned. She hadn't expected her son to confess his feelings to her, and a wave of happiness washed over her.

"Jian—Mom—" she wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

"Shu, you know my heart,"

Zi Jian said decisively on the other end. Fang Shu was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes. "Jian, Mom—" she murmured, "Mom has always loved you."

Holding the microphone, she waited expectantly for Zijian. After a while, she heard his heavy breathing. "Shu, I love you too."

"Good son—" Fang Shu called sweetly, "

With your heart, Mom is content."

"Silly Mom, your son will always love you. Are you afraid that your son won't be filial to you?"

Fang Shu was completely confused. She didn't know what her son was trying to say.

"Jian, you know Mom—no—" "Silly Mom, of course I know—I know you think about me day and night, and hold me in your heart."

"Jian, it's good that you know Mom's heart."

Hearing him say "hold me in your heart" was like hearing him say "lover," and Fang Shu felt a warm glow in her heart. He finally understood his mother. His mother's efforts hadn't been in vain. Fang Shu smiled happily, a warmth welling up in her heart. "How will you be filial to your mother?"

She waited for Zijian to give her a clear answer. Just thinking about it made her feel a mix of numbness and sourness.

Unexpectedly, Zijian countered with, "How do you want your son to be filial?"

Fang Shu felt uneasy, wanting to answer but afraid of Zijian's rejection. He hesitated, her voice gradually weakening, "Mom, Mom doesn't know."

"Silly Mom, tell me when you've thought it through."

"You brat—" Fang Shu cursed, clearly disappointed, "Mom wants you to tell me!"

Zijian hesitated, his tone probing, "Mom, do you like your son to be filial?"

Fang Shu said unhappily, "Mom—" Before Fang Shu could finish, Zijian suddenly changed his tone, "Shu, I won't be your filial son, okay?"

Fang Shu was stunned, "Then—" Zijian had thought his mother would speak up now, but in the end, she was still evasive and unwilling to express herself to him, which made him feel a little disappointed. But thinking of Hongyu and Zijun, he couldn't bear to give up like this.

"Shu, it would be so nice if you were Dad."

This seemingly random sentence caught Fang Shu off guard. She was already annoyed with Zi Jian for his lack of romantic understanding, but then she heard a dial tone on the phone and froze, holding the receiver.

Chapter 26:

The ambiguous atmosphere in the Bo family fueled my fantasies, but I dared not make a move in front of Tingting, especially at night, which was pure torture. Several times I even masturbated, imagining Zi Jun and her father in the art studio.

Tingting noticed my anxiety and secretly teased me, saying I was like a monkey with its tail on fire, impatient and restless. The more she teased me, the more uncomfortable I felt. To be honest, facing Tingting's alluring body, I was already burning with desire and eager to enter our private world.

Although I've been in this city for a long time, I rarely go out alone. Firstly, I'm not used to the crowds, and secondly, I don't know if it's because of my age or something else, but I get disoriented and lose my sense of direction when I'm out.

When Tingting accompanies me out, it's usually to a park or some other scenic spot. Feeling incredibly restless, I cautiously wandered around the streets alone, carefully noting the surroundings. That evening, as if by prior arrangement, none of my family came home for dinner. I strolled alone, looking for a food stall to eat at, and before I knew it, I had walked quite a distance along that road. Fortunately, it was a north-south thoroughfare, so there was no turning back.

Tingting had told me that there was a bustling food street about 4 kilometers away, right next to this road. I had wanted to check it out for a while, but hadn't had the time, so I kept walking, searching for it.

I estimated my steps carefully, and then I saw a crowd gathered at the neon lights ahead, with vendors calling out their wares. I quickened my pace. It was an east-west alley, quaint and charming, lined with various food stalls, almost a collection of famous dishes from all over the country. Standing at the entrance of the alley, I could smell the enticing aroma of food, which immediately whetted my appetite.

After memorizing the surroundings, I slowly squeezed into the alley, searching for my favorite food.

Suddenly, I saw Fang Shu flash by ahead, hurriedly making a phone call. Didn't she say her workplace was having an event? Could something be wrong? I quietly followed her, watching her enter a small courtyard.

There was no one there. Fang Shu stood there, anxiously looking around.

Suddenly, someone came out from another side gate of the courtyard. "Mom, didn't I tell you not to come?"

It was Zi Jian. Were they going to have a date here?

Fang Shu was pleasantly surprised. "Mom was just worried about you. Were you staking out here?"

Zi Jian didn't say anything, but took Fang Shu's hand and led her into the house.

"The house next door belongs to a criminal's relative. We take turns keeping watch here."

Fang Shu looked at the environment inside; it was dirty and messy, with instant noodles on the table. "

You eat this?"

"When there's no time, I just grab a bite.

" Zi Jian looked at Fang Shu casually.

"Mom's worried your health won't be able to handle it."

Fang Shu's loving gaze softened, seemingly melting the man before her.

"You look quite robust,"

Zijian patted his chest. "You should go back soon."

