Online article reprint: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 91-120)

Chapter 91 Coma
"Boom..." Hearing the doctor's words, my brain felt like it exploded, as if all my thoughts and consciousness were about to leave me.

"Thump," I was startled awake by a sound of someone falling. When I came to my senses, I saw the attending physician helping Xiaoying up. Xiaoying had fainted after hearing the doctor's words and collapsed to the ground. Because my brain short-circuited at that moment, I didn't even realize I needed to help her. Actually, I was about to faint myself, but I kept controlling my consciousness, trying to steady myself, though I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

The other doctors and nurses quickly came to help Xiaoying and took her to another ward to rest and receive care. After the other doctors and nurses took Xiaoying away, I didn't go with them. I had something to ask the attending physician.

"Has my father passed away?" I asked the doctor in a hoarse voice, still clinging to a last glimmer of hope.

"Sigh...not yet, but it's almost done. The blood clots in your father's skull have been cleared, and the surgery went relatively smoothly. It's just that he hasn't woken up yet and is in a deep coma..." the doctor explained softly, his voice revealing exhaustion.

"Is there any hope of him waking up?"

"Yes, but the probability is very low. You must prepare for the worst. If he hasn't woken up within a week, I advise you to give up..." After saying this, the doctor silently went to rest. He had been working on the resuscitation for several hours, and he was exhausted.

Hearing this news, I tried my best to control myself. At this moment, I had to be strong. If I collapsed too, then my father would truly have no hope.

A moment later, my father was wheeled out of the emergency room by a nurse. I followed, my body stiff and exhausted. He was eventually transferred to the intensive care unit, an oxygen mask on his face, various wires attached to his forehead and temples to monitor his brain activity. His head wound was wrapped in thick bandages; because of a head injury, there was intracranial hematoma, so the doctors had made a small incision about one centimeter in diameter to clear the blood clot. If the hematoma wasn't cleared, it could have accumulated and eventually compressed the brain nerves, leading to a condition far beyond a coma. Looking at my father's pale face, so peaceful and kind, was this still the same strong father? The father who hadn't collapsed even after accumulating debt to pay for my mother's medical treatment and my education? At

this moment, I should go see Xiaoying. I wondered if she had woken up. She had fainted from the shock and grief when she heard the devastating news of my father's death; she should be awake by now. I took one last look at my still-"sleeping" father and headed straight for Xiaoying's room.

When I arrived at the ward, I saw that Xiaoying had already woken up. She was lying on her back on the bed, her eyes open and staring blankly at the ceiling, completely still. She didn't even move when I entered the room, like a walking corpse. I silently walked to her bedside, moved a chair, and sat down beside her. I stroked her cheek and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. I didn't know what to say to her, so I could only comfort her with my actions.

"Do you think Dad will wake up?" Xiaoying's voice was already hoarse. When she woke up, she must have learned about her father's condition from the doctors and nurses, so I wasn't surprised that she asked this question.

"I don't know. It's all up to fate. Once you feel better, we'll go find the attending physician to ask him in detail. He's resting now; he's exhausted from the surgery." I gently comforted Xiaoying, while preparing to go out to buy some food. Xiaoying and I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and we had barely slept at all. We were both extremely exhausted. I wanted to buy some food and nutritional supplements to help Xiaoying recover. I also needed to go home to get some necessities. My father needed someone by his side in his condition. Although there were nurses taking care of him, it would be more reassuring to have someone with him.

After preparing everything, I returned to the ward and found that Xiaoying was no longer there. Where did Xiaoying go? Did she go to see my father? I immediately took the things and headed towards my father's intensive care unit.

When I got to my father's ward, I looked through the window and saw Xiaoying sitting by my father's window, staring blankly at his pale, expressionless face, silently shedding tears, lost in thought. I pushed open the door and went in, placing the things on another bed. My father's intensive care unit was a private room with only him as the patient, and there was a bed for family members to accompany him. The environment was quite good, but the daily expenses were staggering. We weren't worried about the cost because the power company where my father worked had already covered everything. Although my father had "committed suicide," only Xiaoying and I knew that. The company assumed my father was careless and hadn't had time to evacuate before the accident. Furthermore, his small house on the island was dilapidated and had only been patched up to save money; it couldn't withstand a strong storm. Therefore, regardless of the cause, my father's company was fully responsible. The power company was very cooperative and didn't object.

"Honey, eat something," I said softly, looking at Xiaoying's haggard and self-reproachful appearance.

"I'll go wash up first," Xiaoying replied after a while, picking up the toiletries I'd brought from home and going to the bathroom. Women always care about their appearance, unlike men; at that moment, I had no desire to wash up.

After washing, I ate a little something, a small amount, but it replenished our lost energy. At this moment, the attending physician came to my father's room; he seemed to have rested well.

"Doctor, what are the chances of my father waking up?" I was still unwilling to give up; I needed to know the most detailed information about my father.

"Your father's condition is not optimistic. After all, he is old and has suffered such serious injuries. He has been exposed to the wind and rain on the island for so long. It is already extremely fortunate that he has not died immediately while in a deep coma, but he has not yet reached the point of being in a vegetative state. A person in a vegetative state has basically lost consciousness, but your father's brain waves still show a slight response, which means that your father's brain is still conscious and may be able to feel external stimuli. However, your father's consciousness is getting weaker and weaker. If there is no improvement, your father's consciousness may completely disappear in a week. At best, he will be in a vegetative state; at worst, he will be brain dead, and then he will truly die." The doctor glanced at the monitoring equipment next to my father and began to explain my father's condition to me and Xiaoying in detail. Xiaoying and I listened carefully.

"Logically speaking, your father's intracranial hemorrhage has been cleared, and his condition should be much better than it is now. He should be able to wake up. However, your father is currently in a coma. Based on my years of experience, I judge that your father's consciousness may be self-isolating. In other words, he may have a death wish preventing him from waking up; he himself does not want to wake up. The human brain is very peculiar. A person's will to live can often unleash their greatest potential. As long as the will to live is strong, even seriously ill people can recover; those who have no will to live, or even those who are determined to die, often find that even mild illnesses can take their lives. Of course, this is just my speculation. As for whether your father is actually in this situation, I cannot determine it, since this situation cannot be detected by instruments." Although the doctor's words were complicated, I understood the core meaning. It meant that my father was not waking up because he had no will to live and was resigned to death. He had shut down his consciousness, and he was subconsciously preventing himself from waking up. But I believe that my father's condition is as the doctor speculated, after all, I know the whole story.

Xiaoying, standing beside me, seemed to have cried all her tears. She clutched her clothes tightly, listening to the doctor's explanation. Perhaps her thoughts were the same as mine, but she didn't know how to vent her emotions, how to release her regret.

"During this time, we will closely monitor the patient's condition. Give him daily massages, because when someone is in a coma, prolonged inactivity can cause muscles to stiffen. Also, if my speculation is correct, talk to him every day. If he can hear what's happening and it stimulates him, he might actually wake up. In short, if the situation is as I speculate, open your father's heart, rekindle his will to live, and he might wake up." After saying this, the doctor left; after all, he had a lot of work to do.

Hearing the doctor's words, I fell into deep thought. Clearly, my father's inner conflict lay with Xiaoying. Perhaps if Xiaoying could resolve his inner conflict, he could wake up. Did Xiaoying realize this? Would she help my father resolve his inner conflict? Did I need to confront her directly? How should I tell her?

"Jincheng, what if Dad hasn't woken up after a week and has become a vegetable? Should we continue treatment for him?" At this moment, Xiaoying broke the ice first. She asked me softly, after all, I am the backbone of the family, and everything is done according to my arrangements.

"Continue treatment. Unless Dad completely passes away, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I will never give up on Dad, no matter the cost..." I said my decision without any hesitation; this was my truest thought.

After hearing my decision, Xiaoying visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps she was also afraid that I would give up treatment, but perhaps she noticed my last sentence.

"Are you really willing to pay any price for Dad?" After thinking for a long time, Xiaoying looked up at me and asked. Her expression was calm and natural, without revealing any flaws, but there seemed to be a hint of determination in her eyes. It was only then that I realized that if Xiaoying were to help my father resolve his inner conflict, something might happen between them. What should I do...?

Note: Some of the medical details in this chapter are real, and some are not. I found some information online. If any readers with medical expertise see any inconsistencies, please don't criticize. After all, it's a novel, and the male protagonist's father's illness has been fictionalized for plot purposes. I'm just explaining this here.

Chapter 092 Fantasy

I was stumped by Xiaoying's question. At first, I was confused. Of course, I would pay any price for my father. Isn't his life more important than work and money? I was about to answer "Of course," but then I suddenly stopped because I finally understood the meaning behind Xiaoying's words.

I remembered what the doctor had said earlier: to wake my father up, it mainly depended on helping him resolve his inner conflict, and the source of that conflict, barring any unforeseen circumstances, was Xiaoying. Only Xiaoying could help him resolve his inner conflict, but how could I get Xiaoying to do that? At that moment, I remembered a cuckold novel I had read before. The plot went something like this: a wife's first love, a man, was seriously injured and fell into a coma. With her husband's tacit approval, the wife stimulated the comatose man by performing oral sex and intercourse, waking him from his coma.

Was Xiaoying planning to use this method? A scene involuntarily flashed through my mind: Xiaoying, naked and with her sexy and beautiful body, straddling her comatose father. Her father, in his coma, had a thick, long penis that was erect and fully inserted into Xiaoying's constantly flowing vagina. Xiaoying, in a lotus position, actively rode on top of her father, moving her hips together with a "slap slap slap" sound, and the friction between her father's penis and Xiaoying's vagina made a "splashing" sound. Xiaoying's breasts rose and fell, swinging up and down, constantly hitting her chest with a "splashing" sound. Xiaoying seemed to be experiencing great satisfaction, or perhaps she was trying to further stimulate her father to wake up sooner.

"Ah... Daddy, can you feel the temperature inside Xiaoying? Daddy's penis is so thick and big, ha... It feels so good to be inside Xiaoying, as long as you can wake up, Xiaoying will make love with you every day... okay? Hmm..." Xiaoying, who was riding on top, kept moaning and said to her father the lewd words that she usually thought were extremely obscene. Just then, the father, who had been unconscious, slowly began to react. His hips involuntarily began to thrust upwards against Xiaoying. Xiaoying seemed unaware that her father was about to wake up. Finally, at the moment of his ejaculation, the father opened his eyes, which had been unconscious for so long, tightly gripped Xiaoying's slender waist, and inserted his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina. A large amount of semen was continuously ejaculated into Xiaoying's uterus, and the two reached orgasm simultaneously. The father finally woke up...

"Honey, what's wrong? What are you thinking about? I'm asking you a question." Suddenly, I was interrupted by Xiaoying's somewhat reproachful words. I came back to my senses and found that Xiaoying was looking at me with some annoyance. The question Xiaoying had just asked me had made me fall into thought and fantasy, and as a result, a lot of time had passed. No wonder Xiaoying was angry.

"Sorry, honey, I was just thinking about something. What did you just ask me?" I quickly sorted out my thoughts, and I finally understood the meaning behind Xiaoying's question. Although it was just a fantasy in my mind, it might very well happen in the future.

"I just asked you, are you really willing to pay any price for your father?" Xiaoying patiently asked me again, but this time her eyes held a hint of hesitation and struggle, and her gaze began to dart away. However, her words were instantly replaced by unwavering determination.

"Yes, I'm willing to pay any price. After my mother passed away, my father is my only remaining family. I can't abandon him." This time, I didn't hesitate at all. Although Xiaoying's words sounded ordinary to others, I, knowing the whole story, understood her decision. But I didn't back down; after all, my father's life was the most important thing. Besides, wasn't what I had just imagined what I had always wanted?

"Jincheng, Dad's condition is not optimistic. He needs someone to take care of him. I'm going to quit my job to take care of him. Even if he has to leave us, we want him to leave in peace, okay?" Xiaoying said to me through gritted teeth. Hearing Xiaoying's words, my heart ached. Xiaoying had a good job, and she loved it. I never expected that she would decide to quit for her father.

"Is it necessary to quit my job?" After all, my salary is higher than Xiaoying's. It's a good thing that Xiaoying quits her job to take care of Dad, and she can also help him through his emotional struggles when I'm not around. But I know how reluctant Xiaoying is to give up her job, so I think it's best to find a way that benefits both of us.

"I'll talk to my company and see if they can give me a long leave." Perhaps Xiaoying was also reluctant; after thinking for a while, she postponed it for the time being.

In the following days, Xiaoying successfully obtained a long leave. With Xiaoying by Dad's side, I didn't need to take leave and stay in the hospital. Besides, with me there, some things wouldn't happen, right? So I wanted to give Xiaoying and Dad some private space. I worked during the day and went to the hospital after work to bring Xiaoying dinner. Then we would help Xiaoying bathe and massage Dad. I originally planned to hire a high-end caregiver for Dad, but Xiaoying disagreed because she felt that no matter how good a caregiver was, it couldn't compare to the care of her own family. At this moment, I suddenly realized that Xiaoying was becoming increasingly concerned about Dad…

That evening, Xiaoying and I squeezed into the small cot for the father-in-law. It was so small that even turning over was difficult. My original plan was to go home and sleep, leaving Xiaoying to care for my father alone. After all, the only time my fantasy could happen was at night. During the day, doctors and nurses could enter the ward at any time to check on my father or change his dressings, so anything between Xiaoying and my father during the day was impossible, as there was a risk of being discovered. Only at night, after the hospital staff had closed and only nurses and doctors on duty were present. They rarely entered the wards, and the ward doors could be locked from the inside, so the only opportunity was at night.

But after thinking about it carefully, I wondered if telling Xiaoying that I was going home to rest and leaving her to care for my father alone at the hospital would make her overthink things. It would seem like I was trying to cover something up, and it would also make me appear selfish, leaving Xiaoying alone in the hospital while I went back to sleep. Besides, I'd heard the hospital had a heavy "yin energy," with births and deaths every day, and Xiaoying seemed very scared at night. She would wake me up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom with her. All of this made it impossible for me to stay with Xiaoying in the hospital every night.

During the day, Xiaoying massaged her father's body. Did she perform oral sex on him? Did she have sex with him? During the day at work, when I had nothing to do, I searched for related information on my phone, and the results were disappointing. In reality, what I imagined was impossible. When a person is in a deep coma, the penis cannot achieve an erection. Erection is controlled by the brain, and when a person is in a deep coma, the brain almost stops functioning, so the penis cannot achieve an erection no matter what. The plot in that novel is, after all, fiction. So, whether I'm in the hospital or not, Xiaoying can't have intercourse with my comatose father. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel anxious and disappointed, because the scenario I fantasized about couldn't happen in reality. So how could Xiaoying help her father overcome his emotional distress?

Five days had passed, and my father showed no signs of waking up. Xiaoying said that during the day, she massaged his body and talked to him about things that had happened before, but there was no response. Xiaoying seemed hesitant when she spoke to me, as if she was hiding something. But the hospital isn't my home; I can't install surveillance to find out everything. At night, Xiaoying and I would massage my father's body and wipe him down. During this time, his lower body was always naked. At first, Xiaoying might have felt guilty and occasionally blushed, but after a few days, every time she saw my father's limp penis, she would look at him calmly and help me wipe his body. After all, my father was heavy, and it took two people to do it.

Before going to bed each night, I would sit by my father's bed and tell him everything that had happened to me from childhood to adulthood, recounting the various misfortunes that had befallen our family. Five days had passed, and my father showed no reaction whatsoever. Xiaoying and I grew increasingly anxious.

Another day passed, and in just one more day, it would be the seventh day the doctor had said. If my father didn't wake up, there might be no hope left. We were nearing a life-or-death situation. At this point, I decided that, regardless of what Xiaoying might think, I had to create an opportunity for Xiaoying and my father to be alone together that night. Although my father couldn't get an erection for intercourse with Xiaoying, she could give him oral sex. I had to give her that opportunity, even if it was just once.

During this time, Xiaoying seemed hesitant to speak to me, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it. On the afternoon of the seventh day, near the end of my workday, I called Xiaoying.

"Honey, I have some special work to do tonight, so I can't come over to keep you company. Be careful tonight, and call me if anything happens," I said wearily to Xiaoying. The time until the doctor's decision was drawing ever closer, and my hope dwindled further.

"Okay, take care and get some rest. I'll call you if anything comes up," Xiaoying replied readily. I never expected her to agree so quickly. Normally, tonight would likely be my father's last night, and Xiaoying would have asked if I should come and be with him. I had already prepared my answer: "I don't want to face the moment my father passes away; I don't have the courage." And that was indeed the case. But Xiaoying didn't ask any questions or refuse; instead, she agreed immediately. And there seemed to be a hint of relief and a hidden excitement in her tone. Was what I was fantasizing about really about to happen? Although we couldn't have intercourse, oral sex might be possible. Perhaps Xiaoying was planning to put her decision into action tonight while I was away.

Thinking about all this, after work, I didn't go home but waited at the hospital. I waited until all the doctors and nurses left, planning to sneak into the hospital that night to see what would happen to Xiaoying and my father on the only night I wasn't there. Would a miracle happen...?

Chapter 093 Infiltration

Around 9 PM, calculating the time, most of the hospital staff had left. Not wanting to miss anything, I decided to head to the hospital immediately. Just in case, I borrowed clothes from a colleague under some pretext. After changing into my colleague's clothes, I set off for the hospital.

On the way, I carefully considered what to do. My father's ICU was a very high-class ward, with excellent soundproofing; the door could even be locked from the inside, and both the door and windows had curtains. If Xiaoying locked the door and drew the curtains, I wouldn't be able to see anything. Why didn't I prepare a stun gun beforehand? Even if I couldn't see, hearing would be good too. I decided to stop thinking about it and see how things went when I got to the hospital.

Finally arriving at the hospital, I slowly climbed the stairs, my footsteps becoming increasingly light as I approached my father's room. My heart pounded with anxiety; I absolutely couldn't let Xiaoying see me. If she did, how would I explain it to her? And tonight's plans would be ruined.

I tiptoed like a cat to my father's room. The hospital corridor was quiet; the other patients seemed to have already gone to bed, with only the dim light of the corridor lamps. Even from a distance, I could see the light on in my father's room, and it seemed the curtains weren't drawn. My nerves were on edge. I was holding a newspaper and wearing my colleague's clothes, so if I bumped into Xiaoying in the corridor, I could quickly turn away or use the newspaper to cover my face. Hopefully, I could avoid her and not be seen.

Slowly, I reached the door of my father's room. To my surprise, the door was open, and it was quiet inside. Had I gone to the wrong room? I checked the room number carefully—I hadn't gone to the wrong one. I hid around the corner, peeking inside. I saw my father lying quietly in the hospital bed, alone.

I breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed into his room. The curtains were drawn, the tall, floor-length kind. Xiaoying wasn't there. Where did she go? Looking at the open door, I guessed she'd just gone out briefly—maybe to buy food or go to the bathroom—and couldn't have been gone long. Thank goodness, I hadn't missed anything.

Just as I stood there rejoicing, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels in the hallway. Since I knew Xiaoying so well, I was sure it was her footsteps. Oh no, I'm trapped here! My eyes darted around the room, searching for a hiding place.

Under the bed? No, too obvious. The storage cabinet? No, what if Xiaoying opens it and finds me? How would I explain? Xiaoying's footsteps were almost at the door. I didn't have time to think. I slipped under the nearest curtain. The curtains were some distance from the windowsill, so I was hidden inside and my figure wouldn't be noticeable from the outside. Moreover, being behind the curtains meant the light was dim, while the ward was brightly lit. This contrast allowed me to clearly see everything in the ward through the not-so-transparent gauze curtains, while the people in the ward couldn't see me through the curtains.

After carefully considering the situation, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the hiding place I'd chosen was decent; the curtains were floor-length, so my feet wouldn't be visible, and I could still see everything in the room. It was already evening, and unless something unexpected happened, Xiaoying wouldn't come to pull the curtains back, so this was the safest spot.

Before I could even relax, Xiaoying entered the room, carrying a washbasin and clutching a towel. It seemed she'd just gone to the bathroom to fetch water and wash the towel to clean my father. While I wasn't there, Xiaoying could only clean his front, not his back.

She placed the washbasin on the bedside table, draped the towel over it, and then turned to close the door. Looking at Xiaoying, neatly dressed, and then at my father, still unconscious under the covers, I realized that nothing had happened before I arrived. A loud bang startled me from my thoughts. I saw Xiaoying had already closed the door. After closing it, she turned to return to her father's bedside, but after a few steps, a flicker of hesitation and struggle crossed her eyes.

She stood there for a few minutes, then looked up at the clock on the wall; time was ticking away. Finally, determination replaced her gaze. She looked at her father, who lay quietly unconscious, sighed, and turned back towards the door. Was Xiaoying going out again? Just as I was wondering, I heard the click of the door being locked from the inside. A sudden surge of excitement filled me. Xiaoying had locked the door—was my fantasy about to become reality?

A soft rustling sound followed, and through the curtains, I saw Xiaoying draw the curtains to the small window of the ward. Now the entire room was completely sealed off; no one outside could see or hear anything inside. Although there are doctors and nurses on duty at the hospital at night, they will never come to the ward unless the family calls them. So this quiet night is very safe…

However, Xiaoying would never have imagined that in the ICU she thought was just her and her father, there was another person—her husband—hiding behind the curtains a few meters away. I dared not breathe deeply, afraid of being heard by Xiaoying. After all, the soundproofed ward was eerily quiet.

After watching her father quietly for a while, Xiaoying took out her phone. At that moment, my heart tightened. Was Xiaoying going to call me? It was very likely. After all, Xiaoying would ask if I had eaten dinner and report on my father's condition, etc. My heart was pounding. If Xiaoying called me now, how would I, hiding behind the curtains, react? Answer the phone? Impossible. My heart was pounding to its limit.

However, I had made ample preparations beforehand, even silencing my phone, so it wouldn't ring. If Xiaoying called me at that moment, I would simply ignore it and make up an excuse later. I had prepared many "contingency plans," but I never expected Xiaoying to call me; looking back, it seems a bit ridiculous.

But in the end, my worries were unnecessary. After picking up the phone, Xiaoying hesitated for a moment and then silenced it as well. How did I know Xiaoying had silenced her phone? Although I couldn't see clearly, the phone, which had been making keypad sounds, suddenly stopped. The answer was obvious: Xiaoying had silenced it. Was

Xiaoying preparing for this too? To avoid having the atmosphere she had painstakingly built up suddenly interrupted by a phone ring? After putting down the phone, Xiaoying pulled back her father's blanket, all the way to his feet. Her father was wearing a hospital gown on his upper body, but his lower body was completely naked. Her father's limp penis lay between his legs, a transparent catheter inserted into the glans, which, even limp, was still quite large. One end of the catheter was inserted into the urethral opening of his penis, the other end connected to a chamber pot under his bed.

With no one else around, Xiaoying's gaze lingered on her father's penis without any attempt at concealment. A flicker of reminiscence and longing crossed her eyes, and her face flushed. She continued to unbutton her father's hospital gown, revealing his wrinkled chest. Xiaoying picked up a towel, dipped it in the warm water in the basin, and began to gently wipe her father.

During this process, Xiaoying was very docile, her wiping pressure precise. She would glance at the area she was wiping, then at her father's quiet face. She seemed to be recalling, recalling everything that had happened before. Xiaoying's wiping movements slowed, until finally her hand stopped. A few crystal tears began to fall onto her father's chest. Xiaoying had finally succumbed to her own self-doubt; the worry and grievances she had endured during this time, in the solitude of their absence, had finally surfaced once more.

"Did you sleep well? I know you're tired. If you want to sleep, just sleep well and get some rest. Tonight might be your last night, so let me tell you what's on my mind. I've never told anyone these things before, not even Jincheng, but I'm telling you everything today. Even if you're leaving, let me finish what I have to say to you, so I won't have any regrets." Xiaoying held a towel and gently placed it on her father's chest, letting her tears fall on him. At this moment, she didn't try to hide or control her emotions. In this quiet, undisturbed hospital room, she vented her innermost feelings.

"If you want to die, then die. It's better if you die. After you die, no one will bully me anymore. That night you forcibly took my virginity, which I had preserved for Jincheng for so many years. I really hate you. I wish you were dead. Although I know I also bear some responsibility, I just hate you. What's done is done, and I can't go back to the past. I regretted it so much back then. Why did I keep indulging you?" Xiaoying slowly stopped crying, and her gaze suddenly turned cold, as if she was thinking about something sad and hateful. Xiaoying continued to tell her story.

"When you left home and set foot on the island in the middle of the river, when I saw you making vegetarian dumplings for your birthday all by yourself, when I saw how haggard and aged you looked, my heart suddenly ached. I don't know what's wrong with me. Logically, I shouldn't have felt much, but why did my heart ache when I saw your dejected look? I've thought about it carefully. Do I really hate you? Later, I realized that I don't hate you. I hate myself. I hate myself for..." At this moment, Xiaoying, who had been indifferent just moments before, suddenly became very sad and upset. Her expressions changed with her words, and at that moment, I suddenly realized that Xiaoying really had the potential to be an actress.

"Actually, countless nights afterward, I would think about the scene of you forcing yourself on me that night, and I would even dream about it. I don't know why. Maybe you can't hear my words now, so I'll pour out all my feelings. I'll talk, and you listen. Remember, if you can hear me, you must keep it a secret for me." As she said this, Xiaoying blushed, a hint of shyness flashing across her face, tinged with awkwardness and unnaturalness.

"Actually, every time I think back to that night, I can't help but feel aroused, my lower body itches and gets wet. To be honest, your penis is much bigger than Jincheng's. Since Jincheng got sick, I haven't felt like a woman for a long time. That night, after you penetrated me, I was really flustered and hated you at first, but when the pleasure came from down there, I lost myself. I said sorry to Jincheng in my heart, and then I started to enjoy everything you brought me. Really, that feeling was the first time in my life I had experienced it. I never knew being a woman could be so pleasurable. That night you brought me..." "It feels like all the times Jincheng did together couldn't compare. Am I being lewd by saying this? But these are my honest thoughts, things I wouldn't normally tell anyone..." Hearing Xiaoying's words, my heart ached. It turned out that the pleasure my father gave Xiaoying that night was so intense that all the times I had sex with her combined couldn't match the pleasure he brought her that one time. Yes, my father made Xiaoying squirt, while I never did it even once. If I hadn't seen Xiaoying being made like that by my father, I wouldn't have known that Xiaoying could squirt after an orgasm.

"Countless nights, I've longed for the feeling of that night, thinking about the feeling of you forcing yourself on me. I masturbate, and it's easy for me to reach orgasm. After that time with you, I experienced feelings I'd never felt before. Just thinking about it makes me incredibly aroused. But every time after masturbating, I berate myself. Why am I so lewd? I should be terrified and hate that night, so why do I find myself reminiscing about it? Even... even those times I did with Jincheng during the trip, his body hadn't fully recovered. Even if it did, he couldn't reach your size or last as long. He tried..." But after that time we had, his ability was far from enough to make me reach orgasm naturally. If someone suddenly experiences a feast, would they be satisfied with simple meals again? In the end, I had to fantasize about having sex with you while making love with Jincheng, fantasizing that it was your penis penetrating me, that it was you making love to me, and recalling the feeling of that night, to finally reach orgasm.”

Hearing Xiaoying's words, I felt truly bitter. I had thought that after conditioning my body, and with sufficient foreplay during sex with Xiaoying, I could make her orgasm. At that time, I comforted myself, thinking that if my father could make Xiaoying orgasm, I could too. But now I realized that those orgasms Xiaoying experienced during sex were actually from fantasizing about my father. Without fantasizing about my father, my ability was far from sufficient to make Xiaoying orgasm. But Xiaoying kept it all hidden, trying her best to encourage and comfort me. Moreover, in Xiaoying's heart, her father was a "delicacy," while I was just "simple food"...

I regretted it. I regretted coming to eavesdrop and watch everything tonight...
Chapter 94 Confession

At this moment, my feelings were complicated. Xiaoying's last few words were like a knife, cutting deeply into my heart. I knew Xiaoying said those words to save her father, I knew what she said was true, I knew it wasn't Xiaoying's fault, but my heart couldn't calm down.

"No, what Xiaoying said isn't true. Xiaoying lied to save her father. She wasn't telling me what she really felt." Although I tried my best to calm myself down and comfort myself, I could tell from Xiaoying's expression and tone that it was true. Xiaoying was telling me what she really felt. Normally, she would never reveal her true feelings to a second person. My disbelief just now was just self-deception.

"I know that if Jincheng knew these facts, he would be very sad and unable to accept them. But these are the truths, my honest feelings. I can never tell Jincheng, and I will never let him know. After all, I don't want to hurt Jincheng; I want him to maintain the confidence he has worked so hard to build. Dad, telling you this doesn't mean I've stopped loving Jincheng and started loving you. I love Jincheng very much, really, so much. No matter what he becomes, even if he completely loses his manhood, even if he loses everything... I will never give up on him. I love him. Without him, I don't know how I could live..." Perhaps Xiaoying knew I was very sad at this moment, and deliberately comforted me with a few words? Knowing Xiaoying's love made me feel much better. After all, Xiaoying loved me, no matter how obsessed she was with the sexual experiences her father brought her.

"When I learned of your accident, I couldn't describe my feelings. I panicked. I'd never felt this way before, and I believe I would have felt the same way if Jincheng had been in trouble. Perhaps there's a saying that's true: you only appreciate what you've lost. Originally, I really planned to give you up, to let go of everything we had. You would still be my father-in-law, and I would still be your daughter-in-law. But when you had your accident, when I saw you critically injured and dying, when I saw your suicide note, your bankbook, your insurance policy, when I saw the pipe you had protected until your death... I finally..." "I know, I can't lose Jincheng, but I also can't... I also can't... I can't lose you either. Am I being selfish?" Xiaoying gently pressed her face against her father's chest, seemingly feeling his heartbeat. Turning her face towards him, she opened and closed her eyes, letting tears flow onto his chest, softly murmuring to him. As she finished speaking, Xiaoying's hand unconsciously grasped her father's, holding it tightly... "You can say I'm not a good daughter-in-law, you can say I'm a lewd woman, I've always..." I played the role of a good wife in front of Jincheng, but only in front of you did I dare to reveal my lewd side, like we were a while ago. I always wanted to give Jincheng a good impression, but deep down I also have a lustful side. People say that men's lust is expressed verbally, while women's lust is felt in their hearts, and that's absolutely true. My lust is all in my heart. During that time, I maintained an intimate relationship with you because I couldn't show my lust in front of Jincheng, but I could in front of you. Perhaps that's the reason for caring and not caring. During that time, although I was very conflicted, "I feel guilty, but I'm also very happy. One reason is that Jincheng's body isn't up to par, and I can't satisfy him. The other is that I can do whatever I want in front of you, without any reservations. The feeling during that time was something I've never experienced before. My first time giving a man oral sex, my first time being oral sex by someone else, licking... licking my anus, my first time in doggy style, etc. These are all things Jincheng has never experienced before, but I gave them all to you. With so much, shouldn't you be satisfied?" Xiaoying continued to speak while lying on her father's chest, her other hand stroking back and forth on his chest.

"But, I didn't expect you to be such a greedy old man, actually that night... that night you forced your way into my body, and tormented me... sigh, I'm a girl, can't you be a little gentler?" Xiaoying had been speaking fiercely at first, but halfway through, she suddenly sighed and began to playfully complain about her father, complaining that he couldn't be gentler. At this moment, how could she be seen as angry?

