The lewd daughter cried

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It was already noon, and his daughter still hadn't gotten up. Duan Enze made a lot of noise in the kitchen, but it didn't wake her. It was the weekend, no school, but she still needed to eat! He

put the food on the table, called her several times, but heard nothing from her room. He was starting to worry that she might be sick. Standing at the door of her bedroom, his heart pounded faster and faster. His daughter was seventeen, blossoming into a graceful and charming young woman. Her increasingly full breasts were a symbol of her youthful maturity. As his daughter grew older, Duan Enze began to feel afraid to enter that private space.

"Yingying… time to eat! Yingying?" Duan Enze knocked on the door, but there was still no response!

After waiting for about two minutes, Duan Enze finally couldn't contain his concern and unlocked the door. "Yingying… you…" He froze before he could finish the word "you."

The scene before him wasn't exactly lewd, but it was undeniably alluring, completely unexpected by Duan Enze. This was the scene every man longed to see, yet as a father, he was extremely reluctant to confront it.

The curtains, fluttering in the wind, offered little respite from the blazing sun outside; dappled sunlight bathed the girl's fair skin, making her appear radiant. Lying quietly on the pink single bed, Duan Yingying had only a corner of a thin blanket draped around her waist, her mature, naked body almost entirely exposed.

[This child, why is she sleeping like this?] Duan Enze wanted to go over and cover Yingying with the blanket, to check if his daughter had a cold or fever, but he couldn't move his feet.

Duan Yingying curled up on the bed, her smooth, flawless buttocks forming a beautiful arc. Following the smooth muscles of her back, one could easily see the exposed half of her breasts. Even more arousing were her fair, fleshy thighs, completely exposed up to the groin. Whether unconsciously or not, Duan Enze's eyes were fixed on that exposed crevice, unable to look away.

Her tightly closed lips were free of any stray hairs, appearing incredibly tender and smooth. Through the narrow slit, two wrinkled petals peeked out, tempting the eye with their allure. Even more enticing was the glistening dewdrop clinging to the center of her lips.

Duan Enze knew what it was; seventeen was the age when a girl's heart was filled with first love, but seeing it with his own eyes still made his heart tremble.

[You brat, are you having a wet dream?] Duan Enze couldn't help but wonder about Yingying's dream.

"Dad…where are you looking?" Yingying suddenly blurted out, startling Duan Enze, who hadn't yet snapped out of his reverie. His mind went blank, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

"You brat! How can you sleep like that? A girl should have some sense of shame. Come on…dinner is ready!" Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear of such an awkward situation, Duan Enze didn't dare linger. After scolding her, he hurriedly left.

As Yingying sat up, she only caught a glimpse of her father's back as he closed the door, a hint of resentment flickering across her rosy, delicate face.

A sudden breeze swept by, and Yingying felt a slight chill on her groin. She then touched her private parts with her fingers and discovered that her vulva was somewhat sticky. Looking at the glistening moisture on her fingertips, Yingying murmured to herself in embarrassment, "Did he see me?"

Duan Enze buried his head in his food, but the image of Yingying's naked body and the blossoming flower between her thighs lingered in his mind. Even his best dish, braised pork ribs, lacked flavor.

Duan Yingying, dressed in a nightgown, drifted leisurely into the bathroom. Her disheveled hair and cartoon slippers were something only seen in her teenage years and after marriage.

Emerging from the bathroom, Yingying had styled her hair and appeared before Duan Enze with a pure and lovely appearance. Her slip dress, printed with Hello Kitty, adorned her shoulders, and her long, flowing hair was styled in a bun. Her bare shoulders and neck exuded an alluring charm unlike anything she'd ever worn. Perhaps it was Duan Enze's imagination, but today Yingying seemed to radiate a mature, sexy allure.

The two at the table remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, their usual cheerful disposition gone. Duan Enze tried to suppress his thoughts and avoid looking at his daughter, but a long-dormant stirring within him remained.

For six years, since his wife's passing, he had been raising eleven-year-old Yingying alone. His salary was low, so he hadn't been with a woman all these years; the thought of a prostitute costing a hundred yuan a time was unthinkable. He numbed himself with work, and when loneliness became unbearable, he would silently take care of himself.

However, what he least wanted to face was his daughter's occasionally exposed, beautiful body, which seemed to gnaw at his moral compass like a giant black hole. Especially in the last two years, as his daughter's sexual characteristics developed, he found it increasingly difficult to be alone with her.

Duan Yingying picked at her food a few times, then stopped, biting her chopsticks and staring thoughtfully at the table.

"Dad..." Yingying broke the silence first. "You saw it just now?"

Yingying's seemingly casual question made him tense. He knew what his daughter meant, but he hadn't had time to mentally prepare himself. "Saw what?" Duan Enze asked unconsciously, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Yingying bit her lower lip, a blush spreading across her face. "Dad, were you looking at... my butt?" Yingying's questioning gaze made Duan Enze feel guilty and unable to look her in the eye.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Eat your food, and then do your homework." Duan Enze made up a flimsy excuse.

"I finished my homework yesterday," Yingying said casually. "Perverted dad, peeping at me!" Yingying gave a mischievous smile, but there was a hint of reproach in her forced smile.

Duan Enze could have easily used his fatherly authority to scold his daughter, but perhaps it was his guilty conscience that made him unable to refute, instead acting like a child unwilling to admit wrongdoing. "Girls shouldn't be sleeping properly, not even dressed properly." When it came to not wearing clothes, his confidence as a father seemed even weaker.

"Is it comfortable that way!" Yingying pouted, then suddenly asked curiously. "Does it look good?"

He had just managed to suppress the stunning and tempting images in his mind, but now his daughter had stirred up a storm of desire in him again. "Eat your food! Stop talking so much nonsense." Duan Enze pretended to be angry; he really didn't know how to end this if it continued. His manhood jerked upwards, thankfully hidden under the table where his daughter couldn't see it. Otherwise, she might have thought he had lewd thoughts, and what would become of his father's dignity?

"Ugh, it's so hot!" Yingying stopped nagging, seemingly afraid her father would actually get angry. "It's so hot, I have no appetite at all." She slightly bent over, and Duan Enze thought she wanted to leave the table, but then he saw her sit down again, as if bending down to pick something up.

"This will cool you down a lot." Yingying said, taking a white wad of cloth from under the table and placing it on the surface.

Yingying casually picked up two more dishes and put them in her mouth, deliberately ignoring her father's astonished stare at the white cloth.

Duan Enze's mind was in turmoil because of what his daughter had brought out. The woman's pure white underwear was just a few feet in front of him, occupying most of his attention. His daughter's tender vulva once again drastically influenced his thoughts. [Damn it, you brat, what a joke!] His erection throbbed with excitement. He said this, but couldn't help fantasizing about the eroticism exposed under the table. Any man would succumb to such temptation, but ethics and morality restrained his actions. He was a father, not a beast, but a father is a man too.

"Ah! I don't want to eat anymore, I'm on a diet." Yingying pouted, noticing her father's face turning red and green, and felt she had gone too far. "So hot, so hot… go take a shower."

[A shower!] Every word Yingying spoke seemed to entice him towards eroticism. The more he tried to resist, the more he couldn't control himself. Only after Yingying closed the bathroom door did Duan Enze relax slightly.

After all that commotion, he hadn't eaten well and had no appetite. Duan Enze cleared the dishes, trying hard not to notice the underwear on the corner of the table. But when wiping the table, the white cloth was awkward to pick up or leave behind, always preoccupied with that forbidden place deep in his heart.

"Dad... what are you doing! Hehe!" His daughter had come out of the bathroom sometime earlier and saw Duan Enze staring blankly at the underwear on the table.

He turned his head and saw Yingying wrapped only in a short, narrow towel, barely covering her bottom, as if it might fall off at any moment. Her full, smooth thighs were straight and her moist skin exuded a sexy allure.

