[Urban] Dad Having Sex with a Girl (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter 10: First Glimpse of Talent (Part 2)

My hands once again encircled her waist, my penis still inside her, as I carried her onto the bed. When my penis emerged from her body, Zhao Xiaoyan looked up at me, my erect penis facing her. The deep red glans, glistening with her vaginal fluids, shimmered under the light. Then, I slowly brought my mouth to hers, pressing my entire body against hers, and then, once again, I slid deeply into her body. I supported myself on my elbows, staring into her eyes.

"Do you regret knowing me? Do you regret coming into my life?"

Zhao Xiaoyan answered with a gentle yet bold kiss, her vaginal muscles tightening as if gripping my penis that had invaded her vagina: "Xu Xu, only now do I realize I truly cannot live without you. I feel I need you so much." After saying this, she gently kissed the tip of my nose.

I lifted her hips with both hands, making her arch her back. She bent her legs back, widening the position for my entry.

Now I could enter her body completely without any obstruction.

Zhao Xiaoyan gave herself to me completely. Just like that moment when the lights went out in the Sunshine Hotel.

I raced rapidly inside her, and finally, under the impact of this frenzied movement and Zhao Xiaoyan's cries, the dam was breached. Zhao Xiaoyan and I reached the peak of sexual climax simultaneously. Love fluids, flesh, wildly pounding hands and feet, and sharp panting. The force of my ejaculation and the heat inside her made Zhao Xiaoyan tremble involuntarily, the pleasure of sex rising to its peak, finally exploding, a rapid electric shock running through her entire body. Our lower abdomens were pressed tightly together, convulsing and heaving at the same time. With each contraction, small twitches occurred, until slowly relaxing, entering a state of floating in great pleasure.

I also completely collapsed. But I still clung tightly to Zhao Xiaoyan's body, still convulsing spontaneously, my pulsating penis finally slowly softening and lowering. Our lips were tightly pressed together. Now she used her tongue to imitate what my penis did when it was full of desire, sucking and moving in my mouth. Zhao Xiaoyan gazed deeply at me, her body relaxing, still savoring the trembling sensation deep within.

Everything was done; she had been loved. I don't remember who said it, "To be loved is a kind of happiness."

As I left the still-sleeping Zhao Xiaoyan in the morning light, I began to yearn for the future life at the club.

I am a normal man, a man like most who is powerless against beauty. I am not a saint, much less the gentleman people praise. Facing the beauties of the club, I think my feelings at that moment were no different from Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Jun's; only years of moral education told me what I should and shouldn't do. But today, I'm more willing to let those moral constraints go to hell.

Perhaps besides money, sex can bring these girls a sense of warmth and love. As I prepared to leave the bedroom, I couldn't help but shake my head with a bitter smile at myself for making so many excuses for my licentious indulgence.

When I arrived at the lobby downstairs, I found that four girls, except Zhao Xiaoyan, were already up early, exercising in the gym. When Sun Yan saw me approaching, she stepped off the treadmill. She took my arm playfully and said, "Dad, when will you love us like you love our eldest sister?"

I looked at them, somewhat confused, while the other three girls just secretly laughed.

"Dad, didn't you notice our ID cards are still on your desk in your room? We forgot them when we left yesterday, but when we tried to get them back, we found..." Qian Qian's hesitant expression suddenly reminded me—had they seen me and Zhao Xiaoyan in bed last night?

"Dad, you're so good to our eldest sister. If we could receive your love like she does, we'd be so happy," Li Xi said longingly, hugging her sister Li Hui from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder.

"Yes, Dad! Hahaha!" the girls laughed.

"Okay, you're sure to have a chance? But I have to go to work now. I'll definitely love you properly when I have time." With that, I practically fled the villa. Let alone four, even two would be too much for me. It's better to leave sooner rather than later. As I turned around, I heard the laughter of several girls behind me.

After leaving the city government office building, I took a car directly towards the Public Security Bureau. Zhao Jun on the phone thought I wanted to ask about Xie Xiaobei, but I was more concerned about whether Liu Xiangyang would attend the club's gathering tomorrow.

Xie Xiaobei had called me this morning to tell me the situation. As for the commission issue, I told her to negotiate with Wang Zhihao. I didn't want to directly interfere in the club's affairs. I just asked Xie Xiaobei to keep in touch with me. I didn't want Zhao Jun to suspect me. In short, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy, but in this materialistic society, I have to be careful. As for whether Xie Xiaobei can help me, we'll see later.

After finding Zhao Jun in the director's office, before I even had a chance to admire this office I was visiting for the first time, Zhao Jun pulled me towards the parking lot downstairs. As we climbed into the Mitsubishi Jeep, Zhao Jun said, "Shall I take you to see Xiao Bei?"

"Okay, I think I should know her current situation, so I don't have to be clueless when my old classmate asks me," I said with a smile.

"Xiao Bei is a really good girl, young, beautiful, and quite sensible. I've arranged for her to work at the Golden Shield Guesthouse in our Public Security Bureau, as a lobby manager. This guesthouse is owned by the Public Security Bureau; it was originally just for internal staff, but after the reform and opening up, it was expanded and renovated, and now it's a three-star establishment, open to the public. I hope arranging Xiao Bei here didn't embarrass you, brother?"

Zhao Jun said with a grin.

"Brother Zhao, don't try to fool me. We both know what's going on. Hehe, actually, as long as Xiao Bei is willing, what can I say? By the way, Brother Zhao, you didn't do anything to Xiao Bei, did you? You have to tell me the truth now; I need an explanation," I asked, feigning suspicion.

“Brother, you know what kind of person your brother Zhao is. Although he can be a bit of a scatterbrain, I'm not like I am with Xiao Bei, unlike with other girls. Other relationships are just casual flings, but don't worry, I have to be fair to you when it comes to Xiao Bei. I'll treat her well.” After Zhao Jun finished speaking, the car stopped in front of a building with a neon sign that read “Golden Shield Guesthouse.”

After getting out of the car, Zhao Jun and I didn't find Xie Xiao Bei in the lobby. Finally, led by Zhao Jun with a mysterious smile, we found Xie Xiao Bei watching TV in a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment on the top floor. Wearing casual sportswear, Xie Xiao Bei had her long hair tied into two ponytails, making her look even more energetic and vibrant. Zhao Jun might have been attracted to Xie Xiao Bei because of her vitality and youth. My arrival made the somewhat relaxed Xie Xiao Bei become reserved.

“Brother Xu, what brings you here?” Xie Xiao Bei asked, her big eyes wide.

"Brother Zhao, look, look, it's only been a day. And you won't even let me come see him." I said jokingly.

"No, Brother Xu, that's not what I meant. You've been so busy, I thought you wouldn't have time. Of course I'm happy you came to see me. Director Zhao has helped me find a job, right here at this guesthouse. I haven't thanked you yet." Xie Xiaobei quickly explained.

"If you're going to thank someone, it shouldn't be me, right, Brother Zhao?" I asked, looking at Zhao Jun.

"If we're going to thank someone, it should be you, little brother. Haha!" Zhao Jun laughed heartily at Xie Xiaobei.

"Let's not thank each other, it's too formal. It's a good thing that you helped Xiaobei find a job. To be honest, Xiaobei, you should thank Director Zhao a lot." I turned to Xiaobei and said.

Upon hearing my words, Xie Xiaobei immediately lowered her head, trying to hide her blushing face, and stood there speechless. I thought to myself, "This Xie Xiaobei is truly a natural actress. This club is really full of talent. I really need to do some research tomorrow."

"I'm going to the restroom. You two siblings can chat," Zhao Jun said with a smile and walked towards the restroom.

After making sure Zhao Jun had closed the door, I pulled Xie Xiaobei towards the balcony: "Xiaobei, you've reached what you wanted today. What happens next depends on your own destiny. But you must remember one thing: it's best not to mention the club at all. This is not only for me but also for your own future."

Xiaobei nodded and said, "Dad, I'll remember. Thank you."

"You can't call me that anymore. I think from today onwards, you're no longer related to the club. As for the commission, Wang Zhihao will contact you," I said, patting Xiaobei's shoulder.

"You two siblings seem to be having a lively chat. What are you talking about?" Zhao Jun asked, wiping his hands with a towel as he walked towards the balcony.

"Director Zhao, not much. I just asked Brother Xu to pass on a message to my brother, saying I'm doing fine," Xiao Bei replied cleverly.

"Look, you've been so busy talking, Xiao Bei, you haven't even poured a glass of water for your Brother Xu," Zhao Jun said, adopting a host's attitude.

"I just arrived yesterday, I haven't prepared anything. Should I go downstairs and buy some fruit?" Xie Xiao Bei looked at Zhao Jun, and after he smiled and nodded, she left the room.

"Brother Zhao, you're really lucky. Sigh! To be honest, I'm younger than you and not too ugly, so why don't any girls like me?" I said, feigning a sigh.

"Little brother, are you making fun of your older brother? How about a policewoman? Should I introduce you to one in our bureau? Haha!" Zhao Jun teased.

"A policewoman? Please, have mercy on me. Do you think I'm any good at handling a policewoman? You know, I almost forgot. The girl you took me to that club the other day was pretty. When'll I have another chance to go with you, bro?" I said with a laugh.

"Oh right, I almost forgot. Tomorrow's the weekend, and that old bastard Liu Xiangyang is asking me to go with him. Why don't you come tomorrow?" Zhao Jun said somewhat hesitantly.

"Forget it, there's an advantage to going alone. Maybe next time," I said, a little disappointed.

"Hey, bro, it's been so long. Forget about it. That old bastard said he's going to Yunnan next month for some kind of horticultural expo and wants someone from the club to go with him. I'll call you along after he leaves," Zhao Jun said, patting my shoulder reassuringly.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, but inside I couldn't help feeling excited about this sudden opportunity.

Chapter 10: First Glimpse of Talent (Part 2)

Since Liu Xiangyang's attendance at the party was a done deal, what to do next was up to the girls; I couldn't offer much help. After leaving Zhao Jun's place, I went straight back to Baoruixuan. After all, Hu Xiaoqiao held a firm place in my heart. Xiaoqiao was much better now; aside from not wanting to go to work at the municipal government, everything else had returned to normal. Since she didn't want to go, I didn't want to reopen old wounds. Back home, I had Xiaoqiao change into some casual clothes so I could take her out for a walk.

It had been almost a year since I came to this city, and I had never really taken the time to properly explore this bustling, emerging metropolis. Looking at the somewhat excited Xiaoqiao, it reminded me so much of our time on the university campus. I remember how we planned every date in advance, how our hearts raced with excitement at the approach of each date, and how sweet and affectionate we were on every date.

In the summer, whenever we bought cold drinks, we'd only buy one bottle and two straws. We'd drink face-to-face, and Xiao Qiao would take out a tissue to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

In the winter, Xiao Qiao always liked to unbutton my down jacket, put her hands behind my back, hug me, and rest her face against my chest, letting me wrap her tightly in my clothes. However, the sky over S City no longer displays those gracefully falling snowflakes.

"Xiao Qiao, let's go shopping tonight. I haven't really explored the city properly with you since we got here." I took Xiao Qiao's hand and led her out of the room.

"Hmm... I want to buy clothes, cosmetics, and eat snacks. Oh, and I want to go to Window of the World too." Xiao Qiao said excitedly and expectantly.

"Okay, okay, you can go wherever you want tonight, I'll go with you." After saying that, I gently kissed her forehead, and Xiao Qiao took my arm and rushed out of the elevator that had stopped on the first floor.

We seemed to have returned to our school days, and Xiao Qiao kept pulling me to look here and there. When buying clothes, she asked me if this one or that one looked good. But after we'd both decided, she said at the last minute that the clothes didn't suit her.

We wandered around the city's commercial center, sipping iced bubble tea and eating Xinjiang-style roasted lamb skewers. Hearty smiles were always with us, and the expressions on the faces of the young people passing by seemed to be infected by our joy.

While watching the large-scale folk dance performance at Window of the World, Xiao Qiao scattered popcorn all over the ground. After the performance, we strolled hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, along the dimly lit park paths. Sometimes we chuckled softly, sometimes we whispered secrets. At that moment, I forgot everything; the past was gone, and the future was something to look forward to. Under the starlight and moonlight, with my beloved by my side, what more could I ask for?

On the taxi ride home, Xiao Qiao was clearly tired and fell asleep on my shoulder. When the car stopped at Bao Rui Xuan, I gently shook her shoulder, but the sleeping Xiao Qiao was unwilling to wake up. Looking at Xiao Qiao, smiling in her sleep, I stopped shaking her and gently lifted her from the car. Back in the bedroom, I carefully placed her on the bed and we fell asleep in each other

's arms. Early the next morning, Zhou Lin appeared downstairs as usual. After greeting her, I drove straight to the club.

Before tonight, I needed to give those girls further instructions. Regardless of success or failure, I thought it best to be cautious and thorough in the first step of the plan. The girls at the club had varying feelings about the first task given to them by their father. It was still Yang Xiaoman's room, still around the sofa in front of the glass coffee table. Except for Zhao Xiaoyan standing behind me, the others were all sitting around, waiting for my instructions.

"First, I want to thank everyone for their trust in me. You all know I work for the municipal government, and accepting the club is merely a favor I'm doing; this club will eventually be returned to its owner. My purpose in having you get close to Liu Xiangyang, the municipal party secretary, is simply to gain more insight into this top official of S City and learn more about him to aid my future work."

"Second, regarding what I've said about Liu Xiangyang himself, I think it's necessary for everyone to approach him strategically, knowing his strengths and weaknesses. As the highest authority in S City, Liu Xiangyang certainly has no shortage of women around him, and not just any woman can catch his eye." "

I remember telling you not long ago that he might have physiological problems, yet he still frequents brothels. This suggests he's a person who is sexually insatiable and unable to resist temptation. Perhaps he's simply satisfying his possessiveness, or perhaps he's simply seeking to demonstrate the superiority of power. But for us, whatever his motives, what we need to do is pique his interest in you in order to obtain what you want and what I want."

"So, what I'm asking of you is to bring out the full potential of each of your unique charms tonight. Everyone has their own taste, and each of you embodies a range of feminine charms. As for who Liu Xiangyang will choose, that's up to you. I want to clarify that I won't be at this party tonight; I'll just be waiting for your news in this room. Finally, for you and for me, I wish you all the best." After saying this, I looked at everyone's expressions.

"Dad, I think everyone comes to this club for their own reasons. Someone like Liu Xiangyang is definitely the target of many girls in the club, and for us too, right? So, Dad, don't worry, we'll do our best. Hehe!" Qian Qian voiced everyone's thoughts.

"Yeah, someone like Liu Xiangyang has power and money. Who cares if he's good or not? I'd do anything for him if he took a liking to me," Sun Yan added.

"However, if Dad wanted us, I think none of you would want that bastard Liu Xiangyang, right?

Haha!" Li Xi laughed loudly.

“That guy’s dad’s got a beautiful woman already,” Li Hui said, glancing at me and then at Zhao Xiaoyan.

“Dad, do you think we should say hello to Wang Zhihao?” Zhao Xiaoyan whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll coordinate with Wang Zhihao. Okay, okay, you two go and get ready.

Dress up nicely from head to toe, inside and out. Anyway, there’s still time, you can go out for a facial and aromatherapy treatment. I hope you’ll all look radiant tonight. Remember, make the most of yourselves.”

I stood on the third-floor balcony, holding a wine glass in one hand and Zhao Xiaoyan in the other, facing the sea breeze and gazing at the endless horizon, reflecting on everything that had happened since arriving in S City.

When I boarded the train south with boundless enthusiasm, a wonderful life seemed to be beckoning me just ahead. From the moment I set foot on this land, I felt like my feet were rooted to the ground. But less than a year has passed, and now my life is like this horizon, with no shore in sight.

Zhao Xiaoyan remained silent, simply nestled quietly beside me, enjoying the comfort of the sea breeze.

At 7:30 PM, Sun Yan, Qian Qian, Li Hui, and Li Xi appeared in my room simultaneously. Together with Zhao Xiaoyan and Zhou Lin, who were already there, the room was instantly filled with a spring-like atmosphere.

The two Li sisters wore pure white silk halter dresses, their crystal necklaces and pendant earrings adding to their ethereal beauty and delicate charm. Their striking resemblance made them seem like celestial beings, unworthy of being on earth. I felt a pang of regret for having pushed them towards Liu Xiangyang.

Qian Qian, on the other hand, possessed a unique allure. Her long, curly hair was styled in a bun, with a few strands falling beside her ears. Her seemingly disheveled yet meticulously styled hair gave her a mature yet wild, composed yet alluring look. Her tight-fitting, beige sleeveless dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her incredibly alluring.

Sun Yan was still dressed incredibly sexy, in a strapless black corset-style mini dress, and she wasn't even wearing a bra underneath. Her high, firm breasts and the deep cleavage between them practically drowned out my gaze. Her slender, long legs, accentuated by black fishnet stockings, looked even more mysterious and alluring. The short skirt barely covered her large buttocks, and the faint shadows between her thighs beneath the skirt fueled my imagination.

