[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 7-9

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Director Liu sat at his desk, lit a cigarette, and frowned.

Shi Jian hurried in. "Director Liu, what's the matter?" He had always admired Director Liu's work style. Although the case seemed to have reached a dead end, he was still secretly investigating it.

Director Liu stared at him intently, exhaling a smoke ring that made Shi Jian feel uneasy. He had never seen Director Liu look at someone like that before.

"There's no need to investigate that drug trafficking case." He rocked his chair, seemingly relaxed. "Er Gunzi's death was suspicious, but there might be a reason. Double-crossing is common. Besides, someone above has already given the order. That's it. Understand?" He winked meaningfully. Over

the years, Shi Jian had come to understand the unspoken rules of the public security system. In cases like this, even if they seemed to be in a dead end, once someone above intervened, it would inevitably become a major case. But even knowing it was a major case, they wouldn't investigate it. Director Liu was like that, and so was he. Who would gamble with their future?

"So the case is closed?" Shi Jian asked knowingly.

"Let's close it as embezzlement." Director Liu put down his crossed legs. Over the years, he had become very sensitive to political events. Er Gunzi's death was actually a relief to him. Since someone had spoken up for him, why not go with the flow and save himself the stress of working on his subordinates?

When Shi Jian came out, he hummed a song casually. His original plans had been disrupted, and his mind, which had been prepared for a long-term battle, was finally at ease. He could finally report back to his fiancée, Xu Ningjing. To be honest, he had just had an affair with her; who would want to end it now? Thinking of their intimate moments, his heart itched. He could relive his old dreams. He picked up the phone. "Jingjing, I have good news for you. I'm free!" He imagined his date with Ningjing.

"Really? Dad said I have to go to Hainan the day after tomorrow. Do you have time?" Xu Ningjing was also overjoyed. Her father, Xu Dacheng, had a business deal to attend to, and he had decided to take his daughter to sign the agreement.

"This—" Shi Jian knew this was a thorny issue. He would certainly like to accompany his sweetheart to Hainan, but closing this case didn't mean there were no other matters. Those robbery cases were a real headache, and he wondered if Director Liu could take a few days off. "Jingjing, I need to consult Director Liu about this, but don't get your hopes up too high."

Xu Ningjing was a little disappointed, but she understood her boyfriend's situation. "If you're not going, then I'll go with Dad." She said this with a hint of sadness in her voice. Her father, Xu Dacheng, doted on her, even to the point of spoiling her. He would grant her every request without hesitation, even if it meant delaying business. Originally, his secretary was supposed to go with him to Hainan for the signing, but for some reason, Xu Dacheng changed his mind and begged his daughter to go with him.

"I know." Shi Jian had a strong desire to travel to Hainan with his girlfriend.

"Jian, make a decision as soon as possible so I can book the plane tickets at the company."

"Okay." Shi Jian hung up the phone and rushed back. He knew that such things couldn't be explained clearly over the phone, and Director Liu definitely wouldn't approve it in a few words.

At the hospital at the foot of Qingtong Mountain, the nurses were busy and tense. Lu Daqing had fainted for the second time. Lu Ziyue stood to the side, watching the doctors and nurses performing the resuscitation with a cold expression.

"How is he?" The attending physician took off his mask.

"Give him a cardiac stimulant." The assistant doctor suggested.

"Okay, let's do it quickly."

A trolley was pushed over, and people hurriedly took out gauze and various instruments from it. A cardiac stimulant was injected, and Lu Daqing's face twitched. "It's working." Someone said easily.

Lu Ziyue asked softly, "Is it okay?"

The attending physician glanced at her, "It should be fine." Everyone was watching Lu Daqing's face.

After a while, Lu Daqing's eyelids twitched, and then he licked his lips. "Alright." The attending physician took off his gloves and said to Lu Ziyue, "Take good care of her, and let us know immediately if anything happens." After speaking, he gestured, and people hurriedly left the ward.

"Ziyue, is there any water?" Lu Daqing's chapped lips were blistered. He had just received an injection and his spirits had improved somewhat. He looked at his daughter by the bedside, seemingly at ease.

Lu Ziyue took the water, and Lu Daqing gestured for her to sit up.

Lu Ziyue hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and gently rocked him. Lu Daqing slowly sat up.

"Drink some water." Lu Ziyue's hand holding the water trembled slightly. She knew her father's days were numbered. This man who had given birth to her and loved her was about to leave this world. Her emotions were complex, and a tear unconsciously rolled down her cheek.

Lu Daqing took a sip and said in a very weak voice, "What's wrong?"

"Daqing," Lu Ziyue choked out. Ever since she had that relationship with her father, she had always called him that when no one else was around.

Lu Daqing placed his hand on his daughter's, his lips trembling, "I know," he said, glancing around at the stark white walls. "Has Yanzi left?"

"Yes, you should rest well." All the resentment she had felt towards her father vanished like smoke. Looking at this man about to leave, Lu Ziyue felt a tenderness she hadn't felt in years.

"I can't let you go, Yue'er," he gasped, pausing to rest for a moment, holding his daughter's hand tightly. "My dear daughter, Dad is sorry. Don't you resent how I treated you before?" A dying man's words are often kind. In his final moments, Lu Daqing still had someone he cared about.

"Qing'er—" Lu Ziyue seemed much calmer now; at this moment, she seemed to have less desire for money.

“Listen to me, Yue’er, Dad gave birth to you, loved you, and now you’re Dad’s woman. I feel guilty towards you.” He tenderly stroked Lu Ziyue’s hand. “I wanted to leave that little bit of family property to you, but alas, fate is unkind, making me show mercy but not care.” He patted the bedside, gesturing for his daughter to sit down. “However, I’m content with you. The most cherished years of my life are those with you, Yue’er. Dad really wants to relive those memories with you. Yue’er, Jianxin, you must educate him well.”

“Don’t worry, Daqing.” Her confident gaze restored Lu Daqing’s former self-assurance. “Jianxin, I will take good care of him.”

“I know, I won’t be bad. It’s just a pity that I didn’t fulfill my responsibilities as a father. He didn’t call me father when he was alive, and after he’s gone, you—don’t let him know either,” he gasped for breath again, “You have to take on the responsibilities of being a mother. She is the root of both of us, the only person in the Lu family I worry about. I beg you, Dad. What I did was truly despicable. My share of the family property is left to you as a memento, a small token of my love as a father and husband. That beast is too cruel, don’t take it too seriously. Dad believes that old slut won’t have a good ending either.”

He held Lu Ziyue’s hand tightly, “Yue’er, no matter how you see me, as a husband or a father, Dad will bless you from the other side, bless you and your child to be safe.”

“Dad—you’ll be alright.” Lu Ziyue comforted her father, rarely shedding tears of bitterness. Although she regretted her father's death and felt helpless and alone, she felt utterly insecure in this family. Her mother had always despised her, not to mention the shameful things she had done; her brother used to take care of her, but after she competed for his favor, he no longer cared for her as a sibling; and as for her husband, he showed her no kindness whatsoever.

"I know my own situation, you don't need to persuade me," he said, squinting and gently stroking his daughter's hand—the hand he had cherished as her daughter for over a decade, and which had brought him pleasure as a woman for many years.

"Dad—" The thing that had always troubled Lu Ziyue made her reluctant to abandon him.

"Call me Da Qing. The only woman I cherish in this world is you. I truly have marital feelings for you, so please call me Da Qing."

A warm feeling welled up in Lu Ziyue's heart. Although initially she and her father were only after the family fortune, her later erratic behavior and the alienation of her family, coupled with the fact that she had no one to love her, inevitably made her feel sorrowful.

"Daqing, Jianxin, I want Jianxin to live a good life—" In front of her father, she was still thinking about the position in the group. The plan she had made with her father was obviously going to fall through due to his illness. With her father around, she felt she had someone to rely on. In this family, she had a sense of security, after all, she and her father were related. "I think, if it really can't be done, we can't force it, but I want to keep your share."

Lu Daqing rested for a while, and his strength was obviously much greater than before. "Jianxin is my son, our flesh and blood. How could I not care? Don't worry, I've made arrangements for him. Ziyue, right now, Dad wants to nestle in your arms." He opened his eyes.

Lu Ziyue glanced at the transparent windows surrounding the ward. "Dad, lean on me if you want. I'm your woman, after all." Hearing her father make arrangements for their future, she felt somewhat relieved.

"No!" Lu Daqing sat up a little higher. "Make arrangements, Dad wants to take a bath."

"Are you alright?"

Lu Daqing nodded.

As the nurse helped Daqing put on his bathrobe, his face, flushed from his long illness, felt lighter. He pushed away the nurse's support and took a few steps. Lu Ziyue quickly came over. "Let me do it myself."

His competitive nature prevailed again.

"You can go out now," Lu Ziyue instructed the nurse. The young nurse glanced back as she closed the door. Lu Ziyue casually locked the door.

"Daqing, are you alright?" She stood beside him.

Lu Daqing, feigning strength, spread his arms wide, chest out, "Yue'er, let me lean on you."

Lu Ziyue hugged her father, stroking his smooth chest after his bath; she could almost feel his energy rising again.

"How long has it been since we last did it?" Leaning against his daughter, Lu Daqing regained his vitality. "Daqing, don't think about that now, your body." Lu Ziyue was also unusually wild, losing her usual wildness.

"Afraid Daddy can't do it anymore? You slut," he took his daughter's hand and touched it to his crotch, Lu Ziyue felt a surge of ecstasy.

"About a month."

"Haven't fucked you for a month, your cunt's itching, isn't it?" True to his nature, once Lu Daqing regained his energy, his rough personality showed.

"Daddy—" She reached into her robe, grabbed his throbbing penis, and rubbed it hard. "Don't call me Daddy, I'm Yue'er's man."

"Daqing, you'd better behave yourself." She turned over, facing her father. Lu Daqing took the opportunity to reach into her crotch. "You slut," he said, pulling down her zipper and forcibly pulling down her panties, groping her indecently.

"Daqing, in a couple of days, your wife will be yours." Lu Ziyue wanted to get rid of Lu Daqing's entanglement. She knew that her father's body was extremely weak at this moment, and that once they had sex, it would cause great harm. "

You little slut, you're already this wet, and you're still being stubborn. Stubborn on the outside, but not on the inside." He reached inside with both hands, spreading open his daughter's vulva, thrusting in and out while rubbing Ziyue's clitoris.

"Daqing—" Lu Ziyue's voice gradually rose, partly out of hatred for her father for forcing himself on her at this time, and partly because she had indeed been celibate for many days, and her unworthy place was becoming increasingly swollen under her father's ravaging.

"What? You can't hold back anymore, can you? You need to be fucked." He roughly plucked his daughter's messy pubic hair, humiliating her vulva.

Lu Ziyue was filled with disappointment and frustration. It wasn't her father's lewdness that worried her; deep down, she was worried about his health. If he collapsed, she would be meaningless in this family. Those lewd, vulgar hands roamed and groped her private parts, making her legs tremble. Her hands unconsciously reached for her father's penis.

"Good Yue'er, my darling, my little wife. Take off your clothes." Lu Daqing plopped down in a chair, his hands unbuttoning his daughter's already inconvenient pants.

"Daqing, you beast!" she cursed bitterly, her hands moving up to her father's two swollen testicles. "You won't let me go even when I'm dead."

"My sweetie, even when I'm dead, I'll be watching over you." Lu Daqing leered as he sat in the chair, his bathrobe already slipped to the floor, his engorged penis standing erect, anticipating his daughter's exposure.

Lu Ziyue's lust burned ever brighter, her breath growing heavy and labored. The head of his penis throbbed rhythmically in her hand, trembling with each thrust of her testicles. Because of her bent-over posture, her large buttocks were thrust back, and Lu Daqing's embrace and tugs caused her pants to slip down to her ankles, while her underwear remained wrapped around her waist. Lu Daqing grabbed the ends of the underwear and ripped them open, revealing a tangled mass of black pubic hair between her snow-white thighs.

"Yue'er, my flesh," he said, embracing his daughter's buttocks tightly and pressing them against his lips. "I haven't tasted flesh in a month, my good wife." Her vulva was parted, and Lu Daqing's stubble-covered lips pressed against it.

"Hehe," Lu Ziyue laughed, both hurting and itching from the stab, and cursed, "You old beast, are you going crazy thinking about your mother's cunt?"

"I do want my mother's cunt, Yue'er is my mother, I came from this cunt." He thrust wildly between her legs, licking his daughter's large clitoris.

"My dear, be gentle, Mother can't take it." Lu Ziyue shifted her legs, dodging her father's seductive attacks.

Lu Daqing lifted his buttocks off the chair to insert his tongue deeper. Lu Ziyue's plump vulva, teased by her father, wrapped around his nimble tongue, and a gush of lustful fluid spurted out, covering his head and face. She couldn't stand and sat down on the ground.

"My dear, fuck your mother." Her face flushed, her nostrils flared, her thighs spread apart, revealing a thick, messy pubic hair, her vulva swollen like the thick rim of a vat due to the surge of desire.

Lu Daqing struggled to his feet, swaying slightly, and walked over with a lewd grin. His penis bounced wildly, and Lu Daqing supported it, bringing it to his daughter's mouth, "Yue'er, my dear mother, let Daddy suck it."

"You deserve a beating, you're not learning good things." Lu Ziyue laughed lewdly, slapped his penis, and quickly grabbed it back in her hand. Lu Daqing leaned forward and brought it to his daughter's lips. "Qing'er knows her mother is greedy." He said, pressing his daughter's head down and inserting it.

"Ugh—ugh—" Lu Ziyue felt her mouth swell as her father's penis went down her throat, and unconsciously pushed against Lu Daqing's hairy thighs, pulling them out.

"Ah, Yue'er, so comfortable." Lu Daqing looked down at the purplish-red penis emerging from his swollen mouth, a surge of pleasure rushing to his head.

Lu Ziyue grabbed her father's buttocks with one hand and played with the two swaying testicles in front of her with the other.

"You wanton wife, serve your father well." He panted heavily, waves of pleasure emanating from the head of his penis, his desire growing even stronger.

“You deserve a beating, Qing’er,” she slapped her father’s buttocks, “You thing that came out of your mother’s cunt, hurry up and fuck your mother.”

“Mother, you slutty wife, I’ll fuck you, fuck your slutty cunt.” He pulled out and knelt on the carpet, his penis covered in sticky semen.

Lu Ziyue watched her father kneel down with delight, “Qing’er, I love it when you crawl on my belly.” Her large breasts lay sprawled on her snow-white chest, her large nipples like two dates on a steamed rice cake. When Lu Daqing knelt down, he pulled a package from his bathrobe.

“Good wife, this is your filial piety.” Lu Ziyue was afraid it was an aphrodisiac and didn’t take it. Over the years, her father had become increasingly impotent. Every time father and daughter were together, he had to use aphrodisiacs for intercourse. Lu Ziyue also liked her father’s tricks. After taking the aphrodisiac, her father’s energy was often greatly increased, and after one time, she would be completely exhausted.

Lu Daqing seemed to be struggling. He rubbed the head of his penis back and forth against his daughter's body, making Lu Ziyue, who was already burning with desire

, even more eager. Just as Lu Daqing thrust in hard, Lu Ziyue hugged her father tightly, then arched her body to meet him. At that moment, she felt her father squeeze her inner thigh near her vulva. A slight pain was overwhelmed by intense pleasure. They couldn't care less; at this moment, father and daughter seemed to transform into wild beasts, their bodies convulsing intensely. Her cervix formed a suction cup, gripping Lu Daqing's penis, clamping and biting in waves.

Lu Daqing's initial ferocity seemed to have waned, leaving Lu Ziyue's full vagina feeling empty. She knew her father was nearing his climax, so she had to reach out and press her hand against her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly.

"Ah—ah—" Lu Daqing's body, lying on her stomach, was already heavy.

"Qing'er, Qing'er," Lu Ziyue's hand moved faster than her father's thrusts. "Don't ejaculate inside." Today should be her fertile period; she clearly remembered that it had only been a few days since she last ejaculated there.

There was no room for negotiation. Lu Daqing seemed to have gathered all his strength, his body pressing against Lu Ziyue's belly, his penis drilling into her body like a drill, followed by large gushes of semen shooting out, causing Lu Ziyue's whole body to spasm. Her body arched upwards a few times, welcoming her father's climax, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing out.

