[Urban] Dad Having Sex with a Girl (Complete) - 10-12

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My brother's thick glans was repeatedly pounding against my uterine wall, rubbing against my vaginal walls. The feeling was like floating in a cloud of clouds, blissful and ecstatic.

With each thrust, hot, sticky vaginal fluid gushed out, quickly wetting my pubic hair—a whole bunch!

Every time my brother thrust in, my body went into a trance.

"Ah...ah...good...so good..."

I couldn't help but moan lasciviously, my hands gripping wildly.

"Oh...kiss me...fuck me..."

My brother pulled his penis out slightly, leaving only the glans inside, then thrust in again, repeating this motion.

When the glans touched the uterine wall, a strange sensation washed over me, making my mind race. My vaginal opening tightened, holding the glans tightly, responding to its rhythm.

My body trembled as if electrocuted, in sync with the rhythm of his glans, which was about to reach its peak.

My brother continued to thrust with vigor, pumping in and out.

I felt the waiting was too long; I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ah...no...I can't take it anymore..."

I moaned, not even knowing what I was saying.

My brother continued to thrust, twisting his waist as he rubbed my nipples with his hands. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and his stimulation of my breasts made my lust rise even higher, and my moans grew louder and louder.

"Ah...ah...harder...faster...oh...ah..."

I was startled by my own lewd moans. But these waves of lewd sounds only spurred my brother's penis to fuck me even harder!

I realized my voice was too loud, so I put my fingers in my mouth to lower the volume.

Just as I expected, my brother was thrusting with all his might.

"Ah...ah..."

Not only my moans, but even my rapid breathing seemed to ignite his passion. His large, fleshy penis, swallowed by my own juices, was fiercely plunging towards its apex.

To match his rhythm, I arched my back in response, working together to push his penis as far as it could.

"Ah...no...no...I'm coming..."

I felt my brother's hands press down hard, then he pulled out and "whoosh," ejaculating hot, thick semen onto my belly.

"Mmm...mmm..."

My brother groaned as well.

Finally, we both reached our climax.

After a while, my body stopped spasming and slowly calmed down. My brother's rapid breathing gradually evened out in my ears.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, my brother was gone. That night, although I had sex with my brother, it seemed he and my sister-in-law, Chieko, had returned to their old ways. Although I felt tricked, I could only silently watch everything unfold in their presence.

Of course, I hoped their relationship would improve; after all, they were my brother and sister-in-law. And I knew perfectly well that I couldn't let my brother sleep with me again. Fortunately, after that night, my brother seemed completely unaffected, interacting with me naturally, and Chieko didn't seem to have noticed anything about my relationship with him. But about a month later, one late night, my brother came to my room again… (Here we go again… I thought…) “Brother, what’s wrong? No!” I had just finished watching a midnight TV program and was changing into my pajamas, preparing to go to bed. I looked at him closely; he seemed to have drunk a lot and looked a little drunk. "I lost track of time playing mahjong with my friends, and Chieko wouldn't let me into the room." I couldn't help but think, "This is going to happen again. " Even though it's not my fault, facing someone so prone to hysteria... Sigh! Am I just supposed to accept it like that night and sleep with her? I thought to myself, and it's so late now. "This... Brother... I think you should go back to your own room, it's more..." Although I said this, the passionate scene from that night kept replaying in my mind. "It's okay! It'll be fine. Chieko herself said you should sleep with Sanae! If we change this double bed to a single bed, you won't have this problem anymore!" (What is my brother talking about? That thing that made me feel so good, he calls it a problem...) So they were just arguing about single versus double beds! I guess my brother was planning to come here while they were arguing! But ever since my brother came to see me, I've really been tempted, and I can tell he's been looking forward to it too! "Okay! Sanae, let me love you properly tonight!" My brother whispered wickedly in my ear, his breath reeking of alcohol. Ugh! This brother of mine always makes me lose control. He'd already torn open my bra and was licking my nipples with his tongue. A moment later, he gently bit them with his teeth, and I cried out excitedly. "Ah... ah..." A moan escaped my throat, and naturally, I slowly opened my legs. But my brother didn't put his hand inside me; he was just playing with my nipples. "Oh... Sanae... you're such a cute little sister..." "Ah... great... so comfortable... but my sister-in-law..." My brother didn't answer me; he continued to kiss my abdomen. He licked my upper body repeatedly, starting from my nipples, then my breasts, then my abdomen and armpits, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I raised my hands, letting him suckle the hair under my armpits. Every time I raised my hands, my brother would instinctively bring his lips to my thick armpits and kiss me passionately. "Ah...so good..." I couldn't help but moan again, spreading my legs wider and my waist beginning to writhe restlessly. In just a short while, I was burning with desire, wanting my brother to quickly insert his penis into my vagina and fuck me hard. "Ah...brother...the front...the bottom...faster...fuck me...I...I can't take it anymore..." I pleaded breathlessly, rubbing my brother's already erect penis with my hands. Oh! This penis is burning hot! And it kept dripping sticky fluid, which soaked my hands! "Ah... ah..."

My brother leaned in and kissed my lips again, and I couldn't help but hum softly, while simultaneously receiving the saliva from his mouth. Ah... this blissful moment.

"Hey! Is it okay?"

Oh! I pressed on again, urging him coquettishly.

As I spoke, I got up, and my brother slowly lay back. I hooked my legs around him and slowly climbed onto his body, then straddled him like a horse.

Lying face up, my brother's erect penis stood straight between his legs. I impulsively grabbed the hot penis and inserted it into my already wet vagina. Then I slowly sat down, letting it fully penetrate my vagina.

Oh! The feeling was even better than last time! I arched my back, placed my hands on the bed, and half-bent over, moving my body up and down, guiding the penis in and out of my vagina.

I was convulsing and panting, while my brother below me was kneading my full breasts with both hands, occasionally pinching my nipples.

His thick penis was stimulating deep inside my vagina, and the stimulation of my nipples was driving me to the brink of madness.

I had complete control over his penis; with just a little effort, I could push it to its peak. My vaginal fluids were overflowing from my penis.

"Ah...ah..."

I moaned, reaching my climax. My

brother had ejaculated as well, and we held each other tightly, sleeping until dawn.

My sister-in-law, Qianjiangzi, completely unaware of our affair, would sometimes send my brother to my room, and each time we would have a passionate encounter.

The more we had sex, the more we wanted each other. I thought, "If this continues, one day my brother will definitely divorce my sister-in-law..." My

brother is the closest person to me besides my parents. I discuss everything with him, from schoolwork to my future plans.

My parents run a shop near Aoyama Station, so they don't get home until after 10 pm every night. When they're not home, I eat, listen to music, and watch TV with my brother.

When I was in my first year of high school, my brother was already a university student.

Once, when we went to the beach, something strange happened in the car.

Maybe it was the cold sea breeze! On the way home that night, I suddenly had a stomachache, and nothing I did helped. The pain was below my navel, probably in my intestines!

My brother immediately stopped the car, had me lie down in the back seat, and massaged my stomach with his hands. Even so, the pain was unbearable.

His hands, as he massaged my stomach, were so warm, and suddenly I wanted him…

"Brother, your hands are so warm, help warm my tummy!"

I said, and my brother seemed hesitant. I was wearing a t-shirt and a mini-skirt.

Ever since I started second grade, my breasts have gotten bigger. That day, I wasn't wearing a bra, which was probably why my brother was bothered!

Underneath my mini-skirt, I was wearing stockings that tightly covered my legs, so rubbing from the skirt wouldn't be effective at all.

"Hey! Hurry up! Warm it up inside!"

I said, forcefully guiding my brother's hands under my mini-skirt, thinking that this would definitely relieve the pain.

Looking at my brother's confused face, I knew it was because I was still a woman, even though I was his sister. At that moment, my stomach was aching in waves, like many needles were pricking me.

"Brother... hurry up!"

I urged him angrily. My brother seemed to have made up his mind and placed his hands on my abdomen.

"Ah... so comfortable..."

What warm hands.

"You're getting cold!"

"Take a shower when you get home, maybe that will help..."

There was some traffic, and it took almost two hours to get home. Actually, during those two hours, my mind was in turmoil.

When my brother's hand touched my stomach, it was just a little above my pubic hair, sometimes even brushing against it. I had a strange feeling.

Although I had experience with masturbation, this was the first time a man had touched my stomach like this!

My brother was too polite to touch my pubic hair, let alone the area below it.

For me, the painful area was near my pubic hair! So I looked up again and said,

"Not there, a little below, yes, right there..."

My brother's hand moved down from there. He must have felt embarrassed then!

"You haven't gone to the toilet for days, have you?"

"Ugh! Disgusting! Why can't you say something nicer?"

"There's no other way. There seems to be a motel over there, let's go check it out!"

"Quick...take me there quickly, I'm in so much pain, I need to go to the toilet."

After driving for about two or three minutes, we saw a large signboard flashing neon lights. I didn't know if it was a motel.

I thought it was just an ordinary restaurant. Once inside, there would be warm water for showering and a toilet. My brother drove the car into the motel.

The room was completely different from what I expected. There was a large bed, a sofa, and of course, a refrigerator and a TV. There were even pretty lace curtains hanging on the windows!

The motel manager brought in tea.

"Please enjoy yourself..."

she said, and then left. I quickly crawled into bed in pain. My brother was running a bath for me in the bathroom.

"Okay! Come in! Let's go inside!"

Hearing him say that, I quickly got up and went inside.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't poop, so I kept going in the bathroom.

"Mmm...mmm..."

I kept moaning. Then my brother came in and asked,

"Do you want me to rub it for you?"

He started rubbing my lower abdomen and back from behind. Although I was embarrassed, my brother wanted to ease my pain.

I was really grateful for his kindness. His hands, just like in the car, were directly caressing my skin.

"If I need to poop later..." "If it comes out..."

"What?"

"I mean..."

"Want to poop? If you really want to, then poop! I can stand the smell..."

"I'm sorry, brother..."

I sincerely apologized from the bottom of my heart.

But no matter how long I waited, it still didn't come out, so I had to go back to bed, and my brother continued to rub me.

I lay on my back, exposing my belly, while my brother knelt beside the bed, stroking it. His hand, which had only dared to roam over my thighs in the car, now reached into my thick, dark forest.

He was silent, almost sulking.

It felt like something hard was stuck inside my stomach, and he rubbed that spot vigorously.

Suddenly, I passed some gas, and the pain seemed to lessen.

"A hot bath would be better! Warming up will make you feel better,"

he said, going into the bathroom and turning off the tap. He then picked me up and began undressing me—my miniskirt, t-shirt, everything. Finally, I was left only in my underwear and stockings. He then reached under my armpits and carried me into the bathroom.

My brother's hands pressed against my breasts. I wondered how he felt. His heart must be pounding! I thought…

After taking off my underwear, I got into the bathtub and began stroking my belly.

"Hey! Brother! Come in! Come massage my tummy."

I was surprised that I said such a thing. After I finished speaking, my body suddenly felt like it was on fire. I think I was tempting him like this so that I could experience the pleasure of being touched by my brother's hands again!

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about? Are you asking me to take a bath with your big breasts?"

This time my brother was interested, so he took off his clothes, wrapped a towel around his lower body, and then got into the bathtub. At this point, there was no barrier between us; we were one.

The thing my brother was hiding under that towel was surprisingly big!

"Hey! Anzi!" my brother called to me.

"Huh... what..."

As soon as I answered, I saw my brother standing under the showerhead, and he took out what had been hidden under the towel.

"Ah! You... you..."

I couldn't help but turn my head away.

"Never seen one before, have you! Take a good look! I don't just show it to people! I'll put it in your treasure, Anzi, later, okay?"

"Wow! How scary!" I couldn't help but peek at it sideways. When my brother squatted down, the water in the bathtub overflowed the floor.

He stood in front of me again, his large penis throbbing in front of me. I gradually became excited, staring intently at it, increasingly unable to control myself.

"Look... um... touch it..."

At this moment, like a mindless robot, I actually did as my brother said.

"This! Kiss it."

I pulled it forcefully and kissed the glans.

"Um! Harder! Open your mouth wider."

I did as he said, finally shoving my brother's penis into my mouth. My brother slowly twisted his waist, and the penis in my mouth moved in and out.

"Put it inside Anzi, okay?"

my brother asked casually.

"This..."

My stomach pain gradually subsided from the hot water.

Not only that, but it was probably the first time in my life I'd ever seen a man's penis, and I was even touching it with my hand. This was quite a shock, and in my haste, I forgot about my stomachache.

The place my brother wanted to penetrate, as he said, suddenly tightened, though not drastically, but I could still feel a slight pain.

My brother pulled me up and made me stand in the bathtub, then he slumped down into the tub with a "thud," leaving my wet, dripping genitals completely exposed to him.

Then, he grabbed my buttocks with both hands, pressed his mouth against my thick, dark pubic hair, and plunged in. His tongue emerged from his mouth, and he passionately licked my genitals, from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, over and over again.

When his tongue touched my clitoris, I felt a jolt, cried out "Ah!", and my hips involuntarily began to move.

No matter how much I trembled, my brother's tongue continued its repeated movements from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

"Brother, no... Anzi can't stand anymore..."

"Hmm! Hold my head tight, come on! Spread your legs a little wider."

"Like this? Brother..."

My brother forcefully thrust his tongue deep into my vagina.

Oh! With the movement of his tongue, pleasure coursed through my entire body. I couldn't help but hold my brother's head tighter and tighter, my body feeling as if it were floating in mid-air, unable to touch the ground.

My brother got up, picked me up, and carried me out of the bathtub, then used a towel to dry my wet body.

"Anzi, can I put my thing inside you, okay?"

It was strange enough that siblings were bathing together in the same tub, but for my brother to actually say he wanted to put his manhood inside me was... ...

(This isn't my fault... it's my brother's responsibility... if Mom finds out, I'll say it's all his fault!)

I thought to myself.

Now that I'd made up my mind... my stomach didn't hurt anymore; instead, I felt a surge of anticipation and excitement.

Although I had previously tried to justify my feelings, now I'd just blame it all on my brother! I was actually impulsively wanting to try it out.

As far as I knew, several of my classmates had had this experience.

"Hey! Do you know what intercourse is? Once you do it, you'll be hooked! It's like it's inserted here, and then your breathing becomes rapid! Imagine what it feels like to have something inserted from below, can you imagine? There's even a sound when it's inserted! It's truly an ecstatic thing...

I don't know how to describe it. Do you know what that thing is? It's very long! It just 'whoosh' inserts..." Just imagining it is enough to excite me for half a day! Let alone doing it...

And although it's inconspicuous, it can even fit something as hard as an iron rod, unbelievable, right? And once it's pulled out, it can immediately return to its original state! Isn't that a cute place?

They always say things like that, as if they're trying to fool me into thinking I don't know what it's all about. Actually, it's nothing special, is it?

But even so, I still fantasize about that day coming, but who will it be?

"Is it Narita-kun or Sano-kun...?"

When they show me a bunch of photos of boys who want to get close to me, my brother's face always comes to mind first.

I think I've been hoping for something like this to happen since then!

