Daughter's Delight Series: Daughter's Lament

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

The food was on the table, and Duan Enze called several times, but there was no response from his daughter's room. He was a little worried that she might be sick. Standing at the door of his daughter's bedroom, his heart pounded faster and faster. His daughter was seventeen, graceful and charming. Her increasingly full breasts were a symbol of her youthful maturity. As his daughter grew older, Duan Enze began to fear entering that private space.

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

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

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

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

[This child, why is she sleeping like this?] Duan Enze wanted to go over and cover Yingying with the blanket, to check if his daughter had a cold or fever, but he found himself unable to move.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, what he dreaded most was the occasional glimpses of his daughter's beautiful body, like a gaping abyss gnawing at his moral compass. Especially in the last two years, as his daughter's physical development progressed, the time he spent alone with her became increasingly difficult to bear.

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

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

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

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

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

"I finished my homework yesterday." Yingying said nonchalantly. "Perverted dad, peeping at me." Yingying gave a mischievous smile, but the stiff smile seemed to carry a hint of reproach.

Duan Enze could have easily used his fatherly authority to reprimand his daughter, but perhaps due to his guilty conscience, he was too infatuated to argue, resorting to childish banter like a child unwilling to admit wrongdoing. "A girl shouldn't be sleeping like this, not even dressed properly." His confidence as a father seemed even weaker when it came to not wearing clothes.

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

He had just managed to suppress the alluring images in his mind, but now his daughter had stirred up a storm of desire within him. "Eat! Stop talking so much nonsense." Duan Enze feigned anger; he didn't know how he would handle this. His manhood suddenly twitched, thankfully under the table where his daughter couldn't see, otherwise she might think he had lewd thoughts—what would become of his fatherly dignity then?

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

"This is much cooler." Yingying said, taking a white wad of cloth from under the table and placing it on the surface.

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

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

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

[Take a shower!] Every word Yingying said seemed to entice him towards eroticism, and the more he tried to resist, the more he couldn't control himself. Only after Yingying closed the bathroom door did Duan Enze relax a little.

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

"Dad... what are you doing! Hehe!" His daughter had emerged from the bathroom sometime earlier and was staring blankly at Duan Enze, who was staring at the underwear on the table.

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

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

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

A father's discipline of his daughter was always a weakness. [If Chunping were here, things would be better.] A father's doting affection far surpassed that of a mother, and he was also quite hesitant about sensitive topics.

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

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

The bath towel only covered half of her breasts, and the two mounds of flesh squeezed out a thin slit in the middle. Her peach-like, tempting breasts made Duan Sze reluctant to withdraw his lewd gaze.

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

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

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

white bath towel must have been pushed off by the two of them, and this time it was even closer contact. The cool, smooth skin of his daughter left a tingling sensation on his arm. Duan Enze couldn't tell whether to feel fortunate or regretful. In the instant he turned his head, his daughter's graceful body was revealed beneath the fallen bath towel.

Her delicate breasts stood erect before him, the two pale pink nipples tempting him to kiss and bite, while a tuft of dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen aroused his most primal instincts.

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

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

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

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

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

However, his lonely and aroused penis needed release, otherwise he didn't know if he would go astray and lose control. He frantically stroked his penis, his daughter's naked body becoming the only image in his mind, an image that, despite his best efforts, couldn't be stopped from appearing.

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

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

"I need to pee." Yingying gently knocked on the door.

"Almost there, just a moment." Duan Enze was on the verge of ejaculation, but suddenly having to stop felt incredibly incomplete.

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

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

"I wasn't in a hurry! Oh! I can't wait any longer!" Yingying turned the lock, and the door opened with a click. In his haste, Duan Enze had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

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

The man's enormous member came into view. Seeing a male organ for the first time, Yingying's heart raced, and her young heart was shaken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you done? If you're done, let's go." It wasn't that Duan Enze didn't want to leave, but his clothes were on the hook by the door. To get dressed, he would have to go past Yingying, and without the towel on Yingying's head, he might be exposed again. He didn't want to take the risk, but it would increase the time the two of them would be alone naked.

"It's so big, can it go inside? It must hurt a lot, right?" The father and daughter's conversation was nonsensical and illogical, as if Yingying was answering her own questions.

"Is it done yet?" Sex education for teenage girls is the most difficult topic for every father to discuss, and the hardest to face. So, holding the idea that they should know by the time they grow up might ruin their daughter's life.

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

"What!" Duan Enze had his back to his daughter, not daring to turn around, only responding softly, but the question he feared most was still in front of him.

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

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

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

“Maybe it was from stimulation or…” How to explain it? He couldn't exactly say it was from seeing a naked woman that he got an erection. Duan Enze chose the most subtle language, but he hadn't figured out how to explain it clearly, and he was also worried that his daughter might misunderstand.

“Did you see… a naked woman?” Yingying seemed relaxed, while Duan Enze was at his wits' end.

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

“Then Daddy… was it because you saw me? Hehe.” Yingying giggled sweetly.

“Aren't you finished pooping yet?” Duan Enze was a little annoyed.

“Okay, okay! You're so annoying, you hypocritical daddy, hehe!” Yingying stuck out her tongue. “Eek! Where's the toilet paper?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Grown up, what's the difference? Growing up means I'm not Dad's daughter anymore." She might not really care, but Duan Enze couldn't not care. Especially the thought of his daughter's shapely buttocks facing his erect penis made him afraid he might lose control and make a terrible mistake.

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

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

Duan Enze handed the showerhead behind his back without turning around. In truth, he had been suppressing a voyeuristic urge, his heart pounding with barely suppressed, wicked thoughts.

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

[Ah?] Hearing his daughter talk about puberty, Duan Enze seemed somewhat at a loss, almost rushing out of the bathroom, but he couldn't move his legs, caught in a conflict between lust and reason.

"Dad...look!" Yingying seemed to still have the innocent mindset of a little girl. Perhaps she hadn't considered how tempting this was for a man; she might even be doing it on purpose. But why was she suddenly acting like this? Duan Enze didn't want to understand, nor dared to think about it too much.

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

"Dad...why aren't you looking?" Yingying rubbed her elbows and shoulders against her father's broad back shyly. "Is it...that you're afraid to look?" His daughter moved even closer, as if a soft mound of flesh was pressing against him, or perhaps it was just Duan Enze's imagination.

"Dad, you don't have any lewd thoughts, do you?" Yingying said, actually feeling embarrassed. The bold idea she had initially had even startled herself. But the youthful recklessness and curiosity of adolescence took precedence. Their nascent ethical awareness was merely a hollow theoretical concept to the new generation, and their exploration and experimentation with taboos became guinea pigs to satisfy their vanity.

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

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

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

"Hmm! Yingying has grown into a big girl." He should adjust his mindset. He had probably misunderstood his daughter, unable to suppress his ugly inner demons, letting his mind wander.

Yingying's glistening breasts, smooth and tempting like frozen pudding, were so firm and rounded that they were irresistible to touch, and hard not to arouse wicked thoughts. Duan Enze unconsciously compared them to his wife Chunping's breasts; Chunping's breasts, after childbirth, were noticeably sagging, and the dark red nipples had become dry and withered from breastfeeding.

"Hehe, really?" Yingying exclaimed happily, her father's approval undoubtedly the best praise, filling her with confidence. Women value their figures above all else.

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

"If your mother were here, knowing how naughty you are, she'd definitely spank you," Duan said, feigning seriousness, but his daughter's innocent expression made it impossible for him to be angry.

"Will Daddy spank my bottom?" Yingying asked dreamily, adding a question at the end, which made Duan Enze's suppressed lust boil over again. "Will Daddy take off Yingying's pants and spank her?" the daughter asked mischievously, deliberately trying to make her father uncomfortable.

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

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

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

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

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

"How could Daddy hate Yingying? I like her so much." Duan reached out to grab his daughter's shoulder out of habit, but then realized something and pulled back.

"Really?" Yingying immediately smiled through her tears and continued. "Dad hasn't said yet, which one is bigger, me or Mom?"

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

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

"Ah... um." Duan Enze didn't know how to answer this awkward question, stammering and covering his face.

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

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

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

"And mine, is it bigger than Mom's?" Eleven or twelve-year-old girls are just beginning their physical development, and their memories of their mothers' figures aren't very clear, but their mothers are the only thing they can compare themselves to.

Duan Enze felt like he was going crazy. As a father, he was actually holding his daughter's breasts, though not willingly.

Yingying's serious smile couldn't tolerate such filthy thoughts. Duan Enze wished he could face his daughter with the same composure he had seven or eight years ago, but the youthful body of a teenager was completely different from that of a nine or ten-year-old child.

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

"Mmm... Daddy's hands are so warm, so comfortable." Yingying's rosy cheeks were alluring, her soft breath wafting like orchids, instantly evoking tenderness.

Duan Enze was both captivated and terrified by his daughter's passionate and seductive demeanor. Every father longed to enjoy the warmth of his children's embrace, but the bond between father and daughter was limited to familial love; the forbidden zone of incest could not be crossed even slightly. However, Yingying's repeated challenges to the limits of morality were something he absolutely could not accept.

"Yingying, if you keep doing this, Daddy will really get angry, won't he?" Duan Enze shook his head. He truly hoped that the seductive desire in Yingying's eyes was just an illusion, that her current actions were an unintentional joke. He had a premonition that Yingying might actually be doing it on purpose. From pretending to sleep naked, to being exposed in the kitchen, to now bathing together, he desperately didn't want to believe it was real.

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

"Dad, don't hate me!" Emotion and despair were separated by a fine line; her eyes were brimming with tears, as if they might fall at any moment. "I just want you to touch me, Dad, is that too much to ask?" Yingying gripped her father's hands tightly to her chest, as if that warmth might be snatched away at any moment. "Can't even this small request be granted? Does Dad not like Yingying anymore?" Yingying's voice trembled, almost a sob.

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

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

"Dad... I won't get hurt, isn't Dad here with me?" Yingying's dejection vanished instantly, a single tear clinging to the corner of her eye, and her reassuring smile resonated in Duan Enze's heart.

Yingying's hands tightened their grip, as if hinting that her father wanted to knead her breasts; her troubled face was etched with a yearning for carnal pleasure.

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

Truly Chunping's daughter, the two shared so many similarities. From their facial features to their expressions, they were almost identical.

Duan Enze passively kneaded Yingying's tender breasts, as if he had returned to the time when Chunping was alive; the ambiguity of their intimacy felt like yesterday, and long-dormant desires were rekindled.

"Uh..." A rough, large hand covered her soft, supple breasts, the fleshy mounds shifting between flat and pointed, like a small boat on a lake, seemingly within reach but unattainable. "Dad... touch..." Yingying pulled her father's hand, intending to pull it downwards. "Touch... down there..."

Duan Enze didn't explicitly refuse, but his grip loosened slightly as his daughter pulled. As a man, Duan Enze felt anticipation for that mysterious valley, but as a father, he felt some resistance. His bottom line of not penetrating was too low; once he touched a woman's clitoris, it was hard to resist. Could he withstand such a test? Could he uphold his principles as a father and continue this passionate, indulgent game with his daughter?

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

His palm brushed against an erect nipple—his daughter's sensual reaction. As he slid down from the towering mountain peak to the plain, Duan Enze's heart pounded with fear. Should he continue or stop? Duan Enze hesitated.

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

Duan Enze's indecisiveness had already caused him to miss the best opportunity to decide. The fall from the plain to the stream was only a fleeting moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[This can't go on.] Duan Enze's weakened reason issued a final warning, and then his hand, trapped between his daughter's thighs, could not be withdrawn. A lonely, desolate emotion instinctively controlled his body; wasn't this what he wanted most? A forty-five-year-old man also had needs, needs that couldn't be extinguished by relentless work, selfless love for his daughter, or solitary masturbation. It was just deeply hidden, suppressed in some corner by self-torture, ready to erupt mercilessly at the slightest provocation, even if the target was his own daughter, and Yingying just happened to play that role.

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

His wet, flower-like lips sucked on his fingertips, his daughter twisting her hips to force his fingers to stir at the entrance of her honey pot. His salty fingers, bound by ethics, did not give the appropriate response, or perhaps this was the father's greatest indulgence.

"Dad...hug me!" Yingying cried out sadly, perhaps because she did not get what she expected. In fact, this was the biggest hint the girl could directly say. What she expected was the entry of a penis, to become one with her beloved, not just a painless touch on her sensitive area.

Duan Enze also understood his daughter's reaction; her mature flower was already ready to be plucked, her honey pot lubricated to the point of fully accepting affection.

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

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

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

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

However, the sincere embrace not only strengthened the bond between father and daughter, but also rekindled their waning desire. Her soft, juicy breasts pressed against Duan Enze's broad chest, and he wasn't the only one experiencing this flutter.

Taking advantage of her father's tight embrace, Yingying wrapped one leg around Duan Enze's waist, forcefully rising on her tiptoes as if trying to bring her breasts closer to his burning member.

Perhaps due to the height difference, when the 160cm tall daughter and the 175cm tall father embraced, even though Yingying had long legs and tried her best to stand on tiptoe, her hard penis could only slide from her lower abdomen to her mons pubis.

Duan Enze noticed Yingying clinging to his neck and climbing upwards, his glans rubbing against a lush thicket of pubic hair. Their genitals were so close that Duan Enze almost had the urge to lift his daughter's buttocks and thrust into her honey pot; it was just a fleeting thought, and Duan Enze was horrified by his own idea. Seeing Yingying in his arms like a time bomb, she could shatter him at any moment.

Yingying probably also felt that things were somewhat different from what he had imagined, so she compromised and begged, "Dad... kiss me..."

"Don't do this." Duan Enze suddenly became unusually clear-headed, knowing that any more ambiguous actions now could very likely cause them both to succumb. “You said you'd be obedient! You can't be willful.” However, Yingying practically clung to his neck, leaving him no chance to escape.

“Just one kiss, okay!” Yingying clung to Duan Enze, affectionately snuggling, her two pink nipples rubbing against her father's chest. The flirtatious gesture, coupled with the allure of her pubic hair rubbing against his glans, stirred Duan Enze's lonely heartstrings.

His daughter's repeated unusual actions were tantamount to blatant provocation. Men are always powerless against a woman's allure, including a father's, which is why Duan Enze felt his heart pounding. Every potentially abrupt change in intimacy made him extremely nervous and hesitant. It was precisely because of his indecisiveness that his daughter's reckless behavior succeeded, leading her step by step into a trap of tender passion.

Duan Enze wasn't without reason to believe his daughter was tempting him to commit a crime; he was deceiving himself, unwilling to admit it. Because if he had unhesitatingly concluded that Yingying was wrong, he should have resolutely stopped her. Selfishly, he thought that a harsh reprimand might cause his daughter to rebel, hurting his feelings and potentially pushing her into someone else's arms—the outcome would be predictable. Perhaps this was all just a convenient excuse Duan Enze had found for his sins.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit," Yingying pleaded desperately, finally receiving a hug in return. Perhaps Duan Enze genuinely wanted to satisfy his daughter's request quickly, hoping to shut her up and escape this dangerous entanglement.

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

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

Duan Enze was both annoyed and amused; who was really being unreasonable? Kissing on the lips wasn't something a father and daughter should do. Touching Yingying's private parts just now was already a major taboo; how could he continue unrestrained?

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

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

"Waaah... Daddy's yelling at me!" Whether from shock or deliberate pretense, tears welled up in Yingying's eyes instantly. "I'm going to tell Mommy! Daddy's bullying me!"

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

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

Those slightly parted, moist cherry lips and those deep, tearful eyes were incredibly alluring; just looking at them would make one's heart race. If it were Chunping instead of Yingying in his arms, Duan Enze would surely feel genuine happiness. However, the object of his affection was his own daughter, and the guilt of his conscience tormented him, especially the fact that father and daughter were embracing in the bathroom, barely clothed, doing something shameful.

"Mmm..." Yingying responded cheerfully, as if eagerly anticipating it.

His daughter's breath brushed against his face; the closer they got, the more the intense heat and burning sensation made his mind wander, and the more excruciating the pain became. He felt sorry

for his departed wife, and he felt guilty towards his daughter's innocence; that sordid sin could never be washed away.

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

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

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

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

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

Duan Enze nodded. He was used to his daughter's additional requests when she agreed to his demands. What he was most eager to do now was to keep his distance from his daughter. He would agree to ten requests, let alone one, as long as they weren't too outrageous. Unfortunately, he forgot to remind Yingying that it could only be one.

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

"Yes." Finally, he had a legitimate reason to urge his daughter to get down. "I've answered, you should get down now, sweetie! Baby." Duan Enze was determined to answer even the most private questions quickly; he only had one chance.

"Is Daddy so annoying? He doesn't even want to hold me a little longer." Yingying looked at her father with a wronged and sad expression. He hadn't planned it all

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, just one last one." Duan Enze tried to use the same trick again.

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

Typical little girl, speaking without restraint. But coming from seventeen, it carries a deeper meaning.

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

"Because your mother and I have love, and Yingying and I have fatherly affection." Of course, reasoning is the most effective method, but it still lacks evidence to convince someone, and his daughter seized on the loophole.

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

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

“No, this isn’t over. You haven’t explained the reason clearly.” Yingying said, snuggling closer to her father, intentionally rubbing her naked body against him to confuse him.

Could this issue be explained so clearly? Duan Enze sighed inwardly, after all, it involved a private matter that was difficult to discuss.

“You are Daddy’s daughter, that’s the reason.” It seemed that there was no other way but to use a forceful strategy. Constantly delaying or trying to appease him would only make him sink deeper.

“Is it really because I’m Daddy’s daughter?” Yingying looked disdainful. “Isn’t it because Daddy is afraid that after kissing you, he won’t be able to control himself and will want to enter Yingying’s body?” Perhaps because she thought of the implications of ‘entering the body,’ Yingying’s face flushed even more. Yingying’s words didn’t seem like she was ignorant about sex.

Her daughter’s words hit the nail on the head, piercing through Duan Enze’s long-standing concerns, but he never expected them to come from Yingying’s mouth. Duan Enze could neither admit nor deny it; the erect penis sandwiched between father and daughter was the best proof.

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

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

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

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

with his daughter. The choice between closeness and distance tormented Duan Enze, yet there seemed to be no way out. Either he would leave a sordid and despicable image in his daughter's heart, or he would fall into her trap, bearing a lifetime of guilt and blame. Under normal circumstances, no one would have the courage to choose momentary pleasure for a lifetime of torment, but human reason is most vulnerable at this moment. Greedy lust made him forget the severity of the consequences, because Duan Enze didn't fully realize that his daughter would set such a trap. He preferred to believe that Yingying was merely curious about sex, and he preferred to control the situation, minimizing the harm to his daughter.

When he touched those alluring lips again, and his tongue darted out, Duan Enze's fragile rationality crumbled in an instant. The touch of tongue against tongue was like an explosion of desire and conviction.

Yingying's passionate and domineering kisses, her constant sucking and biting of Duan Enze's lips and tongue, created a thin, oxygen-deprived

atmosphere between father and daughter, causing them to lose their ability to think. Pursued and entangled by his wet kisses, Duan Enze felt as if he had returned to the blissful days of many years ago, his enormous penis pressing against his daughter's lower abdomen aroused even more intensely. Yingying clearly felt the pulsation at the base of his penis, and in response, she thrust upwards with all her might, intending to let that thick weapon slide between her legs. Unfortunately, without her father's initiative to lower his waist and lift her up, it was impossible for his penis to penetrate her.

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

Duan Enze lingered in the throes of passion, his wife's and daughter's faces flashing through his mind. The long-awaited passionate kiss awakened his long-suppressed lust; his lonely body and mind yearned to break free from the shackles of morality and ethics, to unleash his wild instincts.

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

[No!] Duan Enze reflexively pulled back, his penis arcing through the air before springing into a moist hollow.

If touching his daughter's forbidden valley allowed him to maintain a degree of composure and clarity, then when his penis was enveloped in warm, sticky fluid, his aggrieved body was uncontrollably aroused. Duan Enze didn't know how long he could hold on; intense lust burned through his resolve. With his hand around Yingying's lower back, a mere ten centimeters downward would be enough to lift her buttocks and easily insert his penis into her wet, fleshy opening.

Every crime is preceded by a motive; the motive to violate his daughter had already been planted in his mind, making incestuous acts between father and daughter a possibility that could occur at any moment.

What was hateful was that his daughter was even swaying her pink buttocks, letting his penis, already lodged in her moist, flower-like opening, rub against her sweet lips, as if worried that Duan Enze's will was too stubborn. His

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

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

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

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

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

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

His daughter's sweet, coquettish manner, coupled with her wet body, would be irresistible to any man. Heaven knows if he could resist the temptation of his daughter's body again.

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

Duan Enze's weakened will, riddled with holes, couldn't withstand any further provocation. Just thinking about arching his back against his daughter's round, pert buttocks made his desire irresistible. Looking at his daughter's shy eyes, mixed with disappointment and expectation, it was hard to believe that she had acted on impulse due to unfulfilled desire. But if she truly knew her mistake and repented, wouldn't a firm refusal be too cruel?

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

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

His daughter's smooth, supple back muscles held a different kind of allure than her naked body facing him directly, subtly outlining the mysterious and sensual lines of a woman. He could embrace her alluring, soft body from behind, grasp her full breasts, and then plunge his penis into her hidden, throbbing depths—a natural and intimate act. He and Chunping had once made love in this position in the bathroom, and now his daughter was waiting for his embrace and entry in the same way. A sense of melancholy and unease, a mixture of past memories and present circumstances, surged within Duan Enze.

He hesitated, holding the cotton swab, his throbbing penis pulsating with the urge to enter. Yingying's rounded buttocks seemed like a premonition, the gates of desire opening wide for him.

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

[Often…] Duan Enze imagined the erotic scenes of him wiping his naked daughter's back every time, and he worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself every time. Even now, he was feeling restless and unable to control himself.

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

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

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

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep doing this, Daddy will really get angry." Duan Enze blushed, stifled by Yingying's teasing words. "I wouldn't even think about that kind of thing." Duan Enze argued, believing that this was his true intention as a father.

Yingying knew that Duan Enze wouldn't really get angry, because he always got angry silently and without warning; any prior explanation was just a well-intentioned reminder. "Then why is Daddy staring at my butt?" Yingying had a sudden inspiration; wasn't this a perfect opportunity? "I'm not talking nonsense. Daddy is just being hypocritical, daring to think... but not daring to admit it. Humph... I despise you." Yingying looked disdainful, completely distrustful. "If Daddy really didn't want to, he wouldn't have hesitated to put it under his daughter like he did just now, right?" His daughter's words brought back memories of the thrilling and dangerous moment. His penis had almost slipped into his daughter's wet and tender vulva. He didn't dare to take that risk again, but he was already caught in Yingying's trap and couldn't back down.

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

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

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

But now another problem arose. In the cramped bathroom, while wiping his daughter's back, his erect penis was hard to avoid touching her buttocks. In such an awkward atmosphere, Duan Enze didn't dare to get too close, but that meant he couldn't touch the upper part of Yingying's back muscles. After hesitating for a long time, Duan Enze had no choice but to start from her lower back.

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

"Oh!" Duan Enze awkwardly hummed in response, quickly moving his hand away from his daughter's plump buttocks. Feeling guilty, he couldn't blame Yingying for her indiscreet remarks.

He had no choice but to hold the brocade cake as close to his daughter's body as possible, reaching towards the back of her neck with his other hand, while supporting his swollen penis against his lower abdomen. However, this meant he could only rub his daughter's back with much less force, almost like a gentle pat to dry a wet spot.

