My beloved daughter-in-law is like a dream

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"Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream"

[Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (1-4)

Chapter 1 Autumn.

The weather in Northeast China is like this; it's only just past October, and it's already freezing cold. The strong north wind is harsher than a knife, and the frozen, black earth is harder than iron.

Every year at this time, the people of Northeast China begin their annual winter hibernation. The fertile black soil, almost dripping with oil, provides them with a good harvest for the year. Even if they do nothing all winter, like a bear hiding in a tree hole, they never have to worry about food.

It was a rare sunny day. Su Zhijun sat on the cement ground in his yard, carrying bundles of dried bean stalks and corn stalks into the woodshed next to the gate. Although his family had natural gas from Russia, he, born in the 1960s, still preferred the large kang (heated brick bed) heated by these natural firewood.

In his mind, winter and the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) were inseparable, just like the rainy days and chocolate advertised on TV. He felt that not being able to sleep on his own warm, scorching kang in winter was worse than the end of the world.

"Dad, stop what you're doing, have an apple first,"

a sweet voice said beside him. Looking up, he saw a petite and beautiful figure standing before him.

It was his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting. Although not tall—even in heels, she was definitely no more than 1.6 meters—her small, exquisite body was perfectly proportioned, like a willow swaying by a pond in spring, her beauty beyond description.

Today, she wore a white blouse with floral patterns on the chest, paired with a red and black checkered chenille skirt. Her slender, shapely legs were tightly encased in light flesh-colored leggings, the high slit in the skirt constantly stimulating Su Zhijun's visual senses.

She had a sweet and lovely baby face, and when she smiled, two adorable dimples would appear on her cheeks. Her long, waist-length hair was neatly tied into a single ponytail, gleaming healthily in the sunlight.

Su Zhijun felt a stirring in his heart, and he unconsciously recalled a saying his comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, had once said: "Tall women are suitable for lying on the bed, while short women are suitable for being held on one's lap and played with."

Thinking of his comrade's risqué jokes, Su Zhijun felt a surge of heat. His wife had been dead for almost three years, and in those three years, his desires had been like a flood blocked by a dam. Even seeing slightly inappropriate scenes on television could ignite a powerful surge of desire.

Shaking his head vigorously, trying his best to suppress the thoughts in his heart, Su Zhijun sighed heavily and reached out to take the apple that Shu Ting handed him.

Because of her regular skincare routine and lack of physical labor, her hands were slender and white, and through her fair, jade-like skin, one could clearly see the light blue veins hidden beneath.

Such a woman was beautiful, but frankly, she wasn't Su Zhijun's ideal daughter-in-law. Rural people value fertility; when choosing a woman, she had to have a large bottom, round breasts, and most importantly, be tall—only then would their offspring not be short and stocky.

Crucially, this woman wasn't from Northeast China, but from a water town in southern China. Could she really adapt to life in this impoverished and harsh place?

This was the intersection of the Greater Khingan Mountains and the Changbai Mountains, where fertile black soil was concentrated on relatively gentle slopes, with distant primeval forests nearby. Due to its remoteness, the village was sparsely populated, making the land resources exceptionally abundant.

The Su family was the wealthiest family in the village. After years of free land reclamation, Su Zhijun owned over 300 mu of land, earning around a million yuan annually just from corn farming. Having become rich, he built a two-story house, and gave his surplus money to his brother-in-law in the county town to start a transportation fleet specializing in industrial transport.

After graduating from university, his son, not wanting to return to farming, worked in Beijing for three years. During those three years, he secretly married Shu Ting, his then-wife, without her knowledge.

Beijing was developed, but not everyone could afford it. His son and daughter-in-law seemed to have a good income, but even if they didn't eat or drink, their combined salaries couldn't buy a single square meter of housing.

Ultimately, the son developed stomach problems due to stress and overwork. This serious illness made him realize his bleak future in Beijing, and after being discharged from the hospital, he took his wife back to the land that had nurtured him for over twenty years.

He'd always been a very career-driven young man. As soon as he got home, he went to the county town to see his uncle. The two hit it off immediately, and he stayed with the truck team to help develop new business. Within six months, the team was thriving.

The only regret was that his daughter-in-law, Shuting, had suffered. She'd supposedly worked in HR in Beijing—a high-end profession, which Old Su considered utterly outrageous. He really didn't know where else on this black soil she could be of any use.

Since her previous work experience was useless, she had to stay home. Fortunately, the Su family was large and didn't need her. The conditions at the truck team were tough, and her son couldn't bear to see her suffer with him, so he left her with Old Su, who could also help take care of him—a win-win situation.

"Dad—time for fruit!"

Seeing Old Su silent, Shuting coaxed him, her small, white hand grabbing his rough hand and swaying it rhythmically.

This girl, even though she's married, still retains the same innocent and adorable nature she had when she was a young girl. She loves to act coquettishly in front of him.

"Okay, okay, have some fruit."

Shu Ting's coquettish voice brought Old Su back from his past memories. He smiled and took the apple she offered, taking a big bite.

"Dad, the seasons are changing soon, eat more fruit so you don't get a sore throat."

Shu Ting's smile was particularly beautiful; her lovely oval face was fair and delicate, with a pair of incredibly cute dimples. Even someone with a heart of stone would likely be unconsciously captivated by her.

Because the weather had turned cold, Shu Ting, who had lived in the south for many years, had already changed into a white turtleneck sweater, paired with a pink snowflake wool cocoon-style trench coat.

However, because girls love beauty, Shu Ting only wore black sheer pantyhose, through which her fair and shapely legs were clearly visible.

Over her pantyhose, Shu Ting wore a beige skirt suit with black spots. Although the style of the outfit was simple, it perfectly showcased her dignified elegance combined with a playful charm.

Looking at the elfin-like Shu Ting, Su Zhijun couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Northeast China is a nurturing place; as long as you are hardworking and strong, the resources bestowed by heaven are enough to ensure a prosperous life without worries about food and clothing.

However, while enjoying this abundance, the thing that troubled Su Zhijun most was probably the matter at home.

His wife has been dead for almost three years now. Only he knows the loneliness and hardship of living alone for these three years.

He still struts around like a strong bull, standing at 1.9 meters tall with muscles harder than iron. Even a grown man wouldn't be able to match his stature.

Such a strong body, yet lacking the nourishment of a woman, makes the suffering unimaginable.

Because of this, Su Zhijun is like a bull in heat (local dialect: referring to mating season). He won't rest until he's stared intently at any woman, regardless of her looks, with bloodshot eyes.

To avoid trouble, Su Zhijun tries to find things to do to expend his excess energy: farming, hunting, playing cards, chess, and recently, even learning to use a computer to chat with his former comrades on QQ and play chess online.

Although his days were indeed filled with trivial matters, every night, a fire still burned in his heart. From the moment he went to bed until he woke up the next morning, his enormous penis remained rock hard.

Su Zhijun was absolutely certain that what he was talking about was a horse's penis, because he had made a real comparison.

Back in the army, because of his good skills and marksmanship, he had served as a bodyguard for his superiors.

At that time, conditions in the army were not very good. Officers below the regimental level generally did not have vehicles and instead used horses. As the regimental commander's confidant, the job of serving the horse fell to Su Zhijun.

Because he was often ridiculed for having a horse's penis, Su Zhijun one night simply compared his long thing to the commander's steed.

The result of the comparison was that his thing was even longer than a horse's penis by a finger joint. Not only in length, but even the glans, as large as a duck egg, was almost the same thickness as a horse's penis.

"Dad, eat slowly."

Su Zhijun was jolted from his past memories by Shu Ting's soft voice. A little embarrassed, he lowered his head and quickly finished the apple in his hand.

"Dad, she personally cooked our Sichuan specialty, Mao Xue Wang! Come and try her cooking!"

Shu Ting smiled, took Su Zhijun's hand, and skipped and hopped like a bird soaring through the sky to the dining room.

Chapter Two: Incest.

The copper pot on the alcohol stove steamed, the bright red broth mixed with various tripe and vegetables, emitting an enticing aroma.

Su Zhijun ate, sweating profusely, constantly praising his daughter-in-law's cooking. The fatigue of the day seemed to disappear along with the delicious food.

"Dad, eat more! It's so cold. Eat more hot and spicy food so your body doesn't accumulate yin energy,"

Shu Ting urged Su Zhijun, her delicate, white hands constantly placing cooked food into his bowl. Her gentle and virtuous demeanor reminded him so much of his deceased wife.

Su Zhijun felt a warmth in his heart, eating heartily the meat and vegetables in his bowl. As he ate, he kept praising his wife's excellent cooking skills and thoughtfulness. He wondered what good fortune his son had accumulated in his past life to marry such a sensible wife.

Shu Ting blushed at Su Zhijun's praise, her snow-white hands resting nervously on her knees.

"Dad, they're not as good as you say. To be honest, Haoming doesn't like these things. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have anywhere to show off my skills."

His son had been spoiled since childhood. Besides studying, his health was extremely weak, and he was incredibly picky about food. He wouldn't even bother to look at many common vegetables in the market.

Because of his weak spleen and stomach, the little guy was particularly averse to spicy food. Every time he ate it, he would have diarrhea for two or three days. There was nothing Old Su could do; he was born with a love for spicy food, so when eating with him, he could only try to avoid eating spicy food. Even if he did eat it, he could only prepare a jar of fried chili oil for flavor.

Old Su ate the meal quite comfortably. With at least half a jin of liquor with each meal, a flush of drunkenness immediately appeared on Old Su's dark face.

Following his usual routine, every day after lunch, he would return to his room and play a game of chess on the computer with his old comrade-in-arms. After digesting his food, he would lie down on the bed for an hour, and the alcohol would naturally wear off.

"Dad, go to sleep. Leave the table cleaning and dishwashing to me,"

Shu Ting volunteered to Old Su.

Old Su nodded in satisfaction. Initially, he had strongly opposed his daughter-in-law's marriage because of her height. However, after spending nearly a month together, he found that his daughter-in-law was not only beautiful and dignified but also gentle and sensible, always helping him with housework without hesitation. Unconsciously, he had developed a deep affection for her.

However, today, his old comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, did not appear on the computer as promised; his QQ avatar was grayed out.

Bored, Old Su simply used the method he had just learned from his daughter-in-law to enter Xiucai's personal space.

To his great annoyance, that damned old man had actually password-protected his space.

"At your age, still spouting the same old nonsense. Think you can hide the contents just because you set a stupid password?"

With a disdainful snort, Old Su expertly typed in a string of numbers.

As partners from decades ago, he and Xiucai had played similar games countless times.

Back then, Xiucai was a political instructor in the army, his partner being the regimental commander.

Xiucai was always a bit eccentric, carefully locking away supposedly top-secret documents from above in a safe.

However, he had a flaw: his six-digit passwords were always predictable. His partner, Su Zhijun, loved to secretly crack Xiucai's passwords and open the safe.

Xiucai had lost his temper with him countless times over this, even threatening to send him to court, but he remained undeterred.

However, the scholar's password this time was indeed quite secretive. Old Su tried several of the scholar's usual passwords, but none of them worked.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Old Su, and he remembered the mailbox number the scholar used when corresponding with his wife.

This mailbox number was also six digits long, and the scholar liked to use it in his letters and family-related documents.

Su Zhijun entered the password, and the scholar's QQ space immediately appeared before him. At the very top was a video.

Su Zhijun clicked on the video, and the content shocked him so much that he could hardly close his mouth.

In a dimly lit bedroom, the scholar sat naked on the bed, and on top of him, a naked woman was wildly twisting her waist, her joyful moans filling the air.

"Dad, she's absolutely gorgeous! Give her to me, give her to me, give her to me now!"

The woman looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, the most alluring and beautiful time of a woman's life. She had a slender figure, her skin was fair and translucent like flawless white jade, her waist was incredibly thin, and her long, flowing hair swayed like willow branches in the wind, rhythmically matching the scholar's frenzied movements.

Watching the scholar, under the woman's tenderness, become like a tireless pile driver, Su Zhijun suddenly felt the effects of the alcohol rising in his head, his whole body burning with heat, and he quickly turned off the video.

Although the video was off, the scenes in it continued to flash through Su Zhijun's mind like a movie, making his mouth dry and his penis almost bursting out of his pants. After

panting heavily for a while, Su Zhijun finally came to his senses, rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes, and continued watching the scholar's social media.

Aside from the video, Xiucai's social media profile was almost entirely filled with textual records, detailing his feelings as he spoke. As

Old Su carefully read Xiucai's posts, he grew increasingly horrified, until finally, the smell of alcohol mingled with the sweat pouring from his brow.

This old man, Xiucai, was not only having an affair with a young woman, but what was even more unbelievable was that this young woman was actually his own daughter-in-law!

Even at his age, Xiucai couldn't shake his habit of recording everything in writing, like a diary. The entire process of his affair with his daughter-in-law was documented in his posts; it's no exaggeration to say that Xiucai's posts were essentially a living history of incest between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Looking at those obscene records, Old Su felt his breathing become heavier than an ox's, and he could clearly hear his heart pounding.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, a thought suddenly flashed into Old Su's mind that he wouldn't normally dare to even consider.

Following the method his son had taught him for creating TXT ebooks, Old Su copied the scholar's notes, from morning to night, into a document file on his computer. Then, he plugged his phone into a USB cable and copied the documents to his phone.

He usually enjoyed reading old books, whether it was "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" or red classics like "The Red Lantern" and "Red Crag," he never tired of them, almost to the point of being inseparable from them.

His son, Haoming, also felt that his room was cluttered with books, so he simply copied them all into his phone. To avoid constantly bothering his son, Old Su eventually learned how to copy the books into his phone from him.

Lying on his bed, Old Su held his phone, carefully reading this history of incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, his emotions unconsciously reaching a peak.

The scholar, a man of letters, possessed an almost superb command of language. His descriptions of the intimate moments between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law were vivid and lifelike. Even though Old Su's head was somewhat clouded by the smell of alcohol, he still felt as if he were there.

His penis, fueled by suppressed lust, had reached its peak, painfully constricted by his tight pants.

Having reached his limit, he decided to stop holding back. He quickly pulled down his pants, his rough hands grasping his already erect penis, and began to stroke it vigorously.

Feeling his penis nearing its limit in his hand, Su Zhijun closed his eyes, and an incredibly erotic image involuntarily appeared in his mind.

A petite and lovely body, with skin as white and translucent as a perfect jade sculpture, so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it, straddled him, wildly writhing her hips.

The beauty's skin was smooth and delicate, and her peach garden entrance was already dripping wet. As his penis thrust in like a spear, the tender, tight opening enveloped his glans, which was almost as thick as a duck egg, without any gaps. Her delicate body, seemingly unable to withstand the onslaught, swayed wildly like a willow in a storm.

The more he recalled the scholar's words in his mind, the more real this feeling became. Finally, Old Su could no longer endure it, and a thick stream of semen, reeking of alcohol, gushed out with the movement of his hand.

Perhaps because his penis was so large, even though Old Su was almost sixty years old, the amount of semen he ejaculated was many times greater than that of an average person. The amount of semen ejaculated at once was enough to fill half an enamel teacup.

With the eruption of the thick semen, Old Su's body collapsed weakly onto the bed, and a charming yet mischievous face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Chapter Three: The Gap.

The thought that the pretty face belonged to his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting, sent a shiver down his spine. The smell of alcohol on his body vanished instantly.

"You old lecher! What are you thinking? That's your daughter-in-law, your own daughter-in-law!"

He slapped himself hard across the face, cursing himself inwardly, his heart filled with guilt towards his daughter-in-law and shame for his shameful thoughts.

"Dad, are you asleep? I saw you drank a bit too much at noon, so I made you some tea."

His daughter-in-law's gentle, sweet voice rang out just then at the door. Hearing this, Old Su felt even more ashamed, and the sinful thoughts from before quietly resurfaced.

His daughter-in-law was sweet and pure-looking, and so gentle and generous. If he had been born twenty years later, he might have even had a good fight with his son over her.

"Dad, are you asleep?"

His daughter-in-law's sweet and charming voice rang out again, like a spring breeze, wildly stirring Old Su's long-dormant desires.

He discovered that his recently roused penis had become erect again upon hearing his daughter-in-law's voice.

To cover his embarrassment, Old Su quickly grabbed the quilt from the other side of the kang (heated brick bed) and completely covered himself before speaking in a muffled voice,

"Okay, come in."

Hearing Old Su's voice, Shu Ting pushed open the door with her snow-white hands and entered carrying a tea tray.

The afternoon weather was still very hot. Shu Ting had changed out of her sweater and leggings and was now wearing a snow-white casual shirt with lace detailing on the upper arms and neckline, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. Paired with a printed short skirt, she looked every bit the elegant yet graceful fairy.

Old Su swallowed hard, his throat dry. The penis he had finally managed to calm down was now erect again.

"The liquor was too strong today. I'm a little dizzy and need to lie down for a while. You should leave now."

To avoid his daughter-in-law seeing him in such a state, Old Su could only stiffly try to shoo her out of the room.

"Dad, you're not young anymore, and the grain liquor from Northeast China is very strong. In the future, please drink less."

Shu Ting gently comforted him, her kind demeanor reminding Old Su of his deceased wife.

How long ago it had been, his wife had been just as gentle as Shu Ting, softly advising him against doing things bad for his health.

Unfortunately, his stubborn nature had always caused her pain, and only after she finally succumbed to illness and passed away did he realize how much he had wronged her over the years.

In that instant, Old Su suddenly felt that Shu Ting and his deceased wife seemed to completely overlap.

"Don't worry, I will never drink again,"

Old Su said to Shu Ting, each word a vow he would never break.

"Dad, look at you, the older you get, the more childish you become,"

Shu Ting said, thinking he was being stubborn. She quickly placed the tea tray in front of Old Su, half-coquettishly, half-reproachfully, and sat down beside him.

Perhaps due to his early military background, Old Su possessed a natural, imposing authority, which, combined with his robust physique, instilled in Shu Ting a natural fear of him.

Because of this, Shu Ting, who naturally had a playful, childlike nature, would often speak to him in a coquettish, girlish voice when he frowned, which would immediately soften Old Su's expression.

However, after living with him for a while, Shu Ting discovered that her father-in-law doted on her like a little daughter, and acting coquettishly in front of him became a habit. Her

soft body gently rested against Old Su's legs, her delicate frame nestled like a cat against his lap covered by a blanket.

"Little girl, Dad wasn't joking; it's the truth,"

Old Su said, affectionately stroking Shu Ting's smooth, silky hair, a hint of sadness unconsciously creeping into his voice.

"To be honest, your mother and I argued countless times about drinking when she was alive. It was all my fault for being so weak; I just couldn't control my mouth."

"Dad, the past is the past. The most important thing for us now is to look forward. There's a long road ahead. Even if Mom is gone, you still have me."

Shu Ting reached out her small, snow-white hand and gently stroked Old Su's stubble-covered face, a thin layer of mist clouding her bright eyes.

Her hand was soft, like a willow branch swaying gently in the spring breeze, completely enveloping Old Su in a deep fog.

He slowly closed his eyes, a faint fragrance filling his nostrils. Old Su knew this fragrance came from his daughter-in-law.

Feeling the softness of Shu Ting's jade-like hand and smelling her fragrance, Old Su's manhood once again uncontrollably swelled to its limit. His heart, empty after the effects of alcohol, felt as if a raging fire was burning within it.

The fire burned ever brighter, eventually overwhelming Old Su with desire. He recklessly pulled Shu Ting's soft, delicate body into his arms, pressing his old face tightly against her smooth, delicate cheek, rubbing it frantically.

"Girl, you're so good."

"Dad, I know Mom's gone, and you're suffering. After all, we've been married for so many years. From now on, if you have anything that's bothering you, just tell me."

Kind-hearted Shu Ting assumed he was just drunk and inexplicably missing his deceased wife. She quickly reached out and hugged his neck, nestling her body against his chest, softly comforting him.

As his daughter-in-law's body embraced him, Old Su clearly felt his previously softened member rise again, seemingly about to break free of his physical limitations and explode completely. The alcohol that had accumulated in his body was fermenting wildly, as if it would turn into a raging fire, burning him to ashes.

To alleviate the pain, Old Su rested his head on Shu Ting's shoulder, shamelessly inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. His enormous penis rubbed heavily against her firm, pert buttocks through the quilt covering them.

"Dad...you..."

Shu Ting sensed the strangeness in Old Su's genitals, her pretty face flushing crimson with embarrassment. She wrapped her snow-white arms tightly around Old Su's body, her breasts, though not large, were perfectly round and full of elasticity, rubbing against Old Su's strong chest.

Old Su's desire was completely released by her friction. Without a word, he pressed Shu Ting's delicate body down beneath him, his rough hands frantically rubbing against her thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings.

"I want it, I want it..."

Old Su shouted wildly, his calloused hands tearing a huge rip in Shu Ting's thin, sheer flesh-colored stockings.

"Dad, what are you trying to do? I'm your daughter-in-law!"

Shu Ting cried out in panic, frantically pushing away Old Su's large hand. Clutching her torn pantyhose, she sobbed and ran out the door, leaving Old Su alone in the room, stunned.

The alcohol in his body had turned into hot sweat, seeping out through his pores. Old Su's mind became incredibly clear, and an indescribable, deep remorse made him slap himself hard across the face.

Su Zhijun, Su Zhijun, how could you be so foolish? Shu Ting, as a daughter-in-law, was cheerful, gentle, generous, mischievous, sensible, and filial—she possessed almost all the virtues a good daughter-in-law should have. How could you do such a heinous thing to such a good woman?

As a well-known wealthy man in the surrounding villages, Old Su was also a highly respected figure. He enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped and held in high esteem. If such a shameful affair were to spread, he truly didn't know how he would face those around him.

Filled with guilt and fear, Old Su hid in his room all afternoon, too ashamed to face anyone. Several times, he wanted to knock on Shu Ting's door, apologize, and explain what had happened that day. But each time he got up, he was shocked to find that he genuinely didn't know what to say to Shu Ting.

Time passed quickly, and it was dinnertime. Old Su was anxiously thinking of a way to explain the situation to Shu Ting when Shu Ting's gentle, comforting voice rang out from the doorway.

"Dad, you're not feeling well, so I specially made you a fish soup to help you sober up, using our southern cooking method. Please eat it while it's hot."

Shu Ting's voice sounded a little hoarse, clearly carrying a forced calm as she tried to smooth things over.

Old Su was overjoyed. It seemed that Shu Ting was truly understanding; she knew he didn't want that shameful matter to be exposed, and judging from her appearance, she was clearly trying to restore their relationship.

"Shu Ting, you are such a virtuous and good girl. With you taking care of me, I think your mother-in-law's spirit in heaven would feel extremely gratified."

Hearing Shu Ting's kind voice, Old Su's heart was filled with deep guilt and gratitude, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"Girl, don't worry, Dad promises you, even if I die, I will never let you suffer any harm."

This was Old Su's promise, and also his guarantee to his daughter-in-law.

"Dad, the alcohol here in Northeast China is too strong. For your own health, you should..."

Shu Ting didn't finish her sentence, but Old Su clearly understood what she meant. She was afraid that he would lose control again while drunk and do something improper to her.