And my teenage years were completely dependent on my brother, maybe he's always considered me the person he needs most. Of course, that includes that kind of thing.

My brother carried me to the bed, and I hugged his neck tightly.

"Brother... I like you so much!"

These are the words I often say.

"You rascal..."

My brother tapped my head with his chin, and I was overjoyed. If he really wanted to put his penis inside me, I decided to accept it wholeheartedly.

My brother made me lie on the bed. As he inserted his penis into my already wet vagina, the faces of my friends flashed through my mind. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about being penetrated, but something else entirely.

"Finally, I've officially joined your ranks!"

It went in a little bit, and I felt unbearable pain.

"Ah...it hurts..."

I cried out in pain, pushing against my brother's chest with both hands.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"

"Hmm..."

"It's unavoidable. It hurts at the beginning, especially the first time. It won't hurt after that. Just bear with it..."

"Ah...brother..."

I cried out, and to make my brother's penis go deeper, I arched my back to cooperate. The moment I arched my back to accept it marked the beginning of my farewell to my virginity. Finally, my brother buried his long penis all the way inside me.

I touched the point where our genitals were joined with my fingers; my brother's penis was inserted perfectly, not an inch too much or too little, into my lower body.

I quietly anticipated the next pain, but my brother didn't move. Even though my brother didn't move, the fairy inside me was freely teasing that penis!

"What's going on? Anzi, there seems to be something strange inside you!"

"Really? You're talking nonsense!"

"It's really moving inside! Maybe you've given birth to a 'masterpiece' inside."

"Masterpiece? What's that?"

"Oh! A masterpiece is a masterpiece, it's a machine that can enhance performance."

"Brother knows this by comparison, how many people have you had sex with? Three, five, or..."

"Hmm... how can I say such things? But among them, yours is the best, and it's top-notch..."

"So, do you love me?"

"Hmm... of course I love you!"

Through the thin membrane, I could feel my brother's penis breathing inside! Although this was my first time, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. Perhaps it's because we're siblings?

"Brother, move! I'm looking forward to it!"

Soon, my brother slowly pulled his penis out, then quietly inserted it again, repeatedly pulling out and inserting it.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Mmm! It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Then he started thrusting violently.

"Slap... slap..."

Just like my friends said,

"It hurts at first, which means the real fun is yet to come!"

I'd already tasted the sweetness of this first time.

I really didn't know how many girlfriends my brother had, and I'd never had the chance to compare his sex skills. But from the beginning, my brother made it clear he was determined to make me feel good today, so I believed his skills were top-notch!

I arched my back to meet his rhythm, my legs involuntarily wrapping around his.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, threatening to burst through my fingernails, a spasmodic sensation as if something were crawling all over my body. Even though my brother's penis was fully inside me, my juices flowed like a river, soaking my buttocks.

My breasts heaved like waves, and my entire body was drenched in sweat.

Afterwards, my brother helped me wipe my soiled areas and buttocks; the bed beneath me was already stained with a large patch of blood-tinged vaginal fluid.

"Just as I expected... just as I expected..."

my brother muttered as he wiped me with a wet wipe.

"So you really are serious about me, even though I've always wanted to do something really exciting..."

"Brother, you're such a hidden talent!"

"Tch! What did you say?"

"Have you found someone you want to do it with?"

"No, I haven't found anyone and I don't really want to, but seeing all my classmates doing that kind of thing so enthusiastically, so I..."

"Hmph! I'm different! I'm only willing because it's with you. It would be so scary if it were someone else!"

"You mean you're not used to being naked like this?"

"Yeah! So from today onwards, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Hey! Want to take a shower? You can't go back on your word!"

I felt like I'd grown up in an instant. Just like I usually ask my mom to carry me, I asked my brother to hold me and take me into the bathroom. I held my brother's head tightly to my chest.

My brother excitedly sucked on my breasts again. Even though the balloon had just burst, the pleasure inside me was still like being inflated, filling every corner of my body.

We played our sweet, forbidden game wildly, almost forgetting we were supposed to go home.

It was past 11 PM when we got home. Normally, my parents would be worried sick, but seeing me with my brother, they had nothing to worry about.

Although being with my brother meant I wouldn't have to worry, after that night, everything was different...

I secretly chuckled to myself at my unsuspecting parents. I thought that from now on, given the chance, my brother would definitely propose to me again. Of course, I was also very grateful to my brother for letting me become a real woman at the right time.

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mother died of cancer in the spring of my third year of junior high school. Afterward, relatives and friends actively persuaded my father, who was just over forty, to remarry.

"If it's for Mariko's sake, that's fine. Everything should be based on Mariko's opinion. As for me,

as long as the person I marry can cherish Mariko, I have no objections."

I clearly remember my father always answering like this.

For this reason, my aunt specially invited me out for a detailed discussion.

"Mariko! Tell the truth! Your words represent your father's feelings! What do you say!"

That's true; I was really stumped by the question.

For more than six months since my mother's death, my father, a working professional, has had to get to work at 7 a.m. every day and leave promptly at 8 a.m. to be there before 9 a.m. Besides making breakfast himself, he also wakes me up.

His meticulous care has somewhat lessened my longing for my mother.

But whenever I see my father clumsily doing chores in the kitchen, I deeply realize,

"We really do need a mother to take care of us."

Making dinner is my job, and when I hesitate about what to make, I often call my dad's office to ask.

"What do you want to eat?"

Of course, I also often call his workplace for other little things. I shouldn't bother him at work like this, but I can't not ask, so I started asking in symbolic ways.

"How about A tonight?" This means: "We'll have fish tonight."

Or "I think B might be better than A, oh!" which means: "Meat is better than fish."

Conversations like this eventually became popular in my dad's company, and some people even envied our close father-daughter relationship!

As for me, I really don't want anyone interfering in our close relationship, so when my aunt brings up that matter again, I always answer her like

, "Anyway, this kind of life is fine for now, let's talk about that after I graduate high school!" My aunt always speaks from my dad's perspective, and she always expects me to say "okay!" “Mariko! Your father is only forty-two years old. Besides, there are many things you wouldn’t understand. A forty-two-year-old man needs a woman.” “That’s why I’m responsible for cooking dinner. After coming home from school, I’m also responsible for cleaning the house and doing laundry! Aren’t these things women should do?” After answering her like this, my aunt smiled and said, “Mariko, a woman’s job isn’t just about laundry and cooking! A woman’s health is also very important…” “You mean her health?” “Yes! I’m talking about her health. It’s not good if your father has other women outside, or goes to brothels to do that kind of thing. But asking him not to do it is a bit much for a normal forty-two-year-old southerner.” My aunt was almost at her wit’s end, and all I could do was listen, blushing. This was the first time I’d learned about a woman’s special functions, but I thought my father probably didn’t want to do that kind of thing with any woman other than my mother! “But bringing other women into the house, I just can’t stand it!” “That’s because you’re still an innocent girl. You don’t understand your father’s needs at all. Why don’t you try to see things from his perspective? Don’t you think he’s pitiful?” “Stop talking. I still think things are fine as they are.” After strongly objecting to my aunt, I ran out of the house crying. I didn’t know why I was so sad. Tears just kept flowing uncontrollably. On my way home from a walk in the nearby park, I happened to see my father and aunt talking in the living room. Knowing it was wrong, I still went around to the window and secretly listened. “I told you! It’s really unreasonable for you to talk to Mariko about this. If she could understand a man’s perspective, then she’d be an adult. Besides, although it’s a bit inconvenient for a family without a woman, how could she possibly understand those inconveniences!” “This… I didn’t expect this…” “Yes! She thinks that washing clothes and cooking are a woman’s job. Sigh! Actually, I really want to remarry, but I still prioritize Mariko’s opinion. So I think this matter is probably not going to work out.” “What a pity! She was only married for half a year when her husband passed away in a traffic accident. So she went back to her parents’ home and helps out at the shop her family runs. Such a beautiful woman, and very easy to get along with.” “Yes ! Just looking at her photos, you can tell she’s a good person, but never mind! Please don’t say any more, I’m a little worried.” "Hey! Talk to Mariko again! If it's really necessary, just be frank! She's still your daughter, she should understand. As for the reply, keep it for now! Think about it and we'll talk later." "Hmm... well... that's fine then!" Then they talked about many unimportant things. Judging from the content of the conversation, my aunt had brought photos to talk to my father while I was away. So I didn't go home immediately, but quickly moved away from under the window and wandered around the park area. I don't know how long it took before I slowly walked home. The matter of remarriage was never mentioned again. My father didn't talk about it, and even my aunt, who often visited, never mentioned it again. My aunt lived two stops below on the same tram line; it took about twenty minutes to get to my house by bicycle. She often cooked delicious dishes and brought them to share with us. Since my father felt it was inconvenient without a woman in the house, I started to do what my mother used to do... I would pour beer for Dad, or tidy up his clothes after he showered. Of course, I didn't feel like I was serving Dad; it was just what I was supposed to do. When my aunt came again, Dad kept praising me. "I have a new wife now, and she does everything so well for me! Look! She even ironed my yukata so neatly." "Oh! That's not easy!" "And that's not all! She even prepares beer for me every day and changes my shirts every three days. A wife like that is hard to find even if you have money!" Seeing Dad so happy made me happy too, and it made me determined to make Dad's life better and happier. My aunt leaned close to Dad's ear and said in a voice I could barely hear, "That's what she says, but she still can't sleep with you, can she?" When I heard their laughter, my head felt like it had been electrocuted, and my mind went blank. They thought no one heard, but I overheard them. At night, lying in bed, the words "accompanying overnight," "accompanying overnight," pierced my heart like arrows, making it impossible to fall asleep. Of course, I knew what "accompanying overnight" meant, and I also knew that for men, it was a rather pleasurable thing. But for women, whether it was really that pleasurable, I didn't know. In television or movies, when a man forces himself on a woman, most women look very uneasy. I think that feeling must be extremely painful, and even at the moment of union, the woman's expression is one of pain. The furrows between her brows tell you that she is in excruciating pain, but she has to endure it to please the man. However, I think if I could do what that woman did, and it would make my father happy and stop mentioning remarriage, I would be willing to endure it. On May 3rd, in the middle of the night, a storm relentlessly pounded against the window of my second-floor dormitory, emitting a constant, mournful howl. There were two rooms on the second floor, one about three square meters, and the other was my dormitory, about two square meters. Downstairs, there's a kitchen and a living room that doubles as a dining area. The living room has a sofa, and behind it is a three-square-meter bedroom and a Japanese-style room. The bedroom contains a double bed for my parents; it's a rather quiet room, and right now, my father is resting alone on that large double bed. Before bringing up the idea of "staying overnight," I had to do some careful consideration. If I suddenly mentioned "staying overnight," my father would definitely be furious and say, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Having already chosen my moment, the approaching storm only strengthened my resolve to do it.

I put on floral bikini-style underwear; a bra was obviously unnecessary. I was famous in class for my large breasts; the boys called me "Big Boobs" behind my back because they all wanted to suckle my ample bosom.

"Dad! Are you asleep? Dad!"

I called out sweetly, knocking on my father's door.

It seemed my father, who had drunk two bottles of beer after coming back from outside, was already fast asleep.

(Hmph! Doesn't he want a woman? How can he sleep!)

I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

It was the first floor with no windows, so I couldn't feel the storm's noise, but I was determined to wake my father.

"Hey! Dad, are you asleep or awake?"

"What's wrong, Mariko? What happened?"

"Yes! It's Mariko! Who else could it be?"

"What's wrong?" "

The second floor is too scary, I can't sleep."

"Oh! It's a storm! I had no idea, is the second floor alright?"

"That's why! It's not good at all, it's so scary, so scary that I can't sleep!"

"Is that so? Wait a minute!"

The door was locked from the inside, so it couldn't be opened from the outside.

After the door opened, Dad looked at me sleepily.

"Sleep with me!"

Before Dad could say another word, I quickly jumped past him and onto the double bed.

At that moment, I didn't know what kind of expression Dad had on his face, because as soon as I got into bed, I crawled under the covers and covered my head completely.

"Oh, I see. I really didn't know the wind was blowing so hard! You can't hear a sound in this bedroom, with such a strong storm, how can anyone sleep!"

Dad muttered to himself.

My father didn't say anything as I quickly slipped under the covers. But the "storm" seemed to imply that he allowed me to do so.

Perhaps he was a little drunk! After finishing his water, my father smoked a cigarette alone in the dark. He seemed to have thought of something; maybe this is what it means to be of one mind! Perhaps my father had already sensed what I wanted to do!

But he was probably thinking, I didn't know about the secret conversation I had with my aunt last time! Could this daughter, who was only a high school freshman, really be so bold?

This daughter was far more mature than he thought! My father didn't seem to realize this. Because in the minds of parents, they always treat their children like elementary school students.

After a long time, his judgment seemed to have fallen asleep in his heart. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes wasn't so unpleasant anymore.

My father finally went to bed, and I wanted to force myself to press my "motherly" breasts against his body, but I felt a little uncomfortable. Finally, I did it, and watching my father's hands fumble and bewildered, that feeling was extremely pleasant.

Am

I a delinquent girl?

Am I the gentle and obedient daughter my father envisioned?

I did this simply to stop my father from having any thoughts of remarriage, and also to repay his kindness.

My next action was a decision I made after thoroughly observing my father's reaction.

On the stormy night, my father's behavior showed that he no longer saw me as his daughter. In his subconscious, I was just a real woman. With this realization, I planned my next step.

So, about four days later, one night, I made a decision as decisively as if I had jumped off a stage and went to my father's bedroom.

"Dad! Are you asleep?"

I knocked on the door and called out loudly.

My father wasn't asleep yet; he was probably reading. He opened the door immediately when I knocked.

I stood motionless in front of him, my hands crossed over my stomach, looking at him.

"What's wrong? Mariko, what's wrong?"

My father put his arm around my shoulder and looked carefully at my face.

"My stomach hurts... oh..."

"Oh! When did it start?"

"About an hour ago. I took some medicine, but it didn't work."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Hmm... there... oh... it's here! It's a dull ache. Oh, Daddy!

Rub it for me! Rubbing it might help..."

Determined to do it, I lay down on the bed without waiting for Daddy's answer and started moaning, "Oh... oh..."

No parent in the world would stand by and watch their daughter suffer, so I boldly took action.

"Really want me to rub it...?"

Daddy really didn't want to rub it for me? Humph! What's with the politeness? Suddenly I felt a little dissatisfied.

So Daddy lay down next to me and put his hands near my stomach.

"Ouch... hurry... rub it!"

I cried out in a spoiled tone.

"What did you eat?"

"Nothing! I ate the same as Dad! Ah... I feel so comfortable like this..."

"You're not too cold, are you?"

"Hmm... I don't know..."

Tonight I wore a loose yukata, tied with a thin sash, knotted in the front. I always tied the knot high, so Dad's hand was just below the knot.

"Put more pressure! Dad's weak rubbing won't work, you should use this kind of pressure..."

I pressed my hand on Dad's hand, pressing hard, thus pushing Dad's hand inside the yukata, which was part of my plan.

The moment Dad's hand touched my skin, he paused suddenly, but I pretended to be nonchalant and continued to push his hand, letting him keep stroking my skin.

