Father's Secret

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I was born into what might seem like a glamorous family to others. My father was a senator in Saitama Prefecture, and my mother was a shareholder in Mitsubishi Bank. From a young age, I lived a carefree life. My parents loved me dearly and granted almost every request I made, and I certainly didn't let them down. I excelled academically and was passionate about various extracurricular activities, earning the admiration of my classmates. I was also proficient in the family's prescribed personal cultivation practices, such as kendo, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement, repeatedly receiving praise from the elders of the clan. Back then, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe me as the apple of everyone's eye; those days were truly joyful and happy.
But this blissful period didn't last long. When I was thirteen, my nightmare began.
That year, an elder of the clan, whose name I don't recall, suddenly passed away in Europe. My father was busy with an election campaign and couldn't leave, so my mother went to the funeral on his behalf. Because the elder hadn't left any children, my mother also had to help with the division of the inheritance, requiring her to stay there for half a year. Thus, besides a security guard and a maid, only my father and I remained in the house.
The security guard, Sen, was tall and burly with a cold demeanor, but he was extremely diligent in his work and never made a mistake.
The maid, Huizi, was the complete opposite of Sen; she was petite, sweet, and lovely—a typical demure young lady. However, she was always absent-minded, forgetting things constantly. It was strange that my father would hire someone like her; perhaps he was attracted to her beauty!
When I was eleven, I felt something was off about my father and Huizi.
I remember one day that year, I came home from school, a little hungry, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my father hugging Huizi and kissing her all over the face. I had never seen people kiss before, so I wondered what they were doing. The scene inexplicably made me blush and my heart race.
When my father saw me come in, he immediately pushed Huizi away, smiling as he explained that Huizi had gotten dust in her eyes, and he was licking it out. He even promised me a brand-new doll if I kept it a secret.
As a child, I didn't understand much. I was thrilled to have a secret with my father and naturally kept it a secret.
From then on, whenever my mother wasn't home, Huizi would always have various ailments—
chest tightness, stomach aches, mosquito bites on her bottom! And my father would always eagerly help. So, my secrets with my father grew, and naturally, my toys piled up like mountains. It wasn't
until I was a year older that I realized my father wasn't helping, because the intimate scenes of men and women on TV were exactly the same as what my father was doing for Huizi.
I cried and went to my father, blaming him for deceiving his daughter.
My father told me that Huizi had a strange illness and needed a man's touch to survive; if he didn't, Huizi would die. Finally, my father seriously asked for my opinion, asking if I wanted to save Huizi.
Because Huizi always bought me snacks, I anxiously begged my father to save Huizi. Thus, for the first time, I kept my father's secret without receiving a gift. Although I had some doubts, I forgot about it after playing for a while.
Another year passed, and my father still frequently called Huizi to his room when my mother wasn't home.
Since his room was right next to mine, and the soundproofing was poor, I could hear everything they made clearly. Generally, it started with rustling sounds, followed by my father's smacking and gurgling sounds, Huizi's cries of "ouch!", then slapping and thumping sounds, interspersed with my father's chuckling and Huizi's screams. Finally, with a piercing scream from Huizi, the room fell silent again. At
thirteen, I didn't understand much about matters between men and women, but when those sounds inevitably reached my ears, my heart inexplicably raced, my heart leaped into my throat as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation washing over me. My face flushed, and my mind went blank.
That novel feeling was like a warm stream slowly flowing into my body, indescribably comfortable and pleasant. My body felt like a soft, fluffy ball of cotton, powerless, lying limply on the bed, letting those blush-inducing sounds surround and envelop me… Although I felt confused and afraid, I still longed to hear those sounds again, to feel that fluttering heart
again.
Over time, it became a habit. Whenever my father brought Huizi into the bedroom, I would immediately jump into bed, burrow under the covers, close my eyes, and listen intently to those sounds.
If I had known this bad habit would harm me, ruin my life, I would never have done it. But who can predict the future? Perhaps it was all ordained by fate… That was a day I will never forget.