"Haha! So Dad's a pervert." Yingying smiled mischievously.

"Nonsense, you're getting more and more indecent. You don't act like a girl at all. Do you think teasing your dad is fun?" Duan Enze quickly wiped the table and took the empty bowl into the kitchen.

A father's discipline of his daughter was always a weakness. [If Chunping were here, things would be better.] His father's doting was far greater than his mother's, and he was also very cautious about sensitive topics.

Duan Enze absentmindedly washed the dishes, his thoughts already far away. His years of marital affection with Liu Chunping were now only tinged with concern for Duan Yingying.

"Dad, let me help you wash the dishes. You've only washed one dish in ages. What are you thinking about!" Yingying was like an unshakeable ghost. Duan Sze tried to avoid her again and again, but he couldn't escape his daughter's teasing.

The bath towel only covered half of her breasts, and the two mounds squeezed out a thin slit in the middle. Her peach-like breasts were so tempting that Duan Sze couldn't help but withdraw his lewd gaze.

"Go watch some TV, don't bother me." Duan Sze was getting annoyed. He couldn't let his daughter act up. Even jokes had to have limits.

"There's nothing to watch right now, I'll wash them." Yingying squeezed towards the sink. "Dad, you worked hard cooking. It's your turn to do the work."

"No need, why are you being so disobedient? I told you..." Yingying exclaimed in surprise, as if something had slipped down. "I'll..." The words she was about to say were swallowed back as she turned around.

The white bath towel must have been pushed off during their scuffle, leading to even closer contact this time. His daughter's cool, smooth skin left a tingling sensation on his arm. Duan Enze couldn't tell whether to feel fortunate or regretful. In the instant he turned his head, the fallen towel revealed his daughter's alluring body.

Her delicate breasts stood erect before him, the two pale pink nipples arousing a desire to kiss and bite them, while a patch of dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen further ignited a man's most primal instincts.

The girl's body was sweet and innocent, her smooth, bouncy skin like a newborn's—the desire of countless men.

"Dad…" Yingying said coquettishly, blushing with embarrassment at being stared at naked by the man.

Hearing his daughter's call, Duan Enze realized how out of control he had become. "You wash," Duan Enze hurriedly left, perhaps more to conceal his erection.

In the bathroom, the cold water could hardly suppress his uncontrollable lust. He didn't want to think about his daughter's expression after he left; he could no longer know what image she would leave in her heart, though some mockery was inevitable.

[Yingying is my daughter, the apple of my and Chunping's eye. How could I… Chunping, I… what should I do?] Duan Enze felt pain and helplessness; failing to raise his daughter well was his greatest regret.

However, his lonely and aroused penis needed release, otherwise he didn't know if he would go astray and lose control. He frantically stroked his penis, his daughter's naked body becoming the only image in his mind, appearing uncontrollably despite his efforts to resist.

"Dad…" came his daughter's voice from outside the door.

[What…] Duan Enze was a little nervous. [What could happen at this time?] He tried to make his final thrust. "What's wrong?" Duan Enze asked, his voice trembling.

"I need to pee," Yingying said softly, pausing at the door.

"Almost there, just a minute." Duan Enze was on the verge of ejaculation, but the sudden urge to stop left him with a profound sense of loss.

"I'm so impatient, I can't hold it in anymore!" Yingying said, banging on the door, which only made Duan Enze more flustered. The more anxious he became, the less he could ejaculate, always hovering on the edge of climax.

"I need to get dressed." Without much time to fuss, Duan Enze forced himself to suppress his desire and prepared to wipe himself with a towel. "Didn't you pee in the shower?"

"I wasn't in a hurry! Oh no! I can't wait any longer." Yingying turned the doorknob, and the door opened with a click. In his haste, Duan Enze had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

"Ah!" Seeing her father's naked body, Yingying was stunned. Duan Enze was holding his penis in one hand and reaching for the towel rack with the other.

The man's enormous member leaped into her view. Seeing a male organ for the first time, Yingying's heart raced, and she was deeply shocked.

"You..." Duan Enze couldn't scold his daughter; it was all his carelessness, and he deeply regretted forgetting to lock the door.

Yingying ignored her father's embarrassment, rushed to the toilet, lifted her towel, and plopped down.

The bathroom wasn't large, just a square room of about five or six square meters. To the left of the entrance was the washing machine and sink, and to the right was the toilet next to the shower.

"Why are you looking at me? Didn't you want to take a shower?" Yingying tilted her head, looking at her father, who was covering his groin with a confused and strange expression.

"I'm done showering, I'm coming out." Duan Enze quickly turned away to dry himself.

The sound of water hitting the toilet bowl was unusually clear, and even though he really didn't want to hear it, the sight of his daughter urinating still forcefully occupied Duan Enze's thoughts.

"Dad... yours... is so big!" Yingying exclaimed, omitting the name of male genitalia. Seventeen is the age when boys and girls are most confused and curious about sex, and it's also the most dangerous time for young men and women. Often, fantasies combined with the desire to try things out can easily lead them astray.

"Are you done? Let's go when you're done." It wasn't that Duan Enze didn't want to leave, but his clothes were on the wall hook by the door. To get dressed, he would have to go past Yingying, and without the towel on Yingying's head

, he might be exposed again. He didn't want to take the risk, but that would only increase the time the two of them would spend alone naked. "It's so big, can it go inside? It must hurt a lot, right?" The father and daughter's irrelevant and nonsensical conversation sounded like Yingying was asking and answering herself.

"Aren't you done yet?" Sex education for a girl is the most difficult topic for every father to discuss, and the hardest to face directly. Holding the idea that she should understand when she grows up might ruin her daughter's life.

"Dad..." Yingying called out to her father, leaving him with no escape.

"What!" Duan Enze, with his back to his daughter, dared not turn around, only responding softly. However, the question he feared most was still before him.

"Is a boy's... always the same size? Or does it get bigger for some reason?" Yingying's seemingly innocent question was the hardest for him to answer.

"Don't you have a physiology class? The teacher will talk about it, right?" Duan Enze had a sudden inspiration. Although he didn't know what the school's physiology class would cover, he could at least push the question to the teacher for now.

"Physiology class was this morning, and the teacher didn't talk about this at all." Duan Enze's excuse failed, and he was back to square one. "

Maybe it's due to stimulation or..." How could he explain it? He couldn't very well say that seeing a naked woman would make it bigger. Duan Enze chose the most euphemistic language, but he hadn't figured out how to explain it clearly, and he was also worried that his daughter would misunderstand some of the meaning.

"Is it seeing... a naked woman?" Yingying seemed very relaxed, while Duan Enze was at his wit's end.

"That's one aspect." Duan Enze cleared his throat, almost anticipating his daughter's next question.

"Daddy... is it because you saw me? Hehe." Yingying giggled sweetly.

"Aren't you done pooping yet?" Duan Enze was a little angry.

"Okay, okay! Ugh, you hypocritical daddy, hehe!" Yingying stuck out her tongue. "Eek! Where did the toilet paper go?"

[What?] Duan Enze's head exploded again. "You go out first." Now he just hoped his daughter would leave his bathroom as soon as possible. With Yingying beside him, his penis wouldn't go soft, and his burning desire was even more intense.

"No, Mom said that if girls don't clean their pee-pee areas, they'll get sick." Yingying retorted reproachfully. "Fine, I'll just wash it again."

Even the sound of the towel being placed on the washing machine was clearly audible. [She's washing too?] Duan Enze knew that his daughter behind him was already naked, so he dared not turn around.

"Let Daddy go out first!" Duan Enze wanted to find an excuse to leave.

"Dad... you used to wash me before, can you rub my back?" His daughter's voice was right behind him, her youthful body within reach.

"You're all grown up now, you're not a child anymore, you can't wash with Daddy." Duan Enze said sternly.

