[The Girl's Dedication]

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The Dedication of the Young Woman"
Liu Ting – 24 years old, undergraduate graduate in Economics and Management, employee of a foreign trade company in the Special Economic Zone;
Li Jianjun – 48 years old, Liu Ting's husband, general manager of a fine agricultural products company in the Special Economic Zone; Liu Xiaowei – 46 years old, Li Jianjun's ex-wife, general manager of an agricultural product processing plant in a northern
county; Li Wenyu – 40 years old, Li Jianjun's sister; Liu Xiaohong – 52 years old, Liu Xiaowei's sister
; Liu Xiaobing – 42 years old, Liu Xiaowei's sister; Li Mo – 17 years old, Li Jianjun's son, a middle school student,
a citizen who acted bravely and sacrificed his life; Grandfather – 95 years old, Li Jianjun's father; Grandmother – 67 years old, Li Jianjun's mother; Maternal grandfather – 75 years old,
Liu Xiaohong's father; Xiao Fan – 25 years old, postgraduate student in Clinical Medicine at the Special Economic Zone Medical College, Liu Ting's university classmate
. I looked at the family photo hanging on the wall. It was taken after my son's one-month celebration. In the front row, in the middle, sat
my father-in-law, holding his precious grandson. Although he was 95 years old, he was still very energetic and
radiant, a smile of pure joy on his face. To his left was my mother-in-law, and I stood behind her
. Next to me stood my sister-in-law, and my husband stood behind my father-in-law, next to his ex-wife, my son's aunt.
All seven family members wore warm, happy smiles.
Nine months ago, one afternoon, my classmate Xiao Fan and I went to our favorite Hunan restaurant
, which we frequented at least once a week. Xiao Fan is from Hunan and especially loves spicy food. Since
we met, I've also developed a liking for Hunan cuisine under her influence.
We weren't in the same college at university; she was in medical school, and I was in economics. We
didn't know each other when we first entered university. We met in our second year when we shared a dorm room after participating in the university folk song festival. A
little over a month of living together made us inseparable friends. After returning to our university, we often visited each other, even though our colleges were a bit far
apart, we would always get together on weekends.
After graduation, she was admitted to the graduate program at the medical school in this special economic zone and is now a resident doctor at the affiliated hospital.
Our usual dishes here are steamed fish head with chopped chili and a vegetable stew. If there are many people, we'll order some other
dishes.
Today, we only ordered these two dishes and two bottles of draft beer, which was enough.
When the fish head was served, I felt it tasted a bit fishy. After just one bite, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. I didn't even
have time to get up to go to the bathroom before I vomited, but it was just a little bit of acid, nothing else. I wiped
my mouth, drank some tea, and continued eating. But the nausea persisted, and I still felt like vomiting.
Xiao Fan called the waiter over and brought me a glass of water. After slowly drinking it, I felt a little better.
"How long has it been since you last had your period?" Xiao Fan asked me.
"I haven't noticed, it's been a while late."
"When was the last time?"
I thought carefully for a moment: "Oh dear, two or three months ago, I think."
"Oh my god, my dear, you're pregnant! You must be about ten weeks along!" Xiao Fan
exclaimed dramatically, feeling my pulse with her fingers. "What method of contraception are you using?" "How long have you been feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit?"
"Have you been feeling drowsy lately?" "Haven't you realized it?"
My goodness, she bombarded me with questions like a machine gun; I didn't even know which one to answer.
While asking me these questions, Xiao Fan called the waiter to pay the bill. "Let's go now. First, we'll go to the pharmacy and buy some pregnancy
test strips, then some medication to relieve the symptoms. I'll take you home so you can rest well."
Back home, I took a urine test, and it was positive.
"What are you planning to do? It's been three months. Will your husband, who's an older man, be able to get a divorce? I've told you so many times,
it's okay to have a fling with married men, but you have to be careful with your pregnancy. Although abortions
are easy to do now, it's still surgery, and it can damage your uterus. A slight mistake could lead to lifelong infertility."
After confirming my pregnancy, I thought, "Who told you I was going to have an abortion? I finally have a child, I have to give birth to him!"
I had been waiting for this news for ten years.
"Your husband isn't divorced yet, is he? You absolutely can't become a surrogate. These days, many wealthy men keep mistresses
just to have children. Having a boy is like reaching the heavens, but having a girl is like falling into hell. You've been with
him for so many years, and I've never advised you against it before because I thought you weren't foolish; you must have your own
plans. So many handsome men have pursued you over the years, but you've never given anyone a chance, you've been
set on him. There must be a reason for that. You've been with him for three or four years now,
what are you planning to do in the future? He's delaying his divorce; you can't be a single mother."
Looking at Xiao Fan's earnest eyes, I knew I had to tell her the truth this time. "Xiao Fan, we're just
waiting for this news. Once I have a child, he'll divorce me immediately. I can't let my child grow up in
a single-parent family.
" My husband went back to his hometown for business, so I called him and gave him an ultimatum
: "You've caused someone's death! I don't want my child to grow up without a father. You must
immediately divorce your wife, then come back so we can get our marriage certificate and give our child a
legal family with both parents."
My husband excitedly replied, "Go home and rest. I'll draft the divorce agreement right away, and I
'll go and process the paperwork tomorrow. It'll take about ten days because changing the legal representative of the processing plant is a bit complicated. You should
rest well and not overwork yourself. It would be best to call Xiao Fan over; she's in the medical field and can protect you."
"Xiao Fan is here; she did my tests."
"Xiao Fan, please take care of Tingting for a few days. I'll be back in about two weeks at most. I'll invite you to my wedding banquet then
and thank you properly."
"Uncle Li, Liu Ting's condition is normal now. I will do my best to take care of her, so don't worry. Hurry up and
process the paperwork; don't let Liu Ting down."
"Liu Ting, I've never really understood your relationship. Now, can you tell me the truth?"
"You know I was hit by a car in my junior year of college. He saved my life by giving me a blood transfusion.
He gave me my life, he has his blood, you could say everything I have belongs to him. What
more could I ask for?" Here I revealed the true story of my husband and me, but I intentionally blurred some
concepts and facts, so most people still wouldn't understand our true relationship.
"A life-saving grace should be repaid, but you've pledged yourself to him, and without a proper commitment, whether it can be formalized later is a question
."
"Xiao Fan, I grew up under his care, and he's been with me all this time. Although he has
a family, is over twenty years older than me, his daughter is the same age as me, and he had a son from before, who is younger,
these are not obstacles to our relationship."
Xiao Fan scoffed, "Childhood sweethearts, 'You were born before I was born, I was born after you were old. I regret not being born at the same time, so
I could be with you every day.' An unforgettable May-December romance."
"His wife lost her sexual ability after surgery for uterine cancer ten years ago. But to maintain
the integrity of his family and provide a stable life for his wife and children, he hasn't sought sexual partners outside the marriage. To this day, he hasn't
abandoned his wife. How many men can do that? Having met someone like him
, am I not satisfied? Isn't he worth my sacrifice?" These were the most convincing reasons.
"Although I can see he's a very responsible man, how will he shoulder his responsibilities towards you?"
"To tell you the truth, from the moment I realized I needed to find a life partner and understood that I should
entrust my life to a man, I knew my life belonged to him. Only he could enter my
heart, and only he deserved to enter my body
." "In the past few years, we were indeed together to some extent to satisfy his sexual needs, but I love him, and
that means making him happy. As long as he's happy, I feel it's worth any sacrifice I have to make
. I've never thought about forcing him to divorce me because I don't think it's necessary. My greatest wish is simply to live by his side and
see him happy." These words are enough to show the extent of my love for my husband; it's definitely not a
game of toying with emotions.
"But he's delaying the divorce, so how can you fulfill your lifelong commitment? Are you planning to
be his mistress forever, never seeing the light of day?"
"His son died last year while trying to save a life, and ever since then I've desperately wanted to have a son for him
. We've discussed that if I get pregnant, he'll immediately go home and get a divorce. His wife is
fully aware of all this and completely agrees with our plan." This is my sufficient reason to obtain a legal marriage.
"So, having a child is the foundation for marriage? Also, if you marry, you'll become a
stepmother. Have you considered how you'll face your stepdaughter, who's the same age as you?"
"That's not a problem. His daughter is already an adult and will soon start her own family. We
won't have any conflicts. Since his wife hasn't made a big fuss about it, there are no other problems."
My husband's daughter will absolutely not have any conflict with me.
My husband completed all the formalities in just ten days. The house and all belongings in our hometown went
to his wife, and she also became the legal representative and general manager of the processing plant. Back in our hometown, my husband
was kicked out of the house with nothing. This was because his wife had already told all their relatives and friends that he had found
a mistress, and as punishment, he couldn't get any property. His wife, however, stayed in the family after the divorce and
received all their joint property, which our relatives and friends greatly admired.
After my husband returned, we got our marriage certificate. On May Day, we 　　held a simple wedding banquet at a hotel,
inviting several managers from my company, colleagues from my department, two of my classmates, and some of my husband's business partners. 　　 I bought myself a snow-white wedding dress, which I will keep forever after the wedding. On the wedding 　　day, because I was already four or five months pregnant, the dress was a bit tight, and I was particularly worried about 　　whether it would affect the baby. Fortunately, when I bought it, I considered that my body shape might change in a few years, so the waistband 　　was a bit loose and didn't cause any problems. 　　 After the wedding, my husband and I went to Sanya for our honeymoon. Although we had been living together for many years, 　　the newlywed spirit was still very strong between us. 　　 After I became pregnant, Xiao Fan transferred to the obstetrics and gynecology department as a resident. In late April, I went to the hospital to see Xiao Fan 　　for a prenatal checkup. Xiao Fan first took me to the ultrasound room to do it herself. Looking at the baby moving on the screen, I felt a surge of 　　excitement. That was my child, soaring freely inside my body. 　　 "Hey, you're so lucky, it's a son! Wait, let me take a picture of you." Xiao Fan pointed to the 　　image on the screen, telling me that it was my son's penis, then attached the camera and took many pictures. 　　 We then went to the DNA testing room to collect samples, and then went to Xiao Fan's dormitory to rest. 　　 "The results will be available before your wedding, why spend so much money on DNA testing? You 　　're not related by blood, the probability of genetic diseases is very, very low." 　　 "As long as the probability isn't zero, there's a possibility. I'm doing a test just to be safe, and I can 　　afford it anyway. I don't think you'd want me to give birth to a child with a cleft lip and nose." 　　 "Liu Ting, how did you fall for someone more than twenty years older than you? When you were hospitalized at school that year, 　　everyone there saw the love mark on your body, and the older man seemed extremely frantic at that moment. If you 　　hadn't survived, he might have torn that driver to pieces." 　　 "Lovers don't have the concept of age difference; their greatest wish is for the other person to be happy. 　　They're willing to give everything for their loved one's happiness. Now you should believe that love still exists in the world." Xiao Fan Ke

Having experienced some kind of trauma, they repeatedly deny the existence of love in the world, rejecting all expressions of affection from anyone,
always believing that those people have ulterior motives.
"He loves you so much, but he hasn't divorced his wife all these years, so he can't guarantee you a living. If
he hadn't lost his son, you might have always been a mistress, hiding in the shadows. What would you do when you're old?"
"These are all hypothetical thoughts. I've never considered them that way. As long as he can
live with me, I don't need to ask him to divorce. Marriage is a sexual relationship protected by external power, forcing
both parties to fulfill sexual obligations and procreate. Cohabitation between lovers is a sexual act of love
, a way to express affection and enjoy the love given by their partner."
"So, according to you, 'one-night stands' and 'keeping a mistress' are expressions of love and should be supported."
"Those 'one-night stands,' 'keeping a mistress,' and 'weekend couples' are all sexual partners living
together for some kind of mutual benefit. They lack the attraction of love and the protection of external power, so this relationship
is extremely fragile. Once the interests change, the cohabitation will inevitably break down."
"Then what is it about this man in his forties, old enough to be your father, that you love?
" "It was the love he gave my father!! A man at forty is no longer perplexed. This perplexity stems from his understanding of life, his
interpretation and understanding of the code of life. A forty-year-old man is more composed than a man in his twenties or thirties, and more
witty than a man in his fifties or sixties. A man at forty is most charming. Mature, profound, and rich in inner qualities, his expression carries
the composure and open-mindedness born from deep social experience and life's trials. A man at forty is a proud plum blossom."
"But a man in his forties is a combination of 'cunning and shrewdness,' an invincible, all-powerful, yet tender-hearted
killer. He might be your superior, mentor, elder, or father figure… They exhibit 'oldness,' meaning experience and
maturity. Because of their rich experience, they are understanding, charming, and can touch
the most tender part of your heart with just a few words. They know when to stop, when to strike while the iron is hot, and make you obediently surrender."
Another interpretation of the word '奸' (jian, meaning cunning or treacherous) is shrewdness and cunning. The modern "奸" will speak with deep affection about
how he and his wife struggled to build their business and supported each other through thick and thin to achieve their current success; he will ramble on about how
adorable his children are, how warm his family is, and how much he cherishes them… Thus, in your mind,
the shining image of a virtuous husband and loving father stands tall. You feel that spending even a moment more with such a good man is an extra
blessing, how could you possibly destroy his family? This is exactly what he wants. '巨' (ju, meaning great), a successful forty-
year-old man, will make you feel that he is truly great, great in every way. Twenty years of battlefield experience… He possesses
an unparalleled charisma. He laughs and jokes in luxurious settings, effortlessly maneuvering before you. These are
qualities lacking in those young men who only strum guitars outside their windows. His 'slippery' is demonstrated by his
ability to navigate effortlessly between his wife, you, and other lovers. Under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, you might believe you've found
the luckiest person in your life, unaware that everything—even your first encounter—was meticulously planned. Before you,
he remains composed, adhering to a "three no's policy" of neither initiating, refusing, nor taking responsibility. Then, with a Chow Yun-fat-esque
smile, he charmingly lures you into his trap. You are the prey captured by this older man.
"You're absolutely right. A man at forty is no longer perplexed. What's perplexing is his understanding of life,
his interpretation and understanding of the secrets of existence. He's experienced, understanding, and charming; a few words from him can touch the
softest part of your heart. He also knows when to stop and when to strike while the iron is hot. Once you fall
truly in love with him, you'll feel he gives you the love of a loving father, without indulging your desires. He'll teach you face-to-face
how to distinguish between love and lust, guiding you step-by-step to release your emotions, using physical intimacy—even nuanced
intimacy—to train you in the union of mind and body, allowing you to fully enjoy pure and primal physical stimulation
. Life doesn't need to be wealthy, yet he makes you feel content; leisure doesn't need singing and dancing, yet he brings you joy
; lovemaking doesn't require technique, yet he can take you to heaven. To have such a husband in the evening is enough to die happy in the morning.
" "Ah, young men in their twenties and thirties, quickly pray to heaven that you'll quickly cross the threshold of forty! The girls
have already been swept away by their fathers. Uncles and grandpas, have mercy! Leave the young men some hope
, even just scraps."
Because my due date was around the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother came early in late August to prepare
all the necessary items for my delivery. As the saying goes, 'An elder in the family is a treasure,' and with my mother around, my husband and I certainly had a lot less to worry about.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family enjoyed the moon together, and I even had a little red wine. Around 1 a.m.
, I suddenly went into labor; my water broke, so I had to call an ambulance. At the hospital, I successfully gave birth to a 6.5-pound son around 7 a.m.
Ah, my son and I share the same zodiac sign, and were born on the same day and month. Birthday celebrations will be much easier from now on.
