[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter

8, Section 1:

The South Suburb Storage and Transportation Project has already started construction. The construction site is filled with the sounds of motors and people. Looking at the newly completed office building, Lu Zirong is full of confidence in the prosperity of the Lu family. He used to worry about the lack of successors in the Lu family, but since reconciling with his sister Lu Ziyue, he has started to see Lu Ziyue in a different light.

She is decisive and efficient, thorough and trustworthy, and is indeed a great general in the Lu family. He is glad he made the right choice and is secretly pleased with his sister's affection for him.

"Sister, when will the warehouse be completed?" He dialed Lu Ziyue's number.

"It's all steel frame structure, very soon." Lu Ziyue spoke crisply and efficiently.

"The sooner the better, I have a shipment about to arrive." Lu Zirong was anxious, as everything was ready on Agong's side.

"How about 5 days?" Lu Ziyue thought for a moment, "I can hand over the work in 5 days."

"Okay." Lu Zirong didn't expect it to be so fast. He originally planned to ship the goods in 10 days, but it seems that transportation can be arranged now. He watched with excitement as this barren land transformed into his treasure trove, his heart brimming with joy. "Sister, I'll treat you well tonight,"

Lu Ziyue hesitated. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" That night, the three of them spent a wonderful evening together, and Lu Ziyue discreetly avoided the conversation, fearing it would incur her mother's jealousy.

"There's a gathering at Jin Yu Liang Yuan tonight; let's all attend," Lu Zirong said decisively, hanging up the phone.

That day, he secretly returned to Qing Tong for this piece of land, settling all his worries. Afterward, he held a grand banquet in Beijing for political and business figures. Zuo Shanshan's presence represented the Zuo family's power and prestige, making the banquet exceptionally lively. Seeing the envious and respectful looks in people's eyes, he knew the Lu family's business in Beijing was firmly established.

Black Bull called last night, saying that Mr. Mo Ha had gone to Qing Tong and would arrive tonight. Lu Zirong then booked Jin Yu Liang Yuan, but he couldn't decide who to bring.

His mother might not be able to handle the situation, especially since she despised his illegal business dealings; Ziyan, he didn't want her involved in drugs; Zuo Shanshan, although they were husband and wife, came from a respectable family and possessed a certain aloofness and pride, making her completely incapable of handling matters of the heart. Even the various sexual positions Lu Zirong hadn't dared to try, he worried that if she found out about his secret business, she would leave him, so he had to be extra careful.

After much deliberation, he decided to bring his older sister, Ziyue.

In Qingtong, the nights were pitch black by 10 pm, with only a few entertainment venues open. Lu Zirong drove his BMW past the city government square, heading towards Century Avenue.

Sitting beside him, Lu Ziyue remained silent, unaware of Lu Zirong's purpose in bringing her out tonight.

Lu Zirong's eyes shone brightly. He was especially energetic and clear-headed at times like this. His reason for choosing Jin Yu Liang Yuan (a private club) was that it was secluded and strictly private, inaccessible to the average person without an introduction. Furthermore, members wouldn't pry into each other's lives, but there was one condition: each person had to bring a female companion.

The car stopped next to the seaside park and entered the underground aquarium. The walls and ceiling were filled with a dazzling array of colorful fish. Lu Zirong held his sister's hand, and the two walked in like a couple. After turning a corner, the number of visitors dwindled. Lu Zirong stopped at an inconspicuous doorway, looked around, and then quickly led Lu Ziyue inside. It was dark and difficult to see their surroundings. Lu Zirong, having somehow acquired a mask, handed one to Lu Ziyue. "Put this on."

Lu Ziyue looked at him questioningly, but seeing that Lu Zirong had already put it on, she couldn't help but ask, "What are we doing?"

Lu Zirong casually put his arm around her waist. "Good sister, I'm meeting an important guest tonight, but I must bring my female companion."

"Aren't you afraid of being seen?" Lu Ziyue was a little confused.

"Silly sister, everyone who comes here has to wear a mask. Besides, even if we're recognized, we're all the same." He said mysteriously to her, "There are no special requirements for the female companion, but one thing is certain: you must be open-minded."

"But we—" Although Lu Ziyue had that kind of relationship with her father, this was the first time she had heard of such a thing.

"All kinds of relationships are possible here." He glanced at Lu Ziyue and said softly, "Father and daughter, mother and son, as long as everyone approves of each other." As he said this, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the corridor ahead. He stared at it for a while, noticing that the figure and walking posture were exactly the same.

A question immediately flashed through his mind: Who was she with? In that fleeting moment, the man entered the lobby.

As Lu Zirong entered, a waiter greeted him politely, "Good morning, sir." Seeing the badge on Lu Zirong's collar, the waiter smiled and nodded.

Lu Ziyue quickly followed, and the two entered a magnificent suite hand in hand.

"Mr. Lu, I've been waiting for you for a long time." A typical South Asian man stood up, his brown eyes, high brow bones, and well-defined lips giving him a striking appearance.

"Hello!" Lu Zirong extended his hand, smiling, "Excuse me, Mr. Moha."

"I know about your country's situation and don't mind. Could you introduce this lady?" Mr. Moha's deep eyes were fixed on Lu Ziyue.

"Oh, this is my girlfriend, Yueyue." Lu Zirong paused, then politely introduced her.

“Miss Yueyue, you are very beautiful.” He kept looking Lu Ziyue up and down, making her feel uncomfortable. Was this some kind of partner-swapping game popular in society? Was Lu Zirong really going to swap herself with this dark-skinned South Asian man? Although she could accept her father's incestuous relationship, it was a private matter between two people. She, Lu Ziyue, still couldn't accept the idea of people having sex in broad daylight.

Gently taking Lu Ziyue's hand, Mr. Moha tilted his head slightly. “This is my friend, Alan.”

“Alan, hello.” Lu Ziyue pulled her hand away from Moha's and gently held Alan's small hand.

“Hello.” Alan seemed a little shy. Although her skin was a bit dark brown, it was exceptionally beautiful. Her eyes were deep-set and captivating, and her nose and lips were perfectly proportioned, making Lu Ziyue a little envious.

After exchanging pleasantries, Alan nestled her head on Moha's shoulder, looking like a little bird seeking shelter. Lu Zirong then took out an exquisite metal box and handed it to her. Moha opened the package, looked inside, and smiled with satisfaction, casually handing him a briefcase.

The private room was hot. Lu Ziyue stood up to help Lu Zirong take off his coat, but then she saw Moha's affectionate eyes fixed on her. She felt a little flustered, unsure if the game had begun.

"Mr. Lu, your girlfriend is so beautiful, may I dance with her?" he politely invited. Lu Zirong smiled at Lu Ziyue and nodded.

Lu Ziyue was involuntarily pulled into Moha's arms. The lights in the room dimmed instantly, followed by a ring of dreamlike neon lights. With light music playing, Moha embraced Lu Ziyue.

"Yuanyue, you're so charming," Moha kept praising, his hand slowly sliding down Lu Ziyue's hips.

"Mr. Moha, don't you think your girlfriend is even more charming?" In this environment, Lu Ziyue was well aware of the unspoken rules, and seeing Lu Zirong's respect for Moha, she knew this was definitely not a typical business interaction.

Mr. Moha smiled slightly upon hearing this. "But there's a Chinese saying, 'Homegrown flowers are never as fragrant as wild ones.' Miss Yueyue, wouldn't you agree?"

"But we also have another saying, 'Different flowers, but similar flavors,'" Lu Ziyue tried to dissuade Mr. Moha.

“Hehe—” Moha chuckled mysteriously, “It is precisely in these similarities that subtle differences are revealed, and besides, different flowers offer different flavors to be appreciated and savored.” He stared at Lu Ziyue, “Miss Yueyue, can you say that every woman flower is exactly the same?”

Lu Ziyue was speechless. Nothing in the world is exactly the same, especially women with a spirit. Their figures, demeanor, temperament, even their bodily organs and scents are all unique. Men’s pursuit of women is not just about sensory stimulation, but more importantly, about the intense conquest and possession of each individual who is different.

Moha’s hand gradually slid down from Lu Ziyue’s buttocks, but on the surface, he remained calm. “Miss Yueyue, does the Chinese ‘home flower’ only refer to one’s wife?”

“This?” Lu Ziyue felt she couldn’t answer for a moment. To be precise, she didn’t have a deep understanding of these things.

“As far as I know, ‘homeflowers’ means all the flowers in the house.” Moha blinked, looking at Lu Ziyue meaningfully. “When a man is in a leading position in the family, he has more than just his wife by his side. His mother, sisters, and daughters are all ‘homeflowers.’ How can you say that homeflowers are not as fragrant as wildflowers?”

“But those flowers don’t belong to you,” Lu Ziyue corrected, thinking that Moha’s understanding of Chinese vocabulary was not comprehensive enough.

“No-no—” Moha shook his head in denial. “In India, 20% of families have or are having incest, and in the United States, as many as 10% of families are involved in incest to varying degrees. At least one million women have been abused by their fathers. Miss Yueyue, these flowers are exuding different fragrances with their alluring charm.”

As he spoke, he pulled Lu Ziyue into his arms and brought his face close to hers. “So all your Chinese theories are wrong, just like your views on sex. In fact, every woman has her own unique charm, especially mothers, sisters, and daughters.”

“Mr. Moha—” Lu Ziyue wanted to refuse but was afraid that Lu Zirong would lose face. Just as she was in a dilemma, she saw that Lu Zirong and Alan were already entangled together.

“Miss Yueyue, I know you Chinese people can’t accept these things, but you can’t deny that sex is a necessary means for men and women to communicate and love. Human sexual needs are like food when people are thirsty. In the past, people focused on reproduction and procreation, but as society has become more developed and economic conditions have improved, people have gradually neglected the reproductive and procreation functions of sex and gradually made pleasure their primary purpose. The relationship between men and women has gradually transformed into emotional and physical pleasure, so sexual communication has become the only way for men and women to get along.”

“Different geographical cultures naturally lead to different moral concepts,” Lu Ziyue said evasively, including the way Mo Ha stretched out his hand.

"Hehe, China is too backward. The value of sex isn't limited to marriage. There's a Chinese saying, 'People are fickle, even the best things are only novel for a short time.' Miss Yueyue, can you guarantee your husband is only interested in you?" His eyes were piercing, making Lu Ziyue unable to deny that Mr. Moha made sense. "Where we're from, everyone has freedom outside the family. As long as they like each other, men and women can have sex freely, even couples can participate in sex games together. What's more, there are temptations from within the family. A mother's maturity and a daughter's innocence are both captivating." His hand slipped inside Lu Ziyue's pants. A unique fragrance filled Lu Ziyue's nostrils.

"You Chinese women are steeped in rich Confucian culture, reserved and shy, with a unique charm." Moha unbuttoned Lu Ziyue's pants and skillfully pulled them down.

“Mr. Moha, have you seen many women?”

Moha stopped what he was doing and looked at Lu Ziyue. “To be honest, I’ve been with women since I was 13. I’ve wandered the world for over twenty years, and wherever I go, I try to experience the local women. But the more I experience, the more regret I feel.” He touched Lu Ziyue’s underwear, like a nimble snake sensing everything about a woman.

“You’ve tasted women all over the world, what regret do you have?” Lu Ziyue asked, puzzled.

Moha didn’t answer her directly. Instead, he squatted down, placed his hands on Lu Ziyue’s buttocks, and slowly slid them down. His eyes were fixed on Lu Ziyue’s thick, curly pubic hair, which he held in his hands with affection.

“Until one day, I finally got my wish.” He parted Lu Ziyue’s labia with satisfaction, looking at the bright red flesh. “Miss—Yueyue, your genitals are small, and your labia are not thick, but the color is pure.” His hand gently peeled back Lu Ziyue’s clitoris. “This one is even more delicate.” He pressed it there.

Lu Ziyue let out a soft "Ah," involuntarily squeezing her legs together. She couldn't resist looking at Moha, but was met with his burning gaze.

"You just said you got what you wanted—" Lu Ziyue wanted to know Moha's experience.

"You have to tell me how you felt," Moha demanded, then parted her labia.

Lu Ziyue nodded shyly.

"I tried traveling with my mother. One day in the Sahara Desert, it was a very peaceful morning. We lay on the beach, bathed in the morning sunlight, when suddenly we saw a pair of Nubian wild donkeys mating in the nearby jungle. The two adult donkeys chased and played freely. When the male donkey's thick, long penis reached towards the female, I saw a strange look in my mother's eyes. I excitedly grabbed her hand, and just like that, naturally, we imitated the wild donkeys mating."

"You mean you and your mother?" Lu Ziyue looked at him in surprise.

"Isn't it incredible?" Moha chuckled. "Those wild donkeys were so vigorous, leaping and chasing each other, their well-developed genitals making you both envious and jealous." His eyes were full of allure, and Lu Ziyue could imagine that morning, Moha must have had the same look in his eyes. "My mother, her eyes shining, stared at them, clicking her tongue in amazement. I passionately put my hands on my mother's shoulders, and she gave me her tacit approval. So, I imitated the wild donkeys and rode on my mother's buttocks. Yueyue, it was really exciting, so high."

"Ah—Moha." Lu Ziyue involuntarily twisted her body.

"With my mother, it was my dream. That day we even tried—" He seemed to be immersed in the magnificent desert atmosphere, "My mother and I both tried donkey sex."

"What did you say?" Lu Ziyue's eyes widened, her eyes showing incredulous question. But Moha lifted her onto the sofa. "Mister Lu, can we enjoy it together?"

He turned around and saw Lu Zirong lying between Alan's legs, inviting her.

Lu Zirong looked up. "Moha, can we each—"

"No! Business is business, and women should be shared too." Moha's strong body lifted Lu Ziyue effortlessly. "I want to climax with you both."

Just as Lu Zirong stood up from between Alan's legs, he saw Mr. Moha lean down between Alan's legs and take her large, slightly dark clitoris into his mouth.

Alan twisted her body and wrapped it around Moha again. Lu Ziyue was about to get up when Moha reached out and grabbed her, then pulled her between his legs.

"Moha, you want to kill two birds with one stone?" Lu Zirong looked at his business partner excitedly, the two women's genitals blooming like two obscene flowers under his caresses.

Lu Ziyue wanted to look up at Lu Zirong, but Moha pressed her down.

“Mister Lu—” Moha thrust wantonly between Alan’s legs, “I’ll give you another ten percent.” He finished speaking, then got up, raised his enormous penis, knelt between Alan’s legs, and thrust inside.

“Ah—ah—” Alan arched his back, then fell back down, only to be relentlessly pounded into by Moha.

“Call me Dad—”

"Father—Father—" Alan finally let out a series of moans, making Lu Zirong's blood boil. He didn't know Alan was Moha's daughter, and he never expected that Moha would have this kind of relationship with his own daughter. He turned to look at Ziyue, only to see Lu Ziyue's even more exaggerated expression. He casually grabbed her and pressed his sister down on the sofa.

"Zirong—" Lu Ziyue tried to stop Lu Zirong's actions, but was swallowed up by an even greater frenzy. Moha teased his daughter while having sex with her, "Mr. Lu, we'll switch later."

2.

In the conference room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Xu Dacheng, as the head of the special task force, was presiding over the meeting.

"Judging from last night's situation, the intelligence obtained by the insider is very accurate. Agong's side has come to our city to make contact." He looked around at everyone present. "Given the special circumstances, we haven't yet identified the recipient, and I need to explain this to you all,"

Director Liu interjected. "Last night's situation was urgent. We just received word that there was a contact at Jin Yu Liang Yuan at 1:30, but details are unknown." He paused, looking at Xu Dacheng. "It was my negligence. We were completely unaware of Jin Yu Liang Yuan's situation and caught off guard. Fortunately, Director Xu had previous contact with them and acted decisively in the crisis."

"But things didn't go as planned. That kind of place is a private club, and ordinary people can't get in. I only managed to get a membership card by chance, which came in handy. But like the popular games these days, everyone who goes in wears a mask. I could only rely on my intuition and experience to find clues and get confirmation."

The people present exchanged surprised glances and opinions. They hadn't expected there to be such a mysterious place in Qing Tong, one that even the police couldn't get into. The meeting room buzzed with chatter.

“Our public security force is outdated,” Xu Dacheng sighed. “This serves as a warning that relying solely on solid skills is no longer sufficient for investigative work. We must shift our thinking, master different methods, and keep up with the needs of the times to become qualified public security officers in this new era. This is a portrait I had drawn from memory; it's basically accurate. Director Liu, you need to assign capable officers to keep an eye on this person and keep track of the case's progress.”

As he spoke, he handed over a hand-drawn sketch. Director Liu took it, looked at it, and passed it on.

Walking out of the meeting room, Xu Dacheng bumped into his old classmate Qiao Feng and greeted him with a smile, “Old Qiao, how have you been lately?”

Qiao Feng replied somewhat embarrassedly, “Not bad.” He always respected his old classmate, who was now a department head, and never spoke ill of him. Especially within the bureau, he avoided contact with him to prevent others from accusing him of climbing the ranks.

“Lately—” Xu Dacheng hesitated, seeing his old classmate deliberately avoiding him. His old classmate was sincere, honest, and straightforward. Several times, the classmate had tried to promote him, but it hadn't worked out because of his own shortcomings. Later, Director Liu felt bad and promoted him to deputy section chief, placing him in logistics.

Qiao Feng stopped when he saw Xu Dacheng had something to say, but heard Xu Dacheng's routine, "Let's get together sometime soon." He smiled noncommittally, then suddenly remembered something. "Director Xu, I just saw Jingjing. You're so lucky; your daughter is getting more and more beautiful."

Xu Dacheng laughed too. This honest man knew how to talk, so he said, "She just hasn't grown up."

The two stopped there, just chuckling to each other. Xu Dacheng admired his old classmate's character and felt indignant for him. Back then, Qiao Feng was one of the top students in the class, but he hadn't expected that his straightforwardness would prevent him from gaining the leader's favor.

Thinking this, he suddenly saw his daughter standing in the office.

"When did you arrive?"

"What, not welcome?" Xu Jingjing was fearless in front of her father.

"Little girl," Xu Dacheng said affectionately, sitting down at his desk.

"You bad father, taking me to a place like that." Although Xu Ningjing was quite avant-garde, she had never been involved in anything like partner swapping before. Being in such a place for the first time, she was both curious and worried.

