[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 13-15

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After arranging his father's funeral, Lu Zirong felt a surge of confidence. His cowardly elder brother was no match for him, and he had also managed to win over his sister, Lu Ziyue. He was glad he had leverage over his sister; otherwise, his father's will and shares alone would have brought him to ruin. Yesterday

, Hei Niu called, saying that Agong had received another large order, and he was worried about the transportation channels. Lu Zirong instructed Hei Niu to keep a close eye on things to prevent leaks, while he arranged for vehicles. His biggest worry was that something had happened to Zuo Shanshan. Their hasty meeting before leaving made him realize the instability of the General's political situation; if that were the case, his entire plan would fall apart. He picked up his phone and dialed Zuo Shanshan's number.

"Shanshan, how's Dad?"

"He's fine," Zuo Shanshan's weak voice sent a chill down his spine.

"Why does he sound like that?" He worried that Zuo Shanshan was hiding something.

"I have a bit of a cold," Zuo Shanshan said weakly. "Someone on Dad's side embezzled public funds, but it's nothing serious." "

Then hurry up and get things set up at the company. I'll go over in a couple of days." He wanted to use this opportunity to find out the details.

"Dad—" She wanted to tell her father some things, but the words caught in her throat. Zuo Shanshan hesitated and changed the subject. "I've found a storefront in Wangfujing and we're negotiating the rent."

"Good." Lu Zirong smiled with satisfaction. He hadn't expected Zuo Shanshan to be so efficient. He said, "I'll treat you well later."

Hearing this, Shanshan felt a mix of emotions. That scene that day was unbearable. Her father—he had actually been with her mother in the living room—that image was clearly imprinted in her mind. Her father's large hand had slipped inside her mother's pajama bottoms. She could even see his hand groping inside. Based on her womanly intuition and understanding of her father, she knew he was definitely touching her mother's private parts. Remembering how his large hand had groped her in the past, a wave of jealousy rose in her heart.

"Bad dad, all men are the same." She cursed inwardly, secretly hoping her father would give her an explanation, but in the past few days, she hadn't even seen his face. Sigh—once a man gets something, he discards it like a worn-out shoe. Was she just an old shoe in her father's heart? No wonder, with so many women in his life, he wouldn't care about her at all, especially since she was a used woman. Imagining being with her father, she felt truly unwilling.

"Shanshan, are you feeling unwell?" Lu Zirong asked with concern when Zuo Shanshan remained silent for a while.

"It's nothing, I just talked to a colleague." Zuo Shanshan came back to her

senses. "Okay, I'll hang up then." Lu Zirong hung up the phone, still imagining Zuo Shanshan's voice and smile. In university, because of his inferiority complex, he could only admire Zuo Shanshan from afar. Although he had had those thoughts, his lowly status made him feel cheated. If he had achieved something earlier, perhaps his relationship with Shanshan would have lasted much longer.

He secretly rejoiced at their reunion, which would undoubtedly be a great boost to his career. Once the Beijing office was established, it would be his protective umbrella, and the Lu family's business would flourish.

Just as he thought this, the phone rang.

"Hello—" It was an unfamiliar number. He glanced at it a few times before answering.

"Is this Mr. Lu?" The slow, deliberate voice angered him. Who dared to be so audacious?

"Ah, yes, it is. Who is this?" Lu Zirong asked curtly.

"Never mind who I am for now, listen to this voice." Before he could finish speaking, he heard a girl crying, "Brother—brother—it's Yanzi."

Lu Zirong's heart tightened. This scene was all too familiar. His sister had been kidnapped? The thought sent chills down his spine.

"Well? You recognized it, didn't you?" The strange voice called out again.

"Damn it—" Lu Zirong couldn't help but curse. Who dared to mess with him? No sooner had he uttered a curse than he heard the other party command, "Stop, Lu Zirong. I'm telling you, if you dare curse again, I'll rape your sister first."

"You?" He was used to this kind of tone when speaking to others, but today, someone was threatening him. The thought of his sister being in someone else's hands sent chills down his spine. If they really didn't care, wouldn't Yanzi be ruined? Her delicate body could withstand a few blows, let alone facing a pack of wolves. He had to calm them down first. "What do you want—?"

"Haha—" Although the other party put on a tough tone, they couldn't hide their underlying cowardice. "You still have the nerve to ask me at a time like this?"

Lu Zirong immediately said, "Then name your price."

"Straightforward!" The other party was also quick and decisive, "1 million."

Lu Zirong hesitated for a moment, gritting his teeth, wishing he could skin them alive. But as much as he hated them, the most important thing now was to rescue Yanzi.

"What, not worth it?" Seeing him hesitate, the other party immediately pressed, "Have you thought it through? 1 million for a complete sister." The other party deliberately emphasized the word "complete," and Lu Zirong knew what that meant, so he hardened his heart and said, "Okay, it's settled. Location."

"The Happiness Cemetery in the western suburbs, under the largest tombstone in the northwest corner, tonight."

Lu Zirong hung up the phone and let out a long breath. He had just landed a big deal, but then encountered such a thorny situation. The Happiness Cemetery was surrounded by an open area, where no one could hide. The other party had chosen that location, clearly worried about hidden dangers. If anything happened, it would be immediately obvious. Naturally, he couldn't swallow this insult, but now he had no choice but to accept it. Calling the police was out of the question, and Black Bull was far away in Agong. It was better to pay up than risk getting caught in the crossfire later. With that thought, he immediately dialed a number.

"Old Miao, get me 1 million right now, cash only." Then he lit a cigarette, pondering how to proceed.

In the pitch-black night, Lu Zirong drove alone. Approaching the cemetery, he shone his headlights around, startling a few mountain birds into flight before he finally got out of the car.

The dark, towering mounds seemed even more eerie in the early winter, especially when a gust of wind blew, creating a rustling sound that sent chills down his spine. Lu Zirong drove straight to the northwest corner and saw a solitary, tall tomb. He lifted the heavy tombstone, placed the bag he had packed on it, and slowly closed the lid. Then he turned and left.

He knew that according to the rules of the underworld, once the desired items were confirmed, they would immediately notify the release of the person. Based on his years of experience, he could tell that the kidnappers were no ordinary petty thieves.

Sitting in the waiting room, he quietly waited for his phone to ring. Perhaps half an hour later, he would receive a call. Lu Zirong knew it wasn't a good time to go anywhere else, because he could receive a call from the kidnappers at any moment, asking them to pick him up at a location they deemed suitable.

Although Qingtong wasn't a large place, it was still a transportation hub, with trains from both the north and south passing through. Lu Zirong sat in the bustling hall, feeling as if he were in a deserted place. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He quickly picked it up, only to find it was his mother calling.

"Mom—" he called out casually in this place, at this moment.

"Rong'er, where are you?" His mother's voice was still soft and gentle, comforting to the ear. Since his father's death, Lu Zirong, fearing gossip and his brother's suspicions, had become somewhat distant from his mother.

Lu Zirong bowed slightly. "At the station." At this moment, for some reason, he felt a pang of attachment to his mother. Perhaps in times of tension and danger, one longs for the presence of loved ones.

"Are you leaving?" His mother's voice held a question, and Lu Zirong seemed to see his mother's worried face.

"No—" He didn't know how to tell his mother to ease her worries. His hesitation only increased Li Rouqian's anxiety.

"Has something happened, Rong'er?"

"Mom—I—I—" The long-standing worry and tension made Lu Zirong want to vent, but he couldn't afford to be careless. The outcome was about to be revealed; could his mother bear it?

"I'll come over." Without waiting for Lu Zirong's reply, Li Rouqian hung up.

Li Rouqian, travel-worn, entered the hall and saw her son's anxious face. "Rong'er, what happened?" She had never seen her son like this before, so different from his usual arrogant self.

"Mom, don't worry, Yanzi—" he stammered, still unable to think of how to tell his mother. Li Rouqian could tell from her son's words and actions that something serious had happened; otherwise, he wouldn't be so distraught. Just as she was eager to know what had happened, she heard Lu Zirong's phone ring.

"Hello—" Lu Zirong's anxious voice made Li Rouqian hold her breath.

"Okay, okay." He put down the phone, took his mother's hand, and hurriedly started the car. Neither spoke a word the rest of the way. At this moment, the tacit understanding between mother and son was fully demonstrated. Li Rouqian knew that things had come to this point, and her son certainly didn't know the details. Only at the Dynasty Hotel could the truth be revealed. From his driving posture and expression, she could see the anxiety and unease in his heart. Could it be related to her daughter, Yanzi?

Li Rouqian silently counted to the third intersection, and finally saw the indicator light flashing. Her heart relaxed slightly.

"Miss, room 809." Lu Zirong jumped out of the car and said as soon as he entered the room.

"Are you Mr. Lu?" the receptionist asked warmly.

"Yes." Lu Zirong wasn't surprised; there would definitely be an explanation at this point.

"A gentleman just informed me that a room has been reserved for you. Please come this way."

The moment he opened the door, he heard a faint groan. His eyes searched around, and he entered the suite. Suddenly, he noticed a body wriggling under the covers and rushed over.

"Yanzi—"

"Buzz—buzz—" Lu Ziyan groaned weakly.

"It's Yanzi." Li Rouqian tenderly pulled back the covers and hugged her tightly. Lu Zirong, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief and gently removed the towel from Lu Ziyan's mouth.

"Brother—" Tears of grievance flowed with her sobs as Lu Ziyan buried her face in her mother's shoulder and wept.

"It's alright, it's alright." Lu Zirong comforted her while gently untying the ropes binding his sister's hands.

"Zirong, what happened?" Li Rouqian asked, her earlier anxiety turning into a burning desire for an answer.

Seeing his sister unharmed, Lu Zirong felt a wave of relief. "Yanzi was kidnapped."

"What did you say?" Li Rouqian asked in surprise, her eyes wide. When she realized her question was unnecessary, she suddenly remembered something. "Zirong, go down and check the front desk." In her experience, anyone who booked a room here would leave clues, at least an ID card. But she had been too naive.

Lu Zirong gently shook his head. "Mom, it's no use, it's all fake." He looked at his mother's puzzled gaze. "Besides, I don't want to make a scene. Even if it costs money, it's better to avoid trouble."

"Then—Yanzi—they didn't do anything to you, did they?" After the initial shock, as a woman, she remembered the harm women could suffer at this time.

"Mom," Lu Ziyan said shyly, "they—" leaning on her mother's shoulder, she whispered, "They're so bad, those scoundrels—" Lu Ziyan pushed her mother away.

"Brother, you'll pay them back." She stretched out her legs, looking coquettish and silly.

"Are they—?" Filled with questions and resentment, Lu Zirong regretted not taking action earlier. These untrustworthy bastards... he secretly harbored murderous intent. But it's understandable; even a god couldn't resist such a delicate beauty. A woman's beauty is, in fact, a sin.

"Hurry up!" Lu Ziyan glared angrily at her brother.

Lu Zirong glanced at his mother and untied Lu Ziyan's belt.

"Gently." Li Rouqian, fearing her daughter would be badly hurt, tenderly pulled down her pants. What else could she say at this point?

A piece of white tape covered the woman's private parts, with a line of bright red writing on it: Untouched.

All his worry and anger vanished. Lu Zirong's previously angry face broke into an irrepressible smile. These ungrateful bastards!

Li Rouqian also smiled secretly; she hadn't expected these thugs to so easily trick their family.

"Brother, peel it off for me." Lu Ziyan looked down at her sealed lower body, coaxing her brother.

"Little girl—" Her mother, Li Rouqian, affectionately poked her finger, a blush spreading across her charming face. She knew that with her daughter's temperament, she would definitely use the pain to plead for love. Seeing her son not moving, Li Rouqian's eyebrows twitched playfully, "Aren't you going to unseal it for your sweetheart?"

Lu Ziyan looked at him coquettishly, which made Lu Zirong's lust rise. He gently bent down and slowly peeled off the tape with bright red writing on it.

On her clean, white vulva, the sparse pubic hair lay flat between her legs as if it had been pressed flat. Her once full labia were wrinkled and stretched there due to long-term compression. Lu Zirong's heart soared at the sight. If his mother hadn't been there, he really would have hugged his sister and begged for sex.

"Rong'er, I'll go run some water so Yanzi can wash up later." Seeing the situation, Li Rouqian knew her daughter needed comfort and a man's tenderness, so she tried to leave under a pretext.

"Mom, let me run it." Lu Zirong knew his mother's thoughts; she wanted him and his sister to be affectionate, but she was afraid of hurting her mother's feelings.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziyan said, "Mom, let brother run it. We'll wash together later."

Li Rouqian's heart pounded. This outspoken daughter of hers was truly troublesome; she had no sense of propriety whatsoever. Seeing her son had already left, Li Rouqian lightly cursed, "Shameless."

Lu Ziyan rolled her eyes at her, "Who's shameless? Mom, I was just terrified, I just wanted him to calm me down." Li Rouqian's heart softened again. Thinking about what had just happened, it was truly terrifying—bound hand and foot, a towel stuffed in her mouth—a scene she only ever saw on television. She said with lingering fear, "Okay, okay, let him calm you down."

She looked at Lu Ziyan's naked body, "Yanzi, did they really not do anything to you?"

Lu Ziyan pouted, "Those scoundrels, they're just scoundrels, stripping me naked, Mom, I was so scared." She suddenly showed a frightened expression, "You know, I'm afraid—afraid they'll defile my body."

"Yanzi, Mom is scared too." Li Rouqian went along with her, imagining the scene. "If—if they had—"

"If they had defiled me, I'm afraid my brother wouldn't want me anymore," Lu Ziyan said, her voice trembling with tears.

Li Rouqian comforted her with a mixture of resentment and pity, "Silly girl, your brother isn't that kind of person."

"Mm." She nodded like a child, "If they—if they had violated my body, I would—" At this point, Lu Ziyan showed a resolute expression, then smiled happily, "Fortunately—fortunately they only put that on me."

Li Rouqian looked at her daughter's expression, both amused and exasperated. She hadn't expected her daughter to be so infatuated with her son. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about her own safety, but rather what her brother thought of her. In her heart, her chastity was more important than life itself. "They just want your brother to 'open' your virginity."

"Mom—" Lu Ziyan said sweetly, "I just want to leave it for my brother alone." After saying that, she leaned on Li Rouqian's shoulder, her eyes filled with longing, "Tonight, I want him to 'open' our virginity."

Li Rouqian's face immediately burned. "Go ahead and be crazy, you siblings can go crazy, but I can't bear the shame." Li Rouqian said coquettishly.

"Mom—" Lu Ziyan's eyes shimmered with affection as she turned to look towards the bathroom. "Brother, is the water ready?" Lu Ziyan called out to her mother with a giggle.

"Yes, yes." Lu Zirong tested the water temperature, his breath steaming in the warm water.

"I want you to carry me over." She opened her arms, winking at her mother, making Li Rouqian feel a pang of jealousy.

Lu Zirong, afraid of embarrassing his mother, casually replied, "Come over here yourself."

"No, I won't!" Lu Ziyan pouted. "My feet are all tied numb, I can't walk." She was telling the truth; the thugs had bound her hands and feet tightly to stop her resistance.

Lu Zirong couldn't persuade her otherwise, and not wanting his mother to carry him, he had no choice but to go over. "See if you keep causing trouble, I'll spank you," Lu Zirong said to his mother, a little embarrassed.

"Brother, I want you to promise me one thing," Lu Ziyan said coquettishly, looking at her brother.

"What thing?"

"You promise me first."

Lu Zirong hesitated, afraid his sister would embarrass him; he wondered what kind of tricks this mischievous sister might have up her sleeve.

Lu Ziyan secretly winked at her mother, and Li Rouqian said with a smile, "Just promise her."

Lu Zirong hardened his heart and nodded.

"Mom, you saw it, you can't go back on your word."

"Brother won't go back on his word," Lu Zirong said firmly.

Lu Ziyan chuckled mischievously, whispering in Lu Zirong's ear, "Tonight I want you to wash Mom's private parts."

"You?" Lu Zirong was startled. "You brat!" He raised his hand to hit her.

Lu Ziyan dodged. "Mom, Mom, look at my brother."

Li Rouqian watched the siblings' antics and chuckled. "Crazy girl, serves you right. Rong'er, what did she say?" This made Lu Zirong stop, unsure how to answer his mother.

Lu Ziyan clapped her hands. "Brother, tell her, tell her!"

Lu Zirong made a move to hit her, but Lu Ziyan dodged again. "If you don't tell, then—" She looked at her brother mischievously. "Mom, I'm trying to keep it from you."

Li Rouqian knew it wasn't good news, but unwilling to miss the opportunity, she said, "Then let's see if you can control him."

Lu Ziyan's face suddenly darkened. "Brother, Mom's words have a hidden meaning. How about you kiss my—my little pussy?" she said, looking at him defiantly.

Li Rouqian was embarrassed, not expecting her daughter to act so recklessly. "You little slut, how could you say such a thing?" she said, her face flushing red. She had hoped her son would readily tell the truth, but his hesitation saddened her.

Lu Zirong, of course, saw through his mother's thoughts. Just as he was caught in a dilemma, he heard her say, "How could he tell me? He couldn't be happier." Her eyes welled up with tears. Hearing this, Lu Zirong knew his mother had misunderstood him. He hardened his heart and said, "Li Rouqian, I'm telling you, she wants me to wash your cunt tonight."

"Oh, you little beast!" Li Rouqian covered her face in shame, but then heard Lu Ziyan's series of giggles.

"Brother—brother—carry me over." She stretched out her arms and hugged Lu Zirong. Just as Lu Zirong was admiring his mother's shyness, Lu Ziyan thrust her hips against her brother's face. "Brother—"

A wisp of fluffy pubic hair tickled his cheek. Afraid that his mother would see, Lu Zirong glared at his sister, but Lu Ziyan grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against her vulva.

"Crazy hussy!" Lu Zirong was aroused by his sister's teasing. He wanted to have sex with both mother and daughter, but having just experienced a catastrophe, he was afraid his mother wouldn't be able to let go.

"Carry me!" Lu Ziyan persisted.

Lu Zirong then slipped his hand between his sister's legs, touching her wet, soft vulva.

"Brother—brother—" Lu Ziyan giggled, almost riding on Lu Zirong's shoulders. She excitedly squeezed against him, hugging his head. Just before entering the bathroom, she turned back, "Mom, brother will wash you in a bit."

Li Rouqian listened to her siblings playfully entering the bathroom, feeling a pang of sadness and disappointment. Hearing her daughter call her name, she retorted without curiosity, "Wash your cunt!"

The door slammed shut, and Li Rouqian looked disappointedly at the drafty bathroom, hearing her daughter's startled cry, "Brother—brother—don't—" She was clearly trying to avoid him.

Lu Zirong's voice came through, "Yanzi, stop fooling around."

"Are you disgusted by her?" Lu Ziyan complained.

Lu Zirong's voice trailed off, "Mom—"

"What's Mom afraid of? That day—that day you said you'd be with Mom—" Lu Ziyan recalled the conversation between the two siblings in the backyard that day, and interrupted, "Besides, Mom still wants you to wash mine—" She suddenly stopped, "Do you—dislike my—pussy?"

"Nonsense again?"

Lu Ziyan's mood plummeted as she said this, "I knew you disliked me, then I—I'd rather be dead."

Lu Zirong was so frightened that he hugged her tightly, whispering, "Yanzi, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your cunt off."

Lu Ziyan cried and said, "Brother, if you dislike me, just tear your sister off, so I won't have to think about you."

"Good sister, brother likes you, likes your slutty cunt." Lu Zirong couldn't do anything about her, so he could only coax her.

"Then kiss it, I—I haven't been dirtyed by them." Lu Ziyan stuck out her cunt and looked at Lu Zirong.

"I know, I know, I'll get it for you, okay?"

"Brother, I only want you." Lu Ziyan looked at her brother affectionately.

"Silly girl—" Lu Zirong looked at her gratefully, knowing that his sister's heart could not hold anyone else. The two chattered inside, making Li Rouqian's heart flutter with longing. She cursed Lu Zirong sourly, calling him a big, lazy good-for-nothing. He was sure he was with that girl this time—oh dear, no way, her hand unconsciously reached for her own private parts.

"Brother, I really wasn't with them, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see your sister right now." Lu Ziyan still confessed.