"You've grown up, so what's the difference? You're not Daddy's daughter anymore." She might not really care, but Duan Enze couldn't help but care. Especially the thought of his daughter's shapely buttocks facing his erect penis made him afraid he might lose control and make a terrible mistake.

Yingying's voice was slightly tearful, and Duan Enze immediately softened. He hoped, he hoped he was wrong. "Then you can't be naughty!"

"Yay! Dad... let me rinse off with the showerhead first." Because Duan Enze was standing right next to the water valve, Yingying had to press her breasts tightly against her father's back to get the showerhead and turn on the water. Still a young girl, Yingying wasn't very comfortable with direct, close skin-to-skin contact. For her, it was probably more of a playful act.

Duan Enze handed the showerhead behind his back without daring to turn around. In fact, he had been suppressing a voyeuristic impulse, and beneath his rapid heartbeat lay a restless, wicked thought.

"Dad... my breasts have gotten bigger again!" Yingying said, splashing water on herself while squeezing her soft, fleshy breasts. She seemed to be intentionally trying to get her father to turn around, perhaps she had been anticipating that moment.

[Huh?] Hearing his daughter talk about development, Duan Enze seemed a little flustered, almost rushing out of the bathroom, but he couldn't move his legs, caught in a conflict between lust and reason.

"Dad... look!" Yingying still seemed to have the innocent mindset of a little girl. Perhaps she hadn't considered how tempting this was for a man, and it was very possible that she was doing it on purpose. But why was she suddenly acting like this? Duan Enze didn't want to understand, nor did he dare to think about it.

"Hmm... hmm... okay!" Duan Enze responded vaguely, but his mind couldn't help but recall the image of his daughter's breasts in the kitchen.

"Dad... why aren't you looking!" Yingying rubbed her elbows and shoulders against her father's thick back, acting coyly. "Are you... afraid to look?" His daughter moved even closer, as if a soft mass of flesh was pressing against him, though it might just be Duan Enze's imagination.

"Daddy, you don't have any lewd thoughts, do you?" Yingying said, actually feeling embarrassed. Her initial bold idea had even startled herself. But the recklessness of her hazy teenage years, and her curiosity about the unknown, took precedence. For the new generation of young people, their still-developing ethical awareness was probably just a theoretical concept, a vague and ethereal notion. Their exploration and experimentation with taboos became experiments to satisfy their vanity.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Duan Enze seemed eager to prove his innocence. "I'm your father, how could I have thoughts about my own daughter?" He found his own thoughts laughable. Yes, she was his precious daughter, the apple of his eye. How could he mistake his daughter's curiosity about sex for seduction?

"Then look, haven't my breasts gotten bigger?" Yingying shyly puffed out her chest.

Duan Enze turned away helplessly. Perhaps it was a test arranged by fate to see if he was truly a qualified father.

"Hmm! Yingying has grown into a big girl." It was time to adjust his mindset. He must have misunderstood his daughter, unable to suppress his ugly inner demons, letting his mind wander. Yingying's

wet, plump breasts were as smooth and tempting as frozen pudding, perky and round, irresistible to touch, and hard not to arouse wicked thoughts. Duan Enze unconsciously compared them to his wife Chunping's breasts. Chunping's breasts were noticeably sagging after childbirth, and the dark red nipples had become dry and withered from breastfeeding.

"Hehe, really?" Yingying became happy and proud. Her father's approval was undoubtedly the best praise, filling her with confidence. Women value their figure more than anything else.

"Compared to Mom's?" Yingying seemed to realize she had said something wrong, but after so many years, it shouldn't be so strong anymore. "Am I..." Yingying looked at her father pitifully, worried that he would be angry.

"If your mom were here, she'd spank you for being so naughty," Duan said, feigning seriousness, but his daughter's innocent expression made it impossible for him to stay angry.

"Will Daddy spank my bottom?" Yingying asked innocently, adding that her question only fueled Duan Enze's suppressed lust. "Will Daddy take off Yingying's pants to spank her?" his daughter asked mischievously, deliberately trying to make her father suffer.

"Nonsense again, how could Daddy bear to spank you?" Duan Enze was both amused and exasperated; he couldn't do anything about his daughter.

"Really, Daddy is so good." Yingying seemed to forget they were both naked, giving him a bear hug and pressing her breasts against her father's arms.

Duan Enze's penis throbbed; his defenses were so weak at this moment that he couldn't resist the teasing.

"Alright, alright, are you going to wash up or not? Go out when you're done." Duan Enze turned away several times, needing time to cool down his surging lust.

"Daddy hates me? Is he angry with his daughter? Doesn't he like his daughter anymore?" Yingying almost cried, making Duan Enze wonder if he had said something too harsh.

"How could Daddy hate Yingying? I like her more than I can handle." Duan reached out to grab his daughter's shoulder as usual, but then realized something and pulled back.

"Really?" Yingying immediately smiled through her tears and continued. "Daddy hasn't said who's bigger, me or Mommy."

She kept circling back to that awkward topic. "Well... about the same."

"Bigger is bigger, what do you mean 'about the same'? Daddy's starting to brush me off." Yingying pouted, looking unhappy, but then seemed to remember something. Was she really not afraid of breaking a taboo and awakening her father's painful memories? "Then Daddy..." Yingying thought for a moment, perhaps still hesitant. "Put it... on Mommy's chest, one hand can't hold it all, right?" The daughter blushed, biting her lower lip, showing her embarrassment.

"Ah... um." Duan Enze was momentarily at a loss for words to answer this awkward question, stammering and covering his face.

"Then..." Yingying blushed even more. "Dad, give me your hand."

Duan Enze was still lost in distant memories, his response to his daughter's request was merely subconscious.

Yingying pulled Duan Enze's hand, suddenly clutching it to her chest. Only when a soft, smooth mound of flesh landed in his palm did Duan Enze snap out of his reverie, but it was too late to pull his hand away.

"And mine, is it bigger than Mom's?" Eleven or twelve-year-old girls are at the beginning of their physical development, and their memories of their mother's figure are not very clear, but she is the only object they can compare.

Duan Enze felt like he was going crazy. As a father, he was actually holding his daughter's breast, even though it wasn't out of his own free will.

Yingying's serious smile could not tolerate the filth of his lustful thoughts. Duan Enze wished he could face his daughter with the same composure he had seven or eight years ago, but the youthful body of a teenager was incomparable to that of a nine or ten-year-old child.

"Yingying, a girl's breasts shouldn't be touched by just anyone," Duan Enze said seriously. This wasn't a topic to be discussed lightly. "Of course, you're already on par with your mother." He couldn't let the stalemate continue; Duan Enze was determined to regain control. This wasn't the time for a normal discussion about physiology.

"Mmm... Daddy's hands are so warm, so comfortable," Yingying's rosy face revealed her allure, her soft breath eliciting tenderness.

Her daughter's passionate and seductive demeanor filled Duan Enze with both love and fear. Every father longs to enjoy the warmth of his children's presence, but the bond between father and daughter should be limited to familial affection; the forbidden zone of incest must not be crossed. However, Yingying's repeated challenges to the limits of morality were something he absolutely could not accept.

"Yingying, if you keep doing this, Daddy's really going to get angry, isn't he?" Duan Enze shook his head. He really hoped that the amorous desire in Yingying's eyes was just an illusion, that her current actions were just an unintentional joke. He seemed to have a premonition that Yingying might really be doing it on purpose. From pretending to sleep naked, to being exposed in the kitchen, to now bathing together with her father. He was extremely unwilling to believe it was real.

His father's solemn expression frightened her; it was always like this when his father was about to lose his temper.