"Don't worry, girl, Dad promises you, I will never drink again."

Su Zhijun solemnly assured Shu Ting.

Chapter Four: Inner Demons.

What could have become gossip passed by uneventfully, and the lives between Old Su and Shu Ting remained as peaceful as ever.

However, Old Su's heart was no longer at peace. Although he had promised Shu Ting he would stop drinking, and he had truly put that promise into practice, the articles and videos about incest in Xiucai's QQ space were like a sharp chisel, carving a huge hole in Old Su's seemingly solidified heart.

Desire is like a flood held back by a dam; once the dam breaks, the floodwaters surge in like a ferocious beast, ultimately destroying the entire dam.

Every night, Old Su would hide in his room and read Xiucai's writings about his affair with his daughter-in-law. The undisguised sweetness, the thrill of incest—the fear of being discovered yet the incomparably sweet excitement—was like an incredibly tempting drug, drawing Old Su's heart deep into its clutches.

As Old Su became increasingly obsessed with the incestuous relationship between the scholar and his daughter-in-law, he found himself developing an inexplicable attachment to her. This attachment was mirrored by a desire that had lain dormant in his heart for countless years, like a wild beast lurking in the night, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Shu Ting was beautiful. Though not tall, she was curvaceous, with a shapely figure and shapely legs. Her legs, though not long, were exquisitely curved, perfectly showcasing her alluring curves whether she wore trousers, pantyhose, or stockings. The phrase "beautiful even with heavy makeup" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Not only did Shu Ting have a great figure, but her delicate and adorable doll-like face was also incredibly charming. Paired with a pair of small but round and bouncy breasts, she was truly a perfect angel, embodying both cuteness and allure.

The scholar's incestuous diary seemed to possess an irresistible allure. The more Old Su read, the deeper his desire for Shu Ting grew. Eventually, even his sexual fantasies, dormant for countless years, began to resurface.

In his dreams, Shu Ting, dressed in incredibly seductive clothes, swayed her hips alluringly before him, smiling coquettishly as he removed her clothes piece by piece. She would then half-heartedly be pushed onto the bed, where he would wantonly ravage her with his enormous penis.

Each time Old Su awoke from these erotic dreams, his blankets were always soaked with sweat. His body seemed to possess an inexhaustible well of energy, and each ejaculation produced a small bowlful of semen.

To prevent Shu Ting from discovering his embarrassing secret, Old Su bought zippered duvet covers and laid two extra sheets under him, changing them frequently. Then, when Shu Ting wasn't looking, he would take them to the outside washroom, wash them in the automatic washing machine, and secretly hang them in his room to dry.

One morning, after another nocturnal emission, a wicked thought suddenly formed in Old Su's mind.

This scholar, who had always been his strategist, often proved incredibly effective when following the scholar's advice during his time in the army.

Since the scholar's method had successfully won over his daughter-in-law, why couldn't he imitate the scholar's approach and achieve the same thing with his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting?

Old Su was never one to procrastinate; once he made a decision, he acted swiftly and decisively. In just half an hour, he had meticulously organized the scholar's incestuous notes, writing each point in detail with a fountain pen into a brand-new black hardcover notebook.

As a former regimental commander who had led troops in Vietnam, he seemed to have reverted to his old ways, meticulously listing battle plans in his notebook before each campaign, and then implementing the strategies outlined therein.

For Lao Su, this was the battle plan and strategy, and possessing Shu Ting, both emotionally and physically, was his ultimate goal.

However, the thought of Shu Ting as his daughter-in-law, such a filial and adorable girl, and most terrifyingly, incest—something absolutely intolerable to society—made him realize that if discovered, not only himself but his entire family would be utterly destroyed.

For the first time, Lao Su stared at his carefully laid-out strategic objectives, caught in a dilemma.

Ultimately, his reason prevailed over his desire, and he locked the drafted plan away in a drawer of his old rosewood desk.

But ever since he had that battle plan, Lao Su's heart remained restless. Even though the plan was locked away, he couldn't help but launch an offensive against Shu Ting.

The first principle of the battle: to win a woman's heart, you must make her feel close to you and completely accept your lifestyle. If there's anything about your lifestyle that she dislikes, you must immediately and completely change it.

Shu Ting was very filial and kind. Apart from that incident, her relationship with Lao Su was generally pleasant and harmonious.

However, Lao Su knew very well that as a girl who grew up in the city, Shu Ting always preferred a clean and tidy living environment, and rural life could never truly satisfy her.

To get her to accept his lifestyle, Lao Su went to great lengths.

He reluctantly gave away all the tobacco and grain liquor he had smoked and drunk for years to his neighbor, Chen Laogou. When his cravings for cigarettes and alcohol became unbearable, he would chew on two pieces of chewing gum that Shu Ting had specially prepared for him. Although he eventually felt the urge to drink, he could only silently swallow his saliva when he saw Shu Ting's beautiful face.

To prevent Shu Ting from feeling that the house was dirty, Lao Su spent his life savings to renovate his two-story house inside and out. He installed a huge hot water boiler in the yard and converted the two small outbuildings in the yard into a bathroom and a flush toilet, complete with a ceramic toilet.

Although this cost Old Su nearly a year's worth of savings, seeing his daughter-in-law happily tidying up the house every day filled him with immense joy, like he'd eaten honey—truly sweet to the heart.

Time flew by, and early winter arrived. After a heavy snowfall, everyone in Northeast China began preparing for the winter.

The fertile black soil of Northeast China provided the villagers with an inexhaustible supply of grain, various vegetables, and abundant ingredients. As long as they stocked up on all the daily necessities needed for winter before the next heavy snowfall, they could comfortably spend the entire winter on their warm heated kang beds.

October 15th was market day in town. Those selling all sorts of goods knew perfectly well that these were the best days to make money, so they set up their stalls early, their shelves overflowing with a dazzling array of merchandise.

Old Su got up especially early, donned his fur coat, and drove his Steyr truck through the misty morning fog towards the town market.

Shu Ting sat beside him. Today, she had deliberately worn a snow-white, belted down jacket with a stylish white fur collar. Her slender waist, fitted long sleeves, and light blue woolen hat made her look like a college student—pure to the point of being indistinguishable from innocent.

Despite the cold weather, Shu Ting had taken the principle of "beauty at the cost of the cold" to the extreme, wearing only light gray leggings. The curves of her legs were perfectly displayed before Old Su's eyes, her snow-white skin constantly stimulating his gaze through the thin leggings.

Looking at the pretty young woman sitting beside him, Old Su felt a surge of desire. His eyes kept glancing at her beautiful legs, then he would quickly turn his face away as if stung by a bee.

Thus, with ulterior motives, he and Shu Ting arrived at the market. Old Su's penis remained stiff the whole way, and even though he always boasted of his sturdiness, he still felt a bit of backache.

Seeing the bustling crowd at the market, Shu Ting's previously somewhat dull eyes immediately lit up with uncontrollable excitement.

As a young woman, despite being married, she still had a strong playful spirit. Her village was remote, with only a few hundred households, and she hadn't seen such a lively scene for almost a month; she was practically going crazy with pent-up energy.

Seeing the dazzling array of goods everywhere, Shu Ting immediately became like a bird released from its cage. Her small, snow-white hands tugged at Lao Su's, touching and looking at everything, finding everything novel and interesting, regardless of its usefulness. Bags and purses filled her arms in no time.

Faced with Shu Ting's enthusiasm, Lao Su silently followed beside her, accepting the various pretty but ultimately useless trinkets she kept offering him, while simultaneously handing her money from his wallet.

Although he was usually extremely frugal, seeing Shu Ting's incredibly excited face from shopping filled him with immense joy.

The scholar had once mentioned in his incestuous diary that the most satisfying thing for a man, and the easiest way to make a woman feel a sense of belonging, was to be by her side, handing her his wallet, letting her buy whatever she wanted.

Now, Lao Su finally understood the true meaning of the scholar's words.

Having traveled far and wide, and finally left his detestable workplace, Tiger has now resumed his writing career. Compared to a few years ago, Tiger's life is significantly more leisurely. Besides his full-time novel writing, he also has time to continue his beloved erotic literature creation.

However, due to the long interval, "Wolf Love" and "Men at Forty" no longer have the same feel as before. Recently, Tiger has been researching films about May-December romances and has gained some insights. Therefore, he started writing "Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream." In the past, Tiger's writing here has always been lukewarm. This time, he hopes everyone will give "Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream" more support.

【Loving My Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream】(5-9)

Author: baiing.

December 12, 2016.

Published on: This site.

First published: Yes.

Word count: 15875.

Chapter 5: Companionship.

"Dad, try this."

Shu Ting picked up a light smoky-colored scarf and held it up in front of Old Su. Her pure, doll-like face had two quite cute dimples.

Looking at his daughter-in-law's fair and delicate face, Old Su felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had returned to the winter of his wedding day.

Their wedding date was set for the year before the Lunar New Year, and the main purpose of that market was to buy wedding supplies.

Back then, his wife was not only beautiful but also incredibly skilled with her hands. There weren't many clothing factories in the country then, so everything from their wedding attire to their inner and outer garments had to be handmade by the women in the family.

To choose a suitable fabric for his wedding suit, his wife, just like Shu Ting now, stood in front of the stalls, constantly holding up various colored fabrics to him, while he felt like a plastic fashion mannequin, letting his wife manipulate him at will, his face full of impatience. People

always remember the beauty of what they had only after they've lost it. Thinking back to his impulsiveness back then, how he even wanted to argue with his wife because of his craving for cigarettes, his heart was filled with sadness.

His wife was a good woman. For so many years, she and he had shared so much in this poor, remote village, supporting each other through thick and thin, raising their son together. Before they could even enjoy their retirement, illness took her life, leaving him alone to slowly pass his remaining years.

"Dad, what do you think of this scarf?"

Seeing Old Su staring at himself in the mirror for a long time without saying a word, Shu Ting couldn't help but pout her cute little lips, half-scolding, half-coquettishly shaking Old Su's calloused hand, her slender body almost twisting into a noodle.

"Oh, oh, it's nice, it's pretty."

Old Su snapped out of his reverie and replied somewhat absentmindedly.

"You old man, you're so perfunctory about your own things."

Shu Ting turned her back, somewhat dissatisfied, her pretty face filled with disappointment.

As a woman who married far away, Shu Ting was exceptionally perceptive and perceptive. She could clearly feel her father-in-law's affection for her. He had gone to great lengths to ensure she ate well, lived comfortably, and was happy every day. How could she not wholeheartedly serve and care for such an elder?

She had long planned to buy him some new clothes at the market, to dress him up nicely. Her father-in-law was usually frugal and never paid attention to his appearance, always busy in dirty old clothes, which broke her heart.

But Old Su really didn't care about her at all; all his attention seemed to be on her and her husband. Thinking

of this, kind-hearted Shu Ting couldn't help but shed tears of heartache.

"Girl, it's all my fault. Don't cry, please don't cry,"

Old Su said, somewhat at a loss, trying to wipe away her tears.

"Dad, I'm not upset, I just feel that you don't care enough about yourself. You spend all your energy on us children. I feel sorry for you,"

Shu Ting explained, sniffling with a hint of grievance.

"Silly girl, Dad is already this age. Who am I dressing up so extravagantly for?"

Old Su chuckled softly, lovingly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiping away Shu Ting's tears.

"But you, so young, seeing you dressed so beautifully every day makes Dad feel so happy."

"Dad...no, today, you have to buy a few decent clothes..."

The more indifferent Old Su seemed, the more ashamed and guilty Shu Ting felt. Forgetting about what she could buy herself, she simply pulled Old Su along, constantly weaving through the men's clothing section, carefully preparing several sets of underwear for him, from jackets to shirts.

Watching Shu Ting's petite frame squeeze into the stall where underwear was being discounted, carefully selecting some for him, Old Su's eyes glazed over again, as if time had rewound to those days.

Because his penis was so large, Old Su hadn't worn underwear at all until he got married.

His wife was truly virtuous. Seeing that Old Su was wearing nothing down there all winter, his penis chafed raw by the rough lining of his cotton trousers, she thought for a long time before finally coming up with a brilliant idea. She took apart some old thermal underwear, using the whole piece of cotton to sew him into boxer briefs, finally relieving his pain.

Just as he was reminiscing, Shu Ting had already selected four pairs of underwear and was about to hand the money to the vendor.

"Shu Ting, wait."

Seeing that the four small pairs of underwear, folded up, were less than the size of a palm, Old Su felt a sudden tightness in his penis and couldn't help but stop Shu Ting's snow-white hand.

"Dad, don't complain about the price. These are high-end men's underwear."

Shu Ting thought Old Su was being stingy again and couldn't help but pout her cute little lips again.

"Boss, give me four of these sizes."

Old Su ignored Shu Ting and instead picked out the largest size pair of boxer briefs, shouting loudly to the vendor.

"Dad..."

Shu Ting was about to say that the style was too ugly when she suddenly seemed to remember something, and a shy blush appeared on her pretty face.

Although she was innocent and mischievous by nature, as an adult, how could she not understand that the underwear she had chosen for Lao Su was too tight, and Lao Su couldn't stand the pressure?

Watching Lao Su carefully fold the underwear he had chosen, a question that made Shu Ting extremely ashamed flashed through her mind: judging from the underwear Lao Su had chosen, how big would his penis be?

This question made Shu Ting extremely ashamed, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Alright, how much?"

Lao Su didn't notice that Shu Ting's pretty face was already as red as blood, and directly wrapped up the underwear he had chosen, asking the vendor loudly.

"Thirty yuan in total."

The vendor was a middle-aged man, and seeing Lao Su and Shu Ting standing so awkwardly together, he couldn't help but have some ulterior motives.

The girl in front of him, though seemingly much older than Old Su, seemed to be in a relationship based on the way she was picking out underwear for him and the shyness she exuded.

"Alright,"

Old Su said, pulling fifty yuan from his pocket and handing it to the vendor, about to ask for change. Unexpectedly, the vendor tossed him a paper package.

"Brother, you seem like a sensible person. Consider this a bonus. Twenty yuan, you definitely won't regret it."

"You…"

Old Su was about to accuse the vendor of trying to sell him something, but the bright purple color he saw through the package made him realize something.

Although he didn't know what was inside, the ambiguous look the vendor gave him and Shu Ting made Old Su's heart flutter.

He knew the vendor in front of him had definitely misunderstood his relationship with Shu Ting, and this thing might be related to that affair. So he simply put it away with the underwear, letting Shu Ting hold his arm, and walked towards the nearby shopping mall.

The mall was exceptionally bustling that day, with countless merchants taking advantage of the crowds to hold various promotional activities in the plaza outside the mall, the loud music deafening.

"Dad, let's go."

Shu Ting, who always enjoyed lively atmospheres, pulled Old Su's hand and entered the mall. Recently, her relationship with Old Su had become exceptionally close. In her heart, he was her second father; whether she was snuggling in his arms or clinging to his arm on the street, it all seemed perfectly natural.

However, she didn't seem to realize that her intimacy with Old Su in public could easily be misinterpreted as her being Old Su's mistress.

The two wandered around for a while, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the furniture section.

"Gentlemen, come and see our factory's latest waterbed! Today is the first day it's on sale in this city, so not only is there a discount, but there are also many free gifts!"

A salesperson holding a large stack of flyers gave the two a strange look before hurriedly trying to persuade them.

"No, we're not... why would we buy a bed?"

Shu Ting smiled and refused the salesperson, but Old Su's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Seeing that the weather was getting colder, the heated kang (traditional Chinese bed) at home had been lit up these past few days, making it warm and comfortable.

However, Shu Ting, a girl from the south, didn't seem to be used to the kang; every few days, she would get a sore throat, with large blisters on her lips, which pained Old Su greatly.

So, for several days, he had been planning to buy Shu Ting a bed, and now that the factory was having a promotion, he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Take us over to take a look,"

Old Su said, ignoring Shu Ting's objections, and followed the salesperson directly to the waterbed display area.

Shu Ting's gaze was quickly drawn to a uniquely designed and stylish large bed. As a woman, she naturally had a particular fondness for exquisite and beautiful things.

The enormous waterbed boasted a retro European style, with a thick waterbed mattress, rosewood frame and headboard, and exquisitely crafted frosted leather with rustic patterns. Just looking at its design was enough to make one fall in love.

Shu Ting couldn't help but walk over, her small, white hands stroking the leather mattress covered with a light plastic sheet. The mattress was incredibly soft; the vacuum-sealed design contained water, making it exceptionally comfortable to lie on.

"Madam, do you like this bed? If you buy it now, we'll not only give you a 15% discount, but we also have many free gifts if you buy it today,"

the salesperson said to Lao Su, seeing Shu Ting's obvious interest in the bed.

Perhaps in their eyes, Lao Su was Shu Ting's big spender; as long as they could persuade him to spend money, everything would be fine.

"Okay, this set will do."

Chapter Six: The Plan.

Old Su was as generous as they had imagined, decisively buying the bed without a word.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Shu Ting looked at her father-in-law, who was usually so frugal he wouldn't even throw away a single kernel of corn, with disbelief.

"Girl, I don't think you're used to the kang (heated brick bed) at home. Winters in Northeast China are long and arduous. Without a comfortable bed, you'll suffer from heatstroke every day."

Old Su's voice brooked no refusal from Shu Ting.

"Dad..."

Shu Ting's voice was full of gratitude, her heart overflowing with warm emotion.

Old Su seemed completely indifferent to his own life, yet he was so incredibly attentive to her needs. Faced with his heartwarming gesture, Shu Ting's eyes welled up with tears again.

"Silly girl, you married so far away to our Northeast, and you're so filial to your father. It's only natural for me to treat you well. In my heart, you're my most cherished little darling."

Seeing Shu Ting looking at him with such excitement, Old Su knew exactly what she was thinking. He simply smiled and waved his hand, forcefully suppressing the words of gratitude she was about to utter.

"Dad!"

Shu Ting's voice was full of gratitude. As a girl who had married far from home, how could she not feel overwhelmed with warmth at receiving such care from her father-in-law?

"Alright, girl, if we keep talking like this, we'll get carried away. Come on, let's see what good freebies they have for us."

Old Su smiled calmly, took Shu Ting's arm, and led her to the sales counter to inquire about the freebies.

Perhaps due to the new product launch, there were indeed many freebies. Specifically, there was a brand-new down comforter, two sets of sheets and covers matching the color of the large bed, and bedding such as duvet covers and pillows were also provided.

What struck Old Su as the most unique was an electric toy doll.

It was a pair of pink piglets, a male and a female, with an exceptionally cute design. Their two front paws were connected, and the dolls were entirely powered by batteries. What was truly delightful was that once the switch was turned on, the two piglets would huddle together and perform various sexual acts, such as intertwined tree roots, cicadas clinging to trees, and an old man pushing a cart—all incredibly lifelike.

"Dad, these people are really something. How can they give away such awful things as freebies? Isn't that ripping people off?"

Shu Ting scoffed, a faint blush creeping across her pretty face. Her shy demeanor made Old Su's heart pound with desire.

"Girl, such an expensive bed is probably for newlyweds. Having this in the room adds a touch of romance, doesn't it?"

Old Su chuckled, playing with the pair of little pigs in his hands, looking quite pleased with Shu Ting's face, which flushed red like a peach blossom from embarrassment. His old face clearly held a teasing glint.

"Girl, I think you should take this back. Zhi Yong's never home, and you're quite lonely by yourself. Why not use this for amusement when you're feeling a bit lonely?"

"Dad… what are you saying?"

Shu Ting drawled out in a coquettish voice, quite flustered by his teasing. Even though they'd been married for over a year, Shu Ting was still quite conservative at heart. Old Su's slightly teasing joke made her feel incredibly ashamed.

"Okay, okay, Dad won't say it anymore, okay?"

Old Su realized his words had gone too far and quickly apologized to Shu Ting.

"Dad..."

Shu Ting pouted, her voice tinged with displeasure, which involuntarily reminded Old Su of his deceased wife from before their marriage.

Back then, she was just as mischievous and shy as Shu Ting, and no matter how you looked at her, she seemed like the vixen from old folk tales.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I need to go pay for this bed."

Old Su waved his hand at Shu Ting with a smile, stood up, took out his bank card, and handed it to the sales clerk. He then secretly hid the pink pig plush toy while Shu Ting wasn't looking.

The mall's service was absolutely thoughtful and attentive; not only were the free gifts generous, but they also delivered the waterbed to their home for free, with someone assembling it. By the time everything was done, it was already past three in the afternoon.

"Dad, you must be starving."

Shu Ting had tidied up her room and was quite content with changing the sheets, pillowcases, and duvet cover on the newly bought waterbed. Seeing Old Su's tired face, she quickly said apologetically to him.

"Girl, it's the custom in Northeast China that we usually only eat two meals a day. But you, don't go hungry. Dad will go make you some food."

Old Su said, and was about to get up to cook for Shu Ting, but Shu Ting stopped him first.

"Dad, you've been shopping with me all day. Let me do the cooking."

Shu Ting said, and directly pressed Old Su down on the single sofa in the room, turned on the TV for him, and then hurriedly went to the kitchen.

The TV was showing "Bright Sword," which was Old Su's favorite TV series. Although he had watched it many times, he still couldn't get enough of it. In Li Yunlong and his gang, he could vaguely see the shadows of himself and his brothers from back then.

In the team back then, he was Li Yunlong, while that Xiucai guy, despite his seemingly refined and honest appearance, was actually full of cunning and scheming, just like the seemingly refined but actually shrewish Old Zhao on TV.

Thinking of Xiucai, Old Su's mind immediately conjured up images of Xiucai and his daughter-in-law's erotic encounters, and a wicked thought began to ferment within him.

He stood up and hurried back to his room. Seeing that Shu Ting hadn't noticed him, he locked the bedroom door like a thief.

Sitting at his desk, Old Su took out his black notebook containing battle plans again, carefully opened it, and found the previous entry.

For Old Su now, this hard-covered black notebook had become a demon in his heart. Although a voice inside him constantly warned him not to touch it again, the loudest voice within him relentlessly spurred him to refine the plan.

After nearly ten days of refinement, the plan, which had initially been just a framework, became increasingly detailed, with more and more information recorded, from Shu Ting's favorite colors to the types of men she favored.

Of course, this was only the first step in the plan. As her father-in-law, Old Su's first task was not to directly expose the demon within him that he could no longer suppress, but rather to strive to build a good relationship with her, so that she would unconsciously develop a dependence on him.

From the current perspective, this plan can be considered quite successful. In these past few days, Shu Ting's relationship with him has become much closer, significantly more so than before.

Previously, in her eyes, Old Su was merely a strict father-in-law, requiring respect and a certain distance.

But now, Old Su himself can clearly see that the distance between them is constantly shrinking. She has begun to gradually open her heart to him; at least in her heart, Old Su's position is no longer that of a father-in-law, but at least that of an elder like a blood relative.

Next, it's about striking while the iron is hot, further deepening this kinship, at least making her feel that he is no longer just an elder, but a close friend with whom she can share private thoughts.

Writing rapidly in his notebook with his pen, Old Su could feel that his mind had never been so clear.