At that moment, not only was I stunned, but Zhao Xiaoyan and Zhou Lin behind me also looked on with envy. As the four girls turned around in the room with their arms outstretched, Zhou Lin looked down at her own small 32C breasts and exclaimed, "So beautiful!"

"Dad, don't we look good?" Sun Yan said provocatively, hands on her hips in a model-like pose.

As I swallowed, I cleared my throat and walked to the middle of them, saying, "Hmm, all good, even better than I expected. Some say women are a landscape you can never get enough of, and I feel so lucky. As the saying goes, 'Once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing; once you've seen the clouds

of Wushan, other clouds are nothing.' After having you all, other women are nothing special in my eyes." "Dad, it's eight o'clock, we should go downstairs," Qian Qian said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Alright, remember what I told you. Xiao Yan, you take them downstairs. You're the only one here who recognizes Liu Xiangyang. After you identify him, come back to your room," I said, looking at Zhao Xiao Yan.

The girls were led out of the room by Zhao Xiao Yan, watched by Zhou Lin and me . The sound of piano music drifted out as the door opened.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off my slightly nervous yet expectant feelings, and sat down on the sofa. Zhou Lin stood quietly to my side. I didn't want to just sit there waiting for their news. Looking at Zhou Lin beside me, I suddenly remembered that I had once gotten an ID card for her. Although I never expected Zhou Lin to do anything for me, for some reason, the police station had given this quiet, unremarkable girl an ID card under the name Xu Yan. Maybe it was because she was usually quiet?

"Zhou Lin, I got you one when I got them new IDs last time." After saying that, I took the ID card out of the bedside drawer and gave it to Zhou Lin. Then I said, "By the way, how is your family doing now? If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

"Dad... you're so good to us. Now my younger siblings can go to school properly, and we've paid off our debts. Last time I sent money home, Mom and Dad asked me where I got so much money. I told them on the phone that I met a good boss. He's young, capable, and handsome." Zhou Lin slowly sat down beside me and gazed at me as she spoke.

I hurriedly averted my gaze from that innocent and sincere look. "This is your ID card. Use it from now on. I hope everyone around me can be safe and sound. You know what I'm doing now carries a certain degree of danger."

"Xu Yan? Dad, why did you name me that? I really wish I could do something for you like my older sister and the others." Zhou Lin looked at my evasive gaze and lowered her head, seemingly saddened, looking at the ID card in her hand.

I quickly turned around and took Zhou Lin's hand, saying, "Why did I name you that? I can't really explain it. I know you've always been silently caring for me. In this city where I have no friends, having a girl who cares about me like this, and being able to do something for you, makes me happy enough. How could I ask you to do anything for me?"

"Dad, I really want to stay by your side like this. Just stay by your side forever." Zhou Lin took my hand and leaned her face against my chest.

“Silly girl, you still have to get married someday, how can you just stay by my side like this? Besides, I don’t know how long I can manage this club. Finding a good man to marry is the real thing.” I pushed away the enthusiastic Zhou Lin and said sincerely.

“Dad, do you think I’m ugly? Do you think I’m not pretty enough?” Zhou Lin stood up excitedly and took off her top, revealing a pair of delicate and firm breasts that were about to burst out of her pink bra.

Just as she was about to unhook the back of her bra, I quickly stood up, took the top from her hand, and wrapped it around her chest, saying, “Zhou Lin, don’t be like this. You know I have a girlfriend, and Zhao Xiaoyan. It’s really not necessary for an innocent girl like you to be with me like this, without any status or relationship.”

“No, I know Dad looks down on me. I can’t do anything for Dad, I can’t do anything, I only know how to drive. But I really hope I can do something for you.” Zhou Lin hugged my waist tightly with both hands, and her bra fell off her chest.

Although Zhou Lin’s breasts were not big, I could still feel their presence in this embrace. The buttons on my shirt were being unbuttoned one by one by Zhou Lin's hands. I really wanted to push Zhou Lin's hands away, but I don't know where she got the strength, she pushed me onto the sofa, and her awkward kisses and stiff tongue began to lick my lips.

Chapter 10: First Glimpse of Talent (Part 2)

"Zhou Lin! Zhou Lin! Don't do this!" I said urgently, cradling Zhou Lin's shaking head.

"Dad, don't say anything, just give in to me this time," Zhou Lin said, leaning on my shoulder as she reached for my belt.

Touched, I reached behind her and gently stroked her. When Zhou Lin knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down from my waist, she seemed a little flustered, but in a short moment, she straightened up and pulled her own pants off. She

was still wearing pink cotton underwear, her pubic bone protruding high, a few stray pubic hairs peeking out from the edge. Before I could even get a good look, Zhou Lin straddled me. As she sat down, even through her underwear, I could feel the heat of her private parts. Zhou Lin's kisses and caresses were extremely awkward, even stiff. However, the friction from her lower body was extremely natural and gentle. After our underwear was removed, Zhou Lin's face flushed red, from her neck to her shoulders and back.

Assassinating me, Zhou Lin nervously reached out and grasped my penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluids from the earlier friction, even her scrotum and pubic hair were sticky and matted together. After holding it firmly, Zhou Lin frowned and slowly lowered herself onto her vagina.

My hands could just barely cover her breasts, gently kneading them. Looking up, Zhou Lin clenched her teeth, a faint breath slowly seeping into her chest, but no exhalation. Once my penis was fully inside her, Zhou Lin held me tightly, motionless.

The tight grip, the heat, the writhing, the sucking—waves of pleasure surged through my penis. The prolonged placement inside Zhou Lin aroused a desire to explode. I thrust my lower body forward, each thrust eliciting a tremor from Zhou Lin.

Gradually, Zhou Lin began to respond, and only when she started moaning did I begin to move in sync with her swaying hips. This position was no longer enough for my needs, so I picked her up and pressed her down on the sofa, looking at her messy, abundant pubic hair, and seeing streaks of dark red as my penis entered and exited. Zhou Lin's moans turned into screams, and I buried my head in the sofa and thrust vigorously. Zhou Lin, whose pain had disappeared in the pleasure, grabbed my hair like a madwoman.

The party at eight o'clock had only just begun, but the hall was already packed with people, making the usually spacious hall seem cramped. Under the lights, men and women in red and green gathered in small groups, some laughing heartily, some whispering, some looking around, and some with infatuated eyes.

Zhao Xiaoyan and four other girls sat at the bar, watching everything unfold before them. Every woman who came here harbored the same purpose, yet each exuded an air of unapproachability; every man who came carried his hunting rifle, waiting for his prey, yet each appeared so refined and courteous.

"This 'Peaceful and Prosperous' place is practically a royal hunting ground," Zhao Xiaoyan thought to herself, her gaze searching for Liu Xiangyang. "Although we are the prey, tonight we are the hunters!"

Wang Zhihao moved through every corner of the hall, clearly the master of the place. He exchanged pleasantries with every man he passed, his subtle flattery and gracious responses displaying his composure and wit. Zhao Xiaoyan, meanwhile, searched for Liu Xiangyang. On the right side of the hall, Zhao Jun's hearty laughter caught her attention, and when he came into view, he also spotted Liu Xiangyang. Zhao Xiaoyan immediately moved closer to the bar; she didn't want Zhao Jun to recognize her.

"Look, in the third row on the right, wearing a gray suit and a purple tie, the one with the strong build is Liu Xiangyang," Zhao Xiaoyan said to the four girls.

"He looks alright, and his physique is good too," Sun Yan said.

"You guys try to find a topic to talk about with him, and it would be best to participate in their conversation. After you go over there, those other girls will definitely let Liu Xiangyang choose first, so just be prepared." After Zhao Xiaoyan finished speaking, she went upstairs.

Watching their eldest sister's departing figure, the four girls composed themselves, looked at each other, and walked across the hall to the right. Qian Qian was in front, the Li sisters were in the middle, and Sun Yan was at the back, and they all arrived near Liu Xiangyang's table. The Li sisters sat down in the chair to Liu Xiangyang's left, while Qian Qian and Sun Yan sat down in the chair to his right.

"Secretary Liu, the first phase of Metro Line 1 has passed the inspection by the National Quality Inspection Department. You should be relieved now, right?" A middle-aged man with a large belly bowed humbly to Liu Xiangyang.

"Yes, the successful acceptance of the first phase is something to celebrate. After all, it's a landmark project for S City to become an international metropolis. You'd better keep a close eye on the progress and quality from now on," Liu Xiangyang said casually.

"That's right, that's right. Secretary Liu, when will the funds for the second phase be disbursed?" the middle-aged man asked, wiping his forehead.

"Well, after the next meeting to discuss and confirm, the money will be transferred from the Finance Bureau to your account," Liu Xiangyang glanced at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him with a hint of disdain.

"No rush, no rush," the middle-aged man said, afraid that he might offend the secretary with any words. Seeing Liu Xiangyang's expression, he wisely remained silent.

"Enough with the nonsense. We're here to have fun. What's the point of a bunch of grown men sitting here chatting?" Zhao Jun said, sitting down next to Liu Xiangyang and glancing at him. Everyone greeted each other and dispersed, holding their glasses.

"Old Liu, I heard that S City has been designated as a pilot city for information technology development, and the municipal party committee and government have decided to allocate 150 million yuan to purchase IT equipment?" Zhao Jun asked, walking up to Liu Xiangyang.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong with you? You just said you were here to have fun, and now you're back to where you started. This isn't like you. By the way, I heard you didn't find anyone satisfactory last time you came? You'd better try harder tonight. Hehe," Liu Xiangyang teased.

"Old Liu, you're mistaken. It's not just here for singing and dancing. To be honest, I just met a girl a couple of days ago. She just graduated, young, beautiful, and innocent. She's here with you, isn't she? Hehe." Zhao Jun said smugly.

"You, you... Old Zhao, I don't even know what to say to you. I bet that girl isn't even an adult yet? Never mind, I don't need you to come along. It'll save you from making excuses." Liu Xiangyang added, leaning close to Zhao Jun's ear, "I'm not interested in virgins lying in bed." He then laughed twice and stood up.

As Zhao Jun walked towards the bar, Liu Xiangyang stood there, swirling his glass of wine, his eyes scanning the entire hall. Every girl in the hall looked so pure and lovely, with an extraordinary air about them. But in Liu Xiangyang's eyes, this wasn't what he wanted. Elegant demeanor and refined speech were less appealing to him than watching hostesses flirt and pose in hotels.

"In my eyes, Liu Xiangyang, what I want is for you to shed all pretenses, preferably like prostitutes.

No! More like slaves," Liu Xiangyang thought to himself, as he walked towards the piano located slightly to the left of the center of the hall.

No one was sitting on the piano bench; two girls stood beside it. One placed a wine glass on the piano and adjusted the other girl's brooch. Liu Xiangyang greeted the two girls as he approached and began chatting with them.

Li Hui tugged at Li Xi's hand and walked towards the piano. The two girls standing before the piano exchanged a smile and sat down on the short piano bench. A violin concerto, "The Butterfly Lovers," began to play from different registers between their fingers. Their nimble fingers, graceful figures, and expressive faces caught Liu Xiangyang's attention. She leaned back against the piano, listening to the beautiful music. What surprised her even more was the striking resemblance between the two girls. Apart from Liu Xiangyang and a few nearby men, not many people in the hall paid attention to the music or the girls playing.

At this moment, Liu Xiangyang felt more appreciation than desire. When the piece ended, and he was about to applaud to express his appreciation for the girls' wonderful performance, bursts of silvery laughter came from Sun Yan and Qian Qian. Their laughter was somewhat unrestrained, especially Sun Yan's. She was sitting directly facing Liu Xiangyang, and when he turned around, he noticed her breasts, unbound by a bra, jiggling with each laugh.

At this party where every girl was dressed in an evening gown, Sun Yan's sexy outfit was clearly out of place. When Liu Xiangyang turned to look at her, she also looked in his direction. Her slightly parted legs, oblivious to the laughter, were enough to arouse anyone's voyeuristic desires.

Liu Xiangyang was no exception; the shadow between her thighs sparked his fantasies. Sun Yan, sensing his gaze, immediately crossed her legs. Liu Xiangyang was disappointed and shifted his gaze to Sun Yan's face. As their eyes met, Sun Yan immediately composed herself, smiling and nodding at Liu Xiangyang. Liu Xiangyang raised his glass in return and slowly walked towards her.

In Liu Xiangyang's eyes, Sun Yan stood out among the many elegant girls, appearing somewhat alluring and unconventional. Her long, shapely legs, which she shifted back and forth intentionally or unintentionally, aroused Liu Xiangyang's voyeuristic desires.

When Liu Xiangyang sat down opposite Sun Yan, her deep cleavage and the faint nipples visible through her bra stimulated the nerves connecting to his lower body. Men are naturally like this; if she's completely naked, they see nothing special; if she's too elegant, they lose interest. Only Sun Yan's half-concealed manner can arouse an old fox like Liu Xiangyang. Qian Qian, sensing the situation, left Sun Yan's side and went to the two Li sisters.

"May I ask your name, Miss?" Liu Xiangyang asked with a smile.

"What name? Hehe. My name is Ni Yu, my surname is Xu. Ni is the 'Ni' of neon lights, and Yu is the 'Yu' of feathers. My full name is Xu Ni Yu. And you? What's your name?" Sun Yan blinked her eyes and asked Liu Xiangyang directly.

“Miss Xu has a rather cheerful personality. My name is Liu Xiangyang, which means ‘facing the sun.’ Haha!” Liu Xiangyang looked at Sun Yan with interest and said with a smile.

“Liu Xiangyang? You’re the Party Secretary of the Municipal Government?” Sun Yan asked, feigning surprise.

“I am in the Municipal Government or other workplaces, but not here. What about you? What do you do?” Liu Xiangyang said casually.

“That’s true. Men here are all beasts. Girls like us might get eaten by you beasts.” Sun Yan’s eyes were smoky, she bit her lip lightly, gently lowered her right leg from her left foot, and lightly brushed it across Liu Xiangyang’s left leg. She stood up, spread her arms, and continued, “Me? I design clothes and also work as a part-time model. Hehe.”

When Sun Yan’s foot brushed against Liu Xiangyang’s calf, Liu Xiangyang had a strong urge to pull her into his arms and rub her. When Sun Yan stood up, her height of nearly 1.75 meters made her look graceful and elegant.

“You’re quite tall, almost as tall as me.” Liu Xiangyang said, and then stood up as well.

"Am I tall? If a girl like me weren't taller, I wouldn't have a shred of self-respect in front of you. Hehe." Sun Yan walked up to Liu Xiangyang and whispered in his ear, her ample breasts rubbing against his arm.

The soft, tingling sensation of Sun Yan against his arm, coupled with his gaze down at the deep cleavage, ignited Liu Xiangyang's desire. He longed to crush those two large breasts in his hands. "I'm going to Yunnan the day after tomorrow for an international horticultural exposition. I wonder if Miss Xu would be interested in coming along?" Liu Xiangyang looked at the sexy beauty in his arms and went straight to the point.

"Secretary Liu, please don't joke with me. If you don't mind, I'd be happy to accompany you tonight. Hehe.

Come on, let's dance." Sun Yan said, pulling Liu Xiangyang towards the center of the hall.

Under the dim light, Sun Yan was extremely provocative towards Liu Xiangyang, her fragrant red lips sometimes lightly touching his earlobe, sometimes lightly brushing his nose. A pair of large breasts pressed against Liu Xiangyang's chest, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. Liu Xiangyang's lust burned even brighter, his large hands almost reaching under her skirt to knead her buttocks. While others were engrossed in their own beauty, Liu Xiangyang had already led Sun Yan away from the club.

All of this did not escape Zhao Xiaoyan's watchful eye from upstairs. Just as Zhao Xiaoyan was about to tell her father, she bumped into Qian Qian and the Li sisters returning home at the stairwell.

"I thought Liu Xiangyang would be interested in the Li sisters, but I didn't expect him to be interested in Sun Yan," Qian Qian said, somewhat surprised.

"That's called 'different strokes for different folks.' Who knows what men are really thinking? By the way, what were you and Sun Yan laughing about?" Zhao Xiaoyan asked.

“At the time, Sun Yan and I were discussing Li Hui and Li Xi’s expressions while playing the piano. Sun Yan said the two girls were being too affected, their expressions were kind of funny, and she laughed. I looked closely and laughed too. Who knew Liu Xiangyang would see us like that?” Qian Qian replied.

“Okay, let’s tell Dad first,” Zhao Xiaoyan said, leading the three girls towards my room.

The moment the door opened, all four girls froze. Zhou Lin was straddling me, naked, her head resting on my shoulder. I just kept my eyes closed, holding Zhou Lin in my arms, my mind wandering to what might happen next. Their entry didn’t wake me from my reverie. Zhao Xiaoyan quietly closed the door and went to her own room. Li Xi stuck out her tongue and smiled at everyone. When everyone entered Zhao Xiaoyan’s room, the girls burst into laughter.