"Dad, don't hate me!" There was only a fine line between being moved and feeling lost; her watery eyes seemed like they would burst into tears at any moment. "I just want Daddy to touch me, is that not allowed?" Yingying held her father's hands tightly to her chest, as if that warmth would be taken away at any moment. "Can't even this small request be granted? Does Daddy not like Yingying anymore?" Yingying's voice trembled, almost crying.

Under his daughter's tearful onslaught, Duan Enze surrendered. He thought he could maintain a firm attitude and make his daughter back down. Perhaps it was because he had sworn at his wife's grave never to hurt his daughter again, or perhaps he had spoiled her excessively; he could no longer distinguish whether this was right or wrong. He was afraid to see his daughter cry; those clear, slightly salty tears were a natural softener, softening his strong character and principles.

"Daddy, I don't hate Yingying. Daddy is afraid my darling will get hurt." Duan Enze's face was filled with melancholy. He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't bear to see his daughter suffer even the slightest grievance. As long as he could hold onto his last line, he would let his daughter go crazy with him this once!

"Dad... I won't get hurt, isn't Daddy here with me?" Yingying's dejection vanished instantly, a tear hanging from the corner of her eye and her comforting smile rippled in Duan Enze's heart.

Yingying's hand tightened its grip, as if hinting that her father wanted to knead it; her distressed face was etched with a yearning for carnal pleasure.

Chunping also loved his gentle caresses of her breasts, saying it was the happiest and sweetest moment of her life. Even in her final moments, she held Duan Enze's hand to her chest before passing away peacefully.

No wonder she was Chunping's daughter; the two shared so many similarities. From their facial features to their expressions, they were practically identical.

Duan Enze passively massaged Yingying's tender breasts, as if he had returned to the time when Chunping was alive. The ambiguous intimacy between them seemed like yesterday, and long-dormant desires stirred anew.

"Uh..." His rough hands covered her soft, supple breasts, the ever-changing shape of the mounds transforming into a small boat on a lake, desirable yet unattainable. "Dad... touch..." Yingying pulled her father's hand downwards. "Touch... down there..."

Duan Enze didn't explicitly refuse, but his grip loosened slightly with his daughter's movements. As a man, Duan Enze harbored anticipation for that mysterious valley, but as a father, he felt some resistance. The mere thought of not penetrating was too low; once he touched a woman's clitoris, it was difficult to extricate himself. Could he withstand such a test? Could he uphold his principles as a father and continue his passionate, indulgent game with his daughter?

If he hadn't been without a woman for six years, if Yingying hadn't interfered, and he had successfully ejaculated, perhaps he could have controlled himself better.

His palm brushed against an erect nipple—his daughter's sensual reaction. Sliding from the towering peaks to the plains, Duan Enze's heart pounded. Should he continue or stop? Duan Enze hesitated.

A single thought, an easy breakthrough, could completely change his daughter's life. Could he resist his greedy desires and allow his daughter to experience the greatest pleasure without losing her virginity?

Duan Enze's indecisiveness had already caused him to miss the best opportunity to decide. The fall from the plains into the valley was but a fleeting moment.

For the first time in years, he touched a woman's soft pubic hair, and a wave of horror surged through his heart. The mons pubis was almost a woman's last psychological barrier; successfully occupying it meant having the right to enjoy pleasure with her. His daughter's guidance seemed like a blatant suggestion that he could take her virginity whenever he wanted.

His daughter's blushing face seemed ready to surrender herself completely. But for Duan Enze, it was an extremely dangerous omen, potentially pushing him into an abyss of no return, subjecting him to the accusations and curses of others, as well as his own guilt and regret.

Enze wanted to stop her, but it was too late. Subconscious fantasies about a woman's private parts, combined with the downward pull of Yingying's hand, led him into the swamp of lust.

The wet, alluring flesh, mixed with a sweet, sticky touch, clung to his fingers, the concave crevices a quagmire that swallowed reason.

"Mmm..." Yingying pressed her father's hand deeper, whimpering a demand for pleasure.

The subtle changes on Yingying's face spread endlessly through Duan Enze's mind. The expressions that were once his wife's most intimate and private were now entirely reflected in his daughter's face.

[This can't go on.] Duan Enze's fragile reason issued its final warning, and then his hand, caught between his daughter's thighs, helplessly slipped away. A sense of loneliness and desolation instinctively controlled his body. Wasn't this what he wanted most? A forty-five-year-old man also had needs, needs that couldn't be extinguished by relentless work, selfless love for his daughter, or solitary masturbation. They were simply hidden deep, suppressed in some self-destructive corner, ready to erupt mercilessly at the slightest provocation, even if the target was his own daughter, and Yingying happened to be that role.

[Why Yingying? Why his own daughter?] Duan Enze had fantasized countless times about a woman seducing him, but he never imagined it would be Yingying.

His hand held her wet, flower-like lips, sucking on his fingertips, his daughter gently twisting her hips, forcing his fingers to stir at the entrance of her honeyed orifice. His damp fingers, bound by ethical constraints, failed to respond appropriately, or perhaps this was the father's greatest indulgence.

"Dad...hug me!" Yingying cried out sadly, perhaps because she hadn't received what she expected. In fact, this was the biggest hint the girl could directly express. What she longed for was the penetration of his penis, to become one with her beloved, not just a painless touch on her sensitive areas.

Duan Enze understood his daughter's reaction; her mature flower was ready to be plucked, her honeypot lubricated enough to fully accept affection.

"Yingying!" Duan Enze called softly, suppressing his reluctance. "Enough, stop! That's gone too far!" Duan Enze patted his daughter's shoulder, pushing her to a relatively safe distance.

Yingying felt as if she had fallen from heaven, plummeting into the air. She knew clearly that getting her father's comfort was unrealistic, hindered by too many worldly conventions. Yet, she couldn't control her desire to go further, to seek the possibility of unrestrained love.

"Dad... hug me, just once, I promise I'll be a good girl. Don't be angry with Yingying! Just once, okay?" His daughter's melancholy expression was what pained her father the most; he hoped she really had given up. Besides, it was only right for a father to hug his daughter. If they weren't both naked and alone in the cramped bathroom, Duan Enze wouldn't have had any reservations.

"Yingying is my hope, my anchor. How could I bear to hurt you?" Duan Enze lovingly embraced his daughter, hoping his strong hug would dispel the unpleasantness between father and daughter and rebuild a more harmonious relationship.

However, the sincere embrace not only solidified the bond between father and daughter, but also rekindled the desire that was just beginning to cool. Her soft, juicy breasts pressed against Duan Enze's broad chest, and he wasn't the only one experiencing this throbbing.

Taking advantage of her father's tight embrace, Yingying wrapped one leg around Duan Enze's waist, straining to rise onto her tiptoes as if trying to bring her cleavage closer to his burning member.

Perhaps due to the height difference, when the 160cm daughter and the 175cm father embraced, even though Yingying's legs were long and she was straining to rise, her hard penis only managed to slide from her lower abdomen to her mons pubis.

Duan Enze noticed Yingying clinging to his neck, his glans rubbing against the lush thicket of flesh. Their genitals were so close that Duan Enze almost felt an urge to lift his daughter's buttocks and thrust into her honeyed depths—it was just a fleeting thought, and Duan Enze was horrified by his own idea. Seeing Yingying in his arms like a ticking time bomb, threatening to shatter him at any moment,

Duan Enze realized that things weren't quite what he'd envisioned. So, he resorted to a less-than-ideal approach, pleading, "Dad...kiss me..."

"Don't do that." Duan Enze suddenly became unusually clear-headed, knowing that any further intimate gesture could easily lead them both to succumb. "You said you'd be obedient! You can't be willful." However, Yingying practically clung to his neck, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Just one kiss, okay!" Yingying clung to Duan Enze, her pink nipples rubbing against his chest. The teasing gesture, coupled with the allure of her pubic hair rubbing against his glans, stirred Duan Enze's lonely heartstrings.