"Really, although I was tormented terribly by you, you beast, that night, it's an unforgettable experience. I still savor it every night, even when I'm with Jincheng, I'm thinking of you. After that night, I was angry that you lied to me, and I was also angry that I suddenly lost my virginity. After all, I wasn't ready. Actually, if you had just waited a little longer, I would have thought about it every day, encouraged myself, and even decided to give myself to you. If you had just waited a little longer, I believed I wouldn't have been able to resist and would have given myself to you..." Xiaoying's voice suddenly grew softer and softer, her face turning increasingly red, revealing a deep shyness.

It turned out that during that time, Xiaoying and her father were doing oral sex and leg sex, but she wouldn't go all the way. I was very anxious, thinking that it was impossible to go any further, so I had to resort to drugging her. Now, I learned from Xiaoying that she had already been mentally working on herself, trying to change her mind, and was almost ready to make the final decision: to find an opportunity to completely lose her virginity to her father. I just didn't expect that I would drug her and force myself on her prematurely. Fate played a cruel trick on her.

"Actually, I had my own selfish reasons for making you endure for so long. After all, the easier something is to obtain, the less a man will cherish it. Only things that are hard to obtain are truly valued. That was my thought back then. Countless times, I couldn't help but actively send your disgusting thing into my own body." "I

just didn't expect you, you old bastard, to resort to force. After force, you resort to sex. After sex, you resort to a second round. After a second round, you resort to running away..." Xiaoying was like a venting, resentful woman, her mouth firing off like a machine gun. After each sentence, she would lightly pat her father's chest with her hand, but this time she was patting very lightly, pouting her lips, showing no trace of hatred.

Time passed second by second. I looked at the clock; a full hour had gone by. My legs were numb and sore, but I dared not move. I could only endure it, not letting Xiaoying find out. Xiaoying continued talking to her father, murmuring as if she had countless things to tell him. It was already past eleven o'clock at night, and the clock was getting closer and closer to midnight.

Xiaoying lifted her head from her father's. She glanced at the time; she knew his last night was almost over, but he showed no signs of waking up. Both Xiaoying and I grew anxious… “Dad, please don’t sleep anymore, wake up! After what happened, I’ve really thought it through. If you wake up, I can grant you any wish except leaving Jincheng and marrying you. Really, I can make love to you, be your lover, be your sexual object… I’ll satisfy whatever you want. You’re old and don’t have many years left to live; I can give you sexual happiness in your later years. Jincheng’s health isn’t good either; you can satisfy my sexual needs too. Isn’t this the best?” The solution is simply to keep Jincheng from finding out. We must keep it a secret. Actually, it's not a big deal. Even if Jincheng finds out, I believe he should, or perhaps can, accept it. I asked him before if he was willing to pay any price for his father, and he answered without hesitation, "Yes." So, with his words, we have a get-out-of-jail-free card. Although we'll feel guilty at first, time will change everything. Slowly, I believe we'll... we'll get used to it. Let's be selfish this once. Anyway, we've already wronged Jincheng, and things are beyond repair..." Xiaoying seemed to realize the urgency of the situation. She stopped her murmured narration and began to get to the point, making a promise to her father.

"Dad, you still don't want to wake up? Fine, you won't wake up, huh? Fine, you won't wake up then. After you die, Jincheng still won't be able to satisfy me, so I'll go find men outside. Anyway, with my looks and figure, I can have any man I want. I can do whatever I want with him, as many as I want. If you really want me to become like this, then you can continue sleeping..." After quietly observing her father for a while, Xiaoying realized that he still showed no signs of waking up, and she couldn't help but get anxious. She started to scold her father anxiously and angrily, her words full of anxiety, as if she was trying to provoke him with a "what's the use" attitude. I was also anxious, and even thought about rushing out and prying my father's eyes open.

"Oh, I see. You must think I'm lying to you, right? You think I'm just trying to wake you up, and you think that once you wake up, my empty promises won't be honored, right? Okay, to make you believe me, I'll honor them now..." Xiaoying glanced at her father's limp penis, her eyes suddenly lighting up as if she had made a decision. After saying a few words to her father, she gently pulled out his catheter, and without even wiping it with a wet wipe, she opened her "blood-red mouth" and swallowed her father's limp penis whole.

"Mmm... Dad, can you feel it? Slurp... Xiaoying is... slurp... giving you oral sex, slurp... taking your glans in her mouth, slurp... You know, normally this thing of yours is so dirty. Slurp..." Xiaoying diligently performed oral sex on her father, and between swallowing and spitting out his penis, she kept uttering lewd words. You should know that Xiaoying would never have said these lewd words before; she would even feel disgusted by them. But at the last moment, for her father, Xiaoying seemed to have gone all out.

"Mmm... Dad, get hard quickly, sizzle... As long as you get hard, Xiaoying will let your ugly thing stick inside, slurp... This time it won't stick between my legs, I can let it stick inside my vagina, sizzle... Dad, get hard quickly... Mmm..." Xiaoying was performing oral sex on her father with great effort, not missing a single part of his glans, shaft, and scrotum.

Xiaoying and I both knew that as long as her father's penis showed any signs of erection, it meant that he was awake and conscious; as long as his penis was erect, it meant that he had come back to life. However, after Xiaoying had been performing oral sex diligently for a long time, her father's penis remained limp, showing no signs of erection whatsoever.

Perhaps feeling that her mouth was numb, Xiaoying had been performing oral sex for 20 minutes and had also been saying lewd words for 20 minutes. At this moment, Xiaoying's face was flushed, whether from arousal or from shyness because it was the first time she had said such lewd words, her face was flushed, and she seemed to be unable to wait any longer. But when she looked at her father's penis, which showed no sign of erection whatsoever, she was disappointed. She looked up at the clock; it was past midnight, meaning her father's last night had passed, and he hadn't woken up… "You dare lie to me? Didn't you love me the most? Didn't you always want me? I've already agreed to everything, why are you still sleeping? You big liar, the biggest liar in the world… Waaah…" Xiaoying released her father's penis and began shaking him violently, bursting into tears, her voice filled with despair and heartbreak. I also started crying, covering my mouth to stifle my sobs, but her father still didn't wake up. "

You dare pretend to be dead… If you dare pretend to be dead to lie to me… I'll hate you a hundred times, no, I'll hate you for a lifetime… Get up… Waaah…" Xiaoying didn't give up, continuing to shake her father's body, crying her heart out, her hair disheveled, completely disregarding her appearance.

"If you want to die, then die. Good riddance. You should have died a long time ago. I hated you from the start, especially hated you. Waaah... You bullied me, yet you loved me and protected me. Waaah... Good riddance. Now that you're dead, no one will bully me anymore."

"It's better that you're dead. After you're gone, I'll have peace in my heart. Waaah... You're dead, but my heart won't die. I'll visit your grave every month to sweep your tomb and talk to you. Waaah... I think about that night you bullied me, about all the little things we did together, and I'll miss you my whole life. If there's reincarnation and an afterlife, I'll let you bully me again in my next life... I'll let you bully me again in my next life... I'll let you bully me again in my next life... I'll let you bully me again in my next life... I'll let you bully me again in my next life..." Xiaoying's last words echoed in the empty hospital room. Xiaoying seemed to be in despair, sobbing loudly against her father's chest. I also covered my face and wept, no longer paying attention to Xiaoying's words... "Cough cough cough... Uh... cough cough cough..." Just then, a third sound suddenly appeared in the room. Besides Xiaoying and me crying, there was a man's cough. Who was it? Xiaoying and I stopped crying almost simultaneously… Perhaps it was because our eyes were both fixed on our father. We didn't know if it was because Xiaoying had shaken us so much we were breathless, or because Xiaoying's crying was pressing on our chests and we felt suffocated, or because… At that moment, our father began to cough violently, and his left hand, which Xiaoying hadn't been holding down, was trying to rise, seemingly to cover his mouth and amplify his cough. Seeing our father trying to cover his mouth but unable to lift his hand, even though his eyes were still closed, was enough to leave Xiaoying and me dumbfounded. We stood frozen in a daze, one in the light, the other in the shadows…

Chapter 095 Awakening

Xiaoying and I kept our eyes fixed on our father, thinking we were hallucinating. Perhaps neither of us believed that our father had truly "come back to life." After coughing a few times, our father quieted down and didn't open his eyes again, as if everything that had just happened was truly an illusion.

Xiaoying was the first to react. She hurriedly got up, then turned and ran towards the door. At that moment, I also reacted, instinctively wanting to rush out, but I stopped abruptly. Calm down, I had to stay calm. If I rushed out, how could I face Xiaoying? I tried to control my agitated emotions…

After reaching the door, Xiaoying seemed to remember something. She turned back to her father, and with trembling hands, picked up the catheter and began to reinsert it into his urethra. At that moment, I had to admire Xiaoying's rationality. If she had just left the catheter there, how would she explain it to the doctors and nurses?

Xiaoying didn't seem to have completely calmed down from the tension. Due to her trembling hands, it took her a long time to align the catheter tip with her father's urethra before she gently inserted it. Anyone who has had a catheter inserted knows how painful it is; the pain is unbearable for most people. Xiaoying was focused on inserting the catheter. At this moment, her attention was entirely on the catheter. Because she was in a hurry, she didn't insert it very accurately and didn't control the force well. I, hiding behind the curtain, noticed that during this process, my father's hand slowly clenched into a fist and his brows furrowed slightly. He seemed to be going through a lot of pain, but he didn't make a sound and kept his eyes closed.

After finally inserting the catheter, Xiaoying quickly covered her father with a blanket, turned and ran to the door, opened it, and ran out. Time was of the essence; she had to report to the on-duty doctor and nurse immediately. After Xiaoying's footsteps faded into the distance, I shuffled my numb feet out from behind the curtains. My legs were also numb by then. I glanced at my father, who was still asleep, and tiptoed, limping, towards the outside. Xiaoying's high heels masked my footsteps, and I walked very quietly, confident that even if my father were awake, he wouldn't hear me. I needed to get out of there quickly, while Xiaoying was away.

Since the doctor's office and the exit staircase were in opposite directions, I quietly ran to the exit staircase, where the entire corridor was quiet. After running out of the ward building, I found a flower bed and sat down, trying to ease my feet and thighs. I tried to calm myself, but I was also worried. Had the doctor arrived at my father's room? Had my father fully woken up?

After calming down for a moment, I noticed a faint light coming from my pocket. Although very faint, it seemed particularly bright in the quiet night. It was then that I realized my phone was in my pocket. Because I had it on silent, I couldn't hear the ringtone, but the screen light emanated from it.

I took out my phone and saw the caller ID: Xiaoying. I calmed my heavy breathing from the tension and running, and answered the phone:

"Honey, Dad's conscious! He's responding to external stimuli! The doctor said he's about to wake up, and the attending physician is on his way..." Xiaoying's excited, incoherent voice rang out as soon as I answered. She was so excited that she started stammering.

"Really? Okay, I'll be right there..." I paused for a few seconds, then replied to Xiaoying with feigned excitement, and quickly hung up. The call was too long; I didn't want to give myself away. Since the commute from my workplace to the hospital is about half an hour, I had ample time to calm myself and adjust my emotions.

About 20 minutes later, I ran towards my father's ward. My anxiety at this moment was genuine; I wasn't faking it. Now I could finally appear in my father's ward "legitimately." When I arrived, Xiaoying was standing excitedly by my father's bedside. It was clear that even after so much calming down, she was still very excited. The on-duty nurse and doctor were monitoring the equipment beside my father, waiting for the attending physician to arrive. After all, the attending physician had already left work and needed to rush over from home.

"What happened? Whew..." I asked Xiaoying, my forehead covered in sweat. My exhaustion at this moment was genuine.

"I...you weren't here tonight. I was taking care of my father. About 40 minutes ago, he suddenly started coughing, and his hand was twitching slightly. I immediately reported it to the doctor and nurses. The on-duty doctor also reported it to the attending physician, who is on his way. The attending physician said on the phone that my father might wake up, so I called to tell you." Xiaoying's eyes showed a hint of unease as she answered, but she quickly concealed it. However, her tone betrayed her; normally, Xiaoying wouldn't speak so ramblingly and incoherently. Of course, this could be explained by her excitement at her father waking up.

We chatted intermittently, waiting for the attending physician to arrive. About 20 minutes later, the attending physician arrived. He, along with the on-duty doctor and nurses, began examining my father and finally told us that he had regained consciousness and would wake up sometime between midnight and noon. Xiaoying and I were both incredibly excited. Xiaoying buried her face in my arms and cried. For us, there couldn't be better news...

By noon the next day, Father finally opened his eyes. Because he was still very weak and exhausted, and with an oxygen mask on, he couldn't speak. He just weakly opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoying and me, his fingers twitching slightly. When he saw Xiaoying and me, a flicker of joy flashed in his eyes—the joy of reuniting after a separation of life and death. But after the joy subsided, tears began to stream down Father's face. Coupled with his pale, bloodless complexion, he looked utterly pitiful.

Xiaoying and I stood on either side of the bed, each holding one of Father's hands, and began to comfort him.

"Dad, why were you so foolish? Why did you think of doing this? Do you know how scared you scared Xiaoying and me to death?" Tears streamed down Xiaoying and my face uncontrollably, flowing along with Father's tears. At that moment, I had temporarily put all other thoughts aside. Xiaoying was wiping away Father's tears with disinfectant wipes.

"Do you know how I've been these past few days? Dad, I've never blamed you. Mother is gone, but you did your best. Even though you didn't give me anything when I got married, I never blamed you because I know all our savings went to Mother's medical treatment, and we're still in debt... Dad, I won't say anything else, I just want to tell you that I've never blamed you. I understand everything about you." At this moment, I couldn't find any words. I knew the real reason my father wanted to commit suicide, but I couldn't say it. I could only tell him that I understood him, respected him, and never blamed him. Whether he understood my "meaning" was up to him.

"You've survived this ordeal, so please don't do it again. I was wrong before; I neglected your feelings and was always busy with work. But after you recover, Xiaoying and I will spend more time with you so you can enjoy your later years. Whatever you want, I'll give you. I'll give you anything you desire... As long as you can live happily, your son is willing to pay any price. Your mother is gone, and I don't want you to leave me so soon..." I pressed my face against my father's hand. He looked at me, tears streaming down his face, blinking as a response. Xiaoying continued to wipe away his tears, remaining silent throughout, just watching him with tears streaming down her face. She was extremely happy about his "rebirth."

My father recovered quickly. Every day, after finishing my work at the office, I would rush to the hospital to be with him. Xiaoying, having taken a long leave, stayed at the hospital to care for him. The power company learned of my father's awakening and were overjoyed. They even paid for 24-hour shifts of special care to help him recover quickly. This relieved Xiaoying and me of a lot of pressure.

However, a few days after he woke up, my father remained silent, perhaps unsure of what to say. He would occasionally open his eyes to look at Xiaoying and me, but mostly slept with his eyes closed. The doctor told us this was normal and he would gradually improve.

About half a month later, my father started to remove his oxygen mask and began eating liquid food. He had been receiving intravenous nutrition since falling into a coma, and this first time eating liquid food, he ate quite a bit. Whenever I "complained" to him, he would just smile at me, without explaining or answering, but his complexion had improved significantly. After eating, I helped my father walk slowly on the ground. Although it was slow, he was able to get out of bed and move around.

During this time, I would rush over to be with my father every night; I couldn't find a reason not to. My father woke up, and I was fully conscious. I cherished this rare opportunity God had given me; my father had survived

such a close call. At that moment, I didn't think about anything else, only that my father recover quickly. Five days later, the doctor said my father could be discharged. He was fine and could recuperate at home. Continuing to stay in the hospital would incur huge hospital fees, which was unnecessary. Besides, the hospital was short-staffed and needed to free up a VIP room. So, Xiaoying and I happily brought my father home…

We settled him in his bedroom, with various medications on the bedside table. Only time could heal his body. My father's complexion improved, but when I was around, he seemed a little hesitant to face Xiaoying…

I work at my company during the day and go home normally in the evening. Xiaoying continues her leave to take care of my father at home.

This is my first day back at work after my father came home. With nothing to do, I thought about the situation at home. My father has started to improve, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Could something have happened at home? Taking advantage of the opportunity, I turned on the home security camera footage. It was already past 2 PM, four hours before I got home from work…

Chapter 096 Lying

After completing a series of procedures, including inserting the dongle, I turned on the home security camera footage. Everything at home seemed normal. I first turned on the footage from the living room and my bedroom. I didn't see Xiaoying in either place. My father must still be lying in the bedroom, so Xiaoying must be in my father's bedroom. I scanned the office environment and found that no one had disturbed us yet. With excitement, I turned on the security camera footage from my father's bedroom… I saw my father lying in bed, and Xiaoying was feeding him. Everything seemed normal. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But it's already 2 PM, why is my father only eating now? I wasn't surprised by this. Given my father's current condition, he definitely doesn't eat at set times; he eats whenever he's hungry. And now he's not just on liquids anymore; he can walk normally, though he's still a bit weak and doesn't have the strength he usually does.

During the time my father was awake in the hospital, I believe nothing happened between Xiaoying and him, because they had no opportunity during the day, and doctors and nurses would check on him frequently. I would go to the hospital at night to accompany Xiaoying. It's just a pity that I don't know if Xiaoying and my father talked during that time, which is something I really want to know.

"Okay, Xiaoying, I'm full." I was lost in thought when my father interrupted me. After a few bites, he asked to stop eating.

"Dad, you're still not eating enough. You're recovering now; you should eat more." Xiaoying put down her bowl and picked up a tissue to wipe my father's mouth, but just as the tissue was about to touch his lips, he blocked her hand, his face showing a hint of shyness and unease.

"I can do it myself. I'm not that weak yet. Actually, I can take care of myself completely now." The father took Xiaoying's tissue and began wiping his mouth. It was clear he was somewhat rejecting Xiaoying. After waking up, he seemed to have figured something out, and his attitude towards Xiaoying seemed to have returned to what it was before anything happened.

"Dad, you've just recovered from a serious illness. It's better if I take care of you for a while, so you don't develop any lasting health problems." Being rejected by her father, Xiaoying seemed used to it and didn't show any embarrassment, just looking at him gently. Since her father's accident, Xiaoying had been constantly worried about his safety. After he woke up, she took even better care of him, without any avoidance or impatience. I could see that Xiaoying had let go of any resentment towards her father; on the contrary, she was more proactive in everything she did for him than before.

Time seemed to stand still. Hearing Xiaoying's words, the father didn't react, but closed his eyes to rest. Xiaoying threw the used tissue into the trash can, then sat by the bed, watching him with gentle love on her face, like a mother to her dearest child. This analogy might be a little inappropriate, but the love in Xiaoying's eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Seeing her father pretending to sleep, a smile flickered in Xiaoying's eyes. At this moment, she didn't show any dissatisfaction with her father's indifference, but rather a sense of comfort. Time slowly stood still. It seemed as if Xiaoying hadn't left the room. The father, resting with his eyes closed, seemed somewhat at a loss, and a little nervous. His breathing began to quicken, and his hands clenched tightly, unsure of what to do.

Watching the two of them in silence, I had already discerned how they had interacted in the hospital since my father woke up. I believed they hadn't discussed any private matters during the day in the hospital; they were probably just communicating normally, and my father seemed to be maintaining a proper distance from Xiaoying after waking up. Did my father hear Xiaoying's confession to him while he was in a coma? This is a question I've always wondered. Perhaps Xiaoying didn't know either. I felt my father seemed to be avoiding Xiaoying, and Xiaoying seemed to sense something as well. I believe my father must have heard Xiaoying's confession while he was in a coma, even if he didn't hear everything… Gradually, a trace of guilt flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, as if she hadn't stopped thinking while I was pondering this. Xiaoying's eyes were filled with guilt and love as she reached out and gently took my father's hand. The gesture was so gentle yet firm. My father's hand trembled slightly when Xiaoying touched it, but he didn't pull away, letting Xiaoying hold his hand.

My father's breathing became more and more rapid, but he didn't open his eyes, as if he were truly asleep. Xiaoying's other hand slowly reached towards my father's cheek, and after reaching his cheek, she began to gently stroke his hair. The emotions in her eyes were complex, like the love for a child, and also like the tenderness for a lover.

The father trembled slightly, his other hand, which Xiaoying wasn't holding, gripping the sheets tightly, as if he were enduring something, but he made no move to stop her, letting Xiaoying "caress" him.

"Dad, we haven't had a deep conversation while we've been in the hospital. I really want to ask you something now, please stop pretending to be asleep, okay? Let's talk this over." Xiaoying withdrew her hand from her father's head, still holding his hand tightly in her other hand, and spoke calmly to him, also pointing out that he was pretending to be asleep.

"What is it?" After a moment of silence, the father realized he couldn't keep up the act any longer and opened his mouth, but still didn't open his eyes.

"Before you woke up, did you feel anything? Did you hear what I said to you?" Xiaoying seemed unwilling to avoid anything anymore, and showed no embarrassment. It seemed that the moment she confessed to her father, she had already made a decision and preparation, and it seemed that she had been planning to ask him this question for a long time.

Hearing Xiaoying's question, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed my deduction was correct. Xiaoying and my father hadn't had any deep conversations behind my back while at the hospital. Taking advantage of the opportunity to go home, Xiaoying was preparing to have a "confrontation" with my father while he was "conscious."

"Ah...what...you mean before I woke up? Oh...I...I didn't feel anything...I just felt like...how should I put it? Like I was sleeping...yes...like I was sleeping, and then I woke up without feeling anything...really, did you say anything to me?" Startled by Xiaoying's sudden question, my father abruptly opened his closed eyes. His body swayed violently at first, and I could clearly feel his panic on the monitor. Then, he began to stammer and incoherently explain, clearly showing his guilt and insincerity.

Sigh...my father is too honest. He didn't know how to lie to Xiaoying and was caught off guard. Anyone with eyes could see that he wasn't telling the truth.

"You really didn't feel anything or hear me?" Seeing her father's expression, Xiaoying's face flashed with understanding, while her eyes gleamed with cunning as she pressed him for an answer.

"Really...really nothing..." Her father darted back and forth, unable to meet Xiaoying's gaze; his eyes were unfocused—a clear sign of a liar.

Receiving another insincere answer from her father, Xiaoying seemed a little annoyed. She angrily released her grip on her father's hand, using both hands to turn his head so his face was against hers. She leaned forward, pressing her beautiful face close to his, their noses almost touching. Her father was startled by Xiaoying's sudden action, offering no resistance or refusal, letting her turn his head, his eyes filled with panic as he looked at her, somewhat bewildered.

"Look me in the eyes. Didn't you really hear what I said? Didn't you feel anything?" Xiaoying's voice was like a mesmerizing whisper, echoing in my father's and my ears...

Chapter 97: The Showdown.

Xiaoying looked directly at my father, their faces so close that I was sure he could feel her breath and smell her sweet fragrance. My father's gaze was still darting away, perhaps he too sensed a special magic in Xiaoying's eyes; once you met her gaze, you would uncontrollably reveal all your innermost thoughts to her.

Sitting in front of the computer, seeing Xiaoying's stern and mesmerizing gaze, I couldn't help but tremble. It felt as if not only my father was being hypnotized, but I, far away at the company, was too. Why hadn't I noticed this serious side of Xiaoying before? Only since my relationship with my father began did I realize that I hadn't fully understood Xiaoying before; there were so many other sides of her I didn't know.

"If Father were to suddenly lean forward right now, could he strike Xiaoying's lips?" For some reason, such an absurd thought popped into my head.

"Answer me...look into my eyes," Xiaoying's voice interrupted my "daydreams" again. Seemingly not hearing my father's answer, Xiaoying asked again, her tone stern.

"Ah, I only heard...heard...a small part..." Sensing Xiaoying's annoyance and sternness, Father finally gave in and obediently admitted it. At this moment, Father was somewhat nervous from Xiaoying's questioning; his breathing became rapid, and his breath even blew Xiaoying's bangs up.

"Then why have you been avoiding me these past two days? And avoiding me? Haven't I done enough?" Hearing Father's affirmative answer, Xiaoying seemed relieved, as if she wouldn't have to repeat herself. If Father had answered no, would Xiaoying have repeated those words for him? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill, because I had just inadvertently reopened a deep wound in my heart.

Xiaoying gently placed her father's head back in its original position, carefully adjusted the pillow, and smoothed the white hair she had just ruffled. The annoyance on her face had vanished; it was clear that her earlier anger had been feigned.

"I...I...um..." Her father stammered, unable to find the right words as Xiaoying tidied his pillow and hair. Seeing her father's anxious expression, a flicker of pity flashed in Xiaoying's eyes—an emotion she rarely displayed. Seeing her father wanting to say something but unable to, Xiaoying covered his mouth with her hand.

"Dad, I told you everything I needed to say before you woke up. I don't know how much you heard, or perhaps you were actually aware of everything around you while you were unconscious, but I'm telling you again so you won't be unsure or think you're dreaming, right?" Xiaoying removed her hand from her father's mouth, sat up straight, and looked at him with concern. Her father didn't answer, his face showing hesitation and conflict.

Before, Father was more proactive, but after this incident, he's been running away. After surviving a life-or-death experience, is he still so irrational? If I hadn't been there, would Xiaoying and Father have ended up together?

"Dad, after this incident, I've thought a lot. I don't want to say anything more. You just need to know that I understand you, I know what you want, what you worry about, and so on. To be honest, this time we almost faced death, almost being separated forever. I've thought a lot about it. Don't be so irrational anymore, and I won't hurt you again. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Except for leaving Jincheng to marry you, I can satisfy you..." Xiaoying's emotions were completely different when she said these words compared to when she said them in the hospital. In the hospital, Xiaoying was only anxious, even incoherent in her efforts to wake her father. Moreover, since her father was unconscious at the time, she could speak freely without directly facing him. But when she actually reaffirmed her promise to her father in person, Xiaoying still revealed a woman's unique shyness, and of course, a hint of helplessness. If her father hadn't had this accident, perhaps she wouldn't have agreed to this illicit relationship with him.

"Xiaoying, no, no, I never thought of letting you leave Jincheng, and I never thought of marrying you. I really never thought that way. You being with me... I'm already very satisfied. My conscience is already uneasy... I... I... I..." Hearing Xiaoying say that, her father hurriedly tried to get up and explain, sweating profusely... Sitting in front of the computer, I felt a pang of pity. Xiaoying's intention was to completely open her father's heart, to let him open up and not keep things bottled up inside. But she couldn't force things. Her father hadn't fully recovered yet. Would pushing him too hard cause something unexpected? At that moment, I even considered calling Xiaoying, "unintentionally" interrupting their conversation... "Dad, don't worry, I understand. Perhaps it was all fate. Let's just consider it another kind of destiny. What's done is done; can we go back to the past by avoiding it? You've already..." Xiaoying sighed at the end. Although that night was still vivid in her memory, it was also the night she completely lost her last sanctuary, betraying her love and fidelity, making her feel sorry for her husband, and almost causing her mental breakdown. Perhaps sensing the somber atmosphere, Xiaoying suddenly

laughed, "giggle, giggle." Her laughter was natural and carefree, as if she had truly emerged from the shadow of that incident. However, as she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes. I don't know if it was because she was laughing too wildly, or because she still felt a final pang of guilt and heartache.

After her father "came back to life," Xiaoying had always appeared very happy. After all, nothing could be more joyful than her father waking up. However, facing her now-awake father, Xiaoying felt conflicted and torn, remembering her promise and her husband.

But after everything they'd been through, Xiaoying's resentment towards her father was almost gone. His actions had touched her heart and broken down her defenses. And he shouldn't bear all the blame alone. Xiaoying was a kind woman; how could she not understand what her father had done? Even a cold heart would be completely melted by his actions, and besides, she had unintentionally given them a "get-out-of-jail-free card."

"Alright, Dad, there's plenty of time in the future. Take good care of yourself. We'll talk about the future later." Xiaoying stopped laughing, turned her back to her father, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked out of the room with a smile, carrying a bowl. Her father was left alone, lying on the bed, still reeling from what had just happened. His face showed disbelief and confusion, and finally, all his bewilderment turned into a deep sigh. I know his "rebirth" was unexpected. He thought he could finally be free, but he never imagined that the King of Hell wouldn't take him. My father, reborn, will also be caught in a deep dilemma, unsure of what to choose and what to give up.

On one hand, he loves Xiaoying very much; he would die for her, which shows how much he loves her. On the other hand, he loves me very much too. From childhood to adulthood, he has sacrificed so much for me that words cannot express it. How should he choose between these two things?

Xiaoying started clearing the dishes in the kitchen, then started tidying the living room. About an hour had passed; it was already past 3 PM. Xiaoying should be preparing dinner for me soon.

The office was still quiet, a rare tranquility for me. I stared at the now-calm surveillance footage, lost in thought. Xiaoying and her father had confronted each other; Xiaoying had taken the initiative, while her father had been passive. Although their conversation was simple and brief, its content encapsulated the essence of their current relationship.

To be honest, I'd been avoiding my own feelings lately. I couldn't bring myself to touch the wounds left by that night. I'd tried desperately to avoid recalling what happened at the hospital that night, especially Xiaoying's words to her father. I didn't know how much of what Xiaoying said was genuine, and how much was a lie told to wake her father up. However, there's one thing: when Xiaoying and I had sex during our trip, she thought of her father during her orgasms. I'm certain of this now because our sex life was always the same, almost devoid of novelty, and the duration and intensity were similar. But while Xiaoying would sometimes orgasm, most of the time she wouldn't. It's predictable that those few orgasms were thanks to her father… One thing Xiaoying said back then remains vivid in my memory: "Actually, if you had just waited a little longer… I thought about it every day, encouraged myself, and even decided to give in. If you had just waited a little longer, I believed I wouldn't have been able to resist and would have given in on my own…" Was that really the truth? I thought that if I hadn't drugged her, Xiaoying would have remained resistant and unable to make a breakthrough. At this point, I realized I couldn't accurately judge Xiaoying's feelings. What would the story have ended like if I hadn't drugged her? Unfortunately, time can't be turned back. To make myself feel better, I'll "temporarily" consider those words lies.

Should I give Xiaoying and her father another chance? Although I had planned to completely let go of my feelings and stop feeling bitterness and jealousy when my father was in a coma, would I really be able to control myself when facing him again? That suppressed thrill, that alternating mix of excitement and heartache—wasn't that what excited me?

Well, my father has woken up. My biggest wish during this time has been fulfilled. Let this be a congratulatory gift for his recovery. While he recovers physically, let Xiaoying also provide some emotional support.

I decided to create another opportunity for Xiaoying and my father. But how? Suddenly, a thought struck me: why not tonight? Strike while the iron is hot, while Xiaoying has just confronted my father, while she is resolute and he is still hesitant. But will it work? Let's give it a try. With mixed feelings of excitement, I took out my phone and dialed Xiaoying's number... "Honey, what's wrong?" Looking at Xiaoying on the screen, I put down the cleaning towel I was holding and answered the phone, smoothing my bangs with my other slender hand.

"I have to work overtime at the office tonight, so I won't be staying over. I accumulated a lot of work while Dad was sick, and now that he's recovered and home, I'm going to finish it all. You take good care of Dad at home, and call me anytime if you need anything." My tone wasn't as carefree as I'd imagined, but I tried to remain calm. However, the trembling phone told me how conflicted I was.