"What?"

Fang Shu's eyes lit up with joy. "So eager to get rid of me, are you keeping—" "Keeping what?

" Looking at Fang Shu's new haircut and well-fitting clothes, Zijian felt refreshed. "Even if I were keeping someone, it wouldn't be anyone else."

"Then who are you planning to keep?"

Fang Shu's eyes held a hint of anticipation.

Zijian suppressed his desire and turned his head. "Mom, they're coming again soon—" "Zijian, I want—" Fang Shu said eagerly, "to stay here with you."

She reached out to straighten Zijian's clothes.

Zijian stared at her intently, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Fang Shu suddenly snuggled into Zijian's arms, tilting her head back. "Zijian, Mom missed you

so much." Zijian stood there motionless, gazing lovingly at his mother.

"Hold me, okay?"

Fang Shu pleaded further.

Zijian gently embraced her. "Shu, I've always thought—how wonderful it would be if we were in a strange environment.

" "Zijian, do you really think that?"

Fang Shu's gaze was intense.

"Unfortunately, we can't."

"We can, as long as you're willing, I'll be with you."

Fang Shu seemed to have given up everything; she looked at him tenderly, her bright red lips moving slightly.

Zijian held her hand tightly; perhaps in his heart, this was all he could do.

“But that would turn the world upside down.”

“Jian, don’t be afraid!”

Fang Shu turned around to face Zi Jian. “As long as you want to raise me, Mom will let you.”

Zi Jian was overjoyed by her sudden words. “Shu, have you thought about it? If I raise you, it’s not just about raising a mother.”

Fang Shu said shyly yet boldly, “You can raise me however you want. Mom is yours.”

“Shu, are you talking about the heart, or—” “I don’t want my heart and body to be separated. That will only increase the pain. Jian, do you know the pain of longing? Do you know that physical desire is sometimes more unbearable than mental desire?”

“Shu—” Zi Jian called out, holding Fang Shu tightly. “I have always longed to be in another world—” He rubbed Fang Shu’s clothes, as if he were rubbing her flesh.

“Shu, your body—your body—” “Jian, my body isn’t—” Fang Shu suddenly nestled shyly in his arms.

Zi Jian suddenly realized, “Impossible, impossible.”

He raised his head, pulling at his hair, “I can’t, you are my mother, I can’t be that beast.”

Fang Shu was disappointed and suddenly squatted down, “I’d rather die.”

Zi Jian bent down and hugged her, Fang Shu fell into his arms, desperately, “

You made Mom so sad, you said you’d let me wait, but you—” “Mom—” Zi Jian touched her cheek, wiping away the tears on her cheek, painfully, “I’m about to collapse.”

Fang Shu struggled, infinitely pitying, “Jian, let’s not suffer anymore, let’s die once, okay?”

Zi Jian said with difficulty, “Shu, I want so much, I want to possess you wholeheartedly.”

“Jian, I don’t want you to possess me, I want to merge with you completely.”

Zi Jian impulsively picked up his mother and kissed her.

“Jian, you finally dared to want me. Mom didn’t wait in vain.”

The two embraced and kissed passionately.

Chapter 27

“Zijian—” Suddenly, the side door was pushed open, and a plainclothes policeman walked in.

Zijian heard someone call him and hurriedly pushed his mother away from his arms. Fang Shu was panting and hurriedly straightened her clothes, which Zijian had crumpled.

“Zijian—” The man was stunned when he saw Fang Shu and looked her over suspiciously.

Zijian quickly introduced her, “This is my mother.”

“Oh, Auntie, hello.”

Fang Shu nodded somewhat awkwardly, “Hello!”

“Zijian, the team wants us to withdraw.”

He tugged at Zijian’s clothes.

Zijian and he walked to the side. “The criminal’s tracks have been found elsewhere, and the team is concentrating its forces to search that area.”

He glanced at Fang Shu, “Hey, is she really your mother?”

Zijian glared at him fiercely, “What’s wrong?”

The man smiled secretly, “I thought it was your lover.”

He had only seen half of what had just happened.

Zijian laughed and punched him lightly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I knew you wouldn't have the luck or the guts.

" He said enviously, "Your mom is so beautiful!"

He glanced back at her, "I'm leaving now, Auntie, goodbye.

" Fang Shu said politely, "Goodbye."

Watching the man walk out of the yard, Fang Shu immediately threw herself into Zijian's arms.

"Jian, what did he just say?"

The man was hiding to the side, glancing at her from time to time as he spoke, and she knew he had ill intentions.

"He said you're beautiful."

Zijian hugged her, "And he said—that you're my girlfriend."

"Oh—you bad boy."

Fang Shu cursed, her face flushing red with embarrassment, "Mom is your girlfriend?"

Zijian sighed. He had made a promise with his mother in a moment of impulsiveness, but now he was a little scared.

"Mom, if you could be my girl, I'd die happy."

