Dad's desensitization therapy

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"Love (the original text says friend) is a cup of hot milk tea on a chilly winter day, a cool seedless watermelon on a summer night, a bucket of caramel-flavored popcorn that's there to cry and laugh with you."
Dad took the book, looked at it, and nodded. I said, "Dad, read it to me!" Dad said, "This is a comic book, how can I read it to you?"
I said, "Why can't I read a comic book? You guys are the best at crosstalk, you can say and do anything, and this little thing stumps you?"
Dad suddenly started imitating a radio announcer, "Central People's Broadcasting Station, Central People's Broadcasting Station, please listen to the program, Acrobatics!" I was stunned, thought for two seconds, and then laughed. How can I listen to acrobatics?!
I said I wanted some water, and Dad picked up the water glass from the bedside table, tasted it himself first, and only gave it to me when he felt it wasn't too hot. I said, "Dad, I want to eat something delicious!"
Dad was about to take out his phone to order takeout again, and I said, "I just want to eat you! I had an allergic reaction last night because I was thinking about you so much, this is called 'overthinking makes one sick'!" Lin Daiyu in *Dream of the Red Chamber* thinks of Baoyu in this way.
He laughs and replies, "Am I willow catkins or poplar fluff? How could I possibly cause your allergy? Besides, if you're allergic, I have to stay away from you, otherwise it'll get worse."
I say, "This is called desensitization therapy! You're a medical student, don't you understand?"
Dad says, "Do you remember in the TV series *The Grand Dyeing Workshop*, Lu Jiaju's father said there are three types of people who shouldn't study? The first type is like you—those who study and then do bad things!"
I put the water glass on the bedside table, deliberately making a little noise, and say, "Is this doing bad things? Don't you like doing bad things?" Dad picks up the glass, checks it to make sure it's okay, then turns back and says, "You're not feeling well, so we agreed yesterday that we'd go out to eat today."
I say, "Yes, we can't have a proper meal, so I'll eat you." Dad smiles sheepishly. I know he tacitly approves, so I tease him, "You stingy little thing! If I can't eat you, a small part will do!"
Dad says, "A small part will do?" I nodded and said, "Okay, sure!" Dad held out his right hand to my mouth and said, "Then suck your fingers!"
How annoying! I reached out and pulled at his white hoodie, revealing his black workout clothes underneath. Dad is quite overweight, and the workout clothes clung tightly to his body. As I pulled, he removed my hand, saying, "I'll take them off myself, I'll take them off myself, but I haven't showered!"
I said, "It's okay, there's a water heater. Why don't you take a shower?" He obediently went to the bathroom, and came out after a short while, wrapped in my small towel—it looked quite comical.
He sat on the living room sofa, "drying" himself, and casually lit a cigarette. I ran to the living room, and we sat together watching "If You Are the One." The Xiaomi Box had many new movies, but they all required a VIP subscription; only older movies like this were available to watch freely.
Coincidentally, there was a scene in the movie where Li Xiaolu seduces Fan Wei. I nestled in my dad's arms, mimicking the tone from the film, and said, "Boss, I really admire you..." My dad looked at me lecherously and said, "I like you too, but I'm really tired today." I said, "Boss, you don't need to do this little thing, I'll do it..." I knelt on my slippers, between his legs, and I could already see his slightly raised genitals, about to push aside my towel and do something naughty.
My dad likes deep throating, but that's something I can't do, so I warned him not to press my head down! He agreed, and that's when I started.
He took out his phone and fiddled with it in front of me. I thought he was going to take pictures again, so I deliberately made a few lewd expressions for him. I could even feel the object in my mouth throbbing with my dad's heartbeat.
The happier he was, the more excited I became, and I deliberately made some noises for him to hear. He placed his left hand on my head, not with any force, but I could still feel the threat.
I could only try my best to please him, begging him not to force me to do deep throat. He didn't intend for me to do that, but he put his hand on my head, making him feel more in control.
Later, he was very satisfied, grabbing my hair and pulling it upwards slightly, signaling me to get up and kneel on the sofa. He then pulled me forcefully, making my heart skip a beat.
He entered me without waiting for me to prepare, this time using his right hand to grab my hair. Although it still felt a little awkward, I thought the position must look beautiful.
Our neighborhood is mostly inhabited by young people, and after nine in the morning, it's basically an empty building, so I excitedly made strange noises.
Each noise made my father extremely happy, so he thrust into me more frequently and forcefully, and my voice grew louder and louder. I felt that if anyone downstairs was there, they would probably be poking our floor with a mop.
At this moment, I heard some strange noises. I looked around alertly, but there was nothing there. The noises sounded like knocking, but I wasn't sure.
When the sound came a second time, Dad stopped and listened with me. It wasn't until the third time that we were sure it was knocking; the first two times it was just fingernails tapping on the door.
I was startled and asked Dad who it was. Dad said he had no idea, and then he actually shouted, "Who is it?!" I didn't expect him to shout like that.
Someone outside said, "Hello, Mr. Zhang? Your takeout!" "When did you order takeout?" I thought. Dad said it was when I was between his legs that he took out his phone and ordered takeout. Why isn't he following the script? Weren't we supposed to take a picture?!
Dad replied, "Coming!" He patted my bottom, and I hid in a blind spot in the living room. Dad wrapped his lower body in a towel, opened the door, and went to get the takeout. "
Enjoy your meal," the delivery guy said. When Dad came back, he said, "Oh dear, you scared me!" I laughed and jumped over, saying, "Sit down properly, I'm going to punish you!"
I sat on my dad's back, sliding back and forth, while he thrust wildly inside me. I don't know which thrust hit me, but I shuddered.
We stayed on until 12:30 before getting up to eat. Dad said the sofa was more comfortable than the bed. I said, "Even if it's comfortable, you didn't ejaculate!" He smiled and said, "Come help me." I said, "I washed my hands!"
Dad later ejaculated in my ashtray, with a feeling of "dust to dust, ashes to ashes." I urged him to wash his hands, and we ate spicy hot pot together.
After dinner, it was about 1:15. Dad said he was in a hurry and had to leave. I didn't say goodbye before he left.
I sat on the sofa, feeling empty inside, for reasons I couldn't explain. I applied some more ointment, read comics, and took a nap.
When I woke up, it was already past 5 pm. I told Dad I was hungry. He was at work, and he ordered fried chicken for me. I ate it happily.
After taking a bath that evening, I texted my dad, asking him to play PUBG with me. He replied, "You're playing PUBG at noon, PUBG in the afternoon, and you're going to play PUBG again tonight?! "
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