That day, my father had just seen my mother off and brought Huizi into his bedroom. As usual, I quickly burrowed under the covers. Although I had eavesdropped countless times, that day, for some reason, the feelings in my heart were much clearer than before, and the physical reaction was much stronger. The gentle warmth in my heart had somehow escalated into a raging fire, leaping and throbbing within me, burning my face and making my body unbearably hot.
Unable to withstand the dizzying heat, in a daze, I stripped myself naked, not even noticing where I had kicked the blanket. Although my body was now as naked as a lamb, the burning and swelling sensation persisted, growing stronger and more unbearable.
My face began to burn, and my body felt like it was filled with churning, bubbling gases. These gases surged and crashed against me like a roaring flood, a raging beast, as if trying to shatter and destroy my body.
Unable to resist the itch within me, I writhed and rolled on the soft bed, my fair body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, gradually turning pink. My two immature nipples, which had been resting on my breasts, straightened up, instantly becoming hard and erect, proudly blooming in the air.
When I moved, the cool sensation of my tender breasts against the smooth, silky sheets was like a refreshing splash of sweet spring water. And when I rolled over, my soft breasts pressed tightly against the thick blankets, my heart trembled involuntarily, and the surging emotions within me burst forth like a flood, causing me to moan softly.
Instinctively, I placed my hands on my trembling breasts, a momentary surge of comfort washing over me, and the restlessness within me seemed to subside, lessening somewhat.
I felt like I'd found an outlet, and my little hands began to gently caress myself. The restlessness seemed to obey, calming down with the movement of my hands. The agitation vanished, replaced by a sense of peace and ease.
As if in sync with my increasingly rapid breathing, my small breasts slowly rose, forming a firm, elastic hemisphere. My nipples, too, turned a vibrant rosy red, like fresh strawberries nestled on a cream cake.
Each time my little hand lightly touched that strawberry, a shy flutter and a throbbing sensation would fill my heart.
From the next room came Huizi's sweet moans and my father's satisfied cries. The rapid, thumping sounds of their breasts made my heart pound like a deer's, filled with boundless shyness. The restlessness inside me started stirring again, and no matter how hard I stroked my breasts, it was to no avail. Instead, as the restlessness stirred, an endless emptiness spread out, like thousands of tiny insects gnawing at my heart, unbearably itchy and uncomfortable.
Huizi's cries suddenly became rapid and intense, and I seemed to be infected by that rhythm, my heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation between my legs. Reaching down, I touched my pink vulva, which was slick with moisture, the sparse, slightly curled yellow pubic hair damp and clumped together.
A wave of panic washed over me; I didn't know why my vulva was leaking fluid. Was it because of those sounds?
I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the moisture. As I wiped, a strange sensation began to wash over me.
The unbearable tingling and itching disappeared, the frantic restlessness vanished, and an incredibly comfortable, blissful feeling enveloped my entire body. I felt like a white cloud floating in the sky, dizzy and carefree.
The tissue was quickly soaked, but my vulva remained wet, showing no sign of drying. So I sat up, tossed aside the unusable tissue, and, arching my back, observed my mysterious vulva with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Why couldn't I dry it no matter how much I wiped? Why did it feel so good just from a light touch? I couldn't help but study my body with great interest.
I parted my wet pubic hair, revealing pink, delicate labia that were wrinkled and contracted on either side of my vulva, revealing a narrow, glistening slit that looked like a ripe peach, as if it would drip water at the slightest touch.
I extended my slender index finger and slowly probed into that slit. It was narrow, warm, and wet. As my finger went deeper, a chord stirred within me, and my body trembled slightly. Just as I was about to close my eyes in pleasure, my finger was suddenly blocked by a thin membrane with a small ring-shaped opening in the middle.
I pushed my fingertip slightly into the opening, trying to see what was inside. A sharp pain shot through me, startling me so much I quickly pulled my hand back, my finger curling back as if electrocuted.
