[My Little Daddy Adopted Me] (37)

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37. Father's Day Sentiments
I have a father now. My father is still so young, yet so capable; he can still be called a boy,
yet he is mature in every way; although he is much younger than me, he always treats me
like his little daughter, showering me with love. Fatherly love is like a mountain.
I have been with my father for four months.
Looking back on these four months, the love I have received from my father is so much.
Because of my father's protection, I live a carefree life.
Because of my father's nourishment, I have a youthful and radiant appearance.
Because of my father's teasing, I have an innocent and simple smile.
Because of my father, I also have my grandmother and mother. I can be filial to my grandmother, mother, and third aunt. After
my second aunt's postpartum period, I will also find an opportunity to be filial to her, to make them feel good, to make them like me.
I have a sense of value in my life.
Happiness, excitement, exhilaration, satisfaction… all these are inadequate descriptions.
August 8th, Father's Day.
On the eve of Father's Day, scenes of my time with my father kept replaying in my mind. Unable to
sleep, I rose and sat at my dressing table, writing: "
Faded beauty, alone beside the 'incense burner's smoke,' I pity myself, 　　gazing at my reflection amidst
'withered petals on the green pond .'" Each line couldn't express the depth of my longing. I savored the lines, 　　"Longing, tearing at my heart." 　　Though the drought may no longer be severe, 　　my heart remains a field of yearning, 　　hoping for a clear spring to flow, 　　hoping for a moment more of tender intimacy. 　　Your unreserved words 　　were filled with your deep love for your daughter. 　　Perhaps I feigned shyness, 　　but it was only because it was difficult for me to be out in public, and 　　I craved your loving care. 　　Though it was like an old drama repeating itself, it 　　remained forever fresh between us. 　　Your ardent, affectionate gaze 　　repeatedly ignited the fire in my heart. 　　My captivated eyes 　　shone with a radiant beauty. 　　The fusion of emotions, the collision of love, 　　everything that followed came so naturally. 　　You lifted me to the misty mountain peak, 　　you plunged me into the dizzying abyss. 　　I vaguely see, as if in a dream, 　　a mighty general, 　　galloping across the boundless grasslands, 　　invincible, forging ahead, 　　ushering in a bright spring, 　　nurturing vibrant colors and blooming flowers. 　　Hearing your triumphant shouts, 　　I smile, unable to hide the sweetness in my heart, 　　my emotions surging and turbulent. 　　Father, I love you! 　　I will say it a hundred times, a thousand times, 　　ten thousand times. 　　On the roller coaster high in the sky, 　　I was terrified, crying and screaming, 　　but you held me tightly in your arms, 　　"Don't be afraid, Daddy's here, 　　my precious darling." 　　On the Ferris wheel, you pointed out to me that 　　only by climbing high can one see far. 　　"I only want to stay by Father's side 　　forever, never to stray far again." 　　On the calm lake, 　　under a pink parasol, 　　I nestled against Father's chest. 　　His broad chest 　　is a safe haven for his daughter. 　　A gentle breeze kisses my fluttering hair, and 　　my father kisses my sweet smile. 　　Father and daughter are immersed in the hazy world 　　. With my father around, everywhere is my paradise. 　　The words are childish, but they come from the bottom of my heart. 　　On Father's Day, I didn't see my father at home. This father, doesn't he know it's his day 　　? Where could he be? I'll go to his office first. My sister Ya'er, as arranged by Grandma, 　　went to a "oxygen bar" in the deep mountains for recuperation. I asked Grandma for leave and immediately drove straight to the entertainment center. 　　When I got to the 18th floor, I saw Secretary Liu's pure and youthful smiling face again. "Hello, Miss, your father hasn't gotten up yet 　　. He went to handle something last night and didn't go to sleep until three o'clock this morning." 　　Secretary Liu said to me softly, "Please sit in the office for a while." 　　She opened the office door for me, and I tiptoed to his desk. Not bad, I'll enjoy 　　Dad's "boss chair" for a bit. 　　But this boss chair is only suitable for Dad. When he sits there, I feel like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiled; while my small 　　body, sitting there, is like a frog jumping into a bucket. Dad is Dad, and daughter is daughter. 　　On the table is a banner: 　　"Leaping and striding, she explores the pearl, lifting the veil of dust to reveal a new beauty. 　　A young girl orphaned, worthy of love, a tender-hearted iron man pampers his beloved slave." 　　This must have been written by Dad, right? Who is he talking about? His handwriting truly amazes me. His handwriting reflects his personality, absolutely true, 　　like Dad's strong and powerful strokes, yet free and unrestrained, like Dad's unconventional style. But it still has a certain structure, like Dad's unwavering 　　principles in everything. The brushstrokes are like swords drawn from their sheaths, the upward strokes like eagles spreading their wings, the vertical strokes like towering pillars... Then I look at 　　the poem I copied myself to present to Dad. It's elegant, yes, but every character is limp 　　like a boneless caterpillar. 　　"Is that you, little one?" My father's voice suddenly rang out from the office suite, startling me. 　　His gaze, like my grandmother's, could penetrate walls. I quickly went into the suite. My father was still lying down. I knelt 　　before the bed, kowtowed, and said, "Dad, Happy Father's Day!" Usually, my father doesn't ask me 　　to perform a grand ceremony, but today is a special day, and I wanted to be more respectful. 　　"What?" 　　"Today is August 8th, Father's Day." 　　"Oh, your dad has never celebrated Father's Day. You're so thoughtful, little one."

