My only daughter

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Some people are always around you, with whom you have a very close relationship, yet you never realize that they
were a missing piece in your life's puzzle. She was always there, but you never considered that she could fill that
void. Because of convention and prejudice, you would never include her in your picture. But when the time comes, she
unexpectedly enters your life, fitting perfectly into that vacant spot, and the composition of your life
changes forever, dramatically.

The person I'm talking about who turned my life around is my only daughter, Min'er. In the midst of
a life filled with worries, I used love to ignite my cold and dull existence.

This is a love story, a forbidden love. It was fate and human will that made my daughter my life
partner.

That year, my wife passed away, spending a lonely Christmas. My wife had been tormented by cancer for several years,
leaving me at the beginning of the year. She was relieved of her physical pain, and I no longer had to care for her at her
bedside , a relief for both of us.

Having lived with a woman for nearly thirty years, losing her left me utterly destitute. People say that
because a man's life cannot be without a woman to manage it, he will soon find a second spring. My wife, while ill, told
me that after she died, I should quickly find a woman to take care of me. She wouldn't mind if I remarried.

Not only did she not mind, she even considered my feelings and tried to arrange a marriage. I didn't take it seriously. My daughter was already married, and I
had no ties. For several years, due to my wife's frail health, we hadn't had sex, and I had gotten used to it. Life without sex wasn't difficult;
with a Filipino maid at home, the housework was taken care of. I poured my heart into my career, turning grief into strength, and made significant
progress . The pain of losing my wife seemed to gradually subside.

Until Christmas Eve, I left work early after lunch. Everyone else had plans, but for me, it was the first time
since spent the holiday alone.

I've said I'm a gentleman; in other words, I don't have many bad habits, except for smoking and drinking a little
beer. Go to work, come home, eat, sleep—life is that simple.

Leaving work early—too early, the bars aren't even open yet—I'm home alone, playing Elvis Presley's
"Are You Lonesome Tonight?" on vinyl.

The phone rings. It's Min'er. Since getting married, she's rarely seen during Christmas holidays, either partying or
on vacation with her husband.

"Daddy, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

"Alone?"

"Who else? Even Maria's on vacation. Where are you? Didn't you go out?"

"Daddy, can I come see you?"

"Great! When?"

"Now."

Min'er arrived soon after. Min'er stood at the door carrying a small suitcase, looking tired.

"Back from vacation? You're alone. Where's he?"

Min'er shook her head, responding to my barrage of questions.

She looked around at the Christmas decorations. Every year, her wife did the decorating. This year, Maria, without my prompting,
took out the Christmas tree and placed it in a corner of the living room. She knew her wife did this every year.

She went over and lit the twinkling lights, saying, "So many years have passed, and the Christmas tree is still here."

"Yes, it's still here. Mom couldn't bear to throw it away."

"Our old home is the same as before, only Mom is gone."

These words, spoken on Christmas Eve, felt especially poignant. She looked around and then
sat down on the sofa next to me.

Elvis sang that old tune repeatedly, and we were silent. Finally, she spoke. She said, "Daddy,
you've been lonely enough; you don't need Elvis to remind you. It's Christmas, so listen to some festive songs. I remember you have
some records... Bingcroby's 'White Christmas,' a Christmas carol by the King's College Choir.

" She went to the record player, found Glenchampbell's "
I'll Be Home for Christmas," and put it on.

"I'll be home for Christmas,

where love is,

I'll be home for Christmas,

though the journey is long, but I promise you,

I'll be home..."

I nodded, indicating that I loved this song. She came back to me, kicked off her high heels, and sat on
the sofa , knees crossed. She said,

"Daddy. Are you alone? I thought you'd gone out."

"What are you going out for on Christmas?"

"It's so nice to be home on Christmas Eve."

I didn't know what to say. Glenchampbell finished his song, and
the living room was completely quiet.

Carols from the church choir downstairs drifted up. She opened the window, looked out onto the street, and
shouted "Merry Christmas!" to the choir below

. It was midnight.

I said, "It's late, you should go home."

"Daddy, can I stay for the night?"

"You look troubled, what happened?"

"Daddy, I can't take it anymore. He's having an affair."

"Let Daddy stand up for you, confront him."

"No, let me calm down."

My heart was broken. That guy, the day I took Min'er to church, entrusting my daughter's life's happiness
to him, he actually cheated on me.

I offered my shoulder to my daughter, and she buried her head in my chest, leaning against me, tears streaming down her face. I put my arm around her
waist, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her. Suddenly, I felt such closeness, yet also such distance.

We were both wanderers in this world, and how heartwarming it was to spend Christmas together. I grieved alone for the loss of
my wife , and felt bitter for her and her husband's infidelity. For so many years, I had only cared about my career, never spending
time with her, and even when her marriage was in trouble, I hadn't encouraged her.

In this world, only she and I were truly close. The Christmas carols in the street gradually faded away, and we remained silent
. For a long time. Then, Min'er moved her breast away from my chest, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said,

"Daddy, thank you for letting me come back."

I said, "This is your home, you can come back anytime."

She said, "Thank you."

"I'm so sorry to have wronged you. Tomorrow I'll stand up for you and confront him."

"No, let me think it over."

"Okay, you're sleepy. Go to sleep."

"What about you?"

"You go to sleep first. I'll drink one more beer before I sleep."

"I'll have a drink with you."

I drank bottle after bottle, and she drank too. I couldn't remember my daughter drinking beer. I told her, "You should go
to sleep first .

" "Don't drink too much," she said, pointing to the empty bottle on the coffee table.

"The last one."

"Then I'm going to sleep. I know you're still thinking about your mother. But take care of yourself."

Min'er kissed me, just like she used to say goodnight to me when I was little. But she lingered on my
lips for a long time, making me a little nervous. I pulled my head away, and as she kissed me and tried to speak to ease the tension, my
open mouth met her small lips—a pair of beautiful lips.

It was a sweet kiss, youthful and alluring, making my face flush. Min'er pulled away and left.
As she closed the door

"Daddy, thank you. Without you, I really don't know where I could go."

I couldn't help but shed tears. Only then did I realize how much I worried about my daughter. But I hadn't yet understood that
my love was more than just giving birth to her, raising her, and caring for her. Her sudden return gave me a wonderful feeling. She was
an angel incarnate, becoming my daughter to dispel my loneliness. She came back, and everything changed.

That wonderful feeling secretly grew in my heart, like a seed sown in our hearts,
secretly sprouting and growing, breaking through the soil.

(II) Entangled in the Fireworks Night My

daughter returned home, and I felt a mix of emotions.

A married daughter shouldn't be here with me. Although my husband is terrible, he's still my husband, and he should go back sooner or later.
But she came back, by my side. The lifeless home regained its vitality.

When I came home at night, there was a woman cooking dinner, waiting for me, just like when my wife was still healthy.
Sometimes, I thought my wife wasn't dead. She was a younger version of her mother, with features like hers, every gesture and
tone just like hers.

She never knew how to cook; her mother always did, and she was waited on hand and foot. Even after getting married, she hired a Filipino maid.
When did she learn to cook? Things she didn't have to do at her husband's house, she found herself cooking and preparing meals at her father's.

"Daddy, how was it? Did I pass?" She brought out the soup, standing beside me, anxiously awaiting my feedback.

Seeing her like that of a child showing me their report card, I couldn't help but smile.

"Daddy, what are you laughing at? I haven't seen you smile in a long time."

Yes, it had been a long time since I'd smiled. There was nothing to be happy about. Since Min'er came back, it felt like we were back to the
happy days of our family of three.

"Min'er, you've become more cheerful. Have you figured it out? When are you going back?"

"I figured it out a long time ago, I've decided never to go back."

"Don't say never."

"Daddy, are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I just want to know what your plans are for the future?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet."

"You can't stay cooped up at home all day. Young people need to go out, find friends, and have fun."

"What about you? You're staying home tonight unless you have a meeting. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, do you have a meeting?"

Company meetings are a man's excuse for not going home. I didn't.

"How about we go out for a New Year's Eve dinner and watch the fireworks?"

"It's too late, people booked tables early, there won't be any big meals waiting for you."

"Let me try."

Min'er didn't even eat before making the call. After several attempts, she found a table. The most expensive hotel in the city, with
the best , had just been cancelled, so she got it.

"Dad, I've booked a table, we have a date tomorrow."

And so, my daughter and I had a date on New Year's Eve.

She didn't need me to come home to pick her up. She went out early in the morning to get her hair done and buy an evening gown. At the appointed time, in
the hotel lobby, amidst the elegant attire and glittering lights, I saw a stunningly beautiful woman. A sheer shawl paired with a low-cut, off-the
-shoulder evening gown. She

stood gracefully, radiating a dazzling light, drawing the attention of all the men present . My worthless son-in-law is truly blind; where could he find a woman as outstanding as my daughter? I was stunned as well. She smiled at me. I straightened my tie and, like a gentleman, had my daughter take my arm as we entered the restaurant. Intoxicating wine, intoxicating music, intoxicating harbor night. She smiled gently at me, her chest rising and falling slightly as she smiled. A bare, fair arm was revealed as she brushed aside a few wisps of hair from her chin. She cut the meat on her plate into small pieces, put them to her mouth, and chewed, looking at me. I watched her mouth move, noticing the grease on her red lips. She wiped her face with a napkin, took out a tube of lipstick, and applied it behind a small mirror case . Then she said to me, "May I dance?" I looked around; the dance floor was empty. I got up, helped her up, and led her to the dance floor for our first dance. I was slightly tipsy , and we were very close. I could feel her breath on my face, and the faint scent of her perfume lingering on my clothes. The dance floor grew crowded. She said, "Dad, it's too crowded here. Let's go to our room." "Room?" I asked, confused. "We booked a room with an ocean view to watch the fireworks; it has the best view in the whole city. There's also a bottle of champagne waiting for us." "I still don't understand." " It's included in your dinner reservation. Let's go; the fireworks are about to start." Min'er took my hand and we stepped into the elevator. Through the glass curtain wall, the night view of Victoria Harbour slowly rose . Min'er, wearing her long shawl, leaned against me. What was I thinking? What we were doing didn't feel like a father and daughter watching fireworks; it felt more like an affair . However, I had no ulterior motives; I'm a gentleman. We've both suffered greatly , so a little enjoyment isn't a sin. Min'er led me to the door—or rather, I led her. She pulled the key from her sequined handbag and handed it to me. I opened the door, she went first, and I followed, into our hotel room. What would we do there? Watch the fireworks over Victoria Harbour, of course! But there were flames, flames hidden deep within our hearts, that would explode the moment our bodies touched, rising into the clouds. Waiting for the fireworks to launch—not yet launched. We, a lone man and woman, sat side-by-side in the hotel room, facing the sea…

On the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, I asked her why the couple couldn't reconcile, and whether she had ever thought about going back to
her .

She said no.

Why? After all the anger subsided, and each person gave a little, she wanted to reconcile.

It's all your fault. You're such a good person, a good husband, never
had , caring for her deeply. Even during the years your mother was sick and couldn't satisfy your physical needs, you never touched another
woman. Should all men be like you?

She asked me if what her mother said was true. "No other woman besides my mother."

I said no. Never.

She said that's why she couldn't accept her husband, who had slept with other women, touching her. She couldn't tolerate a fickle
man . Why can't men be like her father, a good father, a good husband?

She could only confide her marital frustrations to her mother. But now that her mother was gone, no one would listen
to .

She cried, cried uncontrollably. I hugged her tightly, gently patting her bare shoulders and back, comforting
her, my poor daughter.

She said, "Daddy, thank goodness you're here. I don't know how I'd get through Christmas and New Year. My
home is gone, and if you don't take me in, no one else will.

" "Don't cry, daughter,"

I said, wiping away her tears. Like when she was little, she clung to me, lifting her legs and placing them on my lap
. Her breasts, prominent from her evening gown all night, pressed against my chest, embedded in my shirt.
A delicate fragrance wafted from her neck and temples. My hand, comforting her, inadvertently pulled down her bra strap, making her
shoulders more exposed, more alluring.

Yes, alluring, a symbol of temptation. A father shouldn't look at his daughter like that. And she
was so helpless, so pitifully leaning against me, asking for comfort, yet I found her
sexy .

Fireworks outside the window rose to the windowpane, dazzling.

Min'er stopped sobbing, raising her beautiful, youthful face.

That awful guy, blind as he was, didn't appreciate such a beautiful woman, he ruined her.

That pitiful face looked up at me, her cherry lips slightly parted, uttering words I couldn't
hear or understand.

Suddenly, she stood up, pulled up her skirt, straddled my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck,
facing me. Her breath grew closer and closer, brushing against my face.

Soft hands crawled over my body, unbuttoning my shirt, saying, "Look, you have my lipstick on you, a
lipstick mark on your collar doesn't look good. Let me take it off for you, so you don't get it dirty."

"No need," I said, trying to stop her.

But I could only sit there, my heart pounding, staring wide-eyed as she opened my shirt. Her hand slipped under my shirt
, gently caressing my chest. Her hand was smooth and warm.

"Daddy, tell me honestly. Are you lonely? Tell me, I'm not a stranger."

"I..."

"I heard you say that. I'm lonely, and you're lonely too. Is that right? We're both lonely. Some people say that if two
lonely people are together, and they don't chase away each other's loneliness, they'll be even lonelier..."

I understood. A lonely heart needs a real woman to fill it. She was right. She came back
, and by my side, made me realize how lonely I really was. If we didn't do something,
ah, how terrible that loneliness would be!

She stood up, stood by the window, and slowly took off her low-cut evening gown, the thin straps sliding down her jade-like arms.
Two beautiful breasts jumped out, like two fireworks blooming. She turned around and, with a graceful movement, took
off her panties. She had a rounder, perkier bottom than Mommy. "

No one else is allowed to see, only you, my Daddy," she said softly, her lips moving slightly.

Outside the window, fireworks rose and exploded.

"Daddy, I know you're lonely, and I'm lonely too. Give it to me, I'm a woman, I have needs too."

My throat was dry, and I couldn't speak.

She leaned down, her lips close to mine.

I took a deep breath. How could I push my daughter away at this moment and tell her, "No. I
won't kiss you." It would hurt her.

She closed her eyes, her lips pressed against mine. I struggled internally, wondering whether to push her away, reject her, and tell her
we couldn't. Or to love her and kiss her.

Finally, I kissed her. She wouldn't let go, wanting me to kiss her lips until they were wet. Poor child, she
needed someone to cherish her. She needed someone to love her.

She placed my hands on her breasts, and it was the first time in years I had touched those sensitive mounds of flesh. I
couldn't bear to look, how could I, a respectable man, do this with my own daughter in this room,
doing things I shouldn't be doing.

In our loneliness and confusion, my daughter and I…we actually disregarded moral and ethical
norms , stripped away our disguises, reverted to our primal state, and engaged in physical intimacy.

How could a father treat his daughter like this?

Our genitals joined together, and that was what followed. Her body was burning hot, and my
body was burning with an irrepressible urge. We poured our overflowing desire onto each other.

She led me, easily leading me into her fragrant path. How empty she was, and I
filled it for her.

"Oh…ah…"

My daughter's soft cries and moans made me want to back away. She frowned, closed her eyes, turned her head to one side, and
bit the corner of the pillow. I couldn't tell if she was in pain or excited. At that moment, I wanted to pull my thing out of her vagina
. But it was too late. She clung to me too tightly, and I was inserted too deeply. Our bodies were now tightly
connected, and no one could separate us.

"Daddy, hold me tight. Daddy, give it to me, give it to me..."

I couldn't let go, I couldn't stop, as if this body wasn't mine, undulating on her. Her tight
vagina , the feeling of a woman I hadn't felt in so long. I cried, for my own despicable actions. Min'er pleaded, she cried too,
we cried, we cried as we made our love.

I sank down, squeezing out the last drop of semen inside her, slumped down on my daughter's naked body,
the fireworks outside the window still dazzling, and then I heard her whisper in my ear:

"Daddy, I thought you wouldn't, you're better than I imagined..."

I admit, it was all my fault, I have to take responsibility.

Lonely soul, something must be missing from your life; you're searching for the missing piece of the puzzle.

Who is that piece you need? Perhaps it's someone who suddenly enters your loneliness,
whoever she may be.

(III) When your daughter becomes your lover

, you wake up, open your eyes, and see your daughter's bright, watery eyes smiling at you.

You're shocked to realize the absurdity of that night, father and daughter together. You thought it was a dream, hoping it never happened, and
you couldn't believe you would do something so immoral. But you did it. In bed, her naked body pressed
against you, her jade arms draped over your chest, infinitely attached to you.

You have nowhere to escape; you must face all the consequences.

Your daughter didn't cry or make a fuss; she smiled at you. I would rather she yelled and screamed; I would know how to handle it. I
could kneel down and admit my mistake, and scold myself. She lay on her side, one hand supporting her chin,
the weight causing them to droop gently and tremble. Her other hand was stroking your hair as she said,

"Daddy, you sleep like a child. I just noticed, your head is almost turning into a bald patch."

In broad daylight, naked and exposed, without the cover of darkness or fireworks, her breasts pressed against me,
forcing me to look directly at her, to confirm her presence. I needed an explanation, a way to save face, and to
justify . First, I needed to cover up my embarrassment. My eyes darted around searching for clothes, scattered on the carpet and sofa,
making me feel incredibly awkward. I stammered,

"I...we should get dressed first..."

"I'll get you a bathrobe," Min'er said.

Min'er got out of bed, her naked, snow-white skin dazzling, her buttocks
swaying , making my eyes pop out. She went to the wardrobe, put on a bathrobe, and then brought me another one.

As a father, my conditioned reflex to my daughter's body should be to avoid it. But I couldn't let a fleeting
glimpse of her youthful body, the one I'd made love to, slip away. I remembered when the fireworks exploded, we crossed
the line and spent a beautiful night together.

She, however, didn't avoid it, sitting on the edge of the bed. My penis was erect again, and I felt it was
more sensitive and powerful than when I entered her the night before.

She said, "You don't mind, we can have breakfast in bed. Today is New Year's Day, you don't have to go to work,
can you check out a little later? We both need some time... to talk. You agree, right?"

I pretended not to understand, but the doorbell rang, and our breakfast arrived. Min'er pushed me off the bed, telling me to
open the door . I tied my open bathrobe with the belt and went to open the door. The waiter pushed the food cart in, and I quickly sent him
away.

"Daddy, don't you want people bothering us? Put up a 'don't disturb'
sign," Min'er reminded me.

In this situation, I didn't want anyone knocking on the door again or running into our room. Although the hotel staff
wouldn't know our relationship, they were used to it. Seeing the mess on the bed, they immediately understood
what we'd done. This was a convenience provided by the hotel; a man and a woman paying such an expensive room—did they just want to watch
fireworks ?

Well, now Min'er was going to trap me in the room; there was no escape. I didn't know what she would do to me; I
had to face the full consequences of my mistake. I had to face it sooner or later; it was better to clear things up sooner.

Having breakfast in bed with my half-naked daughter, whom I had violated. It was awkward; the food was hard to swallow. My
punishment had begun.

Min'er sat cross-legged on the bed, eating bite by bite. Her bathrobe wasn't tied tightly, letting her breasts
pop out, not caring at all that I saw them.

Her posture was practically an exhibition of her genitals, her triangle area, in the most mysterious way, displaying her
mons pubis , pubic hair, and slightly parted labia at the most alluring angle before me. Was that wetness from a bath
or something else? It was up to me, the father, to imagine.

I coughed lightly, a signal I used before, which she would interpret and adjust her
behavior accordingly. This time, she looked over, gave me a knowing smile, and said,

"Daddy, your breakfast is getting cold, eat it quickly. Don't keep staring at me like that."

Oh, oh! I didn't stare, I only dared to steal glances.

It seems my daughter is indeed a younger version of her mother, even her tone of voice, mannerisms, and expressions
are exactly the same.

She's young, yet somewhat worldly; mature, yet she acts like a little girl, coquettish. She's more concerned about her
attractiveness than her mother, manifesting in unintentional wardrobe malfunctions or deliberate teasing.

She doesn't mind me looking, letting me steal glances. Actually, she's telling me she knows I'm looking at her and welcomes it
; it's her confidence in herself: she knows that a woman's curves, those protruding and undulating
parts , can make any man dizzy. She has already proven that even her upright and good father is not immune.

Moreover, her greatest confidence lay in seizing upon the mistake of a respectable gentleman, a good father, to
put under the table and accept all the terms.

And I had to get used to my daughter's gaze, especially when she stared at that undisguised erection.

Was she commenting on me? Or was she eyeing it, wanting it to serve her? Sigh, the more I guessed, the more uneasy I became.
I am, after all, an older man; sometimes, when you want it to be erect, it doesn't work. Now, not wanting
to be erect in front of my daughter, yet it was unstoppable, a tent pitched, its ugliness exposed.

So what if we've slept together, made love? The person you spent the night with is your daughter; you have to cover it up. For the sake of politeness
or dignity, this sinful tool had better be humble.

I've had enough. If you won't scold me, I'll confess myself.

I said, "I'm sorry. I did something wrong last night, it was all my fault. I'll take responsibility."

She said, "I knew you would say that to me. You're a responsible man; I'm not worried."

"So, tell me, what do you want me to do to make up for my mistake?"

"I know you'll care about me and treat me well from now on. I trust you."

Would she still trust a father who abused her? I don't even trust myself. The best solution is
to stop living with her, but asking her to move out would be even more inhumane. What can I do for her?

My original plan was to let Min'er stay. Whether she reconciles with her husband or divorces and remarries later is up
to her. Living together, being companions, would be beneficial for both of us.

We made a big mistake because we were lonely. Since we acknowledge that we both have sexual needs and can't control them...
Having made love once, there's no reason to deny the possibility of a next time. If she doesn't object, isn't it a
fitting arrangement? When she wants it, I have no reason to refuse her. Between father and daughter, mutual affection and
comfort , sometimes going to bed behind closed doors doesn't bother others. Everything is for convenience, no excuses are needed…

However, next time… if there is a next time, how should we bring it up? Who should bring it up?

I had a wild idea. I even turned my guilt and self-reproach into inappropriate thoughts.

For the next week, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. How could I dare to mention that
passionate night again? The charge would be enough to ruin my reputation. As for Min'er, she was a married daughter temporarily staying at her father's house,
and we got along peacefully.

Deep down, I was on edge, alert, observing Min'er's every move. Every body
language, even the slightest touch, or the corner of her eye, I paid attention to the possible hints it might give me.

But nothing…

maybe she regretted having sex with me and kept her distance. She could change her attitude at any moment and
confront . This is just the calm before the storm.

I absolutely must suppress my desires and fantasies about my daughter. That one-night stand on New Year's Eve was just
a mistake made by two lonely hearts, numbed by alcohol…

Soon, I understood that if a woman can hold your "genitals" in her hands, everything about you will
be controlled by her, and your emotions will be swayed by her. A few days later, one evening, I returned home to find my Filipino maid, Maria, gone.

"Daddy, I've terminated your contract with Maria early. I compensated her, and she has to leave today."

"Why? She's been doing a good job, over five years. Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"

"Isn't it for you?"

"I don't understand. What's wrong with her?"

"If you don't think she's a problem for you, I can ask her to come back right away."

"Can you just tell me directly?"

"I'll be blunt. Tell me, what do you want most all day? You don't need to say, everyone can see.
You're always looking for opportunities to be alone with me. Don't you want to be intimate with me? Be honest
, do you want to?"

My ears burned red; I'd revealed a desperate side in front of my daughter. But what she said was
true , and I was too ashamed to admit it.

She continued face-to-face:

"In your own home, if you want to be intimate with me, why do you have to sneak around? Why do you have to look for
opportunities ? You are the master of your house, Maria isn't.

Because Maria is in our midst, you dare not touch me, right? Why
don't you kiss me when we watch TV together? Because Maria could come out of the kitchen at any moment.

Even when she's resting, she doesn't dare to make love to me. Do you know how loudly I moan in bed?
Do you want Maria to hear us making love?

In the morning, what if she finds me sleeping in your bed? When I'm making your bed, what if I find a dirty
towel , or my hair on your pillowcase?

What do you think she'll say when she's off on Sundays, at her gatherings with the villagers? What if she vividly recounts how intimate we, father and daughter, were,
how we made love, embellishing the story, and spreading it throughout the world?"

I finally understood why Min'er was so cold towards me, and that the prerequisite for sleeping with Min'er at home
was to get rid of the other woman in the house. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Min'er, I thought you hated me."