She stared at the ceiling, greedily enjoying the afterglow of her climax. Her father hadn't been this powerful in a long time; he had satisfied her without aphrodisiacs. Was it really true that absence makes the heart grow fonder? It had been a month; this beast hadn't taken her body for a month. She reached out and stroked her father's back; the sweat from their lovemaking was gradually cooling down. It certainly wasn't due to the time; this beast seemed to have regained his passion after she had seduced him, often being exceptionally vigorous from the start.

"Qing'er, get up, don't catch a cold," she called softly, her hands moving back and forth along his back.

The room was quiet. The luxurious decor of the bathroom reflected its grandeur, even the floor was covered with a thick cashmere carpet. She felt increasingly heavy, as if something beneath her had spilled onto the floor, sticky and uncomfortable.

"Daqing, what are you doing on top of me? You useless thing." She gave him a gentle push, and felt Lu Daqing's body slump to the side.

She was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Her father was breathing heavily, foaming at the mouth, his penis already limp, yet still dripping with semen.

She was stunned, but reason brought her back to her composure. She couldn't let the doctor in like this. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes, then noticed a plaster on her inner thigh. She frantically peeled it off, only to find a line of bright red writing on it: Lu Daqing's woman.

She froze. When did this beast put this on? Thinking back, it was probably at the moment of penetration that she felt a sharp pain between her thighs, followed by being swallowed by an endless wave. That beast had chosen the perfect moment. He took a wet wipe and gently wiped, but a piercing pain forced her to stop. The small characters had seeped into her skin, like a tattoo, firmly embedded.

Fear and resentment made her glare at her father lying on the ground. That beast was truly vicious; even in his dying moments, he had plunged her into utter ruin. The small characters were clearly visible on her snow-white thighs. If it weren't for the pubic hair, they might have been etched onto her labia. How could she face anyone now? Unless she never saw another man again.

She was her father's woman, and Lu Daqing wanted to tell every man who visited his daughter that Lu Ziyue was her father's woman, and no one else could touch her. A chill ran through her, making her tremble. But she

couldn't worry about that now; she had to deal with the present. After wiping away the grassy-smelling semen that Lu Daqing had left behind, she put away the gift her father had left her, tidied her hair, and then pressed the emergency call button by the bed.

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Lu Ziyan came out of the ward, cursing inwardly, "Shameless thing, he just slept with someone and now he wants to marry her." From the moment her father answered the phone, she could tell from his unnatural tone that he didn't approve of the marriage.

"Dad, what's wrong that made you angry?" Lu Ziyue picked up the chamber pot from under the bed and gestured for Ziyan to help her father up.

"I'll do it myself." Lu Daqing still had a little conscience. Although he had slept with his eldest daughter Lu Ziyue, he still maintained his dignity as a father in front of his youngest daughter.

He hung up the phone, his face slightly flushed. "That beast went to get reinforcements." He pulled his legs back and moved forward a little. "Ziyan, you go out first." He couldn't bring himself to relieve himself in front of his younger daughter, after all, he was her father. But he had feelings for his older daughter, Ziyue, and besides, he couldn't let her know about his relationship with Ziyue.

Lu Ziyan simply moved a little further away, turning her back to look out the window. She was still a young girl, and had some psychological barriers about these things with men. Lu Daqing glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but then stopped caring. Lu Ziyue lifted the covers and placed the chamber pot under Lu Daqing's bottom. Lu Daqing looked down and watched his daughter straighten the chamber pot, while he simply propped himself up on the bed with both hands.

Lu Ziyue glanced at her younger sister, her eyes darting upwards, meeting her father's lewd gaze. She smiled, reaching down to grope Lu Daqing's buttocks. Lu Daqing, because of his youngest daughter's presence, suppressed his reaction. Lu Ziyue then naturally took her father's penis and placed it in the chamber pot.

A fishy, pungent smell wafted out from the side.

"Calling for reinforcements?" Lu Ziyue was now very sensitive to her brother's actions.

"That beast went to Beijing and told your Uncle Zuo about what happened at home. Your Uncle Zuo just called about that." Lu Daqing's face was grim. He glanced at his daughter, then leaned back slightly. Lu Ziyue knew her father was finished. She reached into the chamber pot and shook his penis, removing the remaining fluid. Lu Daqing's penis twitched a few times as his daughter touched it, slowly rising, which Lu Ziyue watched curiously, knowing her father was aroused.

"Daqing," Lu Ziyue called softly, raising an eyebrow. Lu Daqing, expressionless, deliberately arched his back under the covers, arousing Lu Ziyue. However, because of her sister's presence, she pinched the head of his penis, causing it to slip out of her hand. Lu Daqing then squeezed it tightly. "Shameless!" she cried, lowering her head, almost touching her father's chest, to conceal their actions.

Lu Daqing had no choice but to suppress his lust. Seeing that her father had calmed down, Lu Ziyue stopped teasing him, tucked him in, and moved the chamber pot under the bed.

"What did he say?" Lu Ziyue was eager to know the details, and as soon as she straightened up, she pressed for an answer.

"How so? Of course, I'll act as a go-between for Zirong. And you know what, this is really difficult," Lu Daqing pondered. "That beast not only begged your Uncle Zuo, but also... he proposed to your Uncle Zuo's daughter—his old classmate, Zuo Shanshan."

"Is that true?" Lu Ziyue's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Lu Zirong to take this step. He not only used his power to intimidate others but also arranged a marriage alliance with a powerful figure. It was safe to say he had the upper hand.

Lu Ziyan initially didn't pay attention to their father-daughter conversation, but when she saw her sister's actions, she frowned. Her sister was actually fetching her father's chamber pot and personally helping him urinate. She could never do that herself, and she couldn't help but look at her sister in a new light.

"A marriage alliance? What kind of marriage alliance?" When she heard her father mention Lu Zirong, her heart skipped a beat, and she became nervous.

"What marriage alliance?" Lu Ziyue said sarcastically. "Lu Zirong has already proposed to Zuo Shanshan in order to seize the family fortune."

"Dad, is this true?" Lu Ziyan couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe it no matter what. Her brother had just slept with her; they were practically newlyweds. How could he abandon her and seek a new love? Besides, he also had feelings for their mother, Li Rouqian, and things had already progressed significantly. Did he think all of this was a game?

Watching the father and daughter angrily arguing, Lu Ziyan secretly wiped away a tear. She stood there for a while, feeling utterly listless, and quietly left the ward. As she left, she glanced back at her sister, Lu Ziyue, who was already leaning on their father's shoulder. Her mind was focused on her brother, and she didn't have time to think about her sister's behavior.

Lu Ziyan was determined to get an explanation from her brother, so she walked hurriedly, her steps uneven, muttering to herself, "Heartless bastard! He just called me his wife, and now he wants to marry someone else. Men are truly clueless." She felt a surge of anger, wanting to beat her brother, but then she remembered how quickly he had ravaged her in the snow, and the pleasure he had given her, and a sweet feeling crept over her. Perhaps it was just Uncle Zuo's wishful thinking, and she had wronged her brother. Lost in these thoughts, she arrived home.

The door was locked; Lu Zirong was clearly not home. She stood there for a while, her heart burning with anxiety. Not seeing her brother and not knowing what to do, the young girl was completely lost and began to sob.

"Brother, you bad thing! You slept with someone, and—I'm going to tell Mother! You have bad intentions towards her! If Mother finds out, let's see if she'll still be with you!" Thinking this, she bypassed the path and ran towards Qing Tong Manor.

The courtyard was quiet; a few small birds were foraging. Seeing someone approach, they scattered. Before Lu Ziyan even reached Li Rouqian's door, she felt a surge of grievances and couldn't stop sobbing. She was a young woman in love, longing for her lover.

"Ah—ah—you're dead! You're killing me!" A soft voice drifted over. Lu Ziyan stopped. The latticed window wasn't large, and it was covered by wildly growing vines. This was Li Rouqian's private room. Her father would occasionally come here when he was home, but now he was hospitalized.

She listened intently, hearing a suppressed groan, a barely audible, arousing sound. Was her mother having an affair? Forgetting her grief, she quietly pushed open the door, pressing herself tightly against the crack, secretly searching for a gap.

"You slut, just stand there," came Lu Zirong's voice. She gasped, covering her mouth in shock, finally finding a small hole in the lock. Good heavens! Her mother was half-leaning against the bed, her clothes half-open, revealing her snow-white breast. One of her legs was lifted by her brother, his head pressed against her crotch.

"Rong'er, don't do that, I can't stand up," she said, her face straining to suppress her emotions, looking down at her son licking between her legs.

"Rou Rou," Lu Zirong called intermittently, his head bobbing up and down. Good heavens! Her brother actually called her "Rou Rou." A shiver ran through her. Even when she was like that in the snow, he hadn't called her that. He's gotten involved with Mother now, that heartless scoundrel, falling in love with every woman he sees.

"Wife, let your husband have a good time." He hugged and kneaded his mother's buttocks from behind.

Wife, my brother calls Mother his wife. So what am I to my brother? He slept with me, isn't that also—no, no! She thought bitterly, the small opening wasn't big, she could only see it by getting very close.

Li Rouqian was so weak from being licked that she couldn't hold back anymore and tilted her head back, "Oh my god! Oh my god! You're going to kill me."

Lu Zirong spread his mother's buttocks, put his tongue into her anus, teased her clitoris for a while, and then put it in his mouth with his teeth.

"Rong'er, my dear husband." She was teased by her son and her body swayed. This little beast was too good at playing with women. Her legs opened involuntarily, which looked even more obscene to Lu Zirong. His mother's vagina was thick and swollen, looking unusually full, the vulva thin and pricking. He thrust his nose into his mother's vagina, his hand rubbing and rotating her erect, translucent clitoris. Her clitoris, encased in flesh, appeared unusually large as her son played with it.

Trembling waves made Li Rouqian almost unable to stand; her hands involuntarily clutched her son's head, pressing it forcefully between her legs. "Mother, I can't stand anymore, Rong'er. Come in, come in quickly!"

Lu Zirong heard his mother's pleas and released her. Lu Ziyan saw his mother's wide-open vulva, glistening with moisture, a white, fluid-like substance flowing between her thighs. Lu Zirong turned around, his monstrous penis bobbing up and down. He stood up, his penis reaching his mother's navel.

"Mother, lean against the headboard," Lu Zirong mischievously placed his penis against Li Rouqian's navel, lifting her thighs.

Li Rouqian pleaded sourly, "Rong'er, can't we go to bed?"

"My wife, your son doesn't like sleeping with you, so I'll just take you standing up." He raised his purplish-black penis, waving it in front of his mother as if showing off. "Mother, this is the cunt that gave birth to me."

Li Rouqian looked at her son's erect penis and reached out to grab it. "Rong'er, fuck it." She pulled his penis forward, and Lu Zirong took a few more steps forward. "Fuck your mother's cunt."

With Li Rouqian's pull, his penis was aimed, and Lu Zirong moved it up and down excitedly. "Rou Rou, tell me quickly. Did I come out of here?"

Li Rouqian thrust forward, her breasts swaying, seemingly wanting her son to fuck her quickly. "Rong'er, this is the woman Da Qing fucked. Didn't you say you'd sleep with any woman Da Qing fucked?" She looked at her son provocatively.

"You slut!" Lu Zirong cursed, revealing his savage side. "I'll fuck you, fuck Daqing's woman." He reached out and grabbed Li Rouqian's breasts, squeezing them in his hand like they were waterlogged plastic bags.

"Vulgar! Rong'er, you're so rough!"

"Slut, the rougher part is down there." Lu Zirong sucked on Li Rouqian's breasts, greedily sucking, his body pressed tightly against hers, slowly grinding against her, feeling his mother's embrace.

"Ah—you—" Li Rouqian felt her vagina swell, then a huge thing filled her. She had never experienced such a large penis. Her husband, Lu Daqing, was never big enough; it always felt empty inside, never reaching her clitoris. But Lu Zirong, at the very end, thrust hard, hitting Li Rouqian's clitoris, a tingling, electric shock-like sensation.

"You bastard! You've driven me crazy!" Li Rouqian squinted, enjoying the pleasure. "I was slowly savoring it, and you—you're so naughty!" She pounded her son's back hard.

"Did you touch my clitoris?" Lu Zirong pressed his mother against the headboard, feeling the hard, slippery protrusion. He rubbed his penis head against it, surprised that his mother's vagina was so shallow. He penetrated it easily. "Is it good?" He grinned lewdly, seeking a kiss on his mother's lips. Li Rouqian frowned, letting out a few suppressed hums through her nose, then accepted her son's kiss, their lower bodies mingling passionately. Lu Zirong felt a tingling sensation in his penis from his mother's clitoris and had to pull out, thrusting rapidly.

Li Rouqian arched her back to meet him, swaying her hips and grinding against her son. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the smacking of their lips and the hissing of their pubic hair from the intense friction.

“Rou Rou, your vagina is so shallow,” Lu Zirong pulled away from her vagina, and Li Rouqian caught up, their bodies meeting, and they began to have sex violently. “Mom, is your son big enough?”

Li Rouqian was panting heavily, her lips never leaving her son’s kisses. Hearing her son’s question, she whispered in his ear, “You naughty son, you’ve fucked your mother to pieces, you son of a bitch.”

Lu Zirong wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body inside her, “You’re the son of a bitch, I’ll fuck you to death.”

“Mother can’t take it anymore, Rong’er, you’ve spread my legs.” The leg that her son was carrying felt like it was about to cramp. "Let's change positions."

"A little longer." He arched his back and thrust into Li Rouqian's flower core from below, his hands supporting his mother's buttocks as he arched and thrust. "No more, no more, my legs are getting sore."

Lu Zirong put Li Rouqian down, and they looked at each other's lewd genitals, laughing and hugging each other. "Has Daqing never done this with you before?"

Li Rouqian reached down and touched her son's crotch, feeling his enormous size. "It's incomparable."

"Hehe, my little darling, you have to raise your own child, the longer you grow, the itchier it gets." Li Rouqian's breathing gradually eased, and the two embraced, lingering over each other's bodies, touching and caressing, their love becoming tender and intimate.

"Rong'er, hug your mother." She shyly let her son touch her breasts. "Let your mother feed you."

"Rou Rou," Lu Zirong said, sucking on his mother's nipple while watching her expression, "It's dry here, your son wants to drink the water down there."

"Missing your mother?" She grasped her son's penis and touched her labia. Lu Zirong felt the flow of vaginal fluid, and with a sudden thrust of his hips, he slid into the warm passage. Just standing with his mother, her vaginal opening was closed, and the penetration wasn't deep, but this was enough for the mother and son to experience the stimulation of lovemaking.

"A moon shines on the green paulownia tree, the sound of ten thousand households pounding their vaginas; a traveler longs for his mother, always yearning for her at the Jade Gate. At home, every day is good, away from home, every night is empty. When will my wish be fulfilled, and I can stop my long journey?" Lu Zirong slowly thrust in and out, the alternation of tightness and slowness further arousing his desire.

Li Rouqian's small hand traced up her son's crotch, along his buttocks. Below his anus, a hard, raised line led directly to his testicles. She grasped them in her small hand, greedily enjoying her son's body. His penis, inside her vagina, made a wet, squelching sound as it moved in and out. Li Rouqian, following her son's lead, recited:

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak; no moaning sounds, only mother's sighs; ask mother what she thinks, ask mother what she remembers; yesterday's dream, shared the same bed with her son; jade stem pounding jade gate, son greedily ascending; gone for seven or eight days, the house empty every night; leaning against the door, craning her neck, waiting, 'flowing water until dawn.'"

"Rou Rou, what a beautiful 'flowing water until dawn.'" With light, gentle movements, Lu Zirong felt his mother was already overflowing with desire. "Son, I too grow thinner and thinner, yet I have no regrets, for her I have become haggard." He felt this position wasn't enough and wanted to seek other pleasures. Li Rouqian, her eyes half-closed, felt unsatisfied, her vagina itching unbearably.

"Rou Rou's mother, let's change positions." He pulled away from his mother's body, looking at Li Rouqian's pubic hair, which was overflowing with fluid.

"Which one do you like?" Li Rouqian's hair was disheveled. After the ordeal with her son, she had abandoned her virtuous and dignified demeanor. Could she still be chaste in front of her son?