Of course, Yingying was unhappy. "Dad! What do you mean? What are you doing? Why don't you hold my back and rub it harder?" Yingying turned her head and stared at him with a strange look, almost like an adult scolding a child. "You talk so righteously, but if you didn't have feelings for Yingying, why don't you dare come near me? You lecherous dad, you stinky dad! I hate you!"

Every word Yingying spoke seemed to condemn his behavior; he felt utterly ashamed of his daughter's trust. More and more obscene images were influencing him; whether it was his daughter's deliberate seduction or just unreasonable behavior, he couldn't shirk responsibility. "Dad..." Yingying waited for about twenty seconds, but Duan Enze's hand still didn't reach out. Turning around, she found Duan Enze awkwardly holding a cotton biscuit, one hand supporting his erect penis. "Dad..." Yingying's call turned into a coquettish murmur! "Is Daddy uncomfortable like this?" She pointed to Duan Enze's crotch. "Want some?" Yingying bit her fingertip, her shy expression making her incredibly alluring, her unspoken words swaying with a seductive tremor, arousing Duan Enze's desire for the soft, fleshy mounds.

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

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

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

It was indeed time to cool down. Duan Enze did not object and obediently faced the wall as his daughter wished.

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

silent response was that one of her hands, which was on her waist, slid down to Duan Enze's crotch. The second time his penis was grasped, Duan Enze was startled. Her smooth little hand began to stroke it without any awkwardness.

"Dad... I know you're in pain! Let me help you!" Yingying whispered softly, her voice filled with tenderness.

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

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

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

“Yingying, is there anything on your mind that you want to tell Daddy?” Duan Enze removed his hand from his daughter’s wrist, a familiar feeling taking him back to distant memories.

“I…” Yingying hesitated, wavering, probably unsure how to begin. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it yet… Can we do it later?” Yingying rubbed her face against Duan Enze’s back muscles, as if searching for a more comfortable spot. The soft flesh rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally as Yingying moved.

The caress in his daughter’s hand was much gentler and more pleasurable than his own rough masturbation. However, perhaps due to Yingying's lack of experience with men and women, her pace remained constant, neither fast nor slow. Although she accumulated considerable pleasure, she never quite reached the climax.

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

"Mmm..." Duan Enze hoped he could finish quickly to end this absurd and forbidden game.

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

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

"Is it Yingying who did something wrong?" Yingying asked in surprise, and also felt ashamed. "Is this how it's supposed to be?" Yingying straightened up slightly, letting her breasts brush against her father's back, her small hand gripping his penis quickening its pace.

The buds in her chest hardened rapidly from the friction against his back muscles, the gentle scraping of the two nipples tantalizing Duan Enze's heartstrings. Even Chunping had never been so unrestrained; hearing his daughter's soft moans only fueled Duan Enze's arousal.

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

Whether it was his daughter's passionate reaction or a deliberate moan, it was, at least to Duan Enze, an incredibly lewd and seductive melody. His daughter's wanton moans sent chills down his spine. Such temptation was too deadly; the urge to break through moral boundaries surged forth.

"Dad...not yet?" Yingying seemed exhausted from the intense arching and rubbing, her heavy breathing hitting Duan Enze's back. Her tender, soft flesh continuously caressed and squeezed his back from top to bottom. Sometimes her nipples lightly brushed against him, sometimes they slowly pushed against him. It made Duan Enze's heart tingle with pleasure, his soul trembling.

"Yingying...that's enough! Don't..." Seeing his daughter so exhausted because of him, he felt ashamed and annoyed. He wanted to stop her from making things difficult, but he had misjudged the situation.

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

"No! It's not Yingying's fault! It's Daddy's fault." Duan Enze turned around to comfort his heartbroken daughter, withdrawing his penis from Yingying's hand. Although he felt a slight reluctance, he immediately felt relieved. The momentary physical pleasure had brought with it an incredibly heavy psychological burden.

"Really?" Yingying seemed relieved, her flushed face relaxing considerably, though she still seemed quite worried. "But it!" Yingying looked down at the abnormally swollen, purplish-red glans. "It's alright, it

'll be fine in a bit!" Duan Enze was genuinely afraid his daughter would misunderstand him and do something even more outrageous.

"Yingying wants Daddy to ejaculate, I heard..." The curiosity and discussion about sex among seventeen-year-old girls isn't as taboo as legend suggests. Perhaps due to societal changes, today's teenagers have become more open about sex with the widespread use of internet culture. "If boys are always... always hard... it's... bad for their health!" She was still a girl, and expressing things about relationships, even intentionally, was still embarrassing. She looked at her father with heartache, worrying about something that wasn't her concern. Was it because she lost her mother too early that she subconsciously took on the role of the mistress of the house?

[Wanting Daddy to ejaculate!] Yingying's words echoed endlessly, their meaning clear without needing words. Was his daughter's sacrifice merely a momentary whim? Or...? The thought of oral sex repeatedly surfaced in his mind. He knew his physical desires, yet he suppressed them even more. Duan Enze thought it was outrageous for his father to make his daughter kiss his penis, yet the temptation to break free of his inhibitions was so stimulating. "Don't listen to nonsense. What are you little girls always talking about?" Duan Enze became displeased. Yingying's words weren't entirely wrong, but he absolutely couldn't let things escalate. Whether it was anticipation or worry, Duan Enze's heart was pounding wildly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yingying..." Duan Enze called out anxiously, but didn't stop her. As a man, a man who had been lonely for six years, his physical needs couldn't be completely buried by reason; this was something that caused Duan Enze both pain and helplessness.

Yingying's slender hand once again grasped Duan Enze's hard penis. Her rosy cheeks exuded charm, her half-closed, alluring eyes gazing seductively at her father, her slightly parted lips inching closer to the purplish-red glans.

Hot breath sprayed onto his glans, and Duan Enze could almost imagine the texture of her moist lips touching his penis. "Yingying...don't..." It was a symbolic resistance, or a reasonable excuse for his lack of consent, rather than a deliberate attempt to violate moral boundaries.

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

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

Duan Enze wished Yingying could use her agile lips, like during their passionate kiss, to suck on his penis as if it were his tongue. But his selfish indulgence of his daughter had already driven him to the brink of collapse; how could he dare to guide her to perform oral sex on him

again? The throbbing, painful penis felt as sweet as if it were melting in his daughter's mouth, simultaneously clouding Duan Enze's senses. His glans, tingling with pleasure, was filled with illicit desires. Pushing his daughter away was as painful and difficult as pulling himself out of a drunken stupor or escaping quicksand, but Duan Enze at least knew he was still a father, and he couldn't let this dangerous game continue. "Stop! I've already wronged your mother; I can't wrong you too!" He cupped his daughter's pretty face and slowly pushed her away, perhaps a last vestige of his humanity stubbornly holding him back.

"Is Daddy not feeling well? Did Yingying do something wrong?" His daughter looked up at Duan Enze sadly, spitting out her father's penis, but still clutching it tightly in her little hand, as if afraid of losing it.

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

Duan Enze could no longer care about his daughter's aggrieved face, and hurriedly fled the bathroom, locking himself in his room, burying his head in the pillow like a child. [Chunping...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't raise my daughter well, I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father! I...I'm such a beast!] The lingering taste of his penis melting in Yingying's mouth lingered, entwining and tormenting him, making his head feel like it was about to explode, yet he couldn't shake off his daughter's fragrant body, the tender, smooth peach and flower sac repeatedly stimulating his mind.

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

"You're a fucking pervert! You actually raped your own daughter! Do you have any humanity?!" "Don't talk to this beast, aren't you afraid of getting your mouth dirty?!" "Do you deserve to be a father? Even your own daughter… I was blind." "You're not human! Get out! I don't have a brother like you! Get out of my house!"…

"No… I didn't… Let me explain…! No… no… it's not like that…" Duan Enze jumped up, only to realize that the curses and contempt from his relatives, colleagues, and neighbors were just a nightmare.

He didn't know how much time had passed; he had probably fallen asleep from exhaustion. It was pitch black outside; it must have been very late. [What time is it?] He prepared breakfast and dinner for his daughter every day. [I haven't made dinner yet; I'm afraid Yingying will go hungry!] Duan Enze jumped out of bed and quickly turned on the light to check the time.

[It's so late.] It was already past nine o'clock at night. "[Has Yingying eaten?]" Even if his daughter made a terrible mistake, in Duan Enze's eyes she would always be his precious child, and her health was his top priority.

He opened the door; the living room was still dark. Seeing that his daughter's bedroom door was closed, he assumed she was asleep. "[She has school tomorrow, I wonder if she's eaten.]" At seventeen, she certainly wouldn't let herself go hungry, but as parents, it's impossible not to worry. Besides, what happened at noon—he wondered if his daughter would overthink things.

'Thump...bang...!' Duan Enze stepped lightly on something.

By the light from the room, he was surprised to find two side dishes and rice placed by the door. He vaguely remembered someone calling him to eat; it wasn't a dream.

Duan Enze felt another pang of guilt. He hadn't taken good care of Yingying; instead, his daughter was taking care of him. "[Yingying, you've grown up.]" The greatest joy for parents is seeing their children grow up, but the current situation made Duan Enze feel even more guilty.

Eating the meal cooked by his daughter, Duan Enze felt happy, yet the sight of her alluring body brought a bitter taste. The complex emotions—sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy—reflected his truest feelings at that moment. He

quietly cleared the dishes and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He hadn't yet sorted out how to face the future. Should he pretend nothing had happened, or should he have a frank conversation with his daughter? Duan Enze felt lost. Discussing sex with his daughter was never an easy topic, whether as a father, a man, or a friend, and he was in a disadvantaged and passive position.

*Clack...clack...clack...* The sound of his daughter's slippers came from the living room. Duan Enze hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled the covers up and lay down.

*Squeak...creak* The bathroom door opened and closed. [Did she kick the dishes and wake Yingying?] For some reason, every tiny sound his daughter made tugged at Duan Enze's nerves. He could almost hear the rushing water in the bathroom and even imagine the jet of water gushing from her lower body.

'Whoosh..., plop... plop... plop..., creak...' The series of actions from flushing the toilet to getting up and opening the door abruptly stopped in front of his daughter's bedroom. Just as Duan Enze was wondering what was going on, his daughter's footsteps moved to his room.

"Dad... Dad!" Yingying called tentatively.

The more anxious he was, the more likely it was to happen. Duan Enze was most afraid of what was happening to the other side, so he pretended to be asleep and ignored her.

Seeing no response from inside the room, Duan Yingying hesitated for a moment before turning to leave. However, she didn't go to her own room but to the kitchen. It turned out that Yingying was concerned about whether he had eaten. He had

truly judged her with his own petty mind. His daughter's concern touched Duan Enze deeply, and he couldn't bring himself to blame her for her excessive behavior at noon.

"Dad...are you asleep?" Yingying returned to Duan Enze's door and asked softly.

But being alone with his daughter, Duan Enze couldn't help but be moved. He didn't respond and continued to pretend to be asleep, hoping Yingying would think he was asleep and leave. [Is something wrong? She won't come in, will she?] Perhaps it was the heat; Duan Enze wasn't wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxer shorts, lying half-naked on the bed. Afraid that getting up would be heard by his daughter, he didn't dare go to get a shirt.

"I! Can I come in?" Yingying hesitated at the door, her thoughtful tone making Duan Enze unable to remain indifferent.

This wasn't at all what Duan Enze had imagined. Yingying seemed determined to come in. [What does she want?] He was wondering when the lock turned. The pale yellow light from outside shone in; he knew his daughter had entered. Her footsteps approached softly, and Duan Enze's heart clenched even tighter. Today was different, completely unlike usual, with a strange feeling.

Duan Enze didn't have the habit of locking the door; it was an inevitable consequence of being a parent for many years. Even while sleeping, he always had one ear closed to his child—presumably, every parent felt this way. The last time he locked the door was probably out of a psychological need to escape!

"There are some things... I've thought about them for a long time. Can I tell Daddy?" A sudden pressure came from the other side of the mattress, and Duan Enze could clearly feel the fragrance emanating from his daughter's body behind him.

[Can't it be tomorrow? Was it during the day... because of what happened during the day? What happened? Could it be that she's in love? But...] Duan Enze's thoughts became increasingly chaotic and anxious.

"Daddy's still awake, right? Didn't you say that if Yingying has something on her mind, she can tell Daddy?" Yingying turned slightly, not leaning over, but making Duan Enze's palms sweat. A

late-night heart-to-heart talk was somewhat unpredictable. Considering his daughter's sudden and unrestrained 'prank' during the day, Duan Enze instinctively felt that tonight's topic was unusual.

"Dad... are you listening?" The daughter still cared about her father's reaction. As a girl about to become an adult, she also had times when she wanted to hear her elders' opinions, especially when she was unsure of what to do.

"I know you're not asleep yet, Dad!" Yingying said shyly. "I want to hug Dad. Dad... is that okay?" Duan Enze was in a dilemma. If he didn't let his daughter come closer, he would be admitting that he had been pretending to sleep, and it would also ruin the atmosphere for their conversation. What if it was just a casual chat? Even if it was a very private topic, he could use the opportunity to guide her. However, acquiescing was still somewhat dangerous. He had been fooled once before, so he was naturally wary.

[If Chunping were here, they would probably be lying together talking, right?] Actually, this was more comfortable than face-to-face; there was an invisible pressure when their eyes met. But the intimacy between a mother and daughter was completely different from that between a father and daughter.

The daughter lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled behind Duan Enze. Her faint fragrance enveloped Duan Enze's taste buds. Yingying's soft flesh pressed against his firm back muscles through the thin fabric. The daughter had actually taken the initiative to lie on his bed.

“Dad… I’ve fallen for a boy.” His daughter’s slender hand slipped under Duan Enze’s armpit and climbed up his chest. “He’s mentioned many times that he wants to take things further with me.” Yingying’s accelerated heartbeat transmitted through her back, and she hugged her father tightly with her soft hands, letting Duan Enze share in her inner turmoil.

[Going further! Is it hugging, kissing, or... Are young people these days so open?] Going further, after holding hands, they've established a romantic relationship; going further means hugging, kissing; and going even further means caressing and sleeping together, right? [Has it already come to that?] Luckily, his daughter told him now, otherwise, he would have been devastated if she cried in front of him while heavily pregnant. Duan Enze didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Had he been too uncaring towards his daughter? Had he not even noticed the signs of her early romance?

His penis was throbbing, and the phrase "going further" had stirred up his desires. As a father, Duan Enze was no exception, and with his daughter's breasts pressed against his back, how could he not be moved?

"I know he's a womanizer, but I just can't help liking him." Yingying buried her head in Duan Enze's hair, and the hot breath on his neck made him feel restless. "I love his handsomeness, his manly charm, and his free-spirited, slightly rebellious nature. In short... I can't stop thinking about him." His daughter's confession pierced Duan Enze's heart like a thorn. Not only had his daughter, whom he had raised with such difficulty for over a decade, ended up marrying someone else, but the man who wanted to possess her was also a young, womanizing playboy. He

could only suppress his anger. He still had a chance to warn his daughter, but the difficult thing was, once a woman falls madly in love, she truly doesn't care about the consequences. How could he explain this to her? Duan Enze pondered in his mind. Just as Duan Enze was about to speak, Yingying spoke first.

"I really want to give it to him! I love the feeling of him touching me, kissing me, it's so sweet, so warm." Yingying seemed lost in happy memories. But to Duan Enze, these words were like a thorn in his side. His chest tightened, but he couldn't scold her. At this moment, the most important thing was to guide her, but he hadn't yet figured out where to begin.

“But I don’t want to give him my first time, because I know he won’t be my husband, he won’t be with me for life.” Yingying’s tone changed abruptly, and she suddenly seemed more mature. “However, I still really want to do it with him. Because I like him.” Yingying’s explicit expression of her desire to have sex with a man surprised Duan Enze, a stark contrast to her naive and ignorant demeanor at noon. [What? Do it? Does she mean…] His daughter was only seventeen, not even fully mature yet, and she was already trying to taste the forbidden fruit? If that’s the case, he had to stop her no matter what. Duan Enze shrugged, preparing to get up, but Yingying held him tightly and continued before he could.

“Dad, I know you must be very unhappy, but let me finish first, then you can be angry, okay? I’ll give you an explanation.” Yingying knew her father well, and before he could explode, she gave him a strong preemptive strike, and also gave him a reason to continue ‘pretending to be asleep.’ Of course, it wasn’t impossible that only in this way would she have the courage to finish the story. “The day before yesterday, I was on duty. After school, it was just him and me in the classroom.” Duan Enze was considering telling his daughter about the importance of chastity for girls when her recollection interrupted his thoughts. [What was she trying to tell me?] Duan Enze swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, filled with doubt. He really wanted to know what had happened to Yingying.

“He closed the door and hugged me from behind.” Yingying hugged her father, recounting the scene at school that day in a seemingly calm tone. “I really liked his warm embrace; it made me feel very comfortable.” Yingying didn’t seem very reserved; perhaps it was easier to let down one’s guard at night, and also easier to indulge oneself.

“He kissed my neck, it tickled, and he touched my chest through my clothes from the front. But I didn’t refuse… because his kiss made me feel safe, and his touch made me feel relaxed. Later, when he unhooked my bra, I didn’t object; I also wanted him to touch me from inside.” Listening to his daughter’s tenderness with another boy, Duan Enze was both excited and indignant, and couldn’t help but connect the dots with his daughter’s words. It was like witnessing another man taking advantage of his daughter, a heart-wrenching experience akin to catching one's wife cheating, yet he couldn't help but want to continue listening.

Duan Enze involuntarily became erect, as if it were himself embracing his daughter from behind, not the male classmate he loathed. He played with his daughter's breasts in his hands, the smooth texture seemingly recreated in his palms.

[She'd already taken off her bra, yet she let that man put his hands inside. How could she be so shameless? And in broad daylight in the classroom, wasn't she afraid of being seen and expelled? It was too much.] Duan Enze's blood rushed to his head, and he could barely control the anger raging in his chest.

"When he reached inside my shirt and touched my breasts, you know, I immediately felt something, um... how should I put it, I was wet down there... I wanted it." Yingying clung to her father, wriggling, as if she herself felt something as she said those words.

[Wet down there, wanted it...] These words exploded in Duan Enze's mind. The image of his daughter lying on the bed, her exposed vulva, and the sticky, wet crotch in the bathroom immediately flashed before Duan Enze's eyes, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to penetrate her.

"Later, his hand even went under my skirt..." Before her father could react, Yingying continued, pulling Duan Enze's thoughts to another point.

Just as his own hand was being pulled to his daughter's private parts, the imagined scene overlapped with the bathroom scene, and the slippery sensation returned to Duan Enze's fingers. "I like him touching my buttocks, I even let him put his hand inside my underwear." Her round, firm buttocks were elastic and soft, and holding them in his hands evoked a reluctant urge, a desire to penetrate deeper into her alluring paradise. The smooth, bouncy texture of Yingying's buttocks caused his penis to rapidly swell and harden like iron. It wasn't that he was having lustful thoughts; every man would be aroused at this moment.

[She actually let a boy put his hand inside her underwear, and if she continued, she'd probably take her underwear off too, and they'd be having sex right there at school.] The thought of his daughter so wantonly doing lewd things with male classmates in the classroom made his penis throb painfully. The image of a boy and a girl having sex on a desk, from an adult film, had become a reality, with his own daughter as the female lead.

Duan Enze's blood surged; feigning sleep was no longer an option to escape or control him. He almost jumped up and blurted out a curse. [Is this the reason Yingying wanted to give me? I can't let her continue like this. I've spoiled her too much;

I can't let her go on like this.] Duan Enze was already considering punishment. "He kept telling me he loved me in my ear. Although I knew it wasn't true, my heart was itching, and I wanted to believe it was his true feeling." The warm breath his daughter exhaled on the back of his neck was like the boy's breath on Yingying's neck, constantly arousing his desire.

"He made me turn around and started kissing me. I felt him taking off my underwear, but my body was limp and I didn't want to move. I... I don't know, maybe I was a little expectant of him taking off my underwear." Yingying said, wrapping her legs around Duan Enze's thighs. Her cool skin against his thighs felt indescribably wonderful.

[Expectant?] "She's practically ready to strip naked and let others have their way with her. Has she forgotten all the morals and shame she was taught over the years?" Duan Enze felt a deep sorrow, unconsciously feeling the cruel irony of fate. "Why is this happening? Is God punishing me like this?" After losing his beloved, he now faced trouble with his daughter. If it were just a matter of studies, he could find a way to solve it, but it was the most difficult thing for a father and daughter to communicate about—physical and emotional

issues. "His kisses are so domineering, so sweet. He keeps sucking on my tongue and squeezing his saliva onto me." Yingying rubbed her face against Duan Enze's shoulder shyly. It took a lot of courage to talk about such a private and embarrassing topic.

Did Yingying learn the way she used her tongue when kissing his daughter from that rascal? Thinking of this, Duan Enze felt inexplicably distressed, like a cat scratching at his heart. Although his daughter would eventually marry, out of sight, out of mind. But hearing it from Yingying's mouth, the feeling of empathy was like being torn apart!

“Every time he kisses me, there’s this… well, how do I describe it? A little dizzy, yet perfectly lucid feeling.” He couldn’t see his daughter’s expression behind him, but he knew helplessly that she was succumbing to the illusion of love, willing to sacrifice the most precious thing in her life: her chastity. Duan Enze felt a strange sense of frustration. However, his daughter’s next words drew his attention again. Hearing her describe such amazing sexual experiences firsthand was a hundred times more stimulating than sexual fantasies or watching porn. Perhaps Duan Enze even felt a reluctance to let her finish.

"When I came to my senses, I found that he had even taken off my skirt and underwear." She was naked, being violated by that boy, his hands roaming over her smooth, white buttocks. [If he'd taken off her skirt, what wouldn't he do?] If his daughter still knew how to protect herself, getting pregnant was only a matter of time.

Duan Enze trembled with excitement, trying to turn over, but was stopped by Yingying's seductive voice. "Dad! You know what? At that time, I wasn't angry at all, and, and... I was even... excited." Duan Enze's thoughts were completely controlled by his daughter's words, immersed in the boy's wanton caresses. Yingying pressed herself tightly against her father, as if trying to burrow into his body.

His daughter's naked body and a strange boy appearing together in the empty classroom—the lewd scene was clearly etched into Duan Enze's mind. What he couldn't understand was what kind of charm that young man possessed that made his daughter willingly risk everything to have a clandestine affair with him in public at school. If he finds out who it is, I'll teach him a lesson.

"Not only am I not angry, but I also crave for him to touch me more directly, more roughly, even possess me. I want to be his woman, I want him to love me." Deeply moved, she hugged Duan Enze even tighter. Who says teenage girls are still innocent and budding? Today's children, thanks to the multimedia age, are much more mature than the previous generation. Modern youth, with their increasingly open views on sex, often have life values and morals that even their elders can't match.

[Lian Chunping has never been so blatant before. I really don't know where girls these days learn this from!] Faced with his daughter's naked desires, Duan Enze seemed at a loss. Do traditional moral values and concepts of chastity still have any effect on them? Perhaps when it comes to grand principles of human relationships, she knows more than you do.

“I know he'll probably fall into someone else's arms soon after he gets me, but I'm still willing, even if it's just for a day.” Yingying's face was flushed with emotion, the heat spreading from the back of Duan Enze's neck to his chest, so hot it felt like he was melting.

“But I don't want to feel a sense of loss after he breaks up with me.” Yingying's tone revealed a different kind of catharsis, a struggle against societal norms. [Why didn't that boy get her after taking off her underwear?] This question seemed to give Duan Enze an excuse, a reason for indulgence.