"Working overtime tonight? Uh... okay, get some rest early, don't work too late. Do you want me to bring you some food? I was planning to make your favorite pickled fish tonight." Xiaoying was a little surprised when she heard I had to work overtime. Normally, it's fine for me to work overtime, but tonight's situation seemed a bit too "coincidental," which surprised her. However, she quickly realized what I meant and didn't forget to ask how I was doing.

"No need to bring food. I'm not the only one working overtime tonight. I'm going out to eat with my colleagues later. I have to get going now, bye-bye, darling." I didn't want to continue talking to Xiaoying. Since we'd already made up our minds, there was no need to drag things out. Hearing Xiaoying's caring words again might make me reluctant to leave and ruin tonight's plans.

"Okay, honey, bye-bye, mwah..." After her father recovered, Xiaoying's mental state had returned to normal, even better than before. She didn't forget to tease me at the end to express her affection.

After hanging up the phone, my gaze was fixed on the computer screen. What would happen tonight? If nothing happened tonight, wouldn't all this time spent sitting on the sidelines have been for nothing? I kept my eyes glued to the monitor screen, observing Xiaoying's expression. I wasn't home tonight; would she be happy and excited about such a good opportunity?

After hanging up the phone, Xiaoying didn't show any happiness. She sighed slightly, perhaps because tonight's family gathering was ruined. Xiaoying continued tidying the room, muttering something to herself. As she tidied, her gaze inadvertently swept over her father's bedroom. Suddenly, her eyes froze, fixed on the door. Something seemed to be on her mind. She stood there in the living room, her expression shifting, her eyes filled with hesitation and a hint of anticipation that lingered for a long time…

Chapter 098

Seeing Xiaoying's hesitant and constantly changing expression, I knew that something might really happen tonight. I was starting to look forward to tonight more and more, although I still couldn't face it too calmly. After hesitating for a while, Xiaoying shook her head, her long hair tossing slightly, as if trying to shake away the chaotic thoughts that had just been swirling in her mind. Afterwards, Xiaoying continued tidying the room… I watched Xiaoying continue her housework, nothing else happened, I temporarily turned off the computer monitor, rubbed my tense face, took a deep breath, and continued with my work. However, my mind kept wandering to what would happen that night, constantly interrupting my train of thought.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to leave work. My colleagues said goodbye and went home. The office corridor echoed with their cheerful laughter; everyone felt the same way, only truly relaxed at the end of the workday. They talked about what to eat, whether to go for a walk in the square, and so on. Watching my colleagues' departing figures, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. Tonight, I was alone in the office again.

In less than half an hour, I was the only one left in the entire office building, everything around me quiet. I patted my empty stomach, deciding not to let myself suffer too much. I planned to go out for something to eat, but I was afraid of missing out on something, so I called "City Runner" and asked them to buy me a bowl of mala tang (spicy hot pot). It had been a long time since I'd had this "junk food." Actually, I quite like mala tang, but Xiaoying always forbids me from eating it because of my health. Today, I suddenly wanted some, just to satisfy that "fiery" craving.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the mala tang arrived. I turned on the home security camera and ate the mala tang while watching the footage. The scalding heat and spiciness of the mala tang spread from my mouth throughout my body, making my mouth and heart burn. At that moment, Xiaoying was cooking nutritious porridge for her father, who sat quietly on the sofa watching TV. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and her father would hurriedly look away. Xiaoying, on the other hand, seemed more at ease with her father.

The meal was ready. Xiaoying ladled out a bowl of porridge and carried it to the living room, intending to continue feeding her father. She scooped some porridge with a spoon, then gently blew on it, the fragrant breath cooling the piping hot, nutritious porridge. Then she brought the spoon to her father's lips.

"No, Xiaoying, let me do it myself this time. I feel like I've become a patient, always being fed by you..." her father said awkwardly. Nights like this, just the two of them, hadn't been this long. He nervously took the bowl from Xiaoying, almost spilling the porridge in his nervousness.

"You're a patient, okay? You can eat by yourself. I'll eat something too." Xiaoying smiled and let her father take the bowl from her hand.

Xiaoying went to the kitchen and served herself a bowl of porridge. Then she sat on the sofa with her father, and the two ate quietly while watching TV. However, they both seemed to be preoccupied with their own thoughts, their eyes seemingly focused on each other. Perhaps her father sensed what might happen tonight; he was probably "afraid," but also a little expectant.

Watching the two eating their nutritious porridge, and then looking at the "junk food" in front of him, he thought he had intended to treat himself, but he still couldn't compete with his family. "I should have ordered something else," his childish competitive spirit resurfaced.

Perhaps sensing that tonight would be unsettling, or perhaps not wanting Xiaoying's "scheme" to succeed, after finishing his porridge, her father wiped his mouth and got up.

"Xiaoying, take your time eating. I'm tired, I'm going to rest now. You should go to sleep early too..." After getting up, her father said this and walked towards his bedroom with somewhat hurried steps without waiting for Xiaoying's reply. It was clear that her father was still trying to avoid the situation. If he were calm, his steps wouldn't be so hurried

and unsteady. Xiaoying softly hummed in agreement, not looking at her father, but continuing to eat her porridge while staring at the TV. Only after her father entered the bedroom did Xiaoying turn her head to look at the door, a hint of mockery and a wry smile flashing in her eyes. Perhaps her father's "cowardly" appearance amused her, after all, he was displaying a cowardice completely out of character for his age.

After finishing her meal, Xiaoying tidied up the kitchen briefly, as the house had been cleaned in the afternoon. After cleaning the kitchen, she returned to her bedroom. Was Xiaoying really going to rest like this? No, after so many times, I knew that many "unexpected situations" often arose between Xiaoying and her father.

The living room lights were off. After returning to his bedroom, the father lay quietly on the bed, trying to control his breathing until it became even. He closed his eyes to rest, but kept glancing at his bedroom door. Was he afraid Xiaoying would suddenly come in, or was he looking forward to it? His expression was conflicted, a mixture of fear and anticipation. Given his current state, he was certain that if Xiaoying didn't take the initiative tonight, he would never seek her out.

Xiaoying returned to her bedroom and prepared to change into her pajamas, but she stopped after unbuckling her belt. She withdrew her hand, turned, took a towel from the closet, and went to the bathroom. Was she going to give her father a proper bath tonight? To provide him with a clean body? The father, who had his eyes closed in the bedroom, heard Xiaoying open the door and abruptly opened his eyes, staring intently at the door. His tension was written all over his face, along with a hint of panic. After so many times, it seemed only Xiaoying could make this middle-aged father so tense and flustered. Finally, after hearing Xiaoying enter the bathroom, her father breathed a sigh of relief. He then lay sprawled on the bed, his expression relaxed, as if he had just experienced something thrilling... After Xiaoying entered the bathroom, she took off her clothes, revealing her captivating body. Her full, rounded 34D breasts showed no signs of sagging, the pink nipples standing proudly at their peaks. She had a slender waist, a sparse patch of black hair between her legs, full, pink breasts, a pert, perfectly curved, snow-white bottom, and long, straight legs... Xiaoying turned on the shower, and water gushed out, flowing down her long hair and slowly down to her delicate feet. She tilted her head back, letting the shower spray over her face, seemingly trying to clear her mind, allowing the water to wash over her. I believe that Xiaoying's heart was far from calm at that moment. After letting the shower spray over her for a while, Xiaoying gently cleansed every inch of her skin—her hair, neck, cheeks, then her breasts, slowly sliding down to her pubic area… After washing, Xiaoying dried herself off and stood in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, not immediately leaving the room. Looking at her incredibly sexy naked body in the mirror, she seemed quite narcissistic. After admiring herself in the mirror for a while, she began to playfully strike poses, each one so professional. Watching Xiaoying constantly changing model poses on the monitor, my lower body involuntarily hardened. Xiaoying works at a clothing design company and often needs to try on her own designs, so modeling is a piece of cake for her; she already possesses an angelic face and a devilish figure.

Looking at Xiaoying on the monitor, I felt a surge of pride. After all, anyone who marries a wife so outstanding in both character and appearance would be proud. Tonight, this alluring body might be enjoyed by my father. The image of him on top of Xiaoying's naked body, his thick penis thrusting repeatedly into her vagina flashed through my mind… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of pain and sorrow. After my father's incident, I thought I was immune, but this complex feeling still unwelcomely welled up inside me. People are selfish; who would willingly share their most cherished possessions unless absolutely necessary? Especially one's beloved wife. Under normal circumstances, a wife is unique to a man.

Xiaoying, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom. She stood at the doorway and turned off the light. Then, as she turned to return to her bedroom, she suddenly stopped. She glanced slightly at her father's bedroom door, then looked down at her towel-wrapped body. She pressed her hand to her forehead, seemingly deep in thought, making a decision. After a long while, she rubbed her temples and slowly returned to her bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, Xiaoying untied her bath towel and prepared to change into her nightgown. However, this time, the nightgown she took out wasn't the usual emerald green one, but a newly bought pink one. Compared to the emerald green nightgown, this one was slightly sexier. Although still relatively conservative, it still inadvertently revealed Xiaoying's deep cleavage occasionally. The hem of the nightgown was also shorter than before; the original nightgown's hem went past her knees, while this one reached just above her knees, fully exposing Xiaoying's long, slender, white legs to onlookers.

I didn't even know when she bought this nightgown. The key point is that I usually don't care what clothes Xiaoying buys for herself; she even takes care of my own clothes. She knows my size better than I do, and the clothes she buys are almost never ill-fitting. Xiaoying is truly a fashion designer; the outfits she buys for me perfectly highlight my masculine charm.

After changing into her nightgown, Xiaoying glanced down at her body, examining it closely. Finally, she nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the outfit. Then, Xiaoying turned to leave the bedroom. Seeing this, my heart skipped a beat. Was Xiaoying going to her father's bedroom? But just as Xiaoying reached the door, she suddenly stopped. Her hand rested on the doorknob, her eyes filled with hesitation. Her slender hands nervously kneaded her loose hair, her lower teeth biting her upper lip. Xiaoying was always like this—biting her lower lip when she felt good, biting her upper lip when she was conflicted. From this detail, one could roughly discern Xiaoying's inner thoughts.

Although Xiaoying had made her decision and preparations, she still hesitated when it came to actually doing it. This is a normal human reaction; when you actually try to realize something you've fantasized about, you'll find that your feelings are very different from what you imagined.

Xiaoying was still hesitating. At that moment, two different voices were arguing in my heart. One voice hoped that Xiaoying would go to her father's room and make love with him. This voice came from my cuckoldry fantasies. The other voice, however, hoped that Xiaoying would stay in her room and not go to her father's room. This voice came from my normal ethics and reluctance.

Finally, to my mixed relief and disappointment, Xiaoying released her hand from the doorknob, then turned and quietly returned to the bed, lying down. The hesitation in her eyes hadn't faded. In the two monitor feeds, my father and Xiaoying were each lying in their own bedrooms, neither asleep, seemingly trying to calm themselves, occasionally glancing at their respective doors… After tossing and turning for a while, Xiaoying opened her eyes and gently touched the sheets on our bed. It was then that I noticed the sheets had been changed—the very sheets and covers from the night Xiaoying and my father had been intimate in our bedroom, stained with his semen and Xiaoying's vaginal fluids. Xiaoying had changed them today; was there some deeper meaning? Was it a way of remembering?

After a while, Xiaoying began to lie on the sheets, seemingly sniffing something. Was she searching for traces and scents left from that night? A flicker of confusion and reminiscence crossed Xiaoying's eyes, which gradually transformed into desire, and her face began to flush… "Countless nights, I've longed for that night's feeling, thinking about the night you forced yourself on me. I masturbate, and it's easy for me to reach orgasm. After all, after that time with you, I experienced feelings I'd never felt before. Just thinking about those things makes me incredibly aroused." At this moment, I remembered what Xiaoying had said to her father that night. At first, I wasn't sure if it was true, but now it seemed that Xiaoying's words were her true feelings, that they were real.

At this moment, Xiaoying, following the marks on the sheets, must have been recalling that night's scene again, and as she remembered that night, she finally began to feel aroused…

Chapter 099 Cannon

As time passed, Xiaoying's breathing became more and more rapid as she lay on the bed. Finally, she straightened her body and lay on her back, closing her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, with only her slowly reddening cheeks and increasingly rapid breathing remaining. Slowly, Xiaoying reached into her panties and began to gently rub them. Her other hand slowly moved upwards, rubbing her breasts

through her nightgown… “Oh…” A soft moan escaped Xiaoying’s lips; she must have been fantasizing about her father masturbating. As she masturbated, Xiaoying gently twisted her body, her legs involuntarily rubbing and clamping together. After a few minutes, perhaps realizing she couldn’t reach orgasm through masturbation, she opened her eyes, stopped, and slowly withdrew her hands. The hand that was now down there reflected a fluorescent light; it must have been covered in Xiaoying’s vaginal fluid. Xiaoying sighed softly and wiped her hands with a tissue. Then she sat up, hugging her knees, resting her chin on them, lost in thought.

A moment later, Xiaoying turned her head and stared at our wedding photo. She remained in a knee-hugging position, staring blankly at it. Finally, she gently got up and came to the wedding photo. She looked at me in the photo with love and reached out to gently touch me in the photo, as if she were comforting the real me.

"Husband, I've been so conflicted. Two completely opposite thoughts are tormenting me, and I don't know what to choose. But I know I can endure it for a while, but not forever. No matter what Xiaoying does, you just need to remember that I won't be completely controlled by desire. I will always love you, and I will never leave you. I can give him sex, but I will never give him love. My love will always belong to you, and I will always love you..." After Xiaoying finished speaking, she gently kissed the photo, glanced at the wedding picture one last time, as if saying goodbye to me in the photo. Then, Xiaoying turned and slowly walked towards the bedroom door, opened it, and left our bedroom...

She gave my father sex, but gave me love. Xiaoying's two sentences kept echoing in my ears. Although she used the term "he" in her words, I knew that "he" referred to my father. She deliberately avoided the terms "father" and "father-in-law." It seemed that Xiaoying was trying to avoid this forbidden ethical relationship and reduce her inner guilt. Could Xiaoying completely separate "sex" and "love"? In the past, I would have believed her, but after the night she confessed her feelings to my father, should I believe everything she said?

I quickly checked the security cameras in my father's bedroom and living room. My father was lying in his bedroom with his eyes closed. When he heard Xiaoying walk out of the bedroom, his eyes snapped open, and he looked towards the bedroom door—this had happened before. As Xiaoying's footsteps drew closer, his mouth gaped open. Perhaps because Xiaoying's footsteps were getting closer, my father quickly lay back and closed his eyes again, seemingly praying that Xiaoying's destination wasn't his bedroom.

Xiaoying walked towards my father's bedroom, as always, very slowly, one hand on her cheek, as if feeling her rising body temperature due to nervousness. Reaching the bedroom door, Xiaoying gently grasped the doorknob. She paused briefly, took a deep breath, and then pressed the doorknob down. "Click," a very soft sound, but the bedroom door opened.

The lights in my father's bedroom were off, with only the streetlight filtering through the curtains. Although the light was very dim, it was still enough to see everything clearly, especially since my surveillance equipment had a night mode. My father was still lying quietly on the bed; he didn't open his eyes after Xiaoying came in, as if he were truly asleep.

Seeing my father's state, Xiaoying didn't make a sound, then turned and gently closed the door. The door closed again, and the entire bedroom fell silent, broken only by the uneven breathing of the two of them. After standing there for about a minute, Xiaoying, wearing a nightgown, walked to my father's bedside. She looked at him in the light streaming in from outside, and I believe she knew he was pretending to be asleep, but she didn't call him out on it. My father was wearing that old-fashioned nightgown, loosely draped over his shoulders.

"Xiaoying, Dad hasn't fully recovered yet. You have to be gentle with him later." For some reason, I suddenly wanted to say this to Xiaoying. My father wasn't fully recovered; would sex even kill him? Was it too hasty to give them an opportunity tonight…?

Xiaoying's gaze began to sweep over her father, from head to toe, like a sexually frustrated woman inspecting her newly bought "inflatable male doll." At this moment, Xiaoying was probably thinking about how to "begin."

Slowly, Xiaoying's gaze settled on her father's head. Then, she reached out her trembling hand and touched his head, instead of going straight for the point. Xiaoying's hand finally touched her father's cheek. She gently stroked her father's aged face a few times. Perhaps she had stroked her father like this countless times while he was unconscious. After stroking him for a while, Xiaoying's hands slowly moved downwards, finally resting on her father's pajamas. She began to gently caress his chest through the fabric. Perhaps emboldened by her father's feigned sleep, Xiaoying began to slowly unbutton his pajamas, one button at a time. There were only so many buttons on his pajamas, and slowly, all the buttons were gently undone. During this process, her father made no movement; only his uneven breathing revealed his tense and unsettled state. With

the pajamas unbuttoned, Xiaoying gently pulled them aside, revealing her father's wrinkled, dark chest. Xiaoying stared intently at the wrinkles on her father's chest, her eyes revealing a strange desire. I've always suspected that Xiaoying might have a "gerontophilia" tendency, a particular fondness for older people, their white hair and wrinkles. The aged features of the elderly often ignite their desires, much like foot fetishes or fetishes for uniforms.

This time, Xiaoying didn't hide the desire in her eyes. She greedily stared at her father's chest, and after parting his pajamas to the sides, she immediately reached out and gently began to caress his chest. Her hand trembled slightly, her caresses were very light and gentle, and it was clear that she couldn't calm her excitement.

"Mmm..." Xiaoying seemed to have completely let go at this moment, stroking her father's chest, closing her eyes and letting out a soft, pleasant moan. She was focused on the sensation of her father's wrinkled chest, her hands moving back and forth across his broad chest.

Perhaps Xiaoying's touch tickled her father; he clenched his fists tightly, but didn't resist or utter a sound. After caressing him for a while, Xiaoying opened her eyes, glanced at her father who was still pretending to be asleep, gently bit her lower lip, and then her hand began to move down, across her father's abdomen, finally reaching his penis. Upon touching his penis, Xiaoying recoiled as if electrocuted, quickly pulling her hand back, then taking a few rapid breaths. She clasped her hands together, trying to calm her nerves. About half a minute later, Xiaoying reached out again and gently covered her father's penis, beginning to lightly stroke its outline through his pajama bottoms. The pressure of stroking his penis was noticeably less than when stroking his chest; after all, a man's penis is quite delicate, and even slight pressure can cause him severe pain. From this detail, it's clear that Xiaoying is very considerate and gentle with her father.

The moment Xiaoying's hands touched her father's penis, her father, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly shuddered, and the shudder was quite noticeable. His hands clenched tightly, and a fleeting twist crossed his face, but ultimately he made no other move, continuing to quietly endure Xiaoying's special "torture."

"Let's see how long you can endure this," Xiaoying said, a hint of desire and a faint smile playing on her lips. She had clearly noticed her father's trembling body and knew that he was trying his best to endure the stimulation, which made Xiaoying, who was equally tense at the same time, find it quite amusing. Xiaoying continued to gently stroke her father's penis, the outline beneath his pajama bottoms growing larger. Stimulated by Xiaoying, his penis had uncontrollably become erect. She remembered a time in the bathroom when his erection was so large that she couldn't put his underwear on, and she had to help him "resolve" it to make it completely soft. Learning from that experience, Xiaoying knew that if her father's penis was fully erect, she might not be able to remove his pajama bottoms and underwear.

After a while, Xiaoying stopped stroking his penis and moved her hands to his hips, carefully hooking them onto the sides of his pajama bottoms. The intention was obvious: she was going to pull down his pajama bottoms. But just as her hands gripped his bottoms and she was about to pull them down forcefully, her father, who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly grabbed Xiaoying's hands, preventing her from removing his pajama bottoms and underwear. It seemed he had finally lost his temper.

Her father's eyes remained closed, but his hand stopped Xiaoying's next move. Was he unsure how to face her? This action of stopping her seemed to be a subconscious, natural reaction. Xiaoying was startled by her father's sudden intervention, and the two were momentarily frozen in place. Her father's sudden stop didn't leave her stunned for long. After a slight pause, a look of understanding flashed across her face, and she began to subtly try to break free from her father's grasp. However, her father's seemingly unintentional resistance was resolute, and after a few attempts, Xiaoying still couldn't free herself.

"Dad, you're sleeping now, you're in a deep sleep, you're not awake, everything you're experiencing is a dream..." Perhaps realizing that brute force wouldn't work, Xiaoying gently pressed her lips to her father's ear, uttering words that sounded like a whispered spell. Each word softly reached her father's ears, and as if hypnotized, he slowly released his hands, letting them hang naturally at his sides, no longer trying to stop Xiaoying, allowing her to do as she pleased.

Could Xiaoying be a hypnotist? At this moment, I had to admire Xiaoying's charm; she could actually make my father so obedient with just words. Freed from her father's restraint, Xiaoying took a deep breath and gently began to pull down his pajama bottoms.

His pajama bottoms and underwear were slowly pulled down, revealing his pubic hair first. Only then did I realize that Xiaoying had skipped the pajama bottoms and directly hooked onto the innermost underwear, pulling both down together. Was Xiaoying impatient? Or did she find it too tiring and time-consuming to remove them separately?

When my father's pubic hair was revealed, the bottom edges of his pajama bottoms and underwear reached his buttocks. Since he was lying on his back, his buttocks were one of his weight-bearing points on the bed. Xiaoying encountered her first obstacle: due to her father's weight, she couldn't continue pulling them down. Xiaoying tried several times gently, but still couldn't get it off. At this point, Xiaoying seemed a little anxious. She had finally mustered the determination and courage to do all this, but unexpectedly encountered one "setback" after another. Xiaoying hooked her father's underwear and gently shook him, seemingly asking him to cooperate.

Finally, after "sleeping" with his eyes closed for a while, her father sighed and slightly raised his buttocks. Taking advantage of this rare "opportunity," Xiaoying successfully overcame this obstacle and continued to pull off her father's pajama bottoms and underwear. Slowly, after her father's pubic hair was revealed, his vibrant penis was finally exposed. At this moment, her father's penis was already semi-erect. Although the insufficient blood flow to the corpora cavernosa prevented the penis from fully erect, it still bounced upwards for a moment as it was freed from the underwear's restraint. After swaying a few times, it slowly fell down, remaining at an angle against his hips, like a powerful cannon pointing at its target, ready to fire.

Perhaps out of embarrassment, her father clenched his fists tightly, sweat beading on his forehead. After all, his most private parts were now completely exposed to Xiaoying. This scene was so similar to the night Xiaoying first saw her father's penis. Xiaoying had finally managed to pull off her father's pajama bottoms and underwear by his ankles. Now, apart from his undone pajamas, her father was completely naked, his "220mm howitzer" standing out conspicuously between his legs…

Chapter 100 Devouring

Xiaoying gently placed her father's pajama bottoms and underwear on the bedside table, then began to admire that "murderous" male weapon. Not long ago, Xiaoying had been bombarded and conquered by this powerful "weapon." As Xiaoying looked at her father's penis, she kept recalling something, her face alternating between red and white, hot and cold. Perhaps because too much time had passed, and her father's penis, no longer stimulated by Xiaoying, or perhaps due to the tension from her constant gaze, began to slowly lower, reducing its range of motion. Her father's body hadn't fully recovered; could his sexual function have also failed to return to normal? Hopefully, his sexual function hadn't been affected.

After a moment's thought, seeing her father's penis showing signs of softening, Xiaoying didn't hesitate any longer. She quickly and gently grasped his penis, then began to gently stroke and caress it, her manicured fingers lightly brushing against the glans. Slowly, under Xiaoying's gentle caresses and teasing, her father's penis finally began to erect again, growing larger and larger. Slowly

, Xiaoying lowered her head. At this moment, watching from the computer, I couldn't help but wonder: was Xiaoying going to smell it next? Or would she give her father oral sex directly? My first guess was correct. Xiaoying lowered her head, pressing her nose against her father's glans, and began to gently inhale the scent, seemingly receiving a baptism of male hormones. At this moment, Xiaoying seemed to really miss this smell. With her eyes closed, she breathed heavily, inhaling the aroma of her father's penis with a sense of enjoyment and ecstasy. Her father was still pretending to be asleep, motionless. At this moment, he was like a male concubine or gigolo without any agency, only able to be caressed and teased by his mistress.

Gradually, Xiaoying seemed no longer satisfied with just smelling. She opened her eyes, looking at her father's penis, which was slowly reaching its limit of erection. She licked her lips, then stuck out her small tongue, the tip of which tentatively touched the urethral opening of her father's glans...

The father's face, feigning sleep, began to contort, but he remained motionless, as if truly controlled by Xiaoying's hypnotic voice, oblivious to everything around him. He was in a deep sleep, unaware of anything outside…

After a few tentative licks, Xiaoying began gently and continuously licking her father's glans. His glans had already secreted a clear, sticky fluid, and Xiaoying's tongue inevitably came into direct contact with it. However, Xiaoying seemed unperturbed; after lightly touching her father's glans with her tongue, she lifted it, revealing a glistening thread connecting her tongue, now coated in the fluid, to the glans.

Xiaoying withdrew her tongue, pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and carefully savored the taste of her father's fluid, a look of ecstasy on her face. After carefully tasting her father's fluid, perhaps finding the taste unpleasant, or perhaps even liking it, Xiaoying lowered her head again, opened her eyes, and continued licking her father's glans, collecting the newly secreted fluid and savoring it once more.

How much lubrication does Father produce? If he keeps secreting like this, won't he get dehydrated if Xiaoying tastes it? Xiaoying didn't even bother to give him any water beforehand…

After licking the urethral opening a few times, Xiaoying started licking along Father's coronal sulcus, carefully “cleaning” his penis. After Xiaoying's repeated “tastings,” Father's penis slowly reached its limit, his 22-centimeter thick penis reappearing in the world.

“Dad hasn't washed his penis yet.” At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Father's penis hadn't been washed at all, and Xiaoying hadn't wiped it with disinfectant wipes before licking it directly, showing no disgust at the dirtiness of Father's penis. This time, Father received the same treatment as me.

“Oh…” Perhaps it was too pleasurable being licked by Xiaoying, Father finally couldn't help but groan, but he stopped as soon as he groaned. He seemed to immediately remember that he should play the role of a “sleeping person,” and he tried hard to control the pleasure coming from his lower body, not letting himself make a sound.

Xiaoying continued licking her father's entire penis, starting from the coronal sulcus and moving downwards, licking the shaft, just like she had done to me during our trip. It must be said, Xiaoying's oral sex skills were getting better and better. She tirelessly licked her father, her tongue constantly moving downwards along his penis. Finally, her tongue reached his testicles. She gently tasted his hairy, black scrotum, smoothing out the folds of skin with her tongue. After a few licks, she occasionally used her lips to gently lift and lower the scrotum.

Xiaoying seemed to really like her father's testicles, savoring them for a long time, reluctant to leave. Perhaps because she knew that a man's testicles were where semen was produced, and that they were key to determining the amount and duration of ejaculation, she lovingly licked his scrotum, stimulating his growing libido.

This imperial treatment was something my father had never experienced before. He could no longer hold back, and finally opened his chapped lips, letting out a groan characteristic of men. At that moment, I couldn't help but admire my father's sexual prowess; he hadn't ejaculated despite being licked by Xiaoying. If it were me, I probably would have already...

After licking my father's scrotum, Xiaoying had "cleaned" his entire penis. Xiaoying's tongue returned to the very top of his penis—the glans. It was clear she was preparing for the next move; perhaps she would take his entire penis into her mouth. No... my father's penis was too long; Xiaoying couldn't take it all in, maybe only halfway.

Seemingly confirming my suspicions, Xiaoying withdrew her tongue and then made a move that surprised me greatly: she swallowed. She actually swallowed the "trophies" her tongue had collected. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming pang of sadness. Perhaps I didn't want my father to experience the same treatment as me; it would be better if he received less than I did, which would make me feel better.

After swallowing my father's "traces," Xiaoying opened her mouth and slowly took his fully erect glans into her mouth. The egg-sized glans slowly disappeared into her mouth. The instant the glans was in Xiaoying's mouth, my father's brows furrowed violently, his upper body heaved upwards, and his hands gripped the sheets tightly. My father hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment in a long time. Even I, watching from the side, could feel the warmth of my own glans.

Xiaoying's gills bulged, highlighting the outline of my father's glans. After Xiaoying took it into her mouth, she tightly closed her cherry-like lips, holding her father's glans firmly. Then, she suddenly lifted her head, forcefully pulling her father's glans upwards from her mouth. When she reached the limit, her father's penis was pulled straight up by her mouth. "Pop!" Just as Xiaoying's head reached its limit, her father's glans was suddenly pulled out of her mouth, making a sound like a bottle cap being suddenly opened. Her father's penis swayed and bounced back and forth, covered in Xiaoying's saliva, and reflecting the faint light from outside.

This time, after Xiaoying let go, there was no shyness or concealment; it seemed that she had completely let go and was enjoying everything. She opened her mouth again and took her father's glans in, beginning to move her head up and down. Half of his penis began to slide in and out of Xiaoying's mouth...

"Slurp... suck... pop..." Xiaoying savored her father's glans and shaft, occasionally pecking at the glans with her lips, lightly licking and kissing it, making various sucking sounds, showing how hard and blissfully she was sucking and tasting. Her father's entire penis had become smooth and shiny, reflecting a fluorescent glow in the alluring night.

The sounds of Xiaoying performing oral sex on her father continued to echo in the room. She breathed rapidly with each swallowing and spitting motion, her breasts hanging in front of her chest appearing so full through her nightgown, trembling up and down with her rapid breathing.

At this moment, I noticed that Xiaoying's legs began to rub together, that gentle friction, I knew Xiaoying was starting to get aroused, she needed a man to penetrate her vagina to satisfy her. About a minute later, Xiaoying was still sucking on her father's penis, while her other hand slowly began to lift her nightgown. When the nightgown was lifted to her waist, it revealed her lace panties. After lifting the nightgown to her waist, Xiaoying then placed her hand on her panties. Xiaoying slowly pulled her panties down, and the speed was faster than before. Sitting in front of the computer, watching Xiaoying pull down her panties, my mouth was wide open, and I was rapidly inhaling and exhaling air. This scene was so familiar, but this time the outcome would be very different from before.

When the panties were pulled down to her feet, Xiaoying lifted her left and right legs respectively, allowing her panties to completely separate from her body. During this process, Xiaoying's oral sex on her father did not stop; she continued to diligently taste and swallow her father's penis. The only difference was that her breathing rate had reached its peak. Xiaoying loosened her grip, and the panties that had slipped off her body fell to the ground. My heart sank to the floor along with Xiaoying's panties.

In the video, Xiaoying's lower body was completely naked; her full, rounded buttocks and the dark forest between her legs were fully exposed to the air. Xiaoying's genitals looked so sexy in the video, and my penis was now fully erect, even painfully hard. Xiaoying slowly raised her legs and climbed onto her father's bed, her mouth still holding his penis. Using her mouth as a center point, she slowly moved her legs, like a compass drawing a quarter circle on her father's bed.

After climbing into her father's bed, Xiaoying opened her eyes. After giving him oral sex for a while, she began to take off her nightgown. Xiaoying's nightgown was a spaghetti strap style; she gently lowered the straps from her shoulders, and the entire nightgown slid down her body to her feet, landing on her father. At this point, Xiaoying was only wearing a bra, completely naked. She then slowly straddled her father's body with her left leg, a position preparing for the woman-on-top position, also known as the "lotus position." The woman-on-top position is a sexual position where the woman takes the initiative, and it's one of the most popular positions among many modern young couples. Sitting in front of the computer, I stared intently at the screen, afraid to blink. Xiaoying and I had practically never used the "lotus position" before. Was Xiaoying going to start with her father today? Was it because her father hadn't recovered that Xiaoying had to use the "lotus position"? Was she doing this to take care of her father's weak body? I could only comfort myself with that thought.