Fang Shu quickly covered his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense!" Her

eyes were charming and alluring. "Mom—Mom is willing—" she said, covering her face in embarrassment, then suddenly letting go, her hot gaze fixed on Zi Jian, "Mom wants you to have her for the rest of your life."

Fang Shu said "have her," but to Zi Jian's ears, it sounded like lewdness. He excitedly asked, "Shu, are you really going to give me your body?"

The mother and son had already made their intentions clear, yet Fang Shu was acting coy like a girl. "Silly boy, even if you want it, my body is still yours. I'm just afraid I'm a used woman, and you won't want me."

Zi Jian gently turned his mother's body around. "Shu, once the case is solved, I'll take your body, I'll take you with all my might."

"Silly boy."

Fang Shu deliberately rubbed against Zi Jian, perhaps she could already feel the magnificence in his manhood. Zijian couldn't resist Fang Shu's seduction and teasing. He gasped, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and said with difficulty, "Shu, let's leave here."

"No!"

Fang Shu pleaded coquettishly. This was their second date, and she had already come to regard her son as her sweetheart.

Zijian knew his mother was aroused and hugged her. "Sweetie, it's not safe here, and it's not hygienic."

"Jian, I want you—" she said, burying her face in Zijian's chest shyly. Her hand instinctively reached for his crotch, but upon touching him, they both recoiled simultaneously.

Zijian looked around. The walls were mottled and uneven, even the floor was riddled with potholes. How could this place be suitable for a date? How could he let his mother be intimate with him in such a place?

“Shu—” he said with lingering affection, “It’s too shabby and damp here.”

Having finally opened up to each other, Fang Shu didn’t want to lose this opportunity. She stood on tiptoe and pleaded, “I don’t care.”

Zi Jian couldn’t resist, but the environment in front of him didn’t allow him to be intimate with his mother in any way. He said with difficulty, “It’s not safe here, what if—” This sentence obviously had an effect. Although his desire was burning, Fang Shu no longer insisted. She simply reached her hand towards Zi Jian’s lower body to satisfy her temporary thirst.

Zi Jian naturally couldn’t resist. Looking at his mother’s beautiful face, he couldn’t help but kiss her.

“Mmm—” Fang Shu moaned softly, and for a moment, her hand lost its strength and pinched his glans hard.

“Shu—” Zi Jian gasped in pain, tears streaming down his face. “You want me to be childless?”

Fang Shu said apologetically, “Jian, Mom—Mom can’t control herself, give it to me.”

Her pleading eyes made Zi Jian’s impulse surge.

He hugged her tightly, his hard penis pressing against Fang Shu's thighs, eager to thrust inside and satisfy his lust. "

Shu, I love possessing you, I'll possess you now."

"Good son, Mom loves it—" Fang Shu felt dizzy, feeling a gush of fluid flowing down her thighs, unconsciously anticipating her son's intrusion.

"Shu—" Zi Jian stroked her through her clothes, tentatively exploring the full shape, muttering, "You cunt—Mom—" Fang Shu happily tilted her head back, playing with his large glans, "Good son—" she almost drew him up, "Mom's cunt—" she said, her head resting against Zi Jian's chest, the word itself bringing a sense of pleasure, as if it were exposed right in front of him, "I've always saved my cunt for you."

Zi Jian gasped for breath, his mother's lewd words almost making him lose control, his penis pressing further into her. Just as the mother and son were reluctant to part, a shout suddenly came from the yard, "Garbage collection!" A shrunken old man peeked out from the doorway and then withdrew. "Do you sell garbage?

" Zijian quickly pushed Fang Shu away, angrily shouting, "Go away!" The old man wisely left.

Zijian looked at Fang Shu, a little excited and a little reluctant. "Shu, just now I touched your—" He secretly kissed her and secretly exerted some force down there, "Your pussy."

Fang Shu turned around quickly, blushing, and cursed, "You brat."

The two of them were lost in their fantasies for a moment.

“Shu—” Zijian saw the old garbage collector still lingering in the yard, so he turned Fang Shu around and looked her in the eye. “Just now, thank goodness we didn’t—” Fang Shu was still immersed in the wonderful feeling just now. She glanced at Zijian shyly. “You naughty son, Mom—Mom—” She wanted to come closer, but then she saw the shadowy figure in the yard. After all, she didn’t dare to be too presumptuous, so she stomped her foot hard and then started punching Zijian like raindrops.

Zijian happily endured it, smiling. “Shu, that old man has been watching us.”

Fang Shu didn’t care. “Let him watch.”

Zijian’s hand was drawing circles. “Then take your clothes off. We’ll be right here.”

He knew Fang Shu wouldn’t, and wouldn’t dare to, do that. Fang Shu hesitated as expected, and sighed deeply. “Jian, I really want to—” Zijian took advantage of the old man turning around and suddenly kissed Fang Shu. “

I don’t want to.”

He grabbed Fang Shu’s plump breasts as if he wanted to tear them off.

The two touched each other, anticipating the sensations of this moment.