“They say a woman has a special feeling for her first man, and I don't want to always have that feeling, like he owes me something. I want to give my first time to someone who will never hurt me, someone who will always love me.” Yingying gently kissed Duan Enze's neck, her fragrant scent turning her father's anger into a long-suppressed desire, burning Duan Enze's fragile reason and scorching Duan Yingying's empty body.

When Yingying's truest emotions spilled out, Duan Enze was deeply shocked. His scalp tingled, and a chill ran through his body.

Whether interpreted literally or in conjunction with her actions, the person his daughter was referring to—the first man in his life—was himself. It was also easy to understand why his daughter's prank during the day was a blatant temptation, a seduction that tormented him, her father, causing him immense mental anguish.

"Yingying..." Duan Enze couldn't hold back any longer. In his mind, incest between father and daughter was absolutely unacceptable.

"Dad! Let me finish first. Promise me you'll listen to me. Don't be angry with Yingying anymore, okay?" His daughter's pleading seemed to carry a hidden anguish. Duan Enze wasn't entirely without responsibility for this situation. "Dad

, don't blame him. It's my fault, my fault for being naughty." In an instant, crystal tears welled up between their skin. "Isn't my daughter very bad? Very shameless?" Before Duan Enze could respond, Yingying continued. "I started masturbating when I was sixteen. I fantasized about handsome celebrities, my crush, and even my dad!" The daughter's legs hooked around her father's, rubbing against him, while her other leg squeezed between his legs, rubbing her lower abdomen against his arched buttocks.

[Fantasized about her dad!] Did Yingying use herself as an object when she masturbated? Duan Enze felt dizzy. Even though he was her father, he shouldn't have said things like 'masturbation.' Was his daughter so bold that she had no sense of shame? This shouldn't be something a seventeen-year-old girl would say. Even he, in his forties, and his wife Chunping, whom he had been married to for over ten years, would at most say 'I want it.'

However, the most direct reaction Duan Enze got from his daughter's words was his throbbing penis, and the image of his daughter calling his name while masturbating on the bed with her legs spread.

Beneath two wildly beating hearts lay the same desire. A shackle of kinship lay between the man and woman lying in each other's arms. Sexual intercourse that transcends father-daughter relations is against the natural order, but the iron chains of morality cannot withstand the corrosive power of lust and have begun to crack.

"He used to touch me through my underwear, but I've always wanted him to put it inside my pants." Yingying ignored her father's trembling from shock and anger, gently changing the subject, but every word she uttered struck Duan Enze's heart like a hammer blow, almost suffocating him. His daughter's lewd behavior was something he couldn't imagine, yet it was happening in reality. He had no chance to avoid it, only silence. [Before! Before, we French kissed, and he even touched my private parts through my clothes. When did it start? Coming home on time every day, and yet he does this? He's so bold!] At this moment, Duan Enze was increasingly unable to control his inner impulses and anger, wanting to question his daughter about her lack of self-respect.

"Dad, I'm wet, just like when he touched me." Yingying suddenly grabbed Duan Enze's chest, as if trying to merge herself into her father's body. Duan Enze was overwhelmed by his daughter's string of almost insane lewd words. His chaotic thoughts clouded his judgment; the topics ranged from ethics and self-love to a correct worldview and lifelong happiness—the range was simply too vast and numerous. And under his daughter's wanton embrace, maintaining moral boundaries was incredibly difficult; could he even articulate those principles clearly?

The phrase, "I'm wet!" created a tidal wave in Duan Enze's heart, threatening to shatter him. His ever-increasing lust, fueled by his daughter's seductive words, surged like a small boat adrift in a sea of debauchery, threatening to capsize him at any moment.

"When he touched the inside of my thigh, I got even wetter down there. Although I was shy, I was incredibly excited. I was looking forward to him touching me there. I know it's dangerous, but I can't control myself. I want him to know how much I love him, to know how much I feel for him." With her bare buttocks exposed, allowing the boy to directly touch her unclothed vulva, what was Yingying trying to do? Was she really planning to have sex with that boy right there at school? Has his daughter fallen to this state? Was it because he hadn't given her enough affection? Was it simply due to curiosity about sex and boredom? Or had his daughter been exposed to too many things she shouldn't have? Duan Enze couldn't figure out the reason. Besides jealousy and resentment, he should reflect on his own actions. Perhaps it was because he hadn't cared enough about his daughter's life and studies, and lacked communication. This was probably a dilemma and difficulty that every single father faced.

"Yingying..." Duan Enze had experienced teenage rebellion, but children from single-parent families needed more understanding and patience to dispel their distorted impressions of the real world. Now, what had happened and what hadn't happened were no longer worth pursuing. He still wanted to use tolerance to correct his daughter's extreme thinking.

"Dad, you can hit me, you can scold me, it's okay, but can you let me finish what I've said? I don't know if I have the courage to say it again today." Yingying knew that she had really gone too far today. Even her usually doting father had no reason not to lose his temper, as if she wouldn't have another chance if she didn't finish expressing her thoughts today.

"Dad, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm so stupid, aren't I?" Warm tears streamed down his face as his daughter pressed against his neck.

[Is Yingying crying? Did that brat bully her?] The sudden tears startled Duan En. What emotions were his crybaby experiencing this time?

“When his fingers went in… went in there…” Yingying hesitated, perhaps embarrassed by the thought of that boy inserting his fingers into her virginity, and also unsure of the stimulation and shock it would cause her father, so she spoke cautiously. “I… I feel so sad, so sad that I want, want him, his…” When it came to male organs, Yingying was still just a young girl, too shy to continue.

Duan Enze couldn’t bear to listen any longer; his erect penis was swollen to its limit, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to suppress the urge. Furthermore, the selfishness of human nature prevented him from understanding his daughter’s sexual thoughts, a scenario no man would ever want to fantasize about.

“I want him to enter my body completely, I want to be his woman.” The more Duan Enze tried to resist, the more Yingying intensified her stimulation of her father’s taut bowstring. She didn’t give her father any chance to interrupt her, nor did she care what impact her explicit words would have on him; her goal was clear: she was willing to go through fire and water for him.

"Yingying, that's enough! Stop! Don't say anymore." Duan Enze sat up abruptly, glaring at his daughter. If he didn't assert his fatherly authority, he didn't know how things would end. He didn't know the reason, but what she had done was unforgivable. What explanation was needed?

"Dad, I'm sorry. Yingying is annoying, shameless, isn't she?" Faced with his crying, apologetic daughter, even the fiercest anger couldn't ignite in Duan Enze. However, he couldn't suppress his trembling resentment, his eyes wide and his teeth clenched.

"How can you face yourself? How can you face your deceased mother?" He couldn't bring himself to curse or humiliate his precious daughter with vicious words. After a long pause, Duan Enze managed to utter the harshest words he had ever uttered.

"I know Dad won't forgive me." Yingying also sat up, her helpless eyes pleading in the pale moonlight. "Do you know? A girl's most beautiful and radiant years only last a little over twenty. Can Dad bear to see his daughter waste ten years of her youth, ten of her most beautiful and vibrant years, alone in loneliness?" Yes, men can trample on chastity at will, yet expect women to preserve their virginity and waste their lives. Parents constantly claim to be doing this for their children's happiness, but in reality, they inevitably have a selfish side. If their son gets another woman pregnant, they only get a beating and a scolding. If their daughter is bullied, they have to swallow their anger, but they never understand the young people's true feelings. So, Duan Enze's words lacked confidence, and he felt very guilty.

"Men all have a virginity complex. It's about your lifelong happiness. You can't ruin your future for a moment of pleasure!" Duan Enze said earnestly. Seeing his daughter happy and carefree is a parent's greatest wish. Even if their children suffer for a short time, it's better than suffering for a lifetime.

"Hypocritical! Hypocritical! Even Daddy is so hypocritical!" Yingying's brows were full of stubborn dissatisfaction. The outdated ideas accumulated over thousands of years seemed absurd and laughable in her hot-blooded eyes. "If he loves that hymen, not me, I'd rather not have it." It's the 21st century, and these ancient ideas are not only an obstacle to social development in the minds of young men and women, but also an obstacle to love.

"Do you think like that? If you meet someone you love very much, but he cares, it will be too late to regret it." From the parents' usual perspective, that's all they can say. They can't just slap her and solve the problem with force. Although Duan Enze was trembling with anger, he could only suppress his temper and patiently explain.

"I don't regret it, I won't regret it, at least I had it." Yingying showed the willfulness and recklessness unique to adolescence. "If he really cares, modern medicine is so advanced, you should get it done for him." Her daughter's words left Duan Enze speechless. The crowds and advertisements for hymen repair everywhere made young people even more unscrupulous.

"Dad, do you know? Every night, I feel an emptiness that pierces my heart. The loneliness drives me crazy, the emptiness keeps me awake. I really crave something to fill that void." The unspoken conversation didn't end with the father-daughter argument; a palpable eroticism still lingered between them.

For the first time today, Duan Enze looked directly at his daughter. Yingying wore a silk halter dress, but there was no sign of underwear. Not wearing a bra at home is a common habit for many women, and Duan Enze had often witnessed his daughter's beautiful breasts exposed when she bent over. But tonight, Yingying's braless shoulders were particularly striking in Duan Enze's eyes.

"Yingying, this is a process everyone goes through. Have you thought about the consequences of indulging in momentary pleasure?" Duan Enze had also been young once, and had experienced countless lonely and empty nights. “If people don’t learn to control their desires, if everyone does whatever they want, there will be no order in society, and what’s the difference between them and wild animals? What makes humans human, and not animals, is that humans know how to regulate their words and actions, and have self-respect and self-love.” Duan Enze was heartbroken; his daughter’s sadness made him sad too. He so wished he could always make her happy. “What if you had a relationship with the boy you like?” Although he hated that boy, he couldn’t avoid the question and had to face it. “Would he really love you wholeheartedly, instead of showing off in front of others?” His daughter had never been in love and was easily deceived and misled. He had to clear the fog for her, tell her about the various consequences she hadn’t considered, and guide her out of the dead end. “You may not think so, but your classmates would never be proud of you. They might even be laughing at you behind your back, thinking you’re a promiscuous, frivolous…open, and depraved girl!” Duan Enze had thought of words like ‘vulgar’ and ‘cheap,’ but he couldn’t bring himself to use them to describe his daughter, not even to imitate someone else’s tone.

"Why care about what others think?" Is egocentrism a common problem among young people today? Excessive egocentrism only breeds arrogance and has no benefits whatsoever. Duan Enze was surprised; his daughter, whom he had always thought was very obedient, was so unwilling to listen to other opinions.

"To pretend to be aloof and superior in front of others, is that why you're compromising yourself? Is Daddy hypocritical like that too?" Yingying stared at Duan Enze questioningly. Perhaps because she hadn't entered society, she didn't understand that the whole society was hypocritical, that people hid their true selves behind masks of hypocrisy, including her father.

"This isn't hypocrisy. If you live by so-called authenticity, you won't survive. Maybe you don't understand yet. Things in this world can't be judged by whether they're hypocritical or not. 'Adaptation' is more appropriate; you adapt to society, not the other way around." Misunderstandings can lead astray, just as the old saying goes: young people can't properly distinguish right from wrong, and there's some truth to that.

"Isn't that hypocrisy?" Yingying displayed an unprecedented stubbornness, seemingly determined to prove she wasn't entirely wrong, that the younger generation's new ideas and concepts couldn't be judged by outdated notions. "Dad's always spouting morality, but when he saw Yingying's…body, didn't he want it too?" Living under the same roof, it was impossible to completely avoid awkwardness; there were always occasional unexpected moments that revealed a side of her father she didn't know.

"That! That's a normal physiological reaction. You're Dad's daughter, you absolutely couldn't have such thoughts." It was a white lie; the physiological reaction was true, but saying she absolutely had no thoughts was a bit of an exaggeration.

Yingying caught the glint in her father's eyes, and she decided to prove her point in the most impulsive way. She lifted her nightgown, and in less than two seconds, she was completely naked before her father's eyes.

The silk fabric concealed her naked body; Yingying's unexpected action stunned Duan Enze.

"Yingying, what are you doing? Put your clothes on quickly. Be careful not to catch a cold!" The lights weren't on, but the moonlight was enough to accentuate her sweet curves.

Following the path down her fair, slender neck, down her firm, supple breasts, her slender waist, and the alluring dark pubic hair between her long

, shapely legs, it was the ultimate challenge for Duan Enze, who hadn't tasted flesh in years. "Daddy said he absolutely had no thoughts, so why are you afraid to look at your daughter?" Yingying said, deliberately puffing out her chest and swaying her breasts provocatively. Duan Enze hadn't expected his daughter to use that statement so dramatically; that single word, "absolutely," had put him in a passive position.

"What's so interesting? You were raised by your father, what haven't you seen?" As a father, if he couldn't even resist his daughter's temptations, how could he be qualified to be a parent? Even if his daughter took advantage of him, he absolutely couldn't have the slightest impure thought. Duan Enze forced himself to blank his mind, trying his best to keep his thoughts away from anything erotic.

Yingying wasn't satisfied with this. In her eyes, her father wanted her, and she wanted to break down that hard and false barrier.

"You're so annoying!" Girls all like the vanity of being watched. Yingying pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction with her father's 'indifference'. "I've seen Yingying too..." She suddenly seemed to remember something, causing her face to turn bright red. With shyly lowered eyes, she uttered words that drove Duan Enze almost mad. "Yingying's peeing place?" The daughter didn't hide her desire at all. Her boldness, her straightforwardness, and her sincerity in loving and hating, acting on her thoughts, were her strengths, but when used in the wrong place, they were fatal.

[Peeing place?] A young girl's tender private parts were like a poisonous poppy, exceptionally beautiful and extremely dangerous. "Enough! Don't you have any shame?" Duan Enze roared, genuinely angry. Not stopping Yingying's intentional or unintentional teasing and seduction would only lead to one outcome. Whether it was a 'prank' or 'curiosity,' there should be limits. While Duan Enze couldn't erase the impression of his daughter's crotch, he could at least restrain his actions.

Yingying trembled at his shock, but surprisingly, she didn't cry; instead, she became even more stubborn. "Yingying is so shameless! Yingying is so vulgar as to want to do that kind of thing with Daddy!" After being reprimanded by her father, Yingying seemed determined to fight to the death, expressing her truest thoughts without any pretense.

"Yingying! You…" Duan Enze, on the other hand, was stunned. The veil of secrecy had been pierced, forcing two lonely hearts to confront each other nakedly.

"Daddy, hit me, scold me, it's Yingying's fault." Her voice was thick with emotion, filled with a mournful tone. "I can't stop thinking about it... Yingying just masturbated, imagining being kissed by Daddy... Daddy touching here." Yingying clutched her chest with one hand. "Inside." Her other hand pressed against her inner thigh.

[No... this isn't real.] He'd rather his daughter's joke be inappropriate, or just a fantasy, than have this illicit affair played out on him. [Just now?] Duan Enze couldn't help but imagine that just as he kicked the bowl, Yingying was next door, inserting her fingers into her vagina, fantasizing about making love with him.

Even when his daughter was born, he and Chunping had devised a thousand strategies to dissuade her from early relationships, never expecting this situation. He'd only ever heard of beastly fathers abusing their daughters, never of a daughter actively pushing her father down.

"Do you know what you're doing? This is incest..." Squeezing out the word that had been stuck in his throat, he felt a slight sense of relief; perhaps it was easier to say it openly. "Incest is unacceptable to society. What will others think?" Accusations and insults wouldn't be so terrible if he were the only one to bear them, but he couldn't let his daughter suffer them.

"Is incest illegal? If it's not illegal, what business is it of others?" The generational gap in thinking created an insurmountable divide.

"It's not other people's business, but it concerns your life and your future." His daughter would eventually grow up and get married. All parents could do was try their best to pave a smooth and bright path for them before that happened.

"Put on your clothes and go to sleep. Dad doesn't blame you. Don't overthink it; you have class tomorrow." Yingying's nightgown was beside her; getting close to a naked young girl's body was still not easy for Duan Enze. He casually pulled the sheet over his daughter. At this moment, he felt somewhat disoriented. Excitement, anger, helplessness. Like a taut string gradually relaxing after several cycles of activity, even his penis became numb with hardness. He didn't want to argue anymore; perhaps a change of environment and atmosphere would facilitate communication.

Yingying pulled back the sheets and threw herself into Duan Enze's arms without hesitation. "I just want to be closer to Daddy, is that not allowed?" She gently cupped his stubble-covered cheeks with her soft little hands, her heart aching at the marks left by his hard work for her. "I don't want to give my most precious first time to those boys. If I'm going to give it, it'll be to Daddy who will never abandon Yingying." Yingying rested her head on her father's shoulder, her palm tracing his graying temples, passing his neck, pausing briefly at his heart before falling down.

"Daddy will agree to anything Yingying wants, except for this. There's no room for negotiation." This was a rare firmness from Duan Enze; his principles were not to be broken lightly.

"As long as it's not...that...anything is fine, right?" His daughter's beautiful, moist flesh nestled against his burning chest; no one could remain unmoved.

"Hmm...be a good girl, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." After all, she was his daughter; her adorable, innocent appearance and soft skin gradually cooled the anger in his heart. Duan Enze desperately wanted Yingying to get off him immediately. Besides, his daughter's thighs were pressing against his groin; she couldn't possibly be unaware of his embarrassment.

"I want to sleep here." Duan Enze was both amused and exasperated. Yingying clung to his chest, refusing to get off no matter how much he pleaded. And she even wanted to stay in her father's room—clearly going too far.

"My daughter is all grown up now; she can't sleep with her father anymore." The softening of his words was a prelude to his surrender; the thighs caressing his penis distracted him.

"Growing up means it's not okay? What kind of logic is that?" Yingying feigned innocence, exaggeratingly opening her mouth wide. “Could it be that Daddy is afraid…” Yingying moved her thigh away from her father’s crotch, which made Duan Enze relax a bit, but another threat was also quietly approaching.

“Yes, I’m afraid, okay? If you don’t go to sleep, Daddy will spank you.” Duan Enze’s brows furrowed, giving his daughter a serious 'angry' look. Perhaps with a hint of expectant indulgence, he did not immediately stop Yingying’s hand from sliding down.

“Even if Daddy spanks me, I want to sleep here.” She seemed to understand that her father would not really use violence against her, so her desire became even stronger.

“No, no matter what.” Duan Enze wanted to push his daughter away, but he did not have the courage to touch that extremely tempting naked body. “Look at what you’re doing, not even wearing clothes, what girl is like you?” If they weren’t extremely angry, no parent would be willing to leave a bright red handprint on their child.

“Daddy has already seen it, so what does it matter? Yingying likes being seen by Daddy.” If it were Chunping or some other woman, Duan Enze would have already pounced on her impatiently. The painful thing was that the woman in front of him was his own daughter, a woman he could never touch.

"Daddy doesn't like looking. If you don't get up, I'm really going to hit you." Duan Enze said, raising his hand, his pert buttocks suddenly becoming dazzlingly prominent.

"Really?" Yingying asked, feigning innocence. "But it seems to like it." She pursed her lips, speaking sweetly like a lover flirting.

Duan Enze knew what Yingying meant, but he could only pretend not to hear. His physical erection didn't mean he would fulfill his occasional urge.

"Daddy, hit me! Daddy hasn't spanked Yingying's bottom yet!" His daughter's charming voice made Duan Enze lose his mind. The elastic flesh of her buttocks stirred ripples in his heart, and his raised hand fell.

"Stop it, it's late, you'll be late for school tomorrow." Knowing that such words would have no effect, they were merely an excuse.

"Daddy hasn't spanked Yingying's bottom yet?" His daughter persisted. Perhaps only Duan Enze had ever encountered a daughter who demanded a spanking. "If you won't hit me, I'll give you a kiss, okay?" his daughter said with a giggle, trying to coax him. "Just one kiss and I'll be good." It was both hope and a trap. Duan Enze had experienced this trick before in the bathroom, but what could he do? Was there any other way?

"You have to give it to me even if you don't kiss me. Go back to your room and go to sleep!" Duan Enze felt uneasy. He had been tricked into kissing her the first time, and he had almost lost control. This time, he could almost foresee that his moral compass would be shattered by his daughter's temptation.

"If you don't kiss me, I'll stay here." Yingying challenged her father's authority with an attitude of stubbornness and determination to kiss him.

“No means no. It seems you won’t learn your lesson unless Dad uses force.” The words were firm, but lacked a fierce tone, greatly diminishing their persuasiveness.

“If you won’t kiss me, then Yingying can kiss it too.” Yingying’s hand drifted down to Duan Sze’s lower abdomen, near her father’s boxer shorts. “Little brother isn’t as hypocritical as Daddy, oh! Right, little brother!” As soon as she finished speaking, Yingying’s hand swiftly moved to the bulge in his shorts, gently patting the swollen, thick penis with innocent romance.

This wasn’t the first time his daughter had held his penis; she had even masturbated and given him oral sex in the bathroom, so there was even less reason to reprimand her now. “Nonsense, take it away.” Threats without action had long since lost their effect on Yingying. Dry tinder meeting a raging fire was destined to burn fiercely, and even her father’s resolute will couldn’t prevent him from being reduced to ashes.

Six years, almost six years without touching a woman, the loneliness he felt was unimaginable, far stronger than his daughter's naive impulses. Yet, he couldn't use this as an example to comfort her; at least, Duan Szeze was too embarrassed to bring it up now.

Yingying's tight grip was like pouring oil on a fire, undoubtedly making his lust almost break free of reason.

"Hmph, why didn't Daddy stop me? I gave you a chance. You really want it, don't you?" His daughter hit the nail on the head, striking at the darkest part of Duan Enze's heart. It made his blood boil, like Sun Wukong being cursed by Tang Sanzang, his head throbbing with pain.

"I told you, Daddy will never have any thoughts about you. If I do, it's just a physical reaction. If you don't behave, Daddy will punish you." Duan Enze really didn't want to use his trump card. There's a saying: raise sons frugally, raise daughters lavishly. He had never been stingy with his daughter's finances; as long as he could afford it, even if he never touched a woman again, he would save the money. "I'll take half a year's allowance and ground you for three months." Logically speaking, this is a severe punishment, almost equivalent to restricting his daughter's freedom. No shopping, no new clothes—it's incredibly cruel for a seventeen-year-old girl in the prime of her life.

"As long as Daddy's with me, Yingying doesn't need anything." What was the point of such a sacrifice? Just for a one-night stand? Why was his daughter so willful, forcing him to commit a crime? Was it truly curiosity about sex or a desire to try it? Or, as she said, to be able to date male classmates openly? Duan Enze was increasingly confused. There were no precedents to guide him on how to handle this, and aside from public condemnation, there was no legal constraint against this disorderly behavior.

"Stop! Even if you don't want to, you have to go back to your room." Under his daughter's kneading and rubbing, his glans was filled with the illusion of impending ejaculation. Duan Enze pressed down on Yingying's arm, but couldn't stop her wrist movements.

"No, unless you kiss me!" For now, compromise seemed to be the only way out. Yingying's jelly-like, sexy lips intoxicated Duan Enze, igniting his desire to kiss her. "Just one!" His daughter's enticement and encouragement weakened Duan Enze's resolve.

"Just one kiss and you'll go back to your room obediently?" Although Duan Enze didn't believe Yingying would keep her promise, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

"Mmm!" Yingying responded clearly with a nasal tone, her most direct encouragement to her father.

"Smack!" Duan Enze, his lips trembling slightly, pressed them against his daughter's flushed, burning cheek.

"No! Ugh, Daddy, you're doing this again." "It was entirely predictable, but the thought of a direct kiss on the lips still made Duan Enze shudder. His daughter pouted, begging her father for a deep, romantic kiss.

