Unexpected events

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Sometimes, accidents happen so suddenly, yet so naturally.

I walked slowly along the path paved with small pebbles. Wildflowers blooming along the roadside swayed gently in the breeze. The weather was clear, the fragrance of the flowers silky. Entering the maze of stone tablets, I searched for her trace. "Long time no see, are you well? It's a real pity that we couldn't spend the last moments together. However, as you read this letter, please don't be sad. By the time you see this letter, I should no longer be in this world. My appearance before death was too tragic, I couldn't bear to taint your eyes..." I hurried along, feeling the cardboard envelope in my trench coat pocket, my feet brushing past rows of stone tablets. I glanced at each one, silently murmuring her name. Found it. It was no different from the other stone tablets, a gray one about half a meter tall. Perhaps because it was newly erected, it looked very new and shiny in the sunlight. The few characters carved on the tombstone had been deliberately ground away, leaving only a few words legible—"...the grave of my wife..." I remained silent. "I'm truly sorry. I wanted to be impulsive and pretend to be your wife. I prepared a tombstone for myself in advance, with the words already engraved. But the more I looked at it, the more ashamed I felt. How could someone like me be worthy of you? In the end, I had to grind the words away myself. If you'd like to come and see me, find the tombstone with the name ground off..." I knelt down, my expression calm, and gently touched the tombstone. Memories flooded back, that evening...

I stopped in my tracks. Before me was my wife's and my bedroom. The solid wood bedroom door was carved with patterns. I took a few steps back, squinting as I carefully surveyed my surroundings. The bedroom door was ajar, and the entire room was silent. It was nearly 7 PM, the sky was darkening, and the last rays of sunlight shone through the glass window, casting a golden glow on the quartz floor. I felt inside my suit pocket, silently pulled out a pair of gloves, and put them on. Then I rolled up my trouser leg and removed the dagger strapped to my calf. I sniffed, confirming again that it was the stench of human blood, and without further hesitation, I walked slowly to the bedroom door, gently grasped the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open. The smell was pungent. I licked my lips and carefully observed the room. The master bedroom wasn't large, only about forty square meters, and was easily visible. In the center of the room, on the large bed, lay a headless corpse, the cut rough, the stark white cervical vertebrae exposed. The entire bed surface was soaked in blood, and a thick mist of blood filled the air. The windows were tightly shut, and all three layers of curtains were drawn, making it impossible for anyone outside to know what was happening inside. I walked to the bed and examined the cut closely. A single, blunt cut. And it was a blunt knife. Hence the rough cut. I grabbed the corpse's arm and rolled up the sleeve. There was a mole; so this must be my wife. Gently placing the corpse's arm back in its place, I scanned the room. The stench of blood emanated from two sources, besides the body on the bed… I looked towards the bathroom in the master bedroom. The frosted glass door to the bathroom was also ajar. The last rays of sunlight vanished, plunging the entire room into darkness. I concealed the blade of my dagger behind my back; in the darkness, only my eyes emitted an eerie red glow. I pushed open the glass door, and neon lights from outside shone through a small window high in the bathroom wall. The toilet seat was closed, and the bathtub beside it was filled with crimson blood.

I approached the bathtub, casually pulling out the plunger from beside the toilet and stirring the water. As I stirred the water, some human tissue faintly floated to the surface of the bloody water. Dismembered internal organs, tangled intestines, and a thigh were visible—my wife wasn't the only victim in this murder… I placed the plunger down and lifted the toilet seat—my wife's missing head lay silently in the toilet, her long black hair matted together, her face appearing to have been stabbed dozens of times, her eye sockets empty, her eyeballs missing. I strolled out of the bedroom, slowly took out my phone, and dialed the police. I calmly explained the situation to the operator, gave them my address, and hung up, heading towards my daughter's room. Normally, my daughter would be home at this time; she was only a teenager. During the initial investigation of the murder scene, I had tentatively identified two victims. Besides my wife, the other person's body was too mangled, and because they were submerged in blood, the only thing I could be certain of was that they were an adult. Although I couldn't rule out the possibility that my daughter had also been murdered and dismembered in the bathtub, I still needed to check her room.