After a while, Zijian swallowed hard. "Shu, I don't want to rush things. I just want to appreciate you at the right time and in the right place—and then slowly enjoy you."

Fang Shu, though unwilling, had no choice but to suppress her desires. Even though she was already wet, she didn't want her son to look down on her or think she was too promiscuous.

"Then Mom will wait for you."

Zijian gently kissed Fang Shu, smoothing her hair. "Shu, forgive me.

" The two walked out hand in hand, like an intimate couple.

Chapter 28

Hurriedly heading back, I somehow ended up in the opposite direction. By the time I realized it, it was already 10 p.m. My stomach was growling with hunger. I ate something quick and then walked back the way I came.

"Old Guan, where did you go?"

Fang Shu had already returned home. Seeing my exhausted face, she stared at me and asked.

"Oh, just going for a walk."

I secretly glanced at her and saw that Fang Shu looked happy, perhaps because she had let go of her worries.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I just ate a little something."

Notice the change in Fang Shu; the tenderness she showed when she was with Zi Jian was gone, and she looked more like a knowledgeable and mature woman.

"Here, have some water first. It's not easy living alone."

She handed me a glass of water. "I haven't considered finding a companion."

"We'll see."

I answered casually, afraid she would overthink it.

"Uncle, I saw you at the food street just now."

Zi Jun came out of the restroom and washed her hands.

I was startled, afraid she had discovered that I had been spying on her, and looked at her nervously. "You, when?"

Zi Jun looked at me strangely, thought for a moment, "Around 6 o'clock. I was with my classmates and saw you there."

"Oh."

I calmed down, knowing that with Zi Jun's personality, she would definitely tell me if she found out something.

"Where's Lao Bo?"

Actually, I wasn't concerned about him, but I saw Zi Jun alone. They used to always be together.

"What else could he be doing? Art, of course."

Fang Shu said dismissively.

“Uncle, my dad’s been getting into body painting lately.”

Ziju blurted out, but it reminded me of her naked body. Hongyu was painting, his brush lewdly teasing her, enough to make anyone want to seduce.

“You follow your dad’s every move.”

Fang Shu mocked her.

“Mom, do you want him to paint your body too?”

Ziju didn’t shy away from it, blinking her big, bright eyes with a mysterious look in her long eyelashes.

“He doesn’t care about me.”

Her words were tinged with jealousy and resentment.

“It’s art!”

Ziju emphasized. Just then, I heard Hongyu call from inside the room, “Ziju—” “Yes.”

Ziju answered and hurried back inside.

I saw Hongyu dart inside and then close the door.

I looked at my watch; it was already 11:30. “

Old Guan, get some rest.”

Thinking of Tingting, I glanced outside.

“Why don’t you wait for her?”

Fang Shu clearly noticed my worry. “She’s having some kind of party at work.”

Fang Shu said, getting up and walking into the house.

I wondered what the father and daughter were doing inside, so I couldn't resist sneaking over. I heard them giggling inside. "Bad dad, why are you drawing like that?"

"It's sexy this way."

"Bad! You're ruining girls.

" Hearing them say that, I grabbed a stool, stood on it, and saw that the window, though low, was covered by curtains. Something was propping up a corner on the left, and I looked towards it.

Hongyu and Ziju were lying on the bed looking at a picture book, chatting intimately.

"Look at this one,"

Hongyu said, handing it to Ziju.

I saw a nude photo of a girl sitting in a chair, legs spread wide.

"Dad, this girl is pretty,"

Ziju praised.

"Isn't she sexy?"

Hongyu admired it with her, "especially her breasts."

"Bad dad!

" Ziju moved away a little, "Her breasts are special."

"Which ones?"

Hongyu moved closer again.

“Look,”

Ziju pointed to the girl’s crotch, “It’s very full.”

Hongyu looked for a while and said, “

It’s just not big, it’s too prominent down

there.” Sure enough, a large, fleshy thing bulged out from the girl’s crotch.

“You’re not—” Ziju looked at Hongyu and made a face at him.

“Jun,”

Hongyu hugged her, “I know what’s down there—” He tried to kiss her, but Ziju pushed him away, so Hongyu pulled her closer.

“You men just like looking at girls’ crotches,”

Ziju complained, “Actually, when you take pictures, you’re just staring at that area.”

She flipped to the next picture and suddenly blushed, “Bad daddy,”

she said coquettishly, and threw the picture book aside.

Hongyu picked it up, “Hehe—what’s wrong with this?”

He pried Ziju’s hand away, “Jun, is this pose lewd? Actually, this is nude art.”

“Bad daddy, you did it on purpose.”

Ziju leaned closer, “This girl is selling her body.”

The girl in the picture was kneeling, her large buttocks raised high, her enormous vulva resembling a plump, luscious clam. Her hand even reached out from between her legs, covering half of it, making it even more alluring.

"Jun, I admit this is more seductive to men, but it's also when a woman is most beautiful. You see, sex is fully displayed, and its beauty is undeniable."