[Still...like that?] Her reluctance, tinged with embarrassment and resistance, made a conciliatory embrace feel far less natural than a sincere one. It was cold and awkward. Yet, Duan Enze seemed to melt away, drawn tightly into this slightly sweet yet turbulent vortex.

Yingying didn't extend her tongue, probably waiting for her father to make the first move. 'No! It's not like that, a perfunctory one doesn't count.'" A kiss may seem simple, but it comes with many conditions, something Duan Enze was well aware of. Perhaps it was a father's instinct, and he tried to keep it brief, gradually lowering his standards to accommodate his daughter's sensual demands.

[Must it be with the tongue?] The thought immediately brought back the frenzy in the bathroom. Was it going to be another absurd indulgence? [This can only be the last time. No matter what she asks for, I can't agree.] A deep breath gave Duan Enze a little courage. At least kissing wasn't incest. He had kissed Yingying many times when she was little, purely playful affection.

Pressing his lips against his daughter's soft, smooth lips, all worldly constraints and restrictions seemed insignificant. In this private little space, only the entanglement of love and desire remained.

Duan Enze had never imagined he would put his tongue into his daughter's mouth. It was hard to say whether it was forced, reluctant, or something else entirely!

His daughter's tongue, both shy and entangled, chased and intertwined with Duan Enze's, carrying a faint resentment and longing.

"No!" Yingying's playful yet bold slender hands flipped open her father's boxer shorts, tightly grasping his engorged penis in her palm and slowly stroking it.

The emptiness and loneliness born of lust transformed in her daughter's hands into a tingling pleasure and an intense desire for penetration. This was a feeling he longed for, yet didn't want to experience with his daughter.

"Yingying!" Duan Enze couldn't completely let go; this overly intimate act meant he had to bear the consequences of indulgence. The warning bells that would destroy his daughter's happiness rang in Duan Enze's mind just in time.

He was horrified that he and his daughter had gone too far, almost missing the way back, lost at the crossroads of depravity.

"Alright, you should go to sleep." He pulled Yingying's thin shoulders away, but couldn't pull her hands away from his crotch.

"You're kissing the wrong place, I want Daddy to kiss me here." Duan Enze wasn't unaware of his daughter's tantrums, but he never expected her to act this way.

[Wrong place? She's kissed my face, my lips, where else could she kiss?] For Duan Enze, who had experienced sexual intercourse, thoughts he shouldn't have had still crossed his mind.

Chunping never initiated anything, but she never refused either. [It's so dirty there, let's not go, okay?] The first time he kissed his wife's genitals, Chunping's shy moan seemed to echo in his ears.

He had never kissed a virgin's lips before; his daughter's faint, sweet fragrance floated on his taste buds like a dream. The image of the tightly closed valley, the slightly wrinkled petals, and a drop of crystal-clear nectar hanging on the stamen, was exactly the scene he had encountered in his daughter's room at noon.

[Absolutely not! Duan Enze, you must wake up! Yingying is your daughter.] A bitter taste rose in Duan Enze's mouth. The alluring mark between his thighs wasn't easy to shake off, especially with his daughter's pubic mound barely visible. The way

his father's gaze swept over his genitals was exactly what Yingying wanted. "Daddy, kiss me here." Yingying flipped herself up and knelt before Duan Enze, pointing to her proud breasts with the hand that had just gripped his penis.

Duan Enze was instantly ashamed and utterly humiliated. [This can't go on. Do you think you can control yourself? What if, what if? That's Yingying's whole life!] He repeatedly warned himself, but he still couldn't resist the allure of her breasts.

Her beautiful breasts displayed the curves of youth, possessing an ineffable sensuality compared to her lips and buttocks. They were the badge of womanhood, the most wondrous curves in the world, inspiring longing and lingering in countless hearts.

Her snow-white breasts, adorned with pink buds, tempted him to take a bite. Swaying slightly before Duan Enze, they swayed his will.

"Dad! I just want you to kiss me and hug me. Nothing else." Yingying wrapped her arms around her father's neck, her eyes shifting from alluring and charming to deep and melancholic. "I don't know... why, I just want Dad to kiss me, to caress me. Just like when I was little, I clung to Dad, enjoying the warmth of his body, it made me feel so safe and comfortable." Countless memories of the past stirred up happy recollections between father and daughter, a home filled with laughter, sweetness, and completeness. "But Dad is very busy with work, he spends less and less time with me, and as I grow older, I'm alone more and more." A sorrowful mood filled the small room, a deep sadness welling up in Yingying's eyes. "I feel so lonely, so isolated. No one watches TV with me... no one helps me with my homework... no one chats with me, and Mom's embrace and smile only appear in my dreams." At this moment, it wasn't just his daughter who felt heartbroken; Duan Enze also felt a surge of sadness.

His wife's unexpected death was the most devastating blow of his life, all the happiness and joy he had vanished in an instant. He could only numb his sorrow with work, and at the same time, he worked tirelessly to earn money for his daughter, hoping that Yingying's life wouldn't be worse than other daughters', giving her everything he could.

"Other girls have mothers, mothers who buy them new clothes and dresses, but my dad only gives me money. But I don't want money, I don't want money! I want someone to be with me! I want my mom!" The emotions suppressed for so long finally burst forth, flowing freely with heartbreaking tears. "Seeing other girls being picked up and dropped off at their classes by their mothers, but my dad is always so busy…so busy… I learned a new dance, but no one watches. I learned a new song, but no one listens. I feel so inferior in front of my classmates, I feel like I can't hold my head up anymore." His daughter's swollen eyes broke Duan Enze's heart. Yingying's loneliness deeply moved him, and it contradicted what he had always believed was right. Money isn't everything; money has no feelings, and no amount of material possessions can fill the void in one's spirit.

“What I fear most is hearing them say, ‘My mom praised me so much.’ But what about me? No one praises me, and no one cares for me.” Yingying sniffed, letting out a suppressed sob between short, labored breaths. “Every day when Dad comes home, I want him to hug me, but it’s always just a perfunctory gesture. He either goes back to his room to sleep or cooks, does laundry, and so on.” His busy work takes up most of his time each day. He always thinks about spending time with his daughter when he has free time, always planning to leave work early the next day to buy her something, but he doesn’t understand what his daughter truly needs.

“Dad!…I can cook and do housework by myself now. I just want you to talk to me more and hug me more!” It turns out that there are so many small gestures and emotions that Duan Enze has overlooked. It turns out that it’s not what he thought. What he gave her was financial support, not the emotional care and pampering his daughter needed.

“I know I’m mature now, and I’ve become pretty. More and more boys are starting to surround me.” Early romance must be the best way to transfer feelings of loneliness and isolation. Duan Enze is beginning to understand the reason why his daughter is indulging with her male classmates. “I like being the center of their attention, being talked about. I like being fawned over and pampered like a star.” Yingying stopped her depression, her expression brightening with an unusual radiance. “I know what they care about. What they want most isn’t my heart, but my body.” Her daughter’s inner maturity was unusual, unlike her innocent and charming appearance. “And I don’t want to lose their attention and adoration. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be lonely like before. I want their love. I want to be with them, that feeling of happiness.”

Duan Enze gasped, a chill running down his spine. The current situation was entirely his fault. His negligence and numbness had led his daughter to unintentionally choose the wrong path at a crossroads in her life.

“But I really don’t want to. I don’t want those boys to take away what’s most precious to me. No boy has the right to do that. Not only because there’s always something filthy in their eyes, but also because they won’t always be so nice to me.” Yingying’s straightforwardness was hard for Duan Enze to accept. It was so different from the innocent image he had of her, and even felt like a stranger. “Unlike Dad, when Dad looks at me, it’s natural and kind, although sometimes he can be a little bit lewd.” When she mentioned her father’s slightly lewd nature, Yingying finally broke into a smile through her tears. Perhaps her heart was pounding as she said this.

Seeing his daughter smile, Duan Enze relaxed a lot, but he couldn’t help but worry about the future. Yingying had made it very clear that she was willing to exchange her body for affection, even if it was only temporary. He could restrict his daughter’s freedom, but it was difficult to change her mind.

Just as Duan Enze was about to speak, Yingying pressed two fingers against his teeth. "Is protecting chastity the same as self-respect and self-love? Who can guarantee that I'll still be a virgin when I marry, and that I'll definitely be happy? Is it really worth enduring five, ten, or even longer for a happiness that might appear at any time, that's uncertain, that's in someone else's hands?" The daughter tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Her earnest expression seemed to hold the wisdom of an older sister. "The past few years have felt like living hell. Dad, can you bear to let Yingying endure this torment again, tormented by loneliness? For your selfishness, for your idea of happiness, you're going to destroy my joy?" Yingying shook her head, and unintentionally, a tear fell onto Duan Enze's lips, the salty taste seeping in, mixing with the bitterness in his heart and stirring his chaotic thoughts.

"Since Mom left, Dad has given up so much for Yingying. Is it only Dad who can sacrifice for Yingying, and Yingying can't sacrifice for Dad?" The daughter bit her lower lip, as if there were unspeakable words lingering on her lips. "Dad! I don't know if I can avoid being alone with him. And do you think I can escape him the first time, the second time, and even the third and fourth time? Besides, it was my own choice. Even if it wasn't him, what about other boys?" Duan Enze didn't answer. Everything today came too suddenly. It completely overturned Duan Enze's understanding of his daughter and entered her most unknown inner world. The word 'shock' was not enough to describe Duan Enze's current state of mind. Only he himself knew his true thoughts.

Yingying buried her father's head in her cleavage. She seemed to understand that her father would not suck or bite the nipples on her chest as she wished. "If, if... one day, I can't control myself and I get raped, I don't want to have any regrets!" A premeditated fall immediately changed the father and daughter's position into a position ready for penetration.

Yingying hooked her arms around Duan Enze's neck, most of her weight concentrated on him, the most vulnerable part of his body, making it difficult for him to support himself. And his daughter's open legs wrapped around his lower back, his uncontained penis pointing directly at her wet flower stream. Everything was ready except for the final touch. Duan Enze didn't even need to take off his pants to complete his union with his daughter.

His daughter's long hair was spread out on the bed, the ripe fruit waiting to be picked. She welcomed Duan Enze's entry with a slightly intoxicated expression.

[No, no, this is incest!] A voice cried out in his heart, but at the same time, the image of his daughter making love with her male classmate was also churning within him. 'Whether it's him or the male classmate, the result is the same,' the dark thought transformed into a tingling desire at the tip of his penis.

"Dad... you can ejaculate inside, it's a safe period today." Yingying hugged her father's neck tightly, her face flushed with shame, but even more so with joy. "Yingying wants it! She wants Daddy to come in." Her thighs climbed upwards with all her might, bringing her honey pot closer to her father's penis.

Nothing could be more seductive than the words 'ejaculate inside,' and all of Duan Enze's resistance crumbled in that instant. His arms went limp, and he collapsed onto his daughter's voluptuous body.

As his center of gravity shifted, Duan Enze naturally leaned forward, his glans pressing against Yingying's wet, slippery vulva. The petals brushed against the most sensitive area of the glans, sending a jolt of electricity through Duan Enze's body.

His mind went blank; his subconscious resistance caused him to frantically arch his back and scramble to his feet, but Yingying held his head and neck tightly, preventing his head from rising with his lower back, leaving him with his buttocks raised and his head leaning downwards against his daughter's body.

His penis was pulled up from below her vulva, passing through the concave flower again, and positioned precisely above the entrance to her vagina. No matter how you looked at it, it appeared as if Duan Enze had adjusted the angle of entry.

[Ah!] Duan Enze clearly felt the location of his glans, the warm, spring-like embrace of the valley, so familiar. The slippery moisture fueled his lust, and the craving for penetration tormented him unbearably.

"Dad! Come in...it's so itchy down there." Yingying had said so many embarrassing things today that she was willing to say anything as long as her father could come in.

[Get up, Duan Enze, get up! You can do it, wake up, you can't defile your own daughter, get up!] Duan Enze was still struggling. With his strength...if he didn't want it, he definitely had a way to get up. Compromise, forbearance, and indecisiveness in front of his daughter were actually selfish, indulgent, and hypocritical excuses.

Duan Enze also knew that his tacit approval of his daughter's teasing was because he was hiding the dirty thoughts in his heart, and that symbolic resistance was just an excuse to justify his behavior. He had wasted many opportunities to escape unscathed, and it was hard to say that he hadn't longed for this moment.

The lingering sound of "It itches" lingered between his daughter's hot lips, her bright, fragrant tongue plunging deep inside, devouring all his thoughts and leading him into the mire of illicit lust.

Before he knew it, Yingying's hands, which had been tightly wrapped around her father's neck, moved to his thin buttocks, eagerly pulling at his lower back. She forced his thick, unattainable penis towards his overflowing vulva.

[No, I can't do this.] But the physical pleasure was so captivating. Duan Enze, after all, was a man; years of pent-up loneliness gradually poured out under his daughter's teasing, unstoppable. He could perhaps control himself from caresses and kisses, even oral sex, but once he reached the crucial point of penetration, his primal instincts were fully unleashed.

"Mmm..." Yingying's pulling and pressing had little effect; she let out an impatient moan through her nose. She arched her hips, chasing after her father's penis, trying to get the glans closer to her blooming flower.

The burning heat within his daughter's body became increasingly clear in Duan Enze's mind. Whether real or unreal, he felt himself slipping into her forbidden zone as Yingying's grip tightened. His fatherly resolve, like a penis piercing her sensitive flesh, slowly melted and disappeared. The final stalemate between father and daughter was broken by her passionate, wet kiss.

[Come out, it's okay now! If this continues, you'll be worse than an animal.] The voice of reason grew weaker, but still reminded Duan Enze, guiding him in the right direction amidst his confusion.

[If…one day, I'm raped, I want to have regrets!] [I'm so lonely, so isolated!] [Is Yingying's butt pretty?] [Dad, are you peeking at Yingying?] [Touch me, which is bigger, mine or Mom's?] [Dad, you can cum inside today!] [Quick…come in…it's so itchy down there!] [I'm wet, I want Daddy to come in.] [Dad! Kiss me.] [Lick me, Daddy! I want Daddy to lick Yingying's genitals!] [Dad, are you comfortable? I want Dad to cum.] Real memories and inexplicable fantasies mingled together. His daughter's distressed, wanton expression, her girlish body, and her tender vulva swirled in his mind, while the insistent voice became blurred. Duan Enze felt his body growing heavier and heavier, almost unable to support the weight of his waist, even yearning to fall straight down and slide into that sweet, gentle dreamland.

Duan Enze was dizzy under his daughter's entangled tongue and sucking kisses. His itchy, throbbing penis could no longer determine how deep it had entered Yingying's body, or if it was just his imagination, only hovering at the entrance? The resistance encountered by the glans seemed to be misplaced, as if it was only pressing against the urethra above the honeypot. But the perfect, fiery embrace at the tip made it seem like he had entered a deeper depth.

[Yingying is no longer a virgin, is she? That classmate even took off her skirt and panties, they must have already done it, right? Did she trick me into having sex with her? If she really was a virgin, how could she be so bold, so unrestrained?] A question arose in Duan Enze's mind. Under this assumption, curiosity and the impulse to find out made him relax his waist muscles and slowly penetrate, following his daughter's push. [No...impossible, Yingying is lying for no reason...but even after so much penetration, she's still a virgin?] This crazy fantasy became the driving force for Duan Enze's advance, but suddenly he couldn't control the unexpected plunge.

The resistance in front of the glans suddenly opened up, and then something like a headband stuck the glans.

[Ah!] Duan Enze suddenly woke up as if from a dream. But it was too late. His penis broke through the protection of the hymen and was about to complete the mission of turning his daughter into a woman, which was also Yingying's last moment of completeness.

The physiological structure of the penis shapes the glans into a barbed expansion plug. Because the front end is slightly thinner and triangular, and the corpus cavernosum is soft, it will not pierce the membrane after passing through it, although it will cause some tearing. What is really destructive is the hooking and pulling of the umbrella-shaped glans and the wear and tear of the forced advance.

Whether moving forward or backward, there was no going back. Due to his indecisiveness, selfishness, and indulgence, he ultimately committed a heinous crime, worse than a beast.

"Dad! I love you! I'm willing, I really am willing." Yingying felt the convulsions emanating from her father; a daughter naturally knows her father best. She bore an undeniable responsibility for his fall into the shameful act of incest, deliberately seduced by her. A great father had been corrupted, changing not only her own life, but she also didn't want her father to be consumed by guilt, afraid of being despised and condemned, and depressed.

"Dad, I love you! Yingying and Dad are finally one! Yingying is so happy, really!" Yingying's hands moved away from Duan Enze's buttocks, tightly embracing his broad shoulders and back. The joy of surrendering her body to her father brought tears of happiness to her eyes! "And then, when Daddy sees Yingying naked, he won't feel bad anymore, right? He can wipe Yingying's back like when she was little, and let her snuggle in Daddy's warm embrace! I love you, Daddy! I love you!" His daughter's comfort was both encouragement and punishment. It tempted his lust and tormented his conscience.

[I'm not a good father! I'm a beast! I actually raped my own daughter!] Duan Enze's heart was being torn apart, bleeding profusely.

"Dad!" Her father's pained expression also pained her. It was all her fault for acting impulsively, not considering his thoughts and feelings, and severely damaging his body and mind. "Daddy wants his daughter to be happy, right? Let's give Yingying happiness now! Yingying's happiest moment is with Daddy... with Daddy! To be Daddy's woman..." Like a seductive sermon, his daughter's lewd words spurred Duan Enze forward.

The virgin's passage was tight and dry; the unexpanded flesh walls simply could not allow the passage of the huge penis. With each thrust of Duan Enze, Yingying was drenched in sweat.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing his daughter's pained expression, Duan Enze felt a pang of sympathy. Having truly entered Yingying's body, he had to abandon his feigned insistence. Just as his daughter had said, since it was irreversible, he would give her the pleasure she desired.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much..." Yingying forced a strained smile. Perhaps she hadn't expected deflowering to be so painful, but she still hoped her father could relax and share happiness with her without any regret.

"Really?" Duan Enze knew the feelings of a woman's first time; at least Chunping had expressed her true feelings. [It hurts! Be gentle...][Don't move anymore, stop! I can't take it anymore, let me rest.] His first time with his wife hadn't been very pleasant, perhaps because it was his first time, and he hadn't paid much attention to his wife's feelings. Now, having lost his virginity for his own daughter, he couldn't shake off the complex and conflicted emotions. "Should we stop?" But at least he hoped to alleviate Yingying's pain.

"No, I'm fine! Really...it doesn't hurt..." Each gentle thrust from Duan Enze was accompanied by Yingying's soft moan. Although he was moving very slowly and gently, he knew that Yingying must be in a lot of pain. "As long as...as long as Daddy is comfortable! Don't worry about Yingying." His daughter's thoughtfulness was incredibly heartwarming, and Duan Enze was silently moved. At this moment, he resolved that no matter how difficult the obstacles, he wouldn't let Yingying suffer even the slightest grievance or blame. He would use all his strength to make his daughter happy.

After several thrusts, his penis had successfully penetrated deep into her vagina without any noticeable resistance. The tingling sensation at the tip of his glans spurred him to increase his speed.

The union of body and soul produced a wondrous reaction between father and daughter, and the pleasure brought by breaking the shackles of taboo was more intense than ever before.

"Mmm...uh...ah...ah..." Yingying frowned and moaned with pleasure along with her father's thrusts. Whether it was feigned or genuine involuntary, it fully satisfied Duan Enze's vanity and desire for conquest.

Perhaps due to a lack of sexual intimacy, his engorged penis quickly ignited the urge to urinate. In just a moment, Duan Enze, his throbbing penis throbbing, poured his thick semen into his daughter's vagina.

"Ah..." The aftershocks continued to deliver waves of pleasure, and Duan Enze collapsed, exhausted, onto Yingying's beautiful body.

"Daddy, did you ejaculate?" The warm, moist sensation of his penis spreading inside her was a sign of Yingying's insecurity, perhaps because she had never experienced the sensation of a man ejaculating before.

"Mmm..." Duan Enze didn't want to answer too much. In his heart, ejaculating inside his daughter was an unforgivable mistake.

"Are you comfortable now?" Yingying seemed relaxed. In her eyes, her father was like a shy boy, bashful and adorable.

"Mmm..." Duan Enze responded with a soft "Mmm," still unable to completely escape the struggle between morality and lust.

"Hehe! Yingying is very comfortable too. I can feel Daddy inside me. It's so satisfying and fulfilling!" Her happiness was palpable. Whether she was truly happy because of this or not, Duan Enze felt a sliver of comfort and emotion. "

Daddy... now that you're comfortable, it's time to get up and do some work. Don't be lazy, I want Daddy to carry me to the bath and wash Yingying's bottom!" Yingying shouted excitedly, not even caring if the neighbors heard.

Duan Enze pulled the weapon from his daughter's body. A splash of crimson blood slowly seeped from between their joined bodies, soaking the sheets and spreading.

He knew what it meant; the pinkish-red, blood-tinged fluid undoubtedly brought uncertainty and suffering to Duan Enze's future.

"Knock knock knock..." Duan Enze was happily chopping potatoes in the kitchen. He was going to make his daughter's favorite potato and beef stew. For some reason, he felt much lighter than before, unconsciously humming a little tune.

[School should be out by now, right? How was her day? Was that boy bothering her again? Will he...do that again?...] Thinking of the private things his daughter had talked about behind his back yesterday, his penis throbbed with rage.

"Click, that's the sound of the door lock. I was just thinking, 'Is Yingying back already?'" Duan Enze felt his heart race like a boy experiencing first love, his face flushing.

"Dad... I'm home!" Her daughter's cheerful, clear voice resonated in Duan Enze's heart, an overwhelming surge of longing erupting at the last moment.

"Dad... did you miss me?" As soon as Yingying returned home, without pausing, she rushed into her father's kitchen and gave him a tight hug from behind. "Dad... I missed you! So much... so much..." Without turning around, Duan Enze knew his daughter's face must be beaming with a sweet, happy smile.

"Go wash up and get ready. Dad will be done soon. There are some of the dishes you've been eating lately!" Duan Enze was also very excited; last night's madness had completely changed them. It had not only brought them closer but also erased the barrier between father and daughter.

"No! I just want to hug Daddy!" Yingying pouted, her hands intentionally or unintentionally sliding down her father's chest. "Dad! Today... I finally got what I wanted..." Suddenly, Duan Enze froze. His daughter's calm tone betrayed a strange contradiction and inner turmoil.

[Get what I wanted? With that boy?] The image of his daughter's naked body and a strange man flooded Duan Enze's mind again. The joy from before vanished, replaced by a lingering pain and reluctance, like that of a heartbroken lover.

Just then, his daughter's hand secretly touched his throbbing erection.

"Dad... Yingying is so lewd... Yingying is wet again..."

It was already noon, and his daughter still hadn't gotten up. Duan Enze made a racket in the kitchen, but it didn't wake her. It was the weekend; no school, but she couldn't skip lunch!

The food was on the table, and Duan Enze called several times but heard no response from his daughter's room. He was worried she might be sick. Standing at the door of his daughter's bedroom, his heart pounded faster and faster. His daughter was seventeen, blossoming into a graceful and charming young woman. Her increasingly full breasts were a symbol of her youthful maturity. As his daughter grew older, Duan Enze began to fear entering that private space.

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

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

The scene before him wasn't exactly lewd, but it was still incredibly alluring, completely unexpected by Duan Enze. This was the scene a man most longed to see, but as a father, he was extremely unwilling to face it.

The curtains fluttering in the wind didn't block out much of the blazing sun outside; the pale yellow light dappled the girl's fair skin, making her look radiant. Duan Yingying lay quietly on the pink single bed, only a corner of a thin blanket hanging lightly around her waist, her mature, naked body almost completely exposed.