The video clearly shows that between Xiaoying's spread legs, the alluring pubic hair of her pubic area is already wet. Under the light, the dewdrops on the pubic hair appear so crystal clear, forming shimmering threads that continuously drip down to her father's crotch. I know that Xiaoying's body is now ready to mate with her father; the glistening dewdrops act as a lubricant, allowing her father's thick, long penis to penetrate her vagina more easily.

Xiaoying straddles her father, not immediately squatting down, but standing there watching him beneath her. Her father, at this moment, can no longer control his breathing, his breaths becoming rapid. At this moment, Xiaoying was the queen, and her father was the gigolo. Xiaoying was about to enjoy her father's body, and she seemed impatient...

Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly, and her legs began to tremble slightly. She couldn't bear it any longer. She seemed eager to experience sex with her father again. After all, that time was unforgettable for Xiaoying. This time, she could finally enjoy it "legitimately." How could she not be excited?

Xiaoying bit her lower lip and slowly squatted down. Her split vulva gradually approached her father's glans. During this process, the urethral opening of her father's glans kept secreting mucus, and Xiaoying's vulva kept secreting love fluid. The fluids secreted by the two of them dripped together, blending and becoming indistinguishable...

Finally, Xiaoying's vulva pressed against her father's glans. The narrow vulva and the egg-sized glans were so incongruous and mismatched. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes before, I really wouldn't have believed that my father's egg-sized glans could be inserted into Xiaoying's narrow vagina.

Xiaoying seemed somewhat afraid of her father's enormous penis. It was so much larger than her husband's; perhaps it was the first time she'd ever seen one so big. Even among East Asians, her father's size was considered exceptional. Xiaoying pressed her vaginal opening against her father's glans, taking deep breaths as if to bolster her courage. A stubborn and determined look crossed her face. When Xiaoying was stubborn, it was truly unsettling. Having bolstered herself, Xiaoying prepared to devour the prey beneath her vaginal opening…

Chapter 101 Attack

Her father was no longer pretending to be asleep. He knew where his glans was about to enter, and he didn't want to miss this unforgettable moment. As Xiaoying's vaginal opening pressed against her father's glans, she saw him open his eyes. Their gazes met. They stared at each other, filled with desire. Finally, a flicker of clarity seemed to wash over Xiaoying. She looked down at her vaginal opening and realized it was pressed against her father's egg-sized glans, her hands guiding his penis to adjust its position.

Xiaoying abruptly released her father's penis, instantly standing up, panting heavily. She closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing Xiaoying's action and expression, I was startled. This scene seemed familiar. Was Xiaoying really giving up like this? While I felt relieved, my cuckoldry instincts led me to feel more disappointment and worry. Seeing Xiaoying suddenly give up and stand up, her father was surprised, and a flicker of disappointment crossed his face. However, he made no other move, simply staring blankly at Xiaoying, waiting for her decision.

After considering for a moment with her eyes closed, Xiaoying opened them and looked at her father. She saw the disappointment and astonishment in his eyes, then looked at his erect penis. Finally, Xiaoying seemed to remember her promise to her father. She sighed, then touched her genitals, noticing the wound covered in semen. After glancing again at her father's disappointed expression, Xiaoying silently shifted her feet, turned around, and faced away from her father.

After turning around, Xiaoying lowered her head and used both hands to hold her father's penis again. Then she squatted down again, facing away from her father, and pressed her vaginal opening against his glans. Perhaps not facing her father made Xiaoying feel less guilty. After adjusting her breathing, Xiaoying puffed out her cheeks and continued to squat down. The tip of her father's glans slowly pushed open Xiaoying's vaginal opening, and her labia were parted by his glans. Her father's glans began to disappear little by little into Xiaoying's vagina.

Seeing that Xiaoying hadn't given up in the end, my father and I in the video breathed a sigh of relief. Although Xiaoying ultimately chose to have sex with her back to her father, it was better than her giving up completely. Besides, penetration from behind might provide the same pleasure and visual impact.

Perhaps her father's glans was too big. That time, the penetration was completed in an instant with a strong thrust from her father. This time, the gentle penetration left a deep impression on both Xiaoying and her father. Xiaoying puffed out her cheeks and continued to squat down, trying her best. At the same time, Xiaoying released her father's penis with both hands, as the glans had already partially inserted and no longer needed her hands to hold it in place.

Xiaoying placed her free hands on her labia, then forcefully spread them apart, stretching her vaginal opening to its maximum. Xiaoying looked down at the progress of her vagina slowly swallowing her father's penis, and her father also watched his penis enter Xiaoying's vagina. The father waited passively, while Xiaoying actively swallowed downwards… “Plop…” After a long wait and effort, the father's glans was finally swallowed by Xiaoying's vagina. Having swallowed her father's glans, Xiaoying's vaginal opening, which had been stretched to its maximum, instantly contracted, tightly gripping the coronal sulcus beneath her father's glans. “Oh…” The moment the glans was completely swallowed by Xiaoying's vagina, both Xiaoying and her father groaned simultaneously, a groan filled with pleasure and relaxation. Xiaoying slowly loosened her labia, then bit her lower lip and continued squatting. She seemed to want to test whether she could swallow her father's entire 22-centimeter penis with her vagina if she wanted to.

Xiaoying began to slowly lift her round, white buttocks, using a nine-shallow-one-deep, one-retreat-two-advance technique to gradually engulf her father's penis. With Xiaoying's persistent efforts, her father's penis began to disappear little by little into Xiaoying's vagina, exploring its deepest depths. Xiaoying's vaginal opening was like a python, its jaws wide open, slowly devouring its prey. The distance between the vaginal opening and her father's testicles grew closer and closer. The lubricating fluid secreted by Xiaoying's vagina played a crucial role at this moment. The mucus flowed continuously from Xiaoying's vagina, running down her father's penis... At this moment, Xiaoying began to gently stroke her lower abdomen with both hands, seemingly soothing her vagina and uterus through her belly, making them willingly accept this strange and unusually thick penis. Slowly, her father's penis had penetrated two-thirds of the way in, but then Xiaoying suddenly stopped, as if her father's penis had reached one of her G-spots, or perhaps his glans had reached its deepest point? Impossible, I've seen my father penetrate to the hilt countless times before. Perhaps Xiaoying herself was afraid and withdrew?

Perhaps this depth was enough for Xiaoying. She stopped "advancing" and squatted above her father's hips, maintaining this depth of penetration, and began to move up and down. Her father's penis began to move in and out of Xiaoying's vaginal opening.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The sound of their genitals rubbing together echoed in the bedroom. "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." The father began to groan with Xiaoying's movements. At this moment, only the father was groaning; Xiaoying bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans. Perhaps she felt that moaning during sex with her father was a disgrace. Her eyes were glazed, her lower lip tightly pressed against the point where their bodies were joined, watching her father's penis move in and out of her vagina. The father also began to breathe heavily and groan, their heavy breaths echoing in the room. Xiaoying carefully controlled her speed and the amplitude of her movements. Her father's penis slowly "advanced" deeper into Xiaoying's vagina, but there was still some distance before it was fully inserted.

At this moment, the father let go of all his inhibitions and fully enjoyed this moment of passion. Since Xiaoying's back was to him, he could finally freely admire her body. His gaze lingered on Xiaoying's smooth back, slowly moving downwards to her slender waist as it swayed, finally settling on her snow-white buttocks. At this moment, Xiaoying's two snow-white buttocks were parted to the sides, and the sparse, dark forest between them revealed her vulva, which was constantly wet and throbbing against his penis. From this position, the father could clearly see Xiaoying's pink anus, which was contracting and relaxing with her up-and-down movements. Perhaps it was the constant contraction and relaxation of Xiaoying's anus that stimulated him, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with Xiaoying's speed and intensity; the lust in his eyes grew increasingly fierce, and his previous tension and timidity had vanished. The father subtly adjusted his hip position, carefully observing the frequency of Xiaoying's movements. Once he grasped the pattern, as Xiaoying squatted down, his hips suddenly lifted upwards. Xiaoying's squatting motion and his hip lift were almost simultaneous. "Plop..." "Ah..." The sound of air being suddenly squeezed out of her vagina, and Xiaoying's scream and groan from the sudden attack, all occurred at the same time.

The father's sudden, full penetration caused Xiaoying's legs to relax abruptly. Taking advantage of the full penetration, Xiaoying's legs lost their strength, and she knelt on the bed. Because of the force of the thrust, Xiaoying almost fell onto the bed, but thankfully, she managed to steady herself by bracing herself with her hands. At this moment, their hips were pressed tightly together, without any gap, leaving only the father's dark, hairy testicles exposed. The father's pubic hair pressed fiercely against Xiaoying's anus.

After letting out a scream, Xiaoying braced herself on the bed, breathing rapidly. Her breasts, tightly encased in her bra, trembled with each rise and fall. The "sudden attack" from her father had startled her greatly, but also given her intense stimulation. Sitting on her father, she finally recovered from the shock and stimulation. Still in that position, she turned to glare at him angrily. Her father felt his penis fully inside her vagina, enveloped and sucked by her warm, tight flesh—it felt so good. He closed his eyes, lost in ecstasy, completely oblivious to the angry, fierce look in Xiaoying's eyes, though her alluring gaze was actually quite harmless.

"Ouch..." Suddenly, her father cried out. While he was still lost in ecstasy, Xiaoying, in her anger, had pinched his groin hard with her manicured fingers. Caught off guard, he cried out in pain. The groin is a very sensitive spot; even a light pinch could cause excruciating pain. At this moment, the father, who had been lost in reverie, opened his eyes and saw Xiaoying's fierce gaze. Perhaps only then did he realize his "mistake," feeling somewhat embarrassed by Xiaoying's stare. He finally smiled at Xiaoying, but the smile was very unnatural, with a hint of fawning.

"Pfft..." Xiaoying couldn't help but laugh when she saw her father's childlike, fawning smile. Her father's "mischievous" behavior just now didn't seem so particularly annoying to her. At this moment, Xiaoying turned around and glanced at the groin on her father's thigh where she had pinched it. In her shame and anger, she had actually gotten into a real fight, pinching her father's groin until it was red. Seeing the pinch mark, a trace of guilt flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, and she reached out her delicate hand to gently rub the pinch mark on her father's thigh.

Just now, Xiaoying had been suddenly attacked by her father, and this time, her father had been suddenly attacked by Xiaoying; it seemed that the two were evenly matched.

"Does it still hurt?" Xiaoying asked her father while rubbing his thigh, her tone not cold, but gentle.

"No...it doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt at all." Hearing Xiaoying's concerned words, a flicker of excitement crossed the father's face, and he quickly replied. Actually, Xiaoying knew her father wasn't telling the truth; everyone knew how painful it was to pinch someone's inner thigh. His answer touched her.

"I'll teach you to be so naughty again...humph." After their brief exchange, the awkward atmosphere dissipated somewhat, and both seemed much more relaxed. Xiaoying even started to act coquettishly towards her father.

Her father smiled and didn't speak again. Xiaoying massaged her father a few more times, then, still kneeling, began to lift her buttocks. Her sparsely haired vaginal opening was finally revealed again, and her father's penis was slowly pulled out. After "spitting out" about a third of his penis, Xiaoying gently put her buttocks back in, and her father's penis was slowly swallowed back into her vagina. After a few light attempts, Xiaoying began to move rhythmically, and the speed increased. Her father's penis began to appear and disappear at the entrance of her vagina. At this moment, I noticed that Xiaoying's anus was contracting faster and faster. What was going on? It turned out that this position was causing the pubic hair on her father's hips to brush against her anus with each of her movements, like a brush. Xiaoying must have been experiencing a different kind of stimulation.

"Slap slap slap slap," Xiaoying's movements became faster and stronger. Because of her father's sudden attack, his penis had penetrated completely, so Xiaoying had now adapted to the full length of his penis. Her rounded buttocks repeatedly collided with her father's hips, producing the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. This scene excited me immensely. I had no energy to do anything else at this moment; the visual impact was no less than the stimulation from masturbation. In the scene, a thick, veined penis was thrusting in and out of Xiaoying's vulva, its fluids soaking their pubic hair. The two wet pubic hairs clung together, rubbing together and making sticky, wet sounds. Even Xiaoying's anus was wet with the semen from her father's pubic hair. Some of the semen had turned into milky white foam and slid down her father's testicles onto the sheets.

Xiaoying hadn't taken off her bra; her 34D breasts swayed up and down within it, creating a beautiful picture of undulating hips and breasts against the alluring night sky… The sounds of flesh colliding echoed continuously. "Mmm… hum…" Xiaoying finally released her moans from her cherry-like mouth, her father responding with heavy breathing. The father's gaze remained fixed on Xiaoying's trembling buttocks, watching his penis thrust in and out of her vulva. He squinted, savoring the sensation. But slowly, his gaze shifted to the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra. He had always been particularly fascinated by Xiaoying's 34D breasts. At that moment, I wondered if my father, like me, also preferred women with large breasts, perhaps even having a breast fetish?

Xiaoying's eyes remained closed, occasionally biting her lip, fully enjoying the relentless thrusting of her father's thick penis into her body. When she made love to me, Xiaoying thought of her father. So, when she made love to her father now, was she thinking of me? I couldn't be sure at that moment, but the possibility was slim.

Xiaoying continued to move her body, "raping" her father. At this moment, she was completely unaware of the greedy eyes behind her. Perhaps she had already let go of herself and didn't care about her father's gaze, allowing her snowy buttocks, jade-like back, and anus to be exposed to his gaze…

Chapter 102 Transformation

Their breathing grew increasingly rapid. Ten minutes had passed since penetration. Xiaoying continued to rise and fall on top of her father. She knew he was too weak to actively thrust, so she considerately persisted in moving her body. Slowly, beads of sweat began to appear on Xiaoying's fair skin, covering her body and revealing clear outlines in the moonlight.

Xiaoying's stamina was impressive. She was a dancer, and hip twisting was a fundamental skill for her. One dance she knew was the "electric motor hip," which involved rapidly twisting her hips while wearing a grass skirt or a fish-scale skirt, causing the skirt to swing. Xiaoying unexpectedly used this dance advantage during sex with her father. She twisted her slender waist above his hips, "slap slap slap," the speed of her movements increasing. Even after so long, the frequency of her movements hadn't slowed down or become chaotic; instead, it remained very rhythmic.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The sound of two connected genitals rubbing together mingled with the "slap, slap, slap" of flesh colliding, along with the father's panting "Huff, huff, huff..." and Xiaoying's moans "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." The room was filled with various ambiguous sounds, constantly teasing the heartstrings.

The two people's desires were slowly approaching their peak. After about two minutes, "Ah..." Xiaoying's buttocks suddenly landed firmly on her father's buttocks, and at the same time, she stopped her undulating movements. Xiaoying reached her first orgasm. At this time, only 12 minutes had passed. Xiaoying's hair was tossed up by her head, her cherry lips slightly parted, "Ha..." Thick semen flowed from Xiaoying's vagina, running down her father's penis and testicles, continuously flowing onto the sheets. The sheets under their connected lower bodies were already soaked with their love fluids.

For twelve minutes, I kept timing Xiaoying and her father. Thinking back to when I made love to Xiaoying, I used my hands, mouth, penis, and a whole series of other methods to barely reach orgasm. And when she orgasmed with me, Xiaoying had never secreted so much lubrication. Also, the orgasm she experienced during the trip was only achieved by Xiaoying fantasizing about her father. Sigh, I have to admire her father. Perhaps it was the stimulation of that forbidden incestuous feeling

that allowed him to bring Xiaoying to orgasm so easily? At the moment of her orgasm, Xiaoying's body arched backward, finally collapsing onto her father like a collapsed bridge. Perhaps she had no strength left; her body trembled as she lay on top of him, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. The two of them lay supine, Xiaoying's fair skin contrasting sharply with her father's dark, wrinkled body. As Xiaoying lay on top of her father, he reached out and embraced her body, his hands stroking her abdomen. But strangely, he didn't touch her breasts. Perhaps after experiencing hardship, the father had become timid, or perhaps he cherished the benefits Xiaoying offered him. He dared not do anything he wasn't sure of; what if Xiaoying, like before, wouldn't let him touch her breasts?

The father didn't move, but quietly waited for the afterglow of Xiaoying's orgasm to subside. Slowly, Xiaoying's trembling body calmed down. After experiencing an orgasm, Xiaoying lay on her father, gently exhaling her fragrance, recovering her strength. Because Xiaoying was lying on top of her father, the distance between their genitals was increased, and the father's penis had been pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina by half its length. However, his penis was too thick and long, and the other half was still firmly embedded in Xiaoying's vagina.

The understanding father also realized Xiaoying's condition at this moment. After sensing that Xiaoying had passed the afterglow of her orgasm, the father's hands slowly moved down to support Xiaoying's slender waist. "Slap..." "Ah..." The father's hips suddenly thrust upwards, instantly slamming into Xiaoying's buttocks, and the penis that had been pulled out halfway was instantly pushed back into Xiaoying's body. Xiaoying was startled when her father thrust deeply into her without warning. Surprisingly, instead of turning around to scold him, she closed her eyes after her initial cry, enjoying and anticipating his next attack.

Her father knew Xiaoying was exhausted; it was his turn to perform. Perhaps the lying position wasn't comfortable for him, as he was weak and lacked strength. He slowly used his hands to support himself on the bed and sat up, his penis remaining inside Xiaoying's vagina throughout. Xiaoying also slowly sat up with her father. Once upright, her father embraced Xiaoying's slender waist, his hips positioned to lift her buttocks. At this point, I realized he wanted Xiaoying to lie face down for doggy style sex. Xiaoying had always resisted doggy style with me; the last time she used it with her father, she was "forced" into it.

At this moment, Xiaoying seemed to sense her father's intentions, but she neither refused nor cooperated, letting her father use his strength to manipulate her body. However, her father seemed to have overestimated himself; his weakened and not-yet-fully-healed body seemed unable to muster the strength he usually possessed. After several attempts, he still couldn't get Xiaoying to lie face down on the bed. Xiaoying sat quietly in her father's arms, letting him manipulate her forcefully. Sensing her father's weakness and inability to get her into a doggy-style position, Xiaoying turned her back to him and suddenly smiled secretly, a natural and playful smile, as if saying, "I won't cooperate, let's see what you can do to me."

In the end, her father had to give up on the idea of having intercourse with Xiaoying in a doggy-style position. He then compromised, holding Xiaoying tightly and lying on the bed before suddenly turning over. "Ah..." With a scream from Xiaoying, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him. At this moment, Xiaoying's entire body was lying face down on the bed, and her father turned and lay on top of her, their genitals tightly connected.

After his serious injury, the father had lost a lot of weight, so he was much lighter, and Xiaoying could bear his weight. He was panting heavily on Xiaoying's back; the series of movements had clearly exhausted him, especially given his current weakness.

Xiaoying lay beneath him, his penis deeply inserted into her vagina, her face turned to the side with her eyes closed, waiting for him to initiate. "I'm lying on the bed, this position shouldn't be considered doggy style, right?" Xiaoying must have been comforting herself with that thought.

After resting for a while, the father took a deep breath, his buttocks slowly rising, and at the same time, his penis, still attached to his buttocks, was gently pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina.

"Oh..." As his penis was slowly pulled out, Xiaoying opened her small mouth and let out a soft, sweet moan.

The father's buttocks rose little by little until only the head of his penis was embedded in Xiaoying's vaginal opening. At this point, his buttocks were sticking out very high, his two buttocks parted, revealing thick, dark pubic hair. It must be said that the father's body hair was very heavy, extending from around his dark anus, through his dark scrotum, all the way to his hips, even his thighs and chest, all covered in thick, dark hair. Following this hairline, his thick, long penis hung at the bottom, now covered in white foam.

Perhaps sensing that the height was about right, the father took a deep breath and his buttocks suddenly dropped, "Smack..." Almost instantly, the father's hips slammed heavily against Xiaoying's snowy buttocks again, and at the same time, his 22-centimeter penis, covered in white foam, was instantly plunged back into Xiaoying's vagina. "Ah ha..." Stimulated by the father's heavy blow, Xiaoying's head was thrown high, her eyes slightly closed, and she let out a seductive and melodious moan.

The father pressed his hips tightly against Xiaoying's buttocks, grinding his penis deep inside her vagina. After grinding for a while, he slowly lifted his hairy buttocks and pulled his penis out of Xiaoying's vagina again, leaving only the glans inside. When he reached the height he wanted, "smack..." he slammed his buttocks down hard again, and his thick penis was instantly plunged back into Xiaoying's vagina.

"Ah..." Xiaoying groaned again, this time louder and higher-pitched than before. I couldn't help but worry that her loud moans might carry outside or to the neighbors...

"Ah..." "Ah..." "Ah..." "Ah..." Xiaoying's moans continued, growing higher and higher, thinner and thinner. Although my father's thrusts were slow, the force was great, and he thrust hard, pulling out completely and plunging in fully each time. At the same time, his mouth began kissing Xiaoying's back, neck, earlobes, and cheeks.

"Slap slap slap slap..." My father's speed increased, his hips slamming against Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, producing loud, crisp impact sounds. The father wrapped his arms around Xiaoying's shoulders and began thrusting his penis up and down vigorously, holding her tightly. At the same time, his lips began kissing Xiaoying's shoulders and collarbone, the sounds of his kisses mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

"Ah...ha...ah...Dad, no...um...don't kiss...ha...don't kiss so...so hard, umm...no...ah...don't leave...leave a hickey...um..." Having learned her lesson from last time, Xiaoying was unusually lucid. The hickey her father had left her last time forced her to wear winter pajamas and a turtleneck sweater for several days.

Hearing Xiaoying's request, the father also snapped to attention. Yes, he absolutely couldn't leave a mark. He continued thrusting, repeatedly inserting his thick, long penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina, his hips slamming against her buttocks with such force. If the father's body were fully recovered, how wild their lovemaking would be, certainly not as restrained as it was now.

The father continued kissing Xiaoying's shoulders, neck, and collarbone, but this time the kisses were gentle. Slowly, he kissed Xiaoying's pointed chin, and his lips began to move towards hers…

"Dad, as long as you wake up, I can grant you any request except leaving Jincheng and marrying you." Seeing the father's relentless advance towards Xiaoying's lips, I recalled Xiaoying's words when her father was unconscious. It seemed that this time, Xiaoying's last line of defense, her lips, was about to fall…

"No… um… Dad… don't… kiss my cheek… a kiss on the cheek is okay, ah… ha… don't kiss my lips, oh…" Xiaoying felt the movement of her father's lips and suddenly turned her head, burying her face in the pillow, shaking her head to avoid her father's kisses, while refusing aloud.

Hearing Xiaoying suddenly refuse her natural kiss, the father seemed incredulous. After all, Xiaoying had been so proactive tonight; logically, his initiative to kiss her should have been easy, and Xiaoying had also made a promise to him. Why would Xiaoying refuse? The father, holding Xiaoying, stopped thrusting. His hard, thick penis was deeply embedded in Xiaoying's vagina. He just stared at her blankly, his disappointment beyond words.

"Dad, I... I gave you oral sex. My mouth is dirty now. I'll satisfy you another time, okay?" Xiaoying seemed to sense her father's disappointment. She lifted her face from the pillow, considered for a moment, and gently comforted her father. It was unclear whether Xiaoying's words were genuine or not. Whether she refused her father's kiss because her mouth was dirty or because she disliked his mouth, it was impossible to know.

"Ah..." Xiaoying moaned again. The father seemed to be "stunned" by Xiaoying's moan, a smile returning to his face. His previously still buttocks began to move up and down again, his penis thrusting in and out of Xiaoying's vagina, causing her to moan again. Having been rejected by Xiaoying, the father's attention shifted downwards. He lowered his head to search for his next target.

At that moment, my father suddenly noticed Xiaoying's bra clasp. Just moments before, he hadn't dared to unhook it, but now he was so close. In the video, I saw him continuing to thrust into Xiaoying, closing his eyes to bolster his courage. When he opened them again, he reached for the back clasp of her bra…

Sitting at the computer as a viewer, I was numb from the sexual stimulation. I felt no pain at all, only the constant secretion of fluid from my penis. I could feel my crotch was already wet, and because the window was open, a slight breeze made it feel cool…

I remembered last time, it took my father three attempts to unhook Xiaoying's bra, and it was only through his powerful sexual ability that he finally brought her to her knees. Looking at his hand getting closer and closer to the bra clasp, I wondered if my father would succeed this time? Even if he managed to unhook Xiaoying's bra, how many chances would Father take this time...?

Chapter 103 Begging for Mercy.

I sat at the computer speculating, while Father continued on his end. The sounds of "slap slap slap..." continued unabated. Father's hand was about to touch the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra, but he seemed very nervous. He carefully observed Xiaoying, who was currently enduring the brutal impact of her father with her eyes closed, enjoying the incomparable pleasure.

While observing Xiaoying, Father touched the back clasp of her bra. When Father touched the back clasp, Xiaoying's brows furrowed slightly. Father, who had been observing Xiaoying's expression, saw the slight furrow in her brows and quickly withdrew his hand. He seemed very concerned about Xiaoying's emotions.

After withdrawing his hand, the father quietly began to have sex with Xiaoying, lovingly kissing her back, neck, earlobes, and cheeks. These were all Xiaoying's sensitive spots, and when he kissed them, Xiaoying's moans became more seductive, turning her normal moans into something strange.

After a while, the father once again reached for the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra. It was clear that the father was particularly fond of Xiaoying's breasts and didn't want to give up easily. This time, the father's hand touched the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra again, and Xiaoying frowned slightly. This time, the father didn't immediately withdraw his hand, but simply hooked his hand on Xiaoying's back clasp, waiting motionless, neither advancing nor retreating, seemingly waiting for Xiaoying's reaction. He believed that if Xiaoying showed the slightest sign of resistance, the father would definitely withdraw his hand again and abandon Xiaoying's bra.

It seemed Father was going to fail this time. His last attempt to assault Xiaoying's breasts was successful only through force. Now, if he were to respect Xiaoying's wishes, he would likely only be met with a cold shoulder. Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't help but worry for Father. What if Xiaoying rejected him again? Would their current harmonious atmosphere be broken?

But my worries were unnecessary. After Father hooked the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra, Xiaoying only frowned slightly and then made no other movements. She didn't open her eyes or speak. Slowly, under Father's thrusting attacks, Xiaoying's brow relaxed again, and she began to moan and "enjoy" again.

Father watched Xiaoying nervously. Seeing that she calmed down after a slight frown, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was clear how tense he had been. Father then used his hand to hook the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra and slapped her buttocks repeatedly, the speed gradually slowing down, but the force and amplitude remaining the same.

After hooking the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra, Father pondered for a moment, as if encouraging himself. Finally, as if summoning his greatest confidence, and also to test Xiaoying's limits, the father slammed his hip onto Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, sending ripples through her cheeks. He stopped, remaining motionless in his fully inserted position. The entire bedroom fell silent. Xiaoying and her father lay huddled together, breathing heavily.

Why did Father stop thrusting? Had he already ejaculated? I carefully observed Father's testicles and found that there was no movement at the base of his penis or on his testicles. Normally, when Father ejaculates, due to the large amount of semen, the base of his penis and testicles would contract rapidly. He hadn't ejaculated, so why did Father suddenly stop? Was his body failing him?

At this moment, Xiaoying was also puzzled. After taking a few breaths, she opened her tightly closed eyes and looked back at Father. Father was also looking at her. They stared at each other, but Xiaoying had a puzzled expression, while Father had a hesitant one. Finally, the father took a deep breath, avoiding Xiaoying's gaze, and then used his other hand to work with the one that had hooked Xiaoying's bra clasp, squeezing the back clasp with both hands. During this process, Xiaoying kept staring at her father, a hint of panic appearing in her eyes, but this panic vanished in an instant. After confirming her father's intentions, she surprisingly didn't object. After considering it for a moment, she closed her eyes and continued to lie prone, waiting for her father's "favor."

At this moment, the father suddenly felt a surge of joy, no longer having any worries. With a soft "click," Xiaoying's bra clasp was finally unhooked, all with Xiaoying's tacit consent. I had originally thought it would take a lot of effort for the father to unhook Xiaoying's bra, considering it had taken three tries last time when he used force. But this time… although the father hesitated once, Xiaoying hadn't refused at all, and this time he unhooked it on the first try.

After unhooking Xiaoying's bra, her father pulled the straps to the sides. His breathing became increasingly rapid, as if he was impatient. As the straps were pulled down, Xiaoying, who was lying face down, "unintentionally" raised her arms and upper body slightly. Taking advantage of this "coincidence," her father easily removed the bra.

He tossed the bra aside and then greedily admired Xiaoying's breasts. Because Xiaoying was lying face down, her nipples and areolas were pressed against her body, but her full breasts were still prominent. Her father gently stroked her breasts with both hands. Xiaoying's brows furrowed slightly, and she occasionally bit her lower lip, but she didn't resist, allowing her father to caress her.

At this moment, the father was already excited just by touching Xiaoying's side breast. He held Xiaoying's side breast with both hands, arched his buttocks, and continued to "plow" her. The sounds of flesh colliding, "slap slap slap..." rang out again, and the father's mouth began to taste and kiss Xiaoying's back again.

Slowly, as his desire subsided once more, the father was no longer satisfied with just touching Xiaoying's side breast. His lust burned brighter and brighter, and his body was gradually controlled by desire. At the same time, with Xiaoying's "indulgence" just now, the father's courage grew. He maintained his thrusting motion, his hands tightly gripping Xiaoying's side breast, slowly pressing down on the bed, and touching Xiaoying's nipple and areola.

"Ah ah ah... um..." Xiaoying moaned to her heart's content, releasing her inner pleasure. "Crunch crunch..." The springs of the Simmons mattress made a hoarse friction sound with the father's thrusting. Feeling her father's wrinkled hands exploring her nipples and areolas, Xiaoying, who was lying on the bed receiving her father-in-law's thrusts, slowly propped herself up on her elbows as her father explored, her upper body gradually separating from the bed, and her father's hands successfully occupied the "territory."

"Mmm..." "Oh..." At the moment her father reached Xiaoying's breasts, both Xiaoying and her father couldn't help but moan. Her father's hands rubbed Xiaoying's breasts back and forth, his mouth kissing Xiaoying's neck.

Her father thrust and rubbed Xiaoying's breasts, Xiaoying's 34D breasts constantly changing shape in her father's hands, while Xiaoying supported her upper body with her elbows, facilitating her father's caresses.

The father and Xiaoying's breathing became more and more rapid, and her father's movements became more and more intense and faster, both of them slowly moving towards the peak. As their sexual desire slowly rose, her father seemed unsatisfied with just touching Xiaoying's breasts; human desire is endless. The father abruptly pulled one of Xiaoying's breasts to the side. Because Xiaoying's breasts were large, the nipple and areola were now almost touching the edge of her armpit. The father twisted the areola and nipple more than 90 degrees, and Xiaoying "cooperated" by turning her body slightly. Taking advantage of this, the father lowered his head and buried his mouth in Xiaoying's armpit, instantly sucking on the "hard-won" nipple...