Zi Jun watched for a while. "Hong Yu, if this girl were in front of you, would you sleep with her?"

Hong Yu looked at Zi Jun, putting his arm around her shoulder. "I admit I like this position, but I'm not sure. If you were here, I would choose you."

"Hong Yu."

Zi Jun leaned closer, and Hong Yu pulled her close and kissed her.

“Jun, I think yours is perfect, whether it’s the shape, the color, or the sexiness, it’s all supreme.”

Ziju said shyly. “Then do you still feel attracted to other girls?”

“Of course, beauty is on a spiritual level, but it’s also concrete. Every girl is different, and everyone likes good things. Jun, do you care about that?”

“Hongyu, I know that you artists have a different pursuit of beauty, and I also know that you’re quite charming, or as we say now, charming but not vulgar.”

“Jun, you know your father very well. But look—” Hongyu pointed, and Ziju looked down at him intently. “

This girl must have had plastic surgery.”

“Hongyu, she’s really beautiful.”

Ziju exclaimed enviously.

Hongyu turned to look at her. "Yours needs some fixing too."

Ziju hesitated, instinctively squeezing her legs together. "Hongyu, is this what all girls need to do?"

"Of course, girls love beauty, especially nude models—" He looked at Ziju meaningfully, and Ziju blinked her big eyes mischievously at him. "Then I'll have you fix it."

Hongyu casually pinched her little nose. "Dad's happy to help."

He unbuttoned Ziju's clothes; she was only wearing an outer garment.

"Hongyu, today—" she looked worriedly at the door. "What if Mom—" "Jun, you've been my nude model for a while now, your mother won't mind."

He reached out and unhooked Ziju's bra, revealing her full breasts standing tall. Hongyu couldn't resist touching them.

“Hongyu—” Ziju grabbed his hand, her eyes shy and beautiful, “That was in the studio, this is in bed.”

“Jun, is there a difference?”

“Of course, in the studio it’s art, in bed it’s lewdness.”

“Hehe—” Hongyu laughed heartily, “Are you afraid of lewdness?”

“No!”

Ziju smiled lightly, “I’m afraid of lewd exposure.”

“Jun, don’t be afraid.”

He deftly and skillfully grabbed a corner of Ziju’s underwear; it had a strap that opened easily. “

That way, a woman’s beauty won’t be buried.”

Hongyu carefully parted Ziju’s legs, and Ziju obediently sat back, watching Hongyu pick up the scissors.

“Hongyu—” Ziju giggled, clearly ticklish, “Do you want it like that?”

Hongyu started trimming her left side, answering her as he went, “So what kind do you like?”

Ziju tilted her head, thinking for a moment, “Whatever you like, it’s fine, anyway, you’re all alone here—” “Hehe—silly girl, not even your boyfriend?”

Hongyu said, looking up with a smile, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Ziju said coquettishly, “Where am I?”

Then, her eyes darted around, “Aren’t you my—” She lowered her head and gave Hongyu a quick kiss, “Boyfriend.”

“Really?”

Hongyu felt a tingling sensation all over his body. His own daughter considered him her boyfriend; he felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

“You’re Daddy plus boyfriend.”

“Then you’re daughter plus lover.”

“Mm.”

Ziju looked at Hongyu after he finished trimming, wanting to see for herself.

“Should we get a mirror?”

Hongyu asked for her opinion.

“No!”

Ziju thought for a moment. “I want you to take a picture.”

Hongyu thought of the nude models in the underground gallery, who allowed so-called photographers to take pictures of their privacy from all angles. Some even specifically photographed the girls’ genitals. He had always wanted this opportunity to be alone with Ziju and persuade her to capture this moment forever. Unexpectedly, Ziju agreed without much persuasion.

“Then lie down and stick your butt out.”

Hongyu picked up a pillow and placed it underneath, supporting Ziju’s legs. Ziju lay down. “

Okay, like this.”

Seeing that Ziju had posed, he picked up the camera and came behind her. “

Jun, spread your legs a little, okay.”

He snapped a picture.

“Look—” Hongyu excitedly showed it to Ziju. Ziju looked closely and saw a large vulva clearly exposed. “Jun, your bud is waiting to be picked.”

He then took the girl’s. “She has obviously already been picked.”

“Hongyu, her fullness better reflects a woman’s allure,”

Ziju commented.

"Of course, judging solely from this girl's sexuality, she should be more captivating to men. Look at her unusually prominent genitals; penetration might be better. But yours—" Hongyu zoomed in on the photo, "is like the most beautiful flower, vibrant in color, saturated and delicate. Jun, I prefer yours. Could you separate it a little more?"

He looked at Zijun eagerly. "I want to preserve your visual experience."

"Hongyu, I don't want you to get tired of seeing it all at once, okay?"

Zijun pulled her legs back.

"I'll pay for it,"

Hongyu joked.

"Then I definitely won't. I don't sell myself there, and you don't need to patronize me."

"What if I like patronizing?"

Hongyu laughed.