A few days later, after being discharged from the hospital and returning home, it was time to register my son's birth, which meant we had to name him. My husband insisted on using his eldest
son's name to show his affirmation of his only son. I didn't want that name because it
would plunge us all into sorrowful memories. However, my mother agreed to use his original name in memory of her son,
so I had to give in to the choice. My son's formal name is 'Li Mo'.
Another decision was made regarding how my mother would address me. From now on, my son will call her "Auntie" and me "Mom." My
husband said that only in this way could both his ex-wife and current wife be recorded in the family genealogy, and both
be buried in the ancestral grave after his death.
There's nothing strange about it. Actually, my mother is my husband's ex-wife. My husband is my biological father.
I used to be their daughter, but now I'm just my father's second wife, a continuation or replacement of my mother.
Originally, I thought that since my father and I were far away from our hometown, and no one around knew about our past, we could
live a peaceful new life. After everything was stable in the special economic zone, my mother could leave our hometown under the pretext of going to live with my younger brother.
Apart from my parents and myself, no one else knows the truth about our extraordinary family situation.
We got married. At the time, even my younger brother was kept in the dark; he was too young to understand the family
situation.
To avoid being disturbed by relatives and friends back home, several years ago my mother started spreading rumors that my father was being pursued by a "vixen."
None of our relatives knew that the "vixen" who seduced my father was me. She claimed that when we divorced, my father was kicked out of the house
with nothing and could not return home. She also spread
rumors that I had become a mistress to a wealthy man and, after graduation, was too ashamed to face my family and friends, so I had to leave for another city. Therefore, we didn't tell any other relatives or friends about our marriage.
Two years ago, after graduating in June, I came to the special economic zone and worked for a foreign trade company. Starting in my junior year, I
established contact with this company through my teacher, and my father's processing plant began processing various export agricultural
products for them.
In the second semester of my junior year, I designed an event for my father to purchase agricultural raw materials through futures trading. That
event brought our family several million yuan in revenue. With this income, we bought a successful brand trademark
and established a long-term supply relationship with the company I currently work for. That year, my father registered a company in the special economic zone, and
the company was funded in my name.
My graduation thesis, which analyzed the economic activities during this event, won an award for outstanding thesis and
was published in the school's journal.
I spent my senior year internship at this foreign trade company, and after graduation, I settled here. This led to
my father and I starting to live together in the special economic zone.
That year, we bought a duplex apartment by the river as our residence. It was over 200 square meters in total, and
the price was 12,000 yuan per square meter, totaling nearly three million yuan. We took out a mortgage, paying the bank 20,000 yuan per month.
It was through this house purchase that I discovered a new profit growth point. At that time, developers and banks were
aggressively promoting houses, offering mortgages with zero down payment. Since the new company was receiving hundreds of thousands of yuan every month,
it was easy to buy more than a dozen small apartments with zero down payment. The monthly payments to the bank totaled 100,000 yuan in principal and interest.
A little over a year later, the property prices had more than tripled. Because they were all off-plan properties, they didn't need to be
calculated as resale properties, resulting in a profit of nearly 20 million yuan in less than two years.
Dad's company had fully entered a stable operating period, with an annual profit of about two million yuan. We had entered
the wealthy class and no longer needed to worry about making a living.
Dad shuttled between our hometown and the special economic zone. Mom managed the processing plant in our hometown, while Dad only
did some work on product structure and macro-management of the company. So he spent most of his time in the special economic zone.
Dad and I originally planned to enjoy a few years of married life before getting married and having children, but the unexpected
arrival of this child changed everything. However, this was the result we needed; Mom and Dad needed a son so much.
Last summer vacation, my younger brother lost his life in a sudden accident. Although he was later recognized as a hero,
my parents lost their only son. In our hometown, it's said that our family line is cut off.
At that time, I decided I had to give my parents a son to carry on the family line. From then on, we
didn't deliberately avoid my fertile window.
I understand my parents' longing for a son. Actually, before the baby was born, I was also anxious. If I had
a daughter, I would have kept trying until a son was born.
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On the day my son was born, my father experienced extreme joy and sorrow. He was overjoyed to have a child at almost fifty, but saddened by the loss of his eldest son
.
He couldn't help but share his joy and called his grandparents to share the good news. My mother, while crying,
shared her joy of becoming a grandmother with my maternal grandfather, aunt, and great-aunt.
At this time, we decided to take our son to visit my aunt's house in a while, because my grandparents were
living there.
This was because my father had gone to the special economic zone, my mother was managing a processing plant in the county town, I was at university, and my younger brother was boarding at the county
middle school. The family was scattered in different places, and no one could take care of them, so we sent them to my aunt's
house a few years ago. I hadn't seen them for four or five years.
The news of my brother's sacrifice was a huge blow to my grandparents. The devastating news broke their spirits
and bodies. They were hospitalized for several months, and it took them almost a year to gradually recover from their grief.
Although we deeply condemned my father for being entangled with a vixen a couple of years ago, the fact that my parents didn't divorce and preserved
their family was a kind of comfort to them. A few months ago, we heard that my parents had divorced, and that my father's
marriage to that vixen had enraged them. They called my father several times, condemning his heartless attitude and telling
him they would never acknowledge him as their son again, but they would never abandon my mother as their daughter-in-law.
Now we can take our son to meet his grandparents. Although they may find incestuous marriage difficult to accept
, they will definitely not give up the joy of having a grandson.
Most importantly, this child continues the family line. Our family genealogy has recorded over thirty
generations, and our branch is the direct line. A strange thing happened with my great-grandfather; from that generation onwards, it
was a single-son lineage, and by my father's generation, it had been three generations of single-son lineage. My great-grandfather was an only son, and my grandfather was an only son. No matter
how many wives they married, they either had no children, or only daughters, and even the sons they had all died in childhood.
My grandfather married four wives in total. The first three were sisters, all my great-aunt's sisters-in-law. That was before the liberation, when concubinage was allowed. My grandfather
married his first wife when he was a teenager, and they only had
one daughter, my eldest aunt. To ensure a male heir for her husband's family, the eldest aunt's family followed ancient customs, "when a daughter marries, a niece or younger sister must accompany
her, called a concubine." A few years later, they brought in her younger sister as the second wife, who also gave birth to a daughter
. By the time my grandfather was thirty, neither wife had produced a son. The aunt's family then brought in a third wife, but this time, having no daughters,
they brought in their eldest granddaughter instead. They truly followed the custom of bringing in a niece or younger sister.
Over ten years, three aunts and nieces entered the family, resulting in one wife and two concubines, ultimately leaving only two surviving daughters. My eldest aunt is still alive.
She must have been over seventy years old, having passed away before I was born. After the liberation, the new marriage law was implemented,
prohibiting concubines. At that time, my grandfather chose to divorce his two grandmothers who already had children.
My grandmother was my grandfather's last wife; she was the niece of his previous grandmothers, the youngest daughter of my aunt
. During the three years of natural disasters, my grandmother was seventeen or eighteen years old. Schools were reducing students, so she returned home.
One of his grandmothers fell ill due to hunger, and my grandmother came to my house to take care of her cousin. Six months later, that grandmother
died. It was during this time that my grandfather and grandmother developed feelings for each other, and she later married my grandfather as his niece.
Actually, my grandmother was already pregnant at that time; it was a "shotgun wedding." After giving birth to my father, she gave birth to my aunt a few years later . My
father was an only child.
So when my son was born, my father called my grandfather to share the good news. My grandfather and grandmother were overjoyed and
didn't mention the "little vixen" (my father's mistress) at all. They even praised her as a great contributor to our family and strongly
insisted that after the baby's one-month celebration, they immediately bring her to meet their in-laws.
There's a saying that even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws, but how am I, the daughter-in-law, supposed to meet them?
I can postpone going back to my hometown, but my grandparents' wish to see their grandson must be fulfilled.
To buffer the potential conflict between emotion and reason during the visit,
my parents subtly hinted at my connection with the "little fox spirit" in several subsequent phone calls with my grandparents, but they still didn't grasp the
meaning.
After buying train tickets to my aunt's house, I called to tell her our arrival time and asked her
to pick us up at the station. At this point, my aunt seemed to sense something was amiss and subtly asked if I had been
with my parents the whole time. I admitted it, and she suddenly understood, jokingly asking, "So,
after you arrive, should I start calling you 'little sister-in-law'?"
For a comfortable journey, we bought four tickets for the same soft sleeper compartment so no outsiders would
disturb our home. We boarded the train the night before and arrived at our destination the next afternoon.
When we arrived at the gate of my aunt's apartment complex, she pointed to a bay window on a distant building. We saw
my grandparents standing there, watching everyone pass by.
As we entered the house, my grandmother couldn't help but ask, "Where's our grandson? Quickly, bring him over so we can see
him!"
I hurried over and handed my son to my grandparents. After they sat down on the sofa
, I gave him to my grandmother. She carefully took him and said to my grandfather, "Look,
he looks exactly like our son when he was little."
I watched as my grandfather, somewhat moved, gently stroked my son's face with trembling hands. He seemed about to say
something several times, but his lips moved, and he only murmured a few words without speaking.
My aunt came over and gestured for us to put our things down, then we all sat on the sofa. My son had attracted everyone
's attention; no one cared about the little vixen anymore.
My aunt gently tugged at me, and I understood, following her into the study. My father followed.
Because my uncle had been promoted to bureau chief, my aunt's house had been upgraded to a
four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with three bedrooms and a small study.
My aunt said to me, "I should call you sister-in-law now," and I suddenly blushed, unsure how to respond.
My aunt said to my dad and me, "I've talked to Mom and Dad a lot about consanguineous marriage, and they
understand and accept it. But your father-daughter marriage is very difficult to accept. It will soon touch
on your relationship, and Mom and Dad will definitely be shocked." "Mom seems to have some suspicion about your relationship.
Dad isn't using his brain at all now."
"I've already thought it through. When you go over later, you need to cooperate. One of these women is your sister-in-law, Liu Xiaowei, and
the other is your sister-in-law, Liu Ting. Only mention their daughter-in-law, Liu Ting, to Mom and Dad, and completely ignore
the topic of their granddaughter, Tingting," Dad told my aunt.
"You should address Dad and Mom as your daughter-in-law, and absolutely avoid mentioning Grandpa and Grandma
," Dad said, turning to me.
After we came out, Auntie immediately went over and had Mom hold her son to one side. Then she said to Grandpa and Grandma,
"Dad, Mom, don't just enjoy playing with your grandson; you should also let the new daughter-in-law meet her in-laws."
Then Auntie brought over two cushions and placed them in front of the sofa, casually dragging the coffee table aside. Turning to Dad and
me, she said, "Brother, sister-in-law, come and kowtow to Mom and Dad. Sister-in-law still needs to serve tea to her in-laws."
Dad pulled me to kneel on the cushions in front of the sofa and said to Grandpa and Grandma, "Dad, Mom, your son and his wife,
Liu Ting, are here to kowtow to you."
Dad then began to kowtow, and I quickly followed suit, kowtowing three times.
My aunt brought over two teacups, handed one to me, and said loudly, "New sister-in-law, quickly
serve Dad some tea!"
I took the teacup and presented it to Grandpa with both hands: "Dad, your daughter-in-law Liu Ting serves you tea." At this moment, I
saw that Grandpa and Grandma were looking at me with surprise, their lips trembling and unable to speak.
"Dad, take the tea, your new daughter-in-law is serving you tea, and you still have to serve Mom tea next," my aunt and mother
said in unison.
"Good, good, good, you are truly my good son and daughter-in-law," Grandpa said, taking the teacup.
I immediately handed the teacup to Grandma: "Grandma, your daughter-in-law Liu Ting serves you tea."
"Daughter-in-law Liu Ting, daughter-in-law Liu Ting, good. Come here," Grandma also took the teacup and pulled me up
to sit on the sofa.
"Jianjun, can you tell me what's going on?" Grandpa spoke, and at the same time stood up and walked towards the study
.
Dad quickly followed and answered loudly, "It's like this, Xiao Wei is unable to have children due to illness, but..."
"The government approved another spot. To ensure the continuation of our Li family line, I married Liu Ting
, and that's how your grandson, Li Mo, was born."
Dad helped Grandpa into the study and closed the door.
Aunt and Mom came over and sat beside Grandma. Grandma hugged me, stroking my head, and said
, "Did he bully you, forcing you to accept this?"
Aunt also said, "Don't be afraid of anything, tell us the truth."
Suddenly, my mind went blank; I didn't even know how to address these people.
I slowly raised my head, looking at Mom with pleading eyes.
"Mom, it's not what you think," Mom said to Grandma. "I know everything, but I
never imagined things would turn out this way."
Aunt stood up and pulled me towards her bedroom, leaving Mom and Grandma to continue their conversation.
"Tell me everything." "I went into the bedroom, my aunt closed the door, and then said to me,
'This story goes back more than ten years. I was very young then and didn't understand many things.'
—
When I was eleven years old, I was woken up one night by my parents' shouts
. 'I'll fuck you to death!' my dad said fiercely
. My mom continued, 'If you fuck me to death, who will you fuck next? Hehe.'
'Fuck your daughter!' " "Dad said again.
??? His voice lowered, and it was impossible to make out what he was saying...
??? After a while, Mom said, 'Whose family... just like that, her aunt's neighbor to the east
??? 'It's just a rumor, how could it be true?' Dad said
. ??? 'Hehe... that's what her aunt said, and she said she saw it when she went to visit them once. ??? '
Really? Is she her own daughter?'
??? 'Why isn't she her own daughter?!'
??? 'Self-produced and self-consumed.'
??? Faintly heard, 'I didn't see it, but her aunt said she saw it.'
??? 'Saw what?'
??? 'Saw her dad just pulling up his pants, and his daughter was naked on the kang, giggling...'
??? ??? 'Maybe they were doing something else, you didn't see them actually fucking.'
??? Mom laughed even harder, coughed a few times: 'What kind of thing would require taking off pants? Hehe.'
??? 'The daughter is willing, that's good!'
??? 'She's definitely willing.'
??? 'I think your older sister and your dad...'
"How did you figure that out?"
"How could I not see it!"
It was hard to hear what was being said. "Oh my god! What's wrong?
It's still so hard!" "Isn't this abnormal?"
"Normal, normal. Try harder."
...
"I'm asking about your older sister and your dad."
"Hehehe... I... I don't know... I was still young then... I don't know if it was..." Mom stammered
.
"Was it what? Your dad and your older sister?"
"I don't know... Anyway, one rainy day, Dad sent me out to play, but didn't ask my older sister to go out
. I came back after a short while, and Mom told me to start cooking, but usually she calls my older sister... Ugh
... You're so mean!"
"Don't you like it this way?" "Where's your... older sister?"
"Um... um... um..." Mom started panting and couldn't answer, groaning incessantly.
"Your dad is fucking your older sister on the kang (heated brick bed)?
" "...Fucking..."
"Is that so?...If you don't tell me...I'll shoot in your mouth..." So Mom was willing to let Dad shoot in her mouth.
At this moment, Mom let out a soft moan, which mingled with Dad's roar from his throat. I thought Dad's roar was like
a tiger's roar, an absolute duet between a man and a woman.
This was the first time I heard Dad and his daughter doing that kind of thing together, and Dad wanted to do it with me too. —Living
together as a family, some things are unavoidable. For example, going to the outhouse.
In rural villages, families usually just fence off a corner of the yard and dig a pit—that's the outhouse. These days
, things are better; there are more proper outhouses. But no one in the family can guarantee they won't encounter embarrassing situations, whether
I'm in there or Dad is in there.
Usually, I go to the outhouse first in the morning before Dad gets up, and then I go to school. Even so,
embarrassing things still happen
. One morning, I had already left the house when I suddenly needed to use the restroom, so I turned back. Just as I finished urinating
, I heard my dad's hurried footsteps approaching. Before I could even cough to indicate someone was inside, he had already pulled out
his...thing and strode in...