"Yanzi—I won't let you think like that. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

Hearing her brother's words, Lu Ziyan closed her eyes happily. "I'm just afraid you won't want me. Brother, why don't you take your sister with you? Wherever you go, your sister will be yours."

"Silly girl, if it were easy to take, I would have already put her in my pocket." Lu Zirong went along with his sister's words.

"I don't want you to put it in your pocket," Lu Ziyan said unhappily.

"Then where should I put it?" Lu Zirong pretended not to know, waiting for his sister to speak.

Lu Ziyan thought for a moment, then whispered in her brother's ear, "I want you to put it on your dick."

"I'll spank you, you little slut," Lu Zirong cursed, pinching her bottom. Lu Ziyan felt her brother's affection. "I know you like Mommy too."

Hearing this, Li Rouqian felt a tingling sensation in her heart. She hoped Lu Zirong would say something that would move her.

"How about you put it on Mom's pussy too?"

"You bad boy!" Lu Zirong exclaimed happily, "Then I can still work." He imagined the pleasure of having his mother and sister sandwiched between him. "Yanzi, if it were possible, I would hope that you and Mom—"

Lu Ziyan thought for a moment and then chuckled, a bright laugh. "Who told you to work? You're always fucking us, mother and daughter."

"You little slut, then I'll fuck you first."

"Brother—brother—" Lu Ziyan, for some reason, pushed him away with both hands. "Call Mom in."

Looking at his sister's charming appearance, Lu Zirong felt a surge of lust. Besides, his sister's body was already clean and flawless in the steamy mist. He stared at the tuft of pubic hair dripping with moisture, and his hand slowly reached out. "Yanzi, I'll fuck you first." Lu Zirong touched his penis to his sister's vulva.

Lu Ziyan's eyes blazed with lust. "Anyway—anyway, Mom and I are—"

"Anyway what?" Lu Zirong asked knowingly. His sister's vulva was glistening, her lips full and plump. He greedily parted them, peering inside.

"They're all yours, brother. Have you read all the poems Mom wrote?" Lu Ziyan remembered the diary her mother had given her, filled with her boundless affection for her son.

"Yanzi, those are all lewd poems. Don't learn from her." Lu Zirong was amused. His mother's lewd words were enough to ecstasy for him, not to mention the added sentimentality of a woman.

"Hmm, I also find them rather lewd, but Mom has always been deeply in love with you."

"Yanzi, stop talking, give them to your brother—" Lu Zirong raised his penis and brought it close to her. Lu Ziyan trembled as she grasped it. "Brother, it's so big!"

"Big can't compare to the depth of Mom's cunt." Lu Zirong said roughly. He wished Li Rouqian were here too, two beautiful flowers in full bloom, which he could pluck and harvest at will.

"Two cherries, four lips, let me pick them, let me taste them. I often spread out the quilt, hoping for your arrival, my brows revealing longing for you in spring. Butterflies flutter by the west garden gate, my belt loosens, tears of longing fall. The autumn wind is chilly, is she still here? The flowers at Zhangtai are all broken. Brother, Mother's poem perfectly captures the pain of longing."

Lu Zirong imagined his mother's gentle smile, their playful embrace in the garden, his whole body going weak. He unconsciously increased the force in his hands, roughly prying open his sister's lips and pressing his lips to hers.

"Brother—Brother—" Lu Ziyan cried, trembling.

"You little hussy, I'm your father." He smacked his sister's lips, looking up to see Lu Ziyan smiling down at him, her cheeks rosy and plump, intoxicatingly beautiful.

Li Rouqian, hearing this outside, felt her body go limp, humming, "Rong'er, Rong'er, you are my husband." Hearing Lu Zirong ask his daughter to call him father, she knew her son still cared for her. She pulled the covers over herself and involuntarily pulled down her pants, her body tingling as she touched herself.

"Brother, you're Yanzi's husband," Lu Ziyan said affectionately, not expecting this.

"Brother is also Li Rouqian's husband," Lu Zirong corrected, licking inside his sister's vagina.

"Hmph," Lu Ziyan chuckled, "She should call you son-in-law." She suddenly grabbed Lu Zirong's penis, which he felt swell.

"Wearing a green silk jacket. Small feet bound and pointed. Untying the fragrant silk sash. Stripped naked. Inserting a twig. Biting my whole body."

Hearing this, Lu Ziyan hugged her brother tightly, wanting to melt into his body. But in her excitement, the soapy floor slipped, and she fell flat on her back, her head slamming against the floor.

"Ouch—ouch—" Lu Ziyan covered her head with her hands, moaning softly.

Lu Zirong panicked and hugged his sister tightly. "How are you? How are you?"

Li Rouqian's hands were busy between her legs when she heard a sound from inside. She rushed in without even taking off her clothes. "Where did you bump your head?"

"Mom, my head, my head." Li Rouqian helped her daughter up and touched it. There was a bump the size of an egg. She nestled it in her arms with heartache. "

You're always being crazy, crazy." "Where am I being crazy?" Lu Ziyan cried. "Brother, brother learned it from you. Shameless, saying those lewd things."

Li Rouqian blushed when she heard her daughter say that. "You little slut, you've been having too much fun with your brother, and now you're blaming me." She gently rubbed her daughter's head and looked at her reproachfully.

Lu Ziyan seized the opportunity to act coquettishly, but suddenly noticed her mother's naked body and burst out laughing, snapping, "If you're not a slut, why did you take your pants off yourself?"

Li Rouqian felt utterly ashamed, as if her thoughts had been read. "You wicked slut, good intentions never get rewarded," she said, helping her daughter up. Lu Zirong's tense mood instantly relaxed at his sister's laughter. Through her eyes, he noticed his mother's half-bent body, her breasts drooping, and her purplish-red labia protruding between her buttocks, a fleshy tongue nestled within. Hearing the mother and daughter's playful banter, he felt a surge of desire.

He crept closer to his mother, admiring her exposed, enormous genitals. Lu Ziyan looked at him coquettishly, winking and making faces at him. Lu Zirong knew what his sister meant. He grabbed her from behind and gently pressed her against him. Just as Li Rouqian felt her son behind her, Lu Zirong had already supported her buttocks and thrust hard. Li Rouqian, already soaked, opened wide, her labia naturally parting and clamping down. With another forceful thrust, Lu Zirong penetrated her completely.

"I'm going to die!" Li Rouqian shyly tried to get up, but Lu Zirong held her down and pressed her down. He then thrust hard, making Li Rouqian feel weak all over. Since Lu Daqing's death, this was the first time she had made love with her son, and she had longed for it a thousand times over.

Ignoring the pain, Lu Ziyan got up and watched her brother's enormous testicles throbbing between their mother's buttocks. Excitedly, she grasped them. "Brother, your testicles are so big, so fun!"

Lu Zirong looked down at her. "Yanzi, stand up."

Lu Ziyan was only interested in watching the intercourse. Although she and her brother had done it many times, this was the first time she had witnessed it firsthand. "Brother, yours is so long, it's all the way in."

Lu Zirong's engorged penis slid in and out of his mother's vagina, occasionally parting her labia, coated with the white fluid spurting from Li Rouqian.

"Mother, it's a perfect fit." Lu Ziyan clicked her tongue in amazement, looking at her mother's stretched, fleshy lips.

"Swallow, Swallow." Li Rouqian, beneath her son, heard her daughter's cries of pleasure, and her lust intensified. She unconsciously called out, "You little slut, teaming up to torment your mother."

"Mother, isn't this what you've always wanted? I've read all your lewd poems." She rubbed Lu Zirong's testicles from behind, the position of their intercourse making her envious.

"Rou Rou, call me husband." Lu Zirong felt the pleasure surging through his body and unconsciously called out.

"Mom, don't call me that, don't call me that." She said anxiously, "If you call me that, I'm Rong'er's daughter."

Li Rouqian was both amused and annoyed. Even at this point, she still cared about that title, unconsciously calling out, "Rong'er, my good husband, you are my husband."

"No more, no more, you adulterous couple, teaming up to bully me." She kicked him fiercely.

"Yanzi, stand up." Lu Zirong looked at his younger sister's innocence, her tender breasts perky and swaying in his hand. "Call me Dad."

Lu Ziyan pouted. "Lu Daqing is my dad."

“Dead Swallow.” Lu Zirong, while having sex with his mother, was also fondling his sister’s breasts. “Daqing is dead, so I’m your father.” He looked at the tender flesh exposed by Li Rouqian, and excitedly imagined himself having sex with his mother. He remembered the popular saying: “If you don’t fuck his mother, he won’t call you father.” Now that he had fucked his own mother, Swallow would naturally call him father. But who was his father?

Lu Ziyan watched her brother’s large testicles trembling between her mother’s legs. She didn’t know that during sex, not only the penis had to be inserted, but also that the penis had to be pushed in as hard as it could. Her brother and mother had accomplished this, so—so what? But thinking about how her brother had also penetrated her vagina like that, she felt resentful. “Then—you are her son-in-law.”

“Good Swallow, take your brother and me with you for a while, and she will be my mother-in-law.” Lu Ziyan laughed suddenly. “Brother—you are my real father.” Lu Zirong suddenly felt a surge of desire.

"Yanzi, dig up quickly."

Lu Ziyan obediently lay down, looking at her younger sister's increasingly mature and plump vulva. Lu Zirong quickly withdrew from his mother's body, "Good daughter, Daddy will shoot for you." He thrust into Lu Ziyan's vagina.

Lu Ziyan shuddered, then cried out sweetly, "Daddy, Rong'er Daddy."

Lu Zirong looked at the two twin flowers of mother and daughter with excitement, and couldn't help but cry out, "Good daughter, Daddy's good daughter." He stroked Li Rouqian's plump buttocks while violently copulating.

Li Rouqian, lying face down, couldn't help but curse, "You little slut who sells her body to beg for a father, now you don't even have a husband."

Lu Zirong hugged his sister and kissed her, then thrust in and out quickly.

"Brother, let me try." She couldn't forget the scene with her brother and mother just now. The moment her hand touched Lu Zirong, he gushed

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3, Part 1)

Inside the vermilion mahogany door, Zuo Shanshan sat elegantly. A tall plaque above the main door read: Tianxiang Pavilion. A row of carved dragon and phoenix screens lined the side, looking classically elegant.

"600,000, how about it?" Zuo Shanshan had her eye on this location; facing north and adjacent to the central area, it was a prime business location. She had already inquired about it these past few days; a location like this wouldn't be cheap without 500,000 to 600,000, especially one she desired.

A very imposing figure sat in the lobby, but his tone was very tactful, "Miss Zuo, money is not a problem, the key is that we don't want to sell."

"Mr. Zhu, although this location is incredibly valuable, I've already offered the highest price." Zuo Shanshan couldn't bear to give up; after looking around for several days, this was the only place she liked.

"I know, we really do have other uses for it, I'm sorry." Boss Zhu left no room for compromise.

Zuo Shanshan knew further discussion would be fruitless, but from what she understood, although the other party had closed down, they didn't seem to want to sell. She had no choice but to stand up. "That's all for today. Please reconsider, and we can talk again at another time."

"Alright, alright." Boss Zhu stood up to see her off. From his tone, Zuo Shanshan sensed there was still room for negotiation, but she didn't want to call in reinforcements. These past few days, she hadn't even gone home, all for the sake of that pride. After much deliberation, she couldn't help but sigh. Just as

she was considering whether to continue in a huff or go to their door to ask for help, she heard the phone ring. She took it out of her bag and found it was her father calling. A sweet feeling welled up inside her. She looked at the phone with a mixture of love and resentment, not wanting to answer, but finally couldn't help herself. "Hello, what is it?"

"Still quite angry, aren't you?" Minister Zuo asked ingratiatingly. "Shanshan, are you still angry with Dad?"

"No way." Zuo Shanshan's nose tingled, as if tears were about to fall.

"Dad apologizes to you." Minister Zuo sighed, knowing that such things were most hurtful to a woman. Seeing her beloved man flirting with another woman was unbearable for anyone. "Let's go home, okay—" he coaxed her.

Zuo Shanshan remained silent, lost in thought.

"Good wife," Minister Zuo called affectionately.

"Jiang Han is your wife." Zuo Shanshan retorted defiantly.

"Shanshan, Dad knows he shouldn't have done it, and your mother—Dad can't explain this to her either." He pleaded humbly, "You have to give me a chance to explain."

Hearing this, Zuo Shanshan understood her father's predicament, but for some reason, she felt a surge of jealousy. Seeing her father groping between her mother's legs, she was—she was heartbroken. "Do I need to explain?"

"Okay, Shanshan, let's go home. You can do whatever you want." Minister Zuo had completely surrendered. "These past two days, Dad has been incredibly busy. I wanted to talk to you, but you weren't here." He said dejectedly.

Zuo Shanshan felt a pang of heartache, remembering that her father still had to deal with the disciplinary committee's investigation and reorganize internal management, while she had only added to his troubles because of her mother. She felt a little guilty.

"How have you been doing these past few days?"

"I've found a location, but it hasn't been finalized yet." Zuo Shanshan changed her tone.

Hearing this, Minister Zuo was delighted. "Dad hasn't been able to help much."

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan hesitated, finally saying, "We still—we need your help." The last sentence was almost a plea.

"Okay—okay—" Minister Zuo's heart skipped a beat, knowing his daughter had forgiven him. He said, "Then call Dad 'husband' first."

"I won't!" Zuo Shanshan said in a coquettish voice, "You just know how to take advantage of someone's misfortune."

Minister Zuo chuckled, "Dad still wants to take advantage?" The next words seemed to be spoken into the microphone, "Dad has been your husband for a long time."

"Bad!" After not seeing each other for a few days, Zuo Shanshan had indeed missed him a bit. Hearing her father flirting with her, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs and couldn't help but shed a warm liquid. Involuntarily, she murmured, "Bad husband."

Minister Zuo felt as if he were soaked in honey, "Good wife."

Zuo Shanshan was so angry that she kicked at herself and slammed the phone down in a huff.

2.

"Shanshan, you don't even call when you're not coming home." Her mother complained, her expression a little unnatural. She felt really awkward letting her daughter see her indecent behavior. Fortunately, Zuo Shanshan was a married woman, unlike a virgin.

"I'm busy, aren't I?" Zuo Shanshan said, trying to justify herself.

"You don't even have time to make a phone call?" Minister Zuo said, sitting to the side. "Aren't you afraid people

will think you're being targeted?" Zuo Shanshan knew her father was fanning the flames, just to let her know his love.

"I know—" Zuo Shanshan dragged out her words in protest. "Dad, Tianxiang Pavilion in Wangfujing is already starting to change its business, but the owner isn't in a hurry to sell."

"Then you haven't figured out who owns it?" Minister Zuo knew his daughter wanted to open the Lu Group in Beijing as soon as possible.

"It seems to be the Municipal Bureau of Culture. I gave him 600,000 yuan, but he hasn't responded." Zuo Shanshan had already found out.

"Then I'll call Mayor Li tomorrow." Minister Zuo said confidently.

Jiang Han listened with interest to the father and daughter talking about business, nudging his daughter with his elbow, "Hey—how's it going with you and Zirong?"

"What do you mean, how's it going? It's still the same." Zuo Shanshan didn't want to talk about it in front of her father; after all, women are sensitive, and she was afraid her father would mind.

"You brat, still keeping it a secret?" Jiang Han scolded her playfully. "You've already treated them like family, and you're still pretending."

Zuo Shanshan said disdainfully, "Treat who as family?"

Jiang Han smiled and poked her with her finger. "You and your father are keeping it from me. They've already opened a company in Beijing."

"Opening it in Beijing is good, at least it saves our daughter from being away from us," Minister Zuo interjected, which Jiang Han found convincing.

“Little girl, did you forget about your parents after going to Qingtong? You’ve been out having fun for days without even a phone call,” Jiang Han scolded. She remembered the voice she heard when she called her daughter that night and wanted to tease her again, “Did you give him away too?”

Zuo Shanshan blushed and glanced at her father, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Mom heard it all.” Jiang Han confirmed with a smile. The woman who came over couldn’t hide it; the voices were clearly those of the two of them being intimate. “He’s definitely not being honest.”

Zuo Shanshan’s heart pounded. The scene was vividly displayed in her mind: her father was sucking on her nipple while listening to her call her mother. Thinking of this, she felt a jolt in her heart and could only retort, “Unlike you!” Jiang Han was speechless. Mother and daughter were each lost in their own thoughts.

When her father was home, she had no worries, but once he left, she was always missing him. Was this what they meant by "absence makes the heart grow fonder"? And now, as soon as he returned, for some reason, this happened. Thinking about it, it was quite embarrassing, especially that her daughter had seen it. "What did I do? Do you know how long it's been since your dad's been intimate with anyone?" she said, a hint of grievance in her voice.

"Really?" A touch of surprise and delight, Zuo Shanshan looked at her mother with sympathy. "Did you miss my dad too?" Remembering the things her father had said during their intimate moments, a sweet feeling welled up in Zuo Shanshan's heart.

"You silly girl, so improper." Jiang Han said awkwardly. She knew she shouldn't say this to her daughter, but she felt wronged if she didn't. Since her daughter had seen it, she had to explain. "We're an old married couple, unlike you young people who get so easily aroused."

"You're so naughty!" Zuo Shanshan's mood instantly brightened. Just as her father said, he was just trying to appease her. But the thought of her mother misunderstanding their intimacy that night made her heart soar. Her mother lovingly cared about her marriage, while her father lay on top of her, sucking her nipple, his hand constantly probing her vagina. Zuo Shanshan really wanted to tell her mother, "Mom, you know, it wasn't Lu Zirong that night, it was Dad—he did something bad to her.

" "Shanshan," Jiang Han called softly, noticing her daughter's absent-mindedness, "Don't spoil your mother."

"What are you talking about?" Zuo Shanshan snapped back to reality. "Which couple doesn't have intimacy?" she said, giving her mother a playful glare before turning back happily. "Dad, you're not allowed to be cold to Mom anymore."

Minister Zuo had vaguely heard them mention that incident but pretended not to know. Hearing his daughter say he wasn't allowed to be cold to his wife, he said with a double meaning, "Neither of you two, I dare not be cold to either of you."

Zuo Shanshan blushed, knowing her father's words had a hidden meaning. She glanced at Minister Zuo subconsciously, only to be met with his teasing gaze. Jiang Han laughed and scolded the minister, "You're talking nonsense."

Minister Zuo pretended not to understand, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, you old fool, I just want you to stop being cold to us." Jiang Han didn't think much of it, still assuming that Minister Zuo cared about his family.

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter meaningfully, which moved Shan Shan so much that they secretly whispered to each other. For a moment, a single word was interpreted differently by the father and daughter, and the mother and daughter.

"Auntie, shouldn't we serve dinner?" The nanny called softly, seeing the family's harmonious atmosphere.

"Let's serve it. We need to treat Shan Shan well tonight." Minister Zuo stretched and said meaningfully.

"Shan Shan, have a drink with your father." Jiang Han looked at them happily. All the worries and anxieties of the past few days had disappeared, and she felt much more relaxed and energetic.

"Mom, you should have a glass of red wine too." Zuo Shan Shan sat down at the table and poured her mother a glass of red wine.

"I...I can't drink." Jiang Han rarely drinks, but she couldn't refuse on this occasion. She accepted the drink with a smile, a hint of reverence in her voice.

Minister Zuo, watching the mother and daughter, felt a surge of interest. Remembering his intimacy with Jiang Han a few days ago, he was thrilled. His hand had just reached for hers when his daughter noticed. If Jiang Han hadn't gotten up, he would have loved to just go in there in front of his daughter. He regretfully imagined the differences between the two women before him, his gaze unconsciously drifting to their lower bodies. One wore tight jeans, concealing a bulging physique; the other wore loose casual clothes, hiding something. Unexpectedly, his previously lost interest in his wife had been rekindled by his daughter. That night, after being startled apart by his daughter, although he felt guilty, he was also aroused. He embraced Jiang Han, insisting on making love under the lamplight. Jiang Han, ashamed and confused, didn't know what had possessed her husband. Little did she know, Minister Zuo simply wanted to compare the different shapes and positions of his wife and daughter. He vividly imagined their respective states in bed, raised his glass, and said smugly, "Come on, I wish you both all the best, and may everything go smoothly for you."