"The one Lu Daqing likes the most—"

Li Rouqian blushed upon hearing this, "You're bad! You're insulting him."

"My dear Rou Rou's mother, where did your son insult you?"

"Mother doesn't want that one, okay?" She knew that kneeling position best showed a woman's sexiness and was most likely to arouse a man's desire. Her husband, Lu Daqing, always ejaculated inside her like this during intercourse.

"Good girl, show me a move." Lu Zirong recalled the "puppy looking back" pose his sister had shown him that day. His mother's snow-white buttocks were perfectly round, with a wide cleft and a spring-like anus, like a big red date stuffed inside. A few curly pubic hairs swayed on her gradually rising vulva, and her two excessively fleshy and thick labia were squeezed into a thin slit, with a rooster-comb-like tongue protruding in the middle. "Good wife, lie down and let your husband ride you." "

Bad son, treating your mother like a horse." Li Rouqian wanted to please her son, so she had to swallow her pride and climb onto the bed, lying prone there. "

Rou Rou, stick your butt out. Say something lewd for your son to hear." Lu Zirong wanted to see his mother in a doggy-style position exposed to the sky, so he pressed Li Rouqian's shoulder.

"You naughty son, always making your mother utter such lewd words. The moon shines brightly through the window, shrouded in a light mist; tonight, let's go to your chamber! My husband is fast asleep, but I rise and look back several times. I see him on the south side of the painted hall, and his touch makes my heart tremble. It's so hard for me to come out, let me do as I please."

"Dear Mother, Rou Rou, your words make my heart tremble. Are you afraid of Da Qing'er?"

"Spring's beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls; let me pick a single red apricot."

"Dear Mother, I'll pick your red apricot." Lu Zirong, teased by his mother, was like a bowstring drawn taut, his penis head purplish-red, translucent, just waiting to be thrust forward. "It's so hard for me to come out, let me do as I please." Is it really that hard for Mother?

Li Rouqian really wanted to rest her head in her son's arms, her face blushing like a flower, making Lu Zirong willing to die drunk among the peonies. "The hard thing is that the son doesn't understand the mother's heart. Mother, pluck the flower while it's in bloom, lest you pluck an empty branch."

Lu Zirong's tenderness suddenly welled up. "Son knows mother's thoughts now. Rou Rou, playfully teasing mother on the east bed at night, wanting to drink the cunt water, is immediately urged. Drunk and lying in bed, the beauty laughs, how many mothers have been promiscuous since ancient times?"

"Are you afraid?" The voice was soft and charming.

"Who is your son afraid of? Rou Rou, your 'dog turning around' move is really charming."

"You dead swallow, you little slut, you and your brother are ruining your mother." Li Rouqian put her elbows on the ground, propped up her legs, and stuck her buttocks high, cursing fiercely, and turned to look at her son.

Lu Zirong touched his mother's face, stroking her pointed chin. He knew that his mother was using the "dog turning around" move, and he enjoyed it with delight. "Mother, you taught her that." Lu Zirong knew that his mother was embarrassed because his sister had shown her pictures of their lovemaking in bed that day.

"You little beast, how can you not understand your mother's heart?" Li Rouqian scolded Lu Zirong, accusing him of being so blind among women that he couldn't even see through his mother's tricks.

"You're the one who corrupted my sister, otherwise, why would she be so crazy?" He remembered his sister, Lu Ziyan, lying on the snow, stuffing snow into her vagina, begging for his love.

"Isn't it all for you?" She looked at her son with a hint of sadness. "I worry about having no one to understand me on the road ahead, but who in the world doesn't have this feeling? Mother, why don't you—" She wanted to stop, but she was afraid her son wouldn't understand her good intentions, "Why don't I seduce you two siblings and make you crazy? Wouldn't I have wasted my love

for you?" She covered her face with the corner of the blanket as she spoke. "You filthy slut, you've really gone to a lot of trouble. If you want a son, just seduce him directly; what if he can't resist you?

Why use your sister as a scapegoat?" He bent down to see the alluring dimple beneath his mother's belly. "I've wanted to possess your body for a long time, but I was afraid you—" He reached out and touched his mother's pubic hair.

Hearing this, Li Rouqian snorted, "You bastard, where's all that guts you have outside? But when it comes to your mother, you cower. All that love I've given you for nothing, you big-breasted slut."

"Rou Rou's mother, if I'd known this would happen, I would have raped you a few years ago."

"You're bad!" Li Rouqian peeked out from under the covers, her eyes brimming with desire. "All you do is look, look at your mother's cunt."

Lu Zirong's penis twitched from his mother's teasing. He had longed for this position countless times, and had ejaculated unjustly countless times. Now, his mother was kneeling there, expecting him. He greedily stroked her, his eyes scanning from Li Rouqian's curly pubic hair down to her large genitals. "Mother, so big!" Lu Zirong was captivated by his mother's enormous genitals. The photos were taken from above her buttocks due to the wrong angle, but now Lu Zirong had a complete view from under his mother's belly.

"You dead man, what's there to see? Hurry up—get on top of me." Li Rouqian felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at; this position made her look like a female dog, it was too shameful.

Lu Zirong started from his mother's lower abdomen, gradually penetrating her vaginal opening, spreading her large, fleshy tongue with two fingers. Li Rouqian swayed her buttocks, just like a female dog wagging its tail for pleasure.

"You slut, call me your husband." He pinched his mother's erect clitoris, sawing it back and forth.

"Husband Rong'er, spare Rourou. Hurry up and fuck me."

"Rourou, say you're my whore, my horse." He looked at his mother's crotch, picked up his penis, and Li Rouqian watched Lu Zirong playing with her member from under her belly.

"You drooling, you dead man, I'm Rong'er's whore, the horse Rong'er rides."

"Li Rouqian, you slut who seduced your son, you horny cunt," he thrust violently into his mother's vagina, looking at her bright red vulva, then flipped over and mounted her. "My son rode you and fucked your cunt."

"Ah—my dear husband, it feels so good, this bitch is dying."

Lu Zirong straddled his mother's buttocks, his thick penis spreading open Li Rouqian's vagina and thrusting inside. His large testicles slapped against her buttocks with each violent thrust.

"Rong'er, ah—ah—you're fucking your mother to death!" She pressed her slender fingers against her clitoris, rubbing it, her body swaying rhythmically, her breasts bobbing against her chest. Even her cries were filled with lustful moans, arousing Lu Zirong's penis even more. "Li Rouqian

, you are your son's mistress, Lu Zirong's whore." The slapping sounds of his penis against his mother's body deepened their union. Lu Zirong braced one foot on the headboard, watching his mother's bright red vagina being stretched open and closed by his enormous penis. With a forceful push, the head of his penis, glistening with white precum, slipped from his mother's body and then plunged back in.

"Ah—" Li Rouqian's voice was distorted by the impact. She hadn't expected her son to be so wild. She felt as if his penis had pierced her very core. His penis was so big that it gave her the first time in her life that she experienced such intense pleasure. This one time made her feel that once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are nothing. "Good Rong'er, husband, just fuck your mother to death."

"Good wife," he said, lying on Li Rouqian's back and grabbing her large, swaying breasts from under her armpits. "I've been dreaming of you, mother, and today I'll let you taste it. Good flesh, I can reach your core."

"Good husband, good man, don't rub there, I can't take it." Lu Zirong pressed against Li Rouqian's cervix, grinding hard until half of her body went numb. The sensation made her wish her son would pierce her through. How could she have given birth to such a big-penised son?

Spring water flowed at both ends of the bed, and mother and son came every day.

The flower path was never swept by her husband, but now the humble gate is opened for her son.

The old clam's pearl is yellow, the mother's flavor is abundant, and the butterfly's light waves pluck

the mother's stamen. Willing to drink with my father-in-law, the

father's chamber and son's joy are boundless. Lu Ziyan could no longer bear it. The position of her mother and brother made her blood boil. Leaning against the doorframe, her hand couldn't help but go to her vulva. But the lewd words and teasing from her brother and mother made her feel empty inside. She cursed her brother fiercely while tears streamed down her face. "You're crazy! You're so wanton!" she thought, and then she slammed the door open.

"What a pair of adulterers! Not only are they having an affair, but they're calling each other 'husband' and 'wife' here! Is there any mother and son like this in the world?" She stood angrily before the bed, glaring at the lovesick couple.

Li Rouqian was so frightened that she collapsed onto the bed, her body twisted like a rag doll, hiding her head behind Lu Zirong's back. Lu Zirong sat up awkwardly, momentarily forgetting he was still naked when his sister rushed in.

"Li Rouqian, you even sold your cunt, and you're still calling her 'loving man'!" Lu Ziyan looked at her brother, who was blocking their mother's way, with disgust, a surge of jealousy rising within her.

"Yanzi, you? Don't talk about your mother like that." Lu Zirong, having had an affair with his sister, assumed she was jealous of their mother.

"Talk like that? Is there anyone more outrageous than you? You slut, your son's little whore, even your mother has become your mistress, your horse, a wife you can ride and fuck as you please!" she said disdainfully, her face streaked with tears, her delicate features like plum blossoms in the rain, a sight that truly inflamed one's anger.

"Yanzi, stop fooling around." Lu Zirong had no choice but to slide off the bed, ignoring his still-exposed penis, and hugged his sister. "Good Yanzi, if you keep fooling around, your brother won't talk to you anymore."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't talk to me, you heartless scoundrel," she slapped Lu Zirong across the face, "Serves you right for being a womanizer."

Li Rouqian felt a pang in her heart, looking at her son with heartache as he covered his face. "Rong'er, let her scold you." She didn't have time to put on her clothes, so she pulled over a towel to cover her private parts.

"Feeling sorry for you, huh? You slut. Where did your lust go?"

"Yanzi, you've gone too far!" Lu Zirong shouted sharply, not because his sister had slapped him, but because he was afraid she had hurt his mother's pride.

"Hmph! I've gone too far." She covered her face and sobbed softly. “Li Rouqian, you’re still making love with him, he’ll kick you to the curb tomorrow. Lu Zirong, you’ll die a horrible death.” 02-04
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Li Rouqian’s initial shame had been overwhelmed by her daughter’s crying and scolding. She knew that her daughter’s discovery of her affair with her son wouldn’t have made her so jealous. The two of them had joked about it when they were flirting in bed. Her daughter must have known that it was only a matter of time before she and her son had this affair. Now, judging from her daughter’s tone, it seemed that Lu Zirong had caused her daughter to misunderstand something. It was no wonder, her daughter was newly married and in the throes of passion. Even her own son had shed a lot of lustful tears for her son.

“Yanzi, I was just confused for a moment. I didn’t ask for your consent. Your brother’s heart is still with you.” She wanted to go over and persuade her to calm her daughter down, but since she was not wearing anything and her son Lu Zirong didn’t seem to care, she tried several times to wait for her son to turn around and signal to her to find her clothes first, but her son didn’t understand. How could she go with her son naked? It would be like a pair of adulterers caught in the act, caught red-handed. "Dead man, when things come to this, can't you at least give your mother some clothes first?"

Lu Ziyan glared at her brother. "Li Rouqian, do you think I'm that petty? It was only a matter of time before he slept with you. Even that philanderer has read your lousy diaries. Your heart is just waiting for him to seduce you. Actually, that heartless scoundrel has wanted to sleep with you for a long time, you know that, right?" She rattled off her words, seemingly venting her resentment.

Lu Zirong was confused. If she wasn't jealous of her mother, then what was the point of this tantrum? "Good Yanzi, my darling, since you don't care about your mother, brother—" He dared not call his sister "wife" in front of his mother, so he could only say "darling.

" "Who's your darling? Get away, don't defile my body." She used her arm to push away her brother's outstretched hand.

Li Rouqian understood; her daughter actually resented her brother's infidelity. Sigh—no wonder, he'd just gotten close to her, and she'd already found someone else. Who could stand that? If it weren't for the bond between mother and daughter, even she herself might not have been able to accept it. "Yanzi, don't be angry. Come here, tell your mother."

Lu Ziyan walked over, looking aggrieved, avoiding her brother's gaze.

"What did your brother do to you? Silly girl, you said you'd share your son with your mother—" Li Rouqian's face flushed red. The thought of sharing her son with her daughter made her weak. Did she really have to share a bed with her daughter? She leaned forward to wipe her daughter's tears. "Mother will only do this once. If you act like this, will Mother give in to you in the future?" She felt a pang of sadness herself. She'd just broken the vow with her son; was she going to give up halfway? That dead man hadn't, hadn't, made her lose her virginity.

"Mother—" Lu Ziyan sobbed, "You don't know, that heartless scoundrel just slept with someone," she said, pausing to avoid being accused of being petty, "and not only did he sleep with someone, but he also got together with you, and yet he proposed to her." She gritted her teeth in hatred, her fiery temper fully exposed.

Li Rouqian, hearing her daughter's words, was completely bewildered. She turned to look at Lu Zirong, her eyes filled with endless sorrow.

Could this beast have another woman outside? Actually, she didn't care that her son frequented prostitutes; what she feared was that he was keeping a mistress, which would make all her longing for him pointless.

Lu Zirong, seeing his mother's cold gaze, grew anxious. He leaned over the bed, saying to his mother and sister, "Yanzi, tell your brother clearly, who told you that?" His pleading gaze and his hands seemed to have nowhere to go. "Good sister—" he wanted to hug and comfort her, but he was afraid his mother would be jealous.

"Get out of here! You think you can keep us in the dark? Even a lime-plaster wall can let in some air."

"Rong'er, what exactly happened?" Li Rouqian's feelings were a mix of emotions; she both loved and resented her son. She hadn't even warmed the skin of her new lover before he'd already found someone new. It was truly a case of one wave replacing the other, one new love replacing the old. Did he really treat his mother like an old shoe? The thought made her blush. "Old shoe"? Wasn't that an insult, calling her a "broken shoe"? Sigh! Now, even if she was a broken shoe, she'd accept it. Who told her to lower herself to serve a servant?

Lu Zirong, fearing his mother's misunderstanding and that he'd miss out on his chance, worried that his sister would ruin their tryst, cried out anxiously, "Yanzi, my dearest son, my heart is only for you and Mother." He wanted to hug her but dared not; he already knew his sister's fiery temper. He could only look at his mother pleadingly.

"Hmph! You're getting greedy, aren't you? You've already taken Mother's body and deflowered Sister, are you tired of her now? Not fresh anymore?" Lu Ziyan looked at her brother's pathetic state with a smug expression.

"May lightning strike me! Besides, Mother, I haven't even—taken her—" He said this in a low voice, afraid his mother would be angry.

Sure enough, Li Rouqian's face was filled with rage. You little beast, you haven't even taken her yet! How do you think you've taken her? You just raped me so badly I wanted to die, you even stabbed her in the heart, and then had someone rape me on all fours! Now you see your sweetheart and you're lying! If I were to get pregnant with your child, you wouldn't dare admit it, would you? "Rong'er, you—you're such a heartless scoundrel! If something happens to your mother, you'll still try to absolve yourself of responsibility, won't you?"

The more she tried to explain, the worse it got. Lu Zirong was at a loss, completely exasperated by his sister. He had tried to solve one problem only to create another, and now he had hurt his mother's feelings with just one sentence. "Mother, Rou Rou, that's not what I meant. I just meant that I have nothing to do with you—"

"Hmph, don't try to change the subject. What exactly happened?" Li Rouqian adopted a motherly demeanor. In fact, she understood her son's thoughts. The two of them had just arrived in Hong Kong when their daughter had startled them apart. A single stone can cause a thousand ripples, scattering the wild lovers; she had entered her mother's heart, but had not yet been able to release her desires.

"Mom," Lu Ziyan saw that her mother was on her side, and felt more confident. She quickly said, "That heartless man even ran off to Beijing to propose to some Shan Shan."

Hearing this, Lu Zirong breathed a sigh of relief and hugged his sister tightly. "My darling, my good wife, I thought something was wrong. Did you miss your husband?" As he spoke, regardless of whether his sister wanted to or not, and even though his mother was still by his side, he forcibly pulled his sister into his arms.

"You—you—" Lu Ziyan was held captive, unable to move, kicking her legs angrily, trying to get her brother to let go.