??? I was squatting down, looking up at my dad. His thing looked huge, a shiny red head, a dark brown shaft
, as big as a drumstick, with a dark red handle and a drumhead wrapped in red cloth, but this
head was shiny, and there was a groove around it made of rope. I quickly lowered my head, too afraid to look anymore.
??? Before I could even hide, my dad turned to the other side and urinated.
??? I quickly got up, pulled up my pants, and went out.
??? "Why haven't you left yet? I thought you were gone?" my mom said, a strange smile on her face.
??? "Hehe...my dad's really shameless!" I laughed as I left the house.
??? After I went outside, I heard my dad say, "I thought they were both gone." "
This time, my daughter is really in for a treat!"
—I started menstruating when I was eleven, but my mom said she started when she was thirteen and a half. After my daughter started menstruating,
she and my dad didn't talk much anymore.
It was sixth grade. One day during PE class, we ran down the slope from the school gate to the dirt
road and back. Several round trips like that were quite tiring.
That day, while running, I felt the urge to use the restroom. After telling the teacher, I went to the restroom and squatted down. I noticed
blood flowing out, and it wouldn't stop flowing. I was terrified.
We have a custom here: on the second day after a wedding, families hang a white cloth
with bloodstains on it on the front door. The elders say this means the bride is "original" (meaning she is a virgin). If there's no blood,
the groom will beat the bride half to death, and her family will give the groom's family a pig as compensation.
I wasn't married, and I hadn't slept with a man. Why was I bleeding? Would I still be "original"?
I asked the teacher for leave and rushed home. My mother told me it was my period, meaning I was a grown woman and
could have children after marriage and sleeping with a man.
When I was in junior high school, my mom kept complaining of stomach aches, so we went to the hospital. One day, my dad happened to be in the county town on business, so he took
my mom with him for a checkup.
This checkup was alarming! The doctor said it would be best to have her checked again at a large city hospital. The next day, my dad took my mom to
the city hospital for a follow-up examination, even asking a friend for help. The result—uterine cancer!
After returning home, my mom couldn't eat for several days. No matter how my dad comforted her, she felt like the world was ending. Two
days later, she dared to tell both sets of relatives. They all came to comfort her, some contributing money, others bringing food. They all
said it was fortunate the cancer was there; if it were elsewhere, it wouldn't be treatable. But for a woman, what that meant—
even the least educated person understood!
A week later, my dad took my mom to the city hospital for surgery.
Her life was saved. But from the moment she was discharged, my mom realized she was no longer a woman!
The first year after the surgery was the hardest. My mom's emotions were very unstable, and her temper became extremely volatile. Although I was young and didn't understand the
implications, I still took on more housework.
One night, I overheard Mom say to Dad, "Don't worry about me anymore, go find someone else." But Dad didn't go out
looking; he still cared about the family and tolerated Mom's frequent, inexplicable outbursts of bad temper.
For the past two years, Mom has been using her mouth to relieve Dad's sexual desire because his normal genitals have dried up. Sometimes
Dad complains that using his mouth all the time isn't a solution, since it's not an organ meant to be penetrated. If both partners are in the mood
, they can accept anything.
When his wife is aroused, he doesn't mind pulling out of her vagina and then putting it in her mouth. But when one partner
isn't in the mood, it's embarrassing. After all, the feeling of ejaculating in the mouth is
different from normal vaginal ejaculation afterward. Ejaculating in the mouth is only a temporary stimulation; only vaginal ejaculation is enjoyable, only that instinctive
foreplay brings endless comfort.
Although they carefully avoided me and my brother, I eventually noticed. Perhaps
the sounds made by thrusting in the mouth are much louder than those made in the vagina. Anyway, after a few days I could hear my parents making sounds,
but each time I felt they were unsatisfied and very frustrated.
—When I was thirteen, during the Spring Festival, on the second day of the new year, we went back to my maternal grandfather's house. My aunts' houses were also there. Since my
grandfather only had three daughters and no sons, according to custom, one of his daughters should have found a son-in-law to live with them. However,
it was impossible to find a son-in-law now, as no man was willing to change his surname to live with them. So, when my grandfather 's
daughters got married, he made an agreement with their sons-in-law that the firstborn child, regardless of gender, must take the mother's surname.
Thus, my cousin from my aunt's side and I both took our mother's surname. My aunt's son, being an only child, and
already having one son and one daughter before him, didn't change his surname.
That night, all the men left, leaving only the four of us women and my grandfather. They told me to go to sleep first, and then
we huddled together and discussed many things.
"This can't go on forever. To keep the family together, Dad has to find another
woman. But if he finds someone who's already married, things could easily fall apart if things escalate. And
if he finds a widow or an unmarried young woman, feelings could develop over time, making it even easier for our family to break up.
" I gradually fell asleep and didn't hear the rest of what they said. In
the middle of the night, after Mom and my aunt came home, I woke up to use the restroom. On my way back, I passed by Grandpa's window and heard my aunt and grandpa
still talking. "People are more educated now; they know these things aren't right, unlike you back then who were so naive,"
Grandpa said.
My aunt said, "What's wrong with it? We've been together for over twenty years. If Mom wasn't
here so often, you would definitely have found us a stepmother. Why can't it be the same for Tingting?"
Then I heard them making sounds like they were doing *that* kind of thing. I quickly left and went back to my room to sleep.
It seems their plan is for me to take Mom's place, because in order to keep the family together, Dad needs
a way to satisfy his physical needs.
On the way home the next day, I asked my mom, "Does Dad really have to do that kind of thing?"
Mom said, "He's over thirty, and he's been doing it for over ten years; it's become a habit. Foreigners call it '
making love,' so the more you do it, the more you love it. If you don't do it for a long time, the feelings will fade. Dad is the pillar of our family
; if something happens to him, the whole family will fall apart."
"Are you really willing for Dad to do that with other women? You wouldn't object to any woman?"
"Why are you asking this? Don't ask about adult matters."
"I heard you discussing things last night, and then I fell asleep. Mom, do you know
if Auntie and Grandpa did that kind of thing?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Auntie slept with Grandpa last night. I heard them together when I went to the bathroom. Do you think it's okay for your
daughter and Dad to do that kind of thing?"
"Actually, there are probably quite a few cases where Dad and his daughter do that kind of thing, but we can't let other families know. If they find out,
they'll scold us."
Since then, my mother has occasionally talked to me about related topics. For example, the hymen. I learned that
it will be broken when a man penetrates it for the first time and will never recover. The first time it's broken
, there will be bleeding and pain, but it won't hurt the second time.
Menstrual blood comes from the vaginal opening. During sex, the man inserts his penis
into the woman's vagina and ejaculates after a while. Sperm is what makes a woman pregnant. Sex is a
very pleasurable thing for both men and women. Don't be afraid of a small vagina; the vagina is elastic like a balloon. A six- or seven-pound
baby can be born vaginally. Even the largest penis of a man is not as big as a baby.
Men like women with femininity. Little girls don't attract men's attention, just like
women with large breasts are more attractive to men. Women need to be a little plump to attract men; men don't like skinny women.
Thin women are only suitable as decorative objects, not as wives.
As long as you and your father are willing to do that kind of thing, as long as no one else knows, it's fine. My daughter will
get married sooner or later, and she'll have to sleep with men and have children anyway, so it doesn't matter who she gives her virginity to. As for
the fact that she's no longer a virgin after having sex with her father, she can find ways to manipulate things when she gets married, as long as
the groom's family doesn't make a fuss.
I just want to be closer to my father in the future so that our family doesn't fall apart. If he really asks me to do that kind of thing,
I definitely won't refuse. When I get home, I try to wear revealing clothes that show my arms and legs, so my breasts and
buttocks can be shown, and my father can see that I've grown up. I offer to wash my father's clothes, but he's embarrassed
to let his daughter wash his underwear.
Actually, I often held Dad's vest and underwear to my nose to smell them. The vest was covered in sweat,
the smell of a man's sweat, but the underwear had more than just sweat; it also had a pungent, fishy smell, especially when there were dried white
stains on the waistband. If you rubbed them, you could get powdery residue, and that smell would be even stronger. That was the smell of a man. Although
it wasn't pleasant, I always felt my body heat up when I smelled it, and I still wanted to smell Dad's
manly scent as much as possible.
Mom seemed to be deliberately being mischievous. From then on, she never reminded me or Dad that someone was in the outhouse, and
it happened frequently that Dad and I would bump into each other in the outhouse. I also consciously tried to take the outhouse from Dad, and each time Dad had to stand outside and wait,
listening to the sounds I made while urinating! "Hurry up! I'm bursting!" sometimes Dad would say from outside, and I
would laugh from inside: "Who told you not to pee? It's not like it's the first time you've barged in!" Mom would see this and
laugh strangely, while my younger brother was still too young to understand.
One night, I overheard Mom whispering that thought to Dad.
"Our daughter's become more sensible, haven't you noticed?"
"Yes," Dad said, "She's always been very sensible."
"No… I mean… in that area."
"In what area?"
"You… haven't you noticed?"
"Noticed what?" " Our daughter's become more sensible, she's thirteen already." After a while, my wife said, "Thirteen, she'd 　　be married off
by now ." 　　 "That was then, what do kids know these days!" 　　 "Don't say she doesn't know. She… knows…" 　　 "Knows what?" 　　 "Knows everything." After a pause, Mom continued, "She… is willing." "Why aren't you saying anything? 　　You… are afraid?" "I… don't need it anymore, but you need it… no problem, you're the 　　pillar of the family." 　　 "What nonsense! Go to sleep!" 　　 It seemed Mom could accept Dad and me doing that kind of thing, and I hoped Dad would take the initiative. 　　 "Go see your aunt with your dad during the holidays," Mom said to me, a week before summer vacation. 　　 I knew Mom was trying to set us up, hoping something would happen on the trip. But I had 　　no idea what would happen, or what I could do. 　　 Those few days, Dad was deliberately avoiding me, and Mom noticed. She consciously tried to get me closer to Dad, 　　always ordering me around: "Go get your dad..." "Go wash your dad..." "Go massage your dad's 　　shoulders." 　　 On the fourth day of summer vacation, Mom sent us away, as if she wanted us to complete a task we had to do. 　　 On the train at night, I slept in the upper bunk, Dad in the lower bunk, and the passenger in the middle bunk got off halfway through the journey. 　　 The person in the lower bunk opposite climbed onto the middle bunk, and the two of them were making those kinds of noises. I lay there for a 　　while but couldn't sleep, so I got up and went to the toilet. 　　 I walked to the junction of the two carriages, stood there alone, and looked out. We were passing through a city, 　　the lights flashing by. 　　 After a while, Dad came over. "What's wrong?" 　　 "Nothing, Dad." 　　 "Let's go back." 　　 I remained standing there. "What's wrong? Come on..." Dad pulled my arm. 　　 "Those two people..." 　　 Dad had no choice but to stand there with me. It was late at night, and the carriage was almost deserted. I kept looking out the window, then suddenly 　　turned around, threw myself into Dad's arms, and hugged him tightly around the waist... Dad didn't refuse, but he didn't hug me back either, just 　　held me against the carriage wall. 　　 My heart pounded for a moment, and we stood there until we reached a station. I saw people 　　coming out of our carriage; it looked like the two from the middle bunk. After they got off, we went back to our original 　　bunks, leaving just the two of us. 　　 "Let's go up and sleep a little longer; we still have an hour to go." 　　 "I don't want to go up," I said, whining to Dad. I hugged Dad's waist again, burying my head in his waist 　　: "Let's sleep like this..."

Dad's large hand gently rested on me. Through my thin clothes, I could feel that his hand was sweaty and
stiff; he seemed nervous too.
"Cold," I whispered.
Dad reached for a blanket and covered me. With his arm around me again, he seemed a little more at ease
.
I buried my face in his lower abdomen… and then I faintly smelled his pungent
, fishy scent—the smell of a man.
I nestled comfortably on Dad's lap. His manhood slowly grew large; I could feel
my pants being stretched, and my face was nearby. It suddenly throbbed,
pressed tightly against my cheek, now trying to stretch out, but I didn't want Dad to know I was awake, so I dared not move. The train
suddenly jolted violently. Taking advantage of the jolting, I moved my head slightly, giving his manhood some space
, no longer pressed down, and allowing it to stretch freely. I was curious. Wasn't it through it that I entered Mom's womb
? Was it the source of my life? I wanted to touch it, so I touched it with my lips, and immediately felt
Dad's whole body tense up and stiffen.
"We've arrived. Make up the bed," the attendant called from the other end. The train had begun to slow down, but
we still had a while before we arrived.
"Get up. We're almost there," Dad said, lifting the blanket and helping me sit up. As Dad took my
clothes from the upper bunk, that thing stood erect in front of me.
Dad needed to go to the toilet.
"I need to go too," I said immediately.
The train was almost at the station, braking intermittently. Dad went in first, since there were only a few people left in the carriage,
so there was no need to close the door. Dad had just finished urinating when I rushed in.
"Hold me," I said, swaying slightly as I squatted down due to the braking.
Dad leaned against the bathroom door, grabbing my arms with both hands. I squatted down steadily, looking at him sideways.
His manhood started throbbing and swelling again. A hint of embarrassment appeared on Dad's face.
—The first night at my aunt's house had already run into problems. There were only three rooms. My cousin had a small
bed, and the other room, which served as a guest room, had a semi-double bed, enough for two people. Adults always forget that children
grow older without realizing it. My aunt still treated me like a child, and she didn't suggest any other sleeping arrangements, probably
thinking it didn't matter since I was young.
I went to sleep first. Dad chatted with my aunt and uncle. They had drunk a few too many drinks at dinner and, unable to hold their liquor
, soon came to sleep.
I turned over to check on Dad. He hadn't even taken his pants off. Following what Mom always did when Dad was drunk,
I unbuckled his belt and laid him down to sleep. I nestled tightly in my dad's arms. At that
moment, I desperately wanted him to hold me tighter.
After a while, he turned slightly, pulling me closer and pressing his leg against me.
I felt the sensation of being held tightly in a man's arms—it was so blissful.
If Dad pulled me close and fucked me now, it would be no problem; I would gladly accept it all. But I truly
didn't know what to do.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw that Dad's belt was still undone and had been pulled down a little. Suddenly,
my arm seemed to touch that thing. But because Dad and I were so close, there was no
space to observe. I moved back a little, and now I could clearly see it; it had
peeked out from under Dad's pants. I slowly leaned forward to examine it closely. The shaft was brownish-black, with a fleshy red glans at the tip. It was
n't as shiny or large as the last time I saw it; it lay softly.
I quietly touched the glans with my finger.
Suddenly, Dad rolled over, and I quickly got into a sleeping position.
We had originally planned to stay at my aunt's house for three days. But Dad said we couldn't stay any longer, and we set off home the next day.
Because it was daytime, we didn't get a sleeper berth. I stayed close to Dad, and with the swaying of the train, I was already
dozing off. Dad shifted his body slightly, but my head remained nestled against his thighs and the curve of his back, in a semi-
reclining position. Dad covered my head with my clothes.
Throughout the journey, that thing inside me hardened countless times, and I turned over countless times, but
my face never left that area. Each time the train swayed, I let my head
move with it, rubbing my nose or lips against it. I could feel Dad wanting me to keep rubbing it.
—Back home, Mom kept subtly questioning me about the trip
. What could I tell her
? That evening, Dad took a shower first, and then I took one too.
Dad went out alone. When he returned, it was only a little past eight. In summer, there was no need to sleep so early. The family
sat on the kang (heated brick bed) watching TV. By the time the drama series finished, my younger brother was almost asleep.
