[Sleep with daughter's boyfriend] [Single article] [Author: dkjhfalkj]

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Preface

A woman's favorite thing to touch is a man's penis, and I loved his too. I licked his entire chest and couldn't bear to leave it. I knelt down and said to him, "You love Auntie, but Auntie loves this penis the most."

I stroked his genitals and licked his penis. He opened his mouth and grinned in pleasure—this is the kind of look a woman wants to see in a man. I played with him with my mouth. I took his penis into my mouth, and he held my head down, using my mouth as his genitals, inserting and withdrawing his penis, saying, "Women are so fun, Auntie, you're a treasure from head to toe."

He forced me to kneel on the ground. Although I was his elder, at this moment I could only be a woman who pleased a man. If he were to ejaculate on my face, I would open my mouth to receive it. He played with my face and mouth until he was done, then gathered my hair and said, "Auntie, you're such a good woman."

I said, "Child, I am a good woman." I touched his scrotum: "You're full of sperm, fuck her mother's cunt."

He pulled my hair and said smugly, "Yeah, I'll shoot inside you."

I said, "Just don't get Auntie pregnant!"

I pressed my breasts against his legs, letting his leg hair rub against my breasts. I took his penis in my mouth, thinking: How wonderful it is to be with a man. He picked me up and kissed me passionately, our tongues intertwining, our bodies rubbing against each other; all I wanted was a man.

I lay down on the ground, lifted my legs with both hands, and spread my cunt wide open. He leaned down and thrust his penis into my cunt, fucking me with unbridled pleasure. I felt his penis thrusting in and out, each time throbbing my heart; how beautiful! A woman should be fucked by the man she likes.

"Aww—aww—aww—aww—" I screamed loudly as he fucked me, my white flesh rolling on the ground. "Aww—aww—fuck me—baby—fuck me—ah—ah—ah—I'm your woman now—aww—aww—ah—fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—fuck me—it's so beautiful—baby—"

He put his arm around my waist, and I knew he wanted to fuck me from behind. I cooperated by climbing onto the windowsill and sticking my ass out. Outside the window in the dead of night, many lights were off, and all the houses were quiet.

He lay on top of me and rubbed my breasts. I said, "It's late, everyone's asleep, but you're still fucking your mother-in-law!"

He said, "Mom, this is too stimulating for me." He spread my buttocks and licked my anus. I grabbed his penis and aimed it at my vagina, saying, "Maybe it's not just us, there are probably middle-aged beauties and strong men in every household."

Looking out the window, my son-in-law was behind me, and I said to him, "Again, fuck me—Auntie isn't done yet..."

My breasts swayed back and forth like bells from his thrusts. I liked the feeling of my breasts swaying; men also like to see women being fucked like that, it gives them a sense of accomplishment. A woman's satisfaction comes from having her body appreciated unconditionally by the man she loves.

My sex with Xiao Xu brought me to a state of ecstasy. In the living room, I lost count of how many orgasms I had, collapsing from exhaustion. Even after we finished fucking, showered, and got into my husband's bed, he still fucked me one more time. I was completely exhausted, played with every inch of him, and the bed was a mess. The unparalleled pleasure of our world together made me fall asleep, still holding Xiao Xu's penis.

The next day was Saturday. When I woke up, I turned over and went to hug Xiao Xu next to me. He leaned against the headboard, and seeing that I was awake, he jumped out of bed naked and said, "Auntie, go wash up first, I've already prepared breakfast."

This was the first time a man had slept in the bed I shared with my husband, and I felt a mix of emotions, indescribable yet joyful. I touched Xiao Xu's penis and said, "Baby, this penis should behave today, right? Auntie was exhausted last night."

He said, "Auntie, I don't want you to be tired, get up."

I nodded in response, "Then Auntie will go brush her teeth, wash her face, and comb her hair. Let's see what you can cook."

As I got up to find clothes, Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, let's have a naked day today."

"A naked day?" The idea was quite attractive. I had done it with my husband when I was young, but now it seemed like a very distant memory.

"But," I thought for a moment and said, "No, it's not hygienic for a woman to have her vagina exposed like a man's. At least wear some underwear."

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, I've prepared it for you." He took out a carefully wrapped paper package, unfolded it, and said to me, "Auntie, wear this. It will cover your genitals. Change it when it gets wet." He plucked a handful of my pubic hair.

I saw that it was all thongs. I laughed and said, "Baby, how am I supposed to wear this? My butt is all exposed."

Xiao Xu patted my butt and replied, "Auntie, big butt, thongs, wear it, let me see." I complied with him, put on the thongs, and stood in front of the mirror. He manipulated me, turning me around. He said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful."

I said, "Actually, it's no different from being completely naked. It doesn't even cover any hair." After

washing up and combing my hair, my bare butt felt very uncomfortable sitting on the chair. Xiao Xu reached out to me, "Come here, Auntie, let me hug you."

I said, "Doesn't it feel great to hug an older woman?"

He held me on his lap like a little woman, and we whispered sweet nothings to each other. He touched my naked body, and I held his penis, a woman's favorite. Women are like water, and men are like straw.

He admired my beauty, and I craved his strong, firm member. I remembered a phrase boys often said: "Fuck your mother!"

I asked Xiao Xu, "If I were your mother, would you dare do this?"

He said, "You are my mother, and I've already done it with you! Right, Mom?"

"Okay, you're bold. Mom will breastfeed you." I put my nipple in his mouth and said, "Call me Mom!"

He held my breast and obediently called me, "Mommy." He suckled on my nipple. The pleasure from my nipple made my breathing longer, and this man became docile.