"Daddy, it was me who fired your worker that made you hate me. You won't pay the compensation to Maria,
I will. As for the housework, I'll take care of it."

I thought, I'm really out of my mind, to have such a bizarre idea: I'm
willing to pay any price just to make love with Min'er.

"Money is not a problem, as long as you feel at ease. Housework is never something my pampered daughter
does. Hire a housekeeper, tell her you're the lady of the house. That will solve the problem."

I actually said such a dirty idea.

"So, you agree."

"Agree. I now understand how thoughtful you are."

"Look, now it's just the two of us in the house, isn't it much more spacious? We won't
get in the way . How will you repay me? Tell me quickly."

She moved over and sat on my lap, smoothing my hair and stroking my face. I opened my arms and wrapped them
around her slender waist. She hooked her arms around my neck and fell into my arms, her breath
getting .

"From now on, you'll be in charge of taking care of things at home."

"I'll do anything for you. I've known your favorite dishes since we were little, and I
can cook what Mom makes. Besides, it's so cold, it's so lonely sleeping alone! I remember when I was little, on windy nights, I'd sleep half the
night and still feel cold. I'd run to your room and snuggle into your and Mom's bed to warm up. Now, being able to lean on your shoulder, be held in your arms, and sleep in your warm bed
like before— how wonderful that would
feel!"

Then, with trembling hands, I lifted her head to look at her. I offered her small mouth. I tentatively
kissed her lightly, and she returned the kiss passionately. I could tell it was a demanding kiss,
the signal I'd been waiting for for ten days.

I became bolder, taking her lips into my mouth, and slipping my tongue into hers to
intertwine with hers.

I lifted the hem of her skirt and touched her knees; she didn't protest. I touched her breasts, and she didn't object. I knew
then she was ready for me to give myself to her. I picked her up like a little girl, and she wrapped her arms around my
neck, letting me carry her into my room.

She said, yes, since that night, she wanted to make love again. It had been a long time since a man had made love to her so
gently . She wished it were just the two of us in the world; even if some disaster came, she wouldn't be afraid. As long as
it was just the two of us, we could love each other forever. Her mother was gone, and she was lonely too. Now it was just the two of us.
She told me to do whatever I wanted, because she trusted me and knew that everything I did for her was
good , because I was her good father…

I put her on my bed and kissed her passionately, ruffling her hair. I started unbuttoning her
clothes; she lay quietly as I did, letting me undress her and help me unhook her bra.

The room was dimly lit, but her smooth body seemed to radiate a dazzling light. I stripped her down to…
With only her underwear remaining, I watched as her naked body willingly opened itself to me, and I took off my suit jacket. When I pulled down
my underwear , revealing my erect penis to her face, she lowered her eyes, overcome with shyness.

I liked her reaction, because if she hadn't looked away and had looked directly at me, I would have felt awkward.
It would have been too embarrassing for my daughter to see me hard for her.

I got into bed, crawled to her side, and lay down beside her, kissing her and caressing her breasts.
A gentle touch was enough to make her nipples swell.

I felt I needed a reason to make love to her, so I thought I could start by praising her, and softly said, "
When did you become so charming? You've mesmerized Daddy."

Her face flushed. I couldn't remember if her face had turned red when we first made love on New Year's Eve. But I
loved the blush on her face, because I blushed too. Making love with my daughter was indeed difficult. It was more nerve-wracking and timid than
making love with a complete stranger, or even on our wedding night when she was a virgin and I was a virgin . Min'er's behavior in bed was also unpredictable, as if she hadn't yet decided to make love to me. Every intimate gesture I made was presumed to be her consent, even a request. She, however, felt the need to cover her nakedness and held me tightly. I kissed her too passionately and immediately touched her private parts. She seemed hesitant, turning her head away or twisting her lower body to avoid me, as if trying to make me understand she wasn't a promiscuous woman. I slowed down, kissing her gently and caressing her tenderly. She stopped resisting and kissed me back. I didn't immediately pull down her panties, but gently teased her labia through her crotch, caressing her until she was wet. Her whole body gradually softened, and it felt hot to the touch; I knew she was ready. Only then did I let her completely expose herself, and she lifted her hips so I could pull down her panties. She still held me close, pressing against me, not letting me see her private parts directly—though she had shown them to me when she was little, hence her reserved manner during sex. Min'er was, after all, a woman with sexual experience; she wasn't afraid of sex and knew the techniques. She began to use her small hands to transmit pleasure to my body. Then, we both entered the mood, the intercourse smooth, as if we had done it many times before. I pressed down on her, she held my penis in her hand, and with her guidance, it was easy to insert. I sank deeply, and when I entered her completely receptive body, she let out a soft moan. We moved our bodies, searching for a harmonious rhythm, and soon merged. Her soft cries and my moans harmonized, reaching a climax where her moans grew louder and more unrestrained. I remembered what she had said earlier and understood her carefully planned arrangement. As I prepared to ejaculate, she lifted her hips to receive me, then let me sink down, pushing in, all the way in, deeper than on New Year's Eve , staying inside her for much longer. I saw her satisfied, slightly shy face. After I withdrew from her, she buried herself in my arms, gently stroking my chest, and said, "Daddy, is this how you and Mommy make love?" My memories of making love with my deceased wife are a bit hazy. How can I compare it to making love with my wife and daughter? It 's really hard to say. I thought for a moment and said, "Why do you ask?" "I hope to be as good as Mom." "You and Mom are both good. There are some differences, I can't quite put my finger on it. Your reactions are different, your sensitive spots are different. You're two different people, so the feeling is different." "Could you explain it more clearly? I'm curious, I want to know more about you and Mom." "It's hard to say about sex between husband and wife. We might have been husband and wife for a lifetime, we've said everything. She doesn't talk during sex. She doesn't necessarily do it completely naked like you." "You didn't undress her completely?" "Actually, I didn't undress completely either. Sex doesn't have to be completely naked. We're a bit old-fashioned in bed." "Does Mom moan? Is she loud?" "Have you heard me and her moaning during sex?" She thought for a moment and said, no. You two can be so quiet during sex! "We were both very quiet, there weren't many intense moments." "You didn't talk either?" "Yes, very little." "But you should talk! I want to hear you talk." "What's there to say?" "What's on my mind. After making love, a man's words are the most touching." "I've never heard of that. All the sweet words are said before making love." "Then tell me something from your heart. For example, tell me what you're thinking? You rarely tell anyone what's on your mind ." "Min'er, I do have something to say from my heart. I was worried for days, but now I'm relieved." "Worried about what?" "I was afraid you'd hate me. I thought you wanted to avoid me. I felt unsure how to get along with you. But now I'm at peace." "Daddy, yes, seeing you so anxious and fearful makes me want to cover my mouth and laugh." "So, actually, it was I who didn't know what you were thinking." "Now you know." "If you had any plans, you should have said them sooner." "Dad, aren't you ashamed? How can we discuss such things? It's so embarrassing." (IV) Some men are shameless and eager for their old age, but Min'er isn't busy preparing for the New Year. In the past, preparing for the New Year? Going on vacation? I never had to take care of that. This year, Min'er is the only woman in the house, so naturally she's in charge. In just two months, my daily life has been taken care of by her. For example, whether or not to travel during the New Year. Min'er always likes to bring up some serious issues after making love. She thinks that when two people are intimate during sex, talking naked will be more honest. Actually, I'm so tired that I want to fall asleep immediately, but she won't let me sleep. She'll lean against my chest like a little bird, our bodies intertwined, maintaining the afterglow of sex, talking incessantly, and demanding . All the blood is flowing into that thing, and my brain is slowing down. "Daddy, it's almost New Year, what do you want me to arrange?" She speaks in the tone of a mistress of the house. "I never thought of that. It was all arranged by your mother before." "Are you planning to stay home, or go back to your hometown to visit your grandmother?" "I had a funeral this year, so people who come to pay their respects are being cautious. I didn't go back to see your mother when she was sick."

"Grandma, and you've been refusing to come with us for a while now. Grandma loves you very much, and I want to
go back with you to see her."

"I'd rather die than go. Those stinking outhouses, you get bitten by mosquitoes when you squat down, and you can't even poop. Have
you ever thought about traveling with me? We haven't traveled together in a long time. Can you take me on a trip for the New Year?"

I pondered. The holidays always make me miss my family more. My wife has passed away, and I live a lonely life. Spending the New Year at home brings back painful
memories ; the atmosphere is already bleak, especially since I'm already alone. If Min'er hadn't come back, I would have
thought of going back to my hometown to see my mother. But with Min'er back, things are different.

Who will come to pay their respects? I'm the only male heir in three generations, and my family isn't large; they're all on the mainland. My daughter and
son-in-law are getting a divorce, so only my aunt Suqin and my children will come.

It wasn't a bad idea. Min'er and I, father and daughter, could leave Hong Kong, leave the crowded, annoying people,
and go to a completely unfamiliar place, where we could open our hearts, without any worries, like lovers, doing whatever we wanted
.

But I thought of Suqin.

When my wife was seriously ill, she intentionally brought me and her sister Suqin together, meaning she wanted someone to take her place
in caring for me. In the past, many men wanted to take concubines, and some wives would bring their sisters into the household to
serve . Sisters sharing a husband wouldn't be jealous or fight; the good fortune wouldn't go to someone else.

My aunt was a divorced woman. Her plight was pitiful. She was more beautiful than her sister and was
the youngest daughter in the family. My wife said that men had pursued her since she was thirteen or fourteen, and she eventually married a businessman with
children.

She originally thought she would have a good future. When her husband's investments in the north failed, leaving him heavily in debt, she was still willing to
give him all her own money. But later, she discovered that her husband had a woman in mainland China, which he "frankly" admitted.

To find out what she lacked compared to that woman, she went to the mainland to investigate herself. She discovered that she
had caught a man and three women naked in her husband's bed, engaged in a nauseating
"unprotected sex party," and those women, aside from their large breasts and buttocks, were all of low-class appearance.

Some men are just so despicable, having the best but not appreciating it.

When my wife was sick and had surgery, she visited her in the hospital every day. When she was recuperating at home, she would
come over home. After dinner, our Filipino maid, Maria, would help my wife back to her room to rest (after my wife's illness, we slept
in separate rooms so Maria could take care of her at night). Before I could even put my cigarette to my lips, she would bring me a light and light
it for me. All evening, the two of us would sit on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Divorced women are often more alluring. Every time I saw her, she always wore light makeup, except for her thin lips, which were painted a glossy
, luscious red. After touching up her lipstick, she would also take out a cigarette and ask if it was alright. If I can smoke,
why can't she? Why did she need my permission?

She has a habit of raising her arm, tucking her hair back, applying perfume to the crook of her elbow, which
accentuates her ample bosom. The fingernails of the fingers holding the cigarette are professionally manicured. When I stub out my cigarette, she follows,
seemingly unaware, until our hands touch the ashtray.

She habitually sits near my bedroom, and whenever I look towards it, our
eyes meet. Her smoking and exhaling speed immediately increases. I know that if I walk
towards , brush past her, and lightly touch her arm with my fingertips, she will immediately stub out her cigarette, get up, follow
me into the room, undress, climb onto my bed, and spread her legs.

She waits like this every night, like a prostitute standing on a street corner. My sister has tacitly agreed, only
needing my signal.

Haven't I been tempted? If I haven't been tempted, I'm not a man.

A resentful woman is most likely to win a man's pity and is also the easiest woman to get her hands on. Her vicissitudes of life have taught her
to be humble and subservient to those who appreciate her.

In fact, there were many opportunities for a man and woman to be alone together, yet I never slept with her. The reason is inexplicable
. It's clear that my reputation as a "gentleman" is not undeserved.

In my life, I've encountered many temptations of lust, yet I remained unmoved until Min'er returned to my life.

When I mentioned that my aunt and cousins would be coming, Min'er, with her keen womanly intuition, reacted
immediately .

"Daddy, I don't want her to come."

"Why don't you want to see her? She watched you grow up and has always loved you dearly."

"Daddy, is it that you really want to see her?"

"No."

"Anyway, I don't want her to come. How about we go on a vacation?"

I thought for a moment.

"Please, Daddy, consider it our honeymoon, okay?"

A honeymoon! What's the deal with going on a honeymoon with my daughter? It's a little hard to understand, yet full of anticipation. That
must have been a sweet and tender time, filled with mutual affection. However, her words also brought me back to reality
.

"As long as you're not officially divorced, you're still someone's wife in name only. Out of courtesy, you need to go back to your in-laws' house to pay your
respects for the New Year. Otherwise, people will say I'm an ill-mannered father."

"No. I hate the thought of them. I want to go on a trip. If you promise to take me on a trip, I'll reward you with extra lovemaking
right now ."

She climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. Her love juice and my semen mixed
in , slowly flowing out, forming a sticky mixture that glued her buttocks to my thighs.

"No, I'm afraid I don't have the ability."

I was a little hesitant about having sex twice in one night. My philosophy of lovemaking is to go all out in one go; a second
attack would leave me exhausted. I don't remember ever having sex twice in one night. My wife wouldn't do it with me either. She was more tired than me
after one session.

"Daddy, do you not want to do it, or are you afraid you can't? If you want to do it, see what I can do?"

I couldn't say no, so I let Min'er hold my already limp thing in her two little hands, gently
kneading it, kissing it, and murmuring, like chanting a spell, "You can do it, you can do it...
if you love me."

I closed my eyes, concentrated, and, as if hypnotizing myself, said in my heart along with her, "You can do it, for
our daughter." My daughter is so young, at the age when her libido is at its peak. If one lovemaking isn't enough for her, and she wants
another, I will give it all to her.

When she placed my hands on her chest, wanting me to press them against her and knead her firm breasts, I had a...
A feeling of being recharged washed over me; a surge of life force flowed from her firm breasts into my body.

She whispered in my ear, "My love, don't worry, look, it's already erect. You
can make love again."

I didn't need to look, nor did I need her to tell me; I could already feel all the blood rushing to that
place . I kissed Min'er's small mouth and pressed my little beauty down. She grasped my "point," aligned it with her
"orifice," and inserted it. Warm, slippery, comfortable, and fitting.

I began to thrust in and out with abandon, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Soon, I ejaculated again. Not as
powerful , but it lasted longer, giving Min'er several orgasms, both large and small.

"Daddy, you're so amazing! You came again, as powerful as a young man. You want to take me there,
with you..." Then, in the softest voice she could muster, she said, "Honey
Moon."

If Min'er believed her theory, a man who had sex would be more honest. If she pressed me, I would confess that
I somewhat wanted to see her aunt, who was so alluring to me. So, I changed the subject to travel. I

had the chance to sleep with Suqin before, but I didn't seize it, and I don't regret it. My lust wasn't as strong then as it is now.
My wife was sick and I didn't have the energy to think about anything else. Since my incestuous relationship with Min'er, I've become more open-minded, and I've even had
thoughts of sleeping with her, even considering her as a potential second wife.

But I already have Min'er, and we just finished having sex. Thinking of Suqin, I feel a little guilty. One
is my daughter, the other is my sister-in-law. Putting them together and treating them equally as sexual partners seems a bit
strange.

Now, my daughter and I are so intimately connected in body, it's as if I understand her thoughts. She
's different from her mother; Suqin isn't her sister. She won't allow me any chance with her aunt.

She has a stubbornness, holding onto what belongs to her tighter and tighter.

Indeed, tighter and tighter, she and I are making love.

(V) My Daughter's Pain

Ever since Min'er proposed a "honeymoon trip" with me, my soul has been touched. My

ordinary life has gained an expectation. Every day I look at the calendar, count down, and recall scene after scene that seems familiar
. On the beach of a small island in the Caribbean, above the swaying coconut palms, a pair of shadows appear
side . I hold Min'er's hand, leaving two rows of footprints. We stand embracing, leaning over to support each other, or
kissing, side by side.

My daughter and I become lovers, free from all the entanglements of the world, to drink the sweet nectar of love.

I must admit that it is love, a man's love for the woman he loves. Having had that
experience before, if love truly allows one's emotions to be nakedly free, then
everything, big or small, happening between Min'er and me now makes me uneasy. Because I still can't figure out what Min'er is thinking. I'm
willing to be her lifeline, to hold her tight when she's most lonely and isolated. But
what about my own control?

The busyness before my trip didn't stop my overthinking. Another test awaited me.

To take a long vacation, I had to work overtime every day to finish my desk work, plus some New Year's Eve
social engagements , making things even busier.

I told her I would be very busy before leaving, and what I would be busy with.

She said she understood.

She would take advantage of my busy schedule to prepare for the trip, buy New Year's goods, and handle personal matters.

It was her personal matters that made me uneasy. One late night, she still hadn't come home, and I tried
not to interfere in her life but couldn't help calling her.

She said she had gone "home." Her husband's home, the home she said she and her husband had separated from.

I asked her again when she would be back, and she said she was busy and would come back when she was done, and we could talk when she got back.

What could she possibly be doing there? Had her cold war with her husband ended, and were they reconciling, their lovemaking becoming even more intense after their separation?
Although I didn't like this son-in-law, I
felt it was unseemly for my daughter to get a divorce. What man doesn't have affairs? If every fling leads to divorce, most of my friends' families would already be in turmoil.

"The gorilla" was holding my violin—that was my thought when I entrusted my daughter to him. My demands were lowered to
the bare minimum ; I just wanted that beast to treat her well, like I treated him.

But my daughter came home very late many nights. I had gotten used to coming home to her, seeing her
smile, eating her cooking, and watching TV together. Occasionally, we'd make love.

One night, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the remaining coffee in my cup was gone. The TV was showing a late-night
rerun, and I dozed off.

Two cold hands crawled up my face and woke me up.

"You're back? Min'er, it's so late. It's cold outside." I held her hand, trying to keep her there.

"You're back. Go back to your room and sleep?"

"Waiting for you to come back. What have you been busy with? I haven't seen you for several nights in a row."

"Daddy, don't worry. I have something to do."

"Can I help?" This was the tone I used to use when I imposed a "curfew" on my daughter who came home late.

"Let's go through the separation and divorce proceedings."

"Are you really sure? There's no turning back once you're divorced. Actually, as long as there's still love, if everyone
compromises and makes sacrifices, any problem can be solved. Do you know how many years your mother and I have been together
? That's how we've lived." "

I've already thought it through. I've already made my decision."

"I respect your decision. I know a few lawyer friends; do you want me to ask them for help?"

"No need. I'm an adult; I know how to handle these things myself."

"Will the procedures keep you busy until late at night?"

"Not entirely. I'm going back to pack my things." "

Come, let's talk properly." I gestured for her to sit beside me. Seeing her weary face, my heart
ached .

I said, "Look how haggard you are. Is it because you can't bear to leave him? Can't bear to leave that home? Even a night of marriage can have a hundred nights of
kindness!"

"No. But…" she said.

"Daughter, I understand. 'Let go' is easier said than done."

"From meeting him, through marriage, to finally breaking up, I only regret not listening to your advice back then. But I will never
go back."

"It's all in the past. You chose this path yourself, and I support you no matter what."

Actually, my initial opposition to them was based solely on a father's intuition; all fathers in the world feel that without a man...
配得上自己的小公主。

「爹地，你明白吗？我曾经死心塌地的爱过他。可是……爹地，我确有一些
事隐瞒了你，恐怕你担心。现在可以告诉你。我和他离婚，主要的原因，是他是
变态的﹗」说着，泪水盈眶。

「什么？他把你怎样对待了？」

「他要做爱的时候就揍我，我呼痛他才有快感，他要……捆住我……用鞭子
打我屁股，要我做那些我不愿做的事。我不肯做，他强迫我。我强硬反抗，不和
他合作，就去找些不三不四的女人，把他们带到我的床上……」敏儿说着，用手
比划，示意手脚怎样给捆起来，怎样给鞭挞那些令她难堪的待遇。

「你说什么？那个家伙简直不是人，把我的心肝宝贝来虐待﹗为什么不早点
告诉我，让我替你出头？」

我怒火中烧，咽喉干涩，说不出话来。 I clenched my fists. If I saw him now,
I'd punch his nose and smash it. I always thought he only had a third party, so I left room for them
to . But he'd defiled my daughter to this extent. The gorilla in my heart isn't holding
my violin now; it's stripping my daughter naked, cruelly manipulating her, and
ravaging .

"Daddy, how am I supposed to tell you? You have eyes. When we made love, we were completely naked. Did
n't you see the marks on my body?"

How could I not see? During sex, Min'er wasn't completely naked; she
let me touch and look at her. Now you're telling her you're sorry for not seeing her body clearly?

Or, that you didn't dare see too clearly? You didn't even notice anything unusual about your daughter's body. The lights were too dim.
Yes, I only dared to touch her after the lights were off. I was too excited. And I only dared to peek from the shadows, never daring
to look directly at my daughter's naked body.

"Where are the marks?"

"Here's a bruise, there's a welt."

"Let me see. Did you hurt your wounds during sex? If you did, why didn't you cry out?"

I pulled Min'er into my arms. Her words pained me. I wanted to unbutton her shirt to
see for myself.

"Daddy, it's been months, it's gone."

I pulled her arm out of her sleeve and kissed her bare shoulder and neck, searching for the marks.

"My daughter, how heartbroken I am for you."

"He wouldn't leave a scar here. Everyone knows he beats his wife." "

Silly daughter, you were bullied. You should have come home sooner."

"Daddy, it's alright. I'm back. I remember you and Mom often told me that when your wings are strong enough, you should fly away,
but I should remember that no matter where I fly, if I encounter storms or get tired, there will always be a place for
me at home."

"Yes, the bird has returned home."

My daughter was tired. Just like when she was a child, nestled her head on my lap, and I stroked her hair and bare
back, searching for her wounds, trying to comfort her.

My daughter, how can I comfort you? Protect you?

She suddenly looked up at me, saying, "After all this, I understand that happiness doesn't choose people; you have to fight for
your own happiness." After coming back, I realized what happiness is: it's someone who understands me and
loves me no matter what.

I said, "But I wasn't attentive enough. I didn't even notice how much my daughter had been hurt. And I didn't
know how to cherish my daughter.

" Her eyes, filled with grievance, brightened, and she smiled through her tears, saying, "Daddy, look how serious you are,
it's scary."

"What? Shouldn't I be serious?"

She buried her face in my chest, pulled my hand, wanting me to wrap my arms around her waist, and whispered, "Aren't I already
receiving your love?"

How can I cherish my daughter?

My affection for her gave me the thought of going to bed with her right now. I wanted to demonstrate to her
how a man who loves her would cherish and caress her.

A surge of passion welled up inside me; that unworthy man had made love to my daughter several times. I was willing to caress her
tenderly a thousand acts of love.

I chased after her lips, kissing her passionately, kneading her breasts like dough. She sensed my unusual
excitement and responded with even hotter kisses. I lifted her dress, rolling it up,
kissing every exposed part of her body.

She didn't flinch from my touch; her neckline was open, and I reached inside to caress her smooth skin,
holding her full, firm breasts in my hands. I caressed every inch of her tender flesh, defiled and
ravaged . I pressed against her chest, cupping the rise and fall of her peaks, gently kneading them until her nipples
rose for me.

She looked up, her face weary, her eyelashes fluttering, opening and closing, seeing my boundless tenderness and love. She closed
her eyes , lost in the feeling of being loved. She threw herself into my arms, shifting her weight onto me, her body sinking
into my chest.

She pulled up the shirt tucked into her skirt, and I reached inside, embracing her slender waist. She gradually shrank,
becoming a little baby again.

I couldn't control the urge to make love to Min'er, and
the image lingered in my mind. I touched her, her thighs, my heart pounding.

I lifted her skirt; she didn't try to hide it, and I touched her, caressing her warm, smooth thighs. She
raised her leg high to show me her strappy high heels, which I took off, then returned to her smooth thighs, pulling
down her cotton panties to her knees. Her labia peeked out from between her thighs beneath her skirt.

Give me a reason not to make love to Min'er. After hearing about her playing SM with the gorilla, I've already
hurt enough; why should I continue to wallow in incestuous love with her? This isn't what a father should do for his daughter. But
I couldn't find it, because I felt Min'er needed me. Unless she rejected me.

Reject me? My desire is already burning! If you show even the slightest refusal, I will pull my greedy hand away.
If my thing were to be inserted into your little cunt like this, it would linger there, unwilling to be pulled out.

But my daughter didn't reject me, she nestled in my arms. I helped her up, took her hand and led her to my bedroom.
She stood up, her face dazed, and followed me.