"Go back to your room and sleep," Mom told my brother. As I rolled off the kang to go, Mom grabbed me.
My heart pounded. That moment was about to arrive; I was about to embark on an unknown, great undertaking.
None of the three of us spoke, watching the program on TV. It seemed no one wanted to change the channel,
but no one was really paying attention. Occasionally, a long sigh could be heard; I wondered who was sighing.
Another half hour passed, and Mom started making the bed. July weather wasn't too hot here;
a thin blanket was enough.
"Let Dad hold you while you sleep," Mom said directly. Finally, Mom broke the ice.
I completely understood the meaning of letting Dad hold me while I slept; it would lead me to maturity, to becoming a true woman. Although I
long to be Dad's woman, I don't know if I can bear such pain. Since I've chosen
this path, I must walk it bravely. To alleviate Mom's pressure, to bring Dad some
joy, and to keep this family together, I must endure all possible suffering.
I didn't say a word, and neither did Dad, our eyes still glued to the TV. To calm my excitement, I
let out a long sigh. I was now certain that Dad had accepted the task, but perhaps he still had some reservations
, unable to fully express his desires.
"Still watching?" Mom asked again, still lost in thought. I remained silent.
Mom picked up the remote and turned off the TV, as well as the light on the kang (heated brick bed).
After that brief darkness, Mom and I had both taken off our clothes and gone to bed.
"Over there with your dad..." Mom said, nudging me gently. She then pulled Dad's blanket over us, covering us
both.
Dad must have been just as nervous as I was; neither of us knew what to do in bed.
After lying there for a while, Dad gently pulled me closer. My body was stiff with tension.
I tried to relax, but the unknown made me a little scared.
I pressed my face against my father's chest, my breath trembling with nervousness. My breath sprayed onto his
body and then back onto my face; his scent calmed me slightly. His large hand
gently slid down my back, finally reaching my buttocks, where it stopped. At this
moment, his hand trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid; he seemed even more nervous than I was.
Then, something strange happened. My mother, who had been facing the wall and deliberately keeping her body away from us, suddenly turned around
. Perhaps to break the awkward silence, she reached in and tickled my armpit… I squirmed and struggled
, and my mother and I both laughed. To avoid her touch, I had to lean against my father
… When I leaned against him again, he hugged me tightly. I felt something hot and hard pressing
against my lower abdomen. Just as I stopped laughing, my mother reached out a finger and gently poked my armpit:
“Good daughter, good daughter, daughter is father’s little cotton-padded jacket!”
I couldn’t help but giggle, my belly pushing against my father.
Although my mother was just a rural woman, she understood a lot. She knew this kind of thing was
awkward between father and daughter, and deliberately tried to ease the tension. When she saw me in my father’s arms,
she wisely turned away.
After my mother's teasing subsided, my body gradually calmed down, but my curiosity and anticipation
made my breathing erratic. Dad's hand gently stroked my body, and when it moved from my buttocks to my private parts
, my breathing became even more tense. No one had ever touched that mysterious place so carefully before…
Dad lifted my body slightly with his arm, bent down and kissed my lips, then licked them with his tongue
. I turned my head away shyly.
Suddenly, Dad rolled over and pinned me down, then arched his back slightly, spreading my legs with his hands. His fingers traced up my vulva
, and I felt something wet flowing from inside my vagina.
Dad supported himself on his elbows beside me, his forearms passing under my shoulders, supporting my head with his hands. Dad's
glans rubbed up and down against my vaginal opening, and I felt as if a thread was pulling at my heart. I immediately opened my mouth and let
out a trembling gasp, while Dad also struggled to breathe normally.
The instant we touched, as my body and Dad's merged, the moral order of humanity crumbled, and
the ethical codes formed over thousands of years were about to be destroyed! I was excited by curiosity, nervous by excitement, and
timid by fear.
Dad's body suddenly sank downwards. At that moment, I nervously tried to close my legs, but Dad
's legs blocked me, causing my feet to hook onto his thighs, intensifying the downward force. That thing
went a little further into my body. I made a tiny sound, making Dad bewildered.
Dad lifted himself slightly and then pushed again. That thing was too big, seemingly impossible to enter,
and at this moment, my body began to tremble uncontrollably…
Then Dad lowered his head to kiss my lips again. This time I accepted, because Dad's hands held my head still
. As our lips met, Dad suddenly applied pressure to the entrance of my body.
This time, Dad's entire body pressed down on me. I couldn't resist at all and could only silently accept it.
Although I had fully accepted it in my heart, once the glans broke through that barrier, the penis's
desire for the vagina was unstoppable, plunging deep inside. The tearing pain made me struggle,
a groan escaping my throat. The pain of the broken hymen was so profound, etched into every woman's
memory for life.
My thick penis filled my body completely, my small vagina struggling to withstand
the invasion of the source of my life, the instinctive writhing within stimulating its owner.
Dad's hips thrust forward powerfully again, and amidst my suppressed groans, he completed the most
incredible—perhaps the oldest—ejaculation…it must have been exactly the same as the one that created me,
breathtaking! The genes that created me, accompanied by Dad's roar, powerfully sprayed into my body, the scalding heat
filling every capillary, my millions of brothers and sisters rushing into my body.
Dad supported himself for a while longer, and as he slowly withdrew his penis, I heard a clear
"glug, pop" sound from below, like champagne being opened for a victor—a blessing for the successful,
and also a blessing for the maturity of my body and the sublimation of my life.
Dad reached under the pillow and took out the white handkerchief Mom had prepared for me, wiping my vaginal opening, making me hold it tightly
, then pulled me into his arms, gently caressing me… My head rested on Dad's arm, my face against his chest
, Dad's legs straddling my waist, his other arm holding me tightly in his embrace. In my memory,
I had never been so naked with Dad, our bodies so intimately joined. The blankets were filled with
the mixed smell of sweat and semen, and an immense sense of happiness enveloped me.
—The weather in July seemed to be getting hotter every day. The night before, it felt cool and breezy, but when I woke up in the morning…
The sound of cicadas chirping early in the morning from the sycamore trees was enough to tell that it was going to be a hot day.
When I woke up, Dad was already awake, so I kept my breathing even and pretended to be still
asleep. Dad leaned forward, pressing himself even closer to me. He lowered his head and kissed my hair,
picking up a strand with the tip of his tongue and licking it with his lips. Dad gently moved away, got dressed, and got off the bed.
After a while, I got up too. Mom came into the room to make the bed, picked up the white handkerchief, looked at it,
folded it into a small square, and put it in the closet: "Why is there so much blood? Does it still hurt? Why didn't I hear
you cry out last night?"
"It hurt a lot for a moment, but I could bear it. It doesn't hurt as much now."
I got out of bed, and it still hurt a little when I walked; Mom could tell.
"Rest well today, you'll be fine tomorrow. Every woman goes through this, it won't hurt again.
Go find your dad and come home for dinner."
I took my younger brother out to find Dad. We saw him watering the garden. My brother called out, "Dad, Mom's calling you for dinner!"
Dad came back, and my brother ran out to play. I went into the house, and I could see outside through the window.
"What have you been busy with?" Mom asked Dad while tidying up the food.
"Watering the garden."
"I just watered it the day before yesterday.
" "Can't you see how hot it is?" "
Here—" My wife handed Dad a peeled egg.
"You haven't eaten either?"
"Wasn't I waiting for you? Here—" My wife peeled another egg and handed it to Dad.
"One is enough."
"Eat one more. You've done a good job!"
Hearing this, Dad couldn't help but laugh. "Now you call this a merit? Deflowering your own daughter is a merit?
How could you even think of that!
" Mom asked Dad, "Why is there so much blood?"
"How do you know?"
"It really isn't your daughter? You don't care at all."
"Where did you put it? Let me see."
"I put it away... Why didn't she make a sound?"
"You think everyone is like you?"
"This child! So sensible!"
"You think everyone is as clueless as you?" "
I really wasn't clueless this time."
"Looks like I need to get married sooner."
"Now you know how good it is to have a daughter, right? When we gave you a daughter, look at your parents..."
"Whose parents?!"
"Okay, okay, wrong, our parents... Which one wasn't happy? You were always so sullen! Now you don't need to use her anymore?"
"Don't put it so harshly! What do you mean by 'used her'?
" "Hehe... Hurry up, I have to go to the market. It's getting hot, I need to buy my daughter a dress;
she doesn't like the one from last year."
"What's so great about the countryside? I'll go to the county town in a couple of days."
"That's more like it! You'll treat my daughter better from now on!"
"She's my daughter now! When have I ever not treated her well?"
"Hehe..." Mom laughed heartily!
—Just then, I heard my son crying outside. I stood up and said, "He's probably hungry;
it's been three hours since he nursed."
When I went into the living room, I saw that Dad and Mom had already changed his diaper. I went over and picked
him up, turning to Dad and saying, "Go get some hot water; I'll take him to the study to nurse."
Looking back at Grandpa and Grandma, it seemed they had accepted the situation and wouldn't make things difficult for us anymore.
I carried my son back to the bedroom, where Dad had already brought warm water. I wiped my breasts with a warm towel
and then nursed my son.
I insist on breastfeeding because I firmly believe in the laws of nature. Nature created mothers' breasts, so
breastfeeding is the most natural way to feed a child. Xiao Fan also provides theoretical support from a medical perspective,
so my son absolutely refuses to touch any artificial substitutes. This way, he's completely protected from both nutritionally deficient fake formula and toxic
real formula. Since I can nurture my son with my own body, I
must feed him with all my heart and soul; only in this way can I truly embody the essence of maternal love.
To ensure I have enough breast milk for my son, I include lactation-promoting soups in my daily diet. Even yesterday on the train,
we brought soup with us, heating it up in the dining car whenever needed. As a result, I have a bit too much milk. My son
can only finish the milk from one breast at a time, and the milk from the other breast goes to his father. If his father is
out during the day, I express the milk and store it in the refrigerator for him to drink when he returns.
Now, his father is probably too embarrassed to nurse on my breast, so I have to express the milk and keep it in the refrigerator.
Dad picked up the small bowl of breast milk and casually sniffed it. Auntie, seeing this, casually asked,
"Does it taste good?"
Dad replied casually, "It tastes great, much better than cow's milk."
Auntie turned to me and said, "Sister-in-law, you've worked so hard, raising two sons at once! You don't have to
squeeze it out at your house, hahaha. "
My face immediately burned, and I glared at Dad fiercely: "Hurry up and put it in the fridge."
"Sister-in-law, my brother has been completely subdued by you, you'll have to go easy on him in the future."
Dad's face also turned red, and he said awkwardly, "Mom and Dad have come to terms with it and can accept these things now. You
two should go out too, the restaurant called and said the ordered food will be delivered soon." He turned and left.
"Auntie..." I was immediately interrupted by Auntie.
"Remember, in front of Mom and Dad, you are the Li family's daughter-in-law, you are my new sister-in-law. You can't be too... "
"Call me Xiaoyu, but just call me Wenyu," Auntie emphasized our relationship.
The restaurant staff brought the pre-ordered dinner, and the whole family sat together happily, eating and chatting.
Grandpa emphasized a few things: first, Mom would always be the Li family's daughter-in-law,
recorded in the family genealogy as Dad's legal wife; second, I would always be recorded in the family as an unmarried daughter, regardless of future changes
; third, as a Li family daughter-in-law, I could only be a concubine, and all my children would consider the legal wife their mother; fourth, in two years
, after the genealogy was revised, we would all return to our hometown to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony.
Grandpa still viewed, analyzed, and handled family affairs with traditional Chinese concepts, completely unaware that
we had entered a global information age. Oh well, I couldn't argue with an old man like that. As long as he
could accept our current relationship, I would agree to whatever he said.
"Uncle, please stop," Grandma had always called Grandpa that for over sixty years. "The children
are only doing this to maintain family stability and ensure everyone's happiness." "Liu Ting has already given
her all, and you still want to add so much burden to the child. You really only care about your grandson, not your daughter-in-law. Xiao Wei is
a daughter-in-law, and Liu Ting is also a daughter-in-law. Treating them equally is the only reasonable thing to do. I
won't agree to your harsh treatment of Xiao Ting. You don't care, but I do. From now on, Liu Ting will be Mom's good daughter-in-law."
"Okay, hehehe, sister-in-law, you can't let Mom and Dad start fighting.
" "Uncle, it's almost nine o'clock. Get up, I'll help you go to bed." Grandma helped Grandpa back to his room to sleep
.
"Dad's arrangement is actually the best outcome. Even if someone questions it later, there's something to say. First, it confirms
the sister-in-law's position, acknowledging history without denying reality. Then, it freezes Tingting in the unmarried position, so that
no matter what happens to you later, it won't affect other people's relationships. Next, it acknowledges that the sister-in-law is a daughter of the Liu family,
thus avoiding mentioning the so-called blood relationship again." "Requiring you to participate in the ancestral worship is to establish
the status of the eldest sister-in-law and the youngest sister-in-law in the family genealogy."
"Youngest sister-in-law, tonight you'll sleep with me and the child. There are beds in the guest room and study for my brother and sister-in-law; you two
can decide what to do." With that, she pulled me away.
—A day later, Dad went to the county town. He brought back a dress and a pair of shorts for me.
Mom called me into the inner room to change. Looking at me, Mom said, "Your dad has a good eye; they look really good. Do
you like them?" "I like them!"
"Come and call your dad in to see."
Mom went out and said to Dad, "He's quite good at shopping; come in and take a look."
Dad came into the inner room. This was the first time he and I were alone together since that night. I looked up
at Dad, and he was also measuring my new clothes up and down.
"Do you like them?"
"Yes." I nodded, still feeling embarrassed.
Dad gently, slowly stroked my hair, seemingly wanting to say something, but perhaps he couldn't quite put his finger on it
.
I smiled at Dad, still looking awkward.
Dad pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, kissing my hair, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his
waist.
In the evening, Mom and I were talking in the outer room.
"What day is it?"
"I don't know."
"Don't you know your own situation?"
"Just... these next couple of days." "
You're scared?" my wife asked.
"..." I chuckled, not answering.
"After all that, what's there to be afraid of with your own dad?" "
Actually, I wasn't afraid, but I didn't know what to do. I would accept anything Dad wanted.
That night, under Mom's guidance, I once again crawled into Dad's bed.
I wasn't as nervous as the first time, but I was still very excited.
Amidst playful banter and laughter, Dad finished his foreplay, but I was still reluctant to let him touch my genitals.
However, it was the first time I had ever used my hands to explore Dad's genitals.
" Dad placed my hand on his penis. I felt a strange sense of trepidation, but curiosity compelled me to explore.
I carefully grasped his penis in my hand; it was still soft. I didn't know what to do, so I just
repeatedly squeezed and released it gently. Later, I felt his penis throbbing, and the temperature kept rising.
It slowly hardened. At first, I could still wrap my arms around it, but when it became erect and pointed, I could
n't wrap my arms around it anymore. It was so thick and long that I probably couldn't even grasp it with two hands. I had secretly read a medical book,
which said that an adult woman's vagina is only six or seven centimeters long. My vagina shouldn't be that long, so
how could Dad's penis, which is so long, go all the way inside
? After Dad and I kissed, he made me turn around. He put his hand around in front of me, lifted my upper
leg, and when his glans touched my vaginal opening, my body involuntarily trembled. Although so-called
moral ethics had been broken, and although we had become quite relaxed, the process wasn't very
smooth. Dad still had to stay outside my body for a while, letting his penis and vagina intimately interact,
allowing the temperature of his burning glans to even out with the temperature of my vulva, waiting for the love fluid secreted from my shy vagina
to lubricate his glans and penis, making its advance easier.
