[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 19-21

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Chapter 11

, Section 1:

Inside the Qingtong City Public Security Bureau, a tense and busy atmosphere prevailed. Police sirens blared, and officers were frequently dispatched.

The meeting room was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Director Liu glanced around, exchanged views with Xu Dacheng, and announced in a loud voice, "Last night, a drug dealer resisted police at the Hongren Pavilion. The Saigon drug dealer was shot dead on the spot." He paused, his voice heavy with grief, "Comrade Shi Jian tragically died in the line of duty during this operation."

The room fell silent; some sighed deeply, lamenting Shi Jian's heroic act.

Director Liu wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. "We have already petitioned the provincial department to posthumously recognize Comrade Shi Jian as a martyr." He then bowed his head to report something to Xu Dacheng, who looked directly at the room. "Comrades," he continued, "after the previous phase of investigation, we have uncovered the details of the drug traffickers' collusion with overseas entities and have obtained some preliminary evidence. I now announce that a nationwide arrest warrant is being issued for the fugitive Lu Zirong."

The scene last night was too shocking; Xu Dacheng thought with lingering fear as he entered his office. If he hadn't taken decisive action, he, Xu Dacheng, would have been the one killed on the spot and disgraced. He had been careless, not expecting Shi Jian to be there at that time.

Xu Ningjing, her face pale, stood helplessly before the three corpses. Then she heard hurried footsteps outside and someone calling, "Director Xu! Director Xu!"

Xu Dacheng wiped the butt of his gun, placed it in the South Asian man's hand, slowly stood up, and gestured to Xu Ningjing. Seeing his daughter hurriedly straighten her clothes, he shouted outside, "Send someone in quickly!"

Inside the office, Xu Ningjing sat on the sofa, a bouquet of flowers in front of her. Seeing Xu Dacheng enter, she shyly fidgeted, her face showing great concern.

"Jing'er, you've become a great hero," Xu Dacheng said with a beaming smile. "The TV station wants to interview you."

"Dad—" Xu Ningjing's face paled with fright. Thinking back to last night, she felt a lingering fear. Shi Jian... Shi Jian had actually seen the scene of them having sex! She blushed and her heart pounded. "I don't want to—"

Xu Dacheng glanced at the door and gently closed it. "Silly girl, you've become a hero, how can you not go?"

"Dad, I'm scared—" Xu Ningjing had been on edge since last night, unsure if things would be exposed.

"Silly girl, with Dad here, what are you afraid of? When the reporters come, just say what you need to say." Xu Dacheng looked at her with affection.

Xu Ningjing knew from her father's eyes that things had come to this point; he had already put her in the spotlight. Last night, the police officers who went in and dealt with the scene had looked at her with envy.

"Dad—I don't know what to say?" she murmured, pleading with Xu Dacheng.

“Hehe—” Xu Dacheng lewdly pinched her flushed cheeks, “What else can’t you say—just tell them that you and Dad were making love, and Shi Jian came in—”

“You’re bad—” Xu Ningjing knew her father was teasing her, and recalling the passionate scene from last night, she felt both anxious and resentful, kicking her foot as she said, “It’s all your fault, with him—” Her resentful eyes stirred Xu Dacheng’s heart.

“How could you resent me?” He looked at her, “They were so intense—besides—you—you like Dad too—”

“He—he doesn’t like you at all, you forced him—” Xu Ningjing twisted her body, exuding youthful energy.

“Hehe, Jingjing, then Dad will force you one more time.” Xu Dacheng hugged her happily, his eyes filled with lust.

"I'm not talking to you anymore," Xu Ningjing said shyly, lowering her eyes. "Tell me what they said."

Xu Dacheng knew this was the main point, so he cleared his throat. "When Dad and you were following the South Asian, Shi Jian had already exposed his identity and was shot dead by the South Asian. At that critical moment, Dad fired his gun."

"Then—then they couldn't tell?" Xu Ningjing asked worriedly, blinking her eyes.

"Tell what? Didn't Dad already switch guns?" Xu Ningjing remembered last night when Shi Jian shot the South Asian, and then was shot by her father, his eyes wide open, his eyes wide open in death. Then Xu Dacheng shot Alan, who was hiding to the side and screaming in fright, and then he wiped the fingerprints off the gun handle and put it in the South Asian's hand.

"Jingjing—" Xu Dacheng looked at his daughter, then suddenly whispered with delight, "Are you still a virgin?" Last night's final thrust, though still shaken and unsatisfying, had momentarily brought a glimpse of his daughter's crimson. Then he heard the gunshot, and under Shi Jian's hateful gaze, he turned and fired a shot.

Hearing Xu Dacheng's question, Xu Ningjing's heart pounded. She recalled last night, in a moment of uncontrollable passion, Xu Dacheng's erect member suddenly entering her. The pain mixed with pleasure made her almost arch her back, then quickly fall back down. Her face flushed and her heart pounding, she turned and buried herself in Xu Dacheng's arms. "Bad daddy, it's all your fault—"

After dealing with this unexpected incident, Xu Dacheng couldn't stop wanting to ask his daughter. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, looking into his daughter's evasive eyes. "Really? Daddy's the first?"

Xu Ningjing mumbled, "And who else?" Her face flushed again. She remembered how excited Shi Jian was when he caught a drug dealer that night. They hadn't been together long, and he had already asked for sex. Xu Ningjing was conflicted; she didn't want to hurt Shi Jian, but she was also ashamed to do such a thing. Although she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, she still felt ashamed and resisted him. But for some reason, Shi Jian became so determined and excited for the first time. Despite Xu Ningjing's slight resistance, he pulled down her underwear. Xu Ningjing was both ashamed and angry, and slapped him hard. Shi Jian, undeterred by the slap, hurriedly inserted his penis between her legs, thrust a few times, and ejaculated between her thighs.

"What a silly boy!" Xu Dacheng hadn't expected Shi Jian, who was always on the front lines in the criminal investigation team, to be so honest. After dating his daughter for so long, he had still managed to keep her virginity. He felt a sense of satisfaction.

Xu Ningjing was still shaken. She was afraid her father would realize she had experience, but in the heat of the moment, she felt it was different from her first time with Shi Jian. In his panic, Shi Jian was just fiddling around between her legs, but her father—her heart pounded. Her father had actually—had actually thrust in! The pain brought tears to her eyes. She was about to refuse when her father grabbed her buttocks and thrust again, feeling a tingling sensation as he penetrated her uterus.

"You're so bad!" Hearing her father scold Shi Jian, she realized that she hadn't actually had intercourse with Shi Jian that night; at most, it was just sexual contact.

"Hehe—" Xu Dacheng let out a surprised laugh from the bottom of his heart, "Silly girl—" He had thought Shi Jian had already beaten him to it, but he had become his daughter's lover. The bright red mark gradually spread before his eyes, reminding him of the feeling of deflowering his daughter for the first time, despite all the accidents that had happened in between. "When will Dad—" she looked at her daughter, hoping for permission.

"No—" Xu Ningjing spun around in place, pouting and turning her back.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. Xu Dacheng said impatiently, "Come in."

The door opened, and a large group of television reporters swarmed in. "Director Xu, we heard that you and your daughter cracked a major drug trafficking case. Could you talk about the details?"

Xu Dacheng smiled. "The case is still under investigation. We need to wait for the police to review the case before reporting on it."

"Excuse me, could we interview your daughter?" A pretty female reporter from the Qingtong City Morning Post hoped for a headline story. "We'd like to use this opportunity to showcase the beauty and grace of women."

Xu Dacheng glanced subconsciously at Xu Ningjing, who was hiding to the side. "Regarding this matter, please arrange the interview in your office."

The office director, who had been accompanying them, immediately stepped forward. "Please come this way, everyone."

Xu Dacheng watched their departing figures, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

2.

Jiang Han frantically searched her home for old certificates. Although this professional title evaluation was somewhat predetermined, she secretly wanted to demonstrate her own abilities. After all, she, Jiang Han, was a veteran member of the performing arts troupe; even without the old man's influence, she should still be a national first-class actress.

As she thought, she diligently searched for her acquired credentials. Suddenly, she remembered the cabinet in Minister Zuo's study where important documents were stored. She used to keep the key, but later, due to problems within the department, the old man had to store some private items separately.

She stood up, searching her memory for anything that might be inside. It seemed one cabinet hadn't been tidied up yet, but the key was with the old man. What to do? Instinctively, she retrieved the keys she kept and tried them one by one. Just as she was about to give up, suddenly, "click," the door opened.

Jiang Han happily rummaged through the contents, when suddenly she noticed something tightly wrapped. Curious, she picked it up and found it was a videotape. Could Old Zuo be hiding military secrets? Jiang Han hefted it in her hand, weighing it a few times before putting it down. As she turned to stand up, she saw the VCR on the desk and changed her mind.

The picture wasn't very clear, but it was obviously set in a rather upscale residence. Just as she was about to turn it off and leave, she heard a woman's moans and quickly withdrew her hand.

"Bad Daddy—" The sound of running water mixed with a woman's seductive voice made Jiang Han uncomfortable.

"Shanshan—" Jiang Han was startled to hear this name. It was Old Zuo's voice! Then she heard her daughter Shanshan's weak moans.

"Bad Daddy—don't do that." The camera zoomed in, and Jiang Han realized they were in the bathroom, with Minister Zuo's naked body lying face down.

"Dad—Dad—" Shanshan's suppressed voice held a hint of surprise, sounding so lewd.

Her head spun, her heart pounded, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The bathroom was huge and luxuriously decorated, with a half-meter-wide, curved edge to the tub. Jiang Han saw Minister Zuo lying on that sloping, curved edge.

She held her breath, watching as the camera zoomed in. Suddenly, Jiang Han saw the scene she didn't want to see but desperately wanted to know—oh my god! It was Shan Shan! Her eyes widened, and she pressed the camera close to the screen. Were Minister Zuo and Shan Shan taking a bath in the bathroom?

"Dad, you're so naughty!" A coquettish voice came from the screen. Shan Shan had already stepped into the tub, but General Zuo had caught her underwear. The camera clearly showed Shan Shan's underwear; the cotton underwear was tightly pressed between her legs, clearly revealing the slit.

"Like a hooligan, always teasing people." Shan Shan looked down and grabbed Minister Zuo's hand. "Dad, let me go in first." She pleaded with him. Just then, she heard the splashing sound of water; it must have been Shanshan and her father struggling to break free, their legs kicking wildly in the water.

Jiang Han watched in horror. Where was the father-daughter affection? It was clearly—she dared not, and did not want to, utter those words. After all, they were her daughter and husband; how could she use such obscene language on them?

"You let Dad touch you in the water?" he said in a lewd tone. Jiang Han saw her husband's hand already slipping under the edge of Shanshan's panties. She felt suffocated and quickly covered her chest with her hand.

"Come here," she heard a whooshing sound mixed with indistinct noises, and then Minister Zuo used his other hand to pull Shanshan across the bathtub. "Dad, don't—" Jiang Han heard Shanshan's voice about to cry.

Her daughter Shanshan's panties were pulled to one side, a few dark pubic hairs sticking out against her snow-white skin. Minister Zuo's hand was slowly advancing, until finally, a thick labia were pulled out.

"Dad, don't—" Shan Shan's voice was urgent, clearly a shout from stamping her feet. "What if Mom finds out—"

"Silly girl, how would your mother know?" The general was clearly skilled at playing with women, and he wouldn't show any mercy even to his daughter.

Her underwear had been pulled to the side, and Jiang Han saw that Shan Shan's labia were completely exposed, with the Left Minister's hand rolling and crawling inside, a finger inserted and moving back and forth.

"Shan Shan," the husband's Adam's apple bobbed, and he hugged his daughter tighter beside him. The scene was too stimulating. Lying in bed with her own daughter, watching the father and daughter flirting and making love, Jiang Han felt her chest tighten more and more.

She turned off the power, sat pale-faced in the chair at her desk, and struggled to suppress her emotions.

3.

Lu Zirong realized the seriousness of the situation from the large number of plainclothes police officers surrounding the Red Man Pavilion. He was glad that he had delayed because of his lust for his mother, Li Rouqian, otherwise he would be trapped now. He drove his BMW while thinking of a solution.

It seemed this was no accident; from the commotion, he vaguely sensed they were prepared. Had word of his plans been leaked? He dared not think it. He turned to look at Li Rouqian; his mother sat quietly to the side.

He decided to inquire first. Just as he was pondering his next move, Hei Niu called. "Brother—" His tense tone made Lu Zirong realize things were as he suspected.

"I thought you were also at the Red Man's Club—" Hearing that Lu Zirong was unharmed, he relaxed slightly. "Our people have been exposed. The police planted a spy here."

"You mean they have evidence against us?" Lu Zirong felt a pang of fear. Damn it, they'd planted a spy in their own home, and he was still dreaming of getting rich.

"It was that spy who tipped us off, but Mr. Moha has already killed him." Hei Niu said breathlessly.

"What about Moha?"

"I heard he's dead too. A deputy director from the police went there; they probably have a lot of evidence. Brother, you'd better hide." Hei Niu said worriedly.

"Okay." He hung up the phone, only to find Li Rouqian looking at him.

"Rong'er, who was beaten to death?" Li Rouqian asked worriedly, knowing nothing about her son's drug trafficking.

"Mom, something happened." He had to tell his mother, "I unintentionally got caught up in a drug dealer's trap."

"That—that—" Li Rouqian's mouth dropped open in shock; she knew the seriousness of drug trafficking.

Lu Zirong reached out and stroked her, trying to comfort her, "Now the only thing we can do is go to Beijing and beg the old man—" A glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes when he mentioned Minister Zuo. He had no idea how much the police actually knew, but thankfully he hadn't smuggled the drugs in this time, which was his only consolation.

4.

Zuo Shanshan felt a little tired. Sitting in her chair, she felt inexplicably irritable. Since the opening of New Continent, Lu Zirong had been managing the vast Lu family business in Qingtong, leaving her to handle all the social obligations here alone. Although she had the backing of Minister Zuo, she still had to navigate various situations. She picked up her cup, took a sip of green tea, and suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a feeling of nausea. She suppressed it and sat there quietly. Her period was late this month, and the thought immediately made her realize she might be pregnant.

Could it be his? New Continent had only been open for a month, and she and Lu Zirong had only been intimate a few times, which should still be within her safe period. Yet her father was with her frequently. However, she hadn't had time to go home these past few days because she had been busy with social engagements. What was her father doing? Why hadn't he even called? Thinking of her father, she felt a pang of resentment.

She picked up the phone on the table and gently dialed. A familiar feeling washed over her; she longed to hear her father's deep baritone voice. She remembered those nights in Qingtong City—the perfect time for her to conceive. If she was indeed pregnant, she needed to go to the hospital for a checkup.

The phone rang incessantly, but no one answered. Zuo Shanshan felt a pang of disappointment. She didn't know what her father was doing, and sat there listlessly, feeling restless.

Minister Zuo was currently at his villa in Mangshan Forest Park. He had overindulged in the banquet the previous night and was still feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Xiao Mei, carrying a bowl of hangover soup made with Ganoderma lucidum and honey, gently pushed open the door. Seeing Minister Zuo still lying in bed, she sat on the edge and touched his forehead. "Dad—get up, have a drink."

Minister Zuo reached out and gently held her hand. "Dad's still a little dizzy."

His eyes were full of affection, his tone concerned. "Why did you drink so much?"

"It was all for business." He pulled Xiao Mei's hand closer. "Did Dad lose control last night?" Fragments of memory still lingered in his mind.

Xiao Mei glanced at him, looking at him reproachfully. "When you're drunk, you act like no one."

Minister Zuo rolled over and lay on Xiao Mei's lap. "Is Lingling angry?" He remembered going straight to Fan Lingling's bedroom after returning last night.

"You were so dramatic, she was scared." Xiao Mei blushed at the memory of last night; her father had been too arrogant, actually picking Lingling up from the covers and drunkenly kissing her directly.

"Hehe—" Minister Zuo recalled, "I can't remember anything at all?"

Xiao Mei pouted, disdainfully ignoring him, "Drinking so much, you can't even stand up, and—you still have the guts—"

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter. He remembered that when they were halfway through the drinking, he was still thinking about what he had done with the mother and daughter—"What did I do?"

"Really don't remember?" Xiao Mei looked at him with her pretty eyes, making Minister Zuo a little tempted, but his lower body remained limp between his legs. "You carried Lingling to the bed and took off her underwear."

"Hehe—" Minister Zuo felt a little ashamed.

"And you even put your mouth—" Xiao Mei smiled, and looking at her eyes, he knew he had definitely done something outrageous, "Lingling clamped her legs together and wouldn't let you, so you tickled her. Lingling was so scared that her face turned yellow, and I went over to try to persuade you," she said, then stopped shyly.

"Mei'er, isn't Dad being ridiculous?" He was afraid that Xiao Mei would have a bad opinion of him, so he grabbed her hands.

“You bad daddy—” Xiao Mei’s voice was low, “You carried me to bed and after much pleading, you stripped me naked.”

Minister Zuo buried his head between Xiao Mei’s legs, feeling her feminine warmth. “Really?”

“You—you did it in front of Lingling—and me—” Xiao Mei stammered shyly, her words incoherent.