Just as my finger was about to withdraw, my curled fingertip accidentally hooked the clitoris, which was peeking out like a red bean. In an instant, the undying fire in my heart flared up fiercely, searing me until my whole body trembled and convulsed. I involuntarily tensed my entire body to resist this intense stimulation. After a long while, the stimulation slowly subsided, but the lingering pleasure within me had not yet dissipated. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, still savoring the breathtaking sensation with half-closed eyes.
At this moment, my once clear eyes were replaced by a hazy lust; my long eyelashes trembled incessantly, my small nostrils flared slightly, and my breasts, rubbed red, rose and fell with my rapid breathing.
It was both stimulating and pleasurable. My little hand, already craving more, reached for my trembling vulva, four fingers gathered together, cupping the source of pleasure, rubbing it up and down. It wasn't as stimulating as teasing the clitoris, but it was far more pleasurable than caressing the breasts. I slowly closed my eyes, wholeheartedly savoring this newly discovered pleasure.
With each caress, my body grew hotter, my mind more hazy. All traces of girlish modesty and ladylike manners were cast aside; my brain was completely consumed by lust. I could only wonder how pleasurable this sensation would be, and how long it would last.
Gradually, a sense of impending doom rose within me, a powerful, fleeting pleasure. Excitedly, I swung my little hand, rubbing rapidly up and down, my mouth instinctively moaning loudly like Keiko's, eagerly awaiting the moment of ecstasy.
Lost in the pursuit of pleasure, I didn't notice that the room next door had fallen silent.
The half-open door was quietly pulled open a crack, and my father tiptoed in. But I was still lost in the pleasure of masturbation, completely unaware that someone was suddenly in the room.
Under my father's lewd gaze, I continued rubbing my genitals, oblivious to his presence. Suddenly, I felt something amiss; perhaps it was my father's heavy breathing that startled me. I opened my eyes and saw my seemingly respectable father staring intently at my genitals with bloodshot eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were struggling to swallow saliva produced by excitement.
My father had witnessed this shameful act! I screamed, filled with shame, wishing I could disappear into the ground, yet an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through me at that moment. And so, in front of my father, tears welled in my eyes, and I shamefully reached my first orgasm in his presence.
Just then, my father, who had been standing still, quietly watching me masturbate, suddenly rushed in front of me, spread my legs wide apart, and held them firmly down. He pressed his mouth against my wet, gushing vulva, forcefully sucking my virgin semen.
My legs were almost stretched into a split by my father, and the intense pain and endless shame made me suffer terribly. I struggled violently. But how could I, only thirteen years old, resist my father's brute force? After a few struggles, I gave up, tears welling in my eyes, helplessly letting my father lick and suck inside my vulva.
Soon, my semen was completely sucked away by my father. And my father even stuck out his tongue, still wanting more, scooping up the liquid that clung to the corner of his lips and swallowing it, then smacking his lips and praising how delicious my semen was.
I was extremely ashamed, covering my face with my two small hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
Then, my father gently lowered my numb legs, climbed onto the bed, pried my hands apart, and leeringly looked at my tear-streaked face, spewing vulgarities at me, saying how wanton and wanton I was, how sensitive and alluring my body was… Looking at my father's狰狞 face and listening to his filthy words, I simply couldn't believe it. Was this the father who had always doted on me and spoiled me since I was little?
I pushed him away abruptly and ran crying towards the bathroom, but I could still hear his familiar yet strange laughter.
Although I was only thirteen, I knew that a girl's body shouldn't be seen by just anyone, not even her own father. But today, my father not only saw my naked body, but also forcefully spread my legs and sucked my vagina hard. Is this something a father should do to his daughter?
Why had my usually kind father suddenly become like a beast? Was it because I had done something wrong, and he had lost his mind in anger, punishing me in this way?
My father had seen all my shameful moments. How could I face him after this? What should I do if my father mentions this to my mother?