Xu Dacheng, in a moment of haste, hadn't given it much thought; he only had one thought in mind: to infiltrate the Golden Jade Marriage. Besides, there wasn't a suitable candidate at the time—someone who could remain discreet while also ensuring close cooperation. As the head of the department, he was always strict, and his subordinates were somewhat intimidated by him; only his daughter, Jingjing, seemed affectionate towards him.

"What kind of place? You were perfectly fine," Xu Dacheng smiled, quite satisfied with his daughter's behavior. However, he later felt a lingering fear; what if something had gone wrong, and she had slipped up? Not only would the whole thing have fallen apart, but even his daughter's virginity would be in jeopardy.

"Hmph!" Xu Ningjing snorted loudly. "If—if anything happens, how will you compensate them?"

Xu Dacheng rolled his eyes at his unruly daughter. "How will you compensate them? Your mother will have to have another one."

"Ugh—you bad father!" Xu Ningjing punched her father's back. "Don't you care if they live or die?"

Xu Dacheng was a little frightened, knowing his daughter was telling the truth. That place was a den of iniquity; even if it were ten or eight people, they could be cleaned up without leaving a trace.

Enduring his daughter's scolding and beating, Xu Dacheng straightened up and apologized, "Dad was just in a moment of panic."

Xu Ningjing chuckled. "That's more like it." She stood up. "Dad, they really did exchange—" Her innocent eyes showed a questioning look.

Xu Dacheng felt awkward discussing this topic with his daughter, but in that environment, what was there to hide? "That was their intention all along," she said.

Hearing this, Xu Ningjing's eyes filled with shyness, and she unconsciously muttered, "Bad daddy." Xu Dacheng, for some reason, stared blankly at his daughter.

Last night's scene was truly unpredictable; everywhere were masked people, in groups of three or five, laughing and joking, hugging and embracing. Occasionally, lewd whispers and laughter, even moans of lovemaking, could be heard from the private rooms. Xu Dacheng held Xu Ningjing close, the two half-leaning against each other. Seeing someone walk by, Xu Dacheng had to hold his daughter tightly in his arms, making affectionate gestures to avoid being approached.

Xu Ningjing initially found it novel, looking around, but seeing the scenes of men and women chasing and teasing each other, her heart began to flutter, and she shyly hid in her father's arms.

"Sir, would you like to change?" A tall man approached with a female companion.

Xu Dacheng pressed his face against Xu Ningjing's, lingering on her lips, his eyes narrowed, feigning unsatisfaction. "Thank you."

Watching the man walk away disappointed, Xu Ningjing secretly pinched him. "Bad daddy, why did you have to bring me here?" A blush crept onto her face.

Xu Dacheng paid no attention to his daughter, his eyes fixed on the next private room, watching every move there. The man hadn't come out after going in; he was probably playing a game.

Xu Ningjing nestled in her father's arms, wanting to move but afraid to, occasionally feeling his large hand intentionally or unintentionally brush against her chest, her heart pounding wildly.

Xu Dacheng knew his daughter was still thinking about the scene of them cuddling together last night. If it weren't for that occasion and environment, father and daughter certainly wouldn't have done that. Thinking about it made him both yearn for it and nostalgic, and he couldn't help but look at his daughter.

"Little girl, have you seen something new?"

Xu Ningjing's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time she'd been so close and intimate with her father, and the thought made her blush. Hearing her father's words, she couldn't help but say, "Bad Dad, you did it on purpose!" Her shy gaze fixed on her father, her eyes saying, "You just want to take advantage of me.

" "Hehe—" He looked at his daughter's lips, recalling how he'd lingered there countless times last night, almost— The thought sent a jolt through him, something he hadn't felt in years. He unconsciously muttered, "Little girl—"

“Bad daddy, if—if it were last night—” Xu Ningjing’s eyes welled up with tears, “what would you do if someone replaced you?” Her voice was low, completely devoid of her former shrewishness.

“Who would want you, you brat?” Xu Dacheng glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Besides, Daddy can’t bear to part with you.”

Hearing this, Xu Ningjing pinched her father’s arm hard. “I really can’t bear to part with you, bad daddy.” Her words revealed a hint of surprise and coquettishness.

“Daddy, you’re lying, you brat.” The two of them guessed each other’s tone and meaning, occasionally exchanging glances before quickly looking away.

“Then you—” she stopped, glancing shyly at her father, “and still have to marry someone off.”

Xu Dacheng stared blankly at his daughter, his heart filled with a bittersweet feeling. He had originally thought she was deeply in love with Shi Jian, and that the two were a perfect match, but now—he pondered his daughter’s words, wondering what she was really thinking. "People say daughters grow up and leave home, but you already have someone you like."

"Hmph!" Xu Ningjing huffed, "My sweetheart—is you." With that, she dashed off, leaving Xu Dacheng alone, imagining and savoring the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

Chapter Nine

, Part 1:

Minister Zuo often felt a sense of emptiness, something he hadn't often experienced before. Walking into the western suburbs of Xiangshan, looking at the few scattered, withered leaves, a sense of melancholy welled up from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know if it was because he was getting old, or if there was something wrong with his mindset.

Zuo Shanshan had been busy with company affairs these past few days, rarely seeing him, leaving him feeling empty inside. Perhaps this was the real reason for his emptiness.

He thought of Fan Lingling, that lovely little girl. Being with her made him feel much younger, and even his mood improved. He thought that if he could keep Fan Lingling by his side, perhaps it could rejuvenate his aging mindset. Crossing a sun-drenched slope, he came to a wide-open area with excellent views. Not far away, a couple nestled together, occasionally stopping to kiss on the yellow-green grass.

He fixed his gaze on the grove of trees, as if he and the scenery were one. Just as he was lost in thought, oblivious to his surroundings, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He picked it up and saw it was Lu Zirong.

"Dad—" Lu Zirong said loudly.

"Oh, Zirong."

"I had a shipment these past few days and haven't been able to visit you," he said apologetically, testing the waters with Minister Zuo.

"Dad's been very busy too," Minister Zuo said, a hint of melancholy in his voice. It wasn't because Lu Zirong hadn't visited, but because he felt Zuo Shanshan was drifting further and further away from him.

Lu Zirong hesitated, then said pleadingly, "Dad, I need your help again, to get things sorted out with customs."

"What is it?" Minister Zuo frowned.

"The goods were already a bit delayed when they arrived. I'd like to ask customs to be lenient and release them sooner to avoid further losses," Lu Zirong carefully chose his words.

"Alright then." Minister Zuo hung up the phone. He knew he had to handle this matter well; otherwise, if his daughter Shanshan intervened, he would be even more unable to explain himself. Thinking of Shanshan, he almost wished she would come begging him, which would also ease his longing. Sigh—at this point, how could he shamelessly take advantage of the situation? Besides, he was worried about being exposed. A woman with a husband is certainly not so free anymore. He regretted agreeing to Shanshan's marriage, but if he didn't, would he let his daughter stay at home forever? Not only would his wife not agree, but others would also gossip, and it might even backfire.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but think of Xiao Mei, the daughter he worried about and felt indebted to. The second time they met, he and she—in his heart, how much humanity still existed, or did he value humanity more than marital affection? But no matter what, he still harbored an unbreakable longing for both Shanshan and Xiao Mei. Xiao Mei's soft, curly yellow pubic hair covered her high, bulging thighs, an irresistible allure. Her thick, light chestnut-colored labia were always moist. Minister Zuo subconsciously reached out, his mind seemingly touching Xiao Mei's lush, wet area.

"Mei'er, you cunt," he muttered unconsciously, a tingling sensation spreading through his heart. This daughter, who hadn't consumed much of his energy, had somehow evoked a deep attachment and affection in him for the rest of his life. His desire for her outweighed his paternal affection, even with their blood relation. "If only you were here with Dad," he thought, Xiao Mei's image appearing before him.

He remembered that when they parted, Xiao Mei hadn't firmly refused his suggestion, but he had also harbored some selfish thoughts at the time—how to explain the appearance of such a daughter to his wife, especially to Shanshan. He wasn't prepared, so he hadn't insisted. Now, it seemed he hadn't considered things carefully. The union of Shanshan and Zirong needed someone to fill the void, and Xiao Mei was the best choice. Gentle and kind, beautiful and close to home, and with another reason—unburdened and free from worldly ties—despite having been with a man, she possessed a pure and loving heart, willing to give everything for him. This perfectly complemented Shanshan's character.

"Mei'er." As he murmured that name again, the thought stubbornly surfaced in his mind: to bring Xiao Mei over. Looking at the couple not far away, he felt this was the best ending.

2.

Xiaojiayu was exactly the same as before, the only change being the season. Minister Zuo gently pushed open the wooden gate, and he couldn't help but recall the words of a poet: "Last year on this day, within the wooden gate, faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's redness; the peach blossoms are nowhere to be seen, but the faces still smile in the spring breeze."

As he stood in the courtyard, gazing at all this familiar sight, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from inside the house. Xiao Mei emerged, looking at Minister Zuo with surprise, then exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Dad, what brings you here?"

Minister Zuo turned around, his face as radiant and beautiful as a peach blossom. He couldn't help but say with joy, "Silly girl, didn't I say, 'Once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are nothing'? I just wanted to meet you again at Wushan."

Xiao Mei's fair face flushed crimson, and she glanced shyly into the house before turning back, her face blushing. She whispered, "Bad Dad."

"Mei'er." Minister Zuo was captivated by Xiao Mei's shy, bowed posture. The scene he had longed for day and night was now before his eyes. He stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Dad—I just want—I want to spend a second spring with you."

"Dad—" Xiao Mei whispered, her eyes fixed on her feet, her hand unconsciously clutching the ends of her long hair. "Your daughter missed you too."

The courtyard was filled only with tall sycamore trees, surrounded by high earthen walls. Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei so close to him, his heart stirred, and he reached out to pull her into his arms. "Silly girl, come with Dad this time." He wanted to press his forehead against hers and kiss her lips. "Don't let Dad sleep alone."

"No—" Xiao Mei gently pushed him away, sending a chill down Minister Zuo's spine. He looked at her in surprise. She had been so gentle and tender when they parted, how could she have changed so much in just a few months?

"Your daughter is here." Xiao Mei saw her father's confusion, her voice carrying a hint of scolding and reproach, but her tone clearly showed that she no longer saw the minister as her father. Whose daughter was she—her own, or her father's?

"Mei'er." He hadn't immediately noticed who Xiao Mei was referring to, but instinctively felt it was inappropriate for her to hint at it, so he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He only regretted not being more direct. "Dad just wants to take a good look at you."

Xiao Mei looked up at him coquettishly. "Then go ahead and look." Her expression was full of teasing and allure, making Minister Zuo a little flustered. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed her and pulled her close. "You naughty Mei'er, how can Dad look at you like this?"

Xiao Mei realized that her father's "looking at you properly" was different from what she had imagined, and her heart pounded. "Bad Dad, how else do you want to look at me?" she said, already imagining what her father meant.

Minister Zuo swallowed, lifted her chin, and Xiao Mei saw a man's desire in her father's eyes. "Dad will look at you like that day."

As she spoke, Xiao Mei involuntarily recalled Minister Zuo's first visit, her face beaming with happiness. She unconsciously leaned on Minister Zuo's shoulder, but he lifted her chin and looked at her. "Missed Dad?"

"Yes." Xiao Mei nodded.

"Bad daughter." Minister Zuo sighed deeply, his hand moving from between their bodies to Xiao Mei's lower body. "How many sleepless nights has this made Dad spend?" The place was bulging, and Minister Zuo gently caressed it, feeling the shallow cleavage.

Xiao Mei was a little shy, not daring to openly love her father, because she knew her daughter was still in the room packing her things, and if she were discovered, she would lose all face. Seeing the minister's adoring gaze, she felt even more compelled to satisfy her father's lust.

Father and daughter stood in the courtyard, eyes locked, exchanging unspoken feelings.

Minister Zuo, unable to resist any longer, reached for a slip of paper and handed it to her. "Mei'er, see how Dad thinks of you." Xiao Mei took the paper from Minister Zuo's hand and unfolded it in front of her chest. One glance was enough to make her face flush crimson. Her chest pounded, and she thought, "How could Dad be so lewd? He actually—he actually spoke of me like that behind my back!

" "Bad Dad," she pounded on his broad chest. "Don't ever say that about your daughter again."

"Haha—" Minister Zuo pressed his hand against Xiao Mei's chest. "Then what should I say?" Father and daughter pressed their foreheads together. "You didn't think about it?"

Xiao Mei said shyly in a low voice, "Even if I did, I couldn't say it like that."

Minister Zuo tried to unbutton Xiao Mei's clothes, but she gently pressed his hand down. "Later—" Her eyes darted towards the house, making Minister Zuo even more aroused.

“But Dad is telling the truth, that’s exactly how I feel about you.”

Xiao Mei shook her head shyly, signaling him not to continue, which only fueled the minister’s desire.

“Mei’er, Dad came here this time to take you back to Beijing, to fulfill our dream of father and daughter being together.”

Xiao Mei’s eyes were filled with affection as she listened, she simply let her father hold her without saying a word.

“Promise Dad, Dad wants you to be his bedmate.”

Xiao Mei couldn’t resist him and nodded gently. Overjoyed, Minister Zuo cupped Xiao Mei’s face and whispered, “Mei’er, look at that painting again.”

Xiao Mei unfolded it in his arms, revealing a shockingly clear picture of intercourse. Xiao Mei blushed deeply; a voluptuous woman lay naked beside a tree, one hand supporting her cheek, while a man lifted one leg and penetrated her from behind. Next to it, a line of small print read: Mei’er, you cunt. Shame made her want to disappear, but she couldn't bring herself to look at her father. Another picture made her even more uncomfortable—Xiao Mei saw a man sitting naked on the ground, holding a naked woman on his lap. He was licking her breasts while his large penis was inserted into her vagina. A line of small print on the side read: "Mei'er, Daddy's sucking your milk.

" "Oh dear, you naughty father, is this what you think of your daughter?"

Minister Zuo leaned closer. "Let Daddy see what I'm thinking." He asked knowingly, but secretly he wanted to admire the picture of their lovemaking with his daughter.

Xiao Mei's face flushed red, as if she were drunk, as she carefully examined the positions in the picture.

"Mei'er, the one crawling is like last time on the hillside—" He pointed to the woman, one foot on the ground, revealing her hairy vulva. Looking at their positions and listening to her father's explanation, Xiao Mei imagined the scene, but her own position made it impossible to see the intercourse. Curious, she said, "You mean, from behind—" As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously fell on the first picture.

"Yes, Dad saw you from behind—" Minister Zuo said, looking at Xiao Mei. Xiao Mei was still immersed in the howling mountain wind and her attachment to her father. Seeing Minister Zuo's gaze, her heart stirred.

"But that day—" She remembered that her father had kissed her on the lips, and her face flushed. Seeing the woman's exposed area, she imagined the scene at that time, that position that allowed the man to come from behind—

"That day, you were in this position," Minister Zuo said, touching Xiao Mei's buttocks.

This position is too lewd, it's obvious from behind. She glanced at Minister Zuo out of the corner of her eye. "Bad Dad—you actually—" "

Mei'er, Dad watched your pussy being penetrated from behind."

"Oh dear, you—" She trailed off, unsure how to express herself, "You like watching, huh?"

Minister Zuo swallowed hard. "Dad just likes to see my thing inserted into his own daughter, watching the two things unite."

"Pervert!" Xiao Mei spat lightly. "Then why did you do this?" She pointed to the woman sitting on the man's lap with her chest exposed.

"Good Mei'er, Dad came here this time to—" he said, looking at Xiao Mei's expression.

"You mean—"

"Yes, to have you sit on my lap, and Dad sucking your nipple—and fuck you."

"Oh dear, where did you get all this junk?" Xiao Mei felt a longing after hearing Minister Zuo's words, but dared not say it outright, so she used this as an excuse.

"A mess? These are all genuine royal treasures." Minister Zuo's eyes were fixed on Xiao Mei's chest, making her heart pound.

"Dad—" Her blouse was half-open, revealing glimpses of her snow-white breasts, which were even more alluring to men.

"Hehe—" Minister Zuo was tickled by Xiao Mei's playful remark, and unconsciously reached out to touch her from the side. Xiao Mei knew that her father would definitely lose control at this moment, so she turned her back to the door and let Minister Zuo climb on top of her from under her bra.

The wind rustled the leaves of the sycamore trees in the yard, and the two were lost in their love.

Minister Zuo felt that Xiao Mei's bra was too tight, so he stretched it a bit inside, pinched her nipple, and teased her nerves. Xiao Mei let out a soft moan, a seductive glint in her eyes that was usually unseen, igniting a burning desire in Minister Zuo. He no longer cared about the people in the room, pulling out a nipple from the side of his shirt. Looking at the bright red, grape-sized nipple, he couldn't resist lowering his head and taking it into his mouth.

"Mei'er, let Daddy suckle your breasts." Although this breast had been nibbled on many times by Xiao Mei's father and husband, even while he held it and bit it, Minister Zuo, as Xiao Mei's real father, secretly yearned for his daughter's breasts. When that erotic picture appeared before his eyes, his mind was filled with images of Shan Shan and Xiao Mei. He had even fantasized many times about Xiao Mei sitting half-undressed in his lap, playing with her breasts like a baby, and then having sex with her from below. He had also wanted to do this with Shan Shan, but due to the establishment of the Beijing office, Zuo Shan Shan had to travel extensively for the Lu family's start, making it difficult for the father and daughter to see each other, only occasionally exchanging phone calls.

Xiao Mei was at a loss, unsure how to react to the situation. She stared blankly as Minister Zuo pulled out her nipple and played with it, pressing it against her snow-white breasts. Even though she knew her daughter was still in the room, at this moment, she couldn't refuse her father, yet she couldn't bear to let him play with her.

"Dad, dear Dad," she murmured softly, stroking Minister Zuo's head like a mother would.

"Mei'er, your breasts seem bigger than before," Minister Zuo said, pinching Xiao Mei's breast and taking her nipple into his mouth, looking up at her playfully.

Xiao Mei pushed harder into his mouth, hoping he would take it in deeper, watching his swallowing motion. "Dad, don't you like them bigger?"

“I like it, Mei’er.” Then came a frenzied smacking, leaving Xiao Mei limp and powerless. “Dad likes yours even more—” His lewd tone and eyes captivated Xiao Mei even more, “I like your big pussy.”