Arriving at my daughter's room, I found the pink wooden door tightly shut, a cute little teddy bear hanging above it. The teddy bear was hugging a small cloth board embroidered with my daughter's name—Jiang Xinyue. The door was locked. I gripped the doorknob and turned it a few times, but the door wouldn't budge. "Yueyue, are you in?" I knocked. "Don't be afraid, it's Daddy, please open the door." I pressed my ear against the door; the room was silent, as if no one was inside. I knocked again, still no response. I took a few steps back and kicked the door. The entire door frame shattered, the solid wood door seemingly crushed by a road roller, fragments flying into the room. I silently entered the bedroom and immediately saw my daughter huddled on the bed. She lay on her side, wearing a white dress, her soft hair flowing down her back, her arms wrapped around her knees, facing the wall, her whole body trembling, seemingly terrified. My gaze searched downwards; my daughter's two tender legs, curled up, were encased in white silk pantyhose. In this position, the outline of her budding, slightly fleshy buttocks was perfectly presented by the tight pantyhose, exuding an alluring aura. For some reason, my penis hardened, a large bulge forming in my pants. An impulse surged through me—to pull out my penis, to pull it out in front of my daughter, to rape her, to rape her soles, to rape her white-stockinged buttocks, to rape her tender vagina, to ejaculate all my semen into her body! The gruesome crime scene didn't stir any emotion within me; it was my daughter's petite, soft body and her beautiful legs encased in tight pantyhose that made my breathing heavy and my lower body hot. With my throbbing, hard penis, I strolled closer to my daughter, my hand trembling slightly as I gently touched her tender back through her skirt. The smooth, silky back made my impulse grow stronger. I pressed my swollen hips, rubbed them, and whispered, "Yueyue, don't be afraid, it's Daddy..." My daughter didn't respond; her body was trembling, and she was still muttering something.

I lifted my daughter from the bed, my hand instinctively resting on her white-stockinged buttocks, my thumb pressing between her legs along the cleft. She remained huddled with her knees drawn up to her chest, muttering to herself, looking terrified, oblivious to her father's overstepping boundaries and groping the most delicate area between her legs. Seeing my daughter's seemingly dazed state, the urge within me finally exploded, and my blood inexplicably boiled. The little girl was completely unguarded against me, unresponsive to any acts of fondling. I would rape her! I would thrust my penis deep into her virginity! I sat on the bed, adjusting my daughter's position so that her white-stockinged buttocks rested precisely on the bulge of my genitals. One hand gently slipped under her skirt, moving up her abdomen to caress her slightly protruding breasts, while the other hand unbuckled my belt and pulled out my already swollen, veiny penis. My heart pounded as I pulled out my penis. My own daughter seemed to exude a sexual magic; her tender vulva between her pantyhose-clad legs was like the most alluring potion, drawing my penis in. I gripped my penis, pressing it against my daughter's white-stockinged buttocks, rubbing the head against the smooth pantyhose while stroking my penis, imagining myself violently pressing my daughter's soft body onto the bed and thrusting into her honey pot. My daughter's head was lowered, her arms wrapped around herself. Slowly, gently, I caressed her alabaster breasts with trembling hands, occasionally kneading her small, protruding nipples. My hands continued to stroke my penis forcefully, pressing it deeply against my daughter's tender buttocks, causing her pantyhose-clad buttocks to indent. At the same time, I clamped one of my daughter's silk-stockinged legs between my thighs, pressing one of her buttocks tightly against my scrotum. My hips moved slightly, as if I were actually inserting my penis, and waves of tingling, itchy pleasure washed over my glans. This tingling gradually spread throughout my entire penis, and my breathing became more rapid. My daughter's delicate tenderness, and the kinship in my blood, made me want nothing more than to thrust my penis into this loved one's vagina, to make our connection even stronger, forever inseparable. But I remained calm. There were at least two corpses in this house, and I had just called the police, who would be arriving soon. My daughter couldn't stay in this dazed state forever. So I had to suppress my desire to possess my daughter on the spot and masturbate hard. When the urge to ejaculate tickled my heart, I couldn't control myself. After a few more frantic strokes, my penis suddenly throbbed, and a thick, viscous stream of semen erupted, shooting out against my daughter's white-stockinged buttocks and directly onto her pantyhose! A large amount of semen smeared my daughter's pantyhose, slowly dripping down her fleshy buttocks, past her alluring vulva, over her beautiful, tender legs, and finally onto the ground at the soles of her feet.