Because of the constant stroking, the clothes gradually loosened, and with the loosening of the clothes, my entire lower abdomen was completely exposed.

"It hurts! Dad, can you touch it a little harder?"

By this time, I had already removed my hand, but Dad automatically continued to stroke the skin around my stomach.

"Hmm... it doesn't seem to be there, it seems to be the whole abdomen! Let's check more thoroughly, because I can't really pinpoint where it hurts."

"Call a doctor or send an ambulance! If it's some strange pain, the consequences could be dire. If your mother were here, that would be great."

Dad looked helpless.

"Ugh! Why send an ambulance! It's not as serious as you think. Dad's hands are warm, just keep stroking like this, move a little closer."

"Like this?"

Dad's eyes must have seen the white underwear under my yukata. I deliberately lifted my leg, making the yukata looser, easily revealing my alluring white underwear.

"Aren't you cold without anything on?"

As soon as Dad finished speaking, I crawled under the covers. Dad felt my cold skin and followed suit, lying down beside me.

I was going all out, throwing myself into it without a care.

It didn't hurt at all, but I lied and cried out, "It hurts...it hurts..." It was the first time in my life that a man's (my father was, after all, a man to me) hands had touched me like that, so I knew I was sweating with nervousness.

Dad seemed to notice and asked me worriedly,

"Mariko is sweating from the pain."

"No...it's not like that, I feel much better now."

To make it easier for Dad's hands, I rested my face against his chest, only my lower body, covered by my underwear, was exposed.

Dad used his left hand as a pillow, stroking my stomach with only his right hand. Me! What a daring daughter I am, but for Dad, for me, I'm determined to take Mom's place, so I don't want to stop what I'm doing right now.

"Dad, it doesn't seem to be the stomach area. Try touching a little lower down!"

Incredibly, I let out an "Ah!" when Dad's hand slid down to my belly button.

"Hmm... a little lower! Maybe the lower abdomen? Perhaps the intestines... Ah... yes, over there... touch it harder!"

Dad followed my instructions without stopping.

However, what I meant by "over there" was the hairy "black forest" area, the entire lower abdomen, further down from my belly button!

If Dad saw that area, he might stop, but thankfully, it was covered by the blanket and he couldn't see.

Dad must have smelled the silk conditioner in my hair! A book said that men are attracted to the scent of silk conditioner, and some say, "That's a woman's scent."

I've spent a lot of time and effort on this plan; now I'm not Mariko anymore, but a substitute for my deceased mother.

My aunt, who often came to our house to persuade my father to remarry, would often say,

"Really! Mariko is a spitting image of her mother! Not only her face, but even her voice and walking style are exactly the same!"

My aunt described me as so much like my mother; my father must also wish for someone like her to accompany him!

"Hmm... Dad... it feels like it hurts a little lower down! Hmm... press harder here!"

To make my father go crazy sooner, and so that I could take my mother's place sooner, I used my hand to guide my father's hand to the "mysterious black forest" area.

Now my father's hand was indeed covering this paradise.

I could feel the wind blowing on my pubic hair; it was a different feeling, both tense and exciting.

"It's here. Press down from below. Ah! No... um... like this... press down again... oh... it's the intestines."

At this moment, Dad wasn't very brave in exploring with his hands. From the warm breath he exhaled, I could feel that he was slowly starting to mistake me for Mom.

"Yes! Right now, I'm not your daughter Mariko, but your intimate other half!"

Dad's hand gradually invaded my pubic hair, slowly moving downwards step by step. At this moment, I withdrew my hand and naturally placed it on Dad's waist, embracing him.

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Wow! It feels so good! I finally realized that this feeling wasn't like the pain women saw on TV; it was really pleasurable.

I didn't feel any guilt at all.

At this moment, Dad wasn't embracing Mariko, but my imagined Mom. Thinking like this, why should I feel guilty? I think there's no need at all.

"Ah... ah..."

I couldn't help but let out a sensual moan of pleasure.

My father's fingers reached the thickest part of my pubic hair, as if I had fallen from a mountain into a deep valley, where clear water immediately gushed forth, and his fingers swam freely there.

I could no longer calm down; an electric-like pleasure filled my lower body, and my waist trembled uncontrollably.

At some point, my father's fingers went from one to two, constantly twitching in and out of the valley.

Then, as if he had clearly decided on his course of action, he withdrew his left hand, which had been resting on my head, and stroked my head and ears.

When his fingers entered my ear, the pleasurable sensation sent electric shocks through my body; I didn't know why, but the feeling was ethereal.

His lower hand was teasing the mounds at the bottom of my pubic area, and the pleasure from above and below flowed through my entire body like an electric current.

"Oh... Daddy... Oh..."

I cried out without thinking, then gripped my father's body tightly, as if I would fall apart if I didn't.

"Oh... Mariko..."

Dad was calling my name too.

"Dad... Oh..."

"Mariko... Mariko... Oh..."

Dad and I kept calling each other's names.

(From today onwards, Mariko will do everything in place of Mom.)

I thought this, but didn't say it aloud.

(So please don't even think about bringing a new mom into the house!)

Although I didn't say these words, even if I wanted to, no proper sound came out of my throat, only groans.

"Mmm! That's great! It's really great... Daddy... Mariko feels so good right now! Oh... That's great... Faster... Faster... Faster..."

"Here? Is it here? Good girl, Mariko is so good... Oh... My lovely Mariko..."

"Dad... My... My tummy is better now... So you can do whatever you want!

Mariko really loves Daddy, you can do whatever you want, Mariko will always be yours, always your wife." "

Mariko, you silly child..."

The moment Daddy pulled his finger out and rolled over, I felt inexplicably excited.

After Daddy sat up, he lay down again and moved his body back to my waist. Then he spread my legs and bent down to press his face close to... my private parts.

My yukata wasn't fully on, so my chest, abdomen, and genitals were all exposed to my father's view. His right hand was caressing my large, prized breasts.

As he squeezed them tightly, another surge of pleasure shot through me, and at the same time, his mouth was aimed directly at "that place."

"Ah...ah...Dad! What are you doing!...Dad! What are you doing!"

My father wasn't just trying to kiss them as I'd imagined. In fact, he was vigorously manipulating and licking them.

Oh... The tip of his tongue gradually entered the valley, and in this bottomless pit, the tip of his tongue kept licking, twitching back and forth. The beauty of that feeling was something I had never experienced since birth.

After Dad used his fingers to part the small hills on the left and right, he revealed that small lump of flesh. Although I couldn't see this action, I could imagine it. Dad

would gently bite this hard lump of flesh with his teeth for a while, then tease it with the tip of his tongue, and then suck on it.

I wanted to grab Dad's body, but it was too far away, I couldn't reach it at all, so I could only clench my fists to resist the constant spasms of electric current. Oh! Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I was afraid I was going crazy.

Later, I forgot whether I was holding a pillow or a quilt.

Dad repeated the actions from before, panting heavily.

"What's wrong... what's wrong..."

I really didn't know what would happen next, what new thrills would come, so I could only ask casually.

When Dad pulled his mouth away from there and moved his body closer to mine.

(I'm going to be Dad's wife soon!)

I thought to myself.

When Dad inserted his penis there, I was surprisingly calm.

He's not my dad anymore, and I was thinking about how a woman addresses her husband after marriage.

And how should I call him after I become Dad's wife? But I didn't call him anything.

Because I'm not an ordinary bride, so it seems that Dad doesn't need any title! Just having sex with him is enough.

(I'm sorry...) I don't want him to say things like that to me, just stay silent.

Now I'm not just a wife, a daughter, but also a high school student.

Since that night, I've had Dad hold me to sleep every night, and my desire for sex has grown stronger every day. Lately, I've been the one begging Dad to have sex with me.

"Are you sure you don't have any homework?"

My dad always asks this, seeing me already in bed waiting.

To make my dad happy, and also for my own desires... After school, I go straight home and don't go anywhere else. Then I quickly finish my homework, prepare dinner, and pour beer while waiting for my dad to come home.

Lately, my dad hasn't been drinking outside or coming home late. He's put me first; to me, he's a good husband and a good lover.

My dad even teaches me about intimacy and the secrets of lovemaking, and I've decided to be his most charming and best wife.

As for getting married in the future, I've never thought about it. I just want to happily be a high school student, a daughter, and a wife every day.

I love the pleasure of making love with my dad; it's so great! ... 10-16 My Teasing of My Daughter

Although a father shouldn't have any thoughts about his daughter, my daughter is so beautiful that it's impossible for this masculine man not to have thoughts about her.

My daughter has fair, delicate, and rosy skin like white jade, a full and voluptuous body, a slender waist, and long, straight hair that makes her exceptionally graceful and captivating. Her plump, shapely buttocks and alluringly sexy lips, coupled with her melodious voice, are

truly enchanting. Especially striking is her figure; I've never seen such a physique before, slender yet full-figured, with long legs and a tiny waist. She looks even more elegant and poised when wearing tight white trousers. Her breasts are particularly striking; they are indeed quite large. I never imagined someone so slender could have such full breasts. They make one want to touch them, and one's body wants to have sex with her.

By chance, I finally got to kiss my daughter. And from then on, the floodgates of our illicit sexual relationship were opened.

I'm a manager at a company, and I often travel for work. This past summer, my daughter was on summer vacation and was quite bored at home.

I was about to go on a business trip to Shanghai, and she insisted on coming with me, saying she wanted to see the Bund. Since I usually spoil my daughter, and this time I was traveling alone, my wife kept nagging me to take her along—actually, she wanted our daughter to keep an eye on me and prevent me from having affairs.

Little did she know, my wife had completely miscalculated. With such a beautiful daughter by my side, how could I not take her? She's so beautiful, how could I not use her?

We flew to Shanghai quickly, and my daughter was as happy as a newly released swallow, pure, lively, and adorable.

She said she wanted to go shopping, and I, who had always wanted to take our relationship further, made an excuse that I'd never really explored Shanghai properly and wanted to see it all. The company allowed taxis on business trips, but I said taking the bus would be more convenient, so during rush hour we squeezed onto a bus at the Xujiahui subway station.

The bus was crowded, and she stood in front of me, sideways. Because it was so crowded, her right hand was gripping my right arm, and her left hand was holding onto the seat armrest, so my right elbow was lightly against her chest. As the car swayed, I deliberately rubbed my arm against her high, full breasts. My lower body grew hot and hard, pressing against the right side of her buttocks. Her face flushed, and her breathing became uneven. With

a slight stop, I exaggeratedly pressed myself against her, turning slightly to stand face-to-face, my erection pressing between her legs. She glanced up at me,

then her eyes darted nervously to the window. I deliberately whispered in her ear, "Baby, it's too crowded." She understood, her face turning even redder.

Seeing she didn't resist, I moved even closer, my left hand gently resting on her buttocks, slowly moving up and down.

Unable to resist the teasing, she gently rested her forehead against my chin, and my lips lightly kissed her forehead.

She looked up, and from her eyes, I knew what kind of beginning this business trip would bring us… My daughter's eyes were filled with a yearning, a need, yet also shyness and a conflicted, wandering gaze. After all, she was still a girl who had just turned eighteen.

Just then, the bus suddenly braked sharply. Because my daughter was only holding my hand, her body leaned backward. I took the opportunity to wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her tightly towards me, while simultaneously pressing my lower body against hers again.

Because I had been pressed against her and constantly fantasizing, my little brother had become hard and hot. To further stimulate my daughter and arouse her desire, I deliberately jerked my little brother up and thrust it upward between her legs.

"Oh!" My daughter groaned softly, and I felt her body suddenly tremble. Then, her face flushed, she lowered her head, her eyes slightly closed, no longer looking into my eyes.

But from her expression, I could tell that she was savoring and feeling the pleasure and comfort transmitted to her by the hardness and heat of my little brother.

Seeing her blissful expression, I slowly moved closer to her ear, brushed her long hair aside with my tongue, and gently took her earlobe into my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth.

My daughter's body trembled twice again, then she clamped her legs around my right leg, holding them tightly. Her body swayed with the car, her full breasts rubbing against my chest, and I could even feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

Holding her left arm, I felt her body suddenly stiffen, then immediately go limp as if boneless. I knew she had reached orgasm. The thought had barely crossed my mind when I felt myself about to ejaculate…

I thought we could savor the feeling a little longer, but after the bus stopped at a station, many people got off, and the bus suddenly became much emptier. We could no longer hold each other tightly and had to stand apart. She changed her position, gripping the handrail with her left hand, her breasts still pressed against my right arm.

Two stops later, we saw a large shopping mall nearby, so we got off the bus hand in hand. To outsiders, we looked like a perfect couple; no one would guess we were father and daughter.

Although we were holding hands, we were very close. I intentionally or unintentionally touched her breasts, and several times, I felt her hand intentionally or unintentionally brush against my still-erect lower body.

Entering the mall, our desires subsided slightly. She began to notice the clothes hanging on the shelves, while I continued to admire her slender figure, replaying the scene in the car, somewhat lost in thought.

"What are you daydreaming about?" she asked playfully in my ear, holding a pale beige sundress.

Looking at her close, fair face and flushed lips, I felt the urge to kiss her again, so I teased, "Thinking about what happened earlier!"

"Dad, you're so lecherous!" she said sweetly, holding up the dress, "Do I look good in this? Sexy?"

"That depends on who wears it," I replied. "Many girls look like prostitutes in it, but my darling daughter looks like a lady."

"So, do you think I look good or bad in it?" she continued.

I deliberately gave her a critical look, then at her dress: "Hmm... I think this kind of dress... well, it doesn't look very good on you."

"Why?" She didn't expect me to disagree, so she asked in surprise.

"You can't get angry when I tell you," I said seriously.

Perhaps my serious expression made her a little anxious; she insisted that I tell her and promise not to get angry.

I whispered in her ear, "You really won't get angry?" She nodded. "You know, if you wore this... sigh, never mind, I won't make you angry." I teased my daughter, hesitating to finish my sentence.

At this moment, she seemed too eager to know how she appeared in other people's eyes, pleading with me, "Tell me, tell me!"

I whispered in her ear again, "Do you know what I'll think if you wore this?"

"Think what?" Although my daughter had sexual needs, she still didn't understand and asked innocently.

"I'll want you, I'll want you so badly." After saying this in a particularly provocative yet resolute tone, I leaned against my daughter, letting her hand touch my now-erect penis.

My daughter hadn't expected her father to say something so explicit; as if struck by lightning, her face flushed crimson.

"Dad, how can you be so lewd? I'm your daughter!" she

cried, but she couldn't help leaning against my shoulder, her legs unconsciously rubbing together.

I turned my head and whispered in her ear, "Would you give yourself to me?"

Hearing my question, my daughter seemed to suddenly snap out of it. She quickly straightened up, her left hand gently raising and tapping my erection, shyly scolding, "You bad boy! Pervert!" But her eyes couldn't help glancing at the spot she'd hit.

I touched her slender waist and told her that the saleswoman next to us was staring at us. She exclaimed "Ah!", quickly hung her skirt back up, grabbed my hand, and fled. I took her hand and led her out of the mall, hailing a taxi to take her back to the hotel.

