I fucked my mother and two daughters.

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My name is Liu Shishi. I was born into a single-parent family. My mother became pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to me, but the man she married didn't care about her or me, his son. My mother broke ties with her family and had to raise me alone.

The pain and hardship of a single mother raising a child alone is unimaginable to most. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, my mother married a wealthy man when I was ten. Of course, the wealthy man didn't want to take me, a burden, so my mother had to send me to an orphanage, visiting me

only occasionally. From the moment I entered the orphanage, I became taciturn and refused my mother's visits. Every time she came, I hid from her. My mother, at her wits' end, had no choice but to leave sadly. I hate my mother. If she hadn't been so reckless, I wouldn't exist. If she hadn't insisted on bringing me into this world, I wouldn't be suffering alone. Consequently, I even hate all beautiful women, believing they are all like my mother—equally filthy and shameless.

After graduating from high school, I left the orphanage without telling my mother. I struggled on my own in society, never dating anyone, focusing all my energy on my work.

Before I knew it, I was 26, my career had achieved some success—I owned a sizable company and was worth tens of millions—but I was still unmarried. Every time I saw a beautiful woman, my mother's increasingly blurred face would overlap with theirs, making me want to stay away.

Until one day, at a party, I saw a woman who captivated me. She wore a white dress, her hair in a neat ponytail, her pure face radiating an angelic glow as she gestured and talked. I was instantly smitten, a voice inside me screaming, "I want to marry her." I learned about her; her name was Zeng Xue, a senior in college preparing for an internship. Zeng Xue—what a beautiful name, as pure and flawless as a snowflake, perfectly matching my ideal of a truly pure girl.

I pursued her ardently, helping her find an internship, waiting for her outside her workplace after work, and even buying her flowers in a pretentious way. At the time, I didn't think it was pretentious; people in love don't care about such things. I used every means to win her heart.

However, she remained aloof, neither accepting nor rejecting me. Sometimes, in a moment of impulse, I would grab her hand, only to be met with her blushing and pulling away. But the more she acted this way, the more I liked her; this was how a pure and good girl should be.

One

day, she suddenly called me and said she wanted to come to my house that night to tell me something important. I was overjoyed, like a teenager experiencing first love, so eager that I made mistakes at work all afternoon, staring at my watch, wishing time would pass too slowly. Even my employees noticed and teased me, to which I responded with a happy smile.

After work, I went home and tidied the room non-stop, afraid she'd think I was sloppy. I changed clothes again and again, sprayed on perfume, practiced my smile in front of the mirror, and rehearsed our possible conversation. I even bought groceries, trying to plan a candlelight dinner like in movies.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there she was. She looked a little tired, but I was so happy I didn't notice and pulled her inside. Once inside, she stopped. I looked at her, puzzled. She hesitated for a long time, then looked up at me and said, "Shishi, let's get married." Instantly, a surge of joy bloomed on my face. This was something I'd always dreamed of, and it had actually come true. I wanted to shout it out loud, to share my joy with the whole world. But what she said next plunged me from heaven to utter despair.

She looked at me with earnest and apologetic eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Shishi, I'm pregnant. I have a boyfriend. I lied to you for work. My boyfriend wants me to abort the child, but the doctor said I've already had two abortions, and if I have another, I might never be able to have children again. I have no choice. I want this child, so I came to you, Shishi. Can you marry me? If you can accept this child, I promise I'll treat you well."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my head felt like it was about to explode, my smile froze on my face, shattered into pieces, and slid to the ground. This was the most terrifying curse in the world. My heart stopped beating instantly, my blood froze. She was pregnant, she had a boyfriend, she had two abortions, and she wanted me to raise someone else's child. These words kept churning in my mind. I was stunned, a gurgling sound coming from my throat, unable to say anything.

She stared at me intently for a while, and when I didn't move, her eyes dimmed. She whispered "I'm sorry," and turned to leave. But then, I reached out and grabbed her. She turned back, and my expression had returned to calm. Looking at her, I said, "Xiaoxue, I love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Let's get married."