卡在膝下的内裤随着两腿移动，徐徐滑下来，落在脚腕之间，像对脚镣。当
我脱掉她的衣裙，全身赤露的她只剩下这一条缠在脚腕的内裤。她用脚趾夹住内
裤管，把她拉脱了，才可以完全敞开，让我进入她，并爱她。

女儿啊，为什么不拒绝我？为不么不说一声不？

（六）爱情的印记

她没拒绝我，反倒催促我，在我身下，扭动身子，两条腿盘着我，两手按住
我的肩头，两眼朝天反了白，拱起腰来承受我一波又一波的激荡。我想着那头大
猩猩和女儿在床上，把她揍得全身都是红道道，我就气了。她的叫床声音愈来愈
大，呼息愈来愈急。我们的被窝暖得像个火炉。我极尽全身的气力，深深的推到
尽头。她的手抓住我的膀子，我射了。 I smeared the ointment all over her lower abdomen and thighs, leaving them damp.

I held her tightly, maintaining the position I'd been in during ejaculation, inside her, joined together, continuing
to thrust for a long time. I was like a knot, tightening my grip on her, as if afraid that gorilla would
snatch her, my daughter, from my arms.

After a moment of catching my breath, as my penis slipped out, Min'er gently pushed me away, saying,

"Loosen up a bit, you're suffocating me."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She rolled over, pressing her breasts against me, and said,

"Daddy, I have something to say, do you want to hear it?" Was it going to be another serious topic?

"Go ahead. You can ask for anything."

"You think women will blackmail you after having sex with you?"

"Absolutely not."

But it was certainly a perfect opportunity to get pleasure from a man.

There's a historical opera called *Salome*. Salome, rejected by the saint,
performed a sexually suggestive striptease before her father, King Herod, and won the head of the man who had rejected her. Whether
Herod well.

"I just want to tell you that I now know you love me more deeply than I thought."

"I…" I looked at her, my mouth opened but no sound came out. I couldn't believe my ears, yet my heart
was filled with sweetness . She made love to me not just out of loneliness, she called it "love." I no longer needed to worry about her
hating me later.

"Daddy, why aren't you saying anything? Open your mouth, say something! No response? Tell me how much you love
me."

Her breasts pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I had already done it; I didn't know how to
express it.

Please forgive me for being such a mediocre, hypocritical father. My daughter had become my bed partner, yet I couldn't bring myself
to say I love you." While I can be eloquent in business matters, I'm inept with words when it comes to emotions.

It's been a long time since I've told my loved ones "I love you." The last time was when my wife was dying, I was at her bedside,
tears streaming down my face, holding her hand and saying it. Having made love to Min'er time and time again, having heard her humiliations, and hearing those
words from her, touched my very soul. I wanted to know how I would treat my daughter, having already possessed her body.

And I knew that if I didn't love her, I would be a beast. I had the audacity to continue this sexual
relationship with her, and she didn't resist; loving her meant I had nothing to worry about.

So, my throat went dry, and with a courage I'd never felt before, I blurted out to her,

"Min'er, you know, I've always loved you. But, I didn't know—I mean, I only just
realized I loved you just as much as you do."

"Daddy, you're like a parrot, you just repeat what everyone else says."

"How do you want me to say it? Do you expect me to say 'I love you'? Women are so hard to deal with. If you don't say you love her, she
thinks you don't. If you do, she doesn't believe you. What do you want me to do to make her believe?"

"Seeing how nervous you are, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that you said it so poorly; you need to practice more.
Women love to hear men tell them how much they love them. Mom told me that when you were pursuing her, you didn't say many sweet
words. I don't know why she married you." "

What else did she tell you?" "

She said that while your words aren't very sweet, you're quite good in bed."

"Did she really say that?" Her words really made me nervous.

"Daddy, she didn't say it, so I let her speak. If you don't speak, people won't know
what . Before, I thought you didn't love me because I could never meet your expectations and suffered so much.
But you never scolded me."

"Daughter! You've suffered enough, how could I bear to scold you? I only worry that I don't love you enough."

"Thank you, kiss me, okay?"

We hugged and kissed again.

In the dim light of the corner lamp, I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She
kissed me deeply, her tenderness replacing words. The kiss was incredibly sweet, like fine wine.

Women usually close their eyes when kissing, but like the women I've kissed, I closed my eyes, letting
my daughter lead with her warm, moist kiss. When I wanted to kiss her a little longer, to respond with my own kiss, she
stopped. I opened my eyes, my expression changed, and she said to me,

"Tobacco spirit, your breath smells terrible and tastes bitter. If you don't quit smoking, you're not allowed to touch me again." Her words struck a
nerve.

"That's easy, just rinse your mouth before making love."

"Daddy, the Hong Kong SAR government advises citizens that smoking is harmful to health."

"At this age, I'm not afraid of death." That was my thought a while ago. Life is unpredictable; my wife
passed away before me, and my daughter graduated from university and got married. I have no regrets about dying.

"Daddy, you're not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of you dying. What will you do if you die and leave me behind?" She rested her head on my shoulder,
leaning against me, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"Don't worry, the second half of my life has just begun. I won't die so easily. These past few months, we've been
together; it's fate. But, I'm serious, you're still so young. Many
good days await you. Sooner or later, you'll remarry. Daddy would like to, but I can't be by your side forever."

"You're at it again! I don't want to hear that. If you love me, take good care of yourself. I'm still so
young; I want you to stay with me until you're old." "

Stay with me until you're old"—that's a meaningful phrase. I understood her daughter's feelings.

"I'll do what I can, for you, until I'm old."

My hand moved to the cleft between her buttocks, finding two moist labia and clumps of pubic hair stuck together.
The labia were full and slightly parted, a state after making love. I explored that little slit, scratching and stroking
it , but without inserting. Her buttocks swayed with it, contracting and relaxing, which wasn't a disturbance. I felt more at ease and
took another step, making love to her with my fingers for a while.

"So, have you agreed?"

"What? You want me to do it until we're old?"

I said the word "do" particularly loudly. I began to feel that flirting in the bedroom wasn't cheesy, and if
it was said to the person I loved, I wouldn't feel like I was at a disadvantage.

"If you want to do it, you have to promise me you'll quit smoking."

"I don't have any addictions, can I quit smoking later?"

"No. You have to be obedient. If you don't quit smoking, you're not allowed to touch me."

"The price is too high."

"I'm not forcing you, it's your choice."

I had no ability to bargain, so I could only insert two fingers into her vagina and thrust them in and out deeply to strengthen
my persuasiveness. But she moved away, burrowed under the covers, and licked my nipples,
navel, and penis with her little tongue, taking it into her mouth. The more I tried to stop her, the more she played around, blowing it up like
a balloon .

"Min'er, no. We have some serious things to talk about."

"Daddy, you have to know, getting me into your bed isn't easy. Did you say you'd
take responsibility for me? You have two more mouths to feed."

"Two mouths!"

Had I gotten her pregnant? I broke out in a cold sweat. This was no small matter;
talking to my daughter about contraception for the sake of our sex life was extremely embarrassing.

Having sex with my daughter frequently meant one chance of pregnancy with each ejaculation. I assumed she was married and should
be taking pills. What I feared was that if she wasn't, and was pregnant with my child, I wasn't mentally prepared to be the
father of my daughter's child.

"Why are you so nervous? Every woman has two mouths, one down there. Let me tell you, my sex drive
is extremely high , so I'm telling you to take care." She became more and more playful, starting to tease me under the covers.

I could only crawl under the covers too, pulling the goose-feather blanket, which smelled of our lovemaking, over my head, and
wrestle . The two of us, like two little siblings, huddled together under the covers, wrestling like a pair of siblings having a pillow
fight, the difference being that we were both naked adults.

She specifically targeted my itchy spots, scratching my armpits, and I didn't take it lying down, taking the opportunity to indulge in my desires,
sucking on her breasts and touching her buttocks. I chased after her mouth, trying to kiss her, but she wouldn't let me
, turning her head away, pursing her lips, and shaking her head. You won't kiss me until you quit smoking. You won't let me kiss you, but I'll kiss you
anyway .

In the end, this chase on the bed turned into a physical wrestling match.

Min'er wasn't short, but she couldn't beat her father. I grabbed her, pressed her down into a spread-eagle position, and laid
her face down on the bed. She surrendered with a giggle. I ordered her not to move. She closed her eyes, lay limp on the bed, and really didn't resist. I
took her plump buttocks, held them, and moved them back and forth. Min'er giggled and kept swaying
her buttocks. She couldn't guess that besides admiring the alluring curves of her back, I would choose
one of the two mounds under her buttocks and take a big bite.

"Ouch, help! Daddy, you're serious!" she cried out, rubbing her buttocks in pain, and then punched my chest a few
times with her pink fists.

That's right, I'm going to leave my mark on your buttocks. In the future, if that gorilla sells you to
the slave market, I will find you, recognize
you by this bite mark among a hundred or so naked buttocks on the auction stage, and redeem you.

I breathed on my palm and helped rub my daughter's tender flesh.

(VII) The Secret Trip Under the Bed

Before that, Min'er and I moved all her things back.

She discussed it with me. They were divorced, the apartment was going to be sold, and she had nowhere to put her things, so she had to throw them all away. I suggested
she move everything back. Her mother was gone, and my room's closet could make room for her things.
With that , she moved everything back.

Min'er felt that my leniency towards her was a great favor. Actually, it was for her own good; after she
moved into my room, their cohabitation was settled.

That morning, a moving company was hired. I personally accompanied her back. It was the first time I entered her bedroom
to help her pack all sorts of things into boxes. Dozens of boxes in total, all taken back. She said that her unhappy married
life had turned her into a shopaholic. The house was overflowing with clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, and miscellaneous items…
Actually, I think every woman is like that.

After the movers took all the boxes, I opened every drawer and closet for her to check if anything
was left behind. Besides Min'er's things, I wanted to check
out did to his daughter—the whips, ropes, and other instruments he used. Just as my daughter said, he moved out first
to live with another woman. My suspicion that she had returned and rekindled their relationship was unfounded. I searched through all the drawers and wardrobes
; only some summer clothes remained. Those instruments of torture—or rather, torture devices—were all gone, which was
a bit disappointing.

Suddenly, I saw half a bra peeking out from under the bed. Lace trim, a half-cup, black lace and sheer fabric
, revealing the areola and nipples. I picked it up; it was a designer brand, quite
tasteful. I imagined how sexy Min'er's breasts would
look in that bra, and shook my head. If the gorilla bought it for Min'er, then he had good taste, not wasting her
beautiful figure. If Min'er chose it herself to enhance their sex life, then she had indeed been
genuinely in love with this man.

"Want this?" I called out, waving her bra in the air.

She turned and looked, asking, "Where did you find this?"

I pointed under the bed.

She hesitated for a moment, then told me to take it. She took it from my hand, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her handbag.

Then I understood. Min'er wasn't averse to sexual pleasure. Black lace and whips—she was willing to endure them,
if love still existed.

"Check under the bed for me," she said.

I lay on the floor, reached in, felt something, and tried to pull it out. There was a black...
A leather blindfold, and several pairs of women's underwear—thongs were considered normal, one had a slit in the crotch, one was
leopard print , one was G-string, and there was also a super-mini leather thong. There were also some obscene pornographic
magazines and DVDs.

Scene after scene of SM sex played out in this room, making me nauseous. This place was my daughter's
hell on earth. The gorilla forced her to watch obscene things, to wear these bizarre garments, turning her into
a tool for sexual gratification.

I brought a pair of underwear to my nose, tracing the last time it was worn by Min'er. How she would be
blindfolded, bound, wearing that low-waisted black leather thong, her buttocks raised to reveal her cleft and
the thin, rope-like elastic band of the G-string underwear.

A crack of the whip, and my daughter would kneel on the floor or bed, like a lamb to the slaughter… These things
recorded a shameful chapter in my daughter's history. Min'er had told me some fragmented stories, but these things helped me
reconstruct the events of that time. Just as the Nazi Auvers concentration camp was preserved as a memorial for Jews,
I can never forget the humiliation my daughter suffered.

I glanced around; Min'er was out of sight. I quickly stuffed the items into my pocket. Then,
I showed Min'er the leather briefs that wouldn't fit in her pants.

She snatched them, intending to throw them in the trash.

I knew these briefs had touched a nerve with her. I pulled her close, hugged her, and said, "Don't
just throw them away. People will see your private life in the trash. These are things the neighbors can't see. If you're going to throw them away
, throw them somewhere else, so no one knows they're yours." I took the black leather underwear from her, and she clutched it tightly
, refusing to let go. She pulled at it, saying excitedly,

"I don't want to see these things again."

A father's most tender voice said to her, "Yes, you don't want to remember those painful experiences. Let
it go, baby, let it go. Give this to me, let Daddy throw it away for you. Don't be afraid, I'm
with you. No one will hurt you. It's all over, all over."

She nodded, leaned on my shoulder, and cried.

She loosened her grip and took it. I whispered in her ear, "Give it to me, baby,
give me. You're my daughter, I'll bear any difficulties for her.

" Her body relaxed, and I gently kissed her forehead. She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips
close to mine, but paused, as if trying to overcome a mental barrier, then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my
lips closer.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, supporting her upturned bottom, and let her kiss me deeply.

"Daddy, thank goodness you came. Without you, seeing those things, I really wouldn't know how to cope."

I kissed her too, and said, "It's all over. We won't come here again."

Min'er rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her hair and her face, comforting her gently. Then,
my hand slid down to one of her breasts and gently kneaded it. This was the comfort I could give her. And I
had never treated a woman with such tenderness and consideration, so attentive to her feelings.
Was all I did to keep our relationship going? Should I keep her with me, or would I rather she find another
man ? I took her back, but what right did I have to keep her?

I lifted Min'er's face again, gazing at her features, feeling both pity and love for her. Then we kissed again,
and I realized that our kissing was a romantic feeling, making our sexual relationship and our expectations for the
future intertwined. Sex has become more than just convenience; it's the beginning of love. The sense of moral guilt makes me
even more desperately cling to her, pursuing her relentlessly.

On her sweet, moist lips and between her teeth, I pour out my tenderness and unspoken love for
her . I think lovers should kiss like this. A selfish thought arises within me: to
possess her. That gorilla had brutally taken her; I hate him, and I envy him, for
making love with my daughter on that bed.

He could teach my daughter to wear that G-string for his pleasure. His bed brought my daughter both joy and
pain. As I kiss her, my hand slips under her skirt, caressing her buttocks, imagining
how it would feel if she wore that G-string, those leather panties.

I look over her shoulder, seeing her bedroom, that large bed, and the mess. I long to make love with her
right now wearing those black leather panties, on her bed. My chest pounded,
my penis hardened, so hard it felt like an iron rod pressing against her thighs as we made love
.

She opened her eyes, looked up at me, as if trying to figure out who was kissing her. I had never
caressed her so passionately before.

I cupped her face and said, "Daughter, I want to kiss you, but you must keep your eyes open. Don't be shy,
I want you to see who is kissing you. It's me, not someone else."

I kissed her gently, and she didn't close her eyes; it was a very special feeling. When my kisses were passionate, she would
close her eyes. My kisses became gentle, and when I gently sucked on her lips, her eyes opened again.

I sucked once, and she sucked once too. I placed her hand between my legs, telling her
directly how much I needed her at that moment. As I unbuttoned her shirt almost completely and slipped my hand
under her bra to touch her nipples, she pushed my hand away and said,

"Daddy, no."

"Min'er, don't you like me kissing you?"

"No."

I ignored her words, continuing to hold her close, kissing her more passionately, lifting her skirt, pressing
my thigh against hers, and rubbing against her. When I tried to pull down one of her sleeves, she pushed me away again, saying no ,

"Daddy, what's wrong? What do you want? I don't want to." She turned her head away.

"Min'er…I want…" I was almost about to ask for sex.

"Let me go, the movers are waiting for us."

"Min'er, it'll be quick, it won't waste time."

"Daddy, listen to me, I don't want to make love here unless you rape me."

"Min'er, I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so impulsive, wanting you right now."

"Take me home. When have I ever refused you when you want to make love? Please understand, I can't stay in this bed."
"Making love in public, with anyone, will remind me of the past. Back home, in my own bed,
I can do whatever I want, isn't that more comfortable and peaceful?"

"Yes. This is a place of sorrow. Please don't blame me, I won't be so reckless with you again."

"Daddy, I'm worried about you, are you alright?" She was still in my arms,
looking up at me, gently stroking my face and disheveled hair.

"Everything will be allright."

(VIII) Two Women Clash

I took Min'er away from that place that had once been her prison; I wanted to give her a new life. Bringing her back from
that place symbolized a beginning for us. She was officially my woman, the woman of my family.

As soon as the car stopped in the parking lot, I couldn't wait to kiss her, caress her, and explore my hands from under her skirt and
knees deeper. I almost raped her in the car. I said rape, meaning she kept trying to
break free from me, telling me not to do anything reckless. She said, what's the rush? We're home. Can't we wait a bit?

The movers are already waiting at the door. I had an impulse to strip Min'er naked as soon as they
put down , anywhere—on the floor, on the sofa, anywhere—and thrust my throbbing
, explosive member into her tight, slippery pussy for some real sex.

As soon as the door closed, I grabbed her, kissed her, and started unbuttoning her clothes. She held my hand and said,

"Daddy, not now. We have important things to do. Things to do include putting my things away, tidying
our room, and getting our travel clothes ready. Once we're settled, let's take a shower, open a bottle of champagne
, put on some music, and relax and have some fun. Is that alright, my darling?"

She tiptoed, gave me a kiss, then shook off my arms and smiled, saying,

"Sit down for a bit. I'll open a bottle of beer for you."

A big gulp of ice-cold beer brought me back to my senses. When did I become so lustful?
The things
in my pocket seemed to possess a magic that made me lose myself and my dignity as a father. I could have pounced on her from behind, pinned her to the ground, and raped her; she wouldn't have refused me. But
what difference would that make me from that gorilla I loathe?

So, I sat on the bed, arms crossed, watching her put our things together in
the pair of Samsonite suitcases she had brought back.

When her mother was alive, she would pack my luggage herself whenever I went out. She
decided what I took on my trip. But Min'er asked about everything: What to bring? Where to put things? I thought, from now on, she would
n't have to ask anymore. Because she would take care of everything. After returning from the trip, she would punish these things, and
I would have to ask her which drawer to put them in.

As she opened the box and sorted through the contents, she reminded me: "I'm leaving tomorrow. Tell Aunt Suqin not to
come to visit for the New Year."

I gave her a perfunctory reply, made a phone call in the room, and secretly
stored . Suddenly, she came in.

"Daddy, I have so much stuff, the room is overflowing, what should I do?"

"Look at Mommy's things, see which ones are useful and which ones aren't."

Min'er carefully took out her mother's clothes, shoes, jewelry, and other belongings one by one, examining them
closely. These things held many warm memories of her, things that had accompanied her growing up. Some she
couldn't remember, and she would ask me, "When? Where?" Some things even dated back to before she was born, and she
felt she had been a part of those times.

She moved everything away, neatly placing it into boxes and labeling them. She told me to stack them according to the numbers and
put them in her room. Her room was already full of clutter, piled up on her bed like a small mountain.
She used the space she had cleared to put her clothes and other things from her room in.

Her mother had some dresses that she thought fit well, even though the styles were old, but she kept them in the closet. Her mother
was two or three inches shorter than her, but the hems could be lengthened, or she didn't mind if they were a little shorter. Her waist was thinner than my mother's; it could
be tightened. She held everything up against her body, asking me to judge how pretty she was.

"You're both pretty, almost as pretty as Mom."

"Almost?"

"As pretty as Mom." What I didn't say was that she was even more beautiful than Mom at her most charming
. She had a certain allure that captivated my soul, making me miss her whenever I couldn't see her.

"I'm far from being as good as Mom. She was a perfect wife and mother; I'm not good at anything."

"She's good at housework, and her cooking is delicious. It's just that you married the wrong person..."

She found a photo album filled with old pictures, family photos from Min'er's birth to elementary school. There was her
first nude photo, a picture of her bathing in a tub before she was a year old, and a picture of her lying naked on the bed. Little Min'er
was chubby. In fourth or fifth grade, she suddenly grew taller, redistributing her baby fat to
the front and back , becoming the few lumps of flesh I love to touch today.

"Why don't I have these photos?"

"They've all been lost over time."

"Can I have them?"

"You can take them after I die."

"You've violated my human rights! You took nude photos of someone without asking?"

"It's okay. Baby's nude photos won't make you feel evil, and they have a pure beauty."

"Promise me you won't show them to anyone else."

"Don't worry, only I can see my daughter's beautiful naked body." I stared at her lustfully.

"Looking at people like that, who would believe you're not a cultist?" Min'er said.

"I can't believe you've grown up, and I still have the chance to see your naked body?" Saying that, I
pounced on her on the bed, and just as I was about to take off her clothes, she dodged away, saying, "Wait until I change the sheets."

I didn't understand why she wanted to change the sheets; women have many strange ideas. I anxiously watched her change into
new floral sheets. The mattress was heavy, and she couldn't lift it, so she asked me for help. The pillowcases were also changed, and after everything
was done, we sat facing each other on the bed.

I cupped her face in my hands and examined her closely. She lowered her head shyly and said, "What's so beautiful
about me, this ugly duckling?" I replied, "The ugly duckling that grew up will become a beautiful swan." She said, "You've always thought I wasn't
good enough—not good enough in school, not good enough in my marriage. What's so good about me?"

I said, "Min'er, my darling, you're a beautiful and charming woman now." She said, "Really?" I said, "Yes
." As I spoke, I pulled her closer, and she snuggled against me, just like when she was a child, running to my bed and sitting
on my lap. I said, "My little girl has grown into a capable housewife, so efficient. Look, in less than half a day,
she's tidied up our room."

She raised her hand and stroked my face. I moved her body closer, letting her breasts press against my
chest , and kissed her cheek. As I kissed her, I lifted her skirt, slipped my hand under it, and felt
deep inside her thighs. I climbed up and slowly lifted her skirt like a stage curtain, revealing her snow-white, slender
legs piece by piece, and her cotton panties.

The crotch of her panties was also soaked, revealing the full mons pubis and pubic hair faintly visible beneath the fabric. I
fantasized about her putting on that transparent bra and thong for me, that tiny G-string that looked like a thin slit.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and pulled them down a little, exposing the upper half of her buttocks. She straightened up
and knelt on the bed, quickly taking off her panties and untying her skirt. I helped her remove her blouse. Her bra
had already shifted while I was caressing her breasts, so I easily pulled it off, revealing her breasts in front of my nose, swaying slightly .

I was so lucky to still be able to hold my grown-up little baby in my arms like a baby. She unbuttoned my
clothes, pulled down the zipper, and took out my erect penis. I remembered saying that we both wanted to make love,
to open a bottle of champagne, and make love while drinking. I whispered in her ear, "Want some champagne?" She said, "Yes." The aroma of champagne
combined with the smell of our lovemaking reminded me of New Year's Eve.

She said there was champagne and cheese in the freezer. But I couldn't let her go. She said, "Can we make love first and then open
the champagne to celebrate?" Celebrate what? Is making love a reason to celebrate? If it goes well.

Min'er unbuckled my belt, her pants reaching her knees, climbed onto my thighs, pulled out
her erect penis, and inserted it into the crevice of her vagina. Her hips slowly sank down, engulfing my member in her
deep crevice , as she straddled my lap. Her kidneys rose, her armpits exposed, she pulled her long hair back, tied it up, and tilted her head
back.

Min'er's hips began to twist and circle, rubbing against my thighs
, her breathing deepening. I held her waist, letting her body rise and fall against my
thighs, like the piston of an old-fashioned throbbing machine. Min'er's breathing became faster and faster, panting, her moans
a joyful cry, a wanton call… drowning out the doorbell.

"Who cares? I'm about to cum."

As she ejaculated, Min'er held me tightly, not letting me slip, and contracted her vagina, holding me firmly
inside.

The doorbell continued to ring. Min'er quickly wiped the love fluid off my thigh and said,

"Go answer the door. Anyone coming at this hour must be an acquaintance or have something important to say."

The doorbell rang repeatedly and urgently, urging me on.

Damn it, I quickly got up, pulled up my pants, and went to see who the uninvited guest was. It was Suqin, with her two
young children. The security guards at the public security office initially thought she was the new mistress of the house. She seemed a little surprised to see my disheveled clothes and the hickeys on my face and
neck .

"Brother, am I bothering you? You told me on the phone that you were going out, so I came to wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

"I said there's no need for New Year's greetings."

Since they were already here, it wouldn't be right to invite them in, because there was a secret inside. Suqin had already
been peeking through , and now her two young children were here too. It wouldn't be right to send them away, as that would only arouse her suspicion.