As his glans entered, my body trembled, but that didn't hinder its progress; the lubrication inside
was sufficient for the penis to thrust.
Dad thrust a couple of times, a thoroughly pleasurable sensation. The circular muscles at the entrance tightly gripped my penis,
making it feel exceptionally proud as it entered.
This was the first time I had experienced the sensation of thrusting, and my breathing was so tense. And that tense breathing...
It not only affected Dad, but also Mom, who was pretending to be asleep facing the wall. Although she no longer had the
desire, her next words still sounded sarcastic: "Don't be unable to get up tomorrow morning, okay?"
Dad asked me in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?" Because at that moment, Dad was making a backing motion, almost slipping out.
When he quickly entered, I let out a soft moan and shifted my buttocks.
"Ugh." I shook my head a few times.
Dad and I shifted our bodies, and when the position was more comfortable, Dad's thrusting rhythm quickened a little, and
I involuntarily moaned again.
"Does this hurt too?"
"Hehe..." I laughed. It didn't hurt at all; I was just curious about the in-and-out motion. With
Dad's thrusting, I felt every nerve in my body being stimulated.
Next, Dad used various frequencies and amplitudes to explain the meaning of sex to me through body language.
The effectiveness of this teaching was
evident in my moans—or perhaps they weren't even moans, just soft groans—and my rapid breathing.
"Does it hurt?" Dad turned my head and asked softly. I laughed and then held it back. Dad kept
kissing my lips; I really liked it when he kissed me while thrusting. Women need to be loved, and
daughters need to be loved too. This feeling of being loved quickly paid off—I was already very wet
; a youthful vagina is so passionate!
Dad sped up again… "Ugh—" This time I finally let out a real moan. I tried to escape
the suffocating kisses, burying my face in the pillow, but I still couldn't block out the continuous moans.
"You little rascal! Don't do this! Dad can't take it anymore," the uncontrollable moment was finally about to erupt.
Dad used his entire weight to penetrate my vagina, his penis fully inserted. I felt it reach my heart, pressing tightly against
my throat, making me suffocate. With a roar, Dad sowed the seed of life within me once more
; I would give birth to a new life for him.
The days when Mom's uterus removal had cast a shadow over our family's life finally
began to change dramatically that July night.
After our "honeymoon," I suddenly realized that Dad had neglected Mom's feelings. Mom sometimes showed
sadness. Although she no longer needed sex, she still needed her husband's tenderness.
That day, Dad was going to the county town again. Before leaving, I stopped him and said, "Buy Mom a new dress." Dad agreed
.
When Dad returned from the county town, he brought Mom a beautiful dress, and Mom regained her former joy.
—After some time, one evening I heard Dad timidly say to Mom, "Give me...a kiss
...okay?"
"You have a daughter now, why would you need me? Hehe..." I could hear Mom using her mouth to help Dad: "Want to ejaculate?"
"Yes."
"Save it for your daughter, don't waste something good. Hehe..."
"Isn't she in her fertile period?"
"Can't you think of a way?"
"A way? What way? Wearing a condom while having sex with your daughter? I feel like it feels weird. Forget it.
" It seems Dad still wants me, but he's afraid I'll get pregnant; he's worried about me.
"Can you hold it in?" Mom said, "I'll go call her."
"Forget it." Dad's tone was somewhat insincere.
"It's okay, our son went to sleep early."
After saying that, Mom got off the kang (heated brick bed) and came over to pull me onto it. As
soon as I got on, before I could even lie down, Dad came over and tried to pull down my underwear. I was still a little shy, and laughing,
I brushed Dad's hands away, then took off all my clothes myself.
"Hehehe..." Mom laughed at the sight, "Look how much your dad likes it, give him a couple of kisses."
After I lay down, Dad leaned down and kissed my body. When his warm lips brushed against my neck,
I felt a ticklish sensation and giggled. When Dad suckled on my breasts,
licking my nipples with his tongue, I felt as if a thin needle had suddenly pierced my heart, an intense tickling sensation. At that moment, I couldn't laugh anymore
; my laughter was replaced by irregular breathing.
Dad didn't spend too much time on my breasts and lower abdomen. Suddenly, he moved towards my mons
pubis, where a few pubic hairs grew. When I felt the unusual contact there and tried to close my legs, it was too late. Dad's body blocked
my legs. After struggling helplessly for a few moments, I breathed heavily, laughing as I pushed Dad's head away with my hands.
Then Mom said, "If your dad likes it, let him kiss you properly, and you can enjoy it too."
I had no choice but to quiet down, and Dad's greedy tongue plunged deep between my parted labia. Dad's tongue
repeatedly smoothed out those two little petals, and the licking caused spasms in my body from time to time. I made
a sound again, and when Dad tried to probe with the tip of his tongue, my body convulsed violently, and I pushed
Dad's head away with my hands again. Dad finally gave up to continue torturing me and moved his body up.
Dad's glans lightly touched the already very sensitive flesh, and with each touch, I had to hold
my breath, as if waiting for that moment to arrive. Dad kept adjusting his position, pressing his hot glans against the crevice of my flesh and
gently rubbing it. Dad put his lips into my mouth and made me bite, but I just gently touched them with my teeth and didn't
bite hard to hurt.
Dad stepped back, then slid his glans forward along the slit of flesh to the desired position. This time, I wasn't disappointed
; I got what I expected—my not-so-spacious vagina was once again filled to its maximum capacity.
"Ah—" I exclaimed, no longer as shy or reserved as before, and happily embraced
Dad.
Although my vagina, after several rounds of guidance and training, was already familiar with various thrusting techniques,
I still showed unusual surprise at the sensation of Dad's vigorous thrusting.
With each long thrust, I would gasp, but quickly swallow the sound back
; I felt the sound too obviously expressed the pleasure of a thirteen-year-old girl. However, as
the rhythm quickened, the father and daughter's breaths and sighs soon became indistinguishable.
Both of us were sweating profusely, and the sweat made our skin less
smooth when we touched. But to mask the sounds of our skin touching, the friction of his penis inside my vagina, the slapping of his testicles
against my buttocks, the involuntary sighs and growls from my throats—sounds that might
sound obscene to others—Dad covered us with a thin blanket. It was completely dark inside. Dad arched his back and
thrust rapidly. I was very sensitive to the sounds of being fucked, which brought me great pleasure.
"Is it good?" Dad teased me, and I could only giggle quietly. Then Dad almost completely withdrew his penis,
then quickly thrust it back in, repeating this several times. This made me start breathing rapidly again, but this time it
was different; there was an uncontrollable tension. Dad gradually increased the frequency, thrusting continuously for about ten minutes. My
fingers involuntarily dug into whatever I could grasp.
My moans were no longer suppressed; the pleasurable penetration made it impossible to hold back any longer. Dad stopped, pulled a
corner of the blanket over me to bite on, and then began thrusting again.
When Dad thrust violently, my body arched upwards sharply, bouncing three or four times, while
my vagina clenched tightly. I lost consciousness, my body floating upwards as if weightless. Luckily, Dad
's weight was entirely on me, otherwise I would have flown away. "Dad...hold me tight...faster...
harder..."
I was completely limp, without even the strength to breathe. I felt Dad gently shaking my body, but
I remained lying there, unable to move. After a moment, I let out a long sigh of relief, and my breathing returned to normal.
Dad sat up, spread my legs apart, leaned down to look at me, and then used the towel Mom had prepared to
wipe me dry. Dad lay back down, held me in his arms for a while, and fell asleep.
—During my three years of high school, Dad and I only met five or six times.
After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a national key university through a special admission program, not because of my exceptional grades, but
because Dad paid for it. Actually, students admitted through this program weren't necessarily the top students; they were usually student leaders
or those who performed well in school but had average grades.
In high school, I was one of those who performed well but had average grades. While I could still get into university through the national college entrance examination, getting into
a top university was difficult. Dad sponsored the school with money, and then the school admitted me to the key university.
On Mid-Autumn Festival, I received a call from Mom saying that Dad was coming to the school to see me and celebrate my birthday. The next day, I
went to the station to pick him up.
On the way back to school, Dad and I didn't talk much; we both seemed a bit reserved.
In our rural area, daughters tend to stop being affectionate with their fathers once they're a little older, and older girls certainly wouldn't
walk arm-in-arm with their fathers. But tonight, after having dinner with Dad, I walked back to school arm-in-arm with him, and I didn't
feel awkward at all. I only felt a little flustered amidst the warmth. Dad didn't seem awkward either, and we
didn't let go when we met classmates.
That night, Dad stayed at the school's guesthouse. But these days, guesthouses are like hotels, and Dad got a
single room. Back at the guesthouse, Dad said, "Go back to your dorm."
I've always been unsure of my place in Dad's heart, but from sending me to university, I can tell that Dad doesn't intend to
keep me by his side. He still hopes to give me freedom so I can find a suitable life partner in the future. But I hope
Dad can treat me as his woman, because I've already given myself to him, and
I will never let anyone else into my body in this lifetime.
"Dad."
"Hmm."
I looked down, glancing at my magazine as I asked, "Do you...and Mom still...do you still have that kind of thing?"
"Occasionally." Dad seemed slightly surprised, but quickly regained his composure. He probably felt his daughter had grown up, become an
adult, and could discuss such matters with him.
"…………" I didn't say anything, continuing to read, showing no intention of leaving immediately. At that moment, I
wanted to, but I didn't know what Dad was really thinking.
"Have you...hated Dad?" my dad asked.
"Hate what?" I looked up, then quickly looked down again, flipping through the magazine.
"It's good that you don't hate me, otherwise Daddy wouldn't have the face to see you!"
"How hypocritical!" I raised my face again, smiling shyly, "When I go back during summer vacation..."
The air in the room stagnated for a moment. Not getting what I hoped for, I had no choice but to get up: "Don't want it? I'm leaving
."
Dad came over and just as he reached out his arm, I excitedly threw myself into his arms, feeling like I couldn't breathe... I
couldn't help but bite Dad's shoulder. Dad passionately picked me up and rolled me on the bed, kissing me passionately, responding
to my passion.
For the first time, we took off our clothes without turning off the lights. When Dad was about to have sex with me, I looked up at my crotch,
watching how Dad entered me...
There's a saying I really don't want to use on myself. It's what the locals say: "A cheap cunt doesn't grow hair!"
It means that if a woman is particularly fond of men, she definitely won't have much pubic hair. But using that saying on me
would be a bit degrading. However, my pubic hair is indeed sparse, very sparse! I remember having very little hair when I was a teenager
, and now I'm eighteen, which should be considered adulthood, but I still have very little hair down there, only a little
longer than when I was a teenager. And my mons pubis is so prominent, forming a very
distinct triangle with my groin below my lower abdomen.
But my dad, on the other hand, is the epitome of a handsome man—his chest and scrotum are covered in a thick, dark
forest.
As the glans slid up and down against my labia, I felt a wetness flowing from my vagina, clinging to the glans, clear
and moist, making it easier for my penis to enter and exit.
When my father's penis was erect, the glans was bright red, the shaft dark brown; I really wanted him to put it in
my mouth, but I was afraid of leaving a lewd impression on him, so I didn't dare say it.
I only dared to hold his penis with my hand, then stroked it a few times, aligned the glans with my entrance,
lifted my buttocks, and inserted his penis into my vagina. My father cooperated with my movements, thrusting downwards, and it
was all the way in at once.
When I was in junior high, my father tried his best not to thrust too hard. Since high school, we had to do it every six months, and my father
started to thrust with all his might!
During those years at home, when my father fucked me, I always obediently let him, never actively responding to his
actions.
I'm different now. Today is my coming-of-age ceremony, I'm eighteen! Today I'm going to fully unleash my
passion, not a moment's stillness—in less than a month of university life, I've already learned to be wild!
I moved Dad's head to my chest, letting his mouth rest on my breasts. Dad immediately sucked my nipple into
his mouth, licking it incessantly with his tongue.
My breasts are quite large, but the nipples are very small, only the size of peas. The pale pink nipples
are the same color as the areolas, almost indistinguishable, and one nipple is slightly inverted, so even without a bra,
there's no protrusion on my tight-fitting clothes.
While Dad suckled my breasts, he slowly thrust his penis in and out. I didn't hide my emotions at all
, calling out passionately, clinging tightly to Dad's body with my hands and feet like a koala, actively responding to
his every move.
As Dad gradually increased the frequency of his thrusts, my whole body convulsed along with him. Suddenly, Dad slowed down,
but increased the force and amplitude of his thrusts. I felt myself reaching orgasm, and
I arched my back, bouncing off the bed. Dad then lifted my legs with his arms, his hands behind my back
supporting my shoulders. His entire weight was supported inside my vagina; this time the penetration was incredibly deep, I felt it had reached
my cervix. Dad had never used so much force before. I asked Dad to hold me tightly, calling out his name incoherently
.
Dad also reached orgasm, his semen gushing out and soaking my uterus.
We were both exhausted, lying motionless on the bed, the sheets soaked with sweat.
After a while, we recovered and went to the bathroom to wash up. I remembered Dad bathing me when I was little,
but I had never bathed him. Today, I bathed with Dad,
carefully washing every inch of his body, making sure not to touch any part of him. My dad and I were simultaneously lathering each other with shower gel
, a warm and cozy atmosphere filling the bathroom.
That night, I didn't stay at a hotel, but at my dad's request, I left my underwear behind.
I took my dad to his dormitory and then returned to the guesthouse. On the way back, although
I felt empty under my skirt, the thought of leaving my underwear beside my dad felt like I was staying with him
.
After one night, my dad had to go back the next day. I took him to the train station.
After helping him board the train and settle in, we went down to the platform.
I said to my dad, "Thank you for my birthday present. I wish you could come with
me every year on my birthday."
"If you'd like, I'll come every year."
The train conductor called for passengers to board quickly, as the train was about to depart. I whispered in my dad's ear,
"I have a secret to tell you. Do you want to know if I hate you?"
"Do you hate me or not?" my dad asked softly.
"I hate you!"
"Really?"
"I hate you last night, I hate how cruel you were to our daughter! Bye-bye!" With that, she turned and ran. After
running a short distance, I looked back and saw Dad get on the train. I stood there watching the train slowly pull away, taking Dad with it,
and taking my heart with it.
—That year, my sophomore year, I was nineteen. Dad came to school to celebrate my birthday.
After two days, Dad had to go back.
"Dad, buy us a computer when you get back. What era are we living in? So old-fashioned! Buy one so Mom can learn too,
then I won't have to call anymore, I can chat with you online, and it won't cost a penny all night."
"They're not popular where we live yet. My factory has one."
"Oh, the factory is the factory, and home is home. Besides, if you miss me, hehe, you can still see me."
"Okay."
"Definitely! I'll buy it as soon as I get back!"
Following my instructions, he bought a computer on the third day after returning home. At first, Mom disagreed, but Dad relayed his daughter's words to
her, and she stopped objecting. Dad quickly ran to the county town and brought back a computer, but to get internet access, he had to wait another week
and ask a friend to help him.
From then on, Dad and I often communicated online. Sometimes when I was online and couldn't find Dad, I would leave him a message
so he could see it when he came online.
"Dear Dad: Actually, when I was about nine years old, I knew you and Mom always did something mysterious at night, and
at first I hated it. Later, after Mom's surgery, I also knew that Mom used her mouth on you… Well, if Mom hadn't
said that, how would I know if it was okay? I heard some things back then, and I knew that Dad and your daughter could do it."
"Bad Dad: Do you want to know about your daughter's first time? I'll tell you, back then I was ignorant about sex. If I
had known it would hurt so much, I wouldn't have let you fuck me, hehe (Do you like this dirty word? If you don't, I won't
use it next time, haha, I like it)
. At that age, I thought other dads and daughters did that too, so I didn't think much of it."