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she threw herself into my arms, crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will definitely be a good wife from now on. Thank you." I reached out and stroked her back, saying in a voice that didn't sound like my own, "You don't need to say sorry. I will always love you." But she didn't notice the nervous glint in my eyes as I looked ahead.

Fearing that her growing belly would be discovered, we quickly prepared for our wedding. Her parents and relatives were all beaming with joy at the prospect of me being their tall, handsome, and successful son-in-law. I had no relatives, so I had to ask a woman in her fifties who had been taking care of me at the orphanage to be my friend. But my mother, somehow having gotten wind of the situation, found me a few days before my wedding.

The last time I saw my mother was when I was seventeen. I smashed a cell phone she had bought me—it was quite fashionable back then—and walked away heartlessly, leaving her crouching on the ground, weeping. More than ten years have passed, and I hardly remember what she looks like anymore. But seeing her again, the memory suddenly resurfaced. She is still so gentle and beautiful, still looking like she's in her thirties.

She reached out a hand to touch my face, but I waved it away. She looked at me sadly and said, "Xiao Shi, I've been looking for you for more than ten years. I've finally seen you again. When I heard you were getting married, I was so happy I couldn't sleep all night. My son, you've grown up and are getting married. I've never been by your side. I haven't experienced your youthful troubles, your work anxieties, or your joy in love. I'm so sorry. I don't ask you to let me attend your wedding. I just want to see you, to see your wife, my son's wife. She must be a beautiful and wonderful girl." She spoke these words emotionally, trying to please me.

I was initially touched, but when she said Zeng Xue was a beautiful and good girl, I suddenly broke down. The scene of Zeng Xue saying she was pregnant flashed through my mind again, and tears streamed down my face. I yelled at her, "Good girl? Good my ass! Just like you, you piece of trash!"

My mother froze, stunned, tears streaming down her face. She stared at me blankly. My eyes gleamed with a neurotic light, and a strange smile appeared on my lips. I moved closer to her face and whispered, "Want to see my wife? Sure, as long as you agree to one condition: let me have sex with you. Anyway, you're all such trash, it doesn't matter if I have sex with you once, right? I'll agree to let you see her, how about it?"

My mother suddenly slumped against my car door, looking at me with an incredulous expression, unable to say a word. Without waiting for her answer, I pulled her away, opened the car door, and shoved her into the back seat. She lay down like a puppet, letting me do as I pleased. I closed the door and started tearing at her clothes, but couldn't get them off. I lifted her skirt, raised her legs, and yanked off her panties, then kissed her vulva. Her vulva was soft, warm, and a little pink. I stuck out my tongue and licked her labia, moving it in and out repeatedly. My nose touched her clitoris, and she shuddered, releasing fluid. I held her thigh with one hand and unzipped my pants with the other, pulling them down along with my underwear. I pounced on my mother's beautiful body, looked at her beautiful face, and penetrated her.

My mother's vagina was warm and tight, enveloping me comfortably. I thrust in and out, then lifted her shirt, pushed up her bra, grabbed one breast, and began sucking. With my other hand, I grabbed the other breast and kneaded it vigorously. My mother's breasts weren't large, but they were soft, white, and felt wonderful to touch. I thrust into her vagina for a while, but the pleasure was too intense, so I stopped, sucked on her breast, and waited for the pleasure to subside before continuing to thrust. I lifted my head and kissed my mother's face. Her gaze was vacant, her eyes empty, as she let me ravage her body, her face showing pain and despair. Her beloved son, the son she had searched for so desperately, the son she had carried for ten months, given birth to with great difficulty, and raised for ten years, had raped her. This pain had penetrated her very soul; her heart was dead.

Seeing my mother's pained expression, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something, the pain making it hard to breathe. What was I feeling pained about? She had done this to me, why should I feel pain? No, I didn't want to. I turned my mother over, pulling her buttocks back so she was kneeling on the seat, her face hidden. From behind, I entered her again. As I thrust, I kneaded her buttocks. They were smooth and fleshy, bouncing beautifully with each thrust. After a long time, the pleasure became uncontrollable. Suddenly, her body convulsed, her vagina contracting strongly, and a gush of hot fluid sprayed onto my glans. I could no longer control myself; streams of semen shot into her body.