After Sun Yan followed Liu Xiangyang out of the club, they went straight to the parking lot and got into a mediocre Toyota Accord. Liu Xiangyang even opened the car door for her with great gentlemanly manners. Although Liu Xiangyang was burning with desire, he was unusually well-behaved while driving. He only chatted with Sun Yan intermittently.

"When did Miss Xu graduate? How many years have you been working?" Liu Xiangyang asked without moving his head.

"Two years ago, I've been working in Shanghai since then," Sun Yan answered, turning to look at Liu Xiangyang.

"Oh, where are you from? How did you end up in S City?" Liu Xiangyang continued to ask. "

My hometown? Why are you asking so many questions, like you're checking someone's household registration?" Sun Yan pretended to be coy and continued, "I'm from Sichuan. As for how I ended up in S City, it's all because of you, Secretary Liu..."

"Because of me? I'm a little confused..." Liu Xiangyang touched his nose and said with a smile.

"Yes! It's all because of you. If it weren't for you making this city so prosperous, my sisters wouldn't have said there's money to be found on the ground. And if they hadn't said there was money to be found here, of course I wouldn't have come!" Sun Yan leaned closer to Liu Xiangyang, her firm breasts against his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, speaking in a slightly coquettish tone.

"Money on the ground? Haha. You guys are exaggerating S City too much, aren't you?" Liu Xiangyang nudged Sun Yan's chest with his elbow. At this moment, he found this girl increasingly interesting. How could such a charming and alluring woman speak so innocently?

“After arriving here, I realized it wasn’t like what they said at all. This city is beautiful, so beautiful that there’s not even any trash on the ground. Where would the money come from? Later, a friend of mine said it’s because you’re all looks and no brains! Secretary Liu, do you think I really am all looks and no brains?” Sun Yan finished speaking and pulled Liu Xiangyang’s right hand to press down on her chest.

Liu Xiangyang gently pressed his hand on Sun Yan’s chest twice, then turned his head and smiled at Sun Yan, saying, “Your friends are too ignorant, aren’t they? Don’t they know the phrase ‘beauty and wisdom combined’? In my opinion, this phrase can be used to describe you perfectly.” After saying that, Liu Xiangyang calmly removed his hand from Sun Yan’s chest.

Sun Yan simply leaned against the car window, propping her right leg up on the windshield, and stretched her left leg across the gap in the front seat to the back seat, saying, "Secretary Liu and the others said that girls with long legs are destined for poverty because I'm too tall. Do you think my legs are too long?"

Liu Xiangyang was just surprised that this girl had stretched her leg up to the windshield in front of her when she turned around and saw Sun Yan with her legs spread apart, half-hiding from her view. What surprised Liu Xiangyang even more was that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

However, the light inside the car was too dim, and he could only see dark pubic hair through the edge of her short skirt under the streetlights.

A car horn blared, startling Liu Xiangyang. The car swayed briefly before regaining its balance. Liu Xiangyang rubbed his nose again and said, "Ms. Xu, sit still and listen to me, or I won't be able to drive.

Besides, what's wrong with long legs? Ever heard of 'graceful and elegant'? That describes a woman with a slender figure like this!"

After Sun Yan retracted her long legs, the car stopped in front of a tall apartment building. Before getting out, Liu Xiangyang looked around from inside the car. He quickly walked to Sun Yan's car door, opened it for her, and led her by the hand towards the apartment entrance.

After a few clicks of the keypad, the iron gate opened. Once inside the elevator, Liu Xiangyang released Sun Yan's hand and said, "This is my place when I want some peace and quiet. You know how stressful work can be, especially in such an important position."

"Secretary Liu, aren't you worried I'll disturb your sleep if you bring me here?" Sun Yan said, linking her arm with Liu Xiangyang's.

Liu Xiangyang simply returned Sun Yan's slight smile, and the elevator stopped on the twenty-first floor. Reaching the door, Liu Xiangyang reached into the gap in the shutter and retrieved two keys, unlocking the door. The small apartment, a two-bedroom, one-living room unit of about 100 square meters, was decorated warmly. The pale yellow walls, bathed in soft, warm light, were fully furnished with furniture and appliances. Judging from the condition of the furniture and appliances, the apartment hadn't been furnished recently, or perhaps Liu Xiangyang himself rarely visited.

"What would you like to drink? Juice? Coke? Milk? Or wine?" Liu Xiangyang asked, standing in front of Sun Yan after she sat down on the sofa.

"I wish I had a home like this! Tonight I'd like some wine, preferably strong liquor!" Sun Yan said wistfully, opening her arms and leaning back on the sofa.

Liu Xiangyang chuckled, took a bottle of Erguotou from the liquor cabinet, and said to Sun Yan, "Isn't this a bit too much? How about we drink some beer or red wine?"

"This," Sun Yan replied, "when we were studying in Dalian, a few of us girls in the dorm loved to have a sip in the winter.

After drinking it, it felt like we were carrying a furnace on our backs when we went outside." Sun Yan stood up, snatched the bottle from Liu Xiangyang's hand, and unscrewed the cap .

After only four small glasses, Sun Yan felt as if her body was on fire, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

Liu Xiangyang simply sat opposite Sun Yan, his eyes darting between her breasts and thighs. He found this subtle sensation more stimulating than being naked, almost like accidentally seeing a girl's exposed skin on the street when he was young, making him incredibly aroused.

"It's so hot, I want to take a shower first," Sun Yan said, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

"Don't wash anymore, I love the smell of your sweat. It's the scent of your body. I think it's more intoxicating than any perfume." Liu Xiangyang grabbed Sun Yan's waist, his hands kneading her breasts.

At this moment, Liu Xiangyang no longer wanted to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor; lust had burned from his feet to his head, and his penis was bulging against his wide trousers. With a swift movement, he peeled off Sun Yan's corset dress. Liu Xiangyang was reminded of peeling onions at home when he was a child. Once the clothes were gone, only her fair and pink body remained.

Sun Yan, somewhat excited, also helped Liu Xiangyang undress, leaving him in his wide, floral-patterned boxer shorts. As Liu Xiangyang carried Sun Yan to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, the penis in Sun Yan's hand had lost its previous hardness. Lying naked on the bed, Sun Yan watched Liu Xiangyang anxiously touching her breasts.

Liu Xiangyang, facing his gradually limp penis, was somewhat puzzled: "Wasn't it hard in the car and in the living room? Why is it soft now?"

The more anxious he became, the more uncooperative it seemed, unable to even maintain its semi-soft state. He glanced at Sun Yan, who was naked on the bed, and turned to walk towards the bathroom, saying, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there!"

Sun Yan was even more confused. It was hard when she took off her pants, so why was it soft now that he was about to mount her? At first, she thought her father's information was wrong, but now it seemed to be true. But that wasn't entirely true either; how could it have gotten hard again just now? Sun Yan lay on the bed, racking her brains over this question. Meanwhile,

Liu Xiangyang, hiding in the bathroom, looked even more troubled. He had finally found a woman who could make him hard, so why did it fail at the crucial moment? Hiding in the bathroom wasn't a solution either. Thinking this, Liu Xiangyang pulled up his shorts and headed towards the bedroom.

When Liu Xiangyang returned to the bedroom, Sun Yan assumed he had regained his virility, and her legs parted slightly. Grabbing this man would not only earn her her father's approval, but the municipal party secretary would also shower her with benefits. However, in Liu Xiangyang's eyes, Sun Yan had lost all her allure. He had seen countless naked women; even though Sun Yan was beautiful and had a slender figure, the passion he felt earlier was gone. Liu Xiangyang

lay down beside Sun Yan, his large hands kneading her breasts like dough, his lips biting and nibbling at her neck, his breath damp with sweat.

"Ah! It hurts… be gentle…" Sun Yan cried out in pain, pushing Liu Xiangyang's head away with one hand and his hand against her chest with the other.

But Liu Xiangyang didn't care about Sun Yan's feelings. If he couldn't possess her, he wouldn't let this little girl have an easy time with him, even if it meant torment her. At this moment, Liu Xiangyang felt a sense of revenge for being unable to have sex. This was something he had never experienced before. Sun Yan's inner thighs had been pinched by Liu Xiangyang until they turned from red to blue, and there were also bite marks on her neck and breasts. Although the pain continued and she resisted, Sun Yan did not intend to give up, otherwise all her previous efforts would be in vain. Sun Yan was only struggling symbolically to alleviate the pain caused by this violence.

Liu Xiangyang suddenly knelt up, took out his limp penis, and rubbed it hard on Sun Yan's face, sometimes putting it in her mouth, sometimes pulling it out and slapping it on her face. Then he climbed on top of Sun Yan in a 69 position and buried his head in her lower body. Sun Yan still tried hard to suck on the penis in front of her, hoping to revive it miraculously, but all her efforts were in vain. Liu Xiangyang then used both hands to pinch the outside of Sun Yan's thighs and spread them out as far as possible, while his tongue and lips licked Sun Yan's genitals. The smells of sweat, urine, perfume, and semen were all mixed together. Yet Liu Xiangyang still opened his mouth wide and swallowed everything that was sucked in, down to his stomach in one gulp. (10-16
Me and My Seven "Daughters" Chapter Eleven)

His penis remained unresponsive, yet Sun Yan's wounds multiplied. When Liu Xiangyang finally gave up and wearily lay back down on the other side of the bed, Sun Yan relaxed her tightly knit brows and clenched teeth, but the pain radiating from all over her body persisted.

When Liu Xiangyang awoke to the sound of his phone ringing, Sun Yan was gone. He found only a phone number written on a piece of white paper on the bedside table. Sitting up, Liu Xiangyang was excited to find his lifeless penis was still erect. After answering the call, he slumped back down onto the bed.

"I haven't felt this way in so long, even morning erections are back. How can this be? I felt it at the club last night, in the car, and in the lobby. But why is it all gone now that I'm in bed?" Liu Xiangyang racked his brains, trying to recall everything that had happened the previous night.

"I remember now, I remember now! Whenever I intentionally or unintentionally spy on Xu Niyu, my penis gets excited along with my brain because of the excitement of spying. Do I have to spy to get an erection? But why did it get hard again just now?" While excited, there was also a slight disappointment, but at this moment, Liu Xiangyang was certain that Xu Niyu was a woman who could revitalize him.

Sun Yan spent the entire night in a semi-conscious state under the influence of alcohol. When a ray of sunlight appeared outside the window, Sun Yan walked out of the apartment. The first thing she did was call me.

"Dad... Waaah... Liu Xiangyang is not a human being... Waaah... He's a beast, impotent. He only knows how to abuse women..." Sun Yan cried to me.

"Sun Yan, where are you? What's wrong? Tell me where you are? I'll come pick you up right now!" I said anxiously.

"I don't know where I am... Waaah... Dad, please come and take me home!" After leaving Liu Xiangyang's room and hearing my voice, Sun Yan finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears.

"Take a taxi back to the club, I'll be right there!" After hanging up the phone, I gritted my teeth and muttered to myself, "Liu Xiangyang, I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Back in my room, I kissed the still peaceful Xiao Qiao on the cheek, then changed my clothes and ran downstairs.

When I reached Sun Yan's room from the club, she immediately threw herself into my arms and burst into tears.

I didn't know how to comfort the girl in front of me, so I just gently patted her back, letting her cry freely in my arms. After crying for a long time, Sun Yan slowly stopped, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and slowly pulled away from my arms. Looking at her red eyes, I felt like tearing Liu Xiangyang to pieces.

Sun Yan stood in front of me, tightly hugging herself in a bathrobe. After hesitating for a few moments, she finally said, "Dad, look!" Then, she tugged at her waist, and the bathrobe slipped off her body.

From her neck to her chest, from her waist to her thighs, patches of bruises tore at my heart. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I carried Sun Yan to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go find you some medicinal wine."

Then I ran downstairs.

I knocked on the security guard's door and yelled, "Does anyone have medicinal wine? For bruises and sprains?"

Several security guards, rubbing their sleepy eyes, jumped off the bed trembling when they saw it was me.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Medicinal wine! Do you have any? If not, go buy some for me right now!" I shouted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" One security guard pulled a half-empty bottle of medicinal wine from under the bed and handed it to me.

After getting the wine, I left the still-dazed security guards and ran upstairs.

Back in the room, Sun Yan curled up against the corner of the sofa, covered with her white bath towel.

I desperately wanted to say something to break the somewhat terrifying silence, or at least something to comfort this injured woman. But the more I tried to appear calm, the more speechless I became.

Subconsciously, I've never looked down on any woman who sells her body. Everything is determined by the social environment and the worldview and values cultivated through personal growth. If someone wants to criticize these women who sell their bodies, they might as well criticize society. If everyone could be well-fed and clothed, I don't think any woman would allow herself to be humiliated!

Gently untying the white bathrobe wrapped around Sun Yan, the conspicuous scars deepened my resentment towards Liu Xiangyang. Pouring a little medicated wine into my palm, I didn't know what to do. Only then did I remember that men and women should be different. Should I really apply this medicated wine to her? This medicated wine might be helpful for these scars, but I don't think any medicine can help with the emotional wounds! After hesitating for a moment, I placed the medicated wine on the bedside table and was about to leave when Sun Yan grabbed my arm.

"Dad, please help me apply it. I don't want to be alone right now. Will you stay with me?" Sun Yan looked at me with pleading eyes, then took off her bathrobe and lay down on the bed in front of me.

For a woman over 170cm tall, Sun Yan's figure was definitely well-proportioned. Most tall female models have small, not firm breasts, some even slightly sagging, and thin, bony legs. But Sun Yan was different; her firm breasts felt just the right size to fill a whole hand. Her legs were long and slender yet somewhat fleshy.

I poured out some more medicinal wine and began to rub it on Sun Yan's thighs. Sometimes Sun Yan furrowed her brows in pain, sometimes she took deep breaths feeling the tingling sensation surging through her thighs; sometimes she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, seemingly resisting yet welcoming as she moved her legs; sometimes she lightly bit her lip, her eyes fixed on my every move, accepting my seemingly caressing but actually kneading actions with equanimity.

Faced with Sun Yan's expression and the marks on her body, my lower body began to stir. I didn't know if this sexual desire was appropriate, and I tried my best to hide my rising lust, slightly adjusting my sitting posture. But Sun Yan's nakedness and the scars on her body were arousing me.

Although humans are highly intelligent beings created by God, God still allowed them to retain their primal wildness. Facing the abused Sun Yan, my lust suddenly and intensely surged! The hands that were kneading Sun Yan's body began to increase their pressure, and I was surprised to find once again a striking resemblance between myself and Liu Xiangyang! A sadistic urge to inflict pain on Sun Yan welled up within me.

"Dad! You're hurting me!" Sun Yan cried out.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I apologized to Sun Yan in a flustered manner.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Sun Yan sat up and took my arm, asking.

"Nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable." I was afraid that Sun Yan would discover my state of mind and lie.

"Dad, you're so good to me. You know, these injuries aren't as painful as you imagine. It's just that when I woke up this morning, I found myself in this unfamiliar city, with no one to listen to me or care for me. Maybe it's because I'm feeling sentimental about my past? Or maybe I just want someone's care, someone to offer me a moment of comfort in this city of desire. It's been so long since I've had passionate sex, let alone emotional sex. But Dad, when I'm with you, I feel something different than when I'm with other men. Dad! Tell me, if sex lacks these things, what's there to look forward to in life?"

Sun Yan's words touched me deeply. How many women who sell their bodies actually derive pleasure from this transactional sex? While some girls might, I imagine there are quite a few who share Sun Yan's thoughts. I gently stroked her hair behind her head, and as I helped her lie down, I pressed my lips to her forehead. At this moment, I felt no words were needed. A kiss and a hug were perhaps more effective than the medicinal wine in my hand.

I lay down beside Sun Yan, turning her head to face me, and began a deep kiss on her lips. As I opened my mouth, her tongue slipped in, swirling wildly within. Sun Yan turned her body around, her back to me, pressing her buttocks against my lower body as she stretched her slender frame. My tongue swept across her earlobe and the back of her neck, while my left and right hands, reaching over her neck, simultaneously felt the firmness of her breasts. My already erect penis thrust against her hips. From

her neck to her chest, from her waist to her inner thighs, my kisses landed on every wound, desperately trying to heal these prominent scars with licking. Finally, my kisses lingered between her legs, saliva and vaginal fluid mixing in an instant, indistinguishable. My lust had made me forget Sun Yan's numerous wounds; primal wildness made me gently bite her pubic hair.

At this moment, Sun Yan's legs were tightly clamped around my head, and the force of her hands seemed to be pressing my head into that narrow crevice. Her erect lower body made it difficult for me to breathe through my nose. When my tongue extended, it could enter that narrow crevice, and the tip of my tongue constantly tasted salty and sour. My nasal cavity was filled with the peculiar smells of perfume, medicinal wine, urine, and her genitals.