I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of ejaculating on my daughter's body; the raging desire within me subsided slightly, but the feeling of blood ties grew stronger, drawing me to rape her, to make her my own daughter, a loli for me to fuck. I squeezed my penis hard, smearing the last bit of semen from my vas deferens onto my daughter's legs, before getting up to clean up the mess and prepare to deal with the police.

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police hadn't found anything, even though I had done my best to protect the crime scene. There wasn't a single trace of the killer. After piecing together the remains and conducting a forensic examination, two people were found dead in the master bedroom. There was an interesting detail—besides my wife, the other victim was an adult male, identified as my wife's former classmate. This is quite interesting. What would happen between an adult man and an adult woman in a bedroom? In that sense, I become the prime suspect. After all, my wife's head was severed, her face slashed open, not to mention the other victim's body was almost unrecognizable, her internal organs chopped up and soaking in her own blood in the bathtub. It all seems like a murder motivated by rage. My wife's body, apart from her severed head, was relatively intact, allowing for various examinations. According to the forensic doctor, there were no signs of sexual assault. But this only means she was murdered before they could have sex. After all, no matter how you look at it, an adult woman bringing an adult man into her and her husband's bedroom alone is crossing a line. It seems all the objective conditions at the crime scene point to me. However, the police ultimately failed to find conclusive evidence, while I had a crucial alibi. On the day of the incident, I had just returned home from work; several surveillance cameras captured my movements. I simply didn't have time to commit the crime. Someone else must have killed my wife and her old classmate. In this situation, my daughter's testimony becomes crucial. My fourteen-year-old daughter was already terrified. The police, trying to glean the truth from her fragmented words, were destined to be disappointed. She had only heard a huge commotion and a piercing scream coming from the master bedroom. Terrified, she hid in her room until I returned home. The case was at a standstill, making no progress. But that was a problem for the police to worry about. I felt no emotion or sadness about my wife's murder. In my experience, far more outrageous and brutal things have happened; this matter didn't even bother me as much as what to eat for dinner. Besides, my beautiful, young daughter was right in front of me.