Hearing her father’s lewd words, Xiao Mei’s eyes welled up, and her body swayed unconsciously.

“Mom—Mom—” Two shouts abruptly separated the couple lost in lust. Turning their heads to look at the doorway, they found a pair of astonished eyes staring at them.

“It’s you?” They looked at each other almost simultaneously.

“Lingling—” Xiao Mei was filled with shame, but she couldn’t help but maintain her maternal dignity, “This is your grandfather.” She had barely finished speaking when she heard Fan Lingling’s resentful retort, “He’s not my grandfather.” She then gave Minister Zuo a mournful look, covered her face, and ran back into the house.

Regret and frustration left both of them speechless. Xiao Mei gently covered her chest, unsure how to face this awkward situation. After a long pause, she looked up. "Dad, do you know her?"

Hearing Xiao Mei's question, Minister Zuo knew there were things he needed to tell her, and he carefully considered how to recount the events.

"Mei'er, listen to me, Lingling and I actually had a one-night stand."

"You mean—you and her?" Xiao Mei's eyes widened, a hint of dissatisfaction and anger in her gaze. She hadn't expected Minister Zuo to have a one-night stand with her daughter.

"No, Mei'er, listen to me." Minister Zuo stammered, grasping Xiao Mei's hand. "It's not what you think at all." His sorrowful gaze told Xiao Mei there was definitely more to the story.

Minister Zuo recounted his meeting with Fan Lingling and their secret rendezvous in detail, awaiting Xiao Mei's final judgment.

“Dad, I know—this certainly wasn’t your original intention, and I don’t resent you. It’s just that we’ve always lived in two different worlds.” Xiao Mei said, her voice choked with sobs. “Although Mom and you had a misunderstanding, you still had me. Mom placed all her feelings and hopes on me, but I still couldn’t escape fate’s arrangement. She and I both ended up as your women. From then on, I longed for fatherly love, longed for true human affection, until I first met you.” She turned to look at Minister Zuo. “You know, back then I just wanted you to hold me in your arms and experience true fatherly love.” Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Minister Zuo. “I got it, I got the love a daughter should receive. Dad, I don’t resent your marriage to Lingling. Although she is my daughter, I know more about your world of men.” She choked up and couldn’t continue.

Minister Zuo looked at her with embarrassment. "Mei'er, at first, I really didn't know she was your daughter. Later, she told me her mother's name was Xiao Mei, and that's when I thought of you and had the urge to meet you."

"Whether you know it or not, it's not your fault, Dad. As long as you're sincere to her, Mei'er is content."

"Good daughter, Dad is sorry." Minister Zuo's sincere gaze was enough to move the world.

Xiao Mei looked at him and said with deep affection, "Dad, men and women are together for joy and mutual understanding. You and Lingling aren't together because of me; it's just that we're related by blood that created distance between us. As long as you like her, Mei'er is willing to be with her—"

There were no more direct words than these. Minister Zuo hadn't expected Xiao Mei to have such magnanimity, to tolerate him and Lingling being together. Perhaps this was related to her past experiences. “Mei’er—” he murmured, looking into her eyes, “Dad and she should break up.”

“Bad Dad—” Xiao Mei was actually a little angry, “I never thought you—you were such an irresponsible man.”

“Mei’er,” Minister Zuo hugged her, “You’ve wronged your father.”

Xiao Mei’s eyes were filled with tears, “I always thought you were a man of your word, a man of your word. I admired you, I liked you, but you—you’ve been so heartless.”

“Dad wasn’t afraid of hurting your heart?”

“Then aren’t you afraid of hurting her heart?” Her eyes were full of tears, “She’s your granddaughter, and she’s your woman. You can’t betray her heart.”

“Mei’er—” Minister Zuo was speechless.

“Dad, there’s a saying in our village: men are teapots, women are teacups. It’s always one teapot with many teacups. What are you afraid of?”

Minister Zuo hugged her with emotion, “Mei’er, Dad—” He never expected that a rural woman with little education would have such a tolerant heart. Her pleading eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"Go and talk to her." Her words sounded like a plea, yet also an order.

"Me?" Facing his daughter, Minister Zuo felt utterly ashamed.

"Silly boy, only you are suitable at this time." Xiao Mei comforted her father with a woman's unique care and affection. "

Then—" Minister Zuo was torn, not wanting to hurt Xiao Mei's feelings, nor wanting to neglect Lingling. Seeing Xiao Mei's encouraging and pleased gaze, he took a difficult step.

In the bedroom, a simple small bed had a certificate pasted on the headboard, awarding Fan Lingling the title of "Excellent Student." Fan Lingling's thin, frail body lay on the bed, sobbing, which saddened Minister Zuo.

"Lingling—" He stood by the bed, reaching out to take Fan Lingling's small hand, saying with a hint of guilt, "Uncle, I'm sorry." Fan Lingling

angrily shook off his hand, "You're not my uncle," she said, then buried her face in her hands and cried.

Minister Zuo stood there awkwardly, watching Fan Lingling's trembling shoulders. "Uncle doesn't know—"

Suddenly, he saw Fan Lingling turn over, glaring at him resentfully. "Didn't you say you were my man?" Her sharp gaze pierced Minister Zuo. The

once formidable Minister Zuo, who commanded respect on the battlefield, was now sweating profusely at Fan Lingling's question. He stammered, looking at her, "Lingling—" his eyes pleading.

"You're a bad guy!" Fan Lingling exploded, pounding on him, venting her resentment.

"Good Lingling, Uncle—" He wanted to comfort her, but didn't know where to begin.

"I don't want you to be my uncle—I don't want you to be my uncle!" She threw a childish tantrum at him.

Looking at her charming appearance, a surge of tenderness welled up in Minister Zuo. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Then what do you want me to do?" This question made the angry Fan Lingling stop, looking at him strangely. "Is my mother really your daughter?"

Minister Zuo nodded awkwardly. As a father, he was doing something ambiguous with his daughter, and he didn't know how to face Fan Lingling.

"Then you two—" Fan Lingling had obviously seen what the two were doing. In her mind, there could be no romantic feelings between a father and daughter, especially since she had witnessed their intimacy.

"Lingling, listen to me." Minister Zuo saw a glimmer of hope in Fan Lingling's attitude towards him. "Your mother and I—" He tried his best not to upset her, carefully choosing his words, "we are closer and more loving than any ordinary father and daughter."

"Then you and your mother—slept together?" Her eyes held a challenging tone.

Minister Zuo was shocked. This was a topic he shouldn't have let her know, but he didn't want to hide anything from her, so he nodded directly.

Upon hearing this, Fan Lingling's eyes seemed to darken, and she burst into tears. "Then you're not my grandfather. You slept with me too, and you even promised to be my man." Saying this, she turned around, climbed onto the bed, and cried again.

Minister Zuo understood Fan Lingling's meaning from her words, climbed onto the bed, and put his arm around Fan Lingling's shoulder. "You mean, your mother is my woman, and you are my woman too, right?"

"You, you bad guy!" Fan Lingling stretched out an arm and hit her.

But Minister Zuo pulled her into his arms, watching her cry through her tears. He wiped her face, then suddenly remembered Xiao Mei's argument about the teapot and teacup, and said with a smile, "Silly girl, it's not contradictory. My mother is my woman, but that doesn't mean you're not."

Hearing this, Fan Lingling suddenly stopped crying. "Then—you still want me?" she asked, looking at Minister Zuo through her tears.

Minister Zuo smiled at her. "Silly child, this time I'm just taking you and your mother to Beijing."

"I don't believe it!" she turned her head away, pouting, looking at him disdainfully.

Minister Zuo reached out and affectionately pinched her nose, turning her face to look directly into her eyes. "Then you don't want to be my woman anymore?"

"You're bad!" Fan Lingling displayed the spoiled and willful nature of a young girl.

Minister Zuo lovingly pulled her into his arms. "I just want you to have a good environment, to be my woman properly."

Fan Lingling lay in his arms, playfully blinking her eyes. "Then Mom—"

Minister Zuo stroked her delicate lips and kissed them. "What, are you jealous?"

"No way." Fan Lingling turned her head away, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

But Minister Zuo turned her head back. "Didn't you see the teapot in the house? There are multiple teacups?"

Fan Lingling blinked her big eyes, suddenly revealing a charming smile, and scolded, "You big bad guy, all you do is pour into the teacups."

"Hehe, little girl." Minister Zuo felt a surge of pleasure. "Your teacup is full, but Mom's been empty for a long time."

"Bad Uncle—" Fan Lingling rolled over and lay on top of him. "I'm ignoring you."

This aroused Minister Zuo's desire, and he reached out and touched Fan Lingling's buttocks. "How about Uncle fills you up first?" He then began to pull down her pants.

Unable to resist Minister Zuo's teasing, Fan Lingling's eyes welled up with tears, her face flushed. Minister Zuo unbuckled the little girl's belt, pulling it down from her buttocks, revealing a patch of sparse, dark pubic hair covering her high mons pubis. Minister Zuo stopped, reaching inside her panties; it was soft and fleshy, and he imagined Fan Lingling's tightly closed vulva.

"Lingling, is there water in the teacup?" It was damp, even her crotch was sticky.

Fan Lingling grabbed Minister Zuo's hand, playfully scolding, "Big teapot."

Delighted, Minister Zuo hugged Fan Lingling's buttocks, stripping her naked in one swift motion. "Uncle will fill your teacup today." He then took the opportunity to place Fan Lingling's small buttocks on his lap, elevating them, gazing at her delicate beauty.

Between her snow-white legs lay her large, fleshy vulva, hidden beneath her buttocks. Minister Zuo gently parted her legs, clearly seeing her wrinkled labia below.

At this moment, Fan Lingling wrapped her arms around his neck, speaking sweetly and coquettishly, "I don't want you to call me Uncle."

Minister Zuo admired her, looking into her large, blinking eyes, and leaned in to kiss her. "Then call me man, Lingling, I'm your man."

Fan Lingling moved up, pressing her body closer to his.

Turning back, Minister Zuo used two fingers to pry open Fan Lingling's tightly closed vulva. The pink flesh gleamed like crystal, and the two erect clitoris petals pressed together, covering the woman's most intimate parts. At the tip of the clitoris was a bean-sized protrusion that reminded Minister Zuo of a woman's clitoris. He reached out and peeled it open, and the moment his fingers touched her, he felt Fan Lingling tremble.

"What's wrong?" Looking back at the little girl's expression, he was only met with Fan Lingling hugging his neck even tighter. "You're naughty!"

"Hehe—" Minister Zuo hadn't expected the inexperienced young girl to be so charming, and he took the opportunity to kiss her, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

This time, he intended to let the little one nestle in his arms, but unexpectedly, Fan Lingling shifted her body and firmly stopped him. Seeing Minister Zuo's surprised expression, Fan Lingling showed a hint of shyness, grabbed his arm and pulled it aside, saying, "Go comfort your mother."

Minister Zuo looked at her in confusion, but heard Fan Lingling say softly, "Your mother has been missing you all

along." Minister Zuo wanted to be tender for a while and reached out to hug her, but Fan Lingling gently pushed him away.

"Then I'll go to her place." He looked at her, trying to provoke her jealousy, but Fan Lingling just smiled gently. "Mom has been waiting for you."

Looking at Fan Lingling's naked body, Minister Zuo had an urge to pin her down. "Lingling—aren't you afraid Mom's big teacup will drain Uncle's teapot?"

Fan Lingling smiled, then kissed him, and casually left. "I know your teapot is big and can even hold spring water."

"You damn Lingling—" Minister Zuo glared at Fan Lingling, who was far away, his heart tingling. "Or, call me man." His pleading gaze made Fan Lingling stop being mischievous. She

stared at him intently, and from her charming lips uttered, "Man."

Minister Zuo seemed to fly to the ends of the earth, a tingling sensation running through his body to his head. February 4th,
3.

The South Suburb Storage and Transportation Company was adorned with banners and ribbons. Lu Zirong inspected the various freight yards with satisfaction, deeply impressed by Lu Ziyue's competence. He had always been busy with his career, neglecting his sister and being overly cold, which had led to their rivalry over family interests. If it weren't for that accidental discovery that day, he might have missed his sister entirely.

This was simply fate playing tricks on him; his father had left him not only with wealth, but also with his own insights into life.

He climbed the steps, looking at his spacious and bright office, feeling incredibly relieved. The past few days of hard work had finally yielded results. His backer in Beijing was now firmly established, and things had gone the same way with Agong.

"Rong'er—" Just as he felt a sense of hope for the Lu family's business, he heard his mother's voice. That familiar, sweet voice almost simultaneously touched his heart, and he unconsciously turned around.

"Mom—you're here."

"How's everything going here?" Li Rouqian's loving expression made Lu Zirong feel incredibly warm and comforted.

"Everything's ready." He opened his arms, as if to embrace her, which startled Li Rouqian, who shrank back and looked around in alarm.

"Nobody's here." His charming eyes were full of allure.

"Hehe, Mom—" Lu Zirong knew she had misunderstood. In this place, no matter how dissolute he was, he couldn't do anything to his mother. "Look, Yue'er is quite capable."

Although Li Rouqian was also satisfied with Lu Ziyue's warehouse management, she still felt a little uncomfortable hearing Lu Zirong's praise. "Mom can do it too."

Lu Zirong didn't mind and just went along with Li Rouqian's tone. "I know you'll do even better, Mom. I'd rather you be in charge from behind."

Li Rouqian looked at him sweetly. "Tonight, nothing else..." "You've been busy with social engagements, haven't you?"

Through his mother's eyes, Lu Zirong knew what she was thinking. But these past few days, he'd been swamped with work dealing with Agong and the southern suburban warehouse, barely having time for his mother, and even less daring to tell her the truth. As for his sister, he genuinely wanted to win her over, to make her his close confidante. Firstly, Lu Ziyue was outspoken and decisive; secondly, she had connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, so she wouldn't react so strongly to his drug trafficking. Therefore, he often used checking on the construction site's progress to visit her office, and then they'd elope. Lu

Zirong met his mother's gaze, his eyes filled with affection, "These past few days, your son has been tired and exhausted, just wanting to find a reforestation furnace to temper myself."

Li Rouqian blushed, "If you don't come soon, my insides will start to grow weeds."

"Rou Rou—" Lu Zirong called out unconsciously, reaching out to hug her, but Li Rouqian pushed him away. "You're going to die, in broad daylight, in a place like this."

Lu Zirong hurriedly dodged, "What's wrong with a place like this? Rou Rou, let me hug you."

Li Rouqian stayed far away, "Are you looking for a change of pace again? Haven't you hugged enough these past few days?"

Lu Zirong knew his mother knew everything about his behavior these past few days. He and Lu Ziyue often studied the warehouse layout until midnight. These layouts couldn't be discussed with outsiders, so they would use one group of workers to complete the designated projects, and then hire another group, all to ensure that no one knew the entire warehouse layout. At first, to avoid suspicion, he could go home to sleep, but later, when he felt tired and exhausted, Lu Ziyue would fill the bathtub, and the two of them would lie in the bathtub together, relaxing to their hearts' content.

“You don’t have to talk like that, you dead woman.” Lu Zirong glared at her fiercely. “All social engagements are canceled today.” He picked up the keys on the table. “Come on, let’s relax.”

The Cape of Good Hope Bathhouse is located within the Qingtong Mountain Scenic Area. A wide cliff forms a high barrier behind it, while towering mountains

rise on both sides. A deep canyon runs through the front of the bathhouse, with clear streams flowing through it. It’s a quiet, elegant, and uniquely charming entertainment venue. This was Li Rouqian’s first time in such a place. Upon entering the lobby, two waiters greeted her with smiles, “Welcome, madam/sir.”

Li Rouqian timidly watched Lu Zirong walk to the front desk. She heard the waitress’s sweet voice, “What service would you like?”

Lu Zirong looked down at her. “VIP room, I’d like a root bath, and a flower bath for this lady.”

“Okay.” The pretty waitress quickly registered her and handed her a wristband and towel to the receptionist. A receptionist bowed and led the way through a winding corridor covered in vines, revealing a Western-style building.

"This way, please," the waiter gestured, stopping at a pretty two-story building. "Enjoy your bath." He opened the door, handed over a nameplate and towels, and bowed as he withdrew.

Li Rouqian was about to ask about root baths and flower baths when a pretty waitress approached and led them into a spacious hall. To the north was a steaming hot tub, to the east a semi-transparent steam room, and to the south two interconnected private rooms. As she was dazzled by everything and regretting coming with Lu Zirong, she heard a soft voice.

"Please change, sir and madam." She blushed slightly, but thankfully, this was an unfamiliar place, and she didn't know anyone there, so she calmed down a little.

Finally having a chance to speak with Lu Zirong alone, Li Rouqian watched him undress shyly, her heart pounding as she asked, "Rong'er, why did you bring me to a place like this?"

Lu Zirong replied mysteriously, "I just wanted you to relax."

"Then—what are these root baths and flower baths you mentioned?" she asked cautiously.

"Rou Rou, hurry up," Lu Zirong urged, "You'll find out soon enough." Seeing his mother undress, Lu Zirong naturally took her arm. Li Rouqian wanted to stop him, but she was afraid of being noticed. In a place like this, couples were either lovers or husbands, and if she was too reserved, she would inevitably be looked at differently. So, she awkwardly let Lu Zirong hold her arm, and the two walked out side by side.

"Please, Madam." Upon hearing a male voice, Li Rouqian shrank back in fright, looking at Lu Zirong with surprise.

"Rou Rou—" Lu Zirong knew his mother wouldn't accept this, but he still smiled and tried to persuade her, "It's just a regular massage, you've already ordered it."

Li Rouqian never imagined Lu Zirong would ask a male servant for her. She had heard of male escorts before, but she knew they were for wealthy, resentful women. Did her son really want to find her a male escort?

"Is this your first time here, Madam?" The male waiter stood smilingly to the side, waiting for Lu Zirong to persuade her.

"I don't—" Li Rouqian was almost crying. A few days of neglect was one thing, but even if she didn't want her mother, she shouldn't resort to this. Did her mother just need an outlet? Did she just want to find a truly caring person? What kind of person did he take her for? Thinking to herself, she said aggrievedly, "If you don't want it—never mind."

Lu Zirong knew his mother might think he had found her a male prostitute, so he said, "Rou Rou, what are you thinking? Didn't you want to know what a flower bath is? It's just to wash your genitals."