"Dad, I also wish you all your wishes come true, and I wish Mom happiness every day." Zuo Shanshan raised her glass.

"Okay, Mom is happy today too, I wish you two good things to do." Jiang Han raised her glass and clinked it with theirs.

"Your mom knows how to talk, come on, let's toast to our good things to do!" Minister Zuo downed his drink in one gulp, raised his glass to check his reflection, and looked encouragingly at his daughter. Zuo Shanshan didn't hesitate at all, "Mom, bottoms up." Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, then patted her chest, "Okay, Mom's bottoms up too."

The nanny quickly poured more wine and stood aside. Minister Zuo glanced at her, "You go ahead and do your work, we'll do it ourselves." Then he raised his glass again.

"I can't drink anymore." Jiang Han's face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily, as if she had drunk a cup of poison.

"Who says we can't drink anymore? Tonight we'll drink until we drop! Come on, Shanshan, bring this to your mother." Minister Zuo's face was ashen, yet a smile played on his lips.

"Mom, another glass." Zuo Shanshan eagerly handed the glass to her mother.

"Shanshan, I've never drunk alcohol before." Jiang Han felt her blood rushing, her heart pounding, and she looked at her daughter with a pleading expression.

"The Zuo family has never said no. This time, we've narrowly escaped disaster. Our Zuo family will be blessed with boundless fortune. Come on, bottoms up." In Minister Zuo's eyes, there was never anything he couldn't do, let alone a glass of wine. He clinked glasses with Jiang Han, comparing their drinks.

"Old Zuo, I won't drink." Jiang Han said awkwardly.

"That's because you don't support my work. People say it takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a thousand years to share a pillow." After a few drinks, Minister Zuo became more talkative. "You and I have been husband and wife for many years."

"Mom, Dad's happy today, so please drink." Zuo Shanshan persuaded her mother.

"Okay, I'll drink it and then go to sleep." Jiang Han knew she couldn't spoil her husband's mood. These past few days, he'd been incredibly busy with work at the department, and she felt sorry for him.

"Fine, do as you please," Minister Zuo said impatiently.

"Shanshan, you stay with Dad." Jiang Han downed another drink in one gulp, then clutched her chest, coughing incessantly. "Old Zuo, I really can't take it anymore, please have mercy on me."

Minister Zuo waved his hand. "Shanshan, help your mother to sleep."

Zuo Shanshan stood up and took her mother's hand. Jiang Han swayed unsteadily. "Shanshan, Mom can't hold her liquor." As she spoke, she clutched her head, feeling dizzy, and coughed a few times. "You stay with Dad."

"I know, Mom." The mother and daughter helped each other into the bedroom.

Minister Zuo watched his wife's retreating figure, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Dad, why don’t you call Mayor Li tomorrow?” After helping her mother to bed and closing the door, Zuo Shanshan glanced at her father. “Do you think he’ll agree?”

Minister Zuo took a bite of food. “Such a small matter, and he won’t even give me face? Come on, Shanshan, have another drink with Dad.” Minister Zuo was in high spirits.

“No, I don’t want my father to get drunk.” Shanshan didn’t want her father to drink too much and tried to persuade him. “Don’t get drunk.”

“Is your mother asleep?” Minister Zuo looked into the bedroom.

“She can’t hold her liquor.”

He looked at his daughter with unrestrained abandon. He hadn't been able to communicate directly with her earlier because his wife was present, but now he felt completely at ease. "Are you still angry with Daddy?"

Zuo Shanshan pursed her lips, not answering.

"Dad actually—" Seeing the lingering resentment in his daughter, he wanted to explain.

"Dad, don't say it," Zuo Shanshan lowered her head, "I know." Her eyes burned as she looked at him, "I shouldn't—"

Minister Zuo pulled her close, "Silly girl, you said you wanted your mother to watch over us—" A mixture of reproach and affection flowed between father and daughter, conveying their love.

Zuo Shanshan blushed slightly, "Bad Daddy, were you doing this on purpose?"

"What do you mean by 'on purpose'? Daddy just wanted to see how I 'made' you from there back then." He knew that scene that day was indeed lewd, his hand slipping between his wife's legs, feeling her broad, softness.

"Bad Daddy, I knew you weren't up to any good." Zuo Shanshan nestled against him, "Do you want to 'make' another one?"

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter with interest, "With you?"

"Bad!" She buried her head in her father's arms, listening to his innermost thoughts.

“Dad’s scared—besides, Dad’s getting old.” Minister Zuo hesitated.

He looked up. “You’re scared?”

“Scared? What have I ever been scared of in my life?” he said, then his tone shifted. “Dad’s just worried about you—”

“Silly Dad, you have a shield.”

He looked at his daughter with delight, his tone resolute. “Okay, then Dad will try another one, let’s see if it’s still—”

“Is it a cunt?” Zuo Shanshan agreed.

“You?” He hadn’t expected father and daughter to be so in sync. The minister did indeed want to see another one from his daughter.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Minister Zuo smiled, teasingly parting her thin lips with his hand. “Well, it’s settled then, Shanshan, you give Dad another cunt.”

“You’re so naughty, wanting your daughter to give you a cunt.” Zuo Shanshan was a little eager.

"Haha—" Minister Zuo laughed heartily, reaching between his daughter's legs, seemingly measuring the size. "Dad wants to make another one."

She wrapped her arms around her father's neck, pouting and begging. Minister Zuo, lost in passion, leaned down, their lips meeting, his penis deeply inside her, teasing her soft labia with one hand, gently probing inside.

Zuo Shanshan writhed on the sofa, occasionally thrusting her penis forward to meet her father's ministrations. She suddenly remembered the scene from that night, her father here too, his large hand inside her mother.

"Bad Dad," she whimpered, a wave of pleasure washing over her, and she involuntarily produced a sticky fluid.

Minister Zuo sucked on his daughter's lips, pulling down her pants with one hand. He wanted—wanted to see her private parts.

"Dad, not here," Zuo Shanshan protested, for some reason. The thought of that night made her feel uneasy.

“Dad wants to see you.” Minister Zuo had already pulled her up below her buttocks, a tuft of pubic hair sticking up, teasing his desire. He loved the shape of his daughter’s pubic hair—soft and neat.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Zuo Shanshan didn’t dare to be here for another reason: if her mother woke up, the first thing she would see was her father and daughter making love. Her buttocks

were already exposed, high and bulging, forming a full, fleshy shape between her legs. The slightly concave crevice aroused a desire to explore further. Minister Zuo’s throat trembled violently, his eyes wantonly plunging in.

“Are you still thinking about it?” He vaguely sensed why his daughter didn’t want to be here.

“Bad Dad, bad Dad, Mom, Mom’s in that room.”

“Little vixen.” He lifted his daughter’s buttocks, fully exposing them. In the bright light, Minister Zuo saw two large, fleshy labia peeking out between her buttocks, looking like a stuffed bun from the front.

Just as the two were entwined, their desires swelling, the bedroom light came on.

They separated in a flash. Zuo Shanshan, flustered and without even having time to tidy her clothes, rushed into the bathroom. (
Chapter 4

, February 4th) 1.

At 8 a.m., a silver-gray luxury bus carrying a group of media reporters headed towards Wangfujing. Lighthearted laughter and chatter occasionally drifted from the bus.

The bus stopped at the New Continent Group building, adorned with colorful ribbons. Lu Zirong greeted them with a beaming smile.

"Welcome, reporters!" he greeted the media politely. Standing to the side, Zuo Shanshan, radiant and stylishly dressed, nodded frequently to each guest. The reporters disembarked and enthusiastically shook hands with Lu Zirong.

New Continent was situated in a magnificent white building that rose from the ground. From dozens of meters away, it appeared imposing and towering into the clouds. Because the main body of the building was ivory-colored, it appeared extremely elegant under the thin mist, exuding a hazy sense of mystery. Zuo Shanshan was drawn to its grandeur and location. This pleased Lu Zirong greatly. Looking at the newly established New Continent Group, he couldn't help but look gratefully at Shanshan beside him. The rent that they hadn't been able to secure for 600,000 yuan was now only 10,000 yuan from Minister Zuo.

"Sister-in-law." Lu Ziyan ran around following the reporters, winking mischievously when she saw Zuo Shanshan. Although the Lu family in Qingtong was a prominent family, they didn't have such grandeur, especially with the Zuo family involved. They had to take care of all aspects of Beijing, but Minister Zuo couldn't appear in person.

This time, Lu Zirong originally wanted to bring his mother, but Li Rouqian was hesitant, fearing that the media would speculate and cause negative impacts, so she had Lu Ziyan accompany them instead. The Lu family's entry into Beijing, backed by powerful figures and with Minister Zuo's involvement, was naturally extraordinary. The ribbon-cutting ceremony was presided over by Mayor Chen, the Executive Vice Mayor of Beijing. Dressed in a dark suit and red tie, he was composed and introduced the leaders and guests seated on the stage one by one.

Next, Mayor Chen announced, "Now, please welcome the leaders and guests to cut the ribbon."

A hostess carrying a tray stepped forward and presented a pair of golden scissors. These scissors, about the length of a hand, were uniquely designed and shimmered with gold.

Five ribbon-cutters, holding the golden scissors in their right hands, solemnly cut the red ribbon in one stroke.

Amidst cheers and applause, colorful confetti suddenly rained down from the sky, like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden. The ribbon-cutters gracefully returned to their seats in the front row of the stage.

Lu Zirong humbly said to Mayor Chen, "Thank you, thank you for your consideration."

"Chairman Lu, you're too kind. With New Continent's entry into Beijing, I hope it will become a vibrant and dynamic new continent for the city."

Lu Zirong looked at Mayor Chen excitedly, moved by his eloquent words. "Thank you, that's exactly what we hope for."

After exchanging pleasantries, Lu Zirong saw Mayor Chen to his car and watched it slowly drive away.

2.

"Brother, this will be our home from now on." Lu Ziyan looked around excitedly after the banquet, her eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction. "This is wonderful." Looking at the spacious room and opulent decor, she plopped down on the bed. "I'll come here after I graduate."

Lu Zirong said affectionately, "Little girl, you seem quite content. Come on, go to your room."

She stuck out her tongue, stood up, and took Zuo Shanshan's arm. "Sister-in-law, will you take me to the Great Wall sometime?" Zuo Shanshan felt an immediate connection with her sister-in-law; her words and actions always carried a refreshing quality. She replied, "Once things settle down, I'll take you on a good trip."

"Thank you, sister-in-law," she said coquettishly. "I won't disturb you any longer," she added with a giggle, "Hehe, you two should enjoy your time together."

Zuo Shanshan blushed; she hadn't expected Lu Ziyan to be so blunt, especially since she and Zirong weren't even married yet.

Lu Zirong, hiccuping from the alcohol, watched his sister leave the room, a hint of longing in his eyes. "Shan, sleep here tonight." He lay on his back, looking at her sideways. "Tonight, thanks to Dad." He hooked his leg, pulling Zuo Shanshan onto the bed.

"Silly girl, are you drunk?" Zuo Shanshan whispered, "The next room is Lu Ziyan's.

" "No," Lu Zirong rolled over and hugged her waist. "In such a grand setting, how could I embarrass Dad?" His hand naturally moved towards Zuo Shanshan's crotch. Hearing him mention Dad, Zuo Shanshan felt a little awkward and grabbed Lu Zirong's hand. "Ziyan's still here," she said, looking down into Lu Zirong's eyes.

"What's she afraid of?" His breath reeked of alcohol. "Didn't she say she wanted us to be intimate?"

"Shameless!" Zuo Shanshan chuckled, looking at Lu Zirong's handsome features, her small hand reaching out to touch him. "Be careful not to pollute your sister's eyes."

"Shanshan—" Lu Zirong placed his hand there, feeling Zuo Shanshan's full breasts.

Although Zuo Shanshan had no desire, she couldn't show it too much, so she let him caress her. The room was quiet for a moment. The desires of the two lingered.

"Brother, where's the towel?" Lu Ziyan called out shrilly from the other room. Zuo Shanshan quickly withdrew her hand, seeing Zirong reluctantly leaving it there. She stood up.

"In the kitchen on the right." Pushing open the door, she saw Ziyan, her hair still wet, naked, lathering herself with soap, her two small breasts firm, revealing their beautiful contours.

"Sister-in-law, turn on the tap for me." The girl's face was covered in soap, obscuring the view from the bathroom.

"Want me to scrub your back?" Zuo Shanshan asked softly as she handed her a towel.

Lu Ziyan, holding her disheveled hair, chuckled, "Hehe, sister-in-law is the best." Her innocent and charming demeanor made Zuo Shanshan quite envious. Lu Ziyan was outstanding in both figure and appearance, with a slender waist, large hips, a flat stomach, and especially her long, plump thighs, which were sure to ignite any fantasies.

“Yanzi, you’re so beautiful. Any man who marries you will die young.”

“Sister-in-law,” she tilted her head, glancing at Zuo Shanshan through her hair that obscured her eyes, “I’m a jinx?”

Zuo Shanshan laughed and said, “Silly girl, haven’t you heard that beautiful wives shorten lifespans?” Seeing Lu Ziyan’s puzzled expression, “If a wife is too beautiful, she’ll naturally be more active in that area. Over time, her essence will leak out, naturally shortening her lifespan.”

“Bad sister-in-law.” Lu Ziyan heard this for the first time, “Then men can’t do that?”

“It’s not that they can’t, it’s that they have to do it in moderation, not excessively.” Lu Ziyan rubbed her wet hair, her small breasts trembling, making Zuo Shanshan want to reach out and grab them. “Haven’t you heard that a woman’s private parts aren’t honey pots, but jars of broth?”

“Bad sister-in-law—it’s just that, what honey pot or jar of broth?” Lu Ziyan giggled. She had never heard of these principles before. She just wanted to see her brother, so she clung to him as she pleased, and that desire naturally arose.

“Silly girl, the saying about the jar of brine is that men shouldn’t drink too much of it, or soak in it all day.”

Lu Ziyan stared at her blankly for a long while. “Then my brother—my brother will definitely have a shorter lifespan.” She blurted out these words. Every time she and her mother made love with her brother, it was always extravagant and exhausting, and she couldn’t help but worry.

Zuo Shanshan blushed and lightly slapped her. “You’re so mad, sister-in-law isn’t that beautiful.”

Hearing Zuo Shanshan’s words, Lu Ziyan suddenly realized and casually said, “Not beautiful? You’ve bewitched my brother.” She giggled as she spoke, “Be careful my brother can’t get it up.”

“You?” Zuo Shanshan reached under her armpit, making Lu Ziyan laugh so hard she begged for mercy, calling her “dear sister-in-law” over and over again.

Hearing his sister-in-law and her husband playing around in the other room, Lu Zirong knew they wouldn't be coming anytime soon, so he closed his eyes and lay there to rest. But his mother's image kept appearing in his mind. He knew Li Rouqian was worried about him, so he wanted to let her know he was safe and reassure her. He dialed the number from his bedside.

"Mom—" Lu Zirong called out when the call connected, but Li Rouqian exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" She wasn't used to her son's sudden change in address. Usually at this time, he would call her "Rou Rou" or "Wife." The sudden change in tone caught her off guard.

"Thinking about some other man again?" Ever since he and his mother had that affair, he had always flirted with her. He enjoyed the warm yet provocative atmosphere between them.

"You silly girl! Isn't one other man enough for me?" Li Rouqian wasn't angry.

"I thought you were having an affair again."

"You?" Li Rouqian was angry this time. "Mom isn't as bad as you say—"

"Hehe—" Hearing his mother's coquettish voice, Lu Zirong laughed and said, "I know you're not promiscuous. All you do is write those lewd poems."

"Rong'er, stop teasing your mother." Li Rouqian was so amused that she almost lost control of her bladder and couldn't help but plead, "How are things down there?"

Lu Zirong wanted to tease her a little more, but he was afraid that Zuo Shanshan would hear him, so he said, "Everything is going very well."

"Then you—" Li Rouqian's voice was still so gentle.

"In the New World." Lu Zirong was very satisfied with the name his mother had given the company. He knew that with his mother's talent, she would definitely come up with a catchy and original name.

"You're not drunk, are you?" At the company's opening ceremony, she was worried that Lu Zirong would get drunk. Before leaving, she repeatedly reminded her daughter, jokingly scolding her, "Don't just know how to be crazy. You should learn to take care of others.

" "What do you think?" Lu Zirong asked back, which reassured Li Rouqian.

"Why is it so quiet? Where's Ziyan?" Li Rouqian, hearing the silence on the other end, was curious about her daughter's whereabouts; a mother naturally worries about her children.

"She—is taking a bath," Lu Zirong said lazily, leaning her head against the blanket.

Li Rouqian misunderstood on the other end. "Rong'er, you've been drinking. Don't let that little girl have her way. Too much will hurt your health."

Lu Zirong almost laughed out loud. This slut knew exactly what she was talking about. He wanted to scold her, but didn't dare to raise his voice. He could only lean closer to the microphone and whisper, "You old slut, what are you thinking now? Are you bored out of your mind? Your daughter-in-law is still here."

"You bastard!" Li Rouqian cursed heavily when she heard her son scolding her. "I'm just worried about you." "

Worried about my ass. I told you to come over here. You're so tight. What if I—" he said viciously, "Li Rouqian, I don't even have anyone to take care of me right now."

Li Rouqian didn't speak on the other end. After a long while, she said, "Isn't Shanshan over there?"

"Are you very afraid of her?" Lu Zirong knew his mother well. She was afraid that if she was near her son, she would feel awkward looking at Shanshan, and she was also afraid that her son would become unruly and give away clues.

"Mom isn't afraid," Li Rouqian said hesitantly, "Mom's just afraid of getting in your way."

"You old slut, you're afraid of getting in our way, aren't you?" He glanced at the cubicle, hearing the splashing water inside, knowing the two were still showering. "Rou Rou, I really want to—make love to you here."

Hearing Li Rouqian remain silent, he whispered again, "Are you bored out of your mind?"

"You brat," Li Rouqian cursed sourly, "You always have to pick on someone—"

Lu Zirong smiled secretly, hoping his mother would continue, hoping to evoke a tingling sensation in him. But Li Rouqian hesitated for a long time after saying that. Then she added, "Rou Rou, your son is impotent."

"You good-for-nothing! Don't bewitch me!" Hearing her son say he was impotent, she knew he was already erect. Thinking of the two women beside him, a surge of jealousy rushed to her head. Zuo Shanshan had always been Lu Zirong's idol; he had secretly loved her since school, but because of his humble background, he dared not express it. Ziyan was his favorite younger sister, whom he always doted on, especially since she had offered herself to him.

"Tonight, your husband will sleep with both of them," he said bitterly to his mother.

Li Rouqian knew her son was telling the truth. Knowing his nature, even if they didn't have a threesome, he would have secretly dealt with them. Her heart ached as if it were stuffed with straw. "You? You don't want your mother anymore?" she said, then fell silent, her voice heavy with bitterness, almost bringing her to tears. One is his daughter-in-law, the other is his old flame; how could Lu Zirong not be greedy?

Lu Zirong held the microphone, wanting to hear his mother's complaints, or perhaps a few words of scolding, but his mother remained silent, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

"Yanzi, take good care of your brother," Li Rouqian instructed her daughter before leaving. "Be careful in everything."

"Mom, don't worry," Lu Zirong understood his mother's concerns. He didn't know how many days she would be gone, and he was reluctant to leave her, always wishing his mother would stay by his side.

"I know," Lu Ziyan said impatiently. "Are you worried about your husband?"

"You wretched Yanzi, isn't he your husband too?" Li Rouqian glared at her fiercely.

"Hmph, at most I'm his concubine. Li Rouqian, you are Lu Zirong's true wife." Lu Ziyan knew the relationship between her brother and mother.

"You little slut, always so promiscuous. Now that you've stopped causing trouble, you're so quick to distance yourself," Li Rouqian cursed angrily.

“I’m a slut, but I’ve never written those lewd poems, even though the child comes out of the mother’s cunt, looking northwest, fucking the beautiful woman.”

“Rong’er, can’t you control her mouth?” Li Rouqian was always powerless with this daughter.

Who knew Lu Zirong would say, “Mother, you two have four mouths to feed, how can I control which one?”