Minister Zuo thought he had made love to her, but unexpectedly, Xiao Mei said, “Bad daddy, you weren’t even disgusted, just using your mouth—” She glanced at him sideways as she spoke.

Minister Zuo then imagined his absurd behavior with a thrill. “And Lingling—”

“Lingling was so shy she covered her eyes and secretly looked at you.” Minister Zuo then caressed Xiao Mei’s crotch, touching her bulging area back and forth.

“I was so ashamed at the time, but you were like a wild beast, not letting anyone touch you.”

“So you mean I licked you in front of Lingling—?” He looked up at Xiao Mei, only to be met with her fiery gaze.

“Shameless!” she scolded him coquettishly, “It wasn’t just licking me, you were like a wild beast—”

Minister Zuo listened to Xiao Mei continue, hearing his story from his daughter’s mouth, he felt even more excited than before.

“You bad father—” Xiao Mei leaned down and rested her head on Minister Zuo’s head, “You even licked Lingling.”

“You mean—I licked Lingling down there?” He opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

“You really forgot?” Xiao Mei looked at him with some doubt. “Last night, you pinned us down, like a wild beast, Lingling couldn’t take it, so you rode on top of her, Dad, I’ve never seen you so rough, Lingling was begging for mercy as you penetrated her, and while you were doing her, you were—” Xiao Mei glared at him, “while you were licking your daughter.”

“I—” Minister Zuo didn’t know what to say.

“I knew you were drunk, carried away.” Xiao Mei didn’t scold him.

"Mei'er, Dad is sorry." The scene was truly lewd; he was having sex with Lingling while licking Xiao Mei. He wondered what it would be like to have the two of them together.

"What else do you have to apologize for?" Xiao Mei stopped being coy and said with deep affection, "You threw up all over Lingling."

Minister Zuo thought Xiao Mei was referring to their intimate encounter, that he had ejaculated inside Fan Lingling, and said awkwardly, "Dad got carried away for a moment."

"Bad Dad." Xiao Mei knew he had misunderstood, "When you were inside your daughter, you were reeking of alcohol and threw up on Lingling."

Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei with a smile, "You mean Dad threw up from alcohol?"

"After all that fussing, you couldn't do it anywhere else, but you still insisted on putting it in me. Lingling was teasing you, but you pushed her down, took her in your mouth, and then you threw up all over her." Xiao Mei scolded him. “Lingling complained that you dirtied her place—when she looked up at you, you were asleep right there.”

Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei awkwardly upon hearing this. “Dad’s made a fool of himself.”

“What foolishness? She’s not a stranger.” Xiao Mei stared with her big eyes, revealing a unique feminine charm.

Minister Zuo was touched. “Mei’er, take it off.” He unbuttoned Xiao Mei’s pants and pulled them down from behind.

“Dad, drinking is the worst thing for your health.” Xiao Mei wanted to persuade her father, but was afraid of hurting his pride, so she let him take them off. “You came inside Lingling last night.”

Minister Zuo acted shamelessly in front of his daughter. “Then I’ll come inside you too.”

Xiao Mei was flustered by her father’s blunt words and hesitated, but Minister Zuo pulled her down from her buttocks to her ankles. “You drank so much last night, I saw you were overly excited. After you came inside Lingling, I was afraid you would lose your virility with me.” She said her concern in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei's dark crotch and touched down, "Mei'er, if it could be like that, Dad would be content."

Xiao Mei glared at him, full of coquettishness, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Minister Zuo focused on touching down, "There's a saying, 'Better to die under the flowers, even as a ghost, it's romantic.' If Dad could really die like that, it wouldn't be in vain that I loved you."

Xiao Mei felt her father's hand touching down the cleft, so she spread her legs, letting Minister Zuo see the depths of the crevice, "Why die, daughter—daughter hasn't loved enough yet."

"Hehe, little slut," Xiao Mei's vertical cleft, with her legs open, naturally parted the two petals, revealing the luscious flesh inside, which Minister Zuo lovingly reached in, "Dad will love you properly today."

Xiao Mei watched happily as her father explored her there, and Minister Zuo gently pushed her down, her head touching the cleft, his tongue gently licking the flesh. "Did Dad lick your pussy like this last night?"

A tingling sensation spread from her lower body, and Xiao Mei's hand involuntarily pressed against Minister Zuo's head. She tried to lift her head and watch Minister Zuo's head rubbing between her legs.

"Bad Dad—bad Dad—" she gasped, enjoying her father's ministrations. She had originally decided not to go to Beijing, but she couldn't bear the loneliness of the countryside and her boundless longing for her father. Seeing Minister Zuo again completely broke her down psychologically.

"Don't let it out." She was still worried about her father's health. "A drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood"—this was an unwritten rule in the countryside, especially since her father was drunk. She didn't want to harm him because of her own pleasure.

"Silly girl, how can Dad resist like this?" He parted her thighs, his gaze penetrating her depths. He knelt down, hoisting her thighs onto his shoulders. "Even if Dad dies on you today, it'll be worth it."

Seeing that Minister Zuo's manhood was already erect, Xiao Mei knew a fierce battle was inevitable, so she said coquettishly, "I don't want you to say 'die'." She covered Minister Zuo's mouth with her hand.

Minister Zuo saw the intoxicating allure in Xiao Mei's eyes. He thrust forward, poking at Xiao Mei's labia, then, finding his target, he leaned forward, watching as he penetrated her. "Then Dad will fuck you to death." His chest pressed against Xiao Mei's thighs, watching her full, squeezed vulva, he moved with vigorous thrusts.

Xiao Mei closed her eyes happily, moaning softly, biting her lip in enjoyment.

"Mom—Mom—" Fan Lingling called out playfully as she came home from school, skipping and hopping as she pushed open the door. She was shocked to see her mother being pinned to the headboard by Minister Zuo, his enormous penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. She covered her mouth in astonishment, watching with curiosity.

Minister Zuo, in a display of power, folded Xiao Mei's body at a 45-degree angle, watching his penis pound inside her, drawing out white fluid. His eyes gleamed with boundless joy.

"Dad—Daddy—" Xiao Mei peeked out, being embraced by Minister Zuo, who kissed her repeatedly.

Seeing the intimate scene, Fan Lingling angrily put down her schoolbag, "Hmph! You big bad guy!"

The two looked up in surprise, seeing Fan Lingling standing there with a pout.

Minister Zuo deliberately thrust rapidly into Xiao Mei, causing her to moan softly, but she dared not cry out, forced to endure it.

"Lingling—come here." Minister Zuo, lying on top of Xiao Mei, saw Fan Lingling's charming appearance and felt a burning desire within him. He called out, hoping Fan Lingling would come closer.

"No way," Fan Lingling stuck out her tongue at him and made a face, "You threw up on me last night—"

Minister Zuo continued, "Uncle just wanted to see—if I got you dirty down there."

Fan Lingling hesitated, then finally ran over.

Minister Zuo thrust a few times, making Xiao Mei close her eyes as if she were dead. There were slapping sounds below, and Minister Zuo could feel the wetness inside Xiao Mei, her juices flowing freely. He reached out to pull Fan Lingling close, wanting to kiss her, but couldn't reach her, so he said, "Did I throw up on your pussy?"

"You're bad!" Fan Lingling turned away and glanced at her mother lying on the bed.

"Hehe—" He chuckled with delight, then lowered Xiao Mei's legs. Seeing that Xiao Mei's once full vulva was now wrinkled and foaming at the mouth, he bent down and thrust all the way in, pushing deeper inside. Xiao Mei felt as if she had been penetrated almost to her stomach, and she groaned, her lower abdomen heaving.

"Come here." He pulled Fan Lingling's clothes over, "Did you vomit here?" He reached out and touched her vulva.

Fan Lingling remained silent, her eyes fixed on their intercourse. Minister Zuo then pulled off her belt, "Let Uncle lick it clean for you."

Still fair and clean, her skin tinged with pink, Minister Zuo continued thrusting into Xiao Mei without stopping, while his body leaned against the edge of the bed, his two fingers spreading open Fan Lingling's vulva.

Fan Lingling looked down at Minister Zuo, her brows furrowed, but Minister Zuo's tongue probed inside her. Her body trembled, and before she could even groan, Minister Zuo bit her clitoris.

"Ah—ah—" Fan Lingling couldn't resist the teasing and screamed loudly, stomping her feet.

Xiao Mei, unaware of what was happening, leaned back and saw Minister Zuo buried his face between her daughter's legs, sucking and licking her clitoris. "You're going to die!" She knew that women were most vulnerable to men teasing their clitoris, and Minister Zuo was going straight for the mark.

Just as the three of them were entangled, Minister Zuo's phone rang. As he instinctively looked up, Fan Lingling took the opportunity to slip away.

The little girl ran off, giggling and cursing, "Bad—bad—"

Minister Zuo was overjoyed and poured his happiness onto Xiao Mei.

He got out of bed naked, one foot on the ground, and picked up his phone from the wicker chair. Minister Zuo saw that it was his daughter, Shanshan, calling. He glanced back at Xiao Mei, wondering whether to call back, when he saw Xiao Mei take a bundle of tissues from the bedside table, fold it a few times, and crawl over. Minister Zuo saw that his daughter's breasts were drooping, and reached out to pinch them. Xiao Mei glanced at him, then wrapped the tissues around his penis and gently wiped it.

He quickly dialed back, but heard a soft, languid voice, "Dad—"

Minister Zuo hesitated to call out, afraid of upsetting Zuo Shanshan, so he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I—I feel dizzy and nauseous." Zuo Shanshan's voice was tinged with a childlike sob, which broke Minister Zuo's heart. He quickly comforted her, "Do you have a cold?"

"I don't know." Zuo Shanshan's helpless, soft voice made Minister Zuo feel a deep pain in his heart. "Where's Zirong?"

"He doesn't care about me." After saying that, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Minister Zuo didn't know what his daughter was doing; perhaps she was lying in a chair, waiting to be taken care of.

"Dad—you haven't come to see me for days, I—I miss you." She said this with a slight sob.

Minister Zuo quickly said, "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad will be there in a bit." He hung up the phone, got up and sat on the bed. Xiao Mei handed him her underwear, and he looked at her with emotion, "Mei'er, Dad has something to do over there. You and Lingling eat first."

"Okay." Xiao Mei looked at him tenderly.

"Silly girl." Minister Zuo had expected Xiao Mei to ask something, but seeing her silent, he said affectionately, "Didn't you wipe yourself?" Xiao Mei blushed.

He put on his underwear, turned, and took out some toilet paper from the bedside table. "Here, Dad will give you—" Before Minister Zuo could finish, Xiao Mei tried to snatch it, but Minister Zuo grabbed her hand. "What, you won't let Dad do it now?"

Xiao Mei hurriedly explained, "It's dirty down there."

Minister Zuo chuckled, "Even if it's dirty, it's Dad's doing it. Come on, spread your legs."

Xiao Mei obediently opened her legs, and Minister Zuo saw that Xiao Mei's area looked like it had been through a storm, a mess, with wet pubic hair sticking to her thighs, her thick labia flat, and sticky semen protruding from her vaginal cavity, looking so lewd. He gently wiped from Xiao Mei's anus upwards, and when he reached the tip, he mischievously pressed on the protruding clitoris, making Xiao Mei pant, her eyes glazed over as she looked at him.

Chapter 12

, Part 1:

Minister Zuo entered the new world. Xiao Dai, the big-eyed girl from the office, greeted him. "Minister—" she said sweetly, her hands clasped respectfully in front of her.

"Oh—" Minister Zuo nodded gently. "Where is your young lady?"

"She's in her office." Xiao Dai was well-trained and possessed a remarkably elegant demeanor.

Minister Zuo glanced at her a few more times, then gently pushed open the door. He saw Zuo Shanshan reclining in a chair, looking languid. He strolled over, noticing her slightly tired face, and tenderly brushed her hair aside.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan realized her father was beside her, but she didn't even look up.

Minister Zuo didn't speak, but reached out and stroked her handsome face, from her forehead to the corners of her mouth, caressing her gently.

"Dad—you still remember to come see me?" Zuo Shanshan said with a touch of heartache, turning to hug her father's broad waist, seeking a sense of security.

“How could Dad not know? Dad was just afraid of bothering you.” He was telling the truth; Lu Zirong’s arrival made him feel a distance between himself and his daughter.

“No—you just want to push your daughter away.” Zuo Shanshan hugged him affectionately, her face nuzzling against his waist.

“Then aren’t you afraid—” He said, but then heard a soft knock on the door. He looked up and casually replied, “Come in.”

Xiao Dai walked in with light steps, carrying a fragrant cup of coffee. “Minister, please have some coffee.”

Minister Zuo looked at her slender figure, his eyes filled with admiration. “Thank you.”

Xiao Dai chuckled. “Please sit down, Minister.” Minister Zuo sat down in the chair next to Zuo Shanshan, watching Xiao Dai sway as she walked out.

“Please close the door behind you.” Xiao Dai turned back with a smile and gently knocked on the door.

“You have a cold?” Minister Zuo took a sip and then brought it to Zuo Shanshan’s lips. Zuo Shanshan pursed her lips and took a sip. Looking at her with loving eyes, Minister Zuo gently stroked his daughter’s cheek.

"I feel a little dizzy and nauseous." Zuo Shanshan shifted her body, curling up in the chair, looking frail and pitiful.

"Dad will take you to get a shot." The department's facilities were excellent, a high-end ward in a five-star hotel.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan hugged him again, burying her face in his chest, "I—I might be pregnant."

Minister Zuo looked at her with a sour expression, his eyes full of jealousy. His daughter, so grown up, was pregnant and had to tell her father, especially since Lu Zirong and his daughter weren't even married.

"I just feel heavy, dizzy, and nauseous," Zuo Shanshan repeated, these symptoms clearly indicating pregnancy.

Minister Zuo looked at Zuo Shanshan's slightly sallow face with affection, "Since when?"

"Since I came back from Qingtong."

Minister Zuo had a strange feeling in his heart. He had only left Qingtong for Xiaojiayu for two days, and Zuo Shanshan was already with Zirong—looking at his daughter, he felt a little jealous. "Does Zirong know?"

"Bad Dad." Zuo Shanshan snuggled into his arms. "Why tell him? It's not his."

"You—what did you say?" Minister Zuo asked in surprise, reaching out to hug her.

Minister Zuo then realized what was going on with the child in Zuo Shanshan's belly. "So it's Daddy's?"

Zuo Shanshan leaned lazily against him. "I'll get it checked tomorrow."

Minister Zuo sat there looking into her eyes. Shanshan leaned against the back of the chair like a docile kitten, her two beautiful eyes meeting her father's gaze. Minister Zuo reached out and ruffled her hair. "What if it's Daddy's?" Zuo Shanshan's hair was thick and soft.

Hearing her father's question, Zuo Shanshan buried her face in his chest. "Are you trying to push it onto Zirong?" Men always try to deny everything at times like this, and she didn't believe her father was any different from other men.

"Why would I push it onto him?" Minister Zuo answered decisively. "Shanshan, even if Zirong were here, I would dare—"

"Bad Dad, I don't want to hear it." Zuo Shanshan pouted, looking unconvinced.

"You brat, are you trying to put your old man in a difficult position?" The father and daughter stared at each other, trying to guess each other's thoughts.

"I'm just afraid that if you listen, it will make me bleed," Zuo Shanshan said, expressing her concern.

Minister Zuo reached into her arms, "Shanshan, Dad isn't some naive young man. Besides, that beast Zirong and his mother are already together. What can he do even if he finds out?"

Zuo Shanshan felt a little wronged, "So you weren't sincere." Her father's multiple wives and concubines had always made her uneasy. She didn't know how much he truly loved her. "You're just after something new—"

"After something new?" Minister Zuo pinched his daughter's nipple. "If Dad was after something new, how many women couldn't he find—Shanshan, Dad actually wanted you to get pregnant a long time ago—"

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan's almond-shaped eyes flickered, but Minister Zuo's hand went from her chest all the way to her pants, prickly and soft.

2. After

Jiang Han saw Lu Zirong and Li Rouqian off, when she returned to the house, she suddenly saw the police notice. She stood there stunned, wringing her hands, not daring to say anything. No wonder her in-laws and son-in-law left in such a hurry. For a moment, her grievances and resentment were replaced by sudden shock. Zirong had committed a crime? A series of question marks flooded her mind. She patted her chest, feeling it pounding wildly. Her husband and daughter's situation was still unresolved; how could she have received such a notice?

She quickly tidied the house, changed her clothes, and hailed a car.

As the car approached New World, she paid the fare and hurried up the red-carpeted steps. Suddenly, she saw the BMW that had just parked in her yard. Realizing Lu Zirong was there, she heard the BMW start and sped away.

Without thinking further, she rushed to her daughter's office.

"Madam, you've arrived?" Xiao Dai greeted her with a smile, leading Jiang Han.

Jiang Han's face was grim; she didn't speak, making Xiao Dai afraid to breathe.

"Go ahead," Jiang Han instructed as they approached Zuo Shanshan's office. It wasn't appropriate to discuss such matters with outsiders present, so she simply sent Xiao Dai away.