"You? You?" Li Rouqian looked at Lu Zirong in surprise. Her mother wanted her genitals washed, and it wasn't up to outsiders. You—you actually wanted another man to wash her mother's genitals! She felt ashamed and indignant.

"Rou Rou, it's just a regular massage," Lu Zirong persuaded, then whispered in her ear, "Don't let anyone think it's old-fashioned."

Li Rouqian pretended to be a wealthy lady, but in her heart, she also felt that she had gone too far. No matter what, Lu Zirong wouldn't be in the same room as her soliciting a male prostitute, would he? He would let her have sex with a man in front of him, especially since she was his own mother? If that happened, how could he, as a man, bear it? She looked up with teary eyes, puzzled.

"Root baths and flower baths are both done by the opposite sex; this enhances their health benefits," Lu Zirong explained as best he could.

"You mean, you want a woman?"

Before Li Rouqian could finish, a bright, clear voice rang out. "Yes, madam." A nearly naked young woman stood beside Lu Zirong.

"Our bathing services are all aboveboard. If you don't need any other services," the two waitresses said in unison.

"You bastard—" Li Rouqian felt a surge of jealousy upon seeing the woman's beautiful appearance and graceful figure, and couldn't help but curse.

"Madam—" Unexpectedly, the waitress then quietly said to Li Rouqian, "Root baths and flower baths can enhance sexual function, allowing you to do as you please."

"Then—then why aren't you wearing clothes?" Li Rouqian was still worried that something might go wrong during the process.

The young woman smiled but didn't answer, while the young man, quick-witted as ever, casually replied, "Madam, the purpose of genital health care is to serve the opposite sex. If it's not for the opposite sex and you can't see their organs, then it loses its health benefits. You'll experience this during our service."

Lu Zirong looked at him with satisfaction, expressing his appreciation. "Sir, please collect your tip at the front desk after your service."

The waiter glanced at him happily, "Thank you, sir. May you soar to great heights; may you, madam, be as valiant as a dragon and as powerful as a tiger."

Li Rouqian chuckled at this, and Lu Zirong seized the opportunity to say, "Quickly, help madam to her flower bath."

Although the room was said to be spacious, with two beds and some equipment, it didn't feel spacious at all. The waiter brought out a large, hard condom and a bottle of purified water. The only difference was that Li Rouqian's was slightly different in shape, looking more like a suction device. The waiter explained that these were all disposable and assured Lu Zirong he could use them without worry. He then placed a large, hard condom-like object on Lu Zirong's penis. Lu Zirong deliberately looked up at Li Rouqian and noticed the male waiter attaching a suction-like device to her vulva. He then connected the tubes at both ends and introduced purified water. Lu Zirong felt his penis swell. The waitress softly asked, "Sir, now try the pressure. If you feel any pain, please let me know." As Lu Zirong carefully felt the pressure, he heard the male waiter gently ask, "Madam, can you feel the water rushing?" Li Rouqian's voice was muffled. "If the pressure isn't enough, I'll increase it."

Li Rouqian didn't respond, only her legs twitched slightly. The male waiter gently pressed down on her legs, allowing her to experience the pleasure brought by the pressure.

The room was quiet for a moment, as if the water flowed with blood in her pulse, or as if lust flowed through her body. The two waiters kept switching buttons, adjusting the pressure.

This went on for half an hour before they removed the equipment. Then, they applied essential oil between their thighs. Lu Zirong noticed that Li Rouqian was hesitant and unwilling to cooperate. The male attendant kept saying, "Madam, Madam, please spread your legs." Lu Zirong saw the attendant forcefully spreading her legs while applying the oil until Li Rouqian finally opened them.

The woman straddled Lu Zirong's lap, watching him repeatedly look up in that direction. She smiled and said to him, "Sir, are you worried about your wife? It's alright, we're just giving a massage. We won't cross any lines without the customer's permission."

Lu Zirong reached out and grabbed her two full breasts, squeezing them in his hands. The woman grinned and removed his hands. "Sir, aren't you afraid your wife will be jealous?" she said, tightening her grip on Lu Zirong's genitals.

"Even Guanyin couldn't stand you playing with men like this," Lu Zirong teased her.

“It’s different. You pay to enjoy yourself, so we have to serve you.” The young lady’s every smile and gesture was just as precise and stimulating as her touch.

Lu Zirong felt an erection rising within him, eager to try. He gestured for the young lady to straddle him. The young lady smiled slightly, moving her full buttocks closer to his genitals before stopping.

Lu Zirong was so eager for her to come any closer that he grabbed her breasts again. This time, she just smiled at him without resisting. Lu Zirong played with them excitedly, and when he got excited, he looked at the cleft of the young lady’s pubic area, crossed his legs, and tried to move her between his legs.

“Sir, please don’t move.” The young lady said politely, still calm and collected. “That would be illegal, and your wife would protest.” She glanced at him unconsciously as she spoke.

Following the young lady's gaze, Lu Zirong saw Li Rouqian turn her head slightly, her body shifting slightly. The waiter's hand moved like a nimble snake between her legs, occasionally asking softly, "Madam, is it comfortable?"

Li Rouqian gave a heavy hum, then suddenly pulled her head back, her whole body arching in surprise. Lu Zirong saw the waiter's hand quickly grasp Li Rouqian's clitoris. "Ah—no!"

"Is it a little too hard?" the male waiter's voice was suggestive, his hand almost buried in Li Rouqian's plump vulva.

"No—ah—" Li Rouqian seemed to want to arch her body.

The male waiter moved faster, staring at Li Rouqian's expression, "Is it like this?"

"Ah—ah—" Li Rouqian wished she could grab something with both hands, her legs kicking against the bed.

"Your wife is very sensitive." The young lady chuckled lightly, but Lu Zirong thrust forward forcefully, her buttocks moving forward half an inch. However, because his manhood was in the young lady's hand, he couldn't penetrate her.

"You scoundrel!" The teasing and flirtatious laughter fueled Lu Zirong's lust. He stared intently at the alluring, full vulva, wanting to penetrate her.

"Use your little cunt," Lu Zirong pleaded, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The alluring smile and breasts weren't enough to vent his desire; if his mother, Li Rouqian, hadn't been there, he would have surely pinned her down and raped her.

"A little cunt needs to eat," the prostitute skillfully manipulated, pinching and squeezing between the foreskin and frenulum, occasionally rubbing her vulva against his, half-swallowing his glans. Just as Lu Zirong was about to thrust, she decisively moved away.

"Slut!" he cursed viciously, pinching her breasts with hatred.

"Rong'er—Rong'er—" Li Rouqian couldn't resist the waiter's teasing; she had already lost herself to his fingers, and was even less able to resist the waiter's stimulation with his penis. Lu Zirong watched as his nimble fingers pressed against Li Rouqian's clitoris, occasionally inserting his penis into his mother's vagina, but not fully penetrating. It was incredibly stimulating, incredibly lewd.

"Rou Rou—" Lu Zirong unconsciously responded, only to be met with an even louder cry from his mother, "Rong'er, Mom can't take it anymore, Mom can't take it anymore."

He hadn't expected his mother to so openly declare their relationship at this moment, which only amplified the stimulation. In front of them, mother and son were having sex. Lu Zirong's blood was boiling, and he could no longer conceal his lust. He pushed away the woman on top of him, crying out, "Rou Rou, Mom! Rou Rou, Mom!" as he thrust his long penis forward.

"Rong'er—Rong'er—" Li Rouqian almost cried. She couldn't withstand the male waiter's repeated advances, yet dared not indulge in pleasure with him, so she could only place her desires on Lu Zirong.

The male waiter, seeing Lu Zirong's enormous penis, with its two thin, translucent testicles trembling, was so frightened he stuck out his tongue and stood aside. Lu Zirong took over, looking at Li Rouqian's disheveled pubic hair and open vulva, and guided her in.

"Rou Rou's mother—my wife." Li Rouqian looked up and saw Lu Zirong, hugging him with joy. "Rong'er, let your mother die." Then, she arched her back and swallowed half of it. Lu Zirong thrust his hips forward and plunged it in completely.

"Dead man—"

"You slutty wife—"

The two cursed lightly as they made love passionately on the small bed in the bathtub, a truly vigorous and intense affair. The two young waiters watched in stunned silence, unsure whether they were a couple or a mother and son. The waitress, still aroused by Lu Zirong's caresses, hadn't dared to be too forward in front of Li Rouqian, fearing she'd upset the customer and lose her job. But seeing the two entangled like wild beasts, calling each other "wife" and "mother," she couldn't resist any longer and embraced the male waitress. The two then began to have sex on the ground.

4.

After leaving the Cape of Good Hope, Li Rouqian broke out in a cold sweat. She couldn't understand how she could have had sex with Lu Zirong in that situation. Had she really become so wanton and reckless? Thinking of her intense pleasure and inner desire, she shuddered. She had actually—she had even called him "son"! Wasn't this clearly telling everyone that she and her son were having an affair? She

glanced sideways at Lu Zirong, who was focused on driving, but remained completely calm. Why didn't he show any fear? Wasn't he afraid of what would happen? She sat there anxiously, watching the scenery rush by.

"Rou Rou, are you satisfied now?" Lu Zirong skillfully drove the steering wheel, deliberately widening the turn as he made it, causing Li Rouqian to lean on his shoulder.

Lu Zirong reached out and stroked her cheek.

Li Rouqian wanted to hear his opinion, but his silence only made her more uneasy. She glanced at him sideways, "Rong'er, say something."

"What should I say? Haven't you said everything you need to say?" He stroked his mother's lips. This was the first time he had sat so close to his mother in the car. Usually, this was only after he had picked up some girls and taken them out for a wild party.

"Mother's scared—" Li Rouqian nestled beside her son, looking up at Lu Zirong.

"What are you scared of?" Lu Zirong lewdly stroked his mother's cheek, teasing her full lips from time to time. "Just now, you were so wild, you wanted to put your son inside you too."

"You're bad! Taking someone to a place like that." Li Rouqian could only blame her son at this moment.

"Hehe, Mother—" They had entered a dense forest ahead, and the branches of the trees blocked the view of the car, flapping against the windows. Lu Zirong slowed down to avoid the branches breaking the windows. "Isn't it comfortable?" he said, looking down at Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian blushed and dared not look at him.

"You slut," Lu Zirong teased, "that kid's technique is really good."

"I'm not doing it anymore, you're bullying your mother." Li Rouqian was embarrassed by his words; she still couldn't accept engaging in group sex with her son.

Seeing that the road ahead had widened again, Lu Zirong lowered his head and kissed Li Rouqian's cheek. "Rou Rou, tell me, was he rubbing your little pimples?" Lu Zirong recalled the scene he had witnessed when he turned his head: the male waiter was kneeling between his mother's legs, his fingers deeply embedded in Li Rouqian's vulva, one finger pressing on her clitoris, gently rubbing and stroking it from top to bottom.

"Rong'er, don't say it." Li Rouqian was afraid of upsetting her son. How could she have the face to mention to her son how someone had played with her mother like that?

"Hehe, can't take it anymore?" Lu Zirong teased his mother. Usually at this time, he would put his hand inside the woman's underwear next to him. "Besides, his little penis is rubbing against you there."

"Bad—" Li Rouqian covered her face when she heard this. That waiter was really bold, actually taking advantage of her loss of composure to rub his not-so-large penis between her labia. How could she bear it? She endured it all, but just as the waiter pressed a finger against her clitoris and inserted his hand into the tip of her vagina, she suddenly went mad.

Could it be—could it be that her son had been watching? A thought suddenly occurred to her. She removed her hands, looking at Lu Zirong with a hint of resentment, "Rong'er, do you enjoy watching others defile your mother?"

Lu Zirong was momentarily stunned by the question. Looking at his mother's venomous gaze, he released the accelerator, letting the car slowly glide forward. "Silly girl, they wouldn't dare break the rules without the customer's consent. They're just trying to push the customer's sexual desire to its limit. Besides—" he looked at his mother's slightly relaxed expression, "I just want to wholeheartedly be a father to my own child; how can I allow others to touch me?"

Hearing her son say he was wholeheartedly being a father to her, Li Rouqian felt a bittersweet feeling. She knew instinctively that her son treated her as a woman.

"Rou Rou, if that kind of man can be my father, isn't that insulting me?" he said playfully, looking at his mother.

Li Rouqian, delighted, rested her elbow on his shoulder, gazing tenderly at him, "Then you can be your own father, no one else can take that away."

"Hehe—" A hearty, relaxed laugh followed, and Lu Zirong floored the accelerator, the BMW speeding away. Li Rouqian gasped, "You rascal, why do you always startle me like this?"

"Mother, your son just wants to fill your life with surprises," he said, his words carrying a double meaning and a barbed edge.

Li Rouqian silently reflected on her ambiguous relationship with her son, how she always endured torment of longing and yearning, followed by comfort, enjoyment, and unexpected surprises. She savored each moment, finding life neither dull nor dull, but full of joy. This man truly made her happy, and a smile unconsciously spread across her face.

“Rong’er, you are your mother’s reliance for life.”

“Silly Rou’er—” Looking at his mother’s languid and weak expression, Lu Zirong felt a pang of pity. He gently stroked his mother’s high breasts with one hand. “Rong’er is your whip of happiness.”

Li Rouqian looked at him in confusion, which made Lu Zirong laugh. He whispered, “Silly Rou’er, Rong’er is your insatiable whip, and also the whip that rides on you and lashes you.”

"Oh dear—" Li Rouqian blushed deeply, surprised that her son had won over her so often. A bittersweet feeling welled up inside her. "Rong'er, I love your smoking, I love your riding every night." She couldn't help but recall the days she spent alone in her empty room, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm just afraid that once you have a fine horse and a good saddle, you won't cherish your humble mother anymore."

Lu Zirong was deeply moved by Li Rouqian's profound affection. "Mother, I can't guarantee I won't have other women, but you are the one I cherish most," he said, looking at her. "Men like novelty and curiosity, but once they've tasted it, they lose interest. But no matter what I try outside, once I'm back with you, I can be unrestrained and wild. Mother, your taste is unparalleled, always making me crave more and more."

"I am your dish," Li Rouqian murmured, her heart stirred by her son's strange words.

“Yes, you are my twice-cooked pork.”

“Go away, have you been eating too much meat these past few days?” Li Rouqian felt her son freely roaming over her chest, stirring her breasts like waves.

“Rou Rou, are you jealous?” Lu Zirong asked affectionately.

“Why would I be jealous? Aren’t you two a perfect match, living happily ever after?”

“You slut, you are jealous after all.” He simply reached in and grabbed his mother’s breast, playing with her nipple with his fingers. “Rong’er just wants to win her over, to get her to join us. After all, she and I came from the same cunt, how could she be so distant?”

Li Rouqian looked at him angrily. “You dead man, you say such nasty things. These days, haven’t you been crawling—crawling—into her cunt?”

This made Lu Zirong even more aroused. “Rou Rou, my slut, your son knows your territory is deserted. Later, I’ll find a place and I’ll search it for you a few more times.”

The mother and son flirted as they drove. Lu Zirong's hand slipped from his mother's bra and expertly slipped inside her panties, feeling as if the ground had been soaked by rain, now a muddy mess.

The BMW crawled along the bushy road, swaying precariously. Lu Zirong unbuckled his mother's belt, pulled the zipper all the way down, revealing pink panties, and then pulled them down further, looking at Li Rouqian's soft, black pubic hair, which he grasped and rubbed. Li Rouqian simply lay half-reclined on the seat, her legs bent and slightly parted on the edge of the chair. Lu Zirong drove while playing with her.

"Darling—" he cried out excitedly, rolling down to see Li Rouqian's fair vulva in this position. Because her panties weren't completely down, Lu Zirong forcefully pulled them down, and a few soft pubic hairs stuck out from the cleft, making the sight even more provocative. His throat moved violently as he swallowed, and with a light press of his fingers, he heard Li Rouqian groan.

“I’ve been distant from Ziyue before. If I had noticed earlier, Daqing wouldn’t have gotten his hands on her.”

“Gently,” Li Rouqian said softly. Lu Zirong felt himself pinching a pubic hair with his force just now, and couldn’t help but smile. He quickly inserted his finger.

“Ah—Rong’er,” Li Rouqian rolled over and hugged his waist, “I owe you in this life.”

Lu Zirong looked down at his mother, and then penetrated her vagina again, feeling his mother tremble. His heart soared. How could she not tremble? Every woman would be submissive under his touch, let alone his mother who loved him. He stroked her a few times with pride, and then inserted his finger into her vagina.

“No, it’s me who owes you, and I’m here to repay you. Mother, this flesh is yours, and I will eventually return it to you.” He cupped her wide vaginal cavity and dug inside. In the past, he had always made women lose with just his fingers in the car. Today, he wanted to make his mother climax like other women. Looking at Li Rouqian in the car seat, he thought of those seductive, alluring women, kneeling between his legs, their thighs spread, being admired and fondled.

Li Rouqian pressed tightly against his waist, her head occasionally rubbing against his crotch.

"Rong'er, Mother owes you, owes you," Li Rouqian said, involuntarily recalling the days after their marriage when she returned home.

At that moment, the BMW entered a bumpy section of road, and Lu Zirong involuntarily gripped the steering wheel. The hand inserted into his mother's body moved with the bumps, giving Li Rouqian even more stimulating pleasure.

He looked at the road while saying, "Ziyue and Daqing are having an affair, which has led her astray and brought losses to the Lu family."

Li Rouqian's aroused desire burned like fire; she wished her son could penetrate her immediately, relieving her thirst. "Rong'er, let's not talk about Ziyue, Mother and you—"

Lu Zirong hadn't expected his mother to be so wanton, actually begging her son. He wanted to stop the car and have sex with her in the car like he usually did with his other women, so he looked around.

The branches of the roadside trees rustled against the car window, and Lu Zirong felt his mother rubbing her face against his crotch. "Rou Rou, you incestuous maniac, we all have your blood in our veins."

Li Rouqian, instead of being angry at Lu Zirong's words, said in a coquettish voice, "It's hereditary."

His lower body suddenly hardened, his pants bulging high. Li Rouqian, delighted, grabbed it, "Rong'er, do you remember Wang Mei, who looks just like Mom?" She rubbed it through his pants, and Lu Zirong felt the rough fabric rubbing against his glans, burning hot.