I let out a sigh of relief, pulled out my penis, and the semen mixed with her vaginal fluids dripped onto the seat. My mother remained motionless. I turned her over again; she lay limply on the seat, her hands hanging limply to the floor, as if lifeless.

Seeing my mother like this, my heartache suddenly erupted uncontrollably. I lay on top of her, kissing her cold lips, neck, and earrings, and said with heartache, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you." Hearing my words, my mother's eyes regained some light. I released her lips, pressed my face against hers, and murmured, "Mom, Mom." My mother finally regained her composure, hugged my head, and kissed me back, lovingly stroking me and murmuring, "Son!"

My mother and I finally reconciled. I brought her home, and every night I would sneak into her room and make love to her. She resisted somewhat, but fearing I would ignore her again, she half-heartedly gave in, letting me do as I pleased. Over time, sometimes when her desire was aroused, she would become more proactive and even teach me some moves.

I never touched Zeng Xue, using her pregnancy as an excuse that it was bad for the fetus, and I ignored her hints. Zeng Xue became lethargic during her pregnancy and didn't discover my secret with my mother.

A few months later, Zeng Xue gave birth to a lovely daughter. Holding her daughter, Zeng Xue's face radiated maternal warmth; it was very touching. My mother also loved her daughter, often playing with her and buying her many baby supplies and clothes she didn't need yet. I named my daughter Liu Rongrong because she was soft, with chubby little arms and legs, and looked like a fluffy doll.

A few months after Liu Rongrong's birth, Zeng Xue repeatedly made advances towards me, but I ignored her, focusing entirely on my mother, making love to her passionately, trying to make up for the maternal love I had lost over the years. Zeng Xue gradually became suspicious, coming home late, getting drunk, and frequently asking me for money. I heard rumors that she was having affairs with many men, but I didn't care. Sometimes my mother wanted to refuse my advances; she felt that Zeng Xue had stolen the love that belonged to me, but when I lost my temper, she became afraid and obediently let me have my way.

Liu Rongrong grew up and started calling me "Dad." The first time I heard her call me "Dad," I shed tears of emotion. Although she wasn't my blood relative, I still loved her very much. Zeng Xue also became more restrained, spending more time with her daughter and keeping her affair very discreet.

Before we knew it, Liu Rongrong was twelve years old. She had excellent genes and had grown into a graceful, lively, and somewhat precocious young woman. She had noticed the discord between Zeng Xue and me, becoming more sensible, working hard on her studies, and trying not to worry us. She tried very hard to mend the rift between Zeng Xue and me, but she didn't understand that the problems between Zeng Xue and me weren't something a child could solve.

My mother was getting older and becoming somewhat resistant to my advances, focusing all her attention on Liu Rongrong. She always urged me to spend more time with Zeng Xue. I lost my temper several times before she gave up. She never asked me why I called Zeng Xue a slut; she was afraid of reopening old wounds.

One day, my mother hinted that I should come to her room that night. I was delighted. My mother rarely took the initiative like this. Every time she initiated intimacy, we would have intense sex. My mother and I were very compatible and could always reach climax simultaneously.

That night, I didn't turn on the lights, afraid of disturbing my daughter. My daughter was grown up now, and I needed to be discreet. I gently pushed open my mother's bedroom door. The weather was beautiful today; the daytime wind had blown away the clouds covering the city, and the moon was out. Moonlight streamed through the window onto the bed, illuminating a naked back view, her round buttocks facing me. My mother wasn't dressed. She rarely acted so freely; people of her generation were more reserved, and she would only undress under my coercion, and she would never turn on the light.