"Then you'll pay for it all at once, and then you can keep me as your sugar daddy."

Hongyu threw down the camera, looking at Zijun with tender affection.

“Jun, I must earn a lot of money to buy your sexual happiness.”

Ziju clung to his neck. “Hongyu, I am your creation. You have the right to appreciate and use me without paying.”

“Jun.”

Hongyu reached out and touched Ziju’s breasts. “But I can’t suppress this madness. Jun, promise me, let’s meet in a brothel once, okay?”

“Hongyu, why?”

Ziju pouted, and Hongyu took her lips.

“We’ve already enjoyed all sorts of things. I want our lives to have one perfect experience. Jun, I’ve planned it. I’ll go to a brothel, accidentally run into you there, and then we, father and daughter, will make our deal in the brothel.”

“You want me to be a whore?”

Ziju asked, looking at him.

“Jun—” His hand had already touched Ziju’s crotch, “You’ve already been my nude model, my mistress, and now I want you to be a whore.”

“Then do you want other men to sleep with me?”

“No!”

Hongyu touched her, filled with desire, “You’re mine alone.”

“Dad—” Ziju threw herself into Hongyu’s arms, and the two became entangled in passion.

Chapter 29

Just as I was getting excited and about to ejaculate, the door creaked open.

“Dad—” Tingting asked in surprise when she saw me standing on the stool.

Hongyu and Ziju suddenly separated.

I hurriedly got down, afraid of being embarrassed if Fang Shu saw us, so I mouthed to Tingting to be quiet. As soon as I entered the room, I heard Ziju open the door and run into the bathroom.

Hongyu asked casually, "Zijun, what time is it?"

Zijun replied, "It's 12 o'clock, Dad.

" Hongyu yawned, opened the bedroom door, and entered. A greeting followed, "Asleep?"

"It's so late, where do you get so much energy?"

Fang Shu asked, sounding sleepy.

"Zijun borrowed a picture book, it's very stylish,"

Hongyu explained, taking off his clothes.

"Go to sleep, you're quite tired."

Then he snapped the light off.

"Dad, what were you doing peeking?"

I looked outside, then closed the door tightly. "They—they're already together."

I told Tingting everything I'd seen.

“Really?”

Tingting giggled. “There are no good fathers in this world. When I heard Zijian say that, I knew it wouldn’t be good. He said it was for art, but actually the studio is a mess.” “

But they—” “Bad father, what’s the big deal? We—” Tingting glanced at me, “These past few days, have you—” Looking at Tingting’s plump figure, I was envious, but too embarrassed to say it, “Dad thinks we should go back early.”

“Can’t hold back anymore?”

Tingting used this kind of language with me for the first time. “Tomorrow I’ll go to Xianyang Lake Wetland Park with you.” I

had long heard that Xianyang Lake was a series of lakes and lush vegetation, especially the vast natural reeds, which had become a well-known scenic spot. There were even rumors that it had become a popular place for lovers to meet and honeymoon in recent years.

I desperately wanted to keep Tingting here, gazing at her tenderly. Tingting knew my feelings, but she still insisted, "Just bear with it a little longer. There are too many people here, and they might say something about me—" she whispered in my ear, "I'm not clean."

My heart warmed, and I couldn't force her anymore, but I couldn't resist my own desires, so I pulled Tingting into my arms.

Tingting didn't refuse me, but gently leaned against me, reaching out to grasp my hand. "The little brothers and sisters inside can't stay still."

She chuckled, gently caressing me.

"Hmm, they want to run inside and see their older sister."

I let Tingting hold me, enjoying her tenderness.

"Bad daddy, it's mommy inside."

She unbuttoned her shirt and reached inside.

Looking at Tingting's alluring face, I acted impulsively, reaching inside her neckline and grabbing her breasts.

Remembering Tingting's earlier address, I imagined her calling me "man" beneath me.

"Then I am—" I thought about that address constantly, the longer we were apart, the more I wanted to hear Tingting call me that.

Tingting kissed me, "Man."

I returned her kiss passionately, "Good wife."

Tingting giggled, squatted down, took out my penis, and looked at me.

I impulsively expressed my desire to her—Tingting kissed me with her face, slowly moving it there, her eyes never leaving me. Finally, at my request, she opened her small mouth, her tongue lightly sweeping across the tip of my penis. A tingling sensation shot through my spine. My own daughter sucking my penis—no man could imagine this.

My pants were down to the side, but Tingting buried her face between her father's legs, finally taking it in, her small mouth clamping the glans.

"Ah—good daughter."

I held the back of her head, rhythmically pushing, deeply penetrating her.

Her hands grasped my testicles, pubic hair covering her beautiful face.

Her breasts grew larger and larger, heavy in my hands, the nipples rotating stimulatingly, a wanton light shining in Tingting's eyes. "

Dad, I really want to—" My penis swelled like an iron rod, Tingting's eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire. I raised my penis and rubbed it back and forth between her mouth and nostrils, finally unable to resist my daughter's caresses.

"Good girl."