"Dad, dinner's ready, come and eat."

Shu Ting's light, cheerful voice pulled him from his deep thoughts. He put down his pen, carefully locked the black notebook in the drawer, and agreed, then nervously left his room, making sure to lock the door from the outside before leaving.

The boiler in the house, with several radiators connected to the well water, kept the indoor temperature around 25 or 26 degrees Celsius, practically the same as springtime.

Shu Ting had already taken off the white down jacket and thermal pants she had worn outside, and was now only wearing a white turtleneck sweater. Her snow-white neck looked exceptionally long and slender against the round neck of the sweater. Her long, waist-length hair was styled into a ponytail, and fine, wispy bangs fell across her forehead, making her pure and lovely baby face appear even more innocent and charming.

Below her, she wore light-colored jeans, revealing her slender and shapely legs, though not long, with a perfect U-shape formed between her pert buttocks and waist.

Old Su couldn't help but stare, his eyes wide. Shu Ting before him resembled a gentle and virtuous young wife, pure and refined, yet graceful and dignified. Such a girl, no matter where she was placed, would be the perfect wife, ideal for any family.

Chapter Seven: Madness.

On the kang table in Old Su's room, a steaming meal was already laid out.

Shu Ting was a superb cook; four steaming stir-fried dishes were on the table: shredded potatoes with vinegar, shredded pork with pickled mustard greens and peas, Old Su's favorite pickled cabbage and pork belly, and most mouthwatering of all, the Jiangnan-style chicken liver with caul fat.

As a Northeasterner, Lao Su had an almost obsessive fondness for blood sausage and pig offal. He had assumed that Shu Ting, coming from a Jiangnan family with parents who were both teachers, would be extremely averse to such somewhat rustic foods. However

, Shu Ting completely surprised him. Not only did she not dislike blood sausage, but she even collected the caul fat that her family usually didn't eat and, following the recipe for the famous Jiangnan dish of caul fat goose liver, created an innovative dish of caul fat chicken liver. Dipped in a little salt and pepper, the taste was simply irresistible to Lao Su.

Today, Shu Ting seemed incredibly excited, gesturing wildly as she ate, telling Lao Su about her experiences along the way, like a little nightingale that, even when caged, refused to stay still in spring.

Lao Su sat opposite her with a smile, eating and listening patiently to her stories. When she got to the exciting parts, he would occasionally chime in, and sometimes tell a joke that Northeasterners often use, making Shu Ting laugh.

The afternoon meal ended in this cheerful atmosphere. After finishing, Old Su, as usual, cleared the dishes and bowls away. Shu Ting, being diligent, followed him to the kitchen. The two chatted affectionately while washing the dishes using the water pump connected to the water heater.

Shu Ting wore a brand-new pink apron, which made her already dignified and pretty face look even more virtuous. Watching Shu Ting busy washing the dishes, Old Su's gaze unconsciously lingered on her shapely, full buttocks.

Shu Ting's buttocks were almost perfect; through her silver-gray pantyhose and pink underwear, along with the tight cleavage, they were almost completely exposed to Old Su's eyes, making his throat dry.

To avoid his daughter-in-law discovering his inappropriate behavior, Old Su deliberately turned his face away, absentmindedly cleaning the kitchen, but his eyes remained completely fixed on Shu Ting's shapely, full buttocks.

Old Su was engrossed in the watch when suddenly, the energy-saving light in the kitchen went out, plunging the entire kitchen into darkness.

In Northeast China, night falls early, and although it was only around six o'clock in the evening, the kitchen was already pitch black.

Old Su anxiously looked out the window, only to see complete darkness, not a single ray of light visible.

"Dad..."

Shu Ting's voice was anxious and tinged with fear. Her small, white hand clung to Old Su's arm, her delicate body pressed tightly against his strong frame.

Her breathing was rapid; Old Su could even feel her warm breath.

"With Dad here, don't be afraid..."

Old Su almost instinctively pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her.

“Power outages are common around here, especially in winter. High-voltage lines often get snapped by the wind. Girl, come on, let’s go back inside. We can tidy up when the power comes back on.”

“Okay.”

Shu Ting still seemed a little shaken, her small hands gripping Old Su’s arm tightly as he helped her out of the dark kitchen. Using the still-bright moonlight, they went straight into Old Su’s master bedroom.

Old Su’s gaze fell on Shu Ting’s delicate face in the moonlight. Under the moonlight, her face was so white and flawless that Old Su almost couldn’t resist the urge to lift her up and lay her on his bed for a good time.

However, the last vestiges of reason in his heart made him suppress his desire.

He was a soldier, and years of military service had etched the word “discipline” deep into his bones.

He had his own principles when it came to women: no matter how much he liked them, he would never use violence to possess them.

Back then, the madness of war had driven Vietnamese women to ruthlessly kill PLA soldiers, their bodies serving as the perfect bait. Countless PLA soldiers had their necks slit or chests pierced by daggers hidden in their hair while having sex with women.

Yet, under Old Su's exemplary leadership, almost no one in his unit lost their lives for the same mistake.

It was this experience that instilled in Old Su a single, unwavering principle when dealing with women: to possess a woman, one must first conquer her heart, then make her willingly give herself to him. Only then could one truly conquer a woman.

"Girl, it's getting late. Let me take you back to your room."

To prevent the darkness from completely succumbing to its effects, Old Su quickly went into his room, frantically retrieved the high-voltage flashlight he kept by his pillow, and turned it on.

"Judging by today's situation, even if the power comes back on, it won't be until at least the middle of the night. Around here, power outages lasting all night are normal sometimes."

"Dad, what time is it?"

Shu Ting glanced at him somewhat resentfully.

"Going to bed so early? I really can't sleep. Dad, how about I stay in your room and chat with you for a while?"

"Sure, girl, just talking isn't very interesting. How about we play cards?"

Seeing that his daughter-in-law didn't want to go to bed so early, and seeing this as a perfect opportunity to strengthen their bond, Old Su readily agreed.

"I'm not very good at playing. Why don't you teach me?"

Shu Ting's voice sounded excited.

"But before that, I think..."

Shu Ting's voice sounded a little hesitant and embarrassed.

Old Su chuckled. Through his time with this young woman, he knew her habits inside and out.

"Dad knows what you're thinking. You just want to go to the bathroom to wash up, right? Don't worry, Dad will go with you."

The bathroom was outside the yard, and the whole village was pitch black. Shuting wasn't very brave, and she wouldn't dare go there alone to wash up in this situation.

"Thank you, Dad."

Shuting hugged Old Su with immense gratitude, planting a deep kiss on his forehead. Now, she truly regarded Old Su as a father figure in her heart, and this was her way of expressing gratitude to her elders, a way that her lively and cheerful personality showed.

Old Su was a little bewildered. Shuting's lips were soft, as soft as the clouds in the sky. That soft touch, though only a fleeting moment, was enough to leave him with an unforgettable impression.

"Alright, girl, stop being silly, go on."

Old Su said, picking up a flashlight and walking towards the door first.

"Dad, slow down, wait for me."

Shu Ting's petite body pressed tightly against Old Su's again, her soft, white arms wrapped tightly around him. Because of her fear of the dark, her small hands couldn't help but cling tightly to Old Su's strong arms.

The father-in-law and daughter-in-law quickly reached the outer bathroom. Old Su handed the flashlight to Shu Ting, then stood alone outside the door, raising his arm and greedily inhaling the scent.

Shu Ting's fragrance still lingered on his arm, faint yet enough to drive him into a deep frenzy.

The flashlight beam cast Shu Ting's reflection on the bathroom door. Even though it was just a reflection, her graceful curves, combined with the lingering fragrance, were enough to make Old Su's penis uncontrollably erect.

Feeling his penis throbbing uncontrollably, a crazy thought uncontrollably appeared in Lao Su's mind. He could no longer hold back; the desire contained within his penis had to be released as soon as possible.

Watching Shu Ting's swaying body in the shower, Lao Su bit his lip. To avoid disturbing her, he quickly slipped into the chafing room opposite the shower, which had been converted into a flush toilet. He half-closed the bathroom door and used a small stool inside to block it. Watching Shu Ting's figure

still swaying back and forth across from him, Lao Su quickly pulled down his pants, along with his underwear and long johns, and draped them over the wire above his head. Although he was burning with lust, Lao Su hadn't lost his mind. He was afraid that after ejaculating, he would get semen on his pants, thus attracting Shu Ting's attention.

Although the bathroom was heated, the cold wind blowing through the crack in the door still made Lao Su feel a chill on his legs.

Shu Ting, that girl, always takes an exceptionally long time to wash up. Her various facial treatments take at least half an hour, giving him plenty of time to properly relieve himself.

Having made up his mind, Old Su immediately sat on the toilet, his rough hands grabbing some water from the sink, wetting them, and eagerly grasping his erect penis.

In his mind, Shu Ting's charming face and graceful figure lingered, the events of just moments ago replaying in his mind like a movie.

Shu Ting's slender arms were tightly wrapped around his, her petite body leaning lightly against him. Through her turtleneck sweater, he could clearly feel the warmth of her body, especially that passionate kiss when he agreed to accompany her to the bathroom—so wet, so soft—that he couldn't help but be captivated by it.

Chapter Eight: Dream.

Shu Ting's lips were so soft, like a pink dream, completely enveloping Lao Su, allowing him to recklessly succumb.

She was a woman who never neglected her makeup; her lips were painted with a light purple lip gloss, and even after so long, Lao Su could still almost smell its faint fragrance.

Imagining Shu Ting's sweet kiss, Lao Su's hands moved faster and faster. Luckily, his penis was tough and thick-skinned, preventing it from being chafed by the rough hands.

As his large hands continued to rub his penis, the lust within Lao Su grew stronger and stronger. His penis swelled to its limit, even the veins bulging, like a dragon just rising from the water, brimming with power, ready to soar to the clouds and control the wind and rain.

Under the stimulation of the rough hands, the huge, egg-shaped glans was fully exposed, twitching incessantly, its blood-red appearance utterly terrifying.

In his mind, Shu Ting stood before him, gentle and charming, her slender waist swaying gracefully. She slowly removed her cumbersome turtleneck, revealing her flawless, delicate skin.

Her bra was light pink, and her breasts, though not large, possessed a perfect curve. The cute bra accentuated their gentle trembling, constantly arousing his desire. What truly made his nose bleed was the barely visible, tight cleavage in the center of the bra.

That cleavage was so firm, the two full, elastic orbs on either side, peering through the gap in the bra, wildly stimulating Su Zhijun's vision. The color, more translucent than ivory and brighter than a freshly peeled egg, made Old Su involuntarily groan loudly.

Although he had never directly seen Shu Ting's breasts, Old Su could intuitively tell that her nipples were definitely pink, like freshly peeled water chestnuts, with distinct grains. If they were erect, even without being in his mouth, they would be a huge visual impact.

"Dad." Just as

Old Su was getting aroused, Shu Ting's rather anxious voice suddenly came from outside the door. Unbeknownst to her, Shu Ting had already finished washing up and was about to go back into the room with Old Su, who had been standing at the door to encourage her, when she found that Old Su had suddenly disappeared.

Shu Ting's terrified cry jolted Old Su awake from his reverie. Hearing her voice, though filled with fear, yet still incredibly sweet, Old Su felt his heart race, a mischievous pleasure welling up within him.

He didn't respond to Shu Ting's calls; instead, he lowered his voice and began rapidly and forcefully stroking his already throbbing, enormous penis.

Under his manipulation, the glans, the size of a duck egg, began to secrete glistening fluid.

"Dad, where have you been?"

Shu Ting cried out in utter panic. Even with a flashlight in her hand, in this pitch-black night, she dared not return to the nearby house alone, and could only helplessly call out to Old Su.

Shu Ting's helpless voice was a powerful stimulus to Old Su's lust. In the darkness, he could clearly feel the evil within him being unleashed without restraint. His large hand, gripping the enormous penis beneath him, moved even more vigorously.

"Dad, where have you been? Come out quickly, don't scare me!"

Shu Ting cried out helplessly, her voice filled with fear. Hearing her cries, Old Su's hand moved faster and faster until finally, a thick stream of semen, with a foul stench, gushed out.

Old Su had already prepared himself before the semen erupted, having already torn a large piece of toilet paper and placed it against his glans before it sprayed out.

However, the amount he ejaculated was so large that even with ample preparation, the nearly half-bowl of semen completely soaked the toilet paper in his hand, leaving him covered in white liquid.

Old Su stood up somewhat flusteredly, frantically wiping the semen stuck to his body with tissue paper. At that moment, he truly admired his foresight; if he hadn't hung his pants on the clothesline beforehand, he would have made a fool of himself in front of Shu Ting. "Dad, where did you go, Dad..." Shu Ting called out anxiously to Old Su, unable to hold back her sobs as she squatted down. Having vented his anger, Old Su felt a pang of guilt. He quickly wiped his fur coat, pulled on his pants, and rushed out of the bathroom.

"Girl, I'm sorry, I suddenly had to pee and didn't even tell you. I must have caught a chill this morning. This stomach of mine is really something."

Old Su said, feigning a stomachache, and went straight to Shu Ting's side. His large hands affectionately ruffled her shiny, satin-like hair, his voice full of teasing.

"But you're such a scaredy-cat, aren't you? I've only been gone a short while, and you're already this frightened."

"Dad, you're so mean."

Shu Ting's voice was full of shyness and coquettishness.

"It's so dark, I'm just scared."

"Alright, it's all Dad's fault. Dad promises you, I'll never leave you alone again."

Old Su comforted her softly, but the firmness and solemnity in his voice were nothing short of a vow.

"Mm."

By the light of the remaining snow on the eaves, looking at Old Su's angular old face, Shu Ting nodded heavily to him. At this moment, she suddenly felt that Old Su was so trustworthy. The steely strength in Old Su was something her husband, Zhi Yong, could never compare to.

Wiping away the glistening tears on her pretty face, Shu Ting followed behind Old Su, her arms tightly wrapped around his as they entered the large house where Old Su lived. By the light of a flashlight, they climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) together and sat facing each other at the kang table.

Shu Ting habitually sat opposite him, hugging her legs. Old Su smiled awkwardly, his gaze suddenly falling on her cotton socks, his brows furrowing tightly.

As a young woman, Shu Ting always preferred a relaxed and casual lifestyle at home. Being a girl from Jiangnan, she didn't like wearing cotton socks. Every evening at this time, she would have already washed her feet and run around barefoot in cotton slippers—something Old Su was used to.

However, today Shu Ting hadn't washed her feet in the bathroom, and a question arose in Old Su's mind. But quickly, he understood.

To make it convenient for Shu Ting to shower, Old Su had installed an electric water heater in his bathroom, supplying hot water. Now that the power was out, there was no hot water. In the cold Northeast, Shu Ting wasn't used to washing her feet with cold water, which was why she had been enduring it.

Understanding the reason, a satisfied smile spread across Old Su's face.

"Girl, wait a moment, Dad's going to the next bedroom to get some candles."

"Okay."

Despite still being a little scared, Shu Ting nodded firmly.

After saying that, Old Su quickly went to the next room. In case of a power outage, he had specially prepared candles in a drawer there. Old Su took out the candles and put them in his shirt pocket, then casually picked up the thermos flask placed at the door of the flask.

Although they already had an electric water heater and a water dispenser, Old Su still had the habit of boiling a kettle of water every day. Firstly, he didn't like the water from the water dispenser, and secondly, if he woke up in the morning, he could wash up directly in the room without having to fight with Shu Ting for the bathroom.

This half-pot of hot water was made at noon. In the afternoon, while reviewing the battle plan in the room, he had made tea and drunk half of it, and the remaining half was still piping hot.

Now, this half-pot of hot water was playing a crucial role.

Old Su, feeling pleased with himself, casually opened a small box in his bedroom and took out a brand-new plastic basin, a brand-new cotton towel, and a thermos, carrying them to the living room.

"Girl, you've been busy all day, and it's dark outside, so I'm sorry to trouble you. You can only use this half-pot of hot water to wash your feet and relax."

Old Su said, placing the thermos and plastic basin in front of Shu Ting.

"Dad, you're so kind!"

Shu Ting was feeling annoyed at not being able to wash her feet, and seeing Old Su's thoughtfulness, she was deeply moved.

"Girl, wait here, Dad will go get you some cool water first."

Shu Ting's grateful words and gaze pleased Old Su greatly. He smiled憨厚ly, got up, went to the water vat outside, scooped some cool water with an aluminum ladle, and placed it in front of Shu Ting. Then he found a flat-topped lid, lit a candle, dripped some wax onto it, and placed the candle on the lid, instantly bathing the entire living room in a warm orange glow.

At this moment, Shu Ting had already sat on the sofa, taken off her shoes and socks, adjusted the water temperature, and was about to put her little feet in the basin when she suddenly seemed to remember something important. She got up from the sofa, took a matching embroidered stool, and placed it opposite the sofa.

"Dad, come here, sit here."

Shu Ting smiled and helped Old Su over to the sofa, then sat opposite him, gently taking off his shoes and socks.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

Old Su asked, somewhat puzzled.

Chapter Nine: Washing Feet.

"Dad, you always think of me, but we children are so inconsiderate, always making you worry. Today, I, your wife, will do you a favor and wash your feet to express my gratitude."

Shu Ting's voice was full of emotion.

"No, no, girl, there's not much hot water, just enough for you alone. Don't waste it." Old Su waved his hands repeatedly. "Dad already washed his feet at noon, it'll be fine tonight."

Old Su wasn't lying. He naturally had sweaty feet, and they smelled terrible when he took off his shoes and socks. To avoid bothering his clean-loving daughter-in-law Shu Ting, he would soak his feet in hot water every day when he came home from outside at noon and then change into new socks. This was something Old Su, who was used to being carefree, would have found unbearable. However, driven by his obsession with Shu Ting, he stubbornly persisted in doing something he initially disliked for half a month. Now, it had become a habit, and he felt extremely uncomfortable if he didn't wash his feet for a day. "How about I just bear with it and let you wash them, Dad? It's only one day, it's fine," Shu Ting hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to speak, suppressing her displeasure. For someone as clean as her, not washing her feet for a day was worse than death. “Honey, Dad has an idea. Let’s not keep passing the buck like this. If you don’t mind Dad being dirty, we can wash together. After all, the power’s out, and things can’t always be as meticulous as usual, right?” “How could that be, Dad? That’s a great idea!” Shu Ting’s face beamed with joy. These past few days, Old Su had always kept himself impeccably clean and tidy. Coupled with his meticulous care for her, Shu Ting’s previous impression of him as slovenly had completely changed. Since Old Su had made up his mind, Shu Ting didn’t argue with him. She simply pulled her delicate, white feet out of her slippers and carefully placed them into the basin of water. Old Su’s eyes widened involuntarily. Shu Ting’s snow-white feet gave him a tremendous sensory stimulation. Shu Ting's feet were small, unlike the large, unsightly feet of the women in the mountains. Her feet were not only fair and smooth, but the arch of her foot was also almost perfect. Her slender, short toes resembled silkworms sleeping side by side, and her toenails were painted with bright red nail polish, making them look gentle, cute, and playful. Under the dim candlelight, they were simply a work of art. Because she was used to hot water for her feet, Shu Ting set the temperature in the basin slightly higher than her body temperature. At first, Shu Ting didn't dare to put her snow-white feet completely in, only curling her big toes and carefully testing the water temperature. Only when her snow-white feet were completely accustomed to the temperature of the foot bath water did she slowly soak her entire small feet in. Although Shu Ting thought this series of actions was normal, in Lao Su's eyes, this beautiful woman's foot bath was utterly seductive. Snow-white feet, reflected in the clear foot-washing water, their bright red toenails gleaming alluringly in the water. Old Su's desire flared instantly; he felt an overwhelming urge to hold those small feet in his hands, then put them in his mouth and lick them thoroughly. Although Old Su, as a soldier, possessed exceptional self-control, he couldn't resist the temptation of those small feet. He bent down, placed his rough hands into the basin, and carefully began to massage Shu Ting's feet, which were soaking in the water. "Dad, you..." Shu Ting's voice held a hint of shyness. "Girl, Dad will wash yours first. Dad's feet are dirty. After you're done washing, Dad will wash his own." As he spoke, Old Su lifted one of Shu Ting's small feet from the basin, his rough hands rhythmically stroking it. During the years his wife was dying, Old Su washed her feet almost every day, developing a unique skill in combining foot washing with massage. Although his hands were somewhat rough, with just the right amount of pressure, Shu Ting felt a constant, tingling, and comfortable sensation in her feet, and couldn't help but close her eyes to enjoy it. Playing with Shu Ting's feet was also a great pleasure for Old Su. If it weren't for the concern that Shu Ting would discover his wicked intentions, Old Su probably would have already put her snow-white toes in his mouth. Holding Shu Ting's fair and delicate feet, Old Su's lustful desires surged, and the pressure of his massage unconsciously increased. He couldn't openly hold her feet and caress them properly yet; the only thing he could do was use the so-called foot washing and massage to take advantage of her. "Dad, you should wash too, or the water will get cold." Feeling the water temperature in the basin rapidly dropping, Shu Ting, enduring the comforting sensation on her little feet, softly reminded Old Su. "Okay, okay," Old Su replied somewhat disappointedly, putting down the little feet he was holding, taking off his shoes and socks, and soaking in the water with Shu Ting. Suddenly, Shu Ting lifted her cute little feet, playfully placing her snow-white toes on Old Su's broad instep. Compared to his enormous feet, Shu Ting's snow-white feet were barely half the size of his. The soft, delicate touch, transmitted through their unobstructed contact, reached Old Su's body, making his head feel like it was about to explode. Shu Ting seemed to enjoy this act of placing her delicate feet on Old Su's large feet, gently increasing the pressure on her snow-white toes. Looking at the pair of feet reflected in the clear water, her soft voice seemed to carry an ethereal quality. "Dad, people say we're as close as father and daughter, and I think so too. Look, don't our feet look like a father and daughter holding hands?" "Yes, yes, so much so..." Old Su agreed repeatedly, trying to hide the dryness in his throat. Shu Ting's small feet were snow-white and delicate, like freshly solidified cream, while his large feet were dark and rough. The stark contrast between the black and white feet held an indescribable allure in Old Su's eyes. Looking at the clearly contrasting small feet in the basin, Old Su's thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to his youth. He remembered when he and his wife weren't married yet, he once led a group to the mountains to hunt wild boars. The boar was killed, but he injured his arm in the struggle. During that time, his daily life was taken care of by his wife, who was still a young woman. Her favorite thing to do was to prepare water for him to wash his feet, and then they would wash their feet together in the same basin. While washing his feet, she would press her foot firmly on top of his. However, compared to Shu Ting now, her reason back then seemed rather rustic and laughable. According to the customs of the mountains, if unmarried men and women washed their feet together, whoever's foot was on top would determine their status in the household after marriage.

Old Su naturally knew these rules, but being a soldier, he possessed a gentlemanly humility and deference towards women. To him, as long as his wife was with him, it didn't seem to matter whose way of doing things at home. What difference did their lives make? Could they possibly be worse than someone else's?