I clutched my head in anguish, collapsing onto the cold floor. Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, reflecting off my pink body and forming puffs of mist. My vision blurred, my small body gradually enveloped by the rising steam, as if my very being had vanished into the misty haze.
A tingling, numbing sensation gently caressed my body; it was as if I were surrounded by a warm, soft white cloud. A fairy in the cloud gently stroked my entire body with her smooth, jade-like hands, her tender tongue slowly kissing down my hair, my brows, eyes, cheeks, lips, earlobes, and neck—I could feel her care and love.
The fairy seemed to sense my slight trembling, and with a soft laugh, she took my nipple into her mouth, her slender, delicate hands curling their fingers, moving with a strange, rhythmic motion to my vulva. As her tongue lightly swept across the very tip of my breast, her soft hand also danced and explored my opening. Two boneless fingers gently teased my tender clitoris, their rounded pads softly kneading and rotating it.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before, a soft and warm sensation that made me feel as if I were being gently caressed by a warm spring breeze, inexplicably at peace and aroused.
Where am I? Am I dreaming? If this is a dream, then I would rather never wake up.
Am I drunk? If I am, I would rather be immersed in this gentle intoxication every day.
Suddenly, I felt so hot. Those jade hands seemed to possess boundless heat, and my heart burned like clusters of flames. Besides the blazing heat, my opening, being caressed by her, also experienced a strange, intoxicating pleasure.
I can guess that my cheeks must be flushed right now, and if my eyes weren't closed, my pupils would be hazy with intoxication.
I really want to open my eyes and steal a peek at what the fairy who brings me such pleasure looks like. But I'm afraid of waking this intoxicating dream, so I can only imagine the graceful and beautiful fairy dancing lightly, letting her caress me tenderly.
Gradually, the dew moistens my tender skin, and the fairy's image in my mind becomes more and more blurred. Indescribable pleasure surges within my vagina, driving me to follow my body's instincts, arching my body towards the slowly moving, delicate fingers, yearning for more fulfilling caresses.
As if sensing my desire, those delicate fingers begin to move very carefully, playing celestial music within my warm, tender, and elastic embrace.
Waves of tingling sensation spread to every inch of my skin, and an unusual desire rises from my lower abdomen, converging into a shameful torrent that moistens my deepest vagina. An indescribable, mysterious beauty filled me, so full, so joyful. In the pristine rhythm, my burning desire soared.
I felt so comfortable I almost floated away, my lips panting softly, my body involuntarily meeting the swift, rhythmic touch of her delicate fingers, receiving the fiery tide of passion… The spring passion subsided, but the sweet aftertaste still lingered within me.
I was utterly exhausted, like a sleepy cat, curled up in the warm, soft embrace of the fairy, my heart at peace.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself still lying on that familiar little bed, covered with a soft blanket.
The contrasting images of my father's brutal abuse and the fairy's gentle caresses kept replaying in my mind. I looked around in confusion, wondering if any of this had actually happened, or if it was all just my imagination, a dream.
How could a kind father do such a beastly thing to his daughter? How could a celestial fairy come to my room and caress my body? Yes, it must be a dream. Thinking this, I felt reassured.
But when I lifted the covers, I found myself naked, my vulva wet and slightly swollen, my body so weak I just wanted to lie still. I panicked. Why was my vulva so swollen? Why did I have no strength at all? Could it be that everything in the dream was real? No, impossible. It must be because I masturbated too vigorously. It's all Huizi's fault for moaning so loudly, enticing me to lose control and hurting my vulva.
Thinking of this, Huizi's seductive moans seemed to echo in my ears again, and that tingling, itchy feeling in my heart seemed to rise again. No, no, why is my mind filled with these messy thoughts? I was afraid of this feeling, and I hurriedly and laboriously got out of bed, frantically putting on my clothes... The next day, I was too ashamed to face anyone. Especially towards my father and Huizi, I barely had the courage to even glance at them. But my father and Huizi seemed perfectly normal, treating me as before. So, I increasingly assumed I was just imagining things, and stopped thinking about what happened that day.
[The End]

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