"Mom, she's our matchmaker. Without her, your son couldn't have been with you." After Agong met Wang Mei, Lu Zirong wanted to use this woman who looked so much like his mother to seduce her.

Li Rouqian recalled the message Lu Zirong had conveyed to her over the phone: "After she ran away from my house, your grandfather suddenly lost his support and was listless all day. At that time, I was very attached to and admired my father, and I often made excuses to visit him. During those days, he seemed like a different person, and suddenly he was full of youthful vigor."

"I remember Wang Mei saying that your grandfather had feelings for you a long time ago." Lu Zirong recalled the happy times he and his sister had shared.

“Perhaps. That day, your grandfather and I went hunting. It was midday, and we were unbearably hot. Since there were no lakes around, we sat on a slightly elevated spot to seek some cool breeze. Your father was very robust then. He opened his robe and had me unbutton my bra to relieve the sweltering heat. I never expected that such an inappropriate action would arouse his desire, and soon he made love to me.”

Lu Zirong had guessed from her mother’s tone from the beginning, so she wasn’t surprised by the result. “Mother, no wonder you had those thoughts about me from the beginning. It turns out that incestuous blood flows in your veins.”

“Rong’er, I never imagined your grandfather would do that to me. I cried and cursed, but he let me have my way, kneeling in front of me and refusing to get up.”

“You naughty Rou’er, so it turns out your virginity was taken by your grandfather.” Lu Zirong reached between her mother’s legs, looking at the large, luscious flower.

“No, your maternal grandfather only came into this world after I gave birth to your brother and sister.”

“That beast Daqing is really lucky.” Lu Zirong roughly thrust into Li Rouqian’s vagina, fantasizing about Daqing and his mother’s first night.

“You little beast, without Daqing, there would be no you, and no us mother and daughter today.” As she spoke, her hands trembling, she unzipped Lu Zirong’s pants.

Lu Zirong knew Li Rouqian was right. If it weren't for Daqing and his mother Li Rouqian giving birth to him, what difference would there be between him toying with Li Rouqian and toying with any other woman? Thinking of this, he unconsciously straightened his lower body, watching Li Rouqian pull out from inside, and happily grasped it. "Rong'er, from now on, Mother will serve you wholeheartedly."

She carefully pinched the swollen, purple glans, slowly pulling it down, making Lu Zirong feel comfortable and enjoy it. He lovingly stroked Li Rouqian's head. "Dear Mother, it feels so good." He felt that Li Rouqian's position was just right for clamping his hand, so he thrust in hard, forcing Li Rouqian to lie face down.

Li Rouqian grasped Lu Zirong's erect penis with both hands, looking at the strangely shaped thing, and slowly took it into her cherry-like mouth.

"Rou'er, good wife, I haven't spoiled you for nothing." Lu Zirong felt the touch of Li Rouqian's soft lips and slightly hard teeth.

As the BMW gradually drove out of the dense forest, Lu Zirong, seeing the surroundings becoming increasingly bright, was eager to find a suitable spot. He lightly pressed the accelerator, driving the car out of the forest. Beyond the edge of the forest, in the thorny area, was a high sand dune with several scattered weeping willows. He skillfully turned the steering wheel, aligning the car with the sand dune, and slammed on the brakes.

"Rou'er, get up." He held his mother's buttocks. Li Rouqian looked up, her eyes pleading with him. Lu Zirong suddenly hugged her and kissed her. "I'll lift the base."

Li Rouqian then touched Lu Zirong's testicles from below, waiting for him to lay the two bases down to form a bed.

"Quickly take off your clothes." He instructed Li Rouqian while cranking the handle, trying to save time.

Li Rouqian, still holding Lu Zirong's testicles, pulled down her pants. Lu Zirong laid the seat flat, turned around and hugged his mother. The car wasn't spacious, but it was enough for him to turn around with his mother in his arms. Seeing her wearing only a top and naked from the waist down, Lu Zirong excitedly placed her in the middle of the seat.

Li Rouqian still held Lu Zirong's testicles from below, guiding him down.

Lu Zirong wasn't in a hurry to enter. He turned his mother's head to face her eyes, "Rou Rou—" He leaned down and kissed her lips. Li Rouqian then hooked her tongue out and kissed him. After a while of mutual caressing, Lu Zirong said, "Today, son will have a good wild time with you."

Li Rouqian's almond-shaped eyes were hazy, filled with a dreamy glow, making Lu Zirong feel slightly lost.

"Rong'er, today Mother will let you have your fill of wild pleasure." Li Rouqian was full of seduction and feminine charm.

Lu Zirong, his lips pressed against his mother's, looked straight into her heart. "Slut, you incestuous slut, watch me—" He lifted his hips, reached inside, gently grasped his penis, ran his hand between his mother's legs, traced the opening of her vagina, then aimed and thrust in forcefully.

Li Rouqian felt the large thing tearing through her vagina, a wave of tearing and pleasure washing over her. She parted her legs, feeling a sense of being stretched apart. "Rong'er, yours is getting bigger and bigger."

"Hehe, I only knew you were fucked by Daqing before, I never thought my grandfather and you—" He teasingly flicked her lips, "Slut, tell me, who's stronger, me or my grandfather?" He arched his back and thrust in hard, feeling almost completely inside. Although his mother's vagina was wide, the opening was tight, and every time Lu Zirong entered, he felt it clamping tightly onto his penis.

“Rong’er—” Li Rouqian hugged Lu Zirong tightly. “Your grandfather was already old then, his sexual prowess couldn’t compare to yours.” She gently stroked her son’s back, her hazy eyes filled with longing. “Deeper.”

Lu Zirong pressed down on his mother’s pubic bone and thrust deeply inside her. He felt his glans touch something hard, and like a boar, he lay between his mother’s legs and began to thrust violently.

Li Rouqian couldn’t help but cry out, “Ah—ah—” The sound echoed in the narrow carriage. She watched greedily as her son and she made love. Through their rhythmic movements, Li Rouqian could clearly see her son’s long, veiny penis moving rapidly in and out of her body, occasionally stirring up pubic hair that clung together.

"Ah—Rong'er, this is the son I gave birth to, and today he has completely entered me, entered my body. Rong'er, you melt into me, I want you to melt into me." In her mind, her father, Li Jiaxi, seemed to appear again. On the wide river, the stream was quiet, the moonlight was boundless, and on the small boat, Li Jiaxi and she recited poems. Now, his son had inherited his father's profession, seizing her pleasure in the passage of his father. Watching her son rise and fall on her body, desire surged like a tide, and her body involuntarily arched up to welcome her son's thrusts.

Lu Zirong held Li Rouqian beneath him, wishing he could penetrate her completely. He gripped her shoulders and pressed hard, making it hard for Li Rouqian to breathe. She had to say in a soft voice, "Rong'er, let's change positions."

Lu Zirong also felt that this position was too tiring. Firstly, the space was too small, making it difficult to move freely, and secondly, this position itself couldn't penetrate all the way in. Hearing his mother say this, he got up, made Li Rouqian kneel on the chair with her hands supporting her weight, looked at his mother's completely split vulva, aimed, and suddenly thrust.

"Ah—" Mother and son both let out a cry of pleasure. This back-to-back position was incredibly exciting, offering a complete experience from both the perspective and the physical sensations. Lu Zirong rode wildly on Li Rouqian's back, thrusting violently.

Just as the two lost themselves in the moment, feeling as if they had disappeared from the world, Li Rouqian suddenly noticed someone standing in front of the car window. She was terrified and fell silent.

"Mother, Mother—my wife." Lu Zirong was desperately fucking his mother. This woman beneath him, his own mother, was having sex with him again and again. He watched with ecstasy as his mother's genitals changed shape under his brutal ravaging. The enormous penis was being pulled and swallowed, spitting out sticky, saliva-like fluid.

"Rong'er—there's someone." Li Rouqian turned to look at Lu Zirong, almost crying.

Just as Lu Zirong reached out and pinched his mother's breasts, he heard Li Rouqian's plaintive voice. He looked up and saw a figure pressed against the car window, peering inside. He then heard the sound of someone knocking on the glass. "Hey, is anyone home?"

Startled, Lu Zirong suddenly remembered that his glass was one-way filtering, so the outside couldn't see what was happening inside. Reassured, he continued to fondle Li Rouqian's breasts, thrusting even faster.

The shy Li Rouqian thought Lu Zirong had stopped and quickly drove away, but instead, he ignored her and continued their frenzied intercourse. Her heart pounded with fear, and she dared not speak loudly, only burying her head and letting out soft sobs. "You bastard, get down already!"

Lu Zirong wanted to tease his mother, mimicking the mating posture of a male dog, thrusting and pulling hard from below. "Rou Rou, I can't get down, it's stuck inside."

Li Rouqian initially thought he was serious, but upon closer inspection, she became angry. "You're going to embarrass your mother to death!"

Lu Zirong... While they were having sex, she chuckled and said, "Rong'er, they can't see inside the car."

Just as the mother and son were feeling lingering fear and a strange thrill, they heard someone outside the car say, "It's definitely city folks out fooling around again. These damn city folks really know how to enjoy themselves. Not only do they go to prostitutes in hotels, but

they also bring them out into the wild for thrills." Lu Zirong chuckled, "Rou Rou's mother, they think you're a prostitute."

Li Rouqian also realized they couldn't see inside, so she calmed down and said, "Bullshit! You think you can treat your mother like a prostitute?"

"Rou Rou, you're Rong'er's only prostitute. Your son will only go to you, you wild pheasant."

While the two were flirting, the people outside spoke again, "It sounds like there are more sounds inside. They must be having sex in there."

Another person said, "Call 110 right away."

Li Rouqian looked at Lu Zirong nervously, but Lu Zirong was lying on top of his mother, thrusting rapidly.

"Hello—police station? There's a car in Nanzhang area, probably someone's soliciting prostitutes here. Coming right away, okay?" Lu Zirong heard a "click" as the phone slammed down, followed by another voice saying, "Damn it, they'll be sorry."

Li Rouqian turned around and hugged Lu Zirong in fright, "Zirong, let's go quickly."

Lu Zirong felt an unusual thrill amidst the shock. Li Rouqian's position allowed his penis to be inside her body. Watching his mother turn and intertwine with him, he immediately hugged her tightly, turned her body around, and penetrated her head-on, opening his mouth to kiss her, saying, "Don't be afraid, the nearest police station is still 20 minutes away." Saying this, he thrust in again, embracing his mother and kissing her.

Suddenly, the siren blared continuously. Li Rouqian pushed him away abruptly, frantically searching for her clothes, "Zirong, drive quickly." Lu Zirong hadn't expected the police car to arrive so quickly. He didn't bother to put on his clothes, hurriedly started the car, cursing fiercely, and slammed on the gas pedal. The BMW sped away with a whoosh. Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted behind them, followed by the clatter of machine gun fire. Curious, Lu Zirong turned around and then chuckled.

Li Rouqian, her face ashen, stared at Lu Zirong, her belt still undone, looking utterly disheveled.

"Rou Rou, we've been fooled," he said, easily slowing the car. Li Rouqian turned back to see three farmers laughing gleefully, while a child fired a toy gun at them. She was both angry and amused, clutching her chest and letting out a long sigh of relief. "Oh my god, that scared me to death, Rong'er, you can't do that again."

5.

The unreleased pent-up feeling made Lu Zirong, who had relaxed, feel a sharp pain in his testicles. He then hugged Li Rouqian's head. "Rou Rou's mother, touch here."

Li Rouqian touched Lu Zirong's drooping testicles, pinching the yolk. "Why are they so hard?"

"Silly boy, it's because I haven't ejaculated inside your cunt yet."

"Bad, so rough." Li Rouqian knew that Lu Zirong wanted her to use her mouth, so she obediently lowered her head and took it in. With one hand, she pinched his clitoris, and his penis gradually swelled in Li Rouqian's mouth.

Lu Zirong held the steering wheel with one hand, thrusting his hips in and out of his mother's mouth. Li Rouqian knew the feeling of a man's pent-up desire, so she tried her best to please him by swallowing hard. His thick, long penis would sometimes slide into her throat and sometimes suck on her small mouth.

“Rong’er,” Li Rouqian licked his penis, “haven’t you noticed any changes in Yue’er?”

“Any changes? She’s become more docile and obedient.” Lu Zirong pressed her head down. “Ah—wife, put it in.” Li Rouqian took his penis in her mouth, and Lu Zirong straightened up, inserting it completely.

“You bastard, are you trying to choke me?” Li Rouqian pulled out, looking at her son coquettishly, her slender jade gloves reaching all the way down, Lu Zirong’s penis stretching and swelling in her hand. “Mother wasn’t talking about her personality, has she been vomiting a lot lately?”

Lu Zirong asked nonchalantly, “Sometimes she’s dizzy too, she said she has a cold.”

“Silly boy, Ziyue might be pregnant.” Li Rouqian swallowed it again, and Lu Zirong thrust in hard, like inserting into her vagina.

“You mean she’s pregnant?” Pressing Li Rouqian’s head down, Lu Zirong wanted to insert it even deeper.

"Mmm." Li Rouqian pulled out, panting, her face flushed. "How could you last so long?"

He reached out and stroked Li Rouqian's blushing face. "It's all because I didn't have sex." Lu Zirong looked at her mischievously.

Li Rouqian rolled her eyes at him. "Your father just died, who knows whose it was?" Lu Ziyue was pregnant at this time, and Li Rouqian felt that it was most likely Lu Daqing's.

"Rou Rou, when Daqing died, Ziyue had just started her period." Lu Zirong said casually. He remembered the day he discovered the secret on Lu Ziyue's thigh. When he roughly tore off her underwear, Lu Ziyue was still wearing a sanitary napkin.

"You mean it's yours?" Li Rouqian asked in surprise.

"Definitely. There was a line of writing on Ziyue's thigh. She couldn't have found someone else." Lu Zirong asserted. He felt ashamed just thinking about it. If someone saw it, how could Lu Ziyue live?

Li Rouqian thought about it and agreed. "Then what do you want to do?"

"Rou Rou—" Lu Zirong pressed her head down, "I want her to give birth."

Li Rouqian suddenly remembered the time she became pregnant because of her father. When her father asked her questions, his first words shocked her. Those words were exactly the same as Lu Zirong's. She said quietly, "You men—I don't know what you're thinking."

"Mother, if Ziyue is born, won't the Lu family have another member?"

"A member, a member. With you as a member in the Lu family, won't it cause trouble for all the women?" Li Rouqian felt a little sour. She felt a little strange about her daughter getting pregnant for Lu Zirong.

"What, are you regretting it?" He watched Li Rouqian licking his glans, a clear liquid flowing from his urethra.

"Mother doesn't regret it. My mouth is sore from licking." Li Rouqian stopped to rest. "If Ziyue is born, let's see how you call her?"

“Call me Uncle, or Dad, it’s fine.” Lu Zirong grinned at his mother.

“You’re such a rascal, just like your maternal grandfather.” Li Rouqian recalled her father stroking her belly with that greedy, smug look.

“Dad, should I abort it?” Li Rouqian lay in her father’s arms, looking worried. It wasn’t that she was afraid of giving birth, but she was worried that if Lu Daqing found out even the slightest clue, it would be an undeniable fact.

“Rou’er,” her father gently stroked her belly, “you should give birth to it. You’re my only son.”

“I’m afraid—” Li Rouqian’s eyes were timid, with a hint of worry.

“What are you afraid of? Daqing and you have had sex, he won’t suspect anything.” Her father comforted her.

“Then—then what will he call me?” Li Rouqian compromised, still hoping her father would change his mind.

Li Jiaxi reached down to Li Rouqian's high navel, stroking her soft pubic hair. "Silly girl, what can't I call you?" He lowered his head to kiss Li Rouqian's lips, his hand slipping between her legs. "He's Dad's child, what else can I call him? You're naturally his mother. As for me, you can let him call me Grandpa." He looked joyful and satisfied. "But I know in my heart that I'm content with having such a son."

Li Rouqian imagined it, but then heard Lu Zirong say, "What's my grandpa like?"

Li Rouqian retorted irritably, "Whatever he's like, he's a bad seed."

"Hehe—" Lu Zirong laughed heartily, "Did my grandpa also plant your seed?" Her mother's soft hair cascaded down, covering half of her face.

Li Rouqian stared at him blankly. "A year after I gave birth to Ziyue, Daqing went abroad for the first time. He originally wanted to take me with him, but your sister was still young then, and besides, I wasn't clean. When I was young, I always had swelling and pain during my period," she looked up at Lu Zirong, "After Daqing left, I took Ziyue back to my hometown. When we came back, I felt pregnant."

Lu Zirong looked at his mother in surprise, "Mother, was it Grandpa's child?"

"You dead man, I didn't have anyone else outside, whose child could it be?" Li Rouqian said awkwardly, her face very unnatural.

"Then did you give birth to it?" Lu Zirong asked curiously. He hadn't expected that his mother and grandfather had such a romantic affair.

“Given your grandfather’s temperament, and considering I was his only son, I had been hoping he would agree to my abortion. But when he found out, he was overjoyed and hugged me, begging me to stay. I couldn’t refuse him, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I agreed.”

“Then—what about that bastard?”

Li Rouqian was both amused and exasperated. Everyone said her son was smart, but when it came to this, he was still adorably oblivious. Half-angrily, she said, “That bastard just followed his father’s example and went into his mother’s womb.”

“You?” Lu Zirong was surprised, suddenly realizing that after Ziyue, who else could it be but himself? Me, Lu Zirong, the grandfather’s child? He hugged Li Rouqian tightly. "Mother, Mother, am I Grandpa's son?"

"You naughty son, I've kept this secret for so many years. If you don't have this kind of relationship with me, I'll take it to my grave."

Lu Zirong scrutinized Li Rouqian, making her a little embarrassed. She playfully scolded, "You little beast, I haven't changed."

"Rou Rou, you're not my mother, you're my sister." Lu Zirong teased.

"Dream on." Li Rouqian playfully slapped Lu Zirong. "Don't even think about changing your way of addressing me." She knew Lu Zirong's words made sense; both she and Lu Zirong were their father Li Jiaxi's children. What else could she be but his sister?

"Then it's fine if you don't call me sister," he cupped Li Rouqian's face. "I want to see traces of Father in you."

"Dead man, how could I have traces of him on my face?" Li Rouqian changed her tone when she heard her son not call her sister.

Lu Zirong slammed on the brakes, and Li Rouqian swayed, looking at him in confusion.