Since that incident, my daughter and I moved from Beijing to Shanghai. Although she seems unaffected by the case and is usually well-behaved, I still occasionally find myself masturbating and ejaculating in front of her vibrant body in pantyhose. But every night when I hold her in my arms to sleep, I can still feel her body trembling and hear her indistinct murmurs in her sleep. "Daddy, there are so many stones here!" My daughter's sweet voice pulled me back from my endless thoughts. It was a sunny weekend. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the towering skyscrapers below and the cars on the street, which looked like ants. The azure sky was cloudless, and the view stretched to the far distance. I watched my daughter sitting at my desk, playing with her teddy bear. Every now and then, she would curiously open a drawer, peek inside, and then close it again guiltily when she saw that I hadn't noticed. Until she opened a certain drawer, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. I glanced at my daughter's plump pantyhose legs, pressed against the chair, and her beautiful, silk-stockinged feet dangling from her toes in slippers. My heart skipped a beat. I got up and walked to her side. "What stone?" I asked, staring at her toes twitching in their stockings. My hand naturally rested on her left shoulder, my palm occasionally brushing against her budding breasts. Lately, my daughter's allure had been growing stronger. Every time I saw even a sliver of her skin, my penis would involuntarily harden. Even when I couldn't resist, I would masturbate, but the ejaculation only intensified my desire for her tender body. This fatal attraction was bound to end with me finally succumbing to my lust and raping her. My daughter turned and glanced at my bulging crotch with her beautiful eyes, saying nothing. Since I'd been walking around in front of her with that bulge in my pants so often these past few days, she was already used to it. Sometimes, looking at her swaying white stockings and beautiful legs, I would even pull out my penis and masturbate in front of my daughter, ejaculating into her little white shoes. My daughter wasn't an innocent little girl; she vaguely felt that this was wrong, but because it was me, she obediently didn't object. My daughter has always been very attached to me, and we bathed together until she was over ten years old. However, because of her mother, we haven't bathed together for two years. I looked at the drawer my daughter opened, which contained more than twenty stones, each engraved with a number from 1 to 23, neatly arranged. "These," I said, glancing at my daughter's chest area. From my angle, I could just see the two small mounds under her sundress, "these are stones that Daddy collected." As I spoke, I sat down close to my daughter. As if by illusion, the sweet, childlike scent of my daughter suddenly intensified, enveloping me and making my bulge in my pants even larger. I could even feel the copious amount of pre-ejaculate flowing from the tip of my penis. Encircling her small waist, I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently caressing the fleshy thighs encased in white stockings. My daughter shifted her little buttocks, seemingly a little uncomfortable. "Why does Daddy collect these stones?" she asked, her pink lips parting slightly. Her white skirt swayed gently with the movement of her stockinged feet, her soft little feet and alluring legs less than fifty centimeters away from me. The air thickened, almost suffocating. My mind was filled with the thought of tearing off my daughter's stockings and being intimately joined with her. Taking a deep breath, I couldn't resist any longer. I unzipped my pants right in front of her, pulling out my already throbbing, enormous penis. The intense scent of male hormones filled the air between us. I stared at her stockinged legs as I began to masturbate. "Let's not talk about the stone for now..." I suppressed my raging desire, my voice low, feeling an increasing urge to thrust my penis directly into my daughter. "Yueyue, I want to penetrate your little hole." My daughter froze, seemingly startled and at a loss. She pressed her legs together, her small hands tightly gripping her skirt. "I want to rape you, Yueyue, my daughter..." My mind went blank, desire forming a torrent that washed over every part of my body. I wanted to completely possess my daughter, right now! "But...but Daddy...I'm your...your daughter..." my daughter stammered, her petite body pressed against me, trembling slightly, as if she hadn't expected things to develop this way, that I would say it so bluntly.

