[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 7

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Chapter Nine.

Although the sun was beginning to set in the west, it did not diminish its intense heat and light. Cicadas chirped incessantly in the tall banyan trees lining Weishi Street, seemingly finding solace only in the oppressive heat. At

the entrance of the Oriental Pearl Art School, many vehicles had been parked since the afternoon, including expensive sports cars and cool motorcycles.

It was Friday, and the girls, finally able to go home for the weekend, began emerging from the school gates in twos and threes from the afternoon. T-shirts, ladylike dresses, miniskirts, tank tops—various outfits concealed ample breasts and small buttocks, their long, shapely legs flashing into view, dazzling the eye.

Many girls waved goodbye to their classmates as they left the school, some jumping into air-conditioned cars, rolling down their windows to say goodbye. Some girls plopped down on the back of heavy motorcycles, embracing the boys on the bikes passionately, oblivious to everyone else, and eagerly offering kisses in public.

Passersby were already used to such sights. A saying circulated among the citizens of Dongdu about Mingzhu Art School: "Those who study here either come from incredibly powerful families, or they're so powerful they're practically living it up at home."

In this place teeming with beauties, Lu Siyu, like a budding rose, inevitably attracted attention. Wearing a pink shirt and a red and white checkered skirt, she stood obediently at the school gate, smiling and saying goodbye to her classmates. Anyone with a discerning eye for beauty could see the vibrant fragrance brewing beneath her cute exterior. Her

innocent expression and pretty face often unconsciously drew admiring glances, and those with more courage would naturally approach her.

A beauty is never alone; that remains a truth.

"Hey classmate, wanna go for a ride?"

"Miss, may I buy you some tea?"

Lu Siyu completely ignored the few cool-looking guys straddling motorcycles, and the handsome guy in the sports car trying to act like a gentleman, heading straight for the bus stop. She quickly boarded an air-conditioned bus, found a seat, and sat down with her backpack. The

adorable girl didn't have a private car to pick her up. Since junior high, Lu Zhiyuan had insisted that she stop using the family or company car and learn to take the subway and buses independently. Although she initially cried and cried, and often had to drive to pick her up when she couldn't find the bus stop, as a father, Lu Zhiyuan insisted. He felt his child needed to master basic life skills, even if the cost of this learning far outweighed the cost of providing her with a car.

On this hot afternoon, the bus's air conditioning was running at full blast, the blast of cold air pouring out of the nozzles. Escaping the heatwave, Siyu felt instantly refreshed, and her little mind began to function again, recalling the things that had finally started to make sense over the past few days.

She and Siyun were undoubtedly biological sisters, but their relationship wasn't exactly inseparable. Siyun had always been sickly, and from as far back as Siyu could remember, she noticed her sister was always taking white pills and colorful capsules.

She had even once secretly tried one out of curiosity, only to find it so bitter that she never wanted to touch anything that looked like candy again. As Siyun grew older, she was sick less, but remained frail, mostly spending her time quietly at home with books.

Young Siyu, on the other hand, was lively and active, enjoying climbing trees and exploring tunnels with the boys downstairs, always covered in dust, looking like a little mud monkey. Unable to let her daughter become a tomboy, Xinjie began teaching her simple dance moves, hoping to help her burn off her excess energy.

Unexpectedly, her daughter truly possessed this talent. From kindergarten onwards, Siyu was a little artist at school, a regular performer in every elementary and middle school event.

Yet, in Siyu's heart, she could never compare to her refined and elegant older sister. No matter how beautiful her dance moves were, her father would always be drawn to her sister's clear and melodious reading voice. Every relative and elder, after praising her own liveliness and cuteness, would say that Siyun was both elegant and quiet, like a well-bred young lady, while she herself would always be just a mischievous little girl.

Siyun, as the older sister, received love letters from older boys in sixth grade, while she herself only received notes from classmates in seventh grade. Siyun excelled academically and morally, receiving a pile of certificates with only her name on them every semester, while she herself only received a few group photos after the arts festival, with barely any of her name in them. Siyun

easily gained admission to the best university in the country, studying the best major, and was a talented girl praised by everyone. Meanwhile, she herself had to rely on her father's connections and favors to get into a small vocational school, a school known for producing useless and spendthrift daughters.

Since Siyu started junior high school, her mother had been away from home for most of the year, leaving only her father to care for her and her sister. Although they weren't related by blood, Siyu still loved him and treated him like her own father.

He would cook many delicious things, even if Siyu insisted on having tiramisu with sashimi; when Siyu was sick, he would stay by her side, placing a cool, comforting towel on her forehead; when Siyu was lonely, a single phone call would bring him comfort, even if his crying was feigned. Siyu had long been accustomed to life without her mother, but she couldn't imagine living without her father.

So, when Siyu saw her father and sister being affectionate that day, she was afraid. She was terrified, afraid that her father would abandon her, abandon her.

Because since childhood, her father's gaze towards her had always been one of loving helplessness mixed with a shake of his head, while his gaze towards Siyu was always one of concern and a happy smile. Compared to her sister, she was just a troublemaker, a little brat who caused her father so much worry.

She had read in a magazine that once a man falls in love with a woman, she has only eyes for her, and no other woman will ever appear. Now that Dad's doing *that* with Siyun, he must be in love with her. Then, no one will make her delicious tiramisu, no one will carry her to the hospital sweating profusely, and no one will rush to her side at her call.

She doesn't want that! She can't let it happen! Lu Siyu decided she had to stop her father from falling in love with Siyun, or at least, make him fall in love with her too.

Lost in thought, the car quickly reached the intersection of Gulin Street. Siyu grabbed her backpack and jumped out. A wave of heat hit her, almost suffocating her. She glanced at the road home; home was just 500 meters ahead.

Her older sister, Siyun, usually didn't come home on weekends; she was mostly at university studying. Thinking of this, Siyu couldn't help but smile, a pair of adorable dimples appearing on her cheeks. Dad would be hers this weekend; she had to make him fall in love with her too.

She ran all the way back to her home at No. 18 Gulin Street. When Siyu unlocked the door, she was about to shout as usual, "Dad, I'm home!"