I straddled his penis with my bare legs, gently stroking his head and murmuring, "Eat, baby. Eat well, eat your fill, you'll grow bigger and stronger. It's incredibly hard, you're such a treasure. What a beautiful treasure. Eat, baby, when you're full and strong, you can fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy's cunt—"

"Ah—ah—ah—ow—" I stroked Xiao Xu's penis against my cunt, inhaling and moaning.

I thought, "This big penis is so beautiful—it should fuck a woman like me. Put it in and fuck me, fuck me. I'm a good woman, it's not my fault I think this way. If my husband can satisfy my sex life, I won't become a cheating woman."

I straddled Xiao Xu's legs, his thick penis inserted to the tip of my cunt, filling my entire female lower body. "Ow—ow—" What I want is to not feel cheated on in my sex life.

My buttocks writhed like a millstone, it felt so wonderful. Woman on top is a position women should choose during sex; the woman on top can use her vagina to envelop the man's penis, finding every point of pleasure that suits her.

That day, I changed several thongs, only to have him rip them off in the end. We made love all day; my empty vagina wanted him to fill it. But our sex wasn't about frenzied intercourse and ejaculation; it was about playing different positions and movements in different corners of the house, even on our daughter's bed. This prolonged the time without harming the body, and more importantly, it allowed both partners to understand each other's bodies better, leading to a deeper connection.

When we were on our daughter's bed, lying naked on our backs with our thongs tossed beside us, I asked Xiao Xu, "Which woman is more fun, Auntie or her?"

He replied, "Auntie, she's wild and unrestrained, you're wild but restrained."

I said, "You've slept with both of us, and this is all you've got? Even if I knew more, you wouldn't know what to say."

On Sunday, Xiao Xu patted my butt. "Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, time to wake up." Xiao Xu stood by the bed looking at me.

Actually, I'd been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my smooth butt. I thought I should let the sun shine on my butt, let it bask in the sunlight.

Just then, the phone rang. It was my daughter calling. She told me they were on their way and would be home that afternoon.

"They're coming back, we should get dressed and tidy up the house," I said, sitting up.

Xiao Xu came over and touched my breasts again. "I really can't bear to part with these breasts, they're so smooth, full, and elastic."

I said, "After you get married, you'll have a reason to come here often, understand?"

Chapter 1: In-flight Danger

"Dear passengers, Flight 1205 from Kunming to Qianhua City is about to take off. Please turn off your electronic devices and do not walk in the aisle."

Yang Ye, wearing a camouflage t-shirt and carrying a bag, walked into the first-class cabin, found his seat, sat down, and closed his eyes.

After feeling the plane take off, although his eyes were closed, he slowly sighed. He had ended his nearly ten-year military career and was now returning home, feeling a mix of reluctance and melancholy. But thinking of his father, whom he hadn't seen for ten years, his heart was filled with a thick sense of anticipation.

After a while, Yang Ye smelled a fragrance, a woman's scent, very pleasant. At this moment, he felt a hand tightly gripping his arm. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman looking at him with a hint of nervousness.

"Brother, please help me, can I sit next to you?" The woman had an oval face, and her eyes, filled with tears, looked frantic.

Shen Mengyao had never encountered such rudeness in first class. She had been resting with her eyes closed when the black man next to her started groping her, waking her up.

She warned him a few times, but the man only became more aggressive. Shen Mengyao was terrified. She saw Yang Ye across the aisle, wearing a camouflage t-shirt, and immediately got up and ran over.

Yang Ye looked up to his right and saw a burly black man staring at them with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, the black man got up and walked over, saying in broken Chinese, "Hey buddy, let's switch seats!"

Yang Ye ignored him.

"If you don't know what's good for you, I'll throw you off the plane," the black man growled angrily.

Yang Ye ignored him, reaching out to pull Shen Mengyao into his arms, letting his actions speak for themselves.

"Fuck!" the black man cursed under his breath, leaning down and throwing a punch at Yang Ye—a fist bigger than a clay pot and as black as dog poop.

"Ah..." Shen Mengyao cried out, the fist about to hit Yang Ye's head.

Yang Ye, still holding Shen Mengyao with his right hand, suddenly raised his left, his relatively small hand catching the punch squarely.

Yang Ye frowned: "Get lost!"

A tremendous force traveled from his arm to his hand, striking the black man's fist, sending him staggering back several steps and crashing into his seat.

Just then, Yang Ye and Shen Mengyao switched seats. Before Shen Mengyao could even say thank you, his left arm tightened around her again, a distinctive masculine scent filling her nostrils, instantly making her blush deeply.

The Black man struggled and prepared to attack again, but Yang Ye suddenly spoke, saying in fluent English, "If you think Chinese people are easy to bully, you're wrong. You might regret this for the rest of your life."

The Black man sneered. He couldn't believe this seemingly weak man could beat him; besides, he was a former soldier. That last punch was just a mistake!

Another punch came flying at him, but Yang Ye snorted and caught it with his right hand. The Black man moved quickly, having the advantage of being standing. He stomped down hard on Yang Ye's abdomen, his long, thick thigh seemingly possessing immense explosive power.

When the surrounding passengers saw the massive kick about to strike Yang Ye's stomach, some couldn't help but cover their eyes. But then, a miracle happened.

The Black man pulled his foot back halfway through the kick, and slowly, bit by bit, squatted down on the ground.

"Fuck, it hurts...it hurts so much!"

In that instant, Yang Ye exerted force with his fingers, digging them into the Black man's fist and forcefully twisting his little finger and ring finger backward.

The five fingers are connected to the heart; two of Yang Ye's fingers had been bent to an extreme degree, and the black man began to beg for mercy.

Yang Ye grabbed his hand, slowly stood up, kicked him to the ground, and shouted, "I'll say it again, this is China, not a place where you can do whatever you want. Get out!"

The black man glanced at Yang Ye in terror and scrambled away from the first-class cabin.

