Horrifying Incestuous Relationship on Nanjing Road

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Back in his room upstairs, Xiao Chuan took off his wet pajamas, changed into clean ones, and crawled into bed, but couldn't fall asleep.
His penis was still hard.
He'd held back twice today, so it seemed he had to take care of it himself.
Leaning against the pillow, he stroked himself with his right hand, but his eyes fell on the large patch of his sister's vaginal fluid on his pajamas lying on the bench beside the bed, and his heart stirred again.
His sister was a standard beauty, not only pretty but also with a slender and alluring figure.
Although he hadn't seen her private parts, he'd touched them thoroughly, and they were so fresh and full, her labia tight, so attractive to men.
Coupled with her moist, sweet, and seductive charm, she was truly a natural enchantress, a fox spirit to the bone.
Usually, if he encountered a girl who wasn't even half as good as his sister, he wouldn't let her go.
But today, he'd been so resistant.
He couldn't help but admire his own self-control.
Then, a thought crossed his mind, and Xiao Chuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
My sister is such a wonderful girl, why can't I have her instead of letting other men enjoy her?
There's a saying: "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders!"
But this is incest!
Incest is always associated with sin.
The derogatory term "scoundrel" means someone's entire family is involved in such an act, worse than animals.
Can I bear that?
Then I remembered my sister wanting to be my wife, and I couldn't help but laugh.
If my sister really became my wife, would the child call me "Dad" or "Uncle"?
But that's easy enough, since both "Dad" and "Uncle" are elders. But what if she has a child with my mother? Would the child call me "Dad"
or "Brother"?
If "Brother," I'm clearly the father; if "Dad," we share the same mother, we were born from the same place!
Wouldn't that be a mess?
But it's better for my mother, since they're all her children.
What if his daughter Tingting grew up, and he committed incest with her again? Would the child born call him "Dad" or "Grandpa"?
His daughter would be even worse off; she would be his own child, yet also his sister-in-law…
Thinking of this, Xiao Chuan no longer felt guilty, but rather a strange thrill and excitement…
He vigorously rubbed his penis, as if he were having sex with his mother, sister, and daughter.
After a long while, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Breakfast the next day was dull; no one spoke.
Everyone harbored their own secrets, all looking like they hadn't slept enough.
Ai Lan kept her eyes downcast, not daring to look at her son.
Only Xiao Juan occasionally stole glances at her beloved brother.
Xiao Chuan tried his best to suppress looking at his mother and sister, as if looking at them would be an unspeakable desecration.
When he returned home that night, he didn't go to his sister's room.
This continued for several days.
He was afraid that if he went in, he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of incestuous thoughts.
Ai Lan also stopped pulling back her son's blankets.
She only went into his room to clean when he wasn't there.
Over the months, the family members spoke less and less to each other.
Xiao Juan looked particularly resentful.
Sundays, when their daughter Tingting came home, seemed like torture for Xiao Chuan.
His daughter was becoming more and more beautiful and adorable, and Xiao Chuan became increasingly hesitant to hold her.
It seemed his incestuous thoughts were even manifesting in his three- or four-year-old daughter.
Yet, his daughter constantly wanted her father to hold her.
Unable to suppress his lust, Xiao Chuan could only vent it on his lovers.
Miss Su from the newspaper office, needless to say, he would create opportunities to be alone with her almost every day, followed by frenzied intercourse.
Outside, in those small mansions, the mistresses of those tycoons, especially the third wife of a provincial governor in her thirties, felt that her young lover was becoming increasingly vigorous.
She was so pleased that she offered several times to use her substantial savings to help Xiao Chuan open a newspaper or start a business.
But only Xiao Chuan knew that he only sought sexual release with them.
No amount of sex games, no matter how beautiful the woman, could bring him the thrill and pleasure of that night with his mother and sister, a mere physical intimacy!
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It was the end of May in the blink of an eye, and business at the newspaper office was picking up.
The revolutionary army from the south kept advancing, and the revolutionaries in Shanghai were constantly causing trouble.
Social news was increasing, and the newspaper office was getting busier and busier.
Xiao Chuan naturally kept busy as well.
That day, he had just kissed Su Su at their usual spot, and before he could even slip his hand into her fragrant embrace, the phone outside, used only by newspaper staff, rang incessantly.
Helpless, he could only make a face at Su Su.