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

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

tightly closed labia were free of any stray hairs, appearing incredibly tender and smooth. Through the narrow slit, two wrinkled petals peeked out, instantly sparking the imagination, and even more alluring was the glistening dewdrop hanging from the center of her lips.

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

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

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

"You brat! How could you sleep like that? A girl should have some shame. Come on... eat!" Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear of such an embarrassing scene, Duan Enze didn't dare linger. After scolding her, he hurriedly left.

When Yingying sat up, she only saw her father's back as he closed the door. A hint of resentment appeared on her rosy, delicate face.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and Yingying vaguely felt a coolness in her groin. She then touched her private parts with her fingers and found that her vulva was somewhat sticky. Looking at the glistening moisture on her fingertips, Yingying muttered to herself in embarrassment, "Was she seen?"

Duan Enze buried his head in his food, but he couldn't get Yingying's naked body and the blooming flower between her legs out of his mind. Even his best dish, braised pork ribs, lost its flavor.

Duan Yingying, wearing a nightgown, floated leisurely into the bathroom. Her disheveled hair and cartoon slippers were something she would only see in her teenage years and after she became a wife.

Emerging from the bathroom, Yingying had styled her hair and appeared before Duan Enze with a pure and lovely appearance. Her halter-neck nightgown was printed with Hello Kitty, her long hair was styled in a bun, and her bare shoulders and neck exuded an alluring charm unlike any other. Perhaps it was Duan Enze's imagination, but today Yingying subtly revealed a mature sexiness and allure.

The two at the dinner table remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, their usual cheerful and harmonious atmosphere completely gone. Duan Enze tried to suppress his thoughts and avoid looking at his daughter across from him, but he couldn't calm the long-dormant stirring within him.

For six years, since his wife's passing, he had been raising eleven-year-old Yingying alone. His salary wasn't high, so he hadn't been with a woman all these years; a prostitute costing a hundred yuan a time was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of. He could only numb himself with work, and when he was truly lonely, he would silently take care of himself.

However, what he least wanted to face was his daughter's occasionally exposed, beautiful body, which seemed like a giant black hole gnawing at his moral reason, especially in the last two years, as his daughter's physical characteristics developed, making their time alone together increasingly difficult to bear.

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

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

Yingying's seemingly casual question made him tense up instantly. He knew what his daughter meant, but he hadn't mentally prepared himself. "What did you see?" Duan Enze asked unconsciously, immediately regretting it.

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

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

"I finished my homework yesterday," Yingying said nonchalantly. "Perverted daddy, peeping at me!" Yingying gave a mischievous smile, but the forced smile seemed to carry a hint of reproach.

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

"Is that comfortable?" Yingying pouted, then suddenly asked curiously. "Is it pretty?"

He had just managed to suppress the alluring images in his mind, but now his daughter had stirred up a storm of desire within him. "Eat! Stop talking so much nonsense." Duan Enze pretended to be angry; he didn't know how he would handle this if things continued like this. His manhood suddenly throbbed, thankfully under the table so his daughter couldn't see it. Otherwise, she might think he had lewd thoughts, and what would become of his father's reputation?

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

"This is much cooler." Yingying said, taking a white wad of cloth from under the table and placing it on the table.

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

Duan Enze's heart was in turmoil because of what his daughter had brought out. A pair of pure white women's panties were placed just a few feet in front of him, occupying most of his attention. His daughter's tender vulva once again drastically influenced his thoughts. [Damn it, you brat, what a joke!] His throbbing penis throbbed with excitement. He said this, but involuntarily fantasized about the alluring sight beneath the table. Any man would succumb to such temptation, but ethics and morality restrained his actions. He was a father, not a beast, but a father is still a man.

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

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

After all that fuss, he hadn't eaten well and had lost his appetite. Duan Enze cleared the dishes, trying hard not to notice the underwear on the corner of the table. But when wiping the table, he couldn't decide whether to pick it up or leave it, always mindful of that forbidden place deep in his heart.

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

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

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

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

A father disciplining his daughter was always a weakness. [If Chunping were here, things would be better.] The father's doting affection far surpassed that of the mother, and he was also quite cautious about sensitive topics.

Duan Enze absentmindedly washed the dishes, his thoughts long since wandered to the distant past. His years of marital affection with Liu Chunping were now only tinged with concern for Duan Yingying.

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

The bath towel only covered half of her breasts, the two mounds squeezing out a thin slit in the middle, the alluring peach-like flesh making it difficult for Duan Enze to resist his lewd gaze.

"Go watch TV, don't bother me." Duan Sze was getting annoyed; he couldn't let his daughter run wild. Even jokes had their limits.

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

"No need, why are you being so disobedient? I told you..." Yingying gasped, as if something had slipped from her lips. "I'll..." The words caught in his throat as he turned away.

The white towel had probably been pulled off during their scuffle, resulting in even closer contact. His daughter's cool, smooth skin left a tingling sensation on his arm. Duan Enze couldn't tell whether to feel relieved or regretful. The moment he turned, his daughter's lithe body was revealed beneath the fallen towel. Her

delicate breasts stood erect before him, the two pale pink nipples tempting him to kiss them, while a patch of dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen aroused his most primal instincts.

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

"Dad..." Yingying said coquettishly, blushing shyly at being stared at naked by the man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need to pee." Yingying gently rubbed the door.

"Almost there, just a minute." Duan Enze was on the verge of ejaculating, but suddenly having to stop felt a significant sense of loss.

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

"I need to get dressed." Without much time to fuss, Duan Enze had no choice but to suppress his desire and prepare to wipe himself with a towel. "Didn't you pee while you were showering?"

"I wasn't in a hurry! Oh! I can't wait any longer." Yingying turned the lock, and the door opened with a click. In his haste, Duan Enze had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

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

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

"You..." Duan Enze couldn't scold his daughter. It was all his carelessness. He deeply regretted forgetting to lock the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you done yet?" Sex education for a girl is the most difficult thing for every father to talk about, and the hardest thing to face. So, holding the idea that she should know when she grows up might ruin her daughter's life.

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

"What!" Duan Enze had his back to his daughter, not daring to turn around, and only responded softly, but the question he was most afraid of being asked was still in front of him.

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

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

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

“Maybe it was due to stimulation or…” How could he explain that? He couldn’t exactly say that seeing a naked woman would make him get hard. Duan Enze chose the most euphemistic language, but he hadn’t figured out how to explain it clearly, and he was also worried that his daughter would misunderstand something.

“Is it because you saw… a naked woman?” Yingying seemed very relaxed, while Duan Enze was at his wit’s end.

“That’s one aspect.” Duan Enze cleared his throat, almost anticipating his daughter’s next question.

“Then Daddy… is it because you saw me? Hehe.” Yingying giggled sweetly.

“Aren’t you finished pooping yet?” Duan Enze was a little annoyed.

“Okay, okay! You’re so annoying, you hypocritical daddy, hehe!” Yingying stuck out her tongue. “Eek! Where’s the toilet paper?”

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

"No, Mom said that if girls don't clean their private parts properly, they'll get sick," Yingying retorted playfully. "Fine, I'll just wash it again."

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

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

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

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

"Grown up, what's the difference? Growing up means I'm not Dad's daughter anymore." She might not really care, but Duan Enze couldn't not care. Especially the thought of his daughter's shapely buttocks facing his erect penis made him afraid he might lose control and make a terrible mistake.

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

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

Duan Enze handed the showerhead behind his back without turning around. In truth, he had been suppressing a voyeuristic urge, his heart pounding with barely suppressed, wicked thoughts.

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

[Ah?] Hearing his daughter talk about puberty, Duan Enze seemed somewhat at a loss, almost rushing out of the bathroom, but he couldn't move his legs, caught in a conflict between lust and reason.

"Dad...look!" Yingying seemed to still have the innocent mindset of a little girl. Perhaps she hadn't considered how tempting this was for a man; she might even be doing it on purpose. But why was she suddenly acting like this? Duan Enze didn't want to understand, nor dared to think about it too much.

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

"Dad...why aren't you looking?" Yingying rubbed her elbows and shoulders against her father's broad back shyly. "Is it...that you're afraid to look?" His daughter moved even closer, as if a soft mound of flesh was pressing against him, or perhaps it was just Duan Enze's imagination.

"Dad, you don't have any lewd thoughts, do you?" Yingying said, actually feeling embarrassed. The bold idea she had initially had even startled herself. But the youthful recklessness and curiosity of adolescence took precedence. Their nascent ethical awareness was merely a hollow theoretical concept to the new generation, and their exploration and experimentation with taboos became guinea pigs to satisfy their vanity.

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

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

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

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

Yingying's wet, plump breasts, smooth and tempting like frozen pudding, were so alluring and rounded that they were irresistible, yet also hard to resist. Duan Enze unconsciously compared them to his wife Chunping's breasts; his breasts, after childbirth, were noticeably sagging, and the dark red nipples had become dry and withered from breastfeeding.

"Hehe, really?" Yingying was delighted and proud. Her father's approval was undoubtedly the best praise, filling her with confidence. Women value their figures above all else.

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

"If your mother were here, knowing how naughty you are, she'd spank you." Duan pretended to be serious, but his daughter's innocent expression made it impossible for him to be angry.

"Will Daddy spank my bottom?" Yingying asked dreamily, adding a question at the end that reignited Duan Enze's suppressed lust. "Will Daddy take off Yingying's pants and spank her?" his daughter asked mischievously, deliberately trying to make her father uncomfortable.

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

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

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

"Alright, alright, are you going to wash or not? Go out when you're done." Duan Enze turned away several times; he needed time to cool down his burning desire.

"Daddy hates me, is he angry with his daughter? Doesn't he like his daughter anymore?" Yingying almost cried, making Duan Enze wonder if he had spoken too harshly.

“How could Daddy dislike Yingying? I like her too much to handle.” Duan reached out to grab his daughter’s shoulder as usual, but then realized something and pulled back.

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

She kept circling back to that awkward topic. “Well… about the same.”

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

“Ah… um.” Duan Enze didn’t know how to answer this awkward question, stammering and covering his face.

“Then…” Yingying blushed even more. “Daddy, give me your hand.”

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

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

"And mine, is it bigger than Mommy's?" The eleven or twelve-year-old girl was just beginning her physical development, and her memory of her mother's figure wasn't very clear, but it was the only thing she could compare herself to.

Duan Enze felt like he was going crazy. As a father, he was actually holding his daughter's breast, even though it wasn't by choice.

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

"Yingying, a girl's breasts shouldn't be touched by just anyone," Duan Enze said seriously. This wasn't a topic that could be discussed with a smile. "Of course, you're already as good as your mother." He couldn't let the stalemate continue. Duan Enze was determined to regain the initiative. This wasn't the time to have a normal discussion about physiology.

"Mmm... Daddy's hands are so warm, so comfortable." Yingying's rosy cheeks were alluring, her soft breath wafting like orchids, instantly evoking tenderness.

Duan Enze was both captivated and terrified by his daughter's passionate and seductive demeanor. Every father longed to enjoy the warmth of his children's embrace, but the bond between father and daughter was limited to familial love; the forbidden zone of incest could not be crossed even slightly. However, Yingying's repeated challenges to the limits of morality were something he absolutely could not accept.

"Yingying, if you keep doing this, Daddy will really get angry, won't he?" Duan Enze shook his head. He truly hoped that the seductive desire in Yingying's eyes was just an illusion, that her current actions were an unintentional joke. He had a premonition that Yingying might actually be doing it on purpose. From pretending to sleep naked, to being exposed in the kitchen, to now bathing together, he desperately didn't want to believe it was real.

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

"Dad, don't hate me!" Emotion and despair were separated by a fine line; her eyes were brimming with tears, as if they might fall at any moment. "I just want you to touch me, Dad, is that too much to ask?" Yingying gripped her father's hands tightly to her chest, as if that warmth might be snatched away at any moment. "Can't even this small request be granted? Does Dad not like Yingying anymore?" Yingying's voice trembled, almost a sob.

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

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

"Dad... I won't get hurt, isn't Dad here with me?" Yingying's dejection vanished instantly, a single tear clinging to the corner of her eye, and her reassuring smile resonated in Duan Enze's heart.

Yingying's hands tightened their grip, as if hinting that her father wanted to knead her breasts; her troubled face was etched with a yearning for carnal pleasure.

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

Truly Chunping's daughter, the two shared so many similarities. From their facial features to their expressions, they were almost identical.

Duan Enze passively kneaded Yingying's tender breasts, as if he had returned to the time when Chunping was alive; the ambiguity of their intimacy felt like yesterday, and long-dormant desires were rekindled.

"Uh..." A rough, large hand covered her soft, supple breasts, the fleshy mounds shifting between flat and pointed, like a small boat on a lake, seemingly within reach but unattainable. "Dad... touch..." Yingying pulled her father's hand, intending to pull it downwards. "Touch... down there..."

Duan Enze didn't explicitly refuse, but his grip loosened slightly as his daughter pulled. As a man, Duan Enze felt anticipation for that mysterious valley, but as a father, he felt some resistance. His bottom line of not penetrating was too low; once he touched a woman's clitoris, it was hard to resist. Could he withstand such a test? Could he uphold his principles as a father and continue this passionate, indulgent game with his daughter?

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

His palm brushed against an erect nipple—his daughter's sensual reaction. As he slid down from the towering mountain peak to the plain, Duan Enze was filled with trepidation, unsure whether to continue or stop.

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

Duan Enze's indecisiveness had already caused him to miss the best opportunity to make a decision. The fall from the plains into the ravine was instantaneous.

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

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

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

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

"Mmm..." Yingying pressed her father's hand deeper, pulling and pushing, moaning a yearning for pleasure.

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

[This can't go on.] Duan Enze's weakened reason issued its final warning, and then his hand, trapped between his daughter's thighs, helplessly withdrew. A lonely, desolate emotion instinctively controlled his body; wasn't this what he wanted most? A forty-five-year-old man also has needs, needs that cannot be extinguished by relentless work, selfless love for his daughter, or solitary masturbation. They are simply hidden deep, suppressed in some self-destructive corner, ready to erupt mercilessly at the slightest provocation, even if the object is his own daughter, and Yingying happens to be that role.

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

His daughter's wet, flower-like lips sucked on his fingertips, her hips twisting to force his fingers to stir at the entrance of her honeyed orifice. His damp fingers, bound by ethical constraints, didn't respond appropriately, or perhaps this was his father's greatest indulgence.

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

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

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

Yingying felt as if she had fallen from heaven, plummeting into the air. She knew perfectly well that seeking comfort from her father was unrealistic, hindered by too many worldly constraints. Yet, she couldn't control her urge to take it further, to seek the possibility of unrestrained

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

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

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

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

Perhaps due to the height difference, when the 160cm daughter and 175cm father embraced, despite Yingying's long legs and her efforts to rise on her tiptoes, her hard penis only managed to slide from her lower abdomen to her mons pubis.

Duan Enze noticed Yingying clinging to his neck, his glans rubbing against a lush thicket of pubic hair. Their genitals were so close that Duan Enze almost had the urge to lift his daughter's buttocks and thrust into her honeypot—a mere thought that terrified him. Seeing Yingying in his arms like a ticking time bomb, capable of shattering him at any moment,

Yingying probably realized the situation was somewhat different from his expectations, and thus, she compromised, asking for more. "Dad...kiss me..."

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

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

His daughter's repeated unusual actions were nothing short of blatant provocation. Men are always powerless against a woman's allure, including a father's towards his daughter, which is why Duan Enze was terrified. Every potentially abrupt change in intimacy made him extremely nervous and hesitant. It was precisely because of his indecisiveness that his daughter's crazy behavior succeeded, and she slid step by step into the trap of tender passion.

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

"Just a little bit, just a little bit," Yingying pleaded desperately, finally receiving a hug in return. Perhaps Duan Enze genuinely wanted to quickly satisfy his daughter's request to shut her up and escape this dangerous entanglement.

Duan Enze's lips lightly touched Yingying's cheek, but unexpectedly, his daughter wasn't satisfied and made an even more outrageous demand. "Dad! You're so annoying! You're just giving Yingying a perfunctory answer.

It doesn't count. Let's do it again!" Yingying stubbornly persisted. "This time, I want you to kiss my lips as punishment, otherwise, I'll keep clinging to you like this. No cheating allowed." Yingying even pouted, feigning a spoiled attitude.

Duan Enze was both amused and annoyed; who was really cheating? Kissing lips was not something a father and daughter should do. He had already violated a taboo by touching Yingying's private parts; how could he continue without restraint?

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

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

"Waaah... Daddy's yelling at me!" Whether from shock or deliberate pretense, tears welled up in Yingying's eyes instantly. "I'm going to tell Mommy! Daddy's bullying me!"

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

"Alright, alright, I give in. Just one kiss, no more nonsense." His daughter's tears made him give in once again, and he felt guilty for not taking care of Chunping's precious feelings.

Those slightly parted, moist cherry lips and those deep, tearful eyes were incredibly alluring; just looking at them would make one's heart race. If it were Chunping in his arms instead of Yingying, Duan Enze would surely feel genuine happiness. However, the object of his affection was his own daughter, and the guilt of his moral conscience tormented him, especially since father and daughter were embracing in the bathroom, barely clothed, doing something shameful.

"Mmm..." Yingying responded cheerfully, as if she were quite looking forward to it.

His daughter's breath brushed against his face, and the closer they got, the more the burning heat made his mind wander, and the more excruciating the pain became.

He felt sorry for his departed wife, and he felt guilty towards his daughter's innocence; that sordid sin could never be washed away.

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

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

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

"Alright, alright. Dad won't blame you." Duan Enze just wanted to leave quickly and didn't want to continue entangled with his daughter. "We've kissed, it's time to get off." Yingying was practically clinging to him. He couldn't bear to pry her arms off his neck, and he was even more afraid to touch her sexy thighs. He really didn't know how to get his daughter's body off him.

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

Duan Enze nodded. He was used to his daughter's additional requests when she agreed to his demands. What he was most eager to do now was to keep his distance from his daughter. He would agree to ten requests, let alone one, as long as they weren't too outrageous. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to remind Yingying that she could only have one.

"When Daddy kisses Mommy, does he stick his tongue out?" Yingying looked at her father with a curious yet ambiguous expression, as if plotting an even more dangerous game.

"Yes." Finally, he had a legitimate reason to urge his daughter to get down. "I've answered, you should get down now, sweetie! Baby." Duan Enze was determined to answer even the most private questions quickly, as he only had one chance.

"Is Daddy so annoying? He doesn't even want to hold me a little longer." Yingying looked at her father with a wronged and sad expression. He had overlooked

something, though; his daughter's stubbornness was truly unmatched. Duan Enze was truly on the verge of tears.

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

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

"Tired!" Who said being stubborn was a woman's prerogative? Today, Duan Enze was prepared to put on a brave face.

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

"Okay, just one last one." Duan Enze tried the same trick again.

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

Typical little girl, innocent and uninhibited. But coming from seventeen, it had a different meaning.

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

"Because your mother and I have love, and Yingying and I have father-daughter affection." Of course, reasoning was the most effective method, but it still lacked evidence to convince people, and his daughter seized on the loophole.

"Can't you kiss someone because you're family? Then why can you kiss my face and touch my mouth, but you can't stick out your tongue?" Yingying argued, of course, she wouldn't keep her promise to get off her father.

"That's the second question!" Duan Enze interrupted, not to be outdone.

“No, this isn’t over. You haven’t explained the reason clearly.” Yingying said, snuggling closer to her father, intentionally rubbing her naked body against him to confuse him.

Could this issue be explained so clearly? Duan Enze sighed inwardly, after all, it involved a private matter that was difficult to discuss.

“You are Daddy’s daughter, that’s the reason.” It seemed that there was no other way but to use a forceful strategy. Constantly delaying or trying to appease him would only make him sink deeper.

“Is it really because I’m Daddy’s daughter?” Yingying looked disdainful. “Isn’t it because Daddy is afraid that after kissing you, he won’t be able to control himself and will want to enter Yingying’s body?” Perhaps because she thought of the implications of ‘entering the body,’ Yingying’s face flushed even more. Yingying’s words didn’t seem like she was ignorant about sex.

Her daughter’s words hit the nail on the head, piercing through Duan Enze’s long-standing concerns, but he never expected them to come from Yingying’s mouth. Duan Enze could neither admit nor deny it; the erect penis sandwiched between father and daughter was the best proof.

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

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

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

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

with his daughter. The choice between closeness and distance tormented Duan Enze, yet there seemed to be no way out. Either he would leave a sordid and despicable image in his daughter's heart, or he would fall into her trap, bearing a lifetime of guilt and blame. Under normal circumstances, no one would have the courage to choose momentary pleasure for a lifetime of torment, but human reason is most vulnerable at this moment. Greedy lust made him forget the severity of the consequences, because Duan Enze didn't fully realize that his daughter would set such a trap. He preferred to believe that Yingying was merely curious about sex, and he preferred to control the situation, minimizing the harm to his daughter.

When he touched those alluring lips again, and his tongue darted out, Duan Enze's fragile rationality crumbled in an instant. The touch of tongue against tongue was like an explosion of desire and conviction.

Yingying's passionate and domineering kisses, her constant sucking and biting of Duan Enze's lips and tongue, created a thin, oxygen-deprived atmosphere between father and daughter, causing them to lose their ability to think.

Pursued and entangled by her wet kisses, Duan Enze felt as if he had returned to the blissful days of many years ago, his enormous penis pressing against his daughter's lower abdomen aroused even more intensely. Yingying clearly felt the pulsation at the base of his penis, and in response, she thrust upwards with all her might, intending to let that thick weapon slide between her thighs. Unfortunately, without her father's initiative to lower his waist and lift Yingying up, it would be impossible for his penis to penetrate her.

Yingying squirmed anxiously in Duan Enze's arms, her left leg raised high. Her empty, thirsty body craved the caress of his penis, even just the gentle rubbing would be enough. One of her hands slowly moved towards their genitals, deliberately avoiding his body, perhaps to avoid his notice.

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

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

[No!] Duan Enze reflexively recoiled, causing the penis to arc through him and bounce right into a wet, moist hollow.

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

Every crime is preceded by a motive; the motive to violate his daughter had already been planted in her mind, so incest between father and daughter could happen at any moment.

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

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

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

A strong sense of guilt made him quickly break free from the control of his inner demons in the midst of lust. "Yingying! Enough!" This dangerous game that should have stopped long ago was about to develop into incest, with unimaginable consequences. Seeing his daughter's disappointed look, even though he was heartbroken, he had to act decisively, otherwise his daughter's overflowing flower stream would only make him sink deeper and deeper.

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

“Dad, it’s not your fault. It’s all Dad’s fault for not being strong enough. It’s Dad’s fault for hurting Yingying. Dad is sorry.” Duan Enze didn’t give Yingying a chance to argue. It was indeed his lack of willpower that led him to make the same mistake again and again. “Dad is going out now.”

“Dad…” Yingying felt embarrassed because her mischief had angered her father. But she seemed unwilling to give up. “Dad hasn’t helped me wash my back yet,” Yingying said shyly. “Yingying promises not to make trouble anymore, Dad, please don’t go!”

His daughter’s delicate appearance, coupled with her wet body, would be hard for any man to resist. Heaven knows if he could resist the temptation of his daughter’s body again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep doing this, Daddy will really get angry." Duan Enze blushed deeply at Yingying's teasing words. "I wouldn't even think about something like that," Duan Enze argued, claiming it was simply his intention as a father.

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

Duan Enze shamelessly persisted like a big boy. “I don’t want to, and I can’t do that. How could Dad and you do such a thing? Don’t you, a girl, have any shame? A girl’s…” Duan Enze thought of a woman’s private parts, but he was too embarrassed to say the word. “What kind of talk is it to put it together with a man’s?” He couldn’t find a better reason to defend himself.