"Good, well done!"

The passengers around were almost all Chinese, and seeing what Yang Ye had done, they couldn't help but feel excited and applauded.

"Miss, what's your name?" After things gradually quieted down, Yang Ye looked at the beautiful woman beside him and asked. He then paid closer attention to her. She

was wearing a white chiffon blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black strappy high heels. Her long legs were encased in black stockings, making her look extremely sexy. Her skin was as white as snow, seemingly delicate and flawless, and her bright, expressive eyes were particularly captivating.

"My name is Shen Mengyao, thank you for your help. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Ye, I'm single!"

Hearing this, Shen Mengyao blushed slightly, unsure of what to say.

"Do you have WeChat? I'll treat you to a meal when we get to Qianhua City," Shen Mengyao said, simply wanting to express her gratitude.

Yang Ye shook his head: "I haven't had time to buy a phone yet. You can tell me your number, I remember it."

Shen Mengyao was a little surprised; these days, not many people go out without a phone. She paused, then took out an elegant business card and handed it to him: "If you have time, you can find me at the address on this card."

"Shen Mengyao, what a beautiful name," Yang Ye couldn't help but praise. The business card only had a name, a number, and an address; there was no other information.

After arriving in Qianhua City, he said goodbye to Shen Mengyao, and the two parted ways. As Yang Ye walked to the plaza outside the airport with his bag, looking at the distant skyscrapers, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

He hailed a taxi and headed straight for Zhenxing Road; he always remembered his home address. After getting off the bus, a towering building over twenty stories high came into view, with a shopping mall at the bottom. Yang Ye remembered that this area used to be home to several machine factories, and he could hear the clanging and banging of machinery every day on his way to and from school.

Passing the shopping mall, three rows of five-story residential buildings came into view. The mottled, yellowed walls seemed to tell a story of the place's history.

He walked directly into the first building, and when he reached the door of apartment 301, he took a deep breath and knocked.

This used to be a company-provided apartment, later allocated to his father, but ten years had passed since then, and he couldn't remember the furnishings inside. He began to imagine meeting his father again, and his heart began to beat faster for the first time.

Just then, footsteps sounded from inside. The door creaked open, and Yang Ye opened his mouth to call out "Dad," but upon seeing the dark-skinned middle-aged man before him, he hesitated. "Aunt, Uncle?" The

middle-aged man was also stunned, only snapping out of his daze after a moment. "You, you're Xiao Ye?"

"Yes, it's me, Xiao Ye! I'm back!" Yang Ye exclaimed happily. The

middle-aged man immediately called inside, "Amei, come out quickly! Our Xiao Ye is back!"

Soon, a woman wearing an apron and an old-fashioned plaid shirt came out. Seeing Yang Ye at the door, she paused for a moment, then forced a smile. "Oh, Yang Ye's back? Really, why didn't you say anything before coming back?"

Yang Ye entered the house. The layout was unchanged: two bedrooms and two living rooms facing north. He glanced around: "Auntie, where's my dad?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man and woman exchanged a look. The woman's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Your dad...your dad went out on business. Xiaoye, sit down for a bit, dinner will be ready soon. Your cousin will be back later too. You haven't seen each other for so many years, you must have a lot to talk about."

Chapter Two: He's Sick

Yang Ye wandered around the house, reminiscing about his childhood before joining the army. Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the dining room; the food was ready.

His uncle, Zhou Changben, opened a bottle of wine and urged Yang Ye to eat, while his aunt, Yang Mei, stood on the balcony, constantly looking down and muttering, "This child, she said she'd bring her boyfriend to dinner, why isn't he here yet?"

"Oh dear, if she's not coming back, she's not coming back. The food's getting cold, Xiaoye's just gotten back, he's probably starving. Let's eat first!" Zhou Changben said, frowning.

Yang Mei was displeased upon hearing this, putting her hands on her hips and angrily saying, "Zhou Changben, what do you mean? This is your own daughter bringing her boyfriend home for dinner for the first time, and you're still not happy about it?"

"Hmph, you're always doing nothing, and you think you can bring home a good boyfriend or something..." she said, opening the bottle of wine and pouring a glass for Yang Ye and herself.

"What do you mean by doing nothing? She works at a bar, right? She's only been out of school for a year, and she's already earning thousands or even tens of thousands a month. And you? You've been a bricklayer your whole life, when have you ever earned more than ten thousand a month?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes and said with dissatisfaction.

Zhou Changben opened his mouth, angry and helpless, but remained silent.

Yang Ye frowned slightly, it seemed that there was quite a bit of internal conflict within his aunt's family.

At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door, and with a creak, the door opened, and a young and fashionable couple walked in. The woman had dyed blonde hair, wore a revealing denim outfit, and had earrings on her ears and nose, looking every bit the rebellious girl. The man beside her also had blond hair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and wore sunglasses. He carried two gift boxes as they walked in.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back. This is my boyfriend, Huang Chao." Zhou Liu tossed her high heels aside and plopped down on a stool.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, this is a small gift for you." Zhou Chao glanced at Yang Ye, took off his sunglasses, and smiled.

Yang Mei's face lit up when she saw the words "Changbai Mountain Ginseng" on the gift box. She took the gift and said with a smile, "Xiao Chao, you're here, why did you bring such an expensive gift?"

Seeing Zhou Liu start playing on her phone as soon as she sat down, Zhou Changben coughed, "Xiao Liu, your cousin is back from the army. Say hello."

Zhou Liu looked up at Yang Ye, stiffly said "Hello, cousin," and then continued playing on her phone. Suddenly remembering something, Zhou Liu ran to Yang Ye's side and asked curiously, "Cousin, how many years have you served in the army?"

"More than nine years!"