So, she came in and sat down in her usual spot in the living room. She said to me,

"How have you been lately, brother?"

I said, "Thank you," trying my best to hide my expression.

She said she heard I was going on a trip. "Have you been busy these past month or two?" she asked. "Everyone says they don't have time and won't let me come,
so I must bring my children to visit before the New Year to thank you for taking care of me." She

then instructed her two children to wish me a Happy New Year and say auspicious words. I patted the two children's heads and
said some encouraging words to them.

Suqin sat restlessly, looking around. I followed her gaze. She examined her daughter's room and
the mountain of clutter and boxes piled on the bed. My bedroom door was tightly closed; she wanted to see through it and peek inside
.

I said, "I'm sorry. After cleaning up before the New Year, things are a mess." Min'er came back and stayed for
a few days .

She sensed my nervousness and said, "As soon as you called me, I rushed to bring the two
children to see you. It wasn't arranged beforehand, and I'm sorry for the inconvenient timing."

It was the most inopportune visit, right in the middle of making love with Min'er, reaching a climax.

She saw two suitcases, one large and one small, placed near the door. There were several pairs of high heels on the shoe rack by the door.

I said to her, "Min'er and I are going out tomorrow.

Are you coming with us?"

A question mark appeared on her lips. From her seat, I kept glancing into Min'er's room. When my wife was seriously ill,
I gave up my master bedroom and slept there. Some cardboard boxes in the room had their lids open, and inside were women's
underwear and outerwear. Just then, the bedroom door opened. She looked over and saw some of
her sister's belongings on the floor and bed, some in boxes. And there was a woman's figure moving around... Just

as I was about to explain, Min'er, already dressed neatly, her hair still a little disheveled, emerged from the room.
Suqin saw her and breathed a sigh of relief, but her doubts remained: What was she doing in my room, only coming out now?
Min'er came over and sat beside me, running her fingers through her hair. Suqin didn't dare look us directly in the eye, but tried
to find clues on Min'er's and my faces.

I think when her nostrils twitched slightly, she smelled the scent of us having made love. Actually, I could smell it
myself —the stench of our sweat, body odor, and semen mixed together.

Min'er noticed Suqin secretly observing her, and cleverly offered a New Year's greeting to her aunt, saying some perfunctory,
indifferent words. She then got up, returned to my bedroom, and closed the door. But she quickly came out again, carrying
several red envelopes. She stuffed two into her younger cousins' hands, saying, "The big one is from Uncle, and the small one
is from Cousin."

Then she handed two to Suqin, taking one back halfway, saying, "This is a red envelope from Daddy."

Suqin accepted it, instructing her children to thank her. She hadn't expected to see Min'er at my house, nor had she planned to
give out red envelopes, so she looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be here. I'll send this to you during the New Year."

"Didn't Daddy tell you, Xin? We won't be home for the New Year. I'm traveling with Daddy. We won't be back for two weeks,
by which time the New Year will have passed, so Daddy asked me to send out the red envelopes first. You know, Daddy
has been , and he's not in the mood for socializing. He asked me to take him on a boat trip to clear his head."

"He should have gone on the trip a long time ago. When your mother was sick, I often came to visit your older brother.
It's easier for a woman to cope when her husband dies, but it's much harder for a man to be widowed… You don't know, I also suggested going on
a trip . I'm single and have nothing to do, so I can keep him company anytime. But this is good too, with you going with him."

"That's different. Your children are still young and need your care. How can you leave?
Thank you . As you can see, the house is a mess. We're doing a thorough cleaning. We're leaving early tomorrow morning,
and we have a lot of things to take. We haven't packed yet... I'm so
sorry. I didn't know you were coming so suddenly. I haven't tidied up the house and haven't been very hospitable. I'm sorry."

"We're all family, no need to be so formal. I've watched you grow up, get married, and get married. Well...
well, we won't keep you any longer. We'll leave after a while."

"Yes! It's getting late. My cousins are still young and need to go to bed early. Besides, we
have to catch a flight before dawn tomorrow, so we need to go to bed early too. Oh, I'm so sorry, you've come and I haven't poured you any tea. Let me get
you some tea."

"No need. We're leaving now."

Min'er quickly opened the door to see them off. Before leaving, Suqin peeked into my bedroom one last time. I was a little nervous,
afraid she might see some clues on our bed.

I patted Suqin's shoulder and said, "Take care." She still had something to say, but Min'er stood between us.
Min'er squatted down and spoke affectionately to her younger cousins, grabbing a handful of candy and stuffing it into their hands,
kissing them on the cheek. I watched the three of them leave, feeling a little sad. My late wife had told me before she passed away that
besides helping with their tuition and book fees, they really needed a father.

The door closed. Everything returned to calm.

We breathed a sigh of relief. Min'er winked and looked towards the bedroom. I understood.

I took the champagne and glasses and went to the bedroom. The door wasn't closed, and she was undressing in front of the bed. She knew I was
watching her, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she looked at me and smiled. I didn't pretend either, leaned closer,
kissed her cheek, and offered to help her unhook her bra.

In the mirror in the wardrobe, I saw the beautiful sight of her breasts. Seeing my gaze fixed on her figure, she lowered
her eyes, blushed, covered her breasts, and ran half-naked into the bathroom.

I was utterly exhausted, my body limp, sprawled out on the bed. A large gulp of chilled
champagne gave me an immediate thrill, keeping me alert. I placed the glass on the bedside table, on which sat a
photograph of myself and my deceased wife. She was dressed elegantly, with a subtle smile, but the scene felt jarring.

She shouldn't have seen the absurd act of treating my daughter as a lover. Feeling guilty, I said to her, "
I'm sorry , please forgive me. I can't explain my actions, or what happened with Min'er. I admit I was indulging
in the pleasure of incest, but I believe it didn't harm our daughter; it was her own choice. However, I asked her
not to see it; I didn't know if she could accept what I had done." I hid the photograph in a drawer.

When Min'er returned, she was wearing a soft, light nightgown, the hem of which was above her knees. She sat
at brushing her hair, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white thighs. She glanced back, her eyes sparkling.

A long day had passed, and I would be sharing a bed with her. I would tell her how much I loved her, how much I wanted to
make love to her, if I had the courage to say it aloud. Often, I didn't need to say anything; she just knew I wanted her. I
patted the mattress, and she came over, climbed onto my bed. She pulled back the covers, nestled beside me, her soft
body pressed against my shoulder. I opened my arms and pulled her into my embrace.

"You've been busy all day, you must be tired," I said.

"You know we have so much to do, why did you call her over?"

Min'er complained. If she hadn't come uninvited…
interrupting , I might have brought Min'er to the throes of my passion.

"I didn't invite her. I just told her I was going out, as you instructed, but she came anyway.
You know what kind of person she is."

"I used to respect her and love her two children. But ever since Mom got sick, I've felt she's
been flirting , which makes me dislike her. If it weren't for Mom, I would have chased her away for you."

"You can't be rude to her. She's an elder, and she has two children. We're their closest relatives. Besides,
her situation is tragic; she's a pitiful woman..."

"A pitiful woman, even my good father couldn't refuse her. I'm just one of them. It seems you
wanted her to come, didn't you? Am I getting in your way?" She seemed annoyed, pushed me away, and turned her back to
me. I chased after her, hugged her, and said,

"What are you talking about? Don't pay attention to her. We still have some things to do; let's enjoy some
time . Come on, champagne should be drunk chilled; let's share a glass of champagne... to celebrate."

"To celebrate my divorce from that jerk."

"Isn't divorce something to celebrate?" Actually, what I thought and what I said were different. Mentioning her husband in bed with
Min'er felt awkward. I couldn't accept the fact that my daughter was divorced; I felt ashamed,
but I also enjoyed the benefits her divorce brought me—otherwise, why would we be intimately drinking together in bed ?

"Yes, don't mention him. Don't drink expensive champagne for a bad man. Let's
drink to something happy, to our joyful holiday. And to a good man, my good father. You're the only
man left in the world."

She drank half, I drank half, and then she leaned in for a kiss. I kissed her back, tasting
the fragrance of the wine on her lips.

"Daddy, you're not just a good man, I find you very cute."

"What?"

"From this morning, I've seen your thing hard. It's been erect all day, like a teenage
boy ." She gently rubbed my penis through my underwear. Min'er's assessment was quite lenient; I
felt like a little male dog today, almost raping my daughter. Embarrassed by my indiscretion, I changed the subject.

"I quit smoking, you know? I haven't smoked in ages." I took the opportunity to breathe a puff of air at her.
He chased after her mouth, kissing her passionately, and she feigned ecstasy.

"You're so good, so obedient. Mommy wasn't wrong, you're the best man in the world. I've said it before, you
can't touch me until you quit smoking. Once you quit, you can do whatever you want..."

She said she'd let me do whatever I wanted, but then took the initiative, pressing her hands against my face, turning the
tables . Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a little snake, driving me wild. What did I want to do?

I was afraid I wouldn't have the energy for sex. I didn't do anything, just kissed her, caressed her, until we were both
tired. Just as she said, my penis hadn't actually gone soft, but I just didn't have the urge to do it again. She took it
out and inserted it into her warm little pussy; the feeling was wonderful. We found a position where I could
hold her in my arms, with my penis inside her, staying inside without slipping out. Min'er was also tired and didn't ask for
sex. I held her and slept with her, and she had no other requests.

My desire to possess Min'er completely swelled. Min'er and I shared a bed, our bodies intertwined, and she let me
play with her breasts and caress her buttocks. What does a woman want at the end of the day? Nothing more than to have a
man who embrace her as she sleeps, tell her he loves her, and make love to her.
I don't speculate whether other men will love her and care for her like I do in the future. At this moment, I am the man she needs. She quickly fell asleep,
sleeping so peacefully and sweetly.

In my hazy state, I felt that if she weren't my daughter, I should treat her as my wife.

(IX) A woman has a spider's cave.

In just over two months, things have developed too quickly, like a dream. Min'er and I are like lovers in the throes of
passion , immersed in love. We no longer have physical boundaries; we dare to strip naked or take off
each other's clothes in front of each other. I am like what Min'er said, like a boy who is sexually aroused all day long, and once inside her, I
don't want to stop. I want to stay inside her for as long as I can.

I began to have the illusion that we had been in love for many years. Min'er no longer hesitated to expose
her . I told her that I had seen them before; when she was innocent, she wasn't afraid for me
to see. I had bathed her and changed her clothes out of a father's sympathy.

Suddenly, she hid her body. When I saw her completely again, she was a mature and voluptuous
woman . I didn't know how she had become so voluptuous in those places. When she let me caress and kiss her, I understood why
she had hidden them before. Because a father also has impure thoughts about his daughter, and so do I; I can't deny it.

I seemed to have also abandoned my constraints, indulging in a ridiculous incestuous life. After all, I
had . When my daughter slept with me without restraint, I felt a vague sense of
guilt. Why could she do this? I couldn't hide it from myself, nor could I control my lust, and I often blamed
myself . I believe every father who has done the same thing feels the same way.

Can you imagine? Every time your hands are on your daughter, unbuttoning her clothes and
exposing , you feel your heart pounding, your blood pumping to your
penis. She'll unbutton your pants, revealing your lustful desire for her.

Your shameful act is exposed, so you stop trying to hide it, because the incestuous act you're about to commit with her is inescapable .
When your lips are pressed against your daughter's, your tongue darting out, sucking her saliva, you want to draw her tongue
out and intertwine with it. And that passionate kiss transcends the affection between father and daughter.

You're amazed at your own understanding of your daughter's erogenous zones, how intimately you can touch her,
arouse her response, and make her unable to resist you. Then you can do some more foreplay,
arranging properly, or letting her choose, leading you into her wet little hole. Your penis, like a snake's tongue, explores
the contracting and relaxing walls of her flesh, piercing her depths, seeking pleasure. And she will continuously supply you with...

the source of desire that amplifies your pleasure, the female body you are pressing down on, a body that belongs to your daughter.

I despise myself for this perverse behavior. And yet I am enjoying this despicable and shameful act! I
must admit that I am a person with a split personality. I have an almost absurd idea: during our "honeymoon vacation," I
would lock myself and Min'er in our cabin, without clothes, naked together all day, making love, making love, making love,
determined to see Min'er's naked body until I am sick of it, caress her until I am tired of it, make love until I am disgusted by it, like the method used in Stanley Kobillick's
movie "A Clockwork Orange" to treat the delinquent boy who committed incest with his sister.

Or in this way, I can stop having abnormal lust for my daughter's body.

Honeymoon trip, that was the purpose of our trip to the "love ship." First, there was a flight of more than ten hours before boarding the ship.
In the cabin of the plane, Min'er seemed to have forgotten about the "honeymoon," not saying a word. I
couldn't speak . She spoke little, and there was even less to do. Min'er was wearing headphones, watching her favorite romantic
movie . I closed my eyes to rest, my mind filled with wicked thoughts of how we would get intimate.

Perhaps because I had nothing better to do, my hand, finding itself idle, wandered over to her, placing it
on her knee and gently rubbing it with my palm. She wasn't wearing stockings, so there was direct contact with her flesh. A woman
's thighs sometimes look better without stockings; even if you lifted her skirt inch by inch, her snow-white skin
would glow in the dark.

Indeed, the cabin lights were dimmed; most passengers were asleep or watching the movie. My palm circled on her
rounded knee, while she nonchalantly focused on the screen in front of her. I gradually moved upwards;
her knees parted slightly, creating a path for my hand to penetrate, allowing it to burrow down to the inner thigh
, that unfathomable black hole.

To get a girl, start by touching her thigh. Her letting you touch her means she doesn't dislike you. This is a guide from my teenage
years on how to test a girl's boundaries. A girl who lets you touch her thigh might be willing to kiss you. Willingness
to kiss means she doesn't mind caressing. After caressing her thigh, you can touch her breasts; after her breasts, you can go further and touch her genitals
. But using this tactic on my daughter, whom I've already slept with, is a bit boring. I, a self-proclaimed gentleman,
find these boring things amusing. It was my only entertainment on my journey.

While I was recounting this experience, a Hong Kong newspaper reported on five court
cases of indecency and moral transgressions on the same day. One case involved a married teacher who touched
the thigh ; he was taken to court and convicted. So be careful when touching a woman's thigh; you can't just
touch it casually.

When your daughter reaches a certain age, she'll suddenly understand that her body belongs to her alone, and she won't allow you
to touch it. Touching it might lead to a lawsuit, accusing you of indecent assault. So be clear, unless you're
lovers , don't touch a woman's thigh.

Midway through the journey, we encountered strong turbulence, making the flight bumpy and unsettling. Losing the mood for wild thoughts, I closed my eyes to
rest. During this brief respite, Suqin and her two young children appeared in my mind…

Perhaps, it should have been Suqin who accompanied me on this vacation. When my wife was seriously ill and considering leaving, she desperately wanted to bring me and
her together. It seems everything in the world has its destiny; at that time, the goddess was willing, but the king was not. My relationship with Suqin never began, and it ultimately ended
without a trace. Suqin seemed to have given up on pursuing me.

I thought loneliness wouldn't be difficult to dispel, but the grief of losing my wife made me resist the idea of remarrying. Soon after, Min'er
returned , reviving my dead heart. I admit my romantic experience is limited; I am loyal to
my wife, with whom I married in my youth. In the workplace, many women are attracted to mature and successful middle-aged men, and the temptations are endless.
However, I am a man of integrity, unmoved by temptation, seemingly detached from other women. As a result, my lifelong reputation
was ruined in the arms of my own daughter.

Judging by my current standards, if I can be a lover with my daughter, why can't I be with Suqin?
She is a woman my wife tacitly approves of, even facilitates; why can't I be with her? Why should I make her suffer so much?
This thought, coupled with how Min'er treated her last night, made me want to speak, but it felt like a bone stuck in my throat.

After waiting for Min'er to finish the movie and put down the receiver, I said to her,

"Min'er, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I think I should remind you. Suqin is your elder, and she has always doted on you since you were little. You seem to be
hostile towards her?"

"Hateful? No."

"But I can see that you were not very polite to her. She came to wish me a Happy New Year, and although it bothered us, you shouldn't have been
so cold to her, as if we didn't welcome her." "

Are you saying this as the man who gave birth to me, or as the man I slept with
?"

"Shh! Watch your words." I glanced warily at the passengers in the aisle and in front and behind me, afraid that the walls might
be eavesdropping . As soon as she said that, a surge of heat rose to my head, and my face and ears turned red, which she noticed.

"Hey, Daddy, what are you afraid of? Do you want people to know who you love most? You must not even know
who you are, needing me to remind you. I have no ill intentions towards your sister-in-law, I just want to protect my Daddy."

"Protect me?"

"Yes, protect you. Anyone with eyes can see that she never misses
an opportunity to electrify you, no matter the occasion. Her voltaic power is enough to steal any man's soul. Unless you're interested in her and willing to fall into
her spiderweb."

That's an exaggeration. But it's true. Women are like spider demons, spinning webs to trap, bind, and
imprison men. It reminds me of the movie *Daughter of Dune*, where men fall into a sand dune trap, imprisoned by women as
their sex slaves, never to see the light of day again… Horrible!

"No, no. That's not true at all," I hurriedly denied.

"Nothing? Didn't she catch your eye? A woman's intuition is sharp. What she wants and
your behavior can't be hidden from me. I have no right to interfere in your elders' affairs. If you're interested in her,
I'll disappear immediately and definitely won't ruin your good time."

"Where was I?"

"I was talking about your happiness for the rest of your life." Her tone was stubborn, she stopped looking at me, snorted...
and continued watching the next movie.

"My dear daughter, are you angry with me? I'm sorry, I misspoke. I take back everything I said." I took
Min'er's hand and wrapped it in my hands. She didn't pull it away, but for the rest of the journey, she didn't look
at me or answer my questions.

Damn it, my honeymoon. She taught me a lesson. Be careful when talking to girls. If you offend them
, they'll make you regret it. I was afraid she'd argue with me, so I made it a real trip with my daughter.

The weather was bad, the flight was delayed, but we finally arrived at the dock on time. "Love Ship" was a luxurious
hotel , with all kinds of amenities. The ship's band played music on deck, and the crew lined up to greet us.
After checking in at the counter, a waiter carried our luggage to our room. We were among the last to board, and the cruise ship quickly cast off.
We stayed on deck, watching the night view of Miami Bay fade into the distance before finally reaching our room.

Because of Min'er's suggestion, we booked a "honeymoon suite." Upon opening the door, there was
a bouquet of ninety-nine roses on the coffee table. She picked up the card I had written and looked at it. The decor was deliberately designed to create
a romantic atmosphere: a double bed, a double bathtub, and soft music.

I thought that once Min'er saw the roses I had given her, she would be moved to tears and give
me a kiss in gratitude. Then, naturally, the prelude to our onboard bedroom adventure would begin. But she said she was hungry and wanted to go to the restaurant
for something to eat. And we were tired after a long day's journey.

We ate and toured the ship's various facilities. From the moment we boarded, I took her hand under the pretense of holding it, never missing an opportunity
to hold her hand. But when she holds your hand, you feel a lack of intimacy; it's more like
a father and daughter holding hands, intentionally keeping their distance.

I had already prepared for the worst: I angered her, and she wouldn't let me touch her again. This was a kind of solace I gave myself
. In the past two or three months, Min'er and I had made love quite a bit; how many fathers have such good fortune?
At least my life hasn't been in vain. Even if we don't have a honeymoon, we can still go on a father-daughter trip, as long as Min'er is happy…

Serves her right, who taught you to bring up a third party on your honeymoon!

After dinner and a tour of the love boat, what can we do?

I slumped onto the bed, and Min'er opened her suitcase, took out her clothes and belongings, tidied herself up a bit, and came
over . Lying on her side beside me, propping her chin up with her hand, she looked at me and said,

"Daddy, what's wrong? Are you tired?"

"A little, old people get tired easily."

"You rarely look so listless."

"Min'er, are you angry with me? I'm sorry, please forgive me for bringing up Suqin."

"Ah, ah, Daddy, are you serious? You look so pitiful and cute, like
a child who's done something wrong apologizing to me? How could I be angry with you? I'm just concerned about you."

"Really?"

"Don't miss this moment, it's something we can control. Let's enjoy our time together to the fullest."
"Be happy." Min'er brought her lips closer to mine, and I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her.

This kiss was like rain after a long drought, refreshing me completely. I became impatient, wanting to
quickly take off Min'er's clothes and be naked with her.

But Min'er pushed me away and whispered, "Go take a bath first, I have a surprise for you."

I had hoped to take a bath with Min'er, but she pushed me into the bathroom. The attendant had already prepared
a fragrant spa bath for us.

I started fantasizing about the "surprise" Min'er would give me. Would it be wearing the sexiest lingerie, like
thongs and transparent bras that exposed most of my breasts? To be honest, I had never seen a woman
wearing these "outfits" while making love with me.

I thought, maybe tonight I could be even more unrestrained, get out of the bathtub, dry myself off, and walk out naked
. Min'er saw me walking up to her with my erect penis, and she chuckled.

Min'er brushed my hair aside, planted a kiss on my forehead, and said,

"Daddy, can you wait a moment? I'll be right out."

Of course I could wait. I lay naked on the bed, my penis throbbing to its limit, pointing towards the ceiling. My
bare bottom an empty shell, a show of force to my daughter, a declaration that I could get an erection all day. If she didn't want
to make love, she wouldn't have suggested the boat trip. Being stuck on a boat with nothing to do but sex—such
lustful thoughts were shameful, but I couldn't resist. And what was she thinking? Was
she thinking the same thing while showering? Of course, in this situation, it would be hard to understand if neither of us was thinking about sex.

So, while waiting, bored, I imagined the erotic scenes of Min'er showering,
and all sorts of scenarios of us making love. I was indeed too honest; I didn't go into the bathroom, just indulging in
daydreams .

When Min'er came out of the shower, she wasn't dressed in the alluring way I had imagined. She wore a pure white cotton
tank top and matching cotton thongs, smaller than
any was tied below her waist with two thin strings. It wasn't a thong, not a G-string
, which disappointed me.

However, whether intentionally or in her haste, she hadn't dried herself completely, and the tank top clung to her skin
, clearly showing her body's lines, especially the shape of her breasts, the two small round nipples clearly outlined
. Her full mons pubis, at the tip of the triangle, slightly bulged, revealing her two plump
labia and a thick tuft of dark pubic hair.

I stretched out my arms to embrace my lover, her cotton tank top and thongs like
another layer of skin against her skin. I caressed her, kneading every undulating mound.

She told me, "Daddy, thank you for the roses. Ninety-nine. What does that mean?"

I said, "Did you count them?"

"Yes. When you were in the bathroom."

"Ninety-nine, don't you understand? I hope we can be together forever."

"May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles... Is that what it means?"

"Min'er, I hope you understand my feelings."

"Daddy, thank you for taking me in."

"This is also to apologize to you. I said the wrong thing and made you unhappy."

"What have you done to wrong me?"

"Min'er, are you still angry with me because of Suqin? I promise I will never..."

"Don't mention her again. Do you want her to knock on our door now, when we're making love?"

"Of course not. She won't come. We can enjoy some time alone."

"Then don't mention her, especially during sex, she'll ruin my mood." "

Understood."

The intercourse began. I kissed her all over, her little vest and the two mounds on her chest
were soaked with my kisses. The triangle of her panties too. Min'er found the fabric in the way, so she took it
off and let me kiss her skin.

I started below her pubic bone at her waist, tracing an invisible G-string panty with my fingers. I circled her waist
, down her buttocks, down the fleshy band between her anus and vulva, and at her labia,
my fingers sank in like a G-string, to a depth where a close-fitting G-string could constrict and
rub against her vagina. Right there, imagining her walking movements, rubbing back and forth, using my fingers
as the G-string.

Oh, Daddy, what are you doing? You're so naughty. I'm embarrassed... Ah, don't go too fast, slow
down . Yes, yes, just like that, don't stop. Just like that, I'm
making love with my daughter's beautiful and snow-white little butt.

You're making me feel so good... Daddy.

(X) A Feast for the Eyes

A wet kiss on my lips by Min'er awakened me.

The coffee was just boiling, overflowing with aroma, slightly masking the smell of our lovemaking last night. Min'er, wearing only
her underwear from last night, squatted at the head of the bed, gazing at me.

"Daddy, get up, the coffee's boiling."

Great, I shouldn't have opened my eyes; I should have let her kiss me a little longer. I thought to myself.