"Uh... um... Dad... be gentle... it hurts..." When her nipple was sucked by her father in this position, Xiaoying let out another sweet and seductive moan, while also murmuring about her aching feet. Perhaps because the father was only focused on lust, he didn't control the pressure when sucking her nipple, resulting in pain for Xiaoying. It was only because of Xiaoying's 34D papaya-shaped breasts that no other woman's breasts could achieve this position and length.

"Oh...ah...okay..." Hearing Xiaoying's soft cry of pain, the father released her nipple and responded with a soft moan. He then lowered his head again, burying it in Xiaoying's armpit to "nurture," but this time much more gently. His lower body continued its efforts. Perhaps this position was too tiring for both of them, because after a few sucks on Xiaoying's nipple, the father lifted his head from her armpit. Xiaoying's nipple was once again exposed, its nipple and areola wet and red from his sucking.

This time, after lifting his face, the father didn't continue to lie on Xiaoying's back, but instead sat up straight. He knelt on either side of Xiaoying's body, straddling her. The position was exactly the same as before, except that their positions had changed. This time, Xiaoying was on the bottom, and the father was on top of her. Also, Xiaoying was now lying face down, unlike before when the father was lying on his back.

After sitting up straight, the father assumed an unusual "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position, man on top of woman. His hands left Xiaoying's breasts and moved to her round, delicate buttocks, kneading them incessantly. Xiaoying's entire body was incredibly soft and tender, especially her buttocks and breasts.

After a few kneads, "Ah..." the father thrust forward suddenly, and Xiaoying let out a moan. Her buttocks were pushed together by the father's hips. "Smack smack smack..." After a powerful thrust, the father began his round-robin labor again. This time, the father's direction changed from up and down to left and right. Their wet genitals, soaked in the vaginal fluid, rubbed together, making sounds. Xiaoying's buttocks opened and closed repeatedly as her father's hips thrust back and forth…

The father was like a knight, and Xiaoying beneath him was a white horse. The knight rode the white horse, whipping it and galloping freely…

His hands caressed Xiaoying's buttocks and slender waist, and Xiaoying's moans grew louder and louder with the father's speed and force, finally turning into a high-pitched, thin cry.

The father's thrusting speed increased, and sweat poured down his body, dripping onto Xiaoying's body and the bedding.

"Slap slap slap…" "Smack smack…" "Mmm…" "Whoosh…" All the sounds mingled together. Watching them intently, I knew the father was about to climax, no more than a minute. After all, ten minutes had passed since Xiaoying's orgasm, making it over twenty minutes in total.

"Gently... a little... ahhh... gently... a little... don't... ah... too... hard..." Xiaoying's beautiful face contorted, biting her lower lip, softly "protesting" to her father, hoping he would be gentler.

But her father was already on the verge of ejaculation, and no external force could make him "yield." He seemed not to hear Xiaoying's "protest," continuing to forcefully penetrate her, his strength and speed increasing instead...

"Dad...please...please...ah...be gentle...okay...? Oh...um..." Sensing her father's rejection, Xiaoying's voice softened, and she began to plead with him...

but her father seemed not to hear her, shutting out everything around him; only his physical instincts remained. Hearing Xiaoying's "plea," a smile suddenly appeared on her father's previously kind face, a smile filled with pride and the pleasure of conquest. Xiaoying's pleas didn't slow him down; instead, they excited him even more, becoming a catalyst for him to reach his climax faster. I guessed her father was about to ejaculate. Would Xiaoying let him?

Seemingly confirming my suspicions, my father's pace slowed down until he finally stopped. Gathering his last bit of strength, he thrust his hips forward one last time, his body abruptly halting, his head thrown back. "Oh...whoosh..." His mouth gaped open as he forcefully inserted his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina from behind, the entire 22-centimeter length of his thick penis disappearing completely inside. Xiaoying's buttocks were all pulled together by the force of his thrusts. At that moment, I finally saw all the signs of my father's ejaculation: his testicles contracted rapidly, continuously pumping his penis through the shaft into the deepest part of Xiaoying's vagina.

"Ah...no...no..." Xiaoying screamed in refusal as her father thrust into her one last time. She knew she was clinging to her last shred of dignity and self-reproach, but it was futile. She was powerless; her father was forcibly "inseminating" her again, and she could only helplessly endure it. His enormous semen began to wash over every inch of her vagina...

Chapter 104 Warmth

After her father ejaculated about two waves of semen, Xiaoying reached her second orgasm. She propped herself up, tossed her hair back, and mirrored her father's posture. Her entire body trembled with each ejaculation. With each contraction of his testicles, Xiaoying's body trembled, demonstrating how the spray of his semen continuously washed over her cervix and vaginal walls, stimulating her body and prolonging the afterglow of her orgasm. The two of them were like triumphant knights, the white horse rearing up, the knight riding on its back, his cloak billowing in the wind…

Slowly, the father's ejaculation stopped. He remained motionless in that position, only breathing heavily. Xiaoying, having just experienced her climax, lowered her upper body back down. Her breathing gradually became steady. Sensing that her father, who was still riding on top of her, seemed not to have recovered, she weakly raised one leg. Because her father was riding her, Xiaoying's waist and buttocks were fixed in place. Xiaoying's raised leg slowly bent back down, first her heel and then the sole of her foot touching her father's back. Her beautiful white foot caressed and comforted her father's sweat-drenched back. She didn't seem angry that her pleas for mercy had been rejected; it seemed the orgasm her father had given her was enough to offset the slight "unpleasantness" she had just felt...

Slowly, with the caress of Xiaoying's jade feet, her father finally calmed down. He seemed to have lost all his strength, slowly collapsing onto Xiaoying's back, and finally turning to lie down on the bed. He was completely exhausted, his body still very weak.

As he turned over, his limp penis, embedded in Xiaoying's vaginal opening, was slowly pulled out, stretched straight, with only the glans stubbornly stuck at the vaginal opening, unwilling to come out. With his turn, the glans, stuck at Xiaoying's vaginal opening, pulled on her body. Xiaoying, resting on the bed, was forcibly pulled, her buttocks raised, following her father's glans. It seemed that his glans was stuck too tightly, or perhaps she didn't want it to come out so soon.

Finally, when her father lay down on the bed, "pop..." his glans was finally stretched out, making a peculiar sound. "Oh..." The moment her father's glans was withdrawn, Xiaoying, whose buttocks were sticking out to the side, trembled violently and let out a final groan. Her body, no longer under the control of her father's glans, finally collapsed back onto the bed.

Without the obstruction of the penis, the love fluid and semen of the two finally gushed out like a spring, like a severed artery, "blood" spurting out and splashing onto the bed surface stained with their marks...

The father lay on the bed, his penis between his legs covered in a sticky mixture of love fluid, reflecting a fluorescent light. His pubic hair was wet and stuck together with the love fluid. The father was resting with his eyes closed, recovering his strength. Xiaoying lay on the bed, savoring the wonderful pleasure of her second sexual experience. The ecstasy seemed unforgettable, lingering long after. She remained languidly still, seemingly unwilling to be disturbed by anything, letting the semen flow freely from her vagina until it stopped flowing altogether…

The scene seemed to freeze, save for the uneven breathing of the two people. Sitting in front of the computer, I finally finished watching this taboo-breaking scene, my heart experiencing a double shock of hot and cold. At that moment, I stood up, my back hunched, my buttocks numb. I shuffled slowly towards the bathroom, needing to clean myself up, because at the same moment my father and Xiaoying reached orgasm, I had also ejaculated in my own pants… Finally

reaching the bathroom, I began to clean myself. Taking off my pants and seeing the semen and the soaking wetness in my underwear, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. I could only continue cleaning myself, hoping Xiaoying would help my father later.

After cleaning for five minutes, I quickly returned to the computer. "Xiaoying should have gone to the bathroom to shower by now, right?" But that wasn't the case. In the video, the father and Xiaoying were still lying on the bed, maintaining the same position without moving. The only difference was that there was no more semen flowing from Xiaoying's vagina. The bed surface below her vagina was covered with sticky semen. Because he hadn't ejaculated for a while, the father's semen was very viscous.

It seemed that the passionate sex they had just had had exhausted all their energy. The intense orgasm left them both weak, and the pleasure and afterglow of the orgasm lingered in their minds, making them unwilling to wake up.

About two minutes later, Xiaoying moved first. She lazily used her hands to prop herself up on the bed, but as soon as her upper body left the bed, she lay back down, seemingly still lacking strength. Xiaoying tried to sit up again, but collapsed once more. This second failure didn't discourage her; on her third attempt, she finally succeeded. She sat up, her tired eyes opening to a clear mind. Having been deprived of intense sexual activity for so long, being "ridden" by her father again gave her a true "second spring" in life.

She glanced around the room, her mind now fully clear, a bitter smile flashing across her face. The recent sexual encounter had brought a touch of shyness to her now that she was fully conscious. She looked at her motionless father, perhaps only then remembering his still-healing injuries. No longer dwelling on her emotions, she frantically scrambled to his side, shaking him.

"Dad, are you alright? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing her father motionless, Xiaoying immediately became frightened, gently pushing him with her small hands.

"I'm fine, I feel so good... It's been so long since I've felt this good... Ah... Xiaoying, I... I'm fine." At first, the father seemed not to have recovered from the pleasure, still savoring Xiaoying's "wonder" in his mind, and couldn't help but sigh at his own comfort. But in the end, he finally realized the situation and hurriedly opened his eyes to change the subject.

After speaking, the father glanced at Xiaoying and then looked away, his eyes wandering, seemingly still somewhat embarrassed even after regaining his senses. Xiaoying simply looked at her father calmly. Seeing that he was alright and it was just a false alarm, Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief and patted her bare chest with her small hands. When her hands touched her bare breasts, Xiaoying realized that she was completely naked. "Ah..." Xiaoying let out a soft cry, and she immediately and subconsciously covered her private parts with her hands. Her flustered and adorable appearance made her initially tense and unnatural father involuntarily smile, looking at Xiaoying with affection.

Remembering that her whole body had been "enjoyed" by her father, Xiaoying covered herself for a while, then slowly lowered her hands, accepting her father's "appreciation" with equanimity. She dragged her tired body to the floor. Reaching the edge, she tentatively stepped on the floor, stumbled a few times, and slowly walked out of the bedroom. During this time, Xiaoying didn't grab her underwear or nightgown. "Is she planning to come back naked after her shower?" I wondered.

"Dad, I'm going to take a shower. I'll clean you up when I get back," Xiaoying said to her father as she reached the door, a faint smile and shyness on her face. However, she avoided eye contact, her gaze fixed on the bedside table, averting her eyes.

"Sigh..." her father responded with a smile, watching Xiaoying's retreating figure until she was in the bathroom. He lay back down, closing his eyes to continue savoring the moment, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Watching Xiaoying wash herself in the bathroom, my heart was filled with complex emotions. My plan had succeeded once again; my father, who had miraculously survived, was once again comforted by Xiaoying's tender affection; and Xiaoying was once again experiencing the pleasure I couldn't give her. All of this was cause for celebration, yet a lingering pain and bitterness still welled up in my heart, even though I so disliked them. Perhaps, as time passed, my excitement would increase and the pain would decrease, until finally I was filled only with excitement and joy, and the pain and bitterness disappeared forever.

As for whether things would "get out of control" in the future? I believed they wouldn't. At least I should trust Xiaoying and my father. Although they were engaged in a complicated yet pleasurable "affair" under my "arrangement," both of them were currently maintaining a "bottom line": Xiaoying would not "marry" my father, and my father would not "marry" Xiaoying. They had agreed to forever maintain the relationship of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and secret lovers, while not destroying this family, at least not letting me know or be hurt.

As long as both people stick to their bottom lines, it's acceptable to me. I can't lose either Xiaoying or my father. If I had to choose between them, the agonizing decision would make me choose to leave this world.

While I was thinking, Xiaoying finished washing herself. After admiring herself in the mirror again, she returned naked to her father's room. Her father was still lying there with his eyes closed, his limp penis limp, the semen and vaginal fluid dried into a dry "mask."

Xiaoying held a wet wipe and gently wiped her father's penis with two fingers. She cleaned it carefully, not missing any pubic hair or scrotum. Watching her father's penis undulate as she cleaned it, I couldn't help but wonder, "Will Father get an erection again and have sex with Xiaoying again?" After all, there had been a precedent, although that time it was when her father was on aphrodisiacs.

After being wiped by Xiaoying for a while, her father opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoying's back. As Xiaoying bent over to clean her father, her large, white breasts swayed beneath her, bouncing with each wipe. Her father's gaze lingered on them; though he had touched and tasted them before, they were always a novelty to him—a trait he shared with me. His gaze moved downwards to Xiaoying's slender waist, then down to her buttocks. Because of her bent-over posture, her already rounded buttocks appeared even fuller and more rounded.

Admiring this endlessly beautiful sight, and watching Xiaoying intently cleaning him, my penis, being cleaned by her, inexplicably became erect again, though not fully erect. Seeing my father's renewed erection, I looked down at my own unresponsive penis and couldn't help but admire his sexual prowess. He was still recovering from an injury, and already over fifty. I, with my superior health and age, had all the advantages… Heaven had given me such a beautiful and kind wife, so why was my body being tormented like this? This puts me at a disadvantage in terms of sexual function. I'm not a pessimistic person, and I usually don't back down or complain when I encounter setbacks, but this is different…

Perhaps feeling the penis in her hand slowly becoming erect, Xiaoying stopped wiping, holding her father's penis still. Then she turned to look at her father, only to see him lecherously "invading" her naked body. Xiaoying couldn't help but feel a little amused and annoyed, but mostly proud.

"Dad, your body isn't fully recovered yet. Right now… once is enough. Too much will hurt your body," Xiaoying said gently to her father after stopping and looking at him for a while. People say that semen is formed from a man's blood, and one drop of semen is equal to ten drops of blood. Although it's not true, it's a vivid description. At this moment, Xiaoying was most concerned about her father's health, or perhaps her body couldn't withstand being "tortured" by her father a second time. In any case, Xiaoying rejected her father's "hint."

After being subtly "rejected" by Xiaoying, the father couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He knew Xiaoying was telling the truth; his body simply couldn't handle a second round of sex.

Although his disappointment was subtle, Xiaoying still noticed it in the darkness. Seeing his dejected expression, a hint of helplessness and reluctance flashed in her eyes.

"Once you're fully recovered, you can have it whenever you want..." Xiaoying coaxed her father like a child, her tenderness undisguised.

Hearing this, the father's eyes lit up with undisguised joy. This meant he could finally enjoy Xiaoying's sex anytime, anywhere—something he had longed for. He had sacrificed so much for this wish, even nearly losing his life.

"I will definitely keep my promise..." Perhaps realizing her words had been too ambiguous, Xiaoying offered herself an excuse. Whether it was truly just to fulfill her promise, only she knew.

But these words poured cold water on the father's hopes. He wished it was his love and sexual prowess that attracted Xiaoying, not just a promise. After all, it involved a man's dignity; he didn't want a heartless, sexually devoid woman. The father was dealt another blow, his pain barely concealed, he hesitated to speak…

“What’s wrong, Dad?” Noticing her father's sudden dejection, Xiaoying, unaware of her earlier unintentional mistake, gently inquired again.

“Just…just…just to…fulfill a promise?” The father looked at Xiaoying with a mixture of pain and hope, trying to maintain a normal expression as he asked, eager to know her answer…

Chapter 105 Surprise

Xiaoying, who was about to clean her father's penis again, had to stop. Hearing his words, she froze, staring directly at him, a mixture of understanding and confusion on her face. This time, the father looked directly at Xiaoying, no longer avoiding her gaze; he desperately wanted her answer.

Xiaoying finally understood the reason for her father's earlier dejection. She pondered blankly, perhaps she hadn't even thought about the answer, or perhaps she already knew the answer but didn't know how to express it. Tell the truth? She might feel embarrassed, after all, she wanted to protect her remaining "self-esteem" as much as possible; tell a lie? That would hurt her father's feelings and self-esteem. If it were me, I really wouldn't know what to choose for a moment. At this moment, I couldn't help but eagerly want to know what Xiaoying would choose…

"Is the answer really that important?" After thinking for a while, Xiaoying indirectly refused to answer. At this moment, her father's penis was cleaned, and Xiaoying picked up her father's underwear to help him put it on, but her father gently stopped her with his hand.

"I'll put it on myself, I can manage." Hearing Xiaoying's lack of answer, the father looked somewhat dejected. He lowered his head and began putting on his underwear and pajama bottoms, not pressing Xiaoying further. Perhaps he already knew the answer in his heart…

Seeing that her father had finished dressing, Xiaoying changed the sheets again. The sheets were almost always changed after they made love, given his large ejaculation volume. Next time they made love, would they put something under Xiaoying's buttocks? That way, they wouldn't have to change the sheets every time…

After finishing everything, the father gently lay down on the bed. Perhaps due to the earlier question, neither of them spoke a word during this process. After her father lay down, Xiaoying gently tucked him in and adjusted the pillows, like a dutiful wife serving her husband.

After everything was done, Xiaoying put on her underwear and nightgown, her incredibly sexy and alluring naked body now covered by the clothes. Xiaoying, carrying the soiled sheets and wet wipes, prepared to leave. Her father, lying on the bed, watched her retreating figure with lingering affection. The closer they were, the deeper his love for her seemed. As Xiaoying reached the door and opened it, she suddenly stopped, gripping the doorknob, her back to her father, motionless.

"Actually…it wasn't entirely about the promise," Xiaoying mustered her courage, saying this before hastily opening her bedroom door and "escaping" her father's room, seemingly afraid of hearing his next words.

Sitting at my computer, hearing Xiaoying's answer, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. This was the answer I both hoped for and didn't want to hear; it was a complex answer for me. Although I knew it was true, before Xiaoying's reply, I still clung to a sliver of hope. This answer wasn't so bad, really. At least it proved that Xiaoying had received something from her father that I couldn't give her; it was her father "compensating" her for me. That was the only way I could console myself.

Upon hearing Xiaoying's answer and watching her "frantically flee," a surge of elation flashed in the father's eyes. He was thrilled. When a man is in love, every move of his beloved can severely influence his emotions, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Although it couldn't prove that Xiaoying had feelings for him, it at least proved that she wasn't just after a promise; at least her body liked him. "She likes being with me, whether it's because of sex or because of love." I think the father must have thought that at that moment. He closed his eyes with joy, whether he was falling asleep or still savoring the pleasure he had just experienced...

After Xiaoying hurriedly left the father's bedroom, she went straight back to our bedroom, still carrying the father's bed sheets, used toilet paper, and wet wipes. After reaching our bedroom, Xiaoying realized she'd gone to the wrong place. Annoyed, she tossed her hair, turned, and left the room. She went into the bathroom, threw her father's sheets into the washing machine, started it, and then tossed the toilet paper and wet wipes, soaked with their bodily fluids, into the trash can, placing it at the bottom and covering it with other trash.

After doing this, Xiaoying returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, propped her chin on her hand, lost in thought. A smile would appear on her face, then a shy blush would appear, then regret and guilt would wash over her…

The only sound in the room was the rumble of the washing machine. Her father lay in the bedroom, perhaps asleep. Xiaoying remained in the living room, lost in thought, waiting for the washing machine to stop…

After a long while, the washing machine's alarm woke Xiaoying. She hung the sheets to dry and went back to her bedroom to rest, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She was probably struggling with how to distinguish between "sex" and "emotion," and how to proceed in the future.

Seeing the room now quiet and dark again, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching my father and Xiaoying "be intimate" always made me tense and my heart race; my emotions rose and fell with their every move. Only after they finished did my tension subside. Thinking about it carefully, the experience was both heartbreaking and thrilling. My cuckoldry tendencies seemed to be getting worse. Was it a good thing or a bad thing? Forget it, I didn't want to think about it anymore. I'd come this far, experiencing countless ups and downs; I could only adapt. Nothing could be changed…

A long time passed, and the room remained as silent as ever. It seemed nothing would happen tonight. I didn't turn off the computer; the headset was still on. I slumped onto my desk, ready to sleep. I was truly exhausted. Because I was wearing an earpiece, any loud noise from the video was enough to wake me up. I'm a light sleeper these days, and I didn't want to miss a single detail about Xiaoying and her father…

That night, I occasionally slumped over my desk, sometimes reclining in my office chair. In short, when I woke up the next morning, my back ached, and the earpiece had somehow slipped down to my neck. It was 5 a.m., and Xiaoying and her father were sound asleep in their respective rooms. Looking at the two of them sleeping so comfortably, and then thinking about my aching back, I wondered if I was being too "great." The two of them were enjoying passionate sex, while their husband was suffering.

That day, I kept yawning, and my colleagues teased me, asking if I'd been "naughty" last night, causing me to not sleep well. Actually, I had been "naughty," but in a way they would never imagine.

When I got home after work, I unlocked the door. Xiaoying was sitting at the dining table, chin in hand, waiting for me, while her father sat on the sofa drinking nutritious porridge. Seeing me enter, Xiaoying's face lit up with joy. She quickly got up and went to the door to get my shoes and take my briefcase. Xiaoying does these things for me tirelessly every day.

"You're back..." My father's eyes flickered for a moment when he saw me, but it was gone in an instant. He greeted me with a smile.

"Yeah... are you feeling better, Dad?" I put on my slippers and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up before eating. But my eyes inadvertently swept over the bed sheet hanging on the clothes rack on the balcony. The sheet, stained with our lovemaking fluids from last night, was still hanging there.

"Uh, much better. I'm getting stronger every day. I'm almost fully recovered." My father turned his head and continued drinking his porridge, seemingly afraid to look at me for too long. His guilt was still there.

"Okay, that's good." I went to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, my eyes inadvertently swept over the trash can. I had thought Xiaoying would have taken out the trash this morning, but perhaps because the trash can wasn't full, it hadn't been emptied.

I glanced at the closed bathroom door, then bent down and quietly rummaged through the trash can. In no time, I found the toilet paper and wet wipes they had used the night before; the semen and vaginal fluids had dried and were stuck together in a tangled mess. Seeing my father's sheets and these tissues, my heart ached again. "So it was all real..." I had always watched my father and Xiaoying's sex on videos, never witnessing it up close. Watching it on video always felt somewhat unreal, but seeing these marks on my hands made me realize that it was all truly real. Deep down, perhaps there was a 0.0000...01% chance that it was all a dream...

To avoid arousing suspicion from my father and Xiaoying, I quickly put the trash can back in its place, washed my hands again, and left the bathroom. At the dinner table, the three of us ate, chatting casually. Xiaoying was now able to face me calmly. Perhaps it was because of her guilt towards me, or perhaps because I looked so haggard, but I felt that the affection and heartache in Xiaoying's eyes were growing stronger and stronger. Could this be considered a "blessing in disguise"?

After dinner, because my father was still in recovery and couldn't stay up late, he reduced his TV time and needed to rest early. Perhaps he was still too afraid to face me, as he went back to his bedroom early. Xiaoying cleaned up the dishes. Because I hadn't slept well the night before, I dragged my tired body back to my bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples to relieve my fatigue and try to fall asleep peacefully. My insomnia seemed to be getting worse. After I finished cleaning up, Xiaoying returned to the bedroom. Looking at me, so listless and tired, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes. She climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me, massaging my shoulders.

"Honey, you must be exhausted," Xiaoying asked me tenderly as she massaged me.

"I'm really exhausted, I don't know when this will end." Xiaoying wouldn't understand the other meaning behind my reply.

"If it really doesn't work out, we can find an easier job. Father can take care of himself now, and I'm going back to work tomorrow. My salary is quite high, you don't really need to work so hard." Xiaoying whispered in my ear, her head close to my ear. Father's health condition really didn't require Xiaoying to take care of him at home anymore.

"I won't change jobs. This job is actually quite good. What job that pays well isn't tiring? Okay, honey, that's enough." I stopped rubbing my temples and told Xiaoying not to massage me anymore.

"Honey, go take a shower and relax." Xiaoying took out a brand new bath towel for me and told me to go take a shower.

"Hmm, I really should shower. I didn't take off my clothes to sleep last night, and I'm itchy." I took the bath towel from Xiaoying, took off my clothes, and prepared to go to the bathroom.

"Honey..." I had just reached the bedroom door when Xiaoying's sweet, cloying call stopped me. I turned around, puzzled. Xiaoying's clingy way of calling me was strange; she'd never called me that before. "

Make sure you wash thoroughly, don't miss a single spot..." Perhaps realizing her voice was a bit too "over the top," a hint of shyness flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, and she lowered her head bashfully...

"What?" I was completely bewildered by Xiaoying's antics. What was she up to? A bath without getting clean was no bath at all! Something was definitely up.

"Oh...you're so annoying! I told you to wash properly, so wash properly!" With that, Xiaoying pushed me out of the bedroom.

I stumbled into the bathroom, still dazed. Perhaps I was too tired from last night, my brain short-circuited, and I couldn't quite process what was happening. It wasn't until the shower water hit my face that my mind started to clear. Recalling Xiaoying's behavior and words just now, could she be planning some surprise for me tonight? Was she preparing some kind of compensation?

Thinking of the possible surprise, I carefully washed myself. The desire I'd been holding back from last night hadn't been released, and I could finally unleash it on Xiaoying. With that thought, my fatigue vanished instantly, replaced by anticipation, but also a touch of trepidation. I had to be strong enough to regain my manly dignity.

Finally finished washing, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back to the bedroom. But the moment I opened the door, I froze, instantly captivated by the "beautiful sight" before me. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Xiaoying was wearing an incredibly sexy lingerie set, far more revealing and alluring than the nightgown she'd worn for my father last night. Although she'd worn a sexy nightgown for me once during our trip, this lingerie was far more sensual and revealing. A sheer bra paired with a sheer thong revealed glimpses of Xiaoying's nipples and pubic hair, while her thighs and lower abdomen were also exposed. The lingerie was incredibly sexy, revealing, and seductive, perfectly complementing Xiaoying's stunningly beautiful figure and face—the scene was simply irresistible.

I stood frozen at the door, until Xiaoying shyly pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She gently pushed me onto the bed. I was wearing my pajamas, and Xiaoying was straddling my lap, her arms gently around my neck. Her eyes held a seductive allure I'd never seen before, her breath sweet and fragrant. She gazed at me with such deep affection, and I remained motionless, as if hypnotized by her. Xiaoying was like a fox spirit incarnate; I'd never seen such a look or scene before…

"Husband…" A sweet, enchanting voice reached my ears…

Chapter 106 Wandering

Xiaoying's body was soft and boneless, her fragrance filling my arms. Her breath and body scent wafted onto my face, combined with the incredibly alluring sight, making my penis erect. Xiaoying, straddling me, must have felt my erection. A look of delight crossed her alluring face, but she didn't rush, instead preparing to proceed step by step.

Xiaoying's kiss on my lips was intense. Before, our kisses were only light; this was the first time I'd ever had such a passionate one. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine, and finally, she found it. Our tongues intertwined in a classic French kiss. At that moment, an image flashed through my mind of Xiaoying performing oral sex on my father, my tongue now tracing the length of his penis and scrotum.

I had expected these thoughts to dampen my desire and make me feel sad, but instead, my lust intensified. Perhaps it was the contrast of this scene that allowed my cuckoldry instincts to take over.

Xiaoying's passionate kiss restored some of my emotional balance. At least this French kiss was something my father never experienced; Xiaoying gave me more than my father ever did. Slowly, Xiaoying pushed me down onto the bed. Would Xiaoying dance for me?

"Dad's home, it's not convenient for him to dance for you tonight…" Perhaps Xiaoying had guessed what I was thinking, as she whispered in my ear.

After Xiaoying pushed me down, she gently unbuttoned my pajamas, just like she had done for my father the night before. As I mentally compared it to last night, I enjoyed the service Xiaoying was providing. The constantly shifting scenes in my mind, alternating with reality, gave me a thrilling, stimulating mental experience.

After unbuttoning my pajamas, Xiaoying immediately removed my pajama bottoms and underwear, leaving me completely naked. Upon seeing my nakedness, Xiaoying paused, a flicker of memory and confusion crossing her eyes, tinged with a hint of disappointment. I think she must have been thinking about my father's naked body last night, and was now comparing it to mine. But Xiaoying's confusion vanished in an instant; she focused intently on what she was doing.

Xiaoying lay on top of me, her breasts rubbing against my chest through her sexy lingerie. She began kissing my forehead, then my eyes, nose, earlobes, lips, neck, collarbone… all the way down, finally reaching my nipples. Xiaoying began licking my nipples with her tongue, occasionally sucking them into her mouth.

This was something I had never experienced before. In the past, Xiaoying and I were quite conservative during sex, it was usually the standard kind, rarely adding any romance. Today, Xiaoying, filled with guilt and deep love, was wholeheartedly doing all this for me.

I felt my nipples itchy, but it was also very comfortable. Under Xiaoying's licking, my nipples slowly hardened. Xiaoying licked my nipples for a long time, then her tongue began to slide down… Occasionally, Xiaoying would kiss my abdomen, but mostly she was licking with her tongue. After passing my lower abdomen, Xiaoying came to what was perhaps her favorite place.

"Oh..." My penis was glided over by Xiaoying's tongue, the moist, warm feeling sending a jolt

through my body, making me let out a soft moan of pleasure. Hearing my groan, Xiaoying's eyes lit up with delight, and she began to lick and perform oral sex on me even more diligently. She did the same thing as my father had enjoyed the night before, meticulously licking every part—the glans, coronal sulcus, shaft, scrotum…

"Gulp…" After each bout of oral sex, Xiaoying would swallow her saliva, taking all the "spoils" she had collected. After "serving" my penis for a while, perhaps afraid I would ejaculate too soon, Xiaoying changed her target.

She began licking my inner thighs, then my calves, and finally my feet and toes…

I was completely mesmerized. I had only ever heard of such imperial treatment before, perhaps seen it in AVs and novels, never imagining I would experience it myself, especially from my most virtuous and conservative wife.

I know why Xiaoying is willing to "sacrifice" so much for me. It's because of her love for me, her guilt, her sacrifices, her hard work—she's repaying me for everything, letting me truly feel her love and knowing she's willing to give everything for me. The Xiaoying of the past would never do these things; in her eyes, it was unconventional, even slightly perverted. I never expected her to break her previous principles today. Last night she said she would separate "sex" from "emotion," and now Xiaoying is fulfilling her promise…

My body is now completely under Xiaoying's control; I've given her complete control, and my body is responding to her. A moment later, she gently turned me over, and I silently cooperated. After turning over, I was in a prone position, and Xiaoying lay on my back, licking and kissing me from the back of my neck down, leaving a trail of her saliva on my body.

Slowly, Xiaoying came to my buttocks and began to lick them. Her gentle licking of my buttocks was distracting me; I was enjoying it with my eyes closed, my mind blank. Distracting myself at this moment would diminish my physical sensations.

"Oh…" I suddenly let out a groan, a groan I'd never heard before, because I was experiencing the greatest stimulation I'd ever felt (details omitted, but you know what it is, right? Imagine it…).

I'd heard of the terms "anal licking" and "wandering," but only in legends; I'd never experienced them firsthand. Now I finally understood why Xiaoying had made me take a shower and specifically instructed me to wash every part of my body thoroughly. Now it all made sense.

Xiaoying lingered on that spot, and my whole body went numb, as if I'd been electrocuted. I was completely limp and powerless; it felt so good…

Finally, Xiaoying turned me over again, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at me. She slowly guided my penis, which was now at its maximum erection. Although it couldn't match my father's length and girth, it was comparable to any other normal penis.