"Dad—we can do the chorionic villus sampling in two months." Just as Jiang Han was about to open the door, she suddenly heard Zuo Shanshan say this. So her daughter was pregnant?

"Then Dad will take you tomorrow." Jiang Han had never heard Minister Zuo's voice so considerate, and a pang of jealousy rose in her heart.

"I'm afraid—afraid the test will show it's yours." Jiang Han's mouth gaped open, unable to close for a long time. The chorionic villus sampling was clearly a paternity test; how could it be her husband's? Could it be that they—that videotape already proved their relationship, that they were pregnant—? She stopped, standing there quietly.

"Didn't we agree?" Minister Zuo coaxed and comforted her. "

No—I don't feel well." Zuo Shanshan seemed to be refusing something.

Jiang Han pressed her face against the door, peeking through the crack. Her daughter was lying on the sofa, her husband sitting beside her, his hand inside her daughter's pants. Zuo Shanshan had said she didn't feel well because she wanted her husband to stop touching her there.

Minister Zuo didn't speak, but leaned down and gently kissed his daughter's lips. Seeing Zuo Shanshan's hazy eyes respond, a surge of anger rose within her.

"Dad wants to see that little thing—" Minister Zuo leered. Jiang Han knew this was typical of men; they were like cats to fish when they saw a beautiful woman. She was both angry and resentful. "Shanshan, your father has been a womanizer his whole life, sleeping with women wherever he goes, never taking feelings seriously. How could you let him? Even if you're lonely, you shouldn't sleep with your own father! Is it because he's strong—" Thinking of her husband's martial prowess, she felt sorry for her daughter.

Zuo Shanshan pushed his head away. "How can I see him like this?"

"How can I not see him? Isn't he right inside you?" Minister Zuo acted shamelessly, making Jiang Han feel a little disgusted.

"You—you're bad!" Zuo Shanshan knew her father was just using this excuse to think about that thing again, her face flushed, and she scolded him playfully.

"Little one, Dad's here, just hide inside." Minister Zuo teased, unbuttoning Zuo Shanshan's pants from below. Jiang Han's eyes widened in surprise as she watched Minister Zuo's actions. He wasn't shy at all, more casual and intimate than he had been with her back then.

"Dad—" Just as Minister Zuo turned around, Zuo Shanshan grabbed him. "I want you to talk to me."

"Hehe, Dad knows." Minister Zuo kissed her and poked her little nose. "Dad just wants to kiss your little mouth."

A blush crept up Zuo Shanshan's face, making her blush to the roots of her neck. She knew what her father meant by kissing her little mouth, and unwilling to go against his wishes, she said nothing more, simply lying down lazily.

Jiang Han heard her husband say he wanted to kiss their daughter, but seeing Zuo Shanshan lying down and her husband bending down between their daughter's legs, she didn't know what the father and daughter were going to do. When she saw Minister Zuo lift her daughter's waist, she suddenly remembered the saying that women have two mouths, and her face turned red instantly. Oh dear, how could he say such lewd things to

his daughter? Staring at him without moving, Minister Zuo gently pulled Zuo Shanshan's pants down to her ankles and spread her legs. Jiang Han's eyes widened, thinking, is he really going to use his mouth? To kiss her daughter's genitals?

Just as she was still in disbelief, Minister Zuo leaned down and buried his head between Zuo Shanshan's legs. Jiang Han watched in astonishment as Minister Zuo's thick, bearded lips suddenly filled her daughter's genitals, and then his tongue entered her vagina.

Zuo Shanshan involuntarily groaned and arched her back.

"Dad—please, don't touch Xiaodou." Zuo Shanshan gasped, unable to resist her father's experienced teasing. "That will cause a miscarriage." Within the first three months of pregnancy, the embryo is still unstable, and intense sexual activity can stimulate strong uterine contractions and cause a miscarriage.

Upon hearing this, Minister Zuo quickly withdrew his outstretched hand, only using the tip of his tongue to probe Zuo Shanshan's vagina, scraping back and forth inside her labia.

Jiang Han felt her blood rushing to her head. During this time, Xiao Dai came out to check on her several times, but each time she carefully retreated. Jiang Han could no longer tolerate the incestuous relationship between father and daughter, and suddenly pushed open the door.

"Mom—how could you—" Zuo Shanshan, who was lying on the sofa, was so frightened that she jumped up, only to hear Jiang Han say viciously, "What a mess you've made." Suddenly, her body went limp and she collapsed.

3.

Even the usually composed Minister Zuo showed a hint of panic. Seeing Shan Shan's pale face, he quickly called to his daughter, and the two of them hurriedly lifted Jiang Han onto the sofa. Minister Zuo gently tilted Jiang Han back and pinched her philtrum with his thumb.

"Dad—are you alright?" Zuo Shan Shan sobbed, afraid that something might happen to her mother.

Minister Zuo didn't speak, but placed one hand on Jiang Han's chest and pinched her philtrum hard with his thumb. Jiang Han moved slightly and exhaled.

"Mom—" Zuo Shan Shan cried out in surprise, seeing Jiang Han slowly open her eyes. "Shan Shan—Zi Rong is in trouble." She nervously grabbed Zuo Shan Shan's hand. "Something happened." Her eyes were lifeless as she stared blankly into the distance.

"Mom—" Zuo Shan Shan noticed her mother's abnormality.

"Shan Shan, Mom doesn't blame you. Your father is a womanizer, and Zi Rong is in trouble again." She clenched her fist tightly, her eyes empty and lifeless.

"Mom—what happened to Zirong?" Zuo Shanshan watched as her father helped her mother up.

Hearing her daughter's voice, her mother seemed to regain some composure. Looking at Zuo Shanshan, her eyes held a hint of something unreadable. "Mom doesn't blame you. Your father likes women. He must have forced you, didn't he?"

A touch of embarrassment made Zuo Shanshan realize her mother had discovered their affair. Looking down at herself, her heart suddenly pounded. In her panic, she had been naked from the waist down. She tried to stand up, but Jiang Han held her tightly. "Mom knew Zirong wouldn't last, Shanshan, Mom was so worried about you—" she cried, bursting into tears.

"Jiang Han, what's wrong? Tell me." Minister Zuo knew from his wife's expression and words that she had figured out something about him and their daughter, so he no longer held back.

"Haha—ha—" Jiang Han suddenly burst into laughter again. "What a mess you've made! You raped your own daughter and got her pregnant with your child! Let's see how you deal with this!" Her gaze was fixed blankly on the book, *The Land So Rich in Beauty*.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She glanced at her father, tears welling up in her eyes, and quickly helped her mother up.

"Hehe—" Jiang Han suddenly grinned, revealing her white teeth, and reached out to stroke Zuo Shanshan's face. "You are—?"

Zuo Shanshan looked at her, bewildered. She didn't dare to talk to her mother.

"Shanshan, your mother has gone mad." Minister Zuo breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Dad, no way?" Zuo Shanshan looked at her mother with grief, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing. Her mother's vacant eyes were already indicative of mental problems.

"You two adulterers, actually sleeping together in the house—I—I have no face left—" Jiang Han suddenly screamed hysterically, crying and attacking Minister Zuo, but he grabbed her wrist.

Zuo Shanshan took the opportunity to break free from her mother. Just as Zuo Shanshan picked up her clothes, she was suddenly hugged by Minister Zuo.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan looked at him in confusion, wondering why he was stopping her at this moment.

“Daughter,” Jiang Han pulled Zuo Shanshan back, “You have to control your husband’s affairs, Auntie—” she sobbed, “Auntie wasn’t well during the Long March, so she let him—let him—”

“Does that mean husband and wife have to be loving and affectionate?” Minister Zuo hugged Shanshan to test his wife’s intelligence.

“Hehe—” Jiang Han laughed sheepishly, “If husband and wife aren’t harmonious, isn’t that pushing the husband away?” She turned to Zuo Shanshan, “Daughter, don’t be so stubborn. You have to compromise. If you serve your man well, he will treat you well in return.”

Hearing her mother’s words, Zuo Shanshan felt as if she were covered in thorns.

“Shanshan, see if your mother is really crazy?” He hugged his daughter, kissing her while testing his wife Jiang Han.

Zuo Shanshan felt a prickling sensation as her mother stared at her. She couldn't accept her father being intimate with her in front of her mother. But then her mother chuckled, "Your man just got back, so just let him be. Auntie didn't see anything, didn't see anything." She turned around, saw the remote control on the mahogany coffee table, and picked it up while sitting on the sofa.

Zuo Shanshan, embarrassed, said, "Dad—" She didn't want her father to treat her like this at this moment.

Minister Zuo stubbornly held her, loudly addressing Jiang Han, "Look how unwilling your daughter is."

Jiang Han turned around, her face serious, and said, "A pretty woman needs a man, and she sleeps all day and night." Seeing Minister Zuo press Zuo Shanshan down on the sofa, she clapped her hands, "A woman needs to be charming, a man needs to be wanton; without charm and wantonness, no one will take her." Zuo Shanshan's face turned red and then blue, and she lay there, afraid to struggle. Minister Zuo then reached between Zuo Shanshan's legs and, under Jiang Han's gaze, penetrated her.

“Hehe—Long March, Long March, two old men in one house, kissing behind the curtain, doing business in the dark.” Jiang Han probably recalled the difficult conditions during the Long March. Suddenly, her face darkened, and she stared blankly at Minister Zuo. “Old Zuo—?”

Minister Zuo sensed that she was awake and quickly shielded his daughter with his body. “Old Zuo is in a meeting.”

“Oh—” She seemed to be thinking, muttering something.

Zuo Shanshan pleaded with him from below, “Dad—” Her eyes were full of reluctance. She couldn’t bear to make love to her father at this time.

“Good Shanshan—I’ll fulfill Dad’s dream.” He lowered his head and kissed her, moving his penis inside her.

“Bad Dad—you insist on her watching—” Zuo Shanshan remembered the conversation between her father and her that day in Qingtong City.

“Silly girl.” Minister Zuo pinched her lips with his hand. “Dad likes her watching us—do it.”

“You old pervert, old rogue.” Zuo Shanshan knew she couldn’t change him, so she cursed. The minister's eyes, now filled with a seductive glint, were filled with delight as he thrust in hard. Zuo Shanshan gasped and quickly covered her mouth, glancing sideways at her mother. She saw Jiang Han turning her head to look at her after hearing the noise. Embarrassed, she quickly nestled between the minister's legs, whimpering, "Dad, Mom's watching."

Minister Zuo spread Zuo Shanshan's thighs and thrust in and out relentlessly, making squelching sounds inside. "Let her watch, let her watch to her heart's content." He then turned her head to kiss her.

"Bad daddy—you let Mommy watch me—you're so bad."

"Let her watch me and my daughter make love," Minister Zuo thrust even more forcefully, deliberately changing the angle so Jiang Han could see more clearly.

Just as the father and daughter were getting into the swing of things, a female voice suddenly announced on the television: "Qingtong City Public Security Bureau Announcement: Lu Zirong, male, 1.80 meters tall, 32 years old, is suspected of smuggling and selling prohibited drugs. Anyone with information is requested to contact the Qingtong City Public Security Bureau."

Zuo Shanshan gasped in shock, "Zirong, he—"

Minister Zuo stopped, looking at the announcement on TV. He suddenly remembered the figure he had seen on Zengguang Road and said bitterly, "He brought this upon himself." He immediately realized that Lu Zirong and Zuo Shanshan's marriage was over, and he would have his daughter all to himself again. Overjoyed, he looked down at their joined genitals and his daughter's split clitoris.

"Dad—what are you looking at?" Zuo Shanshan heard her father's words, looked up and saw his gaze fixed on her like a hawk, and asked shyly.

"What are you looking at? Look at our genitals, Shanshan, Dad is fucking you."

"Ah—" Zuo Shanshan cried out in surprise at the explicit words, but suddenly saw her mother's gaze, "Shanshan, Zirong, Zirong is suspected of drug trafficking." Then she turned to Minister Zuo, "Old Zuo, Zirong, he—"

"He—he's trafficking his drugs." Minister Zuo ignored her and lay on top of Shanshan, thrusting into her like a conquering force.

Jiang Han stared blankly at the father and daughter rolling around on the sofa. (02-04

Chapter Thirteen , Part

1)

"Rong'er, Shanshan, she—" The shocking scene was unbearable for Li Rouqian. She knew that at this moment, her son Lu Zirong was definitely more heartbroken than she was. But a man doesn't easily shed tears; this was Lu Zirong's character, and the very essence of the Lu family's survival and development.

"Slut!" Lu Zirong cursed viciously. The scene he had just witnessed was like a knife stabbing into his heart, bringing him back to his senses. Asking Minister Zuo for help at this time and in this matter would be pointless.

Li Rouqian leaned on Lu Zirong's shoulder. "Mom just doesn't believe—"

"What don't you believe?" Lu Zirong retorted.

"How could Minister Zuo—" Her soft voice sounded even more alluring.

“Silly Rou’er, we can commit incest, so why can’t Minister Zuo fuck his daughter’s cunt?” he cursed viciously, venting his anger. “Rou Rou’s mother, I just think that feelings are unreliable; only family is truly important.”

Li Rouqian recalled her past affair with her son and said with deep feeling, “At least Mom won’t betray you.”

“That’s why your son feels you are the safest and most worthy of his lifelong reliance.” Lu Zirong looked at her affectionately. “Even if Shanshan and I love each other deeply, once our feelings turn sour, we will go our separate ways.” “Mom knows.” Li Rouqian wanted to snuggle closer. Is there anything in this world stronger or more selfless than the bond between mother and son?

“Even if we end our sexual relationship, you will still be my mother.”

“Silly son, Mom is content with having you in this life.” Li Rouqian said emotionally.

“Yes, good Rourou, you are my woman completely.” He said, pulling Li Rouqian into his arms and kissing her. Li Rouqian returned the kiss, filled with sweet affection.

“They… I can’t count on them,” Lu Zirong said bitterly, kissing his mother.

“Rong’er, I’m scared,” Li Rouqian said, her eyes filled with worry that her son would be involved in smuggling and drug trafficking.

“As long as we’re alive, we can always make a comeback. Rourou, at worst, your husband will go to Hong Kong with you,” Lu Zirong said

, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I’ll listen to you, Mother,” she said, completely compliant to her son. Lu Zirong hugged his mother, kissed her lips, and casually dialed a number.

A familiar voice answered, “Brother, everything’s arranged here.”

Lu Zirong answered via Bluetooth, his hand groping for Li Rouqian’s breasts, gently unbuttoning them. Li Rouqian blushed and let him touch her breasts. She didn’t know why her son liked her breasts so much; whenever he was with her, he always touched them first.

“Didn’t you see what he meant?” Lu Zirong was dealing with Beijing for the first time and didn’t want to be controlled by them.

“Brother, no problem, I’ve taken care of everything. Qiang’s uncle is a second-level national cadre, like a member of the Politburo or vice chairman.”

Lu Zirong breathed a sigh of relief, excitedly pinching Li Rouqian’s nipple and putting it in his mouth.

Li Rouqian recognized Heiniu’s voice, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, but dared not speak.

“Arrange for them to meet now.”

“You—you’ve come to Beijing?” Heiniu asked in surprise.

“Just arrived.” Li Rouqian’s breasts were white and large, like freshly steamed buns, with large nipples like two red dates. Sunlight streamed through the glass, and Lu Zirong admired the soft, furry skin.

“Is Auntie here too?” Li Rouqian asked cautiously, hearing Heiniu’s question.

“Yes.” Lu Zirong knew this guy was going to great lengths to make things happen for him and Li Rouqian.

“Then I’ll arrange a suite for you tonight.” He probed Lu Zirong’s tone.

"Whatever you want." Lu Zirong knew what he was up to. "Big brother, Brother Qiang has some activities planned for tonight. Are you bringing Auntie along?"

"Silly boy, there won't be anything lewd, will there?" Lu Zirong asked with a grin, revealing a flirtatious air.

"Hehe, there will be plenty. I'll let Auntie see what's going on." He smiled ambiguously, then lowered his voice, "And let you two be a pair of lovebirds."

"You brat—" Lu Zirong scolded her, afraid of upsetting his mother.

Li Rouqian, upon hearing this, vaguely sensed that Heiniu knew something, and anger welled up in her pretty face. Seeing Lu Zirong hang up the phone, she looked at him reproachfully, "What did you say to him?"

"No—nothing." Lu Zirong denied.

"Nothing? How could he make you and Mother a pair of lovebirds?" Li Rouqian pressed, annoyed that her son had revealed her secret.

“Rou Rou, when your husband was with Agong and Auntie, he already knew I had feelings for you—” Lu Zirong recalled his unrestrained lovemaking with Wang Mei and his own wanton behavior.

Li Rouqian blushed and said, “You rascal, you’re just too flamboyant. How can your mother face you now—” Hei Niu used to be a frequent visitor to the house, and he treated Li Rouqian with the respect due to a son. How could she face him now?

“Silly Rou Rou, it’s not that your husband is flamboyant. It’s just that Auntie looks too much like you. This kid saw how infatuated I was with Wang Mei, and guessed that I loved you. He secretly brought Auntie over to ease my longing for you.”

“Hmph, you’re so wanton, how could he not see that?” Li Rouqian’s heart pounded with happiness as she recalled her son’s confession of his love for her on the phone in front of Wang Mei.