Min'er pulled me out of bed, but I hugged her tightly and pulled her back down. On the bed, we wriggled
together, turning over and over, I captured her lips and bit them, holding her close, sucking
the morning dew from her mouth. I caressed her bare shoulders, her breasts, and the way her panties couldn't hide, or perhaps deliberately left
most of her bare bottom exposed, preserving the tenderness of last night.

I didn't want to make love again as soon as I opened my eyes, to prove I was still capable. Last night, I had already made Min'er beg for
mercy . My love and care for her were unquestionable, and I would use caresses to arouse her desire, watching her
become aroused, before delivering thrusts of varying depths. Knowing that your daughter's marriage was previously unsuccessful and that she
had sexual difficulties, you won't take advantage of her or exploit her body
like other men.

You'll be willing to give your daughter, who comes into your arms, all your care and love, and
dignity .

However, I do have a somewhat morbid desire for our honeymoon—to
escalate . Aside from undressing completely during sex—that's foreplay, which has almost become
a ritual—what about when we're not having sex? Will she be completely naked in front of me, drinking coffee,
listening to music, and eating with me…?

Or perhaps this is just wishful thinking, existing only in my heart, too difficult to voice. I might say, "Daughter, would you dare to strip naked in
front of and walk around like this?" Or should I take all her clothes away and make love to her in the room?
The most precious thing about intimacy is that it comes naturally and voluntarily, without any coercion. Coercion brings no happiness.
I believe that Min'er, this generation of young people, is open-minded; if she wants to, she can do it.

Just as I was about to roll up her vest and pull it off her head, she broke free from my embrace,
pulled down her vest, hiding her already erect breasts, pressed her index finger to my mouth, and said,

"You're tired of making love. There are many fun places on the ship. Let's find something to do after breakfast. I won't care if you stay in
bed ; if you don't leave, I'll go myself."

Hearing this, I had no choice but to get up. And I wanted to set an example, or perhaps use a self-inflicted injury, and
stand up naked. My penis had softened and drooped, swinging back and forth, making my buttocks feel cool and damp, a bit like an
exhibitionist.

Min'er turned her head, saw my naked body facing forward, stared at me,
scanning me , as if she wanted to conduct an anatomical study.
The courage I had mustered last night when I ran out of the bathroom completely naked and head held high seemed to have vanished, and I felt I needed to explain to my daughter why I was naked.

"I..."

"Daddy, are you looking for your underwear? Didn't you see I put it on the bed for you?"

I shook my head, slapped my forehead, scolded myself for being careless, and tried to smooth things over. But my underwear
was indeed nowhere to be found on the bed.

"Where is it?"

"Can't you really see it?" Min'er handed me a small pair of briefs that I had ignored.

"Is it mine? I thought it was yours, it's the same as what you're wearing." In my eyes, the
fabric and style of those briefs were indistinguishable.

Min'er took the underwear from my hand, untied the elastic band, looked down at my empty crotch, squatted down, and
held it up to her, saying,

"Is there a mistake? It's not mine, it's yours."

"It looks like a woman's."

"Daddy, haven't you seen this before? This is Cavinklein's unisex underwear series, there's no
gender distinction. You've been wearing Xing Shi brand (a famous Hong Kong brand of underwear) for decades, it's too old-fashioned, so I bought
you some new clothes for the New Year."

"Is it a little small?"

"Trust me, it'll fit. The fabric is stretchy, these styles don't look good if you wear a size too big. You'll know once you
've tried it on." She turned the waistband inside out, checked the size, and said to me with certainty.

After Min'er moved the underwear aside, my little thing was only inches away from her nose. She saw with her own eyes
that little thing, like a shapeshifting doctor, suddenly swelled up and rose towards her in just a few words.

It was an extremely unsightly appearance, yet I had no choice.

"Your thing can get this big. But, any bigger, I don't know."

I stood there, like a statue, letting my daughter judge my penis. Did she think my penis was good enough?
She didn't say anything more, seemingly uninterested in it. Like a hero seen by many, she didn't touch it,
didn't pick it up to kiss, or put it in her mouth like a popsicle, and then demand I fuck her. If she did that,
I'd feel better.

I've always been skeptical of the "penis worship theory," but now I firmly believe it's untenable. That is to say, women
will be aroused and subservient to men just by seeing a man's large penis. I advise against forcing this on your daughter. She'll be afraid of
you or despise you. Even if you and she already have a deeper relationship like ours, it won't work.

Imagine you're naked in front of your daughter, your manhood dangling awkwardly. Unless you're going to rape
her or force her to perform oral sex, you can only pretend to be nonchalant and quickly put on your
underwear to cover up your embarrassment.

Your daughter stares intently as you put on your underwear, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. In fact, she seems to need confirmation that you're wearing
the before she's satisfied. Then, in an approving tone, she says,

"Sweetie, look at yourself in the mirror. It wasn't difficult at all. Wearing it makes you look even more dashing." Her little hand
squeezes the bulge in the crotch of the underwear, completely disregarding my
dignity . Afraid she'll keep staring at my new underwear, I quickly put on my clothes and urge her to get dressed too and find something to do.

What's there to do on a luxury cruise ship vacation? The ship has all sorts of entertainment venues and fitness facilities.
It's mostly about eating, drinking, and having . After overeating, there's a fitness facility to help guests lose weight. At night, there are nightclubs,
lounges, discos, and shows that offer the ultimate in audiovisual entertainment, such as the French "Crazy Horse" troupe. There's also
a casino where you can try your luck. And during the day? Where do they go? They all head to the deck, facing
the boundless sky and ocean, meditating, sunbathing, reading novels. Or they jump into the pool for a swim.

Is she my daughter? Raised with strict discipline, she's always been well-behaved and would never dress so revealingly.

Min'er seemed oblivious to my displeasure. Lying on the beach bed, she unhooked her bra and instructed me to
apply sunscreen to her completely bare back.

"Min'er, aren't you dressed too scantily?" I couldn't help but speak sternly again. The unspoken
thought was, a good girl wouldn't do this.

"I thought you'd like it, so I bought it especially for you."

I admit, I like to see it. I've already had the most intimate physical contact with my daughter.
Who would believe me if I said I didn't like her showing off her body? You were just peeking at her changing in the bathroom, thinking she looked stunning.
But no father would willingly expose his daughter's body almost completely naked to everyone.

"I don't understand, you're dressed more revealingly than underwear."

"You really don't understand, this is the latest style. Anyone with taste can tell."

"I always think it's too revealing, not suitable."

"It's just sunbathing, everyone does it, go look around."

Indeed, on the deck, there was an exhibition of swimsuits designed by renowned designers, designs that completely
exposed , both men and women. A dazzling array of shimmering waves and curvaceous figures. Not far from me,
a blonde woman with a good figure, her bra unhooked, shifted her body and reached for a drink
, accidentally revealing a large breast to my eyes.

When I applied the oil to Min'er's buttocks, I carefully and thoughtfully applied it to the outer sides of her breasts, the parts that her swimsuit
didn't it didn't even cover her buttock crease), and inside her swimsuit as well. Several pairs of eyes were watching her sunglasses.
Under cover, the camera shot straight towards Min'er.

You see other people's daughters and wives' breasts, while others look at your daughter's bare back and buttocks—I have nothing more to say
. I always felt we were at a disadvantage because she was the most outstanding, receiving the most envious glances.
Oh well, let her look if she wants; this feast for the eyes will eventually become tiresome.

So, I focused on applying oil and massaging her, treating her with care. Perhaps, some of those envious glances
were of honor to me, to have a beautiful woman with a hot body expose her back for me to caress. Yes, it
was caressing. I know what I'm doing.

Actually, taking a cruise vacation is more suitable for middle-aged people like me, because there's no tight schedule. The voyage
passes several small islands in the Caribbean, stopping for sightseeing, with most of the time spent at sea. Min'er and I didn't distinguish between
day and night; we ate when we wanted to eat, made love when we wanted to make love, and slept when we wanted to sleep—leisurely and carefree.
Later that day , the midday sun was too scorching, so I took Min'er's hand, bringing the scent of sunshine and sea breeze back to
our room for lovemaking.

Her super sexy swimsuit was nothing more than a attention-grabber; I took it off myself, revealing what couldn't be shown
. Her breasts and crotch were still fair, contrasting with her tanned brown skin, as if she were wearing the same style
but a transparent swimsuit. A thick patch of dark pubic hair and two dark nipples formed an alluring
geometric shape .

The onlookers on deck couldn't see it, so I perked up. Of course, Min'er was my greatest
comfort—being able to make love with her. As I held her, kissed her, caressed her, and entered the depths of her body, I
began to believe it was real, and that she was real too.

A lazy afternoon, lying in bed with my good girl, making endless love, across the Atlantic
and into the Caribbean—this was our honeymoon. You ask me if there were any exciting things to tell you? My
experience is that you should have sex every day, whether it's Valentine's Day or not, with a normal mindset.
Do what men and women do in bed with your daughter/lover. Just be ordinary, like life. I'm telling
you, if you can live like this, you should be content.

Want passion? Yes, but first look at the price tag, it comes at a cost. That will be explained next time.

(XI) Good Girls and Bad Girls

What father doesn't hope his daughter will be a good girl? The exception is the father who has sex with his daughter.

In public, you demand that she be a good girl, well-behaved. But behind closed doors, when you're intimate, you
'd rather she become bad, even bad in your hands. If a girl isn't bad, her father won't sleep with her, right? The worse
the girl is , the more adorable she is in bed. Do you understand? This is the father's contradiction.

My daughter was always a good girl until she left home for university and stopped obeying. I never cared about her past
. Without going through those bumpy roads, she wouldn't have come back to me. We're blood relatives, so even if she's
had bad luck with men , even if she's been violated by someone, you wouldn't despise her.

When you caress her, you won't miss a single inch of her skin, you'll feel all the pain and grievances she's suffered .
When you kiss her, you'll treat your kiss as a seal on a contract, a testament to your unreserved acceptance. During intercourse, you'll hope that she
'll give you her heart too, a union of body and soul. That's love.

After pleasure, I'll let her curl up in my arms, seeing the lingering flush on her face,
her infinite attachment to me in the aftermath of our lovemaking, making me want to possess her completely.

She's already slept with you, doesn't that mean she doesn't completely belong to you yet? You can't take it for granted.
Sleeping with her at night is just a convenience. She has her own future. On the first night she gave me her body,
I promised to take full responsibility, as compensation for her. Although I'm her father, I have no rights to her,
only responsibilities. Whether she reconciles with her husband or finds a new partner, it's all up to her.

Every act of lovemaking wasn't arbitrary; it couldn't be forced in the slightest. It had to be consensual. Each time I ejaculated inside
Min'er 's vagina, my desire for her grew stronger; I wanted to keep her. But how could I keep
her?

I had a strange idea: if I continued to ejaculate, day after day, one day she would be filled with my
sperm, and she would become my woman. Originally, Min'er belonged to me. I married her off, and heaven was so
kind to me, bringing her back to my side and offering her to my bed. Such a wonderful opportunity was given to me; I shouldn't have handed her
over to another gorilla.

Where could I bargain? A father can't be so selfish, not
considering . He must respect her own choices. But what were her plans? She was so young; she wouldn't
stay with an old man like me forever!

I never asked her. I dared not bring up the topic. Even after our passionate lovemaking, I dared not
ask her to confess her love. I knew my wounded daughter was very sensitive, afraid that if I said something wrong, not only
would the peak of our passion immediately subside, but our beautiful moments would burst like a soap bubble.

Let's continue making love! Floating in a sea of desire, besides sunbathing, all we did was make love in the cramped
cabin. My dream came true. Most of the time, we were both naked, I pulling
up my pants, she pulling them down for me. Day and night, she clung to me, or I clung to her, making love, one after
another, exhilarating, but also exhausting…

I realized this might be a premeditated plan to paralyze me in bed.

After countless times of making love, I was exhausted and unable to ejaculate. Holding her soft, warm naked body,
just as I was about to fall asleep, she got up, saying she wanted to bask in the sun a little longer before it dipped below the horizon. This
morning I told her that I'd already exceeded my annual sun exposure requirement these past few days.

She said, "Daddy, you've been keeping me company in the sun these past few days, that's already hard enough for you. How about this, I'll go by
myself , and you stay in bed and catch up on some sleep, recharge your energy. I'll want to make love to you when I get back."

She gave me a wet French kiss, but I couldn't catch her tongue. She touched and
kissed my penis, leaving a fragrant trail, and said she'd be back soon. Without waiting for my reply,
she vanished .

I really needed to catch up on sleep; I was exhausted before leaving, and then I'd been going at it non-stop since boarding the ship.
It was already evening when she woke me up. Time to eat. After dinner, Min'er suggested we watch a striptease first, then go to a bar for a couple of drinks. I'd never
seen a live striptease performance before, and I'm always wary of those kinds of entertainment venues, but maybe it's okay on a luxury cruise ship
?

The strippers on stage were all tall, robust, and voluptuous Western women, adorned with
headdresses embellished with long feathers and wearing incredibly high heels. They performed with great energy, swaying their hips,
tossing their breasts, and kicking their thighs high into the air, providing the ultimate visual and auditory spectacle.

When their bras were removed, each woman had nipple rings and ornaments attached to her nipples
. As they swayed their hips, the ornaments on the nipple rings swirled with the movement of their breasts. Finally, they lined up, their backs to the audience, knees bent,
backs bent , swaying their large buttocks, which were covered only by G-strung panties.

In other words, all you could see was a thin waistband, like a tiny rope, around their waists, and another
equally thin rope disappearing into their clefts. Even with just a small piece of cloth covering their bodies, making them appear as naked as if they were naked
, a lead dancer stepped to the front of the stage and announced that they would remove what little they had left for the audience,
if the cheers and applause were loud enough to satisfy them. The drums began to beat, and the cheers and
whistles from the audience rose and fell, growing stronger and stronger, creating a vibrant atmosphere that reached its climax.

What excited the audience even more was that she said the dancers, as a reward for those who bought tickets, would remove their costumes—
bras or G-stretch panties, since they had no other costumes—
and give them to a few lucky audience members. Anyone willing could stand at the front of the stage,
and they would throw them down; whoever found one would have a lucky break on the boat.

Min'er kept pushing and urging me to go out and join the fun. Didn't she know I never did such low-class
things? The lead dancer persuaded several men, young and middle-aged, to go out, but couldn't convince me.
Finally , Min'er said to me, "If you don't go, I'll go in your place." I tried to stop her, but it was too late; I slipped away.
The audience erupted in applause when they saw a woman run out.

Then, the lead dancer tried to create a lively atmosphere, asking those who wanted gifts to imitate the dancers on stage and do
a striptease .

Some people heard this, gave up, and returned to their seats. The music started again, and the stage spotlights flickered on and off. I
saw Min'er's wild side. As she bent over, twisted her waist, and swayed her tail
, she seemed to be wearing only G-String underwear—the same ones
I'd secretly kept—just like the dancers on stage and the lead dancer. Wildly, she lifted her hips and danced for me.

The lead dancer said that when they were completely naked, don't just look at their buttocks, but pay attention to one of the strippers
. Who knows which lady might be in a good mood tonight and throw out her "goodies"? See who's lucky enough to
win !

The audience held their breath. The music stopped, leaving only the drumbeats. The process of pulling down their pants was extremely provocative, making everyone's
blood boil. Those with heart conditions should cover their eyes; it's not suitable for watching. Pairs of beautiful legs supported round
, large buttocks, raised high, swaying rhythmically in sync. Halfway down, the lights suddenly went out.
The audience gasped. Amidst the surging electronic music, a G-strung descended from the sky, landing
in the hands of one of the lucky ones? Guess who?

Min'er! She seemed incredulous, waving the G-strung in one hand and
blowing kisses to everyone with the other.

Several men stood around her, surrounding her and congratulating her. One of them even took the opportunity to grope her,
kissing her cheek repeatedly. Then, she loudly announced to the lingering audience that this gift was for
the person she loved most—her father. Another round of applause, laughter, and whistles followed.

It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I was furious, speechless, and got up to leave.
I was enraged, truly enraged. Min'er followed me, caught up, grabbed my arm, and said in a coquettish tone, "Are you
unhappy ? What did I do wrong?"

"Daughter, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that it's not my cup of tea."
Min'er had always understood my tone; it was an unlucky remark.

"I just wanted to please you. Everyone's having so much fun, don't spoil the mood."

"Sorry, I spoiled your fun."

"Fine, if you don't want to watch the show, then let's go to the disco for dancing and drinks, okay?"

"I'm not drinking, you go by yourself!"

I blurted out angrily, without thinking. I reached the exit of the corridor, turned left to take the elevator
back to my room, and turned right to go to the disco. When the elevator doors were open, I realized that Min'er hadn't come in with me; she
had taken my words seriously. That sentence would cause me distress for the next few days.

I returned to my room alone, feeling dejected, waiting for her, thinking she would return soon. But hour
after hour passed, and she still hadn't appeared. With nothing else to do, I took out that G-String
to see what it was all about. Is this what you call good fortune? Forget it! It caused a huge rift between me and my daughter. I opened it up; it was extra-large.

Was it really something a stripper would take off on stage? I sniffed it; there were several layers of scent:
the sour smell of sweat, a strong perfume, and the distinctive odor of a Western woman's genitals.

Min'er's G-Strong panties resurfaced in my mind. I imagined her putting
them on me, wearing only G-Strong, making her legs look exceptionally long and beautiful.

She walked naked to the bed, swaying her hips, striking a catwalk pose, very
alluring, and said to me, "I'm only wearing these for you to see. No other man will ever see me in them, for
you only, Daddy."

I sat on the bed, stretched out my arms, pulled her closer, knelt on the floor, buried my face in her stomach,
and grasped each of her buttocks with both hands, squeezing and kneading them—firm and elastic. I kissed her navel,
kissing down, licking the panties until they became transparent, pressed against her mons pubis.

I bit down on G-String's waistband, a thin elastic band like a rope, and pulled it
down . The front of her panties flipped completely inside out, the tips pointing downwards, from her thighs to her calves to
her ankles. She lifted her foot and pulled one leg down from the waistband.

I held her feet in my hands; her toes were delicate, like little eyes peeking at me. I kissed each one.
Looking , a tender, luscious vulva opened before me. I embraced her buttocks, finding her parted
labia in the pubic hair, and offered her a deep kiss.

She fell onto the bed, and I climbed on top of her, entering her. In that deep hole, the satin-smooth surface
rubbed against me, enveloping me, squeezing and releasing, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen—in that satin-smooth
fabric.

I haven't played this tune in a long time. Before, when my wife was ill and needed it, she would occasionally masturbate. I never considered my daughter
as a sexual object. After she came back, I had a real object, and I no longer needed to masturbate. At this time, I
clearly had a strong sexual desire to wait for Min'er to come back and have sex with her. She never refused me, so why couldn't she wait and
had sex with that artist's underwear? Was it because my daughter had become a bad girl? Had she gotten a boyfriend?
Couldn't handle the stimulation?

It was late at night when Min'er came back. She quietly closed the door, took off her clothes in the dark, and lay naked
beside me, her body a little cold. Her breath on the back of my neck smelled of strong liquor. I felt her nipples rubbing against my
back muscles . Her soft hands searched for my clitoris, teasing it, stimulating it, pulling it out and stroking it, but there was no
reaction.

She was too late; she had just ejaculated. I had finished having sex with that G-string hanging on the towel rack.

I turned around, found her lips, and kissed her, filled with apology, caressing her most sensitive spots. I
had asked myself how I wanted to make love to her. I couldn't tell my daughter what fancy things we should do; that gorilla's
thing had scared her.

So I joked that I would make love to her every night, but she took that as a promise.

She said, to be honest, her sex drive had grown stronger since she got married. But tonight, not tonight. No matter
what she did, it wouldn't get hard.

"My dear lover, where have you been? Did I come back late and you got impatient and threw a tantrum? I promise
I won't do it again." She teased me repeatedly, pressing her firm breasts against my chest, rubbing against me, but I
didn't react.

"Yes, it's late. She's already asleep."

I pulled the covers over my head and disappeared. She wasn't interested either, and turned her back to me to sleep. We

didn't say anything that night, and the next morning, as usual, we spent it by the pool on the deck. She made me do what she thought was the best
job: applying sunscreen all over her body. Then she sent me to a shaded cafe by the pool for coffee.
I glanced over and saw a young blond man lying on my beach bed, chatting with Min'er.

In the afternoon, under the blazing sun, I went back to my room for a short rest as usual, and we made love as usual. She quickly undressed and lay on the bed.
I didn't do much foreplay and couldn't wait to insert my penis into her vagina. I thought she was eager, because
as soon as I went in, she started to move her hips.

At first, I thought she was eager. But as I penetrated deeper, I realized her reaction was actually just average. I
even felt that her moans were a bit artificial, as if she was trying to please me by constantly saying how amazing I was and
how made her feel so good.

But she couldn't fool me, because I knew I wasn't much better. I just wanted to vent all my pent-up resentment inside her
, and I ejaculated after only a few thrusts.

As a small gathering at midday, a way to reconnect with each other, we both did our best, but there were no surprises.
However, having made love with a real, responsive young body left me feeling refreshed, and I planned to take
a nap embracing her tender, naked body. But as soon as we finished, she got up and told me she wanted to go for a walk.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm not going to sleep with you, you go to sleep by yourself! Actually, I'm not used to napping at midday. Sleeping too much at noon makes me dizzy."

I couldn't stand the midday sun and heat, and I was tired after making love. So, she went out alone again
. But I couldn't sleep alone. After tossing and turning in bed, I had an idea: to go see
what she was doing.

I saw her on the deck, sunbathing. The young man was applying sunscreen to her; they were chatting and laughing
, swimming in the pool, and then soaking side by side in the jacuzzi. Watching them, a surge of heat
rose in my chest. My eyes were practically blazing with desire as I watched, and I couldn't bear to look any longer, so I went back to my room.

I pretended to be nonchalant and waited for her in the room, promising to return around dinner time. I didn't ask her who she'd
been with . I could tell she was intentionally being extra affectionate with me, snuggling into my arms, and asking what I had
to do alone in the room. Could I sleep all afternoon? She said she'd had enough sleep, and we were going to play until dawn tonight; she couldn't use
sleep as an excuse to skip sex.

After dinner, we went to the lounge for drinks and listened to nostalgic songs.

I blurted out the question that had been weighing on my mind: "How long have you known that young man?"

She asked, "Which one?"

I said, "The one you're really into. He's younger than you. Foreigners can't tell the age of Chinese people.
You don't know her background; he might be hunting for women on the ship, having one-night stands.

" She said, "Daddy, what are you talking about? He's a good man."

I said, "You know just because you've seen him a few times on the ship? He just wants to protect you." I quoted her.

She said, "Daddy, I know you care about me, but a cruise ship is a social occasion. Could you give me
some space to make friends?"

I didn't say anything nice, and she didn't try to start a new topic. We remained silent, avoiding each other's eyes, turning our heads to look at the stage,
each drinking our own drinks. The singer was Filipino, with a very magnetic voice singing jazz. She sang love songs from my era,
and the one reminiscing with me was probably Min'er's mother; she wasn't even born when we listened to these songs.

There weren't many guests; just the two of us sat there all night, and she sang towards us. Later, she also sang some love songs from Min'er's
era . What memories would these melodies, spanning thirty years, evoke in each of us? And would the love songs the singer sang that night become our shared memories
in the future, if we have a future ? We stayed until closing time. Except for the nightclub entertainment, all activities on the ship stopped. We walked across the deck, and Min'er leaned against the railing, gazing out at the vast ocean, pitch black, with no light visible on the shore. Only the sounds of the engine and the waves could be heard. I found Min'er's hand, took it, and led her towards our room. I pondered whether or not to make love back in the room. I closed the door, and she sat on the bed, waiting. These days, we seemed to have an unspoken agreement: when we shared a bed at night, I should take the initiative, kissing her and undressing her. Besides, she had already mentioned that afternoon that I had no excuse . However, I suppressed my surging desire. It seemed my daughter had cheated on me; that guy had touched her whole body, taken advantage of her, perhaps even kissed her, or perhaps he had tricked her into bed. The silence that followed us all night. Min'er grew impatient and began undressing herself. I deliberately looked away from those actions that attracted me, even making me want to peek, and continued undressing. When I looked up, a pair of swaying breasts came closer, almost touching my eyes. The breasts were covered by a swimsuit, and in contrast to her tanned skin, they looked particularly striking.

Snow-white.

She straddled my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed my face between her high breasts. I
wrapped my arms around her waist, gently stroking her smooth, bare back, touching her spine, where it dipped into a small groove
connecting reaching her tightly closed anus.