I took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and lay on my side behind my mother, trying to turn her over, but she resisted slightly. I reached out and caressed her breasts from behind, then licked her back down to her buttocks and back again. My mother's body was well-maintained; her affluent and comfortable life had left her skin as smooth as when she was young. After licking her several times, my mother's body became warm. I placed my hand on my mother's vulva and felt a lot of moisture; she was aroused. I turned my mother over, making her kneel and prone. Holding my hard penis, I penetrated her from behind, slapping her buttocks as I thrust. My mother's buttocks were fleshy, and I loved this position when I fucked her. Today, her vagina was a little tight, probably because I hadn't fucked her much lately. After a while, she let out moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~". My mother doesn't usually moan; she's rather reserved and shy. Her moans are always a little hoarse, always emitting muffled groans that she can't control. I've asked her several times, but she just won't moan loudly. Today, although her voice wasn't loud, it was very clear, and sometimes she let out an "Ah" sound, which my mother never makes. I felt something was wrong, so I pulled out my penis, turned her body over, and looked closely. Sure enough, it was Zeng Xue.

I was instantly enraged and shouted at her, "Why is it you? What are you doing here?"

Zeng Xue straightened up, pulled her legs back, looked at me, and calmly retorted, "Why can't it be me? I'm your wife. You're in our house, having sex with another woman, and you're asking why it's me? You think it shouldn't be me, then who do you think you should be having sex with? Huh??"

I looked around, and Zeng Xue suddenly said coldly, "No need to look anymore, Mom's in my room. Today's events were planned by us." I laughed angrily, "You dare to arrange my life?" Zeng Xue ignored me. She turned around, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table drawer—the ones my mother had prepared for me. I don't smoke often, I only like to have one after sex, and Zeng Xue even knew that. She took one out, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled it into my face. I was furious. This woman really thought this was her own home, so natural, and even dared to blow smoke at me. Before I could even react... Zeng Xue suddenly exploded in anger: "What's wrong with me? All these years, you've abandoned me, your young wife, to come and sleep with that old woman, your mother, every day. Are you blind?"

*Slap!* I slapped her across the face, stunning her. For over ten years, I'd been subjecting her to emotional abuse, but I'd never hit her. Today, I hit her only because she'd crossed a line—my mother. And she'd voiced a worry I'd never dared to think about: old age. My

mother was getting old; wrinkles were appearing on her face, her hair was turning gray, and she wasn't as agile in bed as she used to be. Sometimes, after making love with my mother, while smoking, I felt a pang of sadness, afraid that she would leave me again. I'm not a fragile person, but every time I thought of this, my eyes welled up with tears. My mother knew my worries. She always urged me to spend more time with Zeng Xue, saying she couldn't be with me forever, and she wanted to see Zeng Xue and me happy and able to grow old together. Every time I heard this, I panicked and would rudely interrupt her.

Zeng Xue completely lost her temper. Her innocent face twisted in anger as she lunged at me, repeatedly pounding my head with both hands, yelling, "You dare hit me! You bastard! You beast who slept with your own mother! You actually dared to hit me! I'll fight you to the death!" She hit me hard, and it hurt. I grabbed her hands, threw her back, and shouted at her, "Yes, I just don't want to sleep with you. You're not as good as my mother. Although you and my mother were both pregnant out of wedlock, my mother never lied to anyone and never had a backup plan. Even though raising a child alone was incredibly difficult, she tried to raise me. Although she later gave me to an orphanage, I've come to understand her more and more. Her inner..." Pain and reluctance—she was noble and pure. But you, you bitch, you deceived me, you treated me like a backup plan, you had several abortions, and yet you pretended to be innocent in front of me, even making me raise your child! You shameless bitch!"

Zeng Xue's face turned deathly pale, and she slumped against the headboard, saying miserably, "So, this is how you see me? Then why did you marry me in the first place? And why did you lie to me and say you loved me?"

I ignored her. I felt a little guilty about this question. I got out of bed, put on my underwear, picked up the rest of my clothes, and prepared to go back to my room. As I turned around, my little daughter stood frozen in the doorway. She had seen everything. The clothes in my hands slipped to the floor. My daughter woke up with a start and ran quickly to her room. I rushed over, but she slammed the door shut in front of me. I wanted to knock on the door, but I didn't know what to say. I stood there for a while, and Zeng Xue came out dressed. I turned around and said to her calmly, "You should comfort Rongrong. I don't know what to say."

Back in my room, I lay on the bed, my emotions still unsettled. My mother must have arranged my encounter with Zeng Xue today, but she probably didn't expect it to turn out like this. Did she feel her health was deteriorating and want to arrange a companion for me to grow old with? My eyes welled up with tears. She risked angering me by setting this trap, doing everything for me. Should I grant her wish?