I was scared, and since Mom agreed, I thought, "Would Mom really hurt me?" So I wasn't afraid. I was just curious—curious about
what that dirty word meant. It was the word "fuck" that piqued my curiosity. I wanted to know what was going on
, so I agreed. I just didn't know how you managed to put such a big thing inside me, haha.
But when you actually entered, I was scared. How could it be so big? How could it hurt so much!
??? It felt so strange after that thing went in. I can't describe the feeling, but it was uncomfortable, itchy,
weird. I knew it was a man's thing, that's the feeling.
"I don't know if it's normal. I think I'm weird. I mean, I've liked it from the beginning... Of
course, not from the very beginning. At first, it was curiosity, wanting to know what it was all about... The first couple of times
, I didn't feel anything special, just passively accepting it... If I felt any excitement, it was before we did it, not
during. The thought of Dad fucking me got me excited
." "No, maybe not entirely. During it, it was every moan you made that excited me,
especially at the end, both scared and excited... Scared because you thrust upwards so hard, it felt like I was jumping up
, hehe
." "Excited because of the strange sounds coming from your throat, like a tiger roaring...
" "Actually, I didn't feel anything special while we were doing it, maybe it was because I was nervous. After doing it two or three times, suddenly at some
point, I remembered that strange feeling, and the sensation of your thing moving inside me felt so
strange... It wasn't intentional, sometimes it just came to mind for no reason, and then I wondered
if there would be a next time? Actually, I already knew then that this kind of thing was a secret, something I wouldn't tell anyone."
"I remember you kissed me the second time, and the third time. It was from that time that I felt
how wonderful it was when you kissed me down there, I even wanted you to kiss me all night. It was from that time that
I felt a strong urge when you penetrated me, and the stimulation was very obvious..."
"I was scared in high school." "Very scared! There was a girl in our school who got pregnant, and I was scared. I
didn't dare see you when I got home." "Later, I saw you deliberately avoiding me, and I wasn't scared anymore." "I know you were doing it for
my own good." "I know you're a good father." "Also a bad father, haha, a very, very bad father.
" "Actually, you don't need to feel guilty. If you really made a mistake, it's not entirely your fault." "Or maybe there was no
mistake at all, neither of us made one." "First of all, there are so many couples with age gaps of decades these days. Yang Zhenning
is 54 years older than Weng Fan, no problem, it's a legal marriage. You're only 24 years older than me, it's perfect."
"In early human history, marriage was free; there were no taboos about kinship. Later, it was discovered that consanguineous marriage easily led to genetic
diseases, so laws were enacted. And marriages between cousins were legal not long ago.
Grandparents are second-degree relatives, but you and your aunt don't have any diseases, and neither of you are stupid. Most
people like to talk about incest for thrills, just for fantasies. Many
marriages that were once reasonable and legal have become incestuous after the law was enacted. This shows that incest is just a concept, without absolute boundaries
. The rarer something is, the more strange it becomes.
" "Love is a complete and total commitment. Who can truly do that? Only parents' love for their children is pure.
You created me, raised me, and your love for me is so genuine. Is it wrong for me to love you? The only way I
can repay your love is to spend my whole life by your side taking care of you. Where in the world can I find anyone who loves me more than you
? No one else is worth such a sacrifice, don't you think?
" "Bad Daddy, I've felt guilty too. I've struggled with it internally. I know this relationship isn't
normal. I've read many books about this. This isn't just happening between you and me; there are many, many
fathers and daughters in the world like us. So, I'm not afraid anymore. I love you, Daddy, I really do. I've loved you since I was little. Daddy
loves me too, I believe that! So, let's not feel guilty, because we love each other. I'm not afraid, and you
shouldn't be afraid either. We know it's our secret, a shy secret. Do you know, Daddy, you've already
possessed my body and soul. My heart belongs only to you. I've belonged to you since I was thirteen. I truly
believe that. Although I've been afraid, even ashamed, I've never hated you. "Do you know, Daddy, you're a good dad, a good man. Daddy, do you want to know 　　what it feels like
to be under you ? 　　 Then I'll tell you: crazy! I like you being crazy like that! Ah—I can't say anymore, Daddy, I miss you… 　　" 　　 "Dad, do you know, you can do anything for your daughter!" There are several things I haven't done yet. 　　First, I didn't want to put my penis in my daughter's mouth. I always thought that was too vulgar and didn't dare say it out loud. Second, you didn't kiss 　　my pussy properly. I wanted you to kiss it, so next time I'll wash it and you can kiss it to your heart's content! Also, you must 　　ejaculate in my mouth. I want to taste Dad's semen; I'm sure I'll like it. Furthermore, you haven't 　　sworn at our daughter yet. You should say to her in the future: "I'll fuck you to death!" I'll also say to Dad like that: "Dad, fuck me 　　! Fuck me hard to death! That would be so exciting!" 　　 "You're my boyfriend, I'm yours to begin with. Treat me like a woman, like Mom. 　　I'll accept whatever you do." 　　 "No, no, my little pussy is yours, it belongs only to you. No one else is allowed to enter it, 　　to possess it… Dad, I want you to fuck me all night." 　　 "Dad, come on! I miss you, I want you to fuck me. I wish you were here last night, I was going crazy thinking about it, 　　I wanted you to fuck me to death. Dad, I love you, I've decided I'll never marry anyone else. After I graduate, we'll 　　live together in a city in the south, and I'll give you another daughter…" 　　 —During my sophomore summer vacation, I didn't go home. My teacher's classmate in the special economic zone was the CEO of a foreign trade company, so I 　　went there for a two-month summer internship. 　　 On Mid-Autumn Festival, Mom called to say Dad was coming to see me the next day. I knew Dad was coming to celebrate my birthday.

The next morning, I picked up Dad at the train station. This time, instead of booking a room at the school's guesthouse, we
booked a single room at a hotel in the city.
We dropped off our things at the hotel, and then Dad and I took a shower together. While showering, we sat in
the tub. I put my legs up on either side of the tub, spread my thighs, and let
Dad carefully wash my vagina inside and out with detergent. Actually, it wasn't dirty to begin with, but Dad still meticulously washed every inch
until he felt it was clean. I also carefully washed Dad's penis, especially his thick,
dark pubic hair; I didn't miss a single inch.
Then we went out to find a Huaiyang cuisine restaurant. The eel shreds there were excellent; eating eel shreds is said to
have aphrodisiac and sperm-strengthening effects. I racked my brains to make sure Dad had enough energy.
After dinner, Dad took me back to school. I had classes in the afternoon, so Dad went back to the hotel to wait for me after class.
After class ended around 5 PM, I rushed to the hotel. The door was open, and Dad was sitting in a chair,
watching TV idly, his hand constantly switching channels with the remote.
He hadn't stopped even when I entered the room.
"Dad, you're angry with me? There's nothing I can do. I asked for leave this morning. My afternoon class went well, and
I didn't want to miss it, so I couldn't be with you. Tonight, I'm completely at your disposal. Do whatever you want with me
."
"Okay then. First, find a Shanxi noodle shop. I want knife-cut noodles, then two cold dishes, and have a couple of
ounces of liquor with me."
Leaving the hotel, I hailed a taxi and told the driver to find a noodle shop.
After the cold dishes arrived, Dad poured himself a full glass of liquor and gestured for me to pour some too. Dad picked up his glass,
clinked it against Dad's, and then took a big gulp. "I haven't seen you since after the Spring Festival. Seeing you made
me a little uneasy. A few days ago, I was imagining what we'd do together, but now that I'm here, I'm not sure
what I'm thinking."
"Dad, I understand. I feel the same way. I guess this is what they mean by 'telepathy.'
I really learned a lot about foreign trade at the company in the special economic zone.
National Day is coming up in a few days, so stay a few more days and let's go on a trip together. That way, we can discuss
the processing plant's products."
"I've considered the projects you mentioned, but the biggest difficulty in introducing them
is insufficient funds. This is an obstacle we can't overcome right now."
"We can take out loans, and we can use other economic means to solve this problem. Now, let's
not discuss whether to do it or not; we just need to focus on how to do it and how to do it most effectively."
"Ting, happy birthday! You're twenty today. You've grown up and are about to fly far away.
" "Dad, don't drink anymore. We have important things to do tonight. It'll be difficult if you get too drunk."
He looked straight at me, a hint of resentment and sadness in his eyes. Dad had
finished his glass of wine, and one hand was waving on the table, searching for the bottle.
I called the waiter over to pay the bill, then handed Dad a glass of warm water, watching him take a few sips. "Dad
, let's go back. It's not far from here to the hotel; we can walk back."
The cool night breeze swept through the streets, and among the bustling crowds were many affectionate couples. Watching their tender
gestures, I couldn't help but put my arms around Dad's waist. Dad also wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me
closer to him. We were also a loving couple, just like all the other couples walking down the street.
When I opened the door, I said shyly in a low voice, "Dad, carry me in."
Dad paused for a moment, then picked me up and strode into the room, slamming the door shut with his foot
. Reaching the bed, he suddenly threw me forward, and I landed on it. Dad pounced on me like a tiger
, pinning me down and indiscriminately kissing my face and neck. His hands quickly searched
for any loosening of my clothes, untying everything.
I responded to his frenzied actions, tearing off his t-shirt and pulling down his pants. A weak white
lamb was pinned down by a ferocious tiger, my body being relentlessly ravaged and invaded.
After the storm, Dad and I lay panting on the bed.
I looked up and saw my breasts and lower abdomen covered in marks of ravaging. When I looked up and saw Dad slowly
sitting up, I saw bite marks on his shoulders and chest from my resistance. One to one, a tie!!
??? Dad got out of bed, bent down, slipped his hands under me, picked me up again, and turned to go into the bathroom.
??? As he sat in the bathtub, Dad turned me around, my back pressed against his chest. The showerhead lay on its side in the tub
, water gently spraying onto my lower abdomen and vulva.
??? Dad applied shower gel to my neck, shoulders, armpits, back, chest, and breasts, gently
massaging each part of my body with his hands. When Dad's hands caressed my small breasts, I pressed myself tightly against his chest,
wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at his face. Dad's hands circled and caressed my breasts
, occasionally pinching my nipple with his fingers, pulling the inverted nipple outwards. "Dad, do you like it?"
"What?"
"My little breasts and nipples." My breasts are quite big now,
you could barely hold them in one hand, but my nipples are still small, like two red beans on a cream cake.
Only light pink.
"I like them very much."
"Then why don't you eat them?" Dad only kisses my breasts, never sucking on them. "Dad, are Mom
's breasts better or mine?"
"They're different, you can't compare."
"Dad, you're so smart, you know you can't talk about another woman's bed in front of the woman you like."
"So, what do you like about my breasts? Right, nowadays people call breasts 'mimi'."
"Your breasts are big, tight, and firm; you can grip them firmly. But the nipples are small, so they're not easy to suck on
."
"Now turn around and stand up, and I'll wash your genitals again." Dad carefully washed my bottom and
genitals, his earnestness like sculpting a work of art.
After washing me, Dad washed himself, and I sat down and gently rubbed his penis. It
was so docile, soft, like it was made of clay; I could mold it into all sorts of shapes
. "Dad, people call it 'little brother,' and I'll call it that too from now on." "As I rubbed it, my little brother slowly
changed, and soon it became hard and out of my control.
Dad scooped me up, grabbed a bath towel and covered me, vigorously drying me. 'Okay, you go
to bed first, I'll come over when I'm dry.' " "
I sat in the middle of the bed, watching Dad walk over naked, grasp my ankles with both hands, and pull me up forcefully,
causing me to lie down. Dad knelt beneath me, forcefully spreading my legs apart. At this moment, Dad's expression was solemn and
dignified, as if he were facing the goddess of life. I thought that at this moment, Dad must have returned to the ancestral concept of sexual worship
.
Dad slowly lowered himself down, touching my labia with his lips. I pulled a pillow under my head so that I could
tilt my head up to watch Dad's actions. I slowly stroked Dad's head with my hands, my fingers
gently combing through his thick hair.
Dad pinched my labia with his lips, then used his fingers to part my labia and thrust his tongue into my vaginal opening.
"Ah...
" "Ah...ah..." I gripped the pillow tightly, trying to suppress the gasps that welled up from my
surging desire. My vagina was overflowing with love juice, gushing out in waves. Dad's lips were already sucking on
the entrance to my body, drawing in the gushing fluids.
Suddenly, Dad blew a breath into my body, and my body bounced up like an inflated balloon
. Dad then lifted himself up and pressed me tightly beneath him, his penis expertly entering
my body. Dad braced my legs with his thighs, forcing me to fold my legs to my sides. Dad held
me tightly, even my arms, curling my body up in his arms, and then with one thrust, he
buried his entire penis inside me.
I want to fly, fly higher. "Dad...harder...Dad...fuck me...Dad
...
fuck me to death..." "
I...fuck you...fuck you hard...to death, fuck...my...daughter to death..."
The storm subsided as the eye of the typhoon moved, followed by a brief period of calm and sunshine. "Dad, prop yourself up
a little, you're making it hard for me to breathe," I said. When I lay flat on my back, Dad was limp on top of me
. At that moment, I felt I couldn't bear his weight. Dad was only 1.73 meters tall, but he weighed
160 pounds, while I only weighed a little over 90 pounds. His weight, almost twice my weight, made it difficult for me to breathe.
"You little rascal, you've got me completely disoriented. I just want to fuck you like this for the rest of my life, fuck you to death."
"If you fuck me to death, who will you fuck next? Hehe."
"Fuck your daughter!" "Dad said, spreading my legs with his feet, then
thrusting into me again.
Hearing Dad say something he'd said to Mom long ago, I immediately teased, 'Dad, just fuck me hard,
let me have another daughter for you, then you can use her in a few years.'
'I already have my daughter, I'm satisfied, my daughter has me wrapped around her little finger, I'll fuck you to death.' Dad said fiercely
as he thrust deeper into me.
'Dad, you haven't come yet, have you? Get up, put it in my mouth.'" "
??? Dad got up and knelt on my lap. I sat up, and my erect penis met his.
I took it into my mouth, my lips rhythmically stroking the shaft, my tongue swirling around the glans. I could hear
Dad's heavy breathing. Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into my head, and I gently tapped it with my little teeth. Instantly,
semen sprayed into my mouth, onto my tongue, palate, and even my throat. With the spray, Dad roared and
pushed me down onto the bed, his body thrusting forward and penetrating me. His legs clamped tightly around my thighs,
his body arching forward, fully enjoying the passion of his orgasm.
??? With Dad's semen in my mouth, I could only hum the pleasure through my nose. I dared not open my mouth, afraid of
wasting this precious thing.
??? When Dad calmed down and lay on top of me, I finally had a chance to taste the semen. It
was tasteless, initially sticky, but soon liquefied, and I swallowed it without thinking."
After a while, I got up and adjusted the air conditioner to 20 degrees Celsius. Then I covered both of us with the big blanket, curled up
into a ball, and snuggled into my dad's arms. He held me tightly like a little bundle of flesh.
Around midnight, I woke up once, touching my dad's erect penis. I couldn't help but want more. My masturbation
woke him up. He rolled over, pinned me down, and penetrated me. His hand squeezed one of my breasts, while his mouth held the other
, his tongue and teeth working together to suckle the nipple forcefully. "It hurts a little, be gentle," I said
, stroking the back of his head with one hand and gently patting his back with the rhythm of his sucking with the other.
At that moment, I imagined myself as a mother breastfeeding her son, and I couldn't help but say,
"Sweet baby, Mommy's milk is all yours. Don't rush, eat slowly, be careful not to choke." "
??? Dad's mouth was covered, so he grunted through his nose, saying something unintelligible. The sucking force gradually
increased, and he would occasionally press his tongue against my teeth.