"Alright, alright, stop it." Li Rouqian understood the reason for her daughter's temper tantrum, and was both amused and exasperated. Seeing her son and daughter hugging and acting affectionately, she said sourly, "You're not behaving like a proper brother."

Lu Zirong looked at his sister glaring and scratching her cheek, and teased, "You little vixen, are you going crazy missing your brother? You're such a jealous person." He knew that once a woman got jealous, she was head over heels in love. "Little wife, it was Mother's idea."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lu Ziyan struggled to break free, looking at Li Rouqian.

"Rong'er, stop it, let's hear where she got the idea from?" Women are indeed perceptive; only the mother and daughter knew about her idea, how could Ziyan know?

"Mother, you mean, you want Brother to do that?" She blinked her fuzzy peach-like eyes and asked her. After gaining her mother's approval, she coquettishly let her brother hug her, "Bad sister, you and this dead man are really good friends." She pouted, "Do you really want him to divorce his wife and remarry?"

"What are you talking about? I'll spank you," Lu Zirong was overjoyed. He hadn't expected that his sister would see his lovemaking with his mother so clearly. From now on, he wouldn't have to hide anymore. He hugged his sister and kissed her, "I'll ask Mother to make a pair for us siblings too."

"Hmph! I don't want to be in cahoots with you."

Lu Zirong pressed down on his sister's body and reached inside, "You little slut, you're so ungrateful. Let me see if you want it or not." He forcefully reached inside his sister's clothes. "You're already so wet, and you're still being stubborn?"

Li Rouqian frowned as she watched the siblings being so intimate. "You little beast, you don't care about your mother's feelings. I haven't even had a chance to taste you yet, and you've already neglected me." Thinking this, she felt a lustful fluid welling up inside her. "Mother, Mother's also leaking, it's all because of you, you little devil, making us both so infatuated with you." "Rong'er, don't be crazy, Yanzi, tell me where you heard this."

"Hehe—hehe," Lu Ziyan was breathless from her brother's teasing, "Mother, look at brother." She turned to look at her mother.

Lu Zirong, eager to hear the story, stopped, but still kept his hand on his sister's vulva.

Lu Ziyan took a breath and recounted everything that had happened at the hospital. She remembered her sister Lu Ziyue's resentful expression and her coquettish manner towards their father, and felt uncomfortable. "Sister even asked Father what to do?" she looked at her mother, puzzled.

Li Rouqian sighed, "It seems your father is completely inclined towards Ziyue. But it's alright. As long as Minister Zuo intervenes, and with your marriage alliance, I think your father will give in."

"Mom, are you really willing to let my brother be with that person?" Lu Ziyan was completely ignorant of family feuds and the battlefield-like rules of the business world. In her heart, there was only burning love and sweet nothings.

Li Rouqian rolled her eyes at her and scolded, "What do you know? Your father and sister are teaming up against your brother? If your brother doesn't get outside help, the Lu family's assets will be foreign property long ago. Then—" She poked her daughter's finger, "Then, even you will be kicked out. Let's see if you can still have fun then?" A sly smile played on her lips as she spoke.

Lu Ziyan nestled in her mother's arms. Due to her ignorance of family feuds, she seemed to have toned down her earlier sharpness. "Isn't it you who's here?" she said softly, sounding rather delicate.

"With me here? How could I possibly compete with your father? It's all illegitimate and baseless. You good-for-nothing, you brat, all you know is how to have fun."

"However," Lu Ziyan hesitated, unsure whether to speak, "I think my sister and father get along quite well." Before leaving, her sister leaned on her father's shoulder, her face full of tenderness.

"More than just good, they're practically inseparable," Lu Zirong interjected.

"Bullshit!" Li Rouqian suddenly cursed rudely, "Do you think everyone's like you and your brother?"

She still couldn't tolerate her husband's betrayal. In Li Rouqian's heart, no matter how much of a womanizer Lu Daqing was, he was still her husband. Even though he had women outside, what she couldn't tolerate most was him having affairs at home, especially with her own daughter. Even now, she had no intention of keeping her husband and daughter together, so when Lu Zirong touched on this sensitive topic, her first strong reaction was naturally to him.

"Back then, I sent your brother to Beijing because I was worried that if your father and sister teamed up, plus your brother's shares, the chairman's position would naturally fall into someone else's hands. I had no other choice but to come up with this plan." She glanced sideways at her daughter.

"I just can't stand seeing my brother with someone else—" Lu Ziyan pouted, still feeling unhappy.

"Silly girl, do you think you can have your brother all to yourself? If you have the guts, I'll make him marry you properly."

Lu Ziyan grumbled, "He didn't say he wanted my brother to marry me."

"Scared now? Then isn't it right for your brother to get a wife?" Li Rouqian relaxed at this point, "You little slut with a heart but no guts. I had my reasons for arranging it that way, to avoid gossip about the Zhang family and the Li family." Li Rouqian said, resting her cheek on her hand and lying on her side on the bed.

"Yanzi, I want my brother to have a wife in name only, so it's convenient for you two." Lu Zirong chuckled and pinched his sister's cheek. “She wants our Lu family to set up a branch in Beijing, managed by your sister-in-law, partly to leverage Minister Zuo’s influence for development, and partly to find a shield. Then brother can have three or four concubines with Qing Tong.” Speaking of three or four concubines, he glanced at his mother and sister.

Lu Ziyan jumped up excitedly upon hearing this. She naturally knew what her brother meant by "three wives and four concubines." "Good! You two adulterous women, conspiring to deceive me, just you wait—" She straddled Lu Zirong, tickling him.

Lu Zirong looked at his sister's exposed chest; her thin clothes couldn't conceal her deep cleavage, making him swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

"You two are hiding here having a good time, aren't you?" Lu Ziyan persisted, ignoring their mother's presence.

"You crazy hussy," Lu Zirong felt uncomfortable from being tickled, trying his best to suppress his laughter. He reached out and pressed his sister down, taking the opportunity to slip his hand inside her collar and gently grasp her small, full breasts.

Lu Ziyan, held tightly by her brother, gradually calmed down. Her eyes became teary, and the previous thirst rekindled in a certain part of her body. Lu Zirong, seeing this, was also aroused and embraced her, kissing her.

Li Rouqian, watching the brother and sister's intimacy, felt a pang of sadness and got up to leave. "You two are crazy, I'm going out to get some food." The moment she lifted the blanket, she realized she was still naked. Hesitating, Lu Zirong reached out and grasped her full, trembling breasts. "You idiot,

" Li Rouqian snorted, afraid her daughter would see.

"Mom," Lu Zirong pulled away from his sister's lips, turning his head to look at her, his eyes trying to hold onto his mother.

"You still care about your mother? Don't get in the way here." Li Rouqian pressed her son's hand down, intending to remove it. But she still had no clothes to cover herself, and being naked in front of her son and daughter was too shameful.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zirong turned his head away. "Good wife, your son wants—" He kneaded his mother's large breasts, swallowing hard. He really wanted to climb over and hold her in his arms.

"What do you want?" Li Rouqian's eyes held a lingering reluctance, yet she felt she couldn't bring herself to do it in front of her daughter. She glared at her son with a coquettish

look. "Swallows fly in pairs in the light rain, a lone figure stands amidst fallen flowers." He pinched his sister's nipple, kneading his mother's breasts.

Li Rouqian's face flushed instantly. This good-for-nothing brat, he'd raped his mother, defiled his sister, and now he wanted to be a lover, flying around the world together? Did he really think his mother was a whore?

"You idiot, always wanting more, eating from one bowl while eyeing another." She laughed and scolded, turning her face away. Lu Zirong knew his mother had this intention, but was restrained by her status. Her heart was already pounding, longing for her sister to strip naked, to see the "lotus blossoms open at dawn, their delicate beauty enhanced by heavy and light makeup. Wild butterflies, wanton as they come, flutter to the pond morning and night."

"Mother, twin blossoms, freely picked, frivolous thoughts fill the heart. A fair face and fragrant cheeks shared, blushing with the love between two souls."

"You rascal, all you do is recite those lewd poems, stirring up emotions! Swallow, bring me my clothes!" Li Rouqian whimpered, but didn't move.

"I won't give them to you," Lu Ziyan replied coquettishly, watching her brother's hands brazenly on her mother's chest. She straddled her brother's chest, "Brother, my darling husband, I want it!" She pulled down her pants and shoved her little pussy into Lu Zirong's mouth.

"You little slut, you don't even listen to your mother anymore!" Li Rouqian didn't know whether to get up or lie down, her heart pounding. Seeing her daughter's wildness, her own heart was also pounding with desire.

"I won't give you any, I won't give you any," Lu Ziyan said, swaying her body as she straddled her brother's neck. A tuft of pubic hair brushed against Lu Zirong's chin. Her plump, swollen vulva was parted, even the tender labia were unusually full and erect between the two large labia, unlike her mother's, whose labia were already wrinkled. Lu Zirong really wanted to part them and see her beautiful face. But he was afraid that his mother would resent him and feel cold towards her.

"Mom, here are your clothes." Lu Zirong wanted to arouse his mother's desire.

Li Rouqian's hopes were dashed like a bucket of cold water. Hearing her son speak, she lazily thought of getting up, but when she turned her head, she exclaimed, "Oh dear, what a fool!" Her daughter was straddling Lu Zirong's neck, holding her brother's head in her hands. She hesitated like a young girl, not knowing what to do. She cursed her son Lu Zirong inwardly.

“No, no! You naughty son, you're ganging up on your mother!” Li Rouqian turned her back to her brother and sister, too afraid to look at the camera.

“Yanzi, don’t—” Li Rouqian heard her son call out, but something blocked her mouth. She had to move her body further in and steal a glance. Good heavens! Her son was licking his daughter with his tongue. He stared blankly, his mouth agape. Damn Yanzi, you little slut, doing such a lewd thing with your brother in front of your mother! How am I supposed to keep up appearances now?

Lu Zirong heard the movement and turned to look at his mother. He saw Li Rouqian quickly turn her head, her beautiful hair cascading over her shoulders. Her spine formed a graceful arc, revealing her large buttocks. “You little hussy, you're suffocating me!” he quipped, making sure his mother heard him.

Lu Ziyan shook her brother's head, "No, I want it." She cupped her brother's head, wanting to kiss him, but Lu Zirong dodged her. He used one hand to pry open his sister's vulva for a closer look. It was plump and juicy, like a freshly baked abalone oozing with clam juice. Suddenly, he remembered the line "New lotus flowers bloom at dawn." Although his mother's was a bit bigger than his sister's, they were old and new, but each had its own unique charm. Ziyan's was tight and full, while his mother's was wide and moist. Thinking of this, he naturally reached out to touch his mother.

Li Rouqian had her back to her son and gently slapped his outstretched hand, snorting, "Bad!" But she deliberately leaned closer, giving Lu Zirong a close look. Li Rouqian's legs were crossed, and her vulva was swollen and unusually large. Her buttocks were like half a moon, squeezing her vulva into a meat bun, with the filling bulging out. However, the color of that filling was not as fresh and tender as his sister's.

Without realizing it, his hand reached out. Li Rouqian flinched at the touch of her son's large hand, her protruding flesh shrinking back. Lu Zirong felt a shiver run down his spine; he hadn't expected his mother to be so sensitive. His fingers unconsciously traced the outline of her breasts, causing Li Rouqian to cover her face and moan softly. For a moment, Lu Zirong felt as if he were floating in mid-air, torn between his sister and his mother. He never imagined such a situation would arise.

"Pretending to be coy, putting on a fake act," Lu Zirong muttered, watching his mother's coy resistance. "You slut, so what if your son sleeps with you?" He watched his mother's every move intently, which amused his sister. She moved forward, her vulva pressed against Lu Zirong's lips.

"Yanzi, you little slut, why are you so wet?" He pinched Lu Ziyan's labia into a slit, fondling its baby-like shape, while his other hand stimulated Li Rouqian's wide vulva.

"Rou Rou, turn around and let your husband have a threesome with you and your daughter."

"You're bad, how can your mother face anyone after this?" Li Rouqian finally whimpered.

"Rong'er's slut, a whore who's been fucked by her son, still pretending to be virtuous." He teased, "Hypocritical, hypocritical, why pretend to be virtuous?"

"Brother, Mother wants to be a whore and also wants to maintain a virtuous image, she fucked me first." Lu Ziyan's breathing became heavy.

Lu Zirong pulled his hand out and inserted it between his mother's legs. With a forceful movement, Li Rouqian turned around. "Rou Rou, look, your juices are all over the bed."

Li Rouqian shyly flinched, "Rong'er, please spare your mother." She glanced at her daughter straddling Lu Zirong, then buried her head in her elbows.

"Rou Rou, my mother, just give in to me. You've been wanting your son for a long time," he said, pushing Li Rouqian's hands away. Li Rouqian's face was flushed with shy tears. Lu Zirong lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes. "Rou Rou, you slut, you're already my woman, what are you still being coy about?" He said to his sister, Ziyan, "Yanzi, let your brother kiss your mother."

Lu Ziyan's small eyes widened with excitement. She lifted her bottom slightly, and Lu Zirong pulled Li Rouqian's face closer, leaning in and using his tongue to pry open his mother's cherry lips for a deep kiss. "A courtesan, beautifully dressed, accompanies her lover every night in the bridal chamber. Her jade-like wrists are for him to pillow, her two red lips for him to taste. She feigns various shy expressions, creating a false facade. How many men have come and gone, she sheds two lines of shy tears."

"Rong'er, do you really want your mother to be your courtesan?" Hearing her son recite the poem "Ode to a Courtesan," Li Rouqian felt more resentment than joy. However, her son had altered "A pair of jade-like wrists for a thousand men to pillow, two red lips for ten thousand guests to taste," which offered her a slight comfort.

“After my son becomes the manager of the Lu family, he’ll build you a brothel and make you the madam. Come on, let your son patronize you first,” he said, turning to his sister, “Yanzi, help this bitch up, I’ll patronize her first with that little dog turning around move.” He was still thinking about the obscene act on the screen.

Lu Ziyan had just stepped off her brother’s body when the phone rang. Lu Zirong glanced at it, grabbed it, and said in a low, stern voice, “What is it?”

“Young—Young Master, something bad has happened,”

Lu Zirong said impatiently, “Speak quickly!”

“Master, Master has left.” The butler stammered.

Lu Zirong slammed down the phone. “Damn it, does that old bastard need to report that he’s gone?” Seeing that Lu Ziyan had already positioned her mother, he excitedly spread Li Rouqian’s legs apart, and his large hand reached into his mother’s vagina, which was already wet with lust. Li Rouqian swayed her buttocks like a female dog wagging its tail for pleasure.

“Beep—beep—” The phone vibrated wildly on the bed. Lu Zirong, furious , snatched the phone away. Seeing it was the butler again, he demanded sharply, "What is it?"

