Dragon Tattoo - Chapter 307 Bai Ying Understands Boss and Wu Junmei 72

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Junmei's lower body, her pubic hair covered in dried semen, had been further stained with the movement she had made, some of the semen stored in her uterus flowing out and staining her inner thighs. The marks of these stains gave Junmei, who was originally pure and innocent, an air of alluring seduction, as if a fairy who had never touched the earth had suddenly descended to the mortal realm.
Bai Yingming expected Junmei to be crying and heartbroken when she looked at herself in the mirror, but instead, she appeared blank and expressionless, as if she had lost consciousness. Seeing this, Bai Yingming felt a pang of worry. He wasn't worried about Junmei's safety; his biggest fear was that she might commit suicide. However, based on his understanding of Junmei, although she was strong-willed, she was very rational. Unable to figure it out, he could only continue watching. Although it was late, he felt no sleepiness whatsoever.
Standing before the mirror for a long time, Junmei turned on the shower and began to wash away the marks her father had left on her body. She quietly washed every part of her body, the water flowing over her entire body, making her already flawless skin appear even whiter and more translucent. But was this pure and innocent body still clean after being used by an old man? Bai Yingming felt no disgust for Junmei, but rather affection and tenderness. The feeling Junmei gave him was always new and exciting.
In his father's room, Bai Laoda, wrapped in a thick quilt, suddenly pulled back a corner of the blanket the moment he heard Junmei open the bathroom door, revealing his head with a look of panic. Perhaps what he feared most at that moment was Junmei suddenly coming to "settle accounts" with him. Hearing Junmei finally enter the bathroom, his father visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath, though the fear on his face didn't lessen much. At the same time, he rubbed his face tightly with his hand, perhaps trying to clear his mind, his face filled with deep sorrow and self-reproach. He had finally gotten what he wanted, but the potential consequences and costs were too great.
The thoughts on Father Bai's face were a mixture of sorrow, fear, self-blame, and guilt; at this moment, Father Bai seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Hearing Junmei enter the bathroom and quiet down, the father completely threw back the covers, his worried face inadvertently glancing down to his groin. His now limp penis swayed softly at his hips. At this moment, his penis was so dark and ugly, covered with patches of white spots, as if something had grown on it. But those white spots were dried semen, congealed and covering his entire penis. Due to the dryness, the gaps between the white spots were also filled with patches of transparent white skin, like dried glue, forming the dried and congealed clear vaginal fluid from Junmei.
Seeing his penis covered in his own semen and the vaginal fluid his beloved daughter-in-law had just secreted, the father, Bai Laoda, who had been filled with sorrow, suddenly revealed a hint of satisfaction and excitement. He had initially thought it was all a dream, but the marks on his penis proved that everything had been real. He had finally and completely possessed his goddess, and had made her writhe and climax repeatedly beneath him. The dried vaginal fluid around his penis was proof of that.
Because the father was only focused on "escaping," he didn't think to wipe his penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Fortunately, there was a pack of disinfectant wipes on the bedside table, which he used to disinfect and apply medicine to his injured arm.
The father took out a wet wipe, about to wipe his penis, but stopped abruptly the moment it touched it. He stared blankly at his penis, now covered in semen, lost in thought. Was he reluctant to wipe away the stains? Perhaps to confirm his guess, he tossed the unused wipe into the bedside trash can, then gently covered his penis with the blanket, closed his eyes, and stared blankly into space. His expression shifted between joy, ecstasy, sorrow, and self-reproach. He was undoubtedly reminiscing about the beautiful yet conflicted moments that had just passed, savoring the experience.
After things quieted down at her father Bai Laoda's place, Junmei, relying on her body's instincts, washed herself. She finally finished. Junmei dried herself with a towel, her face still expressionless. Watching this, the more he looked at Junmei's expression, the colder his heart became. Her calmness was not a good thing; even if Junmei burst into tears right now, he would feel better.