She kissed my forehead, and I tilted my head back to kiss her. It was the least I could do for a girl who was completely naked in front of me
. We kissed back and forth, waiting for the prelude to sex, which began with passionate caresses of her breasts
and a hot kiss that swallowed her tongue and lips. But I just held her, not saying a word

, until she couldn't hold back any longer and asked,

"Daddy, say something! Is your way of arguing to not talk, not make love?"

"Min'er, I don't want to argue with you. I've never argued before..."

"Mom's right, you don't argue because you're unhappy, so you don't talk. But I'm not
Mom, only she can tolerate your puffed-up cheeks. We came on this trip to have fun,
not to argue. If you say you hate me, I'll disappear immediately."

"Min'er, I'm sorry, how could I hate you? I just think you should fly freely like a seagull
, I can't keep you trapped in a cage."

"Daddy, your philosophy is too profound. I'm a simple-minded woman, I only know how to cherish
the person in front of me and what I have."

"But, that person..."

"Why do you care about him? He's the seagull in the sky, and I'm the little bird in your cage. Let's not
fight over him, okay? We should celebrate being together. Think about it, is it easy for us to make love
? You, a talented man, will surely understand the meaning of 'a moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold.'"

I never expected Min'er to say something so Zen-like. Why can't I let go of that foreign boy and let him ruin
our fun? With this thought, I decided to challenge her. I said to Min'er, "Do you really
want to make love to me?"

"Daddy, what are you going to do, making me wait all night, strip naked on your bed?
Touch there, and you'll believe I'm already... already wet. Do you want me to pose like a little slut and beg you
before you'll give it to me? If you don't want to, why is the thing that gave birth to me so thick
and hard?"

Putting aside my doubts for the moment, a surge of jealousy transformed into a thrust in my lower body, penetrating this naughty girl's little cunt,
teaching her a lesson. Min'er was like a submissive lamb, her nipples hardening in my palms,
every inch skin aroused by my caresses. Her kisses were full of demands. Young men can attract girls' attention
, but they may not understand my skills in bed, capable of making girls feel comfortable and satisfied.

My penis, deep within her vagina, explored the subtle clues of her past with other men.
Her complete openness and need for me convinced me that she was still mine, at least for this moment. This night,
my mind was in turmoil, but my body was gradually becoming one with hers.

The rhythm of thrusting and undulating gradually accelerated, my penis becoming unbearably sensitive. Oh, I think, I
've brought Min'er to orgasm. In a wave of sex, I was tossed to the crest, not sliding down with her.
I floated in mid-air, aimless…

Another dawn arrived, and as planned, we went ashore for sightseeing with the tour group. That young man was with our group, again, it was
Min'er who had arranged it with him. Min'er introduced me to him, saying I was her "my
old man ."

His name was Johnny. I was extremely aloof, but he didn't mind, always politely addressing me as "sir"
and never calling me by my first name. He said he greatly admired Chinese culture and had a map of China at home. However, he seemed
to know nothing about China except for Chinese restaurants, Bruce Lee, and Zhang Ziyi.

He stayed by Min'er's side the whole way, offering constant advice and speaking in English, effectively
pushing me away from her. The Caribbean Sea has countless islands, many of which are island nations, formerly
colonies of Britain, France, Spain, and the Netherlands. To me, they were all the same: azure skies, swaying palm trees,
brilliant sunshine, and crystal-clear water.

It was utterly boring; what a spoilsport! With him around, Min'er and I formed a world of
young people , and I became an outsider. All those romantic
scenes of strolling hand-in-hand under the blue sky and swimming in the azure sea with Min'er were lost.

The last activity I participated in on my own was diving. Min'er looked at me with questioning eyes, and I shook my head.
I had never tried such a thing before, nor had I ever thought of trying it; it was too risky.

As things progressed, Min'er stayed on the island. Those who weren't participating in the diving class returned to the ship first. I waited on the deck
until the sun set and the moon was high in the sky.

Being alone was unpleasant; I had no appetite, so I ordered one beer after another, gazing at the dock and waiting idly.

I went back to my room and continued to wait. It was almost midnight, and worried that something might have happened, so I called the front desk to inquire.
The other members of the tour group had all returned. Min'er had already returned to the ship; there was no need to worry about her safety. But where had she gone? Had she
gone to that young man's room and been intimate with him?

It was all over. That surge of passion was about to rush to my head.

I was still waiting, and she still hadn't returned.

(12) Tell Me You Love Me

The cruise ship set sail at night, heading forward on the boundless ocean.

At the end of the long night, Min'er's warm body pressed against my back, her alluring lines flowing. In
my hazy state, soft hands stroked my hair.

"Min'er, is that you? You're back?"

"Yes. I'm back."

"Did you sleep last night? Before the ship docks, rest for a while."

Min'er shook her head.

"Didn't sleep, or don't want to sleep?"

Min'er kissed my neck and back, her small hands tracing between my thighs. I grabbed her hands, stopping her.

"Why don't you ask where I went last night?"

"Daughter, I need to give you space. You're an adult, Daddy can't control you."

"You're angry with me. You're jealous!"

"Why should I?" My words were bitter.

"Daddy, I was wrong, I'm sorry. This holiday was supposed to be ours, but last night, I
slept ."

"Why are you apologizing to me? This is your business, your happiness is your own decision.
I shouldn't interfere in your love life. I hope you two are serious. What are you planning to do?"

"He proposed to me. He wants me to stay in America."

"Have you decided?"

"Daddy... I don't know. Tell me what to do?"

Her tears soaked the back of my neck, warm. My soft heart couldn't resist. I turned to face
her, cupped her cheeks, and said,

"Daughter, I've said it before, it's your life, your lifelong happiness, you decide for yourself."

"Daddy, but I can't bear to leave you."

"Silly girl, we can't always be like this."

"Or maybe we can? These past two months have been wonderful. You've been so good to me. No man has ever been
as considerate as you, letting me know that a woman can be so happy."

"So what? Will you stay by my side forever? You should find someone to marry while you're still young."

"Daddy, have you ever thought we could..."

"What could we do? Marry you? A father and daughter marrying?"

A sentence I shouldn't have uttered slipped out, like a jade vase shattering. I froze, knowing I had missed
the best, the only remaining opportunity, to suggest we continue living together. If only I had the courage now…

to lift her chin, grasp her hands, and gaze directly into her alluring brows and tender eyes,
to enter the boundless realm within her gaze, and say to her, “Daughter, don’t agree to him. Stay with
me, I need you. If you don’t mind that your father is old and useless, marry me. Let her know that she
is not a responsibility, a burden, but my love, my fulfillment.

” I didn’t know if she would agree if I proposed to her now, but I hesitated. The opportunity was fleeting;
my mouth was gagged. Lacking the courage to express myself to my daughter and lover was tantamount to forfeiting, so I once again handed her
over to someone else. “You coward, you deserve to die!

” She got up, looking at me tenderly, and began to undress piece by piece at the bedside. In the dim light,
her naked body, where we had once been together, suddenly became vividly clear. At this moment, all my desires transformed into a
need for closeness and dependence.

I stretched out my arms to her, and she leaned down, curling up in my embrace. I looked closely at her face. She offered
her lips , wanting me to kiss her. My daughter's body, which had once made me young again, was about to vanish before my eyes.

Now, I didn't care about anything else. I held her naked, tenderly, stealing one last moment of
tenderness , because her heart had already been given to another, and I had no right to take pleasure from her body.

"Daddy, let's wait for the moment of parting with a kiss. Let's replace the words of parting with the touch of our lips.
Let's touch lightly, then stay warm and soft, unwilling to separate, yet we must eventually separate."

I stroked her excited breasts, the firm feeling of her young nipples standing erect in my palm, so familiar,
yet so soon to be gone.

I gently brushed her pubic hair, like arranging the sparse hair of a newborn baby, and there, I caressed her mons pubis,
lightly teasing her slightly swollen labia, inserting a finger inside, like taking a pulse, hoping
to examine from her wet, soft slit the passion she had felt beneath that young man last night.

"Daddy, we still have some time to make love. Don't you want me?" She took the
thing she used to comfort her emptiness and placed it between her thighs. But I pulled my hand away and said, "No. You should
keep with that young man. We had happy times, memories to cherish, and I'll
remember those times we spent together.

" "Daddy, you won't give it to me because you won't forgive me."

"Daughter, no. I'm not rejecting you. I haven't given you anything good that I haven't done for you.
Don't I want to make love to you? I want it every day. But you've already found someone you love. Since your heart belongs to someone, I must
give you to him. I don't make love to you because I don't love you. It's because I love you that I restrain myself.
Do you understand my good intentions?"

"Daddy, you're such a gentleman, I can't help you. No matter what, I love you. I will always
remember how you loved me."

Min'er grabbed my hand and clamped it between her legs again, preventing me from pulling it out. She rubbed against me, using
the two fingers I had inserted into her vagina as what she wanted, and made love to her. I felt that insisting on not
making love was utterly hypocritical. My thing was swollen to the point of bursting, so why not insert it?

Was it to punish my daughter who had betrayed me, or myself? But this was my true nature, my stubbornness, clinging to pride
even . I couldn't help but shed tears. The objects, space, sounds, and breath in the room gradually
blurred, leaving only Min'er's rhythmic moans.

The cruise ship's whistle broke the silence of dawn as it entered the harbor. The captain announced the arrival. Min'er
woke me. She held my head, stroked my hair, and gazed at my face for a long time before getting up. Her body was still naked,
as if she were presenting it to me one last time, the body that might belong to me. She knelt down and carefully
separated the clothes that had been placed together.

Wiping away her tears, she folded our clothes and placed them in two suitcases.

My heart ached as I etched the outline of her naked body into my mind. I saw
the red lines on the back of her neck, her sides, and her buttocks—the marks of a passionate lovemaking encounter. I remembered biting her buttocks once,
after which her beautiful, rounded bottom was only for her new lover to play with.

I didn't want to think about that anymore; I couldn't celebrate someone else getting my pleasure.

I went over to her from behind and draped a bathrobe over her, covering her nakedness, unable to bear looking any longer.
She grabbed one of my hands, pulled it down, and placed it on her trembling breast.

I couldn't indulge in the excitement of her nipples pressing against my hand; I had to maintain my composure as a father, regain
my ability to remain unmoved, and immediately pull my hand away from her bathrobe, from her grasping mine.

Her hand couldn't hold on tightly, and her breast lost my caress. I wanted her to understand that to gain something, you have to
give up something else. She tied her bathrobe, stood up, and went into the bathroom.

She took the last thing, the G-string panties, from the towel rack, looked at
me, and our eyes met. I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat, and we looked at each other with teary eyes. I said to her,

"Take this souvenir! Your boyfriend will like it."

"But I took it back as a gift for you."

"I told you, not my cup of tea."

"Whoever gets it on the ship will be incredibly lucky..." the lead dancer's voice echoed in my ears.

I was not fortunate enough to receive it.

How could I bear this! At this point, Min'er rushed over, threw herself into my arms, hugged me, buried her face in my
chest, and burst into tears. I held her in my arms and gently patted her back and bottom.

"Daughter, don't cry. You've found happiness; you should be happy, right? Your belongings
will be shipped to you once you've settled in. Luckily, those cardboard boxes weren't thrown away."

Min'er cried even harder. "Daddy, I really want to make love with you."

"Min'er, don't act like a child. We can't make love anymore; you don't need me."

"Daddy, tell me you love me."

"Daughter, I will always love you. I will love you no matter what." "

Daddy, I'm sorry."

"Don't say 'sorry' to Daddy. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have loved you so much that we slept together
."

"Daddy, don't say these things. Why are you always such a good person? Always thinking of others
and blaming yourself? We truly love each other. You didn't hurt me. On the contrary, when I was deeply hurt
, you made me understand what love is. The love you gave me allowed me to accept myself again."

"I think I no longer deserve to call myself a good person or a gentleman."

The ship's horn sounded, urging the passengers to disembark. I had to break free from her persistent kisses and caresses and say to her,

"Daughter, let's go. That lucky man is waiting for you."

At the dock, the young man had already hired a taxi and was waiting to pick up Min'er's luggage. I wished
them , and Min'er hugged me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder. I couldn't control my emotions and
tears streamed down my face as well. In the crowd waiting to board the ship, in front of that young man, Min'er and I, oblivious to everyone else, couldn't help but
kiss passionately again, a kiss that transcended body and soul.

I had to hand over my daughter and embark on my journey home alone, once again alone. I had grown accustomed to Min'er's laughter,
her scent in my bed, the meals she cooked, and her motherly chatter in my ear, her nagging phone calls.
I wished that every night someone would make love to me and then cling to me, wanting me to tell them my deepest thoughts...

(Thirteen) Alone Again

The house was empty, and I was alone in bed. I returned to my lonely life.

There were her headprints on the pillow, and the scent of her hair. The sheets bore the stains of our lovemaking.
I touched the marks of our past lovemaking and lay down where she had slept, wetting her pillow.

I took out my personal treasures: my daughter's G-string panties and black leather briefs.
Though had never shown me wearing them, her past seemed written on them.

I didn't need to sneak around; I held them in my hands, examining their texture closely. I smelled them, searching for her lingering scent in the thin
crotch . Every night, I would open the closet and drawers, inspecting Min'er's
clothes, shoes, socks, accessories, and cosmetics.

In her drawer, I found that semi-transparent lace-trimmed bra. Left in her drawer, not hidden
in a box, was it something she planned to wear again for me one day while we made love? I took it out and placed it on
the bed .

He placed the G-string panties and bra together, touched them, spread them open, and transformed my pupils into her
nipples, the bra cups into glasses. It was as if I saw a gorilla's dirty hands grabbing Min'er's breasts,
squeezing and pinching them hard.

Min'er cried out in pain, begging him not to whip her or fondle her. But he didn't stop. He brandished the whip,
ordering Min'er to kneel on the bed, to take off her black leather panties, lift her snow-white, delicate buttocks, and sway
and caress her breasts. Then he lashed out with the whip, leaving a deep welt on her white buttocks. Min'er screamed
miserably , her panties soaked with a thick stream of semen…

I changed into the Calvinklein underwear Min'er had bought for me. I assumed that if she
hadn't worn G-strings and t-backs for her new lover, she would have worn the same style as me…
What would Min'er and her man do in bed?

Images of two bodies intertwined, rolling around on the bed flashed through my mind. My daughter
was making love with that blond foreign man, she was being pinned down, panting, moaning… I wanted to send my love to her across the ocean.

Thus, my sex life didn't stop just because Min'er wasn't around; I made love every night, with
Min'er … her sexy panties. I couldn't sleep until I ejaculated on them.

Occasionally, I would receive a postcard or letter from Min'er, not saying much. Just telling me she was doing well,
not to worry, things like a daughter and father talking. During this time, she finalized her divorce. The house was sold
, and she asked me to collect and manage her money. She said she didn't need the money in America.

One evening not long after, Suqin came to visit.

I actually declined social engagements and didn't want to see anyone except for work, but she was already at the door, so I had to let
her in. As soon as she entered, she looked around and asked if Min'er was there.

I told her Min'er wasn't.

She said, "Where did she go?"

I said, "She went abroad. "

She said, "Brother, I called her house a while ago, but the phone line was cut off. When I went to her house, the security guard
said she and her husband had moved out one after the other. It's been several months. Are they getting a divorce? Why didn't you tell me?"

I told her yes.

She said, "Did she leave her husband before the Lunar New Year?"

I said yes.

She said, "What a pity. She must be very unhappy..." I've been divorced, so I understand why she didn't tell me, and why
she didn't let me comfort her .

She took an empty cigarette pack out of her handbag and asked if I had any cigarettes.

I felt my pockets and said no. I quit smoking. But I remembered I had some left in my room. I found
them and gave them to her.

She offered me one first, and I don't know why I accepted it, but she lit it for me. I smoked again.

She asked if I was alright. I said I was okay. She looked at me and said, "Brother, you look much more haggard."
I said, "Really?" She said, "You look much worse than the last time I saw you. Is it because of Min'er?" I
said, "It's related." I looked at her; her face was growing increasingly depressed.

She smoked one cigarette after another, her breath reeking of tar. I took a couple of puffs and choked. She
glanced towards my bedroom, as if something had caught her attention. I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to close the door when I got my cigarettes,
my heart pounding. I looked over too. The closet was open, and the secret on the bed wasn't properly put away.

I took two more puffs, feeling parched, stubbed out the cigarette, and got up to close the bedroom door. I walked...
At the door, I heard Suqin's footsteps following me. I stopped and turned to block her, but she was behind me, very
close.

As soon as I turned, she threw herself into my arms. A surge of heat rose in my chest. The buttons on her collar were
undone , revealing her white flesh and deep cleavage. A pair of bright red lips pressed down, sucking me in…

We made love in a whirlwind, then I got up and dressed. In the chaos, I found that Min'er's things were scattered on the floor
. I bent down to pick them up, and casually grabbed Suqin's panties and bra, handing them to her. She stood up but didn't take them.

Her voluptuous naked body trembled before me, legs crossed, back to me, waiting for me to put her bra on. I
turned closed the wardrobe, turning back to look at me, indicating that I was waiting. I ignored her and put Min'er's things in
a drawer.

She stared at me, still waiting. She said to me, "Brother, will Min'er come back? When will she come back?"

I said, "I don't know."

She said she looked like she'd be back soon, and she hadn't taken anything with her.

I said, "None of your business."

She sat on my bed without moving. I hadn't taken off her bra, so I had no obligation to put it
back on, but to get rid of her, I put it back on anyway, and besides, I didn't want to talk to a pair of bare breasts.

After that, Suqin often came to clean the house for me. But I wouldn't allow her to leave her bra and panties in my
room . She had to leave after we made love, and she wasn't allowed to sleep in my bed or stay overnight. Because she had two young children
at home, and the children were too young to explain that their mother wasn't home and was sleeping at her uncle's house.

One night, I came out of the shower and saw her wearing Min'er's transparent bra and t-back panties
, lying on the bed, making extremely wild movements towards me. She wasn't Min'er; Min'er wouldn't do that.

I yelled and ordered her to take them off immediately.

She startled me, but thought it was prelude to lovemaking, and continued to flaunt her charm,
slowly . I grew impatient and yelled at her again, telling her to take her clothes off quickly. Instead of waiting for her to undress
, I stripped her naked, removing all her belongings.

She thought I was aroused by this and would then have sex with her. I grabbed Min'er's bra and panties
, but left her naked outside the room.

She was bewildered and sat in the living room crying. When I ignored her, she cried even louder.

My anger subsided slightly. I went out, pulled her into the room, twisted her arm behind her back with one hand, grabbed her
neck with the other, and threw her to the ground. I said to her, "I'm warning you, you must never open my closet again, and you must never touch anything
inside . Understand? If I find you touching anything again, see what I'll do to you."

She didn't know what was inside the closet, didn't understand why I had kept those things there. They were my
only solace. As long as she hadn't ordered her things to be shipped to America, there was still a glimmer of hope. I waited for
her to return one day, to see everything preserved for her. Suqin, of course, didn't understand any of this. And without my permission,
she dared to touch Min'er's things, infuriating me.

She said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you. I thought you had a fetish for these
things while making love to you. I just meant well, I wanted you to be happy. You don't like me wearing her things,
so can I buy the same style myself? Would you like that?"

"You idiot, you don't understand at all, of course not!"

she said. "Why? All my efforts to please you are wasted? Why is it okay for
her , but you hate it when I wear it? Does she have such magic that you're infatuated with her? No matter what I do,
I'm never as good as her in your eyes? Is she really irreplaceable?"

I said, "Who are you talking about?" My voice was as loud as thunder.

She said, "Who else? Don't play dumb, you know perfectly well."

"You dare?" I slapped her across the face and said, "Whoever she is or isn't, it's
none . You're not allowed to mention her."

Suqin insisted on speaking, and even louder, "It's her, it's her, it's her."

I was furious in front of her, clenching my fist to hit her.

"Go ahead and hit me! You commit incest, you sleep with your daughter, you beast, you pervert..."

I pulled her up and slapped her on the buttocks, leaving a red handprint. Then I hit her
a few more times. She stopped talking in pain and started whimpering.

I said, "I am a pervert. That's right. If you're scared, get out of here. Once you're out, never come back,
and I won't talk to you even if you do."

Suqin was intimidated by me, and she fell to the ground, clutching her buttocks and rubbing the sore spot, begging me not to hit her or
ignore her.

I couldn't bear it; I had never been rough with a woman before. Seeing her kneeling naked on the ground, begging for my
mercy... I helped her up, held her in my arms, and said, "Suqin, Suqin, why did you upset me? I
've never hit a woman. You taught me to hit you, I was wrong, I'm sorry. But don't provoke me anymore.
Okay? If you cooperate, we can continue to be what we are. Otherwise, I can't be with you,
so let's just call it quits. Do you understand?"

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

I knelt down, picked her up, and she was like a little lamb, letting me do as I pleased.

I laid her out on the bed, wiped away her tears, and kissed her face. I turned her over, gently
patted her bottom, comforted her with words, and solemnly told her that she could never
hear .

She stopped crying, turned over, hugged me, and said that she would never reveal my secret again and would never mention
her again. She said, "Brother, I'm sorry. I misspoke because I'm jealous of her. I wish I were her.
Why can't I replace her? I'll do anything you want."

"Here we go again. Don't daydream. You can't become a second person. You are you, and she is she. Understand
? Don't speculate or talk nonsense about things you don't know or understand."

I pressed her onto the bed, her thighs parted, and I thrust my thing into her thirsty
little cunt, like a raging storm, pumping and pounding, almost ravaging. The sturdy bed frame shook, and Suqin
let out a heart-stirring cry.

I fucked her until her eyes rolled back, she gasped for breath, and surrendered beneath me.

The fact remains: no matter how skillfully Suqin pleased me in bed, I always thought of
another woman, Min'er. Her mature charm and the world-weariness in her eyes were pitiful. But
Suqin could only give me temporary anesthesia, slightly relieving my sexual repression, but she couldn't stop my yearning for that forbidden love.
The endless desire of love.

At this moment, where is the one I yearn for? Who is she in bed with? Is she alright? If that's
what she wants, I wish her happiness.

I haven't lied to Suqin; I don't love her. It's purely direct lust. Even if reason and emotion deceive
me, the body is more honest than the soul. It clearly tells me that I have never experienced
the . Never! I once possessed it, and now I have lost it, only to reminisce
and regret that happy times are always too short.

One evening, Suqin had just unhooked her bra, taken off her underwear, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the headboard. While I
was undressing, before we even made love, the telephone by the bed rang.

It didn't ring often; few people knew the number. Who was calling? Suqin picked up the receiver.
She recognized the voice on the other end. She handed me the microphone and said, "It's her, she's looking for you."

(XIV) The vow of flesh

The voice coming from the microphone seemed to steal my soul. It was the first time I had heard her voice since we parted.

"Min'er? Is that you? How are you?"

"I'll tell you when we meet, if you want to see me."

"Min'er, don't you know how much I miss you? I thought of going to America to see you, but I was afraid of disturbing
you."

"Daddy, I miss you too."

"Then, shall I come to see you?"

"No need."

I heard her say, and my heart sank. Since we parted, she had always politely declined my visits.

"I understand, you already have a family. I shouldn't bother you."

"Daddy, what are you talking about? I said you don't need to go to America, I'm not in America."

"Not in America, where are you?"

"At the gate. I'm back."

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me first?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise. Are you happy to see me?"

I was overjoyed and quickly said, "Welcome." Welcome back.

"Should I wait a moment?"

"Wait for what? I need to see you, right now, come on up."

I glanced at Suqin; she had heard everything, her eyes glistening with tears. She
hurriedly put on the dress she had just taken off, not even bothering to put on her bra and stockings, stuffing them into her handbag before getting up to leave.

I suddenly thought, what if my daughter came in and saw me naked with Suqin? How would I explain that? And I
feared Suqin, spoiled and arrogant, thinking herself the mistress of the house and an elder, would clash with my daughter.
The sight of these two women together gave me a headache. I quickly called out to Suqin, but she ignored me and walked out of the room. I believed that Min'er had already arrived at the door when she opened it
.

I didn't care about my appearance either, rushing out shirtless, pulling up my underwear as I went. Sure enough,
Min'er , wearing jeans and a neat shirt. Two women, one inside the door,
one outside. Suqin was holding her high heels, not yet having put them on.

Min'er looked up, saw me, ignored Suqin, and pounced on me. I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms.