His daughter's repeated unusual actions were nothing short of blatant provocation. Men are always powerless against a woman's allure, including a father's, which is why Duan Enze felt a chill run down his spine. Every potentially unpredictable intimate gesture filled him with anxiety and hesitation. It was precisely this indecisiveness that allowed his daughter's reckless behavior to succeed, leading her step by step into a trap of tender affection.

Duan Enze wasn't without reason to believe his daughter was tempting him to commit a crime; he was simply deceiving himself and unwilling to admit it. If he had decisively judged Yingying's mistake, he should have firmly stopped her. But selfishly, he thought that a harsh reprimand might trigger a rebellious streak in his daughter, hurting his feelings and potentially pushing her into someone else's arms—the outcome would be predictable. Perhaps this was all just a convenient excuse Duan Enze had found for his own sins.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit," Yingying pleaded desperately, finally receiving a hug in return. Perhaps Duan Enze genuinely wanted to satisfy her request quickly, hoping to silence her eloquent tongue and escape this dangerous entanglement.

Duan Enze's lips lightly touched Yingying's cheek, but unexpectedly, his daughter wasn't satisfied and made an even more outrageous demand.

"Dad! You're so annoying! You're just being perfunctory with Yingying. That doesn't count. Let's start over!" Yingying persisted stubbornly. "This time, I want you to kiss my lips as punishment. Otherwise, I'll keep clinging to you like this. No cheating!" Yingying even pouted, feigning a spoiled attitude.

Duan Enze was both annoyed and amused. Who was really being unreasonable? Kissing lips was not something a father and daughter should do. He had already violated a taboo by touching Yingying's private parts. How could he continue to indulge her without restraint?

"Yingying!" Duan Enze's sharp shout startled his daughter in his arms.

Yingying hadn't expected her father to suddenly become angry. Since they had already had contact that went beyond a kiss, why was her father so sensitive to a light touch on the lips?

"Waaah... Daddy's angry with me!" Whether from shock or deliberate pretense, tears welled up in Yingying's eyes instantly. "I'm going to tell Mom! Dad bullied me!"

Every time Yingying was 'wronged' by her father, she would use her deceased mother as a shield, because she knew her father felt guilty towards her mother.

"Okay, okay, I'll give in to you. Just one kiss, no more nonsense." His daughter's tears made him give in again, and he felt guilty for not taking care of Chunping's sensitive spot.

Those slightly parted, moist cherry lips and those deep, tearful eyes were incredibly alluring; just looking at them would make one's heart race. If it were Chunping in his arms instead of Yingying, Duan Enze would definitely feel genuine happiness. However, the object of his affection was his own daughter, and the guilt of his moral conscience tormented him, especially since the father and daughter were embracing in the bathroom, barely clothed, doing something that couldn't be seen in public.

"Mmm..." Yingying happily agreed, as if she was quite looking forward to it.

His daughter's breath brushed against his face, and the closer they got, the more the intense heat and burning sensation made him feel disoriented and excruciatingly painful.

He felt guilty towards his departed wife and his daughter's innocence; the sordid sin he had committed could never be washed away. Her

soft, smooth, hot lips brought not sweetness and warmth, but a deep sorrow. Before Duan Enze could even withdraw his guilty kiss, he felt a wet, hot tongue trying to invade an even more forbidden space.

"Yingying!" Duan Enze exclaimed in surprise, pulling away from his daughter's wet lips.

"Dad, don't be angry with me, I didn't mean to," Yingying pleaded, repentant. "I couldn't help myself."

"Alright, alright. Dad won't blame you." Duan Enze only wanted to leave quickly and didn't want to continue entangled with his daughter. "You've kissed her enough, it's time to get down." Yingying was practically clinging to him. He couldn't bear to force Yingying's arm, which was hooked around his neck, and he was even more afraid to touch his daughter's sexy thighs. He really didn't know how to start, how to get his daughter's body off him.

"Hmm... okay!" Yingying was clearly reluctant to give up this rare opportunity for intimacy. "But Daddy has to answer one question truthfully."

Duan Enze nodded. It was common for his daughter to make additional requests when she agreed to his demands. What he was most eager to do now was to keep his distance from his daughter. He would agree to ten questions, let alone one, as long as they weren't too inappropriate. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to remind Yingying that it could only be one.

"When Daddy kisses Mommy, does he stick his tongue in?" Yingying looked at her father with curiosity and ambiguity, as if she was planning a more dangerous game.

"Yes." Finally, he had a legitimate reason to urge his daughter to get down. "I've answered, you should get down now, sweetie! Baby." Duan Enze was determined to answer any question quickly, no matter how private, because he only had one chance.

"Is my daughter really that annoying to Daddy? She won't even hold me for a little while longer." Yingying looked at her father with a wronged and sad expression. He hadn't

planned it all; his daughter's stubbornness was truly unmatched. Duan Enze was on the verge of tears.

"It's because you're clinging to Daddy like this that Daddy gets tired." This was probably the most reasonable explanation, not offending his darling, but not too far-fetched either.

"Really?" Yingying's worry turned to joy. She took her hands off Duan Enze's neck, then went behind her father and gave him an even tighter hug. "Are you still tired?"

"Tired!" Who said being stubborn was a woman's prerogative? Today, Duan Enze was prepared to show his true colors.

"Hmm, annoying." Yingying pouted, a little unhappy. "Then answer me one more question, and I'll say let go." Yingying grinned mischievously.

"Okay, just one last one." Duan Enze tried his old trick again. "

Then why doesn't Daddy stick out his tongue when he kisses Yingying?" Was it a woman's jealousy? Or was he using his mother as an excuse to argue?

A typical little girl, speaking without restraint. But the fact that it came from seventeen carries a deeper meaning.

This is a difficult question to answer because a person's first reaction is the most genuine. Duan Enze can't very well say that he was afraid of losing control and wanting to possess his daughter's body after French kissing her, can he?

"Because my relationship with your mother is love, and my relationship with Yingying is fatherly love." Of course, reasoning is the most effective method, but it lacks conviction and is precisely what his daughter has seized upon.

"Can't family love involve physical intimacy? Then why can you kiss my face and touch my lips, but not stick out your tongue?" Yingying retorted, of course, she wouldn't keep her promise to get off her father.

"That's the second question!" Duan Enze retorted defiantly.

"No, this isn't over yet, you haven't explained the reason clearly." Yingying said, nuzzling closer to her father, intentionally rubbing her naked body against him, as if to confuse him.

Could this question be explained so clearly? Duan Enze sighed inwardly, after all, it involved a sensitive and unspeakable matter.

"You are my daughter, that's the reason." It seemed there was no other way but a forceful strategy. Delaying and appeasement would only make him sink deeper.

"Is it really because I'm Daddy's daughter?" Yingying asked dismissively. "Isn't it because Daddy's afraid that after kissing me, he'll lose control and want to enter my body?" Perhaps because she was thinking about the implications of 'entering my body,' Yingying's face flushed even more. Yingying's words didn't seem like she was ignorant about sex.

Her daughter's words hit the nail on the head, piercing through Duan Enze's long-held concerns, though he never expected them to come from Yingying's mouth. Duan Enze couldn't admit it, nor could he deny it; his erect penis sandwiched between his father and daughter was the best proof.

However, people often lose their rational judgment in such extremely awkward situations, and inadvertently put themselves in a passive position. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your dad, how could I have such thoughts?" The insincere lie, due to guilt and panic, seemed even less convincing.

"Okay, then Daddy has to kiss me like he kisses Mommy. And he has to stick his tongue out." Yingying seemed to be sulking, or perhaps arguing with her deceased mother. "If you don't dare, then it means Daddy has inappropriate thoughts about his daughter. Hehe!" Who has thoughts about whom? A trumped-up charge will always find a reason. Yingying's provocation forced Duan Enze to confront his desires.

