I became the matchmaker between my father and wife.

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The second time, I didn't set up any pornographic articles about mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law for Xiaoying. Instead, I set up real-life experiences of women having relationships with their fathers-in-
law with positive and uplifting thoughts. My goal was
to gradually influence Xiaoying through these women's perspectives on mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law sex, slowly indoctrinating her with these
ideas. Success or failure hinged on this. The next evening, after work, I came home and opened the door. I found Xiaoying wasn't waiting for me with slippers
at the door as usual . Only my father was in the living room, putting the children to watch TV. 　　I looked towards the bedroom and found the door closed. Usually, when I came home, the bedroom door was wide open for ventilation. Why was it closed today? I stood at the door with my briefcase . My father turned to me. "You're back?" 　　he greeted me. 　　"Where's Xiaoying?" 　　I asked my father. 　　Before my father could answer, perhaps the sound of our conversation woke Xiaoying, who was in the bedroom. Hearing 　　the click of the lock, she rushed out of the bedroom, grabbed slippers, and took my briefcase. "I was so engrossed in the internet that I forgot when you got home , honey," 　　she said shyly. Her face was flushed, a hint of rosy hue in her eyes, and her gaze was slightly evasive. She had forgotten when I was home and even locked herself in the bedroom—these unusual behaviors told me something must have happened to her that day, but I didn't know if it was good or bad. 　　That evening, after Xiaoying was asleep, I turned on the video recorder. 　　Xiaoying turned on the computer as usual, but when she saw the pop-up webpage, her expression suddenly turned strange. Why were all the pop-ups these past few days being about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships? A thought suddenly struck me. Yes, I needed to control the number of these articles popping up. It seemed too much of a coincidence that it was these kinds of articles every day . If things went wrong, Xiaoying might suspect me. 　　Thinking this, I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't thought of it too late. 　　I continued watching Xiaoying in the video. In the video, Xiaoying started clicking through to see the women's experiences with incestuous relationships , watching intently, sometimes widening her mouth in surprise, sometimes frowning, but overall, she seemed to be watching with great interest. 　　While watching, Xiaoying would occasionally glance back at her father in the living room, her curiosity seemingly growing stronger. 　　Perhaps at this moment, Xiaoying was putting herself in the women's shoes, trying to understand . 　　Perhaps the content of my article was too sparse; after Xiaoying finished reading it, she started clicking through the content on the webpage one by one, but unfortunately, she read them all . At this point, Xiaoying looked a little unsatisfied. After searching for a while and finding that she had read all the content on the webpage , she reluctantly closed it. 　　After closing the webpage, Xiaoying leaned back in her computer chair, closed her eyes, and fell into deep thought, seemingly asleep . However, her chest heaved as violently as yesterday, revealing that her mind was far from calm. After a few minutes , Xiaoying raised her head and glanced back at her father in the living room. But unlike before, her gaze held a hint of desire in addition to curiosity— the kind of desire a cat has for a fish. I knew my wife might be a little tempted, but this temptation was far from enough to control her actions. 　　At that moment, Xiaoying turned and slowly closed the bedroom door, then gently locked it from the inside. 　　Then, with trembling hands, I opened the computer's browser. In the video, I clearly saw Xiaoying slowly type "incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" into the search engine window. I noticed that Xiaoying's body and hands were trembling. The search engine had an extremely rich collection of resources, seemingly endless. Seeing Xiaoying actively searching for information about incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I knew my first step in my plan with Xiaoying had succeeded. Xiaoying had become interested in the ambiguous relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, although not initially very strong. I believed that this interest would grow stronger with time and deeper understanding. Xiaoying began browsing the incest information , her left hand constantly covering her full breasts, which heaved slightly. The search engine contained a vast amount of information, accompanied by pictures and descriptions. During this time, I noticed that Xiaoying was particularly interested in pictures of young women with smooth skin having sex with older men with rough, aged skin, spending the longest time on those pictures... Xiaoying was still looking intently, so engrossed that she had forgotten the time . At this moment, she only... She was intently watching the increasingly exciting information on the computer screen. Xiaoying and I shared the same interests; I never expected she would have the same hobby as me. Suppressing my excitement , I knew how correct my plan was. I couldn't wait to see the day Xiaoying and my father consummate their relationship. Even as I walked into the house, Xiaoying was still looking at the incestuous information on the computer , caressing her increasingly aroused body with her hands, her expression filled with ecstasy. She remained engrossed until she heard my father and me talking . Then, she abruptly woke from her dreamlike reverie, frantically closing the web pages , tidying her slightly disheveled nightgown and hair, and unlocking the door before leaving. After watching the video, I turned to look at the sleeping beauty under the moonlight. She was still so beautiful, but this beautiful sleeping beauty had been deeply poisoned by the slow-acting "poison" I had given her. That " 　　poison" was beginning to slowly erode her body and mind. As the poison penetrated deeper, the day Xiaoying " took over 　　. 　　" 　　I turned my gaze back to the computer. I opened the browser's browsing history. Xiaoying wasn't very tech- , only knowing how to browse the internet. She had no idea that the web pages she visited were recorded by the browser . I began looking at the information Xiaoying had browsed just a few hours earlier. 　　It must be said that nowadays, due to her husband's busy work schedule, young wives whose sexual desires are not satisfied at home...

There are countless cases of elderly fathers-in-law having sexual relations, and these are only the ones that are known to the public. How many more incestuous relationships
between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law exist in secret?
Judging from Xiaoying's browsing history, she is very interested in factual articles about real events and ambiguous pictures of older men and younger women having sex
. On the other hand, she only skims through the fake masturbation stories and has no interest in them
. Xiaoying is a rather practical person.
No one truly understands themselves, and you'll never discover all your interests. One
day, you suddenly discover something new and exciting, and you'll find yourself genuinely interested in it—something
you'd never noticed before. This is a kind of hidden psychology. While discovering this
hidden psychology within myself, I also helped Xiaoying discover the same hidden psychology within her. I know I've
successfully breached a corner of Xiaoying's heart and slowly planted a "poison" in her. Now it's just a matter of time
. As long as I carefully watch over Xiaoying and prevent her from getting the "antidote," the day the "poison
" takes effect will
arrive, and everything will fall into place naturally…

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