I squeezed her breasts hard, "Make it come for Daddy."

Tingting moved quickly, always watching my expression. Perhaps she was experiencing that pleasure from my expression. Just as I opened my mouth and gasped for breath, Tingting urged, "Dad—is it good?"

"Good girl—" I felt an urge to ejaculate, and quickly put it in Tingting's mouth. Tingting obediently took it in, and my hands moved even faster. Over the years, father and daughter had developed a tacit understanding. Many times, Tingting could read the meaning of my expressions.

"Ah—ah—" It swelled a few times and went deep into my throat.

"Dad—" Tingting swallowed several times in succession. Perhaps because I had held it in for too long, this time I ejaculated a lot.

I took it out apologetically, then hugged her, looking at her snow-white breasts, which were high and firm. I reached inside again, kneading and playing with them, and kissed her passionately.

"Is that alright?"

Tingting said gently, "Otherwise they—" I knew her worries, but I couldn't bear to part with those two breasts, so I greedily grabbed them. "They're getting bigger and bigger."

"Bad Daddy, don't you like them big?"

She pulled my hand away, like coaxing a child who didn't understand. "

Get some rest."

Seeing that I was still reluctant to leave, she seemed to suddenly remember something. "This afternoon, Mingming was going to come back to see you."

"Is he on holiday?"

"He said it's the school sports meet, and he doesn't have any events."

Tingting covered her chest, hiding the last bit of her stunning beauty. "

Good night. " She

looked at me with a lot of charm. I really wanted her to spend the night with me, but this was all I could do at this moment.

"Good night."

I watched her close the door, then come back. We hid behind the door and hugged each other, enjoying ourselves for a while. Then she hurriedly went out.

Chapter 30

That little thing Mingming is just like me, very lewd. Maybe it's genetic; he's had the incest gene since he was little. That day, when I came back from Xiulan's house and saw his pleading face, I knew I'd corrupted him. Hiding in the shadows, watching Tingting coax him, I couldn't bear it.

"Sister, can I see him?"

He saw Tingting hesitate, yet wouldn't allow him to go any further, so he compromised.

Tingting grabbed his hand. "No!"

Mingming looked disappointed. "Good sister, you and Daddy are good—" Tingting argued, "Dad isn't what you think."

"Hmph!"

Mingming said angrily, "You think I didn't see it? Dad—" He didn't want to finish.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Tingting was both charming and domineering.

"I'm not talking nonsense."

Mingming didn't back down at all. "Mom was just covering for you."

Tingting wanted to ignore him, but she was afraid he would tell others, so she had to soften her tone.

"Dad and I—" She suddenly stopped herself and wouldn't let him question her, "Mom said I have something growing down there, so she wanted Dad to take a look.

" "He did look."

Mingming retorted, "He also—he also looked at your cunt ."

Tingting was stunned for a moment, then slapped him hard across the face in anger.

Mingming covered his face, looking at her with hatred. Tingting's heart softened. "Mingming, sister—" She took Mingming's hand. "Dad just spoils me and loves me so much. We can't let him down, right?"

Hearing Tingting's sincere words, I almost burst into tears.

Mingming seemed to have calmed down from that demand. Although unwilling, he still forgave Tingting. "Mm.

" He nodded symbolically.

“Mom said my penis wasn’t developed properly,” she found a suitable reason to try and convince Mingming, “so Dad saw it. You know you can’t see it.”

Mingming seemed not to understand, staring at her with wide eyes. Tingting suddenly said shyly, “You little brat, don’t be like that.”

Mingming suddenly had hope again, smiling ingratiatingly, forgetting the slap he had just received, “Then when I grow up, I can see it?”

Tingting glared at him fiercely, “When you grow up, you’ll be even more—” She just stopped there, seeing Mingming’s hopeful eyes dim, “When you grow up, I’m afraid you won’t care anymore.”

“Sister, you wait.”

He suddenly smiled at Tingting.

“Mingming—” Tingting looked at him and finally voiced her concerns, “Don’t tell anyone.”

“I know.”

Looking at the agreement between the two children, I regretted what I had done with Tingting. That night, I talked to my wife about it, and she was silent for a while. “Mingming doesn’t know anything yet. He just wants to learn from others.”

“What if Mingming keeps bothering Tingting—” I didn’t dare to finish my sentence. Tingting’s attitude wasn’t firm; she was just afraid of hurting me. This child always did things for me, and besides, she knew that a girl shouldn’t be fickle.

“No, Tingting isn’t that kind of person,”

my wife comforted me. “Her heart is with you.”

“I’m just afraid that Mingming will understand later—” “There aren’t that many later times—” my wife said decisively. “I’ll talk to Tingting again. A woman should be faithful to one man.”

She seemed to realize this was inappropriate. “You also need to comfort her. Don’t let her get cold-hearted.

” “But what if—” I imagined that scene: Tingting was won over by Mingming. They were childhood sweethearts. Wouldn’t I be the cuckold?