But no sound came out of her open mouth, as if an apple had been stuffed into her throat, and she froze at the doorway.

Before her stood a figure in green and white striped loungewear, busy at the dining table in the living room. The person sat at the table, a basket of fresh fruit in front of her, humming a tune as she cut the fruit into pieces and arranged them in a fruit bowl. Seeing her enter, the person smiled, stood up, and greeted her as she walked towards her. "Siyu, you're back."

"...Sister? You, what are you doing home?"

Siyu hadn't expected her sister, who rarely came home, to appear in the living room at this time. Shouldn't she be at school studying or participating in club activities?

Lu Siyu had originally planned to use this time alone with Lu Zhiyuan to cultivate her relationship with her father, letting him know that she was also a very excellent and lovely daughter. But Siyun, who never came home at this time, was here, making the little girl feel that her plans had completely fallen through. She felt the problem had become more serious, and things weren't as easy as she had imagined.

"I was sick a few days ago and took a few days off to go home and rest."

Siyun brushed aside her sister's question lightly, saying, "But you, you didn't even bring an umbrella. Look how hot you are."

She said with concern, taking out a handkerchief tucked into her waistband and wiping the sweat from her sister's forehead.

"I'm fine,"

Siyu said nonchalantly, glancing around as she asked sweetly, "Where's Dad?"

"Dad's in the study on the phone, discussing business. Keep your voice down,"

Siyun instructed softly, leading her sister to the living room. She picked out a slice of chilled watermelon from the fruit plate, stuck a toothpick in it, and handed it to Siyu. "Here, have some watermelon to cool off."

"No, I'm going back to my room to change,"

Siyu said, refusing the fruit her sister offered, and ran upstairs. On her way back to her room, she deliberately passed by the study door and saw her father sitting behind his desk, talking on his mobile phone. She turned and ran into her room.

At this moment, a voice with a strong Northeastern accent came through the receiver, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for taking care of my nephew."

"It's nothing. Executive Director Park and I are not only business partners, but also friends in private."

He held the phone in one hand and quickly typed on the keyboard with the other, bringing up a pre-printed spreadsheet on the computer screen. "If it weren't for your reminder, I would have been in trouble with that South Korean woman."

"Don't worry, the North Korean people will not let this kind of national scum go unpunished."

Park Jae-hyo said fiercely on the other end of the phone, and Lu Zhiyuan could almost imagine his teeth clenching.

"I believe that, after all, she didn't just come to cause me trouble."

Lu Zhiyuan replied nonchalantly.

"Also, I hope you can ship the goods on time, Mr. Lu."

Park Jae-hyo finally couldn't help but reveal the real reason for his call.

“Director Park, you know I don’t deal in raw materials,”

Lu Zhiyuan said calmly, looking at the data on the screen. “You’ve given me things that are hard to sell twice in a row. Your international prices don’t even cover my costs of contacting buyers, and the profit after selling them leaves me with almost no profit. And you’ve seen how dangerous it is to do business with you. Can you guarantee that you’ll still be there for me when the next South Korean agent comes?”

“Don’t worry about that. We’ve already stepped up our surveillance on the South Korean saboteurs in Dongdu.”

The North Korean on the other end of the phone was getting impatient. He said urgently, “This time I’m giving you a six-month bank draft, denominated in Euros. The acceptor is the Central Bank of North Korea. Is that alright?”

“Hehehe,”

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled. “Director Park, are you joking? How am I supposed to withdraw money from a North Korean bank? Even if I did, how would I transfer it? The whole world would know about my relationship with you, and the United Nations would know that I’m undermining sanctions against North Korea.”

“Those sanctions were imposed on us entirely by imperialism.”

Park Jae-hyo’s tone began to heat up. “Mr. Lu, if I don’t sell them to you, what use are those things to you?”

“Don’t worry, Director Park,”

Lu Zhiyuan paused deliberately, speaking slowly and deliberately. “These navigation devices and direction finds very useful on some small and medium-sized aircraft. I recently learned that the Brazilian company, ESA Aircraft Manufacturing, has started bidding. Although the price is a bit low, it’s safe, and I don’t need to worry about the UN coming after me.”

“Mr. Lu…”

Park Jae-hyo suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“Alright, alright, Director Park, we’re friends. Even if the business doesn’t go through, our personal relationship won’t be affected.”

Lu Zhiyuan appeared understanding and considerate. “I’ll give you some more time. Try applying to your superiors again, and give me what you can afford.”

Just as the North Korean was about to say something more, Lu Zhiyuan hung up the phone.

Although he knew the other party wouldn’t dare use any special methods in China, it was better not to push a dog too far. Anyway, the goods won't spoil in the warehouse. These precision-grade items can be sold anytime on the international market, whether through legal transactions or black market smuggling.

However, if Park Jae-hyo drags his feet any longer, he'll just sell them to that Tehran company; he's confident the Middle Eastern boss has the financial capacity. Lu Zhiyuan secretly made up his mind. The thought of producing such high-quality goods with no shortage of buyers instantly lifted his spirits. He hung up the phone, grabbed the apron draped over the back of his chair, and left the study.

Siyu took a quick shower in the bathroom, changed into casual home clothes, and came out of her room. She always dressed casually at home, wearing a cotton tank top and shorts. The fabric of her clothes accentuated her curves, and her rounded buttocks stretched the wet fabric taut, looking incredibly elastic.

She wore flip-flops. As she reached the semi-circular staircase, she saw Lu Zhiyuan carrying a large casserole dish from the kitchen into the dining room.

"Dad,"

Siyu greeted sweetly, leaping down the stairs in a few quick steps, rushing to her father like a little swallow.

"Siyu's back! What time did you get home? I didn't know."

Seeing his daughter, Lu Zhiyuan smiled happily, carrying a pot of soup towards the table covered with a white tablecloth.

"While you were on the phone. Let me help you carry it."

Siyu reached out to take the pot from his hands.

"Oh, never mind,"

Lu Zhiyuan quickly dodged, shaking his head with a smile, "It's so heavy, you'll burn yourself."