In the car, I pulled her right hand to my penis, put my left arm around her smooth shoulder, and let her lie in my lap. I gently asked her, "Who's the bad guy? Me or 'him'?"

My daughter blushed and made an excuse, saying the taxi driver was watching us and she wanted to get up. I insisted she say it before letting her get up. She secretly grabbed my hard penis under my pants, nestled in my arms, and said sweetly, "You're bad, but he's even worse!" Then she sat up with a push.

I saw the taxi driver glancing at us repeatedly in the rearview mirror, so I stopped teasing her.

We didn't say a word the whole way, didn't look at each other, and didn't even hold hands, but we could both feel a fire burning over each other.

Back at the hotel, as soon as we entered the room, I hugged my daughter and kissed her passionately, undressing her as I did so. Just as I was about to enter her in the hallway, my daughter, though also burning with desire, resisted, saying,

"No...no...Dad...no...no...I...am your...daughter, this is...incest..."

"Good daughter...good girl...Daddy...want...want you...don't you...want...?"

"No...Dad...I...we...can't...go to...the bed...okay...okay..." My daughter was already incoherent, starting to ramble...

clothes were scattered on the floor from the door to the bedroom...

I couldn't wait to unbutton all the buttons on my daughter's top, finally unbuttoning her bright red bodice, revealing two high, firm breasts, incredibly white and tender, with two bright red nipples, truly beautiful.

I gently grasped her breasts, feeling a lump of flesh inside; with a little pressure, my daughter trembled.

"Oh..."

"Not very big!" I said, not entirely satisfied, holding her breasts.

"I'm still small!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.

I kneaded and kneaded, finally lowering my head to bite and suckle. He held one breast in his left hand, sucking on the other, while his right hand slowly slid down.

His daughter was somewhat dazed, her slender waist twisting incessantly. Soon, my right hand lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and quickly explored the small crevice in her vulva. I immediately felt its warmth and slipperiness; the cleft was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, threatening to spill.

I abandoned my sucking and looked down at his daughter's vulva. Between her slightly upturned, red labia,

nestled a clitoris larger than a nipple, delicate and pink, more lustrous than a glistening jade bead, and still trembling slightly.

Suddenly, I pushed his daughter down to the ground, making her lie on her back, and placed my head between her legs. His

daughter was startled at first, and hurriedly asked, "What are you doing…"

Before she could finish speaking, my mouth was already aimed at her vulva, my tongue pressing against the clitoris in her crevice.

My daughter trembled, moaning incessantly. Soon, her whole body convulsed, her buttocks twisting even more violently, her body arching back and forth. She gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, kneading them as if she wanted to crush them, her head swaying from side to side.

She was weak, itchy, and pleasurable, having reached a state of ecstasy. Suddenly, this sensation subsided, becoming faint, and I saw her labia trembling, opening and closing…

I stopped sucking and licking, wiping the fluid from the corners of my mouth with my sleeve.

My daughter kept her eyes closed, and after a long while, she slightly opened her starry eyes and said, “Father, I feel like I’m floating, it’s so beautiful…”

I said, “But I’m also suffering terribly.”i=51> "Then what should we do?" "I have a way to make you feel better and happier!" I added, " But it will hurt a little at first."

My daughter hurriedly said, "Then why didn't you say so sooner? I don't care about the pain, as long as it's comfortable."

"Actually, it doesn't hurt that much," I said, "It's just for the first little while, but after a while, it not only doesn't

hurt, but it's also many times better than what you just experienced, and we both feel incredibly comfortable."

My daughter said, "Then come on!"

I stripped her naked, knelt between her legs, lifted her snow-white, delicate thighs high, and spread them wide apart, so that her two three-inch golden lotuses, clad in embroidered shoes, faced the sky, highlighting her two pinkish-white, translucent, jade-like thighs.

And there, outside her overflowing, honey-like vulva, was a bare, hairless expanse, the red and white contrasting vividly.

At this moment, my penis felt like a steel rod, my blood was rushing through my body, and I could no longer resist the urge.

I supported myself with one hand, lifted my penis with the other, and aimed it at her vulva.

After rubbing against the entrance for a while, I thrust forward, aiming straight for the spot where the vaginal fluid was flowing. I pushed a few times, but although I made little progress, my daughter was already frowning and looking uncomfortable.

I continued to thrust hard, and with a "plop!" my penis was more than halfway in. My daughter cried out in pain, "...Ouch!...Mommy!...It hurts so much...Daddy...slow down...a little...ah!"

Although I stopped attacking after hearing this, my penis was already more than halfway in, and I was very reluctant to pull it out.

My daughter, who had only wanted comfort and hadn't considered this, now wanted to defend herself, but it was too late. She could only plead, "Dad!... Be gentle... okay? Why does it hurt so much... You said it wouldn't hurt! You've made me suffer... Slow down!"

"Sweetie... It won't hurt soon... Good daughter, just... bear with it a little longer... okay...?"

"Alright! For pleasure, I'm willing to endure the pain as long as I can."

Hearing this, I became even more energetic. I lifted her plump, smooth buttocks and gently pulled the steel spear out of her hole, very gently, very slightly, while asking my daughter as I pulled back, "My little darling, does it hurt like this?"

"This is wonderful! But what happens after I'm all back out?"

"I'm not pulling it all back!" I said, and began to move forward again, slowly and gently, like

a train climbing Alishan, forward! Forward! Forward! He whispered to his daughter, "Does it hurt like this, darling?"

"It's a subtle pain, a pleasurable pain,"

she replied. Just as she finished speaking, I thrust forward with all my might, and she cried out again, "Ouch...! It hurts...!" And so I began using the rhythmic steps of a folk dance, taking two steps back and three steps forward.

I moved in and out slowly, methodically and steadily. In just a few tries, I was fully inside her.

"Is it all the way in?" he asked, embracing her. "Is it good, my little darling?"

"I... um, it hurts... but the pain is pleasurable, I feel so good..." she said, kissing my cheek.

"The best is yet to come!" I said, and began to thrust.

Her sensations grew increasingly pleasurable and comfortable, until she gradually entered a state of bliss. Her small, exquisite buttocks swayed involuntarily, moving up and down, left and right, sometimes even rising high and spinning in circles.

I held her jade-like neck tightly and asked, "How are you now? Doesn't it hurt anymore? I didn't lie to you, did I? How is it? Beautiful

? Pleasant?"

"Hmph! Absolutely beautiful!! My darling brother!" my daughter gasped, saying wantonly, "From now on, we'll be happy and wonderful together, won't you say so? My dear brother!"

"Yes! My good darling!"

We both felt a little lightheaded as we talked and moved. I gently pulled out the steel rod, and just as the tip reached the entrance of her peach blossom cave, I suddenly thrust my hips forward, my powerful steel rod piercing straight to the bottom of the cave. With this thrust, my daughter shuddered, letting out a "Oh!" followed by a tremor.

"Does it hurt?" I asked with concern.

"It hurts... but it feels good!" my daughter continued, her voice trembling, "Mmm... brother... again!"

Upon hearing this, I immediately relaxed, and my strength returned. I released my stiffness, raised the rod, and thrust

forward, charging and pounding. I thrust and pulled rapidly, in and out, much more ferocious than Zhao Siye back then.

My left hand grasped my left breast—squeezing, pinching, and kneading it forcefully, while my mouth sucked, sucked, and kneaded it. At the same time, I arched my hips and thrust my waist, the steel rod inside my opening, grinding, swinging, and kneading, relentlessly pushing and pounding.

"Oh...I'm going...to heaven...oh...ah..." My daughter moaned incessantly, her head swaying from side to side, her waist twisting, while her jade buttocks trembled up and down.

This moaning was a primal and beautiful song, filling me with excitement, a surge of impulse, and a wonderful sensation.

We were both weak and limp, our souls soaring, as if the world consisted only of the two of us, or perhaps only of ourselves. A tingling sensation

ran through my groin. After this round of intercourse, my daughter, her hands and mouth gripping and biting my lower body, her face flushed, eyes closed and mouth open, her shoulders swaying slightly, her jade buttocks heaving, her thighs twisting. I felt the steel rod being squeezed and released, an incredibly pleasurable sensation, so I used all my strength to push it in a few more times.

Suddenly, I felt the world spin, my soul ascend to heaven, floating and drifting. At the same time, a spasm, from heavy to light, from light to faint, gradually came to a stop. We were piled on top of each other, motionless.

Although the storm had stopped, a torrent of heat, like the Qiantang River, surged from the entrance of the Peach Blossom Cave, like lava after a volcanic eruption, rushing and surging outwards from the valley between the mountains.

After a long time, my daughter whispered, "Daddy... oh... I'm dying... I'm finished!"

"Baby... me too."

Her soft buttocks bumped against my lower abdomen again and again, my penis was held tighter and tighter...

for a long, long time...

my thrusting stopped with a sudden jolt. Lying on my daughter's bare back, my hands were still

gently caressing her breasts.

Below, my penis remained inside her vagina, moving very, very slowly, enjoying the gentle pleasure brought by the friction between her young buttocks and his lower abdomen. My daughter's moans grew softer and softer...

Finally, her kneeling body collapsed. My limp penis also slipped weakly from her vagina. My daughter lazily turned over, and we embraced tightly, our legs intertwined, our genitals pressed together, our breasts entwined. Amidst a chaotic chorus of kisses and whispers, we both fell into a deep sleep...

The next day, my daughter accompanied me to the contract signing party. At the party, all the men were stunned by my daughter's beauty. I think they, like me, had never seen such a beautiful girl.

Nourished by my love juices the night before, she was even more captivating, drawing the attention of every man in the room.

The managers and chairmen who were signing contracts with me frequently leered at my daughter, saying, "Old Zhang, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter."

At that moment, my daughter simply clung to my arm, shyly lowering her head.

I felt a surge of satisfaction. You only see that I have a beautiful daughter, but you don't know that I can have her tonight, I can fuck her.

Thanks to my daughter's help, I successfully completed my trip to Shanghai and boarded the train home. On the way home, my daughter laid down three rules for me: for the sake of our family's harmony, we could only maintain a father-daughter relationship at home and could not do anything beyond ethical boundaries, especially when her mother was home.

When I heard her say, "especially when her mother is home," I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. It turned out she needed me too, she was just shy. Besides, on the train, we were still like a couple; I could kiss her, hug her, and caress her. This made me even more convinced that I could still have her in the future.

After returning home, I changed my previous habit of philandering and focused on being a good father at home. However, with my wife around, I could only watch this beautiful girl with envy.

One day, I finally had my chance. That night, my wife was working overtime, and it was just my daughter and me at home. This was a golden opportunity for me, and I wouldn't miss it.

I ran to my daughter's bedroom in my pajamas and hugged her tightly.

"Baby, do you miss me? You know, I've missed you terribly these past two days. You know, if I don't get your body, I'll die, you know?"

"Dad, didn't we agree that for the sake of our family's stability, we could only maintain a father-daughter relationship?

" "No, daughter, if you keep pressuring me, I'll divorce your mother. You decide what to do." I was burning with lust and couldn't care less. As long as my daughter could make love to me, I was willing to say and do anything.

"No...no...Dad, didn't we agree? No..."

Seeing I couldn't win against her, I said, "Then can I kiss you?" "

Only kissing, nothing else."

Hearing this, I grabbed her and pressed my lips to hers. Although it was only for kissing, my hands weren't idle. One hand encircled her soft waist, while the other reached for her large breasts, kneading them back and forth.

Slowly, my daughter's beautiful cheeks flushed a seductive pink, her breathing quickened, and she let out sweet sobs through her nose. Clearly, she, like me, was intoxicated by the sensuality. Her

tight jeans sank deeply into her vulva, and between her two plump thighs, her juices began to overflow, soaking through the thin, tight jeans.

A patch the size of my palm was already wet on the crotch area of her jeans…

"My…good daughter…"

"Daddy…what are you doing…?" My daughter's mouth left mine, revealing hazy eyes, but one hand involuntarily moved towards my genitals.

"Can I touch your breasts?" While we were kissing, I made my request, though my hands were already on her large breasts.

My daughter trembled, shaking her head violently as if startled, pulling her hands back from between her legs and hastily pulling her open collar together.

"We agreed, only kissing!"

"Please, just once, I want to touch your breasts." "

Don't make such a rude request! ...I...I'm your...daughter..." My daughter frowned and turned her face away, revealing the beautiful curve of her neck...

I was incredibly impulsive and recklessly pulled her hands away.

"Ah...I...I can't..."

Her hands were slowly pulled away...

"Ah...no..."

But her resistance was weak. If I had been slapped hard, I might have flinched. But she didn't treat me like that, and besides, the crotch of her jeans was already wet, clinging tightly to her buttocks and rubbing against her flesh, it felt like being raped, incredibly pleasurable.

I had already parted the neckline of her nightgown to the left and right...

"Ah...I...please...don't look..." Her pleading voice was so moving, so melodious, it only fueled my lust...

Before my eyes appeared snow-white breasts

... "So beautiful... I can't believe it's so beautiful..."

Her breasts, full of weight, hadn't sagged at all; instead, they stood beautifully upright...

"Ah... how beautiful!" I held my daughter's hands, staring in a daze.

"No... we can't do this..."

"Daughter... I love you so much... I love you... I like you so much..."

I murmured as if in a dream, lowering my head to press my lips to her breasts. She immediately smelled the sensual fragrance of her cleavage, with a slight milky scent. I opened my mouth and licked her breasts, then took her nipples into my mouth and sucked... I suckled my daughter like a baby, immediately feeling her nipples quickly swell...

"So that's how it is!" I thought to myself: "To make it easier for babies to nurse, a woman's nipples enlarge..."

"Ah..." Her very sensitive nipples, being sucked and caressed by me, caused my daughter to involuntarily lean back in her chair

... "Dad...you can't do this...I'm...your daughter...ah...no, this is...incest...ah..."

My caresses were as innocent as a baby's, yet they produced a pleasure completely different from other men's. This feeling confused my daughter; whenever my tongue licked or my fingers touched, a strong stimulation would arise from there, spreading throughout her body.

It was the same when we kissed just now; just kissing her made her panties soaking wet, and even I felt embarrassed. What would happen if this continued? Thinking about this filled me with fear.

My crotch, tightly wrapped in my jeans, began to itch unbearably...

"I must not agree to go any further. No matter what I ask, I must not cross the proper distance between father and daughter." "

I kept telling myself this as I battled my crumbling sanity.

But in reality, I ignored my inner thoughts, sucking and kissing my daughter's breasts with abandon, greedily savoring her sweet lips. At the same time, I didn't forget to slip a hand into her crotch and forcefully knead her genitals through her jeans. Enjoying her warm, fragrant body brought me a strange pleasure.

'Ah...I...no more...no more...'

My daughter's voice had turned into seductive moans, further stimulating my lust.

The belt of her pajamas was clearly still on, but the front was completely open, revealing her naked body in only a beige pair of underwear. '

Daughter...I can't take it...' Seeing the vaginal fluid seeping from her tight jeans, I couldn't help but swallow hard. At that moment, all I wanted was to have sex with my daughter; I was dying of desire.