"Dad, people say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life. I think I must have been your lover in my past life, which is why you love me so much in this life,"

Shu Ting's gentle voice rang in Old Su's ears again, making him feel refreshed.

"Girl, nonsense! What past and future lives? How can someone so young be so superstitious?"

Old Su chuckled reproachfully, but he swallowed the rest of his sentence.

*I don't care about past or future lives, as long as you're my woman in this life.*

He repeated those words to himself countless times, the words rising to his throat only to be swallowed back down each time.

The time wasn't right. If he were to say such things, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Despite wavering between desire and reason these past few days, Old Su, as if possessed, continued to methodically advance the plans he had written in his notebook. To him, he was now a seasoned hunter, and his target was the most elusive little fox in the forest. Shu Ting was gentle and charming, but on

the other hand, this girl was definitely a quirky and mischievous one. Her mind was exceptionally sensitive, and any unusual behavior could expose his intentions, leading to the failure of the entire plan.

"Dad, this isn't superstition, it's just what people say online."

Shu Ting stuck out her pink tongue at him mischievously, her small white feet slapping against the large foot she was pressing down on.

"Anyway, I just feel that having such a good father-in-law like Dad to take care of me is a blessing I must have accumulated in my past life."

"Girl, you're so sweet-talking. To be honest, are you trying to get me to buy you something again?"

Old Su pretended to be serious and put on a stern face.

"Our Party's policy has always been to be lenient for those who confess and severe for those who resist. If you refuse to confess, you are going against the entire people, the entire working class and peasantry. If you refuse to repent, then I will represent the people and the Party to give you the most severe trial!"

[Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (10-11)

Author: baiing.

2017/1/7.

Words: 6000.

Chapter Ten: Struggle.

Old Su's pretended seriousness made Shu Ting giggle incessantly, her snow-white little feet splashing water in the basin, splashing water everywhere.

"You found out, my dear PLA comrade. You're right, I am indeed Shu Ting, the Kuomintang traitor hidden among your people, known as the 'flower of the Military Unity.'"

Shu Ting laughed mockingly, her small, snow-white feet stepping on Old Su's large feet as she stood up. Hands on her hips, her cute little mouth pouting, she exuded an arrogant air of "What can you do to me?"

Seeing Shu Ting's mischievous, sprite-like appearance, Old Su's anger, which had just subsided due to going to the toilet, was instantly reignited.

He abruptly stood up from the basin, scooped up Shu Ting's petite body, and carried her to the nearby kang (heated brick bed).

Feeling her feet leave the ground, Shu Ting was filled with shock. The scene of Su Zhijun tearing her clothes while drunk that afternoon was like a deep-seated nightmare, sweeping back into her mind.

That day, she was terrified. Facing Old Su's imposing, towering frame and his bloodshot eyes, she was truly afraid he would transform into a ferocious beast, pinning her down and ravaging her mercilessly.

She used every ounce of strength she had to escape from Old Su's grasp. To prevent him from harassing her again under the influence of alcohol, Shu Ting locked herself in her bedroom for the entire afternoon.

In the closed room, Shu Ting felt utterly helpless for the first time. She wanted to tell her husband, but remembering what had happened in the village a few days earlier, she was terrified. If she did, her words would shatter the family.

The terrifying incident dates back to this summer. Wang Laogen, a resident of the village, slept shirtless in his yard every day to cool off. He would wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and sometimes even had to take a naked shower under the solar water heater.

That very night, when Old Wang got up again and went naked to shower in the makeshift washroom, he discovered a smooth, white body inside.

As Old Wang entered, the body's owner immediately grabbed his naked body and screamed for help. The pitiful cries attracted the neighbors, and Old Wang finally saw clearly that the person embracing him in the washroom was none other than his daughter-in-law.

Because the cries for help came from his daughter-in-law, and because Old Wang was naked, everyone believed her story. Countless rumors and even the insults he had received years before were hurled at Old Wang. Unable to bear the pressure, Old Wang ultimately hanged himself.

Later, after a drunken night, the daughter-in-law finally revealed the truth to her sister-in-law. Old Wang had been hiding tens of thousands of yuan in savings, and to trick him into handing over the money to buy a car, she had deliberately chosen the time when he was taking a shower, going there naked to set a trap and using the village's gossip to force him to give her the money.

With the truth exposed, the ruthless daughter-in-law naturally received her just deserts. However, for the kind-hearted Shuting, while she hated the cruel daughter-in-law, she also deeply sympathized with her innocent father-in-law.

That incident made her fully realize the power of public opinion; if she had truly spread the word, who knew if her father-in-law would have suffered the same fate as poor Wang Laogen, unable to withstand the public's condemnation and ultimately meeting a tragic end?

Based on this consideration, the kind-hearted Shuting kept reminding herself that the main reason her father-in-law had lost his temper that day was because he was drunk. People often make mistakes when drunk, mistakes they themselves are unaware of, and any mistake made while drunk is forgivable.

Although she constantly comforted herself with these words, Old Su's rude behavior that day still haunted her like a nightmare.

But now, Old Su was like a bull in heat, picking her up and the nightmare flashed through Shuting's mind like a movie. Her small, white hands instinctively clutched her chest, and her body trembled reflexively.

Just then, Old Su had placed Shuting on the bed. Seeing her frightened expression, like a startled rabbit, Old Su was filled with deep guilt and unease.

After years of military service, a concept had become deeply ingrained in his mind: a man can freely pursue the woman he loves, but to obtain a woman by force is the act of a beast.

Understanding this, Old Su forcefully suppressed his lust, gritted his teeth, and placed Shu Ting on the bed. He picked up a towel from beside the plastic basin and gently cupped Shu Ting's small feet, softly wiping the water from them while murmuring softly,

"Girl, it's so cold, you can't be so naughty. If your feet get cold, you'll suffer when you're old."

Her small feet, still steaming from the hot water, had a rosy hue from their white skin, making Old Su yearn to hold them in his hands and kiss them thoroughly.

Although he harbored a deep longing and desire for Shu Ting's beautiful feet, Old Su forcefully suppressed his burning lust with his soldier-like willpower, striving to keep his voice calm.

"Dad!"

Shu Ting's uneasy heart quickly calmed down, and her eyes were filled with clear guilt as she looked at Old Su.

It seemed she had indeed overthought things; Old Su's drunken outburst that day was entirely an accident.

Although she seemed to understand the truth, Shu Ting's heart was not at peace. On the contrary, a seed seemed to have been planted in her heart.

Her father-in-law was also a man, and only in his fifties. Given their current high standard of living, he still had sexual desires and needed to have his own sex life in his later years. If he continued to remain single, who knew if he would truly become unbearably frustrated?

To avoid losing his composure, Old Su didn't linger too long on Shu Ting's fair and delicate feet. After drying them, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a flashlight, took the foot-washing water outside to empty it, and returned to his room. He then picked up a brand-new deck of cards and went back to the main house.

When he returned, he couldn't resist finding a pair of Shu Ting's white cotton socks with light blue patterns from the clothes drying on the rooftop and bringing them back for her.

Holding the socks and cards, he returned to the main house, sat down beside Shu Ting, carefully put the socks on her, and took the opportunity to play a little.

"Dad, you really are..."

Shu Ting's voice was full of gratitude.

"Girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I've never had a daughter in my life. In my heart, you're my own daughter."

"Girl, it's still early. I guess you can't sleep. How about we play a few rounds of cards? When it's time, I'll take you back to your room."

Old Su said, placing the cards on the kang table and moving the candlestick over to place it there as well.

"I'm not very good at playing. Can you teach me?"

Su Ting smiled gently. Seeing Old Su sitting with her in the dim light, his smile unusually kind, her previously anxious heart immediately calmed down.

She felt she had been acting a bit neurotic lately. Her father-in-law was so attentive, yet she still suspected him of having ulterior motives.

Perhaps it was because her husband was often away, and although she didn't have much desire in their sex life, it had been several months since they'd done it, inevitably causing her some loneliness and making her think about those things.

"Ugh, I'm just making trouble for myself."

Having figured this out, Shu Ting mentally scolded herself a few times, her face flushed, and she sat down opposite Lao Su, hugging her legs.

"This game is played like this,"

Lao Su said, taking out playing cards and explaining in detail the rules of number guessing and fishing games common in Northeast China.

However, he didn't tell Shu Ting that these card games were actually games young couples often played when dating.

The rules were simple; Shu Ting only listened to Lao Su's explanation once and immediately learned about 70-80% of it. After a few more rounds, she was basically hooked and started playing enthusiastically with Lao Su.

Because it was a game for lovers, these two games were very fun, emphasizing interaction between the two. In no time, the atmosphere between them became extremely harmonious.

Old Su had learned this game since childhood. Although he hadn't played it for many years, he still played it with ease. If he were to play against Shu Ting at his normal skill level, he would probably beat her until she cried for her parents in no time.

However, in such a game, a man wouldn't truly show his gentlemanly manners if he didn't let the woman win a few rounds.

With Old Su intentionally letting her win, Shu Ting won repeatedly. In her excitement, she couldn't help but raise her small, white fist and shout joyfully, bringing the atmosphere in the room to a climax.

Chapter Eleven: Gambling with Hisself Looking at his daughter-in-law's flushed face due to excitement, Old Su's memories unconsciously returned to his youth.

It was an era of extreme material scarcity. Although the village had electricity, due to poverty, even the village chief's family had little entertainment besides an old-fashioned pre-liberation electrical box. Once it got dark, ordinary villagers had nothing to do but go to bed early and frantically try to conceive with their wives on the kang (heated brick bed).

Although their material and spiritual lives were nowhere near as good as they are now, Old Su still cherished countless sweet memories.

It was around this time of year, shortly after his marriage, before their son Zhiyong was born. Their only entertainment after dinner was playing cards under the dim light.

Back then, his wife was as lively and adorable as Shu Ting, and just as gentle and considerate. His skillful card playing would always leave her pouting, complaining incessantly.

Often, Old Su would deliberately let her win a few rounds, but even then, she wouldn't be happy. Instead, she would greedily and mischievously peek at his cards. At these times, Old Su

would pretend not to notice, letting her see his cards, only to have her beat him utterly and decisively.

Despite his fiery temper, Old Su never vented his anger on his wife. On the contrary, he always believed that women needed to be loved and cared for by men. No matter how much he suffered or how angry he was, he never took it out on his wife. If he couldn't hold back any longer, he would lock himself in the woodshed and punch a specially made sandbag with all his might.

His wife would always be overjoyed after her victory, even after they were in bed, she would still chatter on about playing cards, her face flushed with excitement.

Often at this moment, Old Su would pull back her blanket, slip inside her, and press his body tightly against hers.

Despite living in a world of freezing cold, Northeasterners, lying on their warm kang (heated brick bed), don't like to wear even an extra layer of clothing. Instead, they strip completely naked as soon as they get on the kang, letting their bodies lie there unabashedly, accepting the warmth emanating from it.

Old Su and his former wife were no exception. Once on the kang, they would take out the quilt from the cabinet beside the kang, roll it into a tub, and immediately lie naked inside, letting the kang warm their icy bodies until they were as hot as boiled shrimp.

Although they appeared gentle and dignified on the outside, once inside the tub, his wife would become passionately fiery. Her slender, snow-white arms would tightly embrace Old Su as he crawled in from outside the tub, her petite and lovely body pressing him down. Before he could react, her small, snow-white hands would already be grasping his enormous penis and stroking it up and down.

On the bed, his wife was like a hen in heat, ready for the rooster to trot her eggs. With one hand, she stroked his enormous penis, while with the other, she vigorously rubbed her pink, moist clitoris, emitting rhythmic moans like those of someone ill.

These moans made Old Su's blood boil; his already enormous penis instantly became as hard as a frozen corn cob hanging outside a window.

Sensing the change in Old Su's penis, without him even lifting a finger, his wife would mount him, her already soaking wet body encasing his penis, which was larger than a boiled duck egg, and frantically writhe her petite frame.

Because his penis was so large, only half of it had entered his wife's body when Old Su could feel the head of his penis already touching her cervix. It was warm and moist, yet incredibly tight, with a very elastic soft mass of flesh in the center. If he didn't forcefully suppress the urge to ejaculate, he feared he would ejaculate quickly.

Thinking of the sweet memories of the past, Old Su felt a pang of sadness. While playing cards, he became somewhat distracted, often making mistakes that allowed Shu Ting to win several hands in a row.

The victorious Shu Ting was extremely excited, chirping joyfully like a cute little lark, constantly urging Old Su to play his cards quickly.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, whose expression could be both joyful and reproachful, Old Su suddenly had a premonition: his wife, who had passed away many years ago, had returned, transformed into Shu Ting, and returned to his life once more.

A clear, bell-like voice pulled Old Su back to reality. He could clearly feel that this beautiful yet mischievous daughter-in-law had brought a youthful vitality back to their long-dormant home. Old

Su hadn't felt this vitality for countless years, and now, experiencing it through Shu Ting, his heart sank into a state of utter depravity. The incestuous demon within him uncontrollably took control once more.

"Girl, you are the most precious gift God has given me, Old Su. God saw my pitiful state and sent this angel to comfort and accompany me,"

Old Su murmured to himself, his eyes burning with lust as he looked at Shu Ting.

At this moment, Shu Ting was completely absorbed in the card game, excitedly looking at her cards, oblivious to Old Su, who was almost turning into a werewolf.

Although his heart was nearly consumed by evil, Old Su's conscience was still struggling frantically.

As a former soldier, he was accustomed to the constraints of various rules and regulations. In his eyes, the ethics and morality of society were like the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head, tightly binding his heart.

Although his desire for Shuting had long since reached an uncontrollable point, a voice in his last shred of reason kept reminding him that Shuting was his daughter-in-law. Once that forbidden line was crossed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In this internal struggle, Old Su's cards became increasingly haphazard.

That's how playing cards is; once a mistake is made, luck seems to be swept away, and good cards never appear in your hand again.

Under these circumstances, Old Su was completely defeated, and Shuting became increasingly delighted. Seemingly not satisfied with just playing cards, Shuting shook Old Su's arm and said in a coquettish tone that if either of them lost again, they would have to stick a sticker on their face.

Under Shu Ting's gentle yet rhythmic swaying, Old Su suddenly sobered up. Looking at the cards laid out before him, the battle between good and evil within him seemed to have reached a final decision.

Since he couldn't make a decision himself, why not leave his fate to God, and gamble with Him again, as he had done before?

This was a habit Old Su had developed on the Vietnam battlefield. Whenever faced with an indecisive situation, he would take out a coin, choosing "yes" on one side and "no" on the other, close his eyes to clear his mind, toss the coin into the air, catch it with the back of his hand, and make a decision based on the result.

Shu Ting was right in front of him; making a decision directly with a coin was obviously impossible. However, this didn't stop Old Su from gambling with fate. He kept silently repeating a sentence in his mind: if Shu Ting really was his wife reincarnated, then when she was desperately losing, she would probably, like his wife had done before, peek at his cards, or even snatch them from his hand, playing against two opponents to make him win.

Having made his decision, Old Su's spirits soared, his attention completely focused on the cards. In just four or five hands, Shu Ting's pretty face was covered in slips of paper.

"Girl, weren't you always so good at cards? How come you're all

covered in slips of paper now?" Old Su's voice was full of teasing as he looked at Shu Ting's face.

"Ugh!"

Shu Ting pouted her pink lips, her small white hands gripping the cards tighter and tighter, afraid that another one would accidentally land on her face.

But no matter how cautious she was, how could she compare to Old Su, a master card player who had played this game his entire life? In the blink of an eye, a large newspaper was plastered all over her face.

Looking at Shu Ting's pig-faced appearance, Old Su felt no triumphant satisfaction, but rather an indescribable tension.

Having entrusted his fate to heaven, the final mystery was about to be revealed. He wanted to know if his thoughts about Shu Ting would be approved by fate.

Although he didn't believe in fate, at this moment, he preferred to believe that everything was a sign from heaven, even though his heart had essentially succumbed to the idea of pursuing Shu Ting as an ordinary woman.

Old Su now held only three cards: a pair of twos and a very small card. Although he was nearly sixty, his memory was still exceptionally sharp. Without much conscious effort, he knew that Shu Ting only had one King left.

"Girl, what card do you think I should play this time?"

Old Su kept rearranging the cards in his hand in front of him, smiling as he looked at Shu Ting and asked.

【Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream】(12-13)

Author: baiing.

May 21, 2017.

Word count: 6333.

【Chapter Twelve: The Decision】.

“You annoying daddy, I’m your daughter-in-law, how dare you bully me like this, it’s so annoying.”

Shu Ting murmured sweetly, snatching the remaining cards from Old Su’s hand with dissatisfaction, and throwing out the smallest card.

Then, pouting her cute little mouth, she threw the remaining cards in her hand heavily into the deck, picked up the cut-out paper strip, licked it with her pink tongue, and stuck it heavily on Old Su’s forehead.

“Bad daddy, this is your punishment for bullying me!”

Shu Ting stood on the kang, hands on her slender waist, looking at Old Su with a provocative and teasing gaze.

Old Su's heart pounded uncontrollably. In the bright moonlight, the image of his deceased wife appeared before him once more.

At that moment, his heart betrayed him, mistaking Shu Ting for his wife who had been dead for over three years.

"Shu Fen, is that you? You've returned?"

Old Su murmured to himself, his eyes filled with deep infatuation as he looked at Shu Ting.

His memory returned to twenty years ago, when his wife had just married him, as young as Shu Ting was now, beautiful as a blooming white begonia. Almost every detail of her body stirred his longing and desire.

At this moment, Old Su completely forgot his gamble with himself, involuntarily opening his arms to embrace the petite figure before him. Tears welled in his old eyes, and he spontaneously recited an ancient poem.

"Ten years have passed, life and death have separated us, I try not to think of you, yet I cannot forget. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, no place to speak of my sorrow. Even if we met, you would not recognize me, my face covered in dust, my hair like frost. Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, you were combing your hair. We looked at each other speechlessly, only

tears streaming down our faces. I know that every year, at this place,

my heart will break, on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill." As he recited with deep emotion, Old Su was already in tears, his arms around Shu Ting so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Looking into her father-in-law's affectionate eyes, Shu Ting's heart trembled involuntarily.

Although she had graduated from university for almost three years, she still possessed the literary spirit of a talented woman from Jiangnan.

She loved words that were beautiful in themselves but also evoked sadness, and she loved the kind of beautiful love that could only be found in ancient books.

However, Old Su's heartfelt confession, in which he mistook her for his deceased wife, shocked her deeply. She then understood his profound love for his wife and was deeply moved. Almost instinctively

, she pressed her petite body against Old Su, feeling his strong arms and warm body.

Time seemed to stand still. The bright moonlight illuminated the tightly embracing figures of the father-in-law and daughter-in-law, casting their long shadows on the wall.

Old Su felt a surge of rage within him, and he pressed Shu Ting's delicate body against the wall. His rough hands gently grasped her delicate chin, and his stubble-covered face pressed against hers, his dry lips meeting her moist, pink lips.

These past few days, Lao Su had not only quit smoking but also paid special attention to his personal hygiene. Just now, he had brushed his teeth, and his breath still carried the fresh scent of mint toothpaste.

Feeling Lao Su's masculine warmth, Shu Ting unconsciously closed her eyes, letting his tongue, like an eel, explore her moist mouth.

Shu Ting's mouth was moist and soft, carrying a faint fragrance, which made the fire in Lao Su's heart burn even more fiercely. He couldn't help but hug her delicate body tightly, his rough hands reaching directly to slip under the bottom of her white wool turtleneck sweater.

Feeling the roughness of Lao Su's hands, Shu Ting finally came back to her senses from his passionate yet frenzied kiss. Her snow-white hands covered her chest, stopping Lao Su's next move.

"Dad, I'm your daughter-in-law, your son's wife, how could you..."

Hearing Shu Ting's panicked voice, despite the burning flame in his heart, Lao Su stopped his hands with some disappointment.

"Shuting, I'm sorry, just now, I mistook you for..."

Seeing his daughter-in-law clutching her chest, her eyes filled with panic and reproach, Old Su quickly removed his large hand from her bosom, his voice full of apology.

"I know, you mistook me for your mother-in-law."

Shuting's voice was soft, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, not daring to look at Old Su's weathered face.

"Girl, it's getting late, go home and rest."

Old Su turned away with considerable disappointment, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, his shadow cast on the wall, appearing so lonely.

Shuting looked at Old Su with a complicated expression for a while, finally obediently getting out of bed, putting on her slippers, and walking out with her head down.

Seeing Shuting leave, Old Su impatiently closed his bedroom door, shone a flashlight, and took out the hardcover notebook filled with his desires and decadence. He quickly took off his clothes, crawled into bed, and carefully examined the notes he had left in the notebook over the past few days.

At first, these written records were merely used to document the affairs between the scholar and his daughter-in-law, and to summarize methods for seducing her based on the scholar's experiences.

However, as time went on, Old Su poured all his infatuation and fantasies about Shuting into the notebook, completely transforming it into a true diary of his love for his daughter-in-law.

Picking up a ballpoint pen, he carefully recorded every detail of the day in the notebook. When he wrote about Shuting being held in his arms and passionately kissed under the moonlight, the demon within Old Su could no longer be suppressed, and his enormous penis instantly swelled to its limit.

Old Su placed the notebook under his pillow, kicked back a corner of the quilt, letting his penis protrude outside, and gripped it tightly with his rough, old hands.

Imagining Shuting being held tightly in his arms, Old Su went mad, vigorously stroking his enormous penis up and down. The scene in his mind gradually transformed into what he actually wanted to do, but was restrained by the ethics and morality of the world, and could only imagine in his mind.

In his fantasy, Shu Ting didn't stop his next move, nor did she remind him of their identities. Instead, she let him hold her in his arms, kissing and kneading her passionately. He let his rough hands untie the bra straps hidden beneath her snow-white turtleneck, grasping and kneading her two small but perfectly shaped breasts, which almost completely fit into his palms.

Her lips didn't leave his either; in the heat of passion, she gently parted her tightly clenched teeth, letting her pink tongue intertwine with his.

Driven mad by her undulating tongue, Old Su roughly ripped off her white turtleneck and pink bra with black stripes.

Although he had never seen the color of Shu Ting's nipples before, Old Su instinctively felt they were pink, full of moisture, like two cherries just picked from a branch.

Just as Old Su was about to put Shu Ting's two pink cherries into his mouth, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation down his spine. Thick, hot semen, with a strong fishy smell, uncontrollably sprayed onto his clean bedding, everywhere, even splattering onto the recently painted walls, leaving a rather bizarre wet map. After releasing his pent-up desire

, Old Su collapsed weakly onto the disheveled bedsheets. Having not done such things for many years, he felt that lately, his ability to last longer seemed to be getting shorter and shorter.

Especially when he fantasized about Shu Ting, he would always ejaculate prematurely at the most crucial moment. Even he himself wondered if it was because of his age that his penis was starting to lose its effectiveness.

Even in his imagination, he still hadn't gone all the way with Shu Ting, but the pleasure of ejaculation still made Old Su feel refreshed and relaxed on the warm kang (heated brick bed). Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

He slept like a log, but Shu Ting lay on the newly bought waterbed, unable to sleep for a long time.