"Master,"

damn it, it's the butler again, "What happened to the master?" "He's passed away," the man sobbed. "What did you say?" He pressed the receiver to his ear, his eyes widening in shock. "Rong'er, what's wrong?" Li Rouqian, hearing her son's tone, half-knelt and turned to ask. "Disappointing," Lu Zirong looked at his mother's expectant posture. His boiling passion had been chilled by this old man; even in death, he wouldn't let him have peace. He could only wait for next time. "Daqing is dead." "Really?" Li Rouqian straightened her knees. Lu Zirong silently got out of bed. "Get up, everyone." Chapter Fourteen: The funeral home was located in the southwest corner of Qingtong Villa, surrounded by lush trees and verdant greenery. In the center of the hall, with its upturned eaves and glazed tile roof, lay a glass coffin, with Lu Daqing's portrait hanging in the center. On either side of the portrait were two couplets depicting Lu Daqing's life: "A life of military service, a hero who created great achievements; in business, the Lu family's legacy flourished." Various wreaths were arranged on both sides of the hall, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere. Director Liu, accompanied by Shi Jian, hurried over. As the eldest son, Lu Ziling, to express his gratitude to the guests, politely shook hands with Director Liu and his entourage. Lu Zirong, who was directing his servants, saw this and quickly stepped forward. "Director Liu." He grasped Director Liu's hands with both of his, looking at him gratefully. "Please accept my condolences!" Director Liu glanced around the mourning hall and gestured for Shi Jian to come over. "Mr. Lu, please take a look. This is the actual situation of the investigation, along with the doctor's diagnosis." He handed over a sealed plastic bag and stood at attention to the side. "The mayor specifically instructed us to take care of Mr. Lu's death. With the intervention of the criminal investigation team, a general conclusion has been reached: Mr. Lu did indeed die of illness." Director Liu briefly explained, "Please take a look at the documents for details." "Thank you for your care, Mayor and Director Liu." Lu Zirong took the materials and glanced at them gratefully. After thanking the two police officers, he was led into the special reception room by a servant. Lu Zirong hurried to his bedroom. As he passed the lattice screen, his phone rang. "Shanshan? Oh, yesterday." He hesitated in front of the lattice screen, head down. "Dad said he'll arrive tomorrow morning." Zuo Shanshan said sweetly on the phone, "Zirong, take care of yourself." "Okay, I know." Lu Zirong replied casually, eager to know the cause of his father's death. "Dad said—" Zuo Shanshan hesitated for a moment on the other end, her voice tinged with shyness, "He said he'd also finalize things between us." "Oh, the old man's gone, so all that's needed is Mom's approval," he kicked a pebble on the ground, thinking, "Damn it, these scoundrels can't even clean properly." "Tell Dad the ceremony is at 10 a.m. Okay." "Okay." Zuo Shanshan said reluctantly. Lu Zirong was about to hang up when he heard Shanshan's panting on the other end, so he said, "Anything else?" Zuo Shanshan chuckled softly on the other end, "See you tomorrow!" "See you tomorrow!" He hung up and was about to go into the living room when he suddenly stopped. Standing in front of the screen, he pulled out the test results, his eyes wide with thought. In Lu Ziyue's west wing, Lu Zirong paced back and forth, his face ashen. "Zirong, Father left a will before he died, instructing me to manage the Lu family's assets. Besides, I own more than half of the shares in our Lu Group," Lu Ziyue said calmly, appearing confident. Lu Zirong's eyes widened. "Are you a member of the Lu family?" He put his hands behind his back, showing disdain. "Of course, this is Father's will." She handed it to Lu Zirong without fear. From the moment the nurse carried Lu Daqing away, Lu Ziyue had known what was going on. Her father had not only left her a will, but also left her his life savings—or more precisely, his son Jianxin. She looked through the savings book Lu Daqing had left her; it contained a full twenty million yuan. Next to it was a letter written to her: "Yue'er, in this world, from the battlefield to the business world, I have spent my life in the military and traversed the world, yet I have left nothing behind. The only thing I truly care about is you. You are the woman I worried about most before my death, and also the woman Father loved most." "Moon, the lovemaking before your father's death was planned long ago. I want to die on the woman I love most. As the ancients said, 'Better to die beneath the flowers than to be a ghost of romance.' Your father is the romantic ghost beneath your flowers. Don't blame your father. I carved these words on you so you would know you are my woman. After I die, stay by my side for a while, then have a skin graft. Enjoy your romance, and your love won't have been in vain. As for Jianxin, raise him well. Consider it the last bit of inheritance I leave to the Lu family. If you can conceive a son or daughter that day, it will be a blessing between us. Give birth to them for me, so Jianxin will have a companion. Above the character 'husband' (father)." Reading this, a tear rolled down her cheek. In her many lovesick moments with her father, although self-interest prevailed, she still had feelings for him. After all, her father had arranged a good ending for her before his death. She watched as Lu Zirong read her father's will, his face changing, his hands trembling for some reason. "You still want to inherit the Lu family fortune?" He raised his head, his venomous gaze sending chills down Lu Ziyue's spine. "Your father really loves you! Giving such a large fortune to the Zhang family?" Lu Ziyue lowered her head guiltily, but her strong personality prevented her from backing down. Lu Zirong slammed the doctor's diagnosis in front of her. "Look for yourself." He sneered and turned away. Lu Ziyue felt a mix of emotions. She picked up the single sheet of paper, stamped with the bright red seal of the municipal hospital. At the bottom of the diagnosis was a line of small print: "Excessive internal heat, leading to death from exhaustion." She looked up at Lu Zirong's face, trying to glean some information from his expression.

"You don't know the reason, do you? This is the conclusion reached by the police investigation. Our father died from excessive sexual activity, leading to uncontrolled ejaculation—what's commonly known as 'horse stroke'." His icy gaze pierced straight into Lu Ziyue's heart.

Lu Ziyue's face flushed red and then turned pale. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't utter a word.

"You know the reason, don't you?" His piercing gaze was like a sharp sword.

"Me? How would I know?"

"Tch!" Lu Zirong said, enunciating each word clearly. "Logically, as a daughter, you shouldn't know about Father's pleasure-seeking, just like me. But that's not the case. You've been taking care of Father at his bedside since he became critically ill. Didn't you know anything about it?"

"Am I guilty of taking care of Dad? You all only care about your own interests, leaving Dad alone in the hospital. As a daughter, I was just doing my filial duty."

"Indeed, you are a very filial daughter." Lu Zirong used a feigned retreat to advance. "I just came from the nurse. Father's only request before he passed away was to take a bath. The nurse said that after Father took a bath, you let her leave. You were the only witness in that bathroom who saw Father in his final moments. In other words, Father's sudden death," his sharp gaze pierced Lu Ziyue's heart, "either Father masturbated, or Father slept with you."

"You?" Lu Ziyue's face flushed red. She knew that Lu Zirong already knew the truth.

Lu Zirong lit a cigarette and easily exhaled a puff of smoke. "Actually, I know you used Father. In the last moments of his life, you seduced him into bed, all for that inheritance."

"You—you're talking nonsense!" she said, her face turning purple. "That's not how it happened at all."

"Then what happened?" His unquestionable tone left Lu Ziyue speechless. "You think I don't know? You slut, you even seduced Father's cunt."

Lu Ziyue's arrogance flared up. She looked at Lu Zirong. "So what? I'm slutty, I'm wanton. Don't be picky." Her disdainful gaze made Lu Zirong tremble with anger.

"Can't have it?" He angrily tore the will to shreds in his hand. "You slut, let's see what you can do now."

He cursed his sister viciously.

"You?" Lu Ziyue watched as he tore her father's will to shreds. She tried to grab it back, but it was too late. She lunged at him like a madwoman, only to be met with a handful of shredded paper slammed into Lu Zirong's face.

“Slut! I’ll eat you up today.” He grabbed Lu Ziyue’s arms and pinned her to the bed.

Lu Ziyue screamed wildly, kicking her brother’s buttocks hard with her thighs. “I’m waiting for you, you dare to eat me?” She looked at him defiantly, completely devoid of any sibling affection.

Lu Zirong slapped her hard, pinning Lu Ziyue’s hands down. “You slut who got fucked by Dad, you think I wouldn’t dare?” He freed his hands and lifted Lu Ziyue’s skirt. “Today I’ll see what kind of cunt Dad fucked.”

“Lu Zirong, you’ll die a horrible death!” Lu Ziyue was pinned down, unable to move, but she frantically swung her legs, trying to prevent her brother from seeing the secret between her legs. Her

snow-white panties covered a bulging thing, a wisp of dark pubic hair sticking out of the cotton panties. Lu Zirong looked at his sister’s swaying thighs, reached out and grabbed them. Without even taking them off, he ripped them in half with a tearing sound.

No longer able to hide it, Lu Ziyue closed her eyes in anguish. "You old lecher, you even sold your daughter before you died."

A line of bright red characters caught Lu Zirong's eye. He widened his eyes in shock, never expecting his father to have carved a seal on his own daughter's private parts, a testament to their relationship: Lu Daqing's woman. Lu Ziyue was Lu Daqing's woman. Was it his sister's willing confession to their father, or was his father demanding his daughter's loyalty?

A surge of jealousy ignited a nameless fire within him. He knew that this line of characters was enough to prove the incestuous relationship between father and daughter. His sister, Lu Ziyue, had willingly become his father's mistress, and every time Lu Daqing had sex with her, he would look at his daughter lying beneath him, enjoying the stimulation brought to him by that line of characters.

"Truly my chaste and virtuous wife, why don't you commit suicide with me?" He suddenly thrust his hand into Lu Ziyue's unusually full and bulging vulva.

"Zirong, please spare me." She half-reclined, looking at him with pleading eyes. "My sister's body has already been defiled by Father, so don't humiliate me anymore."

"Humiliate you? I'll fuck you today."

"You?" Lu Ziyue was shocked. She initially thought her brother was just using this opportunity to humiliate her and force her to withdraw from the fight for the family fortune, but she never expected Lu Zirong to say something like that. "Lu Zirong, I'm your own sister, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" "

Will lightning strike you? Don't forget, you're Lu Daqing's woman. By seniority, I should call you stepmother, my Yue'er's mother." He thrust into Lu Ziyue's soft, split vagina.

A slight pain from the roughness made Lu Ziyue frown. "Good brother, don't say such hurtful things, sister won't fight you anymore." If her relationship with her father became public, Lu Ziyue wouldn't be able to stand here, let alone inherit the family fortune, even Jianxin wouldn't be able to stay.

“Stepmother, are you scared? I, Lu Zirong, once swore that I would sleep with every woman Lu Daqing has slept with.” He straddled Lu Ziyue’s hips, his lewd eyes fixed on her distorted vulva. “You are Lu Daqing’s woman, so of course you are my woman too.”

“You? You filthy scoundrel.” Lu Ziyue tried to shake off her brother by thrusting her hips, but with her strength, it was harder than climbing to heaven. “Mom is also Lu Daqing’s woman, why don’t you sleep with her?” Lu Ziyue used her last trump card, hoping to make Lu Zirong stop.

Lu Zirong played with his sister’s vulva for a while, then gently unbuttoned Lu Ziyue’s clothes. “Stepmother, let me see what other secrets you have here?” He teasingly unhooked Lu Ziyue’s bra like a cat playing with a mouse, revealing a pair of plump, white breasts that bounced open, their bright red nipples twitching. Lu Zirong fiddled with her hand, then lewdly pinched it. "Did Daqing suck it?" His defiant gaze burned with lust, and Lu Ziyue knew she couldn't escape.

Lu Zirong gripped the hem of her clothes and pulled it apart, tearing the last thread of the fabric, along with the snapping of the buttons. The letter her father had left for her, which she had just read and kept in her underwear, fell out.

Lu Zirong, straddling his sister's belly, read the entire text word by word. He grinned menacingly, "Stepmother Yue'er, congratulations on leaving an heir for the Lu family. You should be a great contributor to the Lu family. No wonder Da Qing favors you so much. In the end, he probably left the family fortune to that bastard, right? Haha!" He chuckled maliciously, "Today I'll let you leave another heir for the Lu family, and Da Qing's efforts won't have been in vain. Sister, are you willing?"

Lu Ziyue knew that everything she had was in her brother's hands. If he were to reveal the secret of her private parts, how could she have the face to live in this world? But even so, she still had a sliver of hope: the 20 million yuan her father had given her would be enough for her future life. She looked at the equally menacing erection on her stomach, her hands pressing against Lu Zirong's. "Zirong, have some decency. Jianxin is still your nephew. Besides, my father and I are worlds apart, and he's gone. Can't you forgive me?" As she spoke, she turned her head to the side, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

"What, regretting it now? Lu Ziyue, let me tell you the truth, you won't get a single piece of this family's property. Jianxin, that bastard, is still my brother in terms of Daqing's lineage. If you know what's good for you, you'll follow my arrangements, and I won't mistreat you," he said shamelessly in a low voice, looking at Lu Ziyue's face. "As long as you give me your body, from now on, you'll be my mistress."

Lu Ziyue's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't expected Lu Zirong to make such a request. Had he truly lost all moral and ethical values? Did he really want her sister to be his mistress? "Zirong, although my sister made a mistake, it's not entirely my fault. Father liked me and pursued me relentlessly. It was that time Zhang Qiang went on a business trip; Father and I both drank, and then he took me. My sister later tried to end it, but he—he—recorded what happened between us. My sister had no choice but to maintain this ambiguous incestuous relationship with him. I had no other option!"

"Yes, you can continue to be helpless and give the Lu family another son or daughter." He rubbed Lu Ziyue's satin-like pubic hair.

"Lu Zirong, don't push your luck. If I go all out, you won't get away with it." Lu Ziyue was clearly driven to desperation.

"That's good then. Today, my sister and I will continue the Lu family line, you slut." He parted Lu Ziyue's clitoris, which was nestled between her labia, and rubbed it. “Don’t forget, I swore that blood oath to my father that all his women are my women, Lu Zirong’s women.”

Lu Ziyue tried to push Lu Zirong’s hand away. “Li Rouqian is also our father’s woman. If you’re so capable, go ahead and sleep with her first.” She had never had any feelings for her mother, so she spoke without any restraint.

“Haha.” Lu Zirong laughed and whispered in her ear, “Let me tell you, right before Daqing died, while you were making love with him, I slept with Li Rouqian on my mother’s bed. Li Rouqian, you know who she is, right? A bitch.” He grabbed a handful of Lu Ziyue’s pubic hair and pulled it out. "Li Rouqian even told me herself that she would be pregnant with my child."

Lu Ziyue winced in pain, her eyes widening in surprise as if she didn't recognize Lu Zirong. Then she said disdainfully, "Lu Zirong, you're just fantasizing."

"What? You don't believe me?" Lu Zirong picked up his phone, dialed a number, and the phone rang. "You recognize this number, right?" He held it up to Lu Ziyue's face, and the call connected. "Rou Rou—" he called affectionately, then held it to Lu Ziyue's ear. "You rascal, where have you been again?" Lu Ziyue recognized her mother's voice, sweet and gentle. Lu Zirong leaned closer. "Rou Rou, call me 'husband'."

"You're teasing Mom again, with so many people around, aren't you afraid—" Li Rouqian said, but then she heard a jumble of voices on the phone. Lu Ziyue's eyes widened. She couldn't believe it was real, yet she couldn't believe it was her mother's voice on the other end. It seemed that in this family, not only had she messed up the relationships, but even her usually demure and dignified mother had become a harlot. Her relationship with her father was completely different now.

"Rou Rou, do you miss your husband?" Lu Zirong pressed. Hearing Li Rouqian seemingly greet someone, she hurriedly spoke into the receiver, "You idiot, you scared me to death! Someone from the company came to ask about the arrangements, where were you? You left me feeling so empty."

"Good wife, your husband misses you, call me 'husband'." Lu Zirong urged even more, seeing his sister's shocked expression.

"What time is it? You still have time for that?" Li Rouqian scolded playfully. "You're my pillar of strength."

Lu Zirong followed up, "Rou Rou, my good wife, your husband is your pillar of strength too. Call me that."

"Rong'er, my husband," Li Rouqian said hastily, seemingly a little shy. "You rascal, all you do is tease me."

Lu Zirong quickly said, "Rou Rou, when I'm done with work, your husband wants your cunt."

"Oh dear, you're bad! I'm not coming, I'm not coming." She hung up the phone.

Hearing this, Lu Ziyue felt a surge of emotion, her heart aching as she longed for a hug. Daqing, you rascal, you left so early, leaving your mother alone to be ridiculed and bullied. If you were still here, would Lu Zirong dare treat her like this? Thinking of this, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"Yue'er, did you hear that?" Lu Zirong hung up the phone, leaned down, and kissed his sister. "As long as you behave, this family is still yours."

Lu Ziyue lay there blankly, letting him take liberties with her, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You've even slept with our mother, how can I be innocent?"

"You slut, you're not clean to begin with. You did those shameful things with Dad, what are you pretending to be chaste for?" Lu Zirong got off her stomach and stood on the floor. Lu Ziyue lay naked on the bed. Because Lu Zirong had been sitting there, her pubic hair was messy, covering her high mons pubis. A wrinkled slit protruded a slightly blackened, rooster-like fleshy tongue. Lu Zirong's gaze penetrated his sister's vulva, as if trying to see through everything inside.

"You think you're clean? Mother already called you husband."

"What? So you're the only one who can bear children for Father, but I can't let Mother bear them?" He parted her legs, looking at her thick, split labia, and reached out. Her clitoris, hidden under the wrinkled foreskin, was revealed, transparent like a soybean. Lu Zirong pressed it with his index finger, watching his sister's body tremble, and quickly rubbed it.