Through the thin jeans, my fingers trembled slightly as I thrust into her vulva... "

"Ah...ah..." The daughter's muffled moans grew louder.

Suddenly, her body trembled slightly, her tightly closed legs parted, and pale yellow vaginal fluid dripped through her jeans. Because her crotch was completely soaked, the tight jeans outlined the shape of her genitals, creating a lewd scene.

"This is my daughter's crotch!"

The wet, peculiar feeling of her jeans stirred my imagination...

"I wonder if my daughter will let me tear it there?"

Just then, my daughter pressed down on his hand.

"Dad...no...I'm your daughter...!"

"I...I...want, you...you...understand."

"No...no...can't...don't...like that..."

"Baby...I...can't...hold back..."

"I, do you know what you're saying?"

"Of course I know, to be connected with my daughter, even if I had to die right now, I'd be willing." My breathing quickened, wanting to press down on my daughter. "

I want...I want to hug you...! I want to...make love with you..."

"No!"

My daughter finally couldn't hold back and slapped me across the face!

"I, you shouldn't have done this."

I stood there blankly, tears slowly streaming down my face. I had never hit or scolded her since her mother passed away, but I never expected her to hit me today.

"Waaah..." Tears streamed down my face. My daughter had never done this to me before.

"This is absolutely unforgivable. If it were just kissing, it might be forgivable. But Dad... we're father and daughter... we absolutely can't do that kind of thing, why don't you understand?"

"Um... but I won't like any other woman besides my daughter."

"That's because you don't know enough women. You'll definitely meet a woman who's perfect for you in the future."

I lowered my head and started sobbing. Actually, he was just pretending to reflect, looking for an opportunity to retaliate. My penis was still erect, and I needed to find a way to satisfy my intense lust.

"Your daughter said that someone suitable for you will appear in the future..." I found an excuse to retaliate in my daughter's words.

"Daughter, how can I find other women?"

My daughter had no answer.

I knew I shouldn't use such a despicable method, but I continued to attack my daughter's biggest weakness.

"Do you know? I haven't touched a single woman since your mother passed away..."

My daughter began to sob softly, shaking her head as if to tell me to stop talking. A sadistic glint appeared on my face.

"This will bring me the greatest regret."

"Don't say it...don't torture me anymore..."

"I'm sorry, I won't say it anymore."

I gently rubbed my face against my daughter's face again, and for some reason, my penis seemed to become even hotter. One hand touched my daughter's buttocks, which were wrapped in low-rise tight jeans...

"Daughter, let's not fight."

"Um, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Just...a little bit."

"Dad...it's my fault...I'm bad..." My daughter raised her tearful face, smiled, and hugged my upper body tightly.

"But...what should I do? I'm still erect, I can't sleep like this."

I asked this cunningly when my daughter's emotions were calmer. He thought that perhaps he shouldn't have sex tonight, especially since it was his first time, and he shouldn't insist too much, but he wanted to ejaculate in other ways.

"I can't help it either...me too..." My daughter's face became even redder, and my daughter's appearance aroused me even more.

"Daughter, do you want me to do it myself?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Daughter, as long as you don't do *that*, it'll be fine, right? So, please, please use your hand to do it for me! That should be okay, right?"

Actually, I hadn't given up on my attempt to penetrate my daughter, because the feeling of a penis inside a vagina is unimaginable. This plan was a strategic retreat.

"Hmm...okay! I'll try." To make up for what she had done earlier, and because she thought it was a safe period, letting it in once shouldn't cause any problems; I had teased her so much that it must feel like a million ants were crawling inside her vagina, and her wet jeans were stuck directly inside, making it feel tight and uncomfortable. Based on physiological needs, she needed a penis to relieve the itch.

So, my daughter took off my pajamas, and my penis stood erect. My daughter held it with both hands, but the glans was still exposed. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans first, and then took the penis into her mouth. Although my daughter tried her best to take it in, and the glans was deep in her throat, a third of the length was still outside her mouth. So she pressed her lips to my penis and began to suck gently.

"Ah...ah..." I let out a sound of pleasure. While my daughter was engrossed in sucking my penis, I secretly untied the belt of her pajamas, and when necessary, I pulled them down, leaving her a half-naked beauty wearing only jeans. I was preparing for what was to come.

My daughter not only stroked my penis back and forth, but also stimulated the glans with the tip of her tongue, making my penis thicker and harder. I wasn't idle either; with one hand, I stroked my daughter's cheeks and hair, with the other hand, I kneaded her breasts and nipples, and with the other hand, I began to rub my daughter's vulva through her wet jeans.

My penis had never felt so good. After a while of sucking, I was on the verge of ejaculation. My daughter also sensed that I was about to ejaculate, so she spat out my penis. At the same time, white semen gushed out, some spraying onto my daughter's tender face and neck, and most of it flowing down her cleavage.

"Ah! Let me lick you clean..." I laid her body flat. My daughter was unaware that her pajamas had been secretly unbuttoned, and her beautiful body was now exposed to my gaze.

I began to caress her body with my tongue. I kissed her face and neck, then carefully licked her breasts, all the way to her mound of Venus. One hand thrust into her wet crotch through her jeans. At that moment, my daughter felt as if she were in a dream. Her

jeans were less like pants and more like a sex toy, tightly stretched across her thighs. Because she wasn't wearing underwear, her genitals and inner thighs were covered in sticky, lustful fluid. The crotch of the thin jeans and her plump buttocks were almost completely wet, stretching semi-transparently across her high, rounded vulva.

My daughter spread her legs and looked down at her genitals. Through the wet, tight jeans, I could see two thick labia majora, with a deep groove in between.This exposed the woman's most exquisite parts.

I quickly pulled off her nightgown. With one hand, I forcefully thrust into my daughter's vulva, tightly encased in her thin jeans.

With a "plop," the thin jeans finally tore a small hole at her vulva.

My daughter suddenly went limp, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from the sexy hole in her jeans. I inserted one hand into my daughter's vulva, and with the other hand, I probed her anus through the soaked jeans.

I felt her begin to spasm, centered on her vagina, and the spasms quickly spread throughout her body, while she moaned incessantly.

"Ah...I can't hold back...I'm going to lose it...Dear brother...faster...fuck me hard...It

's so itchy...I'm going to...lose it...fuck me...ah...I'm losing it..." Gradually, I felt my daughter becoming more and more tense, her blood boiling, her lust reaching its peak, her body feeling like it was about to explode. Even though her jeans had a small hole, they still clung tightly to her buttocks, her body twisting and turning involuntarily, as if being raped by the jeans.

"Ah..." With a scream, my daughter's body jerked as if electrocuted, and a stream of hot, sticky semen, a milky white liquid like pure milk, shot out from deep within her vagina like a machine gun. She suffocated, she was paralyzed, her soul drifting away in the wind...

At the same time, my daughter's genitals were right in front of my face, so I grabbed her thighs... I started sucking my daughter's vaginal fluid through her jeans.

The pale yellow, transparent, slippery fluid seeped through her tight jeans and I gulped it down into my mouth...

Soon, my daughter was burning with desire, moaning lasciviously, "I...I'm so itchy...so itchy..."

Her tongue trembled in her mouth; her vagina was incredibly itchy, and the pale yellow, viscous fluid gushed out like a spring.

"Faster...faster...I...I'm so itchy...I'm dying...mmm..." Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and her waist twisted even more rapidly.

"I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...come...so good...so comfortable...ah...ah...darling...you...you're so amazing...I...I'm so happy...I'm going to cum...I...I'm peeing!" "Hmph...Ugh...Ahhh...Poop...It's coming out too...My jeans...They're stuck in...My anus is filled with jeans...Poop is coming out..."

My daughter's whole body convulsed violently, her legs kicked a few times, and milky white semen gushed out of her vagina again, seeping through her jeans, all of which I swallowed into my mouth.

The soaked jeans were tightly embedded in her buttocks, where the poop was also squeezed out, white semen and yellow poop constantly seeping from the crotch of the jeans...

"Ugh...Ah...Dear brother...This won't...It won't relieve the itch...I...It's so itchy down there..." My daughter kept moaning, one hand desperately trying to penetrate her vagina through her jeans, the other hand, along with the jeans soaked in semen, trying to reach into her anus, her legs convulsing.

As expected, I saw her labia slightly parted, her vulva dripping with semen, and my still-erect penis felt an urge to penetrate her vagina.

"Daughter, I want to fuck you!" His resolute tone expressed his need and uncompromising nature.

"No...you can't..." But she didn't resist at all. Instead, she involuntarily spread her legs wide, revealing her plump labia...

I spread her thighs, placed my hands on her chest, and thrust my hips forward. I saw the glans and labia locked in a struggle, but I didn't penetrate her vagina. It turned out he was still a novice when it came to penetration.

My daughter couldn't take it anymore, so I wanted to teach her the way of yin and yang intercourse. So I guided her hand to grasp my penis and bring it to her vaginal opening. With a little force, I broke through this forbidden territory. The feeling of her vaginal opening was slippery, tight, and warm, very different from masturbation.

I began to rub my penis against the vaginal walls. With the help of her vaginal fluid, thrusting wasn't too difficult, since my daughter wasn't a virgin either. However, because of the position, I couldn't penetrate all the way in.

"Daughter, your pussy is so tight and feels so good, I want to fuck you forever, never to be apart..."

"Silly boy, I'll teach you a position that allows for the deepest penetration. If the vagina is shallow, it will go all the way to the uterus. In a bit, bend my legs and then I'll insert. If you want to go in a little deeper, you can lift my buttocks slightly. Okay, now let's see how good your understanding of sex is!"

So I followed my daughter's instructions, one move after another, continuously attacking my daughter's tender pussy.

Since I had already come once, I wouldn't ejaculate for the time being, but my daughter had already come several times. Her inexperienced pussy was already a little red and swollen. Finally, with my daughter using her internal energy to absorb the suction, I finally ejaculated my second time deep into her vagina.

I had already tasted the sweetness, and I measured my daughter's basal body temperature every day. As long as it wasn't during ovulation, I would insert my penis into my daughter's tender pussy, absorbing her precious female hormones, and at the same time ejaculating for my daughter to keep.

We often watched porn while practicing to learn new techniques; we father and daughter truly benefited from each other.

After about a year of sexual enjoyment, both of us underwent some changes. I, constantly absorbing female hormones, became more handsome and dashing, and my penis grew thicker. My

daughter, absorbing male hormones, had a more shapely figure, with abundant pubic hair, radiating an irresistible charm.

I was already in the late middle age of my life, and frequent ejaculation didn't affect my health; on the contrary, it boosted my sperm production.

This was my daughter's condition before I left, because she had been admitted to university. Before parting, I gave my daughter an artificial penis so she could relieve some of her desires. 10-16 Me and My Seven Daughters

Me and My Seven "Daughters" One: New Year's Eve,

December 30th, 2003 (Lunar Calendar) "Today is New Year's Eve, come on! Let's have a drink first." After saying this, I slowly tilted my head back and drank a small glass of Wuliangye liquor, along with the tears that had flowed to my lips. The women surrounding the table, calling out

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!"

in unison, expressed their concern for the only young man sitting at the table. Xu Xu raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Please sit down, everyone. Let me say a few words." The women, who should have been happy, returned to their seats, their minds heavy with worry.

Xu Xu surveyed the beautiful faces around the round table—each pure, bright, elegant, and uniquely beautiful. Xu Xu sat down as well. At only 1.75 meters tall, he didn't seem particularly tall among the girls. His shoulder-length hair curled naturally upwards at the ends. His square, chiseled face held a mixture of joy and sorrow. His thick eyebrows were somewhat sparse, almost growing together between them.

He had a girl's lips, full and vibrant, but his eyes were like a crescent moon or a pool of clear water, intoxicating and mesmerizing, yet impossible to decipher, possessing a depth as profound as the universe.

"I don't know what the theme of your lives is, but I can tell you what mine is: happiness! 'Don't you see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening? Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden goblet face the moon empty. I was born with talents, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return.' Life is too short; I don't want to spend it in melancholy. I want to be happy, to be happy when I should be. But today, looking back on the path I've traveled, I find myself unable to feel happy. I wonder how many of you hate me?"

"Dad!" "Dad!" "Dad!" "Dad!" "We don't hate you!"

Xu Xu raised her hand slowly. "Let me finish. Maybe you don't really hate me, but I hate myself now, really! I hope you can be happy, but in reality, I've been making you live according to my wishes. Have you ever truly been happy? I thought you were happy; I selfishly thought you were happy until today. But no matter what, since we've come together, I have a responsibility to be responsible for you. Although everything you're doing now is voluntary, I still sincerely hope you're genuinely happy."

"It'll be past midnight in a minute! The New Year is almost here!" Ning Si shouted, pointing to the huge rear-projection TV in the living room.

"Alright, that's enough. I probably drank a bit too much today; I don't even know what I said. Let's be happy and joyful together for the New Year, and walk towards a happy tomorrow." After saying this, Xu Xu walked to the TV first and counted down with it. The other girls followed, surrounding Xu Xu, their faces beaming with happiness as they gently counted along with her.

"9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

It's Chinese New Year!

"Dad, I wish you even more happiness in the new year, and we'll be very good! Wishing you prosperity and a red envelope!" Xu Dai, with a childlike smile, jumped to my side and held out her hand. Then everyone's New Year's greetings rang out!

"Dad, Happy New Year!" Xu Moumei kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.

"Dad, Happy New Year, may everything go well, may all your wishes come true, and may you achieve instant success!" Ning Si and Ning Zhi, the two sisters, simultaneously pushed Moumei aside and wrapped their arms around my waist, leaving two bright red lipstick marks

on my face. "Dad, I wish you good health and boundless energy in the new year." Lan

Yu touched my lips and walked away. "Dad, they've all said theirs, what should I say?" Ni Yu pouted. "Then I'll do it." As soon as she finished speaking, Ni Yu jumped up and sat on me, her wet lips pressing against mine. Her tongue roamed freely inside my mouth, moving up and down and side to side. Everyone around stared wide-eyed at the scene—what a long kiss! After the kiss, the little girl jumped off me and said, "Dad, I hope you love us even more next year, and we'll love you even more too."

"Dad, thank you. In the new year, we'll only work harder," Xu Yan said.

"Alright, alright, it's New Year's Day. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. There's an advertisement that says, 'Everyone's happy, that's true happiness.' Now, let's start handing out red envelopes. Wait in the living room, I'll be right back." The seven beauties looked at each other, wondering what I was up to. Giving out red envelopes a couple of years ago wasn't this mysterious. When I came out of the room, their eyes widened at the "red envelopes" in my hand—or rather, seven identical file folders.

"Here, one for each of you. Check them tomorrow morning," I smiled and continued. Tonight, let's drink until we drop!

I don't know exactly how much I drank afterward, but my mind was completely clear. However, I had absolutely no strength left to move any part of my body. I only remember Xu Yan carrying me on her back, and on her back, I always felt a strong urge to fall asleep peacefully. The Ning Si and Ning Zhi sisters supported me on either side, while the others ran to the first room on the second floor. Some prepared water for me, while others prepared my pajamas.