As the two were talking, Black Bull called, "Brother, Brother Qiang is waiting for you at the Golden Jade Marriage Club."

Li Rouqian blushed upon hearing the name, "You rascal, choosing such a place."

Lu Zirong immediately understood, "Hehe, tonight, my husband and I will be happily married."

2.

Located in Haidian District, Beijing, the Golden Jade Couple Club boasts a prime location in a bustling area with convenient transportation, making it a rising star in Beijing's entertainment scene. The club is exquisitely decorated and features cutting-edge design, including state-of-the-art indoor water screen cinema, unique ceiling projection, and a freely adjustable stage. Coupled with a strong cast of performers, it offers interactive entertainment games every night, guaranteed to captivate and delight guests. "Staying up all night, embracing a beautiful woman in a drunken stupor" perfectly describes Golden Jade Couple.

As Xu Dacheng stepped into the lobby, two beautiful hostesses approached with smiles. "Sir, please come this way." Xu Ningjing looked at her father, feeling as bewildered as a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden.

"Dad, Beijing is so fashionable!" she exclaimed, sticking out her tongue, her envious gaze sweeping around. Although she had seen many things in Qingtong, entering Beijing made her realize how vast the outside world truly was.

Xu Dacheng was also a little unaccustomed to it. He had never seen such a luxurious and avant-garde entertainment venue before. The walls of the hall were sculpted with lifelike Western nude paintings, allowing people to feel the beauty of women through the charm of art. Especially the painting "The Spring," which depicted the full breasts and the soft curves of the vulva of a woman almost perfectly.

Xu Ningjing looked at the mural with amazement. Suddenly, she covered her mouth and giggled, "Dad—" Xu Dacheng followed his daughter's gaze and saw a man with a masculine air, a medium-sized penis curled between his legs. He couldn't help but tease him, "You brat."

But Xu Ningjing grabbed his arm and protested, "Dad—" she said in a long, coquettish voice, "It's not like I—"

Xu Dacheng turned around and flicked her nose, "You're shameless. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Xu Ningjing blushed, "I—I haven't seen it before." She pouted unhappily.

Xu Dacheng watched his daughter's expression with an appreciative look. "Later—" he whispered, seeing the hostess walking ahead, "Dad will let you watch to your heart's content."

"You rascal!" Xu Ningjing had just cursed when the hostess turned around. "Sir, please come in."

Pinhua Pavilion was a karaoke and dining room. In the center of the room was a beautifully framed erotic painting with a classical style, below which was a short poem: "The spring flows silently, cherishing its gentle stream; Mandarin ducks play in the water, loving the soft sunshine. The lotus buds have just emerged, and a dragonfly has already alighted on one." On each side was a line of ancient poetry: on the left, a Zen room surrounded by flowers and trees; on the right, a winding path leading to a secluded spot.

As Xu Dacheng entered the room, he heard Qiang Ge's booming voice, "Director Xu, I've been waiting for your arrival." He stood up, shook Xu Dacheng's hand as if they were old acquaintances, and said, "Please sit down."

Xu Dacheng said politely, "I've long admired your name, Brother Qiang, it's an honor." He glanced around and noticed two other men and two women. Just as he was about to extend his hand, Qiang Ge introduced them, "This is Chairman Lu from Qingtong City, I'm sure you know him."

Xu Dacheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly realized he had to improvise in this situation and quickly extended his hand, "Of course I know him." Turning to the other shorter man, he said, "This one is quite unfamiliar."

Qiang Ge still smiled, "This is my friend—Black Bull, please take care of him."

Xu Dacheng shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

"Director Xu, I invited everyone here today to introduce you to a friend. There might be some misunderstandings." He gestured to the waitress, "Play 'The Butterfly Lovers'."

As the melodious violin concerto played, Qiang Ge looked at Xu Dacheng. "Director Xu, let's get straight to the point. Chairman Lu is involved in a case in Qingtong recently, and you're in charge."

"Oh, Qiang Ge mentioned it, but this case is quite tricky—" Xu Dacheng hesitated, glancing sideways at Lu Zirong. To be precise, he wasn't very familiar with Lu Zirong. If it weren't for this case, he, as the deputy director of the provincial department, wouldn't have appeared in Qingtong, let alone met Lu Zirong.

“I know, we won’t get involved in cases that aren’t difficult. How about this, you handle Qing Tong’s matter, and I’ll take care of the rest.” He looked at Xu Dacheng as if seeking his opinion, casually handing him a cell phone. “Director Xu, this is for you.”

Xu Dacheng looked at the luxurious and exquisite phone, took it, and suddenly saw a picture. He broke out in a cold sweat, his face turning ashen. He secretly guessed where the picture came from, feeling a chill of fear. He had heard of Brother Qiang’s background and abilities before, knowing his powerful backer. Now, he had no choice but to go with the flow. “Since Brother Qiang is involved, it’s settled.” A hint of pleading appeared in his words. Brother Qiang

laughed heartily. “Director Xu is so easy to talk to. Let’s leave it at that for now, keep your mouth shut, and we’ll let bygones be bygones.” He then gave Xu Dacheng a meaningful look. "Come on, let's toast to our acquaintance and friendship!" He raised his glass, glanced around, and his gaze fell on Xu Ningjing's face. "Miss, pour this lady a glass of Lafite."

Xu Ningjing was about to refuse, but seeing her father's gaze, she quickly picked up her glass.

"And let's toast to our wonderful evening tonight!" He finished speaking and looked at his female companion, making an arm-crossing gesture. "Let's set an example." The two crossed their arms, looked at each other, and drank their glasses to the brim.

Sitting to the side, Hei Niu watched excitedly. "Come on, everyone, let's all drink together!" He and his female companion crossed their arms, looking at Xu Dacheng and Lu Zirong.

The neon lights flashed, making the room look dreamlike. Xu Dacheng and Lu Zirong hesitated for only a moment before raising their glasses under Hei Niu's gaze.

Qiang Ge watched all this excitedly, clapping his hands and calling out, "Come on, let's sing 'Picking Water Chestnuts' for everyone here." He put his arm around his female companion's waist and walked onto the stage with light dance steps to the music.

(Male) We row our boat to pick water chestnuts, pick water chestnuts, my love is with you, my affection is with you, just like two water chestnuts, never apart,

we are of one heart;

(Female) We row our boat to pick water chestnuts, pick water chestnuts, my love is with you, my affection is with you, my affection is with you, just like two water chestnuts, connected and inseparable;

(Together) Our hearts are intertwined (our bodies are intertwined);

Black Ox cheers loudly from the side, striking his instrument. Brother Qiang looks at his female companion with affection, takes her hand, and dances gracefully to the music.

(Together) Rowing the boat to the heart of the vagina, look, look clearly, the clear vaginal water reflects our double images, just like two mandarin ducks, rowing the boat to the heart of the vagina, look, look clearly, one of us and one of us, just like conjoined twins.

Hearing this, Xu Ningjing blushed and looked at Xu Dacheng. The crude lyrics made her feel incredibly ashamed. Fortunately, the dim neon lights concealed everyone's gaze and expressions, so she could only nestle in Xu Dacheng's arms, not daring to look up.

"Dad, they were so rude."

Xu Dacheng was still worried about the scene on the phone that Qiang Ge had given him. He lay on top of Xu Ningjing, turning his head to shoot Shi Jian. That frozen frame said it all, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"Jingjing, just follow the arrangements tonight." He sighed with a heavy heart.

"Bad Dad, I knew you had no good intentions." Ever since that night when she and her father had been forced to consummate their relationship, Xu Ningjing had been avoiding him.

Hei Niu approached Li Rouqian from the darkness. "Madam, Hei Niu toasts you." He poured a full glass of wine and held it out to Li Rouqian, respectfully raising his glass. Li Rouqian

remembered what Lu Zirong had said earlier. Did he know about her and her son's affair? "Hei Niu, I can't drink that much." She wanted to refuse, but didn't dare to say so.

"Madam, my brother's matter has been settled. Let's celebrate and drink our fill tonight." His eyes gleamed, making Li Rouqian feel uneasy.

Li Rouqian had no choice but to take a small sip, then tilted her head back and swallowed.

"Give me 'Only Mother is Good in the World'," he said, putting down his wine glass and giving Lu Zirong and Li Rouqian a meaningful look before striding onto the stage. "This song is dedicated to my dear elder brother and Ms. Li Rouqian."

He opened his mouth, hunching over and belting out: "Only mother is good in the world, a child with a mother is a treasure, nestled in mother's embrace, happiness is boundless." When he sang about happiness, he loudly repeated, "Happiness, the happiness of sex life."

Qiang Ge looked at him admiringly, "You little rascal, you have a mother complex."

Hei Niu blew a kiss and continued singing, "There's only one mother in the world who's good, her legs are like spring grass, enter that patch of grass, where can you find a cock?

" Li Rouqian felt flustered upon hearing this, feeling Hei Niu's gaze fixed on her, "It's all your fault, making him—" Li Rouqian complained softly.

Lu Zirong hadn't expected Hei Niu to change the lyrics like this. He looked at Xu Dacheng sitting next to him, staring infatuatedly at the woman beside him, and gently pulled Li Rouqian close, startling her. Li Rouqian looked around nervously, snorting softly, "You're such a dead man, aren't you afraid of being seen?" As the two were whispering, they heard Qiang Ge announce loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, to thank you for coming, we're now introducing a special feature of our 'Golden Match' program—the 'Mutual Affection Interaction'."

"Let's play a matching game. If you're matched, as long as you're in love and I'm willing, we can become a couple and fly together."

Xu Ningjing, terrified, nestled into Xu Dacheng's arms. "Dad—I'm scared—" Xu

Dacheng hugged her tightly. "You silly girl, what are you afraid of? Haven't you heard it's consensual? If you don't like it, no one is forcing you."

"But they—" This was Xu Ningjing's first time with a man. Before this, Shi Jian had kissed her, but at crucial moments, she would back down, leaving Shi Jian feeling like a fire had been doused with cold water, watching her reluctantly, but helpless.

"Silly girl, they know about our relationship," Xu Dacheng calmly told her.

"What?" Xu Ningjing asked in surprise, "You mean they know about us—"

Xu Dacheng took out the phone that Qiang Ge had given her and handed it to her. "Take a look yourself."

Xu Ningjing, puzzled, didn't know what was inside. She opened a folder, randomly clicked on something, and suddenly gasped, covering her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked at Xu Dacheng, her heart pounding.

"What do we do? What do we do?" "She almost cried as she spoke.

Xu Dacheng put his arm around her shoulder, but Xu Ningjing nudged him. "If you keep acting like this, how will we face anyone?"

"Jingjing—" Xu Dacheng looked around and whispered, "They're using this to blackmail me, trying to negotiate. Dad doesn't want to offend them." He looked at his daughter's red eyes. "Besides, Brother Qiang just said he'd keep quiet and forgive and forget. They're loyal."

"Do they know we're father and daughter?" Xu Ningjing was still worried that their relationship would be exposed. Just as Xu Dacheng was about to say something, he heard Brother Qiang laugh loudly and say, "Let's draw lots now." Xu

Ningjing looked at Xu Dacheng with fear and pleading.

Hei Niu was the first to jump up, grab one, and grinned at Li Rouqian. Li Rouqian didn't want to grab one, but she didn't dare offend Qiang Ge, after all, he had done so much for the Lu family, so she grabbed one with Lu Zirong.

When it was Xu Dacheng and Xu Ningjing's turn, Qiang Ge looked at the somewhat embarrassed Xu Ningjing and whispered in her ear, "Brother hopes you and your dad can be a couple."

Xu Ningjing covered her face in embarrassment, squatted down, and ran off the stage.

Qiang Ge looked at Xu Ningjing's graceful figure with interest and said to Xu Dacheng, "Those two on the left are yours." Seeing Xu Dacheng grab them, he said happily, "Brother Qiang knows your feelings, and besides, we don't want you to be our father-in-law."

Xu Dacheng chuckled and gave Qiang Ge a grateful look.

Li Rouqian looked at Lu Zirong nervously, her face full of worry. Deep down, she hoped to be with Lu Zirong, but she didn't want to be with him. "Zirong—" she looked at him helplessly. Lu

Zirong didn't open the lot immediately. He looked at Heiniu, who was excitedly looking at it under the light. Suddenly, he looked at Qiang Ge with some difficulty. Qiang Ge looked at him curiously. "What's wrong? You little brat."

Heiniu scratched his head. "Qiang Ge, I'm sorry."

Qiang Ge glared at him. "Damn it, did you grab my girl?" Then he opened the lot, turned around and kicked Heiniu. "Kid, you're lucky."

Heiniu stretched his neck and looked at the lot in Qiang Ge's hand with glee. "Qiang Ge, we—"

Qiang Ge whispered to Heiniu, "Let them play." "

Black Bull suddenly realized, turning his head to look at the two couples, only to see Xu Ningjing nestled in Xu Dacheng's arms, her shy demeanor making him envious.

'Rou'er, look at yours.' Lu Zirong saw Qiang Ge and Black Bull embracing their respective female companions, and secretly glanced at his mother. Li Rouqian's heart pounded, and she slowly opened the lot in her palm, looking with delight at the pattern exactly the same as Lu Zirong's. She breathed a long sigh of relief.

'Rou'er, it seems we mother and son are a match made in heaven.' Lu Zirong hugged his mother tightly."

"No—" Li Rouqian turned her head fearfully to watch their actions, only to find Xu Dacheng and his daughter secretly kissing to the side.

Lu Zirong reached under Li Rouqian's clothes from the side, touching her body. Li Rouqian dared not refuse too much, afraid that others would see and it would be even more embarrassing.

Qiang Ge held Hei Niu's girlfriend down, but this woman was unusually seductive, clinging to Qiang Ge and begging for pleasure. Qiang Ge, aroused, pulled down her panties from under her skirt. The woman cried out in surprise and joy, wrapping her legs around Qiang Ge. Qiang Ge happily took off his... Her skirt was bent over as he stood, and he inserted himself from below. The woman was already very wet from Qiang Ge's touch, and Qiang Ge felt her overflowing with desire, so he began to thrust vigorously.

Xu Dacheng listened to the woman's moans, high and low, and his mind was already on Xu Ningjing. But looking at his daughter, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he restrained himself, turned Xu Ningjing around and continued to kiss her, deliberately letting his daughter see Qiang Ge and the woman's position.

Xu Ningjing responded to her father while secretly watching them make love with curiosity.

Xu Dacheng whispered in her ear, "Jingjing, look, they're already doing it."

Xu Ningjing blushed and said shyly, "You're bad, you're bad."

Xu Dacheng forcefully turned her head and put his tongue into her mouth, "Good daughter, Dad wants to do it with you too." Xu

Ningjing thought his words were too explicit, so she hit him while making her father stick out her tongue, whimpering. Xu Dacheng tentatively licked his lips and put them in his daughter's mouth. Xu Ningjing opened her mouth and took it in. Her big eyes gazed at Xu Dacheng affectionately.

3.

"Dad, be gentle." Zuo Shanshan supported her father with both hands to prevent him from pressing on her stomach. Minister Zuo carefully lifted Zuo Shanshan's legs, trying to lift them up.

"It's going too deep like this." Zuo Shanshan was still hesitant to fully enjoy herself and pushed him away.

Minister Zuo said listlessly, "Then Dad—" He looked at Zuo Shanshan's full cherry lips, and Zuo Shanshan knew what he meant, "Bad Dad, you're not learning good things."

Just as the two were considering their positions, Minister Zuo's phone rang.

"It's a phone call, it's a phone call." "Jiang Han shouted incoherently, turning her head to look at them, giggling.

Afraid that her mother would go to get the phone, Zuo Shanshan quickly got up, grabbed it from the sofa, and handed it to Minister Zuo."

"Hello—where is this?" Minister Zuo answered the phone while looking at Zuo Shanshan's small, mouth-like labia, half-covering his penis...

"Minister Zuo, this is Xiao Liu from Qingtong Public Security Bureau." The other party was extremely respectful.

Minister Zuo recalled the scene of him serving him attentively in Qingtong. "Oh, Xiao Liu, what's the matter?"

"I want to report something to you—" Director Liu paused here.

"Go on—" Minister Zuo was a little impatient. His penis slid out a little from Zuo Shanshan's vagina. He held it with his hand and slowly pushed it back in. Zuo Shanshan looked at him angrily. Minister Zuo was aroused and began to probe back and forth on his daughter's parted labia.

"Chairman Lu has recently encountered some trouble—" He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. Minister Zuo realized that Director Liu was tipping him off. These local officials were very good at currying favor with the powerful. Fortunately, Minister Zuo had already heard rumors about it.

"Is there a problem?" Minister Zuo, watching his penis slide in and out of his daughter's, was suddenly seized by a childlike urge and began to play with it. Zuo Shanshan looked up at her father, her eyes filled with a seductive, urging gaze.

Director Liu hesitated, seemingly sensing Minister Zuo's distraction. "The matter involves drug trafficking—according to the people in the drug den, they had a lot of evidence, but in yesterday's operation, the people in the den were shot dead by the drug dealers."