[Kissing his daughter like he kisses his wife?] Duan Enze smiled bitterly to himself. Such an absurd thing had actually happened to him; now it was difficult to avoid this hurdle. And he couldn't afford to make excuses; wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting he had incestuous thoughts about his daughter?

This was the second time he had stared intently at those sexy red lips, their alluring scent emanating from them. A fleeting thought of compromise crossed Duan Enze's mind; perhaps it was a dream bestowed upon him by his daughter. In a daze, he already had the illusion of replacing his wife with his daughter. The question of

whether to kiss her or not to tormented Duan Enze, but it seemed there was no way out. Either he would leave a lewd and disgusting image in his daughter's heart, or he would fall into her trap and bear the guilt and blame for the rest of his life. Under normal circumstances, no one would have the courage to choose momentary pleasure over a lifetime of torment. Yet, human reason is most vulnerable at such times; greedy lust makes one forget the severity of the consequences. At this moment, Duan Enze didn't fully realize his daughter had set such a trap. He preferred to believe that Yingying was merely curious about sex and wanted to minimize the harm to his daughter. But

when he touched those alluring lips again, and his tongue darted out, his fragile rationality crumbled and blurred in an instant. The touch of tongues was like an explosion of desire and conviction.

Yingying's spicy and domineering kisses, constantly sucking and biting Duan Enze's lips and tongue, created a thin atmosphere between father and daughter, causing them to briefly lack oxygen and lose their ability to think.

Pursued and entangled by her wet kisses, Duan Enze felt as if he had returned to the beautiful times of many years ago, and the huge penis pressing against his daughter's lower abdomen felt an even stronger urge. Yingying clearly felt the pulsation at the base of his penis. In response, she thrust upwards with all her might, hoping the thick, throbbing member would slide between her legs. Unfortunately, without her father's intervention, lowering his waist and lifting her up, it would be impossible for the penis to penetrate her.

Yingying squirmed anxiously in Duan Enze's arms, her left foot tiptoeing to the limit. Her empty, thirsty body desperately needed the caress of his penis, even just the external rubbing would be enough. One of her hands slowly moved towards their genitals, perhaps deliberately avoiding his body to prevent him from noticing.

Duan Enze was still caught in the throes of passion, the faces of his wife and daughter flashing through his mind. The long-awaited passionate kiss awakened his long-suppressed lust, his lonely body and soul yearning to break free from the shackles of morality and ethics, to unleash his wild instincts.

[Ah!] A brief gap appeared between his daughter's and his own abdomens, which were pressed tightly together. Duan Enze thought Yingying would release him, but her tongue showed no sign of retreating; instead, it became even more entangled. Yingying pushed a stream of saliva towards him, forcing Duan Enze to react hastily. Then, his penis tightened, only to be gently grasped by a slender hand.

"No!" Duan Enze reflexively pulled back, causing his penis to arc through the air and bounce right into a wet, moist hollow.

If touching his daughter's forbidden valley with his fingers could still maintain a degree of composure and clarity, then when his penis was surrounded by warm, sticky fluid, his aggrieved body would be uncontrollably aroused. Duan Enze didn't know how long he could hold on; intense lust burned through his resolve. The hand around Yingying's lower back only needed to move down ten centimeters to lift her buttocks and easily insert his penis into her wet vagina.

Before any crime can be committed, there is always a motive. The motive to violate the daughter had already been planted in her mind, making incestuous behavior between father and daughter a possibility that could occur at any time.

What's hateful is that the daughter was even swaying her pink buttocks, letting the penis, currently lodged in her wet, flower-like opening, rub against her sweet lips, as if worried that Duan Enze's will was too stubborn. The

already upturned penis was only three or five centimeters from the entrance, making the daughter's back-and-forth movements increasingly dangerous. Perhaps due to Yingying's lack of experience, she couldn't quickly slide the glans into her itchy, unbearable honeypot, instead letting it wander repeatedly in her flower-like opening. She tried to arch her buttocks and move backward, but the angle of the penis wasn't enough to immediately penetrate the closed passage; it either bounced in front of the entrance or lightly grazed the indentation, sliding towards the anus.

The penis passed the entrance several times without penetrating, making Yingying slightly anxious. Just as she was about to reach out to help again, Duan Enze decisively pushed his daughter away the moment she bent over.

A strong sense of guilt made him quickly break free from the control of his inner demons at the moment of passion. "Yingying! That's enough!" The dangerous game that should have stopped long ago was about to develop into incest, with unimaginable consequences. Seeing his daughter's disappointed look, even though he was heartbroken, he had to act decisively, otherwise his daughter's overflowing desire would only make him sink deeper.

"Dad, I...I..." Yingying was sternly stopped by her father and seemed to realize her mistake. She was about to explain when Duan Enze stopped her.

"Dad, it's not your fault. It's all Dad's fault for not being strong enough. It's Dad's fault. I hurt Yingying. Dad is sorry." Duan Enze did not give Yingying a chance to argue. It was indeed his lack of willpower that led him to make mistake after mistake. "Dad will go out first."

"Dad..." Yingying felt embarrassed because her naughtiness had angered her father. But she seemed unwilling to give up. "Dad hasn't helped me wash my back yet." Yingying said shyly. "Yingying promises not to make a fuss anymore, Daddy, please don't go, okay?"

The daughter's sweet voice and wet body were irresistible to any man. Heaven knows if he could resist the temptation of his daughter's body again.

Duan Enze's indecisiveness made him hesitate, and his daughter's naked body also attracted his attention. He had finally managed to pull his feet out of the mud with great effort, but because of his hesitation, he might fall back in.

Duan Enze's fragile mind, riddled with holes, couldn't withstand any further provocation. The mere thought of facing his daughter's round, pert buttocks filled him with an irresistible urge. Seeing his daughter's shy, expectant eyes, a mixture of disappointment and hope, it was hard to believe she was acting on impulse due to unfulfilled desires. But if she truly regretted her actions, wouldn't a firm refusal be too cruel?

Every decision in the bathroom could be a mistake. Duan Enze knew this would likely end the same way as the previous two times, yet he couldn't tear himself away.

Yingying excitedly handed her father a bath sponge, then leaned against the wall, her buttocks slightly raised, swaying playfully in front of him.

Her smooth, silky back was more alluring than her naked body facing him directly, subtly outlining a woman's mysterious and sensual lines. He embraced her alluring, soft body from behind, grasped her full breasts, and then thrust his penis into her hidden depths—a natural and intimate act. He and Chunping had also made love in the bathroom in this position, and now his daughter was waiting for his embrace and entry in the same way. A sense of melancholy and unease, a mixture of past and present, surged within Duan Enze.

He hesitated, holding the cotton pad, his throbbing penis pulsating with the urge to enter. Yingying's rounded buttocks seemed like a premonition, the door to desire opening before him.

"Dad, wipe more thoroughly, don't worry about hurting me," Yingying said, her slender waist slightly twisting, her buttocks seemingly beckoning him. "It's been so long since I've been wiped, it's filthy. I hope Dad can wipe me more often in the future." Yingying turned her head and gave her father a mournful look.

[More often…] Duan Enze imagined the erotic scene of wiping his naked daughter's back in the future, and he worried that he wouldn't always be able to control himself. Even now, his emotions were surging, and he couldn't control himself.

Yingying was in a 45-degree angled position, her hands flat against the wall, taking up more than half the space in the shower corner. Duan Enze stood hesitantly behind Yingying, his erect penis swaying precariously, threatening to brush against her buttocks at any moment.

He lowered his head, his penis only seven or eight centimeters from Yingying's alluring cleft, just like his filthy thoughts, a mere thought away from debauchery. He had struggled countless times on the edge of lust, the desire to penetrate constantly battering his reason.