As the warm water dripped onto my body, I struggled to open my eyes. The spacious bathroom was already full of people. Seven beautiful bodies of varying shapes and sizes stood before me like mountains from my childhood, undulating yet lush and verdant, full of life and vitality.

"To be honest, I've been with Dad for so many years, and I've never seen his body so carefully and clearly before, especially with all seven sisters here." Mou Mei, her eyes slightly open, lifted my head from the edge of the bathtub, sat behind me, and then gently lowered my head between her firm, white breasts, lathering her hands with soap onto my chest.

I still didn't want to move, resigned to my fate.

Xu Yan, wearing only underwear, was cleaning the vomit off the edge of the bathtub, while the Ning Si sisters sat on either side of my feet, washing them. Lan Yu and Ni Yu were on either side of me.

Xu Dai, standing by the bathtub, said, "Sisters, are you happy? To be honest, since I started living with Dad, I've never worried about my present or future. From the first moment I saw him, I knew he was the kind of person you could give your all for. With Dad, I've received everything I've wanted for over twenty years. He's always so understanding and so considerate, so caring and loving, understanding and tolerant. If Dad doesn't mind me, I really want to stay by his side forever."

The seven sisters nodded in unison, their gazes all falling on my half-drunk, half-awake face. Seven different pretty faces, yet sharing the same expression: happiness, joy, relief, gratitude, and above all, the courage in their eyes to give everything for the man lying in the bathtub.

Looking at their expressions, I asked myself, "Do I love them? Yes? Then why do I let them serve other men so freely? No? Yet why do their joys and sorrows so often tug at my heartstrings?"

I had no answer. I was shameless, extremely selfish. I was just using them to achieve my own goals. I was a despicable person, nothing more than a high-class pimp. Whenever I thought about this, I couldn't resist. Facing their beautiful, youthful faces, could the five million check in the file folder, the property deed and keys, offset the guilt in my heart? I didn't want to think about it anymore! Thinking about it would only make my head ache more and more. Anyway, when the sun rises in the east tomorrow, all of this will be over.

At this moment, I felt a warm and slippery sensation between my legs. Whose mouth was that? I wanted to lift my head to see, but I had no strength. It didn't matter whose mouth my penis was in; what mattered was that it was throbbing, showing no signs of stopping. Only when Lan Yu struggled to lift her head from my penis did I see her face clearly.

Behind me, a seductive smile brushed her tongue against my ear, her hands gently caressing my chest. I don't know where the strength came from, but I stood up from the bathtub. My seven sisters stared at me in surprise. As I reached the door, I turned back and said to them, "Let me love you properly this once." At that moment, their eyes shone with tears.

Me and My Seven "Daughters," Part Two: My Early Career

I must be lucky! I think no other college student in the world is as fortunate as me to be assigned to the same unit and office as my college classmate and girlfriend! Haha! I was so happy.

I, Xu Xu, graduated from the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University and was assigned to the office of the S Municipal Government in the south as the deputy director of the office. Although it's just a prefecture-level city, it's quite good in the economically developed south, a special economic zone. Hu Xiaoqiao, my girlfriend, was my classmate and was assigned to the same unit as me, as a secretary in the government office. Impressive, right?

Something I never dreamed of actually happened to me! God! You've really blessed me!

On train 107 from Beijing to S City, a couple attracted everyone's attention. It wasn't their good looks, but rather the joy in their voices and the happiness radiating from their faces.

Hmph! That man was, of course, me. While not exactly dashing or debonair, I was at least presentable. The woman was, of course, my girlfriend, Hu Xiaoqiao. Her apple-like face was fair with a rosy glow, and her shoulder-length hair flowed freely. From the left, she looked a bit like Song Zuying; from the right, a bit like Kelly Chen; and from the front, of course, it was my girlfriend, Hu Xiaoqiao. She never wore makeup, and even if she did, it was just a light touch on her eyebrows.

"Xuxu, eat some more, come on. I'll feed you, okay?"

I just ate three oranges, and I'm really in a rush to pee, so I can't eat any more. But she wouldn't have it, saying, "I peeled these myself, you have to eat them all." Oh well,

I'll eat them first. I looked at the long line of people waiting to use the restroom. I cupped her face in my hands and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Qiao, I really don't want to eat the oranges anymore, but I'll still obey your orders. But after I finish the oranges, I want to eat something else."

"What? You can't even eat an orange? What else can you eat?"

"I want to eat you!"

Before I could finish speaking, two tiny fists flew towards my chest. Although she was just pretending to hit me, I pretended to be hurt too. After hitting her, Xiao Qiao said, "Here? You wouldn't dare eat here even if I gave you the guts, and besides, there's nowhere else to eat." She smiled slyly, while I already had an idea in my mind. It's almost 8 pm now, I'll wait a bit. I secretly rejoiced at my plan and kept calculating in my mind.

"Let's rest for a while, it's still more than ten hours to S City." After saying that, Xiao Qiao leaned on my shoulder; she was sitting by the window. September in Beijing was a bit chilly. Her left hand reached into my lap, and I took her small hand in mine, playing with it. Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already past two in the morning. Looking out the window, I had no idea where we were. I needed to pee!

The toilet was nowhere to be seen. So I woke Xiao Qiao and said, "I need to go to the toilet."

"Why did you call me to go to the toilet? Can't you go by yourself?" she said, moving her head away from my shoulder and leaning towards the window.

I leaned close to her ear again and said, "I'm a little hungry."

Xiao Qiao turned around abruptly, her surprised mouth right in front of mine. Never mind, I'll kiss her first. Nobody's watching us now, we're both sleeping like logs. My hand began to wander towards her chest. I glanced at the young men and women across from me, all asleep. But for safety's sake, I took off my coat and draped it over Xiao Qiao's chest, somewhat concealing my lecherous hands.

Back in our school days, we only dared to do this under the cover of darkness. Today, I dared to do it so openly on the train—maybe I was just in a good mood, not caring about anything else. My penis, whether from needing to pee or driven by lust, was throbbing slightly inside my cotton panties.

Xiao Qiao's eyes remained closed, and my tongue only lingered in her mouth, savoring the taste. A deep kiss face-to-face wasn't appropriate on the train; even though everyone was asleep, I could still feel the fiery gazes around us. I couldn't indulge my oral desires, but I couldn't let my hands get the better of me. I needed to arouse her first.

Xiao Qiao's underwear was all white, because I liked it, and so did she. Most of them were front-fastening, without padding, just a thin layer of lace over a layer of cotton—they felt wonderful to the touch. I gently pressed down with my middle finger, and her 33-inch breasts didn't pop out of her bra, but their firmness and the feeling of just filling my palm were intoxicating. Her nipples stood erect, and I could clearly feel the goosebumps around her areolas. Xiao Qiao trembled slightly under my ministrations, her breathing becoming rapid.

She buried her face deeply in my chest, afraid to make a sound. Because her lower body was blocked by the table extending from the train, I leaned down, and my hand naturally reached for her alluring triangle.

Jeans! Why not a skirt? Too tight! Even after unbuttoning and unzipping, they still felt a bit tight, so I could only gently rub the mons pubis that should be covered in tender grass. But there wasn't even a patch of grass there; it was as smooth as a moss-covered pebble in a stream. My finger couldn't go any further; Xiao Qiao's legs tightly clamped around my finger, wriggling up and down. Seeing the time was right, I grabbed her and ran towards the restroom, forgetting to even zip up my pants. Oh well, her coat was there to shield us. Standing

at the restroom door, I glanced around. It seemed no one was watching, yet everyone was staring at us. "Qiao, you go in first," I said, opening the door and shoving her inside. Less than twenty seconds later, I too plunged into the train's stench-filled restroom.

I couldn't take it anymore! I turned Qiao around, making her hold onto the window with both hands, and pulled her jeans down to her knees from behind. A hot, buttery bun was ready! I quickly relieved myself. Qiao glanced back at me, her eyes glazed with intoxication. I touched her alluring red lips, a gesture of reassurance, or perhaps to calm her down, assuring her that no one would see us. With my erection, I entered her warm, moist embrace.

This wasn't the first time I'd felt this way, but this time it was unusually intense. Xiao Qiao leaned back, her senses of my entry, though subtle, still felt sudden. The tight grip from my embrace was unlike the dryness of clenched fingers in bed at school. She also felt my hand reach from behind and embrace her tightly.

Unrestrained, I used the rumble of the train wheels to mask my actions, releasing the sounds Xiao Qiao had been suppressing. Five minutes—no! It seemed like less—before the train whistle sounded, as if it was about to pull into the station.

With the final long whistle and Xiao Qiao's scream, I quickly pulled out and began my vigorous ejaculation against the wall.

I don't know if those who entered the restroom later saw the bullet marks I left on the wall, but I believe anyone with a love for life would have endless fantasies; after all, those were marks left by love. Back in our seats, we snuggled together again and drifted off to sleep, our lips curving upwards in a sweet smile—a dream smile filled with longing for a better life.

The southern afternoon was humid and sultry. The train station was bustling with people. The moment my feet touched this land, I felt grounded. The salty sea breeze rekindled my ambition.

S City! Here I come! S City! I love you! A brand new city, a vibrant city. I thought, with Xiao Qiao's abilities, we could definitely live a wonderful and happy life in this city we'd longed for. Images flashed through my mind: green grass beneath tall buildings, a child taking his first steps, Xiao Qiao anxiously watching him, and me sitting on the grass, happily observing everything. Suddenly

, someone nudged me from behind. A group of migrant workers, their faces sweaty and carrying heavy backpacks, surged towards the station exit like a tide. I grabbed Xiao Qiao's hand, snapping out of my reverie, and followed them out of the station.

We didn't stop; we got into a taxi and sped towards the city government. "We're not migrant workers; we've come to this unfamiliar city as its inhabitants," I told Xiao Qiao, then held her hand as we sat in the car, watching the city buildings rush past us.

"Hello! Welcome to S City. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Wei. I'm the Deputy Secretary in charge of organization and publicity. I'll help you with your registration. High-achieving students like you from Tsinghua University should ideally be received by the Secretary and Mayor personally, but today happens to be the opening ceremony of the National Electronics Expo in our city, so I'm honored to be your host. To be honest, S City, as a new city, really needs fresh blood and talent like you to enrich it!"

After some pleasantries, we were assigned to apartments on the second and third floors to the left of the municipal government building. Each apartment had a bedroom, living room, and bathroom, fully furnished and equipped with appliances—small but perfectly formed. Hiding on the bed Xiao Qiao had made for me, I couldn't calm down. Was it really God's blessing? Or were we just incredibly lucky?

I suddenly sat up, tightly holding Xiao Qiao's hands against my chest. "Xiao Qiao, for you, for me, for the beautiful future we both yearn for, please believe me. I will make you the happiest woman in the world, and I will become a man who strives for love and family." With that, I kissed Xiao Qiao's forehead. Xiao Qiao closed her eyes, feeling the kiss, feeling the love, feeling the beautiful future.

"Xiao Xu, Xiao Hu! Welcome to S City. I should have met you the day before yesterday, but the mayor and I were too busy with the opening of the Electronics Expo. As you know, S City, although located on the coast, is a newly emerging city. In many aspects, besides relying on policy support, we also need to work hard. Today's prosperity is the result of the hard work and sweat of many people. Although I can't say that I've added to its glory during my tenure, I should at least have contributed a little, otherwise I would be letting down the Party organization's trust and expectations of me!"

Liu Xiangyang looked down at our files in his hand, nodded with a smile, and continued, "Alright, I won't say anything more. By the way, if you're new to the South and have any problems adjusting to this place, please let me know. As the Party Secretary, I can help you solve some living problems. You are talented people, and I don't want anything to happen to my strong and capable team, or if they have any problems adapting to the environment."

Liu Xiangyang looked much better than I remembered. I had imagined him to be an old man or a fat man with a protruding belly. He had a robust physique, his hair was neatly combed back, his thick mustache was impeccably groomed, and his sharp suit had gold buttons on the cuffs of his dark blue shirt gleaming in the sunlight. His face was kind yet slightly dignified. Overall, he lacked the portly appearance of a middle-aged man, but possessed a seasoned composure and experience honed through life's trials.

"Thank you for your concern, Secretary Liu. We're not having any trouble adjusting; the environment here is very nice. I feel extremely honored to be here in S City and to work under your guidance. I've always felt incredibly lucky, and if I could, I would only want to maintain this good fortune through hard work." He finished speaking slowly, glancing at Liu Xiangyang, then turning to look at Xiao Qiao.

"Very good. Not many young people these days have your mindset. I believe that given time, success is just around the corner for you!" After saying this, Liu Xiangyang turned to Xiao Qiao and said, "Xiao Hu, what about you? You haven't even spoken a word in my office yet. Don't be too reserved. Just make yourself at home.

Feel free to ask any questions or difficulties you may have." Looking at Liu Xiangyang, who was gazing at Xiao Qiao, I noticed a fleeting glint in his eyes. Xiao Qiao wasn't exactly a beauty, but she possessed the kind of charm that made men feel she had everything a woman should have: gentleness, understanding, thoughtfulness, and every gesture and smile exuded feminine allure.

"Secretary Liu, thank you. I'm fine. I don't have any difficulties, and even if I did, we wouldn't trouble you.

I just hope to quickly familiarize myself with the environment and play my part," Xiao Qiao said sincerely to Liu Xiangyang.

"Very good, very good. I knew your arrival wouldn't disappoint me. Go ahead and get to work, young people!

If you don't understand anything, you can ask your director, or come and ask me. Okay! Go out and familiarize yourselves with things as soon as possible, I hope you can quickly integrate into the work." As Liu Xiangyang finished speaking, Xiao Qiao and I got up and walked towards the door. Just as we stepped out, we heard Liu Xiangyang call out from behind: "Xiao Hu, stay here, I happen to have a closing speech for the expo that I need you to write." I shook Xiao Qiao's hand and walked towards my office.

My office was on the second floor of the municipal government office building, and Liu Xiangyang's office was on the fifth floor. As I walked towards the elevator, Xiao Qiao turned around and smiled at me before entering Liu Xiangyang's office. At that moment, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor.

"Xiao Hu! These are the materials for this expo. Tomorrow is the closing ceremony. Take these materials back and take a look, and write a closing speech for me accordingly." Xiao Qiao looked at the materials on Liu Xiangyang's desk, reached out her hand, and was about to pick them up and leave.

Suddenly, Liu Xiangyang reached out his broad, kind hand and grasped Xiao Qiao's small hand, saying, "Xiao Hu! You're young and beautiful, with good education and qualifications. As long as you're willing to put in the effort, your future is limitless." Liu Xiangyang

emphasized the word "effort." Xiao Qiao blushed and tried to pull her hand away, her mind blank. When Liu Xiangyang released her, Xiao Qiao dashed out of his office like a whirlwind. Watching Xiao Qiao's departing figure, Liu Xiangyang pinched his earlobe with his right thumb and forefinger, a confident smile on his face.

After leaving, Xiao Qiao's chest heaved. She hadn't yet recovered from the incident. How could the seemingly dignified yet kind Secretary Liu be like this? A limitless future just by putting in the effort? Put in what? With what to put in the effort? As she entered the office, she glanced at Xu Xu, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue after an internal struggle.