"I heard that veterans who return from the army have a lot of money, right? How much did the government give you? At least two or three hundred thousand, right?" Zhou Liu asked with great interest. Yang Mei, who was standing to the side, also stared at Yang Ye with wide eyes.

"Oh, I donated it all to the welfare home before I came back. Now I'm all alone!" Yang Ye said casually.

Hearing this, Zhou Liu snorted, "Donated it all? Are you out of your mind? I was just about to borrow some money from you to start a business. Forget it, anyway, everyone in the Yang family is a simple-minded pauper."

Yang Mei's expression also changed, and her gaze returned to Huang Chao.

They started eating, and Yang Ye felt uneasy. He kept glancing towards the door. Why wasn't his father back yet?

Zhou Changben seemed to be in a bad mood, and he kept clinking glasses with Yang Ye.

At this moment, Yang Ye noticed some reddish-yellow rashes on Huang Chao's arm. He frowned and looked at him closely. After a while, Yang Ye suddenly looked up at Zhou Liu and asked, "How long have you been dating? Have you slept together?"

The people at the table were stunned, not understanding why Yang Ye would ask such a question.

"Why are you asking this? We're both adults, what can't we do?" Zhou Liu picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, saying nonchalantly.

Seeing that Zhou Changben and his wife were somewhat surprised, Huang Chao lit a cigarette and laughed, "Big cousin, what era are we living in? Liu Liu and I have a deep relationship, and besides, we're both adults..."

"He's sick!" Yang Ye suddenly interrupted Huang Chao, pointing at him and looking at Zhou Changben and his wife.

Huang Chao rubbed his blond hair and deliberately showed off his wristwatch, "Big cousin, do you know how much this watch costs? Twenty thousand, a genuine Swiss watch. I know you don't have money right now, but you can't just say whatever you want. What kind of illness could I have?" As he spoke, he placed a Volkswagen car key on the table.

Yang Ye glanced at Zhou Liu: "You have a serious STD, why are you hiding it from Zhou Liu? Are you trying to harm her?"

"Yang Ye, watch your mouth! Who's sick? You're the sick one! Your whole family has STDs!" Zhou Liu slammed her hand on the table, pointing at Yang Ye and shouting angrily.

"Xiao Ye, how do you know he has a problem? This is no small matter!" Zhou Changben frowned and said to Yang Ye. Although he knew this young man wasn't anything special, he didn't want him to actually have that kind of disease, otherwise it would harm his daughter.

"I saw the red and yellow spots on his hands just now, and I checked his tongue and eyes while he was eating. It's definitely true, Uncle. I was a military doctor when I was in the army, there's no mistake!" Yang Ye said softly.

"Bang!" Huang Chao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Yang Ye and yelling, "I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense, or don't blame me for turning my back on you."

"Zhou Liu, haven't you noticed anything unusual about him? Like the problems with his skin, and the problems with yourself." Yang Ye stared at Zhou Liu.

Zhou Liu suddenly remembered that two months ago, Huang Chao had to turn off the lights when they were intimate, whereas before he always left the lights on... Also, a week ago, her genitals became incredibly itchy, red, and had an unpleasant odor.

Seeing Zhou Liu's unusual expression, Zhou Changben jumped up and pointed at Huang Mao, shouting, "Kid, tell me the truth, are you sick or not? If you harm my daughter, I'll never forgive you."

"Hey, what are you yelling about? You'll know if there's a problem by going to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. Everyone sit down, Xiao Chao, you sit down too." Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Yang Mei immediately tried to smooth things over and glared fiercely at Yang Ye.

"Xiao Ye, you're a doctor in the army, maybe you've misjudged her? This is your cousin's first time bringing her boyfriend home, you should watch your words," Yang Mei said coldly to Yang Ye.

The group sat down, but Yang Ye had no appetite. He asked, "Auntie, why isn't Dad back yet?"

"Hmph, your dad? Your dad's in a nursing home, how could he be back here?" Huang Chao sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Yang Ye was taken aback, then immediately frowned: "How do you know my dad's in a nursing home?"

At this moment, Liu Mei immediately gave Zhou Liu a wink, but it was too late. Huang Chao said arrogantly, "Of course I know. I even arranged for your dad to get into the nursing home. He's old, his legs aren't as good as they used to be, it's a waste of resources for him to live here."

Yang Ye turned to look at Zhou Changben and his wife: "Didn't you say my dad went out on business?"

Chapter 3 Father and Son Meet

Yang Ye slowly stood up, his face grim, and said, "This is my home, how can it be a waste of resources for my dad to live here? Aunt, Uncle, you two need to make things clear today."

From everything he had seen since returning today, Yang Ye had actually been feeling uneasy. His aunt was greedy, his cousin Zhou Liu was vain, and his uncle was honest but not as capable as his wife and daughter. Add to that this scoundrel Huang Chao, and his father's life was definitely going to be difficult. Moreover, he had just walked around the room and hadn't seen a single thing that belonged to his father.

Liu Mei immediately went to Huang Chao's side, pressed his shoulder, and then smiled, "Xiao Ye, your father suffered from severe arthritis a few years ago and couldn't contact you. He spent fifty or sixty thousand yuan at the hospital, which Lao Zhou and I borrowed. Later, your father said he was too lonely living here alone, so Xiao Liu had her boyfriend use his connections to send him to a nursing home."

"Which nursing home?" Yang Ye didn't want to hear her words and looked directly at Huang Chao.

"Tian'an Nursing Home in the east of the city. It's not easy to find, so you'll have to be careful," Huang Chao said with a smile.

Yang Ye immediately got up, picked up his bag, and went out.

"Hmph, a lousy soldier with such a bad temper, I really don't know how he served these past few years!" Liu Mei glared fiercely at the door.