“You heartless thing!” Li Rouqian glared at him hatefully.

“Brother, Mother just thinks you’re not feeding her enough, why don’t you feed her first, so she doesn’t have to go around begging for food.” Lu Ziyan glared with her pretty eyes and giggled.

"You greedy little slut, I don't care for you. Save the money for your brother to feed you well in Beijing."

The mother and daughter flirted and bickered, adding to the family atmosphere. Lu Zirong smiled at them. "Mom, stop arguing. I know how much you love me. I can't live without either of you." He looked at Lu Ziyan. "Sister, I love your mouth just as much as I love yours. I miss you terribly if we're apart for even a moment. Mom is my regenerating furnace. When I'm tired or weary, I go in to rejuvenate. You are my rejuvenating pot. When I'm weary or annoyed, I go in to cook and soak."

Li Rouqian smiled and lowered her head. "Rong'er, this is terrible. I can tolerate your mother, but your sister is getting married. Do you think we're your exclusive possessions?"

"Mom, I'm not getting married!" Lu Ziyan retorted.

"Okay, okay, you little slut, you'd better not get married in this life. Tomorrow, I'll have your brother take you to Beijing and make him boil you and soak you in it."

Lu Ziyan approached her mother. "Mom, I want my brother to soak in it for the rest of his life." As she spoke, Lu Zirong grabbed her and embraced her, urging her to make love.

"Zirong," Zuo Shanshan pushed open the door and saw Lu Zirong lying on his back. Thinking he was asleep, she took the velvet quilt and gently covered him with it. Lu Zirong, immersed in maternal love, pulled her close .

"Ah—" Zuo Shanshan fell onto the bed unexpectedly and whispered, "Ziyan isn't asleep yet."

Lu Zirong came closer. "Never mind her." As he spoke, he slipped his hand between Zuo Shanshan's legs.

"Hehe—" Zuo Shanshan giggled. "So eager."

"Not eager? It's been ten years. After Dad passed away, I wanted you, but you left in such a hurry. Tell me, did you miss me?"

"Lust, of course I did!" Zuo Shanshan knew he was referring to their time in college.

“Let me see.” He said, untying Zuo Shanshan’s belt.

“I can do it myself.” Zuo Shanshan was still a little shy in front of her old classmate.

Lu Zirong refused her. “Shanshan, do you know? Back in college, I wanted to take off your belt myself.” He gently pulled down Zuo Shanshan’s pants.

“Silly girl, I never saw you—” Zuo Shanshan knew that Lu Zirong had always had a crush on her, but she also longed for him. If it weren’t for Gao Yuanxin’s persistent pursuit and her parents’ strong encouragement, perhaps Lu Zirong would have won her heart.

“Back then, I saw Gao Yuanxin and you getting close, and I guessed he must have taken off your belt, so I lost my courage.” Lu Zirong recalled the past with a hint of regret. A pair of pure white lace panties tightly hugged Zuo Shanshan’s small buttocks. Lu Zirong stared at her lustfully, making Zuo Shanshan a little embarrassed.

“No matter how high a person’s goal is, if they lose the pursuit, it becomes unattainable.” Zuo Shanshan said with a double meaning.

Looking at his dream girl, almost naked before him for the first time, Lu Zirong said happily, "I know, it's just that we were too different back then, otherwise I would have been the one to take off your underwear first." Because she was sitting, a slit in Zuo Shanshan's cotton underwear was visible, making her even more alluring to the man.

"You want to fulfill that dream, to take off my underwear yourself?" Zuo Shanshan's bright eyes stared directly at him.

"No, no, I love you." Lu Zirong swallowed hard. "Shanshan, I'm willing to be the second person to take off your underwear."

"Bad!" She closed her eyes, feeling Lu Zirong's trembling hand grasp her underwear. Her heart pounded, but she corrected herself in her heart: Zirong, you're the third, the third. Dad took off my underwear a year ago. Thinking of her father, Zuo Shanshan felt a tingling sensation. That night, because her mother was thirsty, they were separated, and although her father took it off, he couldn't... She knew her father was still infatuated with her.

"Shanshan, aren't you afraid to look?" Lu Zirong, holding onto the underwear, didn't want this moment to pass so quickly. He tightened his grip, letting his gaze invade Zuo Shanshan's hairy area.

"I want you to open your eyes and watch me take it off myself." White skin peeked through the dark, intertwined pubic hair. Lu Zirong wondered what it looked like down there—was it like his mother's? Or similar to his sister's?

"No." Zuo Shanshan leaned softly against him, her voice revealing a hint of feminine weakness.

"I love you, Shanshan."

"I love you too." "

Then open your eyes, let's watch this moment together and enjoy the process." Lu Zirong pleaded, his deepest resentment stemming from the fact that his beloved woman had been taken away by someone else.

"Zirong, you're so mean!" Zuo Shanshan knew that if she didn't open her eyes soon, it wouldn't be right. She glanced over furtively, pouting, and said in a heavy nasal voice, "What's so interesting?"

"Isn't it interesting? A beloved man taking off his underwear for his beloved woman." He stared at Zuo Shanshan's face, hoping to see her expression.

Zuo Shanshan suddenly blushed, "Tell me, how many women's underwear have you taken off?"

Lu Zirong was startled, "You care?" Then he added, "Besides your old classmate Xiaoling—"

"I won't listen." Zuo Shanshan blushed instantly. Lu Zirong then covered her with his large hand, "Shanshan, I finally have you." Soft and wet, the feeling made him feel like he was flying.

"You must have taken off the underwear of many women." Zuo Shanshan murmured.

Lu Zirong gently slipped his hand inside her wet, slippery place. Li Rouqian had asked him about it before, but she didn't care. He didn't know if Zuo Shanshan cared. If she knew that in addition to taking off the underwear of so many women, he had also taken off the underwear of his own sister and mother, could she bear it?

In a flash, he quickly pulled it off, and then heard Zuo Shanshan moan.

"Shanshan, I want to see, see your... there."

Without waiting for a reply, Lu Zirong parted that mysterious slit. Zuo Shanshan felt his hand caressing there, sliding over every inch of her skin, and suddenly a tingling sensation pierced her skin, followed by Lu Zirong's lips meeting hers.

"Ah—" Zuo Shanshan arched her back and cried out. She hadn't expected Lu Zirong's first action to be licking the plate. If it were her father, this would be the last act of foreplay. Zuo Shanshan felt Lu Zirong's tongue, sharp and strong, arching her two large labia apart, then trembling as it entered her vagina. The tongue was like a nimble snake, darting in and out of Zuo Shanshan's narrow vagina, suddenly biting at her clitoris. Zuo Shanshan frantically wrapped her arms around Lu Zirong's neck, "Zirong, hurry, take me." As she spoke, she clamped Lu Zirong's head between her legs.

Lu Zirong used his tongue to pry open her large, plump labia, swallowing the flowing fluid. Both of them were very familiar with the male and female bodies, and soon they were in a frenzy, quickly reaching orgasm.

Zuo Shanshan lay languidly on the bed, lazily staring at the ceiling. She and Lu Zirong hadn't explored much, and his penis wasn't as large as her father had described. She had wanted to compare it to her father's, but after only a few rounds, they both quickly succumbed to their climax.

"Tired?" she asked softly, clutching his shrunken penis that had just been withdrawn.

"I'm going to wash up," Lu Zirong said, getting up. He hadn't wanted to move since returning from the banquet.

Watching Lu Zirong walk into the bathroom in his pajamas, Zuo Shanshan felt a strange sensation. She didn't know why, but this meeting with Lu Zirong felt somewhat unfamiliar. Psychologically, she felt a distance and estrangement. Perhaps it was because her heart wasn't with him, or perhaps it was something about Lu Zirong himself; even their intercourse hadn't felt smooth. To be precise, her body wasn't particularly craving it; rather, her mind kept drifting to her father's image.

She chewed and savored the taste, a sense of disgust quietly flowing through her body. She didn't know if she was disgusted by Lu Zirong or by their sex life.

That night, after being separated by her mother, she hid in the bathroom, only to unexpectedly run into her mother.

"Mom, you're awake?" Zuo Shanshan said awkwardly as she cleaned herself. Jiang Han glanced at her. "I told you not to drink anymore, but that old bastard wouldn't let it go. I have a bit of a headache." As she spoke, she unbuckled her belt, and Zuo Shanshan saw a glimpse of dark pubic hair between her mother's bare legs. She then squatted down.

"My stomach doesn't feel good either," she complained, as a white stream of fluid shot out.

"Are you alright?" Feeling guilty, she didn't dare look her in the eye.

"I'm fine," she said, wiping herself with toilet paper and pulling up her pants. "You and your dad should go to sleep early too." Zuo Shanshan blushed slightly. She knew her mother and father had been sleeping in separate beds for a long time, but this sentence carried an ambiguous meaning.

"Mom, you go to sleep first. Dad and I will talk some more." She tried her best to hide her embarrassment.

That night, no matter how much her father teased her, she didn't go to his bed. She knew that if she broke the rules at home, her mother would find out sooner or later. Seeing her father's discomfort, she let him put his hand inside her pants and touch her. He tried to get her to use her mouth several times, but she refused. In return, she put her hand inside his pants and comforted him. The two of them played with each other's genitals in the living room until her father moaned and climaxed under her touch. Thinking of this, she felt a sweet and tingling sensation, a feeling she could only feel when she was intimate with her father. Was she really possessed and uninterested in other men?

Just as she was reminiscing and tossing and turning, she heard her phone vibrate. She lazily reached under her pillow and found it was from Lu Zirong. After hesitating for a moment, she picked it up and looked at it. It was from Li Rouqian.

"Rong'er, I put a poem in your pocket. Mom knows you like those lewd and obscene poems. When you miss me, you'll know what Mom is thinking."

She finished reading it, her mind blank for a moment. She read it again, finally understanding its meaning. Did Lu Zirong have such a preference? How could a mother know about her son's secret sexual interests? Was the lewd and obscene poem collected by the mother, or written for her son? She glanced at the bathroom, gently put it back, then felt uneasy, quickly took it out, found the shortcut key, and deleted the message. She was afraid Lu Zirong would find out she had read it.

"Zirong, do you want a back scrub?" She wanted to know how much Lu Zirong was washing.

"No need, just get me a towel."

When Zuo Shanshan brought in the towel, Lu Zirong was washing his hair. She saw Lu Zirong's loose, large member roaming between his legs; perhaps this was what his father had seen. But when it was erect, it didn't seem particularly large.

She feigned shyness and withdrew, quickly going to the bedroom. From Lu Zirong's underwear, she found the lewd lyrics Li Rouqian had recited. Her heart pounded with trepidation as she curiously unfolded it, only to discover it resembled a Yuan dynasty song. She considered hiding it, but then thought better of it. A sudden idea struck her. She glanced at the time; it was already 10:30 PM. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

Hearing the urgent ringing of the phone in the next office, she pushed open the door, peeked out, and muttered, "Who's calling?" before lightly running over.

Opening the door, she first hung up the phone, then quickly turned on the copier.

Locking the door again, she quietly slipped out. As she did so, she heard Lu Ziyan ask, "Sister-in-law, who called?" "

China Unicom's after-sales service."

Quickly putting the phone back in, she realized how nervous she was and knew she should go back. Just as she made up her mind, Lu Zirong walked in wearing a bathrobe.

"Zirong, I should go back," she said in a pleading tone.

"What? You're not sleeping here?" He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"It's not appropriate at this time," she looked at him affectionately, walked over and hugged him, "Aren't you afraid what your little sister will say?"

Lu Zirong thought for a moment, feeling that if the media found out that the two of them were sleeping together before they were even married, it would cause a huge uproar. "Okay then, but it's so late—"

"It's only 10:30, I'll take a taxi home." Hearing that Lu Zirong had agreed, Zuo

Shanshan lingered and became affectionate with him. "Shanshan, how about we have a thank-you party tomorrow?" He turned to face Zuo Shanshan, who nodded, and the two kissed gently.

"I was originally thinking of washing up first, and then—" He grabbed Zuo Shanshan's breasts.

"Some other time, you drank tonight, don't make too much." She tenderly touched him, reaching out to touch Lu Zirong's genitals.

"Alright then." Lu Zirong wasn't going to linger any longer, but made one request, "Let them kiss again." Zuo Shanshan knew what he meant, and her face flushed red. "Aren't you ashamed?"

Lu Zirong then lifted his bathrobe, reached out and pulled open Zuo Shanshan's nightgown, and slipped inside her along the edge of the bed.

"Okay, if you keep going, you won't be able to leave," Zuo Shanshan cleverly persuaded, freeing herself up.

Ten minutes later, Zuo Shanshan came downstairs.

3.

"Brother, has sister-in-law left?" Lu Ziyan heard someone coming downstairs and got up to put on her coat.

"What are you doing here if you're not leaving?" Lu Zirong had just seen Zuo Shanshan off and felt a little empty when he saw his sister push the door open and come in.

"You didn't—" Lu Ziyan curled her thumb and forefinger, inserted another finger into the curled fingers, and asked playfully.

Lu Zirong saw this and suddenly became excited. He grabbed his sister and said, "Little girl, I'll take you—"

Lu Ziyan giggled and pinched it, noticing her brother's unusually large erection. She laughed and said, "Isn't that right?" Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Zirong pressed her down on the bed. "Your sister-in-law doesn't like to sneak peeks, so she's saving them for you, you little glutton."

"No way," she pinched Lu Zirong's

penis. "Your sister-in-law is afraid you'll drink too much and get vomiting and diarrhea, so tonight I'm going to make you drunk again." This excited Lu Zirong, who then spread Lu Ziyan's legs apart. "You wanted me to soak in it for the rest of my life, so tonight I'll soak it all night."

Lu Ziyan looked up as Lu Zirong put his penis inside her, her pink vulva taking it in and slowly splitting open. "Brother, you haven't practiced hard enough inside Mother."

"You little brat," Lu Zirong thrust in, "I'll soak in your 'rejuvenation pot' first, then practice inside Mother."

"Then, then I'll call Mother over." Lu Ziyan said, dialing the phone.

"Rong'er, still not asleep?" Li Rouqian asked softly on the other end of the line. Seeing it was her son calling, she called out.

Lu Ziyan replied softly and mysteriously, "Mom, brother's soaking in the 'rejuvenating pot' right now."

Hearing her daughter's voice, and hearing her flirtatious words, Li Rouqian knew her son and daughter were together. "You little brat, be careful I'll tear you apart! Your brother's been drinking."

"I know, he's been vomiting and having diarrhea, so I let him soak in here. Mom, he said he'll sober up and then come in to 'rejuvenate' himself." This made Li Rouqian feel itchy.

"You little slut, you can't live without a man. I'm entrusting him to you, not so you can seduce him. Beijing is different from home."

Lu Zirong, hearing his mother's soft words, took the phone. "Rou Rou, your husband's just tired, he's going to soak in Yanzi's."

"Rong'er, don't let her go crazy, it'll hurt her health."

"Mom, your son's drunk, completely drunk, he just wants to 'rejuvenate' himself in you." Lu Zirong teased her.

"You brat, Rong'er, all you do is tease me! You're so distant, how can I stand it?" Feeling a tingling, aching sensation, Li Rouqian longed for her son to be on top of her.

"Then I'll vomit and ejaculate inside you," Lu Zirong said in a affected tone, his large penis throbbing inside Lu Ziyan, making her itch. "Brother, move again."

Hearing this, Li Rouqian knew the siblings were having sex. Overcome with desire, she remembered her son hadn't replied to her text message, so she said, "Rong'er, my thoughts are all in your pocket." She hung up.

"Brother, what did Mom say?" Lu Ziyan asked, sticking out her buttocks.

"Mom said she brought the recycling furnace, it's in my pocket." She pulled it out abruptly, rummaging through her clothes to find it.

"Brother, let me see." Lu Ziyan snatched it, wanting to see what her mother had written. “It’s Mother’s lewd songs again, brother. I think Mother’s heart is all on you.”

She recited, “The moon rises above the bamboo, all is quiet, my husband is drunk and asleep. The courtyard is silent, the corridor is quiet, the doors and windows are bolted, the red candles burn high. My heart pounds in panic, I open the window to hug my son; the scoundrel, with a smile on his face, eagerly jumps in, his fingertips scratching my face as he whispers, ‘Shameless!’ You scoundrel, you’re not acting like a mother, Father is still dreaming, and you’re already picking my peaches over the wall. Pretending to be angry, you’re all coquettish, you little devil, it’s your fault, it’s only fair that your mother wants your son, how can I be scoundrel? Don’t think the wrong way, she’s hitting and punching, a good round of flirting and teasing.”

“Brother, Mother is saying she’s having an affair with you.”

Lu Zirong heard this and felt a surge of lust rise within him. “You scoundrel, you’re not acting like a mother, how can I be scoundrel? You’re still opening the window to hug your son.”

"Our mother is saying that Dad is drunk and doesn't know anything, and that she and you are having an affair." Lu Ziyan chuckled. "But Mother's poem is so erotic, brother, there's more below."

"You're thinking dirty thoughts, so be it. Sneaking up to the inner room, the old man doesn't know, and then he teases Mother, embracing her tightly. It's about you," she read, holding the edge of the paper. "Oh, oh, oh, today I have some free time, picking flowers and stealing peaches. A lecherous man, comforting his mother's loneliness, enjoying the pleasures of love. Hee--brother, you're so naughty, calling Mom a lecherous man." She looked up. "You want to steal our mother's peaches?"

Lu Zirong felt a surge of lust and hugged his sister. "Yanzi, let's put it in first." Lu Ziyan let him put it in.

“Shh—you little devil, you gluttonous cat who steals a bite, I’m not as good as a prostitute, I can’t sell my smiles at the door, look how impatient you are, jumping into my crotch.”

“You naughty swallow, you wanton swallow, stop reading, I can’t take it.” As Lu Zirong spoke, he began to thrust hard inside Lu Ziyan.

Lu Ziyan wanted to read on, “She pulled away for a kiss, grabbed the waistband of her dress, her fragrant body full of delicate beauty. If only I had known such a wonderful woman, she would become the object of my longing. Mother, oh mother, I am your little cat stealing fish from your crotch. Drooling, oily lips, a plump, wet bun, she said she wouldn't sell her smiles, yet she has bewitched her son. Hehe, plump, wet bun, brother, you are a little gluttonous cat stealing fish.”

Lu Ziyan’s voice and mannerisms further fueled Lu Zirong’s lust. He snatched her away and threw her on the ground, “Drooling, oily lips, plump, wet bun, Yanzi, I’ll steal both of you.” He hugged his sister, calling her “my dear wife” and “slutty mother” repeatedly as he thrust into her.

Chapter

5, Section 1:

In the conference room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Director Liu sat at a large round table, deep in thought. Several people sitting around him were watching him. After a long time, Director Liu stared at Shi Jian, occasionally nodding.

“We received an internal report today that Agong’s drug trafficking gang is stirring again. It seems like they’re going to make a big move this time, but this time it’s different from before. The security is tight, and it’s difficult for our informants to get close, so they’ve asked us for help.” He finished speaking and surveyed the entire meeting room.

“Could we send someone in?” asked the young deputy director, Sun Hongwei.

“We’re not familiar with Agong’s environment, so that seems unlikely.” Political Commissar Yang pondered, feeling it was inappropriate.

Director Liu lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and waited for others to offer their opinions. Seeing that no one else spoke, he stubbed out the cigarette, put it in the ashtray, and sat up straight.

“I just reported to the Public Security Bureau, and they strongly support our opinion. I have a candidate here. What do you all think? Shi Jian is our excellent criminal investigation captain, and he has experience training in the rainforest. What do you think?”

Political Commissar Yang, sitting to the side, nudged him with his elbow, and Director Liu immediately understood.

"Regarding this decision, I have explained my initial ideas to the Public Security Bureau and sought opinions from relevant leaders." He glanced at Shi Jian, then exchanged a look with Political Commissar Yang. Turning to Shi Jian, he asked, "What else do you think?"

Shi Jian had already considered this. Since the bureau had made this arrangement, he would naturally follow orders. Besides, this was also a chance for him to gain experience, so people wouldn't say he was just relying on powerful connections. He decisively said, "I will follow the organization's arrangements."

"Good!" Director Liu said with satisfaction, "The relevant work will be arranged later. Okay, meeting adjourned."