I forcefully spread Sun Yan's legs, lifted my head, and still hugged her tightly from behind. My lips, covered in fluid, touched Sun Yan's mouth again. As I pulled down my pants, my penis slid into Sun Yan's narrow crevice. A tight embrace, tongues intertwining; gentle writhing of the lower body. The movements, though not intense, were full of tenderness, and moans lingered in Sun Yan's throat. My hair was also tightly gripped by Sun Yan's hands.

When my hand reached down to Sun Yan's lower body and touched her protruding clitoris, Sun Yan's whole body trembled. We didn't change positions, remaining like that until we both reached our climax, savoring the passionate lovemaking. Sun Yan drifted off to sleep peacefully in my arms. I pulled the sheet over us, gently stroking her breasts. At that moment, I no longer cared about dealing with Liu Xiangyang; I just wanted this moment of tranquility and tenderness to last longer, much longer! Until I too fell asleep in this tenderness! Sun

Yan and I were simultaneously awakened by the phone on the bedside table. Looking up at the wall clock, it was only a little past ten. We had only slept for less than two hours. Sun Yan and I both glared resentfully at the phone on the bedside table.

Sun Yan picked up the phone.

"Hello!... Who is this?... Ah!... No way?... Okay then! Yeah!... See you at the apartment at eight tonight!" I stared blankly as Sun Yan hung up the phone.

"Dad! Liu Xiangyang called and said he wants me to go to Kunming, Yunnan with him tomorrow morning, and he said he'd give me that house!" Sun Yan said happily.

"How could this be?" I asked Sun Yan, somewhat puzzled.

"Hehe, Liu Xiangyang just called to apologize and said I could give him a special feeling. By the way, Dad, didn't you say Liu Xiangyang was sick? He is indeed sick, but not to the point of being terminal."

After hearing Sun Yan's words, my previously thought failed plan had a glimmer of hope. I patted Sun Yan's face, the tenderness from before completely gone, and whispered in her ear, "Plan proceeds as scheduled!"

Me and My Seven "Daughters" Twelve: A Female Body Feast (Part 1)

In this premeditated event, Sun Yan had successfully entered Liu Xiangyang's life. Judging from the phone call Sun Yan made from Yunnan this morning, if Liu Xiangyang wanted a complete sex life, then Sun Yan was an indispensable person for him, and Sun Yan could always bring Liu Xiangyang unexpected surprises.

According to what Sun Yan said on the phone, Liu Xiangyang had a serious voyeuristic desire, and only when he was voyeuristic could his physiological functions be awakened. I wonder if all men experience sexual urges when they intentionally or unintentionally peek at a woman they know or don't know? But I know that these unintentional glimpses of spring always give me a strange excitement.

Sun Yan also said on the phone that Liu Xiangyang never lets her wear underwear, whether it's day or night, on the street or in a room. He also likes to let her masturbate alone in the room, while he satisfies his voyeuristic desires from some angle.

Since Xiao Qiao was drugged and raped, and after I accepted the "peaceful and prosperous" life, my work in the government office has lost the ambition I had when I first entered this city. Now, I call it work, but it's more like I'm just waiting for the nine-to-five grind, my mind mostly on Liu Xiangyang and my few lovely "daughters."

I don't know what the future holds, and I haven't made any detailed plans. Arranging for Sun Yan to enter Liu Xiangyang's life, besides getting to know him better, is something I can only do based on the information she gives me. And now, all I can do is wait for news from Sun Yan while maintaining a seemingly peaceful life.

Snapping out of my reverie, I glanced at the quartz clock on the office wall; it was almost five. As I shut down my computer, organized my documents, and prepared to leave, my phone rang. Zhao Jun? Looking at the number, I suddenly realized it had been a while since I'd contacted this "Brother Zhao."

"Hey bro, what have you been up to lately? Haven't called?" Zhao Jun teased on the other end of the line.

"Nothing much, just that our city was recently designated as one of the first four pilot cities for national informatization construction. The municipal party committee and government plan to set an example for the country in e-government. I've been busy preparing a ton of documents," I quickly explained.

"I know you're busy, bro, what can I do? You're such a talented guy. Haha. But even when you're busy, you can't forget to rest.

Xiao Bei's back home has some business to attend to, how about we meet up for dinner tonight?" Zhao Jun asked.

"Okay, but this meal's on me. Where should we meet?"

"Hehe, how about this, come straight to the station after work. I'll take you somewhere." Zhao Jun smiled mysteriously, then hung up.

As I tidied my desk, I wondered where Zhao Jun was taking me. When I got downstairs, I called Xiao Yan to tell her I wouldn't be going back to the club tonight, then I got a taxi and headed towards the police station.

When I arrived at Zhao Jun's office, he was on the phone cursing. After gesturing for me to sit down, he angrily said, "You know he's the son of the municipal party secretary. Who cares about any underworld boss? We're already being generous by not causing him any trouble. Don't push your luck and piss me off, or I'll wipe them all out. Tell Hei Zi to hand over someone to me no matter what!" After saying that, Zhao Jun slammed the receiver on the landline.

"Brother Zhao, what happened to Liu Xiangyang's son?" I asked curiously.

"Sigh~ You say you're busy, but I've been a bit troubled lately." Zhao Jun lit a cigarette and continued, "Let me tell you, you know Liu Sizhe, Liu Xiangyang's son, who works as a loan officer at the city's Industrial and Commercial Bank, right?"

I nodded, looking at Zhao Jun.

"Have you ever heard of someone called 'Heizi'?" Zhao Jun then asked me.

"Never heard of him," I shook my head.

"Then you should know who Yao Jianguo is, right?"

"You mean the village party secretary of Gangxia Village? How come he's called 'Heizi'?" I asked curiously.

"You know, before S City was developed in the 1970s, this so-called village party secretary was nobody! After S City was designated a special economic zone, his status rose accordingly, becoming a very influential figure. He made his fortune through government policies. Since the 1990s, to maintain his dominance in the village, he's kept a bunch of idle people under his command, and now he's gained some influence. Because he's ruthless and vicious, people call him 'Blackie.'"

"Recently, this old bastard bought two plots of land from the government to build a building. Due to cash flow problems, he went to the city's Industrial and Commercial Bank, which is to say, he went to Liu Sizhe. But Liu Sizhe isn't someone to be trifled with.

He demanded a 5% kickback from Yao Jianguo. 5% on a 40 million loan is 2 million."

Finally, because they couldn't reach an agreement, Yao Jianguo had his son take some men and break Liu Sizhe's leg. He's in the hospital now, so it's not a big deal, but Liu Xiangyang is still furious. This is constantly pressuring me to do things! "

Brother Zhao, don't worry about it. We're off work now, let's not get involved in this." Although I was comforting Zhao Jun, I was secretly pleased. "I hope Liu Xiangyang's mother is childless." I cursed inwardly before pulling Zhao Jun downstairs.

At the same time, a new plan suddenly surged into my mind: "Liu Xiangyang, since you started this, don't blame me for doing the opposite; if you're heartless, don't blame me for being unjust. Although Yao Jianguo broke Liu Sizhe's hand, he broke Liu Xiangyang's heart. If I can add fuel to the fire between them, why not be a bystander?" Thinking this, a knowing smile welled up inside me.

"Brother Zhao, why didn't you just arrest Yao Jianguo's son?" "Having made up my mind, I casually asked Zhao Jun.

"Brother, didn't we just say we wouldn't talk about this? Why are you asking again now?" Zhao Jun asked, opening the car door.

"Oh, no. I'm just curious. As the saying goes, the common people can't fight with officials, so why did Yao Jianguo have to do this? It doesn't seem to benefit him at all. Besides, I don't think Yao Jianguo's son is any kind of saint, is he?" I continued Zhao Jun's words.

"You mean Yao Shirong? Hmph!" Zhao Jun sneered and continued, "Although Yao Jianguo is a local tyrant with little education, he's quite shrewd in dealing with people, otherwise he wouldn't be where he is today.

His son, Yao Shirong, would have been finished long ago if it weren't for his father. I think that kid is just a thug, all he knows is how to be brave and violent. Forget about them, we rarely get together today, we should have a good time."

"By the way, Brother Zhao, you said you'd take me to a good place tonight. What kind of good place is it?" "I asked curiously.

"Get in the car, you'll know when we get there. Hehe!" Zhao Jun still smiled mysteriously as he drove the car out of the city bureau compound.

After struggling along the congested city streets for about ten minutes, the car sped along the seaside avenue. When the car stopped in front of a Japanese restaurant called Chiba-ju, with its wooden decor, near the beach, Zhao Jun turned around and asked me with a mysterious smile, "Do you like Japanese food?"

"Japanese food? Hehe, to be honest, I've only ever seen people eat it on TV before," I replied awkwardly.

"To be honest, this is only my second time. Although sushi is just rice balls and the raw fish with its fishy smell makes me a little nauseous, I believe you'll crave it after you've tried it once." "After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he pulled me into the shop.

Pulling back the bamboo curtain at the entrance, two girls in kimonos spoke something in Japanese, and then a completely exotic atmosphere unfolded before my eyes. In the middle of the hall was the food preparation area, where chefs in white Japanese kimonos were busy at work. Although I thought it was a kitchen, it didn't really look like one. The aroma of meat filled the entire space, and diners sat around, taking the ingredients they wanted from the rolling food shelves. The shop was extremely quiet, with only soft conversations and the sound of chefs' spatulas on the hot plate.

After passing through the hall, Zhao Jun led me up the stairs directly upstairs. The second floor was more elegant than downstairs, with rooms decorated like Japanese izakayas lined up on both sides. The walls of the corridor were covered with paintings of plum blossoms, orchids, and bamboo, as well as some elegant Chinese calligraphy works. At the end of the corridor, Zhao Jun knocked on a wooden sliding door.

"Director Zhao! It's an honor, an honor!" "A middle-aged man bowed slightly and said in broken Chinese,

"Hello, Mr. Haruno! We meet again! Haha!" Zhao Jun extended his hand and shook hands, laughing heartily.

"Director Zhao, you are a distinguished guest. I've been looking forward to your visit ever since we last met. I think the last feast must have left a deep impression on you, right? That's a unique aspect of our Yamato culture."

"Haha, when it comes to food, the Japanese can't compare to the Chinese. But when it comes to the variety of dishes, the Japanese are truly amazing. Today, I brought a friend here specifically to enjoy this kind of feast." Zhao Jun said with longing.

"Director Zhao, this kind of Nyotaimori (female body sushi) requires reservation. If you want it now, you might have to wait about an hour and a half." Haruno said somewhat awkwardly.

"Nyotaimori!?" I looked at Zhao Jun with some doubt.

"It's alright. Anyway, this is my friend's first time trying it. If you don't mind the trouble, I think you would be happy to introduce your traditional Japanese culture to me and my friend again, just like last time?" "Zhao Jun said with a smile.

"Of course, of course. Please come upstairs." Yuan Ye bowed and gestured for us to go up. As Zhao Jun and I went straight to the third floor, Yuan Ye went downstairs.

The third floor was a bit like an attic, with only two rooms. Pushing open the wooden door on the left, several exquisite traditional Chinese paintings and calligraphy hung on the surrounding walls. A low and wide dining table was placed in the center of the room, with soft tatami mats, a light bamboo blind, and a screen embroidered with Suzhou embroidery. Zhao Jun pulled me behind the screen and pointed to a Japanese yukata placed on a small table, saying, "Change into this." "

Me and My Seven 'Daughters' Twelve: A Feast for the Female Body (Part Two)"

Just as Zhao Jun and I changed into our pure cotton Japanese yukatas and began to marvel at the refinement of the Japanese in certain aspects, there was a knock on the door. Haruno led two girls, still dressed in kimonos, into the room. Zhao Jun and I were each helped to sit down by the two girls—no, it was more like kneeling on the soft tatami mat. At Zhao Jun's prompting, Haruno also sat down and began her introduction to the so-called traditional Japanese food culture, which I found extremely interesting.

"Nyotaimori" (女体素), in Japanese, refers to a banquet where large sushi is served in a vessel made from the naked body of a young woman.

First, the woman must be a virgin, as Japanese men believe only virgins possess both inner purity and outer cleanliness, best stimulating diners' appetites. Second, she must be attractive, with smooth, fair skin, little body hair, a well-proportioned figure, and not too thin, as thinness is considered less attractive. Ideally, her blood type should be "A," as the Japanese generally believe that people with type "A" blood are peaceful, calm, and patient, making them best suited for this profession.

Before becoming a "naked sushi" geisha, one must undergo rigorous specialized training. The traditional training method involves placing an egg on each of six points on her naked body, requiring her to lie still for four hours without the eggs moving. To cultivate perseverance, cold water is sprinkled on her body intermittently during the training. If even one egg slips off, the timer immediately resets to zero, and the training must begin again.

Only after passing the training are geishas allowed to "serve" the food. Before each "serving," they undergo a meticulous 90-minute cleansing procedure, first removing all body hair from their legs and armpits. They then rinse their entire body with warm water, lather unscented soap on a sponge, and use the sponge to scrub their bodies until they are covered in soap suds. Next, they rub every inch of their skin with a small burlap sack filled with wheat bran to thoroughly remove dead skin cells. They then rinse with hot water and rub their bodies again with a loofah. Finally, they shower with ice water to prevent... The body sweats during the "serving."

No scented soaps or bath gels can be used during the cleansing process, and perfume is strictly forbidden, as fragrance would affect the pure taste of the sushi and mask the girl's natural body scent. Everything is prepared, awaiting the "serving."

The room is kept cool to prevent sweating. During the "serving," the "naked sushi" is completely naked. She lies naked in the center of the room, in a fixed pose, her entire body resembling a pristine white porcelain plate. Her hair is spread out in a fan shape and adorned with flower petals. Leaves or flower petals are placed on her genitals and other private areas, and her nipples are either covered or exposed according to the customer's request.

An assistant brings a large platter of various sushi from the kitchen and skillfully and quickly places it on the "naked sushi," without a moment's delay, because the Japanese believe sushi tastes best when freshly made.

Decorated cream cakes are placed on the "naked sushi's" breasts, making her look like she's wearing a beautiful bra—it's incredibly pretty.

Traditionally, there are specific rules for arranging sushi on the "Nyotaimori" (female body sushi) body, with each type of sushi placed on a specific part of the body according to its perceived health benefits. For example, flounder is believed to provide strength and is placed near the heart; swordfish aids digestion and is placed on the abdomen; scallops and carp enhance sexual potency and are placed near the genitals… Nowadays, these rules have gradually faded.

The amount of sushi cannot be too much, otherwise the entire body of the Nyotaimori will be covered, hindering the diner's appreciation of the "beautiful vessel." A Nyotaimori decorated with sushi resembles a fine work of art. Generally, the Nyotaimori is served lying down, with the food presented from the front. However, some diners request that the food be served from the back or buttocks, which the Nyotaimori geisha must also accommodate.

After Yuan Ye's lengthy explanation, I was somewhat dumbfounded, while Zhao Jun listened with a smile and great interest.

Haruno smiled and looked at us, then continued, “Ancient Japanese food culture was greatly influenced by China. ‘Nyotaimori’ (female body sushi) has a history of over a thousand years in Japan. If sashimi (raw fish slices) and sushi (seaweed rice balls) were introduced to Japan from China, then ‘Nyotaimori’ was created by the Japanese themselves.”

“Although ancient Chinese philosophers said, ‘Food and sex are human nature,’ in practice, no other food and sex have been combined as closely as Japanese ‘Nyotaimori.’ Modern dietary concepts believe that the experience of eating is constructed from both physiological enjoyment and cultural experience. The true taste of food only accounts for half; the other half consists of the cultural connotations it represents, its special significance to the diner, and the psychological experience during the eating process. Therefore, ‘Nyotaimori,’ as a characteristic of Japanese food culture, still retains its influence.”

“Director Zhao, after hearing Mr. Haruno’s explanation, I’ve truly broadened my horizons today!” Only now, after saying this, did I truly begin to look forward to this dinner that would take an hour and a half to prepare.

After the "naked sushi" was brought out, Yuan Ye left the room. The two girls, naked, then stood beside us.

Looking at the girl on the table, her long, flowing hair was neatly spread out, her face radiating youthful energy; only her eyebrows and lips showed signs of careful, subtle makeup. The girl's eyes were closed, as if she were asleep. The food on her body, accentuated by her form, was incredibly tempting. Only her small feet wore pure white cotton socks, her skin smooth and delicate. My hand holding the chopsticks never even considered reaching for the girl before me. I was clearly stunned; I never imagined food could be eaten like this!

Zhao Jun called out to me, "Brother, this girl at the table is only for looking. If you want to eat, you can only eat the food on top and the food next to her. Haha! But you can choose to use your mouth or chopsticks. I don't think you'll choose the latter, will you?"

I looked up at Zhao Jun and saw him use his mouth to pick up the food placed on the girl's chest and then feed it to the girl next to him. The whole room began to fill with an air of spring. Feeling a little hungry, I reached out with my chopsticks, my hand trembling slightly, and picked up the sushi on the girl's lap, putting it in my mouth. It was just rice and seaweed, but it tasted incredibly hungry, so hungry I wanted to bite into the white flesh and plumpness beneath the rice ball.