??? Dad continued to thrust into my body with slow but powerful long strokes, time seemed to stand still in this tender moment
. Both of them were giving love to each other and enjoying the love the other gave, fully embodying the love between father and daughter."
Love between lovers and love between mother and child embody the oldest, most traditional, most sincere, simplest, and
purest form of love between people.
I wish time could stand still at this moment.
This morning, I got up to go to school, but Dad was still in bed. "Good dad, you must be tired. Sleep a little longer
. We'll meet at the restaurant at noon. I have to go now."
—At noon, we ate Cantonese food. I love sashimi with wasabi. When the wasabi hit my head, my nose
and eyes watered, and it seemed to clear my head instantly.
After lunch, we planned to go to the mall to buy some things for Mom and my brother. Walking along the street, I clung
to Dad, skipping and hopping towards the mall. As we crossed the street, Dad held my hand. A car sped towards us
, and a child behind me suddenly darted out, about to be hit. I reached out, grabbed
the child, turned, and swung him back, but I was hit by the car and fell into Dad's arms.
When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. I opened my eyes and saw Xiao Fan sitting in a chair beside the bed.
"Don't talk, you need to rest. You've been unconscious all day, but everything is normal now."
Xiao Fan pulled the trigger of a machine gun. "Yesterday you were hit by a car, your artery was slashed, you lost too much blood and
were unconscious. Luckily, our hospital is nearby, and we immediately started resuscitation. Thanks to Uncle Li for the blood transfusion,
you survived. Uncle Li stayed with you the whole time, he's exhausted. He's gone back to rest now, he should be back soon.
This morning, the school reported your heroic act of saving a child from a motorcycle gang. Now that you're awake
, that's good. I'll go find the doctor."
The doctor came, examined you, and then told the nurses to keep a close eye on you before leaving. Xiao Fan, her face contorted
with rage, whispered in my ear, "I happened to be in the ER these past few days, otherwise I wouldn't have known. You two are
so crazy! Yesterday I was the one who took off your clothes. But everyone there was stunned. Your body
is covered in love marks, truly all over, the marks are permanent. Hehehe! You're so lucky!"
I touched my body with my free hand and realized I was completely naked. When I was hit by the car,
many parts of my body were scraped and cut, and I had to take off all my clothes to clean and treat the wounds. Now I was like a naked
pig, completely naked.
On the third day, I moved out of the ICU and into a private room. Dad checked out of his hotel and stayed at the hospital with
me. Xiao Fan came to visit me every day, and she and Dad chatted enthusiastically. Dad was quite clever; he didn't reveal our
father-daughter relationship, and everyone thought we were a couple. I was discharged from the hospital ten days later.
I spent the entire National Day holiday in the hospital. I had originally planned to travel with my dad, but I'll have to find another time.
"Sister-in-law, so you've been married for ten years already. That's impressive, you could even call it
a love story that transcends life and death. But you're so young and beautiful, haven't any young men pursued you?"
"Of course, there were some in high school, but back then I found those young roosters imitating crowing ridiculous.
What did they know about love? What right did they have to love? Their fates were decided by their parents;
how many of their promises could they keep?"
"I met even more in college, but I also broadened my horizons. I read so many books, understood
more principles, and learned about other people's love and marriages. I became even more convinced that my choice
was absolutely right. Before that, my understanding was probably vague, with a lot of emotional factors, mainly for my family and my parents
, and mostly about staying with one person forever. It's laughable, isn't it? But that was my true thought at the time. Since I
gave my first time to Dad, and did it again and again, I didn't want to change partners later.
" "Later, the rational component gradually increased. You see, marriage between people is actually
based on the completion of human reproduction. The earliest humans didn't have the concept of marriage, yet they still completed the process of reproduction. Under private ownership
, in order to redistribute property and protect family assets from being lost, artificial regulations were established, and the institution of marriage gradually
developed and became more rigorous.
" "In feudal society, marriage was strictly regulated. Family interests superseded national interests—an unwritten
law at the time. Marriage was used as a means of linking interests between families; in-laws were connected like blood relatives.
Intermarriage between large families became fashionable, and the concept of 'marrying someone of equal social standing' best explained the hierarchical system. The
saying 'the corrupt Sui and chaotic Tang dynasties' refers to the fact that marriages were not restricted by generation or even blood ties, and kinship
ties were weak, leading to many marriages later considered incestuous. Such incidents
existed in every dynasty. For example, Empress Zhang Yan, daughter of Princess Lu Yuan, was Emperor Hui of Han's niece;
Empress Chen Ajiao, wife of Emperor Wu of Han, was a cousin. Emperor Yang of Sui, deceiving his mother, married his sister,
taking his stepmother as a concubine and his sister as a concubine. Empress Wu Zetian of Tang was first a concubine of her father, Li Shimin, and later became the empress of her son, Li Zhi. Wu
Zetian's elder sister... " She and her daughter both became concubines of Emperor Gaozong (Li Zhi); Emperor Gaozong (Li Longji)
took his daughter-in-law Yang Yuhuan as a concubine,
a story still told today. Almost every emperor in the Qing Dynasty married his aunt and niece, sisters became mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and some even married their aunts or cousins. Even today, many incestuous relationships still exist, including those of our grandparents; haven't we seen enough of them?
Things that were acceptable in the past are now considered incestuous; things that were opposed in the past are now ignored
. Do we need to give examples? This only shows that human moral concepts are constantly changing with the times; there are never absolute
principles. Only one thing remains constant: humanity needs to continue to reproduce to survive. Homosexuality
is a sexual psychological abnormality, a matter of personal sexual orientation, and doesn't affect others. However, same-sex marriage
is different; it violates the natural laws of human reproduction, and to put it more bluntly, it's an anti-human behavior that
must be regulated and prohibited.
"But a father-daughter marriage like this seems unacceptable to most people, and the disadvantages would definitely outweigh the advantages after the marriage."
"Don't jump to conclusions about this kind of thing. How do you arrive at the conclusion that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages? First,
the possibility of genetic diseases is high, which is another matter. Second, even non-consanguineous marriages carry the possibility of disease inheritance, it's just that it's less..."
The probability is small, so it's often overlooked. In the past, when technology was limited, there was no way to
detect genetic diseases in the fetal stage, so prohibiting consanguineous marriage was a simple way to avoid them. Now, it's entirely possible
to detect fetal abnormalities in early pregnancy. Nowadays, the chances of closely related couples having children with defects are far
lower than those without kinship. Without kinship, there's no need for genetic testing. Blood relatives also
have a higher chance of passing on superior genes than other groups. One way to select the best in a biological population is through consanguineous pairing;
ask any pigeon breeder, and they all do it this way. In other words,
the chances of having a genius and a fool are equal, effectively eliminating inferior genes and preserving superior ones—isn't that good?"
"Sister-in-law, what you're saying seems quite reasonable. Modern legislation prohibits it for this reason. If medical
technology could keep up, this wouldn't hold water. Then, a large age gap, a generational gap, and
potential disharmony in life would arise. " "
This argument is even less tenable. Throughout history, there have been many couples of similar age, yet many of them fight and quarrel
. Conversely, there are far more couples where older men and younger women live harmoniously together. 'Tonight, I'll help you into the bridal chamber, a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple'—what a beautiful
line of poetry. Many people criticize Yang Zhenning and Weng Fan; why? Just jealousy. Many people discuss the Songxia couple (Fu
Mingxia and Liang Jinsong); why again? Still jealousy. Most people can accept couples with a significant age gap, even if it's
ten, twenty, thirty, forty, or fifty years. Many consider it reasonable. But is a father-daughter age difference
of only twenty or thirty years considered a large age gap? What is a generation gap? If age differences prevent communication
and lead to differences in values and consciousness, does that mean people of the same age won't have differences? Many people don't even know or
understand the other person's views and actions, but merely guess at the other person based on their own concepts and thinking, and then presumptuously
impose their own. Is this a generation gap?" " Only through cognition and understanding can we achieve comprehension and acceptance
."
"Sister-in-law, it seems you need to teach us a lesson. We've overlooked too many things and have been quite presumptuous
. Also, you've never dated anyone your age in all these years. How do you know there isn't
someone who loves you more than my brother? If you meet such a person in the future, won't you regret it?"
"To answer this question, we first need to understand what love is. Love is giving; it's pure and selfless,
an emotion that only gives and never asks for anything in return. Who loves you most in the world? Only your parents! Parents'
love for their children is absolutely pure and selfless, only giving and never asking for anything in return. So, do you think you can find
someone who loves you more than your parents? I've already received the best love; is there any better love
? Do I need to settle for less and find someone inferior to make do?"
"I'm completely convinced now. I understand your actions. I will continue to work on my parents,
striving to ensure they can accept you unconditionally, just as I do." I envy your love and admire your
courage. I sincerely wish you and my brother eternal happiness. You must be breastfeeding the baby again
. I'll go get some hot water and call my brother over.
I was lying on my side in bed, and after breastfeeding my son, my father climbed over and drank from my other breast. My aunt
teased, "Sister-in-law, you have two sons now. Which one is cuter?"
"Both are my precious darlings. I treat them equally. The older one is working harder now, but
the younger one will probably have it even harder in thirty years."
"Brother, you've really fallen into a lucky hole, with plenty to eat and drink. You absolutely can't mistreat your sister-in-law; you
'll enjoy the blessings she brings you for the rest of your life. "
My mother also came in. "Sister-in-law, you're a blessed person. Having a daughter meant you were set for life, and now someone else has even
given birth to your son for you. You're enjoying the fruits of your labor! " "
I've really lost out! I was just thinking about how my daughter had a grandson and I could finally
become a maternal grandmother, but now I've been downgraded and can't even be a mother-in-law anymore."
"When the second day of the Lunar New Year next year comes, you should have Tingting take the child back to her parents' home. Then you'll be a legitimate maternal grandmother
, and my brother can rightfully meet you as his mother-in-law. The one who's really at a disadvantage is me. No matter how you look
at it, I can only ever be an aunt. In the blink of an eye, my niece has become my sister-in-law, and I'll never have the chance to be a great-aunt." "
??? I really couldn't get a word in edgewise listening to these jokes; everyone's relationships with each other became strange because of me
.
??? — I went home for winter break. Dad had already built a factory in the county's economic development zone, and it was now in normal production
. Because it was an agricultural product export processing project, the local government strongly supported it, and they got a loan of
two million yuan from the bank all at once. Now they can earn a net income of seventy or eighty thousand yuan per month.
??? On the second day of the Lunar New Year, we went to Grandpa's house for the holiday. Mom and my younger brother stayed at Grandpa's house that night, while Dad and I went home to stay.
??? After getting into bed, I snuggled into Dad's arms, resting my head on his shoulder, my tongue constantly teasing Dad's
ear. Dad hugged me and said, "Your mother has come to terms with it. She was the one who offered you to me back then, so
she can accept whatever happens between us in the future."
??? "Dad, in the past few years, you always fucked me in front of Mom. She must have felt uncomfortable. " Back then, I was young and didn't understand . Now that I
'm older, I know a man shouldn't mention sleeping with other women to the woman he loves, so he
definitely shouldn't have sex with another woman in front of her. That's why I haven't wanted to
have sex with you at home these past two years—I'm afraid of hurting Mom's feelings."
"This year, your mother plans to buy a house in the county. Renting isn't expensive, but she doesn't feel secure. A three-bedroom
, two-living-room house will cost over ten thousand yuan. Then you can move in comfortably.
" "Dad, the raw material purchase price will definitely rise next year because last year's yield was too high. This year,
the planting volume is only about one-third of last year's. Now you should sign futures purchase contracts with the farmers, prepaying a 10%
deposit. Those who breach the contract must compensate according to the market price. This ensures the interests of both farmers and buyers
, achieving a win-win situation. All this year's income will be used as a deposit for purchasing raw materials. If the funds are insufficient..."
"We can apply for an agricultural loan. This year, we'll purchase 5,000 tons. By the end of this year and early next year
, we can make a lot of money just from raw material trading. Then we can buy back the trademark. Next year, you can register a company in the special economic zone. After that, we can
supply our own products to foreign trade companies, completely getting rid of the OEM or contract manufacturing situation. Our income can more than double
."
"I've already started preparing for all of this, so don't worry. From now on, during intimate moments, you're not allowed to talk about business
, as it will affect your mood."
"Okay, then I'll ask you a question. You don't have to answer, but you can't lie."
"Yes, ma'am. I can keep quiet, but whatever I say will be the truth."
"Besides me and Mom, who else have you had sexual relations with?"
"Ah...ha...that..."
"Don't breathe so hard. I know who else you've been with, but I won't pursue it, because that's all in the past
. What I want to say is that from now on, I will never object to whatever you and Mom do, but you are absolutely not allowed to have
sexual relations with any other woman." All sorts of things can happen in business.
I can tolerate joking around, even physical contact, but I absolutely cannot tolerate inappropriate physical contact. Oh my... oh my...
..." He pinched my nipple with his fingers, pulling it upwards hard, and I felt pain.
I pulled my dad's head up to my breasts, "Eat, you always bully
me when you say things you don't like. I restrict you from doing those dirty things for the health and safety of the whole family, not because I'm jealous. I'm still
jealous; I don't want to share my happiness with other women. If you do things with those women, it means
you don't want me anymore. If you don't want me, then there's no meaning to my life, I'll just die. Ah... um...
hee hee..." Dad sucked on my nipple, gently scraping it with his teeth, and a surge of heat rose within me.
Dad took the opportunity to roll over and pin me down, touching my vulva with his penis, each touch causing a surge of excitement within me.
"Dad, you have to treat my body fairly." "
What's unfair now?"
"I have two nipples, why do I always have to nurse from the right one? If I don't nurse from the left, it won't grow."
"The left nipple is sunken in. I'm trying to squeeze it out, but it won't bite the nipple, how am I supposed to nurse?"
"Mom said that sunken nipples can only be sucked out by your man's mouth. If you don't suck, how can it come out?"
"Your mother teaches you everything."
"If Mom doesn't teach her daughter, how will she know how to deal with men?"
At this moment, Dad slowly inserted his penis into my body, swaying it from side to side. "I've already fucked two
virgins, now I wouldn't even accept being an emperor. After I have you, no other woman will catch my eye. Don't worry,
my little wife."
"Don't call me 'little wife,' a little wife is for playing with. Don't treat me like that. You can only call me 'little wife.'" "
??? When I pulled harder on my vulva, Dad's body trembled from the stimulation. "Ah... little...
wife...
??? ..., your... cunt... is biting... me."
??? "Does it feel good? This is a trick Xiao Fan taught me."
??? "Uh... how did Xiao Fan teach you?"
??? "When I exercise every day, I have to do a horse stance, that's exercise. Women are yin, so you have to look at
the moon, absorb yin energy, tighten your vulva and pull hard, do it forty-nine times each time. Men can do it too, but
it has to be during the day, looking at the sun, do it eighty-one times each time."
??? "It seems my little wife has put in the effort to give Dad a better experience."
??? "Of course, if Dad feels good, he'll be more willing to fuck me, and then I'll feel even better." "
??? Dad propped himself up and increased the speed of his thrusts. "Dad... harder..." I was thrown off
balance by Dad's onslaught, my breath trembling.
??? "I'll fuck... you... delicate... delicate girl," Dad's voice was also incoherent. He hooked my
thighs with his hands and lifted them up, thrusting into my body with all his might.
??? After a fierce battle, the two sides were evenly matched, unable to determine a winner, and temporarily ceased fighting. After catching his breath,
Dad lay down and let me lie on top of him. His hands were around my back and slowly swayed, making my breasts
rub against Dad's chest.