"Dad, couldn't you have told the bureau not to let Shi Jian go?" Xu Ningjing had heard that Shi Jian had a special mission, but he hadn't told her the specifics. But the thought of him being gone for so long made her uneasy.

“Sweetie,” Xu Dacheng took his daughter’s hand and held it firmly in his palm, “This is their department’s decision, I can’t really say anything.”

Xu Ningjing pouted, “I don’t believe it.” She then smiled and leaned on her father’s shoulder, “They don’t want him to be gone for so long.”

Xu Dacheng turned to look at his daughter, “Are you reluctant to let him go?”

“That’s right.” Xu Ningjing

said in a coquettish voice. “Then do you still want him to promote you?” Patting his daughter’s chubby, soft little hand, Xu Dacheng asked, getting to the heart

of the matter. “It’s all up to you.” His daughter said sweetly.

Regarding Shi Jian, Director Liu had already spoken to him. Deep down, Xu Dacheng didn't want him to go into danger, but to advance rapidly in politics, especially in the public security department, one had to produce outstanding achievements. Otherwise, even the best person could only hold a high-ranking, unimportant position. But with someone as professional and talented as Shi Jian, he didn't want to bury his potential. So he said, "It's not that simple, Jingjing. I want Shi Jian to have a more extraordinary life, so you can have a good future."

"Then—" Xu Ningjing blushed as she spoke.

"Silly girl, is it because you can't leave?" Xu Dacheng sighed.

Xu Ningjing quickly hugged his neck, playfully scolding, "Dad, why are you sighing like that again?"

"Dad's afraid you'll grow up and fly away,"

Xu Ningjing said playfully, shaking her father's neck. "Where can I fly to? You're still holding me back."

"Then spend more time with Dad when you have time," Xu Dacheng said, stroking his daughter's delicate face with boundless affection.

"When are you going on your business trip?" Since his daughter graduated, Xu Dacheng had taken her with him on every business trip, partly to broaden her horizons and partly so he could have someone to talk to.

"What, do you want Dad to buy you a gift again?" Xu Dacheng's mood suddenly brightened.

"That's right." Xu Ningjing never hid anything from her father. She held out her slender finger, the golden ring sparkling under the light.

Xu Dacheng noticed that Xu Ningjing had already switched the ring to the middle finger of her right hand. "Silly Dad, you can't make that mistake again." Her charming eyes were captivating. This ring was specially bought for his daughter by Xu Dacheng during his business trip to Hainan. Back in the dormitory, Xu Ningjing asked her father to put it on her. Xu Dacheng lovingly held his daughter's small hand and gently placed it on her ring finger. Xu Ningjing immediately blushed, a cloud of color rising in her cheeks.

"Dad, you put it on the wrong one." Her sweet, youthful scent wafted onto his face, making Xu Dacheng's mind wander.

"What's wrong?" Xu Dacheng looked at his daughter's delicate face.

"This is how men wear it when they're courting, silly daddy." Xu Ningjing smiled mischievously. "Have you never put it on a girl before, or are you just used to it?"

Xu Dacheng looked embarrassed. "Go away, you silly girl, this is the first time Daddy has put it on you."

"Hehe, then it can't be—it can't be for my daughter—" Her pure smile was full of innocence.

“Dad, do you need to beg me?” he laughed, his kind tone melting away any resentment. “Don’t you love Dad?”

Xu Ningjing giggled. “Dad, I love you, I love you.”

Xu Dacheng knew his daughter was always attached to him. Watching her playfully fiddling with her fingers, he said, “Tell Dad, what do you want me to buy you this time?”

“I don’t know.” She blinked. “If I tell you, it’s just what I want, that’s no fun.”

“Haha—” Xu Dacheng laughed heartily, looking at his daughter’s close face, he reached out and gently squeezed her cheek. “You little devil, a necklace, a ring, cosmetics, Dad will buy you all of these—” he pondered.

“Wang Fei, Wang Fei wears Gilson underwear from America.” Xu Ningjing remembered how Wang Fei used to walk around the dormitory in fashionable and expensive underwear at school, and she felt jealous.

“Jingjing, you want Dad to buy you these—” Xu Dacheng stared at her, wide-eyed.

“What’s the big deal? It’s only a little over 2,000 yuan.” Xu Ningjing thought Xu Dacheng thought it was too expensive.

“But Dad doesn’t know—”

Xu Ningjing said happily, knowing her father had agreed. “Is it the right size?” She put her arm around her father’s shoulder. “The bottom is medium, and for the top, you can just buy a C-size.”

Xu Dacheng glanced at it following her gaze. It wasn’t too big or too small, and he felt a slight pang of regret.

Xu Ningjing pouted. “You know that, don’t you?” When the father and daughter went on business trips, Xu Ningjing never tried to hide it from her father, so Xu Dacheng had seen his daughter’s cleavage quite a bit, though not completely.

This made Xu Dacheng’s mind wander, and he casually muttered, “Little brat.” He liked it when his daughter spoke to him like that; it made his heart flutter, as if he were a few years younger. “Jingjing—” He suddenly remembered the previous topic. “Did Shi Jian want you—”

“No, he didn’t.” Xu Ningjing said firmly. “He was just saying goodbye to someone. I couldn’t get the answer no matter how I asked.” Her words revealed her resentment towards Shi Jian.

Xu Dacheng was satisfied with Shi Jian's performance; it seemed the boy was teachable. He turned to his daughter, "Okay, Dad will buy you a Gilson."

"Really, Dad?" Xu Ningjing wiggled her little bottom, proudly hugging her father's arm. Xu Dacheng intentionally or unintentionally placed his hand on his daughter's little bottom, "Look how happy you are."

2.

General Zuo had been making frequent trips to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection these past few days. With such a big incident at his unit, after much deliberation, he still had to maneuver around, hoping to smooth things over. As long as the 5 million yuan could be covered, he wouldn't pursue anything else. Fortunately, the regimental commander's daughter was also kind and righteous, contributing a sum of money from the company, which could be considered a good deed for Xiao He. But she said that this would be the end of it.

Although he secretly hated Xiao He to the core, he was concerned about the reputation of his unit and his own future, so he lobbied everywhere, trying to keep Xiao He's job and transfer him out of Beijing. But the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection refused, and in the end, he was dismissed from his post.

The general, having put down his burdens, felt a void in his heart. Sitting in his spacious office, he thought of Shanshan one moment and Xiaomei the next. This whole affair had come so suddenly; otherwise, he would have made sure she was settled. Reflecting on his trip to Xiaojiayu, he felt somewhat guilty towards his daughter. That place was incredibly poor; as the locals described it, it was a desolate place, the mountains almost entirely rocky, barren except for the scattered pine trees planted during the Great Leap Forward. Villagers had to ferry water several miles away, and every household relied on meager plots of land in the mountains for sustenance. Thinking of Xiaomei's simple, impoverished life, the general felt a pang of guilt. Even when he was out visiting prostitutes, he always spent thousands of yuan. Yet, he had left Xiaomei nothing.

"Alas! Xiaomei, I've made you suffer." Facing his daughter, he felt a sense of helplessness and despair for the first time. If it were anyone else, he could have easily built a nest for her and fulfilled his desires.

Lu Zirong's arrival left him with a sense of loss. He knew that although he loved Shanshan deeply, she was destined to marry, and their opportunities to meet would become increasingly rare, despite the fact that he had set up a nominal office for them. He felt a pang of regret that he hadn't fully enjoyed himself with Shanshan that night. Not only was his wife watching, but this added another legitimate reason for their separation, so how much of Shanshan truly belonged to him?

He had never doubted power before, but this time he truly felt its insignificance, at least in terms of ethical and moral weakness.

"Shanshan—" The thought of Zuo Shanshan with Lu Zirong made his heart ache, especially the image of a lone man and woman in a room. Minister Zuo felt a sharp pain in his heart. Lu Zirong was a womanizer; what wouldn't they do together? Thinking of this, Minister Zuo felt disheartened, perhaps the real reason for his recent busy schedule.

That day, when he left the mountain village, Xiao Mei's brows furrowed, and the general's heart trembled again. No! He had to bring her back. He would rather give up that kind of relationship with her than not see her again; he had to watch over her and give her happiness. Thinking this, his lower body involuntarily trembled, becoming erect.

"Mei'er, you don't know that Dad has already gotten together with Lingling, do you? If you do know, please don't blame me. Dad and she were just by chance, a coincidence." He imagined this innocent young girl, deflowering him for the first time. Although there weren't many techniques or skills, her naivety and awkwardness were enough to drive him wild.

To be fair to Xiao Mei, he first needed to settle things with Fan Lingling, thus providing a satisfactory explanation for his absurdity. He took a bankbook from his desk, quietly tucked it away, and locked the door.

The Qingtong Municipal Committee was somewhat caught off guard by General Zuo's arrival, having received no prior notice and having no idea why he was there.

General Zuo had simply made a quiet phone call to the Municipal Party Secretary, saying it was about his daughter's wedding and instructing that it be kept simple and not too public. However, the Qingtong Municipal Committee still provided the highest level of hospitality, omitting the welcoming ceremony and banquet.

Looking at the newly renovated Municipal Government Guesthouse, General Zuo's mood was naturally different from usual. He knew that the Qingtong Municipal Committee had made special arrangements for someone of his rank staying there. He quietly called over Minister Liao from the Propaganda Department, "No other arrangements, just the same as last time."

Minister Liao, who was originally on other tasks, understood the implication. He pondered the phrase "just the same as last time" and suddenly realized: Did Minister Zuo want the girl from last time? Based on his years of experience, he should be absolutely certain, but he had only met the child once and didn't recognize her at all.

As he left, he called the guesthouse manager and explained his purpose. Soon, the girl named Fan Lingling was brought in.

"Uncle, it's you!" she said with a beaming smile upon seeing Minister Zuo.

"How do you still recognize me?" Minister Zuo was also excited. This meeting was naturally different from the last; last time, they were strangers, but this time, it was his own flesh and blood.

"I will never forget you," Fan Lingling said, looking at him before suddenly lowering her head.

"Really?" He walked over and stroked her head. "Tell me, why?"

Fan Lingling looked up, her big eyes blinking. "You're my first time."

"Hehe, little girl." He lifted Fan Lingling's chin. "Is your first time that important?"

"Of course, you're the first person to make me a woman." She said shyly. "Uncle, I heard you specifically asked me to come here?"

"Little girl, nothing can be hidden from you. Uncle wants to take you to Beijing." Looking at her bright red lips, Minister Zuo thought of Xiao Mei, only Xiao Mei's were slightly fuller.

"So, do you want to keep me as your mistress?" Fan Lingling asked innocently. In her mind, a successful man who liked a woman simply wanted to keep her.

"Nonsense! Uncle wants you to go to school in Beijing."

"Then I won't go!" She refused firmly.

"Why?" Minister Zuo seemed very curious. Why did she refuse to go to school in Beijing?

“We’re not related.”

“Hehe, silly girl.” Minister Zuo laughed happily. This world is so realistic. Even a child this age knows that there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Keeping her as a sugar daddy is a transaction, and sending her to school must have other motives.

“Are you afraid your uncle will sell you?” Looking at Fan Lingling who didn’t speak, he said, “How about this? Your uncle likes you, so you can make him happy by doing what you like.”

“Mm.” Fan Lingling nodded reluctantly. “Then, Mom—” Fan Lingling was obviously looking for an excuse. She knew that if a high-ranking official like General Xiang wanted to do something, she definitely couldn’t refuse.

“Then bring Mom over too.”

“Uncle is so kind.” Fan Lingling smiled happily, a bright and touching smile. She snuggled against Minister Zuo’s lap like a kitten. “Uncle, what do you call my mom?”

“Little girl.” Minister Zuo was very curious that Fan Lingling would ask such a question. "What do you think?"

"We're done, you should—call her Mom."

Both amused and exasperated, Minister Zuo couldn't easily contradict her. "Just say it, then I'll call her Mom." He reached out and hugged her. "Then what will you call me?"

"You're my man, my wild man."

Minister Zuo's anger flared. He had originally come to give her some money so she could live comfortably and be true to Xiao Mei and his conscience, but Fan Lingling's charming beauty made him lose control. He didn't know how many people Fan Lingling had entertained since he left, so he asked, "Lingling, how many men have you been with?"

"None!"

"I don't believe you. Didn't they invite you?"

Fan Lingling stared with wide eyes. "Really, I'm not lying to you." Finally, she added, "With a high-ranking official like you, they wouldn't dare."

He held her in his arms. "Then you really haven't been with other men?"

"Can't you see for yourself?" Fan Lingling retorted. Minister Zuo had originally wanted to say, "How can you tell?" But the words that came out were, "Then let me see your little pussy. I've marked it." He covered it and rubbed it, silently praying, "Mei'er, forgive me."

"Bad uncle," she said, wiggling her hips to avoid him.

"Are you afraid I'll see?" Minister Zuo deliberately teased, chasing after her.

"No, not at all."

Minister Zuo held her hands, looking into Fan Lingling's eyes. "Then I'll untie it."

Fan Lingling suddenly said in a tearful voice, "Uncle, you—you be gentle."

"Don't call me uncle," Minister Zuo said sternly.

"Good man." Her face brightened again.

Minister Zuo gently untied it, revealing a few sparse pubic hairs scattered messily between her snow-white legs, a tight slit peeking out from under her buttocks. He suddenly put on a stern face, "You little slut, you still say you're not lying to me."

Startled, Fan Lingling asked in confusion, "Where—"

"When Uncle left, there were twelve hairs here, how come one is missing now?"

"You, you're lying!" Fan Lingling knew he was teasing her, "I, I didn't have any there at all—"

"Hehe, then let Uncle take another look," he opened Fan Lingling's small vulva, tender and red, glistening with moisture, "I remember there's still the mark of Uncle's penis on the left side inside you."

Fan Lingling angrily sat up and pounded on him, "You're bad, you're bad, bad Uncle." This teased the Left Minister, who then hugged her buttocks. Fan Lingling reached out and grabbed his penis. "Big cock."

"Okay, okay, Uncle won't look anymore, but today Uncle will still give you a cock imprint." He said, pulling down his pants. Fan Lingling gripped the throbbing cock. "Uncle, you have to be slow today, don't hurt me."

Minister Zuo looked at her, a surge of lust rising within him. "Uncle won't hurt you, he'll only make you feel good." Amidst Fan Lingling's trembling screams, he aimed at her vulva.

"Uncle, yours is so big, Lingling is scared—" She pinched it, shrinking back.

"Hehe, it's more comfortable when it's big, come on, Lingling." He grabbed her little buttocks, grinding them together, watching his penis slowly enter. Fan Lingling gradually relaxed.

"Women all like big ones, isn't it comfortable?" He looked at the position with a wicked grin, her full labia slowly parting, swallowing it. "Look, it's in."

"Bad, bad." With each word Fan Lingling spoke, he went in a little bit more, until they both saw half of it was inside. Minister Zuo held her head, "Does it not hurt anymore?"

"Mmm, Uncle." She looked up at him with a giggle, "Yours is so big, it's all in."

"Hehe, little girl, later, you want to swallow Uncle all the way in too." Before Fan Lingling could object, he pushed hard, suddenly plunging it all the way in.

"Hiss—" Fan Lingling didn't let out a sound of unbearable pain, but rather a sound of unexpected pleasure, "You naughty thing, catching me off guard." As she spoke, she punched Minister Zuo with her little hand.

"Look, is it all in?" Minister Zuo lowered his head to let her see. Fan Lingling looked for a while, but because her pubic hair covered it, she had to use both hands to spread it open.

"Lingling, your little pussy is so full."

"Uncle, pull it out, let me see." Her little hands twitched, looking innocent and charming.

Minister Zuo pulled out a bit. "What do you want to see?" He looked at the throbbing, purplish penis, which had exposed a patch of Fan Lingling's tender flesh, and asked curiously.

Fan Lingling suddenly smiled at him, "Your big penis is so long, and it even has ridges." Minister Zuo couldn't hold back any longer and thrust in hard.

"Bad, bad." Fan Lingling's delicate body was almost lifted up, and she trembled and moaned under Minister Zuo's thrusts.

3.

Lu Zirong sat in the northeast corner of the booth, watching the dancing crowd through the half-hidden curtain, and gently sipped his red wine.

The Celebrity Club is located near the not-so-bustling Mentougou district. Its storefront is small, but the interior is spacious, simply yet tastefully decorated, and equipped with all kinds of high-end entertainment facilities. It's a leisure spot for business tycoons and celebrities; the name "Celebrity Club" reflects its aim to accommodate celebrities from both worlds. Lu Zirong chose this place precisely because of this.

"Brother Lu—" came Black Bull's hoarse voice, "I'm here."

Lu Zirong lowered his voice, "Turn left after entering, northeast corner." He casually beckoned to the waiter, "A pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, please." He knew Black Bull had a particular fondness for Zhonghua cigarettes.

Just as the waiter brought the cigarettes, Black Bull walked in with a grin. "Big Brother."

"Sit down," Lu Zirong said condescendingly. As the waiter bowed and withdrew, he asked softly, "Sir, what would you like?"

"Hennessy," he said hastily, hoping he would leave quickly.

Lu Zirong noticed that Hei Niu was eager to speak, so he said slowly, "Have a cup of tea first." He cut Hei Niu off, and Hei Niu picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Here—" Lu Zirong pretended to appreciate the romantic music with an air of elegance, "You have to learn to be refined." He glanced sideways, seemingly not looking at Hei Niu.

Hei Niu lit a cigarette, and in the time it took to exhale a smoke ring, the waiter brought in the Hennessy and quietly withdrew.

"How's it going over there?"

"Everything's ready, just waiting for you to inspect it, brother." Hei Niu boasted, "This time I brought some samples." As he spoke, he reached for his lighter, took out the cotton oil from the back cover, and gently pulled out a white object, placing it on the table.

"Please take a look." He gently pushed it across the table, his expression remaining impassive.

As Lu Zirong picked up his teacup, he used his ring finger to trace a white substance in his hand, then coughed and sneezed. While picking up a napkin, he used his fingernail to dab a small amount, put it in his mouth, and then spat it into the napkin.

"A nice pure color," he said approvingly. "Wait for my call." He then stood up and beckoned to the waiter in the porch. "Give this gentleman a seat at the high table."

"Yes, please wait a moment," the waiter replied attentively, returning shortly with a beautifully printed roster.

Lu Zirong flipped through it; it was filled with exquisite photos of beautiful women and brief descriptions, categorized as the top ten "red" ladies, the top ten "gold" ladies, and the top ten "silver" ladies. Further on were lists of ladies with different styles to suit various tastes. Ladies who had customers were indicated by a floral pattern to the left of their photos, signifying that they were currently serving a customer.

Among the top ten courtesans, he saw Mu Ming, known as "Aunt Thirteen," who had become famous for serving thirteen men in a row; and Tao Tao, nicknamed "Tuna," who was known for her oral skills and bedroom prowess. Both of them were beautiful and had extraordinary temperaments, and he could not tell that they were women of the night. He nodded in satisfaction. Turning to look at Black Bull, Lu Zirong said, "Tonight, I'll treat you to a high-class experience."

Black Bull's eyes widened excitedly. "Brother, isn't it a bit expensive here?"

Lu Zirong stared at him. "Not a bit, it's extremely expensive. Their appearance fee is 10,000 yuan per session."

Black Bull exclaimed in surprise, "Golden cunts!"

Lu Zirong laughed. "Whether they're golden cunts or not, you'll find out soon enough. It's not just about cunts here, it's about atmosphere. What's the point of cunts? It's nothing more than animalistic release. But atmosphere is different. It can make your heart flutter, make you intoxicated, and make your desires simmer. If it were just about cunts," he looked into his eyes, "we wouldn't have such a deep Oedipus complex." His words were meant to let Black Bull know that if it were just about cunts, why would he only like his mother among so many women?

Black Bull understood the meaning and said with deep sympathy, "Brother, I understand." Thinking about how he and Lu Zirong both had romantic feelings for their mothers, he realized that human emotions are truly indescribable.

"Enjoy it. I won't keep you company tonight."

"Then you—" He had thought Lu Zirong would be with him, but remembering that Lu Zirong had ordered two, he couldn't help but ask.