"What? You mean the evidence is lost?" Minister Zuo, engrossed in teasing his daughter, suddenly asked loudly, causing Zuo Shanshan to look at her father's face.

"Yes, Minister, there was only the body of the people in the den at the scene."

"Then how will you convict him?"

"This—" Director Liu didn't finish his sentence.

Zuo Shanshan, listening below, nudged her father with her body. Minister Zuo immediately realized this, covering the receiver and looking at his daughter, seeking her opinion with his eyes.

"Dad—you still have to protect Zirong." She pointed to her belly, implying that she was pregnant and only Lu Zirong could take on the responsibility.

"That beast Zirong and his mother—" Minister Zuo didn't say it aloud, but it was clearer than if he had. Could his daughter accept Lu Zirong's incestuous relationship with his mother, Li Rouqian?

Zuo Shanshan was worried that her father would reject Director Liu's good intentions, which would not only expose his true intentions but also bring trouble to her future life. Minister Zuo was also worried about this, so he softened his tone and said into the phone, "Without evidence, how can we convict someone? Besides, is that undercover agent reliable?"

Director Liu immediately felt reassured and said firmly in an order-carrying tone, "We guarantee to handle this matter fairly. Thank you for your instructions, Minister."

Minister Zuo hung up the phone, and then heard Zuo Shanshan say, "Dad, you still need to look into Zirong's matter."

Minister Zuo looked at her, "What, are you worried about him?"

Zuo Shanshan was a little angry, "He is, after all, your son-in-law. If something happens to him, it won't look good for you."

"I know that." He teased his daughter deliberately, "Then you're not going to pursue his affair with Li Rouqian?"

"I don't care about his messy affairs—" she pouted, "What does it matter to me what he and his mother do?"

"Aren't you really jealous?" Minister Zuo asked curiously.

“Dad—” Zuo Shanshan glanced at her mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, “It’s just a fling between them.”

“But he’s still my son-in-law.” Minister Zuo had always been a little jealous of Lu Zirong’s status. He and his daughter had gotten to this point, and he couldn’t have his daughter all to himself.

“Son-in-law,” Zuo Shanshan said disdainfully, “Aren’t you the son-in-law yourself?” She covered her mouth and laughed, which made Minister Zuo’s anger rise. “Silly girl, aren’t you the mother?”

“Bad Dad!” Zuo Shanshan cursed, then turned to look at her mother’s dazed back.

A surge of anger suddenly rose from Minister Zuo’s heart. He hugged his daughter and pressed her down. “Good Shanshan, I want her to see us—”

“You?” Zuo Shanshan’s pretty eyes widened. “Haven’t she already seen us?” Recalling the look her mother had given her just now, she felt a tremor and shock in her heart.

"Hehe—" The desire made Minister Zuo unable to resist. His pleading eyes left Zuo Shanshan no room for refusal. "Dad wants—" He lowered his head and kissed her, "Our bodies are like butterflies flying in pairs, our hearts are connected by a single thread of understanding."

"You mean—" Zuo Shanshan sensed his expectation from the poem her father was reciting. Her surprise was no less than when she first heard that Lu Zirong and her mother were committing incest. "Bad daddy, bad daddy—" She freed her small hands and pounded on his chest. "You let your daughter—" She cursed angrily while imagining her father pinning her mother down and penetrating her in front of her, while playing with her breasts. Her face burned with shame.

"Hehe—" Minister Zuo knew that his idea was unrealistic, so he squeezed Zuo Shanshan's breasts into a ball shape and continued to attack her from below. "Shanshan, let me fuck you and your mother together."

"Bad man, bad man." The rhythm had already made her unable to stop. She pounded on her father's chest in protest.

Minister Zuo thrust in, pumping rapidly, causing Shan Shan to scream wildly.

Jiang Han, who had been sitting blankly, suddenly turned her head. "You—" A hint of curiosity flickered in her dazed eyes.

Minister Zuo stopped. "Jiang Han—"

Jiang Han tilted her head to look at him. "Isn't this your daughter, Shan Shan?" Minister Zuo suddenly tried to wake her up, so he turned Shan Shan's face towards him. Shan Shan shyly pushed him away, covering her face, but Minister Zuo pulled her away.

"Shan Shan—?" She searched her memory, trying to confirm who Shan Shan was.

"Yes, your daughter—" Minister Zuo straddled his daughter's legs. "I'm having an affair with her."

"An affair?" Jiang Han's eyes lit up. "Having an affair means being paraded through the streets." She seemed very sensitive to the topic of having affairs. This phenomenon, unique to China during the Cultural Revolution, left generations with lingering fears. Jiang Han's sister had been paraded through the streets with her clothes hung up like a worn-out shoe for having an affair.

"Come here." Jiang Han obediently stood up, and Zuo Shanshan was so anxious she almost cried. "Dad, don't let her come over."

Jiang Han chuckled, and Zuo Shanshan covered her eyes in embarrassment. Minister Zuo watched Jiang Han approach and pulled her over. "Jiang Han, I'm your husband, Lao Zuo."

"Lao Zuo? You're having an affair?" Her mind wasn't clear; she seemed to be in a daze.

"We have sex as husband and wife." He forcefully picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. Zuo Shanshan heard her mother's heavy body bounce a few times on the sofa and opened her eyes. Her mother was peeking through her hands covering her face with a grin. "Shameless, shameless."

Minister Zuo reached out to undo her pants, but when he was about to take off her underwear, Jiang Han grabbed him tightly. "You're having an affair, you're having an affair." She kept staring at Zuo Shanshan's naked body, unable to understand why this woman was with her husband.

Minister Zuo pulled hard, and with a "rip," Jiang Han's underwear was pulled in two, exposing a large, round, plump buttock. Minister Zuo could see a tuft of dark pubic hair peeking between her legs.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan was so ashamed that she wanted to rush over and fight her father, but she was afraid that the mad Jiang Han would regain his senses, so she glared at Minister Zuo with anger and resentment and remained silent.

Minister Zuo recalled the embarrassing feeling of being caught by Shanshan when he was penetrating his wife's legs that night, and how he would relive the stimulation and tingling sensation afterward. The scene of his frenzy with Jiang Han kept replaying in his mind.

"You shameless, shameless!" Jiang Han clenched her buttocks, trying to conceal her enormous genitals, but this only fueled Minister Zuo's desire to see more. Knowing his daughter Shanshan's voluptuousness, he wanted to experience his wife's maturity even more. He grabbed Jiang Han's legs and pulled hard, causing her to fall backward, her split, clam-like vulva exposed to the sky, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

"Ah—" Zuo Shanshan was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. Her mother was naked with her and her father. She couldn't help but moan as she watched her father wantonly invade her mother's legs.

"You—you pervert—" Jiang Han initially resisted Minister Zuo, but couldn't resist his teasing. In no time, she was kneeling before her husband, panting and moaning.

The shy Zuo Shanshan realized that her mother had already been aroused by her father. Her eyes were hazy as she looked at Minister Zuo, her mind uncontrollably filled with hope. It seemed that even a mentally unstable person could have a strong sexual desire.

Minister Zuo suddenly embraced his wife, pulling her closer. As he approached, he saw the poignant look in Zuo Shanshan's eyes, a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite define. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, he was aroused by the mother and daughter. He abruptly pulled Jiang Han's body towards him and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

Jiang Han's eyes widened with excitement as she watched Minister Zuo's long, erect penis penetrate her.

4.

Black Bull had been secretly observing Lu Zirong and Li Rouqian. He was holding Qiang Ge's girlfriend, originally imagining he could easily penetrate her body like Qiang Ge. However, Qiang Ge's girlfriend was difficult to tame. Black Bull tried to breach her defenses several times, but she easily thwarted him each time, leaving him somewhat discouraged. He didn't want to offend Qiang Ge, nor did he want Qiang Ge to look down on him.

"Are you afraid Brother Qiang will dump you?" Black Bull's eyes pierced her in the darkness.

The girl curled her lip in disdain. "No way, I'm not his exclusive possession."

"Hmph, stubborn." Black Bull provoked her resistance, trying to subdue her.

"You're the stubborn one." She reached out and squeezed Black Bull's rock-hard penis, her eyes burning with lust.

The stimulation almost made Black Bull jump. He felt like he had been raped, like he was being toyed with. If she weren't Brother Qiang's girl, he would have really wanted to rape her.

"Yours is really hard." She chuckled lewdly, looking at Black Bull provocatively. Black Bull was aroused, his whole body burning with desire. Suddenly, he grabbed the woman's crotch.

The girl suddenly jumped up and bit Black Bull's ear hard, making Qiang Ge, who was having sex with a woman below, laugh lewdly. "Hehe, my girl, anyone can ride her, be careful she doesn't kick you." Black Bull laughed self-deprecatingly, "Even a wild horse needs a good hunter, and Qiang Ge's tools are still the best."

Qiang Ge then lifted Black Bull's woman up to his waist, wrapped her legs around his body, and began to have sex with her violently, cursing as he went, "Damn it, you won't stick your ass out unless you're beaten, if you keep going like this, I'll tie you up and gang rape you."

He cursed until the girl didn't move, and Black Bull took the opportunity to pull off her panties, feeling the mess between her thighs. "Slut, you're all talk and no action." He cursed and thrust in hard.

Li Rouqian hid in the darkness, occasionally feeling Black Bull's gaze, which made her even more embarrassed. She could only use her body as cover to let Lu Zirong enter her private parts from the side.

"Rou Rou-niang—" Watching the couples reach their climax, Lu Zirong wanted to make love with his mother, but Li Rouqian pushed him away. After all, she was a well-bred young lady from a scholarly family. No matter how much she secretly longed for love or how wanton she was, that was a private matter, unlike this kind of group sex.

"Dead man, how can one not think about it?" she whimpered, expressing her feelings.

"The path winds and turns, the slopes on both sides, gradually leading to a beautiful fairy cave—" Lu Zirong drooled, eager to satisfy his lust on his mother.

Li Rouqian responded sweetly, "Dead man, go into your mother's cave." At this moment, she suddenly heard Qiang Ge cursing his girlfriend, "If you're so passionate, I'll tie you up and gang rape you." She was so frightened that she stared wide-eyed at Lu Zirong.

Lu Zirong hugged his mother, saying, "He hates that his girlfriend won't let anyone else have her."

Li Rouqian, blushing, hid in his arms, "Rong'er, Mother is afraid—"

"Hehe, you're afraid of being exposed?" Lu Zirong lifted his mother's skirt and pulled off her panties. Li Rouqian wanted to resist again, but dared not move. She was afraid that her resistance would reveal their relationship, and she was also afraid that she would be gang-raped. She whimpered, "Rong'er, is that woman Qiang's girlfriend?"

Lu Zirong held his mother on his lap, his large hand touching Li Rouqian's sticky, slippery vulva between her legs. It turned out that Li Rouqian couldn't resist this scene either. She had already felt aroused several times inside, wishing that Lu Zirong would press her down and tear her apart, but she dared not show it. However, her lower body was uncooperative, like a snail drooling, already soaking her crotch.

"Here, every woman is your girlfriend." Li Rouqian's soft tongue lay inside her labia.

"You dead man, so—Is your mother your mistress too?" Li Rouqian hugged Lu Zirong's neck, her son forcibly pulling her close and kissing her.

"Then, I'll tell Brother Qiang that you're my real mother." Lu Zirong teased his mother at this moment.

"You scoundrel, so shy." Lu Zirong had already made room and pulled down his pants. Li Rouqian felt that stiff thing poking between her legs, so she reached out and grabbed it, her beautiful hair covering her forehead. "Rong'er, are you really going to be with your mother in front of them—"

Lu Zirong grabbed her buttocks and moved onto his, "Then how about you let them gang rape you later—"

"Ah—you naughty Rong'er—" Li Rouqian buried her face in her son's shoulder in embarrassment, "I'll be your mistress for once."

Lu Zirong turned her mouth to meet his, then lifted his mother's buttocks, raised them high, and thrust his erection into her. With a thrust of his hips, it slid in completely.

"Rou'er, you're my girl." He kissed her while thrusting violently.

The slapping sounds of their buttocks hitting each other made Xu Ningjing blush and her heart race. With her father's saliva in her mouth, she turned her head to watch Li Rouqian bouncing up and down on Lu Zirong's lap.

"Jingjing—" Xu Dacheng said opportunely, "It's just the two of us left."

"Dad—" Xu Ningjing wanted to look but dared not. Just as she was about to say something, Xu Dacheng covered her mouth again, sending a mouthful of warm saliva down her tongue. Xu Ningjing quickly took it in her mouth. "Bad dad, aren't you disgusted?" She looked at her father shyly.

"Disgusted what? Dad has already put it inside you." He imagined his daughter's fair and tender body. "Jingjing, after Dad deflowered you, I haven't taken your body again." He looked at his daughter's charming face with lust.

When Xu Ningjing heard her father say that he had deflowered her, she remembered that night, and a surge of desire rose in her heart. "You bad dad, you forced your way into my body and you're still shameless." She scolded her father coquettishly.

Hearing this, Xu Dacheng was overjoyed, knowing his daughter had given her permission. He reached into her bosom and squeezed her small breasts.

Xu Ningjing, her breasts being grasped and fondled by her father, wanted to refuse, but was stimulated by the surrounding scene, and let her father play with her in the darkness.

"Jing'er, Dad wants to hug you—" Xu Dacheng's hug meant sucking on his daughter's nipple. Xu Ningjing's pretty eyes widened in embarrassment. She pressed against her father's chest, "Bad daddy, what kind of father hugs his daughter's breasts?"

Xu Dacheng greedily kneaded Xu Ningjing's breasts from inside her bra, feeling the firmness of the girl's breasts. He knew that although it felt no different from the prostitutes he had visited before, the thought that she was his own daughter gave him a forbidden pleasure of adultery and a desire to resist, which made him feel the pleasure of incest.

"Silly girl, Daddy loves your little breasts." Xu Dacheng said, suddenly increasing the pressure and squeezing his daughter's breasts flat.

"Ah—bad—bad—" Xu Ningjing felt a slight pain, mixed with a strange pleasure. Before, when she was with Shi Jian, he would at most reach in and touch them a few times, but he had never dared to be so bold.

"Hehe—" Xu Dacheng laughed, leaning closer to his daughter's mouth, "Does it feel good?"

"No!" Xu Ningjing said, seemingly in a huff, but Xu Dacheng kissed her, and the father and daughter shared a passionate kiss. Xu Dacheng tentatively changed the shape of his daughter's breasts, but the slightly stiff bra hindered him, so he had to push Xu Ningjing away. Under his daughter's questioning gaze, he reached inside her back.

"Dad—" Xu Ningjing realized what her father was going to do, her shy eyes hiding infinite surprise.

Xu Dacheng fumbled for the bra straps tightly fastened to Xu Ningjing's back, unhooking the three buttons. His daughter's breasts, now free, stood erect, and Xu Dacheng happily cupped them in his hands.

"Bad Daddy, don't let them see!" Xu Ningjing's gaze suddenly fell on Lu Zirong. She watched in astonishment as Lu Zirong pulled Li Rouqian upside down, his large mouth groping between Li Rouqian's plump buttocks.

Xu Dacheng drew circles on Xu Ningjing's nipples, then saw his daughter look away. Following her gaze, the astonishing scene shocked him. This woman could be played like this? Li Rouqian was upside down, her large buttocks raised, and Lu Zirong was buried inside her. Good heavens! Before, he had only longed for his daughter's body, but today he truly experienced the ultimate indulgence between a man and a woman. One of his hands slid down Xu Ningjing's stomach.

"Dad—" Stunned by Lu Zirong's novel method, Xu Ningjing felt her father's large hand crawl between her legs, and she couldn't help but cry out.

"Jingjing, Dad wants to do that to you too." Xu Ningjing's skirt was very short, only covering her buttocks, which made it easy for Xu Dacheng to enter his daughter's private parts.

Xu Ningjing panted and reached out to grab Xu Dacheng's hand, "Not here." Her pleading tone made Xu Dacheng unable to be cruel, yet unwilling to give up.

"I'll give you my daughter when we get home." Seeing her father's disappointed face, she couldn't bear to hurt his pride, so she kissed him hard, making Xu Dacheng's heart itch unbearably. He hardened his heart and pulled down his daughter's panties in one go.

"Bad!" Xu Ningjing didn't expect her father to be so aggressive. Once he pulled them off, she was helpless. She cursed and let her father force himself on her.

"Jing'er, give them to Dad." Xu Ningjing's hairy, warm and soft place was already overflowing with moisture, and Xu Dacheng was delighted to successfully enter her.

"No, no more," Xu Ningjing whined, letting out soft moans and whimpers, which sounded to Xu Dacheng like an invitation to a spring outing. He didn't care about anything else, using the remaining momentum to free his penis and secretly offer it to her. Xu Ningjing initially thought it was her father's large hand touching her, but when it got close, he suddenly exerted force, feeling as if an iron rod had pierced all the way in.

"Ah—" Before she could even cry out, she felt a pleasure unlike the first time surge up, and what she tried to express turned into an uncontrollable moan.

Just as chaos erupted in the room, a sweet female voice sounded on the screen, "Dear lovers, it's midnight. According to the rules of the Golden Marriage, it's time for the optional program."