The next day, my daughter didn't go to school. I called in sick for her and took her on a trip to the countryside with Zeng Xue for the first time. This was her long-held wish. I promised Zeng Xue that I would improve our relationship and never argue again. She finally cheered up, even though she already knew she wasn't my biological daughter. I promised her that I would always love her as I would my own child.

That night, I made love with Zeng Xue. She was very excited and tried her best to please me. Her oral skills were good; she tried her best to take my entire penis into her mouth, something my mother never did. Her body was very firm and tight, and her vagina was also very narrow, probably because she hadn't had many affairs in the past two years. Although her skin wasn't as fair as my mother's, it was very smooth, a very youthful body. Her breasts were much larger than my mother's; it took both of my hands to hold them. They were very firm, a different feeling from my mother's, and sucking them felt very good.

We made love for a long time, and she orgasmed several times, but I just couldn't ejaculate, probably because there was no passion between us. Later, seeing how tired she was but still trying so hard to please me, I was somewhat moved and finally ejaculated. She was satisfied, and we hugged each other and slept like husband and wife for the first time.

My relationship with Zeng Xue gradually improved, and we made love from time to time. My mother and daughter saw this and were very happy. Zeng Xue became more cheerful, more virtuous and family-oriented, and her eyes held love for me. Our family was harmonious, and I began to think this was good; my desire for revenge against Zeng Xue seemed to fade. But deep down, there always seemed to be an indescribable, elusive sense of unease.

It was Liu Rongrong's sixteenth birthday. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, taller than her mother, with a wonderfully developed physique, and had inherited her mother's youthful beauty. Early that morning, my mother and Zeng Xue went out together to buy Liu Rongrong a cake and her favorite dishes to celebrate her birthday. At 11 a.m., I was at the company preparing to leave when I suddenly received a call from Zeng Xue. I answered with a smile, only to hear devastating news—my mother had been in a car accident.

I ran red lights to rush to the accident scene, only to see two doctors standing beside the ambulance, with Zeng Xue crouching next to them. I ran over and saw my mother lying on the ground, covered in blood. All my strength vanished, and I collapsed to the ground. I reached out a hand to stroke her face, calling her name, but her eyes were lifeless.

I stood there, stunned, my mind blank. The two doctors were about to lift my mother into the ambulance when I suddenly snapped out of it. I jumped up and punched them. They dodged in panic, and my mother's body fell to the ground. I crouched down, supporting her back with one hand and her legs with the other, and lifted her up. Numbly, I walked step by step towards home. Zeng Xue pulled me tightly, shouting something in my ear, but I couldn't hear a word. After walking a few dozen steps, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, with Zeng Xue and Liu Rongrong beside me. I stared blankly at them, as if in a dream. After a long time, Liu Rongrong woke up. Seeing that I was awake, she hugged my head and sobbed uncontrollably.

Amidst Liu Rongrong's cries, I gradually came to my senses and realized that my mother was gone. I would never see her again, never see her loving face again, never hear her caring words again. Two streams of tears flowed down my cheeks.

Back home, looking at my mother's bedroom door, I had a feeling that if I pushed it open, I could see my mother sitting on the bed, smiling at me. I locked my mother's door, forbidding anyone to open it. I spent several days

in a daze

handling my mother's funeral arrangements. It was Zeng Xue, that bitch, who ran a red light and collided with a truck. My mother bumped into her, but was hit by the truck herself. A surge of hatred welled up inside me. Why didn't that bitch die herself? Why did she hurt my mother? She did it on purpose, she must have done it on purpose. I swore I would get my revenge! New and old grudges surged into my heart.

For the next month, I ignored Zeng Xue. She knew I blamed her, but she didn't argue; she just tried to appease me. She thought I just hadn't recovered from the blow, but she didn't know that a terrifying revenge plan was slowly forming in my mind.

Liu Rongrong injured her thigh during PE class and took leave to rest at home. I massaged her leg every day. At first, she resisted, but I said it would promote blood circulation and help her heal faster, so she blushed and let me massage her thigh.