As a woman, she clearly felt Old Su's uncontrollable lust for her.

However, being kind-hearted by nature, she didn't blame Old Su for his repeated offenses; instead, she felt a sense of sympathy.

She knew that nowadays, due to improved living conditions, even people in their sixties or seventies could still have normal sexual desires and yearnings for love, just like young people.

As a child, Shu Ting felt a pang of guilt for neglecting Lao Su's feelings for so long. To provide a good life for her and her husband, Lao Su had been like an old ox, silently and tirelessly giving to them, while they, as his children, had almost nothing to give back except to take from him.

Thinking about this, tears welled up in Shu Ting's eyes.

She made a silent decision: she would pay even closer attention to Lao Su's life from now on, taking meticulous care of him in every detail of daily life and in terms of affection.

Not only that, but if a suitable candidate came along, she wouldn't mind helping Lao Su find a marriage partner.

Although marriage might cause many family disputes, Shu Ting believed that as long as she was patient enough, she could try her best to resolve these conflicts.

Having made up her mind, Shu Ting lay back down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

[Chapter Thirteen: Companionship].

In the following days, the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law seemed to have returned to normal.

But both Lao Su and Shu Ting knew very well that this newfound normalcy was fundamentally different from their previous so-called normalcy.

They tacitly avoided mentioning anything about that night, but anyone with eyes could see that they were noticeably closer than before.

Lao Su was no longer the lazybones he once was, like a hibernating bear, confined to his home, only eating and sleeping.

Instead, he was like a vigorous, energetic horse, constantly taking Shu Ting around, exploring every possible place nearby.

Lao Su felt incredibly happy about this; he seemed to have returned to his youth, accompanying his wife, who was just as lively and energetic as Shu Ting back then, on her travels. He felt an indescribable joy and warmth in his heart.

Shu Ting was just as happy as him. For her, perhaps only by maintaining such joy and rhythm year-round could her father-in-law truly overcome the loneliness and isolation brought on by the loss of his wife.

However, neither of them expected that in this joyful atmosphere, their relationship seemed to deepen unknowingly, even reaching the point of being inseparable.

Happy days are always fleeting. Just before the second snowfall of that winter, Shu Ting received a call from home.

Her mother, due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, was now unconscious in her hospital bed. Given the current situation, the only thing Shu Ting could do was rush home as soon as possible to see her mother one last time.

Upon receiving the devastating news, Shu Ting cried uncontrollably. Old Su, however, was decisive. That very night, he found a taxi in the village, spending over five hundred yuan to take them directly to the provincial capital's airport. Then, he paid extra for a flight to Jiangnan, and that same evening, the two arrived in Shu Ting's hometown.

All of this, the two seemed to have forgotten to tell Zhiyong. Their long years of living together had almost made them forget that such a person even existed.

After seeing Shuting, her mother completely lost all vital signs that very night.

The tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases; the child wishes to care for their parents, but they are no longer there. This is undoubtedly the greatest pain in the world. Shuting, suddenly losing her mother, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Living at home, everything she saw reminded her of her mother. The heavy grief almost made her sleepless. Even though she looked extremely tired and yawned constantly, the moment her head hit the pillow, she would be awakened by nightmares and unable to fall back asleep.

Under such torment, Shuting looked incredibly haggard, and even lost more than two pounds.

Beside her were now two men who would put her first under any circumstances, the two men who loved her most. Looking at Shuting's increasingly thin face, Shuting's father and Old Su sat together every day, playing chess, looking at each other with worried expressions.

“My dear in-law, take Shuting away. If we let her stay here every day, I’m afraid… I’m afraid this stubborn girl will leave with her mother because she’s heartbroken.”

Looking at the chessboard, which Old Su had cornered, Shuting’s father slammed the chess piece heavily onto the board.

“My dear in-law, three years ago, my wife also left me. So, I understand your pain and loneliness now. What will you do if you let Shuting leave at this time?”

Seeing Shuting’s father turn his face away in deep sorrow, Old Su’s voice was equally heavy. Deep down

, he certainly wanted to take Shuting back to the Northeast. On one hand, he could effectively prevent her from being reminded of her husband by seeing familiar things; on the other hand, he still harbored some unpleasant thoughts about Shuting.

However, at this moment, he always felt that what he was doing was too selfish and hurtful to his in-laws' feelings. They had raised their daughter for so many years, only for her to marry so far away and not come back for so many years, which already seemed unreasonable. But now, her mother had died, and her body was barely cold, yet he was thinking of taking Shuting away. This was truly inhumane.

“Father-in-law, please don’t talk about reason or propriety. Xiaoting is our only daughter in this life. For us, as long as she’s happy, even if we die, it’s worth it!” The father-in

-law’s voice was filled with pain.

“Father-in-law, don’t sound so sorrowful. I believe time changes everything. When my wife Shufen left me, I felt like my world had collapsed, but three years have passed, and I’m living a happy life.”

Old Su emotionally grasped his father-in-law’s hand, his words heavy with meaning.

“Why don’t you come back to the Northeast with us? Our house is big, and the nearby mountains are beautiful. You’ll never want to leave.”

Although he felt that his father-in-law’s return would only disrupt his and Shuting’s peaceful life, Old Su still had to extend a sincere invitation.

“No, I won’t go. This is my home. I’m not going anywhere else.”

The father-in-law’s voice held an unyielding stubbornness.

“Father-in-law, please don’t try to comfort me. I’m a teacher. Even without my wife, I still have my students, my career, and my chess. This world has given me so much, enough to completely heal the wound in my heart from losing my wife.”

“Father-in-law, I’m so sorry to have wronged you. I really am.”

Old Su’s hand tightened around his father-in-law’s hand again.

“Father-in-law, to be precise, it’s you who’s been wronged. Shu Ting has told me these past few days that Zhi Yong is busy with his business, and Shu Ting has been spoiled by us. She’s so childish. From now on, you’ll have to take good care of her.”

His father-in-law’s voice was full of sincerity.

Since the decision had been made, Sun Lei naturally couldn’t say anything more to his father-in-law. After spending two more days with his father-in-law in Jiangnan, he took Shu Ting and flew back to his hometown.

When the two arrived home, it was already evening. In the northeastern countryside, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys everywhere.

Old Su brought the distraught Shu Ting home. He hurriedly lit the boiler and started cooking dinner on the large stove in the main room.

Because of her grief, Shu Ting had a poor appetite for the past few days. To make it more palatable for her, Old Su made porridge with a mixture of rice and millet, and stewed pickled cabbage. Afraid that Shu Ting wouldn't like it, he also went next door to get some kimchi and a few salted duck eggs.

Back home, Old Su put the kimchi in a small bowl and split the salted duck eggs in half with a knife. By the time he had everything ready, Shu Ting had already struggled to her feet and placed the steaming porridge on the table for him.

"Dad, you eat. I have no appetite, I can't eat,"

Shu Ting said weakly, preparing to leave. Old Su, having gone to so much trouble for her, couldn't let her leave and quickly pulled her back onto the kang (heated brick bed).

"Girl, as the saying goes, food is the foundation of life. You'll get hungry if you skip a meal. You haven't eaten properly for so many days. Come on, sit here. Even if it's just for my sake, you have to eat more."

"But I really have no appetite..."

Shu Ting sat at the table, her brows furrowed in pain.

"Then let Dad feed you."

Old Su said, picking up an empty bowl and pouring half a bowl of boiling rice porridge into it. He shook it and stirred it with a ceramic spoon, constantly singing a lullaby he used to soothe a child.

"Hot porridge, hot porridge, let it cool down first, little dog, little dog, wait a moment..."

Watching him shake his head and sway, even though Shu Ting's heart was breaking, she couldn't help but cover her cute little mouth and let out bursts of silvery laughter.

"Dad, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore. How can you treat me like this?"

"Silly girl, in Dad's heart, you'll always be a child who never grows up. Being able to take care of you is Dad's greatest happiness."

Old Su looked at Shu Ting with deep affection, gently shaking the bowl of rice in his hand.

Seeing Old Su's earnest expression, Shu Ting couldn't help but choke up. These past few days, she had been lost in her grief over losing her mother, neglecting the two men who loved her most.

"Girl, you're not allowed to cry while eating, or you'll stop eating and it'll be terrible,"

Old Su said with feigned concern, grabbing a napkin from the table and frantically wiping away her tears.

"Dad, I won't cry, I'll eat by myself..."

Shu Ting stubbornly tried to snatch the bowl away, but Old Su chuckled and took it back to his arms, then scooped up a spoonful with a small ceramic spoon and held it to Shu Ting's lips.

Shu Ting couldn't bear to refuse his gentleness any longer and obediently opened her mouth, letting him feed her spoonful by spoonful of rice porridge.

Old Su's movements were exceptionally gentle; he would put each spoonful in his own mouth to test the temperature until it felt just right before feeding it to Shu Ting. His meticulous manner was just like a mother feeding her baby.

However, Shu Ting was unaware that his other purpose in doing so was to unabashedly enjoy the unique flavor of Shu Ting on the spoon. This way of feeding him gave him the illusion that he was frantically kissing Shu Ting.

[Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (14-15)

Author: baiing.

Word count: 6360.

Chapter Fourteen: Desire and Love.

Under Lao Su's earnest persuasion, Shu Ting ate more than half a bowl of hot porridge before telling him that she couldn't eat anything more.

Because of the fatigue from the journey, Lao Su told her to take a shower first, and he would clean up the table.

By the time he finished cleaning up, Shu Ting had already finished showering and returned to her room. She turned on the night light and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Lao Su stood downstairs, looking at the light in Shu Ting's room, and sighed heavily.

He knew he had to do something. As the saying goes, a mother and daughter are of one heart; his mother-in-law's departure was like taking Shu Ting's soul away. Even if leaving Jiangnan prevented Shu Ting from being reminded of him by familiar things, how could he so easily comfort his daughter's heart?

He wanted to do something, but he realized he had already said almost everything he needed to say. Going back to repeating the story of emptying the manure was pointless.

So, he went back to his room, wanting a shot of liquor to ease his mind, but remembering his promise, he pushed the bottle aside.

Looking at the bottle lying on the kang (heated brick bed) and the linoleum floor, Old Su suddenly felt a thought. He quickly picked it up, ran to the yard, climbed onto the roof, retrieved a small basket of raw peanuts, went back inside, took the liquor bottle, and knocked on Shu Ting's door.

The door opened after a long time. Shu Ting stood inside, looking at Old Su with a lost and confused expression, wondering what he was up to.

“Girl, Dad knows you’re upset, and I know you won’t be able to sleep in your room tonight. Instead of that, why don’t we go to my room, sit on the kang (heated brick bed), have a good chat, drink some wine, and talk for a while? Maybe with the help of alcohol, you’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep.”

Shu Ting was a quiet woman, and normally she would never agree to this. But now, having just lost her mother, her heart was like a ship that had lost its course. The pain of losing her loved one had completely broken her spirit, and perhaps only the numbness of alcohol could offer her relief.

“Dad, let’s go!”

Shu Ting agreed to Old Su without hesitation and went back to his room with him. Old Su set up the kang table, placed the winnowing basket filled with raw peanuts, and filled two cups with wine.

Shu Ting picked up her glass and downed the liquor in one gulp, immediately choking and coughing uncontrollably from the pungent liquid. She had always been well-mannered, drinking only fruit juice from elementary school to university, regardless of the occasion. This was her first time drinking alcohol, and she never expected the Northeastern liquor to be so strong.

"Drink slowly, child. Dad knows you're suffering, but don't ruin it for yourself. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I've been through similar things

myself..." Old Su took a sip, recalling the difficult years after his wife's passing. A person who had been with him for decades was a companion in old age. Even after his wife passed away, he still felt she hadn't left; her image was everywhere—in the kitchen, in the cupboards. His

rough hands rubbed off the red skins of peanuts as Old Su popped them into his mouth, recounting his past sorrows to Shu Ting. Shu Ting, already deeply attached to her mother, was immediately moved to tears.

The father-in-law and daughter-in-law drank and chatted all the way, until finally, they started thinking about their own sad stories and hugged each other, sobbing uncontrollably. Even though Shu Ting had cried her eyes out, Old Su still stirred up her emotions, and she cried

even harder. "Alright, the past is the past. We still have to live our lives,"

Old Su said, seeing that Shu Ting had cried enough and knew that the pent-up resentment in her heart had subsided. He simply picked up

his glass and clinked it with Shu Ting's. Shu Ting was already quite drunk, the alcohol choking her. She hadn't even drunk half a glass when she sprayed out the peanuts she had eaten, splattering them all over herself.

With the spraying of the discounted liquor, Shu Ting reached her limit, collapsing unconscious on the kang (heated brick bed). Even though she was unconscious, she was still spraying liquor and chewed peanuts, which flowed down her neck and into her body.

"How did this girl get so drunk?"

Old Su shook his head. He had a high tolerance for alcohol, and this amount was barely enough to satisfy him. Seeing Shu Ting collapsed on the kang (heated brick bed), making a mess of himself, Old Su quickly cleared the kang table, went out to fetch hot water in a plastic basin, and wiped the linoleum floor clean.

Shu Ting was now vomiting violently, her body covered in alcohol and vomit. Old Su shook his head helplessly and picked up the unconscious Shu Ting.

Shu Ting was wearing a white V-neck wool sweater and black cashmere thermal leggings. With her vomiting, she was covered in filth, and residual alcohol had even seeped into her underwear.

Helpless, Old Su had to remove her sweater and leggings. The scene before him left him speechless.

Her daughter-in-law's skin was snow-white. Today, she wore a mixed-color bra with white lace trim and purple silk cups that tightly hugged her full breasts, creating a long, alluring cleavage.

Seeing that Shu Ting's bra was stained with leftover wine, Old Su sighed, suppressing his desire. He unhooked the bra from behind and took it off. A pair of small, but perfectly round, white breasts immediately stood out, completely drawing Old Su's attention.

Shu Ting's nipples were small, about the size of cherry seeds, and because of her fair skin, they were a perfect pink, unlike the village women who didn't even have areolas.

Old Su clearly felt the alcohol rush to his head, and his body felt like it was on fire.

"No, Su Zhijun, although you like her, what you're doing now is taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. You're a soldier, a soldier doing such a shameless thing? All those years in the army, have you wasted your time?"

Old Su slapped himself hard. Although his gambling had gradually helped him overcome his ethical hurdle, he absolutely couldn't bring himself to drug and rape the woman he loved while drunk.

His military career had instilled in him a belief that whatever he wanted, he should strive for it honestly and fairly. He, Su Zhijun, truly despised anything obtained through despicable means.

To avoid becoming a beast himself, Old Su simply closed his eyes and used a warm, freshly washed towel to clean Shu Ting's body, biting his lip as he wiped away the filth.

"Mom, don't leave me, don't leave me..."

Shu Ting suddenly murmured in a dreamlike voice, wrapping her snow-white arms around Old Su and pressing his head tightly against her chest.

Because she had just drunk alcohol, Shu Ting's body was hot, yet so soft. This embrace was like the last straw, completely breaking Lao Su's nerves.

As if possessed, Lao Su pressed Shu Ting down on the bed, frantically kissing her rounded breasts, moving from her breasts to her right nipple, then sucking on it passionately until his mouth was dry, before finally releasing her.

The nipple he was sucking stood erect, defiantly erect, its barbs engorged and prominent.

Lao Su was completely driven mad. He reached out and pulled down Shu Ting's long johns and underwear together. Shu Ting had always had a good figure; her legs, though not long, were incredibly slender. Now, because of her mother's death, she had clearly lost weight, her waist appearing incredibly thin, the delicate bones visible through her snow-white belly.

Feeling the painful pressure of his long penis being pressed against his cotton-padded trousers, Old Su simply took them off, revealing a penis longer than a child's arm. He straddled Shu Ting, ready to penetrate her, but was awakened by his own consciousness and conscience.

"Su Zhijun, you bastard, what are you doing?"

Old Su cursed as he left Shu Ting's body, but his eyes seemed bewitched, constantly lingering on Shu Ting's body. Her figure was so slender, her skin whiter than silk, but what aroused Old Su the most was the triangular patch of hair between her legs, dark and shiny, seemingly inviting him to enter.

"Never mind, damn it!"

Old Su cursed, quickly coming up with a compromise. He lay face down on the kang, his body spread at a sixty-degree angle to Shu Ting's, his face facing the secluded area between her legs.

After doing all this, Lao Su gently parted Shu Ting's legs. Although she was already married, because she had never given birth, Shu Ting's labia were still pink. Her labia majora were like butterflies with outstretched wings, completely unable to cover the alluring pink little hole.

Old Su couldn't wait any longer. He opened his mouth and frantically sucked on Shu Ting's labia majora. Although Shu Ting had no desire and little lubrication due to her grief, Old Su could still smell that captivating scent—a salty, pungent aroma with a hint of hormonal stimulation.

Stimulated by this scent, Old Su went completely mad, his body thrashing wildly on the kang (heated brick bed), the linoleum floorboards slapping against him with a loud crackling sound. His enormous penis rubbed against the hot floorboards with each thrust, until finally, thick semen sprayed all over the floorboards.

Chapter Fifteen: Warmth of the Heart.

The warm sunlight shone on the sweltering kang. Shu Ting, feeling weak and sore all over, rubbed her eyes and found herself sleeping naked in Old Su's room.

Remembering Old Su's somewhat inappropriate behavior towards her recently, Shu Ting was startled and quickly got up, anxiously checking her body.

There was no semen residue on her pubic hair, and she didn't feel any foreign object inserted in her vagina. Old Su hadn't done anything irrational to her; as a woman, Shu Ting could tell.

Thinking that she had misunderstood Old Su, Shu Ting felt incredibly ashamed. She simply hid herself under the covers, pressing her burning face against the kang (heated brick bed).

Last night's hangover left her feeling weak and her head throbbing as if it would split open.

Shu Ting noticed that the kang table was placed upright beside her, and on the other side of the table, the quilt was neatly folded. Despite being retired from the military for many years, Old Su was still meticulous about his personal life; the quilt was folded like a freshly cut tofu block.

Clearly, after she got drunk last night, her father-in-law had cleaned her up, worried she would get cold, so he let her sleep in his room, while he himself slept on the other side of the kang table. Shu Ting quickly came up with a reasonable explanation for herself.

Unfortunately, his explanation was completely wrong. She could never have imagined how frenzied Old Su had been last night. Although his fingers and penis hadn't penetrated her body, his tongue had licked almost every inch of her skin—nipples, armpits, labia, vagina—leaving traces of his saliva and tongue in every hidden place. Old

Su himself had lost count of how many times he'd ejaculated. Last night, he seemed to have returned to his youth when he was newly married. As soon as he regained his energy, he would lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) again, rubbing his penis against the linoleum floor, frantically violating his daughter-in-law's fair and pure body with his tongue. Only when he was so exhausted that he

could barely straighten his back did he wipe the semen off the kang with a towel, then place the kang table between them, cover himself with a quilt, and fall into a deep sleep.

Back in the army, Old Su had been a reconnaissance soldier, so he naturally knew how to disguise himself. Even the most cunning Vietnamese soldiers could be fooled by him, let alone the naive Shu Ting.

"Girl, breakfast's ready."

Old Su's booming voice rang out in the room. Realizing she was completely naked, Shu Ting felt incredibly shy and quickly hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

Old Su placed the thermos of milk on his side of the kang (heated brick bed), covered it with a towel, deliberately leaving a small gap in the teacup, sighed, and muttered, "Poor child, look what her mother's actions have done to her," before leaving the room with a troubled expression. As

Old Su left the room, he chuckled inwardly. Shu Ting's feigned sleep might fool others, but to him, a former reconnaissance soldier, it was nothing more than child's play.

The freshly warmed milk emitted a fragrant aroma. Shu Ting, who had drunk alcohol the night before, felt a burning sensation in her stomach, and the milk immediately whetted her appetite. She quickly picked up the thermos and drank the milk in one gulp, feeling a warm comfort in her stomach.

She suddenly remembered that no one in her village raised dairy cows; to get milk, she had to travel more than ten miles to another village. Could it be that her father-in-law had gotten up early to fetch milk especially for her?

Thinking of this, Shu Ting was completely moved, and her longing for her mother was noticeably lessened.

Her father-in-law, despite his rough exterior, was incredibly thoughtful. If only her husband were half as considerate! At that moment, Shu Ting unconsciously compared her husband to her father-in-law. As

Shu Ting was lost in thought, Old Su's hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Shu Ting darted back into bed; she didn't want Old Su to see her naked while she was awake.

Old Su came in carrying a pile of clothes, went to the kang table, tested the temperature of the kang with his hand, spread the clothes out one by one, and then covered them with his own quilt.

Shu Ting, who had been secretly watching with half-closed eyes, was so moved that tears almost streamed down her face. What a thoughtful father-in-law! He went to such lengths to ensure she had warm enough clothes.

After doing all this, Old Su silently withdrew. Last night's exertion had left his back and knees aching, and he couldn't let Shu Ting notice a trace of it.

To catch up on sleep, Old Su went to a mahjong parlor. The owner was an old acquaintance of his, and he borrowed the owner's kang (heated brick bed). Ignoring the noise outside, Old Su slept until noon before stretching and getting up to go home for lunch.

"Old Su, you didn't get involved with the widow from the next village, did you? Look at you, you can barely straighten your back."

The mahjong parlor owner's voice was teasing. Thinking of the thrill of his battle with his daughter-in-law last night—although they hadn't actually gone all the way—the thrill of crossing ethical boundaries still made Old Su's long queue stand up high.

"Looks like I'll have to drink some milk like my daughter-in-law from now on, otherwise these old bones will fall apart,"

Old Su thought shamelessly to himself, returning home with a flushed face.

Shu Ting had already prepared lunch. Seeing Old Su return, she immediately and attentively welcomed him into the house. Her virtuous demeanor made Old Su wonder if his wife had returned.

In the following days, Shu Ting's mood improved significantly; she even began to smile when speaking to Old Su.

However, this didn't mean the young woman had truly overcome the grief of losing her mother. In the quiet of the night, she would still wake up from nightmares, crying until her pillow was soaked, then sitting on the bed hugging her knees until dawn.

Others might not know this, but it certainly didn't escape Old Su's notice.

Three nights later, Shu Ting woke up again from a dream. She dreamt of her mother again. To avoid waking Old Su, she bit her pillowcase tightly, trying not to make a sound, letting her tears silently slide down her face.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Before Shu Ting could react, Old Su had already barged in, sat down beside her, and turned on the nightlight.

"Dad, you..."

Shu Ting wiped away her tears, looking at Old Su helplessly.

"Girl, don't think Dad doesn't know anything. Let me tell you, I've seen you unable to sleep these past few nights, crying every day. Poor child, it breaks my heart."

Old Su's voice was full of heartache, making Shu Ting's heart ache even more. She hugged his strong body and cried uncontrollably.

Shu Ting cried herself to sleep and lay down on the bed. Old Su covered her with the blanket, lay down beside her, and gently patted her with his rough hands, humming a children's song.