Qiang felt the woman beneath him swallow his penis again. He lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, and the woman lifted his testicles and took them into her mouth. He comfortably enjoyed the women's ministrations, glancing around the hall. Couples were all displaying their own desires. Black Bull, still lingering, embraced his woman, his erection diagonally between her legs. Lu Zirong slid off his mother's hips, while Li Rouqian, her back to the light, concealed herself. Xu Dacheng held his daughter, Xu Ningjing, nestled in his arms, her disheveled hair spilling onto him. Their legs were pressed together, clearly in the throes of passion.

He watched Xu Dacheng and his daughter with interest. Xu Ningjing, with the shyness of a young girl, suppressed her desire, but Xu Dacheng skillfully lifted her legs and thrust into her from behind. Lu Zirong stared with gleaming eyes, waiting for his mother's position. Just as Li Rouqian got up, he pulled her close. "Rong'er—" Li Rouqian knew her son wanted that position again. Her raised buttocks and kneeling there would undoubtedly expose their lewd union to everyone. But Lu Zirong wouldn't let her off the hook. He touched between her legs, then lifted her up, half-kneeling behind her, and thrust inside.

This bizarre and lewd display could only be appreciated at this moment. He grabbed his mistress's hair, thrusting his penis into her throat. The mistress obediently swallowed it, while he pinched and rubbed his testicles with one hand.

Midnight, like a strong, rich wine, blends humanity into its essence, indulging desires unrestrained. Lu Zirong straddles Li Rouqian's buttocks, sliding from her anus to that mysterious place. Qiang Ge stands on the stage, venting his desires to the fullest. He knows that if it weren't for Qiang Ge tonight, he and his mother, Li Rouqian, might be on the run. The dreamlike camouflage lights illuminate Qiang Ge's tall figure as he skillfully manipulates the woman, his long penis arousing her desires, displaying them wantonly. He stares with ecstasy at Li Rouqian's chrysanthemum-like anus and her fully parted labia. Li Rouqian turns to look at him, and the mother and son gaze deeply into each other's eyes for a moment. Then, Lu Zirong lightly lifts her chin, caresses her full lips, and uses his penis to part her lower opening, slowly inserting it.

"Rong'er, I don't know if that Qiang Ge knows about our relationship," Li Rouqian says, a hint of worry lingering in her voice as he thrusts in and out.

“Silly Rou’er, your son has spent his whole life killing, smuggling, drug trafficking, and womanizing. In the end, he even slept with you and your sister.” He lay on Li Rouqian’s back. “Rou Rou, give me your breasts.” He reached under Li Rouqian’s body and lifted them up, kneading and fondling them. “Although we can’t be open about it, tonight your son can finally make love with you in public. Even if I die like this, I’ll be content.”

“Rou’er, your breasts are so soft.” He played with them with them obsessively, his penis thrusting violently into Li Rouqian’s vagina.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Li Rouqian’s loving eyes moved Lu Zirong. He knew that among all the women he had slept with, only his mother and sister were truly sincere.

“I’m not lying. If it weren’t for Brother Qiang tonight, we would be on the run.”

“Mother knows.”

“And how much do you know—” Lu Zirong saw his mother’s expectant gaze, and he leaned in to meet her. The moment their lips met, “Brother Qiang has a twin sister named Yingzi. They often meet here in secret.”

Li Rouqian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“They lost their parents when they were young, and they relied on each other, which led to a genuine affection—”

“And what about them now?” Li Rouqian pressed for details, trying to ease her psychological pressure.

“Yingzi and he are both married, but they meet up every now

and then.” “And what about them now—”

“Silly Rou’er, Brother Qiang has never been able to break up with her,” he looked at his mother, seemingly a little relieved, “Rou’er, are you still afraid of being seen?” Lu Zirong said as he kissed her.

Li Rouqian snapped out of her reverie and excitedly grabbed Lu Zirong's testicles from beneath their prone bodies. "Mother, I'm not afraid anymore. Mother is yours every night."

"Then your son will be the groom every night."

"You're bad!" Li Rouqian glared angrily with her almond-shaped eyes. A groom every night? What about her, the mother?

Lu Zirong immediately changed his tune, "Your son is your groom every night."

"Then—then—Yanzi—" Li Rouqian still couldn't forget her daughter, Lu Ziyan.

Hearing his mother's question, Lu Zirong excitedly grabbed Li Rouqian's plump buttocks. "You slut, at worst, your son will be your and your daughter's groom."

Li Rouqian breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Recalling the scene she witnessed of Minister Zuo and his daughter Zuo Shanshan's incestuous relationship in the New World, she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. Hearing Lu Zirong's words, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart, and then she gripped Lu Zirong's testicles tightly. "Rong'er, Mother only wants you to be sincere towards us two."

As she finished speaking, Lu Zirong's phone rang beside him. He hesitated to take it, fearing it might delay things, so he used one hand to press "unread message." He saw it was from Zuo Shanshan: "Zirong, Dad has taken care of that matter, please don't worry." She knew what that matter referred to, and happily handed it to Lu Zirong.

Looking down at the information in his mother's hand, Lu Zirong suddenly became excited and thrust into her, catching Li Rouqian off guard. She bent her arm and braced her elbows on the ground. Lu Zirong pulled out of his mother's vagina and looked at her blooming chrysanthemum. The center was a deep red spot that spread outwards from the center, pink and tender, with a bright and rosy color, like a fine work of art. With Li Rouqian's breathing, her chrysanthemum opening and closing, as if it had a life of its own. He had only ever followed his mother's righteous path before and had never visited this brightly colored place. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose in him. He wiped his vaginal opening with his penis, which was covered in semen, and thrust it into Li Rouqian's chrysanthemum.

The pain of the intrusion was excruciating, like an explosion. Tears streamed down Li Rouqian's face. She wanted to stop him, but then she saw her son's enthusiasm and couldn't bear to disappoint him. Coupled with his earlier promise, she vaguely sensed that Lu Zirong might be sharing their first time. A bittersweet feeling welled up inside her. "Rong'er, you're my virgin too," she thought, forced to endure it, her buttocks raised to receive the sensation.

Lu Zirong had initially feared his mother's rejection, but to his surprise, she only trembled slightly before letting out a muffled groan and remaining still, letting him thrash inside her. With half his penis inside, Lu Zirong felt a tight, burning sensation, which intensified his desire. With a thrust of his hips, it plunged in completely with a soft "plop.

" "Rou'er, say something lewd," Lu Zirong said, feeling incredibly comfortable from the tightness of Li Rouqian's anus. The beautiful, tight opening felt like it was gripping his penis. He couldn't help but ask his mother for something.

Li Rouqian whimpered, knowing her son was nearing his climax. He loved listening to her erotic poems and songs, so she recited plaintively, "Her delicate face slowly sways, her skirt hem lifts, her erotic melody stirs, and the jade flowers bloom. In the evening, on the high pavilion, mother and son are united in marriage; the last flowers are not yet faded, only adding to the resentment. At midnight, the lantern's gauze light still sings 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard.'" 02-04 My Daughter's Charm

(Part 1)

My daughter is now sixteen.

In the past five years, she has given me so much. She has given me everything a woman should have, without reservation. It can be said that her entire middle school years were a process of transformation for a woman. She not only gave me, her father, deep love, but also love even more than a wife. Even when she should have been a boarding student, her mother went to the school and pleaded with the teachers so that I could live a normal life as a man, ultimately allowing her daughter to commute.

To be selfish, all of this was so that I could be with my daughter at night and enjoy what my wife could not give me.

I remained silent throughout all my wife's efforts. Sometimes, seeing her make several trips to the school, I felt guilty and tried to persuade her to let it go. She would give me an apologetic look and insist on coming back to sleep; it wasn't far. She added that the teachers were really something, insisting all students live on campus, and that she would try again. Having had that relationship with my daughter, I was also preoccupied with it. Seeing my wife's persistent attitude, I couldn't bear to go against her wishes.

A few days later, my wife finally smiled and said, "It's settled, it's settled." She wiped her face with satisfaction; the teacher had agreed.

I don't know what she said to the teacher, nor do I want to know, but I deeply understood my wife's feelings.

My daughter, who had been away for a few days, returned. Her classmates sent word that I should bring her bedding. When I rode my bicycle there, it was mealtime. The girls in the dormitory chattered incessantly as they looked at me. Within a few days, my daughter had become familiar with her classmates. "

Is that your father?" A few older girls huddled together, asking my daughter questions. She glanced at me and nodded. At that moment, I felt like a thief whose thoughts had been exposed. While moving the bike, I bumped into the handlebars, and a few girls giggled quietly. Their laughter sounded innocent, but to my ears it was torture. If it weren't for my selfishness and lewdness, my daughter should really be in this environment, but I still can't let her go. My

wife was waiting for me in the yard. As she helped me with the bike, she casually asked, "Is our daughter coming back to stay?"

I'd forgotten; I'd rushed through it and hadn't asked her that question. I hesitated, holding the blanket, looking at my wife. "Put it on the bed," she said. I knew the bed she was referring to was the only large bed in our house. "Or maybe put it on the small kang (heated brick bed)?" I said, "Just in case our daughter doesn't want to." "Put it on the bed

," my wife said, "we have a table in the room; she can do her homework there at night." Her reasoning was reasonable, giving me some face. Seeing my daughter's blanket nestled close to our large quilt, I felt a mix of emotions. Was this the beginning of her sleeping with us? Could I, as her father, really sleep with my own daughter?

That afternoon, I went for a walk in the fields. To be honest, even at this point, my feelings were uncertain. On one hand, ethics and morality bound me, knowing it was shameful; on the other hand, I felt a surge of anticipation and deep longing. The thrill of breaking free from constraints and taboos with my daughter kept surging through my veins. No wonder people talked about it so much.

After walking around the fields a few times, it got dark. The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and I instinctively pulled my coat tighter. As I approached the village, I heard a few barks from a dog. Instinctively, I knew what was going on. Those childhood pranks resurfaced, and I quickened my pace out of curiosity.

Before me stood two dogs, one large and one small. I recognized the smaller yellow dog as belonging to the neighbor, while the one being ridden belonged to my daughter's uncle. You could say every dog in the village was a descendant of this larger dog; it was practically a grandmother in the village. Yet, the one riding it today was its own offspring, born last year. I'd never really thought much of it before, but today, for some reason, I noticed this detail—perhaps to find a suitable excuse for my actions.

But they were, after all, animals. Animals can commit adultery, mother and son, father and daughter, but what about me? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh. Had my daughter returned?

The thought of my daughter and the three of us sharing a bed tonight unexpectedly gave me an erection again.

I picked up a stone beside me, aimed, and threw it at them. I didn't really intend to hit them; I just wanted to see their next move. The smaller yellow dog, trying to dodge, slipped its front paws, its body, which had been facing the same direction as my mother, now turned away.

I mischievously stomped my foot again, and the mother dog lunged forward, pulling the little yellow dog backward, but they remained in their mating position.

The mother dog whimpered, turning back to look in my direction, her eyes full of pleading and resentment. It was that look that made me unable to continue; I let them continue their lovemaking undisturbed. I turned and walked towards the village.

What would happen if my daughter and I were exposed? I dared not think about it, but the dog's position lingered in my mind. I had done it with my daughter many times, but to avoid her mother finding out, it was always the traditional way; I had never dared to try anything fancy. Perhaps tonight I could let my daughter lie down, from behind… then her mother would see everything clearly.

When I got home, it was already dusk. My wife was leaning against the pigpen wall, calling for food. Seeing me return, she smiled sweetly at me. "Where have you been?" "

Just went for a walk outside. "

"Aren't you feeling alright?"

"No!"

Hehe, my daughter's back. She said she has homework to do and is studying. Why don't you go check on her? After saying that, she went back to rummaging in the pig trough.

The light in the main room was dim, and the table was already full of food waiting for me to come back. In the countryside, there's a custom that the male head of the household won't eat until he gets home.

I turned to look at my daughter at the table. She was sitting there, pen in hand, lost in thought, her cheek resting on her hand. It was a sight that stirred my heart. I remembered a line from a poem: "Her spirit is focused, her fragrant cheeks overflowing with spring sorrow." I wondered if my daughter was experiencing the stirrings of first love

. This scene hadn't been seen since middle school, with the girl I had a crush on. Unexpectedly, it was playing out again at home more than a decade later. "You're back, honey," I asked, my heart heavy with mixed feelings. "

Yes," she replied, turning to smile at me.

I glanced at the door, wanting to embrace her, but afraid she might misunderstand me. After all, she was my own daughter. What would she think of me if I rushed into anything with her? Besides, her mother would feel awkward, even though she had always encouraged our relationship. She was, after all, my wife. Thinking this, I suppressed my impulsive desire. "

Are you hungry?" "

If you're hungry, let's eat first." My wife entered from outside, and I quickly pulled myself back to reality.

My wife served the rice and turned to call our daughter, "Tingting, eat dinner before you study."

Seeing that our daughter seemed listless, she walked to the table, glancing at me once more.

"Just sit with Daddy," my daughter said, sitting down hesitantly. Perhaps she knew why her mother wanted her to come back and stay, and felt uneasy.

"It doesn't matter where she sits," I said, picking up my bowl and taking a bite of rice.

"Let her sit there. Daughters are all their fathers,"

my wife teased, trying to ease the tension. At that moment, as a father, I was in a state of turmoil. On one side was my own daughter, on the other my wife. Was I really going to have to sleep with my daughter tonight? My wife's actions made me feel like a pimp, which made me uncomfortable.

My wife kept encouraging our daughter to put food in my bowl, so I stopped resisting and even occasionally put some food in her bowl too.

After dinner, my daughter sat at the table doing her homework as usual, while my wife chuckled as she washed the dishes and tidied the house

. She gave me a wink as she left, and I smiled without saying anything. The yard was quiet; the chickens cackled in the coop, and I could even hear the mother hen flapping her wings to protect her chicks. Occasionally, sparrows chirped and flitted in and out of the eaves—all signs of a warm home.

Looking up at my daughter's room, I saw her quiet and beautiful figure under the dim light. I wondered what kind of earth-shattering things would happen between us tonight. Would this innocent daughter be pinned down and doing something wicked?

A gust of wind blew through a corner of the broken wall, bringing a sliver of clarity to my restless heart. Just then, my daughter looked up, turning the pages of her book, her beautiful face beaming with an innocent smile, making my heart teeter on the edge of morality.

"What are you doing standing there?" My wife appeared behind me, seemingly out of nowhere. "Come in." My struggle suddenly dissolved in my wife's smile.

"Aren't you finished yet?"

"Not yet." My daughter didn't even look up, diligently scribbling in her book.

"Here, have something to eat." My wife magically produced a cut watermelon from behind her and handed it to me.

"I don't want any." At this moment, I really wasn't in the mood.

"Have some." My wife pleaded again, handing it to me, but I didn't take it.

"Tingting, take this to Daddy." Tingting obediently put down her pen, picked up the watermelon, and walked to me.

I awkwardly leaned back, "You eat it." Seeing me like this, my wife encouraged our daughter to lean forward and pushed her towards me.

Tingting couldn't stand up and fell into my arms.

"Look how much our daughter loves you. Go, put it in Daddy's mouth." By this time, my daughter was already between my legs.

But because I was sitting on the bed, my daughter was too short to reach my mouth. My wife said, "Silly girl, why don't you climb onto Daddy's lap?" Hearing this, I was stimulated and immediately stood up.

My daughter hesitated, wanting to step up but too embarrassed. Just then, my wife came over and helped her.

My wife whispered in our daughter's ear, "Feed Daddy, with your mouth."

Tingting actually flinched and shyly lowered her head. Unexpectedly, my wife had tricked her.

"What are you afraid of? We're not strangers." She then gave me a wink and grabbed my hand, "Come on, hug your daughter." So I put my arms around her waist and sat her on my lap.

"Daddy raised you with a lot of effort, come and feed Daddy."

My daughter didn't say anything more this time, offering me her little mouth full of watermelon. I involuntarily reached out and took it, my heart still pounding, yet a tingling sensation rose within me—it felt so much like the games the bride and groom played in their wedding night.

"You two eat, I'll cut some more for you." My wife lowered her head and walked away. I was truly grateful to her; she always left at the right time to avoid making me feel awkward.

Seeing my daughter's lips offered again, I could no longer hide my desire. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and she giggled, trying to avoid me, but I forcefully pulled her close again, taking her lips to mine without even chewing, and thrusting them directly into her mouth.

"Dad..." my daughter cried out softly, her eyes filled with shyness.

I kissed her passionately, my breath quickening, my hands sliding down her waist.

"Dad..." she twisted her waist as if trying to break free, but I loosened her belt. "Tingting, give it to Daddy."

My daughter didn't speak, and I took the opportunity to grab her underwear.

"Let Daddy touch it." I chewed a bite of watermelon, swallowed, and grinned as I looked at my daughter's face close to mine, my hand slowly sliding inside. "Do you like Daddy?" My daughter pouted, her dark eyes staring intently at me.

"Do you like it or not?" I touched her soft, fuzzy hair, deliberately playing with it there.

Tingting hugged my neck, shifting her body forward as she straddled my lap, her little mouth pouting as she offered it to me.

"I like it…!" The emphasis in her voice told me my daughter truly loved me.