“Rou Rou, I know it won’t be on your face, but his traces are all on your body, inside your vagina.” He reached into Li Rouqian’s pants, touching her plump vulva.

“Rong’er, not here.” Li Rouqian was still terrified; she was afraid of being discovered again.

“Good Rou Rou, I just want to see Li Jiaxi—” he murmured, calling out his father’s and grandfather’s name, “the mark inside you.” He pulled down his mother’s pants, pressed her down in the passenger seat, and carefully examined that mysterious cave.

Li Rouqian didn’t understand why men were so fascinated by women’s private parts. Her father, Li Jiaxi, always carefully examined her before penetrating her during intercourse. “Your father—” Li Rouqian, afraid Lu Zirong wouldn’t understand, “Li Jiaxi, he had one regret in his life, Rong’er—” She turned to look at her son as he spread his hands over her, “You dead man, you’ve already figured out your mother.”

Lu Zirong said, “He even slept with his daughter, what regret could he have?”

“It was because he slept with me that he begged me desperately on his deathbed, Rou’er, I just wanted—I just wanted him to call me father. Seeing my father’s pitiful face, my heart broke. I cried and brought you to him, and you still called him grandfather.”

“Mother.” Hearing this, Lu Zirong instinctively wanted to call her father in front of Li Jiaxi, but now that they were separated by death, even if he had the filial piety, he was powerless. Looking at Li Rouqian’s raised buttocks and her obscene genitals, he vividly imagined Li Jiaxi’s frenzied ravaging of this extraordinary flower. Before his eyes, he seemed to see his father, Li Jiaxi, riding on Li Rouqian's buttocks, frantically thrusting into her vagina, ejaculating into his mother's womb.

"Rou Rou, you wanton wife," he murmured dreamily, then mounted her, his long penis slamming into her vulva with fury. Lu Zirong saw his own large testicles dangling beneath his mother's vulva. Following in his father's footsteps, he imagined himself riding his mother alongside his father, Li Jiaxi. His

purplish-red penis parted Li Rouqian's labia, and Lu Zirong thrust forcefully, feeling his mother tremble slightly, followed by a soft moan, "Rong'er."

"Mother—" he responded, arching his back against Li Rouqian's spine, grasping her breasts, and thrusting deeply into her.

Li Rouqian involuntarily clutched her stomach, as if Lu Zirong had penetrated it. Just as she was about to beg Lu Zirong for help, she felt him thrusting wildly. The feeling from years ago seemed to rekindle; her father, Li Jiaxi, was on a bamboo raft on the Nanzhang River, straddling her back, having intercourse with her.

"Ah—ah—" She reached down and grasped Lu Zirong's testicles from below her stomach, her nostrils flaring wide. Her father and son were giving her unparalleled sexual pleasure.

Lu Zirong felt his father, Li Jiaxi, lying beneath his mother, one hand grasping his testicles, his enormous penis inserted into Li Rouqian's mouth. The two of them were jointly raping Li Rouqian.

"Ah—ah—" A surge of energy radiated from her spine throughout her body, finally concentrating below her navel, erupting like a high-pressure jet from his penis into her mother's uterus.

Later, Li Rouqian wrote a poem specifically for this: "I often remember the sunset in Nanzhang, intoxicated by playing with my mother in the carriage, jade clam chasing the waves, village hooligans laughing and clutching their bellies, swiftly, swiftly, startled, pulling up my waist and trousers." (02-04

Extra Chapter

1)

After returning from Xiaojiayu, Minister Zuo took Xiao Mei and Fan Lingling to visit the Ming Tombs Reservoir, then drove to Mangshan Forest Park. From a distance, Mangshan resembles a giant python. There is a viewing pavilion halfway up the mountain, and further up is the largest artificial lake in the country, where one can see the entire Ming Tombs Reservoir and the entire mausoleum area.

Minister Zuo stopped at a villa complex at the foot of the mountain. It was a high-end villa complex, its architecture featuring natural wood, accented with greenery, and decorated with soulful touches, exuding the warmth of the sun and fields, creating a natural and comfortable atmosphere. Spanish tiles covered the hall and the path leading to the kitchen, surrounded by light yellow cabinets, creating a European country castle ambiance, contrasting with the rustic and sincere American country style.

Xiao Mei stared in astonishment at it all. She had never seen anything so noble and elegant, wondering if she was dreaming. "Dad, this—this is too extravagant!"

Minister Zuo chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Silly girl, don't the wives of ministers in the Republic deserve to enjoy this?" Xiao Mei blushed, her eyes revealing a unique shyness.

Fan Lingling looked around with curiosity, glancing here and there, marveling at everything. "Uncle—" she couldn't stop calling him that out of habit, but Minister Zuo grabbed her wrist. "What did you call me?"

Fan Lingling blinked and stuck out her tongue. "Grandpa."

"Nonsense!" Minister Zuo's face hardened, looking at her sternly. "What did you call me in Xiaojiayu?"

Fan Lingling looked at her mother, stubbornly pulling away. "Mom—Mom—" she pleaded with her mother to stop, while Xiao Mei watched the two of them playfully teasing each other with a smile.

"Let go of me." Fan Lingling suddenly stopped, looking at Minister Zuo with a weak expression, her dark eyes darting around.

"Little thing—" Minister Zuo looked at her affectionately. "Not only do you not call me that, but you also urge your mother—"

"I didn't—I didn't—" she tried to pull away, but couldn't break free.

Minister Zuo pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Lingling, you have to change how you address her here."

"Mom—" She glanced at Xiao Mei, as if to say, "Mom's here, how can I call her that?"

Minister Zuo understood Fan Lingling's meaning and wanted to tease her a little, but unexpectedly, Fan Lingling broke free and ran away laughing.

Xiao Mei looked at them reproachfully, her maternal tenderness encompassing everything. "Dad, you're busy with your own affairs, so don't worry too much about us. Lingling and I can take care of ourselves."

Minister Zuo turned around. "Mei'er, I've arranged things for Lingling. There's a prestigious school here, with a private car to pick her up every day. For daily necessities, just call this number." He picked up a beautifully designed booklet next to him. "If you need anything, just give me a call, and it'll be delivered."

"Dad, I'd rather go buy it myself." Xiao Mei felt that would be too expensive, and besides, she wasn't used to it.

"There aren't any dedicated shopping malls here; everything is supplied by specialty stores."

"Then—then how it is—" Xiao Mei rubbed her hands, feeling like she was just a nobody here.

“You’ll get used to it.” Fan Lingling, still childlike at heart, was engrossed in exploring every new and interesting thing in the room. “Take good care of Lingling,” he instructed his daughter.

Xiao Mei’s lips moved, her eyes pleading for her father to stay that night. “Dad—tonight—”

“Oh—” Minister Zuo saw Xiao Mei’s thoughts and pulled her into the south-facing, sunny bedroom. “This is your room.” The room was opulent, with a double bed a full two meters wide and two large pillows on the headboard.

Xiao Mei’s eyes lingered. “Let’s stay here tonight.” In this completely new environment, Xiao Mei felt both unfamiliar and lonely, hoping her father would stay with her.

“Mei’er, Dad wants to be with you too—” Deep down, Minister Zuo wanted to be with the mother and daughter, but in Xiaojiayu, he received a call from the ministry. There was a reception event that evening, and given the current reception standards, he knew there would definitely be other activities. He didn’t care where he was then. “Dad has work tonight, we’ll talk about it later—” He glanced at Fan Lingling, who was still looking around the room with great interest, and gestured with his lips. “Little one—”

Xiao Mei knew what he meant. That day in Xiaojiayu, Minister Zuo had comforted Fan Lingling and then secretly made love to her in the room, keeping it a secret from Fan Lingling. If her father stayed tonight, Fan Lingling would definitely want Minister Zuo to stay with her; otherwise, given her childlike nature, she would definitely be jealous.

“You can accept that—” Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei, his tenderness suddenly welling up.

Xiao Mei, her face alluring, asked, "So you're going to keep a mistress in a golden house?"

Minister Zuo looked at Xiao Mei, shamelessly declaring, "Silly girl, Dad wants to keep two beauties in one house."

Xiao Mei's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't imagine the scene: her stepfather caressing her body, thrusting into her from behind. She buried her head in shame, afraid to make a sound, but her stepfather, panting heavily, pulled her close, roughly kneading her newly developed breasts. She couldn't bear it any longer and let out a soft moan.

"Her father, please have mercy on your daughter," her mother sighed, pleading.

Her stepfather's thick penis thrust in and out of her vagina, tearing at her tender flesh. Her breasts were deformed from his pinching.

"Dad—Dad—" she pleaded, hoping her stepfather would have mercy on her.

Her stepfather, like a busy ox, used his horns to forcefully tear open her labia, the sharp horns penetrating deep into her flesh. She gasped for breath, letting out suppressed moans. Her

mother turned back, touching her sweaty face with pity, her heart filled with tenderness. Just as she felt the pain and pleasure surging through her stepfather's violent thrusts, he suddenly pulled out, climbed over her, roughly turned her mother around, and thrust himself inside her.

"Ah—" her mother groaned softly, her body trembling as she endured it. Her stepfather, like a rabbit, kicked his legs as he copulated with her. She heard the "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh as her stepfather straddled her mother's buttocks. Xiao Mei blushed .

Did her father also want to be with Lingling? "If you want—" That day in Xiaojiayu, when her father came out of his daughter's room, Xiao Mei was afraid her daughter wouldn't forgive them. But to her surprise, Minister Zuo looked at her with a pleased expression, giving her a sense of comfort.

“Lingling—”

“Little one—it’s alright.” Minister Zuo hugged her.

She didn’t know what her father meant by “it’s alright,” so she looked at him, trying to find the answer on his face.

“Mei’er, Lingling said my teapot is big and can hold spring water, so it’s not afraid of your big teacup.”

Xiao Mei’s heart pounded at his words. She hadn’t expected her father to tell his daughter their private conversation. She felt shy and embarrassed. Her daughter could say such understanding things. It seemed that Lingling had already experienced love.

“Bad Dad, did you fill her teacup already?”

“Hehe, you silly girl, Lingling is very sensible. She’s letting you have your way.” Minister Zuo was pleased with the deep affection between the mother and daughter.

“She—” Xiao Mei was afraid that her father would create a rift between her and her mother.

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter in his arms and whispered to her, “Lingling said she’d let me fill your teacup first.”

“Oh, you silly girl.” Xiao Mei nestled in her father’s arms, feeling both happy and shy, and gently punched his chest. Minister Zuo unbuttoned her clothes, touching Xiao Mei's large breasts. The two embraced and walked to a chair.

"Dad, let's go to bed," Xiao Mei said, knowing her father wanted her, but she was afraid it wouldn't be convenient on the chair.

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter's half-covered breasts, pulled down his pants, sat on the chair, pulled Xiao Mei between his legs, and reached under her skirt, pulling off her underwear.

Xiao Mei remembered the scene her father had shown her earlier; her face flushed red, her pretty cheeks blushing. Looking down, she saw her father's large, erect penis between his legs, the glans throbbing menacingly.

Minister Zuo played with her from under her skirt, his hand wantonly reaching inside her labia, teasing between her labia majora and minora. Xiao Mei clung to her father's large hand like a drooling clam. Minister Zuo half-held her, letting her straddle his legs, his hand reaching inside, feeling her position, and pressing against her from below. Xiao Mei straightened her father's penis from under her skirt, inserting it into her vagina, her eyes filled with lust as she slowly lowered herself.

"Mei'er—" At this moment, Minister Zuo placed his hands on his daughter's thighs, spreading them as wide as possible, and thrusting forward.

"Dad—" Xiao Mei and her father looked at each other, exchanging feelings. When their genitals were completely intertwined, Minister Zuo excitedly pressed his daughter against his chest, caressing her snow-white breasts.

“Dad finally—got you again.”

Xiao Mei pressed her face against Minister Zuo’s neck, exhaling soft breath. “Your daughter will always be yours.”

He pulled out her nipple, looking at the bright red milk bud, and played with it. “If you don’t go to Beijing, Dad won’t be able to have you.”

“I’ll go, I’ll go.” After being separated from her father for a while, Xiao Mei felt uneasy. Every night, her mind was filled with her father’s image.

“Good daughter, if you go to Beijing, Dad can be like this with you forever.” He said, taking her mouth into his mouth and sucking. Xiao Mei looked down at her father’s powerful sucking, the sweetness accompanied by waves of trembling making her almost unable to control herself.

Minister Zuo sucked for a while, then straightened her body. “Mei’er, godfather.”

Xiao Mei held onto her father’s shoulders, bouncing up and down. As she fell, Minister Zuo would thrust upwards, making Xiao Mei’s whole body go limp, waves of pleasure washing over her, and she couldn’t help but moan.

"Dad, just kill me." She said, collapsing onto Minister Zuo's body.

Minister Zuo remembered the popular saying, "Goddaughter by day, goddaughter by night," but this "daughter" was his own biological daughter. Excited by this, he grabbed her hips and thrust violently, slamming Xiao Mei's body up and down.

"Mei'er—Dad will come see you another day." He saw that Xiao Mei, though not refusing, didn't dare to explicitly say so, and knew she was still finding it hard to accept. After all, serving her father alongside her own daughter was unacceptable to most people.

Xiao Mei looked at Minister Zuo with longing, her eyes moist. In her heart, she desperately wanted her father to support the family with her, even if she didn't want such a comfortable and luxurious environment.

"Aren't you going to see her?" she urged her father, afraid that his departure would leave her feeling neglected.

Minister Zuo felt a warmth in his heart, grateful for his daughter's generosity, and smiled with satisfaction. "Okay, Dad will say goodbye to her."

"Lingling, Grandpa is going back now." Minister Zuo saw Fan Lingling tidying up the room according to her own habits, and looked around. The little one was quite organized; the bookshelves and desk were filled with school supplies, looking neat and tidy, although not as coordinated as before, it still suited her girlish taste.

Fan Lingling turned around. "What, aren't you staying here tonight?"

"Grandpa has some things to take care of." He hoped Fan Lingling would come over and hug him.

Fan Lingling put down what she was holding and tiptoed over. "Hmph, I don't want you to be my grandpa."

Minister Zuo liked teasing her; the little girl's spoiled and pretty manner always made him feel relaxed. "Then what are you doing?"

"You're a bad man." Fan Lingling stood in front of him, looking affectionate.

Minister Zuo lifted her chin. "But Grandpa is your mother's man."

Fan Lingling rolled her eyes at him. "Then you'll have to take turns."

"Hehe, little thing." Minister Zuo always liked her innocence and naivety. "Can't you do it at the same time?" He looked at her mischievously.

Fan Lingling blinked, seemingly not understanding.

"Grandpa wants you and Mom to share a bed."

Fan Lingling immediately understood, a playful expression on her face. "You bad guy—" she said, sticking out her tongue.

Minister Zuo, delighted, hugged her tightly. "Little one, you'll sleep with Mommy tomorrow night."

Fan Lingling looked at him and asked, "Then will you come over?"

Minister Zuo turned her head towards him. "Of course, Grandpa will be your mother's man."

Fan Lingling thought for a moment, then suddenly said shyly, "You bad man, you're not learning anything good."

Minister Zuo didn't expect her to say that. "How is Grandpa not learning anything good?"

"You just want—" she pointed at him and said, "to make me and Mommy have sex with you—."

"Hehe, little one." He lowered his head and kissed her. "Grandpa just wants to fuck you and your mother together."

"Then you have to let me see how you fuck Xiao Mei." She didn't call her Mommy but directly said her mother's name.

Minister Zuo deliberately teased her. "Then let me see your little pussy first." Saying that, he carried her to the small bed and pressed down on her. Fan Lingling looked on in fear as Minister Zuo unbuttoned her pants.

A sparse tuft of pubic hair grew upright on her mons pubis. Minister Zuo saw the beautiful curve of Fan Lingling's little pussy, like a beauty's dimples, and unbuttoned his own pants.

"No—" Fan Lingling glanced at the door, probably afraid her mother would see, but this only fueled Minister Zuo's desire.

"Let them kiss." He rummaged around and pulled out his swollen, purple penis and two dark testicles, which hung between his legs.

Fan Lingling's gaze was hot, and she laughed playfully, "Big penis."

Minister Zuo shifted his body down, rubbing his penis against Fan Lingling's vulva, then slowly parted her white labia. Fan Lingling frowned, tilting her head back to look. Since neither of them had taken off their pants, his penis was bent, almost inserted through the crook.

Fan Lingling braced herself on the bed with both hands, and Minister Zuo wrapped one arm around her body, kissing her. The two of them took turns sucking each other's tongues. Minister Zuo felt that her labia were only enveloping his glans, so he squatted down and inserted himself, forcing Fan Lingling to spread her legs. Minister Zuo felt their trousers covering his penis, which was hanging out, so he lifted Fan Lingling's waist and thrust deeply all the way in.

"Bad, bad," Fan Lingling cried out happily, feeling the pleasure of the friction, her little buttocks sticking up, chasing after him. Minister Zuo thrust in hard, making Fan Lingling's eyes go blank, her breath coming in soft gasps.

"Lingling, listen to your mother at home and study hard." He thrust into her vagina, moving left and right inside.

"Mmm," Fan Lingling closed her eyes, enjoying it.

"Good girl," he said, sucking on her slippery tongue. Just then, Xiao Mei called from outside, "Dad, the phone is ringing." Before Minister Zuo could get up, she pushed open the door and saw her father and daughter having sex. She wanted to leave, but then realized she had already seen it, so she stood there without moving.

Minister Zuo felt a little embarrassed. He had originally wanted to get up, but seeing the phone Xiao Mei handed him, he took it without thinking, his huge penis still inserted in Fan Lingling's vagina.

"Hello—"

"Minister, the State Council called, asking you to attend the state banquet reception tonight."

"Understood." Minister Zuo hung up the phone, and Xiao Mei took the phone from him. She was about to turn around and leave, but Minister Zuo pulled her close. "Mei'er, let Lingling go to school tomorrow."

"Understood, Dad." Xiao Mei was too shy to look at their position. Minister Zuo helped Fan Lingling, who was still lying on the bed, to sit up. Fan Lingling shyly nestled into his arms, not daring to look at her mother.

“Little one, you should listen to your mother more often from now on.” He felt his penis being gripped by Fan Lingling, almost slipping out of her vagina, so he subconsciously pushed it in a little further. Afraid of falling out, Fan Lingling unconsciously hugged Minister Zuo tightly.