"Siyu, go set the table."

Siyun's voice came from behind Lu Zhiyuan, emerging from her kitchen carrying a large plate of food.

"Oh."

Siyu's tone dropped noticeably as she reluctantly turned to go to the kitchen. Behind her came Lu Zhiyuan's concerned voice, "Siyun, I can handle this hot stuff. You go and help Siyu set the table."

"It's okay, Dad, I can manage."

Siyun replied with a light smile.

"Tch, you can do it, but I can't."

Listening to her father and sister's conversation, Siyu mumbled incoherently.

A fragrant four-dish meal with soup was laid out on a snow-white tablecloth. The three members of the Lu family, father and daughters, watched television and enjoyed this cozy weekend dinner around the table.

Lu Zhiyuan picked up a piece from the bitter melon and pork rib stew and placed it in Siyun's bowl on his left, his eyes filled with doting affection. This action was immediately noticed by Siyu, who was diligently gnawing on a chicken wing. She spat out the chicken bone in her mouth and said coquettishly, "Dad, I want some too."

"Huh?"

Lu Zhiyuan was taken aback at first, then smiled and said to his youngest daughter, "Don't you not eat things with bitter melon? Here's some stir-fried squid that you like. Take a break for a commercial break: Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy it? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so good you'll faint, fully automated masturbation, 12 different sex positions, vibration frequency, click to enter."

He picked up some stir-fried squid with sauce with chopsticks and handed it to her.

"No, I want you to give me ribs."

Siyu pouted and said firmly, "I just want to eat ribs.

" "Heh,"

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled, speechless. What was wrong with this girl today? "Alright," he said, picking up a piece of pork rib and placing it in Siyu's bowl.

"Thank you, Dad,"

Siyu said, feeling she had finally won back some ground. She happily took a bite of the rib her father had given her. "It's so bitter! Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

The rib, with its bitter melon flavor, seeped into Siyu's taste buds. She felt her tongue was going to go numb from the bitterness. Her face contorted in pain, and after spitting it out a few times, she quickly drank a large gulp of water, making Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Siyun laugh. After

dinner, the family of three sat on the sofa in the living room, enjoying a leisurely post-dinner time. Siyun divided the fruit she had cut beforehand into her father's and sister's plates.

The rear-projection TV was playing a financial program from Dongdu TV. Siyu, of course, wasn't interested. She sat down next to Lu Zhiyuan and shook his arm. "Dad, let's go sing karaoke! We haven't sung together in ages."

Siyu knew Siyun didn't like karaoke places, and besides, she wasn't as good a singer as Siyu.

"Never mind, Dad's already tired,"

Lu Zhiyuan said with a smile, shaking his head and putting a piece of watermelon in his mouth. What's wrong with this little girl today? Why is she so excited?

"Then I'll give Dad a shoulder massage,"

Siyun said obediently, putting down her fruit plate and getting up to walk behind the sofa.

"Me, me!"

Siyu darted behind Lu Zhiyuan in two steps, pushing Siyun aside with her bottom, quickly placing her little hands on her father's shoulders, glancing triumphantly at her sister, and then pinching hard.

"Ouch, cough cough..."

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but groan as Lu Siyu's little hands pinched him hard, choking on the watermelon he hadn't swallowed yet. This girl's strength has increased again; why is she using so much force?

“Siyu, let me do it.”

Seeing the sad expression on her father’s face, Siyun couldn’t help but speak up. “You didn’t control the pressure properly.”

“No!”

Siyu refused to budge. How could she? This was a hard-won opportunity to prove herself, and she absolutely couldn’t let it slip away so easily. She was determined not to give it to her sister.

Just as the little girl was about to fight to the death, Lu Zhiyuan smiled and said, “Alright, leave it to your sister. I don’t want to go to work with a swollen shoulder tomorrow. Sweetie, go take a bath. It’s almost 9:30, time for bed.”

Hearing this, Siyu lowered her head like a defeated rooster, pouting, and reluctantly let go of her hands. “But Dad, I…”

Siyun gently patted her and said, “Alright, go take a nice bath, go ahead.”

Siyu lowered her head, secretly rolled her eyes at her sister, and tiptoed upstairs.

Siyun didn’t notice her sister’s strange look. She placed her fair little hands on Lu Zhiyuan’s shoulders and began to massage them rhythmically. She asked softly, "How's Daddy?"

Lu Zhiyuan, sitting in front of her, closed his eyes, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. He responded with a comfortable nasal tone, "Mmm..."

Lu Siyu wore a floral shower cap, her entire body submerged in the large bathtub, only her fair neck above the water. Recalling the scene from a few minutes earlier, she felt a surge of anger. "Damn it, I'm no good at anything, Siyun is perfect at everything! Dad, you're so biased! Cough cough cough..."

Dissatisfied, she kicked wildly in the water with her long legs, splashing water everywhere, which she choked on.

After her bath, the girl simply slipped on a prepared nightgown and stepped out of the bathroom. She glanced deliberately into the living room on the first floor; the television was off, and the room was dimly lit. The kitchen light was still on; Siyun must be tidying up. She couldn't show off in front of her father, so she had no interest in helping.

The study light was also on; her father was probably working inside. She considered going to take a look, but then thought better of it; if she went, she'd just be told to go to sleep again. Siyu pouted and slowly returned to her room.

A moment later, there was a light knock on the door, and Siyun, wearing a light blue cotton nightgown, walked in carrying a glass of milk. "Siyu, time for milk."

"Oh,"

Siyu sat on the bed, her two fair legs crossed, and took the glass from her sister. She asked casually, "Where's Dad?"

Her father usually made her milk and brought it to her. Siyu, who had wanted to take the opportunity to talk to Lu Zhiyuan a little more, now had a hint of sadness in her bright eyes.

“Dad?”

A faint blush rose to Siyun’s face at the mention of Lu Zhiyuan. Luckily, only the bedside lamp was on, and her younger sister didn’t notice her slightly shy expression in the dim light. “He’s handling official business.”

“…”

Siyu nodded, holding a warm glass of milk in her hand. She couldn’t help but think of Sun Meiyan’s words, and murmured, “He’ll be taken away…”

“Huh?”