Su Su chuckled and pinched the hard spot on his trousers: "Quick, 'Luo Geli' is sending you to the army."
He kissed Su Su's pretty face again, then walked away reciting: "Clouds and rain, listening to the bell, I must go to my official post; riding
a horse, I'm like a tumbleweed..." Before he could finish the vulgar "Damn it..."
he heard Editor-in-Chief Luo's urgent voice: "Quick! Quick! Xiao Zhang... grab that 'Leica' and come to 'Sincere'! Quickly..."
"What's the matter? Why the rush?"
A commotion and Editor-in-Chief Luo's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm at the East Railway Station! Did you hear that? Something big has happened... The demonstration has already started... I heard that all the factories and schools in Shanghai are going to participate... There might even be a strike... The demonstration must go to Nanjing Road... Get a good spot there, I'll come find you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone was cut off, probably snatched by another reporter.
Upon hearing of this major event, Xiao Chuan's journalistic instincts kicked in, and he immediately jumped up, opened the cabinet, grabbed his German Leica camera, and tried to run out.
The quick-thinking Su Su grabbed him: "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"
"Something big has happened! There's going to be a demonstration on Nanjing Road soon. I have to go!"
"Oh dear, a demonstration on Nanjing Road? The foreigners in the Municipal Council will definitely suppress it. Take this, in case those foreign devils 'search' you and confiscate your camera."
(Note: The Municipal Council was a municipal administration body established by foreigners within the Shanghai International Settlement.) Xiao Chuan looked at it and saw that it was a special pass from the Municipal Council that the resourceful Editor-in-Chief Luo had obtained, granting him access to any checkpoint in the Settlement, even the main building of the racecourse, which was only open to foreigners.
Xiao Chuan was overjoyed, hugged Su Su, kissed her, and ran downstairs.
Sure enough, the Chinese shops on Nanjing Road were all closing their shutters.
Xiao Chuan stopped a shop assistant who was closing the shop and asked...
The shop assistant told him that the Japanese factory manager of Shenxin Textile Factory had shot and killed several Chinese workers, and the boss had received a notice from the Shanghai Chinese Chamber of Commerce to go on strike in protest.
At this time, crowds began to gather under the overpasses of Sincere, Wing On, and Bao Da Xiang, all craning their necks to watch the racecourse on Yuqiaqing Road (now Xizang Road) (now People's Square).
Xiao Chuan jumped onto a waste bin, grabbed his camera, and seized a high vantage point.
Soon, he heard bursts of slogans coming from the Daxin Company, followed by an endless stream of banners, slogans, and flags slowly appearing along with the slogans.
Xiao Chuan stood on one foot on the waste bin, hooked one hand on the street lamp above his head, and held his camera in one hand, taking pictures of the protesting crowd, the tightly closed iron gates of the shops, and the bustling Nanjing Road.
Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw the smiling face of Editor-in-Chief Luo wearing tortoiseshell round glasses.
"Haha, a general is indeed a general. You even managed to snag such a good spot."
After a few pleasantries, the two began their tense interview.
The marching procession was more than halfway through when Editor-in-Chief Luo suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, something's wrong!"
"What is it?"
"Why isn't there a single policeman on Nanjing Road today! It seems the Municipal Council might be planning a crackdown!"
Xiao Chuan was a little puzzled: "There are so many people today. Besides, in the past, marches were always peaceful."
Editor-in-Chief Luo's glasses gleamed coldly: "In the past, marches were all against warlords, for democracy; it was all our own business. Foreign devils didn't care about our affairs. This time is different. This time, it's the Japanese devils who have caused trouble, provoking public anger. The marchers are chanting 'Down with imperialism,' which has offended the Western devils of the Municipal Council. Don't be fooled by
the fact that the Japanese and Western devils are usually at odds; now they're all in cahoots..." Before he could finish speaking, gunshots and the sound of horses' hooves rang out from the Bund.
Nanjing Road was instantly thrown into chaos.
The marchers at the front retreated like a tide, while those at the back continued to move forward.
The crowd surged forward, turning into a chaotic mess.
Onlookers along the street rushed towards the side streets, while unsuspecting onlookers continued to push forward.
Ahead, the sounds of gunfire and horses' hooves grew closer, mingling with cries and screams.
In the distance, one could see columns of cavalry charging forward, bayonets fixed, firing; the red turbans of the Indians and the straw helmets of the Annamese were clearly visible.