“Dad, you and Lingling—” Xiao Mei realized she shouldn’t be here and tried to make an excuse to leave.

Minister Zuo stopped her, “Let Lingling sleep with you tomorrow night, I’ll come over.”

Xiao Mei was uneasy, knowing what her father meant, her heart couldn’t help but flutter, her face burning, and she thought of the nights she slept with her mother.

“Dad has a banquet to host tonight.” He said, embracing Fan Lingling with his arms, rubbing her face with fatherly affection, and his lower body imperceptibly thrusting in again, Fan Lingling feeling as if she were riding on his penis.

“Little one,” he pressed Fan Lingling’s body down hard, greedily enjoying the tightness of the young girl, making Xiao Mei blush and her heart race, and for a moment, a sense of romance arose. Minister Zuo dared not linger too long, fearing Xiao Mei would accuse him of promiscuity, so he slowly withdrew, gently pulling Fan Lingling down.

Xiao Mei quickly grabbed some tissues from the bedside and bent down to wipe her still erect penis.

After leaving Mangshan Forest Park, Minister Zuo's mind was still on Xiao Mei and her daughter. His daughter's gentleness and Lingling's charm were unforgettable. If it weren't for the state banquet tonight, he would definitely have been with them. Just thinking about the three of them sharing a bed made his penis involuntarily hard. "Mei'er, Dad loves you—" In his mind, it was as if Xiao Mei was holding his testicles, gently rubbing them. Thinking this, the car quickly entered the Beijing-Tibet Expressway. Minister Zuo lightly pressed the accelerator, increasing the speed to 160 km/h. When passing Zengguang Road, he encountered a traffic jam ahead, and even his military-plated car was powerless to stop, forced to wait for the traffic to clear.

Zengguang Road is a notorious underground black market in Beijing. Minister Zuo had heard of it before, but didn't know the details. Taking advantage of the traffic jam, he looked out the car window at that mysterious road. Zengguang Road wasn't as legendary as it seemed. Pedestrians were rarely seen; only one or two cars occasionally sped by. The shops at the intersection looked no different from most ordinary small shops. Just as Minister Zuo was about to turn away in regret, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision, followed by a short, dark-skinned South Asian man. He scrutinized him closely, trying to make his judgment, and suddenly remembered Lu Zirong. Before he could figure it out, several people quickly approached. Based on his years of military experience, he knew they were plainclothes police officers. He gasped, his heart pounding. The cars behind him honked incessantly, and a dark stream of traffic began to move. He quickly started his car.

2.

Director Liu of the Qingtong City Public Security Bureau reported to Xu Dacheng that, according to intelligence, the drug dealers' meeting place was in Qingtong City, and they might be operating at the Hongren Pavilion tonight. Director Liu consulted him on whether to close the net.

Xu Dacheng pondered. The Red Celebrity Club was strictly managed, with entry difficult for non-VIP members. Using police force would inevitably alert the drug traffickers, not only failing to dismantle the network but also increasing the difficulty of future anti-drug operations. However, currently only he could enter; he decided to infiltrate first and assess the situation.

He instructed Director Liu to have all anti-drug officers operate in plainclothes, using their identities as renters, vendors, and idlers to surround the Red Celebrity Club, and to notify informants to try and enter Qingtong City together.

Qingtong City was brightly lit at night, with a constant flow of cars and people; neon lights, decorative lights, and car headlights created a sea of light, dazzling and colorful everywhere. High-rise buildings stood side by side, and the moon was surrounded by stars in the sky, the lights and moon shining brightly, like a fairyland.

Xu Dacheng drove his sports car, with Xu Ningjing sitting beside him, looking like a couple.

"Dad, I need to pay a rental fee!" Xu Ningjing said excitedly, knowing she would be participating in another operation tonight.

"Silly girl, why would I need to pay to accompany my old man? I'm not some big shot." Xu Dacheng felt particularly relaxed with his daughter.

"You're not a big shot, but you're a high-ranking official, and your daughter is going to be with a high-ranking official." Xu Ningjing said, looking at the surging crowd on the street.

Xu Dacheng turned around and glanced at her. "Then you'll stay with your dad for one night. Tell me, how much?" Xu Dacheng imagined his daughter's worth—was it a fortune for one night or...?

"Bad dad." Xu Ningjing playfully hit her father, her face flushed. "Your daughter is priceless."

Xu Dacheng chuckled. "Then can't I open your gold ingot?"

Xu Ningjing turned to look at him, not expecting her father to say such a thing, and her heart pounded with shyness. "You treat your daughter as—" In front of her father, she was too embarrassed to say those words.

Xu Dacheng knew he had said it. Although he had harbored improper thoughts before, they had only ever flashed through his mind. He never expected that today he would blurt it out, and he was embarrassed by his daughter's words, afraid that she would look down on him.

Neither father nor daughter spoke. The sports car stopped at the intersection with flashing red lights. Xu Dacheng saw a woman dressed provocatively sitting in the car in front of him, leaning against the person in the back seat. To break the awkward silence, he said, "Jingjing, that must be a kept woman."

Xu Ningjing leaned forward to look. "Aren't you envious?" The man hugged the woman's waist from behind and kissed her.

“What do I envy? Dad isn’t—” He chuckled, turning to look at his daughter, “Aren’t you better than her?”

“You naughty dad.” Xu Ningjing’s heart pounded. This time, she looked up at her father, “Do you dare?”

“Hehe, silly girl.” Xu Dacheng’s heart itched, avoiding his daughter’s gaze. Just then, the light turned green. Xu Dacheng pressed the clutch, shifted gears, and gently pressed the accelerator, the sports car slowly moving forward. Xu Ningjing sat silently, not saying a word. Her father’s words had left her unsettled. She remembered the last time she accompanied her father on a mission. In that environment, the father and daughter acted like lovers, ambiguous and intimate. Tonight, they were going to the same place again. She didn’t know what would happen.

As the car approached Park Road, Xu Dacheng solemnly instructed, "Jingjing, tonight's mission is very important. Remember, under no circumstances should you reveal your identity."

Xu Ningjing, of course, knew the difficulty of the mission. She immediately tensed up, feeling a tightness in her chest. Normally, her work at school was simple, and she had never encountered scenes like these, things only seen in detective novels. A sense of fear crept into her heart. She pressed her chest, exhaling gently to calm herself. "Dad, your daughter is an experienced police officer now. I won't let you down." "

Hehe," Xu Dacheng chuckled, "Like father, like daughter." The two chatted as the car gradually entered the park's paths. The trees along the paths intertwined, obscuring the night sky. The car turned another corner, and they saw the brightly lit Redman Hall.

"Welcome!" A man and a woman stood on either side, bowing respectfully. Seeing the badge on Xu Dacheng's chest, a male attendant led them into the hall.

Xu Dacheng vaguely saw figures moving around in the hall. He linked arms with Xu Ningjing and walked to the entrance. There, he saw a striking colorful decoration. Just as he was about to go in, a waiter stopped. His gaze involuntarily fell on the beautifully printed heart-shaped decoration.

"Friendly reminder: Things are getting tense lately. To ensure everyone's enjoyment and safety, please bring your female companions to the hall first to warm up before proceeding. This is to prevent unauthorized entry. Thank you for your cooperation."

Xu Dacheng was slightly startled, realizing that the Red Person Pavilion was indeed exceptional. A simple notice clarified the identities of various people while preventing outsiders from interfering, thus avoiding unnecessary trouble. He turned to look at his daughter, hesitating to speak, but seeing the waiter take a step forward, he reluctantly took Xu Ningjing's hand and followed.

The hall was filled with individual booths separated by frosted glass, symmetrically arranged with elegant double seats and a soft, half-meter-wide cushion. Xu Dacheng vaguely understood the meaning behind it, but he didn't know what level the so-called warm-up was. He turned to look at his daughter, a faint worry rising in his heart.

Seeing the waiter about to leave, he quickly stepped forward. "Sir, how long does the warm-up take here?"

The waiter paused, then smiled and said, "Is this your first time here, esteemed guest?"

"Yes." Xu Dacheng remembered that this wasn't the rule last time.

"The warm-up is for you and your spouse to move around a bit here," he explained politely, "to get used to it."

"Then is it—?" Xu Dacheng glanced at the cubicle, feigning embarrassment.

The waiter smiled. "Everyone comes here for entertainment and excitement. Too much privacy is boring, a private space for two is too tasteless, so we're giving everyone a chance to showcase themselves." Then he looked at Xu Ningjing, "Your wife is so beautiful, it's a good opportunity to show off your figure." Xu Ningjing felt a little awkward when the waiter called her "wife." The waiter quickly changed his tone, "Actually, it's also for everyone's safety. In the past few days, our sentries have spotted quite a few suspicious people coming here." He said mysteriously, then stopped abruptly, "Alright, I hope you have a pleasant time, sir and madam."

Xu Ningjing watched the waiter walk away slowly, then quietly took her father's hand, "Dad—" She blushed shyly, not daring to look her father in the eye.

"Jing'er," Xu Dacheng wanted to say a few words of advice, but before he could speak, he said, "No matter what, you must conceal your identity."

Xu Ningjing held back. Xu Dacheng turned around and pulled Xu Ningjing along, when suddenly he saw a South Asian man walk into the inner cubicle. The image described by Director Liu immediately appeared in his mind.

"South Asian, not tall, with prominent brow bones and thick lips."

He knew that the contact person had finally appeared. He put his arm around Xu Ningjing's waist and leaned intimately against her. Xu Dacheng walked into the innermost cubicle without paying attention to anyone else.

"Hello!" Seeing a young and beautiful woman sitting next to the South Asian man, Xu Dacheng greeted him politely.

"Hello!" The South Asian man looked at him warmly, without the slightest awkwardness. "Hello, madam." He nodded to Xu Ningjing, his brown eyes bright and piercing.

Xu Dacheng, arm in arm with Xu Ningjing, sat down opposite him. A waiter immediately came over. "Sir, what would you like?"

"Two coffees." Xu Dacheng glanced at his daughter, and Xu Ningjing leaned against his shoulder.

"Your wife is so beautiful." The South Asian man clicked his tongue in admiration, but the woman beside him wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Alan—" The South Asian man looked at her tenderly and pulled the woman into his arms. The waiter brought in the coffee and quickly placed it on Xu Dacheng's table. "Please enjoy, sir and madam."

Xu Ningjing glanced at the woman who had wrapped her arms around the South Asian man's neck. A pair of fair thighs were exposed, but a large brown hand was caressing them. The woman let out a soft moan and tilted her head back for a kiss. The South Asian man directly invaded her mouth, then his large hand lifted the woman's skirt and reached into her thigh. Xu Ningjing's face flushed red.

Soft music played in the hall:

"Beautiful flowers don't bloom forever, beautiful scenes don't last forever, sorrow piles up on smiling brows, tears fall on the ribbons of longing.

Tonight we gather in joy,

you can caress me as you please.

After drinking the nuptial wine, let's enjoy

some snacks.

How many times in life can one be so carefree

? Why wait?

" Xu Dacheng sipped his coffee, his eyes occasionally glancing at the woman sitting opposite him, her legs spread wide, a thin strip of silk panties barely covering her private parts, the narrow fabric only concealing the slit in the middle. Xu Dacheng's mouth went dry.

Xu Ningjing noticed her father's fixed gaze and glared at him resentfully, "Bad Dad, all you do is stare at other people—" Xu Dacheng, his face flushed with shame, quickly looked away, his mind already wandering.

"Alan—" the South Asian man softly called the woman's name.

"Ah—" The woman's body swayed, her arms encircling the South Asian man's neck, her soft voice gushing out. Finally, she freed one hand to grasp the South Asian man's erect penis, letting out a joyful cry, "Ah—Dad." Xu Dacheng and Xu Ningjing trembled at the sound, turning their heads simultaneously.

"Alan—" The South Asian man eagerly searched Alan's breasts, his mouth skillfully unhooking her bra. Xu Dacheng saw that Alan's snow-white breasts were already half-hidden, half-revealed. Alan's legs were crossed, seemingly urging the South Asian man on. His hand crawled from the base of Alan's snow-white thighs, gradually disappearing into the narrow, barely covering panties. Xu Dacheng saw the strip of fabric that had been tucked between the woman's legs suddenly stretched out.

"Jingjing—" He unconsciously called out his daughter's name, and Xu Ningjing quickly looked away. Their eyes met, and Xu Dacheng saw his daughter blush and blush. He knew Xu Ningjing must have seen what was happening across the way. At that moment, a soft, sweet female voice sang "When Will You Return?" "

Raising the white jade cup

again, we gather on the Dream Terrace,

more beautiful than flowers,

firmly holding your embrace.

After tonight's farewell, when will

you return?" After

drinking the nuptial wine

, we savored the younger sister's dishes.

How many times in life can one be

so joyful? Why wait any longer?

"Ah—Dad—" The one called Alan suddenly called out again. This time Xu Dacheng heard it clearly. He looked at Xu Ningjing beside him in astonishment, just in time to see that Xu Ningjing also looked astonished.

"Lanlan—" The South Asian man lifted Alan's skirt, turning her buttocks towards him. He gently parted the narrow strip of fabric, revealing the woman's wet, split vulva. The South Asian man buried his head inside, his tongue parting and penetrating her.

Xu Dacheng felt a tightness in his chest, and his penis became erect. Just then, the waiter quietly entered, looking directly at them. "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Seeing the waiter's hands behind his back, looking at them naturally, Xu Dacheng realized their predicament. If they continued like this, they wouldn't get through. He said, "A glass of brandy, please."

"Yes, sir." As the waiter left, Xu Dacheng saw Alan already sucking on the South Asian man's penis with her mouth. Xu Ningjing looked at him, her face flushed, and Xu Dacheng's heart pounded.

"Sir, your brandy." The smiling eyes and attentive service made Xu Dacheng realize the unique atmosphere of the Red Mansion.

"Thank you." He nodded in thanks, but then noticed the waiter's cold gaze. Xu Dacheng picked up his drink, took a sip, and then pulled Xu Ningjing close. "Jingjing, I'll take you all night."

Xu Ningjing clearly realized that her every move was related to their safety and the success of the entire operation, so she leaned into Xu Dacheng's arms. "You're naughty."

Under the waiter's gaze, Xu Dacheng took a sip of brandy and slowly brought it to Xu Ningjing's lips. Xu Ningjing glanced sideways, opened her cherry-like mouth, and took it.

"You little rascal." Xu Dacheng pulled Xu Ningjing close, holding her in his arms. He watched as she choked on her drink, then kissed her.

Xu Ningjing shyly looked away, wrapping her arms around Xu Dacheng's neck.

"I hope you have a good time, sir and madam." He watched the two kissing intimately, then bowed and stepped back.

"Dad—" Xu Ningjing weakly pushed him away, trying to get up, but Xu Dacheng pressed her down. "Jingjing, this place is under video surveillance. If we don't behave ourselves, everything will be for naught."

Xu Ningjing didn't speak, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she reached out to stroke Xu Dacheng's chest gently.

Across from them, Alan was already panting, "Dad—Dad—"

Xu Dacheng wasn't sure if they were really as they called them. He glanced sideways and saw that the South Asian man had already placed Alan on a half-meter-wide bench. "Alan, the rule here is to warm up first. Daddy will—" He knelt between Alan's legs and gently pulled down her panties.

"Daddy—" Alan said obliviously, "Lan'er wants you to really—" Her thighs were already curled up, and Xu Dacheng saw that they were wet, a patch of spring exposed.

"Your mother told me to take good care of you—" The South Asian man leaned down and hugged the woman's body.

"Lan'er likes Daddy taking care of her." Alan sat up, wrapped her arms around the South Asian man's neck, and hung her whole body there.

As the South Asian man knelt up, he glanced at Xu Dacheng. His brown eyes were smiling, and he gave Xu Dacheng a playful look. "Sir, would you like to switch?"

"No—I want you." Xu Ningjing was so frightened that she quickly hugged Xu Dacheng, and Xu Dacheng pressed down on Xu Ningjing.

The South Asian man chuckled, "Okay, it's fate that we're together, sir. Your woman is still shy, let's go to the love house together later."

Xu Ningjing's heart pounded when she heard that it was her father's woman, her face flushing crimson. Xu Dacheng knew that a love house was a place for men and women to indulge in passion, a paradise for sexual intercourse, where everything from partner swapping and group sex to heterosexual acts was available. He was just thinking about how to follow her next when the South Asian man suggested it, and it was exactly what he wanted, so he quickly said, "Okay."

At this moment, the girl named Alan said in a coquettish voice, a little impatient, "Ah—Dad."

He turned around and pulled down his pants in front of Alan, "Alan—"

"Bad Dad, I want you to take care of me like you take care of Mom." She said, looking coquettishly at the South Asian man's erection. The South Asian man chuckled and lifted her buttocks, "Silly girl—" The two teased each other, and the South Asian man grasped his penis and placed it against Alan's labia. Xu Dacheng watched as Alan's small labia were squeezed open, slowly enveloping her enormous penis.

"Ah—ah—bad dad—" Alan gasped for breath, pounding her fists on the South Asian man's back.

The South Asian man lifted Alan's legs, gently pressing them down before violently pounding on her.

"Dad—Dad—you're so bad." Xu Ningjing was horrified. She hadn't expected this place to be so brazen, with father and daughter openly engaging in lewd acts. Her face flushed red as she looked at Xu Dacheng. "You did it on purpose." Her shame and anger were tinged with surprise.

"Jing'er, Dad didn't expect this either—" Xu Dacheng placed his hand on Xu Ningjing's chest. "Dad just wanted to finish the mission first."

"Then what is a sex house?" She had just heard the South Asian man mention it, and she had been tenderly stroking her father's chest as Xu Dacheng gently kissed her.

"It's the entertainment center here, a place where men and women have sex." Faced with his daughter's caresses, Xu Dacheng didn't dare force her, only testing Xu Ningjing's tolerance. "It's a place where men and women indulge in extravagant desires, choosing their own way, entering naked, receiving caresses and mating from the opposite sex."

Xu Ningjing was speechless, clinging to Xu Dacheng coquettishly, "Dad, I don't want to go."

"Hehe, are you afraid—" Xu Dacheng looked at Xu Ningjing's pouting lips and kissed her, "Don't you like those men?"

"Bad daddy, you just like those dirty men—" She put her hand into Xu Dacheng's mouth, and the father and daughter kissed for the first time.