??? "Dad, I want to know what you were thinking at the beginning."
??? "Actually, I didn't dare to think about it from your perspective. At that time, it was just psychological stimulation. Later, your mother kept
talking about it, and I felt it was something, but thinking about it carefully, it was hard to make a decision. Hope, anticipation, fear, and worry
were all there. After all, normal sex can relieve physical and mental fatigue, so I still wanted it." "The desire to possess you,
especially your tender body, is a perverse sexual need for a man. So I longed for it to come true,
but I was afraid of hurting you. I didn't know if your young body could withstand such a huge intrusion,
or if my immature mind would be shrouded in an indelible shadow. The immense psychological pressure from societal norms created a fear that made
me repeatedly suppress the evil thoughts in my heart."
"During that time, you were always avoiding me. I tried everything to get your attention. I wore small clothes so
you could see my body. I knew you always looked at my breasts, but you
blushed so much when you found out I knew. I even fought with you for the toilet hoping you could see my little pussy. I also wanted to see your little brother. That time at my aunt's house
, I looked closely, always thinking, how could you put such a big thing inside me?"
"Your mother was a good woman. For the sake of the family, for me, she could put you under her. How much
tolerance she must have had to do that! " Although I already knew I could have sex with you at any age, I was afraid to break through the
barrier between us, selfishly thinking that I could be at peace just because I didn't do it willingly. Your mother tore through that
barrier, breaking the moral ethics formed over thousands of years; human relationships have been shattered.
"Dad, were you no longer afraid after that?"
"Once is never enough; once the defenses are breached, they will inevitably escalate. The first two times I felt..."
You seemed to be reaching a certain level, but I didn't push you to the peak. It wasn't that I lacked the ability, but I didn't
want to do it; I didn't want to turn you into a little slut. And once a woman tastes the pleasure of orgasm, she becomes unrestrained
. And the third time, my movements had become mechanical. Just as I couldn't control myself
, I couldn't control you climbing towards that peak. The exhilarating and sharp thrusts made it impossible for you to suppress yourself any longer. And when
both of our hearts were wild, I felt that I was completely raping you. The gentleness and caution I had shown in the first few times
were thrown to the back of my mind. I felt that a few more thrusts would make you cry out. I adjusted to the best position and
began to thrust with my hips. Your orgasm came earlier than I expected, and it was even more terrifying than I anticipated. While
I was still thrusting violently, your body suddenly bounced up, three or four times. At the same time, I felt
a few powerful squeezes inside you. Those squeezes were the most unbearable for a man. Before I even made my final thrust
, you had already ejaculated. The moment I ejaculated inside you, I truly couldn't find the words to describe it!
If I faced the ocean, I would let out a roar that soared to the heavens, causing the sea to surge with giant waves! If I faced the mountains,
I would let out a roar that made the mountains tremble, causing the mountains to echo! If I faced the grasslands, I would roar at the distant
white clouds, causing the grasslands to bloom with wildflowers. If I dared to face this world, I would
roar at all the fathers in the world, let us love our daughters with our actions! "
That time I was completely limp, I didn't even have the strength to breathe. I felt Dad gently shaking my
body, but I still lay there unable to move. After a while, I let out a long breath, and my breathing returned to normal
. I think Dad was terrified then too."
"Yes, that time I waited until the erection completely disappeared before withdrawing, and by then you were completely still." I lay down and
held you close. It seemed you were lifeless. I was terrified. Thinking back to what had just happened, it had indeed been too rough. Had I
hurt you? Had I really killed you? I gently shook your body, and finally heard you exhale
. At that moment, I thought, "Oh God! What a beast I am! How could I have done this to my delicate daughter!"
"That was the first time I experienced an orgasm. Dad brought me to it; it was so wonderful, so overwhelming."
"When you left for university, I thought about how much you had sacrificed for me. I love you deeply,
and I know you love your mother deeply too. You did all this not only for me, but also for the family, to keep
your mother here, to prevent me from abandoning her. I know you're an adult now, and I can't keep bothering you anymore. Let you
live freely! As for me, the only thing I can do is protect my daughter with my life and do everything in my power
to make your life happy…" "
Dad, you've conquered my body. You've relentlessly cultivated this virgin land, but now that the harvest season
is here, you're planning to abandon it. Isn't that starting something and then abandoning it? You must take responsibility for your actions and absolutely cannot
abandon me. Ever since you entered my body, it has belonged entirely to you. Only you can enter
; I will never allow anything else to enter. Whenever I think of you, I do have
the urge to put my fingers inside, but I must protect your precious thing for you, even myself."
"My dear daughter, don't worry. I will never push you out of my arms again in this life. We will
live together until the end of the world. I have something to confess to you, but don't be angry. A few years ago, I wanted to find out if this
would cause you psychological trauma, so I tried to learn from your aunt, because your aunt also
had sex with your grandfather since childhood." After a few jokes and some back and forth, plus your mom's encouragement, we
actually did *that*, but only a few times, and we haven't done it since. I swear from now on
, I won't enter anyone but your little pussy."
"No, there's still Mom, you can't abandon Mom."
"Your mom doesn't need me anymore, and besides, she can't enter me."
"But you can't neglect her either. You can't let Mom feel like you've abandoned her because of me."
"Okay, I'll obey my daughter and daughter-in-law's orders, and I promise to only be good to my two daughters-in-law in this life."
"You haven't ejaculated yet today, have you? Come on, fuck your daughter's little pussy, sow countless seeds of offspring into
your daughter's already cultivated land, let your daughter's body give birth to new life for you." "
Dad mounted his horse and led his troops into battle. In an instant, ten thousand horses galloped, men and horses fell, siege and territorial
conquest erupted, a scene of carnage. Under Dad's fierce offensive, I was utterly routed, given no chance to surrender, and
charged into the Dragon Court.
In the moment I was suffocating, the red cannon spoke, its shell hitting the bullseye. The victors,
having exhausted all their strength, collapsed like mud on the chaotic battlefield. —"Tingting, are you really not going to come back to our hometown after graduation? I'll be 　　lonely
if you all leave ." 　　 "Mom, I'm making this arrangement for a better life in the future. When I saw the new life in the Special Economic Zone, I 　　realized we were just frogs in a well, never seeing how vast the sky was. Our whole family has worked hard 　　for three or four years, and once we've established ourselves in the Special Economic Zone, we'll all move there. Remember, we will always be a family, 　　loving each other and never separated." "You were the one who brought Dad and me together. Are you now questioning your 　　actions?" 　　 "Back then, I was scared. Would a woman still be considered a woman if she acted like this? Your dad was good to me 　　, but we couldn't be without a marital life forever. That time at Grandpa's house, my sisters and I talked about it, and 　　I felt so sorry for you. You made such a huge sacrifice for the family at such a young age. How could I , as your mother, not 　　feel heartbroken? But there was no other way; it was probably the best thing to do. After you went to university, I thought everything was over 　　, but I never expected you to be so completely involved." 　　 "Mom, can you tell me how you came up with the idea of bringing Dad and me together? 　　What if I hadn't wanted to? Did you ever think I would hate you for the rest of my life?"

"Of course I considered it all. The year after my surgery, my emotions were incredibly volatile. Every time I was intimate with your dad,
it was excruciating, and he lost all interest. But I always hoped that with time, things would recover. Later,
I learned there was no possibility of recovery. At that time, I thought about death. Death would end everything, and your dad would be
completely free. Your dad noticed and always advised me not to think like that, that this family would never fall apart under his watch. I thought if
I died, a stepmother would come into the family. Your brother is only five years old, and you're only eleven or twelve. With a stepmother comes a stepfather, and
you two would suffer. So, the only solution was for your dad to find someone outside, someone to satisfy his physical needs. But your dad
didn't look for anyone for the sake of the family. Then that Spring Festival, your aunt and the others suggested that you and your dad get together.
At the time, I was unwilling. I thought that Dad and his daughter doing 'that' was just talk, how could they actually do it?
But your aunt said that their neighbors had been doing it that way for years, and your aunt also told me about her and Grandpa's affair
.
" "So, you decided to put me under Dad's body back then?"
"The things you said to me on the way home the next day made me feel like you'd suddenly grown up and could help me
. But this wasn't a simple matter; a slight misstep could lead to disaster. I needed to know if you and your dad were
both willing. Later, I often told you things that only happen between husband and wife, and you always listened quietly
, never showing any disgust. This meant you were willing to do 'that' with your dad."
"I was just listening; how do you know I was definitely willing?
" “I’m a woman, and I was a girl too. Young women have curiosity and fears. If they’re annoyed by
something, they won’t want to listen at all. Young women are shy; even if they want something, they won’t say it. As long as they don’t say they hate it
, it means they’re willing. I’ve talked to your dad about it, but he doesn’t mean what he thinks. He thinks it’s not what he wants, but he says I’m
being silly. Those days, I saw you getting close to your dad, and you were always teasing him. I knew things were almost going to happen. But
your dad still couldn’t let go. I thought maybe he was too embarrassed to do it in front of me, so giving you two a chance to go out
might work. But you came back the same way. It seems I have to be the one to break the ice.”
“That day I was both excited and scared. I wanted Dad to do it, but I was afraid of the pain. When he actually pierced me, I held back from
screaming. The next day, seeing so much blood on the white towel, I felt both happy and sad.
” "Me too, I couldn't get over it for days. A woman pushing her own man onto another woman,
a mother shoving her daughter under a man's body, and then having to put on a smiling face while you did that kind of thing.
The familiar sounds kept echoing in my ears, and my heart felt like a broken soy sauce shop had been smashed—a mix of emotions overwhelmed me
. That night I buried my head in the blanket and cried secretly."
"So you put me under Dad's blanket again the next day?"
"That morning I saw how much blood you had lost, and my heart ached. But every woman has a first time,
and it won't hurt after one more time. And your dad's mood improved immediately, like a newlywed couple,
he was practically skipping around, humming a little tune every now and then. I knew the family was saved. To ease your
fear from the pain of your first time, doing it again as soon as possible was the best way."
"Indeed, it didn't hurt the second time, and I even felt comfortable and wanted Dad not to stop.
" "That's what it means to fall in love and not be able to forget. Back then,
I just hoped your dad would be satisfied and stop thinking about going out and seeing other women. We thought long and hard about you, afraid of causing you psychological harm and lifelong consequences. Your dad
was always worried you'd resent him. He only stopped mentioning it after visiting you at school two years ago. At that time, I
had a feeling that you and your father would never forget each other, but I never imagined it would turn out like this."
"I didn't initially plan to get married and have children. I just intended to spend my life with Dad
. I became Dad's woman at such a young age, and I didn't want anyone else to be with me. It was
only after Dad visited me at school last year that I made up my mind. I guess you could say I secretly made a lifelong commitment behind my mother's back. Mom, you can't
blame me entirely; it was all Dad's temptation.
" "I used to think that if you all grew up, got married, and left, and are all doing well, then I'd have no worries
, and I could manage on my own. But now that it's here, I don't know why I feel like I've been abandoned
, like something's missing."
"Mom, that's a normal feeling. Times change, and people's
perceptions always change at different times.
" Back then, the most urgent problem was preventing Dad from falling in love with someone else and causing the family to fall apart. You were so
generous then, actively trying to bring Dad and me together. If you hadn't repeatedly encouraged it, Dad would never have taken the initiative
. I was young then, and didn't know what to do, so I could only wait quietly. You gave us several
chances, but Dad didn't dare to act. Finally, you pushed me into Dad's arms, and that's how all of this happened. Mom,
I'm truly grateful to you. You gave me life, nurtured me, and what I'm most grateful for is finding me the man who loves me most in the world, and whom I love most in 　　 return
. Honestly, everyone has had such opportunities, but most
people don't realize them and thus miss them.
"Your dad is indeed a good man. He was truly heartbroken during those two years without you, trying to take responsibility for the family.
Ever since that night we made love, I could feel him becoming younger, just like when we first got married.
During your four years of university, even though we only had sex once every six months, your dad was always so happy, and it made me
happy too. After you left, your dad's heart was taken away by you; he was constantly anxious and didn't know what to do
. So I had your dad come to your school to celebrate your birthday. You don't know, the night before you left, your dad was so excited
he couldn't sleep. When he came back from school, he was full of energy and joy. I knew then that neither of you
would ever forget the other."
"Mom, from the very first time, I made up my mind to stay with Dad for life. You told me that once a man deflowers you
, the pain and pleasure will accompany you for life, and a woman will never forget the man who deflowered her."
Besides, Dad is such a responsible man; he'll never feel insecure. In all these years, I haven't met
a man who moves me more than Dad. Can you really bear to let me settle for someone I don't even like for the rest of my life
?"
"Can you really get married once you're in the Special Economic Zone? What if your child has a cleft lip or is mentally challenged?"
"If I have a child for Dad, it must be healthy and intelligent. With technology so advanced now
, we can check fetal development. If there's any illness, it can be detected early. We definitely won't have
a cleft lip or a mentally challenged child; if there's a problem, we can terminate the pregnancy. If they all have problems,
I'll just never have children. My greatest wish is to take care of you all in your old age and see you off in your final days." As for marriage
, if we don't have children, there's no need. In the special economic zone, there are
countless people living together without marriage. Whether it's young people trying out marriage, wealthy men and women keeping mistresses, or just having sexual relations, nobody
cares, nobody investigates, so there won't be any problems. But if we want to have children, then for the child
to have a normal upbringing with both parents around, then we must get married, otherwise it will affect
the child's entire life. Right now, apart from relatives and villagers, no one outside knows that my father and I are father and daughter
, including my high school and university classmates. In the south, even fewer people know. My surname is Liu, my father's surname is Li, and we
don't even have the same household registration; we only say we're from the same village. Who can find out that we're related by marriage? In the future, we just need
to be careful to avoid contact with people who know our true relationship, and then there won't be any problems preventing us from getting married
.”
“But you'll eventually have to go back to the village, right? When you come back, it might expose you. Besides, if the child
calls you 'Dad,' then are you the older sister or the mother?” "
The child born from my belly will of course call me Mom. As for others, I'll try to avoid them. Even if I can't avoid
them, they'll be treated according to Dad's generation. For example, my brother can only be my older brother, absolutely not my uncle
. And you, by then you'll have to divorce Dad, and you'll naturally be a grandmother. My brother is still young,
there's no need for him to know these things; he'll understand when he grows up. Also, to reduce
the chances of returning to the village, I need to spread some rumors. You can tell the villagers that I'm being kept by a rich man outside, so I
'm embarrassed to come back. Anyway, that's the truth, my dad is considered rich. Also, I'll often say
bad things about Dad, like he's keeping a mistress outside, bewitched by a vixen, and once I have a child, your divorce will be a
natural thing. That way, Dad will have a reason not to come back." "
It doesn't matter what your dad says, everyone knows I'm not a woman anymore anyway. It's perfectly
normal for your dad to find another woman. If I make a fuss about it, I'll be the one being unreasonable. The fact that he raised you all is a great achievement. But how can
you treat you like this?"
"Only by saying this can the villagers feel that my not coming back is normal, and being kept isn't a normal
marriage. Even if we have children, people won't dare to ask too many questions. That way, they can avoid knowing
the true relationship between my dad and me. I'll leave after the Spring Festival. I'll go south again for summer vacation. My senior year will be even busier. I
'll start looking for jobs at the end of the year, and I'll spend most of the first half of next year interning at the companies I'm applying to.
I probably won't be back for two years. But we can chat online; I can hear his voice and see his image,
which is almost the same as coming back in person." ——————At this moment, I was thinking, what kind of 　　story
would unfold if I gave my dad another daughter 　　 ?

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