“Hmph… What were you doing just now? Now you’re saying no, how annoying!” Yingying pouted. “Didn’t Dad promise to scrub Yingying’s back? Ugh! How long am I supposed to wait standing there?” Duan Enze seemed like a frightened bird, and Yingying couldn’t insist any further.

Women’s tempers change faster than flipping through a book; Duan Enze was used to it. Fortunately, Yingying didn’t pursue the matter further, otherwise he really wouldn’t know how to deal with his adorable yet ‘hateful’ daughter.

But now another problem arose. In the cramped bathroom, while wiping his daughter's back, his erect penis inevitably touched her buttocks. In this awkward atmosphere, Duan Enze dared not get too close, yet he couldn't reach the upper part of Yingying's back muscles. After hesitating for a long time, Duan Enze finally started with her lower back.

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

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

He could only reach towards the back of Yingying's neck with the brocade cake, trying to avoid touching her body, while his other hand supported his swollen penis against his lower abdomen. However, this meant he had to use much less force when rubbing his daughter's back, almost like a gentle pat to dry it.

Of course, Yingying wasn't happy about this. "Dad! What do you mean? What are you doing? Why don't you hold my back and rub it harder?" Yingying turned her head and stared at him with a strange look, almost like an adult scolding a child

. "You talk so righteously, but if you didn't have feelings for Yingying, why wouldn't you come near me? You lecherous dad, you stinky dad! I hate you!" Every word Yingying spoke seemed to condemn his behavior; he felt utterly ashamed of his daughter's trust. More and more obscene images were influencing him; whether it was his daughter's deliberate seduction or just unreasonable behavior, he couldn't shirk responsibility. "Dad..." Yingying waited for about ten or twenty seconds, but Duan Enze's hand didn't reach out. Turning around, she found Duan Enze awkwardly holding a cotton swab, one hand supporting his erect penis. "Dad..." Yingying's call turned into a coquettish murmur! "Is Daddy feeling uncomfortable like this?" She pointed to Duan Enze's groin. "Want some?" Yingying, her fingertip half-bitten, looked shy and alluring, her unspoken words making her incredibly seductive. Her pert breasts swayed with her coquettish twists, arousing Duan Enze's desire for their tender flesh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just this once! Okay? Don't hate me, Dad..." Duan Enze couldn't see Yingying's face and couldn't know her expression. But the moment his daughter's burning face pressed against his back, his heart trembled. Chunping had nestled against him like this before, her whispered words often echoing in his mind. At that time, she was most wronged, most helpless, and full of unspoken worries. Was his daughter the same? Did she harbor some unspeakable feelings?

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

"I..." Yingying hesitated, wavering, perhaps unsure how to begin. "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet... Can we do it later?" Yingying rubbed her face against Duan Enze's back muscles, as if searching for a more comfortable spot. The soft flesh rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally as Yingying moved.

The caress in his daughter's hand was much gentler and more pleasurable than his own rough masturbation. However, perhaps due to Yingying's lack of experience with men and women, the speed of her caress remained constant, neither fast nor slow. Although he had accumulated a lot of pleasure, he still couldn't get the stimulation of reaching the peak.

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

"Mmm..." Duan Enze hoped he could finish quickly so that this absurd and forbidden game could end.

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

"Mmm..." Answering this question was not easy; he might misunderstand his daughter, but he absolutely couldn't bring himself to say that his daughter wasn't doing a good enough job. "It's not that..." The words had barely left his mouth when Yingying completely misunderstood. The mistake was Duan Enze's vague and unclear words.

"Is it Yingying who did something wrong?" Yingying was taken aback, and at the same time, she felt ashamed. "Is it like this?" Yingying straightened up slightly, letting her breasts brush against her father's back, and her small hand holding his penis quickened its pace.

The bud on his chest hardened rapidly from the friction against her back muscles, the two nipples gently scraping against Duan Enze's heartstrings. Even Chunping had never been so unrestrained; hearing his daughter's soft moans and gasps only fueled Duan Enze's excitement.

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

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

"Dad... not yet?" Yingying seemed to be struggling from the large arches and friction, her heavy breathing hitting Duan Enze's back. The tender, beautiful flesh continued to caress and squeeze against his back from top to bottom. Sometimes her nipples brushed lightly, sometimes she gently pushed against them. This sent a tingling, tingling sensation through Duan Enze's heart, making his soul tremble.

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

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

"No! It's not Yingying's fault! It's Daddy's fault." Duan Enze turned around to comfort his heartbroken daughter, withdrawing his penis from Yingying's hand. Although he felt a slight reluctance, he immediately felt relieved. The momentary physical pleasure had brought with it an incredibly heavy psychological burden.

"Really?" Yingying seemed relieved, her flushed face relaxing considerably, though she still seemed quite worried. "But it!" Yingying looked down at the abnormally swollen, purplish-red glans. "It's alright, it

'll be fine in a bit!" Duan Enze was genuinely afraid his daughter would misunderstand him and do something even more outrageous.

"Yingying wants Daddy to ejaculate, I heard..." The curiosity and discussion about sex among seventeen-year-old girls isn't as taboo as legend suggests. Perhaps due to societal changes, today's teenagers have become more open about sex with the widespread use of internet culture. "If boys are always... always hard... it's... bad for their health!" She was still a girl, and expressing things about relationships, even intentionally, was still embarrassing. She looked at her father with heartache, worrying about something that wasn't her concern. Was it because she lost her mother too early that she subconsciously took on the role of the mistress of the house?

[Wanting Daddy to ejaculate!] Yingying's words echoed endlessly, their meaning clear without needing words. Was his daughter's sacrifice merely a momentary whim? Or...? The thought of oral sex repeatedly surfaced in his mind. He knew his physical desires, yet he suppressed them even more. Duan Enze thought it was outrageous for his father to make his daughter kiss his penis, yet the temptation to break free of his inhibitions was so stimulating. "Don't listen to nonsense. What are you little girls always talking about?" Duan Enze became displeased. Yingying's words weren't entirely wrong, but he absolutely couldn't let things escalate. Whether it was anticipation or worry, Duan Enze's heart was pounding wildly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yingying..." Duan Enze called out anxiously, but didn't stop her. As a man, a man who had been lonely for six years, his physical needs couldn't be completely buried by reason; this was something that caused Duan Enze both pain and helplessness.

Yingying's slender hand once again grasped Duan Enze's hard penis. Her rosy cheeks exuded charm, her half-closed, alluring eyes gazing seductively at her father, her slightly parted lips inching closer to the purplish-red glans.

Hot breath sprayed onto his glans, and Duan Enze could almost imagine the texture of her moist lips touching his penis. "Yingying...don't..." It was a symbolic resistance, or a reasonable excuse for his lack of consent, rather than a deliberate attempt to violate moral boundaries.

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

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

Duan Enze wished Yingying could use her agile lips, like during their passionate kiss, to suck on his penis as if it were his tongue. But his selfish indulgence of his daughter had already driven him to the brink of collapse; how could he dare to guide her to perform oral sex on him again?

The throbbing penis felt as sweet as if it were melting in his daughter's mouth, simultaneously clouding Duan Enze's senses. His glans, tingling with an intense, illicit impulse, was filled with an overwhelming urge. Pushing his daughter away was as painful and difficult as pulling himself out of a drunken stupor or escaping quicksand, but Duan Enze still knew he was a father, and he couldn't let this dangerous game continue. "Stop! I've already wronged your mother, I can't wrong you too!" He gently pushed his daughter away, cupping her pretty face in his hands. Perhaps it was the last vestige of his humanity that kept him going.

"Daddy, are you feeling unwell? Did Yingying not do well?" His daughter looked up at Duan Enze sadly, spitting out her father's penis, but her little hand still clenched it tightly, as if afraid of losing it.

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

Duan Enze could no longer care about his daughter's aggrieved face; he fled the bathroom in a panic, locked himself in his room, and buried his head in the pillow like a child. [Chunping… I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I didn't raise our daughter well, I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father! I… I'm such a beast!] The lingering taste of his penis melting in Yingying's mouth lingered, entangling and tormenting him, driving him to the brink of madness, yet he couldn't shake off his daughter's fragrant body; the tender, smooth flesh and the allure of her vulva repeatedly assaulted his mind.

Duan Enze lay weakly on the messy bed, desperately trying to escape, using countless acts of repentance to wash away his guilt.

"You're a fucking pervert! You actually raped your own daughter, do you have any humanity?!" "Don't talk to this beast, aren't you afraid of getting your mouth dirty?!" "Do you even deserve to be a father? Your own daughter... I was truly blind." "You're not human! Get out! I don't have a brother like you! Get out of my house."...

"No... I didn't... Let me explain...! No... No... It's not like that..." Duan Enze jumped up, only to realize that the curses and contempt from his relatives, colleagues, and neighbors were just a nightmare.

He didn't know how much time had passed; he had probably fallen asleep from exhaustion. It was pitch black outside, so it must have been very late. [What time is it?] He prepared breakfast and dinner for his daughter every day. [I haven't made dinner yet, I'm afraid Yingying will be hungry!] Duan Enze jumped out of bed and quickly turned on the light to check the time.

[It's so late.] It was already past nine o'clock at night. [Has Yingying eaten?] Even if his daughter made a terrible mistake, in Duan Enze's eyes she would always be his precious child, and her health was his top priority.

He opened the door; the living room was still dark. Seeing that his daughter's bedroom door was closed, he assumed she was asleep. [She has school tomorrow; I wonder if she's eaten.] At seventeen, she certainly wouldn't let herself go hungry, but as parents, it's impossible not to worry. Besides, what happened at noon—he wondered if his daughter would overthink things.

'Thump...bang...!' Duan Enze stepped lightly and landed on something.

By the light from the room, he was startled to find two side dishes and rice placed by the door. He vaguely remembered someone calling him to eat; it wasn't a dream.

Duan Enze felt another pang of guilt. He hadn't taken good care of Yingying; instead, his daughter was taking care of him. [Yingying, you've grown up.] The greatest joy for parents is seeing their children grow up, but the current situation made Duan Enze feel even more guilty.

Eating the meal cooked by his daughter, Duan Enze felt happy, yet the sight of her alluring body brought a bitter taste. The complex emotions—sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy—reflected his truest feelings at that moment. He

quietly cleared the dishes and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He hadn't yet sorted out how to face tomorrow. Should he pretend nothing had happened, or should he have a frank conversation with his daughter? Duan Enze felt lost. Discussing sex with his daughter was never an easy topic, whether as a father, a man, or a friend, and he was in a disadvantaged and passive position.

'Clack...clack...clack...' The sound of his daughter's slippers came from the living room. Duan Enze hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled the covers over himself and lay down.

The bathroom door opened and closed with a creak. [Did kicking the dish wake Yingying?] For some reason, every tiny sound his daughter made tugged at Duan Enze's nerves. He could almost hear the rushing water in the bathroom, and even imagine the jet of water spraying from her lower body. *Whoosh…

plop… plop… plop… creak…* The series of actions from flushing the toilet to getting up and opening the door abruptly stopped in front of his bedroom. Just as Duan Enze was wondering what was going on, his daughter's footsteps moved to his room. "Dad… Dad!"

Yingying called tentatively.

The more anxious he was, the more likely it was to happen. Duan Enze was most afraid of what was happening to the other side, so he pretended to be asleep and ignored her.

Seeing no response from inside, Duan Yingying hesitated for a moment before turning to leave, but she didn't go to her room; she went to the kitchen. It turned out Yingying was concerned about whether he had eaten.

It was truly a case of judging a gentleman by one's own petty standards. Duan Enze was deeply moved by his daughter's concern, and he couldn't bring himself to blame her for her excessive behavior at noon.

"Dad... are you asleep?" Yingying returned to Duan Enze's door and asked softly.

However, being alone with his daughter, Duan Enze couldn't help but be touched. He didn't respond and continued to pretend to be asleep, hoping that Yingying would think he was asleep and leave. [Is something wrong? She won't come in, will she?] Perhaps it was the heat, but Duan Enze wasn't wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxer shorts, lying half-naked on the bed. Afraid that his daughter would hear him if he got up, he didn't dare to go and get a shirt.

"I! Can I come in?" Yingying hesitated at the door, her thoughtful tone making Duan Enze unable to continue being indifferent.

It wasn't at all what Duan Enze had imagined. Yingying seemed determined to come in. [What does she want?] He was wondering when the lock turned. The pale yellow light from outside shone into the room, and he knew his daughter had entered. Approaching softly, Duan Enze's heart clenched even tighter. Today was different, completely unlike usual, with a strange feeling.

Duan Enze didn't have the habit of locking the door; it was an inevitable consequence of being a parent for many years. Even while sleeping, he always had one ear closed to his child—presumably every parent was like that. The last time he locked the door was probably out of a psychological need to escape!

"There are some things... I've thought about them for a long time, can I tell Daddy?" The other half of the mattress creaked, and Duan Enze could clearly feel the fragrance emanating from his daughter's body behind him.

[It's so late, can't we do it tomorrow? Was it during the day... because of what happened during the day? What happened? Could it be that she's in love, but...] The more Duan Enze thought, the more confused and anxious he became.

"Daddy's still awake, right? Didn't you say that if Yingying has something on her mind, she can tell Daddy?" Yingying turned slightly, not leaning over, but it still made Duan Enze's palms sweat.

The late-night heart-to-heart talk was somewhat unpredictable. Considering his daughter's sudden, bold 'prank' during the day, Duan Enze instinctively felt that tonight's topic was unusual.

"Dad... are you listening?" His daughter still cared about her father's reaction. As a girl about to become an adult, she also had moments when she wanted to hear her elders' opinions, especially when she was unsure of what to do.

"I know you're not asleep yet, Dad!" Yingying said shyly. "I want to hug Dad. Dad... is that okay?" Duan Enze was in a dilemma. If he didn't let his daughter get close, he would be admitting he was pretending to sleep, and it would also ruin the atmosphere for their conversation. But what if it was just a normal heart-to-heart talk? Even a very private topic could be used as an opportunity to guide her. However, acquiescing still carried a certain risk. He had been fooled once before, so he was naturally wary.

[If Chunping were here, they would probably be lying together talking, right?] Actually, that would be more comfortable than face-to-face; eye contact created an invisible pressure. But the intimacy between a mother and daughter was completely different from that between a father and daughter.

His daughter lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped behind Duan Enze. Her delicate fragrance enveloped his senses, and her soft, round breasts pressed against his firm back through the thin fabric. His daughter had actually taken the initiative to lie on his bed.

"Dad... I've fallen for a boy." Her slender hands crept up his chest through his armpits. "He's mentioned many times that he wants to take things further with me." Yingying's rapid heartbeat transmitted through his back, and she hugged her father tightly with her smooth hands, letting Duan Enze share her inner turmoil.

[Take things further! Is it a hug, a kiss, or... are young people these days so open?] Take things further, after holding hands, they've established a romantic relationship; further still, a hug, a kiss; and then, isn't that caressing and sex? [Has it already come to that?] It's good that his daughter told him now, otherwise, he would be devastated if she cried about it in front of him while heavily pregnant. Duan Enze didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Had he not cared enough for his daughter? He hadn't even noticed her early signs of romance?

His erection stirred, and the phrase "take it a step further" ignited his desires. Even Duan Enze, as a father, couldn't resist. His daughter's breasts were pressed against his back; how could he remain unmoved?

"I know he's a womanizer, but I just can't control my feelings for him," Yingying buried her head in Duan Enze's hair, her hot breath tickling his neck, making him unbearably aroused. "I like his handsomeness, his manly charm, and his free spirit, his bad-boy charm. In short… I can't stop thinking about him." His daughter's confession pierced Duan Enze's heart like a thorn. Not only had his daughter, whom he had raised with such difficulty for over a decade, become someone else's bride, but the man who wanted to possess her was a young, womanizing playboy. He

could only suppress his anger. He still had a chance to warn his daughter, but the difficult thing was, once a woman falls madly in love, she truly doesn't care about the consequences. How could he explain this to her? Duan Enze pondered in his mind. He was about to speak when Yingying spoke first.

"I really want to give it to him! I love the feeling of him touching me and kissing me, it's so sweet and warm." Yingying seemed lost in happy memories. But to Duan Enze, these words were like a thorn in his side. His chest tightened, but he couldn't bring himself to scold her. At this moment, guidance was crucial, but he hadn't yet figured out where to begin.

"But I don't want to give him my first time, because I know he won't be my husband, he won't be with me for life." Yingying's tone shifted, and she immediately seemed more mature. "However, I still really want to do it with him. Because I like him." Yingying's explicit expression of her desire to have sex with a man surprised Duan Enze; she was completely different from her naive and clueless self at noon. [What? Do it? Does she mean…] His daughter was only seventeen, her body not yet fully mature, and she was already about to taste forbidden fruit? He had to stop her no matter what. Duan Enze shrugged, preparing to get up, but Yingying held him tightly and continued before he could finish.

"Dad, I know you must be very unhappy, but let me finish first, then you can be angry, okay? I'll give you an explanation." Yingying knew her father well; she wanted to give him a strong preemptive strike before he lashed out, and also give him a reason to continue 'pretending to be asleep.' Of course, it wasn't impossible that only in this way would she have the courage to finish her story. "The day before yesterday, I was on duty, and after school, it was just him and me in the class." Duan Enze was considering telling his daughter about the importance of chastity for girls when her recollection interrupted his thoughts. [What was she trying to tell me?] Duan Enze swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, filled with doubt. He really wanted to know what had happened to Yingying.

"He closed the door and hugged me from behind." Yingying hugged her father, recounting the scene that happened at school that day in a seemingly calm tone. "I really liked his warm embrace; it made me feel very comfortable." Yingying didn't seem very reserved; perhaps it was easier to let down one's guard at night, and also easier to indulge oneself.

"He kissed my neck, it tickled, and he touched my breasts through my clothes from the front. But I didn't refuse... because his kisses made me feel safe, and his touches made me feel relaxed. Later, he unhooked my bra, and I didn't object; I even wanted him to touch me from inside." Listening to his daughter's tender words with another boy, Duan Enze felt both excited and indignant, and he couldn't help but connect the dots with his daughter's words. It was as if he were witnessing another man taking advantage of his daughter, a heart-wrenching experience akin to catching his wife cheating, yet he couldn't help but want to continue listening.

Duan Enze couldn't help but get an erection, as if it were him holding his daughter from behind, not the male classmate he loathed. He played with his daughter's breasts in his hands, the smooth texture seeming to reappear in his palms.

[She'd already taken off her bra, yet she let that man put his hands inside. How could she be so shameless? And in broad daylight in the classroom, wasn't she afraid of being seen and expelled? It's too much!] Duan Enze's blood rushed to his head, and he could barely control the anger burning in his chest.

"When he reached inside my shirt and touched my breasts, you know, I immediately felt something... um... how should I put it, I was wet down there... I wanted it." Yingying clung to her father, wriggling, as if she herself felt something as she said those words.

[Wet down there, wanted it...] Those words exploded in Duan Enze's mind. His daughter's exposed vulva on the bed and her sticky crotch in the bathroom immediately flashed before his eyes, and Duan Enze suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to penetrate her.

"Then his hand even went inside my skirt..." Before her father could react, Yingying continued to pull Duan Enze's thoughts to another point.

Just like his own hand being pulled to his daughter's private parts, the fantasy and the scene in the bathroom overlapped, and the slippery feeling returned to Duan Enze's fingers. "I like him touching my butt, I even let him put it inside my underwear." Her round, plump buttocks were elastic and soft, and holding them in his hands made him reluctant to let go, and he even wanted to penetrate the tempting peach blossom between her buttocks. The bouncy texture of Yingying's buttocks made his penis begin to swell rapidly and become as hard as iron. It wasn't that he was having wild thoughts, but every man would be aroused at this moment.

[She actually let a boy put his hand inside her underwear, and if she let it go, she'd take her underwear off and they'd start doing it at school.] Thinking of his daughter doing lewd things with her male classmates in the classroom, his penis throbbed painfully. The image of a boy and a girl having sex on a desk had moved from an AV movie to reality, and the female lead was his own daughter.

Duan Enze's blood was surging; feigning sleep was no longer an option to escape or control him. He almost jumped up and blurted out a string of curses. [Is this the reason Yingying wanted to give me? I can't let her continue like this. I've spoiled her too much; I can't let her get away with it.] Duan Enze was already considering punishment.

"He kept telling me he loved me in my ear. Although I knew it wasn't true, my heart was itching, and I wanted to believe it was his true feeling." The warm breath his daughter exhaled on the back of his neck was like the boy's breath on Yingying's neck, constantly arousing his desire.

"He made me turn around and started kissing me. I felt him taking off my underwear, but my body was limp and I didn't want to move. I don't know, maybe I was kind of looking forward to him taking off my underwear." Yingying said, wrapping her legs around Duan Enze's thighs. Her cool skin against his thighs felt indescribably wonderful.

[Looking forward to it? She's practically ready to strip naked and let someone else have their way with her. Has she forgotten all the morals and shame she's been taught over the years?] Duan Enze was overcome with grief, feeling a cruel twist of fate. [Why is this happening? Is God punishing me like this?] Having lost his beloved, he now faced his daughter's troubles. While academic problems could be solved, the most difficult issue to address between father and daughter was their physical and emotional connection.

"His kisses are so forceful, so sweet. He keeps sucking on my tongue and squeezing his saliva onto me," Yingying said shyly, rubbing her face against Duan Enze's shoulder. It took great courage to speak of such a private and embarrassing topic.

Had Yingying learned the way she used her tongue when kissing his daughter from that rascal? The thought made Duan Enze inexplicably uncomfortable, like a cat scratching at his heart. Although his daughter would eventually marry, out of sight, out of mind. But hearing it from Yingying's mouth, the empathy felt like being torn apart!

“Every time he kisses me, there’s this… well, how do I describe it? A little dizzy, yet perfectly lucid kind of feeling.” He couldn’t see his daughter’s expression behind him, but he knew helplessly that she was succumbing to the illusion of love, willing to sacrifice the most precious thing in her life: her chastity. Duan Enze felt a strange sense of frustration. However, his daughter’s next words drew his attention again. The astonishing details of sex, spoken directly by his daughter, were a hundred times more stimulating than sexual fantasies or watching porn. Duan Enze perhaps even felt a reluctance to let her finish.

“When I came to my senses, I found that he had even taken off my skirt and underwear.” Being violated by that boy while naked, with two hands roaming over her smooth, white buttocks. [If he’d taken off my skirt, what wouldn’t he do?] If his daughter still knew how to protect herself, getting pregnant was only a matter of time.

Duan Enze trembled with excitement, wanting to turn over, but was stopped by Yingying’s seductive voice. "Dad! You know what? At the time, I wasn't angry at all, and... and... I was even... excited." Duan Enze's thoughts were completely controlled by his daughter's words, immersed in the boy's unrestrained caresses. Yingying pressed herself tightly against her father, as if trying to burrow into his body. The image of

his daughter's naked body and a strange boy appearing together in the empty classroom, the lewd scene, was clearly etched into Duan Enze's mind. What he couldn't understand was what kind of charm that young man possessed that made his daughter willing to risk everything and have a clandestine affair with him in public at school. If he found out who it was, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

"Not only was I not angry, but I also longed for him to touch me more directly, more roughly, even possess me. I wanted to be his woman, I wanted him to love me." As she spoke, she hugged Duan Enze even tighter. Who says that a teenage girl's heart is still closed, like a budding flower? Children today, thanks to the multimedia age, mature much earlier than the previous generation. Modern youth, with their increasingly open attitudes towards sex, often possess life values and morals that even their elders can't match.