"Bad daddy! You even come to my school!" I thrust in, feeling her soft, long labia and large vulva.

We kissed passionately, her breath coming in gasps as I kissed her wildly. My hands moved from her slightly parted anus, feeling the flesh and fullness, the shallow bed of her vulva damp. I touched her nipples back and forth. Her legs gradually came alive, her thighs visibly tensing, occasionally clenching, making indistinct sounds. I knew a woman at this point couldn't resist.

Suddenly, my lips broke free from her grasp. Tingting seemed unaccustomed to this; her open mouth, now without support, could only tilt her head back, gasping for breath. My mind was already yearning to explore deeper. My daughter's secret, though no longer a secret to me, still drove me wild with desire. Instinctively, I tore open her breasts, revealing a pair of dazzling, snow-white nipples. I instinctively took them into my mouth, sucking and biting relentlessly.

"Daddy..." My daughter completely broke down. Her hair was disheveled, her hands reaching for my head, but instead clinging tightly to my neck. With my

own daughter's nipple in my mouth, I couldn't suppress my wildness. The licking and sucking turned into biting, my teeth clenching tightly at her bright red nipples, my hands roughly digging into her opening.

"Ah... Daddy, it hurts!" My daughter bit her lip and cupped my face.

I released her, but my daughter silenced me with a kiss. She explored my lips, while I explored her lower body.

For a moment, father and daughter forgot time and space, forgot their identities, forgot their individual existence.

As I groped my way to take off my daughter's underwear, and then used my own, the image of dogs mating that night suddenly flashed into my mind.

I rolled over and pinned my daughter down on my lap, making her kneel and crawl like a dog. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like then. Good heavens! Her snow-white, round buttocks were clamped between her full, fleshy vulva, extending from her anus to below her navel, a few pubic hairs adding to the lewdness.

I felt the blood rush to my head, my Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. My hand unconsciously slipped under my daughter's navel, groping for the hidden other end. I quickly stood up, and just as I straddled my daughter's plump buttocks, about to penetrate her in the dog position,

a loud "thump" made my head spin. My daughter and I were both startled, quickly changing positions.

"What happened? What happened?" My wife rushed in from outside. With a "meow," a tabby cat jumped off the bed from the windowsill and quickly ran away.

Embarrassment and shame made my daughter and I unable to lift our heads. Our naked bodies bore the marks of our love. My wife desperately tried to salvage the moment, but time had passed. She angrily cursed, "You damn cat, you good-for-nothing!" and grabbed a broom, chasing after me.

I watched my daughter get dressed with lingering affection, my mind constantly flashing back to her kneeling, prostrate form.

(II)

That night, despite my wife's repeated urging, seeing my daughter studying, I still retained a sliver of fatherly conscience. She was in her first year of high school, and her studies were becoming increasingly demanding. My indulgence in lust had already taken up too much of her time. Should I let my debauchery ruin her studies?

Psychologically, as a man, I truly hoped my young daughter would become my sexual partner like her mother, but I also truly hoped she would have a bright future. Looking at the blankets my wife had already spread out, I suppressed my momentary lust.

The next day, before dawn, my daughter went to school.

My wife whispered in my ear, "You're so good at holding back."

Seeing her deliberately ingratiating expression, I didn't say anything.

"You don't want to? Hehe."

The way my wife lay down, her cleavage was obvious, and I couldn't resist grabbing it.

"Isn't our daughter's better?"

I sighed. "You think I don't want to?"

"Then why don't you do it to her?"

"I don't want to ruin her." I increased the pressure.

My wife twisted her body from my ministrations. "You still have a conscience. But our daughter will eventually have a man. It's already like this, you shouldn't keep holding back."

"I know." Saying this, I cupped her sagging breasts in my hands.

"I'll give you oral sex." My wife slid down.

In the afternoon, as the sun dipped behind the west wall, the outline of her large, round, red breasts became visible. The chickens in the yard gathered in front of the shed, clucking.

I came back from playing cards at the neighbor's house and heard my daughter whispering to her mother.

Standing in the main room, I deliberately remained silent.

"Why does she have to live at school?" My wife was clearly unhappy.

"The teacher said all students have to live on campus, even day students, for closed training,"

my daughter said helplessly.

"What kind of training is so strict?"

"Military training, like soldiers, it'll only last two weeks." This time, my daughter's accent was a little playful, but it sounded even more endearing.

"Oh, so we can come back after military training?" My wife's tone seemed to hold a glimmer of hope.

"Yes. The teacher said we have to fill out a personal evaluation after military training." My daughter was quite serious; children naturally approach everything with curiosity and a responsible attitude.

"We should also talk to your dad," my wife said, knowing it would take a long time, and settling for second best.

My daughter didn't speak for a while, making me anxious. I didn't know what her attitude towards me was.

"Mom... look, Dad, he..." My daughter's voice became very soft, as if she couldn't hear me, and she started complaining to my wife.

"Come on, let Mom see," my wife coaxed.

A rustling sound.

"What a mess, did your dad do this?" my wife asked knowingly.

“He…” My daughter still couldn’t bring herself to say it, and for a moment I didn’t understand what the mother and daughter were talking about.

“Silly girl, that’s because Dad loves you!” After a long silence, my wife finally said. She even chuckled, and I knew that although it was related to me, it couldn’t be serious.

“Say goodbye to Dad later.” My wife’s tone softened noticeably.

“Okay.” My daughter didn’t object, and I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, my wife and daughter both held a very important place in my heart. I took a chance and turned to leave, so they wouldn’t find out I was eavesdropping.

“Dad, take our daughter to school later.” My wife said loudly from inside the house.

“Leaving already?” I knew my daughter had military training, but I still felt a little disappointed when my wife said it. “

She won’t be back for half a month. She said the school has military training. Ugh! Studying is studying, why do they have to do military training?”

My daughter had already started eating. When she saw me come in, she didn’t even look up, as if she was afraid to see me. I felt a bit distant from my daughter because of this awkward relationship.

“Haven’t you packed yet?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

"What's there to pack? I've already tidied up the blankets you brought back the day before yesterday, and just pack some food."

I didn't think of anything else, but because of that relationship, I always felt a little worried, so I still thought about my daughter for a while. "Give her more money; military training is different from anything else."

"I don't want it!" My daughter put down her bowl, glanced at me, and turned to go inside.

"Go and tidy up for our daughter." My wife pushed me into the inner room. As I awkwardly stepped inside, my wife suddenly pulled me back out. "Be gentle this time."

I was confused and looked at her questioningly. "Our daughter said something to you."

"What did she say?"

"Look at you, you really don't care about people," then she whispered in my ear, "Did you bite her nipple last night?" Hearing her words made me blush instantly, as if all my privacy had been exposed to the light of day.

"Okay, go in now. Remember to be gentle this time; it's a little red there."

I then remembered their conversation and awkwardly looked at my wife, who was smiling at me.

As she was closing the door, my wife turned back and told our daughter, "Talk to Daddy."

"Won't be back for two weeks?" The atmosphere in the closed room suddenly heated up.

"Yes." My daughter stood there stiffly, fixing her hair.

"Don't you miss home for so long?" Having those thoughts while with my daughter made me feel incredibly dirty.

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, my daughter said it decisively, looking up at me. That look emboldened me. I impulsively walked over and hugged her. "Do you miss Daddy too?"

"Yes." My daughter nestled in my arms, hugging me tightly. We hugged and kissed for a long time. Stroking her hair, I finally couldn't resist lowering my head, gently pushing her head aside. Her fresh scent made me a little dizzy. I kissed her little lips without hesitation.

"Daddy, Daddy..." my daughter whimpered, seeking a kiss on my lips. Our lips met, and the gentle kiss turned into a nibble.

Suddenly, I roughly tore open her bosom, revealing a pair of snow-white, firm breasts, the obvious teeth marks red and visible around the areolas.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." A blush rose on my daughter's cheeks, making her look even more beautiful.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Like a lover's confession, I gently stroked her breasts.

"I'm leaving. Mom said you have to take care of yourself." She didn't say who she would take care of, using my wife as a shield, which revealed my daughter's thoughts; she still cared about me.

"Daddy knows, silly girl," I pinched her nipple, pressed it against her forehead, kissed it, and said affectionately, "Don't worry, it's only for half a month, Daddy can endure it." Then I pinched her little nose and shook it.

Watching my daughter laugh happily, her face radiant with joy, I added at the opportune moment, "If you really can't resist, there's always your mom." My daughter suddenly stopped laughing, her little hands falling limply, looking displeased.

I hadn't expected my daughter to be jealous, especially of her mother. Knowing I'd said the wrong thing, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, understanding that my daughter cared for me. Without thinking, I said, "Don't be angry, Daddy was just kidding. If Daddy misses you, I'll come back to you." I pinched her nose and shook

it. My daughter chuckled.

I immediately pulled her tightly into my arms, kissing her breasts. My daughter breathed heavily with emotion, right there in that small room.

My daughter and I were having a brief farewell, without vows, without promises, only the intimacy and mutual dependence between father and daughter. Two firm breasts, changing shape in my hands, I teased my own daughter with all my might, rubbing my hard lower body against her plump vulva. Just as my daughter was becoming increasingly tense, my hand finally crossed the line, groping to undo her belt.

"Dad..." My daughter's breath brushed against my neck.

Unable to resist the teasing, her legs kept shifting, and I sucked on her nipple wantonly. Hearing my daughter's soft murmur, my whole body went limp, and my hand unconsciously slipped inside the edge of my daughter's panties. The soft, furry feeling made me linger again, and I grasped her wet, plump labia in my hand, soon wandering on my daughter's shallow vulva.

"Tingting, Tingting."

"Dad... Dad..."

We called out softly to each other, chasing after passion and desire, climbing wave after wave towards climax.

Just as I was about to pull down my daughter's underwear, she said sweetly, "Dad... I'm on my period."

"What?"

"I'm having my period." She said shyly, fidgeting.

It really wasn't the right time; that thing that had been hard for so long couldn't find a place to be intimate again.

"Tingting, really?" I asked again, unwilling to give up. But I got an even more affirmative answer from my daughter. I had no choice but to press against her through her underwear and push in.

"Knock knock."

"Aren't you finished yet?" My wife gently knocked on the door from the outside.

"It's almost seven o'clock." She had probably been waiting for a long time, and she and her daughter had gotten a little carried away, forgetting that the school rule was that students had to be at school by seven o'clock in the evening.

Reluctantly making the final movements, my wife pushed open the door.

"Hehe," seeing our scene, my wife couldn't help but feel embarrassed, "You look just like a couple." My wife teased, and my daughter quickly separated, shyly hiding to one side, her breasts exposed, her pants down to her ankles, her underwear pulled down below her buttocks, her disheveled hair covering half of her face, she hurriedly covered herself.

Seeing my wife come in, I felt ashamed for a moment. I awkwardly pressed down the tent that had been erected. Anyone would feel embarrassed in this situation with my daughter. Fortunately, my wife had been enthusiastically trying to reconcile us the whole time.

She glanced at my crotch and almost covered her mouth with a laugh.

Turning to the two embarrassed people, she said, "Let Dad take you."

(III)

The early summer weather was already filled with fireflies in the air, and the wind carried a sweet scent. I could faintly hear the croaking of frogs in the distance. I wasn't riding fast. The trees on both sides were visibly receding behind me. After riding for a while, I started going uphill. Although I was a little out of breath, I rode with extra energy because of hope and love in my heart. My daughter was sitting behind me. At first, she didn't say anything, but when she saw that I was having some trouble, she said, "Dad, take a break." She lovingly put her hand on my face and wiped the sweat from my brow.

This made me distracted, so I held the handlebars with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other. We were both silent for a moment, just holding hands silently.

The road narrowed, and my attention became increasingly scattered. The uneven surface increased the difficulty of riding, forcing me to let go of her hands and grip the handlebars. My only thought was that I couldn't embarrass myself in front of my daughter.

But then, perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps on a whim, she wrapped her arms around my waist, making me very nervous and sweating without my noticing.

"Tingting, take your hands off," I said gently, trying to coax her.

"No!" she insisted resolutely. It was completely dark by then, and I could only vaguely see the other side. Her intimate posture made me eager to try something, but the thought of her not being "clean" today felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over me.

"Be good!" Not wanting my desire to rise without a solution, I coaxed her, and the bike quickly reached the highway. Her little hands remained firmly on my hip. If it weren't for this situation, I looked at the endless green wheat fields on both sides of the road, waist-high, a truly nice place. Should I get off and ride with her in the wheat field?

I looked around. Although it was dinnertime, there were still a few people walking on the road, which temporarily calmed my anxious heart. But then, my daughter's little hand slid down, hesitated for a moment, and landed on my erection.

Oh no! I tried to stop her, but she suddenly grabbed my manhood.

"Ting," before I could even finish the word, the bike lurched violently. I couldn't hold on, and the bike veered off course, heading straight into the wheat field beside the road.

"Ouch—ouch—" I cried out repeatedly. In the instant the bike tipped, I turned and hugged my daughter.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Still shaken, I held my daughter on the edge of the field. Her little face was pale with fright.

"No, no," she finally gasped for breath.

Watching the bike plunge into the wheat field, I suddenly smiled. My daughter immediately wrapped her arms around my waist, her heart just beginning to calm down.

"Don't be afraid, silly girl!" I held her tightly, and in the dark night, desire stirred within me.

"It's all your fault!" Instead of quickly fixing the car, he hugged his daughter tightly, savoring the warmth.

Father and daughter stood there in the boundless darkness, their concern and desire swelling.

"Tingting, did you miss Daddy?" I gently asked, rubbing her cheek.

Tingting looked up at me, "Half a month, Daddy... I'll miss you." She said, her face full of helplessness, gently nuzzling against me.

"Half a month, that's long enough." I hugged her tightly. "Daddy wants it like this every day."

"Mmm. Daddy..." She was shorter than me, and shifted her feet forward slightly.

I suddenly remembered the firmness of her breasts and naturally grabbed them, playing with them.

This time, Tingting wasn't shy anymore. She bravely raised her head and chased after my kisses. Father and daughter began our exploration in this boundless wheat field, fragrant with the scent of wheat. Her breasts, unlike those of a woman who had given birth, were firm and perky, and naturally felt more substantial than her mother's soft breasts. I was momentarily mesmerized, squeezing her breasts together and mischievously pressing her nipples. My daughter's mouth, like nectar waiting to be picked, frequently came up to me, sucking on my nipples.

"Don't tell your mother later," I said, looking into her eyes during a brief moment of separation, referring, of course, to the time I had bitten her nipple. Then came another round of deep kisses.

"Mmm, no!" my daughter said, swaying her body. Her hand, however, reached under my pants and touched my genitals.

"Ah..." I took a deep breath, comfortably letting her grasp it. My daughter's hand moved back and forth on my shaft, and I thrust excitedly towards her crotch, but I knew she was red—my daughter's flush.

“Tingting,” I couldn’t hold back any longer, but I was too embarrassed to say it to my daughter.

“Dad…” Her slender hand rubbed against the head of my penis, clumsily grasping the shaft.

“You’re on your period? Is that right?”

“Yes.” My daughter’s tone clearly showed she felt guilty.

“Daddy… sigh.” I swallowed hard. Of all times, of all times. My daughter’s little hand awkwardly fumbled for my zipper. I knew what she wanted to do. We’d come this far, and I wanted to take things further with her. I grabbed her little hand and cooperated with her. This time, my daughter was breathing heavily, and a hint of embarrassed laughter appeared in the darkness.

“Take it out, take it out for Daddy to do.” I encouraged her.

Her little hand finally found the zipper, unzipped it, lowered her head, and fumbled for my underwear again. After fiddling with it a few times, she finally slipped it inside.

“Hehe.” My daughter smiled softly, making me feel extremely aroused.

Hesitantly, I reached out and awkwardly grasped it. It was so cold; my daughter's little hands were so cold, yet there was a warm, soft sensation about them.

Curious, she took it out and fiddled with it between my legs.

Didn't she know about condoms?

I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, slipping it through her grasp, letting out a suppressed groan of pleasure, "Hiss..." My daughter immediately understood and pulled back my foreskin. After all, we'd already slept together; she knew how to please a man.

"Use more force!" I instructed her, unconsciously increasing the pressure on her breasts.

My daughter quickly manipulated my foreskin, a tingling, pleasurable sensation spreading throughout my body. I pulled her close, my hand squeezing her breasts sliding down rapidly.

"Dad... there's blood there." Cough! My little devil daughter! I stamped my foot in frustration. My mouth immediately covered hers; if down there wasn't enough, I'd have to make up for it from above. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, pulling it out to entwine. My hands roughly unbuttoned her clothes, reaching for her breasts.

"Good girl, Daddy really wants to fuck you." I squatted down, waist-high to her. The soil on the wheat field was soft, making it hard to keep my balance, so I shifted positions. My daughter followed, pulling my penis forward. I

pressed my head against her chest, swallowing her breasts.

Her little hands became more and more skilled. The squatting position increased the distance between us. Because of my greed, her breasts bounced around my lips like two little rabbits. I no longer cared about her feelings, sucking and pulling at her nipples. My daughter had to move her feet to keep up with my movements, her little hands gripping tightly, sometimes so tightly it hurt, then she would pull them all the way down. She really is my daughter, understanding her father's thoughts.

Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, a bright beam of light shone on us.

Subconsciously, I knew a car was coming. I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye, but the car was still far away.

When I turned back, I could see even more clearly my daughter's two bouncing breasts and her disheveled hair. I jumped up, grabbed my daughter's hair, and said, "Give Daddy a blowjob."

I pressed her head down into my crotch, and under the light, I thrust my erection towards her. She obediently grasped it with her hand and took it in. Looking at her bright red lips, I forcefully thrust all the way in.

"Buzz..." She clearly choked.

Just as she tried to catch her breath while I pulled out, I gave her another deep throat thrust. The light grew closer, and I pressed on the back of her head, moving rapidly. The pleasure tingled from her head to her heels. The light shone directly on her as it turned a corner, and the faint sound of a car engine grew closer. The pleasure surged to my head, and I let out a low growl, instantly ejaculating into her throat.

The instant I pulled out, I saw her slightly purplish face and a thin, sticky fluid dripping from her lips. Ah, how pleasurable and obscene this scene would be if it were from her genitals.

"Put it on quickly." I didn't even have time to admire my daughter's half-naked body; I could even see the cars on the street. I turned away frantically, tucking the clothes inside. Looking back at my daughter, she was fastening the buttons I'd ripped off; thankfully, her pants weren't down. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a shout startled me so much I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"What are you doing?" A beam of light shone directly at me. Several older people were standing on the roadside. Still

shaken, I suddenly had an excuse, "The car fell in! Help, let's lift it up!"

Immediately, I heard sympathetic voices, "How could you be so careless? Quickly, go help!" People hurriedly lifted the car. "Are you alright?" Concern arose.

"No, thankfully the ground down there is wet."

Just then, a car pulled up in the distance. The driver, seeing the disarray of people on the roadside, slowed down and leaned out to ask, "What happened?"

"Nothing, nothing," the older people called out.

"Have you been drinking? Is your daughter alright?"

"No," my daughter, who had been standing to the side, trembling with fear, whispered when she heard someone ask her.

"It's good you didn't hurt yourself. Let's get going, you'll be late for class."

"Yeah, right." I replied casually, feeling a pang of shame.

My lust had made my daughter late. But imagining what had just happened, a sweet, pleasant feeling welled up inside me. I had actually... actually done it with my daughter in the wheat field.

A rather large old man shone a flashlight directly into my daughter's face, saying enviously, "You're such a pretty girl."

"Study hard, see how much Daddy loves you."

My daughter, sitting in the car, hugged my waist again. My pent-up desire fueled my drive. As we approached the school, my daughter whispered, "Dad—take your time on the way back." She

really knew how to care for me, but this care wasn't the kind between father and daughter.

"I know, silly girl." I jumped off the car, and there was a large poplar tree at the school gate. It was just around the corner, and I could see groups of students moving around the campus.

"Tell the teacher you're not feeling well."

My daughter blushed. "I know." Then she looked at me tenderly, reluctant to leave.

"Go on, don't be late for the second class," I urged her. My tone was completely devoid of a father's.

My daughter turned and took a few steps forward, then suddenly ran back. "Daddy, I love you."

"Silly girl, Daddy loves you too." I opened my arms to welcome my daughter who rushed in. I gently stroked her hair.

"Ouch, that hurts!" My embrace made my daughter feel a little uncomfortable, and she looked at me nervously.

"Bad Daddy!" My daughter glanced at me shyly, then suddenly remembered her impulsiveness in the wheat field. "Did Daddy bite you?"

"I'm ignoring you." My daughter playfully broke free from me. A sweet feeling welled up inside me. Reflecting on my actions, I felt a little guilty, but the thought of my teeth marks on my daughter's nipple brought a sense of happiness.

"Tingting, you're back." Her best friend, Wenwen, ran over happily and took her hand.

I felt a pang of sadness, not having time to say goodbye to my daughter. Then I heard two clear female voices.

"Goodbye, Dad!"

"Goodbye, Uncle!"

Two soft voices rang in my ears, filling me with nostalgia.

(IV)

"Dad, is my sister's military training almost over?" My son, who was over a meter tall, looked very energetic. I hadn't paid much attention to him since my affair with my daughter.

"About four or five days left." I said uncertainly, but I actually remembered very clearly.

To hide my true feelings, I stroked his head and said affectionately. To be honest, I naturally liked my son more. In the countryside, traditional values are quite strong. He was the only son in the family, and we were counting on him to carry on the family line. Daughters, sooner or later, will belong to another family. This is the main reason why people desperately demand a dowry when their daughters marry—it's really to compensate for years of raising and caring for them. If it weren't for my wife's encouragement, that incident would have happened, and I don't know how my feelings for my daughter would have been.

"Mom, how have you been feeling these past few days?" He looked at me with a hint of dependence. For some reason, my son had become close to me, making me feel that he had grown up.

"I'm feeling better. Don't think too much, just focus on your studies." Looking at my son's innocent face, and remembering that I had already deflowered my daughter at this age, a pang of sadness and guilt welled up inside me.

My wife's health is deteriorating. Her frail body seems unable to withstand much hardship, and her sallow face always shows signs of illness and exhaustion. Perhaps this is a characteristic of women who have lost their uterus.

"Did you miss your sister?" I blurted out suddenly, startled, unsure if I was speaking to my son or to my own heart.

"Yes." My son's obedience made me feel a pang of sadness.

Eleven days have passed, and these nights have been spent in longing. Although my wife is very considerate, I feel emotionally empty and bored. Surprisingly, she never mentions our daughter in front of me, afraid of upsetting me. I know this woman has always been considerate of me.

Without our daughter, the house seems especially empty, and I feel particularly lonely. Despite my wife's thoughtfulness, I still feel a sense of unease.

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. My wife is wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) inside, and my son is helping his mother after school. My wife never asks me to do these things.

"Mom, isn't my sister coming home for the Dragon Boat Festival?" My son asked, holding zongzi leaves as he watched my wife scoop rice into another bundle.

"What? You miss your sister too?" My wife smiled and looked up, taking the bundle from my son and tying the two bundles together.

My son blinked his big eyes. "Mom, let me tie it for you." "Mom, let me do it.

If you mess it up, the rice will leak out."

My son squatted down, waiting for my wife to finish tying the bundle.

"If my sister doesn't come back, we won't be able to eat any zongzi." It seems my son still has feelings for his daughter; after all, siblings have a deep bond, and he's more emotionally connected to her than I am as her father. While I also miss my daughter, in a sense, it's just a torment of lust.

"Have your dad deliver them tomorrow," she said, glancing meaningfully at the door.

"It's been over ten days already."

The next day, before dawn, my wife was busy. Every household was displaying mugwort and willow leaves, and the village was filled with the sweet aroma of zongzi leaves. I rode my bicycle, carrying the bundles of zongzi my wife had prepared, full of hope, and headed to the school early.

Along the way, I imagined all sorts of occasions to meet my daughter, and my lower body trembled with excitement.

The school was located outside the town, quite large, its blue-brick and red-tiled buildings nestled among lush green trees, giving a sense of peace. But at that moment, I couldn't find peace.

The old gatekeeper asked a few questions, then pointed to the student dormitory behind the gate and said, "Their class might be having morning exercises."

I responded and went to the girls' dormitory, locked my bike, and followed the gatekeeper's directions to the playground. The playground was unlike anything I'd ever seen before; it was rectangular, and the ground seemed to be covered with a dark

, unsightly layer. I learned from the gatekeeper that the class had just started. Although I was eager to see my daughter, there was nothing I could do. I could only peer over the wall at the edge of the playground. I saw a long line of students stretching their arms and bending over, a teacher shouting something, and then they dispersed.

Searching around, I finally spotted my daughter.

Her loose-fitting clothes made her look very thin; the uniform clothing almost completely obscured her feminine features, but her short, beautiful hair still made me feel a sense of warmth.

"Twenty push-ups each," I heard the teacher's voice this time.

All the boys and girls then lay down on the ground.

I saw my daughter first kneel, then straighten her legs, struggling to do the exercises one by one. She wasn't doing them well; her chest always hit the ground first, followed by her upper body. Sure enough, the teacher walked up to her.

"Tingting, straighten your body, hey, like this." He quickly lay down and did a few reps, watching my daughter as he did so, then stood up and had her do it again.

My daughter did the first one okay, then reverted to her old posture. The teacher walked over and stepped on my daughter's shoulder.

"Okay, do it." Because of the pressure from before, her body was more aligned now.

"Like this, do it again." My daughter was struggling a bit.

"Take a break first."

The teacher reached out and helped her up, his hand seemingly brushing against her chest unintentionally. A wave of jealousy surged in my heart, and I unconsciously cursed, "You old pervert!"

"Didn't you go look for me?" Just as I was feeling uneasy, a hand landed on my shoulder, startling me. I turned around and saw the kind security guard smiling at me amicably.

"They'll be done with class soon, I'll call them for you."

Before I could even finish my thought, he was already out.

I watched him say a few words to the teacher, then point at me. The teacher glanced in my direction, then called to my daughter, "Your dad's here, go ahead."

My daughter ran over to me amidst the stares of her classmates.

"You're here, Dad." Her face was a little tanned, and she seemed a bit shy when she saw me.

"Your mom asked me to bring you some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings)." I didn't know what to say; after a few days, it felt like we were strangers.

"Oh, you go ahead. I need the key." My daughter skipped back after we met. Maybe she didn't want to walk with me, maybe there was some distance between us. Sigh, my daughter has changed. I thought.

Standing at the entrance to the girls' dormitory, I looked inside. A row of shared beds, the blankets neatly folded. Though simple, they looked pleasing to the eye. I wondered where my daughter slept.

"Dad, have you eaten?" my daughter asked as she opened the door.

"Oh, I've eaten. I didn't bring you much, just a few eggs." I followed her into the house.

The air inside was a little stuffy, but also had a pleasant fragrance; girls always apply various kinds of face cream in their rooms.

"Sit down, Dad." My daughter seemed a little shy being alone with me.

"Is this your bed?" I asked, glancing sideways at the familiar bedding as I took out some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). It was under this very blanket that my daughter and I had spent countless blissful nights.

"Yes," my daughter said, her face flushing instantly. She seemed to have thought of those things too.

"Have an egg first." I tapped it on the edge of the bed, cleaned it, and handed it to her.

My daughter didn't dare look at me, took it, and broke it in half. "You eat this half."

I pushed it away. "I ate it at home. You should eat it. You've been a bit tired from military training these past few days; you need to nourish yourself."

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either." This time, my daughter stared at me boldly, her eyes watery.

I couldn't control myself for a moment; women really are irresistible.

"Okay." Knowing I couldn't refuse her, I grabbed her hand, intending to take it, but then my daughter directly offered it to my lips, and I instinctively opened my mouth.

While chewing, I reached for another egg. "Eat this egg too."

For some reason, Tingting's ears turned bright red.

"Bad dad, you're saying such filthy things."

I suddenly realized how awful I was to say such things to my daughter! But then I thought, it really wasn't a big deal. If it weren't for this ambiguous relationship between us, what father and daughter would think of such things? But even so, I still had to apologize to my daughter.

"I'm sorry! Dad didn't mean it that way."

My daughter hesitated for a moment, glancing at me sideways.

I suddenly understood what my daughter was thinking, and for a moment, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

My daughter and I chewed softly, without saying a word. Watching my daughter swallow, I eagerly handed it to her, and when she opened her mouth, I let her take it without hesitation. My daughter took the egg out with her hand, saying, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" and gave me a flirtatious wink.

"Dad, the teacher said that parents are required to sign something after this military training. Luckily you came."

"Sign? What do you need to sign?"

"This form." My daughter pulled it out from under her bunk.

"Oh." I glanced at it, then remembered that I hadn't brought anything with me, so I asked my daughter.

"Give me your pen."

My daughter lowered her head and didn't speak.

"Silly girl, didn't you bring it? Let Daddy use your pen." I gestured for my daughter to get it, but she remained seated.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her questioningly, only to find that she seemed a little moved, as if something had touched a chord in my heart. I looked at her nervously.

"Dad..." She suddenly leaned shyly into my arms.

"Daughter, here you go!"

"Give me what?" In a daze, it suddenly dawned on me. After not seeing her for a few days, my daughter had developed feelings for me. The scene I had hoped for made me hug my daughter, but this was in her dormitory. Could I do that?

"Good girl, Daddy knows you love me, but they..."

"I have one more class, I asked for leave." My daughter said softly, her voice barely audible.

I was afraid, yet also hopeful. In this quiet dormitory, I was torn between my inner turmoil. If we were discovered, if I did that dirty thing with my daughter, wouldn't that ruin her life?

To ease the tension and calm myself down, I gently said to her, "Give me the pen first, Daddy will sign it for you."

"Okay. It's in my pocket, take it yourself," my daughter said sweetly, snuggling into my arms.

I carefully took out the pen, still warm from her body heat, and signed my name on it.

"All done." I smiled at my daughter and hugged her.

We hugged silently, father and daughter nestled together on the edge of the bed, enjoying each other's tenderness.

After a while, my daughter stirred and whispered, "Daddy, eat that egg too." She raised her head slightly, looking at me. Touching her lips, I broke off half and offered it to her. My daughter giggled and took it in her mouth

, then suddenly broke free from my embrace and straddled my lap.

"Here's half for you."

Just when I wasn't looking, she brought her mouth to me.

I couldn't pretend not to understand anymore; my daughter was directly trying to put the other half in my mouth.

I felt incredibly sweet, and flattered, I took it in my mouth, suddenly pulling her head into my arms and kissing her passionately.

"Dad..." I mumbled half a word before stopping myself.

Our lips searched for the perfect position, from the closest touch to an intertwined kiss, then a deep penetration, from soft murmurs to whimpering calls of each other's names.

We pulled away, gazing intently into each other's eyes, then shared another deep kiss.

"Give me that egg," my daughter teased, looking at me.

"Good girl," I murmured dreamily, understanding her unspoken meaning. I imagined the wanton scene of her taking it in her mouth, eagerly anticipating her actions.

"Dad..." she whispered near my lips.

"Then give me the pen first," I said, starting to move it.

"Didn't you finish?" she chuckled.

"Silly girl, will your pen ever run out? Just like Daddy's eggs, you'll never finish them all."

My daughter nestled shyly into my arms, her little fists raining down on me. "Bad Daddy."

Looking at my own daughter, I quietly reached out and touched her between her thighs, feeling that high spot. "Is Daddy bad?" My

daughter nestled in my arms, her legs twitching slightly. "Bad." Her body naturally twisted.

"Bad, and you still love me?" The little slit was noticeably concave, my fingertips gently pressing, trying to pry it in.

"The worse you are, the more I love you." My daughter said, her eyes lowered, her long eyebrows fluttering.

"Then Daddy will always be bad to you from now on." I leaned down, unbuttoning my daughter's clothes with one hand, and taking her nipple into my mouth, while my other hand, which was between her legs, sawed back and forth across her. My daughter's little hands rested on my neck, clinging to me, responding passionately, and gradually we both became a little breathless.

Knowing full well the answer, I asked, "Is that still there?"

My daughter couldn't speak, but she still answered, "What?"

"Your period." I asked in a sticky tone.

"It's over." Her breathing became heavier.

"Mom said a woman's period only lasts a few days, and you just got yours that day."

"Then Daddy can fuck you today." I said, my desire intense.

My daughter was probably shy and not used to the word, so she just kissed me.

My hands became rougher and rougher, touching turned into tearing, and my daughter gradually started to writhe. My mouth arched from my daughter's snow-white breasts, slowly climbing towards her nipples, which were pointed, firm, and elastic. Finally, I took the nipple into my mouth and, mimicking a baby's movements, made the nipple move in my mouth.

My daughter's private parts tempted me, her moans stimulated me, and I no longer cared whether I was in my daughter's dormitory. My hands became even more restless, because in this secret world, I could ignore the existence of others, disregard their opinions, and crawl all over my own daughter as I pleased.

With practiced ease, I unbuckled the woman's belt. Her youthful flesh was firm and supple, radiating vitality and allure under my touch. A sparse, messy pubic hair covered her mons pubis, full and bony. My fingers gently crawled over it, suddenly feeling the precipice and the crevice, moist and juicy, with a faint murmur of flowing water.

"Dad..." My daughter's soft cry and the way she curled her legs up instantly aroused my desire to crawl.

I stroked her nipples, then slipped my hand inside.

"Tingting, did you miss me? Did you miss Daddy?" I wanted to confirm my daughter's feelings.

"Yes." She groaned, squeezing her legs together.

"What did you miss?" I played with her contours, rubbing her long, fleshy tongue. "I...

I dream."

"I dream of Daddy..."

"Hmm, and when I wake up, I use my hand... ooh..." Direct stimulation of her clitoris brought a sob to my daughter's lips.

"You mean you use your hand..."

"Ah! Daddy." Hearing my daughter think about me masturbating at night, I suddenly pinched her clitoris.

"Ring...ring..." The school bell rang suddenly, and my tense heart snapped back to normal. Ridiculous! I had actually been playing with my own daughter in her dorm room. A wave of shock mixed with a sweet feeling spread through my heart.

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