"Dad... what are you doing?" Yingying had been standing there for a while without her father reaching out to wipe her back. When she turned around, she saw Duan Enze staring blankly. "Dad... what's wrong?" Yingying playfully stepped back, her buttocks brushing against Duan Enze's glans. "Hehe... so Daddy wants to go inside Yingying's body?" Yingying swayed her hips, teasing her father's lust. Although Yingying had made a promise, her father's honest appearance made her unable to resist teasing him mischievously.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep this up, Daddy will really get angry." Duan Enze's face turned red from Yingying's teasing words. "I wouldn't even think about that kind of thing," Duan Enze argued, believing that this was his only intention as a father.

Yingying knew that Duan Enze wouldn't really get angry, because he always got angry silently and without warning; his explanation beforehand was just a well-intentioned reminder. "Then why is Daddy staring at my butt?" Yingying had a sudden inspiration; wasn't this a perfect opportunity? "I'm not talking nonsense. Daddy is just being hypocritical, daring to think... but not daring to admit it. Humph... I despise you." Yingying looked disdainful, her expression completely distrustful. "If Daddy really wouldn't even think about it, wouldn't he have dared to put it under his daughter like he did just now? Right?" His daughter's words made Duan Enze recall the thrilling scene from just now, his penis almost slipping into his daughter's wet and tender vulva. He wouldn't dare to take that risk again, but he was already caught in Yingying's trap, unable to move forward or backward.

Duan Enze clung to her like a big boy. "I don't want to, and I can't do that. How can Daddy and you do such a thing? Don't girls have any shame? A girl's..." Duan Enze thought of a woman's private parts, but was too embarrassed to say the word. "What kind of talk is it to put it together with a man's?" He couldn't find a better reason to defend himself.

"Hmph... What were you doing just now? Now you say no, how annoying!" Yingying pouted. "Didn't Daddy promise to wipe Yingying's back? Ugh! How long am I supposed to wait standing there?" Duan Enze seemed like a frightened bird, and Yingying couldn't insist any longer.

Women change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book, and Duan Enze was used to it. Fortunately, Yingying didn't pursue the matter anymore, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to deal with his cute yet 'hateful' daughter.

But now another problem arose. In the cramped bathroom, wiping his daughter's back, it was hard for his erect penis not to touch her buttocks. In such an awkward atmosphere, Duan Enze didn't dare to get too close, but that way he couldn't touch the upper part of Yingying's back muscles. Duan Enze hesitated for a long time before finally starting with her lower back.

"Daddy's so gentle, how can you clean it properly!" Yingying complained incessantly. "Dad! You never used to wipe like this, you always wiped from top to bottom." His daughter seemed to have changed, relentlessly picking a fight. "You want Yingying's bottom so much! You keep touching it there!" Only after Yingying reminded him did Duan Enze realize that his hand was almost right above her fleshy buttocks.

"Oh!" Duan Enze gave an awkward "oh," quickly moving his hand away from his daughter's plump buttocks. Feeling guilty, he couldn't blame Yingying for her indiscretion.

He could only hold the brocade cake and, trying not to touch his daughter's body, reach towards the back of Yingying's neck, while his other hand supported his swollen penis against his lower abdomen. However, this meant that the force he used to wipe his daughter's back was much less, almost like a light pat to dry a water stain.

Of course, Yingying was unhappy about this. "Dad! What do you mean? What are you doing? Why aren't you holding my back and rubbing me hard?" Yingying turned her head and stared at him with a strange look, like an adult scolding a child. "You keep talking so righteously, but if you didn't have feelings for Yingying, why didn't you dare come near me? You lecherous dad, you stinky dad! I hate you!"

Every word Yingying said seemed to condemn his behavior, and he felt truly ashamed of betraying his daughter's trust. More and more obscene images were influencing him, whether it was his daughter's deliberate seduction or just being unreasonable, he had an inescapable responsibility. "Dad..." Yingying waited for about ten or twenty seconds, but Duan Enze's hand didn't come over. Turning around, she found Duan Enze holding his erect penis in one hand, awkwardly holding a cotton biscuit. "Dad..." Yingying's call turned into a coquettish murmur! "Is it uncomfortable for Daddy like this?" She pointed to Duan Enze's crotch. "Want some?" Yingying, her fingertips tucked in her mouth, bit her lower lip shyly, her unspoken words instantly making her incredibly alluring. Her pert breasts swayed with her coquettish twists, arousing Duan Enze's desire for the tender touch of those fleshy mounds.

He knew Yingying's words were a trap, but anyone would be tempted to let their imagination run wild. Whether his daughter used her mouth or mounted him, he didn't want to face her, yet he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.

"Turn around. Didn't you want me to scrub your back?" Duan Enze retracted his disdainful thoughts and spoke seriously. [Yingying is my precious darling; I can't have any other filthy thoughts.] He reminded himself not to be blinded by momentary desire and make an irreparable mistake.

Yingying stared at her father suspiciously. "Daddy, will you really scrub my back properly? Why don't I scrub your back first?" Yingying seemed to have another wicked idea. "Turn around, let Daddy face the wall and reflect on your behavior!" Taking advantage of Duan Enze's inattention, she snatched the cotton pad from his hand and shoved her father to turn around.

It was indeed time to cool things down. Duan Enze didn't object and obediently faced the wall as his daughter wished.

His daughter's slender hands rested on Duan Enze's waist. Just as he was wondering what was going on, a pair of soft, smooth breasts unexpectedly pressed against his back, instead of the rough cotton pad. "Yingying!" Duan Enze called out his daughter's nickname in a panic.

Yingying's silent response was a hand that slid from her waist down to Duan Enze's crotch. His penis was grasped for the second time, and Duan Enze was startled. Her smooth little hand began to stroke it without any awkwardness.

"Dad... I know you're in pain! Let your daughter help you!" Yingying whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and affection.

"Yingying! No..." Duan Enze had a terrible headache. This was no longer a scene between father and daughter. He grabbed Yingying's hand, trying to pull her away.

"I just want Daddy to feel better, that's all. I want to bathe with you like when we were little, and have you wash my back." Yingying's precocious behavior showed that she wasn't completely ignorant about sex as she had before. "If Daddy doesn't... ejaculate, then it's not like I can't..." Yingying's tone was full of sincerity, making it hard for Duan Enze to refuse. His engorged penis excited his central nervous system, disrupting his normal reason and emotions. Perhaps, as his daughter said, only by completing the ejaculation he hadn't finished before could he be honest with her. It was undeniable that Yingying had shaken Duan Enze's beliefs.

"Just this once! Okay? Don't hate me, Daddy..." Duan Enze couldn't see Yingying's face and couldn't know her expression. But the moment his daughter's burning face pressed against his back, his heart trembled. Chunping had also snuggled up to him like this, her soft whispers often lingering in his mind. At that time, she was most aggrieved, most helpless, and full of worries. Was her daughter the same? Did she have some unspeakable feelings?

"Yingying, is there something on your mind you want to tell Daddy?" Duan Enze removed his hand from his daughter's wrist, a familiar feeling bringing him back to distant memories.

"I..." Yingying hesitated, unsure how to begin. "I don't know, I haven't decided yet... Can we do it later?" Yingying rubbed her face against Duan Enze's back muscles, as if searching for a more comfortable position. His soft flesh rubbed against her, intentionally or unintentionally.

The caress in her daughter's hand was much gentler and more pleasurable than his own rough masturbation. However, perhaps due to Yingying's lack of experience with men and women, the speed of her caress remained unchanged, neither fast nor slow. Although she accumulated a lot of pleasure, she couldn't quite reach the climax.

"Dad... is it comfortable?" Yingying asked with concern, as alluring as if she were talking to a lover. In the silent bathroom, Duan Enze could feel his daughter's rapid heartbeat and short breaths coming from behind him.

"Hmm..." Duan Enze desperately wanted to finish quickly so this absurd and forbidden game could end.