Lu Zirong looked at him kindly, "I have some things to do, you can have a threesome with them."

Watching Lu Zirong get up and walk out, he suddenly remembered, "Is it Auntie?" He had been worried about Lu Zirong's long-cherished wish and had wanted to secretly help him for a long time, but it was inconvenient to say it out loud.

When Lu Zirong heard him say that, he stopped and gently patted his shoulder, "Thank you, she didn't come this time."

"Oh." Hei Niu's disappointed eyes showed his regret for him.

Suddenly, an impulse rose in his heart, and he wanted to tell him that he had slept with her. His lips moved a few times, but he finally suppressed it. It was not convenient to say it at this time and in this place. 02-04

Extra Six Chapters

1.

Lu Zirong knew that this time he had to do it perfectly. He obtained import and export rights in Beijing under the name of New Continent Company, and then quietly returned to Qing Tong. He wanted to use Qingtong as a trading hub, dealing in inconspicuous, mass-produced goods.

On the very day he returned to Qingtong, he bought a plot of salt flats in the southern suburbs. He had already planned to use this to strengthen the Lu family business, but he was unsure who should manage such a large operation. He didn't want his mother, Li Rouqian, to overwork, and besides, he wanted to enjoy her company at any time. He saw her as both the manager of the Lu family business and his lover. His elder brother, Lu Ziling, was always timid and indecisive, incapable of handling anything significant. Only his sister, Lu Ziyue, with her fiery personality, outspokenness, and cunning, would have been the perfect choice if not for the business rivalry with him.

Ever since the day he learned of her incestuous relationship with her father, Lu Ziyue seemed to have lost the will to live. Like a defeated rooster, she was listless all day, a sight that pained Lu Zirong. But whenever he saw his nephew Jianxin, his heart ached. That incestuous little thing, he just couldn't bring himself to love him. He didn't know how to address him—nephew or brother?

He secretly transferred money to her account several times, ensuring her financial security, but received no thanks from Lu Ziyue. Perhaps she was ashamed to see him, or perhaps she harbored deep resentment towards him. Whatever the reason, he didn't care. After all, she was his own sister; as the saying goes in the countryside, they came from the same womb. As long as she stopped fighting with him, he would integrate her into the Lu family. As for her incestuous relationship with her father, Lu Zirong didn't harbor much resentment. Hadn't he also had an affair with his mother and a relationship with his sister? As long as there was mutual affection, what was wrong with love between a man and a woman?

He decided to observe Lu Ziyue's attitude first before trying to help her regain her spirits. Having thought everything through, he drove his BMW onto the city's main avenue.

"Rou Rou, are you home?" He gripped the steering wheel skillfully, put on his headphones, and dialed the number. He loved hearing his mother Rou Rou's voice, that very feminine, masculine voice.

"Yes," Li Rouqian replied with a look of joy.

"We're going to Ziyue's house tonight, come along."

"You're back? You didn't even come home," his mother, Li Rouqian, complained, her tone full of coquettishness.

Lu Zirong felt a little guilty. His mother must have been worried sick at home these past few days, yet he had neglected her. "Rou Rou, is there some weed growing down there?"

Li Rouqian felt both angry and ashamed. She was angry that her son hadn't even stepped into the house yet, and ashamed that he had said such flirtatious things. She blurted out, "Growing your mother's cunt weeds."

Lu Zirong liked his mother like this. He whispered into the phone, "Mom, I know there's moss growing down there. I'll hoe it for you when we get home."

"You're still thinking about your mother? Have you hoeed the swallow until it's smooth?" Li Rouqian knew her son and daughter very well. When they were together, weren't they like dry wood meeting a raging fire?

"The swallow doesn't have many feathers, but Mom has a whole lot of weeds." Lu Zirong was telling the truth. The swallow's newly developed, tender buds were sparse and only had a few alluring feathers.

"You idiot, you even counted how many feathers the swallow has." Li Rouqian said jealously.

"Rou Rou, I'll count for you tonight."

"Count? Count your mother's cunt!" Li Rouqian huffed, her curse sending a jolt of electricity through Lu Zirong's body.

"Rou Rou, we've crossed the traffic light. Come over tonight." Seeing the flashing yellow light, Lu Zirong gently lifted the accelerator.

Lu Ziyue lived in a villa in Crescent Bay, the steps leading up to it hidden in layers of greenery. This was an affluent area; each villa was unique, yet unconnected, the environment elegant and tranquil, the scenery refreshing and pleasant.

Lu Zirong passed through several archways and arrived at the small villa with its low-slung eaves, gently ringing the doorbell.

"Why are you here?" Lu Ziyue, dressed in a floral casual dress, said indifferently.

"I came to see you." Entering the house, Lu Zirong looked around, sensing the quietness of the place.

"Water or coffee?" Lu Ziyue asked expressionlessly.

"A cup of coffee, please." He tried to cheer himself up, and seeing Lu Ziyue pouring water herself, he asked in surprise, "Where's the nanny?"

"Father is sick and took leave."

"Thank you for your hard work." Lu Zirong looked at his sister and noticed that Lu Ziyue had lost weight; her once full cheeks now showed a slight droop in her cheekbones, but it gave her a youthful appearance.

"Sister, are you still angry with me?" He grasped her hand, his voice full of pity. Lu Ziyue tried to pull her hand away a few times but couldn't, standing there without saying a word.

"I know I hurt you like that, but it was just a moment of impulse, sister." He gently shook her arm, wanting her to respond.

"I brought this on myself!" Lu Ziyue said irritably. Since her father's death, her family hadn't contacted her, and she had nowhere to vent her emotions. She had always been domineering, so naturally she felt wronged, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Sister, I know you're upset, but do you know how I felt at the time?" He stroked Lu Ziyue's delicate wrist, his heart filled with remorse. “I won’t even mention you fighting with me, I hate you—I hate you—”

Lu Ziyue’s tears streamed down her face. “Don’t say it, Daqing—that beast Daqing has ruined me, he wants me to be—”

“Sister, I know you’re ashamed to let anyone see you.” Remembering the tiny words etched between his sister’s thighs, Lu Zirong understood her pain. How could a woman who had been with their father have the face to find another man? How could she spread her legs and let others see that shameful secret? He pulled her closer, making her sit on his lap, gently stroking her shoulders.

Lu Ziyue trembled slightly, struggling to stand up. “Zirong, don’t do this, we’re siblings.”

“No, you were my woman once, so I have to take responsibility.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, looking at her. “It’s not that I want to bully you, nor that I hate you for fighting for the family fortune, I just don’t want the Lu family to fall apart. Ziyue, come back.” Lu Ziyue

sobbed, turning her face away.

“If you still want to pursue your career, I’ll hand over the warehousing business to you.” He looked into her eyes, communicating with her.

“Then—you won’t mind—” Tears welled up, and she couldn’t continue, having done the most unforgivable thing. She was afraid Lu Zirong would look down on her.

“Sister, what you and Father have is between you two. As long as you both love each other, I won’t mind.” He moved from her shoulder to her cheeks, gently stroking them.

Lu Ziyue’s shoulders trembled. “But you still have a long road ahead of you. You can’t live a life of widowhood.”

“Zirong, what do you want me to do? How can I face anyone like this? I’m a woman abandoned by my father.”

“Fool, that’s why I came here.” He pinched her cheek and looked at her. “Sister, I said I would take responsibility for you.”

“No, no, Zirong.” She said frantically, her heart a jumbled mess. Ever since Lu Zirong found out about her affair with her father, she felt ashamed to stay in this house, especially after being brutally raped by him. At that time, she felt like dying. She knew that Lu Zirong must have been retaliating against her in a fit of anger. If he could have an affair with her father, what else was impossible?

“What? You still hate me?” Lu Zirong pressed.

Lu Ziyue lowered her head. "I was afraid you'd despise me, despise my filthy body."

Lu Zirong moved his head closer. "Your body isn't filthy; what's filthy is your lewd thoughts. Sister, we're siblings, we should care for each other and love each other." He said, pressing his lips to hers. "If we've had it once, we'll have it forever."

"Zirong," she sobbed, as Lu Zirong kissed her.

She reached out and grasped her trembling breasts, but Lu Ziyue pulled them away. "Zirong, are you trying to humiliate me, or—" Recalling their conversation that day, where there was no sibling affection, she wondered what Lu Zirong was up to.

"I wanted to talk about siblings, we're from the same mother, we crawled out of the same vagina, we should be connected by blood."

Lu Ziyue remained silent, weighing the truth in Lu Zirong's words.

"Sister, I apologize to you that day. I know I shouldn't have been so rough; I was just confused by anger." He held her chubby little hand and said sincerely.

“I don’t resent what you did. Anyone would have lost their mind.” Lu Ziyue couldn’t bring herself to hate her younger brother. If it weren’t for their father’s instigation and pampering, she wouldn’t have fallen so far apart from her family over the inheritance.

“Then let us siblings truly love each other this once.” His eyes were filled with boundless love and tenderness.

“Zirong, you don’t care about me and Dad, but you care about Jianxin.” She avoided his gaze, afraid to look at him. She had slept with her father and conceived that bastard child. She had refused at first, but she couldn’t resist her father’s entanglement. It was a moment of confusion on her part, and she was afraid of harming herself.

Lu Zirong turned her face towards him, looking directly into her eyes. “Jianxin didn’t do anything wrong. What’s wrong is our relationship. Sister, love knows no boundaries.”

“Zirong,” she murmured, finally showing a hint of shyness, “I’ll go, I’ll go wash up.” She struggled and stood up. Lu Zirong watched her run into the bathroom. He knew he had achieved his goal.

2.

When Li Rouqian entered, Lu Zirong was sitting on the sofa. His mother, wearing a long trench coat, looked even more elegant and graceful. Lu Zirong especially loved his mother's eyes; they always sparkled, carrying a hint of melancholy that made one want to melt into them.

"Rou Rou," he called softly, and as his mother took off her trench coat, he hugged her.

"You?" Li Rouqian glanced around the room in a panic, scolding her son for his insolence.

"She's taking a bath." Lu Zirong knew his mother was afraid of being seen by Lu Ziyue, and sure enough, Li Rouqian listened to him and gently leaned into his arms.

"Mother didn't know you were coming." Her voice was full of resentment.

"Rou Rou, I came in such a hurry that even Yanzi didn't know." Holding his mother, a familiar fragrance filled his heart. "You idiot, you do

n't even want your mother anymore." Li Rouqian wanted to put her hand on Lu Zirong's, but she was afraid her son would laugh at her. "

Silly Rou Rou, your husband can do without anyone else, but he can't bear to part with you." He pressed his face against hers, seeking a kiss on his mother's soft lips.

"Hmph, all you say is sweet talk. With all those around you, do you even care about your mother?" Li Rouqian said, imagining Zuo Shanshan and Lu Ziyan.

"No matter how many are around, they're not my home. Mother, you are my home." Lu Zirong slipped his hand inside Li Rouqian's bra.

"You idiot, you still know how to come home?" As he spoke, a surge of lust flowed from between his legs. *Rong'er, this is your home, Mother.*

Teasing his mother's nipples, Lu Zirong also wanted to make love with her, but this wasn't the time. "Did you write those lewd poems again?" He knew his mother liked to express her longing for him through poetry; after being away for so many days, she must have written quite a few.

"Mmm," Li Rouqian said coquettishly.

"Say something lewd, let me hear it." Lu Zirong wasn't entirely focused on sex with his mother; he wanted more to arouse her desire and engage in all sorts of lewd acts.

"My darling, you've vanished without a trace, leaving my heart aching! Every day I'm at your door, secretly watching you come and go; I lie awake, clutching my quilt, eyes wide open, praying to the gods until the rooster crows and the crescent moon sets." Li Rouqian, having fully expressed her longing, blushed as she read this. "I won't come again, I won't come again. You only know how to make me—" Her voice trailed off, arousing Lu Zirong.

"My dear mother, my little rascal, I know you miss me, I know you're drooling under the covers." Lu Zirong reached out and touched Li Rouqian's crotch.

Li Rouqian embraced him, enjoying the tender warmth of mother and son.

"Dipped in some sesame oil, fish in water in harmony, tender buds fragrant and freely picked, mother half-heartedly resisting, I was both surprised and delighted. Her cherry lips brushed her fragrant cheeks, dewdrops like peonies blooming."

Li Rouqian didn't want to continue reading, but hearing her son recount the scene from her dream, her heart ached and tingled, and she unconsciously became wet. Hearing "dewdrops like peonies blooming," she unconsciously parted her legs. "You rascal, you've been away on business for so long, I've waited so long you've withered, and you've picked me so many times, leaving only the beautiful, empty peonies.

" She said, "You idiot, you only know how to make your mother happy in vain." Saying this, she unconsciously parted her legs.

Lu Zirong sensed his mother's change and reached to undo Li Rouqian's pants, but she gently grabbed his hand. "Rong'er, don't—" Her eyes unconsciously glanced towards the bathroom.

"Mother, are you wet?" Lu Zirong stopped.

Li Rouqian, fidgeting, suddenly said, "You rascal, you've been missing me terribly! You startled me and called for your mother. Overjoyed, she quickly hugged her son's waist, making her feel instantly flushed; her thighs were itchy or tingling, her crotch was instantly wet, and her heart was being tickled and gnawed by those little bugs." Lu

Zirong grabbed his mother's genitals, "My rascal, I am that bug that has crawled into your heart."

"Ah, no more, no more." Li Rouqian felt a gush of lustful fluid flow down her body, her lower body felt like she had wet her pants, and she went limp. The mother and son nestled there, immersed in their flirtatious teasing.

After a while, they heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Li Rouqian gently pushed him away, looking at Lu Zirong's reluctant expression. Li Rouqian straightened her clothes, her eyes showing both fear and reluctance.

"Ziyue should be out soon."

"Mom, Ziyue said her legs are uncomfortable." Lu Zirong had planned this, but he had been too engrossed in their intimacy and had made love too much with his mother.

"She...she didn't say what's wrong?" Li Rouqian was still concerned about Lu Ziyue; after all, she was her daughter. Despite the past few years of friction between mother and daughter, she still showed maternal love when it came to the crucial moment.

"How would I know?" Lu Zirong feigned innocence.

"You jerk." Li Rouqian didn't actually believe Lu Zirong's explanation. That day on the phone, she vaguely sensed that Lu Zirong was having sex, but she didn't know who it was with, but it certainly wasn't Lu Ziyan, so she had been bothered by it ever since. "I don't believe you're an outsider."

"Mom, what are you talking about? It's like your son is shared with you—" he said, grinning at Li Rouqian.

"Whether it's shared or not, only your big dick knows. How would I know?" Li Rouqian didn't bother to investigate her son's womanizing. "Mom's going to check."

3.

Lu Ziyue lathered herself with soap and soaked in the bathtub. She had initially resisted Lu Zirong's pursuit; she didn't want to become his plaything again. From the conversation between her and her brother that day and Lu Zirong's madness, she knew that she had no more kinship with the Lu family. Before, she only knew that her father was a womanizer who kept many mistresses, and that her mother had almost severed ties with him because of this, and the two no longer slept together. This was perhaps the reason her father had slept with her while drunk. She was secretly pleased, though she wanted to sever all ties with him. However, she couldn't resist his soft words and tenderness. As he knelt on the ground, apologizing and begging for forgiveness, crying about his mother's cold war with him, her heart softened. Looking at her usually stern and strong father, she unconsciously felt sympathy for him. Her original plan to cut ties with him vanished. She saw a lingering affection in his remorseful eyes. She poured him a glass of wine as a gesture of forgiveness and had him put the necklace on her. This act undoubtedly rekindled his passion. As Lu Daqing put the necklace on his daughter, he gently stroked Lu Ziyue's snow-white neck, testing her reaction.

Lu Ziyue seemed satisfied with the diamond necklace. While admiring it, she grasped her father's hand as it moved downwards. In fact, Lu Daqing's hand had already slipped between her slightly protruding breasts.

"Dad—" She gave him a captivating look that made Lu Daqing swoon.

"Yue'er, do you like it?" Lu Daqing lingered on his daughter's chest.

"Dad, you're so bad!" Holding her father's hand, she intentionally or unintentionally touched her own prominent bulge.

"Yue'er," Lu Daqing called softly, kneeling down with a thud. Lu Ziyue looked at her father's upturned face and casually lifted her skirt to cover his face.

Lu Daqing hummed with delight, then hugged Lu Ziyue's plump buttocks, rubbing his face against his daughter's crotch.

"Bad Dad, bad Dad," Lu Ziyue stomped her feet and whispered, but Lu Daqing pulled down her underwear. Right inside her skirt, Lu Daqing stuck his spiky beard into his daughter's vulva. Then he spread it open with his hands and inserted his tongue directly inside.

"Ah—ah—" Lu Ziyue screamed in surprise, grabbing her father's head and pressing it in hard.

Unable to get more space, Lu Daqing lifted his daughter's legs, flipping Lu Ziyue onto the sofa, then pulled out his rock-hard penis and thrust it inside. From then on, their passion was unstoppable.

Warm water flowed between her legs as Lu Ziyue carefully washed herself, not wanting Lu Zirong to smell any odor. Her hand, holding the showerhead, moved down, gently parting the folds, the fine stream of water washing over them. She hadn't expected Lu Zirong to still have sibling-like feelings for her, nor had she expected him not to exclude her from the Lu family. She knew Lu Zirong had come to reconcile with her, albeit in a somewhat unusual way. In his view, if she could accept Lu Zirong and want to integrate into the Lu family, she had to accept his methods; otherwise, she would be forever excluded. Besides, since the night after her father's death, when Lu Zirong raped her, she hadn't been with any other man.

"Daqing, forgive me." Countless times, Lu Daqing and she had made love, the father and daughter finding various ways to play with each other's genitals. A few times, Lu Daqing even inserted an empty wine bottle into her vagina, wanting to see how deep it could go. Lu Ziyue, emboldened by the alcohol, curiously cooperated with her father, using her slender fingers to part her thick labia, watching him slowly insert it.

Then, father and daughter would watch the swaying wine bottle, clapping and laughing along with Lu Ziyue's breathing.

Lu Ziyue pointed at Lu Daqing's nose, "Daqing, look how big your mother's cunt is, I'll stuff you all in later."

Lu Daqing lay on top of her vulva, "Yue'er, spare your son, I don't want to go back to the 'fucking' (a euphemism for being forced to have sex again)."

Lu Ziyue kicked him, "Go back to your mother's cunt."

Lu Daqing got up, pulled out the wine bottle, "Yue'er is my mother, I'll go back to Yue'er's cunt." Saying this, he inserted it, and the father and daughter went at it wildly.

Lu Ziyue never imagined that her father, who had always doted on her, would still haunt her even after death. Did he truly have no feelings for her at all? She knew that in her father's heart, she was no longer his daughter; he loved her as his lover. This was evident in their intimate moments. Whenever father and daughter were together, Lu Daqing would become unfaithful, flirting with her regardless of time or place, sometimes even in front of the nanny.

"Yue'er—" Lu Daqing, sitting on the sofa, casually stroked Lu Ziyue's thigh. Lu Ziyue gently removed his hand, watching the nanny walk back and forth in front of her. She was a little angry at her father's audacity.

"Daqing, you should know how to be more discreet."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lu Daqing watched the nanny walk into the kitchen. "If she dares to tell anyone, I—" As he spoke, he thrust his hand between Lu Ziyue's legs. Although Lu Ziyue was angry, she accepted it. The father and daughter leaned back on the sofa, embracing and kissing.

Just as Lu Daqing was frantically tugging between Lu Ziyue's legs, Lu Ziyue saw the nanny come out. She quickly broke free and slapped Lu Daqing's hand.

The nanny, seeing the intimacy between the two, blushed and walked away.

Lu Daqing grabbed Lu Ziyue, seemingly finding this particularly exciting, more fun than easily taking advantage. Lu Ziyue struggled, but Lu Daqing pulled her into his arms. "Yue'er—" He reached into her bosom and unbuttoned her clothes, kneading her large breasts.

"You rascal! Aren't you afraid she'll see?" Lu Ziyue smoothed her hair, watching her father pull out her snow-white breast. "Greedy cat."

"Hehe, Dad is a greedy cat." He buried his head in Lu Ziyue's chest, suckling her nipple. Lu Ziyue held her nipple like a baby, watching her father swallow.