The girl next to me picked up the bottle on the table and poured me a full glass of sake. But just as I was about to raise the glass to moisten my burning throat, she took the glass before my hand could reach it, sipped the sake, and then brought it to my mouth. The spicy liquor didn't alleviate the dryness in my throat. I moved closer to the table, licked some sauce with my tongue, and then took a bite of the fish meat from the girl's chest. It was somewhat fishy, somewhat fragrant, and somehow similar in taste.

Even after slowly finishing the food on the girl, the hunger hadn't subsided. Looking at Zhao Jun across from me, I couldn't find his head anymore. I could only feel his head buried between her breasts from behind the girl straddling him, her body heaving with his heavy breathing. My face burned, and my throat became even drier.

I pushed the girl down beside me, my mouth sucking on her lips, my tongue relentlessly prying open her teeth, searching for a sliver of quenching my thirst.

My left hand braced against the ground, my right hand kneading her breasts. I knew I was using too much force, but I couldn't understand a word of the girl's mumbled Japanese. The prolonged allure of her beauty made me impulsive and irrational.

As my right hand passed between the girl's legs, my middle finger mercilessly plunged into her slightly moist labia, moving rapidly in and out, the first joint of my finger teasing her inside. The girl's soft moans turned into occasional screams; I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain.

I untied the sash of my yukata, and my penis, fueled by anger, plunged straight into the hole where the pubic hair and vaginal fluids mingled. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I suddenly remembered Japanese AV films, and without thinking, I pulled out my nearly ejaculated penis and held it to the girl's open mouth. My left hand gripped the girl's long hair tightly, while my right hand rapidly stroked my penis, until finally, I tilted my head back and exhaled heavily, my white semen shooting into the girl's mouth like cow's milk. When my left hand released the girl's hair, she stuck out her tongue and licked away the remaining semen that was about to drip from my glans.

Tonight, I was clearly a little drunk; I had never lost myself like this after drinking before. I'm increasingly realizing that humans have a beastly side, and when they lose themselves, their humanity vanishes. I'm also increasingly realizing that I'm no different from Liu Xiangyang, and I can hardly guarantee that I won't do something as outrageous as Liu Xiangyang. I've also discovered that sometimes people are manipulated by desires, and these desires often easily lead people astray. Lying on the tatami, my head resting on a girl's lap, thinking about myself now, I can no longer look back at my past.

My daughter's classmate—the temptation she gave me.

It was a Saturday morning.

I slept in because my wife and daughter had gone to my mother's for the weekend.

One of my important tasks today was cleaning the swimming pool.

As I was getting ready to work, the doorbell rang.

"Is Yanyan home?"

A young girl stood at the door with a smile. I immediately recognized her as my daughter's best friend—Linlin.

Linlin was wearing an oversized t-shirt, through which you could vaguely see a bikini, and was carrying a large beach towel and a large bag.

“Yanyan and her mother went to her grandmother’s for the weekend.”

“Oh, I forgot,”

Linlin replied, a look of disappointment on her face.

“You can use our swimming pool if you want,”

I said.

As I spoke to Linlin, I felt a burning sensation rise from my waist.

Linlin was 18, the same age as my daughter, and among girls her age, she was undoubtedly the most attractive.

Every time she came to my house for dinner or to play, she would always intentionally or unintentionally seduce me. I couldn’t be sure if Linlin was naive or intentional, but I sensed that Linlin was a girl who knew how to use her charm.

Whenever Linlin came to my house and stayed out late, she would stay overnight.

I always had a feeling that when I was around, Linlin would always try to wear pajamas,

revealing more or less part of her body.

Once, at a party, several people were sitting there watching TV, and Linlin was sitting diagonally opposite me, my gaze falling directly on her thighs.

Linlin gently parted her thighs, and my gaze was able to see her panties deep inside her thighs. I could naturally see that her thighs were very smooth and white.

Many times, I sensed that Linlin had noticed me watching her. When our eyes met, Linlin smiled and winked at me. I was even certain she was seducing me, but I dared not show it, fearing my wife and daughter would find out.

Now she stood at the door, and when she realized I was alone, she wanted to come in.

"Oh, if it's convenient, thank you. I was just thinking of sunbathing after swimming."

Linlin had discovered her allure to men at a very young age.

When she was ten, because her mother was getting old, her mother hired a 17-year-old boy to watch her.

The boy agreed to watch her because his sister was sick, and because he usually behaved well, no one suspected he would have sex with a young girl.

Normally, this wouldn't happen, but she wasn't an ordinary girl; she was exceptionally clever and liked to put on airs.

Linlin's strategy was simple yet effective: to act innocent and naive.

She sat on the floor, wearing only a pair of underwear and a long t-shirt.

A moment later, she pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her thighs, until the boy could clearly see the cleft between her legs.

She watched TV while observing his reaction.

A while later, she got up and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt.

Then she pulled the t-shirt up again, until he could clearly see her small, round buttocks.

Once his gaze was completely drawn to her, she spread her legs again, showing him the small slit between her thighs.

The boy told her she should wear pajamas, but she said it was fine as it was, and sat on his lap, her t-shirt pulled up to her waist.

The boy, having lost his usual seriousness, began to gently stroke her hairless genitals with his fingers.

Linlin also pulled down the boy's pants, seeing his erect penis for the first time, and guided him to ejaculate onto her smooth vulva.

From then on, Linlin continuously expanded her sexual knowledge; she enjoyed seducing adults.

An uncle taught her how to suck penises, and when she was in sixth grade, her teacher first deeply inserted a large penis into her little hole.

She always enjoyed playing with sexual stories around her.

Now she wanted to have sex with her best friend's father.

Now Linlin was lying lazily outdoors, wearing only a thin rope bikini.

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, allowing the sunlight to fall on her shoulders.

She saw Danny busy by the pool, wearing tight pants and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing his hairy chest.

"Oh, Uncle, can you help me put on some sunscreen?"

she said in a sweet voice.

I sat down on the chair next to Linlin and poured some sunscreen into my hand, just as Linlin untied the straps of her swimsuit.

"I hate the marks these straps leave,"

Linlin explained.

I gently rubbed the sunscreen in my hand and then applied it to Linlin's back and sides.

My fingers happened to brush against her half-exposed breasts.

She didn't complain or show any displeasure.

I hesitated, wondering if she would allow me to take things further.

As I looked at her questioningly, Linlin had already reached behind her back and untied the straps of her bikini, instantly exposing her entire back to my gaze.

Linlin said in her most seductive voice, "I don't want to leave any marks on my back. I want every part of my body to be evenly covered in sunscreen."

I sat there without speaking, but my gaze was fixed on what I considered the most beautiful buttocks in the world.

It was a young girl's bare buttocks.

My palms, covered in sunscreen, were gently placed on her buttocks, circling them and gradually moving towards her smooth thighs.

Occasionally, my palms would brush against her cleft.

Linlin cooperated by slightly parting her thighs.

Soon, I noticed my fingers quickly disappearing into the cleft between her legs.

"Did your boyfriend always apply sunscreen to you like this?"

I asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend yet,”

Linlin turned to look at him with her beautiful eyes, a shy yet sexy smile on her face.

My fingers were already near the small opening in the middle of her cleft.

“Do you know why I don’t have a boyfriend?”

I knew she was seducing me.

The temptation was so great, but I knew he was far too old for that kind of girl, and I didn’t want to risk breaking the law by playing this game.

“Oh, I’d like to hear why a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend,”

I said.

She leaned her head closer to my body, her hand rubbing against my crotch.

“Because none of the boys my age have such a big dick!”

she chuckled softly.

“They ejaculate in less than two seconds after they go in, and then they brag to their friends about fucking you,”

she explained. “I like mature men.”

I felt his penis hardening.

Linlin began to open her legs wide

, bringing her mouth to within inches of his penis, and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Come inside with me, don’t let anyone see,”

I said breathlessly.

“This is finally happening,”

Linlin said to herself.

She was about to make love to Yanyan’s father.

She had been anticipating this moment for so long, and it had finally arrived.

As she followed me into the house, she said, “You know, I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

It all happened so suddenly; I could hardly believe it was real.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Linlin, covering her bikini with her hands, ran ahead of me into the house.

I hesitated for a moment, then locked the door—just in case.

It would be terrible if someone walked in now.

I went to the bedroom, but Linlin wasn’t there.

I went to the living room, but she wasn’t there either.

I went to my daughter’s bedroom and found her bikini lying on the floor, but she wasn’t there.

The bathroom door was closed.

I sat on my daughter’s bed, waiting for her to come out.

When she came out, I was shocked; she looked so much like his daughter.

The two girls looked very alike, with the same hairstyle and eyes, and were about the same height.

Yan Yan liked to tie her hair in a ponytail, and Lin Lin was wearing the same style now.

Lin Lin was wearing Yan Yan's evening gown, embroidered with her daughter's name.

"Did I hurt you?"

Lin Lin asked, seeing my surprised look.

"Oh, no...no. I just didn't expect you to dress like this,"

I replied.

"You look just like my daughter in this dress."

"I think when we make love, you should think of me as Yan Yan. Just imagine you're making love with your daughter, okay?"

"Oh, that's nice, but it's not real,"

I replied.

There was a hint of melancholy in my voice.

Lin Lin continued, "I've heard that all fathers want to make love with their daughters. They just don't have the chance. I think there's a father and daughter doing it right now. You can tell me your thoughts, because we'll soon have some extraordinary relationship and secrets between us."

"You seem smarter than other girls your age, little girl,"

I said in a persuasive tone.

“Have you ever thought about whether you’d enjoy having sex with Yan Yan?”

Lin Lin continued to ask.

She was now sitting on the bed beside me, her arms wrapped around her knees, which were pressed against her chest.

I could see she wasn’t wearing anything under her evening dress.

I reached over and placed my hand between her thighs.

Lin Lin gently parted her legs to allow my hand easy access.

My hand caressed the young girl’s plump mons pubis, and I inserted a finger into her small opening.

But this did nothing to distract the girl from her question.

“Tell me,”

Lin Lin persisted.

“Are you really interested in those things?”

I continued, “I’ve never really thought about having sex with Yan Yan. But I have imagined what it would be like if she had sex with a boy.”

I paused and continued, “When she grows up and can have sex with other men, I don’t think she knows what I’m thinking.”

Lin Lin giggled, “Grow up? Oh, I think you’ve forgotten what era we live in. You want to wait until she grows up?”

“You mean she’s already had sex with those boys?”

I felt my breathing quicken, unsure whether I was shocked or excited.

Linlin was now fully lying down, propping her head up on her elbows, her thighs spread wide, allowing me to insert my fingers into her small vagina.

I could feel how tight her little hole was, and it tightened even more as she giggled.

I knew I would soon be thrusting my hard cock into her.

"I shouldn't have told you about Yanyan,"

Linlin giggled again.

"Listen, little girl," I said, "I've already told you my secret, so you shouldn't hold back anymore."

"Okay, I guess we'll soon have a secret that's just between the two of us, and the question you want to ask is like what I did with other people before,"

Linlin said in a sexy voice.

"What did you say, what you did with other people before?"

I asked.

"Oh, I saw Yanyan with a boy,"

she replied.

"When? Who was she with? Tell me in detail. Did you have a threesome or something?"

I asked, further exploring her genitals and vagina with my fingers.

“Oh,” she replied, “that was several months ago. Yan Yan stayed overnight at my house, and my brother had just come home from school. He was 19 and in college. Yan Yan and I shared a room, and after lying down for a while, Yan Yan probably thought I was asleep. She got up and sneaked into my brother’s room. I knew what was going to happen because she had been very flirtatious with my brother all night. Just like what I did to you today.”

“Our bathroom is connected to our two rooms,”

Linlin continued. “At first, I went into the bathroom to eavesdrop. After a while, I heard the bed creaking, and then I secretly opened the door a little and saw my brother on top of Yan Yan, and Yan Yan was moaning beneath him. Finally, I went back to my room and pretended to be asleep until Yan Yan went back to bed. But I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.”

"I was so excited. I could clearly see my brother's huge buttocks heaving, his thick penis going in and out of her bright red pussy, until he ejaculated all his semen into my best friend's pussy. I couldn't sleep. After I made sure she was asleep, I put my hand inside her clothes. She was dressed just like I am now, with nothing between her legs. Her cleft was already soaked.

Some sticky liquid was flowing out of her little hole. I touched her pussy with my hand, my hand covered in my brother's semen. I touched my genitals with my hand, smearing my brother's semen on my pussy as well. At that moment, I really wanted my brother's semen to ejaculate into my pussy.

I was losing control of myself. When I heard all this, I was really excited, I'd never been so excited before.

My fingers were still moving around the young girl's genitals, but my mind was imagining another man's semen flowing into my daughter's pussy.

My penis was now as hard as iron, making a small tent under her swimsuit."

I stood up, took off my clothes, and exposed my naked body to the girl for the first time.

In exchange, Linlin also took off her clothes, revealing her small, developing breasts.

Her breasts were small but firm.

When she took her bra off her head, I couldn't help but swallow.

She looked a lot like my daughter, and seeing her beautiful body, my penis throbbed.

I felt my penis had never been so hard.

I noticed two sun-kissed swimsuit marks between her legs, extending all the way to her pubic hair.

I felt the blood rush to my head.

Linlin smiled and jumped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and putting her little tongue into my mouth.

To be honest, I felt she was small and light. Her warm breath sprayed on my face, and when she buried her face in my chest, I put her on the bed.

My penis was erect.

Some sticky fluid flowed from Linlin's little hole and smeared on my thighs.

"I want you to fuck me. Oh... I want you to fuck me hard."

My cock was getting harder and harder.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I swallowed all the saliva that was flowing from her mouth.

"Daddy!"

She was panting, still pretending to be my daughter.

She reached down and touched my hard penis, her small hands stroking up and down my thick cock.

"Oh... I can't take it anymore..."

she moaned.

"How did it get so big, so hard? I love it."

I grabbed her legs with both hands and spread them wide apart.

"Oh... Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

Her voice was a little urgent.

There was a hint of crying in her voice.

The tip of my penis was right against her swollen vulva, but I didn't want to go in right away.

Linlin lay on the bed, raising her legs high, almost touching her shoulders, her hands pulling my thick penis closer to her vulva. This girl, not yet twenty, was now skillfully guiding my penis to her key area with her hands.

"Daddy, I want you to put it in."

But I had my own thoughts. Before I made love to her, I wanted to see and taste her beautiful vulva.

I lowered her head until my face was between her thighs.

I gazed at her lovely vulva.

There wasn't much pubic hair there, so her entire vulva was clearly visible.

Her labia majora were still closed like a virgin's, covering her vulva.

I stuck out my tongue and began licking her warm, already dripping vulva.

I didn't miss a single spot, from her anus to her developing clitoris.

Linlin moaned and shook her buttocks under my licking, trying to get my tongue in deeper.

Her vulva was already secreting drops of love juice, and her clitoris was erect.

Soon she was unbearably itchy, saying repeatedly, "No... don't lick... I can't take it...

"

but her hands grabbed my hair, pressing my head hard against her bright red vulva. She

kept moving her buttocks up and down, making my tongue and lips rub against her labia and vulva.

"Oh, put your tongue in,"

Linlin moaned.

My tongue had already penetrated her vulva, and my lips were sucking on her dripping juices.

After licking for a while, Linlin reached a frenzied climax.

Linlin stood up, made me lie flat on the bed, straddled me, spread her legs, held my penis with one hand and parted her two red labia with the other as she sat down.

My penis slowly pierced into her little hole.

"Oh, your thing is so big, it's so full inside, ah...so comfortable..."

Linlin said.

I also felt my penis enter a small hole, it was very wet and tight, unlike my wife's which was loose.

After Linlin had my penis fully inside her body, she took a deep breath and began to move slowly up and down.

I looked at Linlin's beautiful swaying breasts, her nipples were erect, pink, and particularly beautiful in the sunlight.

"When did you first have sex with a man?"

I asked.

When I asked her, she did not stop thrusting, her beautiful hair flying up and down with the movement of her body.

"I'm asking you, when did you first have sex with a man?"

Her breathing was rapid and she could hardly answer.

“…Three years ago…”

she said, pressing her little buttocks against his two testicles.

She pressed her entire body against his glistening, sticky penis, pressing it completely inside her.

“Oh…I love you…I want you to keep fucking me.”

My penis moved in and out of her vaginal opening, and I thrust my hips upwards, holding her tightly. “Ah…I can’t take it…Yours is so long, it’s inside me…ah…so good…”

she moaned.

I also felt my penis pressing against her clitoris, which was soft and incredibly comfortable.

“I love it when you fuck me, just like Yan Yan and my brother have sex,”

Linlin said.

I felt myself on the verge of ejaculation, so I rolled over and pinned Linlin beneath me, rubbing my thick, red penis back and forth between her anus and vagina with my hand, and then thrust in with all my might.