"It's because you're my own daughter that I want to rape you." My ears were ringing, and though the words came out of my mouth, I didn't hear them. I just kept running my rough hands over my daughter's body, while my other hand frantically stroked my own penis, feeling the hormones surging with each stroke. "Don't do this, Daddy... let me help you... Daddy has been stroking me these past few days, I've learned how..." My daughter weakly grasped my wrist, gently pushing it away, trying to stop my violation. "Yueyue's white stockings are making Daddy's penis so hard, I really want to rape Yueyue... Yueyue, let Daddy penetrate your virgin little hole, okay?" Muttering obscene words, I lifted my daughter's skirt, placing my penis at the base of her stockinged thigh, quickly rubbing the glans. My daughter's body stiffened, afraid to move again. Her several tentative attempts to resist only added to her delicate fragility. "Daddy..." Tears welled in my daughter's eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, "Please don't rape me..." Her soft, tearful voice stirred something deep within me. My last line of defense crumbled. I gripped her pantyhose legs tightly, my large hands clamping down on her thighs like iron clamps, and lifted her up. "Yueyue, listen to Daddy. From now on, your little hole will be exclusively for Daddy to rape." I panted, no longer caring what I was saying, and carried my daughter to my bed. "Daddy... Waaah—don't do this..." My daughter struggled, trying to kick, but her whole body was held tightly in my arms, especially her beautiful pantyhose legs, which struggled restlessly in my embrace, but I held them firmly. I moved closer to my daughter, licking her milky white shoulder blades with my tongue, then tracing down her smooth, tender skin, finally taking her smooth, hairless armpit into my mouth and sucking hard a few times. "Mmm~" My daughter moaned softly, her eyes filled with tears, looking at me with a face full of grievance. "Don't be afraid, Yueyue, Daddy just wants to penetrate Yueyue's little hole. Just let Daddy penetrate you for a bit..." The faint scent of milk wafted from my daughter's fair skin. I slowly moved my position, licking her tender breasts inch by inch. I was now sitting on the bed, my daughter lying on her back. I gently pulled down the straps of her white dress, revealing her small, full breasts, and took one into my mouth. "Mmm...ahh..." My daughter trembled violently, tears streaming down her face, very sad. "Daddy..." "Doesn't Yueyue like Daddy?" I asked, biting into my daughter's milky-smelling breast. "No, Daddy, no..." The daughter wiped away her tears and gently shook her head. "Daddy, can I help you with my hand? I'm so scared... Please, Daddy... If you want it, I won't get married. Wait until I'm ready, then come back, come back to fuck me, okay?" The daughter pleaded with tears in her eyes, but I seemed not to hear her. I slowly licked her soft belly and continued downwards until my entire face was pressed against her vulva through her tight white stockings. I took a deep breath. The little girl's vulva didn't have any odor, but I felt my desire was slightly relieved. I shook my head up and down, rubbing my face against the white stockings on my daughter's vulva, my tongue constantly licking the camel-toe shape of her vulva caused by the tight stockings. "It's so itchy... the place where I pee, it's so itchy..." The daughter's face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously squeezed her stockinged legs together, binding my neck and pressing my face firmly between her legs. I opened my mouth and, through the pantyhose, enveloped my daughter's still-small vulva, licking and sucking it vigorously. "Daddy—waaaah—what should I do? I'm so scared, but it feels so strange—waaah—" After licking the pantyhose a few times, I rubbed my daughter's thighs, looking at the outline of her vulva so close to my eyes, and the boiling desire in my heart finally exploded. "Daddy is going to rape Yueyue's pussy right now, Yueyue, don't cry, you can be raped by Daddy from now on, it feels great." I stood up and forcefully tore open a hole in the crotch of my daughter's pantyhose, exposing her cute panties embroidered with little bears. I grabbed them and pulled, tearing the pitiful little bit of fabric. My daughter's tender, white vulva was exposed before my eyes, a smooth, bun-like slit, only a little bit of pink flesh showing, opening and closing slightly with my daughter's sobs. "Yueyue, your little pussy is so beautiful... Daddy can't resist..." I hugged my daughter's two tender legs, tied them together, and sucked on her white-stockinged toes, while my crotch pressed against her tender virgin slit. Feeling my huge member pressing against her genitals, my daughter was terrified and froze, her body stiffening, her slit tightly closed. I thrust my hips, slowly pushing my thick, dark penis into my daughter's vagina. Her two tender labia squeezed tightly against my glans, my penis laboriously parting her delicate vagina, pushing forward little by little. "Hiss—" Feeling the tightness of her vagina, I gasped in pleasure. Finally, finally, I had penetrated my own daughter's vagina, finally, I had raped my own daughter.