Like a monkey climbing a tree when she was little, she clung to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my
neck. I cupped her buttocks with both hands to support her weight, and right in front of Suqin,
we kissed .

Suqin felt a pang of jealousy, put on her shoes, and disappeared without a trace.

My penis was practically about to explode; it was as hard as an iron pillar, standing erect, bulging out of my underwear
, as if it wanted to pierce through my underwear and Min'er's jeans, about to penetrate her vagina.

I couldn't control myself, wildly tearing open her shirt, ripping off the buttons and ripping the sleeves, burying
my nose in her cleavage, pressing against her two fragrant mounds of flesh, wanting to devour her whole. Min'er cried out no,
but I pretended not to hear and picked her up. Min'er kicked her legs, her high heels flying off, and her two jade-like arms hooked around
my neck, letting me carry her into the room.

I placed her on the bed, panting, looking at her; she looked at me too. Her shirt was torn and open,
her bra slipped down, her chest heaving, pink nipples and most of her breasts exposed. I couldn't believe it was her
lying on the bed; my daughter had returned.

She reached out, took my hand, and pulled me closer. She touched my face and chin, paused, and
gently kissed my lips. Her breath was fresh and fragrant, making me disgusted by the tar in my mouth. Every woman's
lips have a unique feel; even with my eyes covered, I could tell who kissed me. That kiss was so familiar
and intimate.

Just as I was enjoying it, she let go, saying, "You're being naughty, smoking again." "

I'm sorry, I..."

"Daddy, you need to take better care of yourself."

"I... I'll go rinse my mouth..." she said, changing the subject. I had promised her I would quit smoking, but I
broke , and even slept with another woman. I broke my word; I'm utterly defeated.

"It's no use. Daddy, look at you, all silly," she said.

Sticky bodily fluids made my underwear cling to my muscles, clearly showing the outline of my penis. Min'er
stared at my lower body and chuckled. She was deliberately teasing me, wasn't she? She reached out and pulled my underwear down a little, and my engorged,
hard penis sprang out. She picked it up and teased it like a little toy.

"No," I tried to stop her. That thing was already at its peak of arousal, too sensitive to handle, and I might ejaculate in her
hands at any moment—that would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Daddy, I'm just in time, I ruined your good time. Actually, if you had just told me, I would have waited until you
were done before coming up. What about your poor thing?"

Min'er looked at me, smiled, unbuttoned her jeans, and said, "Daddy, show me,
do you want it or not?"

"Suqin and I..."

"No need to explain, just say yes or no."

I couldn't speak clearly, I stammered, and could only nod.

"If you want it, please do me a favor. Change the sheets. Women are picky about bedding, they can't let other
women use their things. And they won't make love on sheets that other women have used, it's disgusting."

"I'm sorry, I slept with Suqin when you weren't here." I confessed.

"You know I slept with other men. Are you okay with that?"

I didn't answer her. Actually, I did mind, that foreign devil named Johnny stole my daughter. Never mind
him. Now I have to put on a good show, let my daughter know that what that man can give her, her father...
I was capable of doing it, and even better. My underwear was stuck on my knees, and I was naked. With lightning speed,
I covered myself with a new sheet and changed into a fresh one.

At the same time, Min'er nimbly removed her clothes, her bra hanging askew, revealing a pair of juicy
breasts, a delicate fragrance emanating from their cleavage. As her jeans slowly came down, I saw she was wearing
Calvinklein panties. Her entire body was tanned to a bronze color, making the whiteness of her crotch area stand out.

Her face was radiant, and with her flowing curves and slightly raised mons pubis, she was a sumptuous feast laid out before me
, something I could savor again.

I reached out my hands to explore her breasts, to see if they felt the same as before. As I teased
her private parts, I hesitated, wondering if I should make love to my daughter again.

But she looked at me with a smile, waiting for my touch, so alluring, so innocent, and so
intoxicating . She hadn't changed; her firmness remained as upright as ever, and her tender flesh was still so moist.

I embraced her, letting her face press against my chest. The feeling of my member against Min'er's thigh, skin to skin, was
so exquisite; I wouldn't trade it for a throne. I caressed her shoulders and
back, the outer edges of her breasts, down to her buttocks. Her anus contracted slightly, unsure whether to welcome or resist. My lips
chased after hers; she preferred me to bury my face in the crook of her neck, her sensitive spot, letting me inhale her sweet fragrance.

"Daughter, let me rinse my mouth first." My bitter tongue couldn't match Min'er's fragrant saliva.

Min'er didn't answer, nor did she let go of me, simply enjoying the tenderness in my arms.

Yes, stopping now to rinse her mouth seemed so unromantic. Min'er didn't want to either. But she wouldn't
open her mouth again; she wouldn't give me a wet kiss, only kisses elsewhere. I spread her out wide, making her feel that
every inch of her skin, except her lips, had been thoroughly caressed and kissed.

My two fingers were so engrossed in making love to her that they almost brought her to orgasm.
Her hands occasionally felt my hardness, pulsating in them, and she guided it into her secret passage.

I cupped her buttocks, her long legs wrapped around me, her arms around my neck, and with
a thrust, I entered her, reaching as deep as I could, completely filling her. I believed
that .

I especially want to describe the moment I ejaculated inside her. After a long and arduous
battle , Min'er experienced wave after wave of unrestrained, blissful orgasms, and I forcefully and
powerfully released all my vital essence into her womb. That passionate, all-out ejaculation brought tears of emotion to her eyes. It was
the vow of our physical union.

After enjoying the lingering warmth of our lovemaking, Min'er stroked my satisfied face and said, "Daddy, listen
carefully, this is only once, and there will be no next time."

"Min'er, I understand. I can die happy if I can do this once. You're already taken. I can't
have desires for you." I held her tightly, afraid of losing her soon.

"Daddy, what are you talking about? It's not about being separated from you forever. I can come back for other reasons,
like to continue our unfinished business, okay?"

"Why did you say it's only once?"

"I said I'd make an exception for you, but you're not allowed to smoke anymore. Smell it, the house, the living room,
it all smells of cigarette smoke. I've hated it since I was little, and it's been hard on Mommy for years, having to endure that awful
smell on you."

I slapped myself, left and right. Punishing myself, for the sake of future opportunities.

"Daddy, you still don't understand? Nicotine reduces sexual ability, and smokers are often sick and die young."

I scolded myself again, promising Min'er that I wouldn't smoke anymore. Then she said, "How are things between you and that foreign
guy ? Did you two break up?"

"No, he still loves me very much."

"You don't love him anymore?"

"I don't know. He's serious. He's infatuated with Asian beauties and has proposed marriage many times, but I haven't
agreed . The thing is, finally, one day he couldn't hold back anymore and confessed to me that he realized even with
all his heart, he still couldn't win my heart. He felt there was someone blocking us, preventing us from reaching
the point of intimacy." "

Oh, Min'er, is that person me?"

"Daddy, even if he hadn't said it, I wouldn't have admitted it. He's right, and if that person isn't you,
then who is?"

"He loves me so sincerely, how could I hide it from him?"

I panicked and said, "You told him about our relationship?"

"Yes. I told him you were my lover. He seemed to wake up from a dream and said to me, 'I should have realized you
weren't my old man.' Because he felt that the moment you saw him, you treated him like a rival. And he
could also see that our relationship wasn't like father and daughter, but more like lovers. But he didn't understand why you were so generous as to give me
up to him. He thought you must have had some reason."

"Am I really like what he said?" "

I didn't film your expression. Would a father apply sunscreen to his daughter's breasts and buttocks
?"

I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. Her words reminded me of that day, when I
felt like we were a honeymoon couple, but then a jinx appeared.

"Yes, I admit it. But if that's the case, why did he steal her away?"

"A lover can't be given away easily, my honest father. If you didn't fight for it, he took her." "

Since he took you away, why did he let you come back?"

"Daddy, I don't understand either, why I miss you so much. It's not
the kind of longing a daughter has for her father. He sensed something was on my mind and guessed it must be related to you. So I confessed to him that there was someone on my mind
. He's the best person in the world, loves me like my father, and would do anything good for me,
including wanting me to have someone who could take better care of me for the rest of my life. But I can't leave
him."

"Daddy, guess what he said? He said, 'Your old man loves you more than I do, and you love her too.
Why lie to yourself and to me?' I told him I wasn't lying, I just hadn't figured it out yet and needed time to
think it through. He encouraged me to figure it out, otherwise we wouldn't be happy together. So he let me
figure it out , and then he brought me back to find an answer. I'm back. Daddy, are you my answer? Are you the
man I told you I loved?"

"How could I not love you? You're my daughter!"

Min'er's face darkened, and she broke free from my embrace, placing her legs together on the ground. With her back to me,
she bent down to pick up her underwear and put it on. I didn't understand what she was doing, so I grabbed her arm and said, "What happened?
Did I say something wrong?"

"You told the truth."

"What?"

"I got the answer."

"What did you say? I don't understand, you need to explain clearly."

"I understand. In your heart, I'm just your daughter. When I'm down on my luck, I can rely on you. You won't
despise me, you'll take me in, even make me your mistress, like Aunt Suqin! But what I want is a man, someone to
spend my whole life with." Tears welled up in Min'er's eyes as she said.

"I can be that person, the one to spend my whole life with you."

"I should give up. I'm looking for a husband, and you're just my good daddy. No matter how much my good daddy loves me, you're still
just a daddy."

I knew I had to confess my love to her without reservation at this crucial moment, otherwise I would lose her.

"Min'er, let me explain. I don't want to be separated from you anymore. Don't go, please listen to me, okay?" We
were both very emotional. I held her trembling naked body tightly until she stopped struggling. Then she cried.

"Daddy, why? You're a gentleman. You're afraid of gossip. You can't accept our incestuous
relationship. Being with you will make me ashamed." She shook me off and continued dressing.

"Min'er, don't go. I'll give you anything you want, as long as you stay by my side. I can't live without you.
I know you're waiting for me to say something, and if you want me to say it, I will."

"I've heard everything you wanted to say."

"No, forgive me for not having the courage to say it to you before. But I have to say it now. Listen, Min'er, my good
daughter , please marry me."

"Daddy, you said it yourself, how can a father marry his daughter? How can I, as a daughter, marry you
?"

"Min'er, haven't we already been husband and wife? No one forced us, and no one can stop
us loving each other. Since that night, after we crossed the line of father and daughter, you have been my
woman. I can't turn back and treat you only as a daughter... Wait a moment, I have something for you."

I took out a ring from a brocade box hidden in the drawer by the bed.

"Do you recognize this ring? It's a pair with the one I'm wearing. I gave it to your mother when we got married. She never
took it off until the day of her surgery. She took it off and gave it to me for safekeeping, telling me that if she died, it shouldn't
be buried with her, but given to the person who would take her place in serving me. That person is you. I swear to heaven now that I will marry my
daughter..."

I took her hand, lifted it, and slipped the ring onto her finger. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at me.

I continued, "Do you take me? Do you take me to be your wife?"

Min'er's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling, and she said, "Really? Did I hear that right? I can't
believe it's true, my daddy is proposing to me?"

"Min'er, I should have proposed to you a long time ago. I won't lie to you, I always tell the truth."

"Daddy, I thought you would never say it. I came back just to test you, to give myself a chance, to
make myself give up. But you finally said it."

"Min'er, I know my love has gone astray. I made a terrible mistake by committing incest with you. I
should take responsibility for my wrongdoing. When I tried to make amends, I realized that my momentary folly had led to such a beautiful consequence.
Without you, how would I live the rest of my life? I can now declare to the world who I love most. I
love you not out of a sense of responsibility, but because my love transcends responsibility and kinship. I feel happier being your husband than being your
father. I have no other choice but to marry you. I am willing to be your husband and cherish and
love you for the rest of my life. Marry Daddy, be Daddy's good wife, okay? Min'er, promise me you won't leave, that you will
stay with me forever, never to be separated."

I gently pulled Min'er back into my arms. Her full, firm breasts pressed against my chest,
her nipples erect, just like my penis, which was now pressed against her thighs, erect again.

I pinched her nipple and said to her, "My good daughter, promise Daddy you'll marry
me ."

Min'er lowered her head, her eyes drooping, burying her face in my chest, her innocent and
shy expression returning.

I waited for her answer and urged her to speak. She finally said, "Daddy, when did you learn to say these
sweet nothings to coax little girls? I told you not to touch me, and your hands are being indecent again." She pulled my hand away from her
breast.

"My dear daughter, do you only agree to marry me if Daddy kneels down and proposes? I've already put the wedding ring on your finger.
Would it be a lie? I can't live without you. What would I have left without you? If you're too shy to say it, just
nod."

"Don't lie to me, there's also your sister-in-law. She's your age, and even more alluring than me. Marry
her."

"Oh dear, don't bring Suqin into this! You women are so petty. I sincerely apologize.
When you weren't here, I couldn't bear the loneliness and let her take advantage of me. But now that you're back, she'll
back off. She left as soon as she heard you were back."

"Does she know about us?"

"I haven't said a word, and I haven't hidden anything. She's a woman, like you, with a keen
sense for other women. Doesn't she have eyes? How could she not see all your things in this bedroom? She knows in her heart that I
only have you in my heart, not her. She knows your place in this room, and no one can replace you."

"But she'll gossip. She'll grab your braids and cling to you like a spider demon."

"She'll be too afraid to say anything when she sees this ring on your hand. I have a way to deal with her; I don't need to pay
her any attention. My love, please tell me, do you want this ring? If you don't, I'll give it to her."

"Mom's things can't be given to others." Min'er clenched her fists, preventing me from taking the ring away.

"So, that means you agree."

Min'er lowered her head, shyly nodding.

"Then, from now on, you're Daddy's wife."

Ignoring Min'er's protests, I cupped her face, lifted her head, and kissed her. She opened her mouth to accept, and I...
I found her tongue, and we intertwined endlessly. Then her kisses followed mine, more passionate than mine. A surge
of immense power coursed through my lower abdomen, an unprecedented urge that threatened to erupt from my erect
penis .

I lifted her up in my arms, excitedly declaring, "With this ring, I declare that my daughter Min'er and I are
husband and wife , through thick and thin, until death do us part."

She relaxed the terms slightly, just to allow me into the bridal chamber. I stripped her naked again, propped her
buttocks , placed her legs on my shoulders, and, like an old man pushing a cart, pushed my erection all the way in, into her
love-drenched vagina. We made love again, performing the rituals of lovemaking.

Her labia parted, revealing tender flesh that I wanted to devour, drawing me deep inside. As soon as I
began to thrust, she arched her back to meet me, calling out, "God, husband! Husband!" The first time I heard my daughter call
me "husband," especially during sex, the atmosphere was a little eerie, and I shuddered. I
thrust in and out, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, looking down at her enjoying my love, her face filled with satisfaction. Her arms were spread wide,
grasping the corners of the mattress, her breasts trembling, her hips rising and falling—this vivid, sensual scene
felt almost unreal.

Was this real? Was I dreaming? I proposed to my daughter, and she said yes!

Whether it was a dream or reality, I didn't care. From that night on, we slept together, in a room called "ours"
and on our bed, making love, or not.

(XV) Yesterday, I was already dead

on our wedding night.

I must admit, once your daughter becomes your wife, you must take care of her life, including her sex life.
Making love with her becomes your life. Leaving aside the pleasure of intercourse, this is an inescapable responsibility; no one can
satisfy her needs for you.

The consequence of making love twice in one night is that I can't get out of bed, and my back aches a little.

I've worked for thirty years and never taken even half a day of sick leave; I'd always drag myself to work even when I was sick. But
the day , I was going to make an exception. I blamed Min'er. She clung to me, not letting me leave.

When the alarm clock woke us both, Min asked, "What time is it?"

"I have to go to work."

"Honey, don't go. What man goes to work on his first day of marriage?"

She kept calling me "honey," and it was definitely cheesy for Chu'er, not during our intimate moments. Yesterday, she was still
thousands of miles away, and then suddenly she came back. From our reunion, the proposal, to our wedding night, it all happened on a whim… My daughter and I are
married now, and our identities have become husband and wife. The deed is done, and I can't help but ask myself, did I do something wrong?

Min'er's eyes were still closed. I looked at my bedmate. Last night, I did give
her a new title. Whether it was a momentary impulse or not, I didn't regret it. From now on, her happiness for life rests on my shoulders. Yes,
on my shoulders. Watching the curves of her body writhe beneath the thin sheet, I savored this body, utterly alluring and
captivating . She stretched out her two jade-like arms, groping for me, wrapping them around my neck, then opened her long eyelashes and looked up at
me, saying,

"I don't want you to go to work. I want you to stay with me. You promised to be good to me!" she said coquettishly.

The image of her, when she was seven or eight, running in front of me, begging me to take her to the amusement park, flashed through my mind.
It was the same expression; the last vestige of willpower I had to go to work vanished.

I snuggled back into the covers, pressing the soft, warm flesh we had shared the night before, along with her firm breasts, against
my chest, letting her nipples gently rub against mine. My hands caressed her smooth back and buttocks, our skin so primal, so intimately close, our heartbeats and breaths gradually synchronizing. Min'er and I locked eyes, she knew I was observing her, admiring her. She smiled, silently enjoying her husband's tender touch. There was a beauty I'd never seen in my daughter before—the contentment, the ease , radiating from her face. Our intertwined limbs, I don't know who initiated it, began to rub against each other, awakening the nerve endings, and we were once again ready to make love. "My dear wife, yes, I'll do whatever you say. I'm not going to work today, are you satisfied?" Min'er covered her mouth and giggled when she heard me call her "my dear wife." I think she was happy and satisfied. She rested her head on my shoulder, took my penis in her hand, and squeezed it to see how hard it was. It was erect , but not yet at its peak. After last night's two passionate encounters, I wasn't sure how much was left. If she wanted it now, I would do my best to satisfy her. Since my daughter calls me her husband, I have a responsibility to meet her needs in bed, to take the initiative to be considerate of her, and to do it for her before she even asks, only then can I show my thoughtfulness. I closed my eyes and focused all my strength on that one spot in my body. As I parted her thighs and checked if her vagina was wet, she said, "Honey, you're so good, you want more? Spare me. You were so fierce last night, you really hurt me, it's burning and sore down there." "I'm heartless, did I hurt you? Let me see." I lifted the blanket to examine Min'er's genitals. She spread her legs, letting me pull back her labia to see where I had made love; they were indeed a little red and swollen. I breathed on it and licked it with my tongue; there was a strong smell of semen. We had made love twice last night, and I hadn't wiped it clean. Min'er immediately pushed me away, closed her legs to cover her vulva, preventing me from licking it anymore, and said, "No, it's dirty." "It's so red and swollen, it breaks my heart to see it. I'll be gentler and more careful next time. Who told you to go to such a faraway place , making me think about you every day." "You smell of sweat all over, go take a shower. I'll be right there." " I'll shower first, your pajamas are all hanging in the closet, just like before. Pick out a sexy one for me to wear, to set the mood." I jumped out of bed, ran out to shower naked, and when I came out, Min'er was holding a low-cut V-neck camisole , covering her chest. I covered my private parts and waited at the bathroom door. The autumn wind was blowing, and her snow-white shoulders trembled, making me uneasy. I said, "It's getting cold, why don't you come in?" She lowered her eyes and said shyly, "You locked the door." Is that so? I said, "I'm sorry, then come in quickly." I had missed my first chance to bathe with her. When she came in, her eyes swept over her from head to toe—her smooth back, her swaying hips, her graceful figure—and then she was gone in a flash. Then she told me to close the door behind her. I stood at the door, watching, not lifting a finger.

She turned around and said, "What are you standing there looking at? She's cold, close the door quickly."

I said, "I won't be cold if I take a hot shower.

I won't let you see. It's shameful for a boy to peek at a girl taking a bath." Saying that, she pushed me out and closed
the door .

My wife and I have been married for over twenty years and have never taken a bath together. Except for undressing to make it easier to have sex,
we rarely expose ourselves to each other. She gets dressed immediately after we make love. We treat each other with the utmost respect. Min'er is a new generation of women,
much more open-minded. The first time we slept together, she was completely naked. After making love, she didn't rush to cover herself and slept naked with me
until dawn.

Min'er and I have made love so much, but I've never seen her bathing. We're husband and wife,
so why doesn't she invite me into the bathroom to wash her back, or even take a bath together? I believe that would enhance our marital
relationship, and thinking about it, I felt a little hard. There's plenty of time ahead. In the days to come, the thought
of Min'er calling me her husband, of our father-daughter relationship transforming into husband and wife, stirs my heart.

After breakfast, I wrapped some ice cubes in a towel and placed them between her thighs. As I stroked her curly hair on her slightly raised
mons pubis , she brushed my hand away and said, "Take your indecent hand away.
Where did my honest daddy go?"

"Min'er, who are you asking? You've made him your husband."

"Husband, don't touch me. I want to talk to you seriously, okay?"

"Aren't I already sitting in front of you listening to you?"

"Actually, I feel a little strange calling you husband, but it feels very intimate. Why doesn't Mom
call you husband?"

"After you fell, she called me daddy."

"That's interesting! Your wife called you daddy. Now your daughter calls you husband. Husband,
husband , things are happening so fast, but you'll get used to it soon. And, we'll have a legitimate reason to sleep together from now on
, right? Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Do you think your daughter is too promiscuous?"

"To be honest, I like it."

"Aren't you really okay with me running off with Johnny?"

"I'm responsible because I didn't keep you here. I should have acted sooner on the love boat. Would you have
expected me to propose? If I had asked you to marry me then, would you have gone with him?"

"I'm not sure. How could I have imagined my father proposing to me? I really can't understand your heart. I'm
not confident in you. You're a good father, a kind man, but I want a good man. For me, it
's a trade-off. I've always felt I hold a low place in your heart; you wouldn't sacrifice or give up
anything for me. Staying by your side would be pointless. So I ran away to America to escape you."

"Why are you escaping me? Who do you think your father is? A lecherous man, playing with his daughter's feelings? You
know how much determination and courage it took for me to change myself, hoping you could accept me. I admit there are many
things I didn't do well enough, things that made you unhappy, but I will change."

"Listen to me first. I'm the one who did wrong. In your eyes, I've always been this short and this small.
I've never grown up, I always do wrong things, and I never do what you want. I didn't listen to your advice, I married a bad husband, and
the marriage fell apart. I'm bad at everything."

She used her thumb and forefinger to indicate a distance of one inch, representing how she was in my eyes.

"Min'er, even though my daughter has grown up, I will still treat her like a little girl. Because Daddy loves you. I didn't know how to love you or express my love to you
before , but I'm learning and adapting. If there's anything about me that you're
unhappy with, tell me, and I'll change for you. For example, I'll quit smoking."

"Daddy, it's because you're so serious that it scares me."

"Why? Do you know how much I love you? What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, I know you love me. Your sincerity has touched my heart. Hearing you set aside your fatherly pride
to confess your love for me, and the solid feeling during our lovemaking, the unreserved physical
connection, reaffirms that you are the man I've been searching for. However, when I return to reality, to being
a woman and to having the things every woman desires—like a family, children, status, and
a normal married life where I can hold my head high in front of others… can you give me that? You're not the one."

"Why don't you have faith in me? I won't abandon you. You're my only daughter, and everything I have
is yours."

"You, a gentleman, a good man in everyone's eyes. You won't abandon me because you're responsible.
I know how much you love me. But can you face reality? Treating your daughter as a wife, in people's eyes, our
relationship is incestuous. Can you bear that stigma? Can you endure the gossip and scorn? You'll
treat me as a mistress, loving me secretly, but I don't want to be your mistress for life, your wife who can't see the light of day."

"Min'er, stop. No, I've already put the ring on your finger. For your happiness, I'll do
anything to tell the whole world I'm the luckiest and happiest person because I married my daughter. I won't be afraid of
what others say. Let them call me a wicked person. Your gentlemanly father, just die."
I said emotionally, trying to convince myself, and even more so, to convince Min'er.

"Alright, alright. Don't say 'die,' it's unlucky. I won't let you die. If you die, I'll become your widow.
Do you want me to be a widow so young, right after getting married?" Min'er covered my mouth, stopping me from continuing.

"So you're even more superstitious than I am. What I mean is: that old stubborn man from yesterday is dead, I feel reborn, I'm a different person
today ."

"You have to understand, I don't want to compete with your sister-in-law for your affections. Although I've come to terms with things and accepted my
close relationship with Daddy, I don't want to share a man with another woman."

"I've told you so many times, I love you. You're still worried."

"I've never doubted your love for me, but every man is attracted to temptation. She slept with you, she definitely won't let you go, she'll cling to
you relentlessly. Can you handle her?"