Siyun was taken aback. Lost in thought, she hadn’t heard her sister’s words clearly and thought her sister was talking to her. “Siyu, what did you say just now?”

she asked, looking down, carefully hiding her absent-mindedness.

“Ah, nothing, I was thinking about something at school.”

Lu Siyu then realized that her sister was still in her room and quickly shook her head. “Sis, you don’t need to worry about me. Go to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll go make Dad a cup of tea. Drink your milk and go to sleep.”

After saying that, Siyun glanced at the glass of milk, gently patted her sister’s head, and turned to leave Siyu’s room.

Siyu stared at the milk in the glass. The milky white liquid swirled and rolled within the glass, warm to the touch, but she had no desire to drink it. Thinking of her sister's well-behaved behavior with their father, she realized she couldn't do anything right. She placed the glass on the bedside table, folded her hands behind her head, and lay back on the bed, looking at the pale moon hanging in the dark sky outside the window. She muttered softly, "It's not round anymore, it looks awful."

She had wanted to find a chance to have a good chat with her father, perhaps about school or summer performances, but she hadn't found an opportunity to speak after dinner. Now it was bedtime, and her father was busy with work. She didn't know how to make tea, so what was she going to do?

In short, if things continued like this, her relationship with her father would never improve, right? Lu Siyu pulled the blanket over her head in frustration, tightly pursing her pink lips.

Fine, even if she got scolded, she had to go. The girl gritted her teeth, forcing what she thought was her most determined expression to encourage herself. It was rare for her to feel this urge to strengthen her relationship with her father; if things changed, he might no longer be hers.

With that thought, Siyu rolled out of bed, tossed the blanket aside, and forgot to put on her slippers. Her bare feet slid across the floor as she opened the door and went outside.

The hallway was dark and rather stuffy without air conditioning. Siyu, who usually sweated easily, felt her freshly washed body starting to feel damp again. But that wasn't important. She was already planning her next move. What mattered was how to talk to her father about it. Yes, she'd start with the summer rehearsals.

The second-floor corridor was pitch black, with only a few walls and decorations barely visible. The door to her father's study wasn't fully closed, and a pale yellow light shone through the slightly ajar crack, casting a faint, elongated triangular shadow on the dark floor. Siyu slowly walked over, still pondering what she wanted to say. When she reached the door and glanced inside, what she saw there stunned her.

A soft yellow light emanated from the floor lamp in the corner. Because of its umbrella-shaped shade, the light was concentrated at about one person's height, casting shadows over the upper half of the study

. The room was half-lit and half-dark, creating an eerie atmosphere that instilled a sense of unease. The older sister, Siyun, stood beside the desk, her pale legs pressed tightly together beneath her skirt, her small hands gripping the hem, her head turned away, afraid to look up. The way she pulled her skirt tighter made the thin, pale blue fabric taut, clearly highlighting her high, firm breasts.

Her father's large hand pressed against those curves, his fingers cupping her breasts through the fabric, his slightly firm fingers creating five indentations on the perfect hemispheres, the indentations shifting and changing position with his movements.

Dad, holding his teacup, sipped the steaming tea while staring at the white-glowing computer screen. He muttered inexplicably, "Something's not right."

Siyu didn't know if he was referring to the data on the computer, the tea, or something else.

The scene she'd witnessed at the hospital that day resurfaced in her mind, so vivid, different yet so similar to the one before her. Siyu felt as if she could see through the fabric of her sister's clothes, her breasts being caressed and manipulated under her father's hands, changing into various lewd shapes.

She wanted to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot; she knew she should stay away, but bubbles of curiosity kept rising in her heart; she knew it was wrong to be spying, yet the possibility of what was about to happen kept her glued to the screen.

Her sister's head was turned to the side, as if she dared not face her father, nor look down at his large hand on her chest. The angle of her head turned allowed Siyu to clearly see the expression on her face. A strange blush graced her jade-like cheeks, and her features were furrowed in sorrow.

As her father's large hands kneaded her breasts, the erect hemispheres beneath his palms twisted and changed shape. Her slender legs began to tremble slightly, the bulging calf muscles quivering gently. Her brows were furrowed, as if in pain, or perhaps sadness, her expression a mixture of anguish and unbearable discomfort.

Lu Zhiyuan put down his teacup and placed both hands on Siyun's chest simultaneously. His fingers spread, trying to grasp the large, unmanageable breasts in his hands. "Wearing a bra?"

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't I tell you not to wear a bra at home?"

"But, but little sister, little sister is at home. Hmm..."

Siyun responded shyly in a soft voice. As Lu Zhiyuan squeezed harder, she let out a muffled groan, a sound that seemed like a pained moan. As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and quickly bit her pink lips, suppressing her voice.

Lu Zhiyuan understood his eldest daughter's thoughts and said, "She drank milk, didn't she?"

He put his hand behind her back, pulling Siyun closer to him, while his other hand continued to caress her full breasts.

"Then, is the milk really okay?"

Siyun's cheeks flushed red, struggling to suppress any wanton sounds, her voice trembling as she asked softly.

"Of course it's fine. It only contains some calming Chinese medicine; there are no side effects,"

Lu Zhiyuan stroked Siyun's cheek, gently turning her towards him. Looking at his daughter's beautiful face, he asked, "Do you think I would hurt her?"

"Yes."

Siyun shook her head seriously.

"Or are you afraid that if you scream so loudly, you'll disturb your sister?"

the man teased deliberately.

"I..."

Siyun lowered her head, biting her lip in embarrassment. She didn't know what to say, only that her ears were burning, and the echoes of her past shameless, wanton voices replaying in her mind. Then Lu Zhiyuan said, "I'm going to punish you, you naughty girl."

With a bang, Siyun's flushed cheeks burned bright red, almost bleeding with embarrassment. The girl knew what her father's "punishment" meant, and her body trembled slightly. Memories of the past few days replayed in her mind, a mixture of shyness and fear mingled with a hint of excited anticipation.