"Little boy, little boy, carrying a schoolbag to school..."

"Dad, I'm not a child anymore."

Shu Ting found Old Su's behavior both amusing and exasperating, and couldn't help but protest.

"Nonsense, in Dad's eyes, even if you're seventy or eighty, you're still a child. Good girl, sleep well, Dad will comfort you."

"Thank you, Dad, you're so kind."

Shu Ting looked at Old Su with immense gratitude.

"I'm fine now, Dad, go back to sleep."

"Sleep my ass! Do you think Dad can sleep like this?"

Old Su said, ignoring Shu Ting's pleas, and lay down beside her, gently patting her.

"Good girl, go to sleep peacefully. Seeing you sleep so well makes Dad feel at ease."

Old Su said, continuing to pat Shu Ting with his large hand and singing a lullaby to her in a deep voice. Although this behavior seemed extremely childish, it was indeed the only thing he could think of doing for Shu Ting.

"Okay, okay."

Feeling the deep love in Old Su's voice, Shu Ting nodded with great emotion, took Old Su's rough left hand, and placed it on her face.

"Dad, you know, when I was very young, my mother was a high school teacher. Because it was a boarding school, my mother had to live on campus. Back then, it was Dad who would put me to sleep. I especially liked to sleep with my arms around yours. Dad, can I sleep with my arms around yours too?"

"Okay, of course, whatever you like, Dad will do."

Old Su gave his left arm to Shu Ting and leaned down next to her. Shu Ting turned to her side, hugged Old Su's arm with both arms, and smiled sweetly at him.

"Alright, go to sleep, it's almost dawn,"

Old Su urged, lying down on the bed and greedily inhaling Shu Ting's fragrance. Shu Ting, perhaps exhausted from crying, quickly drifted off to sleep. Old Su pulled his left arm out and slipped it between her neck and the pillow, pulling her soft, fragrant body into his arms. He felt an indescribable peace and joy.

This feeling was strange; he didn't feel the same frenzied desire he had that night when he was drunk. For him, seeing Shu Ting sleeping in his arms like this was enough to satisfy him. This feeling seemed more like that of an old married couple, more like companions who could walk hand in hand through life.

These past few days, Shu Ting had been sleepless nights missing her mother, and Old Su, too, had been worrying about her, sleeping less than four hours a night. Although he was at an age where sleep was scarce, it was still too little, and coupled with worry, his spirit was exhausted to the limit.

Now, seeing Shu Ting sleeping soundly, Old Su knew he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Perhaps because they were both exhausted, or perhaps because they were embracing each other for warmth, they slept soundly until after noon the next day, when they finally woke up.

"Girl, did you finally get enough sleep?"

Old Su looked at the beauty in his arms and stretched comfortably.

"Oh dear, it's so late, Dad. If this keeps up, I'll really become a lazy old woman."

Shu Ting said coquettishly, shyly wriggling away from her father-in-law's embrace.

"Silly girl, you've been so tired these past few days. How can you be in good spirits without a good night's sleep?"

Old Su pinched her cute little nose, his voice filled with deep concern.

[Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (16-17)

Author: baiing.

Word count: 7032.

Chapter Sixteen: Drunk.

Shu Ting's mental state recovered quickly. Her previously pale face had regained its color and vitality, and the weight she had lost had returned.

All of this was thanks to Lao Su's meticulous care. In these past few days, he did everything a father-in-law could do. To him, Shu Ting was like a priceless treasure; he treated her with utmost care, almost to the point of being overly protective.

However, what made him happiest was that Shu Ting seemed to have accepted the fact that he slept with her every night. Once, he couldn't refuse and went to a friend's house in the village for a card game. After four rounds of playing cards, the sky was already showing the first light of dawn. He assumed Shu Ting was asleep, but when he got home, he found the light still on in Shu Ting's two-story house. Lao Su

panicked and rushed upstairs, only to find Shu Ting's bedroom door unlocked. Shu Ting, wearing a light pink nightgown with a white fur collar, was sitting on the bed, yawning repeatedly, but still forcing herself to play on her phone.

"Girl, why are you still up so late?"

Thinking he'd played cards all night, Old Su felt apologetic and lowered his head to Shu Ting, his face flushed.

"Dad, I'm waiting for you. I was so scared without you by my side..."

Shu Ting jumped out of bed, hugging Old Su's strong frame with a pitiful expression, sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, my good girl. I swear, I'll never come home this late again."

Old Su's heart ached for Shu Ting. He quickly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her smooth, silky hair, and softly comforting her.

He could deeply feel that Shu Ting had developed a deep dependence on him, like a child relying on her father. His job was to continue playing that role, staying by her side until her heartbreak was completely healed.

Although this simple dependence was far from reaching the level of love, it already made Lao Su feel content. His requirements for Shu Ting were actually very simple: compared to lust, he preferred peaceful companionship. He was satisfied that the two of them could enjoy the rest of their lives as they had before.

Even Lao Su himself found this change in his thinking extremely strange. Since that drunken night when he began his sinful manipulation of Shu Ting's body, his lust should have intensified. However, seeing Shu Ting's pitiful and helpless appearance, despite being by her side these past few days, he felt no lust, only heartache for her.

Perhaps this is the kind of love that writers and poets are willing to praise. Love is great because it transcends wealth and age, and is not about lust; it is simply a pure dedication, thinking of the one you love.

During these days, Lao Su successfully achieved this. With his company, Shu Ting became like a happy little lark again, and when she was happy, she would even sing a few lines of pop songs, which truly warmed Lao Su's heart.

Not only that, but the originally difficult evenings also became very happy with Lao Su's company.

Shu Ting lay on her side on the pillow, her hands behind her head, listening to Old Su tell her stories. Often, she would be snoring loudly halfway through a story.

Unlike most elderly people her age, Old Su, though not highly educated, had a rich military background. People from all over the country came from the same region, so they chatted freely. Northeasterners are naturally talkative, and after returning to his hometown, he heard countless stories. He had a good memory; he could recall most of the fantastical tales after hearing them only once, embellishing them as he recounted them, captivating Shu Ting.

Perhaps because her longing for her mother was so deep, even in her sleep, Shu Ting would curl up, her small body constantly snuggling into Old Su's arms. At these times, Old Su would often pull her close, gently stroking her legs down with his rough hands until she stretched them out and slept peacefully.

As a result, Old Su often slept very little each night, and despite being at an age where sleep is scarce, he still appeared somewhat listless.

However, seeing Shu Ting's complexion becoming rosier day by day, Old Su, though exhausted, felt sweeter than if he had eaten several pounds of honey.

Time flew by, and it was already the end of October. Every year at this time, those who went out to work had returned, and the crops in the fields were almost harvested. The people of Northeast China officially began their winter hibernation.

There's a saying that people in Northeast China are like bears in winter, doing nothing but eating and sleeping. However, if someone has actually been to Northeast China, they will find that the winter entertainment of the people there is actually richer than that of those in so-called first-tier cities.

Zhao Benshan once sang a song called "The People in Our Village," which perfectly captured the carefree and open-minded nature of Northeasterners: "Neighbors and villagers live in harmony, young and old alike get along well."

Northeasterners are truly like that. Once winter arrives, everyone gathers together, enjoying large portions of meat and bowls of wine, drinking from sunrise until the stars fill the night sky. Whoever gets drunk simply collapses on the kang (heated brick bed), wakes up, and continues drinking until the very end.

On October 24th, Lao Su took Shu Ting back to their old village. Transportation there was underdeveloped; a winding path led straight to the hillside, where about a hundred log houses with pointed roofs stood halfway up the mountain. The fences were also made of logs, and apart from the large kang in each house, there wasn't a single brick or tile to be found.

With continuous economic development, the young people had all moved out of the old village. They felt the living conditions there were too harsh. Although there was water and electricity, the lack of modern entertainment facilities made it difficult to keep the children's hearts there.

But Old Su was different. He always harbored a deep-seated nostalgia for the old village. He missed the days he spent collecting pine nuts in the woods, the smell of logs in his old house, the warm kang (heated brick bed), and everything about it.

Because of this, every year around the end of the year, he would return to the old village for a month or two. Many of his old friends shared the same sentiment, so he wasn't alone.

Life in the old village was just like in the village: a constant flow of drinks and conversations at various households. Even Shu Ting was drawn in by the women, enthusiastically accepting their urging to drink.

She was somewhat shy, and although she had resolved to drink little or none at all, the cunning Northeastern women's pressure forced her to drink like water.

The liquor of Northeast China, like the men of Northeast China, is all made by mixing grape juice pressed in the summer with the strongest grain liquor, burying it in a cellar, and soaking it for a summer. Although the flavor is diluted, the aftereffects are still very strong.

Shu Ting, of course, didn't know these tricks. After four or five sips of liquor, she immediately felt dizzy and passed out on the kang (heated brick bed) at her aunt's house next door.

Her aunt's house had a stove and two large rooms, one for the men and one for the women. Seeing that Shu Ting was sleeping soundly, she was afraid of disturbing her, so she and her daughter-in-law quickly helped her up and took her back to Old Su's old house.

Old Su was a meticulous and thrifty man. Every day before going out, he would always make sure his stove was burning brightly. His house not only had a large kang but also an underfloor heating system, so you could sit on it and feel the warmth on your bottom.

This day was no exception. Seeing the warm and cozy atmosphere in Old Su's house, his second aunt and daughter-in-law simply took the house key from Shu Ting's neck, placed her on the heated brick bed, made up the bedding for her, and, noticing her strong smell of alcohol, took off her coat, covered her with a blanket, and left.

They had only been gone a short while when Old Su rushed back. He had gotten up to go to the toilet and happened to witness his second aunt and daughter-in-law taking Shu Ting home.

Although he had abstained from alcohol as agreed with Shu Ting, using his high blood pressure as an excuse to avoid drinking, when Old Su saw Shu Ting's beautiful and graceful figure, he still felt a burning passion within him. The crazy scene from that drunken night involuntarily flashed through his mind.

He watched his second aunt take Shu Ting home, and seeing his second aunt and daughter-in-law return to their seats, he then carefully made his way back to his own yard, following the corner of the wall without using a ladder.

His aunt was very thoughtful; before leaving, she made sure to turn off the lights and lock the door. Old Su turned on the hallway light, but stood hesitantly in front of the tightly closed bedroom door.

The last time he had that kind of thing with Shu Ting was after getting drunk. Under the influence of alcohol, he was able to completely abandon such damned notions of morality. But now, he hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol.

Although decisive by nature, at this moment, Old Su felt a sense of unease for the first time. The half-open door in front of him was no less than the gates of hell for him; he knew clearly the consequences of pushing the door open.

He wanted to climb back over the wall, but the devilishly tempting voice in his heart warned him that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he missed it, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

"Dad, I'm thirsty, I want water!"

Shu Ting's voice was muffled in the bedroom. It was this one sentence that completely dispelled all of Old Su's worries. He gritted his teeth, went to the stove to get a thermos and a large enamel mug, and resolutely opened the door. He was immediately stunned by the alluring scene inside.

She was wearing a light brown undershirt and matching leggings. Her cute, doll-like face was flushed with alcohol, and perhaps because of the alcohol, she seemed a little hot. Her right shoulder had slipped out from under the undershirt.

Shu Ting was very thin, resulting in deep shoulder hollows. She had once experimented and found that fifteen one-yuan coins could fit inside.

Shoulder hollows are definitely one of the most sensual parts of a woman's body. Looking at Shu Ting's half-exposed shoulder, Old Su's previously uneasy heart finally calmed down, and he made his final decision: tonight, no matter what, he would indulge himself one more time, completely and utterly.

Chapter Seventeen Indulgence Although he had made up his mind, Old Su did not rush in directly. As a veteran who had experienced life and death on the battlefield, his rationality was many times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Since he was planning to do something bad, he naturally had to think about how to cover it up first. To conceal the traces as much as possible, he prepared rags, wet wipes, and perfume. The floor covering in his house was made of linoleum, which, if wiped carefully enough, could easily cover up the semen stains. The wet wipes and perfume were to mask the fishy smell.

After doing all this, Old Su turned around and hung the tarpaulin he used for warmth on the window. In the cold Northeast, it would not only block the wind and snow but also prevent any light from getting through.

Having done all this, Old Su's desire was almost melting his body. He impatiently bolted the door to the outer room and locked it from the inside with a wooden bolt. Then, he took the prepared tools and rushed into the bedroom, turning on the bedroom light.

"Dad, I'm thirsty, I want some water."

Shu Ting was used to being waited on by Old Su every day, and she never wanted to get up to get water herself at night; Old Su always had to get out of bed to pour it for her. Old Su always tolerated this childish whining, to the point that it had become a habit—even when she was drunk, she still wanted Old Su to pour her water.

"Baby, I'm here."

Old Su poured water from the large mug, added a few drops of honey, picked up the water bottle from the small table in the corner of the bedroom, adjusted the temperature, and then helped Shu Ting's already limp body sit up so she could drink from the mug.

The opening of Shu Ting's undershirt was quite large, and her half-reclining position allowed Old Su a hazy glimpse of her round, firm breasts beneath her clothes, further fueling his desire.

Although he was practically going crazy with desire because of this girl, Old Su didn't rush into anything. Instead, he used the water from the large tea mug to test how drunk she was. Seeing that Shu Ting was completely intoxicated, with most of the water spilled on her, Old Su felt relieved.

"Girl, lie down properly for Dad. Dad will feed you some water."

Because he was so excited, Old Su's voice trembled slightly. He simply moved the pillow over and laid Shu Ting's head flat on it before picking up the tea mug, taking a sip of honey water, and then pressing his lips to Shu Ting's fragrant lips.

Last time Shu Ting was drunk, because he was afraid she would smell the alcohol on his breath, Old Su only gave her a light kiss on her two lovely red lips. Now, having learned his lesson, he decided to use this method to kiss her.

The honey water was sweet. Old Su greedily kissed her lips, which were moistened with honey water. His teeth gently bit her lips, which seemed to be painted with vermilion, and then gently let go. His tongue greedily and slowly licked her moist lips, including her pearly teeth, as if he were savoring the most delicious food in the world, making smacking sounds as he ate.

Although she was already drunk and unconscious, Shu Ting still felt unbearably thirsty. Her fragrant tongue instinctively licked her lips moistened with honey water. Under Old Su's frantic licking, her pink tongue intertwined with his greedy tongue without any resistance.

Lips and teeth touching, tongues intertwined, was the most intimate and tender scene between a man and a woman. Although she had drunk alcohol, Shu Ting's mouth still had a unique fragrance. She let him frantically take what he wanted, but she just calmly intertwined and chased after him.

Old Su was completely driven mad by Shu Ting's fragrant tongue. His wicked hand couldn't help but slip inside her collar, grasping one of her perfectly round breasts. Through the bra, he sandwiched the pink flesh between his middle and index fingers, rubbing it frantically.

Although still asleep, Shu Ting's body was exceptionally sensitive. Old Su could clearly feel her breasts, which had been somewhat dry and slightly inverted, becoming erect from his caresses, and a layer of damp sweat appeared on them.

That damp feeling excited Old Su even more. He released Shu Ting's lips, propped the pillow against the linoleum-covered wall, and slipped his hand behind her back, half-sitting her against the wall.

After doing all this, Old Su's rough hand reached behind her and unhooked her bra, deftly removing it from her clothes. Her breasts immediately sprang out like adorable little rabbits.

Shu Ting was very fashionable; her bra was made of violet silk, and the two cups were trimmed with cute pink lace. Old Su's heart burned with desire. He held it to his nose and inhaled deeply until he was almost breathless with excitement.

He roughly tossed the bra onto the heated brick bed, then pulled out the breasts he had longed for for so many days and pressed them against the collar of her undershirt. Seeing the tight collar making her nipples stand erect, Old Su felt like he was being burned by lust. His voice hoarse, he whispered shameless sweet nothings in Shu Ting's ear.

“Good daughter, good daughter-in-law, I’ve been feeding you water for so long, and I’m thirsty too. Considering how much I’ve taken care of you these past few days, let me drink my fill.”

Old Su said, picking up the large tea mug, dipping his finger in the honey water, and sprinkling drops onto her pink nipples. He admired the beauty of the glistening droplets clinging to her nipples for a long time before suddenly opening his mouth and taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Closing his eyes, Old Su patiently tasted Shu Ting’s nipple with his tongue. The sensation was like a puppy eating; his tongue moved nimbly over the nipple, and the lewd gurgling sounds made Old Su unable to resist any longer. He quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his damned penis.

Old Su’s penis was huge, about 10 cm when fully erect, and extremely thick; the glans alone was thicker than a duck egg.

Old Su, with his penis still outside the kang (heated brick bed), took a mouthful of honey water, moved a pillow over his shoulder, and rested his head on Shu Ting's lap. He then lay down on the kang, the raised position allowing him to comfortably savor Shu Ting's pink, cherry-like breasts. He

frantically sucked on Shu Ting's breasts, the tender flesh mixed with honey water intensely stimulating his taste buds, driving him to a frenzy. His rough tongue completely enveloped the pink breasts, letting the slightly sweet honey water flow continuously from the corners of his mouth.

Although still dreaming, Shu Ting's body was still sensitive. With Old Su's licking, she continuously emitted low moans that seemed to be suppressed. Initially, Old Su was worried she would suddenly wake up and dared not lick too hard, but seeing her brows furrowed and her eyes remaining closed no matter how he played with her breasts, Old Su immediately relaxed and began to enjoy Shu Ting's body without restraint.

As he licked her breasts, Old Su realized that such stimulation alone was no longer enough to satisfy his fervor. He took one of Shu Ting's soft, smooth hands, bent her fingers into a semi-circle, and inserted his penis, larger than a duck egg, into it. While savoring the beauty's cherry-like breasts, he held Shu Ting's hand tightly, letting her stroke it for him.

Due to her well-maintained skin, Shu Ting's hand was very smooth; the warm, slippery touch quickly caused Old Su's penis to swell to its limit. Beneath the duck-egg-sized glans were strong, dragon-like veins, making the object look particularly ferocious, as if it could burst forth at any moment and soar to the heavens.

Old Su closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, until this stimulation was no longer enough, and then he began the next step.

Because of playing with Shu Ting's breasts while sucking on sugar water, Lao Su's wool sweater and Shu Ting's knitwear were already soaked with water. Lao Su stood up, stripped off his clothes and threw them aside, then knelt down in front of Shu Ting, lifted her arms, and roughly pulled off her knitwear, making her lie back down on the heated brick bed. He then lifted her legs, pulling off her black winter skirt and trousers along with them, and then her underwear as well.

Shu Ting's skin was snow-white and translucent. Lao Su picked out the underwear from the pile of clothes; it was a violet-colored pair of underwear. In the middle, where it touched her vulva, there was a pure cotton protective layer for protection. Because of long-term contact with Shu Ting's tender vulva, it was damp and had a feminine, fishy smell.

Lao Su rolled up the underwear, held the protective layer to his nose, and greedily inhaled it. The long-lost feminine scent drove him into a deep frenzy, his mind preoccupied with how to take more from Shu Ting.

He tossed Shuting's panties onto the linoleum floor, then lifted her from behind and placed her on his lap. While frantically kissing her smooth, white back, his two wicked hands reached around from behind. One hand gripped Shuting's firm, round breasts, while the other parted her legs, his rough fingers directly touching her warm, moist labia. He parted the butterfly-like labia and ruthlessly inserted them, frantically kneading the delicate clitoris.

Even in her sleep, Shuting's body was still incredibly sensitive; her vagina was incredibly wet, and the fingers inside made soft, gurgling sounds, completely different from his previous experience.

Perhaps, because of the recent loss of her mother, she was overwhelmed with grief and had no time to consider sex, but now that she had recovered, she naturally reacted.

At this crucial moment, Old Su had no time to speculate about why Shu Ting's vagina had been so dry last time. Seeing his daughter-in-law's vulva so wet and slippery, he simply pulled her back against the wall, resting her delicate body against his right shoulder. He leaned over, tasting her breasts while rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Although she was still asleep, Shu Ting's body was incredibly sensitive. The hot, sticky fluid quickly soaked Old Su's rough hands, wetting her already sparse pubic hair, which clung obediently to her pink entrance.

Because Zhiguo was away for many years, she hadn't made love to her husband for over six months. As a mature woman, desire was like a flood trapped outside a dam; even the slightest breach would unleash its full force. Old Su's rough fingers inserted into her tender vulva were the final straw that broke the dam of morality.

As Lao Su's fingers thrust in and out of her tender hole, Shu Ting, under the catalysis of alcohol, completely released her lust. Although she was unconscious, her delicate body arched tightly, and her slender waist moved rapidly and rhythmically with Lao Su's fingers. Warm honey splattered all over the floor.

"Girl (a Northeasterner's term for his daughter), you look like a porcelain doll. I didn't expect your body to be so sensitive. Dad is really blessed."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law's body was still trembling slightly after the orgasm, and her delicate body was covered with a very tempting blush due to the excessive force, Lao Su completely went crazy. He laid Shu Ting's delicate body flat on the bed, spread her pink legs, and raised his penis high!

Main text [Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (18)

Author: baiing.

Word count: 4089.

Chapter 18.

Just as Old Su was about to penetrate his daughter-in-law's tender vagina, a voice suddenly rang in his mind, "Old man, have you thought about how you're going to explain this to your daughter-in-law tomorrow?"

Yes, this question that had been troubling Old Su was indeed unanswerable. His years of military service had instilled in him a firm belief in one truth: men and women must respect each other. A man who wanted a woman's affection must respect her and not violate her wishes, especially in matters of sex. He couldn't just indulge his lust at the expense of her will, nor could he disregard morality and ethics.

Old Su was also very faithful; for three years after his wife's death, he hadn't had a single scandal. Now that his daughter-in-law had arrived, this beautiful young woman was filial, sensible, and gorgeous, which he adored. However, he had never harbored any romantic feelings for her until he saw the video of the scholar and his daughter-in-law, and the written descriptions of the scholar seducing her. Only then did Old Su's heart stir, igniting his desire to possess his daughter-in-law.

However, he was even more unwilling to go against her will, given such a good daughter-in-law. He wanted her to willingly give herself to him, to depend on him, and to become his woman. Although they had been dating for several months and their relationship was very close and harmonious, she had not yet expressed any intention to give him her body or to sexually merge with him.

If he were to take advantage of her drunkenness today, he would have no way to explain it to her. Moreover, his penis was so large that he would feel intensely uncomfortable if he forced himself on her. If she made a scene, his entire family would be ruined. Even if she didn't make a scene, leaving their relationship in an awkward state, that wasn't what he wanted either. Therefore, at this crucial moment, his reason prevented him from taking any further action.

As for bringing him to orgasm with his fingers earlier, it's relatively easy to explain. He'd been celibate for almost two months, so his libido must have been incredibly high, and he must have been feeling extremely pent up. Just say he was drunk and vomited everywhere, and when I was cleaning him up, I saw his uncontrollable sexual desire and masturbated to help him.