"You don't trust me anymore?"

"The upright, unromantic man you used to be was a paragon of virtue. You said he's dead. Now you
seem like a young boy just experiencing first love, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist that vixen's temptation."

"You're so contradictory! What am I supposed to say? I admit, I have all the weaknesses of men. But it's all your
fault, I've become like this because of you. I said I'd marry you, and I'll take on the responsibilities of a husband and wife, you have to believe me."
"I will never touch another woman but you." I took her hand, which was adorned with a ring, in one hand and placed the other
on her knee, speaking to her sincerely.

"You promise, you will only have sex with me."

"I promise. I have a good record, I have never had an affair."

"You have to promise me that you will have sex with me every day, and you can't make excuses like being busy with work. If you can't
get an erection , I will have reason to believe that you have been with other women. You should know now that your daughter has a very strong sex drive,
and you know that you are going to marry me anyway, so you have to meet my needs."

"I said I have never had sex with other women."

"Yes, Suqin is not an outsider. But I cannot tolerate being your mistress."

"Ha, ha, ha. You can do it. It's rare that you are so frank. Having sex is your right, and I understand
. Having sex every day, and being able to do it, is the most powerful proof."

A stream of cold water flowed from her private parts onto my hand on her knee. The ice that had been pressing on her private parts melted
.

We didn't have sex, we just chatted casually. She told me about her life in America, and I told her
about her childhood memories.

Frequent passionate kisses and caresses kept her nipples erect. Her breasts trembled as she spoke.
I lifted her robe to examine her pubic hair, as fine and soft as her hair, glistening and clinging to her mons pubis. I kissed her there
constantly , reporting on the swelling of her labia. When I licked it with my tongue, a cool sensation washed over me.

I was very inexperienced at oral sex; my late wife never let me kiss her vulva, let alone part her labia and tease it with
my tongue . I had to lick her vulva frequently because her love juice would flow out,
dripping from her thighs. Why would it flow? Because I never stopped caressing her, telling her how I wanted to make love to her.

She would laugh, call me vulgar, and bury her head in my chest. I used to think these sexual acts
were vulgar, but what's wrong with mutual pleasure?

Min'er always thought I really wanted to have sex. She didn't realize she'd overindulged last night; her penis, though erect,
lacked full strength. I told her, thinking she was being considerate, that she could wait until tomorrow. She was deeply
touched by my understanding, especially since I was staying home from work and couldn't have sex because of her.

If she couldn't have sex, she wanted to do something. She asked me to help her pack. She opened her luggage and
took out a souvenir. Guess what it was?

The G-string she'd snatched while watching a striptease on the love boat. She hadn't given it to Johnny; she kept it, hoping one day
I would accept it.

"You didn't give it to Johnny, you brought it back for me?"

"Yes, because I know you like it."

I had denied liking it, and I asked Min'er why she thought I liked it. She said she just knew.

She added, "Also, this underwear can't be given to other men because it has your semen on it. No
man will accept a woman's underwear stained with someone else's semen. Smell it; it still smells like you." Yes, it
smells like your semen.

On the eve of our parting, she wanted it, but I didn't give it to her. Instead, I ejaculated on this actor's costume. I felt sorry for
her. I had made love with this actor's costume, or perhaps that's why she thought I liked these underwear.

I told her, "Min'er, I do like G-strings, but the G-strings I like are the ones you wear on your butt
."

"Really? Why didn't you say so sooner? I thought you were conservative and didn't like women dressed too revealingly."

"I don't like my woman dressing too sexily on the outside for others to see. But I like her to be sexy underneath
, for me to see."

"Then I'll wear it for you to see."

She took off her robe and put on the oversized G-strings, looking
like . As soon as she let go, the underwear slipped down.

She made me both laugh and cry. I hugged her, kissed her, and said, "Min'er, thank you for taking such good care of
me. I'll tell you a secret. If you could wear that thong and sheer bra in your drawer,
or something even sexier, wilder..."

"Honey, you're so naughty... No wonder I couldn't find it, you hid it. Why did you hide it?"

"I hope one day you'll wear it for me, like you wear it for the gorilla, and make love with me. Right now,
I'd rather you wear nothing at all? To admire your naked beauty."

"So my honest daddy really is dead."

Min'er hit the nail on the head again. This is my second spring, my second adolescence. The things I used to do when I was young,
things I called philandering or lewd, I now want to do, including taking advantage of my teenage daughter.

But now, my daughter is my wife.

We heard the rumbling in each other's bellies as dusk fell. We had been embracing all day, our naked bodies
almost completely glued together by our sweat and the fluids from our genitals. You must understand, we made love
verbally , but in our minds.

I took Min'er's hand; she was wearing a wedding ring. We walked out of the apartment together to find something to eat on the street. I said to
Min'er , "Can you make people recognize us as a couple?" She said, "Do you think we're an older man and a younger woman?"

The gatekeeper greeted us, and I smiled back at him. We walked hand in hand into
the street as the lights came on, like a couple newly in love, our hearts filled with sweetness, yet tinged with shyness. I kept glancing at her; she leaned against
me, completely absorbed. In the sea of people, we were a perfectly matched couple... husband and wife.

Everything changed.

Yesterday's me was dead.

(Sixteen) Postscript: The older I get, the more carefree

I become: To celebrate the New Year, I exclusively posted this New Year's greeting at the Dragon Gate Inn.

I believe I gave happiness to my daughter.

Like a dream come true, Min'er became my wife. When I woke up in the morning, she was sleeping naked beside me.

Her body was something I could never tire of looking at; I was somewhat obsessed. I couldn't bear to part with her pair of luscious breasts and pert
buttocks; she looked beautiful whether she was lying face down or reclining. But I had to go to work and didn't want to disturb her, leaving her still immersed in the afterglow of a night of
passionate love. I kissed her goodbye on her cherry lips. And in her sleep, she seemed to know someone had kissed her,
a sweet smile appearing on her lips.

I saw a woman completely dependent on me, receiving from me the love a woman desires from a man
—the love of a father and husband.

This was our married life. Min'er chose the leisurely life of a young mistress, going shopping, eating out, having afternoon tea, and playing mahjong with her old friends and
classmates. I was in a good mood, relaxed, and my colleagues...
Everyone can see I'm head over heels in love. It turns out love really does have a nourishing effect.

Min'er and I are an older man and a younger woman, but the age gap can be bridged by love. Compared to
professors like Liang Shiqiu and Yang Zhenning, who married students the age of their granddaughters, everyone knows
what their lives are like in the bedroom. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't. My academic knowledge can't compare to those two luminaries, but in bed
, I can still make my woman feel like she's in heaven several days a week. A

May-December romance needs at least sex and love to be considered normal. Min'er has repeatedly stated that sex is essential; she'll
ask me for it as a wife.

I can't neglect her sexually for too long. A wife who's not satisfied in bed won't be happy, and a unhappy wife won't be a happy
husband . Min'er has never complained about our sex life.

Frequent sex is all beneficial for middle-aged men. How do I maintain my sex life with Min'er?

Where does the energy come from? No need for Viagra or Indian herbal oil. Each time I ejaculate inside my daughter's and wife's vagina
, it's like a "recharge" of my sexual prowess, making my performance stronger and more powerful in the next encounter. I
have reason to overturn the doctrines of the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl).

Another discovery I've made is that paying attention to the pleasures of life can enhance sex life, something many men don't understand. Actually ,
it was only after living with Min'er that I gradually began to understand women's hearts and became more sensitive to their psychological and physiological needs.
You have to observe her behavior; her clothing and words all convey a message. For example, if she gets a new hairstyle or wears
a new dress, you can see it and tell her, and she'll be very happy. Because all of this is done for you, and as
her husband, you have to be mindful.

Moreover, the sexual desires that most couples rarely express verbally, because of our special relationship,
were laid . Min'er doesn't expect her father to have the stamina of a young man after becoming her husband. But she wants me
to promise that we won't stop having sex. It's a routine, and I won't accept anything less. Having eliminated excuses of being too busy or too tired,
I'd better be prepared to have sex every night.

As we get older, we still have to deal with new things, one after another. Even on weekends and holidays, I have to accompany her shopping at her company, and
my legs are sore after less than half a day. I also have to show interest in the clothes she wants to buy
, and if she asks for my opinion, I have to give her a satisfactory response. Making love doesn't feel tiring, but being her accomplice is much more tiring. But this is my responsibility as her husband—spending money and effort
. And I've found that all women are the same; the satisfaction she gets from shopping enhances the romance in our bedroom. We

need to remember that we are still adjusting to our relationship. We are both father and daughter, and husband and wife, but emotionally,
we want others to see us as a couple.

If someone mistakes us for father and daughter in public, it makes Min'er unhappy and
embarrasses . Min'er complains that I'm not doing enough. She seems to mind my appearance, that I look older than my actual age. She says my clothes
are too old-fashioned and too restrictive, making us look mismatched.

She insisted on dyeing my hair black and buying me a wardrobe full of fashionable casual clothes.

She spent a lot of time persuading me to wear a jacket instead of a full suit to a company social gathering.

She said, "Honey, if you don't want people to look down on us, you need to dress younger. Could you put aside your
executive persona and dress more casually? If you relax, the people around you will feel more at ease too."

Little by little, I became more casual in my clothing, you could call it growing more carefree with age. In
social situations, with Min'er by my side, we looked less and less like father and daughter.
I didn't care about the gossip and pointing fingers from colleagues and neighbors; I continued to do as I pleased.

Min'er took a liking to a mixed Chinese-Western neighborhood on an outlying island, thinking its Westernized lifestyle suited
us better. So, I uprooted my house and moved there, immersing myself in the new neighborhood. Neighbors addressed each other by their Western names, and
no one cared what others did behind closed doors. And I didn't have to fear them knowing Min'er was my young wife.

One day, I came home a little late, and Min'er wasn't home; there was a lingering smell of cigarette smoke. I called her
, and she said she was at a coffee shop at the pier with Suqin. A pang of fear gripped me, afraid that Suqin would cause trouble,
and even more afraid that they would say hurtful things to each other. I went to find them. But there they were? Women, chatting and laughing happily.

"Honey, you're here." Min'er called me "honey" in front of Suqin, completely unexpected, leaving me momentarily
speechless, a wave of heat shooting through my ears. Lost in thought, Min'er stood up, affectionately taking my hand
and leading me to sit beside her.

"Honey, would you like a cup of Blue Mountain coffee?" she said, ordering one for me from the proprietress.

I glanced at Suqin; she wore no makeup, a cigarette between her fingers, still possessing that same alluring beauty.

I hadn't seen her since Min'er returned. For months, I'd missed her. I tried
to guess what they'd discussed from their expressions. Suqin, aware I was scrutinizing her, looked out the window at the sea view.

"Honey, we're all relatives, why are you so reserved? Aunt Suqin and I sat
and chatted happily all afternoon. Didn't we?" she said, looking at Suqin. Suqin quickly agreed.

"What did you say? Can I hear it?" I asked suspiciously.

"Honey, don't worry, we didn't say anything bad about you behind your back. But it's all related to you, and we
can't reach an agreement if you don't agree. Let's not go into the details, just the conclusion. Aunt Suqin said that you've
taken care of . My cousins have been raised by you since they were little, and I cherish them and treat them like my own siblings.
So, Aunt Suqin's idea is that since my cousins don't have a father, they want me to be their godmother and you to be their godfather. Is that right, Aunt
Suqin ?"

"Yes, yes, if they don't mind that they're mischievous..." Suqin answered hastily, but she didn't dare
look Min'er in the eye.

"Honey, what about you? Do you agree?"

In this situation, I could only say "yes." I said. "But don't just assume it's your choice; it has to be something they,
the siblings, are willing. They're used to calling her 'cousin,' are they willing to have you as their godmother?"

"Big brother, no problem. My two children have always respected Cousin Min'er, and Min'er has always been very good to them . Being their godmother would
bring them even more benefits; they'd be overjoyed."

"That's good then. From now on, we'll be even closer, truly family. Aunt Suqin, don't treat us like
outsiders; bring your cousins over to play often. Daddy also misses you and hopes to see you more often. Oh, honey, I
've said what's on your mind, haven't I?"

I didn't know how to answer her, so I changed the subject. Suqin lowered her head; a sensitive, awkward
situation had arisen. Min'er broke the silence, saying, "Aunt Suqin, you said you envied me. What do I have to envy?"
"Well? We've all been hurt by bad men. I'm just a little luckier; I have a good father to rely on, and he
cares about . It's just that he cares about you in a different way. Honey, tell me, isn't that right?"

I said, "Yes." Then Suqin looked at her watch and said the ship was about to depart, so we helped Suqin onto the ship. Min'er,
feigning maturity and experience, reverted to her innocent self and laughed heartily. She said, "Honey, your
Aunt Suqin is difficult to deal with. She threatened me by saying she knows your secret with me. I invited her over
and told her that everyone on this island, including the coffee shop owner and the supermarket clerk, knows about your
cohabitation ." I asked her to give up on you, and then promised that we would take care of her in the future, and that my cousin and his
wife would become my godson and goddaughter…

“Min’er, why didn’t you tell me beforehand so I could be prepared? Is there anything else I need to know that I
don’t yet know?”

“Honey, how did I know I had something else to tell you? You have to be prepared for this, I’m
afraid you can’t handle it.”

“What is it? Tell me quickly. I’m having a heart attack.”

“You can’t have a heart attack, you have to live, because I’m pregnant, pregnant…”

I stared at her, waiting for her to finish. What was she pregnant with? Like her mother, did she have
a terminal illness ?

“Honey, I’m pregnant with a baby. You have to treat me well from now on!”

Her voice became very soft and coquettish. On the beach at dusk, she hid herself in my arms, and
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. This was unexpected news, and I trembled with excitement. I leaned against the railing, holding
Min’er tightly, feeling her solidity, and doubting my ears.

“Really?”

Min’er nodded shyly. I was overwhelmed with emotion; I never imagined I'd have a child so late in life. Having my daughter marry me, become my
partner, and enjoy the sweetness of married life has far exceeded my wildest dreams. I never expected my daughter to bear me
a child. Having a son to carry on the family line was the long-cherished wish of my elderly mother in the countryside.

Words cannot express my gratitude to Min'er. She said she didn't know if she could be a good mother.

I said, "I also thought having children wasn't on your mind, so why did you get pregnant?" She said, "Yes, I
never thought I'd be a mother. But you're so capable, and things happened this way; it must be God's will...

" That "physical vow" we made that night led to a nimble sperm secretly resisting. Unprotected sex, and I conceived
on the first try. Min'er had stopped taking birth control pills and forgot to ask me to wear one during sex. We'd
never , assuming Min'er was using contraception. However, with that foreigner, I initially didn't know if he was clean
, so I always insisted he use a condom. She stopped taking the pills, but I, without a second thought, never considered using a condom
before having sex, especially on that passionate night…

Unable to wait to get home, I grabbed Min'er's breast on the dock and gave her a deep kiss. Min'er,
my daughter, my wife, you are my happiness.

While accompanying Min'er to the hospital for a checkup, I encountered a very familiar face in the waiting room. She noticed me staring at
her and tried to walk away, so the doctor called him in. I asked Min'er if she had noticed that woman. She said she
thought she recognized her but couldn't quite place her. Just as our eyes met, searching for a name to match that face
, Min'er suddenly blurted out a name—her ex-husband's name.

"How could that be? It's a woman, how could it be him?"

Curiosity kept us waiting. When she came out, I unexpectedly called out his name loudly. She
instinctively , with nowhere to hide. It really was him; finally, she recognized us.

I called him "Gorilla," though he wasn't actually that rugged; it was just a metaphor, an insult to his "
violin " skills. He was Min'er's classmate from her overseas studies. Facing Min'er, he apologized directly, tears streaming down his face, recounting his
ordeal.

He had treated Min'er roughly, a way for him to seek sexual stimulation, but to no avail. He had a sexual
dysfunction , discovered before marriage, believing it would resolve itself. Then, in a bar, he was seduced by a man,
and after having sex with him, he discovered his dysfunction stemmed from gender dysphoria. So, he secretly dressed
as a woman, made love to men, and found pleasure in it. The affair Min'er mentioned was actually with
a boyfriend he met later.

After the divorce, he simply changed into women's clothing, wearing skirts, high heels, and stockings, and lived with that man.
Good heavens , I used to despise him, but now seeing him act like a girl, wiping away tears with a handkerchief while begging
his daughter for forgiveness, half my resentment vanished. Min'er was moved and cried too.

Memories of those hellish days resurfaced. It's all in the past, but the irreparable wounds remain. I held her
tightly , comforting her.

But what could I do with him? Should I vent my anger on him? Or should I make him kneel on the ground, lift
his buttocks, and let me thrust into him a hundred times for my own pleasure? Yes, that inner demon resurfaced—Min'er being forced
to wear leather panties, becoming a sex slave, lying on the bed, being whipped—that image haunted me again.

That inner demon possessed me, making my penis as hard as iron, turning me into a gorilla, wanting me
to humiliate my own daughter like he did. I made her my wife… She'd suffered enough.
The perverse lust ignited by that inner demon shouldn't be vented on my already suffering daughter; it should be directed at the gorilla.

But if I poured my lust onto him, wouldn't that be exactly what he wanted? My punishment of him would become his
pleasure… What could I do with him?

I let him go.

He asked us, "How is life?" I told him that after Min'er's divorce, she was with me, and I loved her dearly;
she was happy. She came to the hospital for a checkup after becoming pregnant. He didn't ask who the father was. I repeatedly apologized to Min'er and wished her well

. Min'er didn't even look at me properly, and didn't say a word. At that moment, a burly man came in and took him away.
I introduced him and greeted him politely. The man kissed the
man's heavily made-up, eyebrows-drawn face with a soft kiss. The man playfully tossed his long hair, stood on tiptoe, and returned the kiss, then let the
man put his arm around his waist and lead him away intimately.

Watching them go, following their backs through the hospital corridor, I saw a couple cuddling, the man
's hand sliding down to his "woman's" buttocks…

Min'er nudged me and called out, "Honey, are you alright?" Only then did I wake from my dreamlike reverie
.

I asked her, "And you? Are you sad?" I saw tears welling up in her eyes, wiped them away, and took her
cold hand. I, too, wept, sighing deeply.

That night, we all went to bed with our own worries. Min'er seemed still emotionally unstable. I tried to kiss her and suckle her
nipples, which were swollen from pregnancy. She wasn't in the mood for sex; her reaction was lukewarm, which was unusual.

I turned her body around and hugged her, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. I said to her, "
Are you still troubled by what happened today? I never imagined he would become a different person."

"Don't mention him anymore. He disgusts me."

"Yes, don't mention him anymore. After seeing how he was today, you'll be completely heartbroken for him, which is actually
a good thing. It's better for you to separate than for the two of you to force yourselves to stay together, and neither of you will be happy. That's
a blessing in disguise, isn't it?"

"Yes," Min'er said.

"Min'er, let me tell you something. I finally understand. The gorilla's physical abuse of you wasn't just
skin-deep torture, it was psychological. He has a sexual disorder, which prevented you from ever experiencing normal sex.
Therefore, I understand your needs even more. I will work harder to make love with you, to make you a
woman ."

Min'er's eyes glistened with tears. I didn't speak, but gently embraced her and kissed her. Her lips trembled
as I pecked at them a few times, then she pressed closer, demanding more. She said, "Daddy, you're so good to me. Sometimes, I
feel I don't deserve your love."

"Silly daughter, why are you saying these things? I should have given her to someone else, but I've taken her all."

"Husband, I like you taking me all. Take me all."

As she kissed me, she took off her robe, revealing the mature allure of a pregnant woman, her naked body
clinging to me. It was like touching her skin for the first time, making me unbearably itchy. I should say, she suddenly gave
me a new experience with her body, arousing my desire to possess her.

We kissed and caressed each other, two fingers probing into her vagina, gently teasing. In
the crevice of her juicy, tender flesh, my fingers became nimble, skillfully penetrating her sensitive spot
.

The strange erection that had been rising since the afternoon pressed down, thrusting deeper into the woman beneath me, penetrating deeply, but
not daring to press too hard, lest it disturb the flesh inside her. I heard soft moans and her calls in my ear, sometimes
calling me husband, sometimes daddy, clinging to me tighter, lifting her hips, pushing my penis deep inside…

The gorilla was no longer there. I no longer thought about how to make love with Min'er. We eagerly
welcomed our bodies to a peak of excitement, not a surge of blood, a dramatic rise and fall. I didn't intend to push it to that
point ; I only wanted Min'er, my beloved daughter, to feel my sincerity and tenderness.

I didn't tell Min'er that my opinion of the gorilla had changed. From hating him, to pitying him.
To , he became an oddball, living an unconventional life. Just like Min'er and me, when we came together and
lived together, others had all sorts of opinions about us. Before, didn't I also despise incest, unable to
accept father-daughter love, finding it disgusting? Would we rather break up because of others' opinions, suffering a lifetime of pain?

Or would we rather love each other and live happily? If the gorilla knew that Min'er and I were together, he would bless us.

We never met the gorilla again. He disappeared forever; all the photos of him, including those of Min'er
over the years , vanished from Min'er's photo album.

As Min'er's belly grew larger, an uninvited guest arrived. It was Johnny, who flew all the way from
America . I believed I could handle him and let him stay in a guest room. Johnny was indeed deeply in love with Min'er
and a man of deep feeling. He saw Min'er happily pregnant and the happy
moments . He told me he was relieved and sincerely wished us well.

It was Lunar New Year's Eve, and Suqin and her child were having their family reunion dinner at our house early in the morning. Johnny saw Suqin in a modern cheongsam, and with
her captivating figure, he was utterly mesmerized. Min'er, observing this, knew perfectly well that Suqin possessed every characteristic of the beautiful Chinese woman the foreign
young man attracted to.

We created opportunities for Johnny to get closer to Suqin. Johnny was so direct; if he loved, he loved.
Although language was a barrier, body language was enough. Suqin also sensed that someone had fallen for her at first sight and
was becoming infatuated. When Min'er pulled Suqin to the kitchen to wash dishes, I saw her giving her instructions. Suqin shook her head vigorously, indicating no,

finally reaching a tacit understanding. Min'er left the child with us for the New Year, and had Suqin take Johnny to the New Year's market,
asking him to take Suqin home. Johnny didn't come back overnight, indicating that things had progressed smoothly.

Suqin worried that Johnny was too young and not a good match. Foreigners can't tell the age of Eastern women, and they're more attractive than
Western women . Johnny mistakenly thought Suqin and Min'er were sisters, and we went along with it, pushing this "older woman-younger man" relationship
to another stage. Min'er, with her firsthand experience, convinced Suqin that Johnny was a rare good man, and she wouldn't have let him go if
it weren't for me.

Suqin was quite skilled in bed, and Johnny already worshipped her like a goddess. He
kept praising the delicate beauty and smoothness of her skin. So Min'er acted as matchmaker, and both parties were willing. Suqin went to America to live together first, and then
they got married. The good thing was settled. I promised Suqin that when she remarried, I would be the officiant and lead her into the church. But this had to
wait until after Min'er gave birth.

After the child was born, Min'er and I planned to take the child back to our hometown for a visit, so that the child could call his grandmother "Grandma."
The doctor said there was a high chance our child was a boy, which gave us peace of mind and increased our chances of meeting our relatives and friends back home
.

I'm the only son in three generations, and my mother hopes I can find a way to have a son. Min'er isn't a grandson,
and although my mother's thinking is old-fashioned, she's always doted on me, her only daughter. Now, Min'er wants to ask her for
the status of a daughter-in-law. Her grandmother, for the sake of the ancestors, wants her grandson to "return to the family line," so the family's lights will be lit, and the wealth will flow back to their own
fields . She'll accept it.

My story goes on. To write it, I haven't been able to go to bed for many nights. Min'er has
developed a dislike for my computer and has complained many times.

"Honey, come to bed!"

Can you hear her calling me repeatedly? I have to stop here. Happy New Year, I can't neglect my wife.

She's wearing that semi-transparent bra and G-string, her big belly protruding, waiting for me in bed. In fact, my
penis has already become aroused from recounting my love story with Min'er. Can you have sex while your wife is pregnant?
We haven't stopped having sex even when she was pregnant. Just change positions.

As for whether I'll order her to wear those leather shorts, and lightly whip her snow-white buttocks,
the tickling on her skin and the pain in my heart? That's up to your imagination. Sexual acts have an end, but desire is endless.
The vast sky of imagination is yours to roam.

[The End]

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