That day, I sent Zeng Xue away again to massage Liu Rongrong. Liu Rongrong lay on the bed, avoiding me, and said sweetly, "Dad, I'm almost healed, you don't need to massage me anymore!" I put on a stern face and said, "Not yet. What if you have sequelae if you don't heal completely?" She could only close her eyes shyly and lie on the bed, letting me massage her. Unaware, my massage gradually turned into caressing, my hand slowly sliding towards the top of her thigh. After a while, her skin turned slightly red. My hand then slid to her round buttocks; my daughter's buttocks were very elastic, like her mother's. After a while, she seemed to sense something was wrong, turning her head to look at me with misty eyes. I put my hand back on her thigh, and she closed her eyes again. I put my hand back on her buttocks. After several times, she stopped looking at me, her face flushed, as if she had a fever. After

caressing her buttocks for a long time, my hand slid deep into her thigh, clearly feeling a warm, slightly damp sensation. I whispered, "Rongrong, take off your pants, I'll put some medicine on you." My daughter blushed and took off her pants, then tried to lie down. I said again, "Take off your underwear too, or you might accidentally get it dirty." My daughter hesitated and refused to take it off. I slapped her bottom and said, "Good girl, listen to me, I'm your father, what are you afraid of?" My daughter reluctantly took off her underwear.

Seeing my daughter's white bottom and pink labia, my penis immediately became hard, but I didn't rush. I took out the medicine and gently applied it to her legs. After a while, my hand slid down to her labia. Her labia were already wet. I kept kneading my daughter's labia. My daughter closed her eyes and let out unconscious moans. She probably never imagined that her loving father would lure her and sexually assault her. After kneading for a while, my hands were covered with her virgin fluid, and her labia were wet. The time had come. I said in a hoarse voice, "Good girl, kneel up, it'll be easier for me to apply the medicine."

My daughter had lost all ability to think. Before her trusted father, she lay prone, kneeling, her round buttocks protruding, letting me caress her sensitive areas. This was no longer applying medicine; it was blatant fondling. Her thighs, buttocks, and labia were covered in medicine and vaginal fluid. With one hand caressing her, I used the other to unzip my pants, pulling them and underwear up to my knees, freeing my penis. I knelt behind her, pressing my throbbing erection against her vulva, sliding it up and down—so soft, so pleasurable.

At this moment, my daughter groaned with her eyes closed, "Dad, don't...don't touch me there with your fingers, it hurts so much." A wicked smile crept across my face, and I said in a devilish voice, "Good daughter, don't be afraid, it will feel better soon." Without hesitation, I guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina and thrust it in, breaking through her hymen. It was so tight, so hot, so pleasurable that I almost ejaculated. I quickly held my breath, gripping my daughter's buttocks with both hands to keep her still.

The instant I thrust in, my daughter let out a painful cry, her buttocks thrashing violently. I held her buttocks firmly, my penis firmly inserted inside her vagina. My daughter turned her head, her face contorted in pain. She had been jolted awake by the agony and cried out, "Let me go, Dad! It hurts! It hurts! Don't do this! You're my dad!"

Even if my daughter was slow to understand, she realized what was happening the moment my penis broke her hymen. She struggled desperately, but I held her firmly by the waist, and she couldn't break free.

Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded, "Dad, no! Let me go! Why are you doing this? I'm your daughter! It hurts so much!" I remained unmoved, silently watching her. After a while, she buried her face in the pillow and sobbed softly. Then, I slowly began to thrust. Her vaginal fluid mixed with her virgin blood flowed from our point of contact—it looked beautiful.

After a while, I lay on my daughter's back, my hands slipping under her t-shirt, kneading her delicate nipples as I thrust. My daughter's breasts were firmer and fresher than her mother's, the smoothest breasts I had ever played with. After touching them for a while, I placed my hands on either side of my daughter, leaned down, and kissed her face and earrings while thrusting in and out.