Looking at Linlin, I thought she was beautiful, a truly beautiful budding young girl. She looked so much like my daughter. If it were my daughter beneath me, then…

I

imagined my daughter being fucked by another man, and she would surely be just as wanton as Linlin.

My daughter's pussy would be so tight, so red and small.

Thinking about it, my own body became incredibly excited. My

big cock thrust in and out of her pussy rapidly.

“Ah…ah…”

With each thrust, Linlin swayed her little buttocks to meet my thrusts. “Ah…ah…harder…

I feel so…so good…”

She also lifted her buttocks forcefully in response.

Her long, slender thighs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her little feet occasionally brushing against my back.

I knew I was about to ejaculate, and I didn't know if I should ejaculate inside her.

But the pleasure didn't allow me to think about it; I could only thrust into her even harder.

Her body was now unable to move.

Besides trembling all over, her moans were also somewhat high-pitched, "Ah...I...I'm...coming...Don't stop...come down...harder...harder...fuck me..."

My whole body shuddered, and a large amount of semen shot into her young body.

My hot semen made her feel extremely comfortable.

Her cervix also contracted, and a large amount of mucus flowed out.

Now, the cleft between Linlin's legs was full of my white semen. She was still lying on the bed, her legs still wide open. Her small vagina had now become a red, enlarged vagina, and the red mucous membrane inside could be clearly seen. My semen was slowly flowing down her tender little vagina onto my daughter's bed.

I looked at the naked girl beside me and thought that 18 years old was a good age. After the first time, I knew that I could never let go of this pleasure. Brief introduction

of Xiao Xueting's story (10-16)

:

Hu Xueting was born on February 6th, 1977 (Republic of China year 66). She grew up in a middle-class family in Taipei City. As an only child, she was pampered from a young age, possessing a slightly arrogant personality and a fondness for being spoiled.

She is 153 cm tall and weighs 45-50 kg.

Her measurements are: Bust 36 inches (D cup), Waist 23-24 inches, Hips 36 inches. She

has an oval face, captivating eyes, a straight nose, and a small mouth.

Only her mother and father lived at home. She graduated from the Department of International Trade at the evening college of Chinese Culture University and is currently 22 years old.

Her experiences are as follows:

Chapter 1 of Xiao Xueting's story. Hu Xueting's first time

in elementary school... At the age of twelve, her father doted on her. After all, she was the only child in the family, and only children are always more bored when they are alone, so her father often took her out to play.

Xueting also liked to be with her father. When she was in fifth or sixth grade, Hu Xueting's breasts developed to a 36-inch D cup, round and full, with white skin and red breasts.

Hu's father was somewhat moved when he saw her, but with Hu's mother at home, he temporarily forgot about Xueting.

But "Heaven is unkind, and the devil aids evil."

Indeed, it taught: "The biological father forcibly broke the hymen, and the eagle arrogantly dominated Xueting's vagina. She struggled to escape the water tank, and her whole body was trapped in the pit of incest."

April 1st is the Qingming Festival, a day for Chinese people to remember their ancestors. Today, the family of three, Xueting and her parents were supposed to go to sweep the tombs together. Just as they were about to leave, Hu's mother received a phone call.

Mrs. Hu only said she had to rush back to her parents' home to handle some trivial matters, and then left with a bag of luggage.

After her mother left, Xueting and her father went to sweep the tombs together. They walked in silence. Because the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, Xueting fell and hurt her buttocks on the way back. Mr. Hu took Xueting to see a doctor.

The two were exhausted when they got home and went to sleep immediately.

On the morning of April 2nd, Xueting received a call from her mother, only to hear that "she has something to do and will have to stay at her parents' home for ten days, and will not be back until April 12th. If you want to find your mother, call your mobile phone."

On the morning of April 6th, which happened to be a Sunday, Mr. Hu was taking a shower but forgot to close the door. Hu Xueting did not know and burst in, bumping into her father's chest and falling to the ground.

Hu Xueting had hurt her buttocks and was wet. As she was about to get up, she unexpectedly bumped into her father's penis, which was hanging between his legs.

Her father also fell to the ground in pain and pulled his daughter down, pulling her shorts and underwear down to her calves. Xiao Xueting lost her footing and fell headfirst into the bathtub.

Mr. Hu was startled and quickly grabbed her, pulling her up, tearing off her t-shirt and bra.

Xueting panicked and, in her confusion, pulled at her father's fingers, causing them both to fall into the bathtub, pinning him beneath her. As

Xueting tried to stand, the pain in her buttocks caused her to fall further, her clitoris pressed against her father's penis, instantly causing it to swell.

Just as Xueting was about to get up again, Mr. Hu, for reasons unknown, looked at his daughter's tender bottom, grabbed her waist, and pressed down, his large penis penetrating her clitoris and piercing her hymen.

Xueting cried in pain, struggling desperately, but unable to move.

Hearing the little girl's cries, Mr. Hu initially wanted to stop, but Xueting's struggles fueled his excitement, and he couldn't control himself. He rolled over, pinning Xueting beneath him, and began kneading her undeveloped breasts, becoming incredibly aroused.

Xueting cried in the bathtub, while her father's thick, hot penis thrust repeatedly into her tender virgin vagina.

"Waaah! Daddy! No~~~" Xueting cried.

Her father slowly fucked her, sealing her mouth with his tongue.

In the water, her father's penis, mixed with the increasingly murky grayish-white water, pounded against Xueting's soft vagina.

"Oh! Daddy!" the girl cried, tears streaming down her face.

After ten minutes of intense fucking, her father ejaculated inside her.

That day, her father comforted Xueting with kind words.

Xueting thought it was over, completely unaware that "misfortune never comes singly. Heart aches, flesh trembles, the battle rages on through the night."

Chapter Two of Xueting's story. On Monday, April 7th, Hu Xueting went to school. Hu 's father, who

had taken leave, was at home, reflecting on his heinous crime and repenting for taking his daughter's precious virginity. Suddenly, he remembered how warm and tender her vagina was, and his erect penis immediately became erect. He also recalled that he hadn't yet tasted her flower-like labia or suckled her delicate nipples. Xueting spent

the whole day at school feeling depressed, her mind constantly replaying the defilement by her own father. Torn between repentance and lust, Xueting went straight to her room after school.

Around 6 PM, Xueting went to the kitchen to find something to eat, but her father, already driven by lust, sneaked into her room, stripped naked, and hid behind the door.

As soon as she entered, her father shoved her onto the bed and forcefully tore off her underwear. Although she struggled, she was young and weak, and was grabbed by her father as soon as she reached the desk.

The father pressed his body against Xueting, one hand kneading her small breasts, the other reaching into her panties under her pleated skirt, fiddling with her vulva, while sucking on her tender, white breasts.

Ignoring his daughter's cries, he continued to kiss and suck indiscriminately on her body and lips. Xueting, now like a beast, was roughly squeezed and pressed all over by her father, crying and screaming in pain.

Seeing his chance, the father pressed Xueting down onto the table, her breasts pressed against the desk, lifted her pure white pleated cotton skirt, pulled down her light green panties with a Hello Kitty pattern, and

pressed his penis against her labia. As soon as he realized Xueting's young vulva and his penis were touching, he thrust his penis into her vulva violently, while his hands gripped her breasts and kneaded them roughly, kissing her passionately, his ferocity reaching its peak.

"Daddy!" Exhausted from crying, Xueting could no longer utter a sound, letting her father's large penis enter and exit her painfully wet vulva.

"You're so beautiful, I love you to death, my good daughter," the father exclaimed.

Fifteen minutes later, the father climaxed and ejaculated.

Although Xueting cried once, she still couldn't resist the brute force of the adult man. With tears streaming down her face, she was fucked again, her tender little snow-white buttocks trembling and crying out in pain.

Afterwards, Mr. Hu tried to comfort her.

On Tuesday, April 8th, Xueting went to class as usual. That afternoon, Mr. Hu went home first and added an aphrodisiac to the hot water.

At 5:30, after Xueting returned home, Mr. Hu's advances were rejected, and this time he didn't force his daughter.

Xueting took a sip of water, thinking to herself, "Daddy is finally acting normal."

A little while later, the little girl felt hot all over in the living room, her desire overwhelming. She took off her clothes and finally couldn't help but sit on the sofa and masturbate.

Seeing that his opportunity had come, Mr. Hu went over and bit the little girl's nipple with his teeth, rubbing Xueting's slender waist.

"Oh!" The little girl started to dig her fingers into her vagina.

The father thrust his large penis into his daughter's vagina, grabbed Xue Ting's waist, and forced her into a doggy-style position on the sofa, fucking her.

The father displayed his skills in bed, his penis thrusting in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, his hands kneading and rubbing, his tongue sucking and biting, making the innocent little girl scream loudly and climax several times.

After two hours of fucking, the two were exhausted and fell asleep.

From April 9th to 11th, every night Mr. Hu raped Hu Xue Ting because his daughter refused to open her legs and have sex with him.

But Mr. Hu's constant use of various techniques to fuck Xue Ting brought the little girl to multiple orgasms, turning an originally innocent little girl into a little bitch who enjoyed the pleasure of being raped and fucked.

Seeing that her mother was about to come home, Mr. Hu devised a plan.

There's a saying: "Little Xue Ting is as frightened as a startled bird, rushing headlong into a net from all directions."

This taught Mr. Hu to "tame the horse, bind its head, and win people's hearts."

Chapter Three of Little Xue Ting's Story. Father Hu Tames Xue Ting.

At 5:30 a.m. on Saturday, April 12th, Mom finally returned home. Xueting, conflicted, thought she could finally escape Dad's clutches for a while, but dared not tell her mother.

Dad told Mom behind her back, "Xueting wants me to take her to Taichung after work today. I can't do anything about it; she probably won't be back until tomorrow night."

Mom said, "Sigh! My daughter is so willful, fine!"

That day after school, Dad forcibly pulled Xueting into his car outside the school gate and drove towards the desolate Beitou mountains. Driving until evening, Dad didn't utter a word along the way. Xueting guessed he wanted to talk to her, but as soon as the car stopped, Dad began roughly kneading Xueting's breasts.

Hu Xueting struggled desperately, trying to get out of the car, but she was caught after only a few steps. Her father tore off her underwear, forced her onto the hood, and thrust his penis into her vagina. "Ouch!" Xueting cried out in pain. Her father continued to fuck her standing up in the grass, ordering her to rub her breasts.

After being slapped several times, Xueting cried and started touching her breasts.

Her father used his sexual techniques to flirt with her. Xueting's breasts trembled slightly, and she collapsed onto the grass. Seeing this, her father thrust into her from behind.

"Ah! Daddy, it feels so good, harder!" After repeated torment, Xueting finally gave up and cried out, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, swaying her slender waist back and forth, her snowy buttocks bobbing like waves.

Her father knew then that his daughter had become his sexual partner, his obedient little cunt.

The two spent the whole night together, and finally, Xueting hugged her father and said, "I love you, Dad."

The next day, the father and daughter had sex in the car all day before returning home, and the days that followed were naturally filled with their lovemaking.

In the blink of an eye, Xueting had graduated from elementary school, and Mr. Hu arranged for his daughter to attend a girls' junior high school. During her three years in junior high, the two would go out to make love whenever they had free time.

But their good fortune didn't last long. Because Mr. Hu was having an affair at work and got his secretary pregnant, the company, for the sake of its image, sent him abroad on a three-year business trip.

As the saying goes: "A female high school student is an anomaly, a tiger bites the mother at the door. Xueting offers herself as a teacher to protect her reputation, and for three years the student rapes Yuxin." This

is the fourth chapter of Xueting's story. Xueting leads a female thief, Zhang Huilin bites Mr. Hu's mother at night.

Since Mr. Hu lied to the family that he had to go abroad for three years on business, his mother agreed, and Hu Xueting also decided to study hard for three years and live a good life in the girls' high school. Mr. Hu had no choice but to board the plane and fly to America.

High school life ignited a youthful and joyful spirit in Xueting. In her first year, Xueting met Zhang Huilin, the captain of the basketball team, who was 185 centimeters tall.

Because Zhang Huilin played center, everyone called her "Tiger Girl." She was also an only child; her father was away most of the year, and her mother had died early, leaving her often alone at home.

The two hit it off, and Huilin moved into Xueting's house.

One afternoon, Xueting went out to buy books with her classmate Wang Xinru, but Huilin, wearing a skirt, came to Hu's mother's room, crying, "I lost my mother early and have never had milk."

Hu's mother couldn't refuse her, so she took off her top and let Huilin drink milk.

Unexpectedly, Huilin not only sucked and bit Hu's mother's breasts, but also pressed down on her, rubbing her breasts with both hands, and sticking her fingers inside her underwear, frantically stroking her vulva.

Mrs. Hu tried to resist, but she was no match for Zhang Huilin's immense strength. Besides, she hadn't been fucked in a long time and was feeling incredibly pent-up. Huilin quickly stripped her naked, her cunt overflowing with lustful fluids.

Suddenly, Huilin lifted her skirt, revealing a shiny black dildo, her pretty eyes fixed on Mrs. Hu's mature body.

Mrs. Hu screamed in terror, "You dare! Wait until Xueting comes back, then see what you do!"

Huilin laughed, "What's so difficult about that? Not only you, I'll fuck her too."

Mrs. Hu froze.

Huilin rubbed the dildo against Mrs. Hu's cunt, saying, "Don't worry, I haven't touched your daughter yet. But I know someone in our class wants to touch her."

Mrs. Hu asked, "Who?"

Huilin replied, "Wang Xinru, who went out with Xueting. She's our basketball team's point guard. Everyone calls her Flying Leopard."

Mrs. Hu pleaded, "Please, please don't do this to Xueting."

Huilin said, "Okay, but you have to make love to me seriously. And listen to me from now on. Otherwise, Xueting will..."

Mrs. Hu could only agree.

Huilin got up to make a phone call, then turned around and inserted the dildo into Mrs. Hu's vagina.

"Ouch, it hurts! Let me go!" Mrs. Hu cried.

"It won't hurt in a bit!" Zhang Huilin coaxed, "If you don't make love to me obediently, I'll have to go find Xueting and then fuck your daughter until she's dying!"

Mrs. Hu had no choice but to arch her back to meet the dildo.

Although Huilin was using a dildo, she skillfully fucked Mrs. Hu's vagina a hundred times.

Mrs. Hu, like parched land receiving rain, had her vagina full of vaginal fluid.

Huilin knew that Mrs. Hu was about to climax, so she fucked Mrs. Hu's vagina forcefully for another hundred times, until Mrs. Hu, pressed under Huilin, ejaculated.

Although there was no moaning, Huilin felt Hu's mother's lower abdomen twitching, knowing she had already climaxed.

Huilin pretended not to notice, made her doggy-style, mounted Hu's mother from behind, and thrust a hundred more times, feeling the woman climax again.

This time, she made Hu's mother stand facing the wall and began thrusting violently from behind, soon ejaculating again, her legs too weak to stand.

Hu's mother knelt and begged for mercy, but Huilin wouldn't listen. In a total of forty minutes, she fucked Hu's mother until she passed out.

There's a saying: "The tiger bites the mother, the leopard wants to devour the daughter. Xueting is in danger, but kicks out the scapegoat."

Chapter Five of Little Xueting's Story. The leopard, hungry, bites the green apple; Hu Xueting, in a moment of inspiration...

That day, Xueting returned home safely, but in her heart, she cursed Wang Xinru: "What a pervert, touching my genitals!"

Then she saw her mother and Huilin sleeping together, but didn't find it strange, and went to sleep herself.

The next morning, Huilin shook Hu's mother awake and said, "Was it good? I love mature women like you, with your big breasts, it's really exciting! Remember, what should you do to make sure Xueting is alright?"

Hu's mother didn't say a word and went to cook breakfast. At breakfast, Huilin said to Xueting in front of Hu's mother, "Hu's mother said my room is small and can only be used as my study. I'll sleep with Hu's mother from now on."

After saying that, the two went to class, laughing and chatting on the way; Hu's mother, however, was crying alone at home.

During halftime of the basketball team's practice that day, Wang Xinru complained to Zhang Huilin in a low voice, "You've been having a good time all day, regardless of whether your sister is dead or not!! Hu's mother is yours. You don't want Hu Xueting, but you won't let me have any either.

What kind of logic is that??"

Zhang Huilin said, "Hey! For my woman, I can only sacrifice you."

Wang Xinru was only 170 centimeters tall, how could she dare to talk back to Zhang Huilin, and could only leave in a huff.

During lunch break, Wang Xinru told Hu Xueting, "I saw Teacher Lin Yumei hide a package in the storage room."

After luring Hu Xueting to the basement storage room, Hu Xueting noticed Wang Xinru staring at her chest and already had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

So, before Wang Xinru could react, she said, "The other day, I saw that Teacher Mu Yuxin only gave you a 30 on your English midterm exam. With that kind of score, you not only have to leave the basketball team, but you also have to repeat the year."

Hu Xueting's words struck a chord with Wang Xinru, and she continued to provoke her.