"Mom, do you think my cousin will take this house back when he comes back?" Zhou Liu asked worriedly. Indeed, a few years ago, she and her mother, Liu Mei, had their eye on this house. Although it was a bit old, at least it would provide a place to live in this expensive Qianhua City.

Later, Zhou Liu mentioned this idea to Huang Chao, who immediately became interested, and the two hit it off. Liu Mei would visit her older brother from time to time, secretly sprinkling water in the room to increase the humidity. Since it was an old house with poor moisture control, Old Yang was hospitalized in less than a year.

Liu Mei, with her persuasive words and Zhou Liu's sweet talk, managed to convince Old Yang after a few visits, and with Huang Chao's arrangement, he was admitted to a nursing home in a wheelchair.

Huang Chao sneered, "Want it back? Do you have any evidence? I checked. This house is a unit-owned apartment from over ten years ago, rented to your uncle. There's no property certificate or registration certificate, just a long-term lease. After all this time, who knows if that thing even exists anymore? Besides, what can a lowly soldier like him do? My cousin is the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, and I have dozens of brothers on my side.

What can he possibly do?" Hearing this, Liu Mei smiled, and Zhou Liu gave Huang Chao a coquettish look, forgetting her earlier outburst, and rolled her eyes, saying, "You think you're so great?" Her tone was smug. Zhou Changben

slammed his hand on the table and snorted, "I'm going to the construction site tomorrow. I won't be back for a while." He felt increasingly uncomfortable living in this house.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi, telling the driver his destination was Tianan Nursing Home in the east of the city. The driver was stunned, not knowing the name.

He flagged down several taxis before one driver agreed to go, but for an extra fifty yuan, explaining that the place was remote and there were no repeat customers. Yang Ye had no choice but to agree.

The car drove for about an hour, turning from a main road with streetlights onto a makeshift road, then onto a dark gravel road, finally stopping at a stone pillar gate with an energy-saving light.

Yang Ye got out of the car. A rusty padlock hung on the large iron gate. He called out a few times, and a security guard in his fifties came over. The guard shone his flashlight a few times and asked coldly through the iron gate, "Who are you looking for? It's so late, we don't accept family visits here. Go back!"

Yang Ye was furious. This godforsaken place was at least thirty miles from the city, and it was pitch black. Where could he possibly go? Thinking it over, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it over, and smiled, "Brother, do me a favor. I just got back from the army and I'm anxious to see my father."

The security guard, seeing the red coin, scrutinized Yang Ye carefully before opening the door and telling him he had to be out by noon.

Led by a cold-faced caregiver, Yang Ye stopped at a doorway. He pointed to a small, moldy wooden door and asked, "Is my father in here?"

"What do you think? A five-star hotel? This is a government-run nursing home; it's free." The caregiver rolled her eyes at Yang Ye and turned away.

Yang Ye looked around. In front of him was a drainage ditch, emitting a foul stench. Ahead was an orange grove, pitch black. How could an old man be comfortable living in such an environment?

He knocked on the door; it wasn't locked and opened automatically. A damp, musty smell wafted over, and he called out, "Dad..."

*Snap!* The light came on. In the dim light, in a cramped room of less than five square meters, an old man lay on a small wooden bed, looking at the doorway with some confusion.

"Dad, it's me, Xiaoye!" Seeing this, Yang Ye's eyes welled up with tears, and he walked over step by step.

Reaching the window, Yang Zhaohui finally saw the man clearly: "It's Xiaoye, my Xiaoye is back?" The old man said, his hand trembling as he touched Yang Ye's face, afraid it was just a dream.

"Dad, it's me, I'm back, really back." Yang Ye tightly grasped his father's hand, unable to utter another word for a long time.

Yang Zhaohui struggled to get up, but his legs wouldn't move. Yang Ye helped him sit up, leaning against the bed. He lifted the thin blanket and saw his father's legs, thin and bony, devoid of any flesh, and felt a pang of sadness.

"Dad, don't move, let me check your legs." Yang Ye said, taking out a sheepskin bag from his waist. Opening it revealed a row of gleaming silver needles.

"Sigh, the doctor said it's incurable. He'll be in a wheelchair from now on. Xiao Ye, don't bother." Yang Zhaohui sighed, feeling quite helpless.

Yang Ye didn't speak, taking out the silver needles and slowly inserting them into the Xuehai, Chengshan, and Zusanli acupoints. He held one needle in his right hand, gently rotating it on the Xuehai acupoint. A wisp of vital energy surged within his dantian, flowing through the silver needle into Yang Zhaohui's acupoints, entering his body along with his menstrual blood.

Yang Zhaohui felt a slight warmth and tingling in his legs.

After more than ten minutes, Yang Ye removed the needles, wiped away his sweat, and smiled, "Dad, try moving your legs?"

"Hmm?" Yang Zhaohui tried moving his legs and was surprised to find the pain gone. Before, any movement would cause excruciating pain in his joints, preventing him from walking.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore, son. Are you studying medicine in the army?" Yang Zhaohui asked, his face beaming with joy.

"Yes, I'm a military doctor," Yang Ye nodded.

"Good, good, good. That's much more promising than being a teacher like me," Yang Zhaohui said happily. In his mind, being a doctor was a very sought-after profession these days.

The father and son chatted for most of the night. Yang Ye had originally planned to make do with sleeping here for the night, but the space was too small and the dampness was terrible. Yang Zhaohui insisted that he go out and find a hotel to sleep in.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll come to pick you up in a few days. I won't let you suffer anymore," Yang Ye said, then picked up his bag and left.

After leaving the nursing home, he had no car and could only walk in the dark by feel, reaching a makeshift road after about half an hour. Although the streetlights were dim, at least he didn't have to walk in the dark anymore.

After walking three or four hundred meters, he suddenly saw a black SUV parked ahead. After getting closer, he noticed the car was swaying slightly.