My daughter had completely given up resisting and was only crying. I stuck out my tongue and licked her tears, one drop after another, endlessly enjoying myself. My lower abdomen kept slapping against my daughter's buttocks, making a slapping sound. After a while, my pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and my slapping speed increased. Finally, I straightened up, held my daughter's buttocks, and shot my semen deep into my daughter's uterus.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and I heard a scream. Zeng Xue covered her mouth with her hand and stood in the doorway. The next moment, she rushed over and pushed me off my daughter's body, making me fall to the ground. My penis was pulled out of my daughter's vagina, causing her to groan in pain. Semen mixed with blood slid down my daughter's labia.

Zeng Xue suddenly pounced on me, hitting me wildly and repeatedly shouting "Bastard, bastard!" I endured her beatings; it hurt, but my heart was filled with a vengeful thrill. Decades of hatred, finally culminating in revenge—this pleasure made me feel blissfully ecstatic, as if I were on drugs.

I lay on the corner of the bed, looking at Zeng Xue, and burst into maniacal laughter, laughing incessantly like a madman. Zeng Xue was startled and froze on the bed, staring at me. I laughed and got off the bed, took a roll of duct tape from the bedside table, twisted Zeng Xue's hands behind her back, and bound them together with the tape. Zeng Xue just stood there, dazed, letting me tie her up, not knowing how to resist. I then bound her ankles, pushed her to kneel next to my daughter, in the same position. I threw away the tape, climbed onto the bed, pulled down Zeng Xue's pants, and, holding my now-erect penis, inserted it into Zeng Xue's dry vagina.

Zeng Xue lay face down on the pillow, head tilted, looking at her numb daughter as she endured my assault. She tried to reach out and touch her daughter, but her hands were bound, and she couldn't move. She then woke up with a start, calling out, "Rongrong, Rongrong, Mommy's here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Her tears dripped onto the pillow, mingling with her daughter's tears.

Then she screamed, "Liu Shishi, you beast, you'll die a horrible death! You even raped our daughter to get revenge on me! I'm going to report you, you beast!" She struggled frantically.

I just kept going, pretending not to hear. That day, I had sex with her twice and with my daughter three times. Then I held them and slept, waiting for the police to arrest me the next day.

But Zeng Xue ultimately didn't do that; it was Liu Rongrong who desperately held her back. I don't know what my daughter was thinking; she only said to me that her mother owed me, and she had come to repay me; Zeng Xue owed me her virginity, and she had returned it; Zeng Xue owed my mother her life, and she would stay with me in her place.

I ultimately didn't refuse.

Zeng Xue divorced me. I gave her a large sum of money, and she left me completely. But Liu Rongrong stayed with me. I don't know how Liu Rongrong persuaded Zeng Xue, but she succeeded. Six months later, Liu Rongrong became pregnant with my child. The moment I had my own child, I felt like I had completely returned to normal, and Liu Rongrong and I loved each other like father and daughter, and husband and wife.

Liu Rongrong gave birth to a daughter who looks a bit like me. After giving birth, Liu Rongrong continued her studies, boarding at high school. When she came home for holidays, we made love passionately.

Two years later. This semester, Liu Rongrong rarely came home. She said she was busy with extra classes for the upcoming college entrance exam. Although I missed her terribly, I had to endure the pain of longing for her future.

Finally, the college entrance exam was over, and Liu Rongrong came home. I hugged her, wanting to be tender with her, but she pushed me away. She looked at me sadly and said, "Dad, I love you, but we can't go on like this. We're still father and daughter. This won't do. I have a boyfriend. Let's break up!"

I froze. So, even you're going to abandon me? So everyone's going to abandon me? Fine, I understand. I slowly pulled her into my arms and whispered, "Rongrong, I love you. I respect your wishes. No matter what you choose, I will always love you." My

daughter smiled through her tears in my arms, murmuring, "Thank you, Dad!" But she didn't see the neurotic glint in my eyes.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival. Thirty-two-year-old Liu Rongrong went back to her parents' home to visit her father and her secret daughter. On the way, she bought a lot of food and wine, all her father and daughter's favorite dishes. When she got home, she pushed open the door and saw her gray-haired father sitting naked in a chair, holding a naked girl in his arms, their genitals tightly joined.

The girl heard the door open, turned around, and looked at her.

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