Me and My Seven "Daughters" Part 3: "Mommy" Zhao Xiaoyan (Part 1)

Time always slips away unnoticed, and November is here in the blink of an eye.

With my unique command of language and my calm and insightful understanding of events, my work quickly took off, and I was successively hired as a special correspondent and commentator by the provincial daily newspaper and the S city daily newspaper. I couldn't let down my reputation as a Tsinghua University graduate.

Today is the weekend, and I just finished preparing materials for Monday's municipal standing committee meeting. Looking at the clock on the wall, it's almost time to get off work. For the past two months, besides working hard, Xiao Qiao has enjoyed tinkering in her small kitchen. She says, "No matter how delicious the food outside is, it can't compare to the taste and hygiene of home cooking. From now on, eat out less."

Just thinking about eating with Xiao Qiao makes "home" the thing I long for most after work! Thinking of this, I looked up and smiled at Xiao Qiao sitting to my left. Just as I was lost in daydreams about the future, a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man in a police uniform knocked on the door: "Is Xu Xu there?"

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?" I turned around and looked at him.

"You're the new Deputy Director Xu? Our city's 'top writer'? I've heard so much about you! I never expected you to be so young. Oh! Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhao Jun, from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I need your help."

"Zhao Jun? You're Director Zhao?" I exclaimed in surprise. Help? What kind of help could I possibly give him? I wondered to myself.

"Hey, what's a director or not? We're all working for the Communist Party. Position doesn't mean anything, does it? Come on! I've booked a room at the Zhonghuan Building. Let's eat and chat." Zhao Jun said, pulling my hand and leading me out.

I hesitated, then looked back at Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao smiled at me as if to say, "Go ahead, come back early tonight." Lately, many bureau-level units have asked me to write things, but I've never seen a bureau chief come to me in person.

I nodded to Xiao Qiao, returning her smile, and followed Zhao Jun downstairs.

"Director Xu, you should know about the recent armored truck robbery in the city, right?" Zhao Jun said as we walked.

"Just call me Xiao Xu, everyone calls me that. 'Director' sounds a bit awkward," I smiled awkwardly, then continued, "Weren't the robbers shot dead on the spot? Oh, by the way, it seems your police station also lost a colleague. One is still in the hospital; I wonder how they are?"

"Come on, get in the car, let's talk in the car." He deliberately put me in the passenger seat. Once I was in the police Mitsubishi SUV, I realized he had driven himself.

“Xiao Xu, to be honest, the man in the hospital is my brother-in-law. You know, this whole thing is quite sensational. Provincial leaders are taking it very seriously and have visited the injured policeman in the hospital multiple times. Today, the Provincial Propaganda Department called to say they want to use this as a model of a modern people's guardian and organize a province-wide report group on his advanced deeds. I invited you here today to ask you to help write this report.” As he finished speaking, Zhao Jun looked at my right hand, which was resting on the gearshift, and gently patted the back of my left hand.

I thought to myself, “Wouldn't it be better for the person involved to write about something like this? Besides, I know absolutely nothing about what happened to the person involved. Even if I'm a great writer, it's hard to fabricate something like this, right?”

As I was pondering this, Zhao Jun's words dispelled all my concerns: "I know what kind of person my brother-in-law is. If it weren't for his sister, I'd be ready to fire him. I'll give you a case report detailing the whole incident. As for how to achieve the effect of an exemplary deed report, that really depends on you. After you finish writing it, just pretend that brat wrote it. What do you think, Xiao Xu?" I

never do things I'm not confident about. After Zhao Jun finished speaking, I started drafting the report in my mind. Since I had Zhao Jun's words, I figured I could fabricate a modern hero image that would move people to tears and inspire righteous indignation, describing how the person involved would be educated, how brave, how they would step forward, and how they would risk their lives.

"Director Zhao, I'll give it a try. I'll need your feedback on how well it's written," I replied after a moment of silence.

“Alright. Young people are so straightforward. This is the case report; take it back for reference. Let's leave the report here. We'll have a couple of drinks later. From now on, let's not talk about work, only friendship. I've decided to make you my friend.” Zhao Jun said, taking out a file folder from the side. The car stopped in front of Zhonghuan Building. A policeman was already waiting there and opened my car door.

The three large, gold-leafed characters of “Zhonghuan Building” came into view. I've been in S City for quite a while, but I've never actually eaten here before. “Zhonghuan Building” is located in the center of S City, in a bustling commercial district, with a prime location. It's usually frequented by white-collar workers from nearby office buildings and people from the political and business circles. The first floor is the main hall, with four rows of uniform mahogany tables and chairs arranged in a row, each row separated by a famous Hunan embroidery screen. There are also a few small tables for two people near the windows.

“Chief Zhao, the private room is on the second floor, Furong Pavilion.” After saying that, the policeman drove away in his Mitsubishi Jeep.

I followed Zhao Jun to a room on the second floor, towards the back. A metal sign on the door read "Furong Pavilion." Once inside, I couldn't help but marvel at how humans are such pleasure-seeking creatures. The room was large, with a thick carpet on the floor. To the left of the entrance was a large round dining table, and to the right was a high-end stereo system and a large color TV. Next to the TV was a door that seemed to lead to another room. I wondered, "How can a private room in a restaurant have another room?" Though I had this question, I was too embarrassed to ask Zhao Jun.

"Go and call your manager. Tell him the guests in this room have arrived,"

said the waiter waiting by the door. "Please wait a moment," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Xiao Xu, it's a deal, we'll only drink and talk about romance later, absolutely no work-related matters. The environment here is nice, and the chef's skills are superb. You'd better give me face and have a few more drinks."

"Director Zhao, it's just a report, I feel bad seeing you spend so much." I had just finished speaking when there was a knock on the door. When the door opened, a bald, bespectacled, fair-skinned middle-aged man walked in.

"Director Zhao, it's an honor to have you here!"

"Liu Shou, come, you've come at the right time. Let me introduce you to someone." Zhao Jun stood up from his chair and walked to my side, saying, "Xu Xu, deputy director of the Municipal Government Office, S City's 'top writer,' a promising young man!" "I've

heard so much about you! I've long heard that a talented young director has come to the Municipal Government, and seeing you today, I can see you are indeed extraordinary. My name is Liu Shou, manager of Zhonghuan Building. I hope you'll take care of me in the future." He then shook my hands with both of his.

"Alright, Liu Shou, he's my honored guest today, and even more so yours. We're here today for nothing more than a good meal, some drinks, and some fun. Let's serve the food! Go and call Zhao Xiaoyan over, and have her bring a few of her best men with her." He waved to Liu Shou after saying that.

"Director Zhao, what's this?" I looked at Zhao Jun with a puzzled expression.

"Don't call me Director Zhao, if you think highly of me, just call me Brother Zhao. Putting everything else aside, just because it's our first meeting today, I asked for your help without hesitation. Your Brother Zhao is a straightforward person, seeing you is like seeing myself back in the day. Give me some face and let Brother Zhao make the arrangements, don't make things difficult for Brother Zhao. Back then, I was just like you, full of passion, righteousness, and incorruptibility. To be honest, I really didn't expect things to turn out like this. The officialdom is like a martial arts world, and I'm also a part of that 'martial arts world,' with no choice in the matter! Brother Xu, you'll understand in time." He patted my shoulder after saying that.

At this moment, a table full of dishes was served.

"Director Zhao, no, Brother Zhao! I'm so grateful for your kindness. To be honest, S City is a completely unfamiliar place for me. Since I came here, I haven't made a single friend. I really feel quite lucky. And now, I've met someone as good as you, Brother Zhao. If you don't mind me bothering you, I'll come to visit you whenever I have time." "

Ha..."

"Brother Xu, you're so generous! Come on, Brother Zhao, I'll drink first." I also tilted my head back and poured a glass of Wuliangye into my mouth. At this moment! The door opened again.

"Come in!" Zhao Jun said in a low voice.

The door opened a crack, and a delicate, melodious voice floated in.

"Director Zhao, it's been a while since you've come. The girls under my command keep talking about you.

They say how considerate and generous you are. What brings you here today?" After Zhao Xiaoyan finished speaking, she walked in with four girls.

Since arriving in S City, my job has been stable, and I've been in a good mood. Aside from spending every night with Xiao Qiao, I haven't really paid much attention to other girls. However, Zhao Xiaoyan tonight is a little different.

Her long, slightly wavy, wine-red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her thin lips, adorned with pink lip gloss, were crystal clear on her oval face. Especially her eyes, like autumn waves, misty and watery, if not for the layer of mysterious fog in them, could drown countless men. Her long eyelashes beneath silver laser eyeshadow were enough to break hearts in a blink.

At that moment, I suddenly recalled a line of poetry: "A single glance, a hundred charms bloom; the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison." A pearl necklace adorned her fair neck, and her black, low-cut silk dress further accentuated her captivating beauty. Even the several bright and youthful girls behind her paled in comparison.

"Xiaoyan! I have a distinguished guest today. You can't be perfunctory with me," Zhao Jun said, walking behind Zhao Xiaoyan and glancing at the girls.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar, Director Zhao, aren't you going to introduce him?" Zhao Xiaoyan said, sitting down on the sofa next to me.

"Xu Xu. My good brother, a talented man! You haven't taken a fancy to him, have you? Don't take advantage of his refined and cultured nature." Zhao Jun didn't explain my identity in detail, and I knew how to maintain appropriate boundaries in this kind of superficial setting.

"Oh! A talented man? Then I'll have to introduce you to a few beauties." He then went to four girls. "These four are all handpicked by me. Yan Hong, Xiao Xia, Xiao Shan, and Man Man. They sing well, dance wonderfully, especially Yan Hong and Man Man, whose massage techniques are top-notch. They're beautiful and have sweet voices. What do you think, Director Zhao? Are you satisfied?"

"Brother Xu, pick two?" Zhao Jun didn't even look at me, his eyes darting between the four girls.

I felt like I was picking cucumbers at a market. "Brother Zhao, I..."

"Oh, why are you acting like a little girl now? You were so straightforward, weren't you? Give Brother Zhao face, pick two." Zhao Jun said loudly.

I didn't want to, and never even considered, hiring prostitutes. Firstly, I felt I would be letting Xiao Qiao down, and secondly, I felt that direct sex wouldn't satisfy my sexual needs. But I didn't want to spoil the mood today.

"Really want to pick?" I asked Zhao Jun.

"Of course."

"Any girl here is fine?" I continued.

"Of course." Zhao Jun smiled at me.

"Alright, I'll choose her." I pointed at Zhao Xiaoyan. I think even Zhao Jun didn't expect me to choose Zhao Xiaoyan.

"Me?" Zhao Xiaoyan pointed to her nose, looked at me, then looked at herself blankly, and finally turned to Zhao Jun with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Haha... Brother Xu, your taste is truly unique. She's the 'madam' here, she doesn't work as a hostess. You've given me a hard time right away. But... I think we can make an exception today?" Director Zhao also turned to Zhao Xiaoyan, seeking her opinion.

"Director Zhao, this... this might not be appropriate, right?" Zhao Xiaoyan asked Zhao Jun with a worried look.

"It's nothing. My little brother here is a true gentleman, an intellectual. He's not going to eat you. You don't need to do anything else tonight. I'll go and talk to the manager. You just entertain my distinguished guest."

Me and my seven "daughters" Part 3: "Mommy" Zhao Xiaoyan (Part 2)

Zhao Xiaoyan, Yan Hong, and Manman stayed behind. During the meal, Zhao Jun and the two girls were quite lively, chatting and laughing. Zhao Jun, who looked rather imposing, turned out to be surprisingly humorous, making the two girls giggle. Their bell-like laughter, combined with their beautiful faces and Zhao Jun's hands busily moving between their breasts and skirts, instantly filled the room with a spring-like atmosphere.

Zhao Xiaoyan and I, on the other hand, seemed much more subdued, perhaps unaccustomed to this kind of setting. We ate half-heartedly and chatted only intermittently. When we were almost finished eating, Zhao Jun suddenly said, "This day has been really tiring. My back and waist are aching. I can't deny I'm getting old. Brother Xu, let them loosen up my muscles first. You and Xiaoyan can have a good chat." With that, he chuckled and led the two girls into the unfamiliar room.

"Mr. Xu, what do you do for a living?" Zhao Xiaoyan asked, picking up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and putting it in her mouth.

"Oh, me, a civil servant," I replied.

"A civil servant, not bad, right? A secure life, and a good reputation too."

"Yes! It's great." For some reason, I suddenly didn't know what to say.

"So, what does Mr. Xu like to do in his spare time?" Zhao Xiaoyan leaned closer and asked.

"When I'm free, I like to read books and listen to music."

"Why don't you sing one for me? Your voice is very magnetic; you must sing well." Zhao Xiaoyan got up, walked to the TV, and picked up the remote. "What should I sing?"

"My Chinese Heart." I racked my brains, and it seemed like this was the only song I knew relatively well.

I knew how badly I sang; Zhao Xiaoyan's applause only made me dislike this situation more.

"How about I sing one too, okay?" Zhao Xiaoyan quickly added. Those beautiful eyes seemed to see right through people; even my slightest feeling of disgust didn't escape her notice. I knew she was trying to ease the feelings that had just welled up inside me.

"One wrong step, a lifetime of regret; forced into the world of dance to make a living. Dancers are human too; to whom can I confide my pain?

Forced by life's hardships, I swallow my tears. Is this fate, destined to spend my life in the brothel? Swaying and swaying, hugging and embracing, my personality has long been steeped in alcohol, night after night, tango, cha-cha, rumba... Who told me I'm a dancer?"

The music stopped. When Zhao Xiaoyan turned to look at me, I was just recovering from the poignant song. Our eyes met; Zhao Xiaoyan didn't speak, and neither did I. Those eyes, yes, those same eyes. The initial mist of uncertainty thickened. Suddenly, a few groans came from the next room, breaking our eye contact and dispelling the mist. I don't know where the courage came from, but I walked to Zhao Xiaoyan's side and grabbed her right hand. A fist!

"Squeeze tight, squeeze your hand tightly," I said, a little excited.

Zhao Xiaoyan looked at me, confused, and clenched her right hand into a fist.

"God has been fair to you; at least He gave you a beautiful face." Yes, she was so beautiful. If she weren't, would I have said these things to her?

"Open your palm and see what's in it?"

Zhao Xiaoyan still looked confused when she opened her palm. "Fate, fate is in your own hands, not something God can control. Character? Character isn't given to you by others; it's created with your own hands. You might say, 'You're not me, how would you know how I feel?' But I can tell you, I didn't get to where I am today without any setbacks. Everything I have today is earned with my own hands."

I was obviously being a bit harsh, but for some reason, from the moment I saw her, I wanted to say these things to her. After I finished speaking, tears welled up in Zhao Xiaoyan's big eyes and fell onto the back of my hand. Those tears were burning hot!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hope my words didn't hurt you. I just couldn't bear to see such a beautiful girl like this. I really couldn't bear it," I said sincerely.