[Lian Chunping has never been so blatant before. I really don't know where girls these days learn this from!] Faced with his daughter's naked desires, Duan Enze seemed at a loss. What use were traditional moral values and the concept of chastity to them? Perhaps when it came to grand principles of human relationships, she knew more than you did.

"Even though I know he'll likely be in someone else's arms soon after he gets me, I'm still willing, even if it's just for a day." Yingying's face was burning with emotion, the heat spreading from the back of Duan Enze's neck to his chest, so hot it felt like he was about to melt.

"But I don't want to feel a sense of loss after he breaks up with me." Yingying's tone revealed a different kind of catharsis, a struggle against societal norms. [Why didn't that boy get her after taking off her underwear?] This question seemed to give Duan Enze an excuse, a reason to indulge.

"They say a woman has a special feeling for her first man, and I don't want to always have that. It's like he owes me something. I want to give my first time to someone who will never hurt me, someone who will always love me." Yingying gently kissed Duan Enze's neck, her fragrant scent transforming his anger into a long-suppressed desire, burning Duan Enze's fragile reason and scorching Yingying's empty body.

When Yingying's truest feelings spilled out, Duan Enze was deeply shocked. His scalp tingled, and he trembled with cold.

Whether interpreted literally or in conjunction with his actions, the person his daughter was referring to, the first man in his life, was himself. It's also easy to understand why his daughter's prank during the day was a blatant seduction, a temptation that tormented him as a father.

“Yingying…” Duan Enze couldn’t hold back any longer. In his mind, incest between father and daughter was absolutely unacceptable.

“Dad! Let me finish speaking first. Promise me you’ll listen to me and then stay angry with Yingying, okay?” His daughter’s pleading seemed to carry a hint of insincere distress. Duan Enze wasn’t entirely without responsibility for the situation.

"Dad, don't blame him, it's my fault, my bad behavior." In an instant, glistening tears welled up between their skin. "Isn't your daughter very bad, very shameless?" Before Duan Enze could respond, Yingying continued. "I started masturbating when I was sixteen. I fantasized about handsome celebrities, I fantasized about my favorite male classmates, and I even fantasized about Dad!" The daughter's leg hooked around her father's leg and rubbed against him, while her other leg squeezed between his legs, using his arched buttocks to rub against her lower abdomen.

[Fantasized about Dad!] Did Yingying use herself as an object when she masturbated? Duan Enze felt dizzy. Even though he was her father, he shouldn't have said things like 'masturbation.' Was his daughter so bold that she had no sense of shame at all? This shouldn't be something a seventeen-year-old girl would say. Even he, in his forties, and his wife Chunping, whom he had been married to for over ten years, would at most say 'I want it.'

However, the most direct reaction Duan Enze got from his daughter's words was his throbbing penis, and the image of his daughter masturbating on the bed with her legs spread, calling his name.

Beneath their wildly beating hearts lay the same desire. A shackle of kinship lay between the man and woman lying in each other's arms. Sexual intercourse beyond father-daughter relations was against the natural order, but the iron chains of morality couldn't withstand the corrosive power of lust; they had begun to crack.

"He used to touch me through my underwear, but I've always wanted him to put it inside my pants," Yingying said, ignoring her father's trembling from shock and anger, lightly changing the subject. But every word she uttered struck Duan Enze's heart like a hammer blow, almost suffocating him. His daughter's lewd behavior was something he couldn't imagine, yet it had actually happened. He had no chance to avoid it, only silence. [Before! They used to French kiss, and she even touched his private parts through his clothes. When did it start? She comes home on time every day, and she does this too? She's so bold!] At this moment, Duan Enze was increasingly unable to control his inner impulses and anger, wanting to question his daughter about her lack of self-respect.

"Dad, I'm wet, just like when he touched me," Yingying suddenly said, grabbing Duan Enze's chest as if trying to merge her into her father's body. Duan Enze was overwhelmed by his daughter's series of almost frenzied, lewd words. His chaotic thoughts clouded his judgment; from ethics to self-love, from a correct worldview to lifelong happiness, the topics to be discussed were far too broad and numerous. And under his daughter's wanton embrace, maintaining moral boundaries was extremely difficult; could he even articulate those principles clearly?

The phrase "I'm wet!" formed a tidal wave in Duan Enze's heart, threatening to shatter him to pieces. His ever-increasing lust, fueled by his daughter's seductive words, surged wildly, making him feel like a small boat adrift in a sea of debauchery, ready to capsize at any moment.

"When he touched the inside of my thigh, I got even wetter down there. I was shy, but incredibly excited. I was looking forward to him touching me there; I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't control myself. I wanted him to know how much I loved him, to know how much I felt for him." With her bare bottom exposed, letting that boy touch her vulva directly, what was Yingying trying to do? Was she really planning to have sex with that boy right there at school? Had his daughter fallen so low? Was it because he hadn't given her enough affection? Was it just curiosity about sex and boredom? Or were children nowadays exposed to too many things they shouldn't have? Duan Enze couldn't figure out the reason. Besides resentment, he should reflect on his own actions. Perhaps it was because he hadn't cared enough about his daughter's life and studies, and lacked communication. This was probably a dilemma and difficulty every single father faced.

"Yingying..." Duan Enze had experienced teenage rebellion, but children from single-parent families needed more understanding and patience to dispel their distorted impressions of the real world. At this point, what happened and what didn't happen were irrelevant. He still wanted to use tolerance to correct his daughter's extreme thinking.

"Dad, it's okay if you hit me or scold me, but please let me finish what I've said. I don't know if I have the courage to say it again today." Yingying knew she had really gone too far today. Even her father, who always doted on her, had no reason not to lose his temper, as if he wouldn't have another chance if he didn't finish speaking his mind today.

"Dad, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm so stupid, aren't I?" Warm tears slowly dripped down between their necks as his daughter's face pressed against his.

[Is Yingying crying? Did that brat bully her?] The sudden tears startled Duan En. What emotions were his crybaby daughter experiencing this time?

"When his fingers went in... went in there..." Yingying hesitated, perhaps embarrassed by the thought of that boy inserting his fingers into her virginity, and also unsure of the stimulation and shock it would cause her father. She was a little hesitant. "I... I feel so sad, so sad that I want, want him, his..." When it came to male organs, Yingying was still just a little girl, too shy to continue.

Duan Enze couldn't listen any longer. His erect penis was swollen to its limit, and he feared he wouldn't be able to suppress the urge. Furthermore, the selfishness of human nature prevented him from understanding his daughter's sexual thoughts—a scenario no man would ever want to fantasize about.

"I want him to fully enter my body, I want to be his woman." The more Duan Enze tried to resist, the more Yingying intensified her stimulation of her father's taut bowstring. She didn't give him any chance to interrupt, nor did she care about the impact her erotic words would have on him. Her goal was clear: she was willing to go through fire and water.

"Yingying, that's enough! Stop! Don't say anymore!" Duan Enze sat up abruptly, glaring at his daughter. If he didn't assert his fatherly authority, he didn't know how things would end. Regardless of the reason, what she had done was unforgivable; what explanation was needed?

"Dad, I'm sorry, Yingying is so annoying, so shameless, isn't she?" Faced with his crying, apologetic daughter, even the fiercest anger couldn't ignite in Duan Enze, yet he still couldn't suppress his trembling resentment, his eyes wide and his teeth clenched.

"How can you face yourself? How can you face your deceased mother?" His precious daughter, like a pearl in his palm, couldn't be cursed or humiliated with vicious words. Duan Enze struggled for a long time before piecing together the harshest words he had ever uttered.

"I know Dad won't forgive me." Yingying also propped herself up, her helpless eyes pleading in the pale moonlight. "Do you know? A girl's most beautiful and radiant years are only a short twenty-odd years. Can Dad bear to let his daughter waste ten years of her most youthful and beautiful years, alone in loneliness?" Yes, men can trample on chastity at will, yet women are expected to preserve their virginity and waste their lives. Parents always say they are doing it for their children's happiness, but in reality, they inevitably have a selfish side. If their son gets someone pregnant, they only get a beating and a scolding. His daughter was bullied and had to swallow her anger, never understanding the young man's true thoughts. Therefore, Duan Enze lacked confidence and felt very guilty.

"Men all have a virginity complex; it's about your lifelong happiness. You can't ruin your future for a moment of pleasure!" Duan Enze said earnestly. Seeing his daughter happy and carefree was a parent's greatest wish. Even if his children suffered for a short time, it was better than a lifetime of torment.

"Hypocritical! Hypocritical! Even Dad is so hypocritical!" Yingying's brows were full of stubborn dissatisfaction. The outdated ideas accumulated over thousands of years seemed absurd and laughable in her hot-blooded eyes. "If he loves that hymen, not me, I'd rather not have it." It's the 21st century; these ancient ideas are not only an obstacle to social development in the minds of young men and women, but also an obstacle to love.

“Do you think like that? Do others think like that too? If you meet someone you love very much, but they care about you, it will be too late to regret it.” From a parent’s perspective, that’s all they can say. They can’t just slap her and use force to solve the problem. Although Duan Enze was trembling with anger, he could only suppress his temper and patiently explain.

“I don’t regret it, I won’t regret it. At least I had it.” Yingying showed the typical willfulness and recklessness of adolescence. “If he really cares, modern medicine is so advanced, why not get it done for him?” Her daughter’s words left Duan Enze speechless. The overwhelming crowds and advertisements for hymen repair on the streets made young people even more unscrupulous.

"Dad, do you know? Every night, I feel an emptiness that pierces my heart. The loneliness drives me crazy, the emptiness keeps me awake. I really crave something to fill that void." The unspoken conversation didn't end with the father-daughter argument; a palpable eroticism still lingered between them.

For the first time today, Duan Enze looked directly at his daughter. Yingying wore a silk halter dress, but there was no sign of underwear. Not wearing a bra at home is a common habit for many women, and Duan Enze had often witnessed his daughter's beautiful breasts exposed when she bent over. But tonight, Yingying's braless shoulders were particularly striking in Duan Enze's eyes.

"Yingying, this is a process everyone goes through. Have you thought about the consequences of indulging in momentary pleasure?" Duan Enze had also been young once, and had experienced countless lonely and empty nights. “If people don’t learn to control their desires, if everyone does whatever they want, there will be no order in society, and what’s the difference between them and wild animals? What makes humans human, and not animals, is that humans know how to regulate their words and actions, and have self-respect and self-love.” Duan Enze was heartbroken; his daughter’s sadness made him sad too. He so wished he could always make her happy. “What if you had a relationship with the boy you like?” Although he hated that boy, he couldn’t avoid the question and had to face it. “Would he really love you wholeheartedly, instead of showing off in front of others?” His daughter had never been in love and was easily deceived and misled. He had to clear the fog for her, tell her about the various consequences she hadn’t considered, and guide her out of the dead end. “You may not think so, but your classmates would never be proud of you. They might even be laughing at you behind your back, thinking you’re a promiscuous, frivolous…open, and depraved girl!” Duan Enze had thought of words like ‘vulgar’ and ‘cheap,’ but he couldn’t bring himself to use them to describe his daughter, not even to imitate someone else’s tone.

"Why care about what others think?" Is egocentrism a common problem among young people today? Excessive egocentrism only breeds arrogance and has no benefits whatsoever. Duan Enze was surprised; his daughter, whom he had always thought was very obedient, was so unwilling to listen to other opinions.

"To pretend to be aloof and superior in front of others, is that why you're compromising yourself? Is Daddy hypocritical like that too?" Yingying stared at Duan Enze questioningly. Perhaps because she hadn't entered society, she didn't understand that the whole society was hypocritical, that people hid their true selves behind masks of hypocrisy, including her father.

"This isn't hypocrisy. If you live by so-called authenticity, you won't survive. Maybe you don't understand yet. Things in this world can't be judged by whether they're hypocritical or not. 'Adaptation' is more appropriate; you adapt to society, not the other way around." Misunderstandings can lead astray, just as the old saying goes: young people can't properly distinguish right from wrong, and there's some truth to that.

"Isn't that hypocrisy?" Yingying displayed an unprecedented stubbornness, seemingly determined to prove she wasn't entirely wrong, that the younger generation's new ideas and concepts couldn't be judged by outdated notions. "Dad's always spouting morality, but when he saw Yingying's…body, didn't he want it too?" Living under the same roof, it was impossible to completely avoid awkwardness; there were always occasional unexpected moments that revealed a side of her father she didn't know.

"That! That's a normal physiological reaction. You're Dad's daughter, you absolutely couldn't have such thoughts." It was a white lie; the physiological reaction was true, but saying she absolutely had no thoughts was a bit of an exaggeration.

Yingying caught the glint in her father's eyes, and she decided to prove her point in the most impulsive way. She lifted her nightgown, and in less than two seconds, she was completely naked before her father's eyes.

The silk fabric concealed her naked body; Yingying's unexpected action stunned Duan Enze.

"Yingying, what are you doing? Put your clothes on quickly. Be careful not to catch a cold!" The lights weren't on, but the moonlight was enough to accentuate her sweet curves.

Following the path down her snow-white neck, from her firm, luscious breasts and slender waist to the alluring dark pubic hair between her long, jade-like legs, it was the ultimate challenge for Duan Enze, who hadn't tasted flesh in years.

"Daddy said you absolutely had no thoughts, so why are you afraid to look at your daughter?" Yingying said, deliberately puffing out her chest and swaying her breasts provocatively. Duan Enze hadn't expected his daughter to use that statement so dramatically; the word "absolutely" had put him in a passive position.

"What's there to see? You were raised by Daddy, what haven't you seen?" As a father, if he couldn't resist his daughter's temptations, he wouldn't be qualified to be a parent. Even if his daughter took advantage of him, he absolutely couldn't have the slightest impure thought. Duan Enze forced himself to blank his mind, desperately trying to keep his thoughts from anything erotic. Yingying

wasn't satisfied. In her eyes, her father wanted her, and she wanted to break down that hard, false barrier.

"Ugh!" Girls all enjoy the vanity of being watched. Yingying pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction with her father's 'indifference'. “I’ve seen Yingying too…” She suddenly seemed to remember something, her face flushing red. With shyly lowered eyes, she uttered words that nearly drove Duan Enze mad. “Yingying’s peeing place?” Her daughter made no attempt to hide her desire. Her boldness, her straightforwardness, and her sincerity in loving and hating, acting on her thoughts, were her strengths, but used in the wrong way, they were fatal.

[Peeing place?] A young girl’s tender private parts were like a poisonous poppy, exceptionally beautiful yet extremely dangerous. “Enough! Don’t you know shame?” Duan Enze roared; he was truly angry. Not stopping Yingying’s intentional or unintentional teasing and seduction would only lead to one result. Whether it was a 'prank' or 'curiosity,' there should be a limit. Since Duan Enze couldn’t erase the impression of his daughter’s private parts, he could at least restrain his actions.

Yingying trembled at the startled cry, but surprisingly, she didn’t cry; instead, she became even more stubborn. “Yingying is so shameless! Yingying is so lewd as to want to do that kind of thing with Daddy.” After being scolded by her father, Yingying seemed to decide to fight to the death, expressing her most honest thoughts without any pretense.

“Yingying! You…” Duan Enze was stunned. The veil of secrecy had been pierced, forcing two lonely hearts to be nakedly exposed to each other.

“Daddy, hit me, scold me, it’s Yingying’s fault.” She said in a mournful tone with a thick nose, “I can’t control myself from thinking about… Yingying just masturbated thinking about Daddy’s appearance, imagining being kissed by Daddy… Daddy touching here.” Yingying clasped one hand to her heart. “Inside.” The other hand pressed against the groin.

[No… this isn’t real.] He would rather his daughter play an excessive joke, or it be a wet dream, than have this illicit affair played out on him. [Just now?] Duan Enze couldn't help but imagine that just as he kicked the bowl, Yingying was next door, inserting her fingers into her vagina, fantasizing about making love with him.

Even when his daughter was born, he and Chunping had devised a thousand strategies to dissuade her from early relationships, never expecting this situation. He had only ever heard of beastly fathers abusing their daughters, never of a daughter actively pursuing her father.

"Do you know what you're doing? This is incest..." Squeezing out the word that had been stuck in his throat, he felt a slight sense of relief; perhaps it was easier to say it openly. "Incest is unacceptable to society. What will others think?" He wouldn't be so afraid of the accusations and insults if he were the only one to bear them, but he couldn't let his daughter suffer them.

"Is incest illegal? If it isn't, what business is it of others?" The generational differences in thinking created an insurmountable gap in their perspectives.

"It's not other people's business, but it concerns your life and your future." His daughter would eventually grow up and get married. All parents can do is try their best to pave a smooth and bright path for them before things get to this point.

"Put on your clothes and go to sleep, Dad doesn't blame you. Don't overthink it, you have class tomorrow." Yingying's nightgown was beside her, and getting close to the naked body of a young girl was still not easy for Duan Enze. He casually pulled the sheet over his daughter. At this moment, he felt somewhat disoriented. Excitement, anger, helplessness. Like a taut string gradually relaxing under the alternation of these states, even his penis was numb with hardness. He didn't want to argue anymore; perhaps a change of environment and atmosphere would facilitate communication.

Yingying pulled back the sheets and threw herself into Duan Enze's arms without hesitation. "I just want to be closer to Daddy, is that not allowed?" She gently cupped her stubble-covered cheeks with her soft little hands, her heart aching at the marks left by his hard work for her. "I don't want to give my most precious first time to those boys. If I'm going to give it, it'll be to Daddy who will never abandon Yingying." Yingying rested her head on her father's shoulder, her palms tracing her graying temples, across his neck, pausing briefly at his heart before falling back down.

"Daddy will agree to anything Yingying wants, except for this. There's no room for negotiation." This was a rare firmness from Duan Enze; his principles were not to be broken lightly.

"As long as it's not...that...anything is fine, right?" His daughter's beautiful, moist flesh nestled against his burning chest; no one could remain unmoved.

"Hmm...be a good girl, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." After all, she was his daughter; her lovely, innocent appearance and soft skin gradually cooled the anger in his heart. Duan Enze's greatest wish right now was for Yingying to get off him immediately. Besides, his daughter's thigh was pressing against his groin; she couldn't possibly be unaware of his embarrassment.

"I want to sleep here," Duan Enze said, both amused and exasperated. Yingying clung to his chest, refusing to get off no matter what he said. And wanting to stay in her father's room was clearly going too far.

"My daughter is all grown up now; she can't sleep with her father anymore." This softening of his words was a prelude to a change in attitude, but the thigh rubbing against his penis distracted him.

"Growing up means it's not okay? What kind of logic is that?" Yingying feigned innocence, exaggeratingly widening her mouth. "Perhaps Daddy's afraid..." Yingying moved her thigh away from her father's crotch, making Duan Enze relax somewhat, but another threat was quietly approaching.

"Yes, I'm afraid, okay? If you don't go to sleep, Daddy's going to spank you." Duan Enze's brow furrowed, giving his daughter a stern 'angry' look. Perhaps with a hint of expectant indulgence, he didn't immediately stop Yingying's hand from sliding down.

“Even if Daddy spanks me, I’m sleeping here.” She seemed to understand that her father wouldn’t actually use violence against her, so her desire grew even stronger.

“No, absolutely not.” Duan Enze wanted to push his daughter away, but he didn’t have the courage to touch that alluring naked body. “Look at you, not even wearing clothes. What girl acts like this?” No parent would bear to leave a bright red handprint on their child unless they were extremely angry.

“Daddy has already seen it, so what does it matter? Yingying likes being seen by Daddy.” If it were Chunping or some other woman, Duan Enze would have pounced on her long ago. The painful thing was that the woman in front of him was his own daughter, a woman he could never touch in his life.

“Daddy doesn’t like to see it. If you don’t get up, I’m really going to spank you.” As he spoke, Duan Enze raised his hand, and his protruding buttocks suddenly became dazzling and conspicuous.

“Really?” Yingying asked innocently. “But it seems to like it.” She pursed her lips, speaking sweet words like lovers flirting.

Duan Enze knew what Yingying was referring to, but he could only pretend not to hear. His physical erection didn't mean he would act on his occasional urges.

"Daddy, hit me! Daddy hasn't spanked Yingying's bottom yet!" His daughter's sweet voice made Duan Enze lose his mind. The bouncy flesh of her buttocks stirred ripples in his heart, and his raised hand fell.

"Stop it, it's late, you'll be late for school tomorrow." Knowing this wouldn't work, it was merely an excuse.

"Daddy hasn't spanked Yingying's bottom yet?" His daughter persisted. Perhaps only Duan Enze had encountered a daughter who demanded a spanking. "If you don't hit me, I'll give you a kiss?" his daughter said with a giggle, coaxing. "A kiss and you'll be good." It was both hope and a trap. Duan Enze had experienced this trick in the bathroom before, but what could he do? Was there any other way?

"You have to give me a kiss, even if you don't want one. Go back to your room and sleep!" Duan Enze felt a chill. His first kiss had been tricked into, and he had almost lost control. This time, he could almost foresee his morals being shattered by his daughter's temptation.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’m staying here!” Yingying challenged her father’s authority with a determined attitude, refusing to give up until he kissed her.

“No means no. It seems you don’t know fear unless Daddy uses force.” Although the words were firm, the lack of a fierce tone greatly reduced their persuasiveness.

“If you won’t kiss me, then Yingying will kiss it too.” Yingying’s hand drifted down to Duan Sze’s lower abdomen, near the area of his boxer shorts. “Little brother isn’t as hypocritical as Daddy, oh! Right, little brother!” As soon as she finished speaking, Yingying’s hand quickly moved to the bulge in his shorts, patting the swollen, thick penis with innocent romance. This

wasn’t the first time his daughter had held his penis; she had even masturbated and given him oral sex in the bathroom, so there was even less reason to reprimand her now. “Nonsense, take it away.” Threats that only thundered without rain had long since lost their effect on Yingying. Dry wood meeting a raging fire was destined to burn fiercely, and even her father’s resolute will could not prevent him from turning to ashes.

Six years, almost six years without touching a woman, the loneliness he felt was unimaginable, far stronger than his daughter's naive impulses. Yet, he couldn't use this as an example to comfort her; at least, Duan Szeze was too embarrassed to bring it up now.

Yingying's tight grip was like pouring oil on a fire, undoubtedly making his lust almost break free of reason.

"Hmph, why didn't Daddy stop me? I gave you a chance. You really want it, don't you?" His daughter hit the nail on the head, striking at the darkest part of Duan Enze's heart. It made his blood boil, like Sun Wukong being cursed by Tang Sanzang, his head throbbing with pain.

"I told you, Daddy will never have any thoughts about you. If I do, it's just a physical reaction. If you don't behave, Daddy will punish you." Duan Enze really didn't want to use his trump card. There's a saying: raise sons frugally, raise daughters lavishly. He had never been stingy with his daughter's finances; as long as he could afford it, even if he never touched a woman again, he would save the money. "I'll take half a year's allowance and ground you for three months." Logically speaking, this is a severe punishment, almost equivalent to restricting his daughter's freedom. No shopping, no new clothes—it's incredibly cruel for a seventeen-year-old girl in the prime of her life.

"As long as Daddy's with me, Yingying doesn't need anything." What was the point of such a sacrifice? Just for a one-night stand? Why was his daughter so willful, forcing him to commit a crime? Was it truly curiosity about sex or a desire to try it? Or, as she said, to be able to date male classmates openly? Duan Enze was increasingly confused. There were no precedents to guide him on how to handle this, and aside from public condemnation, there was no legal constraint against this disorderly behavior.

"Stop! Even if you don't want to, you have to go back to your room." Under his daughter's kneading and rubbing, his glans was filled with the illusion of impending ejaculation. Duan Enze pressed down on Yingying's arm, but couldn't stop her wrist movements.