Like yesterday with my father, Xiaoying straddled my body. Her expression was different from when she faced my father yesterday. Yesterday, she was like a queen, and my father like a male concubine or gigolo. But facing me, Xiaoying was like a concubine serving me, and I was an emperor enjoying his company. The tenderness and deep love in Xiaoying's eyes were something she hadn't shown when facing my father.

Slowly, Xiaoying squatted down, and only then did I realize that Xiaoying's thong was… open-crotch. There was a slit in the middle of the crotch fabric, completely allowing my penis to pass through. I knew this thong was specially prepared for me and wouldn't be used by my father. Why? Because his egg-sized glans couldn't fit inside; it was only suitable for me.

As I pondered this, Xiaoying suddenly thrust her penis inside me, enveloping me in warm, moist air. Thinking of Xiaoying's vagina, which my father had penetrated at this time yesterday, my lust intensified.

The only regret was that Xiaoying's vagina didn't seem as tight as before. Had it been dilated by my father's penetration? Perhaps I was mistaken, but the feeling inside Xiaoying's vagina was definitely different. After all, I had penetrated her countless times.

After Xiaoying inserted my penis, she let out a soft moan, "Oh…," though I couldn't tell if it was genuine or just an act. Xiaoying adjusted her body and began to move up and down, facing me in a "lotus position" position. Remembering how Xiaoying had always faced away from her father last night, refusing to have intercourse face-to-face, a sense of superiority flickered in my mind. Xiaoying was completely different to me and my father; perhaps this was the difference between "sex" and "affection."

Xiaoying began to move her body against mine, my penis sliding in and out of her vagina. Waves of pleasure surged through my penis; perhaps due to the stimulation of the previous "wandering," the pleasure was incredibly intense. Slowly, I felt myself about to ejaculate.

"Don't ejaculate! Please don't ejaculate! Can't you be a little more forceful? It hasn't even been two minutes yet!" Feeling the urge to ejaculate was imminent, I cried out inwardly, knowing I was about to "lose my armor" again.

"Ouch..." Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my penis, causing me to cry out in surprise and gasp. My penis was only 12 centimeters long, while my father's was a full 10 centimeters longer. Perhaps Xiaoying had adapted to the rhythm of intercourse with my father last night; my penis wasn't as long as his. As a result, Xiaoying wasn't paying attention, and one of the movements was too large for the length of my penis. My penis was accidentally pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina. She didn't react in time and squatted down, her hips, clad in a thong, landing squarely on my erect glans.

Everyone knows that a man's penis is very fragile, and the glans is especially sensitive. Xiaoying almost broke my penis by sitting on it like that; a sharp pain shot from my penis to my brain. Seeing me gasping and crying out in pain, she finally understood what had happened. She frantically touched my penis, gently rubbing it.

"Honey, are you alright? Are you okay...?" Seeing my pain, and knowing my already weak health, Xiaoying's voice trembled with worry, her usual alluring charm instantly replaced by concern and heartache.

This accident was truly a spoilsport. We were just getting into it, about to have sex, and then this happened, instantly extinguishing my desire to ejaculate.

"Ouch... I'm fine. You almost broke it, haha, honey, don't worry, look, it's still hard..." Seeing Xiaoying's worried and tearful expression, I quickly comforted her. Perhaps it was the lingering afterglow of the recent stimulation, but even though my penis was pressed down and the urge to ejaculate had disappeared, it didn't go soft; it remained erect.

Looking at my still-hard penis, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. My sexual ability was not far from fully recovering. Although even if it fully recovered, it wouldn't be as good as my exceptionally gifted father, it would at least restore my male pride to its highest level.

"Honey... are you really okay?" Xiaoying wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. Seeing my forced smile, she still felt heartache and shed tears. She had seen my pain just now, and it wasn't faked.

"I'm really okay, honey, look, it's still hard. If something was wrong, it would have gone soft long ago..." I helped wipe away Xiaoying's tears. The usually sexy and alluring Xiaoying now looked pitiful, making me want to comfort her.

"Are you... alright, honey?" With my help, Xiaoying wiped away her tears and looked at my erect penis. She asked cautiously, seeking my opinion: continue if I wanted, stop if I didn't.

"Of course... come on, let's continue." I felt the pain in my penis had subsided, so I lay back down, waiting for Xiaoying to sit on top of me again.

Xiaoying looked down at my penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, then looked up at me, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes. My wife looked at the noticeably red glans, knowing the pain hadn't completely subsided. Finally, she looked into my eyes, a deep affection and determination in them, before looking down again...

"Oh..." I had expected Xiaoying to straddle me and reinsert my penis into her vagina, but instead, she took my penis into her mouth again and began to gently perform oral sex on me. My penis was almost completely inside her mouth, her tongue gently caressing the glans, and the pain in my glans lessened again.

"No... Xiaoying... dirty... hiss..." I thought about how my penis had just been pulled from Xiaoying's vagina, covered in our love juices and foam. Making Xiaoying perform oral sex on me like this felt like a desecration. I gently pushed Xiaoying's head away, trying to get her to stop and spit out my penis, but Xiaoying firmly pushed my hand away with her head, continuing to perform oral sex and "caress" me.

Looking at Xiaoying stubbornly performing oral sex on me, a tenderness flashed in my eyes, and my heart warmed. How could I not understand Xiaoying's feelings? She was using her actions to express her love and affection for me. The slight displeasure I felt vanished in that moment, at least in that moment...

I stopped stopping Xiaoying. I stroked her hair, accepting the "affection" she was giving me with peace. Because my penis had just suffered a setback, Xiaoying probably felt that having sex with me vaginally wasn't safe, and might even cause "secondary" damage to my penis. So she actually used her mouth to serve me, and in such a dirty situation, she was giving me oral sex...

"Uh... ah... oh..." After about ten minutes, stimulated by the "wandering" just now, coupled with Xiaoying's increasingly better oral sex skills, I finally reached my limit and ejaculated in Xiaoying's mouth. The pleasure of ejaculation at that moment, combined with the visual impact of the scene just now, made this ejaculation seem much more than usual. Xiaoying's mouth never left my penis, using her mouth to collect all the semen I ejaculated...

Chapter 107 Release of Love

At the moment of ejaculation, pleasure circulated and repeated from the soles of my feet to my brain. I had never felt so comfortable before. It has to be said that Xiaoying, with her stunning beauty and flawless "bedroom skills," is truly irresistible to men. No wonder my father was so infatuated with her.

After I ejaculated the last drop of semen, Xiaoying's mouth left my penis. She then swallowed the mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid. During this process, she seemed to struggle slightly, but ultimately swallowed it. It was clear she still had reservations about this, but she did it for me anyway.

Xiaoying gagged a few times, then used her mouth to "clean" my penis again. She gagged several more times during this process, but managed to hold it in. Xiaoying's actions were completely unexpected; in fact, everything she did tonight was unexpected, including her roaming and anal licking…

As the pleasure slowly subsided, I opened my eyes. Although it was unexpected, I didn't show too much surprise. When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiaoying still kneeling beside me, slowly shedding tears, staring blankly at me. I didn't know what she was thinking; perhaps she felt wronged.

"Wife, what's wrong?" I sat up, looking puzzled, and asked her, completely baffled as to why she was crying.

"Husband, do you think I'm lewd and shameless?" Xiaoying continued to sob softly.

"No, wife, why would you think that? Weren't things fine just now?" I was stunned by Xiaoying's question. Her crying made me unable to think about it carefully. Whenever Xiaoying cried, my first thought was to comfort her.

After hearing my words, Xiaoying suddenly threw herself into my arms, buried her face in my shoulder, and stroked my back with her hands, crying even harder. Involuntarily, I hugged her tightly and gently comforted her with my hands.

"Husband, I can do anything for you, really. If one day, if I could exchange my life for yours, I would do it without hesitation..." Xiaoying murmured between sobs in my ear, expressing her love.

"Honey, why are you suddenly so sentimental? Don't say such discouraging things. Aren't we always doing well?" Xiaoying's emotional state at this moment left me somewhat bewildered, so I could only gently comfort her.

"It's nothing, honey, I'm just a little scared. Honey, you'll love me forever, right?" Xiaoying raised her tear-streaked face, two lines of tears still clinging to her cheeks.

"Of course, of course I'll love you forever. Why are you suddenly asking this? You're acting so strange today." I cupped her face in my hands, looking into her tearful eyes.

"Honey, what I did for you just now... did you... did you secretly laugh at me?" Xiaoying suddenly lowered her head, not daring to face me, and asked this question in a low voice.

"Laugh at you? Why would I laugh at you? I'm so grateful to my wife, you've done so much for me."

"Aren't you surprised that I suddenly did all this for you?" Hearing Xiaoying ask this, was she about to confess about her relationship with her father? At this moment, I inexplicably became nervous; I wasn't prepared for this response.

"Yeah, before, you wouldn't do it for me, so why are you doing it now?" Although I was nervous, I still asked the question in a normal way.

"I hope you get better soon, my husband. Since you got sick, you haven't been able to properly enjoy sex. Until you recover, I'll try my best to let you experience perfect sex, even if it means sacrificing a lot for you. At first, I didn't want to do these things for you because I didn't want you to think I was too promiscuous. I've always been a virtuous wife in your eyes. Actually, I wanted to do these things for you before, but I was too reserved and afraid you would laugh at me. Husband, I care so much about the impression I have on you..." Xiaoying continued to confide in me, her head bowed. I had mentioned the requests for roaming and anal licking to Xiaoying during our honeymoon, but she thought it was too much and refused. I also felt that it was too unfair to make Xiaoying do these things, so I didn't bring it up again after that.

"Wife, no, actually I'm very happy that you can do all this for me. A woman who's elegant in public, skilled in the kitchen, a mature woman in bed, and a seductive vixen in private—that's what every man dreams of. Originally, you only did the first three, but now you've done all four! Hehe, I'm overjoyed! No matter what you do, you'll always be my beloved Xiaoying. You, Father, Haohao, the three of you are the three closest and most important people to me..." I hugged Xiaoying tightly again, gently comforting her. She had just said so much; it was clear how much pain and struggle she had endured during our special sexual encounter, but in the end, she overcame the pressure and did it all for me.

"Ugh, who are you calling a seductive vixen?" Xiaoying laughed through her tears, gently biting my shoulder and lightly punching it with her small pink fist.

"Of course...of course it's you, wife...haha." After saying this, I didn't mind the strange smell on Xiaoying's breath and kissed her fiercely. At that moment, I realized my penis was erect again, something that hadn't happened in a long time. My renewed arousal filled me with irrepressible joy. Suppressing my excitement, I kissed Xiaoying. She seemed to sense everything, responding passionately to my advances…

“Husband, this time, love me fiercely… oh…” Seeing Xiaoying’s pink vulva, the image of my father’s penis penetrating it flashed through my mind. My growing lust made me involuntarily kiss the vulva my father had once penetrated…

The second time, I penetrated Xiaoying’s vagina with unbridled pleasure. Finally, Xiaoying reached orgasm, but whether she was thinking of me or my father during that orgasm, I couldn’t know, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask her.

After our lovemaking, I held Xiaoying in my arms as we lay on the bed. Perhaps she was too tired; she was now fast asleep, a faint smile on her face. It seemed my gradual recovery brought her genuine joy and happiness. Holding Xiaoying, my mind raced. Everything that had happened tonight was too sudden; I needed time to process it all.

Xiaoying's actions and words tonight were filled with many complex emotions. She was using her actions to interpret her love for me, embodying what she called "affection," but it was also mixed with guilt. If she didn't feel guilty towards me, would she have done all this for me tonight? Perhaps she would, perhaps she wouldn't, but she definitely would in the future; it's just a matter of time. She was expressing her love for me, but also for my health. The guilt she felt from being with her father acted as a catalyst at this moment.

She has always stipulated that she separates sex from affection; she can give "sex" to her father, but not "affection" to him; her "affection" is reserved only for me. But does Xiaoying have "affection" for her father? I think she does. After all, during the time her father was in an accident, Xiaoying's behavior went beyond mere familial affection; there was definitely love involved. However, compared to familial affection, romantic love accounted for a very small proportion. Although she always believed that she had no "affection" for her father, she herself might not know that her father had left a seed of love in her heart. "The shortcut to a woman's heart is her vagina"—Zhang Ailing's statement is absolutely true. Xiaoying and her father have experienced so much intimacy, even life and death, so even if some "feelings" developed, I don't find it strange; after all, they are lovers.

Everyone has different views on love. Xiaoying may have always thought she had no "feelings" for her father, but I believe she did. Love, after all, has no fixed definition. Who can truly say whether there is affection or not? Countless writers and legends throughout history have interpreted the definition of love, yet in the end, there is no fixed, accurate summary.

Looking at Xiaoying sleeping peacefully with a smile, thinking of everything she has done for me, I smiled back and lovingly stroked her hair. Xiaoying shook her head in her sleep, then fell asleep again. It was clear she was truly tired. As long as she loves me, that's enough. Why should I dwell on whether Xiaoying has "feelings" for her father? At least Xiaoying's "affection" for my father is definitely not as much as for me. What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other? Would Xiaoying be willing to give her life for me if I were in danger? I believe in her, and that's enough.

I slept soundly in Xiaoying's arms all night, and went to work the next day. Xiaoying also went to work, leaving my father alone at home. My mother-in-law was coming to visit him with Hao Hao today, so I let them have a good family reunion. For the next few days, everything at home was normal. Because I came home every night, my father and Xiaoying were very "well-behaved," and the security camera footage showed nothing unusual.

Finally, the company gave me another day off, and Xiaoying and I took my father out shopping. Since the accident, my father had been staying in the hospital and at home, almost going stir-crazy. Finally being able to get some fresh air, he seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps because today was mainly to help my father relax, Xiaoying introduced this and that to him on the street, buying him this and that, while "neglecting" me, her husband. I didn't think too much about that, since Xiaoying and I were mainly focused on getting my father to go shopping and relax.

It was tough on me the whole way, carrying bags and bags of things Xiaoying had bought – clothes for me, things for Xiaoying herself, but mostly for my father. He was recovering from a serious illness and needed a lot of things, so it was also a way of celebrating for him. My father wasn't fully recovered, so all the burden fell on my shoulders. Watching Xiaoying leading him shopping, and then looking at the bags and bags on my own arms and shoulders… Xiaoying handled all the shopping for the family, including all my clothes. At this point, I couldn't help much; I could only be a laborer. The weight of the bags made me smile wryly, but seeing my father's beaming face, it all seemed worthwhile (does this feel a bit cruel to those without a cuckold's mentality?).

Finally, we went into a jewelry store. Xiaoying looked around at the counter, her eyes practically gleaming with greed. Women have an unwavering love for jewelry; it's a common trait among women, and Xiaoying is no exception.

"Honey, are you buying jewelry?" I asked, watching Xiaoying browse the jewelry display case. Of course, it wasn't that I was stingy; as long as Xiaoying liked it and could afford it, I was willing to buy it for her.

"No, I'm just looking around. These pieces are all so expensive. We're not exactly wealthy right now, so it's best not to waste money. Jewelry is beautiful, but it doesn't have much practical value." Xiaoying, like me, is a pragmatist. She generally doesn't like buying things like fur coats or other jewelry. In her words, "What's the use? If you don't wear it, you still live the same. A woman's beauty doesn't come from clothes and jewelry." Xiaoying is right. Even in simple clothes, her ethereal beauty is unmatched by those ostentatious women adorned with gold and silver.

Finally, Xiaoying stopped at a bracelet. It was a mix of pearls, agate, jade, and emerald, a vibrant array of colors, shimmering with iridescent luster. Simple yet luxurious, it was incredibly beautiful, even making me, a grown man, glance at it a few more times. Xiaoying seemed to really like it. Her gaze lingered on this bracelet the longest, but its price was over ten thousand yuan, a price Xiaoying absolutely couldn't accept. I saw a slight hint of disappointment flash across Xiaoying's eyes after seeing the price, but she didn't make a purchase. After one last, lingering look, she pretended to be uninterested and continued looking at other items, glancing at the other jewelry briefly before finally leading us out of the jewelry store. I knew Xiaoying really liked that bracelet, and I was determined to buy it for her no matter what. Although my family had incurred significant expenses due to my father's accident and hospitalization (the insurance company and company compensation hadn't been received yet), I could still afford it, as long as Xiaoying liked it. It's just that I didn't bring enough cash today, and I hadn't brought my bank card either.

"I'll secretly buy it for her sometime when I have time, to surprise her, hehe," I thought to myself happily. I pictured Xiaoying's surprised expression when she saw the bracelet. Would she give me a passionate kiss then? After

finally finishing shopping and returning home, I put my things down and lay down on the bed, panting heavily. The shopping trip had exhausted me, but seeing my father's still happy expression, Xiaoying and I felt it was all worth it. Seeing my tired state, Xiaoying sat by the bed and gently massaged my thighs. Perhaps because my father was in a good mood today, he insisted on cooking for Xiaoying and me tonight. He really insisted, so we let him have his way. Besides, he's almost fully recovered and can easily handle the housework.

The delicious meal ended amidst laughter and conversation. Later that evening, after another passionate night with Xiaoying, we both fell asleep, exhausted. Perhaps because I was so tired from the day, I slept soundly, and my precious day off was over just like that…

The following days passed as usual. I was busy with work every day. Due to the company's anniversary celebration, there was a lot of preparation work to do, and the workload was overwhelming. Every evening when I got home, Xiaoying and my father would have prepared dinner for me. Because my father often had visitors during the day, he and Xiaoying didn't have any overly intimate contact at home, although their relationship was becoming increasingly harmonious, and of course, there was a bit of ambiguity.

Since Xiaoying completely opened up to me, I've enjoyed the bliss of having two women. I must say, after Xiaoying completely opened up to me, she was sometimes really wild. A few nights she almost drained me dry. Perhaps because of what my father did to her, it was very difficult for Xiaoying to reach orgasm during sex, and even when she did, it wasn't nearly as intense as what my father gave her. That was the only thing I felt was lacking…

Chapter 108 Business Trip 2

The company's anniversary celebration preparations are complete. Due to needs, the company needs to send me to a branch office in another city for three days to provide support. The company is opening a new branch and needs to help with business district planning and market research. As a company leader, I have to go and direct the operations, so I have to go on a three-day business trip.

Perhaps it's been a long time since I've seen Xiaoying and my father's sex life. This short business trip might be a good opportunity. Giving the two of them three days alone, what kind of sparks will fly? I couldn't help but imagine what was about to happen. My father's health has fully recovered after such a long period of recuperation. In these three days, Xiaoying probably won't be the one initiating our sex life. My biggest question is whether Xiaoying or my father will take the initiative this time?

Since the branch office is located in a city with an airport, I can fly directly from Harbin, so I can take a flight that evening, which will only take two hours. I'm leaving tonight, and Xiaoying is packing my bags before I go. Because the business trip is short and not far, there isn't much to prepare, but Xiaoying still grumbles and packs a lot of things for me, worried that I won't eat or sleep well in a foreign place.

After this period of passionate sex with Xiaoying, and that heart-to-heart talk that night, Xiaoying has become increasingly attached to me, and the deep affection in her eyes is undeniable. People say that marriage is the grave of love, but Xiaoying and I's feelings for each other after marriage haven't weakened; on the contrary, they've deepened, especially after my father's accident. With the support of family ties and guilt, Xiaoying and I's love has intensified a second time.

The moment I heard I was going on a business trip, I thought Xiaoying would be secretly excited about being alone with her father. But her first reaction was reluctance and sadness, something she never usually showed even when I was away for a week. Before I left, Xiaoying kept giving me instructions, and my father said goodbye again.

Sitting on the plane, I wondered if Xiaoying and my father would immediately start making love after I left. After all, it was only a little past eight in the evening; there was plenty of time to do whatever. Because the plane was crowded, I couldn't use my laptop to monitor everything at home, even though I had a Wi-Fi card, and wireless communication devices weren't allowed on the plane. I could only suppress my eagerness and wait until I arrived at my destination, then record and review everything at home.

Was Xiaoying in my father's room now? Had they already started? At that moment, the image of Xiaoying on top of my father that night, thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina, flashed through my mind. Thinking of this, my penis involuntarily became erect. Because I was wearing thin pants, a small tent formed in my crotch on the plane. I tried hard to stop fantasizing and let my penis go soft. But at this time, and with the advantage of only the two of them at home, I couldn't help but fantasize. In the end, I could only naturally press my hands against my hips to cover my erect penis that refused to go soft. I realized that my body had fully recovered; at least in the past, I couldn't get an erection through fantasies.

Upon reaching my destination, I turned on my phone as soon as I got off the plane. Less than half a minute after turning it on, my phone rang. Xiaoying knew the approximate arrival time of the plane beforehand. It was already past 11 p.m., yet Xiaoying called right on time as I got off the plane. It seemed my fantasies were probably correct; at least it proved that Xiaoying hadn't slept. She was probably worried about me and had stayed up to let me let her know I arrived safely; more likely, Xiaoying and her father had just finished a passionate encounter, and Xiaoying called me immediately afterward.

Xiaoying asked about my situation on the phone, showing concern and care, which warmed my heart. During this process, I tried to discern Xiaoying's tone of voice. If she had just finished with my father, her voice should have been somewhat hurried or unsteady. However, Xiaoying was very quiet, and her tone of voice was exactly the same as usual, which made me even more eager for the upcoming surveillance playback.

As I exited the station, staff from the branch office met me and took me to the hotel I had booked in advance. It was already past midnight. After seeing the staff off, I endured my fatigue and quickly sat down in my hotel room and turned on my laptop. My hands were trembling; I seemed somewhat impatient, unsure whether it was fear or anticipation.

Finally, the computer surveillance camera turned on, and everything in the house was displayed. I first opened the surveillance footage of my father's bedroom. Because Xiaoying and my father almost always had their encounters in his bedroom, I preemptively opened the footage from his bedroom, but what I saw was unexpected.

I saw my father lying quietly on his bed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep, only occasionally turning over, not in a deep sleep. Xiaoying wasn't in his room. He was neatly dressed in his pajamas, and the sheets and blankets were still on—it didn't look like they had just been intimate. Had they finished? Was Xiaoying taking a shower? I immediately checked the bathroom security camera; it was empty, pitch black, without a trace of anyone. Finally, I checked my bedroom security camera. Xiaoying was lying quietly on the bed, wearing her original emerald green nightgown, her hair smooth, her appearance perfectly tidy, seemingly fast asleep. None of this suggested they had been intimate. Had they not? In my mind, taking advantage of my rare night away, they should have immediately engaged in sexual intercourse. I adjusted the video time, freezing it at the moment I left home.

After I left, my father seemed to sense what was about to happen. He sat quietly on the sofa, watching TV, but his gaze kept drifting to Xiaoying, who was tidying up the house. His anticipation and nervousness were palpable. After I left, Xiaoying stood at the door for a while, her eyes still filled with reluctance. Then she sighed and began tidying up, but she seemed somewhat distracted. She tidied quietly, never once looking at my father, though occasionally her eyes would reveal a hint of longing and reluctance. It was clear that after I left, Xiaoying's first thought wasn't about having sex with my father, but rather that she was still immersed in missing me. During this time, Xiaoying and I deepened our relationship, making her increasingly attached to me.

Finally, Xiaoying finished tidying up. It was past 9 pm, and only then did she focus her attention on my father. He was quietly watching TV, but his eyes kept glancing at Xiaoying, as if he was waiting, after all, Xiaoying had taken the initiative last time. Xiaoying might have noticed her father's glance out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't respond. Instead, she turned and went back to our bedroom. Once inside, she changed into her emerald green nightgown. Was she ready to go out and start their "battle" with her father?

Her father, who was watching TV in the living room, was now completely focused on Xiaoying's bedroom door. He heard her changing, and his longing and anticipation grew stronger. He was anxiously waiting; he had been holding back for a long time. After changing, Xiaoying sat on the bed, her gaze also fixed on her bedroom door. Xiaoying and her father looked at each other through the door, but they couldn't see each other. Hesitation and struggle flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, but after a moment, her emotions were replaced by longing and memories. Finally, she turned her gaze to our wedding photo, staring blankly at me in it, her longing growing stronger.

At this moment, her father was still waiting, watching Xiaoying's bedroom door, while Xiaoying stared blankly at my photo, even though she had seen our wedding photos countless times. Finally, Xiaoying sighed, a resolute glint in her eyes, and then she stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Is she going out to make love to her father?" This had happened before; Xiaoying would look at our wedding photo for a while, hesitate, and then ultimately go out to make love to her father. I eagerly awaited what was about to happen.

Xiaoying opened the door, and her father, who had been anxiously waiting, instantly turned his gaze to the television, as if he had been watching TV the whole time. Xiaoying didn't go out after opening the door, but simply stood in the doorway, looking at her father.

"Dad, it's late, go to sleep. Don't watch too much TV; it's not good for your recovery," Xiaoying said gently to her father with a normal expression.

"Hmm..." Hearing Xiaoying tell him to go to sleep, perhaps excited by the prospect of making love with her later, the father nodded and quickly got up to turn off the TV. But as soon as he turned off the TV, a sound made him freeze, bewildered. The sound was Xiaoying's bedroom door closing. After speaking to her father and receiving his response, Xiaoying turned and closed the door, then turned off the bedroom light.

This wasn't like the script. Normally, Xiaoying should have gone to his bedroom with him, or perhaps that's what her father thought too. He stood there dumbfounded for a while before he realized what was happening. He knew Xiaoying meant she wasn't planning on having sex with him tonight and wanted him to go back to sleep and stop waiting. How could Xiaoying not have guessed that her father had been waiting for her? She had unwittingly rejected her father's advances that night.

After a moment of stunned silence, a flicker of disappointment crossed the father's eyes, but he obediently returned to his bedroom and quietly lay down on his bed. At this moment, if the father had been bolder and taken the initiative to go to Xiaoying's bedroom to make love, Xiaoying probably wouldn't have refused. However, since the incident, the father had become very timid and always obeyed Xiaoying's every word. Just like last time, it was Xiaoying who initiated it; the father hadn't completely let go yet.

Meanwhile, after returning to her bedroom, Xiaoying lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Did she regret her decision? Otherwise, she wouldn't be tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Would she change her mind and go to her father's bedroom again? But Xiaoying's next actions told me I was wrong. Xiaoying lay there for a while, then checked the time on her phone. She repeated this several times until, after checking the time for the last time, a glint of joy flashed in her eyes. She then dialed a number, but it seemed the call didn't go through. She frowned and put down her phone. After waiting for half a minute, Xiaoying dialed the phone again. It didn't answer, so she put it down again, repeating this process more than ten times before the call finally went through. It turned out she couldn't sleep because she was waiting for me to get off the plane; she was waiting for me to call and ask if I was safe. Seeing this, I realized I had wronged Xiaoying; she had been waiting for me. Perhaps my sudden departure from home made Xiaoying very uncomfortable, as it made her lose all desire to have sex with her father that night. Her mind was filled with my image; no one else mattered.

After calling me, Xiaoying put down her phone, a sweet smile on her face. She glanced at her bedroom door, shook her hair, and wearily closed her eyes, falling peacefully asleep. Perhaps before she fell asleep, the thought of having sex with her father still involuntarily flashed through her mind, but in the lingering feeling of having called me, she ultimately gave up. Afterwards, I fast-forwarded the video call up to the present moment; nothing had happened, and we were both peacefully in our respective bedrooms.

The next day, I began the arduous work of market research and business district planning, working tirelessly all day. In the evening, colleagues from the branch office had a dinner gathering. Unable to refuse their hospitality, despite my repeated refusals, I, as their supervisor, was dragged along. At the table, everyone drank and laughed merrily. During the meal, I glanced at my phone; it was already 8 PM. It suddenly dawned on me that Xiaoying hadn't called me all day. Usually, she would call me twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Why hadn't she called yet? Had something happened? Impossible. If something had happened to Xiaoying, her father would have called to tell me. Could it be that Xiaoying and her father were enjoying themselves and had forgotten to call me? No way! Thinking of this possibility, my heart ached, even though I had just been basking in the glow of love.

Should I call Xiaoying now? What if she and her father were…? Would it disturb her? Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, my phone rang. It was Xiaoying calling. I answered the phone.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Xiaoying spoke to me gently, but there seemed to be something off about her tone, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"I'm having drinks and dinner with my colleagues. I'm exhausted after a long day." Hearing that Xiaoying was alright, I finally felt relieved.

"Why didn't you call me today?" Xiaoying suddenly asked me, sounding a little sad. Her mood struck me as odd.

"Didn't you always call me first, honey?" Although it felt strange, I didn't think much of it and replied with a lighthearted laugh on the phone.

"Then why couldn't you call me first today?" Xiaoying said, her voice almost trembling with tears. She must have missed me terribly, which was why she was throwing a tantrum because I hadn't called first. Ever since our love blossomed again, Xiaoying had been very affectionate with me, acting like a young girl in love.

"Okay, honey, be good at home, don't be naughty. I'm having dinner with my colleagues. Let's talk on the phone tomorrow. Go to sleep early, I'm hanging up now." Just then, my colleagues were about to toast, and I didn't care about Xiaoying's tantrum. After confirming that she was alright, I quickly hung up. After all, having a long phone conversation at a dinner party would be considered inappropriate by the other people at the table.

"Wait, honey, don't you have anything else to say to me?" Xiaoying quickly stopped me from hanging up the phone, asking me anxiously. Xiaoying is becoming more and more like a little girl, so clingy.

"Oh, okay, sweet wife, stop it, my colleagues are toasting, I'll hang up now, I'll apologize to you tomorrow, *kiss*..." Watching my colleagues raise their glasses for so long, I kissed Xiaoying on the phone and hurriedly hung up, not even noticing what Xiaoying said at the end.

Little did I know that it was because I hurriedly hung up on Xiaoying that I made an irreparable mistake and left me with a huge regret...

Chapter 109 Remedial After

drinking with my colleagues, I returned to the hotel, it was almost 10:30 pm. Although I drank a lot, years of drinking for business has honed my alcohol tolerance, and although my head was a little dizzy, my mind was still quite clear. After a quick wash, I sat on the bed and opened my laptop.

I don't know when it started, but I've developed a habit of watching the home security camera footage every night before bed. Right now, I'm away on a business trip, and anything could happen at home. Last night, Xiaoying wasn't in the mood for intimacy with my father because of my sudden departure. So what about tonight? After a day of trying to calm things down, Xiaoying should be able to relax and be intimate with her father, right?

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the strange phone call Xiaoying made to me earlier. I hadn't had time to think about it because of the dinner table, but now, thinking back, it seems like something's wrong with Xiaoying. I took out my phone to call Xiaoying back, but then I suddenly remembered, what if Xiaoying is with my father… wouldn't calling now disturb them? I'd better wait and see what's going on at home first.

I turned on the computer security camera, first checking my bedroom. My bedroom was empty. It was already past 10:40 PM. Xiaoying wasn't in her bedroom, so… I excitedly turned on the camera in my father's bedroom. What I saw made me incredibly excited. Xiaoying was lying on my father's bed, completely naked, her body utterly bare. The vaginal opening below seemed not to be completely closed, still retaining traces of semen. A thick cotton blanket was placed under Xiaoying's buttocks, now covered in smeared semen, white and not completely dried. It seems my previous guess was correct; Xiaoying placed the blanket under herself this time so that she wouldn't need to change the sheets after each time she had sex with her father, only needing to wash the blanket briefly.