"Qing'er—Mom has no milk, so you'll have to make do." Lu Ziyue giggled.

Lu Daqing raised his head, "Moon Mother, your son wants to drink your cunt water."

Lu Ziyue, hearing her father's words, looked fearfully at the kitchen, listened to the noise, and whispered, "Daqing, you beast, you can forget about my cunt water." She grabbed his ear.

Lu Daqing suckled Lu Ziyue's nipple, calling out indistinctly, "Mom, spare Daqing!" But he reached between Lu Ziyue's legs.

"Slap!" Lu Ziyue slapped him, "You little brat, fighting with your father for food, you're so bad."

Lu Daqing shamelessly pleaded, "Moon Mother, give your son a chance." He slipped his hand between Lu Ziyue's legs, lingering on her pubic hair for a moment, before directly inserting it into her vulva.

"Ah—Daqing, you're stealing your mother's peach!" As her father touched her, a stream of vaginal fluid flowed between her legs.

Lu Daqing's face flushed red. "I'd rather eat one fresh peach than a basket of rotten apricots. Mother, Qing'er will eat your fairy peach."

"Daqing—Daqing—be gentle." Lu Ziyue was overwhelmed by her father's passion. She hadn't expected him to flirt with her at this time and in this place. She listened intently to the sounds coming from the kitchen, enjoying the unique love between father and daughter.

At first, Lu Ziyue couldn't accept this way, but she couldn't resist her father's teasing and let go. When they were in bed, they talked about everything taboo and did everything that was exciting, playing with each other's organs as they pleased. It could be said that they pushed their sex life and sexual function to the extreme. Lu Ziyue later felt that she and her father were the real sexual partners. She felt a little lingering attachment and sadness about her father's death, but those clear small words severed her longing for him. Lu Daqing deliberately prevented her from being happy. If he still had any feelings for her, he wouldn't have done that beastly thing.

She washed there angrily, hoping to remove the writing, even if it was just a little, so that it would gradually disappear over time. Lu Ziyue held the soap and scrubbed back and forth. Just as she was focused on washing her thighs, Li Rouqian gently pushed open the bathroom door.

The bright light in the bathroom made Lu Ziyue's voluptuous body glow white. Because she was half-crouched, her breasts drooped, further highlighting her mature feminine charm. Her flowing hair covering her chest added a touch of hazy allure, making Li Rouqian a little tempted.

Lu Ziyue's slender, smooth arms were gently rubbing between her legs, completely unaware of Li Rouqian's arrival. Her mind was only on her date with Lu Zirong. Unexpectedly, this single-minded action exposed the secret between her legs.

When Li Rouqian first saw the densely packed small characters, she initially thought it was her daughter's trendy tattoo. But upon closer inspection, her head throbbed. Her first thought was that her daughter and Lu Daqing had an incestuous relationship. Otherwise, she wouldn't have tattooed "Lu Daqing's woman" in such a private place. She was so ashamed that goosebumps rose all over her body.

The small characters were on her upper thigh, almost touching her labia. Li Rouqian felt her heart pounding. If they weren't so intimate, how could she have tattooed words symbolizing their relationship there? "You beasts! You did such shameful things, and you even left such obscene evidence there! No wonder Daqing is such a coward with me; he's been putting all his effort into my daughter." Thinking about Lu Daqing and her daughter Lu Ziyue's illicit affair, Li Rouqian felt her heart bleeding.

Lu Ziyue, Lu Ziyue, I've raised you for nothing! You're so slutty, so wanton! With your looks and assets, what kind of man couldn't you find? Yet you come to compete with me for that deadbeat. Do you really like that coffin-like old man? He's your own father! Thinking of this, she trembled with anger, her teeth grinding together, and with a thud, she collapsed to the ground.

Lu Ziyue, suddenly seeing her mother fall before her, screamed in fright, panicking and losing her composure. "Zirong, Mother, Mother!" She lifted her mother's head, feeling her barely breathing, her face ashen with fear.

Lu Zirong rushed in from outside, expecting a fight between mother and daughter, but to his surprise, his mother, Li Rouqian, couldn't withstand the onslaught and collapsed first. Seeing Lu Ziyue naked, he gently said, "Help Mother to the bedroom."

The siblings hurriedly helped Li Rouqian onto the bed. Lu Zirong pinched his mother's philtrum, signaling Lu Ziyue to take off her mother's clothes.

Seeing Li Rouqian's soaking wet clothes, Lu Ziyue didn't have time to think and carefully unbuttoned her clothes and loosened her belt. "Should we take her to the hospital?" She was worried that something had happened to Li Rouqian.

"No need! Mother was just angry for a moment." He pinched her philtrum while reaching into his mother's underwear and gently pressing her chest. "What's wrong with Mother?" Lu Zirong asked, seemingly puzzled.

"I—I don't know, I heard a thud, and then I saw Mother—" Lu Ziyue seemed flustered, suddenly remembering what she had just done—had Mother seen it? A hint of shyness and unease immediately appeared on her face. If her mother saw the words on her leg, it would undoubtedly tell her about her relationship with her father, Lu Daqing. She looked down at her still naked body; no matter the angle, the fact couldn't be hidden.

Just as she was wondering and speculating, she heard Lu Zirong's voice, "Does Mother know—"

Her heart jumped, "Zirong, you said Mother—" She looked up at Lu Zirong, her face full of pleading.

While pinching his mother's philtrum, Lu Zirong also pursed her lips, performing artificial respiration. "Given what you were doing just now, Mother must have seen it."

"What should I do? I—" Lu Ziyue was so nervous she almost cried.

"Fool!" Seeing Li Rouqian move slightly, Lu Zirong pinched her hard, then gave her a deep breath. Li Rouqian's chest heaved. "Are you scared now?"

Lu Ziyue wanted her mother to wake up, yet she was also afraid of her waking up. She looked at Lu Zirong pleadingly, unsure how to face her mother. This matter could no longer be hidden. "Zirong, I won't argue with you about anything, just don't tell anyone about Jianxin." This

was exactly what Lu Zirong had been waiting for. Seeing his mother let out a soft sigh, he reached out and lifted Lu Ziyue's chin. "Then you'll do whatever I say." Lu Ziyue nodded weakly.

"Quickly take off Mother's wet clothes." When Li Rouqian fell in the bathroom, a large area of her body was soaked, and her underwear must be completely wet now.

Lu Ziyue hurriedly helped his mother up and took off her shirt. Just as the two were pulling down Li Rouqian's pants, Li Rouqian stirred and opened her eyes.

"Beast!" Her first words were a hateful curse, making Lu Ziyue tremble and hide to the side, at a loss.

"Mom, who's the beast?" He placed his hand on Li Rouqian's chest, gently pressing it.

"That beast Daqing—he and—" She suddenly stopped, still unwilling to accept the truth, "Zirong, I don't want to live anymore."

"Mom—Mom—" Lu Zirong hugged her, lowering his head to coax her softly. He knew it wasn't the right time to let her act impulsively, and he couldn't provoke her.

"Daqing and Ziyue—Waaah—waaah—" Li Rouqian cried sadly.

"What happened between him and Ziyue?" Lu Zirong asked knowingly, stroking his mother's snow-white chest. Lu Ziyue hid to the side, not daring to say a word.

"Mom went in and saw her—Zirong—" she sobbed, unable to finish.

"She was just taking a bath in there." He cupped his mother's chin, looking into her eyes.

"That beast must have hooked up with her." She whispered to her son. Hearing this, Lu Ziyue's lingering hope crumbled instantly.

"You're talking nonsense again." Lu Zirong looked at her with a mixture of love and pity, covering her mouth.

"He—he's in Ziyue's—" Li Rouqian stammered, her eyes filled with weakness and helplessness, "He carved words on her genitals, and said Ziyue was Daqing's woman."

Everything became clear, and Lu Zirong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rong'er—" Li Rouqian hugged Lu Zirong's neck, moving her body upwards, and Lu Zirong lowered his head and kissed his mother.

Lu Ziyue stared wide-eyed at the mother and son. That day, she'd only overheard them flirting, but she couldn't believe they'd actually done such a thing. Today, however, she understood completely: it wasn't just her incest in this family; her mother and brother had also committed adultery.

"Rong'er—Rong'er—" Li Rouqian gasped, "Mom feels so bad, so bad."

Lu Zirong probed his mother's mouth with his tongue, hooking it around hers. "Rou Rou, I never thought you cared so much about Daqing. I've spoiled you for nothing." He swirled Li Rouqian's nipples, kneading her snow-white breasts.

"Rong'er—you—" Li Rouqian wrapped her legs around Lu Zirong's. "Mom doesn't care about him, Mom hates Ziyue. Ziyue is worthless; she actually gave her body to that beast." "

You slut, who did you give your body to?" Lu Zirong said, stopping the kiss and staring at Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian nestled shyly into his arms, saying, "You rascal, I gave you my body anyway."

Lu Zirong reached between Li Rouqian's legs, touching her large genitals. Lu Ziyue watched in shock as Lu Zirong's hand rubbed his mother's clitoris while simultaneously inserting it into her vagina.

"Then Daqing and Ziyue's situation is understandable—" He turned her face and kissed her.

"You're bad, you're bullying me too." Li Rouqian said playfully.

"I can bully you, so why can't Daqing bully Ziyue?" He was a little angry at his mother's domineering attitude.

"I just can't stand him carving words on her cunt." Li Rouqian argued.

"I'll carve words on your cunt too tomorrow." He pinched his mother's labia and tore at them.

"You bad thing, just like your father." Li Rouqian cursed casually.

“How can it be different? My father likes Ziyue, and I like you, Mother. Besides, both he and I are regulars in your vagina.”

“No more, no more.” Li Rouqian acted childishly towards her son, imagining the father and son going in and out of her.

“You scoundrel, I know what you like.” He said, digging deeply inside her, making Li Rouqian roll around and cling to him.

“Mother, as long as there is mutual affection, why does it matter who he is? Lu Daqing can carve words on Ziyue’s vagina, which means he can’t let her go and loves her as a lover. Ziyue let him carve, which means she is willing. They are both adults and have the right to control their own sex lives. You don’t like my father, but does that mean no one else should touch him?”

“I—” Li Rouqian was speechless, but thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.

“Even you, aren’t you lonely and restless?” Lu Zirong tried to persuade his mother to accept the reality of Lu Ziyue.

“Mom isn’t lonely—Mom—” Li Rouqian was afraid that her son would say she was just trying to satisfy her sexual desires, so she tried her best to explain.

“I know, Rou’er.” Lu Zirong was thrusting inside her. “You like our son—” Li Rouqian looked at him with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. “Our son likes you too, so we went to bed together to express it. But we are mother and son, and this shouldn’t be shown to our son.”

“Mom—” Li Rouqian wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“Daqing and Yue’er are secretly in love, what’s it to you? If you care so much, it means your heart isn’t with your son at all.” Hearing this, Li Rouqian wanted to argue, but Lu Zirong stopped her. “They like each other, so what if he carves a flower on her vulva? What’s it to you?”

Li Rouqian felt a little more relaxed after being told that. She couldn’t help but laugh heartily, hugged him, and gently kissed him, “Rong’er, tomorrow you carve one for your mother too.”

“Okay, tomorrow I’ll carve it on you: This is Lu Zirong’s vulva.” Saying that, he lifted Li Rouqian’s buttocks, pressed it against her vulva, and kissed it.

“You’re bad!” Li Rouqian punched him, then smiled and said to him, “My body is yours too.”

Lu Zirong felt a tingling sensation, hugged Li Rouqian’s body, and wanted to have sex with her. Li Rouqian was smoothly held by Lu Zirong, and her unhappiness had long been forgotten. At this moment, she wanted to shower all her tenderness on her son. Just as the two were lost in their passion, and Lu Zirong was kneeling and about to mount his mother, Li Rouqian suddenly noticed Lu Ziyue at the foot of the bed.

Her eyes widened, her mouth agape in shock, unable to close for a long time.

In the instant their eyes met, Lu Ziyue's gaze revealed a hint of apology, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Oh dear—" Li Rouqian clearly heard her daughter say sorry, and she gasped, covering her eyes. This situation made her, as a mother, utterly ashamed, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Her son's hands were still crawling there, and she was naked, waiting for him—what a lewd scene! Lu Ziyue had seen it all, and besides, she had just said those things. How could she face anyone? How could she still have the nerve to criticize her daughter?

Lu Zirong knew it was time. Firstly, this would force his mother to accept his sister Lu Ziyue, and secondly, Lu Ziyue would be devoted to him from now on. He secretly gave Lu Ziyue a meaningful look.

Lu Ziyue crawled over, "Mom, I didn't mean it."

Li Rouqian's voice was low and weak, "Go away, Mom—" It was unclear whether she meant she was ashamed to face her in this state, or angry at her daughter's absurd behavior.

Lu Zirong's hand was still on his mother Li Rouqian's, "Mom, please forgive Ziyue."

Li Rouqian whimpered without speaking, then sighed after a long while, "How can I be at ease with her like this?" Lu Zirong knew that his mother was still bothered by the small words between his sister's legs.

"Mom—Mom—" Lu Ziyue grabbed her mother's hand, "I won't argue with Zirong anymore, from now on, I'll stay at home wholeheartedly, okay?"

At this moment, Li Rouqian knew she couldn't blame her too much, and she had no face to blame her anymore. She was lying naked in her son's arms, and his hand was still on her—this little beast, reaching in again. Li Rouqian squeezed her legs together, trying to get Lu Zirong to pull away, but he spread her legs again and began kneading her mother's labia. Wasn't he making her look bad? But she dared not say it aloud, afraid that Lu Ziyue would humiliate her.

"Zirong, I'm just worried that one day—" Li Rouqian didn't look at her daughter; she was only worried that her daughter was too deeply in love with Lu Daqing, that she wouldn't change her mind, and that

she wouldn't treat them sincerely. If one day Lu Ziyue betrayed them from within, the family would fall apart. "Mom—Mom—" Lu Ziyue tried her best to explain, "Those words weren't my choice—Daqing put them there when I wasn't looking." Her voice was very low as she said the last sentence.

"Then he forced you?" Li Rouqian looked at her suspiciously.

"Mom—" Lu Ziyue stammered, her eyes turning to Lu Zirong for help.

"Rou Rou—" Lu Zirong's hand was already rubbing Li Rouqian's clitoris. He wanted to arouse his mother's lust at this moment, to have sex with her in front of her sister, so that she would completely stop pursuing Ziyue.

Lu Ziyue grabbed her mother's hand, "Mom—" She was so anxious that her face turned pale. She wanted to explain but couldn't say it. But would her mother believe her if she didn't? "Daqing—he took advantage of my inattention and put the prepared stuff on there." She looked at her mother pitifully, hoping that she would believe her.

Li Rouqian showed a surprised expression. Lu Zirong took the opportunity to say, "When Daqing was dying, he had sex with Ziyue. Mom, that beast put the prepared stuff there at that moment."

"You mean?" Li Rouqian felt a trace of jealousy. Her daughter had seduced her husband. No wonder Lu Daqing wasn't interested in her. It turned out that he had put all his interest in his daughter.

“Daqing planned it all. He took aphrodisiacs, wanting to have sex with Ziyue, but he died on Ziyue’s stomach.”

“Really? Really?” Li Rouqian looked at Ziyue. She only knew that Lu Daqing died in the hospital, but she didn’t expect such a dirty thing to happen.

“Mom, what’s so strange about that? Daqing did it before.”

“You’re bad.” Li Rouqian knew that Lu Zirong was referring to the time Daqing had a stroke. He had just given him the drug Lu Zirong bought, and he couldn’t perform the second time.

“I’d rather die under the flowers, and even as a ghost, I’d be romantic.” He teased his mother’s beautiful flower.

“Romantic my ass.” Li Rouqian couldn’t help but blurt out.

“Rourou, your son wants to be romantic on your cunt.” He took his mother’s mouth into his mouth, trying to ride on her. Li Rouqian still had a shred of conscience. Although she had been thinking about her son for a long time, she didn’t dare to have sex with Lu Zirong in front of Lu Ziyue, and gently pushed him away.

“Yue’er, if you and Daqing are happy together, Mom won’t say anything more. If you still have this family and still know your mother, then forget Daqing and live a good life with Zirong.”

“Mom, I know.” Lu Ziyue looked at her mother, her heart finally at ease. If Zirong hadn’t arranged for them to meet in this way, this knot would probably have been hard to untie. She couldn’t help but look at Lu Zirong gratefully.

Lu Zirong took the opportunity to say, “Rou Rou, tonight the three of us will have a good time.”

Li Rouqian blushed deeply. Although she had guessed Lu Zirong’s purpose in calling her here, she still found it hard to accept—with her daughter—but this daughter and she had always had a strained relationship.

“Fuck—fuck your mother’s cunt.” Her voice was barely audible, sounding even more wanton.

Lu Zirong picked up Li Rouqian and said, "Mother, I'm going to fuck your cunt."

Hearing her son say he wanted to fuck her, Li Rouqian's heart pounded. But in front of Lu Ziyue, she didn't dare openly flirt with her son. She pressed herself against his neck and whispered, "You rascal, fuck Ziyue first, make her devoted to us."

"Rou Rou, dear mother, I knew you would grant us your wish."

"She's Daqing's woman." Li Rouqian, having been seen naked by her daughter, was afraid Lu Ziyue would look down on her, so she secretly urged Lu Zirong.

Lu Zirong exclaimed, "Yue'er, you are Lu Daqing's woman, which means you are my woman. I once swore that I would fuck every woman Lu Daqing has been with. Mother, you even want me to carve 'This is Lu Zirong's cunt' on her cunt."

Li Rouqian, blushing, nestled into Lu Zirong's arms. She hadn't expected her son to reveal their private flirting. Her heart pounded.

"You wretch, you've disgraced your mother completely."

Lu Zirong grabbed Lu Ziyue, looked at his sister's long, messy pubic hair, and mounted her.

"Rou Rou, watch how I fuck Lu Daqing's woman." He lifted Lu Ziyue's legs, fiddled with them for a moment, then aimed his erect penis at her. Lu Ziyue's labia, tightly closed, gradually enveloped his large penis.

"Yue'er, you're my sister. Lu Daqing fucked you, so you're my mother." Lu Ziyue turned her head away in shame, unable to look at him.

Li Rouqian, standing to the side, grumbled, "You little beast, even your sister has recognized you as her mother." But then she thought it made sense; Lu Daqing had slept with her, so what else could she be but Lu Zirong's mother?

Lu Zirong lifted his buttocks and thrust inside, then lay on top of Lu Ziyue's stomach. "Isn't it more comfortable than Daqing's? Harder than Daqing's?" he asked, grinding and thrusting inside her.

Lu Ziyue hadn't been with a man for many days. Although she didn't dare to be unrestrained in front of her mother, since her mother had been with Lu Zirong, she no longer hid. She wrapped her arms around Lu Zirong's shoulders, arching her lower body. The sensation wasn't as exciting as incest with her father, but the one riding on her was her own brother, his penis thick and large, thrusting deep inside her. She wanted to scream but dared not, only biting the corner of the blanket and sobbing.

Lu Zirong turned Li Rouqian around and kissed her. Seeing his mother's sour, shy expression, wanting to look but not daring to, Lu Zirong said, "Rou Rou, lie down."

Li Rouqian knew what tricks Lu Zirong was up to, and her heart was filled with lust, but she dared not show it.

Lu Zirong bit his mother's earlobe, "I want to kill two at once."

"Rong'er, you're going to die." Unable to resist looking at their position, Lu Ziyue's legs were wrapped around Lu Zirong's shoulders, her vulva raised high. Lu Zirong thrust into her from above. Li Rouqian watched as their pubic hair intertwined, their two thick, full labia parted, swallowing Lu Zirong's penis.

Lu Zirong realized Li Rouqian was watching him, so he deliberately lifted his sister's legs a little higher, so that he could see their intercourse more clearly. He slowly pulled out, inserted himself between Lu Ziyue's labia, and then thrust back in, plunging in hard until Lu Ziyue could no longer hold back and cried out, "Zirong, Zirong."

"Slut—" Li Rouqian couldn't help but curse, "vixen."

Lu Zirong knew his mother was fond of sensual pleasures, and he looked at her lustfully, saying, "A small space has just been created in the cave, and a group of butterflies in spring are playing among the flowers."