"No, it's okay, your words didn't hurt me, thank you! Really, I've met so many different kinds of men over the years, but I never thought I'd meet someone like you. Most men who come here aren't honest; it's a brothel, after all, people come here to have fun, of course they want to enjoy themselves. At first, I thought you were no different from them, but I never expected... Thank you, thank you so much!"

I took her phone, entered my number, and said, "I work at the city government, this is my number. You can call me if you need anything, can't we be friends?" I smiled at her.

She looked at the number on her phone and then deleted it. I looked at her in surprise, and she smiled and said to me, "I'll remember it." Then she pressed her lips to my face and put her arm around my shoulder. I pulled her to the sofa and we sat there together, both of us speechless.

From the next room, Zhao Jun said, "Come on, Yan Hong, lie down, yes! Spread your legs a little, good. Man Man! Climb on top of Yan Hong, yes! Stick

your butt up a little more, um. Right. Don't move!"

Looking at the overlapping genitals before him, Zhao Jun took his mouth and licked Yan Hong's overgrown vulva. He felt there was so much hair that even his nose was itchy; he couldn't stand it! The stench was overwhelming, a mixture of urine, vaginal fluid, and sweat constantly stimulating his erection. Man Man's vulva was much cleaner, with only a few tufts of hair on her mons pubis, and her thin labia were pink and tender. Zhao Jun took a big bite. Actually, he didn't bite with much force, but Man Man's voice was like being splashed with tap water in the dead of winter.

"First, love Man Man, hehe! Man Man, you're so tight here. Then love Yan Hong. Yan Hong, you're so wet here."

Zhao Jun said, straining upwards and downwards. The two girls' tongues were stuck together, and they were silent except for muffled sounds coming from their noses.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm coming, I can't take it anymore, who wants it?"

Just as Zhao Jun was wondering who to give his semen to, the two girls sat up and simultaneously kissed Zhao Jun's crotch, who was kneeling down. It was more like sucking than kissing. Zhao Jun's penis in Yan Hong's mouth twitched twice, then he quickly pulled it out and put it into Manman's mouth. Then he exhaled a long breath.

Me and My Seven "Daughters" Part 4: A Turning Point in Life (Part 1)

When I walked out of the "Central Building," I felt an uncomfortable pressure in my crotch. "What are you pretending to be, a gentleman? You're just a mortal. Do you think you're Liu Xiahui? If you're so capable, why don't you stop getting hard?" I muttered to myself.

When I got back in Zhao Jun's car, I didn't hear a word he said. My mind was filled with Zhao Xiaoyan's big eyes, those big eyes that could arouse sexual desire just by looking at them. As I got out of the car, I heard Zhao Jun say, "Brother Xu, don't forget about the report. I'll come pick it up on Monday." After saying that, Zhao Jun pulled his head back out the window, stepped on the gas, and disappeared from sight.

"It's already 10 PM." I thought no one would take this long to eat a meal. I looked up and saw the dormitory lights were on; Xiao Qiao was probably still waiting for me to come back. When I opened the door, there was food on the table, but Xiao Qiao was nowhere to be seen. I called her twice, but no one answered, so I went straight into the bedroom.

"Getting all engorged again." Xiao Qiao's current position would make any man want to commit a crime.

I saw Xiao Qiao half-hiding on the edge of the bed, wearing a gray business suit. The knee-length skirt couldn't cover her fair thighs, and one foot was already half-dangling off the bed. Black stockings and pure white cotton panties were all attracting my gaze, and the desire that had just subsided was reignited. She must have fallen asleep while waiting for me; there was a magazine on her lower abdomen, and because she was hiding, her top was pulled up, and I could see her bulging breasts through the collar.

I quietly walked to Xiao Qiao's side, knelt down, pulled up her skirt, and plunged my head between her legs. A pure, natural body scent, unlike the perfume Zhao Xiaoyan wore. While gently biting her mons pubis, I reached for Xiao Qiao's chest.

Xiao Qiao, surprised, tried to sit up, letting out a soft scream. By the time she saw it was me, I had already pressed her upper body down. Her panties were now soaked with my saliva. Damn! So much saliva! It seems like I produce a lot more saliva when I'm aroused.

I suddenly stood up, lifting Xiao Qiao's legs and placing them on my shoulders. I pulled down her panties with my left hand, and my shirt and blouse also came off. When we were both completely naked, I was lying on the bed. Xiao Qiao straddled me, her buttocks facing me, and began licking my penis with her tongue. Her snow-white buttocks resembled a peach blossom in March, pink tinged with white. I moved Xiao Qiao's buttocks back slightly, and my tongue slipped into that flower. The fragrance was tinged with a fishy smell, a bittersweet taste.

I straightened my legs and thrust my lower body forward, as if trying to send my penis down Xiao Qiao's throat. Xiao Qiao suddenly sat up straight on me, wiped the drool from her mouth, and brushed her disheveled hair behind her ears. Then, she guided my penis to her already overflowing vagina, held her breath, and sat down.

At first, Xiao Qiao didn't dare to move much, only shifting back and forth with my hands supporting her buttocks. This stimulation was far from enough to satisfy my heightened desire. I pulled Xiao Qiao's upper body down, so she was lying on top of me. I spread her legs wide, letting her do as she pleased, and began thrusting rapidly like a motor.

I could feel Xiao Qiao's heart leaping into her throat, as if something was stuck there, wanting to scream but unable to, yet feeling incredibly uncomfortable if she didn't. I could feel Xiao Qiao's nails digging into the flesh of my outer thighs. Although it hurt, it didn't stop my thrusting.

"Xiao Qiao, don't be too loud, there are still people living next door." To prevent the noise from getting too loud, I had to turn Xiao Qiao over and adopt a rear-entry position. Xiao Qiao's entire face was buried in the blanket placed at the head of the bed.

I don't know if it was my perception or if Xiao Qiao's vagina was naturally shorter, but every time I used the rear-entry position, I felt like I was hitting my head. Watching my labia and vaginal fluid being pulled in and out by my penis, my nervous system was already extremely excited. Because there were no restraints, my speed was unprecedented. Xiao Qiao no longer had the strength to maintain the kneeling position and ended up crawling on the bed, so that each of my thrusts would slap hard against Xiao Qiao's snow-white, plump buttocks.

With Xiao Qiao's continuous screams and the irregular trembling and contraction of her inner thighs, I finally ejaculated inside Xiao Qiao, ejaculated, and ejaculated again! The continuous orgasms made my hands no longer have the strength to support my entire body, and I also lay on top of Xiao Qiao, kissed Xiao Qiao's smooth shoulders, and breathed heavily.

"Get down, you're too heavy, I can't breathe," he said, shifting slightly.

As his penis emerged from Xiao Qiao's body, white nectar flowed from her vulva. At that moment, lying beside Xiao Qiao, I didn't want to move a finger. In a daze, I felt Xiao Qiao pick up a tissue from the bedside table, bend her legs, and wipe her lower body. Then she put on her underwear, carefully cleaning the inside and outside of my

retracted

glans, and finally nestled against my chest, falling into a deep sleep with me. ********** ...

Then I told Xiao Qiao about it: "Xiao Qiao, you have to do a good job this time in the provincial capital with Secretary Liu, don't make any mistakes. It's your first business trip, and these meetings are just simple summaries and planning sessions, so just focus on taking notes, and go out for a walk when you have free time. Relax." I said to Xiao Qiao with a smile.

"Just me and Secretary Liu?" Xiao Qiao asked with a worried look.

"Oh, the mayor should be going too," I replied.

"Oh." After saying that, Xiao Qiao seemed to fall into deep thought. I was a little puzzled, what was wrong with Xiao Qiao? But Zhao Jun was coming to pick up the report today, and I hadn't printed it out yet, it was just a draft on the computer, so I didn't pay much attention and just sat in front of the computer proofreading.

In the afternoon, Xiao Qiao rode in Secretary Liu's Hongqi car with the secretary, license plate number XS0001, and after the mayor left, I was about to call Zhao Jun when my phone rang.

"Brother Xu, it's me, your Brother Zhao. I'm a bit busy right now and might not be able to come over. How about this: I have a card game at the Central Building at six o'clock tonight. Director Chen from the Municipal Procuratorate is also there, along with a few businessmen. Take the report there; getting to know them will be good for you in the future. Besides, I bet you're thinking about Zhao Xiaoyan too, right? Hehe!"

"No, Brother Zhao, don't talk nonsense. I have a girlfriend. Okay, I'll bring the report to the Central Building at six o'clock tonight."

"Don't try to play games with me. Hehe! Zhao Xiaoyan is really interested in you. To be honest, it's only because of you that I don't want anyone else to touch Xiaoyan. Let me tell you, she's a top student from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. If it weren't for... never mind, I'll tell you later. I'm busy. Six o'clock tonight at the Central Building, don't forget." He hung up the phone after saying that.

I arrived at the Central Building at 5:40. As soon as I entered the lobby, I looked for Zhao Jun. He didn't say which room he was in, but I figured he wouldn't be sitting in the lobby. As I looked around, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"Isn't this our Deputy Director Xu? What are you doing here? Have you eaten? Come, come, let's go upstairs." He then pulled me upstairs.

I recognized him immediately—it was Liu Shou! Because he was bald, I remembered him quite well.

"I'm waiting for Director Zhao. Just take me to his room," I said hurriedly. "

Director Zhao? He doesn't seem to have booked a room. Let me ask for you." She then turned to a woman in her thirties at the front desk on the first floor and asked, "Xiao Mei, which room did Director Zhao of the Public Security Bureau book?" "Director Zhao

? No, he hasn't. The only guests on the second floor who haven't arrived are at 'Furong Pavilion,' but it was booked by General Manager Hou of 'Yongxing Real Estate,'" the woman named Xiao Mei replied.

Liu Shou smiled awkwardly at me after hearing this. I quickly explained, "That's right, Director Zhao asked me to meet him at the Central Building at six o'clock. Oh, and he also said that a few businessmen and Director Chen from the Procuratorate would be coming too." Just as I finished speaking, Zhao Jun appeared at the door, accompanied by three middle-aged men. Besides Zhao Jun and a slightly bearded old man, the other two were carrying briefcases.

"Brother Xu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Come on! Let's talk upstairs." After saying that, we went upstairs.

It was the same room as before. After everyone was seated, Zhao Jun introduced me to the other three men.

"Gentlemen, today I must introduce you to a talented young man. Don't let his young age fool you; he's quite famous now! He's S City's top 'penman,' the deputy director of the Municipal Government Office, Xu Xu."

Before he finished speaking, a fat, big-eared man sitting to my right extended his hand. "Seeing is believing, a truly formidable young man. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hou Yong, general manager of Yongxing Real Estate. This is my business card; I'll really need your help in the future!" After shaking hands, he casually pulled a business card from his shirt pocket. "

My name is Hou Xiong, deputy general manager and finance director of Yongxing Real Estate. Hou Yong is my older brother. Just let me know if you need anything."

A thin, middle-aged man sitting next to Hou Yong continued.

"Brother Xu, this is the director of the Procuratorate, Chen Chaoyang. I'm sure you've heard of him, but this is probably the first time we've met, isn't it?" Zhao Jun said, pointing to Chen Chaoyang sitting next to him.

"Director Chen, hello." I stood up and extended my hand to him.

Chen Chaoyang simply nodded, smiled at me, and said, "S City will belong to you young people from now on!" That was it; we were now acquainted. Needless to say, what followed was a feast and a few drinks. After we were full, Zhao Jun pulled me towards the next room.

"I need to talk to Xiao Xu for a bit. Have them remove the table and replace it with a card table."

Once inside, I realized this wasn't a restaurant room at all; it was practically a hotel. A large Simmons mattress, a small color TV, and even a bathroom.

I knew why Zhao Jun had dragged me in, so I simply handed him the report I had written. He didn't rush to look, but instead grabbed my hand and said, "Brother, I've been in S City for quite a while now, but there aren't many people I truly admire. However, since last time, I've really started to respect you. You know Zhao Xiaoyan, right? I've given her quite a few benefits, but I haven't even gotten a share. I didn't expect you to be targeted on your first visit. Didn't I tell you on the phone? She's a top student who graduated from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. But do you know why she ended up as a madam?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know."

"Sigh! It's her bad luck. The year before last, she was the marketing manager of PCCW. You know the chairman of PCCW is from Hong Kong. They were getting along well, but then one day in the office building, that guy surnamed Li actually pointed at Zhao Xiaoyan's nose in public and cursed her: 'Who do you think you are? You think sleeping with me makes you a phoenix on a branch? I was just playing with you.' That guy surnamed Li is a real bastard. At that time, Zhao Xiaoyan was pregnant."

After Mr. Li finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoyan disappeared for a whole month before returning to the company to complete her resignation procedures. If a classmate of mine at PCCW hadn't told me, how would anyone outside know? That bastard is throwing away such a good woman; he should go home and marry his mother. It's all his mother's money he's wasting; he thinks he can play with whoever he wants just because he has a few stinking bucks. "Zhao Jun said angrily, making Zhao Xiaoyan sound like his own sister.

"Director Zhao, we're one short for mahjong, just waiting for you!" Yong called out.

Zhao Jun opened the door and said, "I'll let Brother Xu play with you guys first; I need to look at something." He then waved the file bag in his hand.

"Me? Me?" I touched my pocket, which contained no more than five hundred yuan. I looked at Zhao Jun with suspicion. Although I didn't know how much they were betting, I figured it must be a lot.

"Yes, you play for me first. If we win, we split it; if we lose, it's on me." "After saying that, he pushed me out.

Fine, let's play then, it's not my money if I lose anyway." Thinking this, I sat down opposite Chen Chaoyang.

"Wait a minute, you need someone to pour tea and water when playing cards, and besides, my eyesight is failing, I need someone to watch the cards.

How can we play without someone here? You're bullying this old man! Xiao Xu, don't you think so?" Chen Chaoyang said to me.

Before I understood what was going on, Zhao Xiaoyan walked in with five girls.

"Oh! What's going on today? Distinguished guests have come to Furong Pavilion. Dean Chen, it's been a while since you've come. Last time you were wearing a skirt, but today I'm wearing a sweater to work." She then pushed a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl next to Chen Chaoyang.

"Why are you so fond of Dean Chen? I've been very supportive of you." Hou Yong said, pulling a girl to sit beside him.

"That's right, that's right, President Hou, you're my benefactor." "After saying that, I felt something was off. I shook my head with a smile.

"Where's Director Zhao? I haven't seen him. He just called me saying he was coming." Zhao Xiaoyan looked around.

"Oh, he's in his room looking at some documents. Never mind him, let's play mahjong first. You guys find yourselves seats."

Chen Chaoyang said, scattering the mahjong tiles that had been arranged on the table.

Zhao Xiaoyan sat down next to me without waiting for anyone to speak. After seeing Zhao Xiaoyan sit down, Chen Chaoyang, Hou Yong, and Hou Xiong smiled knowingly and said to a young girl sitting on the sofa, "Looks like Xiao Xu doesn't need anyone to help him. Come on, sit next to me and help me draw the tiles."

I thought to myself, that old bastard Zhao Jun must have mentioned what happened a few days ago to them. Then we started playing mahjong.

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