"Car sex?" Yang Ye was a little surprised, but quickly dismissed it, not finding it strange.

But after a few steps, Yang Ye frowned and stopped. He vaguely heard faint cries coming from inside the car. What was it? He held his breath, his ears twitching. It was a girl shouting, "Help!"

Chapter Four: Healing and Fighting

Yang Ye quickened his pace to the car and looked inside through the glass. Two young men were pinning a girl down in the back seat, about to do something indecent.

"Hehe, little sister, just give in to us brothers, and we'll make sure you have a good time. Ah, you dare bite me? Fuck your grandpa..."

Tong Feier was practically in despair. She never expected to encounter something she'd only ever seen on the news on her way home from work. Moreover, these two guys were clearly heavily intoxicated, and they'd even lost their phones in the chaos.

Feeling her clothes being torn away, Tong Feier screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Scream, scream as loud as you want, even if you scream until you're hoarse, no one's coming. This is the middle of nowhere, haha..." A man chuckled maliciously, the louder the pretty girl screamed, the more excited he became.

"Hey, there's someone outside." Yang Ye suddenly opened the car door, scaring the two guys inside half to death. Standing by the car door in the middle of the night, they probably thought it was a ghost.

After the two drunkards recognized Yang Ye, they immediately roared, "Where did this little bastard come from? Get the hell out of here! You'll ruin my fun or I'll kill you!"

Yang Ye, too lazy to waste words, grabbed one of them with each hand, dragged them out of the car, and threw them to the ground.

"China is so beautiful, it's just scum like you who ruin the scenery." Yang Ye lit a cigarette, feeling particularly angry; his mood was already bad today.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" One of the men staggered to his feet, pulled a dagger from behind his back, and lunged at Yang Ye.

Yang Ye sneered, his right hand precisely gripping the man's wrist, twisting it to the right. The man fell to the ground in pain, dropping the dagger.

Yang Ye picked up the dagger, and with a swift, fluid motion, the dagger seemed to come alive in his hand, dancing around.

He stepped on one man's face, pointed a dagger at the other, and said, "Leave your money and car keys, and I'll spare your lives. This is the middle of nowhere; even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come."

The two men instantly sobered up. They had been gloating about their good location, but now they were kicking themselves. They had intended to rob and rape, but now they were the ones being robbed.

Tong Feier huddled in the back seat. The man who had saved her hadn't said a word since getting in the car, and she wasn't sure if he was a good person or a bad one.

Yang Ye, smoking, glanced in the rearview mirror. The girl in the back was only wearing black underwear; her snow-white skin was dazzling in the night, and it was clear she had a great figure.

Suddenly, Tong Feier saw Yang Ye, who was driving, reach into the bag on the passenger seat. Her heart skipped a beat, and she sobbed, "Big brother, please let me go! I'm just a worker. I have six thousand in my account; you can have it all. Please let me go! I've never had a boyfriend, and I don't want my future husband to dislike me...please..."

"Put this on," Yang Ye thought, wanting to laugh. This girl was really simple-minded. If he were a robber, would he let a virgin like her go? He pulled a t-shirt from his bag and threw it in the back.

Tong Feier was startled, then breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She hurriedly put on the camouflage t-shirt and, unable to resist her exhaustion, fell into a deep sleep.

After driving into the city, Yang Ye checked the contents of the package—over a thousand yuan in cash. Seeing that the girl in the back was still asleep, he pulled up in front of a hotel. Just as he stopped, Tong Feier woke up.

She rubbed her eyes, still groggy, and asked, "Where is this?"

"Changhu District," Yang Ye replied, staring at the navigation.

Tong Feier glanced at the time on the car screen; it was almost 3 a.m. She exclaimed, "Brother, can you take me home?"

Yang Ye hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I can take you home, but... do you have any spare rooms? A sofa will do." He

had received a large sum of money as a discharge bonus, but on a whim, he donated it all, thinking he wouldn't need much money to get home. Now, however, he only had a little over two thousand yuan on him, so he had to be careful.

Tong Feier thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, but only a sofa."

"Thank you!" Yang Ye smiled.

When the navigation showed they were five kilometers from their destination, Yang Ye stopped the car. He was worried the two guys would find the girl because of the car, so the two of them got out and hailed a taxi.

After getting out at the entrance of the resettlement community, Tong Feier, wearing a loose, cool t-shirt, ran up to the fifth floor, quickly opened the door, and slipped inside. The taxi driver had glanced at him several times, his gaze always seeming strange.

Tong Feier went straight into the room as soon as she entered, changed her clothes, and came out to find Yang Ye lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. A thought struck her, and she called out, "Brother, are you taking a shower?"

Yang Ye opened his eyes and saw that Tong Feier had changed into a light pink dress, her delicate legs exposed, her small, white feet in flip-flops very alluring. He paused, then said, "You go first, I'll shower after you fall asleep."

Tong Feier nervously went into the bathroom. She had never let a man into her room before, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and of course, a little excited.

After a long while, seeing no movement, Yang Ye got up and went into the bathroom. He quickly rinsed off and then collapsed onto the sofa, soon falling into a deep sleep. It had been a tiring day.

Early in the morning, Tong Feier was woken by her alarm clock. Looking at the time, she exclaimed, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" She immediately opened the door and rushed out, then opened the bathroom door directly. Habitually, she pulled down her pants, but halfway down, she saw someone squatting in front of her—a man, Yang Ye!

"Ah…" A scream shattered the morning's tranquility.

Tong Feier felt her face burning hot. She retreated to the bathroom door, clutching her chest and cursing herself: Damn it, how could I forget there's a man in the house? Seriously, how embarrassing!