Perhaps recalling the dizzying pleasure, she fidgeted, unsure where to put her hands and feet, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. Having been properly "educated" by Lu Zhiyuan over the past few days, her face was flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes welled with a misty haze. The

campus belle of Dongda University was no longer the naive little girl; a mature woman's allure had emerged from her eyes and brows. Having just experienced lovemaking, she was already savoring the sweetness.

Seeing his daughter's shy and adorable appearance and the alluring charm in her eyes, Lu Zhiyuan stopped teasing her. He pulled her close, and the height of his tall executive chair allowed him to lean back and kiss her pink lips.

Siyun placed her hands on her father's shoulders, opened her lips, and lowered her head to receive the demands of the man's lips and teeth.

Seeing her sister's submissive posture, and remembering the milk she had poured for her, Siyu couldn't help but clench her little fists. What a refined and elegant woman! Now she's just like her beautiful sister, turning into a limp puddles at the slightest touch from a man. She even drugged him to prevent me from hearing! Lu Siyun, you really are my good sister.

The little girl thought to herself, her eyes wide, not daring to breathe, watching the next move of the people in the room.

The two lips were already tightly pressed together, the father's thick lips and Siyun's two pink lips wriggling together, exchanging sticky saliva, glistening on their lips.

Siyun's two exceptionally full breasts stood tall and proud, the plump flesh creating a deep cleavage on her chest. Her ample breasts, encased in her pajamas, rubbed against her father's chest through the fabric. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she were enjoying it.

Lu Siyun was already beginning to be controlled by this intoxicating caress. Her father's lips and tongue incessantly sucked at her saliva, his lips pressing against hers, gently rubbing them together. He even inserted his tongue into her mouth, teasing her delicate tongue, his rough tongue scraping against her sensitive oral mucosa, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

This sensation of a foreign object penetrating and stirring inside her reminded her of another act of penetration and stirring, that tingling, numb feeling. The imagery in her mind caused her to let out her first moan of the night.

"Mmm..."

The soft moan further aroused the man's movements.

Lu Zhiyuan tightly embraced Siyun's slender waist, holding her close to his chest, feeling her large breasts pressed against his through her clothes.

His lips parted from his daughter's, a thin, glistening strand separating them. Then his lips kissed her burning cheek, moving upwards, gently biting her earlobe, his tongue teasing the sensitive area behind and inside her ear, his warm breath making Siyun's body go limp, almost collapsing onto him. Siyu

found her sister and father's performance far more stimulating than peeping at her senior's sex act. Even if she had seen it once, she might have imagined the consequences, but witnessing it firsthand was incredibly shocking.

Her father's hand slipped under Siyun's skirt, gently resting on a certain spot. Siyun shuddered, trembling uncontrollably with his movements, especially her long, beautiful legs, which shook violently.

Lu Zhiyuan's other hand slipped under Siyun's skirt from behind, pressing and kneading it. The skirt hem occasionally lifted, revealing her sister's two white buttocks. Siyun then realized her sister was completely naked down there. So, when she came to her room to deliver milk, wasn't she also naked?

She wondered, watching the actions of the person inside the room.

Judging from the rolled-up hem of her skirt, her father's large hand was completely covering Siyun's legs. His fingers and the back of his hand were clearly outlined on the fabric. His middle finger and thumb seemed to be supporting something, while his index finger was searching in the middle.

He must have found it, because his index finger suddenly stopped and then slowly began to knead.

"Ugh..."

Siyun's back straightened abruptly, her head, which had been resting on her father's shoulder, tilted back, and her face showed a bittersweet expression. Her long legs trembled even more violently, as if she might collapse to the ground at any moment.

Siyun watched her father's actions and roughly guessed where he was pressing against Siyun's private parts. She saw her sister's expression—her upper body was leaning on her father's shoulder, her waist was bent, her chest was out and her back was arched, her buttocks were raised high, and her toes were slightly raised, trying to avoid the devilish hand ravaging her crotch.

The little girl couldn't help but scoff inwardly. "So you're enjoying having your clitoris pinched? And you're being so pretentious! Your older sister is so pathetic! Is this your 'refined' ways?"

Recalling the time she secretly rubbed her clitoris, a sudden tingling sensation ran through her lower body. The curiosity and shock in her mind slowly transformed into a sense of immersion. She wondered what it would feel like if she were the one being pinched.

Siyu didn't know that Siyun, whose clitoris was being pinched by her father, was experiencing a mixture of pleasure and pain. The electric currents surging through her clitoris made her tremble all over, her lower abdomen quivering uncontrollably. The pleasurable sensation made her want to scream.

But she was afraid her moans would be heard by her younger sister at home. Although she knew Siyu, who had drunk milk, should be fast asleep by now, Siyun still dared not relax, tightly pursing her lips and clenching her teeth. This, however, made it difficult for her to breathe, and the suffocating feeling made her senses even more acute. Each time her father touched her, she felt like she was on the verge of collapse.

That's why she instinctively wanted to pull away, trying her best not to make a sound.

A faint, muffled groan escaped her small nose uncontrollably, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

This suppressed sound, concealing a hint of unbearable pleasure within its restraint, was soft and gentle, like fine downy hair tickling a man's heart. This unintentional, wanton sound was driving him mad.

Reaching Lu Zhiyuan's ears, it was like the subtle fragrance emanating from her body, teasing his excited nerves.

His daughter's head rested in the crook of his neck, the scent of her hair and body filling his nostrils. He could clearly hear Siyun's soft moans and gasps. His penis quickly swelled and hardened, pressing against his waistband with a slight pain, but even more painful was the agony of not being able to penetrate.

Lu Zhiyuan suddenly pinched the hard clitoris between his fingers. "Ah..."

The sudden stimulation made Siyun unable to bear it any longer, letting out a groan. A strong current mixed with pain instantly spread through her body, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed.

At that moment, the man, who had been crossing his legs, suddenly opened them, his other hand gripping his daughter's lower back and pressing her down—the unsuspecting Siyun landed on him, straddling his parted legs.