Her father was also completely naked, his thick, long penis now limp, hanging weakly between his legs, covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, shimmering fluorescently in the night. He lay on his back, one hand gently kneading Xiaoying's 34D breasts, her white, full breasts changing shape in his hand. Their breathing was still uneven, seemingly savoring the afterglow of their orgasm. Xiaoying's hair was disheveled, and there seemed to be some liquid reflecting off her neck, face, collarbone, shoulders, and breasts—perhaps saliva left from her father's recent kisses. The blankets and sheets were messy, and the pillows were out of place. Everything seemed to have just ended; the disarray of the room suggested how intense their lovemaking had been. I knew I couldn't call Xiaoying now; I'd have to wait until tomorrow to ask what happened.

How did it start tonight? Was it her father or Xiaoying who initiated it? What positions did they use? Did they make any breakthroughs? It seemed I'd missed something exciting, but thankfully there was a security camera. While they were lying side-by-side recovering, I started playing back the footage, freezing the moment Xiaoying got off work.

Xiaoying returned home, and her father was cooking in the kitchen. Although I was away, leaving only Xiaoying and her father, the meal seemed quite lavish. Was her father planning a candlelight dinner with Xiaoying? Taking advantage of my absence to enjoy some alone time with her?

"You're back. Wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon." Seeing Xiaoying enter the house, her father poked his head out of the kitchen and smiled as he spoke to her.

"Okay, don't make too much food. It's just the two of us today; we won't be able to finish it all." Xiaoying seemed a little tired. She tossed her bag onto the sofa and sat down to rest.

After resting for a while, Xiaoying took out her phone from her bag, looked at it, and then seemed somewhat disappointed and annoyed. "She must be checking if I've called or texted her, right?" I suddenly thought, watching the security camera footage. Seeing that Xiaoying was thinking of me all the time filled me with warmth and gratitude.

Xiaoying checked her phone and, finding no missed calls or messages from me, returned to her bedroom with her phone and bag, somewhat disappointed. She then changed into her nightgown. After changing, Xiaoying sat on the bed and checked her phone every now and then. I fast-forwarded through the video on my computer. Xiaoying sat on the bed in the bedroom the whole time. An hour passed on the monitor, and Xiaoying looked at her phone countless times. Several times, she seemed to want to make a call, but she hung up before the call connected. It seems Xiaoying still misses me very much. Judging from this situation, Xiaoying's emotions are no different from last night. So what happened that led to Xiaoying's financial battle with her father tonight, resulting in a completely different outcome than last night?

"Xiaoying, dinner is ready." Just as Xiaoying picked up her phone again to make a call, her father knocked on the door, calling her to eat.

"Ah, okay." Hearing her father's knock, Xiaoying put her phone on the bed and prepared to go out of the bedroom to eat. But as soon as she reached the door, she stopped, a moment of hesitation flashing across her face. Then she turned back to the bedside, picked up her phone, and went out of the bedroom to eat with her father.

Although there were only four dishes today, they were very plentiful. It seems her father put a lot of effort and thought into preparing dinner tonight. Xiaoying's indifference last night must have made her father sense something, so he specially cooked a delicious dinner tonight to cheer her up.

Seeing Xiaoying come out of her room and sit at the table, her father took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, along with two wine glasses. Returning to the table, he poured a small glass of wine for both Xiaoying and himself. Everything seemed like a candlelight dinner just for the two of them. After pouring the wine, her father raised his glass.

"Xiaoying, I know you can't drink, but today is a special day, so just have a little, just this half glass of wine. Okay?" her father said gently, holding up his glass, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.

"Okay, this little bit of wine is nothing. Dad, thank you for making so many delicious dishes." Hearing her father's words, Xiaoying also picked up her wine glass and clinked it with her father's.

"Jincheng isn't home today, so let me celebrate your birthday in his place. Happy birthday..." After my father finished speaking, the two clinked glasses and then downed their wine in one gulp.

"Boom..." My brain exploded. Today... today is Xiaoying's birthday. Yes, today is indeed Xiaoying's birthday. Damn it, how could I forget? I remembered Xiaoying's birthday a while ago, and even reminded myself in my spare time. I even thought about buying Xiaoying's favorite jewelry bracelet and giving it to her on her birthday as a surprise. But I've been so busy with work lately, busy with the company celebration and business trips to open branch offices, that I completely forgot the date and actually forgot Xiaoying's birthday.

It was only then that I remembered Xiaoying's phone call. "Honey, why didn't you call me today?" "Couldn't you have called me first today?" "Honey, don't hang up, don't you have anything to say to me?"... All the unusual things Xiaoying said on the phone finally became clear. It turned out Xiaoying was waiting, waiting for me to call her on her birthday to wish her a happy birthday. Even though I wasn't home and didn't have a chance to prepare a gift, just a phone call, a simple blessing, would have made her happy. But I, who had forgotten her birthday, was foolishly rushing off to drink with my colleagues, and in the end, I forcibly hung up on Xiaoying.

Oh no! At that moment, I realized I had made a huge mistake—forgetting my beloved wife's birthday! Could there be anything more awful? No wonder Xiaoying sounded tearful on the phone, waiting for my blessing, only to have me forget and hang up on her. Xiaoying's sadness was unimaginable. If it were me, I would definitely be angry and resentful too.

Now, remembering Xiaoying's birthday, I checked the time on my computer. An hour had passed since I watched the security camera replay; it was 11:48 PM, and the day would be over in 12 minutes. There was still time. Although Xiaoying would still be angry, it wasn't too late to mend things. At that moment, I didn't care whether it was appropriate to call home, or whether I would disturb my father and Xiaoying. Xiaoying's birthday made me forget everything else. I frantically grabbed my phone, ready to call Xiaoying to apologize and make up for my mistake. My hands trembled as I scrolled through my contacts, my eyes constantly glancing at the time on the computer screen, afraid I'd miss midnight.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The call finally went through. My palms started sweating as I prepared to apologize to Xiaoying. The phone kept ringing, but no one answered. Finally, the call ended automatically when the time was up. Xiaoying's phone remained unreachable. I checked the time; two minutes had passed, the time was 11:50. I dialed again, but still no answer. I dialed again, still no answer…

Slowly, another five minutes passed, the time stopping at 11:55. Why wasn't Xiaoying answering? Was she still angry with me? At this moment, while continuing to dial, I turned on the home security camera. What I saw surprised me greatly. My father and Xiaoying had resumed their sexual activity. Xiaoying lay on her back on the bed, her body swaying back and forth with my father's thrusts. Her breasts swayed in circles with each stroke, the pink nipples and areolas drawing elegant lines in the night. Xiaoying's long, slender legs were pushed up to her chest by her father, her legs arranged in an "M" shape. Between her legs, a veiny "python" was inserted. Her father's thick, long penis thrust in and out of Xiaoying's vagina, his hairy hips slamming against hers. Their pubic hair repeatedly overlapped and separated, now sticky and wet with vaginal fluid.

"Slap slap slap slap..." The sounds of their hips colliding echoed in the alluring night. Each time, her father withdrew completely, leaving only the glans inside Xiaoying's vagina, before plunging back in completely, their hips and pubic hair overlapping and sticking together. Her father pushed Xiaoying's knees with both hands, arranging her legs in an "M" shape. Because of her dance background, Xiaoying was very flexible, easily performing splits. At this moment, her knees were almost pushed up to her breasts by her father. Because her father had pushed Xiaoying's legs so far, her entire lower body and buttocks were off the bed, her buttocks now higher than her upper body and head. Both of them were breathing heavily. Xiaoying's cherry-like mouth was now fully open, emitting high-pitched, melodious "meows." She seemed no longer suppressing her moans; the soft, seductive sounds resonated with everyone present.

Semen and foam continued to flow from their joined bodies, dripping onto the blanket Xiaoying had swallowed. Xiaoying apparently hadn't showered; her vagina still contained the semen her father had ejaculated inside her the first time. Now, under the friction and thrusting of her father's penis, the remaining semen turned into white, industrial-waste-like foam. "Splat splat..." The sounds of their genitals rubbing together continued to emanate from their joined bodies. The moment their hips parted, their sticky pubic hair separated, revealing glistening threads of vaginal fluid connecting them. These threads seemed incredibly strong; despite the father's vigorous thrusts, they remained unbroken despite being stretched repeatedly.

The father, panting heavily, gripped Xiaoying's knees tightly with both hands, his hips moving rapidly and steadily in and out of her vagina, producing a series of rubbing and slapping sounds. Xiaoying bit her lower lip with each thrust, occasionally shaking her head and tossing her hair to absorb the impact. Sometimes she would even raise her hips high to meet his thrusts; their coordination was seamless. Both were drenched in sweat, yet seemed tireless, as if the pleasure had become irresistible. Nothing else mattered; only their intercourse, their constant coming and going, mattered. An elderly man and a young woman, vastly different in age, appearance, status, and position, were now willingly and intimately connected.

Watching them make love again, I continued dialing, refusing to give up. However, there seemed to be no sound from Xiaoying's phone in my father's bedroom. Had she put it on silent? Holding my phone in one hand and operating the computer with the other, I opened the live feed of our bedroom. I saw Xiaoying's phone on our bed, its speaker on the back. The soft mattress covered the speaker, preventing the ringtone from coming out. The sound was so faint that it could only be heard in our bedroom.

"Husband, husband, I love you. May Amitabha Buddha bless you, wishing you good health and strength; husband, husband, I love you. May Amitabha Buddha bless you, wishing you all your wishes come true, and that we will never be apart..." Xiaoying's phone ringtone kept echoing in our bedroom, still that same song, "Husband, Husband, I Love You," the ringtone Xiaoying specially set for me, which she hadn't changed for years. But at this moment, the faint ringtone couldn't penetrate our bedroom door, nor could it reach Xiaoying's ears through my father's bedroom door...

Chapter 110 Regret

Meanwhile, the two in my father's bedroom were in the midst of a passionate battle, having reached the "final battle." The entire room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the wetness of genitals rubbing together, their rapid breathing, and Xiaoying's unrestrained moans and cries of pleasure. I wondered if Xiaoying could hear the phone even under her pillow at this moment.

"Ah...ha..." Just then, I was startled awake by a loud, lewd moan from the live monitor. I saw my father's hips pressed hard against Xiaoying's, his entire lower body, including his scrotum, contracting rapidly as he ejaculated repeatedly into Xiaoying's vagina and uterus. With a final, fierce thrust, Xiaoying's upper body lifted off the bed, her hair falling loose. Only her slender waist supported her entire body. She reached orgasm at the moment of her father's ejaculation, enduring the baptism of his semen, letting out a final, high-pitched, and unwilling moan. Her whole body trembled with the rhythm of his ejaculation, obediently allowing him to "inseminate" her. The father's ejaculation continued, and Xiaoying continued to be inseminated. After what seemed like an eternity of intense passion, they reached another peak of lust. Their orgasms continued, their bodies motionless, then trembling slightly with each ejaculation. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

When I was awakened by their cries of climax, while they were still "fertilizing" each other, I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of my computer screen. It was 12:02 AM. The day was over, and Xiaoying's birthday was over. It was all too late. I numbly put down my phone, tears of regret and guilt streaming down my face, salty and bitter. I didn't know if it was from guilt towards Xiaoying, or from seeing my father and Xiaoying rekindle their romance; in short, I was heartbroken, my heart aching so much I could hardly breathe. I don't remember how many calls I made, but none went through, and my birthday wishes never reached Xiaoying…

My regret had reached its limit. Time had passed, the mistake was irreparable, and despite my efforts, it was too late to salvage the situation, leaving behind an irreparable regret. Why did I suddenly hang up on Xiaoying then? If I had waited even a minute longer—no, even half a minute—Xiaoying would have reminded me. But I hung up before she finished speaking.

How can I salvage this? If I don't, our newly blossoming romance might revert to square one, or even worse. I completely understand Ying's anger and sadness; if it were me, I might have reacted even worse. Now that Xiaoying's birthday has passed, I can't make up for it with a phone call or a birthday greeting. Suddenly, a thought struck me: that bracelet! The bracelet Xiaoying liked best while shopping that day. When I get home from my business trip, I'll buy that bracelet first, then surprise Xiaoying when I get home. As for forgetting the birthday greeting and the phone call, that's simple. I'll just tell Xiaoying it was intentional, a surprise. The allure of the bracelet should convince her, and even if she doesn't, she won't be angry with me. That's what I'll do. For the next few days, I'll pretend I don't know anything, and then I'll take care of it when I get back.

Having figured all this out and found a way to remedy the situation, I felt less depressed. I took a few deep breaths; it had truly been a heart-stopping experience. I continued to watch the computer monitor video, wanting to see how my father had celebrated Xiaoying's birthday, how they had started, what positions they had used, and whether they had made any new breakthroughs.

In the video, Xiaoying and her father were still savoring the afterglow of their climax. Slowly, her father lowered Xiaoying's limp legs, and Xiaoying lay on her father's bed like a limp rag, letting him pull out his now-limp penis. Their breathing gradually calmed down. Her father slowly lowered Xiaoying's legs, pulled out his penis, and then lay on top of her, their bodies now face to face, both recovering their strength. It seemed like the two of them would need a long time to recover, so I decided to review the surveillance video from the beginning. I re-froze the footage at the moment they were eating…

“Thanks, Dad, thank you for celebrating my birthday today.” After toasting with her father, Xiaoying said to him, her face flushed. Xiaoying wasn’t a big drinker; her face turned slightly red after just a little alcohol.

“Jincheng isn’t home. If I don’t celebrate for you, who will? By the way, did Jincheng call you? Did he say what gift he’d give you?” Her father, oblivious to her misunderstanding, asked Xiaoying casually, unaware that his words had touched a raw nerve.

“Ah… he did call. He said… he said he’d make up for it when he gets back.” A hint of embarrassment and sadness flashed across Xiaoying’s face, but she didn’t tell her father directly, instead lying to cover it up. Although Xiaoying concealed it well, her sudden questioning from her father still revealed obvious panic and sadness, all of which her father noticed, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"Well, that's good. When he gets back, he'll have to make it up to you properly." The father blurted out, but after saying that, perhaps sensing that the word "make it up" carried a hint of ambiguity, he blushed and looked quite embarrassed. Xiaoying, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, just smiled gently.

"Dad, I'm happy today, let's have another drink." It seemed that Xiaoying was a little upset because I hadn't called her today. She, who usually avoided drinking, actually took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle and pour herself a glass. She poured more than half a glass, and then poured a glass for her father. It was clear that she wanted to vent her frustration by drinking.
"No, no, no, Xiaoying, this wine has a strong aftereffect. You can't hold your liquor, don't drink anymore." The father hurriedly tried to dissuade her as he watched Xiaoying pour the wine, but Xiaoying didn't listen to her father's advice and ended up pouring more than half a glass of wine for both of them.

"By the way, Dad, are you fully recovered? If you can't drink, you don't need to drink with me, I'll drink by myself." Xiaoying then took a large gulp of wine. Perhaps she drank too quickly, because after one sip, she started coughing. Seeing this, her father quickly got up and went to her side, patting her back.

"Okay, Dad, I'm fine." After coughing for a while, Xiaoying shook her head. Seeing that she was alright, her father returned to his seat.

"I'm fully recovered, there's nothing I can't drink. Since you want to drink, Dad will drink with you. But just this one last glass, don't drink anymore, I know your alcohol tolerance." Seeing Xiaoying's condition, her father perhaps guessed something and reluctantly agreed. The

two began chatting and eating. Gradually, the second glass of wine was almost empty, and Xiaoying seemed to be getting drunk, wanting to pour more. In the end, her father snatched the wine back, refusing to let her drink anymore. Other men, eager to get closer to their beloved, would urge her to drink more. But her father wouldn't let Xiaoying drink, indicating that his priority was Xiaoying's body, not sex, and that he wasn't driven by lust. With

the bottle snatched away, Xiaoying reluctantly ate a few bites of food before leaving the table and returning to her bedroom, her steps slightly unsteady. Her father began clearing the table and washing the dishes. By this time, it was past 8 PM, just minutes before Xiaoying called me. In her bedroom, Xiaoying's face was flushed. She sat on the bed, holding her phone, looking at it over and over again. Finally, she gently bit her lip, and tears began to stream down her face…

While her father was still cleaning the living room and kitchen, Xiaoying sat alone on the bed, crying into her phone, while I was at the dinner table, clinking glasses and chatting with my colleagues. After a while, Xiaoying wiped her tears with the back of her hand and finally made up her mind to call me. She sniffed and then dialed the number she had called me the night before. From the surveillance footage, she spoke to me word by word. Then, at the end, when she didn't receive my blessings over the phone, tears streamed down her face again. But yesterday's noisy dinner party, and my carelessness, had prevented me from noticing anything unusual about Xiaoying on the other end of the line. Finally, as I hung up, Xiaoying, tears still on her face, stared blankly at the phone that had been abruptly disconnected. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and she bit her lip until it bled.

Seeing this, I slapped myself hard twice. I understood how much pain Xiaoying must have been in. She didn't care about her father celebrating her birthday, or even what gifts others gave her. What she wanted most was my blessing as her husband, even just a warm phone call would have made her incredibly happy. But last night, I was so careless, completely shattering her birthday dreams and breaking her heart. Seeing Xiaoying's heartbroken state, my heart ached.

"You big liar, you big liar! You said you loved me, loved me forever, and you forgot my birthday! You're such a big liar! I hate you, I hate you!" After crying for a while, Xiaoying slammed her phone onto the bed, her hair whipping around, cursing me incessantly. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, no longer able to hold back her sobs, and began to weep loudly. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism. The angrier and sadder Xiaoying is right now, the more she loves and cares about me. If she didn't love me, she wouldn't care whether I call her or not.

My father, who was sweeping and finishing up in the living room, heard the crying. He probably thought something had happened to Xiaoying, so he quickly dropped the broom and rushed into our bedroom. He saw Xiaoying lying on the bed crying loudly and thought she was unwell. His face was full of deep worry and panic as he rushed to help her up.

"Xiaoying, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Is it because of the alcohol you drank? Don't scare your dad..." My father quickly helped the tearful Xiaoying up from the bed and looked her over from head to toe, his concern beyond words. But Xiaoying just kept crying and wouldn't say a word.

"Xiaoying, what's wrong? Say something! Are you feeling unwell? Come on, Dad will carry you to the hospital." Seeing that Xiaoying wouldn't speak, my father anxiously turned his back to her, squatted down, and tried to carry her on his back. Xiaoying pushed her father away, refusing to let him carry her. Reluctantly, her father turned around again and questioned her.

After crying for a while, Xiaoying looked up at her father with tear-streaked eyes. Then, sitting on the bed, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and continued to cry. This action startled her father slightly; perhaps he didn't understand, and he stood there blankly, letting Xiaoying hug him and cry. Because her father was standing on the floor and Xiaoying was sitting on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his lower abdomen. At this moment, her father probably realized that Xiaoying wasn't physically uncomfortable, but emotionally distressed. He let her hug him, his hand gently stroking her hair.

"Liar, big liar, bastard..." Xiaoying hugged her father, crying and cursing me. Although Xiaoying was cursing me, sitting in front of the computer reviewing all of this, I felt no anger whatsoever. Even if Xiaoying had slapped me a few times then, I wouldn't have been angry, because I had indeed committed an unforgivable mistake.

"Did Jincheng bully you? Wait a minute, I'll call him." My father seemed to have misunderstood something. He wiped his hands on his clothes and took out his phone to call me. But before he could dial, Xiaoying stopped him. She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face and shook her head.

"What happened? If Jincheng bullied you, tell Dad, and Dad will stand up for you." My father, stopped by Xiaoying, reluctantly put down his phone and said to her with concern.

"It's nothing... Jincheng... Jincheng forgot my birthday. He hasn't called me once today. I just called him, but he hung up. Waaah..." Xiaoying began to confide in her father. Of all the adult men, besides me, her husband, the one she was closest to was her father, with whom she had a marital relationship. Now that Xiaoying had been hurt by me, she could only confide in her father. It seemed that only her father was her closest person at that moment. Actually, to be honest, since my father had consummated his marriage with Xiaoying, he could be considered half of Xiaoying's "husband," couldn't he...?

Chapter 111 Revenge

"That brat, he actually forgot this day! I'll call him and tell him." My father was also very angry after hearing this reason, and the mistake I made was indeed very excessive. My father wanted to call me again, but Xiaoying stopped him again.

"Dad, don't call. What's the point of his blessing if you call him to remind me? Don't call, it's not necessary. I'm just sad. Maybe he's too busy and forgot. I'm just being childish. I'll be fine in a bit. I've made you worry." Xiaoying left her father's embrace, wiped her tears with a tissue, and smiled at her father.

"That's good. Then I'll tidy up a bit and then rest. Don't be sad, go to sleep early." Perhaps sensing Xiaoying's heartbreak, my father had no other thoughts today, he just wanted Xiaoying to calm down. At this time, the best way was to let Xiaoying have some peace and quiet. Father turned and left the bedroom, picked up a broom, and began tidying the living room and kitchen again. He kept listening to the sounds from our bedroom, watching Xiaoying's every move.

Xiaoying, in her bedroom, sobbed softly a few times before stopping. She then changed into her nightgown, her mood low. After changing, Xiaoying's expression was blank, seemingly devoid of thought and emotion, only a hint of stubbornness remaining. Xiaoying slowly walked out of the room. Unlike usual, she didn't glance at the wedding photos; it seemed she didn't want to see me again.

Xiaoying left the bedroom and went to the living room, then walked towards Father, who was doing housework, as if without a soul. Father was mopping the floor. Seeing Xiaoying come out, he wanted to greet her, but perhaps he noticed something strange about her.

Xiaoying had been drinking today and was very sad. Father knew how terrible a sad Xiaoying could be. Seeing her suddenly come to the living room and stand blankly at the bedroom door, Father, who was mopping the floor, stopped, his mouth agape, and stared at Xiaoying nervously. Xiaoying stood at the bedroom door, staring blankly at her father. Then, she gave him a gentle yet eerie smile, like a big bad wolf eyeing a little lamb with lustful intent. Slowly, Xiaoying turned around, and to my astonishment, her manicured fingers gently pulled the doorknob of our bedroom. The door closed slowly, and our wedding photo on the wall disappeared from view in the living room. After the door closed, the living room fell silent. Now, only two people remained in the living room: two fathers of opposite sexes, vastly different in age, appearance, status, and generation, and Xiaoying. What were they going to do next? Were they going to engage in the most primal human ritual of procreation—copulation—right there in the living room?

"Feeling...feeling better now?" The father, noticing Xiaoying staring at him intently, stammered a forced smile after a while, perhaps trying to break the awkward silence.

However, Xiaoying didn't respond. After looking at him for a moment, she bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, seemingly to bolster her courage, or perhaps to encourage herself. Then, under her father's surprised and flustered gaze, Xiaoying, her face flushed with alcohol, slowly walked towards him. A hint of shyness lingered on her face, but more than anything, there was a resolute and stubborn determination.

"Is she taking revenge on me? Revenge for forgetting her birthday? Revenge for hurting her feelings? Is this what they call 'the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism'?" Watching Xiaoying approach her father, who held a mop, I thought to myself. It must be, because of that unwavering determination on her face. Xiaoying is a gentle person, but also somewhat stubborn, possessing a strong, unyielding spirit and tenacity reminiscent of a career woman, though she rarely shows it. Spurred by her love and resentment towards me, and numbed by alcohol, she might be preparing to do something she wouldn't normally do.

Slowly, Xiaoying walked to her father's side. Standing at 1.70 meters tall, she wasn't much shorter than him. When she reached him, she looked directly into his eyes. Her father lowered his head, at a loss for words. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, unsure how to face Xiaoying or what she was up to. Although he had a vague idea, he wasn't sure. Finally, the anxious father frantically tried to distract himself. He picked up the mop and bent down to continue wiping the floor, but as soon as he bent down, a pair of hands caught him. Although the hands were weak, they successfully stopped him from bending over…

Xiaoying, her face flushed, straightened her father's back, and the two continued to stare at each other. The father couldn't look Xiaoying in the eye; he lowered his head under her gaze. But in the process, he glanced down and saw Xiaoying's cleavage. Looking down, the deep, white cleavage of her breasts was revealed to him. Desire slowly began to ignite in their eyes, and their breathing became uneven. Once a person decides to have sex, their physiological desires will gradually emerge, prompting the manifestation of physical sexual characteristics.

Would Xiaoying kiss her father? At that moment, the thought of Xiaoying kissing her father made my heart ache. Xiaoying slowly raised her hands again and placed them on the buttons of her father's pajamas. Then, under the watchful eyes of my father and me, she slowly unbuttoned his pajamas one button at a time. During this process, Xiaoying's eyes were fixed on the buttons, seemingly shy and unable to face her father. Her father was like a puppet, obediently letting Xiaoying do as she pleased. Slowly, all the buttons on her father's pajamas were undone by Xiaoying, and his pajamas were open, exposing his strong, dark, and wrinkled chest to the living room light. Were they planning to have sex in the living room tonight? No, because when I checked the live surveillance footage, they had already finished having sex in the bedroom, so it was impossible for them to have sex in the living room. This must be foreplay. Originally, Xiaoying and her father always made love in our bedroom, and they hadn't ventured anywhere else yet. Making it in the living room would be a breakthrough.

After her father unbuttoned his pajamas, Xiaoying gazed at his chest with a strange desire and a touch of fascination in her eyes. Her hands gently caressed his chest, her face flushed with pleasure, enjoying the tactile stimulation of his wrinkled skin. Occasionally, her fingers would brush against his nipples, where a few dark hairs had grown. Xiaoying seemed to have a special desire for middle-aged men with wrinkles. Stimulated by the alcohol and the caresses, their breathing became increasingly rapid. Before even starting their sexual activity, sweat had already beaded on their foreheads and necks, glistening brightly under the light.

Alcohol often leads to promiscuity; people are often much bolder in matters of sex when drunk, and this scene seemed to confirm the truth of that saying. After stroking her father for a while, Xiaoying squinted and leaned her head close to his chest, her red lips beginning to kiss his shoulders and collarbone. In the past, it was always her father who kissed Xiaoying's body; aside from giving him oral sex, she rarely kissed any other part of his body. This time, under the influence of alcohol and fueled by her resentment towards me, she finally lowered her guard and began to actively explore her father's body. Thankfully, it wasn't a full-blown kiss; as long as Xiaoying's kisses didn't cross the line, the rest was somewhat acceptable.

Xiaoying's lips roamed over her father's chest, her tongue occasionally darting out to lightly lick it—it was practically a replica of our encounter that night. However, Xiaoying still seemed somewhat restrained, perhaps acting against her will. The speed and intensity of her licking and kissing were far less than our passionate encounter that night; perhaps this was a form of self-comfort. But this novel experience still left my "newcomer" father wanting more, incredibly excited. The father's body trembled with each kiss and lick from Xiaoying, his hands gripping the sides of his pajama bottoms tightly, the fabric being kneaded and creased in his hands.

"Ah..." When Xiaoying's lips touched the father's nipples, which were covered in a few black hairs, the intense stimulation finally caused the father to let out a groan from his aged mouth. His hands, kneading the fabric of his pajama bottoms, were now at their limit; a man's nipples are also a G-spot, and stimulating them can bring a man endless pleasure. Slowly, the nipples, originally as small as black beans, gradually hardened under Xiaoying's occasional licking and sucking. Every inch of the father's chest was being conquered and tasted by Xiaoying's lips.

At this moment in the video, in the empty living room, under the light, every item in the living room could be seen: the television, coffee table, sofa, TV cabinet, bonsai... everything was so normal, except for one unusual sight that disrupted this warm and harmonious decor. Beside the sofa and coffee table stood a middle-aged man, his pajamas wide open. He appeared not quite old, but his hair was already gray, and his face and body bore wrinkles incongruous with his age. He was contorted in pain, his hands clenching tightly, seemingly enduring immense suffering. Before him stood a beautiful, sexy woman in a nightgown. Her delicate face, long, flowing hair, and perfectly proportioned S-shaped figure all spoke of her beauty and excellence. This beautiful woman was bending slightly, gently kissing and caressing the middle-aged man's chest.

"Sizzle...pop..." Xiaoying sucked and licked her father's two nipples, making sounds that could arouse any male. While Xiaoying sucked and kissed one nipple, her hand would tease the other, as if she didn't want to favor one and wanted them to enjoy equal treatment. As she savored the sensation, Xiaoying slowly began to remove her father's pajamas with both hands. During this process, her father cooperated, enjoying the sensation. Finally, with their combined efforts, her father's pajamas slipped off his body and fell onto the floor tiles. His entire upper body was now exposed to the bright light.

Slowly, Xiaoying seemed to have reached her climax. She raised her face, licking her lips with her tongue, seemingly savoring the delicious taste. At this moment, Xiaoying's face, stimulated by both lust and alcohol, was flushed like a ripe peach. Both of them were breathing rapidly, savoring each other's recent "feelings." On her father's chest, wet marks remained—the saliva of Xiaoying. His shoulders, collarbone, nipples, stomach… all were "exposed."

After savoring the taste, Xiaoying reopened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her father's chest, as if confirming that these were the very things she had just tasted. Her father remained standing motionless. Xiaoying slowly cupped her father's face in her hands, then leaned closer, their faces drawing ever closer. When their faces were only a foot apart, Xiaoying slowly closed her eyes, her tightly bitten, moist red lips slowly approaching her father's face.

"Is Xiaoying going to kiss my father? Is Xiaoying getting revenge on me?" I couldn't help but wonder, watching Xiaoying's lips draw ever closer to her father's. At that moment, I sat in front of the computer, my hands clenched tightly. Initially, I thought I could completely let go and accept everything about Xiaoying and her father, but as Xiaoying prepared to kiss him, a dull ache began to throb within me. Although Xiaoying and her father had been intimate several times, she had always reserved her kisses for me. If her lips were to fall, what would be left that was truly unique to me? If I could, I would rather Xiaoying and her father never kissed, at least Xiaoying would always reserve a unique place for me, even though I know this desire and thought is self-deception. Xiaoying closed her eyes. Was she afraid to face her father's face? Did she see me as her father in her heart? Hadn't she always been unwilling to kiss her father? I remember she once said that kissing is an expression of love. Many women can accept penetration, but not necessarily a kiss on the lips. A kiss can be seen as a huge breakthrough in a relationship.

My hands frantically searched the screen, desperately wishing I could reach inside and block their lips from touching. But what good would it do? It was already a security replay; what's done is done, and there's no stopping it now. Besides, could my hand even reach inside the screen? Watching their lips about to touch, my heart bled.

"Wife, is this your revenge? If so, then you've succeeded." I murmured, tasting my tears, to the image of Xiaoying on the screen…

Chapter 112 After Drinking

What was bound to happen, happened. Xiaoying's lips finally touched my father's lips. My last shred of exclusive territory had fallen. Xiaoying no longer had my uniqueness; every inch of her body had been conquered and subjugated by my father. At this moment, overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow, my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. Although I desperately didn't want to cry, I forced myself to be strong. Even if Xiaoying and my father couldn't see, I didn't want to show weakness at this moment. Xiaoying closed her eyes and kissed her father gently and passionately, a kiss so tender and gentle that I was left alone on my computer screen, tears streaming down my face. It seemed like I hadn't cried in a long time.