Yang Ye was also annoyed. That fright had made his "thing" shrink back from the "door." Why didn't he knock?

Opening the door, he saw Tong Feier already dressed and standing outside, her face flushed: "You, what did you see just now?"

Yang Ye was taken aback: "Black, lace."

"You bastard, you pervert, get out of here…" Tong Feier clenched her fists and pushed Yang Ye out.

Yang Ye walked down the street carrying his bag, his mind preoccupied with his father's situation. He remembered his aunt's words from the previous night: his father had gone to the nursing home voluntarily. But regardless, the house belonged to them, and the nursing home's conditions were appalling. He knew perfectly well that his aunt and her group were trying to take over the house. He had to find a way to get it back.

Thinking about his family, Yang Ye headed home. As he passed a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, he saw a large job posting hanging by the door: "Hiring Physician Assistant, Male or Female, Age 25-40, Medical Graduates Preferred, Salary Negotiable."

Yang Ye looked up and saw a plaque hanging at the entrance: Yu Rong Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.

The lobby was spacious, filled with a faint aroma of herbs. Behind the counter was a large double-sided medicine cabinet, and a young man was standing behind the counter, writing something.

"Excuse me, are you hiring?" Yang Ye asked softly.

The young man looked up, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and scrutinized him with a critical gaze. "What university did you graduate from?" he asked.

"The military, a military doctor," Yang Ye replied simply.

Hearing this, the young man frowned and pointed to the right, saying, "The clinic director is in the consultation room inside. There are no patients right now. Go in for an interview."

So, you're just an employee after all, Yang Ye thought with a slight annoyance, turning to walk towards the first consultation room. He knocked on the door, and a clear voice came from inside: "Come in."

As soon as he entered, Yang Ye saw a beautiful woman in a white coat, with long, flowing black hair. Underneath the white coat, she appeared to be wearing a light blue shirt, with the lace trim of her underwear faintly visible. Her skin was snow-white and seemed well-maintained, with a rosy glow.

Yang Ye estimated her bust size to be at least a 36D, thinking she was well-endowed. She also wore gold-rimmed glasses, her expression aloof, exuding a regal air. He shook his head, clearing his mind of these thoughts, and smiled, "Hello, I'm here for the job interview."

Yu Rong nodded, "Sit down. What's your education?"

"Didn't graduate high school, then went to the army and worked as a military doctor for nine years," Yang Ye said with a faint smile.

"Military doctor? What can you do?" Yu Rong frowned.

Yang Ye thought for a moment, then looked up at her, "I can treat illnesses, fight, read faces, and… many things."

Chapter Five: A Small Show of Skill

"Hehe, your special skills are quite impressive," Yu Rong chuckled awkwardly, shifting her posture at the same time.

Yang Ye noticed a pair of beautiful legs under the table, clad in black stockings. He paused, then said, "Yes, very eye-catching."

"Do you have a medical license?"

"No."

"What about a medical assistant license?"

"No." "

What about a nursing license?"

"I have my ID card!"

Yu Rong couldn't continue the conversation. She stood up and said regretfully, "Although I don't know how good your medical skills were in the army, I'm sorry, this is just a small clinic, and we can't employ people without licenses!"

Yang Ye had expected this outcome. In the army, he didn't need any certificates; his name and his face were his credentials. A few years ago, a high-ranking official even invited him to Zhongnanhai, but he politely declined because he was abroad at the time.

He turned and opened the door, seeing the young man from before walking towards the counter.

"Really, someone with nothing dares to come to a clinic looking for work. Luckily, Sister Yu Rong refused!" A hint of smugness flashed across Wang Chao's face.

Just then, a loud bang came from outside, and less than a minute later, two burly men in white shirts and black leather shoes rushed in carrying a woman whose face was covered in blood.

"Doctor! Where's the doctor? Come quick!" one of the younger men shouted.

Wang Chao paused for a moment, then, seeing the woman still bleeding profusely, he immediately pointed behind him: "Quick, get her to the observation room in the back. Sister Rong, quick, someone's injured."

Yang Ye stood at the door, his legs, which were about to step out, stopped, and he turned to walk inside.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Rong immediately came out of the examination room and went straight into the observation room on the left.

The injured woman was a woman in her fifties, wearing a light purple cheongsam, her hair was styled in a bun, and her complexion was very well-maintained; she didn't look like an ordinary person. At this moment, her cheongsam was stained dark red with blood, and blood was constantly flowing from her head.

Yu Rong examined the wound and said gravely, "Severe head injury. I'm sorry, I can't operate here."

"What? Isn't this a clinic? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, your clinic is no longer needed. Do you know who she is?" One of the young men, ignoring the sweat on his brow, pointed at Yu Rong and yelled.

Yu Rong calmly replied, "Killing me won't help. This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic; we don't have surgical equipment. The injured person needs immediate surgery. If you delay any longer, it's truly hopeless."

"Doctor, please...please save me..." At this moment, the woman lying on the bed grabbed Yu Rong, weakly pleading.

One of the young men turned to look outside. The car had been damaged, and it was rush hour; getting to the nearest hospital would take at least half an hour. Could the woman afford to wait?

"No time. A massive cerebral hemorrhage; she'll go into shock in twenty minutes at most," Yang Ye's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Yu Rong was startled. Why hadn't this person left yet?

"Doctor, please help us, save our mistress!" Two young men, as if grasping at a straw, grabbed Yang Ye's arms and pleaded excitedly.

If anything happened to their mistress, their lives would be in jeopardy.

"Hey, you there? Are you crazy? You don't even have a medical license, how can you save someone? Get out, get out right now, don't cause us trouble." Wang Chao immediately walked over, pointing at Yang Ye and yelling.