Just as Wang Xinru was about to go find Mu Yuxin, Xueting seized the opportunity to slip away and tell Zhang Huilin everything.

When Wang Xinru realized Hu Xueting was gone, she understood she had been tricked. Enraged, she rushed back to the storage room and bumped into Mu Yuxin.

Mu Yuxin, only 155 centimeters tall and weighing 40 kilograms, was no match for Wang Xinru and fell to the ground unconscious. Wang Xinru then carried her to the storage room.

After closing the door, Wang Xinru stripped the teacher naked, attached a dildo, and tried to rape Mu Yuxin to vent her anger.

Unexpectedly, the dildo encountered some resistance; it turned out the teacher was still a virgin. Mu Yuxin woke up from the pain in her vagina, but unable to struggle, she could only watch as Wang Xinru raped her.

After discovering Mu Yuxin was a virgin, Wang Xinru carefully caressed her, kissing her gently and thrusting softly.

"Oh!" the teacher cried out.

"Teacher, does that moan mean you want me to keep fucking you, or do you want me to fuck you harder?" Xinru said with a smile.

"Please, have mercy on me," the teacher said weakly.

"Ha! You'll be begging me to treat you well from now on," Xinru said with a smile, and then continued to fuck the teacher, her skillful sex techniques bringing Mu Yuxin to orgasm three times.

Afterwards, Wang Xinru pretended to have a crush on Mu Yuxin and tried to persuade her with kind words; Mu Yuxin was swayed by sweet talk, and Wang Xinru successfully tricked Mu Yuxin into falling in love; in her first year as a teacher, the twenty-two-year-old Mu Yuxin fell in love with the sixteen-year-old Wang Xinru.

Mu Yuxin was of average build and serious appearance, but cute, and the perverted Wang Xinru loved to see Mu Yuxin's shy expression when she was raped.

There is a saying: "The teacher, unaware of human affairs, was kidnapped by a little apprentice. Xueting saw the tiger bite her mother, and was terrified to be caught by the tiger."

Chapter Six of Little Xueting's Story. Xueting was no match for the tiger's might

. Three days after Hu's mother was forced to feed the tiger, Hu Xueting returned home and overheard noises coming from her mother's room. She peeked through the crack in the door.

"Stop! I beg you, let me go!" Hu's mother pleaded.

Zhang Huilin ignored her and continued sucking on Hu's mother's labia, her hands roaming over her large breasts.

"Waaah!" Hu's mother cried.

"Stop!" Xueting shouted.

Xueting rushed in and immediately started fighting with Zhang Huilin. Hu's mother rushed to help Xueting, but Huilin, being the captain of the basketball team, quickly overpowered the mother and daughter, leaving them terrified.

"Wow! Stop fighting!" Xueting pleaded with her mother.

"Hmph!" Huilin then stripped Xueting naked and tied her up, pretending to rape her.

"Stop! You said you wouldn't touch my daughter. You broke your promise!" Hu's mother yelled, pulling Huilin away.

“I told you, you have to be my lover and make love to me obediently, then your daughter will be alright. But you didn’t do as I said, so why should I keep my promise?” Huilin said with a smile.

These words made Hu’s mother realize her mistake.

“As long as you don’t harm my daughter, I will definitely be your woman.” Hu’s mother said, and then hugged Huilin and kissed her. Xueting could only groan in pain.

“Oh, good licking.” Hu’s mother deliberately exclaimed, trying to distract Huilin.

Xueting looked at Huilin’s head, and when it burrowed between her mother’s legs, she couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Huilin was annoyed that Hu’s mother wasn’t concentrating on making love, so she forcefully inserted the dildo into her mother’s uterus.

“Ugh!” her mother cried.

Huilin left the dildo in her mother’s uterus, and then began to caress her mother’s breasts extensively. Naturally, under Huilin’s skilled caresses, she quickly became wet. Seeing this, Huilin began to thrust into the woman’s vagina again.

"Oh!" Because she was in front of her daughter, Hu's mother became excited and cried out loudly and wantonly.

Huilin touched Hu's mother's breasts and thrust even harder.

And so, Huilin frantically played with Hu's mother in the room using various positions and techniques.

By the end of the day, Hu's mother had finally been conquered by Huilin, both in mind and body.

There's a saying: "A mother will stop at nothing for her children, a tiger will stop at nothing for beautiful meat. Xueting cleverly devises a plan to sow discord, a fierce tiger clashes with a water dragon."

Chapter Seven of Little Xueting's Story. Xueting devises a plan to fight the tiger, the leopard coldly observes the hidden scheme.

These past few days, Hu Xueting watched her mother being raped by Zhang Huilin, unable to save her. Although Zhang Huilin hadn't harmed her, she still felt saddened by her mother's misfortune.

A week later, Xueting happened to pass by the school swimming pool on her way to PE class and saw

Chen Ping, the school team's "Water Dragon." She inadvertently witnessed Chen Ping's helpful actions and sense of justice, and a plan formed in her mind.

After school, Xueting went straight to Chen Ping, and the two exchanged pleasantries. Over the next few days, Xueting took every opportunity to chat with Chen Ping.

Half a month later, seeing the time was ripe, Xueting told Chen Ping the whole tragic story during a ten-minute break between classes. Chen Ping was immediately indignant.

After school, Xueting tricked Zhang Huilin into coming to Chen Ping, but the sharp-eyed Wang Xinru followed behind Xueting. As the

saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the magpie behind."

Chen Ping and Xueting confronted Zhang Huilin, and a disagreement quickly escalated into a fierce fight between Chen Ping and Zhang Huilin, while Xueting just watched in stunned silence.

Wang Xinru, true to her nickname "Flying Thief Leopard," saw through Xueting's plan at a glance and quickly reported the incident to the disciplinary office.

This resulted in both Chen Ping and Zhang Huilin being forced to transfer schools, and Wang Xinru getting revenge for Xueting's previous actions against Zhang Huilin, which also earned Xueting a major demerit.

Although Xueting received a major demerit, she and her mother were finally free from Zhang Huilin and enjoyed a carefree first year of high school.

Now, consider this: why didn't Wang Xinru target Xueting, the woman she had previously coveted?

It turns out that Wang Xinru, seeing Xueting's deep-seated cunning, lost all affection for her.

As the saying goes, "Evil people are often cowardly, fearing being framed."

Having learned their lesson, Wenying and her mother felt that having an elder in the house would ensure their safety.

So, Grandpa moved into Xueting's house. However, Grandpa had lost Grandma fifteen years prior. As the saying goes, "There's nothing new under the sun, but tragedy is commonplace. "

It's said, "A sixty-year-old man ravages two beauties; one day he'll meet the King of Hell, walking alone on the road to the Yellow Springs." This is

Chapter Eight of Xueting's story. A sixty-year-old lecherous man goes mad, and two beauties inadvertently fall into his clutches.

Since Xueting entered her second year of high school, Grandpa and Mom were at home every day, their lustful gazes escaping her. After a month of this, how could Grandpa possibly suppress his burning desire?

While Xueting was in class, seeing Hu's mother at home all day with her shapely figure, Grandpa could no longer suppress his lust. Taking advantage of Hu's mother tidying her clothes in her room, he rushed in and pinned her to the bed.

Grandpa was a seasoned veteran in the game of love, and he quickly stripped his wife of her clothes.

"Dad, you can't do this, I'm your wife," Hu's mother cried.

"Then you'd better listen to me and not move," Grandpa said with a smile, kneading Hu's mother's breasts with one hand and teasing her clitoris with his fingers with the other. After a few caresses, even the most virtuous woman would be overflowing with lust.

"Dad!" Hu's mother was powerless to resist anymore.

Grandpa saw that the time was right, gently biting Hu's mother's nipple with his teeth, making her limp on the bed, and then thrusting his penis into her from behind.

“Oh!” Mrs. Hu exclaimed.

“Go ahead and call out, my lovely daughter-in-law!” Grandpa said with a smile.

Grandpa slowly thrust in and out, gently twisting Mrs. Hu’s nipple with one hand, stroking her back with the other, and licking her neck with his tongue.

Mrs. Hu didn’t say anything, but she also had an orgasm, and the battle between lust and ethics, the wanton blood ties with her daughter, brought her body to a state of ecstasy.

The sixty-year-old man was still old, and he ejaculated after ten minutes. Mrs. Hu cried for a while, but thinking that Xueting would be back soon, she pretended that nothing was wrong and tried to deceive Xueting.

But Xueting was a perceptive person and had already noticed that something was wrong with her mother. Despite repeated questioning, her mother refused to say anything.

Xueting had no choice but to ask Grandpa, but she didn’t expect that this would only exacerbate the tragedy.

“Grandpa, I don’t know what’s wrong with Mom, she looks strange.” Xueting asked.

“It’s because…” Grandpa said, already leading Xueting into the room.

“Because I raped your mother.” As soon as Grandpa finished speaking, he violently tore off his granddaughter’s school uniform, just like his son had raped his own daughter years before.

“What are you doing!! Grandpa! Mom!” Xueting screamed.

Her mother was blocked outside the door, helpless. Grandpa’s lust for the young Xueting intensified, and as soon as her clothes were off, his penis entered her uterus.

“Ouch! It hurts! Grandpa, stop.” Xueting cried.

“Oh! Your body is so beautiful.” Grandpa said, and continued to violently rape his granddaughter’s vagina.

“You’re not a virgin!!!! Who slept with you? Tell me. Grandpa will let you go.” Grandpa said.

“It…it was Dad!” Xueting pleaded.

“Oh!! Great. Keep it in the family.” Grandpa said, and then thrust even harder, kissing Xueting’s entire body and teasing her breasts.

Finally, they both climaxed and ejaculated. Then Grandpa locked Xueting in the bathroom, opened the door, grabbed Hu’s mother, and violently raped her.

Throughout the day, Grandpa took turns having sex with the two women.

He finally conquered the mother and daughter with Xueting's illicit relationship with her father.

During Xueting's second year of high school, Grandpa took care of their sex life.

But this didn't last long; the sixty-year-old's body, worn out from all the hard work, eventually met its end.

Chapter Nine of Xueting's Story. The Incestuous Life of a Family of Three.

Xueting's senior year of high school was simple; she and her mother lived a peaceful year. The year Xueting was admitted to university, her father returned, and the family confronted each other. That night, the three of them slept in the same bed, playing a threesome.

Two months later, Xueting and her mother both became pregnant, carrying the same man's child. Within six months, they both had large bellies. When the mother and daughter lay side-by-side in bed, gazing at each other's round bellies and swollen, full breasts, they couldn't help but smile contentedly, letting their shared husband take turns fucking their two wanton, lewd cunts from behind.

New Dad's Diary : After

our son arrived

, my wife took our three-month-old son from the crib, unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked one of the bra cups, and breastfed him. At that moment, I lay on the bed, a book in my hand, watching them.

The scene of my wife lovingly caring for her child filled my eyes. "So beautiful!" I thought to myself, a warm and happy feeling welling up inside me. My wife and I have been married for three years. She is three years younger than me. Considering our age and social circles, we should have never met. Yet, fate brought us together. Actually, meeting her was quite a coincidence. I met her at a friend's wedding banquet, on behalf of my father. Her temperament and appearance deeply attracted me, especially her flowing long hair and graceful figure as she turned her head. I was captivated, and that's how I decided to spend my life with her. After a year of relentless pursuit, I finally "tricked" her into marriage. At the time, she hadn't graduated from university yet, and logically, it should have been two or three years before getting married. However, our intense love led her to marry me immediately after graduation. Our married life was blissful, our love inseparable, needless to say. But having a child didn't happen until two years after our marriage. Initially, we planned to have a child; it wouldn't have been difficult for either of us. However, partly because my financial situation wasn't entirely stable, and partly because she was relatively young, based on eugenic principles, we used contraception. Our parents also didn't encourage us to have a child so soon.

They suggested that people our age should wait four or five years before having one.

I vividly remember the night of our wedding, when my wife and I were heading back to the hotel, my father-in-law pulled us aside, patted my shoulder, and said in a suggestive tone, "Young man, be careful, restrain yourself a little. Your mother-in-law is still young and doesn't want to be called 'Grandma' too soon."

His words were clear: he didn't want me to do anything about it. What could I do? So, my wife and I could only force a smile and nod vigorously, praising my father-in-law's wisdom. Deep down, I felt terrible. "I need your permission to have a child? Am I even a man?" I cursed him countless times in my heart. Therefore, although we both really wanted to, the pressure of public opinion was too much for us, and my wife and I dared not disobey. We had no choice but to comply, leaving me to endure several years of "not being a man."

Now, let me tell you about how my son came to be: Looking back, it might truly be fate. After we got married, we relied on the rhythm method and withdrawal for contraception. While it wasn't the best approach, we couldn't bear to subject my wife to the effects of chemicals! So we had to compromise.

For two years, nothing went wrong. Besides, we had at least ten experiences before marriage, and being young and naive, we both used no protection. Even so, she didn't get pregnant. So we were quite confident in this, just waiting for our parents' approval for the "crystallization."

But one dark and stormy night, fueled by a video and a little alcohol, I wasn't careful and forgot to withdraw at the last moment, and my wife became a mother. When she found out the good news, Kun was overjoyed, laughing and saying, "Never before was this accurate!"

It sounds like I don't welcome children, but the truth is quite the opposite. I was even more excited about our baby than my wife. Besides buying a ton of books on pregnancy, early childhood education, and childcare, Kun stayed up late studying, as if he were back in his college entrance exam days. Eventually, my wife, heavily pregnant, would often make me milk, reminding me to take good care of myself and not to stay up too late studying.

As a result, I often had dark circles under my eyes. Unaware colleagues even advised me that this was normal in newlyweds, but I should still exercise some restraint to avoid harming my health, which made me both laugh and cry. During her pregnancy, my favorite thing to do was accompany my wife to the hospital for checkups. Partly to see how the little one was growing, and partly to let everyone in the hospital know that I was the man who had made my wife pregnant. The sense of pride and satisfaction I felt filled me with joy, which was evident on my face.

Perhaps due to hormones, my wife's complexion was rosy, radiating a captivating charm. It was then that I realized a woman is truly beautiful during pregnancy, and I loved my wife even more, unwilling to let her endure any hardship or injury. As the contractions gradually shortened and intensified, my anxiety grew.

However, all these worries vanished completely when the baby's cry rang out from the delivery room. At that moment, my mind was blank with only the thought, "I'm a father! I'm a father!" The emotion I felt was indescribable; I don't know how to express the excitement and exhilaration I felt.

To ensure my dear wife didn't get enough rest, I insisted she stay an extra week. She also attended some hospital events, such as newborn care classes and postpartum care sessions. In short, nothing happened to me while I was in the hospital.

However, after my wife and son returned home, I experienced what could be called adjustment difficulties, finding it hard to adapt to this new family dynamic.

I still adored my son as much as ever, but something felt off. The syllables "Dad" are easy to pronounce, but I couldn't grasp the meaning of "father." Young as I am, I found it difficult to accept this new identity and didn't understand how to fulfill my responsibilities as a father. On the other hand, perhaps due to maternal instinct, the word "competent" doesn't even begin to describe my love and care for our child.

Another issue is how to rebuild my relationship with my wife. She used to spoil me rotten, but after our child was born, she neglected me, seemingly indifferent to my feelings, or perhaps deliberately ignoring my thoughts. I don't know what to do; I feel like a deposed emperor. Moreover, the family's focus is now entirely on our son. Frankly, I feel not only lost but also incredibly lonely.

I suddenly realized that I grew up surrounded by love and care, always receiving without giving back. No wonder my family opposed us having a child at such a young age; they couldn't understand what it's like to be a responsible father. Suddenly having my hand turned down is extremely disorienting. After

work, I went to my son's bedroom. My wife was inside with him. I went up to her and hugged her around the waist. The sweet, charming way she used to play with our child now seemed so unfamiliar. I don't know what's missing between us, but I feel a significant distance has grown between us.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" My wife noticed I was lost in thought and asked me with concern.

This reminder snapped me back to reality.

"Nothing..." I stammered, then changed the subject, "Eee... little cousin, did you listen to Mommy today? Did you miss Daddy?"

I pinched my son's soft cheek, and he suddenly stopped smiling, sitting seriously in his crib, his eyes fixed on me.

I felt incredibly embarrassed; even my son didn't recognize me, his old man.

"Look how scared you've made him," my wife glared at me, picking him up and walking him around the bedroom. "Sweetie, it's all Daddy's fault," she teased him, touching his nose to mine, "Smile..."

Watching my wife and son together, a sudden sense of isolation washed over me. I felt unable to enter their world, like a nail unable to penetrate a thick steel plate.

"Can I really be a father?" I wondered.

(New Dad's Diary - Interrupted Passion)

After settling my son in, my wife returned to the bedroom. I secretly hid behind the door, and as soon as she came in, I hugged her from behind, reaching down to her chest and squeezing her breasts hard through her clothes, my five fingers skillfully caressing them. My

wife had no time to defend herself before I conquered her.