Lu Zhiyuan quickly pulled Siyun's nightgown off her head, unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the desk, exposing her two full breasts. He immediately cupped her firm nipples in his hands, his open mouth sucking vigorously on each one, one on the left, one on the right.

Each time he opened his mouth, a soft, lewd popping sound filled the air, and her two rosy nipples stood erect, trembling against the white, fleshy breasts.

Following her father's infatuated and passionate gaze towards Siyun, Lu Siyu couldn't help but observe her sister's exposed breasts more closely for the first time.

Her two breasts, being kneaded, were far fuller than those of girls her age. The soft, white mounds stood proudly on her slightly slender body, the taut skin on either side revealing even the outline of her ribs. Her waist looked so large it could be encircled by a single hand, further emphasizing the fullness and size of her breasts; even the largest man with the largest hands probably couldn't grasp them.

Moreover, her youthful body showed no signs of sagging, the two nipples standing erect and delicate. Seeing all this, Lu Siyu involuntarily glanced down at her own bulging chest, realizing she was no match for them. Perhaps

feeling that the softness in her mouth and palms wasn't enough to satisfy her ever-growing desire, a thought flashed through her mind. Lu Zhiyuan casually picked up a teacup from the table and, with a "whoosh," poured the tea onto Siyun's chest.

"Ah..."

Although the tea had been sitting for a while, it was still quite warm, and the sudden spill made Siyun cry out in surprise.

Lu Zhiyuan put down the water glass and quickly cupped his daughter's breasts with both hands, squeezing the two mounds of flesh together. Pale green tea juice was squeezed into the deep, closed cleavage.

The man lowered his head; the snow-white skin on her breasts flushed a tender pink under his caresses and the warmth of the hot tea. Drops of fragrant tea juice flowed between her tightly closed nipples. Looking at this beautiful tea set, he buried his mouth deep inside, greedily sucking.

Her father's sudden arousal left Siyun bewildered. Her initial desire subsided, but seeing her breasts being played with in this unheard-of way, smelling the tea scent mixed with her own body odor, this lewd scene aroused her again. She

didn't even need to look down to imagine herself like this: her tightly closed cleavage filled with pale tea, her beautiful body being used as a tool for her father's tea drinking. "Drinking my tea on my breasts... how... how can this be?"

Siyun was so ashamed she wanted to faint.

"My body, my body is being defiled like this..."

Her parted thighs began to burn, and a wet liquid slowly flowed from her private parts. Her vaginal opening tightened, and the girl leaned back, pressing her chest even closer to the man's lips.

I, I belong to Daddy, please use me as you please.

The dimly lit study echoed with Si Yun's panting and Lu Zhiyuan's sucking sounds, occasionally punctuated by faint moans of unbearable discomfort. As time passed, the moans disappeared, replaced by increasingly rapid panting. Little by little, the panting began to be mixed with soft, delicate moans, from the initial faint whispers to a continuous flow, indescribably tender and seductive.

"Mmm... Mmm haha... Ahaha... Daddy... Ah..."

Siyun seemed to have forgotten her worried younger sister, letting out seductive moans that were almost sinful. Her sweet, melodious voice was cloying, like thick honey dripping from a honeycomb, making even Siyu outside the door blush and her heart race.

Siyu also felt her body getting hot, her throat feeling dry, and her legs feeling weak. She could only stand steadily by leaning against the wall. "Sister, you're too, too lewd."

Her father's red tongue kept licking, circling, and biting Siyun's chest. One arm around her waist slid down to between Siyun's wide-open legs. She was straddling her father's lap and couldn't even close her legs; her feet were dangling to either side.

Siyu saw her father's hand slowly slip inside, his fingers exploring and caressing the area between her sister's legs, which she couldn't clearly see. He asked in a hoarse voice, "I think I touched something?"

"Ah..."

Siyu's arms were propped up on the desk behind her, panting and unable to speak. Her expression became tense, a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and excitement. She squinted her eyes, waiting for his next move.

But Lu Zhiyuan lingered for a while without taking any further action. Just as Siyun's reactions were becoming numb after being teased several times, Siyu noticed that her father's hand suddenly thrust upwards, his fingers already disappearing into the indistinct darkness, his palm pressed tightly against the edge of the darkness.

Judging from the knuckles on the back of his hand, his long fingers had squeezed into Siyun's body, constantly stirring back and forth inside, while his thumb, still outside, pressed against the outer edge of Siyun's private parts, slowly rubbing.

Suddenly, her father's hand tensed up sharply, pressing hard against Siyun's lower body. One could imagine that his fingers inside must also be pressing firmly against some delicate part of her sister's body.

Sure enough, Siyun's back straightened up abruptly, her rosy lips opened, and she took a deep breath. Her two feet, which were dangling under the table, stretched downwards forcefully, her smooth insteps taut, her toes pressing against the ground, her pale orange arches curving sensually.

"Ahhh..."

After gasping for breath, Siyun let out a soft, wanton moan. The usually obedient girl, nestled in her father's arms in the study next to her sister's, cried out wildly. Her face flushed crimson with desire as she was brought to orgasm by his fingers, her wanton cries releasing the pent-up pleasure within her.

"Ah... Dad... Dad..."

she gasped, then nestled against Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder, breathing softly. Just then, she suddenly noticed what seemed like a pair of bright eyes peeking through the crack in the door. Could it be Siyu? Siyun trembled instantly, countless thoughts flashing through her mind. What if her sister found out about her incestuous relationship with her father? What would her young sister think? Would her life become twisted and dark?

Lu Siyun felt a chill run through her body. Forcing herself to remain calm, she whispered in Lu Zhiyuan's ear, "Dad, there seems to be someone at the door?"

"Oh?"

Lu Zhiyuan glanced through the crack in the door. The dim yellow light shone out, casting no shadows. He listened intently; all was silent except for Siyun's slightly rapid breathing.

He chuckled softly, then with a soft "plop," pulled his wet fingers from between Siyun's legs, saying, "I'll go check."

He placed Siyun on the office chair, got up, and walked to the door. Everything seemed normal; the corridor was quiet, the dim light only illuminating a small area near the doorway, the rest shrouded in shadow.