Yang Ye frowned: "A doctor's heart is compassionate, I can't just stand by and watch someone die. Besides, you don't seem to be the owner here, do you?" As he spoke, Yang Ye turned to look at Yu Rong.

Seeing Yang Ye's gaze, Yu Rong frowned. This was the first time she had met this young man; only heaven knew if he was truly capable. But the injured person couldn't be delayed any longer, and if he wasn't treated properly, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble for his clinic… “Sister Yu Rong, you can't trust someone who doesn't even have a medical license! He's just a quack doctor. If he takes over, he'll get me killed…” “Slap!” A young man couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Wang Chao across the face, pointing at him angrily and saying, “If you dare say another word, I'll throw you out right now.”

“Fifteen minutes left.” Yang Ye glanced at the time on the wall. Yu Rong

gritted her teeth: “You treat him, I'll be right here.”

The two young men were immediately delighted and quickly retreated to the door, pushing Wang Chao out at the same time.

Yang Ye took out his sheepskin bag, opened it, quickly sterilized the silver needles, and turned to the two young men behind him, saying, “You two go out and guard, don't let anyone in.”

The two men nodded and left, closing the door behind them.

Seeing that she couldn't help, Yu Rong retreated to the side, keeping a close eye on Yang Ye, ready to intervene immediately if anything unexpected happened.

Inside the sheepskin bag lay a neat row of silver needles. Yang Ye took a deep breath and gently ran his right hand over the bag; four needles were now missing. This move caught Yu Rong's eye.

He swiftly inserted a needle into the Renying acupoint, channeling a wisp of his vital energy to lift the injured man's head. The second needle went into the Fengfu acupoint. After two needles, Yu Rong was surprised to find that the bleeding from the wound on the injured man's head had significantly slowed.

Yang Ye, still holding the injured man's head, swiftly inserted a third needle into the Houding acupoint. To Yu Rong's astonishment, the nearly five-centimeter-long needle sank directly into the injured man's head. Looking at the wound again, the bleeding had stopped.

"Help me wipe my sweat!" Yang Ye suddenly said.

Yu Rong suddenly woke up and quickly grabbed a towel from the side, walking over to Yang Ye and carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead and face.

At this moment, Yang Ye suddenly turned his head and asked, "Where should the fourth needle go?"

Yu Rong was stunned, feeling a surge of anger. This guy, even at this point, was still testing her. She said coldly, "Blood goes to the heart, the heart enters the brain, the fourth needle goes to the Tian Tu acupoint."

"Not bad!" Yang Ye nodded, his right hand trembling, and the fourth needle was firmly inserted into the Tian Tu acupoint. He flicked the needle tip with his index finger, and the half-exposed silver needle began to vibrate rapidly.

"Flicking the needle? You can actually flick the needle?" Yu Rong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. She had studied traditional Chinese medicine on her own and had considerable knowledge of acupuncture. She had only heard from her elders that a few skilled TCM practitioners could flick the needle, but she never expected to encounter one today, especially such a young man. Yang Ye wiped his sweat and turned to say, "Go outside and help out. Crush ten grams of Imperata cylindrica root, fifteen grams of Artemisia argyi, and twenty grams of Sanguisorba officinalis. Bring it back after you've mixed it; you need to apply it to disinfect and stop the bleeding." "That's all? Will she have any aftereffects?" Yu Rong was a little incredulous.

"No, don't worry." Yang Ye lit a cigarette and took a puff. He had already used his vital energy to clear the meridians and blood vessels in the injured person's brain, so there wouldn't be any aftereffects.

Yu Rong went out excitedly. At this moment, a shout came from outside: "Where is my mother? How is my mother? Why didn't you take her to a big hospital? Are you raising you to eat shit?"

"But Uncle is always home."

"Are you afraid of him? You've slept with someone else's woman, aren't you? Why weren't you afraid when you were doing this to me in the bathroom? Don't worry, Auntie has a way!"

We got up naked and saw that the house was a mess. My thong was lying on the floor, and there were traces of our lovemaking everywhere—on the sofa, by the window, next to the dining table, and beside the bed.

I picked up a thong and held it up to Xiao Xu's face, saying, "You've had enough of these two nights and one day, haven't you?"

Xiao Xu said, "Auntie, no, I'll never have enough of you." He took the thong from my hand and continued, "Auntie, I'm going to keep these things; they have your scent on them."

I said to him, "If you don't take them, I won't dare leave them at home; they're incriminating evidence. I'm going to keep that wine bottle; what does it look like to you?"

Xiao Xu said, "Of course I know, it looks like a penis; that's why I bought it."

I said, "That's why I'm keeping it; it's yours, so I can use it when you can't come." I put the wine bottle on the ground, righted it, and slowly squatted down: "Look, it can be used for fucking too." The bottle neck was inserted into my vagina, and I wiggled my hips, asking, "Isn't it fun? This is the most lewd thing I've ever done in my life."

Xiao Xu hurriedly helped me up: "Auntie, don't do this; just come to me whenever you need me, anytime, anywhere. You're my mother—"

I laughed: "You think I really treat it like a toy? Women need to be wanton too."

By the time I finished tidying up the house, it was already noon. I said to Xiao Xu, "From now on, you're my child. Come here and let Mom kiss your penis." I pulled him over and kissed him. "Let's get dressed."

As he left, I peeked through the peephole. There was no one in the hallway. I opened the door. Xiao Xu said, "Mom! I still want you..."

I said, "Mom is your woman now. It'll be more convenient if we don't have to hide it anymore."

He walked out of the house, and I closed the door. From that day on, our texting stopped, and neither of us mentioned it again, but we both understood. But our story continued. We had frequent dates without texting flirtation, without virtual sex—just real physical intimacy. It was wonderful! Especially during my daughter's pregnancy, I took care of all of Xiao Xu's sex life.

[The End]

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