Shu Ting had masturbated before when her libido was high, so he had to believe it whether he wanted to or not. He'd seen my big thing before; he'd even vaguely seen it a few times while I was using the toilet. He wouldn't be able to handle it the first time I inserted it; he knew that. Thinking this, Old Su helped Shu Ting to the side, went to the kitchen, fetched a basin of warm water, and wiped Shu Ting's body clean.

He cleaned his lower body several times, especially his lower body, trying to make him feel more comfortable after he woke up. Then he found some clean clothes for him to wear and soaked his dirty clothes in the bathroom so that he wouldn't know whether he had vomited or not after waking up, so as not to arouse suspicion. Old Su cleaned up all other traces, then carried Shu Ting to the kang (a heated brick bed) and covered him with a quilt before going to another room.

The next morning, Old Su got up early and prepared a delicious breakfast for the two of them, waiting for Shu Ting to get up.

It was almost nine o'clock when Shu Ting finally woke up from her drowsy state. Seeing that she was wearing clean clothes and covered with a thin quilt, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have been drunk yesterday, so how come she was still so clean? She tried to recall, but it was all hazy and she couldn't remember anything.

He carefully examined his genitals again, but something seemed wrong. His vagina felt swollen and slightly painful. In a daze, he recalled that he seemed to have had a wet dream last night, and that he seemed to have orgasmed. His vagina felt wet, and when he touched it, he found that there was still some vaginal fluid flowing out. He felt somewhat relieved.

But then she thought again, and it still didn't seem right. A wet dream was just an illusion; it was impossible for her to still feel anything now, especially since the feeling was real. This made her suspicious. Could it be that last night, her father-in-law took advantage of her while she was drunk? No, no, her father-in-law was such a good person, how could he do such a thing? Last time she was drunk, her father-in-law didn't do anything inappropriate. No, last time they were both drunk, so he couldn't do it. Now she was the only one drunk, and her father-in-law was completely sober. What couldn't he do? Shu Ting pondered this over and over, feeling hesitant.

Later, he thought again, something still wasn't right. He had seen his father-in-law's thing before, although he couldn't see it clearly in person. He had seen his father-in-law's big tent, and he also knew the size of the underwear his father-in-law bought. If his father-in-law had really violated him last night, he thought he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it, and it wouldn't just feel normal like now. Thinking about it, her face turned red again. Her period was coming in a few days, and her libido was high. She really wanted her father-in-law's thing to penetrate her to relieve her sexual desire. Thinking of this, her face turned red to her ears and her cheeks burned. She couldn't help but cover her shy cheeks with her hands.

When the two were having breakfast, Old Su asked Shu Ting, "Girl, did you sleep well last night? Did you feel any discomfort?"

After speaking, he stared intently at Shu Ting's face, afraid that she would say something unpleasant. Shu Ting said shyly, "I slept pretty well, but I didn't listen to you yesterday and let them get me drunk. Did I make a fool of myself?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything else, Old Su laughed and said, "You're still talking! You look so clean now, but when I came back last night, you threw up everywhere, all over yourself. The smell was awful. I cleaned you up, haha. I stripped you down completely and wiped you down several times before I got you clean. I even changed your clothes. Didn't you notice this morning that your underwear was changed?"

Hearing that Old Su had changed her underwear, Shu Ting blushed again and said shyly, "Dad, you're still saying this? I'm so embarrassed!" Old Su said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? I've seen you all before. Last time you were drunk, I stripped you naked too. Besides, how can I wash you if I don't take your clothes off completely? I rinsed your smelly clothes in the bathroom several times before they stopped smelling. They're still soaking there. I'll take them outside to wash them thoroughly later."

Shu Ting said, "Thank you, Dad! But, but Dad didn't take advantage of me, did he?"

She deliberately asked, trying to unravel the mystery of her vagina.

Old Su said, "Is Dad that kind of person? It's not like it's just a day or two. You know what kind of person I am, but, hehe," Old Su deliberately kept Shu Ting in suspense. "

But what?" Shu Ting was indeed curious and immediately asked, "But, hehe, Dad saw something interesting, and even helped," Old Su smiled without answering, deliberately making Shu Ting anxious.

"Dad, you're so naughty! What did you see?" Shu Ting insisted on getting to the bottom of it. "Girl, did you have a wet dream last night?" Old Su still wouldn't say it directly, but... Upon hearing this, Shu Ting immediately understood, and her face flushed red with embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands, peeked at Old Su through her fingers, and nodded slightly.

Old Su said, "Girl, don't be shy. It's human nature. Whether you're a man or a woman, sexual desire is innate. Everyone has it. Even if you're drunk and dreaming, or you're sober and desperate, you'll still do it. It's just that..." Old Su stopped again.

"Just what?" Shu Ting still wouldn't learn her lesson and asked eagerly.

"Just that... seeing you were so uncomfortable, I helped you with my hand," Old Su said with a wicked smile, looking at Shu Ting's shy expression.

"So you put your finger inside," Shu Ting still clung to a sliver of hope, but Old Su said, "How can I help if I don't put it in? I felt around inside for ages before finally finding your G-spot. It took so much effort to finally bring you to orgasm. Now that you've released your pent-up desire, are you feeling better?" Before Old Su could finish, Shu Ting stood up, walked to his side, and pounced on him, pouting and saying, "Stop it, stop it, Dad, you're so naughty! You dare touch me there!"

Old Su said, "Girl, it's nothing, it's normal. Everyone has sexual desires, and when you have sexual desires, you have to satisfy them. Look, Dad helped you yesterday, and you're feeling better now, aren't you?" Shu Ting said, "But in people's minds, moral and ethical concepts are very important. If outsiders..." "If people knew that, they wouldn't be able to live like human beings."

Old Su said, "Concepts are concepts, and facts are facts. Holding onto rigid concepts will only make you suffer. Tell me, before and after your period, when your husband isn't home, don't you feel uncomfortable? If it goes on for a long time, you might end up having an affair." Shu Ting asked, "What if you get caught?" Old Su said, "They won't prevent you from being found out. Those who get caught are having affairs outside, not at home. For example, in our house, it's just the two of us at home. Once the door is closed, who knows what you're doing in there?" Shu Ting said, "Then you're my father-in-law, and I'm your daughter-in-law. Wouldn't that be incest?" Lai Su said, "Incest between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law is an old concept, an old custom. Clinging to old customs will only make you suffer. In our..." In the village, there are several couples where the father-in-law and daughter-in-law are having an affair. Some are known to others, but many are not. Tell me, what are we doing at home? Who would know?" Old Su, in order to achieve his goal, resorted to some unscrupulous means and even started lying. How would he know who in the village was having an affair? Just like he said, once the door is closed, they happily do it. However, Shu Ting was actually swayed by his words and was somewhat tempted to have sex with him. Because she felt that her father-in-law was a good man, caring for her meticulously, loving and cherishing her. Even though he had several opportunities, he had never taken advantage of her, making her feel that she could trust him. She felt that having an affair with such a person would not be a loss for her.

She was about to have her period, and her libido was at its peak. And she wouldn't get pregnant? So she said to Old Su, "Hehe..." "How about we try it once?" she said, then snuggled against Old Su, burying her burning face in his chest.

Old Su teased, "Aren't you afraid I'm your father-in-law and you're my daughter-in-law?"

Shu Ting whispered, "Hmph, if you're not afraid, why should I be? But," Shu Ting hesitated, and Old Su hugged her tighter, asking, "Why aren't you getting up?"

Shu Ting giggled, "Your thing is so big, can your daughter-in-law's little pussy handle it? It'll kill me! "

Old Su laughed too, "I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to make you feel like you're in heaven. Look at all women, don't they like big ones? Don't underestimate a woman's little hole, it's very elastic. It can give birth to a baby that big, so why worry about a man's thing not going in?" "When your mother-in-law was alive, she was just as petite and delicate as you. She was always pestering me to penetrate her, making her cry and scream with pleasure, experiencing a blissful, soul-stirring, almost unbearable ecstasy. You'll know what that feels like once you try it." Now, Shu Ting, aroused by Lao Su, only wanted to taste his manhood. She no longer cared about ethics or morality, father-in-law or daughter-in-law relationships. All she felt was respect and gratitude for Lao Su. She could say she had fallen in love with her father-in-law and only wanted to give her body to him as soon as possible.

At this point, Lao Su's plan to seduce his daughter-in-law was complete; only the practical action remained. Lao Su was naturally happy, but he couldn't let his guard down. After all, he had only won her heart, not her body. He said to Shu Ting, "Girl, is your body up to it? Since you haven't had your period yet, how about we try it tonight? After your period ends, we can have a few more days of fun. Those days are very safe; you won't get pregnant, okay?" "

Shu Ting gently hummed in Lao Su's arms and buried her head deeply in his chest.

After Shu Ting calmed down, she said, "It's getting late, get up and eat quickly, don't let my little darling go hungry."

Shu Ting lifted her head from Lao Su's arms and said coquettishly, "Who's your little darling? I'm your daughter-in-law. Yes, your dear daughter-in-law, your filial and loving daughter-

in-law." The two finished their meal while joking around. This time, Lao Su didn't ask Shu Ting to wash the dishes or clean the table... Main text [Loving Daughter-in-Law Like a Dream] (19)

Author: baiing.

Word count: 7689.

Chapter 19 Healing.

Warm and harmonious days. Day after day. Living day by day. Shu Ting's relationship with her father-in-law became more and more harmonious. But. People eat grains and vegetables. How can they not get sick? It's true that there are unexpected events in the weather. People have unforeseen misfortunes. Just when Shu Ting agreed to try it with Lao Su tonight. On this day. Shu Ting caught a cold.

At first, he only had a slight cough, and that evening he had a low-grade fever. Old Su went to the pharmacy and got him some fever reducers, but they didn't seem to help much. Around midnight, Shu Ting suddenly felt chills all over. She took his temperature and it was a whopping 39 degrees Celsius.

Old Su suggested taking him to the hospital, but this was such a remote place. Where were the good doctors? Besides, it was so late, and the hospital was quite far. Shu Ting thought that since she had already gotten the fever reducers, she should be fine as long as she could get through the night

. So she told her father-in-law, "Don't bother, let's just hold on a little longer." Old Su couldn't persuade him otherwise, and he also felt that Shu Ting's words made sense. It was so late, and the roads were difficult to travel. So they waited until the next day. Old Su took good care of him, making him ginger soup. Shu Ting lay quietly in bed, feeling weak and unable to sleep. Old Su brought the ginger soup from the kitchen. He carefully blew on the ginger soup, then spooned it into his daughter-in-law's mouth. Shuting opened her eyes, looking at Old Su shyly, her eyes filled with tenderness and gratitude.

After drinking the bowl of ginger soup, Shuting didn't feel much better. Her face was flushed, her body was burning hot, and she still felt cold all over, shivering constantly. Old Su soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and wiped his daughter-in-law's face. After wiping, he gently massaged her face. Under Old Su's massage, Shuting felt a little more comfortable. She was very moved, never expecting that Old Su, this rough and tough Northeastern man, would be so caring, so meticulous, and so considerate. To bring down his fever, the father-in-law disregarded the taboos between them, unbuttoned the front of his daughter-in-law's nightgown, and wiped her chest with a damp towel, asking Shuting as he did so, "Are you feeling better? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Shuting was a little shy about letting her father-in-law wipe her chest. But seeing her father-in-law covered in sweat, she forgot all about it. Blushing, she said, "Much better, Dad, thank you!" Old Su said, "Silly girl, you're just saying silly things. I'm not your father. You came all this way to marry into our family and you're so filial. Now that you're sick, it's just the two of us at home. It's only right that I take care of you."

Old Su gently stroked Shu Ting's hair, comforting her.

Shu Ting said, touched, "I know, Dad. You're so good." She then rested her head on her father-in-law's shoulder, showing affection. She said, "Hehe. From now on, you'll take care of everything for me.

" At this point, a shy smile appeared on her face. She couldn't help but hug Old Su tightly, burying her head in his chest. Old Su struggled slightly, but Shu Ting held him tightly, so he didn't move, letting his daughter-in-law hold him close. Old Su would pat his daughter-in-law's back sometimes, and stroke her head sometimes, whispering words of comfort. "Tingting, you want Daddy to take care of you, so what needs do I have in the future? Will you agree to them?"

Shuting answered without hesitation, "Daddy, definitely! No matter what you ask, Tingting will agree." Old Su stroked his daughter-in-law's soft face and said, "Aren't you ashamed? You answered quickly. What if Daddy has some unreasonable requests? Can you still do them?" Shuting seemed not to understand the implication in her father's words. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Yes, Daddy, I want to take care of you like you took care of me. No. I want to do even better than you. I want to fulfill all your requests." She looked at Old Su tenderly. "

Daddy sighed, 'Then thank you in advance. But... I can't follow you around all day long.'" Shuting hugged Old Su tightly, "Hehe. I want you to follow me every day. To hold me, hold me during the day, and hold me while we sleep at night, just like the other day." She buried her head in her father-in-law's arms, nuzzling him tightly, and said, "I want you to hold me while I sleep tonight."

Whether Shu Ting said this unintentionally or deliberately, it was unclear if he understood the meaning behind it. Old Su patted her and said deliberately, "Unless you don't have a husband." Shu Ting gently shook him, "Then you are my husband." After saying this, Shu Ting felt she had gone a bit too far. She shyly buried her face in Old Su's chest. "Silly girl, Daddy isn't as intense as you think. What kind of father is a husband?"

Since she had already said it, there was no going back. Shu Ting could only whine in her father-in-law's arms, "Yes, yes."

Old Su, unable to resist Shu Ting's persistence, could only smile and say, "Alright, alright, if you want it that way, then Daddy will be your husband. Just understand the meaning of 'husband.' Don't be disappointed.

" "Dad, you won't disappoint me, right?" Shu Ting looked up and gently kissed him.

Old Su deliberately teased her, "Girl, Daddy is your husband." "You also need to fulfill your duties as a wife to your husband." Haha.

This sentence made Shu Ting extremely embarrassed. She dared not lift her face. Other words could be interpreted as the close relationship between father and daughter. But "duties as a wife"—those few words could only refer to sex. However, Old Su did not regret what he said. Since things had come to this point, if he wanted to win over his daughter-in-law,

he couldn't always avoid sex. He also needed to test his daughter-in-law's attitude and see her views on ethics and morality. Was it possible for them to develop to that point? At this moment, Shu Ting still believed that her relationship with her father was very pure and without any other evil intentions. She completely forgot about Old Su's several attempts to violate her. He had explained them all away with good principles. The phrase "duties as a wife" stirred up a slight ripple in Shu Ting's heart, forcing her to think about this matter. Old Su laid Shu Ting flat on the bed, covered her with a towel, and was about to leave his room when Shu Ting suddenly sat up, hugged Old Su's waist, and said, "Dad, don't leave me."

Old Su had no choice but to sit by the bed and say to her, "Alright, I'll stay here and watch over you tonight,

I won't go anywhere." Actually, after taking the fever reducer and drinking the ginger soup Old Su had made for her, and after most of the day had passed, Shu Ting was much better and felt more relaxed. But just then, Shu Ting became restless again. She wanted to see how her father-in-law would treat his wife. After a while, Shu Ting pretended to feel very hot and said to Old Su, "Dad, I'm so hot!" She hugged her father-in-law's arm, and Old Su saw that his face was flushed and sweat was pouring out; he was clearly very hot. Actually, it was sweat from drinking the ginger soup. Shu Ting kept saying, "So hot!

So hot!"

Old Su said, "Then take off your clothes." He said this and helped Shu Ting take off her top, but by this time his daughter-in-law didn't care anymore. After taking off her top, she started taking off her underwear. Of course, Old Su also wanted to see his daughter-in-law's naked body. That was his ultimate goal. But... his daughter-in-law was sick. His mind was clear. He couldn't take advantage of her vulnerability. He needed to maintain his dignity to win his daughter-in-law's heart. He needed to make her willingly fall into his arms so he could possess and manipulate her as he pleased.

Old Su pretended to be at a loss, trying to stop his daughter-in-law, but Shu Ting moved quickly, slightly lifting her upper body and tearing off her nightgown, revealing her smooth, jade-like body, her two large, white breasts standing proudly before Old Su.

Since her illness, Shu Ting has never worn a bra to bed. Although Old Su had seen her breasts before, it was when she was drunk. Now, with his daughter-in-law's large, white breasts exposed before him, Old Su was still breathless, staring blankly at her. At this moment, Shu Ting said, "Dad, I'm cold!" "Then quickly put on your nightgown!" Old Su hurriedly picked up the nightgown, intending to put it on his daughter-in-law.

But Shu Ting was very uncooperative. "I won't wear it, I don't want to wear it. It will be too hot, and it will quickly become soaked with sweat, sticking to my body and very uncomfortable." "Then what should I do? Are you hot or cold?" Old Su was somewhat at a loss.

"Hot and cold alternately!" His daughter-in-law's expression showed great pain.

At this moment, if Old Su had paid a little more attention, he would have noticed his daughter-in-law's abnormality. Although her actions were unusual,

her words were very logical and not at all confused. "But Old Su has overlooked Dad. I've been like this before. Every time I have a fever, it's like this, hot and cold, but it'll be fine after a few hours." Shu Ting said again. "

So how did you get through it before?"

"When I had a fever before, Mom would take care of me. She would hold me while I slept, and I'd usually get better after the night." There was a hint of resentment in her daughter-in-law's eyes, which Old Su seemed to notice.

"Dad, why don't you hold me while I sleep? When I have a fever, I only feel better in Dad's arms." Shu Ting continued.

"But... you're so grown up, and I'm your father-in-law. It's not appropriate for me to hold you..." Old Su said awkwardly.

I'm your daughter, and you're the only one here now. If you don't hold me, who else can?

Hehe. The fox's tail is showing. It's just that he's testing the waters. Or is it real? Even if it's real,

he has such a bad cold now. "I can't do it with him," Old Su stammered. "Tingting, if I hug you, what if Dad loses control and something happens? I'll regret it." "

Dad, what's there to regret? Let it happen. What can you do to your daughter?" Shuting chuckled.

Old Su thought for a moment and said, "That's true, but don't blame Dad later." He hesitated a bit. "

Hehe, I won't. Didn't you say you wanted me to fulfill my wifely duties?" Shuting looked at him with flirtatious eyes. Old Su said a little embarrassedly, "You silly girl, you have such a high fever right now. Dad can't hurt you.

But when you get better, when Dad needs you, you can't go back on your word, hmph!" Shuting said coquettishly, "Who went back on their word? Daughter will be yours from now on. I'm just afraid you won't dare to take her." Hearing his daughter-in-law say this, Old Su fell silent. Shuting knew he understood what she meant. Old Su pinched his daughter-in-law's nose and said, "Crazy girl."

"Dad, you already said it, why are you going back on your word so quickly? Is there anything wrong with Dad hugging his own daughter?" The daughter-in-law shook Old Su's arm playfully.

Old Su had no choice but to say again, "But, you are still my daughter-in-law. I'm your father-in-law. It's not really appropriate for us to sleep together like this." "It's not that it's wrong, it's just letting you hug me for a while. It's not like we're having sex." Hehe. He actually brought up sex. It seems that when women get aroused, they are much more formidable than men. Seeing that Old Su remained silent, she pleaded again, "She only wants you to hug her, not do anything inappropriate."

Shu Ting deliberately acted as if in great pain, and Old Su, also very anxious, had no choice but to say, "Then put on your nightgown, and I'll hold you while you sleep." This time, his daughter-in-law was very obedient. She knew that her father-in-law couldn't possibly hold her while she was naked, so she had no choice but to get up and comply with him. After putting on her nightgown, she lay on her side, thinking to herself, "I'll think of something later. I must test her properly." You. Old Su lay down next to his daughter-in-law, his body gently pressed against hers, his hand on her head, massaging it.

Gradually, his daughter-in-law seemed to fall asleep, and Old Su also relaxed, becoming somewhat drowsy. At this moment, Shu Ting turned over, pressing her face against Old Su's, her limbs wrapped around his body like an octopus, murmuring, "Dad... Daddy..."

In his sleep, Old Su subconsciously tightened his embrace of his daughter-in-law. Shu Ting lay there, not daring to move, then pretended to quickly quiet down, and then... A uniform roar.

At this time, Lao Su was hugged tightly by his daughter-in-law, and his breathing was a little short. Shu Ting thought to herself, hehe. No matter how much you control it, the physiological instinct is still there. How can he not react when such a touching and delicate body is wrapped around him? He has already felt that his father's lower body has set up a small tent, no. It's a big tent. Something hard pressed against his thigh.

At this time. Shu Ting is already awake. Knowing that his father-in-law was already excited, he was also a little stimulated, so he kept squirming on his father-in-law, now Shu Ting. The fever has almost gone down. These days are the days before his menstrual period. So his sexual desire is also very strong. There was a sexual request. It’s just that I can’t pass the moral and ethical threshold yet. Thinking of incest and adultery with my father-in-law. He was still hesitant. Just cuddling with my father-in-law. It made him want to stop again. His thighs also moved closer to the small tent set up by his father-in-law, allowing him to press hard against him.

He could feel the pulse of his father-in-law. He wanted to withdraw several times, but he came closer again. Perhaps he was afraid of embarrassment to his father-in-law, or perhaps he was reluctant to let go. Feeling this, Shu Ting secretly pressed her strength against him. Her father-in-law's breathing became rapid, and Shu Ting could feel that his penis was thick and large. She held him like that for about half an hour before he slowly softened and opened his eyes. Looking at his daughter-in-law in his arms, he lovingly stroked her cheek. At this moment, his daughter-in -

law seemed to be suddenly awakened. She abruptly hugged Old Su, repeatedly saying, "Ah. I'm scared. I'm scared. Please save me." Saying this, she climbed onto her father-in-law and began to writhe on top of him.

Su was stunned by her daughter-in-law's sudden action. Not knowing what to do, she could only hold him tightly, repeatedly saying, "Don't be afraid, Tingting. Don't be afraid. Daddy's here." Shuting hugged her father-in-law, twisting her body and tearing at her nightgown, saying, "Daddy, where are you? Don't you want me anymore?" Before long, her nightgown was torn off, leaving her completely naked

except for a small pair of underwear. Shuting slightly opened her eyes, secretly watching her father-in-law's anxious expression. In her heart... He chuckled secretly. He thought to himself, "Old man,

let's see how you escape my grasp. Now you're holding your daughter-in-law's naked body, aren't you? It must feel incredibly good, hehe." After a while, Shu Ting lay motionless on top of her father-in-law again, seemingly asleep.

Old Su, beneath his daughter-in-law, held tightly in her arms, dared not move, afraid of waking her. Shu Ting's genitals pressed tightly against her father-in-law's genitals, feeling his erect penis. He... Being pressed down by his naked daughter, he must be incredibly excited.

Shu Ting pressed her buttocks down further, letting her father-in-law's penis touch his soft spot. Hehe. How amusing. This feeling of teasing is wonderful. I don't know if my father-in-law was just aroused by me,

or if he's been hard all along. Being held by such a beautiful woman, what man wouldn't be tempted? Especially since she's his daughter-in-law. After about ten minutes of calm, Old Su calmed down a bit. This time, his daughter-in-law seemed to be suddenly awakened. She hugged Old Su tightly, using all her strength.