He turned back and said, "Nothing, just being paranoid."

"But Dad, should we go check Ayu's room?"

Siyun asked timidly, seeming particularly nervous when her sister's name was mentioned.

"Hehe,"

the man smiled slightly. He knew what his eldest daughter was afraid of, and he had assured her that he wouldn't let Siyu know about their relationship, much less drag her into it. “Okay, I’ll go check, but,”

he sniffed his finger, which was stained with Siyun’s glistening bodily fluids, then glanced at his daughter curled up in the chair and instructed, “Put your clothes on.”

Seeing her father’s teasing gesture, Siyun, who had calmed down, felt a sudden surge of excitement. The way her father smelled her finger made her lower body involuntarily tighten, as if his twitching nose wasn’t just near her finger, but directly against her private parts, smelling the same scent.

Siyun involuntarily curled her half-covered, half-exposed body.

Lu Zhiyuan walked through the dark corridor to Siyu’s room. He suddenly felt a little nervous, and for some reason, his breathing became rapid.

Was it because he was afraid Siyu really wasn’t asleep, and would peek and then question him? Or was it because he was ashamed to immediately face his younger daughter’s innocent face after his affair with his eldest daughter? Or perhaps, he had a strange feeling that he had just finished with Siyun and was now going to steal from Siyu again?

He thought for a moment, shook his head, and gave a wry smile. He was certainly having a vivid imagination. He forcefully twisted the brass doorknob, the familiar coolness touching his palm. Since living with Si Yun and tucking her in for years, his heart was beating faster than ever tonight—it was truly inexplicable.

The room's layout was no different from usual. Soft moonlight streamed into the little princess's bed by the window, where the little princess herself was fast asleep, her back to him, clutching a pink blanket. Her

rolled-up nightgown revealed a firm, slender waist. Although a bit plumper than Si Yun's, it appeared incredibly resilient. Two distinct, sexy dimples were visible on either side of her spine, even when she bent over.

But what truly caught the eye was her high, upturned bottom. Her rounded buttocks resembled peeled boiled eggs, smooth and full, bulging like inflated little balls, stretching her cotton underwear tightly, almost bursting out of it.

Her snow-white buttocks curved sharply at the base of her thighs, the pink fabric of her panties clinging to the cleft between her legs, concealing her most intimate parts—exceptionally alluring.

To be honest, this wasn't the first time Lu Zhiyuan had seen such a sight; Siyu always slept like this. But today, he suddenly felt his heart race, and a sense of tension returned. "

What's wrong with me today?" he told himself, telling himself this tension was unfounded, as he continued towards the bed, intending to cover Siyu with the blanket as usual and then casually leave.

But today seemed different. He caught a faint, sweet scent, a fresh fragrance tinged with the alluring musk of a young girl, growing stronger the closer he got to the bed. His eyes were uncontrollably fixed on Siyu's youthful and captivating body; the snow-white skin of her buttocks attracted his gaze like a magnet.

He longed to grab a handful and leave his mark. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lu Zhiyuan finally realized he was deceiving himself. His self-control was far weaker than he thought; if he continued walking, he wouldn't be able to leave the room unscathed.

He stood four steps away from the bed, took a deep breath, and realized that sweat, unrelated to the weather, had already beaded on his nose and forehead.

To distract himself, he looked around. On the bedside table was a cylindrical glass, with only a little white liquid left at the bottom. All he could hear was Siyu's rhythmic breathing.

Lu Zhiyuan tried to calm himself down, giving Siyu, lying on the bed, a look he thought was no different from his usual loving gaze, before turning and leaving.

He didn't know that the milk in that glass had been turned into a puddle in the backyard by Siyu. He also didn't know that Siyu was also trying her best to control herself. Besides the deliberately feigned faint breathing, there was a heartbeat like a drumbeat in the girl's ear; she felt that even if she had performed a whole folk dance, her heart wouldn't be beating so fast.

She knew her father was right behind her. From the moment he opened the door to the moment he walked towards her, the girl's heart pounded faster and faster. Siyu's mind was a jumbled mess: the laughter at the dinner table, the gentle touch that had wiped away her tears, and the lewd and bizarre scene from just now. She didn't even know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, a breeze blew in from the window, and Siyu realized her bare bottom was still sticking out on her back. The image of her father kneading her buttocks flashed through her mind. What if he touched her too? Should she wake up, or pretend to be asleep?

Lu Siyu suddenly felt she had encountered the first major problem of her life.

What to do, what to do? Siyu, Siyu, what should you do? The girl's hands gripped the blanket tightly. She couldn't think of a satisfactory solution, and could only bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, hugging the blanket, her bottom sticking out, waiting for that moment to arrive.

As her father's footsteps drew closer, Siyu could almost feel his large, hot hand covering her taut buttocks, his five fingers pressing down hard, digging into her flesh. She even bit down on the corner of the sheet with her teeth, her eyelids tightly shut.

One step, two steps, three steps. Lu Siyu listened to her father's footsteps approaching and finally stopping. She couldn't tell where Lu Zhiyuan had gone. Perhaps the next moment, his hot hand would land on her bottom. She felt so nervous she was about to scream. Then, the footsteps started again, this time slowly fading away until the door closed softly, confirming that her father was really gone.

"Phew,"

Lu Siyu threw off the blanket and let out a long sigh of relief. She was saved. However, when she turned her head and looked at her round buttocks encased in pink panties, a strange sense of loss welled up inside her. Was she really not as good as Siyun?

And what should she do next? Sleep until dawn? But as soon as she closed her eyes, she could immediately see the bittersweet expression on Siyun's face, and hear her moans of varying lengths.

Damn it, Siyu sat up abruptly in bed, filled with curiosity, anticipation, and a touch of bitterness, and jumped off the bed again.

She tiptoed and carefully opened the door, glancing cautiously left and right. Everything was still pitch black, just as before.

The wooden floor beneath her feet was smooth and icy cold; her springy feet could clearly feel the coolness seeping from the grain of the wood onto her skin.

Years of dance training had taught her to walk silently, but now all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Every pore on her body was tense, sensing the movement of the air, afraid of the slightest disturbance.