Even if I didn't become a cuckold, I still felt uneasy. Father and son sharing a woman, and that woman was my own daughter.

"Alright, alright—" my wife pushed me, "If you treat Tingting well, if you two are truly in love—" my wife said, rolling her eyes at me. "

Besides, she should know what's good for her."

I knew I couldn't argue with her, so I said, "Tingting should still live at school, that way she'll still have the energy to study."

My wife looked at me in surprise, "You're willing to do that?"

Looking into my wife's eyes, despite my thousand reluctances and ten thousand unwillingnesses, I still wanted Tingting to have a bright future, and I couldn't let my own selfish desires ruin Tingting's life.

"She comes back every weekend."

My wife smiled, not refuting, "Her teacher said that Tingting's grades have dropped a lot recently, and I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear it, so I haven't told you."

"Then he didn't say why?"

I didn't quite believe it was all because of that.

"He said she's been daydreaming in class, not concentrating."

My wife suddenly whispered, "Tingting is pregnant." "Really?"

I widened my eyes in surprise.

“A few days ago, I saw her vomit, and I knew it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Then—” I looked at her with lingering fear.

“You’re going to be a dad.”

My wife playfully scolded me with her arm, “Hehe—you’re really something.”

I didn’t know what to do, but I resented my wife’s sarcastic remarks.

“Isn’t it amazing? It’s your daughter’s.”

“You?”

Looking at my wife’s ambiguous expression, I knew she was extremely jealous.

“Back then, it was you—” I wanted to shift the blame onto her.

“No manly manners!”

My wife rolled her eyes at me, probably annoyed that I was shirking responsibility, “What are you afraid of with your daughter? I’ll take her to have an abortion tomorrow.”

The implication was that I didn’t need to worry.

“Then—” I was afraid that if things were exposed, it would cause inconvenience to Tingting, and even more afraid of leaving her with aftereffects. I’d heard that a girl’s first abortion could damage her uterus.

“You’re just saying that!”

My wife chuckled and nudged me with her shoulder, “Tell the truth, aren’t you happy?”

“You—” I was dissatisfied with my wife’s question, but deep down I really was.

“Men all like to keep a mistress, hehe—your daughter’s—isn’t she pretty?”

she said sourly.

“Won’t there be any harm?”

I finally voiced a father’s concern.

“No!”

my wife said confidently, “You didn’t use contraception in the first place, so I let you do whatever you wanted.”

She scratched my scalp, “Silly boy, you forget everything when you’re happy.”

“You?”

“What about you?”

my wife rolled her eyes at me, “You’re not just looking for fun, look at how smug you are, you get carried away as soon as you get on top.”

“Who’s carried away?

” “I’m happy inside, but I won’t mince words.”

"Not yet?"

His wife clicked her tongue. "Tell me, when have you ever missed a night?"

"Didn't you tell me you wouldn't let our daughter stay at school?"

"I know you too well, you're so impatient—you can't wait to get out of school before you're even looking around the yard—" He couldn't save face, so he retorted, "Nonsense."

"Who's talking nonsense? You can't wait to put our daughter down from school before you're already doing it—" Indeed, a few times, while his wife was cooking in the kitchen, he would hug and kiss our daughter and touch her breasts. Otherwise, Mingming wouldn't have found out. Now, thinking back, he felt a little regretful. Sigh, when a man gets arrogant, he forgets everything.

"You're so smug now—" His wife smiled mischievously, "Your child."

His heart pounded, rushing to his brain. A father had planted his seed in his own daughter's belly, making her pregnant with his child. Could there be anything more taboo and exciting than this?

"Sigh!"

His wife saw that he was lost in thought and said, "Do you want to keep it?"

"What if I keep it?"

he hesitated.

"What if you don't? I'll raise it for you."

Judging from my wife's tone, she was a little angry. I quickly explained, "

That's not what I meant. I'm afraid Tingting will be infertile in the future."

My wife sighed, "You know that, huh?"

Then, both angry and resentful, "When you get going, you're like a donkey. How dare I say that?"

I lowered my head in shame.

"As long as it's comfortable, aren't all women the same?"

Hearing her harsh tone, I felt a little wronged. To be honest, my feelings for Tingting weren't just about satisfying my desires; I loved her more than I was playing with her.

"But don't be sad, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future,"

she comforted me, rekindling my hope.

Seeing the glimmer of hope in my eyes, my wife said again, "I wanted you to use condoms from the beginning, but I was afraid you'd say I was stingy."

"Then from now on—" "If you're really determined, I think it's okay to let her live at school."

My wife finally told the truth, "You can be with her once a week, or if it really doesn't work, you can stay up all night with her—" She looked at me, "but you have to use condoms."

My wife seemed apologetic, "At her age, she should be pregnant. It's just—it's just, I'm afraid she'll be thinking about you."

"You should talk to her."

I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Sure enough, when my wife spoke to Tingting, Tingting pursed her lips and remained silent until my wife repeatedly persuaded her, at which point she ran out in tears.

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