The thighs etched with bright red characters gradually began to twist, swaying in front of Lu Zirong. Upon seeing the words "Lu Daqing's woman," his penis stood erect. Father must have played like this before. He tried hard to arouse Lu Ziyue. Her labia, which had been rubbed and wrinkled, gradually became engorged and swollen. Seeing Lu Ziyue close her eyes, biting her lip in exasperation, he pressed his penis against her soft vulva. "This is the woman Father has slept with, Lu Daqing's woman."

Lu Ziyue's vagina opened up suddenly, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out. Seeing this, Lu Zirong became aroused. He guided his throbbing, rosy vulva, slowly grinding his penis inside.

Lu Ziyue felt her empty vagina suddenly fill with desire. She hadn't expected Lu Zirong's penis to be so large. Her passive mindset crumbled, and she unconsciously began to move her vaginal muscles, engulfing it. The

swollen, purple penis gradually spread open, pulling back Lu Zirong's foreskin, its veins bulging. This thing that had once held her father's penis was now devouring hers. He held his sister's thighs, watching its lewd shape, and slowly penetrated it until the pubic hair was intertwined, and his testicles pressed tightly against his sister's anus.

"Comfortable, isn't it?" His sister's lower abdomen was slightly fleshy. Lu Zirong arched his back inside, feeling the warmth. "How does it compare to Da Qing's?" Lu Ziyue groaned, not speaking.

With a forceful thrust, he penetrated all the way in, seeing the millstone-like buttocks slide around, her lower abdomen trembling like waves. Then Lu Ziyue frowned and let out a snort. He thrust rapidly, feeling the stimulation of her undulating breasts and buttocks. Lu Ziyue finally couldn't bear it any longer, swinging her head wildly, letting out bursts of tight moans, which stimulated Lu Zirong to thrust even more violently.

"Slut, isn't it more comfortable than Lu Daqing?" He leaned down, lying on his sister's stomach, sucking on both nipples while kneading her plump, white breasts. Lu Ziyue's nipples were relatively large, with a concave shape in the middle, forming two unified shapes. Lu Zirong squeezed them together with both hands, creating a deep cleavage, while his lower body ground against his sister's flesh, thrusting incessantly.

"Ah—ah—" Lu Ziyue never expected her brother could make her feel so good, something she could never get from her father. She kept crossing her thighs to meet Lu Zirong's thrusts, arching her body in arousal, seeking a tighter union. Lu Zirong knew from his sister's position that she had been completely conquered. He always believed in his prowess in sex; once a woman got his hands on him, she would willingly offer herself. Lu Ziyue clearly belonged to this type as well. In fact, she was a woman of loose morals. Her relationship with Zhang Qiang left her most dissatisfied with their sex life, so she constantly sought extramarital affairs, eventually seducing her father. Lu Zirong pressed against his sister's cervix, repeatedly stomping his toes on the ground, channeling his power into the head of his penis. The area where they were joined became increasingly slippery. Lu Ziyue even braced her legs against the bed, lifting her buttocks to chase after each of Lu Zirong's withdrawals. Her hands even reached into Lu Zirong's buttocks, grasping and playing with his trembling testicles.

"Ring ring—" A pleasant cell phone ringtone accompanied by vibration made the phone run around on the bed. Lu Zirong glanced at it, got off his upper body, picked up his sister's buttocks, pressed them tightly against his crotch, and quickly thrust inside her, making Lu Ziyue roll her eyes back as if she were dead, her nostrils flared wide, as thin as a thread.

Suddenly, he felt her vagina contract violently, as if biting him. A tingling sensation shot through his brain. "Ah—ah—" he cried out, then thrust in, a large gush of semen shooting inside.

Looking at Lu Ziyue, who seemed to be dead, he climbed over his sister's body, leaving the head of his penis still inside her labia. He liked watching his thing embedded in her body. He reached for his phone.

"Rou Rou—" Li Rouqian called, and he called softly.

"Where the hell have you been?" Li Rouqian's soft, weak voice was very alluring.

"What's wrong?" He hadn't caught his breath yet. Feeling his penis leave his sister's vagina, he glanced back. His dark penis was slightly shrunken and dangling between their legs, a mixture of white semen and vaginal fluid flowing from Lu Ziyue's vulva to her anus.

“Mom’s lost her backbone, I don’t know how to handle many things. Where have you been hiding off to have fun?”

Li Rouqian said to her son in a coquettish tone.

Lu Zirong couldn’t stand his mother’s voice like that; it made him feel weak and sweet. “Is it because I haven’t penetrated you that you don’t know what to do? I’ll come over and give you a go, then you’ll have your backbone again.”

“You dead man, you’re just talking nonsense, Mother—” she said in a barely audible voice, seemingly hesitant, “Mother wants you to come here.”

Lu Zirong felt his sister move beneath him; she was probably struggling against the pressure on her thighs. “Yes, Rourou’s mother, I’ll be there in a bit.” He turned and hugged his sister, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“A bit, a bit, how much longer do you want?” A coquettish voice seemed to be stamping its feet on the other end.

“What are you doing?”

Lu Zirong looked at the woman in his arms and suddenly kissed her passionately. “I’m fucking your daughter.” Hearing this, Lu Ziyue trembled. Lu Zirong then moved his kiss from her lips to her neck. Li Rouqian on the other end of the phone remained silent, stunned. Lu Zirong deliberately held the receiver to his sister's ear. After a while, he heard Li Rouqian sobbing softly, "That bastard, he's fooling around with Yanzi again. What's the point of being a mother?"

"Rou Rou, my darling," Lu Zirong knew his mother had misunderstood, so he went along with it, "I'm saving it for you. It's like a gentle rain falling on your cunt, seemingly heartless but

actually showing mercy." Lu Zirong squeezed Lu Ziyue's breasts and inserted his penis into her cleavage. "Saving my head my foot! You just know how to make your mother happy. You only like the young ones; the old ones are too tough to chew." His mother felt a little comforted by her son's words.

Lu Zirong squeezed his sister's breasts with both hands, then thrust his penis out, poking it directly at her chin.

"Old clams are even more flavorful, they break a mother's heart. Rou Rou, say something frivolous."

"You little beast, Da Qing is dead, and you still have the mind to seek pleasure? Mother, how could I have given birth to such an unfilial son?" Li Rouqian's heart fluttered as she carefully chose her words.

Lu Zirong climbed down, kissed his sister, and let Lu Ziyue grab and knead his testicles. "Yue'er, quickly take care of your husband." He whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"The moon shines on the bed, family reunions at this moment. Mother and son lament the long night, longing arises throughout the evening. The candle is extinguished, lips meet, clothes are undressed, teasing the mother's tenderness. Unable to bear the mother's moans, the father is fast asleep next door. Covering lips, teasing each other, sharing the same pillow with mother." Li Rouqian finished reciting the poem, and hearing no sound from her son's side, she felt resentment rise again, "You dead man, do you want your mother to arouse you?"

Lu Zirong inserted his penis into his sister's mouth, watching her bright red lips swallow it, "Mother is aroused, Yue'er, my wife."

"You dead man, the candle is extinguished, lips meet, clothes are undressed, teasing the mother's tenderness. Mother, mother will do as you wish." The voice gradually lowered, and after saying that, she hung up the phone.

"Rou Rou, Rou Rou." Lu Zirong knew he had done something terrible, he called out repeatedly, but there was no sound. He turned around and pressed his sister down, "Yue'er, let your husband take you one more time." His penis bounced, thrusting straight into Lu Ziyue's throat. 02-04 Chapter Fifteen

(1)

In the municipal government reception room, Minister Zuo's white hair was neatly combed. He sat on the sofa, speaking and acting with composure and exuding confidence.

"Minister, Chairman Lu is very talented and has made great contributions to our Qingtong. It is a pity that the late Mr. Lu passed away in his later years." The mayor looked somewhat respectful.

Minister Zuo stretched and said slowly, "The Lu Group will still need the strong support of all the officials in the future. Lu Zirong is still young after all. Although his style is sharp, he still has a certain sense of proportion in his work." Minister Zuo was a little proud and boastful.

"That's right," the propaganda minister of the municipal party committee echoed, handing over a glass of water. "Today's scene is so grand. You see, Chairman Lu is really willing to take on the heavy responsibility and has arranged everything in an orderly manner." In such occasions, the propaganda department is always present. Today, he was busy running around, seemingly at the beck and call of ...

"It was still the city's arrangement. That young Chen, Chen what?" He turned to look at the municipal party secretary, recalling the memorial service that had just ended. The Lu family had risen rapidly in the city in recent years and had done a lot of charity work, appearing to be at the height of their prosperity, so naturally, the place was packed with customers.

"Oh, you mean Standing Committee member and vice mayor Chen Changlai, right?" It was the propaganda minister who stepped in.

“Oh, right—right…” Minister Zuo slapped his forehead. “His speech was very objective and insightful. Lu Daqing dedicated his life to the military and made contributions to the revolution. Later, he also worked in the economy and contributed to local development.”

“Yes,” the municipal party secretary nodded. “The Lu Group has made hundreds of millions in profits every year, and it pays more than 30 million in taxes to the local area, supporting a large number of people. How could our municipal party committee forget that? However, this Chairman Lu seems to be even more outstanding than his father. Minister, please rest assured, we will not only provide economic support to such a distinguished guest, but also give him corresponding political treatment.”

“Exactly,” Minister Zuo touched his hair with satisfaction and smoothed it back. “The rumors circulating recently were not good. When someone becomes famous, naturally people will keep an eye on them.” He said this with an implied meaning.

“Director Liu handled that matter. It was based on hearsay.” The mayor knew that Minister Zuo was referring to the rumors about drugs that had circulated recently. He had handled that matter. He received the call and immediately summoned the police chief, who closed the case as an inside job.

Minister Zuo yawned. "Don't forget to visit the old leader when you go to Beijing next time." He glanced around at the people around him and said politely.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb the leader then." The municipal party secretary was flattered. He hadn't expected such an invitation from a minister-level figure. It seemed his efforts hadn't been in vain. Seeing Minister Zuo's tired appearance, he winked at the propaganda minister.

"Minister, would you like to rest in your room?" He bowed and asked.

"Okay, okay..." He stood up, rubbing his back, and the propaganda minister quickly helped him up. These past few days had been exhausting for him. His daughter, Zuo Shanshan, had practically forced him to come here, but the trip had finally come to a successful end, and it was time to relax.

The room was arranged in the municipal government guesthouse. The more than 100 square meters of space was enough for him to relax. He looked at the room's facilities, which were no less than those of a presidential suite. The bathroom alone had various massage devices. He leaned back lazily on the sofa, thinking about how Shanshan had stayed with him these past few days, and felt a sweet warmth in his heart. "Shanshan, my little darling, if I could have you with me every day, I'd be so happy in my old age." But the thought of her being so intimate with Lu Zirong sent a bittersweet feeling rising from his heart to his head. It wasn't that he didn't want them to be together, but the image of his daughter in bed with Lu Zirong kept flashing through his mind. Sigh! Jealousy is inevitable, no matter when you're young. But I've done right by you, I've arranged everything for your future, how could you forget about me?

Just as he was lost in thought, the door opened, and Minister Liao from the Municipal Propaganda Department entered with a pretty young woman. "Minister, the city has arranged a waitress for you, what do you think..."

Minister Zuo, understanding the general's meaning, looked her over, his expression gradually softening. "Little Liao, why are there so few waitresses in the city?"

Minister Liao immediately understood the general's meaning. "Oh, Minister, this is young Fan's first time here. She's here specifically to serve you," he said, taking Fan Lingling's hand. "Come, let the minister see her," he said ingratiatingly, whispering in Minister Zuo's ear, "She's still a middle school student."

Minister Zuo immediately smiled broadly and touched Fan Lingling's hand. "Very good, very good."

"What else do you need? Please let me know." He finished speaking and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Minister Zuo looked at the door, which was tightly closed, and felt a surge of excitement. The room was perfectly designed; once the door was closed, it was completely invisible. He couldn't help but admire the city's ingenious design. "What's your name..."

He didn't look at the young girl in front of him, but gently stroked her hand.

"Fan Lingling." The girl was a little shy, her voice soft and melodious.

"How old are you?" he asked, appearing kind and approachable.

“I’m 15, Uncle.” Her eyes darted around before shyly landing on the general’s large hand.

“Sit here.” Minister Zuo patted his thigh. Fan Lingling hesitated for a moment, then the general pulled her close. “Still in school?”

“Second year of junior high.” Fan Lingling glanced at the general. The general squinted and pulled her onto his lap, savoring the scent of this young girl.

“Have you been here before?” He held her close, the fragrance of rice blossoms from the fields wafting towards them. Fan Lingling was a petite and delicate woman, with well-proportioned features. Her expressive eyes blinked, seemingly filled with boundless tenderness. Her nose was full and slightly upturned, making her even more endearing. Her lips were a bit thin and large, but the corners of her mouth turned up, and with two symmetrical dimples on her cheeks, she had a sweet appearance. The general held her affectionately. From his past experience, he knew that this woman in front of him was still a virgin. Besides, Qing Tong City wouldn’t fool him by sending a shoddy woman.

“No.” Fan Lingling said, smoothing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"So, do you like Uncle?" He looked at her watery eyes, her full nose, and knew her breasts were definitely not small. This was evident from the moment Fan Lingling entered the room. Although she appeared youthful and beautiful, her chest already exuded a mature aura; her light-colored school uniform could no longer conceal her increasingly firm and prominent breasts. Her lips were thin and large, and down there… Minister Zuo fell into deep thought. Shan Shan's lips were full and sexy. Sure enough, that area was exceptionally full and had an excellent feel. Every time he touched it, he couldn't get enough of it, often making Shan Shan overflow with lustful fluids and moan softly. This little girl… A smile appeared on the general's lips. He would verify it later. Were they thin and tender like a fleshy tongue, glistening with moisture on a sunny day, or misty mountains in the rain?

"I like her." Fan Lingling saw the general's kind expression and smiled sweetly, which made the general's heart flutter.

Minister Zuo's tenderness suddenly welled up. "Lingling, let Uncle take a look." He cupped her face and examined it for a while, then said softly, "Little one, you're so endearing."

"Then you can pamper me," Fan Lingling suddenly said sweetly, instantly putting the general at ease. He pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers. "Uncle will pamper you, little one." He ran his hands through Fan Lingling's hair and kissed her small nose.

"Uncle," Fan Lingling seemed flustered, snuggling closer to the general. Minister Zuo then moved his tongue over, prying open Fan Lingling's lips.

"Little one, is this your first time?" He skillfully probed inside, his eyes fixed on the girl's expression.

"Mmm... Uncle," she passively allowed the general to explore her, the scent of youth wafting over her.

Truly a virgin, a ripe fruit, the general straddled Fan Lingling's buttocks between his already erect legs, pressing his hard member against her cleft.

"Uncle." Startled, she shifted to the side, but the general stopped her. "Don't move, Uncle will make you feel very comfortable later." He picked her up and sat her down. His hand caressed Fan Lingling's collar, and Fan Lingling let out a soft cry before the general silenced her with a kiss.

Her small breasts were firm and perky, not large, but already showing a full shape. The general held them in his hands and gently kneaded them. "Take off your pants later, let Uncle see."

Fan Lingling hesitated, her face turning as red as a cloth. "Uncle, people say the first time hurts a lot."

"Silly child, no pain, no gain. Besides, Uncle will make you fly to heaven in a moment." His tenderness was fleeting. Faced with such a gem, he didn't know if she would understand his double meaning. Imagining the little one on top of him, her tender little buds blooming, how long could he hold back? "Come on, touch Uncle's." He sat down and took off his pants. Fan Lingling watched the man's menacing head emerge, curious but hesitant to make a move.

The general seized the opportunity, pulling down Fan Lingling's pants and touching her vulva. "Let uncle see," he said, parting her legs to reveal a plump slit between her thighs. Her mons pubis was exceptionally full, sparsely covered with fine pubic hair. The tightly closed slit hadn't even revealed a labia majora yet, clearly untouched. A patch of bright red peeked through the white slit, even her anus was a delicate pink. The general lovingly parted her legs, revealing a long, thin labia majora standing erect between them, truly living up to the saying "big mouth, big vulva." He touched it with delight, prying open the clitoris.