Siyu crouched low, like a cat, and stepped out, a strange feeling rising within her, as if she had entered a new world, a bizarre labyrinth of adventure. Her familiar surroundings had all changed, revealing aspects she had never noticed before.

In the pitch-black corridor, she couldn't see the storeroom across the way, and the oil paintings on the walls were illegible; the colors had turned completely black, the only discernible lines being variations in shade.

Even though she was in her own home, Siyu felt a sense of thievery, as if she had stumbled into a strange maze.

She cautiously approached the study door, but this time it was also pitch black; there was nothing there. Everything she had seen just minutes before seemed like a dream, now vanished without a trace.

Just as Siyu was feeling somewhat lost, she heard a voice beside her—a familiar woman's voice. The usually soft, gentle voice was muffled, as if something was blocking it, but she could still recognize the slightly strained tone; it was her sister's.

She crept towards the sound, which was coming from her parents' master bedroom. Siyu crouched by the door and slowly pushed it open inch by inch, revealing a thin crack.

The sounds from inside became clearer: moans and groans mixed with rapid breathing, a mixture of unbearable urgency and sensual desire.

"Mmm... Dad... Dad..."

Siyun's cries were more like a plea for favor, a yearning for more.

Siyu peeked through the crack in the door. The bright moonlight streamed through the French windows of the master bedroom, illuminating the room. On the large bed, her older sister lay on the edge, her long, black hair as a pillow. A naked man stood beside the bed, cradling two beautiful legs encased in black stockings in his arms, his hands caressing them, his mouth alternately nibbling at her feet.

Her sister tossed and turned, her small hands sometimes gripping the sheets, sometimes releasing them.

The man was none other than Lu Zhiyuan, who was currently fondling his daughter's body. He held Siyun's long, slender legs, his tongue gently nibbling and savoring her black-stockinged feet. The stockings added an air of mystery, a silky smoothness, a cool sensation that made him want to explore and savor them even more. As he licked her, her arches and toes twitched constantly, like a living little animal.

Her soles spread open, revealing a shallow groove of flesh on her smooth feet. He licked them with his tongue, and they immediately curled up, creating a few adorable creases. There was no unpleasant smell, only the fresh scent of a young girl's body and a faint trace of sweat.

Her transparent toenails, like shards of ice embedded in her cute toes, resembled round beads. Licking between her tightly closed toes sent shivers down Siyun's spine. Her small, beautiful feet were like tender lotus roots; through the black stockings, one could still see the skin on her soles, changing from pale orange to a soft, rosy red, making them irresistible.

While playing with his daughter's long, beautiful legs and feet, Lu Zhiyuan looked down at her. Siyun lay on her large bed in her bedroom, wearing black lingerie. Her snow-white skin was beginning to flush with a rosy hue, and her flushed face changed expressions of pleasure and ecstasy with his movements.

Watching her brow slowly relax, the man mischievously bit her toe lightly. "Ah...no..."

Siyun rolled over again, arching her back, her brows furrowed, responding honestly and sensually to her father's actions.

Her toes were being sucked and bitten, covered in sticky saliva. The warmth of his mouth and the coolness of the mucus, the sensitive soles being licked intermittently—Lu Siyun truly began to believe her father's teasing. She was a wanton woman; even before that penis had penetrated her, she was already almost dying of ecstasy.

If others saw her wanton state, she would be mortified.

She was still wearing a European-style corset-like black silk lingerie set, the elastic fabric accentuating her slender waist. Two semi-circular cups lifted her breasts from below, pushing the flesh, spread wide by gravity, high against her chest. The fabric of the upper cups barely covered half of her nipples, the lace edges barely concealing the pale pink areolas. For

the past two days, she had been constantly changing into the erotic outfits her father had bought her. These clothes, which she had never seen or heard of before, were all semi-revealing, even deliberately exposing her genitals. Whenever she wore them, she would immediately recall her lovemaking with her father. If he saw her shy yet bashful expression, it would immediately ignite another passionate sexual encounter.

She couldn't figure out if she wanted her father to be happy, or if she herself had fallen in love with this adult game. She had also cried out in climax, confessing her promiscuity. She was the daughter of her mother's wanton blood, and she feared becoming a bad woman like her mother.

At that moment, her father gently kissed away her tears, telling her that Siyun was his purest and most beloved woman, and that a woman's duty was to serve the man who strived for her. "

As long as Dad is happy, I'll do anything," she thought. Thinking this, the girl felt her slightly parted vulva tremble again, the inner walls contracting, and another stream of secretions slowly flowing down.

"Dad...I want..."

Siyun stretched out her arms, her fair little hands reaching for Lu Zhiyuan's body, wanting to touch him and tell him her desire.

Lu Zhiyuan also felt his erect penis harden painfully. Looking at his daughter's rosy vulva between her snow-white thighs, her black pubic hair already wet with clear, slightly white vaginal fluid, her labia trembling intermittently, her slender waist uncontrollably thrusting, wanting to get closer to him.

He pressed his thick, fleshy penis down, the rounded glans pressing against the wet opening. He wiggled it, the ping-pong ball-sized tip coated in lubricant, and asked smugly, "How will you ask?"

The answer to this question was clearly something Siyun found difficult to say. She bit her lip, shook her head, and arched her back, trying to entice him to penetrate her directly.

The man took a deep breath, struggling to control his lust, and teased her clitoris with the tip of his penis, determined to win this battle of desire.

Finally, the inexperienced girl gave in. After her sensitive clitoris was repeatedly teased, she blushed and stammered, "Please...please, little daddy, come...come to Siyun's lewd hot spring...mmm...I hate it..."

She let out a long, sticky moan of unbearable shyness, as if releasing the pent-up embarrassment within her.

Hearing his daughter's shy, awkward yet wanton invitation, Lu Zhiyuan's desire burned to its peak. Looking at his daughter's red, moist vulva, like a delicious clam, he aimed his large glans at the slightly open opening and thrust it in.

"Ah..."

Siyun opened her small mouth; her long-empty vagina was finally filled. The feeling of fullness was wonderful.

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