Near the "San Yang Sheng" general store, apparently out of ammunition, a British officer gave the order, and the Indian soldiers dismounted, bayonets raised, and began stabbing the demonstrators.
The procession had long since dispersed, and people fled towards side streets like Guangxi Road.
But with so many people and such narrow roads, escape was slow.
Those at the back engaged in combat with the foreign soldiers.
Xiao Chuan and the editor-in-chief remained until the very end, filming the "International Merchant Corps" massacring the demonstrators with a Leica and a Chase camera.
(Note: The Shanghai International Merchant Corps was a private armed force of foreigners in the Shanghai International Settlement, owned by the Shanghai International Merchants Association, and operated as a mercenary force.)
"Enough, let's go. Don't let those Indians drag us into this."
Editor-in-Chief Luo pulled Xiao Chuan along and began to retreat.
Just as they were about to turn, Xiao Chuan suddenly saw a familiar back and immediately stopped.
"Hurry up, why did you stop? Danger!"
Editor-in-Chief Luo shouted urgently from ahead.
"Oh no! It's my sister!"
Xiao Chuan handed the camera to Editor-in-Chief Luo and ran towards the arcade of 'Hengdeli'.
Editor-in-Chief Luo stamped his foot and followed.
At this moment, Xiao Juan was helping a female classmate who had twisted her ankle, limping forward, while an Indian soldier wearing a red headscarf chased after them, yelling.
Suddenly, the female classmate stumbled and fell to the ground, dragging Xiao Juan down with her.
The Indian soldier seized the opportunity and raised his bayonet to stab Xiao Juan.
Xiao Juan instinctively dodged, but the bayonet veered to the side and pierced the shoulder of her female classmate.
A piercing scream rang out, and a spurt of blood shot out as the bayonet was pulled out.
Xiao Juan screamed in terror.
The Indian soldier raised the bloodied bayonet and plunged it down towards Xiao Juan's chest again.
Xiao Juan could no longer dodge and closed her eyes, awaiting death.
Just then, a roar erupted, and Xiao Chuan arrived.
Seeing the scene, his eyes turned red. He stepped forward and kicked the Indian soldier, causing him to stumble, and the bayonet was removed from Xiao Juan's chest.
"Brother..."
Xiao Juan screamed.
Hearing this, Xiao Chuan's heart pounded with fear. He rushed forward to help his younger sister and the injured female classmate up.
At this moment, the Indian soldier turned around, yelling, and thrust his rifle at Xiao Chuan.
Xiao Chuan quickly blocked his sister, sidestepping and grabbing the barrel of the rifle behind the bayonet with both hands.
The Indian soldier roared and forcefully pressed the gun towards Xiao Chuan inch by inch.
Xiao Chuan wasn't as strong as the man, and his arms gradually bent, the bayonet tip only inches from his chest.
He could have easily used his strength to fling the spear aside, using the momentum to send the Indian soldier sprawling.
But behind him was his younger sister, Xiao Juan; he couldn't let her face the potential harm of the bayonet, even if it meant death.
Just then, Editor-in-Chief Luo arrived.
Holding up a gold-embossed card, he shouted at the Indian soldier in English, "If you don't stop, I'll report you to the British consul!"
This was the pass that granted direct access to the main box of the racecourse.
The Indian soldier recognized its value; he knew that only a very few high-ranking Chinese held such passes.
And those Chinese did indeed wield considerable influence over the consuls.
So he relaxed, said 'sorry' to Editor-in-Chief Luo, glared at Xiao Chuan, and ran off.
Xiao Chuan and Editor-in-Chief Luo quickly helped the two girls up and ran away.
The rickshaw was nowhere to be found.
And both girls were in very bad shape.
Although Xiao Juan's classmate had received simple bandaging, blood was still flowing from her shoulder.
Xiao Juan, though not seriously injured, was covered in blood and, like her classmate, was in a state of mental confusion.
When they finally arrived at Ciguang Hospital, they found it filled with injured people.
Editor-in-Chief Luo took the girl to the emergency room, while Xiao Chuan took his sister home.
In the rickshaw, Xiao Juan, still dazed and trembling, clung to her brother, murmuring his name and letting out occasional screams.
Xiao Chuan held his sister tightly, cursing the foreign devils and Indian bastards a thousand times, while constantly comforting his sister who had just been through a life-or-death situation.
By the time they were almost home, Xiao Juan's condition had improved considerably.

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