"Is Daddy dirty?" Xu Dacheng's hand had already slipped inside Xu Ningjing's bra.

"You?" Xu Ningjing said coquettishly, startling Xu Dacheng, who quickly withdrew his hand.

"Ah—Dad—" Alan across from them cried out in despair. Xu Dacheng and Xu Ningjing turned to look, and oh my god! The two were completely naked. Alan lay face down on the soft chair, her buttocks raised, as the South Asian man thrust his enormous, slender penis into her rapidly, causing Alan to gasp for breath, her eyes glazed over.

At that moment, the song "When Will You Return?" drifted throughout the Red Hall. "

The spring night waits for no one;

tenderly entering your embrace,

a moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold .

Our joy and love deepen;

after tonight's parting

, when will you return?"

Having finished drinking the young lady's wine

and savoring her dishes,

life is short;

why not enjoy it to the fullest?

Xu Ningjing nestled into Xu Dacheng's arms, too shy to look up. Aroused by the South Asian's bold actions, Xu Dacheng felt a surge of desire, his lower body throbbing uncomfortably. He unconsciously pulled Xu Ningjing into his arms and said softly, "Jing'er, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out like this."

Xu Ningjing knew what Xu Dacheng meant, and said shyly in a low voice, "Bad Dad, what do you want, daughter—" As she spoke, she clung to Xu Dacheng's neck, her breath coming in short gasps, "You brought me here, isn't it just to—want your daughter—"

Xu Dacheng, delighted, grabbed her chin, "Jing'er, this is also Dad's mission."

"Bad—bad—" She climbed up and draped her legs over Xu Dacheng's.

"Life is short, so why not enjoy it?" Xu Dacheng said flippantly, his hand moving towards Xu Ningjing's thigh, gradually sliding up to her inner thigh. "Jing'er, have you seen Alan?"

Xu Ningjing's face flushed crimson to the roots of her neck when she heard her father mention Alan and the South Asian man. "You're so naughty! You want your daughter—you want your daughter to be like Alan—" She hid in her father's arms. "That position—it's so embarrassing!"

Xu Dacheng's heart trembled. His hand slid across Xu Ningjing's inner thigh, and feeling her trembling, he pressed it against her prominent breasts.

"A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, Jing'er." He didn't know if Xu Ningjing had been with Shi Jian.

At this moment, the South Asian man withdrew from between Alan's legs and put his sacred object into Alan's mouth. Xu Ningjing glanced sideways and saw Alan gently spitting out and wrapping the South Asian man's penis. Her eyes widened as she saw the two dark testicles bouncing on Alan's face.

Xu Dacheng was already unbuttoning her pants, pulling and reaching between her legs. Xu Ningjing, being touched by her father for the first time, involuntarily squeezed her legs together. "Dad—"

"Alan and her father are giving each other oral sex," he whispered in his daughter's ear.

"Bad Dad—" Xu Ningjing squinted, a hint of allure that made Xu Dacheng lose control. He had never seen his daughter look at him like that; it was clearly the look of a flirtatious man and woman. He slipped his hand inside Xu Ningjing's panties and quickly tucked it in.

"Ah—Dad—" Xu Ningjing arched her back, presenting her vulva to him. Xu Dacheng's eyes were fixed on his daughter's parted opening, feeling its unusual slipperiness.

"A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the man has a phallus, the woman has a vulva; mutual affection whispers softly, necks intertwined, thighs tangled in a chaotic mess," Xu Dacheng recited, his hand pinching Xu Ningjing's labia apart.

Xu Ningjing, breathless and weak from her father's grip, nestled in Xu Dacheng's arms, seeking kisses. Her hands, clinging to her father's neck, slowly slid down, trembling as they touched Xu Dacheng's erection.

"Ah—ah—Dad—" Alan gasped, her breath coming in short gasps, as the South Asian man flipped her over and penetrated her from behind.

Xu Dacheng could no longer withstand the stimulation. He pulled down Xu Ningjing's pants, looking at her pubic hair, her white vulva glistening with saliva

, and took it into his mouth. "Dad—" Xu Ningjing hadn't expected her father to suck on her vulva. Shy and embarrassed, she reached out and grasped Xu Dacheng's penis, feeling his tongue part her labia, saliva dripping down her thighs.

Inside the cubicle, two pairs of fathers and daughters panted and moaned, entering a state of lewdness.

3.

The Nanzhang River, known as the "Danube of the East," is lined with dense forests that stretch north and south of temples, dotted with villages and homes. Like a red ribbon, it appears and disappears amidst the lush greenery.

Especially at night, when the thick clouds suddenly part, revealing a haloed moon, a beam of clear light shines on the river like a spotlight on a stage, focusing attention on the narrow strip of water flowing from west to east, its surface shimmering. From afar, it resembles a waterside fairyland.

Li Jiaxi gently rowed his long oar, gliding along the Nanzhang River in the night.

"Rou'er, how many days are you staying this time?" He loved the Nanzhang River at night; the cool mist and mysterious forests made him feel the charm of nature from the bottom of his heart.

"What, are you trying to send me away?" Li Rouqian always accompanied her father, Li Jiaxi, on nighttime cruises on the Nanzhang River whenever she returned.

“Silly girl, your mother hasn’t been feeling well these past few days. Dad wants you to take good care of her.” Li Jiaxi sat at the front of the bamboo raft, facing the damp mist. Under the milky moonlight, a ripple appeared on the water, and a carp leaped out of the water, disappearing back in an instant, stirring up ripples on the once calm surface.

“What’s wrong with Mom?” Li Rouqian’s concern was evident.

“It’s all because of your gynecological problems. Your mother says she’s always itchy and congested down there.” Li Jiaxi said casually.

“It’s all your fault, men.” Li Rouqian scolded her father lightly.

Li Jiaxi turned his head. “Little girl, what does this have to do with men?”

“It has nothing to do with it—” Li Rouqian said emphatically, “You’re not hygienic, and there’s always something dirty down there.” As she spoke, she looked at her father in the darkness.

“Haha—” Li Jiaxi chuckled. “Dad always—” He glanced at his daughter’s face, and Li Rouqian pursed her lips to meet her father’s gaze.

Half a candle burned, the wine was gone, her silk robes were thinning, her jade-like peaks were majestic and alluring.

The cave was deep and secluded, fragrant grasses grew lush, and a sword pointed at her slender waist.

How could she express her feelings?

Her delicate hands caressed her jade flute.

Li Jiaxi softly recited, placing his long oar on the bamboo raft and sitting beside Li Rouqian. A wisp of cloud obscured the moon, and the bright Nanzhang River suddenly dimmed. "

I am like Lantian jade, warm and lustrous.

I've always loved to lie horizontally, my crystal-clear beauty evokes pity. And

there's a touch of red, its wonder beyond words.

The night air is cool and crisp, I can't sleep, wrapped in my robe.

Who knows the maiden in her chamber, tears streaming down her face, longing for her lord?

If only a bluebird could come, perhaps it could probe the depths of her heart."

Li Rouqian, her beautiful hair veiling her face, sat cross-legged on a reed mat. Li Jiaxi gently pulled her close. The moonlight was heavy, a gentle breeze blew, and he reached out to grasp his daughter's large breasts. "Rou'er, since that day, I've felt that the journey to this humble abode is not far, and the bluebird diligently seeks news."

"Jiaxi—" Li Rouqian called her father's name, "A distinguished guest from Jiangdong, a boat under the moon, swallows flying in pairs before the old hall. After a cool evening bath behind the secluded screen, she plays the jade flute and then the strings."

"Well said, 'plays the jade flute and then the strings,' I've tuned your strings skillfully." Li Jiaxi parted Li Rouqian's legs and gently touched the strings.

"Dad, you're not hygienic again." Li Rouqian reached inside and grasped her father's jade flute.

"Haha, won't your little mouth clean up my hygiene?"

"Bad Dad, don't infect your daughter." Li Rouqian put the jade flute in her mouth and gently played with it.

"Don't worry, your mother has vaginitis, but you have stomatitis." Li Jiaxi watched Li Rouqian swallow, a hint of pleasure appearing on his face.

"Bad!" A soft, delicate voice scolded, as Li Jiaxi quickly caressed Li Rouqian's area, eliciting soft moans.

A jade maiden's slender fingers played the flute, softly chanting Buddhist music that soared to the heavens. A hairpin gently fell from a branch, as she climbed flowers and plucked cassia blossoms, displaying her beauty. The bamboo raft swayed gently, drifting downstream.

"Rou'er, set up the strings, Dad wants to whip his horse and play the strings by the river."

Li Rouqian obediently lay down on the bamboo raft, and Li Jiaxi leaped onto it, whipping it forward.

"Dad, Rou'er, Rou'er is pregnant." Li Rouqian softly instructed, hoping her father would restrain himself.

Looking at his daughter's plump, white body, Li Jiaxi, with unrestrained passion, rode her with abandon. "Daqing has conceived again?"

Li Rouqian's snow-white flesh glowed with a bluish light under the moonlight. She shyly endured her father's thrusts. "Daqing has been abroad for two and a half months, Dad. Rouqian got pregnant the last time I came."

Li Jiaxi suddenly stopped. "So you mean—this is—"

Li Rouqian's face, glistening with sweat, was filled with shyness.

He bent over and lay on his daughter's back, reaching out to grasp her breasts, exclaiming in surprise, "Really, really Dad's child?" His enormous penis plunged into Li Rouqian's body.

"Bad Dad, when Mother was in the hospital, weren't you still partying every night and having sex every morning?" Li Jiaxi recalled the scene of his wife recuperating in the hospital, and him and his daughter sharing a room.

“Just a few nights, and you—” Li Jiaxi felt Li Rouqian’s plump vagina throbbing. He gripped his penis and thrust it in. Under the pale moonlight, the two rose and fell.

“Dad, I want to abort it.” Li Rouqian looked at the shimmering Nanzhang River, her eyes filled with melancholy. She knew that at this moment, she couldn’t keep this child.

“Rou’er—” Li Jiaxi hugged her tightly, turning her prone body around. His penis slipped out of her slippery vagina, but Li Jiaxi held it and thrust it back in. “Keep it.” He kissed his daughter’s lips.

Li Rouqian pulled away in surprise. “No—no.” In her heart, she and her father had already had an incestuous relationship, and she could never give birth to their illegitimate child.

“Good Rou’er—” Li Jiaxi hugged her slippery body, his hard penis rubbing back and forth between Li Rouqian’s legs. “You are my only son in this life. You will do this for me—” He almost begged her.

Li Rouqian hesitated, unwilling to see her father's pitiful state.

"Besides, it's the fruit of Dad's labor, Rou'er, let's keep him." Li Jiaxi looked into her eyes pleadingly, hoping for her consent.

Li Rouqian sighed softly, "Dad, I'm afraid—afraid our affair will be exposed."

Li Jiaxi kissed her, pulling her into his arms. "Daqing and you have had sex, and your mother—she doesn't know." Li Jiaxi continued, "Can you bear to abort our child? Dad just wants him to be a testament to our father-daughter love."

"Jiaxi—" Li Rouqian called her father's name affectionately, "Then what will he call us in the future?" She had already made a mental concession, considering the child's future.

"What else can he call us? Your child will naturally call you Mom." Li Jiaxi smiled contentedly, stroking his daughter's breasts between their breasts. "Of course, it would be so nice if he could call me 'Dad'."

"Bad Dad, what should your daughter call you?" Li Rouqian blushed slightly when she heard her father ask her to call him "Dad."

"You—" He looked down at their position, stroking them with delight, his lower body thrusting repeatedly to tell his daughter.

"Bad—bad—" Li Rouqian knew her father's thoughts, but she could never bring herself to say that name. Her mother and she shared a husband, and besides, this husband was her father's "father." Could she really call him—? Li Jiaxi was already thrusting repeatedly below.

"Consider yourself my mistress." He repeatedly used that term, and Li Rouqian sensed the wicked thoughts hidden in her father's heart.

"Bad Dad, you just want your daughter—" She couldn't bear to imagine the role she would play, that her mother and she would truly become his—

The Nanzhang River was already picturesque, but under the moonlight, where the water and sky blended seamlessly, it gained an added touch of mystery. Li Rouqian's mother felt much better and, bathed in the moonlight, walked along the rocky path towards the Nanzhang River dock.

Knowing her husband's fondness for composing poetry and strolling at night, she took advantage of the darkness to board the simple dock. The moon was already high in the sky. She sat on the railing, watching the misty Nanzhang River, waiting for her husband's return.

The wind was cool and refreshing, and the scenery on both banks was ethereal, as if veiled by a thin layer of water and milk. She strained to see the water's surface, hoping to spot her husband and daughter. After a long time, her eyes grew tired, so she looked away and rubbed them. She vaguely heard soft voices in the distance, or perhaps faint moans.

Perhaps it was them. Her hope rekindled, and she searched the wide expanse of water. Finally, a shadowy figure appeared in the distance.

A wisp of smoke curled from the small, leaky window; a single, supple oar swept across the spring water; rain gathered, clouds drifted, and the moon shone on the rippling surface; who was playing the jade flute by the southern pond?

She heard her husband's intermittent, soft chanting, faintly mingled with her daughter's high-pitched, delicate voice. A look of relief spread across her face. "Rou'er, only you can still keep your father company with a song in his leisure time." Remembering their close bond, a smile returned to her face after her illness.

The shadow drew closer, the tall figure seeming to struggle to row, but gradually she heard her daughter's sweet, coquettish voice, "Jiaxi—Jiaxi—" Her breaths, heavy with exhaustion, rose and fell.

She didn't know when her daughter had dared to call her father by his name; it seemed that over time, father and daughter had become more easygoing. She knew her husband had always been unconventional, even when their daughter was little, he hadn't acted like a child, often letting Li Rouqian ride on his shoulders, playing horsey games.

"Rou'er, ride on Daddy's back." Li Jiaxi's voice was the same as the day before. The mother cursed inwardly, "Old man, your daughter is a mother of two, and you still play that game with her like this!" Her eyes widened involuntarily as she looked up at the dark figure.

In a blur, she felt as if she were upside down, bouncing up and down with the tall, dark figure. Was her daughter really riding on him? Her face burned with shame. This father and daughter were so shameless; what would people say if they saw them?

As she thought this, she heard her husband recite intermittently, "Two treasures, one navel, one lotus flower, one clitoris; if not for Daddy's strong will, I would give them to my daughter to ride as horses."

Li Rouqian's mother stared in astonishment. Her husband—he was reciting such a vulgar poem! She doubted her ears, but the approaching dark figure clearly showed the white body bouncing on top. She suddenly realized, "My God! Are my husband and daughter doing such a lewd and obscene thing?"

"Jiaxi—Jiaxi—" This was clearly her daughter's suppressed moaning during sex. Oh dear, how dare they do such a beastly thing! "

The boy rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed, playing with green plums. How many days have we lived together, sharing the same bedchamber? "

Li Rouqian's sweet, coquettish voice made her mother dizzy. She forced her eyes open, trying to see what was happening before her. It was getting closer and closer; even their heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

"Rou'er, Dad—Dad can't take it anymore." The strong shadow on the bamboo raft rose up, lifting the frail body high, then suddenly falling. "

Butterflies flutter freely, gathering flowers, counting the blossoms in the courtyard.

The flower lips are full of fragrant dew; after years of longing, tonight I'll be drunk for you.

Moonlight gently falls on her beautiful legs, her plump buttocks pressed together.

She inhales the fragrance of the flowers, her erect jade pestle crushing the crabapple blossoms."

Li Rouqian felt her father nearing his ejaculation, and her body involuntarily slowed down. "Jiaxi—no—don't put it in, daughter—daughter is afraid of soiling our child." Li Rouqian slumped, one hand bracing against the bamboo raft, as Li Jiaxi thrust into her and lifted her up.

Hearing this, the mother felt utterly hopeless. These two beasts already had an illegitimate child! Heavens! This father and daughter had disregarded all human ethics and were pregnant! The world spun, sparks flew before her eyes, and with a splash, she fell into the water. In the

distance, Li Jiaxi felt a surge of desire, a violent torrent erupting and shooting directly into Li Rouqian's body.

"Rou'er, are you saying that Grandma just died of anger like that?" Lu Zirong asked in surprise. She

let out a soft sigh. "It was your grandfather's carelessness. He didn't expect her to come out at this time. Mom—Mom has felt uneasy all her life."

Lu Zirong pulled her into his arms. "Rou Rou, when feelings run deep, it's inevitable." He lowered his head and kissed her. "If it weren't for Grandpa—I don't know where I would be."

Li Rouqian hugged him guiltily. "I'm sorry, Mom had no choice at the time."

"You naughty Rou Rou, your husband almost died inside you."

Li Rouqian sniffled. "It's all Mom's fault—Mom couldn't take care of this and that." She thought of her mother dying because of this, and how she almost caused Lu Zirong's death, and her heart ached even more. "Rou Rou

, don't think about it. You should be grateful for us, mother and son—" Lu Zirong wiped away her tears.

"Yes, you are Mom's only hope." Li Rouqian thought of this failed marriage. Lu Daqing was not worth her cherishing, and her father had already passed away. In this world, only Lu Zirong was still sincere to her. “Rong’er, I don’t ask you to be devoted to me, as long as you have me in your heart.”

Lu Zirong comforted Li Rouqian, looking at her delicate appearance. “My dear Rou Rou, you will always hold the place of your mother in my heart.” Before Lu Zirong could finish speaking, Li Rouqian playfully punched him. “Bad Rong’er—bad Rong’er—”

Lu Zirong saw through his mother’s thoughts and chuckled. “I still consider you my wife.”

“You’re naughty!” Li Rouqian gave him a playful glare, her face immediately brightening. In her heart, she also considered Lu Zirong both her son and husband. The mother-son relationship would never be separated, and the lovers’ relationship was so intimate. Could there be a more perfect combination of these two relationships? For a moment, she looked at Lu Zirong, feeling as happy as a little woman.

“Mother, I’ll take you somewhere tonight,” Lu Zirong said mysteriously to Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian nodded obediently. Their mother-son relationship had reached this point; what was there for her not to trust him about?

Suddenly, she heard several gunshots. Lu Zirong hurriedly grabbed his mother's hand and looked up to see that the Red Mansion was surrounded by a large group of plainclothes officers. He knew that something must have happened inside, so he quickly got into his car and sped away.

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