The desire that had been suppressed in my heart for so long was finally fulfilled. I was so excited that I almost ejaculated the moment I entered my daughter's vagina. "Yueyue, your vagina feels so good, it's squeezing Daddy's penis so tight I'm about to cum..." My daughter's sobs grew louder. She covered her eyes and cried in suppressed sobs, not daring to cry too loudly. Each whimper in her throat aroused my sadistic desire. I thrust hard, and my huge penis broke through the thin membrane, penetrating deeply into my daughter's body. The vaginal muscles inside my daughter's vagina licked and sucked every inch of my penis. The coronal sulcus felt like it was on fire, and the extreme numbness made my whole body burn. "Waaaaah—" Stimulated by the intense pain of being deflowered by my huge penis, my daughter could no longer hold back and cried out loud. She looked pitiful and lewd. But I didn't care what she felt. I just wanted my daughter to be my exclusive loli, so I could fuck this loli's body every day. My penis was already deep inside her vagina, yet a long section remained exposed. I didn't mind, slowly thrusting in and out, feeling the tingling sensation spreading from the glans to my hips and then throughout my body. My daughter's silk-stockinged feet were covered in saliva from my licking. I gently bit her toes a few times, then licked down her calves while thrusting my penis in and out. "Ugh—uh—ugh—uh—ugh—" As my penis scraped inside her vagina, her cries gradually turned into low moans. Every time my glans pressed against the soft flesh of her vagina, her vagina would clench with a moan. This clenching felt like her gentle little hands squeezing my penis, making me feel like my soul was about to leave my body. Is this what it feels like to fuck my own daughter? This forbidden attraction of blood ties, this pleasurable sensation of penetrating my beloved daughter's vagina, this even closer bond beyond blood, made me float to the clouds. I felt as if the world consisted only of myself and my dearest daughter. "Yueyue—" I pressed my daughter's pantyhose-clad legs down to her shoulders, kissing her sweet, milky face haphazardly, saying, "Yueyue, Daddy wants you so much. Daddy's going to lock you up, not let you go out. Yueyue will stay at home, and Daddy will rape you every day—" My daughter was breathless from my kisses, her sobs subsided considerably, leaving only sweet moans with each thrust. "Yueyue, is that alright? Daddy will rape you every day from now on, okay?" My daughter struggled to avoid my licks and kisses, remaining silent. I took a breath, thrusting my lower body forcefully, my entire penis instantly penetrating her, pressing against her clitoris, pulling the layers of vaginal flesh further into her uterus. "Aaaaaaaahh ... The tingling itch that had subsided suddenly returned, taking over my entire body almost without warning. I desperately resisted and began to thrust into my daughter's tender hole with all my might. "Mmm—mmm ahhh—ahhh—mmm—ahhh—" My daughter's body rose and fell on the bed as I thrust into her. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were misty. As the pain inside her vagina subsided, my daughter had become aroused by my rape. Seeing this, I thrust my hips faster and harder, my pelvis slapping against my daughter's white-stockinged buttocks, making her small buttocks ripple with flesh. My thick, dark penis stretched my daughter's small, tender hole almost to the point of tearing open, each thrust bringing out a large amount of vaginal fluid, mixed with my daughter's virgin blood, splattering onto the sheets. "Daddy…" my daughter moaned softly as she called my name. "Yueyue, what's wrong?" I continued thrusting, my arms encircling my daughter's delicate body, lifting her straight up and holding her in the air while I fucked her while standing on the floor. Her beautiful legs in pantyhose were wrapped around my waist, tears still wet in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just nestled against my chest, quietly enduring everything. She was like an exquisitely beautiful loli masturbation device, tossed around in the air by me, then falling back down, her tender vagina sucking and licking my penis. I floated to the clouds again, my mind a blank, numb with pleasure. I don't know how much time passed, or how many times I thrust into my daughter, but suddenly I felt her vaginal muscles contract wildly, the loli in my arms trembling violently. Was she about to climax? I floated on a sea of pleasure, following my most primal instincts, increasing the force of my thrusts into my daughter's womb. Finally, a surge of heat gushed onto my glans, which had almost become numb to the point of numbness. The heat from this surge felt like a branding iron on ice, I was almost melting with pleasure. The semen gushed out uncontrollably, deep inside my daughter's vagina, right up against her cervix, every last drop spraying out. In that moment, I truly understood what it meant to forget myself and the world around me. It was as if everything in the world had vanished, all sound, all sensation dissolved into a white blur, leaving only my daughter, tightly joined to me. In this vast, empty world, through the contact of our genitals, guided by our intimate bloodlines, our hearts were completely connected, becoming a perfect one. I don't know how long I floated in the clouds, but I opened my eyes. My daughter, her face flushed with shy tears, hugged my neck, gently touched my lips, and finally said softly, "Daddy, come and rape Yueyue every day... Yueyue will belong to Daddy from now on..." I smiled gently, patted her back lightly, and without withdrawing my penis, maintained the airborne embrace, slowly walking to the desk and sitting down. "Yueyue asked me why I collect stones, didn't she?" Hearing this, my daughter's watery eyes widened adorably as she asked curiously, "Why?" "Hehe, you'll find out later." "Ugh, Daddy's mean!" My daughter pretended to be angry, turning her head away and ignoring me. I just smiled at her. Seeing that I didn't speak, she secretly glanced at me with her big eyes, then quickly looked away, letting out a snort. I ruffled my daughter's hair, my heart gradually calming down. After raping my daughter, it was as if a long-held secret had been released; I felt completely relieved. A thought flashed through my mind, and I gradually understood some very obvious things.