Suddenly, she rolled over. Old Su, perhaps unprepared, was suddenly flipped onto his daughter-in-law's petite body. Haha. Now they were man on top, woman on bottom. The father-in-law was on top of his daughter-in-law. He couldn't possibly not feel anything, could he? Shu Ting only felt that her father-in-law's penis was even harder. Hehe. It was pressing right against her soft spot. Her buttocks shifted, letting her father-in-law's penis press against her indentation. Hehe. Let's see how long he can hold out. Shu Ting was almost completely naked. What use was her only lace panties?

Her father-in-law was like holding a naked woman. His hard penis pressed against the woman's indentation.

He must have felt something. He seemed uncomfortable all over. He tried to lift himself up, but his daughter-in-law held him tightly. He couldn't move at all. He could only slightly lift his buttocks. Shu Ting pretended to be dazed, murmuring, "Dad, I'm scared. I'm scared that Father-in-law won't move again." He could only hug his daughter-in-law tightly, saying, "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."

Shu Ting kept twisting her buttocks, pressing against her father-in-law's penis, trying to

make it harder and prevent it from going soft, to give him pleasure.

After another ten minutes, her father-in-law was probably too tired, so he had to lie down on top of his daughter-in-law. His previously raised buttocks were completely lowered, pressing against my buttocks. His hard penis pressed against my vulva.

Hehe, so exciting. I can't escape my daughter-in-law's grasp. At this moment, her father-in-law also seemed to react. He started twisting on Shu Ting's body, like having a wet dream. He held his petite daughter-in-law tightly with both hands, thrusting his buttocks forcefully. Judging from the movements,

it was completely like having sex with the woman beneath him. At this moment, Shu Ting, filled with lust, had abandoned the constraints of morality and ethics, and was also overwhelmed by strong desire. He reached down below. He pulled out his thick, large, long, and hard penis from Old Su's underwear. He initially intended to insert it directly into his own underwear from the side,

but then thought it was too big and afraid he couldn't handle it. So he placed it outside his underwear, letting it press against his vulva through the fabric. At this moment, Shu Ting's vagina was already leaking fluid, wetting the middle of her underwear.

The head of her father-in-law's penis was there, very slippery. Old Su, in a daze, also felt pleasure, as if he were having sex with a woman. It felt very comfortable, so he increased his strength, pushing in continuously. Through the thin layer of underwear,

his father-in-law actually managed to pry open a slit in his daughter-in-law's labia. He then pushed in forcefully along the slit. In this way, inch by inch, the large glans entered his daughter-in-law's vaginal opening and couldn't go any further. So he would sometimes pull out the glans

and sometimes push it in again, making shallow sexual movements. Shu Ting's vaginal opening was very tight. Old Su felt incredibly pleasurable being penetrated by his father-in-law. Shu Ting's pleasure also surged. To achieve even greater pleasure,

Shu Ting's small hands slid down Old Su's back, past his waist, and onto his buttocks. She held his buttocks with both hands and pressed down hard, murmuring, "Come on, come on, fuck me harder." She then lifted her own buttocks and thrust

upwards repeatedly, making their genitals not only press even tighter but also seem to experience the pleasure of penetration.

It felt as if his glans was truly inside her vagina, as if they were actually having intercourse. Under these actions, Old Su's pleasure was about to reach its peak. Just then, Old Su suddenly woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw himself lying on top of his laughing daughter-in-law,

embracing her soft, snow-white body, having sex. He was somewhat surprised. What was going on? But then he thought, wasn't this what he had always dreamed of? He was overjoyed. Thinking back to his daughter-in-law's actions the night before, he realized it was her own choice, not something he had forced. He felt relieved. However, he then thought of his large member. Could his daughter-in-law's petite body handle it? He had a fever last night.

So, he reached down and touched his large penis. He chuckled. It was already bulging out of his underwear. But it wasn't fully inside his daughter-in-law's vagina. He felt between her legs and found she was still wearing underwear. He laughed.

This little girl, she's so clever. He didn't say anything. Anyway, the pleasure was almost at its peak,

so he added another push. He started thrusting in and out again. Five minutes later, he felt Shu Ting's buttocks tremble. He forcefully lifted her buttocks and thrust upwards,

without moving. After a dozen seconds, Shu Ting's whole body trembled, her small body twisting back and forth.

Old Su knew his daughter-in-law had reached her climax, so he thrust a few more times forcefully. His ejaculation resumed, his penis opened, and he felt a thick gush of hot semen spurt out, all of it spraying into Shu Ting's vagina. He continued to ejaculate there, a dozen or so times in a row. Only then did he realize, could his daughter-in-law be pregnant? With so much semen, what good would her thin underwear do? At this moment, Shu Ting's body trembled for over a minute before slowly calming down.

Her buttocks lowered, and she lay there softly, her arms still tightly wrapped around her father-in-law's back. Neither of them spoke, and they held each other tightly for another five minutes. Old Su wanted to get off Shu Ting, but she wouldn't let him. "It's still early before dawn. Dad promised to hold me while we sleep. How can you go back on your word?" Old Su said. "But... what did we just do? I ejaculated inside you!" Shu Ting giggled and said, "Hehe.

What did I do?" "Didn't you say you wanted him to fulfill his duties as a wife? How come you forgot just now?" Lao Su said.

"But you were just sick. Could you handle it?" Shu Ting said. "Hehe. I did handle it. And you even cured my illness. You can touch it if you don't believe me." Saying this, she took Lao Su's hand and put it on her head.

Lao Su really touched it. Sure enough, the fever was gone. He said, "You brat. I really can't do anything with you. But I'll still get off you. Let's lie on our sides facing each other and hug each other. Otherwise, I'll crush you

." Shu Ting said, "Okay then. From now on, I want you to hug me every night when we sleep."

So, Lao Su got off Shu Ting and turned to face her. Shu Ting put one of Lao Su's arms under her neck and nestled in his arms. Lao Su's other arm reached over her waist and wrapped around Shu Ting's bottom. After a while, Lao Su remembered something and asked, "Girl, my saliva just now shot into your vagina."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Shu Ting asked. "Bad daddy. I just remembered. By the time you remembered, the baby was about to be born. Let me tell you, don't worry. I'm getting my period tomorrow. I won't be pregnant." The two then embraced. Perhaps they were tired, and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, when Shu Ting woke up, Lao Su was gone. Shu Ting checked her temperature.

36.9 degrees Celsius. Perfect. Shu Ting went to the bathroom to wash up. After a while, Lao Su returned to the living room with a delicious breakfast. He said, "You've worked hard all night. Come and eat breakfast. You need to reward my little wife properly so she can fulfill her duties as my wife in the future." Shu Ting said shyly, "Go." "Go. Daddy, you're so bad. You're going to bully me again!" Her face turned red again.

Lao Su said, "You don't know what's good for you! I gave you so much pleasure last night, and you turn your back on me. Hehe."

You just love kicking someone when they're down. Let's see how Dad punishes you, hehe. I just love seeing your lecherous side. Shu Ting giggled. "You?" Old Su made a gesture as if to hit her, and his daughter-in-law quickly begged for mercy.

To be continued in

Chapter Twenty: As Wish Fulfilled.

Shuting's cold was cured, and her period arrived on time. These past few days, the relationship between the daughter-in-law and father-in-law had been incredibly harmonious. Shuting spent all her time chatting and laughing with her father-in-law, acting coquettishly. She always clung to Old Su's arm, making the villagers very envious. A few of the closest old men even joked with Old Su, saying, "Old man, have you found some luck with women? Seeing how affectionate you two are, why don't you sleep in the same bed tonight?"

This made Shuting blush. Northeasterners love to make slightly suggestive jokes, and no one took them to heart. It was all over. But Old Su and Shuting were secretly delighted. They thought to themselves, "Hehe, we've been sleeping in the same bed for a while now, just haven't done 'that' yet. But it'll be soon."

At home, Shuting was even more casual. Whenever she had the chance, she would throw herself into Old Su's arms and let him hug her. Sometimes she would hug him and kiss his cheek. And

when watching TV after dinner... The two were always embracing. Through her clothes, Old Su would fondle his daughter-in-law's small breasts. Old Su, aroused, pulled her hand to his crotch, making her touch his already erect member. Shu Ting, touching it, involuntarily exclaimed, "Wow, it's so big!"

Old Su embraced Shu Ting and said, "Tingting, let me tell you a joke." Shu Ting asked, "What joke? It must be dirty."

Old Su said, "Of course it's dirty. Dirty jokes taste better." He continued, "These past two days, it's just the father-in-law and daughter-in-law at home. The father-in-law wanted to seduce his daughter-in-law, so he went to the market and bought a prepared bull penis. At dinner, the daughter-in-law found the dish unusual in appearance and tasted very strange, so she asked her father-in-law, 'Dad, what kind of dish is this?' The father-in-law, not wanting to explain, said, 'Eat it, don't worry about it.'

The daughter-in-law still asked, and the father-in-law replied, 'It's from an animal.' The daughter-in-law still didn't understand and asked again." "Do you have it on you?" the father-in-law would answer. "Yes." The daughter-in-law asked again, "Do I have it on me?" The father-in-law thought for a moment and said, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't!" The daughter-in-law thought for a moment and understood. Her face immediately turned red. She lowered her head and focused on eating.

But Shu Ting didn't understand. She asked Old Su, "What is it? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.

So do I have it on me?" Seeing how naive her daughter-in-law was, Old Su smiled and said, "You don't have it now. You'll have it in a few days."

The daughter-in-law still didn't understand and asked again, "How come you'll have it in a few days?" Old Su squeezed her small hand that was holding his penis and said, "When this thing of mine goes in, you'll have it, won't you?"

Shu Ting finally understood. She squeezed Old Su's penis tightly and cursed, "You're so bad. Who made this up? You're such a pervert!"

Old Su laughed heartily.

Time passed quickly. Four days passed in a flash. On this day, Shu Ting's period ended. After dinner...

Old Su cleared the table and watched TV in the living room. Shu Ting went to the bathroom, wanting to thoroughly clean herself before giving herself to her father-in-law.

Entering the bathroom, Shu Ting removed all her clothes and stood in front of the large mirror at the sink. Looking at her snow-white naked body, she saw that although she was a little short, her figure was well-proportioned and her lines beautiful. Her slightly slender waist was graceful and elegant. Especially her pretty face, with two alluring dimples when she smiled, paired with her long, flowing hair, was truly captivating. Looking at her snow-white body, Shu Ting felt very happy. After a while, she thought that she, so beautiful, with a body that belonged exclusively to her husband, was about to be given to her husband's father, her father-in-law. This filled her with immense shyness and a slight sense of guilt towards her husband. Her face flushed, turning red to her ears, and her breathing became rapid. She covered her face with her hands, and

after a while, rubbed her cheeks. He gradually calmed down. He thought of his father-in-law, his care and love for him, and how meticulously he had looked after him when he was sick. With her husband away, she felt an unbearable emptiness in her sexual desires. Several times, her father-in-law had the opportunity to violate her, but he hadn't. He had only given her many reasons, explaining that she needed a man's touch when her libido was high. Having such a trustworthy father-in-law, giving him her body was entirely voluntary. So, Shu Ting turned on the shower and began to bathe.

Half an hour later, she dried herself, put on a bathrobe, and came out. Seeing her father-in-law watching TV, she said, "Dad, why don't you go take a shower too? Come to my room for a bit later." As she said this, she tried to remain calm, though her heart was still pounding and her face was flushed. After speaking, she went back to her bedroom, took off her bathrobe, and lay naked on the new waterbed she had bought a few days ago.

He imagined what was about to happen. After a while, he got out of bed again. He took a bra and lace panties from the wardrobe and put them on. It was his first time having sex with his father-in-law. He was still a little shy. Lying naked on the bed like that, he felt he was being too proactive. He thought his father-in-law would think he was too lewd.

He found a towel, lay on his side facing inward, and draped the towel over himself. About twenty minutes later,

Shu Ting heard footsteps outside. He knew it was his father-in-law. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. At this moment, he was very nervous and conflicted. He looked forward to his father-in-law coming in, hoping to bring him endless pleasure. Yet he was also afraid of his father-in-law coming in. If his father-in-law came in, there would be no turning back. He would be committing adultery and incest with his father-in-law. But then he thought, he had already come this far. Let others talk. What adultery, incest, what sluts and whores. As long as he was comfortable and happy, that was all that mattered. Thinking this way... He chuckled again. His father-in-law was right. In their own home, how could others know? Who would say anything?

The outer gate to the courtyard was locked. The main gate to the small building was locked. Only the bedroom door was ajar. It was left open for his father-in-law. This guy had mentioned it when he first arrived. At that time, he didn't understand his father-in-law and was afraid something might happen at night. But after living together for a while, he understood his father-in-law and not only trusted him but also relied on him. So he stopped locking the door. Although at that time he hadn't planned to have sex with his father-in-law, let alone today. He listened quietly to the sounds outside.

Old Su walked to Shu Ting's bedroom door and gently pushed it open. The light inside wasn't off. He saw Shu Ting lying on her side, covered with a towel. He knew his daughter-in-law was shy and that he should take the initiative, so he didn't say anything. He quietly walked to the bedside, sat on the bed, and said... "My darling daughter-in-law, Daddy's here to see you. You've been keeping me up all night, ah, Daddy loves your body. I love your breasts, and I especially love your tender pussy. Don't worry, tonight Daddy will give you all the pleasure you could ever want."

Now, Shu Ting had completely abandoned any moral or ethical concerns. She was still a little shy, though, and her eyes remained closed.

Old Su climbed onto the bed and gently lifted the blanket covering Shu Ting. Seeing that his daughter-in-law was still wearing a bra and panties, he knew it was her first time having sex with him and she was still a little reserved. He said, "Hehe, still shy? Didn't you ask me to come? It's not like I've never done it before. It's just with different men. Come on, let Daddy help you get ready, so it won't be too difficult." He then skillfully removed Shu Ting's... Shu Ting's bra and panties. Shu Ting opened her eyes, looking shyly at Lao Su disarming her. She said, "Old man, why are you in such a hurry? Why not take a nap first? You'll have more energy for things

then." "Didn't you say it was safe at home?" Lao Su said. "It's been four or five days. I'm so uncomfortable. It's better to release it first before sleeping. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep." At this moment, Shu Ting was completely naked. She said, "Okay, then let Daddy release it first, so you don't get too frustrated. Hehe. Let me see your thing first. Let's see if you have the ability." Lao Su laughed. "I'm afraid you can't handle it." So he untied the only towel he was wearing and threw it aside, revealing his big penis, which was already hard and standing tall between his legs.

Shu Ting was taken aback when she first saw Old Su's thing. This was the first time she had actually seen it. She had seen Old Su's large erection many times before, wondering how big it was.

Now, seeing it in person, she felt it was even bigger than she had imagined. She wondered if her little hole could fit, so she said to Old Su, "Dad, your thing is so big. Can my little hole fit? Don't hurt it." Old

Su said, "Whether it can fit or not, we'll have to see. Your mother-in-law is about your size, and she fit." The daughter-in-law said, "Okay, let's try." After saying that, Shu Ting lay flat on her back on the waterbed, spreading her legs, waiting for her father-in-law to have their first sexual intercourse. Old Su looked at his daughter-in-law's delicate body, truly

captivated . He had wanted it for so long, and today he finally had it. Although he was very excited, he... He didn't immediately pounce on his daughter-in-law. First, he caressed her fair skin with his rough hands. First her breasts, then her nipples, then her lower abdomen. Finally, he reached her pubic area and pressed on her clitoris. Her buttocks trembled a few times. He did this to dispel her concerns and to arouse her, ensuring she produced enough lubrication to avoid pain when his large penis entered her. After doing all this, Old Su reached down and touched his daughter-in-law's private parts. Sure enough, it was very slippery. Feeling it was ready, he placed a pillow under Shu Ting's buttocks to elevate them and spread her legs apart before kneeling between them. While her father-in-law did this, Shu Ting kept her eyes closed, silently accepting his actions. Once everything was ready, Old Su said to Shu Ting, "Girl." "Are you ready? Dad's going to get serious." Shu Ting hummed in response, opening her eyes to look around. The crucial moment had arrived. She didn't know what to say, only letting her father-in-law do as he pleased. Her vagina remained tightly closed. Old Su used his fingers to pry open the gap. Inside, a small, round hole slightly opened. He knew it was very elastic. As long as he had enough patience, even though his penis was large, it could still go in. However, to avoid causing his daughter-in-law pain, he had to be gentle. So, Old Su pinched his penis with one hand, and with the other hand, he smeared the glans with Shu Ting's secretions. Then he positioned it at the entrance of Shu Ting's vagina and slowly pushed it in. He pushed very slowly, very slowly, afraid of hurting Shu Ting. As Old Su pushed in, Shu Ting's small vagina opened wider and wider. Old Su's glans went in inch by inch, and Shu Ting's vagina swelled inch by inch. When Old Su's glans reached its maximum diameter... Shu Ting's vaginal opening had reached its limit. However, Shu Ting didn't cry out in pain. It seemed that Shu Ting's vaginal opening was very elastic. The glans was already more than halfway in. Old Su was relieved and increased the speed of penetration. In less than half a minute, the entire glans was inside. The labia gripped the coronal sulcus, tightly enveloping the entire glans. It was warm and comforting, making Old Su feel very comfortable. Old Su asked his daughter-in-law, "How is it? Does it hurt?" Shu Ting shook her head. Old Su asked again, "Does it feel good?" Shu Ting shook her head again. Old Su knew his daughter-in-law wasn't quite used to his large penis, so he didn't say anything and started pushing further in. Without the hymen, there was no difficulty. A minute later, Old Su's penis was halfway in. Before, when Old Su and his wife were having sex, this would be the end. Any further and his wife would cry out in pain. But now, Shu Ting didn't react. Old Su also felt it wasn't the end. However... He still asked Shu Ting, "Girl, is it over yet?" Shu Ting shook her head. This time, he spoke. "Do you think it's over yet? What's wrong? Can't it go in anymore?" Old Su replied, "I don't think it's over yet either. How does it feel inside? Does it hurt?" Shu Ting said, "It doesn't hurt. It just feels very full. Is your penis all the way in?" Old Su chuckled and said, "Not yet. It's only halfway in." Shu Ting said, "Then why don't you push anymore? Just push it in a little more. " So, Old Su pushed in forcefully again. When Old Su's penis was less than an inch away, it encountered resistance. It felt like it had hit a soft lump of flesh. At this moment, his daughter-in-law spoke up, "Dad, stop pushing. It's over. Your glans is already touching my cervix. It's very itchy there." Although Old Su's penis wasn't completely inside yet, with a section still outside, Old Su was already quite surprised. Such a petite and delicate woman, yet with such a deep vagina. Old Su was both surprised and delighted. He knelt down and tightly embraced his daughter-in-law, saying, "This is the first time I've ever penetrated so deeply. I love you so much! I'll make you feel incredibly good later." Shu Ting also tightly embraced her father-in-law's back, shyly saying, "Daughter-in-law loves you too! Your penis is much bigger than your son's. It's so full inside me, so tingly and itchy. You haven't even thrust yet, and I already have a strong feeling of pleasure inside. Thank you so much, my good father-in-law." Old Su felt very comfortable hearing this. So he unleashed his skills, pushing himself to the limit, riding and moving on his daughter-in-law's body. Twenty minutes later, a current surged through Shu Ting's vagina, reaching the peak of pleasure. A gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed out, marking her first orgasm. Old Su hadn't yet reached his climax. He lay on top of his daughter-in-law's delicate body, waiting for her to calm down. Two minutes later, Shu Ting recovered from the extreme pleasure. She felt her father-in-law's penis was still hard, so she reached down to touch it. She discovered that his penis wasn't fully inside her vagina; a portion was still outside. She asked her father-in-law, "Dad, why don't you put your whole penis inside me?" Old Su gave a wry smile. "I wanted to, but my glans is already touching your cervix. How can I go any further? If I push any further, it'll hit your uterus. That would hurt you." Shu Ting said. "But I've heard that a man can't get extreme pleasure unless he puts his whole penis inside a woman's vagina. Today, Dad gave me extreme pleasure. I can't just think of myself. Why don't you push a little harder, Dad? Maybe you can open the cervix." Old Su said, "Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?" "You can't just make me enjoy it right away," the daughter-in-law said. "It won't hurt. Maybe it'll even make me happier." Old Su said, "Okay. Let's try it then." So Old Su lay on Shu Ting's body and moved hundreds of times, enjoying the wonderful feeling of intimate intercourse with his daughter-in-law. The pleasure kept intensifying. Old Su's movements gradually became faster and faster, and more and more powerful. His large glans powerfully struck his daughter-in-law's cervix. When he ground powerfully again, suddenly, he found that Shu Ting's cervix was concave inward. The soft flesh had split open, as if it had parted apart. Old Su was worried that a small part of his penis could not fully enter his daughter-in-law's vagina, and he could not fully experience that soul-stirring pleasure. Old Su felt this change. Regardless of whether his daughter-in-law could bear it, he suddenly pressed his buttocks down.

With a soft "plop," his enormous glans slid in, tightly enveloped by his daughter-in-law's fleshy mounds, like being suckled by a small mouth. The rhythmic thrusting and releasing gave him immense pleasure. Old Su's entire penis was inside Shu Ting's vagina, tightly gripped by her vaginal opening, also moving with a rhythmic thud. Their abdomens and genitals were pressed tightly together, without a single gap, both feeling the warmth and trembling of each other's skin. This time, Old Su felt incredibly comfortable, as if he were flying to heaven, becoming a god, and didn't want to come down. He leaned down, straddling his daughter-in-law, his hands reaching under her neck to tightly embrace her. He wanted to savor this exquisite earthly pleasure on his daughter-in-law. He lay motionless on top of her.

At this moment, Shu Ting felt her father-in-law's glans break through her cervix as he thrust into her. She was tightly enveloped by her own soft flesh. A tingling, itchy, and numb sensation ran through her. The deepest part of her vagina trembled incessantly. A gush of lustful fluid flowed out continuously. Her entire vagina was filled to the brim by Old Su's enormous penis, overflowing with wonderful pleasure. Shu Ting couldn't help but tightly hug her father-in-law's back with both hands. The two of them held each other tightly like this,

feeling, enjoying, without moving.

This time, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law were completely united. Old Su had also achieved full penetration. Haha.

The union of their genitals was so intimate, so perfect, and so complete. Not to mention father-in-law and daughter-in-law,

even husband and wife rarely achieve such a complete union. Hehe. Even Shu Ting and her husband had never achieved such a complete union. Ah. Ah. To be able to unite so completely and perfectly with her father-in-law.

Shu Ting had never imagined it before. Shu Ting regretted it a little. Why hadn't she done this with her father-in-law sooner? A few days ago, she had even thought about helping him find a new partner. This time, he was determined to completely possess his father-in-law. Thinking this,

Shu Ting felt genuinely shy. A blush rose to her face, and she held onto her father-in-law even tighter.

That night, Old Su brought his daughter-in-law Shu Ting to two more blissful orgasms before ejaculating a thick stream of semen into her womb.

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