After drying herself off, Junmei walked out of the bathroom as if under a spell, but the direction she took was completely unexpected. She walked blankly towards her father's room, a bath towel draped over her shoulders, her entire body exposed to the air, looking so sexy and radiant. Having just showered, her body still exuded warm steam. Bai Yingming's heart suddenly tightened, his mind reeling. Why was Junmei going to her father's bedroom? Was she confused and went to the wrong room? Was she going to confront her father? Or… He realized he couldn't bear to imagine what would happen next; it was unpredictable, unthinkable…
Could it be a third time? For some reason, Bai Yingming suddenly had this thought. Was it something he was hoping for? Or was he worried about what was about to happen?
Bai Laoda, the father, who was lost in thought with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them when he heard Junmei walk out of the bathroom. At this moment, the father probably realized that he had "unintentionally" made a big mistake, and every move Junmei made was affecting his heart.
Perhaps it was because he heard Junmei's footsteps getting closer and closer to his room that his father, Bai Laoda, began to breathe more and more rapidly.
Excitement, fear, confusion, and bewilderment—a complex array of emotions were displayed on the father's face, each one constantly shifting across his expression.
At this moment, Father Bai's eyes widened. Perhaps he was praying that Junmei was only going to the kitchen or the back balcony, and not to his room, because he couldn't be sure what Junmei's feelings and intentions were towards him. But ideals are beautiful, and reality is cruel. With a click, the door to Father Bai's bedroom opened. Without needing to guess who it was, Father Bai didn't have the courage to look at the doorway. He hurriedly pulled the blanket over his head, wrapping himself tightly, not revealing a single part of his body.
Junmei's movements from the bathroom to her father's bedroom were decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation. She seemed like a mindless puppet, her actions driven solely by instinct. Upon entering her father's room, Junmei didn't glance at him on the bed, but instead searched the room. Finally, she found her nightgown and underwear on the floor, and then her bra, which her father had forcibly removed using "despicable" methods, at the foot of the bed.
Junmei slowly and purposefully picked up the three pieces of clothing, without panic or shyness; everything she did was so composed and natural. Her father, oblivious to what was happening, remained tightly wrapped in the blankets, his body trembling violently. One could imagine the extent of his fear; he was perhaps awaiting the "storm" that was about to break.
Seeing Junmei's actions, Bai Yingming suddenly felt a sense of relief for some reason. It turned out Junmei had come back to retrieve her underwear and nightgown; a flicker of relief crossed his mind. Perhaps having experienced the passionate moment between Junmei and his father, his desire for the evening had reached its limit, and he secretly hoped that his father and Junmei would have no further contact that night.
After finding her nightgown and underwear, Junmei didn't leave her father's room immediately. Instead, she slowly put them on, her body—a body that any woman in the world would envy and any man would be captivated by—gradually becoming covered by the clothes. Seeing this, he was a little puzzled. Why didn't Junmei go back to her own bedroom to get dressed?
Did she have something else to do in her father's bedroom?
After putting on her underwear and nightgown, Junmei returned to her usual attire at home. However, Junmei was vastly different from before. Previously, her body belonged to only one man, but just now, she had been completely possessed by the second man in her life. Junmei still didn't glance at her father on the bed, as if he didn't exist. Junmei reached for toilet paper and wet wipes on the bedside table. Hearing the sound of Junmei taking things from the bedside table, her father, Bai Laoda, wrapped in the blanket, suddenly trembled violently. Perhaps every move Junmei made at that moment was tightly tugging at his heartstrings.
After picking up toilet paper and wet wipes, Junmei squatted down and began wiping the floor with them. It was then that Bai Yingming remembered that after Junmei and her father finished their first time, she had suddenly fallen to the floor while getting out of bed, leaving traces of semen on the floor. That semen was from when her father ejaculated inside her; when she was curled up on the floor, there was a lot of semen that had flowed from her vagina.
Junmei slowly wiped away the dried semen stains, wiping them slowly and carefully. Was she trying to erase all traces? Logically speaking, since their passion had subsided, he shouldn't be interested in these aftercare details. However, Bai Yingming didn't want to give up on any details after their encounter, his heart filled with both anticipation and worry.

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