"But... will it take a long time?" Yingying seemed anxious, as if worried that he wasn't doing a good enough job.

"Hmm..." Answering this question was incredibly difficult; he might misunderstand, but he absolutely couldn't bring himself to say that she wasn't fast enough. "It's not that..." Before he could even explain, Yingying completely misunderstood. The mistake lay in Duan Enze's vague and unclear words.

"Is it Yingying who's doing it wrong?" Yingying was taken aback, and also felt ashamed. "Is it like this?" Yingying straightened up slightly, letting her breasts brush lightly against her father's back, and her small hand holding his penis quickened its pace.

The buds in her chest hardened rapidly from the friction with his back muscles, and the light rubbing of the two nipples teased Duan Enze's heartstrings. Even Chunping had never been so unrestrained. Hearing his daughter's soft moans and gasps only fueled Duan Enze's arousal.

"Uh... um... uh... ah..." Yingying's hot breath surged against her father's back, his penis throbbing in her hand. A slight urge to urinate left a clear mark on his glans, but it didn't produce a strong ejaculation.

Whether it was his daughter's passionate reaction or a deliberate moan, it was, at least to Duan Enze, an incredibly lewd and seductive melody. His daughter's wanton moans sent chills down his spine and made his scalp tingle. Such temptation was too deadly, and the impulse to break through human morality surged suddenly.

"Dad... not yet?" Yingying seemed to be struggling from the large arches and rubbing against him, her heavy breathing hitting Duan Enze's back. Her tender, beautiful flesh constantly caressed and squeezed his back from top to bottom. Sometimes her nipples brushed against him, sometimes they slowly pushed against him. It made Duan Enze's heart itch unbearably, his soul trembling.

"Yingying...that's enough! Don't..." Seeing his daughter suffer so much because of him, Duan Enze felt ashamed and annoyed. He wanted to stop her from making things difficult, but he misunderstood her intentions.

"It's all Yingying's fault, Yingying is stupid, she can't make Daddy feel good." Yingying's tearful sobs made Duan Enze feel even more guilty.

"No! It's not Yingying's fault! It's Daddy's fault." Duan Enze turned around to comfort his heartbroken daughter. He withdrew his penis from Yingying's hand. Although he felt a little reluctant, he immediately felt relieved. The momentary physical pleasure brought him an incredibly heavy psychological burden.

"Is that so?" Yingying seemed relieved, her flushed face relaxed a lot, but she still seemed quite worried. "But it!" Yingying looked down at the swollen, reddish-purple glans.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while!" Duan Enze was really afraid that his daughter would misunderstand him again and do something even more outrageous.

"Yingying wants Daddy to ejaculate, I heard..." The curiosity and discussion about sex among seventeen-year-old girls is not as taboo as rumored. Perhaps it's due to the changing times, but today's teenagers have become more open about sex with the popularization of internet culture. "If boys are always...always hard...it's not good for their health!" After all, she's still a girl, and expressing things about men and women, even if intentional, is still embarrassing. She looked at her father with heartache, worried about things that weren't originally her concern. Was it because she lost her mother too early that she subconsciously took on the role of the mistress of the house?

[Want Daddy to ejaculate!] Yingying's words repeated endlessly, the meaning of which was self-evident. Was her daughter's great sacrifice just a momentary playfulness? Or...? The thought of oral sex had surfaced in his mind more than once. He knew his physical desires, but he suppressed them even more. Duan Enze thought that his father making his daughter kiss his penis was a sin against heaven, but the temptation to break free from forbidden love was so exciting. "Don't listen to nonsense. What are you little girls always gossiping about?" Duan Enze became displeased. Although Yingying's words weren't entirely wrong, he absolutely couldn't let things escalate. Yet, whether it was anticipation or worry, Duan Enze's heart was pounding wildly.

"Will Daddy hate Yingying?" his daughter asked thoughtfully.

"How could I? Daddy won't hate Yingying?" Duan Enze couldn't bring himself to hate her. Even if his daughter went too far, as a father, he had a responsibility to guide her correctly, not to blame her without reason. But now he was almost deeply involved himself; how could he justifiably reprimand his daughter?

"Even if Yingying makes a big mistake, he won't?" Seeing his daughter's blushing face, Duan Enze had a rather uneasy premonition. If he said 'I will never hate Yingying,' it would be tacitly approving of Yingying's future actions. Denying it might dispel Yingying's wrong thoughts, but it would also hurt his daughter.

"Daddy will still hate his daughter, won't he?" Yingying muttered sadly to herself.

Just as Duan Enze was caught in a dilemma, Yingying suddenly squatted down, seemingly determined to be willful even if it angered her father.

"Yingying..." Duan Enze called out in fear, but did not stop her. As a man, a man who had been lonely for six years, his physical needs could not be completely buried by reason, which was both painful and helpless for Duan Enze.

Yingying's slender hand once again grasped Duan Enze's hard penis. Her rosy cheeks were charming, and her half-closed, alluring eyes gazed at her father, her slightly parted almond lips inching closer to the purplish-red glans.

The hot breath sprayed against the glans, and Duan Enze could almost imagine feeling the texture of her moist lips touching his penis. "Yingying... don't..." It was a symbolic resistance, or a reasonable excuse for not being willing, rather than him intentionally violating moral taboos.

The long-dormant passion and desire were awakened. Chunping's face overlapped with Yingying's at this moment, and their similar ambiguous expressions assaulted Duan Enze's last defenses. His glans melted instantly upon being enveloped in the warm, moist embrace, generating an intense desire to thrust. The urge to ejaculate into his daughter's mouth shone like a coin in the devil's hand.

Yingying tried her best to cover the shaft with her mouth, but most of it still remained outside. It was clear this was her first time trying oral sex; she only knew how to use her mouth, but didn't understand the subtleties of oral technique. The form was similar, but the essence was different, yet it still captivated her father, who had been abstinent for many years.

Duan Enze desperately wanted Yingying to use her skillful mouth like she had just kissed him passionately, sucking his penis as if it were his tongue. But his selfish indulgence of his daughter had already driven him to the brink of collapse; how could he dare to guide her to give him oral sex?

The throbbing penis felt as sweet as if it were melting in his daughter's mouth, simultaneously clouding Duan Enze's senses, his glans filled with an insatiable, illicit urge. Pushing his daughter away was as painful and difficult as pulling himself out of a drunken dream or escaping quicksand, but Duan Enze still knew he was a father, and he couldn't let the dangerous game continue. "Stop! I've already wronged your mother, I can't wrong you too!" He gently pushed his daughter away, his last vestige of humanity holding him back.

"Daddy, are you feeling unwell? Did Yingying do something wrong?" His daughter looked up at Duan Enze sadly, spitting out her father's penis, but her little hand still clenched it tightly, as if afraid of losing it.

"No...no. It's Daddy's fault, Daddy is sorry." Duan Enze shook his head, the bitterness in his heart almost bringing tears to the eyes of this grown man. He had no right to blame his daughter for her mistakes, hating himself for being a despicable beast who had failed his wife and daughter's love. Duan Enze

could no longer care about his daughter's aggrieved face, and hurriedly fled the bathroom, locking himself in his room, burying his head in the pillow like a child. [Chunping…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I haven’t raised my daughter well, I haven’t fulfilled my responsibilities as a father! I…I’m such a beast!] The lingering taste of his penis melting in Yingying’s mouth lingered, entangling and tormenting him, driving him mad, his head feeling like it was about to explode, yet he couldn’t shake off his daughter’s fragrant body. The tender, smooth flesh of her peach and her flower-like lips repeatedly assaulted his mind.

Duan Enze lay weakly on the disheveled bed, trying to escape, washing away his guilt with countless repentances.

“You’re a fucking pervert! You actually raped your own daughter, do you have any humanity left!” “Don’t talk to this beast!”

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