Her breathing quickened, and her soft breasts hardened under my caresses. My aching member pressed tightly against her buttocks, and her writhing body, stimulated by my caresses, stimulated me further. With each press of her soft, fleshy buttocks against my penis, the upward thrust of my penis intensified.

I let out a soft moan, my right hand moving to her smooth abdomen, adding pressure to her buttocks. My left hand lifted her skirt and slipped inside her panties. My entire palm pressed against her soft, downy body, my index and ring fingers parting the slender opening, my middle finger sliding up and down on the warm area.

"Ah...ah..." my wife murmured softly.

My hand went deeper, pinching her slightly protruding clitoris. My wife was almost going crazy, turning her head to kiss me, raising her arms to wrap around my neck, her tongue more thirsty than my fingers, fiercely searching for mine. I pushed my wife onto the bed, pressing her down beneath me. My swollen member pressed against her soft buttocks, the wonderful feeling going straight to my heart. I moved slowly, suddenly feeling a strong excitement and becoming even harder.

"So comfortable..." I opened my mouth slightly, my whole body enveloped in the atmosphere of passion. My middle finger went deep into her vagina, the mysterious fluid wetting my palm. My wife endured these intoxicating stimulations, her tender buttocks swaying violently, moving my swollen member against her. I could hardly bear it, and began to move my hips up and down as if we were having sex, pressing back and forth against my wife's buttocks.

The springs of the bed vibrated with a strange rhythm.

"Wait...wait a minute..." My wife pleaded, breathless from my weight.

I stopped what I was doing and eagerly turned her over, my hands already reaching inside her shirt. I grasped her breasts, my thumbs rapidly tracing her nipples. Her nipples hardened.

I leaned close to her ear, gently nibbling at her earlobe: "Is today the right time? I need you. ..."

Because of her pregnancy, we hadn't made love for over six months. My wife, lost in the pleasure of my caresses, said in a slurred, breathless voice:

"I don't care, I'm willing, I really am..."

She pressed down on my caressing hand, guiding it towards her climax. Her reaction was unexpectedly passionate; no wonder, we hadn't been together for six months.

I hastily and roughly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bra, which had been pulled down halfway. Her bright red nipples stood erect and full against her fair breasts, which swelled like balloons, firm yet tender, not without a softness. Her pink areolas rapidly enlarged and protruded, filling the front of her nipples. I reached out and unhooked her bra, kneading her nipples with my index finger and thumb while rubbing her entire breast with my other fingers and palms. My wife moaned softly.

I lowered my head, approaching her breasts, and licked her alluring cleavage with my tongue. My saliva-covered tongue traced a shimmering trail across the fair cleavage.

"Mmm... ah..." A tingling current surged through her bare chest; I knew my wife had completely surrendered.

Responding to me, she dazedly reached out and grasped my hard penis through her pajamas.

"Ugh..." I tried my best to keep quiet. I was almost at my limit, but I couldn't; my wife wasn't completely wet yet. If I went in now, we'd both be uncomfortable. I

lingered on her breasts for a while, then shifted my focus. My hands, which had been holding her breasts, moved to the hem of her skirt, and I skillfully pulled it down. The center of her white lace-trimmed panties looked like they'd been soaked, with a damp patch, and her dark pubic hair looked like it was through frosted glass. I slipped my fingers inside again to please her.

"Ah..." Her naked body writhed seductively. My right hand gripped the strap, pulling it upwards in waves, the silk rubbing against the deep side of her thighs. The intense pleasure made her arch her back involuntarily.

"Can I take it off now...?" I struggled to suppress my burgeoning desire.

"Yes..." my wife uttered a few indistinct syllables.

This was the moment...

I pulled down her panties, her wet genitals a vibrant red, like a blooming rose. I picked her up, and my wife pulled down my pajamas even more forcefully than I did. My erect penis was exposed before her, most of the glans visible, gleaming with desire under the soft light, along with her labia.

My wife reached out and grasped me, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the wet glans and fimbriae. She lowered her head to take me in her mouth, but I moved her away. Understanding my intention, she cooperated with my advance, opening her legs to welcome my entry.

I held my swollen penis, slowly rotating the glans inside her vagina, then thrust my hips forward, pushing the entire length into her.

"Ah..."

My wife, like a virgin experiencing love for the first time, involuntarily recoiled.

We skipped any foreplay; we both knew that I couldn't quell the hunger I'd felt over the past six months without penetrating her. I tightened my lower abdomen, the slight withdrawal of my penis allowing me to feel the pleasure emanating from her vaginal walls. I took a deep breath, relaxed my lower abdomen, and thrust in again, then with a powerful thrust of my hips, plunged the entire length into my wife's body.

"Ah..." My wife's moan was soft and delicate. She clamped my legs around her, the walls of her intimate area gripping me tightly.

Warmth emanated from our point of contact, warming my cold penis.

I began thrusting repeatedly. Although her vagina was tightly gripped, it was already lubricated by her love juices, allowing me to enter and exit without difficulty. Each time, I pushed it to the deepest point, as if she were sucking me in.

The bed shook violently back and forth.

My wife's mouth was slightly open, and she moaned softly, her legs tightly gripping my waist with each thrust. It seemed that no position could satisfy us both in a short time, so I kept changing positions, sometimes supporting her left leg and kneeling with her, sometimes grabbing her soft, white buttocks and entering from behind, sometimes lying on my side and spreading her legs to enter.

As the movements became more intense and the cycle of entry and exit shortened, our cries of pleasure gradually grew louder and more unrestrained. After so many days of abstinence, although I had relieved my desires through masturbation, it was never as pleasurable as having sex with my wife. What was even more comforting was that I continued for several minutes without feeling aroused.

"Today I can finally make love properly," I thought to myself with glee.

"Ah... um... hug... hug me..." my wife murmured dreamily. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her breasts, like ripples on water, tempted me to greedily grasp her. I couldn't help but reach out with both hands, my right hand pinching her nipples one by one, or holding her breast with all five fingers; my left hand roamed within the narrow opening between her legs, sometimes caressing her labia, sometimes kneading her sensual mound, each movement pushing her towards the peak of sensuality. My

wife gazed at me tenderly, her pretty face flushed, as if telling me how satisfied and happy she was.

Just as we were reveling in the waves of pleasure from our thrusting, just as my panting turned into howls of "Ah... ah...", a deafening scream suddenly came from the next room. Like a deflated balloon, my once rock-hard penis instantly went limp, collapsing into my wife's soft, wet vagina. My wife

quickly pushed me away, got up, put on her robe, and ran next door.

A moment later, our son's whimpers subsided and disappeared. "Sweetie! Don't cry! Mommy and Daddy are right here!"

My wife returned to the bedroom, not forgetting to comfort our son. Then , my wife

put her hands on her hips, glared at me with her bright, beautiful eyes, and slightly furrowed brows, giving me a reproachful look that said, "It's all your fault."

"Well... it's because you're so tempting..." I stuck out my tongue and answered innocently.

My wife didn't say a word, turned her head away, ignored me, and went to bed, turning her back to me.

I panicked; I couldn't possibly go to sleep with such burning desire. I leaned closer and patted her shoulder: "Honey, I want more..." I pressed my hand against her hip, telling her my situation.

"No, the children are protesting," my wife said, a little annoyed.

"But it's so uncomfortable," I said, leaning close to her face.

"It's alright, less is better for your health," my wife said coldly, probably angered by my earlier conversation.

"But we're already up, and just now... If we hadn't made love, it would be

fine, but... but..." I pleaded almost desperately.

My wife turned around, looking at me with a sullen expression. I knew she was being stubborn.

"Fine! Fine!" I shook her arm. "Alright! Alright! I'll do as you say..."

My wife reluctantly took off her pajamas. "I just can't do anything with you." Originally, she didn't want to continue, but unable to resist my insistence, she finally agreed.

So I once again slipped through the door she had opened for me, continuing our unfinished passion. However, without the accompaniment of moans, it felt somewhat incomplete. During my next thrust, I secretly opened my eyes to look at her. My wife's brows were slightly furrowed; the expression of ecstasy she had shown earlier was gone, and her body had become unusually limp, not responding to my rhythm. Indeed, she had truly lost interest.

I pursed my lips as I thrust. For just a few words, she'd become like this—truly spoiled. Time ticked by, and seeing that I hadn't come out, my wife's brows furrowed even more tightly. Seeing this, I felt she wasn't having sex with her husband, but rather like she was being raped. Coldness, displeasure, and disgust. I was somewhat surprised that a woman's sexual desire could plummet from infinitely high to infinitely low in such a short time.

I began to feel it was wrong to desecrate such a saintly woman. So I hurriedly brought myself to orgasm, and immediately withdrew from her body, too embarrassed and unwilling to continue.

When I lay on top of her, covered in sweat, her behavior was nothing like that of a woman who hadn't had sex in six months, nor was it the gentle, affectionate way she would have nestled in my arms shortly after our marriage. Instead, she pushed me away and scolded me in a motherly tone: "You have work tomorrow, go to sleep..." I was at a loss, and could only puff out my cheeks, turning my back to her in a huff. Although I knew going to sleep early was for my own good, shouldn't a couple put aside their troublesome work and enjoy their intimacy? She hadn't treated me like this even before I gave birth. So I remained resentful, feeling that things weren't as intimate as before. I have to admit that our lives have changed a lot, especially our sex life.

I remember the first couple of days after our marriage, our love nest was filled with romance and passionate desire. We were inseparable; almost anywhere could become a stormground. The bathroom, the sofa, the floor, the walls, and even the stairwell all witnessed our wild moments and the remnants of our passion.

I'll never forget the first time I pinned her against the wall, lifted her left thigh with my right hand, and entered her standing up; I also can't forget our first time making love with her mouth, our first time entering her from behind, and the madness of being sandwiched between her breasts for the first time; there was even a time when we were so intense that we soaked ourselves in fruit juice and then licked each other's bodies, faces, breasts, buttocks, and legs... To show how much she loved me, she smeared strawberry jam on my penis and sucked on it with her nimble and passionate tongue and cherry lips, sometimes taking it all in, sometimes spreading the jam evenly on the tip with her fingers, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking wildly. Then, when both our mouths were tired from licking each other, we began the deep battle of attack and defense.

Two naked bodies were tightly intertwined, with short-cycle vibrations at the most intimate point. Sinking into the ocean of desire, we kept changing various intercourse techniques to obtain the greatest pleasure and the most intense loss of consciousness, until I, as the male protagonist, had to ejaculate, the glistening liquid flowing over her breasts to end the encounter. Yes, the thick, sticky liquid between my wife's firm breasts was the sign that our love had reached its zenith.

The old days were so wonderful, but now my "little slut" is gone. She suddenly seems so distant, so untouchable. Now, no matter how much I tease her, she's not as proactive as before. She just goes along with me, as if forced to do homework she doesn't like. Not only is she uninterested, but the contemptuous look in her eyes crushes my confidence and even makes me feel guilty. Violating such a supremely pure mother is the most unforgivable sin. This is something I find extremely hard to accept. My passionate little slut before childbirth has become frigid after giving birth. I even suspect that the doctor might have given her some kind of medication during delivery to cause this. So I compromised, only asking for sex to appease my erectile desires. Even the erections I had in the middle of the night made me feel incredibly guilty. The intimacy we once shared was gone. For her, sex had become a routine, merely fulfilling the obligations of a married couple. For me, it had become a pure release of lust, completely devoid of the wonderful feeling of spiritual and physical union. It was utterly boring.

New Dad's Notes: Excitement in the Ordinary

Xiao Lin is a well-known veteran of the nightlife scene in our company. He's thirty years old but refuses to get married. Actually, he's a good person, but his attitude and physical needs have scared away several girlfriends. Because he's tall and strong, over 180 centimeters tall, he looks like an ox, and he's full of energy, with daily physical needs exceeding those of ordinary people.

I remember when I first joined the company, he had a close girlfriend. The first time she slept with him, she was terrified by his ability to have sex several times a night, and apparently, each time lasted at least ten minutes. No wonder she was scared away; I really don't know if his innate sperm production capacity has any limits.

After they broke up, Xiao Lin couldn't forget her and asked me to be their mediator, but she absolutely refused to go back to him.

She said that during their first time having sex, she was truly satisfied, in terms of technique and duration. Less than an hour later, he wanted it again, and she didn't feel anything then—after all, he was her boyfriend. But in the next three, four, and five times, Xiao Lin became increasingly vigorous, each time longer and more intense. She lost all interest in sex, not only becoming disgusted but also suffering from leg pain and spasms in that area, making it difficult to walk. She had to take the next day off to rest.

“If I continue seeing him,” she crossed her legs and lit a cigarette, “wouldn’t I not have to do anything? All I’d do is eat and wait for him to come home and fuck me?” Then she exhaled a smoke ring, emphasizing, “What’s worse, he might fuck me to death in bed one day.”

I smiled bitterly; indeed, I believed it was true. After being rebuffed, I could only go back and tell Xiaolin that she stubbornly refused. Xiaolin shrugged and made no other comment.

Since he didn’t have a regular sexual partner to satisfy his needs, and his body wouldn’t allow him to abstain, he had no choice but to frequently visit brothels.

I think he’d probably been hurt too many times, hence his very strange attitude towards women. He once said, "After marriage, besides being bound by that woman and losing my freedom, what's worse is that I can't enjoy all the beauties in the world. I, Xiaolin, was born into this world to fill the voids in those women's lives. So many women need me, so how can I get married..."

At the time, I naturally scoffed at this attitude, because the fact was that I had a wife who loved me, which ultimately made my unrestrained life more fulfilling, and we were exceptionally loving. So, intoxicated by my newlywed bliss, I naturally wouldn't think that way.

But surprisingly, when Xiaolin invited me to a Japanese sauna in the suburbs this time, contrary to my previous outright refusal, I hesitated for a moment before accepting his invitation.

"Have I really changed?" I wondered to myself.

So, after work, I went with him and a few young male colleagues to check it out. I didn't call my wife because I was afraid that hearing her soft voice would make me reveal everything, and I really didn't know what excuse I could come up with to get past her questions. Our destination was a Japanese-style sauna on the outskirts of the city. Kobayashi said that Japanese-style places were more suitable for us "newbies who had never seen the world."

The drive took about forty minutes.

As soon as we entered the large reception hall, several young women who looked to be in their early twenties, dressed in Japanese kimonos, greeted us. Several of them seemed to know Kobayashi very well, frequently flirting with him. Kobayashi then put one arm around each of the young women, freely caressing their slender, shapely bodies. He then turned to us and said, "Would you like to have some drinks and snacks first?"

We looked at each other for a moment, seeing that we couldn't make any judgment, so he took us to the restaurant to eat first. In fact, we really couldn't make a decision, so we followed his suggestion, after all, he was experienced.

Seeing such a magnificent sauna, I was truly astonished. I realized how ridiculous my previous notion of brothels being all the same, dimly lit, and simply places where men and women slept together was. Not only was the decor exquisite, but even the waitresses were stunningly beautiful; their loose kimonos made many men's breath catch in their breath. No wonder Xiaolin would linger here, even if it meant not getting married.

Their restaurant was essentially a massage parlor attached to the sauna. After walking past all sorts of men, our group of five sat at table number five near the counter, a spot offering a perfect view of the dimly lit dining area. I surreptitiously scanned the room; besides the fat man from before, table number eleven, about five meters to my left, also caught my attention. The waitress at the counter was shirtless, leaning over the table where a customer was seated. Her head was bowed, bobbing up and down occasionally. She was sucking on something indistinct in the dim light. The customer she was serving was lying on his back, his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water.

"What are you thinking about?" a flamboyantly dressed waitress asked me. Looking at her bright red lipstick, I thought of what had happened at table eleven. She had used the same method to please countless customers before kissing me. Suddenly, I felt disgusted with them. I turned my head away, ignoring her, my expression unfriendly. As is customary, the waitress who had served me, seeing that I wasn't paying attention, shrugged and went off to play and fool around with Xiaolin and his friends. I ignored them, continuing to drink and eat.

After about ten minutes, Xiaolin and his group of men and women became quite active, their actions becoming increasingly lewd. Ah Ming, who usually seemed so refined, was now touching a waitress under her skirt, causing her to groan and moan loudly as she lay on top of him.

Even Ah Zheng, who had only recently joined the company, was rubbing the breasts and buttocks of a waitress who looked only fifteen or sixteen.

Ah Xiang was quite bold, letting a waitress put her hand inside his pants and play with it, asking her to count how many nipples he had.

And of course, there was Xiao Lin. I just sat there blankly, because the waitresses thought I was difficult to please, so they ignored me.

Not long after, Xiao Lin let out a strange cry, sticking his hand out from under a waitress's skirt and licking his wet palm with his tongue. Then, everyone, quite tacitly, got up to go to the sauna. Thinking that what I was doing wasn't right, I decided to go home. But Kobayashi said, "Oh dear! It's rare for everyone to come out and have fun, isn't this a bit unfair?" So she went to find the madam in charge and asked her to give me a new one. Before I could refuse, the madam arrived.

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