"No, unless you kiss me!" For now, compromise seemed to be the only way out. Yingying's jelly-like, sexy lips intoxicated Duan Enze, igniting his desire to kiss her. "Just one!" His daughter's enticement and encouragement weakened Duan Enze's resolve.

"Just one kiss and you'll go back to your room obediently?" Although Duan Enze didn't believe Yingying would keep her promise, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

"Mmm!" Yingying responded clearly with a nasal tone, her most direct encouragement to her father.

"Smack!" Duan Enze, his lips trembling slightly, pressed them against his daughter's flushed, burning cheek.

"No! Ugh, Daddy, you're doing this again." "It was entirely predictable, but the thought of a direct kiss on the lips still made Duan Enze shudder. His daughter pouted, begging her father for a deep, romantic kiss.

[Still...like that?] The reluctant embrace, tinged with embarrassment and resistance, felt far less natural than a genuine one. It was cold and awkward. Yet, Duan Enze seemed to melt away, drawn tightly into this slightly sweet yet turbulent vortex."

Yingying didn't extend her tongue, probably waiting for her father to take the initiative. "No! It's not like that, a perfunctory kiss doesn't count." A kiss may seem simple, but it comes with many conditions, something Duan Enze wasn't unaware of. Perhaps it was a father's instinct, and he tried to keep it brief, gradually lowering his standards to accommodate his daughter's sensual demands

. [Does it have to be with the tongue?] The thought immediately brought back the frenzy in the bathroom; would it be another absurd indulgence? [This can only be the last time. No matter what she asks for, I can't agree.] A deep breath gave Duan Enze a little courage. At least kissing wasn't incest. He had kissed Yingying many times when she was little, purely playful affection.

Pressing his lips against his daughter's soft, tender lips, all worldly constraints and restrictions seemed unimportant. In this private little space, only the entanglement of love and desire remained.

Duan Enze had never imagined he would put his tongue in his daughter's mouth. It was truly hard to say whether it was reluctant, forced, or something else!

The daughter's tongue, both shy and entwined, chased and intertwined with Duan Enze's, carrying a faint resentment and longing.

[No!] Yingying's playful yet bold slender hand flipped open her father's boxer shorts, tightly grasping his engorged penis in her palm, slowly stroking it.

The emptiness and loneliness born of lust transformed in her hands into a tingling pleasure and an intense desire for penetration. This was a feeling he longed for, yet didn't want to experience with his daughter.

"Yingying!" Duan Enze couldn't completely let go; this overly intimate act meant he would bear the consequences of indulgence. The warning bell of ruining his daughter's happiness rang in Duan Enze's mind.

He was horrified that he and his daughter had gone too far, almost losing their way back, getting lost at the crossroads of depravity.

"Alright, you should go to sleep." He pulled away Yingying's thin shoulders, but couldn't pull her hand away from his crotch.

"You kissed the wrong place! I wanted Daddy to kiss me here, not here!" Duan Enze wasn't unaware of his daughter's stubbornness, but he hadn't expected her to do it this way.

[Wrong place? You kissed her face, you kissed her lips, where else could she kiss?] For Duan Enze, who had experienced sexual intercourse, thoughts he shouldn't have had still crossed his mind.

Chunping had never initiated anything, but she wouldn't refuse either. [It's so dirty there, let's not go, okay?] The first time he kissed his wife's genitals, Chunping's shy moan seemed to echo in his ears.

He had never kissed a virgin's lips before; his daughter's faint, sweet fragrance floated on Duan Enze's taste buds like a dream. The image of the tightly closed valley, the slightly wrinkled petals, and a drop of crystal-clear nectar hanging on the stamen, was exactly the scene he had encountered in his daughter's room at noon.

[Absolutely not! Duan Enze, you must wake up! Yingying is your daughter!] A bitter taste rose in Duan Enze's mouth. The allure of his groin was hard to shake off, especially with his daughter's barely visible pubic area. The way

his father's gaze swept over his genitals was exactly what Yingying wanted. "Daddy, kiss here," Yingying said, turning over and kneeling before Duan Enze, pointing to her proud breasts with the hand that had just held his penis.

Duan Enze was instantly filled with shame and embarrassment. [This can't go on. Do you think you can control yourself? What if, what if? That's Yingying's whole life!] He repeatedly warned himself, but he still couldn't resist the allure of her breasts. Her

beautiful breasts displayed the curves of youth, possessing an ineffable sensuality compared to her lips and buttocks. They were the badge of womanhood, the most wondrous curves in the world, inspiring longing and lingering in countless hearts. Her

snow-white breasts, adorned with pink buds, tempted him to take a bite. Swaying slightly before Duan Enze, they swayed his will.

"Dad! I just want you to kiss me and hug me. Nothing else." Yingying wrapped her arms around her father's neck, her eyes shifting from alluring and charming to deep and melancholic. "I don't know... why, I just want Dad to kiss me, to caress me. Just like when I was little, I clung to Dad, enjoying the warmth of his body, it made me feel so safe and comfortable." Countless memories of the past stirred up happy recollections between father and daughter, a home filled with laughter, sweetness, and completeness. "But Dad is very busy with work, he spends less and less time with me, and as I grow older, I'm alone more and more." A sorrowful mood filled the small room, a deep sadness welling up in Yingying's eyes. "I feel so lonely, so isolated. No one watches TV with me... no one helps me with my homework... no one chats with me, and Mom's embrace and smile only appear in my dreams." At this moment, it wasn't just his daughter who felt heartbroken; Duan Enze also felt a surge of sadness.

His wife's unexpected death was the most devastating blow of his life, all the happiness and joy he had vanished in an instant. He could only numb his sorrow with work, and at the same time, he worked tirelessly to earn money for his daughter, hoping that Yingying's life wouldn't be worse than other daughters', giving her everything he could.

"Other girls have mothers, mothers who buy them new clothes and dresses, but my dad only gives me money. But I don't want money, I don't want money! I want someone to be with me! I want my mom!" The emotions suppressed for so long finally burst forth, flowing freely with heartbreaking tears. "Seeing other girls being picked up and dropped off at their classes by their mothers, but my dad is always so busy…so busy… I learned a new dance, but no one watches. I learned a new song, but no one listens. I feel so inferior in front of my classmates, I feel like I can't hold my head up anymore." His daughter's swollen eyes broke Duan Enze's heart. Yingying's loneliness deeply moved him, and it contradicted what he had always believed was right. Money isn't everything; money has no feelings, and no amount of material possessions can fill the void in one's spirit.

“What I fear most is hearing them say, ‘My mom praised me so much.’ But what about me? No one praises me, and no one cares for me.” Yingying sniffed, letting out a suppressed sob between short, labored breaths. “Every day when Dad comes home, I want him to hug me, but it’s always just a perfunctory gesture. He either goes back to his room to sleep or cooks, does laundry, and so on.” His busy work takes up most of his time each day. He always thinks about spending time with his daughter when he has free time, always planning to leave work early the next day to buy her something, but he doesn’t understand what his daughter truly needs.

“Dad!…I can cook and do housework by myself now. I just want you to talk to me more and hug me more!” It turns out that there are so many small gestures and emotions that Duan Enze has overlooked. It turns out that it’s not what he thought. What he gave her was financial support, not the emotional care and pampering his daughter needed.

“I know I’m mature now, and I’ve become pretty. More and more boys are starting to surround me.” Early romance must be the best way to transfer feelings of loneliness and isolation. Duan Enze is beginning to understand the reason why his daughter is indulging with her male classmates. “I like being the center of their attention, being talked about. I like being fawned over and pampered like a star.” Yingying stopped her depression, her expression brightening with an unusual radiance. “I know what they care about. What they want most isn’t my heart, but my body.” Her daughter’s inner maturity was unusual, unlike her innocent and charming appearance. “And I don’t want to lose their attention and adoration. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be lonely like before. I want their love. I want to be with them, that feeling of happiness.”

Duan Enze gasped, a chill running down his spine. The current situation was entirely his fault. His negligence and numbness had led his daughter to unintentionally choose the wrong path at a crossroads in her life.

“But I really don’t want to. I don’t want those boys to take away what’s most precious to me. No boy has the right to do that. Not only because there’s always something filthy in their eyes, but also because they won’t always be so nice to me.” Yingying’s straightforwardness was hard for Duan Enze to accept. It was so different from the innocent image he had of her, and even felt like a stranger. “Unlike Dad, when Dad looks at me, it’s so natural and kind, although sometimes he can be a little bit lewd.” When she mentioned her father’s slightly lewd nature, Yingying finally broke into a smile through her tears. Perhaps her heart was pounding as she said those words.

Seeing his daughter smile, Duan Enze relaxed considerably, but he couldn't help worrying about the future. Yingying had made herself quite clear; she was willing to exchange her body for affection, even if only temporarily. He could restrict his daughter's freedom, but it was difficult to change her mind.

Just as Duan Enze was about to speak, Yingying pressed two fingers against his protruding teeth. "Is protecting chastity the same as self-respect and self-love? Who can guarantee that I'll still be a virgin when I marry, and that I'll definitely be happy? Is it really worth enduring five, ten, or even longer for a happiness that might appear at any time, that's uncertain, that's in someone else's hands?" His daughter tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Her earnest expression seemed to hold a kind of older sisterly wisdom. "The past few years have felt like living hell. Dad, can you bear to see Yingying suffer again, tormented by loneliness? For your selfishness, for what you consider happiness, you're destroying my joy?" Yingying shook her head, and unintentionally, a tear fell onto Duan Enze's lips, the salty taste seeping in, mixing with the bitterness in his heart and stirring his chaotic thoughts.

"Since Mom left, Dad has given up so much for Yingying. Is it only Dad who can sacrifice for Yingying, and Yingying can't sacrifice for Dad?" His daughter bit her lower lip, as if there were unspeakable words lingering on her lips. "Dad! I don't know if I can avoid being alone with him. And do you think I can escape him the first time, the second time, and the third or fourth time? Besides, it was my own choice. Even if it wasn't him, there were other boys." Duan Enze didn't answer. Everything today came too suddenly. It completely overturned Duan Enze's understanding of his daughter and entered her most unknown inner world. The word 'shock' was not enough to describe Duan Enze's current state of mind. Only he himself knew his true thoughts.

Yingying buried her father's head in her cleavage, seemingly understanding that he wouldn't suckle or bite the nipples on her chest as she wished. "If, if... one day, I can't control myself and get raped, I don't want any regrets!" A premeditated fall instantly transformed their position into one of penetration.

Yingying clung to Duan Enze's neck, most of her weight concentrated on him, his most vulnerable area struggling to support her. Her open legs wrapped around his lower back, his engorged penis, not properly concealed in his boxer shorts, pointing directly at her wet vulva. Everything was ready except for the final touch; Duan Enze didn't even need to take off his pants to complete his union with his daughter.

His daughter's long hair spread across the bed, her ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. She welcomed Duan Enze's entry with a slightly intoxicated expression.

[No, no, this is incest!] A voice cried out in his heart, yet the image of his daughter making love with her male classmate also churned within him. 'Whether it's him or a male classmate, the result is the same,' the dark thought transformed into a tingling desire at the tip of his penis.

"Dad...you can ejaculate inside, it's a safe period today." Yingying hugged her father's neck tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment, but mostly with joy. "Yingying wants it! She wants Daddy to come in." Her thighs strained upwards, bringing her honeypot closer to her father's penis.

Nothing could be more alluring than the words 'ejaculate inside,' and all of Duan En's resistance crumbled in that instant. His arms went limp, and he collapsed onto his daughter's voluptuous body.

With the shift in his center of gravity, Duan En naturally leaned forward, his glans pressing against Yingying's wet, slippery vulva. The petals brushed against the most sensitive area of the glans, sending a jolt of electricity through Duan En's body.

Duan En's mind went blank; his subconscious resistance made him frantically arch his back and try to get up, but Yingying held onto his neck tightly, preventing his head from rising with his waist, leaving him with his buttocks sticking out and his head leaning downwards against his daughter.

The penis was pulled up from below the honey hole, passing through the concave flower bud again, and just above the entrance of the flesh pot. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed as if Duan Enze had adjusted the angle of entry.

[Ah!] Duan Enze clearly felt the position of his glans, the warm spring tide surrounding the valley, so familiar. The sticky moisture made his desire rise even higher, and the thirst for thrusting made him itchy and unbearable.

"Dad! Hurry... come in... it's so itchy down there." Yingying had said too many embarrassing things today, so now she was willing to say anything as long as her father could come in.

[Get up, Duan Enze, get up! You can lie down, wake up, you can't defile your own daughter, get up!] Duan Enze was still struggling, with his strength... if he didn't want it, he definitely had a way to get up. Indulgence, forbearance, and indecisiveness in front of his daughter were actually selfish, indulgent, and hypocritical reasons.

Duan Enze knew that his tacit approval of his daughter's teasing stemmed from a hidden, sordid desire; his symbolic resistance was merely an excuse to justify his actions. He had wasted many opportunities to escape unscathed, and it was hard to say he hadn't longed for this moment.

The lingering sound of "It tickles" lingered between his daughter's hot lips, her luscious tongue plunging deep inside, swallowing all his thoughts and leading him into the mire of illicit lust.

Before he knew it, Yingying's hands, which had been tightly wrapped around her father's neck, moved to his thin buttocks, eagerly pulling at his lower back, forcing his unattainable, thick penis towards his overflowing, wet vagina.

[No, I can't do this.] But the physical pleasure was so captivating. Duan Enze was, after all, a man; years of pent-up loneliness gradually poured out under his daughter's teasing, becoming uncontrollable. He could perhaps control himself from caresses and kisses, even oral sex, but once he reached the crucial point of penetration, his primal instincts were fully unleashed.

"Hmm..." Yingying's pulling and pressing with both hands had little effect, and she let out a restless moan from her nose, as if she couldn't wait any longer. She arched her back, chasing after her father's penis, trying to get the glans closer to her blooming flower.

The burning heat inside his daughter's body appeared more and more clearly in Duan Enze's mind. He didn't know if it was real or an illusion. As Yingying's hands increased their pressure, he felt himself slipping into his daughter's forbidden zone. His father's persistence was like a penis piercing into her tender flesh, slowly melting and disappearing. The last moment of stalemate between father and daughter was broken by his daughter's deep, wet kiss.

[Come out, it's okay now! If this continues, you'll be worse than an animal.] The voice of reason grew weaker and weaker, but it still reminded Duan Enze, guiding him in the right direction in his confusion.

[If... one day, I'm raped, I want to have regrets!] [I'm so lonely, so alone!] [Is Yingying's butt pretty!] [Dad, are you peeking at Yingying?] [Touch me, which is bigger, me or Mom?] [Dad, you can cum inside today!] [Quick...come in...it's so itchy down there!] [I'm wet, I want Daddy to come in.] [Dad! Kiss me.] [Lick me, Daddy! I want Daddy to lick Yingying's down there!] [Does Daddy feel good? I want Daddy to cum.] Real memories and inexplicable fantasies mixed together. His daughter's distressed, wanton expression and her girlish body, along with her tender valley, circulated in his mind, while the insistent voice became blurred. Duan Enze felt his body getting heavier and heavier, almost unable to bear the weight of his waist, and even had the desire to fall straight down and slide into that sweet and gentle dreamland.

Duan Enze was dizzy under his daughter's tongue entanglement and sucking kisses. His itchy and sore penis could no longer determine how deep it had entered Yingying's body, or if it was just his imagination, actually only hovering at the entrance? The resistance encountered by the glans seemed to be in the wrong place, as if it was only pressing against the urethral opening above the honey pot. But the perfect, fiery embrace at the front felt like entering a deeper depth.

[Yingying isn't a virgin anymore, is she? That classmate even took off her skirt and underwear; they must have already done it, right? Did she trick me into having sex with her? If she really is a virgin, how could she be so bold, so unrestrained?] Doubts arose in Duan Enze's mind. Under this assumption, curiosity and the urge to find out made him relax his waist muscles, slowly penetrating with his daughter's push. [No…impossible, Yingying has no reason to lie…but even after so much penetration, she's still a virgin?] Frenzied fantasies became the driving force for Duan Enze's advance, but suddenly he couldn't control the unexpected plunge.

The resistance in front of the glans suddenly widened, and then something like a headband stuck in the glans.

[Ah!] Duan Enze suddenly awoke as if from a dream. But it was too late. His penis had broken through the hymen, about to complete its mission of turning his daughter into a woman, and Yingying's last moment of wholeness.

The physiological structure of the penis shapes the glans into a barbed, bulging plug. Because the tip is slightly thinner and triangular, and the corpora cavernosa is soft, it won't pierce the relatively resilient membrane after passing through it, though it will cause some tearing. What's truly destructive is the hooking and pulling of the umbrella-shaped corona as it retreats and the abrasion from its forced advance.

Whether it goes forward or backward, there's no going back. Due to his indecisiveness, selfishness, and indulgence, he ultimately committed a heinous crime, worse than a beast.

"Dad! I love you! I'm willing, I really am willing." Yingying felt the convulsions coming from her father's body; a daughter naturally knows her father best. She bears an undeniable responsibility for being deliberately seduced into the shameful act of incest. A great father has fallen into depravity because of this, changing not only her own life, but also preventing her father from falling into inescapable guilt, fearing contempt and condemnation, and becoming depressed.

"Daddy, I love you! Yingying is finally one with Daddy, Yingying is so happy, really!" Yingying's hand moved away from Duan Enze's buttocks, tightly hugging his broad shoulders and back. The joy of surrendering her body to her father made her burst into tears of joy! "And, from now on, Daddy won't feel bad when he sees Yingying naked, right? He can wipe Yingying's back like when she was little, and let Yingying snuggle in Daddy's warm embrace! I love you, Daddy! I love you!" His daughter's comfort was both encouragement and punishment. It tempted his lust and tormented his conscience.

[I am not a good father! I am a beast! I actually raped my own daughter!] Duan Enze's heart was being torn apart, bleeding profusely.

"Dad!" Her father's pained expression pained her. It was all her fault for acting impulsively, without considering his thoughts and feelings, severely harming his body and mind. "Dad, didn't you want your daughter to be happy? Now give Yingying happiness, okay? Yingying's greatest happiness is being with Dad... with Dad! Becoming Dad's woman..." Like a seductive spell, her daughter's lewd words spurred Duan Enze forward.

The virgin's passage was tight and dry; the unexpanded walls of flesh simply couldn't allow the passage of his enormous penis. With each thrust, Duan Enze made Yingying sweat profusely.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing his daughter's pained expression, Duan Enze couldn't bear it either. After truly entering Yingying's body, he had to abandon his feigned insistence. Just as his daughter said, since it was irreversible, he would give her the happiness she wanted.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much..." Yingying forced a not-so-easy smile. Perhaps she hadn't expected deflowering to be so painful, but she still hoped her father could relax and experience happiness with her without any regret.

"Really?" Duan Enze knew what a woman's feelings were like on her first time; Chunping had at least expressed her true feelings. [It hurts! Be gentle...][Stop moving! I can't take it anymore, let me rest.] His first time with his wife wasn't very pleasant, perhaps because it was his first time too, and he hadn't paid much attention to his wife's feelings. Now, he was losing his virginity for his own daughter, and the complex, conflicted emotions were impossible to shake off. "Should we stop?" But at least he hoped to ease Yingying's pain.

"No, I'm fine! Really...it doesn't hurt..." Each gentle thrust from Duan Enze was accompanied by Yingying's soft moan. Although he was being very slow and gentle, he knew Yingying must be in a lot of pain. "As long as...as long as Daddy is comfortable! Don't worry about Yingying." His daughter's thoughtfulness was incredibly heartwarming, and Duan Enze was silently moved. At this moment, he resolved that no matter how difficult the obstacles, he wouldn't let Yingying suffer any more grievances or blame; he would use all his strength to make his daughter happy.

After several thrusts, his penis had successfully penetrated deep into her vagina without any noticeable resistance. The tingling sensation at the tip of his glans spurred him to increase his speed.

The union of body and soul produced a wondrous reaction between father and daughter, and the pleasure brought by breaking the shackles of taboo was more intense than ever before.

"Mmm...uh...ah...ah..." Yingying frowned and moaned with pleasure along with her father's thrusts. Whether it was feigned or genuine involuntary, it fully satisfied Duan Enze's vanity and desire for conquest.

Perhaps due to a lack of sexual intimacy, his engorged penis quickly ignited the urge to urinate. In just a moment, Duan Enze, his throbbing penis throbbing, poured his thick semen into his daughter's vagina.

"Ah..." The aftershocks continued to deliver waves of pleasure, and Duan Enze collapsed, exhausted, onto Yingying's beautiful body.

"Daddy, did you ejaculate?" The warm, moist sensation of his penis spreading inside her was a sign of Yingying's insecurity, perhaps because she had never experienced the sensation of a man ejaculating before.

"Mmm..." Duan Enze didn't want to answer too much. In his heart, ejaculating inside his daughter was an unforgivable mistake.

"Are you comfortable now?" Yingying seemed relaxed. In her eyes, her father was like a shy boy, bashful and adorable.

"Mmm..." Duan Enze responded with a soft "Mmm," still unable to completely escape the struggle between morality and lust.

"Hehe! Yingying is very comfortable too. I can feel Daddy inside me. It's so satisfying and fulfilling!" Her happiness was palpable. Whether she was truly happy because of this or not, Duan Enze felt a sliver of comfort and emotion. "

Daddy... now that you're comfortable, it's time to get up and do some work. Don't be lazy, I want Daddy to carry me to the bath and wash Yingying's bottom!" Yingying shouted excitedly, not even caring if the neighbors heard.

Duan Enze pulled the weapon from his daughter's body. A splash of crimson blood slowly seeped from between their joined bodies, soaking the sheets and spreading.

He knew what it meant; the pinkish-red, blood-tinged fluid undoubtedly brought uncertainty and suffering to Duan Enze's future.

"Knock knock knock..." Duan Enze was happily chopping potatoes in the kitchen. He was going to make his daughter's favorite potato and beef stew. For some reason, he felt much lighter than before, unconsciously humming a little tune.

[School should be out by now, right? How was her day? Was that boy bothering her again? Will he...do that again?...] Thinking of the private things his daughter had talked about behind his back yesterday, his penis throbbed with rage.

"Click, that's the sound of the door lock. I was just thinking, 'Is Yingying back already?'" Duan Enze felt his heart race like a boy experiencing first love, his face flushing.

"Dad... I'm home!" Her daughter's cheerful, clear voice resonated in Duan Enze's heart, an overwhelming surge of longing erupting at the last moment.

"Dad... did you miss me?" As soon as Yingying returned home, without pausing, she rushed into her father's kitchen and gave him a tight hug from behind. "Dad... I missed you! So much... so much..." Without turning around, Duan Enze knew his daughter's face must be beaming with a sweet, happy smile.

"Go wash up and get ready. Dad will be done soon. There are some of the dishes you've been eating lately!" Duan Enze was also very excited; last night's madness had completely changed them. It had not only brought them closer but also erased the barrier between father and daughter.

"No! I just want to hug Daddy!" Yingying pouted, her hands intentionally or unintentionally sliding down her father's chest. "Dad! Today... I finally got what I wanted..." Suddenly, Duan Enze froze. His daughter's calm tone betrayed a strange contradiction and inner turmoil.

[Get what I wanted? With that boy?] The image of his daughter's naked body and a strange man flooded Duan Enze's mind again. The joy he had just felt vanished, replaced by a lingering pain and reluctance, like that of a heartbroken lover.

Just then, his daughter's hand secretly touched his throbbing erection.

"Dad... Yingying is so lewd... Yingying is wet again..."

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