"Yueyue, you killed Mommy, didn't you?"

As soon as I finished speaking, my daughter's vagina suddenly tightened to its limit, causing my penis to twitch again, squeezing out some remaining semen. My daughter turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a genuine fear completely different from when I "raped" her before, as if the world was ending, the sky was collapsing. My daughter's body began to tremble again, her small hands trembling as she gripped my arm, "Dad... Dad... what are you saying..." "You see," I said calmly, my expression relaxed, "the trembling of anger, the trembling of joy, and the trembling of fear you're experiencing now are very different." My daughter clung tightly to me, her lips pale, trembling as she called out, "Dad..." "I don't blame you." I hugged my daughter's delicate body, holding her close in my arms, "Tell me the truth." "Really, really you don't blame me?" My daughter looked up, asking very earnestly. "I don't blame you." I lowered my head and kissed my daughter's tender lips, "You are now my only bloodline in this world..." Having received my confirmation, my daughter seemed to calm down. She had just calmed down for a moment when she suddenly started trembling again. This time, it was a trembling of anger. "That woman—" her voice was almost choked out, "She dared, she dared to bring another man into your bedroom, Dad." Her eyes were red, and just recalling that scene filled her with rage. "That daughter thinks I don't understand anything? I understand everything! Not letting me and Dad take a bath is one thing, after all, she's still your wife, but she dared, she dared to bring another man home! I watched them walk into your bedroom—Dad, you don't understand that feeling, I just felt my blood boiling, I was so angry I just wanted to kill—that woman! That woman!! How dare she stay by your side, Dad!!! My mind went blank, I only remember rushing into the room and slapping that woman across the neck with a palm strike..." Her daughter was very emotional, and the clenched teeth scream at the end made me feel like she might turn into a raging monster at any moment. "Then I woke up, wearing a spotless dress, surrounded by the corpses and chunks of flesh of those two bitches—you know, Dad, I don't feel relieved, I'm still furious, but I know you're coming back, I don't want to…" At this point, my daughter hugged me tightly. "I don't want to be abandoned by you, I love you!!! From childhood to adulthood, your image has been all I can think about, I love you madly!!! If that bitch had treated you well, maybe she could have lived. But she didn't, I can't bear anyone betraying you, not even a little bit!!! Even if they just went to your bedroom to talk about something else, it's unacceptable!!!" "Dad…Dad…" My daughter's voice lowered, "Do you still want a monster daughter like this?" "Of course." I gently kissed my daughter's smooth forehead, "The world is vast and boundless, yet empty and lonely, you and I are the only two monsters left in this world."

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