"Ah… Uncle, don't touch there!" Fan Lingling gasped. The general had initially feared some trouble, but now it seemed unnecessary. Yet, somehow, she felt a strange sense of closeness.

"Let Uncle take care of you." He parted her legs, looking at the pink slit that had split open, and pulled Fan Lingling down beneath him. Fan Lingling looked at the enormous penis, wanting to push it away but not daring to. Minister Zuo stood by the bed, grabbing the girl's legs and pulling her towards the edge. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt for long." His penis touched her vulva, but he leaned down, sucking on the girl's tongue and licking it, while his other hand gently rubbed her clitoris.

"Uncle, Uncle..." Fan Lingling kept burrowing into his arms, her little tongue constantly being pulled out, making soft moaning sounds.

Water dripped from the general's hand, sticky and wet. He knew it was time. He gently pushed into the girl's opening, feeling a warm, tight embrace on his glans. Ah… this was a virgin! Minister Zuo excitedly pressed forward, but then heard Fan Lingling's soft, delicate cry, "Uncle, no, no!"

She pushed against the general's abdomen with her small hands.

"No what?" He felt the thin membrane gradually stretching back, but the friction slowly pulled the foreskin and frenulum back. It wasn't the warm, loose feeling of a married woman; even Shan Shan, who hadn't had many partners, hadn't experienced this.

"Uncle," Fan Lingling seemed breathless, tears streaming down her face, "It hurts."

The general didn't care. Once a woman passed this hurdle, the bitterness would turn to sweetness. He lifted the girl's thighs, enjoying the increasingly tight, warm embrace of the soft flesh. Just as Fan Lingling let out a tearing cry of pain, he felt a smooth breakthrough. He felt a surge of triumphant pleasure, as if he had conquered an impregnable fortress.

"Lingling," he murmured, nestled beneath him, pausing for a moment, drenched in sweat, before letting out a relieved breath. "Uncle has deflowered you," he said, looking at the little woman curled up in his arms like a kitten, giving her a tender kiss. "Remember, your first man was Uncle."

"Uncle..." Tears blurred her vision as the general's large mouth silenced her. Taking advantage of the moment his tongue entwined with hers, the general's swift and fierce attack was as powerful as ever. This was on that stormy night in Beijing, in the villa's bathroom, where he had given his daughter, Shanshan, the same blow. Her body trembled, emitting alluring moans, followed by a series of whimpers and even more captivating rhythmic sounds.

The general no longer showed any mercy to the woman. It was as if the bugle call for the charge sounded from the side. The mountains and cliffs on both sides attacked him head-on. The sound of water splashing and crashing to the ground was like howling and crying. The cries of the women pierced his heart, just like the gentle and joyful writhing of the woman who had been wrapped around him that night. It reminded people of Li Bai's quatrain: "

The cries of monkeys on both banks cannot be stopped.

I lightly pull them over ten thousand mountains."

(2)

The car bumped along the rugged road. The general's eyes were always on the outside of the window. This familiar land no longer showed any trace of the war in the past. Instead, it was covered with green vegetation. In the distance, a bridge with an arched shape seemed to be telling the story of the battle against heaven and earth in that fiery era.

He remembered that it should be a low and dirty little house. The woman was very thin. After watching him eat and drink his fill, she shyly cleaned up the messy dishes.

"Big sister." He grabbed her hand. The woman shrank back in fright, but he hugged her.

"Brother, no..." Half-heartedly, he was carried to the bed, his clothes undressed with a groan. He never expected that this one time would result in a child, perhaps due to his extraordinary energy. Alas, he never imagined that this ill-fated encounter would lead to another round of pleasure.

Fan Lingling, this beautiful young girl, was held in his arms after he had violated her. He caressed her radiant body with satisfaction.

"Lingling..." He cherished her innocence and beauty, as if she made him more energetic and impulsive. "What do your parents do?"

"My father passed away a long time ago, only my mother remains." Fan Lingling's frail appearance stirred a pang of pity in the general's long-dormant emotions. For some reason, this feeling had grown stronger recently, making him increasingly gentle with women.

"Do you have any siblings?" A woman's thighs folded together always evoked fantasies. Fan Lingling's position, with her vulva partially concealed, only a thin slit visible, made the general reach out.

“Uncle…” Fan Lingling clearly knew his intentions, her eyes conveying a hint of restraint.

“Don’t you like it anymore?” The general, being the general he was, would seize any slight resistance with overwhelming force. He pulled her close, letting her head rest on his lap, his legs tracing a path down from her lower abdomen—flat and broad, like a rare patch of grassland during the Long March.

Fan Lingling, with a touch of coquettishness, hugged his lap, letting out a soft hum and rolling her eyes at him. This look reminded the general of Shanshan. On that dark, stormy night, utterly exhausted, he was shaken awake by his daughter, and that was the first look she gave him before another round of tenderness began.

“Little thing.” He stroked her lips, feeling an insatiable affection. He had to make her happy, at least give her some money. He made a silent vow. “At home…”

“I have a younger brother.” Knowing her uncle was lusting after her body, the girl gently parted her legs, then pouted her lips at the general. “Mmm.”

The general, his heart pounding, pressed deeper, feeling the overflowing flow of fluid. “What’s your mother’s name?” he asked unconsciously, then suddenly found it amusing. Was it worth asking so much about his relationship with this girl? Yet, deep down, he seemed to anticipate her answer. If he met the girl’s mother, what should he call her? Sister, niece, or mother-in-law? Thinking of this, he gave a self-deprecating smile.

“Xiao Mei,” Fan Lingling said without a care in the world. The general had already pulled her onto his lap, wanting to hold her tightly, feeling the youthful vitality of her breasts.

“What?” The name hadn’t initially caught his attention, but it swirled in his mind, suddenly reminding him of someone.

“You’re bad!” Fan Lingling was unhappy with the general’s forceful approach, her breasts being squeezed out of shape.

“You said your mother’s name is Xiao Mei?” His hands remained in that position, as if everything had frozen. Seeing Fan Lingling nod, he asked, "Where is your home?"

"Xiaojiayu." The general was moved. That place, almost invisible on the map, was now littered with rows of corpses across the hillsides and valleys. When the general got up, the entire hillside was utterly silent. Gazing at the desolate scene across the mountains, he shed tears for the first time, feeling as if his whole body was being torn apart. He swayed and fell back down. When he opened his eyes again, a pretty young woman from a mountain village stood before him. His lips moved, and he licked his cracked, dry lips.

The general's vision blurred with tears. How could this be his daughter? He remembered it was a rainy day. Xiao Mei had come timidly, giving a brief introduction, then observing his attitude. He remained silent, lost in thought, searching his memory. A war had culminated in a passionate lovemaking. When he pinned her down, she had merely turned her head away in grievance, and he had taken her like a lion descending a mountain. This was his daughter's daughter?

The car climbed over a mountain ridge, and the general's thoughts searched the landscape. There was no trace of his original memory here. The jumbled rocks and barren hills were now covered by pine trees. Only the ancient city ruins stretching across the distant mountain ridge could still vividly remind him of the fierce battle. Rows of enemies charged forward, but out of ammunition, his comrades brandished spears and broadswords, bravely meeting them head-on with overwhelming force, pushing the enemy back once more. The air was thick with the stench of blood.

The smell of blood... He subconsciously licked his lips. "Lingling." Looking at the ring of bright red around his shrunken glans, he leaned happily against the headboard.

"Uncle." White semen dripped from her vulva, its bright red color pressing the curly pubic hair tightly against her swollen mons pubis.

"Look at you," he lifted her chin, making her look at him, "You were screaming like that, like Uncle was eating you."

"It hurts, it hurts." Fan Lingling squirmed, "You're so big..." Her little mouth pouted.

"Hehe, doesn't it hurt anymore?" Her two small breasts were perky, with light areolas and bright red nipples. "They're so big, they can't withstand your swallowing." He teased, "Open up, don't you want to swallow your uncle too?"

"You're bullying me, I gave you my virginity, and you still..." The little girl looked aggrieved, as if she had lost something.

"Not happy?"

Suddenly Fan Lingling laughed, "Uncle, people say a woman's first time..." She stammered, looking at the general without speaking.

"Is your first time with your man?" He knew that people from the countryside had this kind of concept very strong, "But your uncle could be your grandfather."

"Hmph! You're the grandfather, and you still want me."

"Little slut..." He took back the words as soon as they left his mouth. Facing such a pure and innocent girl, he didn't want to say those dirty words, "Alright, Grandpa will be your man this once. My little darling." My little darling!

The general's lips twitched, and he smiled self-deprecatingly. He never expected that this Fan Lingling was the daughter of his illegitimate daughter, Xiao Mei, yet he had become her man on that bed. Could this be fate? The war led him to rape her grandmother, but power led him to rape his grandson. When he learned that she was Xiao Mei's daughter, surprise, self-blame, and remorse filled his mind. He stood there dumbfounded in front of the girl for a while until she held his hand and kissed him.

He suddenly realized his role. "Lingling..." He wanted to say sorry, but Fan Lingling took his hand and placed it on her breast. "Uncle..."

The general regained his energy. Shanshan writhed under him, and what about Fan Lingling? Looking at her naked body, he hugged her little buttocks. "Lingling, be my little wife." He didn't know why he said this. It was just a thought deep in his heart. Maybe it was because of Shanshan. It was as if Shanshan had become Lingling's mother. That night, he hugged her and took her twice more.

At dawn, he asked the municipal government to check the situation in Xiaojiayu and then traveled alone in simple clothes.

(3)

Xiao Mei's house was under the tallest poplar tree behind the village. Two large magpie nests sat on its branches. The general vaguely remembered the way, but wasn't sure, as his memory and the village had changed. He asked several villagers before being led there. From afar, he could hear magpies chattering. Seeing someone behind a low stone wall, the person greeted him and left.

The door was woven from tree branches. The general stepped aside and opened it a crack. "Is this Xiao Mei's house?"

His voice was soft, but still deep and powerful. He felt a touch of nostalgia, like the poem: "Last year on this day, at the thatched gate, her face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness. But where has her face gone? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

" "Who is it?" The voice was clear and melodious. The general felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze, his body becoming much lighter.

The woman tending the vegetable garden in the yard straightened up upon hearing the voice and brushed her flowing hair.

The general walked in with deep emotion. He didn't know if he would see the woman he was there. In fact, he didn't even know her name. If it weren't for Xiao Mei's recognition of their relationship, he might never have thought of her again.

"You are..." As if vaguely remembering, the general hesitated and didn't continue.

"I, Xiao Mei, you are... Dad?" Xiao Mei was overjoyed and didn't know what to do. In her mind, the general would never visit such a family, partly because of his youthful impetuosity, and partly because of his current status.

This was also why the general traveled simply, without a car or entourage. "Why are you here?" She looked a little shy, her hands covered in mud, and she stood there with her arms crossed, staring blankly.

"Silly child, why can't I come?" the general said gently and affectionately, easing Xiao Mei's restraint. Although she had only met this father once, he had left a deep impression on her from her mother's nagging and her countless dreams. Naturally, the blood ties between father and daughter also brought them closer.

"Dad, come in and sit down." Xiao Mei appeared lively and energetic.

The room was damp and dark, the walls simply plastered with lime, and the roof, made of bundles of sorghum stalks, was dark and worn from age. Fortunately, the floor was paved with bricks and neatly arranged, so it didn't look cluttered. In the main room, an old-fashioned eight-immortal table sat prominently, on which sat a large framed photograph of a girl with large eyes, a high nose, and pigtails.

"This is…" the general asked with interest. To be honest, in such a mountain village, in such an environment, seeing such a girl was already quite astonishing. "Under the hibiscus tree, she seems like a celestial being," the general thought wistfully. It was as if he had seen a cluster of bright red wild chrysanthemums in the wilderness, serene and elegant.

"Have I become very ugly?" Xiao Mei's eyes sparkled with a charming light.

"It's you?" The general finally took a closer look at the daughter he had only briefly met once. Large eyes, a high nose, and well-defined lips; two dimples were clearly set in her rosy face. She was indeed beautiful, though she looked more mature and melancholic than in the photograph, but also more feminine. "You have changed a bit," the general remarked.

"This is a photo of me when I was sixteen," Xiao Mei said with a slight smile. "Dad, please have some tea." She offered it to him with both hands, placing it on the octagonal table.

"Where is your mother?" The general finally revealed his purpose. Ever since Xiao Mei vaguely mentioned her identity during her visit, the general had felt an urge to meet her, but his current status and position had temporarily suppressed that thought. His second encounter at the hotel—if that could be considered an encounter—had solidified his resolve to meet her.

"Mom..." Xiao Mei's face suddenly darkened, and she lowered her head. "Mom passed away last year." A tear glistened on her cheek. Even the general's hardened heart softened at that sight.

“Before Mom passed away, her only wish was to see you one last time, but she couldn’t even fulfill that wish.” Xiao Mei’s voice choked with emotion as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “She just held my hand and said, ‘Child, your life is so hard, I’m so sorry.’”

The general felt his eyes welling up. He forced back his tears, coughed, and felt a deep sorrow for this woman’s fate.

“Dad…” Xiao Mei lifted the curtain, “Come in for a moment.” She pulled a small package from a tattered cotton quilt under the mat and handed it to him. “Mom asked me to give this to you.”

The general’s hands trembled as he opened the thick cotton cloth wrapped in several layers. A stack of hand-quilted insoles lay neatly arranged. He looked up at his daughter, Xiao Mei, with a puzzled expression.

“Mom said she quilted these for you, one pair every year, hoping that when she saw you again, she could give them to you herself.” Xiao Mei choked up. She didn’t know how to express her mother’s deep affection to her father. Children in the countryside were never good at expressing their feelings.

"Ah...it's really hard on her." Although they had only met once, and the general had never thought of that night of passion again during his many years of military service, he was still moved by her deep affection for him. Holding the woman to whom he had poured his life's emotions and longing, the general's hand trembled slightly.

"Where is your man?" He knew that there must be a man who would hold up this family, and thinking of Fan Lingling, with whom he had spent that night, he felt a pang of guilt in front of his daughter.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mei's face suddenly turned pale for some reason. She stammered a few times, but couldn't speak, then suddenly turned her head away and began to sob. Even the usually calm and composed general felt a little flustered.

Looking at his daughter, he unconsciously took a step forward.

"Dad..." Xiao Mei gently nestled on his shoulder, covered her face, and cried. The general suddenly had a premonition that this son-in-law he had never met was no longer there. His fierce eyes could no longer hold back, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

The room was so quiet that only the daughter's faint sobs and the rapid pounding of two hearts could be heard. Time seemed to stand still in that era, that cataclysmic time that turned many into ghosts and many ghosts into humans. After a long while, Xiao Mei finally stopped crying, offering her father a bittersweet, embarrassed smile. The general quickly wiped away her tears with his large hand.

"Mother says I've suffered, but she's the one who's suffered the most," Xiao Mei nestled in her father's arms, experiencing her first taste of paternal love. In this world, to be precise, she knew nothing of paternal love, nothing of the complexities of romantic relationships; all she knew was submissive acceptance and humiliation. She tearfully recounted the untold stories of her family to her father.

"After you left, Mother soon became pregnant. In the countryside, being heavily pregnant before marriage is looked down upon. She had no choice but to marry a man more than ten years her senior, a man with a slight limp, and then I was born." Xiao Mei's expression held boundless longing for her mother; in this world, only her mother had given her warmth and care.

“Dad knows your mother suffered.” The general hugged his daughter tightly, a wisp of emotion drifting back to that turbulent era.

“But Mother didn’t resent you. She just often talked about you, hoping the war would end soon so she could see you again.” Xiao Mei glanced back at the general, seemingly conveying her mother’s deep affection to her father. “When I was fourteen, it was the Dragon Boat Festival,” Xiao Mei’s face grew solemn, as if she didn’t want to recall that time.

“After Mother finished harvesting the wheat, she and I wrapped zongzi together. Before they were even cooked, Mother was so tired that she lay down to sleep. I served Father a meal and was about to wash his feet and go to bed when Father carried me to bed.” Xiao Mei lowered her head, sobbing softly.

The general seemed to realize something, but couldn’t believe it was true.

“Dad…” Xiao Mei secretly wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with hatred, “That night, Father violated me.”