"Wanderer." Li Rouqian felt a tingling sensation all over her body when she heard her son recite those lewd poems at this time. Just then, she saw her son's seductive gaze and wanted him to hold her close, saying, "Jade bamboo sways, turning green waves; red flowers, wet with rain, reveal their fragrant hearts."

Lu Zirong reached between his mother's legs, pulled her close, and pressed her down next to Lu Ziyue. "Rou Rou, your son wants to pluck your sister's flower, to tease your mother's stamen." He put their legs together, looking at their two differently shaped genitals,

then pulled out and thrust into his mother's vagina. He thrust quickly, making Li Rouqian's body tremble and her breasts bounce like waves. Just as Lu Ziyue felt a void and turned to look at the two of them, Lu Zirong quickly pulled out of his mother's body and thrust into his sister's vagina.

Chapter 7 , Part

1:

"Dad, where did Shi Jian go? Why haven't we heard a word from him?" Xu Ningjing pouted, looking unhappy.

"Little girl, I promise to give you a complete Shi Jian." Xu Dacheng knew his daughter's thoughts; such a long time was naturally torture for a couple in love.

“Go ask him.” Xu Ningjing clung to her father’s arm, pleading.

“Do you really want to?” Xu Dacheng liked having his daughter snuggled up to him, so he teased her on purpose.

“I’m ignoring you.” She rolled her eyes, then shook his arm again, “Good Daddy, just ask Director Liu, ah—” she pleaded with her father with a playful smile.

Xu Dacheng couldn’t resist his daughter’s entanglement, so he casually agreed, “Okay, okay, okay.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but pinch his daughter’s little nose, “Little girl, aren’t you ashamed?”

“Who’s ashamed? I just want to ask.” Xu Ningjing said coquettishly.

“A day apart feels like three autumns. If I saw him now, I’d eat him alive.” Xu Dacheng’s loving gaze pleased Xu Ningjing.

“Bad Daddy.” Hearing her father’s words, Xu Ningjing’s face immediately flushed red, and she muttered, “I didn’t eat you.” This made Xu Dacheng’s heart itch, and he couldn’t help but look at his daughter a few more times. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang, and he picked it up. "Oh, Lao Liu."

"Director, Agong sent word that everything is normal." Director Liu was very uneasy about sending Shi Jian to the hideout. If there were any loopholes, he would feel guilty towards the director, so he frequently reported the progress to Xu Dacheng. In addition, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he had deployed several undercover police officers in Agong to protect Shi Jian's safety at all times, and to cover a quick withdrawal should the situation change.

"Any leads?" Xu Dacheng wanted to know about the drug dealers' situation after learning that Shi Jian had successfully infiltrated.

"Not much progress, but there are indications that this operation is quite large, and the other party is secretly arranging transportation." Director Liu seemed very confident.

"Then tell him to keep a close eye on them and be careful." Xu Ningjing, who was standing to the side, listened quietly. Because Xu Dacheng's phone was silenced, she could only hear her father's voice.

"Understood. I've planted several more undercover police officers there to keep track of his movements." Director Liu said proudly.

"Good." Xu Dacheng smiled with satisfaction. He had always admired Director Liu's competence; he prioritized tasks efficiently and methodically. Hanging up the phone, looking at his beloved daughter's bewildered expression, Xu Dacheng said mysteriously, "Jingjing, how are you going to reward me?"

Xu Ningjing looked at him strangely. "You know about Shi Jian?"

"Yes." Xu Dacheng fiddled with his Parker pen, smiling at his daughter.

"Tell me quickly, good daddy!" Xu Ningjing ran over and hugged Xu Dacheng's shoulder.

"Then give Daddy a reward." Xu Dacheng demanded.

"Bad daddy, what reward do you want?" The father and daughter stared at each other, their breaths almost touching.

"How do you usually reward Shi Jian?"

"You're so mean!" Xu Ningjing playfully punched Xu Dacheng, who obediently took the hit. Suddenly, Xu Ningjing leaned in and kissed Xu Dacheng on the cheek, then quickly pulled away.

A tingling pleasure suddenly spread throughout his body, disappearing without a trace before he could even savor it. Xu Dacheng looked at his daughter standing to the side with a mixture of surprise and delight, touching the spot where she had just kissed him. "So stingy!"

"Oh, bad daddy!" Xu Ningjing ran over, about to hit him again, but Xu Dacheng grabbed her wrist.

"You—how else do you want a reward?" Unable to hit her father, Xu Ningjing angrily flung her hand away, standing there pouting.

Xu Dacheng looked at his charming daughter, gazing at her with gentle eyes. "Alright, alright, look at your pouty lips, they're so pouty they could hold an oil bottle." Saying this, he pinched his daughter's lips with his hand. "Don't be angry, are you feeling sorry for your sweetheart?" He shook his daughter's lips.

Xu Ningjing let her father pinch them, "You are—you are his sweetheart."

Xu Dacheng's heart fluttered at these words, and he chuckled, "You silly girl, Dad knows you love Daddy. Let me tell you, Shi Jian wrote a letter, the mission was completed very well, and he's safe."

Xu Ningjing pondered longingly.

2.

Minister Zuo had just gotten off the plane when he received a call from Zuo Shanshan. "Dad, where are you?"

He glanced at his watch; it was just past 6 p.m. "On my way home."

"Then—come to my place," she said dejectedly. Minister Zuo sensed something was wrong with his daughter; otherwise, she wouldn't have sounded like that. He quickly got into the ministry's car and headed towards Xidan.

Beijing's night was beautiful, with all sorts of neon lights flashing, adorning the night sky like daytime. Minister Zuo gazed at the sea of cars, the world of lights, his feelings complex. Recently, the international situation had changed drastically, the situation between Taiwan and mainland China was tense, and war could break out at any moment. As the Great Wall of the nation, he was constantly monitoring the dynamics of every side.

As the car approached Xidan Market, the congested crowds and traffic were completely jammed. He wondered how a city could solve its traffic problems. The rise of skyscrapers and the density of the population seemed to concentrate the problem on this one point. Solving a city's traffic problems couldn't be achieved simply by building a few overpasses and subways; the most fundamental solution was to limit building height and density.

Minister Zuo pondered this, watching the intermittent traffic flow, and then checked the time—it was already 6:45. He felt a little anxious. Fortunately, the traffic lights were flashing green, and the driver skillfully stepped on the gas, speeding away.

When he opened the door, Minister Zuo saw that the lights were dim and the room was quiet. He called softly, "Shanshan."

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Zuo Shanshan responded, "You're back."

"Why didn't you turn on the lights?" Minister Zuo found the switch, and the room was instantly brightly lit. He turned to look at his daughter, curled up there like a lazy kitten, looking weak and helpless, which evoked pity.

"What's wrong?" Gently stroking her daughter's hair, Zuo Shanshan hugged her father's leg, sobbing softly. The general's heart softened at her cries, and he knelt down, embracing his daughter's head.

"Tell Dad, what happened?"

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan cried out, then burst into tears. "Zirong, Zirong and his mother definitely have an inappropriate relationship," she sobbed.

"What did you see?" Minister Zuo asked suspiciously. Lu Zirong hadn't brought his mother with him to Beijing this time; his daughter certainly hadn't seen them being intimate.

"His mother left him a note. Take a look." She took out the secretly copied note from her pocket. Minister Zuo took it, and the delicate handwriting immediately caught his eye.

Minister Zuo read it in one breath, his blood boiling, and looked at his daughter in surprise, "Where did you get this?"

"Zirong went to the bathroom to shower, and his mother sent him a text message, saying she wrote him some lewd poems. He read it and knew what his mother was thinking."

"That's for sure. What do you plan to do?" Minister Zuo looked at his daughter.

"I don't know either, I just wanted to ask you." Zuo Shanshan was distraught, tears streaming down her cheeks, clearly still heartbroken. Minister Zuo, seeing this, tenderly wiped away her tears.

"Dad just wants to ask, are you still as deeply in love with him as you were before?"

Zuo Shanshan thought for a moment, "No, I just feel it's a suitable marriage." At school, Zuo Shanshan had also had feelings for Lu Zirong, even sometimes fantasizing about being together; after the divorce, she naturally thought of her past feelings for him, wanting to rekindle those feelings, but since her relationship with her father, she thought more about him.

"Then tell me the truth, how do you feel about Dad—" Minister Zuo wanted to know his daughter's true thoughts.

"How can you compare?" Zuo Shanshan glanced at him.

"How can you not compare? Before, it was incomparable, but now it's different, Shanshan, tell me." He gently stroked her cheek.

"Bad Dad, you have to tell me," she looked at her father shyly, "I see you as a man more than Dad."

"That's settled then." Minister Zuo said decisively.

"You mean—" Zuo Shanshan guessed at her father's thoughts.

"Silly girl, this is the ending we want, everyone goes about their own business. If you really see your father that way, he's just a figurehead, why do you still care about him?"

"Then he and his mother committed incest?" Zuo Shanshan stopped abruptly, realizing something.

"Just as domineering as your father, only the powerful are allowed to do as they please. You just said you see your father as your man." Minister Zuo looked at her and said, "I think this is better, so we don't have to be afraid of everything."

Zuo Shanshan's mood brightened instantly. "Bad father, you're so cunning."

"That's called old ginger is spicier, and Dad's dick is still better."

"Bad father—" Zuo Shanshan was happy, and her face naturally turned pretty, making Minister Zuo, who hadn't seen her for several days, feel a little moved. "Didn't you miss your father?"

"Who would want to miss you? Jiang Han misses you." Zuo Shanshan still couldn't forget that night, when her father's hand caressed her mother's body, making her feel hurt.

“Little girl, it’s just a formality between Dad and her, just fulfilling my duty.” He said, putting his arm around Shanshan.

“So, are you here to fulfill your duty too?” Zuo Shanshan retorted, her

voice dripping with sarcasm. “If anyone’s fulfilling a duty, it’s not you, Shanshan. I’m here to make love.” He stroked his daughter’s round chin.

“Hmph, no wonder we haven’t seen each other for so many days. So you only came here to make love. Do you only use your daughter as a tool for sexual release?”

“You naughty girl, you are Dad’s sex toy.” He picked up his sitting daughter. “Let’s have sex with Dad.”

“Oh, you naughty dad, all you think about is having sex with your daughter.”

Minister Zuo kicked open the door, touched the light switch, and looked at the warm and romantic bedroom his daughter had decorated. Smelling the faint scent of flowers, he felt as if he had suddenly become much younger. He rarely entered his daughter’s bedroom before, only watching Gao Xinyuan and her come and go as a couple, feeling a complex mix of emotions he couldn’t quite describe. But today, he actually brought his daughter in.

"Dad, turn on the bedside lamp." Zuo Shanshan found it too bright; she wanted the pink bedside lamp to create a romantic and cozy atmosphere.

Minister Zuo looked at the large bed, which was over two meters wide, tossed Zuo Shanshan onto it, watched as his daughter bounced once on the soft mattress, climbed onto the headboard, and turned on the lamp, instantly plunging the room into darkness.

"What, you like this ambiance?" He felt a surge of desire in the room.

"Dad, there's toilet paper in the bedside table." She lay there, looking up at the ceiling, where a ring of stars twinkled, making her feel as if she were in a starry galaxy.

"What do you need that for?" Minister Zuo asked, puzzled.

Zuo Shanshan's eyes gleamed with a seductive light. "Silly Dad, aren't you going to wipe it off later?"

"Hehe, little girl, you've even prepared for your funeral."

"Don't finish your calculations, let's see how you do it later."

Minister Zuo stared into her eyes. "How will you do it? Suck it clean for Dad."

"Oh dear, you're so naughty." Zuo Shanshan blushed instantly. She hadn't expected her father to want her—want her—naughty Dad, pull it out, and let your daughter suck it for you.

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter's shy expression, feeling a sweet warmth in his heart. He bent down to the bedside table, but suddenly discovered a novel toy, something that seemed to only be seen in the internal films supplied by the ministry.

"Shanshan, what is this?" He picked it up, not believing that his daughter could use such a thing.

"You?" Zuo Shanshan was surprised and ashamed, snatching it away.

"You use this?" Minister Zuo stared into his daughter's eyes, as if trying to see into her heart. In his mind, only lonely women could use vibrators, but he had seen it on his daughter. Was his daughter usually lonely and unbearable, or did she have an abnormally high sex drive?

“Dad—” Zuo Shanshan’s eyes darted away, “That Gao Yuanxin—” She knelt on the bed, placing the vibrator behind her back, “He’s impotent,” she said, her voice mournful, avoiding Minister Zuo’s gaze, “He just likes to use this.”

“You mean—Gao Yuanxin—impotence?” Minister Zuo’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know how it happened, he just can’t get it up.” Zuo Shanshan recalled.

“Did he even give you a final bow?” A hint of surprise appeared on her face.

“Yes.” Zuo Shanshan was experienced; she clearly understood these sexual terms. “Bad dad.”

"Good girl, that means he hasn't been in there many times." He was secretly pleased. No wonder his daughter was still so tight; it turned out she hadn't been there many times.

"Are you feeling smug?" Zuo Shanshan knew her father's thoughts; men all like their women to be focused.

"Not smug, just a pleasant surprise. Daddy will use that on you later—" He curiously imagined his daughter's wanton expression and posture under the vibration of the vibrator.

"You naughty daddy!" Zuo Shanshan said, climbing down.

"Shanshan, take them off for Daddy." Minister Zuo enjoyed watching his daughter's slender hands take off his pants. Zuo Shanshan obediently placed her hands on her father's waist, gently unbuttoning his waistband.

"Naughty daddy, making your daughter take off your pants." Her eyebrows and eyes were full of coquettishness.

"What, you shouldn't be taking off Dad's pants?" Minister Zuo said unreasonably. "Then who are you taking them off for, Gao Yuanxin or Lu Zirong?"

"Gao Yuanxin, I used to take them off for him, but I won't anymore; Lu Zirong, his mother will take them off for him."

"What about my daughter?" Minister Zuo looked at Zuo Shanshan with a mischievous gaze.

"Me? From now on, I'll only take off Dad's." Her eyes seemed to say, "Is that alright?"

Minister Zuo laughed heartily, feeling intoxicated.

"Then, then you take them off for others too." Zuo Shanshan secretly enjoyed her father taking off her belt, enjoyed her father's large hands pulling down her underwear.

"Dad is willing to serve my princess." Minister Zuo lifted his daughter's chin, making the two of them look at each other and communicate. "From now on, Dad will only take off your pants."

"Then you'll be my belt carrier." Zuo Shanshan pulled off her father's belt, and Minister Zuo's wide pants fell to the ground.

He looked at his kneeling daughter, who was waist-high to him, his tight underwear bulging out of his pants. He gently rubbed against Zuo Shanshan's face, mimicking a recent urban slang term, "Dad also specializes in plucking sewers."

"Hehe, bad dad." Zuo Shanshan thought of those ubiquitous city advertisements and couldn't help but laugh at her father's antics. She raised her little hand and gently pulled down her father's underwear. Minister Zuo's massive member stood erect, glaring at him defiantly.

Zuo Shanshan lightly slapped it, making it throb. "Want to inspect the troops again?"

Minister Zuo hadn't expected his daughter to say something like that. He continued, "Want to get into the garage, Shanshan, open your garage door."

Seeing that his daughter didn't move, Minister Zuo rubbed against her face, lightly brushing his lips and pressing against her teeth.

"Bad—" Zuo Shanshan knew what her father wanted to do and was about to curse when Minister Zuo interrupted her, following her lip movements.

"Ugh—" A muffled murmur made Minister Zuo push back, then thrust in and out of his daughter's throat.

"Dad, did we come to the wrong place?" Zuo Shanshan said indistinctly, holding her father's large penis in one hand.

"Shanshan, Dad wants to practice a bit first." Watching his daughter tremble between his legs, Minister Zuo suddenly thought of Gao Yuanxin. Judging from his intuition, his daughter was clearly not satisfied with his skills, so she trembled even more, revealing her virility.

"Shanshan, is it bigger than Gao Yuanxin's?" Zuo Shanshan had no choice but to grab her father's testicles with her hands. She felt her father almost inserting into her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Dad, take your clothes off." She pleaded, the hard testicles sliding in her hand like two eggs.

Minister Zuo pulled his penis out and made Shanshan take his testicles into her mouth. "Dad will take your clothes off." Saying that, he squatted down, pushed his daughter's body onto the bed, and crawled to unbutton Shanshan's skirt. Zuo Shanshan wriggled her buttocks, making it easy for her father to undress her.

As he approached the lace-trimmed panties, Minister Zuo stopped, his gaze lingering on the indentation between her thighs. He greedily touched it, savoring his own daughter's secret.

"Shanshan, is it wet?" He lifted the elastic band, looking at the pubic hair covering Shanshan's high, rounded area. His Adam's apple bobbed violently; he knew Shanshan was definitely wet down there, the damp pubic hair clinging to her thighs. He reached inside, gently touching the soft area at the base of that indentation.

"Dad—" Zuo Shanshan's buttocks throbbed violently. She had expected her father to quickly pull away and eagerly enter her, but instead, he was slowly eroding her desire.

She had to sit up, watching her father's movements, and grasp his erect member. Her eyes revealed a hint of spring, anticipating her father's arrival.

Minister Zuo wrapped one arm around her waist, taking her tongue into his mouth, while his other hand gently pulled down his daughter's panties.

"Daddy—take it all off." Hearing Shanshan's pleading, Minister Zuo looked down at his daughter's crotch. Her underwear was pulled down below her buttocks, revealing her voluptuous vulva. He gave her a teasing look, which only encouraged him more. His fingers pressed against Shanshan's clitoris.

"Ah—" Shanshan twisted her body, "Don't touch there, it's unbearable."

Minister Zuo skillfully rubbed it, watching his daughter moan uncontrollably as she rolled in his arms.

"Bad Daddy, bad Daddy," Shanshan moaned, quickly pleasuring her father, the two of them lost in a sea of lust.

The room was filled with their moans and heavy breathing. Just as Zuo Shanshan couldn't resist her father's advances, she turned to the side and looked at Minister Zuo, "Dad, take me, take your daughter."

"Can't hold back anymore?" He bit her tongue hard, "You little slut." He moved his hand over her lower abdomen, looking at that lewd and beautiful flower, teasing it, then lowered his head and gently kissed his daughter's vulva, making Zuo Shanshan feel weak and want Minister Zuo to penetrate her, her body constantly moving upwards.

Minister Zuo held his daughter's vulva with one hand, his tongue gently probing out, curling into a tube, and suddenly thrusting into Zuo Shanshan's vagina. At first, Zuo Shanshan thought it was her father's penis, arching her body to meet it, but Minister Zuo swept her away, rummaging through her long vulva.

When she realized it was her father's tongue, she hugged him tightly, trapping his head between her legs. "Dad—Dad—"

"Little slut, be gentle, like this, Dad—" He was held captive by his daughter, unable to move, and could only delve deeper into her, rubbing his fingers inside, causing Zuo Shanshan to bite her lip and moan softly.

"Slutty, so slutty." The forbidden pleasure, coupled with Minister Zuo's double penetration, almost made her lose control of her bladder.

Just as Zuo Shanshan opened her legs to give her father more space, Minister Zuo, with the commanding presence of a general, touched the vibrator to Zuo Shanshan's clitoris.

"Ah—" Zuo Shanshan cried out, unable to bear the stimulation of her father's tongue, fingers, and vibrator, arching her body high. "Daddy, spare me! This is driving me crazy!"

Minister Zuo watched Shanshan's lewd state with interest. Her vaginal opening throbbed, the tender red flesh bulging, her body twisting like a pretzel, and heavy mule-like breaths emanating from her nose.

"Give it to me, give it to me—" Zuo Shanshan felt as if she were suspended in mid-air, the pleasure spreading throughout her body, wanting a fixed point.

Stimulated by his daughter's rising lust, Minister Zuo could no longer resist. While vibrating his daughter's large clitoris with the vibrator, he quickly thrust his penis inside. It felt as if he had fallen into a pile of cotton, instantly bitten by a small mouth, sucked by Shanshan's large suction cup, entangled and swallowed by her father, as if heaven and earth had disappeared, and rivers had flowed backward.

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