"Dad, you're not even up yet, how did you know I was here?"
"I smelled a fox as soon as I woke up."
"Get lost, is Dad calling you a fox?"
"A fox is good, alluring and beautiful, clever and quick-witted, kind-hearted, gentle and considerate. Dad's praising you." "
You won't be a fox, you'll always be Dad's daughter."
"Okay, then get up, daughter. Dad's getting up too."
Dad pulled back the thin blanket covering him. Good heavens, Dad sleeps naked too! That precious thing
stood straight and proud.
"Dad, if you sleep, will Uncle still stand guard for you?" I've learned to be a little witty now.
"Silly girl, I need to pee."
"Dad, you forgot? Pearl is your chamber pot, Dad doesn't need to get up." I lowered my head, took Dad
's jade pillar into my mouth, and once again tasted the deliciousness Dad had been brewing all night. After Dad finished peeing, I carefully
licked him clean.
Dad's jade pillar was still standing tall. Dad is a vigorous young man, morning erection! It seems I've come
at just the right time. Without my usual tongs, I don't know how long it would take for Dad's "swelling" to
subside. My lower body is already a swamp, so I simply stripped naked, climbed onto the bed, and
adopted a position Dad and I don't often use—the lotus position.
With a "whoosh," I sat on Dad's jade pillar. My breasts
trembled like grapes in the wind. My hair suddenly whipped around. I began to thrash about, like a carp, leaping out of the water one moment
and diving back in the next. My moans grew louder. My limbs moved like an octopus, sometimes flailing, sometimes retracting
. My body shimmered like a goldfish in the morning light streaming in through the window. Like a dancing sprite.
I moved up and down, sometimes circling my genitals clockwise or counterclockwise, making Dad
's penis churn and circle inside my vagina.
Not long after, Dad rolled over and pinned me down. "No, you're too lazy to put in any effort
. Let Dad do it."
I understood that Dad had a strong desire to conquer. Being his woman meant being under his control, bringing him
to a state of ecstasy. No woman could dominate him.
"Oh... I... Pearl... Pearl's pussy... so... so good... oh... ah... ah
... ah... ah... oh... harder... oh... fuck Pearl hard...
oh... fuck Pearl to death... oh... oh... ah... ah... ah... oh... dear
... dear Dad... dear Dad... oh... oh... fuck Pearl to death... ah... ah... ah
... so good... ah... so good... fucking Pearl to heaven... I... Pearl can't take it anymore
... Dad, fuck Pearl's cunt raw... ah... ah... oh... oh... oh... Dad, oh..."
…Oh…so good…ah…ah ah…so good…Dad, you…you…you’re going in
so deep…ah ah ah…oh oh…ah harder…fuck harder…fuck my little cunt harder
…oh oh oh…fuck me to death…my dear daddy! You…you’re so good at fucking, you fuck so well!
Oh oh…oh oh oh…”
A fierce, countless rounds of father-daughter battle, which had turned the early morning into a dark and gloomy one, finally
came to an end. I hadn’t even given my dad a Father’s Day gift yet, but he gave me a thank-you gift first.
I cherish whatever my dad gives me. Finally, I used my little mouth to
lick clean the love juice that had mingled with my own. At this moment, “Uncle” was also tired and limp, so I let him
rest in my warm little mouth for a while longer.

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