“What a beast!” the general blurted out. He couldn’t believe that such a monster could exist in the honest and simple countryside. He unconsciously tightened his arms around his daughter, who was leaning against his shoulder. "Your mother doesn't know?"

“Mother found out later, but she couldn’t change Father’s mind,” Xiao Mei sighed deeply. “From then on, he… Dad… I miss you, I want to see you,” she sobbed, burying her face in the general’s shoulder.

“You know, whenever Mother mentions you, I feel a sweet warmth in my heart. I think how wonderful it would be if I could see Father one day.” She suddenly smiled longingly and happily, wrapping her arms around the general’s arm.

“So you found another man after that?” The general stroked Xiao Mei’s thin shoulders, asking with infinite pity.

Seeing Xiao Mei shake her head, her beautiful hair tickling his face, he unconsciously grabbed it and gently combed it.

“From then on, he made Mother and me serve him together.”

“What did you say?” The general roared, shoving his daughter away, his eyes wide with rage, his chest heaving with anger, wishing he could strangle that beast. “That beast! Where is he?” With the general’s status and position, he could easily kill him.

Xiao Mei said softly, "He's long gone, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to come to Beijing to find you." "My dear, you've suffered so much, Dad is so sorry." He lovingly hugged his daughter tightly. Father and daughter were momentarily immersed in a harmonious family moment. Xiao Mei nuzzled her face against her father, whispering affectionately in his ear, melting the long-lost fatherly love in the general. After a long while, the general asked softly, "You didn't find another man, so Lingling is…"

On her sharply defined face, her father's large hand gently wiped away her tears of grievance, and Xiao Mei felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. She grasped her father's hand, letting their familial love flow between them.

"I gave birth to Lingling when I was seventeen," Xiao Mei said, as if recounting something extremely ordinary.

"You mean, Lingling is that beast's child?" This unexpected revelation surprised the general once again, and filled him with hatred once more.

“Dad, I know it was a sin, but I had no choice. Later, to protect me, Mom took the hits when he was abusing me.”

“Daughter,” the general cried for the first time in his life, “I didn’t take good care of you.”

Seeing her father cry, Xiao Mei’s tears flowed again. “Dad… don’t cry, it’s all over now.” She turned around, cupped her father’s face in her hands, and wiped away his tears. As a daughter, she was experiencing fatherly love and family affection for the first time, and naturally felt incredibly happy. Minister Zuo was also moved by his daughter’s sincerity. For the first time, he smiled foolishly like a child, feeling his daughter’s gentle touch. In this remote mountain village, the father and daughter gently caressed each other’s faces, whispering sweet nothings, expressing the deepest love and affection in the world.

“Then what about your mother for him…” He wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her tightly, just like he used to hug Shan Shan when she was a child. “

Mother gave birth to two children for him, and they are both married now.” Xiao Mei stroked the general’s protruding chin.

"And then you..." Tears welled in both of their eyes, their paternal love overflowing.

"Mother begged and pleaded with him to stay away... Dad..." Xiao Mei wrapped her arms around her father's neck, like an innocent little girl, snuggling in his embrace, "She wouldn't let him put that dirty thing inside me."

"What a silly child." For some reason, a surge of jealousy suddenly rose in his heart, followed by a natural reaction in his groin. Was it jealousy? Or physical need? Seeing Xiao Mei's face bloom like a flower, the general suddenly became reserved. But just then, Xiao Mei nuzzled her face against his, her chin touching his, her full, luscious lips slightly parted as if waiting for rain. "Dad... your daughter misses you so much."

The general's consciousness blurred, as if he were holding his daughter Shanshan in his arms. In Shanshan's embrace, he could roam freely, his mind wandering. "Good daughter." Looking at those alluring, full lips, his large hands unconsciously tightened their embrace, causing Xiao Mei to let out a soft moan. Just that one sound bewitched the general. That intense desire to be close rushed to his brain. His thick, hot lips no longer wanted to be idle, but eagerly sought to kiss the person in his arms.

Xiao Mei did not seem to resist or be unfamiliar. As if she had longed for it for a long time, she accepted it, like a baby swallow chirping and opening her sexy lips.

At first, the general touched her lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, then withdrew in fear. In his hazy state, he saw Xiao Mei's expectant eyes, and that feeling of love surged out like a flood. He invaded Xiao Mei's mouth like a tiger descending a mountain, then his tongue hooked out hers. Xiao Mei, as if in a dream, slumped into the general's arms, her eyes closed with tender affection, his breath sweet and cloying.

Perhaps she had never tasted the flavor of fatherly love in her life, or perhaps she had longed for it for too long, but Xiao Mei's actions seemed perfectly natural to the general, as if this reunion between father and daughter was meant to be.

He cradled Xiao Mei's head, his large hands stroking her hair, kissing her in various positions. The general had never felt such a fusion of body and soul. Their lips moved from horizontal to cross, then nose to nose, murmuring and whispering, expressing years of longing and love.

"Dad..." Xiao Mei cried happily, tears mingling with saliva, nestled in the arms of her father whom she had longed for day and night. "

Mei'er..." The general realized something from Xiao Mei's murmur, looking at his daughter whom he was recognizing for the first time in his arms, a pang of guilt rising within him. Could he take advantage of her vulnerability? His daughter had suffered too much. If he were to follow in that beast's footsteps, Xiao Mei would have no one to rely on or trust for the rest of her life. Would she still have such beautiful hopes and attachments towards him? He gently pushed away the person in his arms, and his gaze fell upon his daughter's snow-white breasts. Because her arms were wrapped around him, her two jade mounds were pressed together, forming a deep cleavage, which was irresistible to the eye. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, but reason prevailed. "Get up."

Xiao Mei's eyes still showed that infinite attachment. She tidied her disheveled hair and straightened up shyly. Father and daughter were silent for a moment. The general sorted out his thoughts. He didn't want to go too far into this quagmire. After all, he still felt a deep sense of guilt towards his daughter. She had already tasted so much bitterness and sweetness in her life. He didn't want to shatter the only hope in her heart.

"Come out for a walk with Daddy." He said decisively.

Chapter Sixteen.

Lu Zirong had been on a constant whirlwind these past few days. It wasn't the funeral for his father, but rather the constant juggling of three women: his sister's willfulness, his mother's repressed passion, and Shanshan's passionate romance, all of which gave him a strange sense of excitement.

Since his encounter with Lu Ziyue that day, he had lost interest in her. To be honest, Lu Ziyue wasn't his type. He hadn't been interested in her for years; their sibling relationship was lukewarm. Besides, she had an affair with his father and had a child out of wedlock, which he found repulsive. He had slept with her for two reasons: first, to dispel her ambitions to claim the family fortune; and second, because he had seen the small print on her private parts. He hadn't expected his sister to maintain such a secret, ambiguous relationship with his father all these years after their marriage.

After several days of commotion, Bronze Manor was still shrouded in smoke, filled with the smells of cigarette paper and incense. Worried about the business deal he'd made a few days ago, Lu Zirong went alone to the quaint old-fashioned pavilion in the backyard.

"Hey, Black Bull? This is Big Brother." He dialed Liu Xiao's number in Agong Town and whispered, "How's that shipment going?"

"Big Brother, no problem, I've already arranged for my men to set off," Black Bull said confidently.

"Black Bull, don't be careless and lose everything. I'm fine receiving the goods, just don't cause any trouble on your end."

He repeatedly warned him. The last shipment almost went wrong; if he hadn't handled it in time, Lu Zirong might not be in his position now.

"This time I've added a few more accomplices, and they're all people close to me, so you can rest assured."

"Okay, remember not to call casually." Lu Zirong was about to hang up when he heard Black Bull grunt. "Anything else?"

"Is the old man's matter settled?" he asked apologetically. "I can't be there for his passing."

"I appreciate your concern. As long as the business is going well, I'll be satisfied." He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is that Wang Mei still around?"

"Yes, brother," Black Bull teased, hearing Lu Zirong mention the woman. "Are you still thinking about her?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Just remember to protect her. I need her." He hung up.

The mention of Wang Mei reminded him of his mother, Li Rouqian. He hadn't explained things to his mother since his encounter with his sister that day. He felt guilty thinking about how she hung up the phone so sadly that day. After all, she was his mother, not some mistress or prostitute. *Sigh*, Rourou, I've neglected you these past few days. I wonder how you've been keeping watch all this time.

Thinking of this, Lu Zirong felt a sudden erection. Zuo Shanshan had been inseparable from him these past few days, so he certainly didn't dare go to his mother or sister.

“Brother…” He turned around when he suddenly heard his sister Lu Ziyan’s voice.

“Why are you here?”

Lu Ziyan pouted. “What’s wrong? You think I can’t come here now that she’s here?” She chased after him and hugged his arm. Lu Zirong nudged her. “Crazy girl, someone might see us.”

“So what if they see us? I’m your sister.” She tilted her head and looked at him. “And your… hehe,” she chuckled. “And your wife.”

“I’ll tear your mouth off.” Lu Zirong made a gesture. He knew that no one usually came to this backyard.

“Tear it off, tear it off…” Lu Ziyan shook his arm. “Brother, if you’re going to tear something off, tear off her mouth.” She grabbed Lu Zirong’s hand and pressed it between her legs.

"Yanzi, are you crazy? In broad daylight!"

"So what if it's broad daylight? I want to too. You have someone else, why are you bothering me?"

"You silly Yanzi, always so jealous. Why don't I care about you?"

"Hmph, always together like this, it makes me sour."

Lu Zirong lovingly stroked his sister's crotch, knowing this little girl could go terribly outrageous.

"Brother, did you sleep with her?" She looked at him with a dazed expression.

Lu Zirong was amused by her appearance. "You little devil, how can a couple not sleep together?" Zuo Shanshan wasn't the promiscuous type; she seemed quite reserved in bed.

"Hmph, no wonder Mother said that men forget their mothers after marrying a wife; men are all fickle." Lu Ziyan seemed to have seen through all men.

"Silly girl, I'm all about the new, not the old. Besides, you're not old at all. Didn't I just deflower you? You're newer than your sister-in-law."

"Then why did you sleep with Mother and then with Shanshan?"

Lu Zirong was stumped by his sister's question and didn't know how to answer. He thought for a moment, "Men all like to have multiple wives and concubines, to have one on each side. As for Mother, you know, she's wanted to sleep with me for a long time. It was a natural progression between us. As for Shanshan, she's my wife, and I'm just being a good host to her."

"Then—what about with other people?" Lu Ziyan asked, dissatisfied that her brother hadn't mentioned her.

"It's different with you. With you, it's mutual affection and love."

"That's more like it. Brother, let me tell you something..." She chuckled, scratched her head, and thought for a moment before saying, "Empty during the day, empty at night."

"Always ready to grant your wish," Lu Zirong replied.

"You know that too?" Lu Ziyan covered her mouth and laughed when she heard her brother's famous line.

"How could I not know?" He pinched his sister's crotch hard. "You're got a ball in your cunt." The pinch made Lu Ziyan pull her body back, and she lightly slapped her brother.

"Let me tell you something, nothing's wrong during the day, nothing's wrong at night." Lu Ziyan giggled. "What's the horizontal inscription?" "

The horizontal inscription is: unbearable pain."

"Oh dear, brother, you have a sister and mother."

"Mother and sister can't always give in to your every whim." "But I am... brother, you're so bad, making mother give in to you, give in to this bad brother of yours." As she said this, her face suddenly changed. "I am always given in to your whims, but you don't even reciprocate." "Silly

girl, how else do you want me to be good to you? To hold you all day?" He flicked her nose.

"Then at least you have to kiss me." She pouted and made a gesture. "Brother..."

Lu Zirong looked at her coquettish appearance, his heart itching. "Really want it? Why don't you be like mother?" He lowered his head and kissed her. He wanted to say that his mother knew how to restrain herself and was the kind of person who was secretly passionate.

“Brother, one more time.” Lu Ziyan gazed at him affectionately. Lu Zirong lowered his head again, but his sister clung to his neck, her tongue darting into his mouth. “Mmm…mmm…” The two engaged in a passionate kiss.

“Okay.” Afraid someone might come, Lu Zirong pulled away, looking at his sister’s flushed face, his heart also fluttering.

“Go to Mother’s room tonight.” She tidied her hair and winked at her brother.

“You know how to care for Mother now?” Lu Zirong didn’t expect his sister to be so considerate, so he chuckled and pinched her nose. “Can’t I go to your place?”

“It’s not safe there,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Besides, I haven’t seen enough of you two yet…”

“What’s wrong with you two?” Lu Zirong didn’t know what his sister was trying to say.

“You two are having sex.”

“Oh, you little slut, you like watching your brother and Mother have sex.” Watching his sister run off laughing, he chased after her, ready to hit her. Lu Ziyan giggled all the way, turning back to look at Lu Zirong.

“Brother—brother…I won’t run anymore, I won’t run anymore.” She clutched her stomach and bent over.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zirong asked, his heart aching, as he quickly held her in his arms.

"I caught a stitch, let me rub it." Lu Ziyan frowned.

He held his sister on his lap and gently rubbed her stomach through her clothes. Lu Ziyan looked at his handsome features with a tender expression. "Brother, I want to show you something."

"What mischievous idea are you up to now?" Lu Zirong stopped and took the note his sister took out of her pocket. "Is it a love letter? You silly Yanzi."

"Take a look. Hehe."

The rain tapped intermittently on the pavilion, thinking of her son sleeping alone in the west wing, learning to be a gigolo by the door, lightly blaming the cruelty of worldly feelings. She got up intending to find her lover, to share a pillow with him, when will they meet again?

Boundless spring feelings are hard to meet, motherly love is as thin as a thread across the vast world, in her dreams there was a magpie bridge meeting, to cross the river of love with her son at Wushan, the rain leaked and shattered the spring dream, unable to hold onto the joy of mother and son.

"Did Mother write this?" He asked his sister knowingly. Her mother's talent and wit were increasingly admired, perhaps because of love; love breeds poets, indeed.

"I'm not your mother," Lu Ziyan replied, knowing her brother was asking on purpose.

Lu Zirong, holding his mother's love poems, savored the words. Hearing his sister's conversation, he suddenly wanted to tease her, "Daqing is dead, you can't do it even if you want to."

"You? Bad brother!" She stood up to hit him, but Lu Zirong grabbed her arm. "I've given you my heart, and you still say such things." Seeing this, Lu Zirong became excited and hugged her tightly. "Brother wants not only your heart, but also your body, Yanzi, my little wife." He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Brother—rub me." Lu Ziyan took her brother's hand and placed it between her legs. The flirting between the siblings had already made her lose control.

“You slut, you’re already this wanton.” He touched Lu Ziyan’s wet panties.

“You…” Lu Ziyan retorted, “Why are you pressing against my ass?” She reached out and grabbed her brother’s penis, which was already erect.

“You little slut, you’re just teasing me.” Lu Zirong no longer cared about whether anyone was around, and pulled down his sister’s panties, touching her soft, wet vulva.

Lu Ziyan couldn’t resist being touched, and she squeezed her thighs together, wrapping her arms around her brother’s hand, “Brother…it feels so good, take me.” Lu Zirong didn’t speak, and in the afternoon sunlight, he lifted his sister’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and spread her legs to admire her bright red vulva. Her vulva was tight and compact, extending in an arc from under her pubic hair to her buttocks, forming a high, bulging slit between her thighs. The untouched labia were still hidden inside the long labia, like a delicate leaf bud.

"Brother... harder." She pleaded sweetly, her small hands incessantly stroking Lu Zirong's enormous penis. "Mother, Mother wants to learn to be a prostitute."

"Let that old slut sell herself, she's idle anyway." He thrust in harder, feeling his sister's tightness.

"Ah... Brother, why is your penis so hard?" She smiled seductively, her eyes alluring and arousing.

"Don't you like it hard? Yanzi, you and Mother can sell yourselves together." He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

Lu Ziyan's legs swayed from side to side.

"I can't take it... um..."

"Hehe, little slut, a slut as wanton as Mother, come to Mother's room tonight and sell yourselves to me together."

He stood up, helped his sister up, and was about to penetrate her when suddenly a series of light footsteps and voices came from behind. He hurriedly straightened his clothes and looked at the courtyard gate. Ridiculous! Doing this with his sister here! If someone saw them, wouldn't it ruin everything?

"Let's go." He said, watching his younger sister tidy her messy hair, and then turned and left.

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