Xiaoying was the one initiating the kiss, while her father was passive, as if Xiaoying was the one actively seeking it out. Her father's eyes were wide open; he couldn't believe his eyes. Although Xiaoying had made him a promise when she was seriously ill, he had never dared to cross that line. Now, suddenly kissed by Xiaoying, he didn't react. His aged, stubble-covered lips were being gently sucked and kissed by Xiaoying, his thick lips constantly changing shape under her kisses. Xiaoying kissed her father with her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed. Slowly, tears streamed from Xiaoying's tightly closed eyes, her tightly closed eyelids unable to stop them from flowing. Seeing all this, it seemed that Xiaoying was so unwilling to kiss her father, yet she was doing something she didn't want to do. Wasn't this revenge? Although she thought I couldn't possibly see it or know it, she was trying to soothe the resentment in her heart, as if this would make her feel a little more at peace.

After being initially taken aback by Xiaoying's sudden advances, the father's eyes slowly filled with excitement. His goddess had finally opened the last forbidden zone to him; what could be more gratifying? Slowly, the father began to respond to Xiaoying's kisses, their lips parting to gently nibble at each other, their saliva exchanging softly. Desire began to rise between them, a burning passion igniting within their bodies. Slowly, the father's freed hands encircled Xiaoying's back, embracing her slender waist. Xiaoying's hands also slowly wrapped around her father's back, her delicate, manicured hands gently caressing his back. Their bodies were now face to face, tightly embraced. Xiaoying's firm, proud breasts were pressed flat against her father's chest, protruding through her pajamas, emphasizing their large size.

"Sizzle...smack..." The two kissed passionately, unwilling to part. Once they were apart, guilt and shyness no longer bothered them. Gradually, the father seemed to grow more impatient. His hands slowly moved downwards, caressing Xiaoying's round, full buttocks, kneading her cheeks through her nightgown. Xiaoying's buttocks changed shape under her father's kneading.

"Mmm...mmm..." As her father's hands touched Xiaoying's buttocks, Xiaoying, her lips covered, let out soft moans of pleasure. Xiaoying moaned continuously as her father kneaded her, and their kiss became increasingly frenzied. When the father was no longer satisfied with caressing her through her nightgown and tried to lift it up, Xiaoying's eyes suddenly opened. "Sizzle...smack..." Her tightly pressed lips suddenly parted, making a crisp sound.

"No..." Xiaoying softly refused her father, her eyes glazed over. At the same time, her hands, which had been stroking his back, quickly reached behind her to stop his hands. Her nightgown had been lifted up to her hips, revealing her pink lace panties and her slender, long legs under the living room light.

This was the first time I had seen Xiaoying and my father intimately with the lights on. The previous times had always been in the dark, when I could only vaguely "appreciate" it in the dim light filtering in from outside. This was the first time I had seen it so clearly, and it was a new breakthrough for both of them, their final breakthrough—a kiss. I was experiencing both pain and "pleasure" at this moment.

Xiaoying's sudden rejection clearly startled my father, who seemed somewhat confused. He seemed unable to understand Xiaoying's thoughts. His face showed deep disappointment, and a hint of lingering desire. Seeing her father's disappointed expression, Xiaoying seemed a little reluctant. She gently removed his hands from his nightgown, and the hem of the nightgown, now free, slipped back down, once again concealing his lace panties and thighs.

Xiaoying placed her father's hands back at his sides, then frowned slightly in thought. Her gaze shifted sharply downwards, settling on her father's pajama bottoms. It seemed she saw through them something that had brought her to the brink of ecstasy several times—something she found ugly, yet which had captivated and fascinated her, making her unable to resist its allure. Xiaoying lowered her head, gently pursed her lips, and swallowed, as if she had finally spotted her long-desired prey, or perhaps she knew she was finally about to taste the deliciousness she had longed for.

Slowly, Xiaoying's hands gently reached towards her father's waist, and finally, under my gaze, her hands lightly hooked around the edge of his pajama bottoms. In the past, Xiaoying would gently pull down her father's pajama bottoms, then tenderly perform oral sex and lick him—a method I had witnessed many times. However, the fact that this was happening under such clear lighting still filled me with a growing sense of anticipation as my emotions gradually calmed down, hoping for a clear visual impact.

But this time, things took an unexpected turn. Xiaoying squatted down, then suddenly pulled down hard on my father's pajama bottoms, instantly pulling them off. His pajama bottoms and underwear were pulled down to the calves, and his already semi-erect penis sprang out, swaying back and forth in the air, large, dark testicles hanging below, surrounded by thick black pubic hair. This was the first time I had clearly seen my father's penis. I must say, his penis was truly impressive, at least comparable to the Western men in AVs, and much more impressive than the Asian men from Japan and Korea.

After Xiaoying removed her father's pajama bottoms and underwear, instead of gently stroking him as usual, she grabbed his penis to my astonishment, then opened her cherry-like mouth and instantly swallowed the glans and half of the shaft. A clear sucking sound rang out, which I heard clearly through my earpiece. The sound even echoed repeatedly in the empty living room, showing how forcefully Xiaoying swallowed my father's penis. My father's previously dry penis was instantly wet with Xiaoying's saliva, and her previously curved and upward-pointing penis was instantly straightened by her mouth.

"Ah..." Unlike the gentle moans my father usually made, this time, caught off guard by Xiaoying's sudden attack and the forceful sucking, my father let out a high-pitched cry of surprise. His outstretched hands instantly clenched into fists, his head, covered in white hair, jerked back, and his legs trembled violently. After Xiaoying sucked on her father's penis, she began to vigorously swallow and spit it out, her head moving back and forth like a fighting rooster, her long, beautiful hair swinging back and forth with her movements. The sounds of oral sex were incessant. Watching Xiaoying performing oral sex on her father in the video, I really didn't expect her to be so fierce and crazy this time. Was it because she had been drinking? Or was it because of her revenge against me?

"Ah...oh...um...ah ha," the father cried out in a series of gasps and moans, like a girl being raped, clearly showing the intense stimulation Xiaoying's frenzied oral sex was giving him. Slowly, his already half-erect penis grew larger again, and the outline of his penis protruding from Xiaoying's mouth grew larger and larger until it reached its maximum erection. His glans and the forequarters became wet, Xiaoying's saliva constantly smearing it. Perhaps because Xiaoying's oral sex was too vigorous, occasionally drops of discolored saliva would fall from his penis onto the living room floor tiles.

After about five minutes of oral sex, Xiaoying slowly slowed down, perhaps because her neck was tired, or perhaps because she was afraid of making her father ejaculate too quickly. Xiaoying slowly stood up, her mouth still holding his glans. After standing upright, Xiaoying stood in front of her father in a "厂" shape, and then her legs began to move slowly. And so, Xiaoying, with her mouth on her father's glans, slowly sat down on the sofa not far from her. Because his "vital organ" was being held in Xiaoying's mouth, her father could only slowly move to follow her. Seeing this scene reminded me of a time before when Xiaoying had led her father from the bathroom to the bedroom by his penis; this time, however, she was "carrying" him with her mouth.

After sitting on the sofa, Xiaoying seemed to feel much more comfortable, as she didn't need to bend over to suck on her father's glans. Xiaoying adjusted her position slightly on the sofa and began giving her father oral sex again, while wrapping her arms around him and stroking his wrinkled, hairy buttocks. Her father looked down at Xiaoying giving him oral sex, watching his filthy, ugly penis being served by her mouth, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. At this moment, Xiaoying seemed to relax. Her eyes no longer followed her father's penis; instead, they rolled upwards, her bright, beautiful eyes with long eyelashes looking directly into his. Their gazes met, one looking down and the other upward. The father's eyes held satisfaction and pride, while Xiaoying's gaze held a seductive allure and a subtle provocation. This time, Xiaoying's oral sex was gentler, using sucking, kissing, and licking all at once. The father's hands slowly stroked Xiaoying's hair, as if caressing a beloved cat.

After about five more minutes, the father's breathing became increasingly rapid. "Ah... haha..." Large amounts of air were constantly being inhaled and exhaled by him. Looking at the video, Xiaoying didn't seem to be stopping. Was she going to give her father oral sex? Or was she letting him ejaculate first, so that the second time would last longer?

"Xiao...Xiaoying,...I can't...****...Oh..." The father felt he was about to ejaculate and was reminding Xiaoying to avoid suddenly ejaculating into her mouth. Xiaoying didn't want to be oral sex by her father, which would make her resentful and angry. Unexpectedly, at this moment, her father still cared about Xiaoying's feelings. However, upon hearing her father's words, Xiaoying not only didn't remove her mouth from his penis, but instead swallowed and spit even more forcefully and quickly, as if she wouldn't stop until her father ejaculated.

"Ah...I'm...I'm ejaculating...Ah..." Finally, the father reached his climax. At the moment of ejaculation, he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, his penis going even deeper into Xiaoying's mouth. But at this moment, Xiaoying didn't dodge or spit out her father's penis. Instead, she stopped moving her head back and forth, her small mouth tightly holding her father's penis, receiving his continuous ejaculation. This time, the entire process of my father ejaculating took only about ten minutes, a far cry from his usual stamina of at least half an hour. The reason for this was likely the frenzy and skill of Xiaoying's oral sex, and also the fact that it was happening in the living room, allowing him to clearly see her performing the act, along with her alluring and seductive gaze…

My father's testicles contracted repeatedly, continuously channeling semen through his glans into Xiaoying's mouth. Xiaoying's cheeks swelled further, and finally, perhaps due to the large volume of semen, thick, white semen slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the floor tiles and leaving circular semen stains. After about half a minute, my father's ejaculation finally stopped. He took a deep breath, and his entire body relaxed abruptly. Xiaoying slowly spat out her father's glans. The moment it was pulled from her mouth, because she didn't close her mouth in time, a stream of semen gushed out, dripping down her chin onto the floor tiles. Coming to her senses, Xiaoying had to cover her mouth with one hand and catch it under her chin with the other.

Would Xiaoying swallow her father's semen? It had happened once before, but that time Xiaoying was caught off guard and forced to swallow several mouthfuls of her father's semen during a deep throating session. She only swallowed semen willingly for me. At this moment, I suddenly felt tense again.

I saw Xiaoying's mouth full of semen, then she got up and ran to the bathroom. Once there, she bent over the toilet, opened her mouth, and a large gush of thick semen gushed out, flowing into the toilet. From the semen Xiaoying spat out, it was clear how large her father's ejaculation volume was, not even counting the semen that dripped onto the living room floor tiles. Watching Xiaoying vomit on the toilet, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Xiaoying hadn't swallowed her father's semen; this thought brought me a small comfort.

After Xiaoying spat out his penis, my father turned and sat on the sofa, his pajama bottoms and underwear still hanging on his calves. His penis, not completely limp, hung wetly and half-erect between his pubic hair-covered crotch. My father sat on the sofa, calming down, his face showing relaxation and comfort. Because the bathroom door faced the sofa, my father, sitting on the sofa, could see Xiaoying in the bathroom. Xiaoying was bent over, in a "F" shape, vomiting semen on the toilet, then picked up a glass of water to drink and rinse her mouth. At this moment, Xiaoying's buttocks were facing the door, which was wide open.

Slowly, two minutes passed. Perhaps Xiaoying felt her mouth wasn't clean enough; she continued rinsing, while my father, slowly recovering, focused his gaze on Xiaoying's buttocks facing him. Because of Xiaoying's posture, her already round and full buttocks appeared even more shapely. At the same time, due to bending over, her thighs and lace panties were visible through her nightgown, the outline of her buttocks showing beneath the thin fabric.

Seeing this sexy and seductive scene, the father's previously limp penis began to erect again, his eyes fixed on Xiaoying's buttocks, the desire that had faded in his eyes rising once more. Perhaps knowing that Xiaoying wouldn't maintain this posture for long, the father stood up, without putting on his pajama bottoms or underwear, and walked step by step towards the bathroom, towards Xiaoying's pert, snowy buttocks...

Chapter 113 Promiscuity

At this moment, Xiaoying was still rinsing her mouth, seemingly trying to completely remove the taste of semen from her mouth; the strong, fishy smell of semen disliked her. When a person has different feelings for two other people, the same things between those two people have completely different meanings and feelings in their eyes. Xiaoying might not be averse to my semen, but she seemed unable to accept her father's semen.

Her father, with his imposing "weapon," walked towards Xiaoying step by step. During this process, he took off his pajama bottoms and underwear, throwing them halfway to the bathroom, before walking naked into the bathroom. Xiaoying probably heard her father's footsteps at this point. While rinsing her mouth, she perhaps thought her father was coming in to relieve himself, so she quickly rinsed her mouth a few times and got up to leave the bathroom. But as soon as Xiaoying stood up, her father, who had come up behind her, hugged her. His arms encircled Xiaoying's slender waist, and then he slowly rubbed and stroked her waist and lower abdomen, as if he were caressing the "fetus" in his beloved wife's womb.

Xiaoying's desire seemed not to have completely subsided. Her father had just ejaculated, but her own sexual desire remained unresolved, leaving her in a state of limbo. When her father suddenly hugged her from behind, she was somewhat surprised. Perhaps she didn't believe he could "regain his virility" so quickly, but due to her desire and the complex emotions of the evening, she allowed him to hold her without asking, seemingly wanting to confirm what he wanted to do. Her father's face rubbed and kissed Xiaoying's snowy neck, his hands slowly moving up her abdomen. Xiaoying closed her eyes, tilting her neck to one side to cooperate with her father's kisses, her two slender, snow-white hands reaching behind her back to caress and rub against her father's arms.

"Mmm..." Slowly, her father's hands moved to Xiaoying's breasts, each hand grasping one breast and kneading them. Xiaoying let out moans, seemingly enjoying her father's massage technique. Her father kneaded gently, afraid of hurting her. Slowly, the father began to knead Xiaoying from behind, then moved his feet slowly, and Xiaoying moved with him. Seeing Xiaoying so obedient and cooperative, the father seemed increasingly excited. Slowly, Xiaoying was moved by her father to the washbasin.

Xiaoying's 34D breasts, through her nightgown, were continued to be kneaded by her father, the two breasts constantly changing shapes under the nightgown. Gradually, the father was no longer satisfied with kneading Xiaoying's breasts; at this moment, his penis had become erect again, reaching its longest and thickest state, and the previously clean glans was once again secreting fluid from the urethral opening. The father released Xiaoying's breasts, placed his hands on Xiaoying's shoulders, and gently pushed her forward, forcing Xiaoying's upper body to lean forward. Finally, due to the excessive forward lean, Xiaoying had to use her hands to support herself on the washbasin. Because Xiaoying was relatively tall and the washbasin was relatively low, Xiaoying reverted to the position she had just been in while rinsing her mouth on the toilet, her round and pert buttocks sticking out again.

After completing this series of actions, the father squatted down, just as Xiaoying had done earlier. Unexpectedly, their positions reversed shortly after. The father, now squatting behind, slowly lifted the hem of Xiaoying's nightgown with both hands, moving it upwards under his touch. During this process, Xiaoying bit her lower lip, seemingly shy at her father's actions, but she refrained from stopping him. Perhaps at this moment, desire was the dominant force, and her shyness could no longer withstand the temptation of lust. Finally, Xiaoying's nightgown was lifted to her waist, exposing her long, snow-white legs, her pink lace panties, and her round, snow-white buttocks to the bathroom light.

After this, the father didn't rush things. Instead, he stroked Xiaoying's buttocks and thighs with his hands, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration. This alluring and sensual sight seemed to be irresistible to him. After caressing and admiring her enough, the father licked his lips, finally pressing his mouth to Xiaoying's buttocks, kissing and licking her buttocks and thighs back and forth.

"Mmm..." With her most private parts being tasted by her father, Xiaoying, stimulated by both pleasure and shyness, let out moans and murmurs, her hands gripping the sink tightly, enjoying wave after wave of stimulation from her father. The father tasted Xiaoying's buttocks, leaving trails of saliva on her snow-white skin. The father and Xiaoying's breathing became increasingly rapid. With each kiss, the father's thick penis swayed and bounced, the egg-sized glans drawing trajectories in the air. Because the father was squatting low and his penis was long, the glans would occasionally bounce to the ground before instantly springing back up. The viscous fluid secreted from the urethral opening dripped continuously onto the floor.

While kissing, the father's hands began to move upwards, finally hooking around the edge of Xiaoying's panties. The father's kisses didn't stop. With gentle pressure, Xiaoying's lace panties slowly slid down from her waist. Her buttocks were revealed first, then slowly descended. When the edge of the panties reached where her father was kissing, his lips moved away to make way for them. After the panties passed that area, his lips pressed against hers again. Xiaoying didn't turn around. As her panties were slowly pulled down by her father, she bit her lower lip harder, but she never resisted him.

When the panties were pulled down to her calves, Xiaoying involuntarily raised her legs, one on each side, to help her father pull the panties off her legs. Xiaoying's entire lower body was now naked. At this moment, Xiaoying's buttocks were completely exposed to the air and the light. Because Xiaoying was in a protruding position, her buttocks were parted, and her anus and vulva were exposed to her father's gaze. The father stopped tasting Xiaoying's buttocks and began to rub them with both hands, then stared intently at her genitals. This was the first time he had clearly seen Xiaoying's anus and vulva under the light; before, it had always been blurry. Now, Xiaoying's pink anus, the whorl of flesh around it, the sparse pubic hair, the pink labia, and the constantly secreting vaginal opening were all exposed to his gaze.

He made no other move, greedily admiring Xiaoying's most private parts as if admiring the most beautiful scenery. Saliva began to drip from his mouth, running down his chin and onto the floor. But he didn't wipe it away, letting his saliva flow freely. Xiaoying, being admired by her father for her vulva and anus, perhaps sensed his gaze, but she suppressed her shyness, her brows furrowing, her eyes closed in what she considered the most lewd position. Her already moist labia indicated her growing lust, her vagina ready for penetration.

About a minute passed, and her father remained squatting there, seemingly stunned. Xiaoying, maintaining this position, could no longer bear it. She didn't want her father to continue "watching" her; her endurance had reached its limit. She felt she should give a hint. Slowly, Xiaoying began rubbing her legs together, her shapely, round buttocks swaying slightly, like a female animal in heat flaunting her genitals to a male, urging him to mate with her. This hint worked. Her father, who had been admiring her, noticed Xiaoying's unusual behavior. He suddenly awoke, a smile appearing on his face, before ceasing his admiration.

Having already ejaculated once, the father seemed quite patient, not in a hurry to insert his penis into Xiaoying's vagina. He gently parted Xiaoying's buttocks with both hands, completely exposing her anus and vagina. The father licked his lips, then fiercely pounced on her, kissing, licking, and sucking her anus and vagina repeatedly. "

Ah...ha..." The sudden attack on her most private parts by her father caused Xiaoying's body to lurch forward, her head almost hitting the mirror above the sink. Fortunately, she managed to brace herself with her hands at the last moment. Her waist reflexively tried to dodge the sudden attack on her anus and vagina, but with her hips pressed against the sink, she had no room to maneuver and could only protest by swaying her hips from side to side. Xiaoying's attempts to dodge were futile, perhaps only symbolic. Her father's hands gripped her hips tightly, allowing only minor movements. His mouth was firmly pressed against her vulva, as if glued together. No matter how she tried to escape, she couldn't break free.

Xiaoying hadn't received oral sex from her father in a long time, and this long-awaited pleasure slowly began to adjust. Eventually, her attempts to dodge and her "protests" weakened, and finally, her hips stopped swaying, and she quietly accepted the pleasure her father was giving her. Seeing that Xiaoying had stopped resisting, her father's face lit up with joy, and he began to perform oral sex on her even more vigorously, continuously tasting her pink anus and vulva.

Just now, due to Xiaoying's dodge and swaying of her waist, the hem of her nightgown, which had been lifted to her waist, slipped down. It finally covered her father's head, which instantly disappeared into Xiaoying's nightgown. Xiaoying was lying on the washbasin, moaning continuously, her eyes half-closed, her face filled with ecstasy, her tightly bitten lower lip indicating she was enjoying intense stimulation and pleasure. Inside her nightgown, the outline of a head was constantly moving up and down, "sizzling...pop..." The sounds of sucking came from inside the nightgown. Where the nightgown couldn't cover, a man's hairy buttocks were visible, a thick 22-centimeter penis swaying in front, a dark, hairy testicle between them.

Sitting in front of the computer, watching the two making love, I felt a bittersweet excitement. Although Xiaoying's nightgown had slipped down and covered her father's mouth, the "sizzling" sounds coming from inside the nightgown still allowed me to hear the intensity of his oral sex. Through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, I could see the outline of her head moving up and down, and I could see my father's movements shifting between Xiaoying's anus and vulva. This feeling of being able to hear but not see gave me a unique kind of stimulation, a sense of mystery. At that moment, I forgot my guilt and pain. While watching the video, I pulled down my pants and took out my already erect 12-centimeter penis, rubbing it with both hands. I didn't dare to rub it too fast or too hard; I didn't want to ejaculate before Xiaoying and my father even started.

My blood began to boil, my body felt numb as if I were on drugs, as if I were floating. The sour yet stimulating feeling was indescribable. I listened to the sounds of my father giving Xiaoying oral sex in the video, my gaze fixed on my father's constantly swaying penis. At this moment, my father's penis, a full 10 centimeters longer and thicker than mine, was covered with engorged blood vessels, like earthworms coiled around it. The foreskin, which had been wrinkled, was now straight and flat from the erection. The mucus secreted from the urethral opening was preparing for its insertion into Xiaoying's vagina. The testicles, which had shrunk slightly, seemed to be refilled with semen, ready to "fertilize" Xiaoying.

"Will my father's ugly, fierce penis soon be inserted into the vagina of his beloved wife, Xiaoying?" I couldn't help but think, looking at that menacing, thick penis, feeling a mix of bitterness and excitement, along with a faint sense of anticipation.

Slowly, the sucking sounds stopped, and my father's head emerged from Xiaoying's nightgown. His forehead was covered in water droplets; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or the vaginal fluid from Xiaoying that had just been used on him. My father's lips were wet, as if the previous taste had left her wanting more. He straightened up, but as soon as he stood, he stumbled and almost fell. He then shook his legs with slight pain; the prolonged squatting position had left them numb. With age, calcium loss had caused frequent numbness and cramps in his legs. Yet, he had endured it all, diligently performing oral sex on Xiaoying…

After calming down a few times, he again lifted the hem of Xiaoying's nightgown, bringing it back up to her waist. At this moment, Xiaoying's vulva and anus were once again exposed to my view. Both were wet, seemingly about to drip water, with sparse pubic hair sticking clinging to the area around her vulva. Her labia and anus appeared even pinker, a testament to the intensity of my father's "torture" of them.

Everything was ready; only the final touch was needed. After calming his breathing a few times, the father placed one hand on Xiaoying's waist and the other on his thick penis. His penis was long and thick; even his large hand could only cover half of its shaft. He adjusted the direction of his penis, like a gunner adjusting the firing arc of a cannon to aim at its target. Finally, the experienced "gunner" adjusted the firing arc of his "cannon," its menacing muzzle aimed at its target, ready to "fire" at any moment.

At this moment, Xiaoying seemed to sense something and knew what her father was about to do. A hint of struggle and hesitation flashed across her slightly more lucid face. This position, while not doggy style, was very similar to doggy style. Previously, Xiaoying was very averse to doggy style during sex. I had only used it once with Xiaoying during our trip, that time to stimulate my body. After that, Xiaoying hadn't let me use doggy style again. The other time was when my father first "raped" Xiaoying, but that time Xiaoying was forced. That night, when they were making love again, my father wanted to use this position, but Xiaoying firmly refused.

"Xiaoying will refuse this time too." Looking at Xiaoying's lower lip, which was almost bleeding from biting it, and seeing the slight disgust and struggle on her face, I couldn't help but think on my computer...

Chapter 114 Cooperation.

But fantasy is beautiful, reality is cruel. Although Xiaoying's face showed hesitation and struggle, she never actually made any physical movements to refuse. In the end, she let my father press the egg-sized glans against her vaginal opening. The moment my father's glans made contact with Xiaoying's vulva, Xiaoying's body trembled slightly. It was clear that she still seemed to have some resistance to this position. But under the influence of her resentment towards me and her sexual desire, she did not refuse in the end.

It seemed that because Xiaoying's buttocks weren't sticking out high enough, her father had to squat slightly to place the head of his penis against her vaginal opening. So, after placing the head of his penis against her opening, he didn't rush to insert it. Instead, he gently pressed down on Xiaoying's slender waist with both hands, wanting her to stick her buttocks out even higher. Sensing her father's intention, and eager for him to penetrate and satisfy her, Xiaoying's slender waist slightly lowered, and her buttocks lifted, forming a concave shape with her back, waist, and buttocks, like a crescent moon. Once Xiaoying's buttocks were sticking out high enough, her father tried again, but it still didn't seem quite right. He gently kicked Xiaoying's calves with his feet. At this point, I was a little confused. What was my father implying with this action? But Xiaoying's next action made me realize what my father was implying.

After her father gently kicked Xiaoying's calves a second time, Xiaoying sighed softly in front of the mirror. Then, with a shy and struggling expression, she moved her legs, slowly spreading them apart, widening the gap between her thighs. It turned out her father had been annoyed that Xiaoying's legs were too tight, making penetration difficult. He hadn't expected Xiaoying to immediately understand his hint. Thinking about how I hadn't even considered her father's intentions, while Xiaoying had grasped them instantly, had they reached a state of perfect understanding?

Watching Xiaoying's cooperative movements, a feeling lingered in my heart. Although I tried to adjust my mindset, it was all in vain. Tonight was destined to be my night of heartbreak.

Xiaoying's legs were spread wide, her buttocks raised high, her slender waist lowered—all in preparation for rear-entry. Seeing Xiaoying complete these positions, I knew she wouldn't refuse any of her father's demands tonight, whether it was rear-entry or doggy style; she would satisfy him. At this moment, Xiaoying closed her eyes. Xiaoying always had a habit of biting her lower lip when she was nervous and excited during sex, a habit she maintained. With her eyes closed and her lower lip tightly pressed, she waited, waiting for her father to fully insert his thick penis…

Her father didn't keep her waiting long. After seeing Xiaoying complete a series of rear-entry movements, her father held Xiaoying's slender waist with one hand and grasped his penis with the other. He then rubbed the glans against Xiaoying's labia, seemingly trying to coat it with her vaginal fluid. Once it was covered in lubricant, he would thrust his penis all the way in. When his glans was covered in Xiaoying's fluid, his face showed excitement, and finally, he gently patted Xiaoying's vulva a few times with the glans…

"Oh..." Xiaoying let out a groan, her head snapping back with her eyes closed, her hair whipping behind her back. At that moment, I shifted my attention back to their genitals. I saw my father slap the head of his penis against Xiaoying's vulva a few times, then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, his egg-sized glans parted Xiaoying's pink labia, and her vagina swallowed it whole. After so many sexual encounters, Xiaoying's vagina seemed to have adapted to the size of her father's penis; this insertion seemed much easier than before, perhaps due to the ample lubrication of both their genitals.

After inserting the head of his penis, my father didn't rush to fully penetrate; instead, he freed his hand from his penis and placed both hands on Xiaoying's slender waist. The father inserted the head of his penis into Xiaoying's vagina, his hands stroking her slender, white waist and buttocks, his eyes lingering on her vulva, waist, buttocks, and anus. His dark, wrinkled hands moved downwards again, to Xiaoying's most alluring spot—the cleft between her buttocks. In the center of that most alluring cleft, inserted an ugly male penis. The ugly penis was covered in worm-like twists, remaining motionless, seemingly draining the woman's youth and energy.

After stroking for a while, seemingly sensing that Xiaoying didn't seem uncomfortable with his sudden "intrusion," the father supported her waist and thrust his hips again, this time with great force and thoroughness. "Pfft..." A sound like a fart rang out. This was because there was some air in Xiaoying's vagina. When her father's penis suddenly entered, the remaining air was instantly squeezed out like a syringe, passing through the vaginal walls and finally exiting the vagina, making this farting sound.

"Ah... Ah ha..." Startled by her father's sudden, full-length penetration, Xiaoying seemed surprised. She hadn't expected his gentle entry followed by such a fierce, all-out thrust. The surprise and intense stimulation caused her to let out a high-pitched moan and scream. Xiaoying's hands clenched tightly, her upper body leaning forward with each thrust. The walls and the sink blocked her movement, making her attempts to dodge futile.

"Slap..." A crisp sound like a slap followed. Her father's hips slapped firmly against Xiaoying's buttocks, leaving no gap between them. His long, thick, dark pubic hair instantly covered Xiaoying's anus. After fully penetrating, the father didn't rush to thrust. Instead, he held Xiaoying's slender waist with both hands, closed his eyes, and savored the feeling of being enveloped by Xiaoying's vagina, experiencing its tightness and warmth. Xiaoying cried out in surprise, gradually adapting to her father's size. She also closed her eyes, experiencing his penis occupying every inch of her vagina, while simultaneously trying to adapt to this relatively unfamiliar "guest."

Both of their heads were slightly raised, their eyes closed, like a couple praying to God. Their buttocks and hips were pressed tightly together, but what wasn't visible was that their genitals were also tightly connected, only covered by pubic hair and buttocks. After "praying" for a while, the father reopened his eyes, glanced down at their tightly connected genitals, then looked up through the wall mirror at Xiaoying, who was still waiting with her eyes closed. A look of satisfaction and excitement flashed across his face.

"Oh..." The father's hips moved back slightly, and as they did, his penis, connected to the front of his hips, was withdrawn from Xiaoying's vagina. The withdrawal was slow, and Xiaoying let out a long moan and gasp, a mixture of pleasure and a hint of helplessness. As the father's penis was slowly withdrawn, their connected genitals were once again revealed under the light. The scene was incredibly clear; the first time they had intercourse with the lights on brought a powerful visual impact to both the father and me, watching from the computer. The father's penis was covered in glistening love fluid, and his "sword" was slowly being drawn.

"Uh...ha..." "Snap..." With a crisp sound, the "sword," pulled to its limit by the father, instantly returned to its sheath. The father forcefully thrust his penis in again, the impact of his hips against Xiaoying's snowy buttocks producing a crisp sound. At the same time, Xiaoying's head jerked upwards, letting out a sharp moan. After the moan, she tightly pursed her lips, seemingly trying to suppress any lingering sound. In the instant of full penetration, the skin on both Xiaoying and her father's faces trembled slightly. Xiaoying's body leaned forward from the impact, the entire sink and mirror on the wall seemingly shaking…

"Oh…" Xiaoying's head lowered again, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing, as if a pressure was being released from her body. At this moment, the father was slowly withdrawing his penis from Xiaoying's vagina. "Creak…" The sink shook again. "Uh…" Xiaoying's head jerked upwards again, her sweat-drenched hair whipping around, her brows furrowing, and she let out a long, drawn-out scream. After a few seconds of stillness, "Oh…" "Ah…ha…" Xiaoying's scream rang out again. At this point, I no longer needed to watch the video. I could tell whether my father's penis was withdrawing or penetrating simply by closing my eyes and listening to the sounds in the video.

Xiaoying's exhaled air left white patches on the mirror in front of her. Her high, 34D breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust of her father. Because each of his thrusts was forceful, the amplitude of Xiaoying's breasts' swinging increased. Finally, as if Xiaoying had adjusted, her father began to speed up. He was thrusting into Xiaoying from behind, the sounds of his hips and thighs slapping against her buttocks echoing continuously in the bathroom. "Ahhh..." Xiaoying moaned softly, her hair swaying gently. Her round buttocks rippled with each thrust from her father, his penis appearing and disappearing between them. Their tightly joined, rubbing genitals dripped with their love juices, forming a small pool between their legs on the floor.

The father seemed unhurried; his thrusts were smooth and even, the amplitude consistent. Slowly, he guided Xiaoying's hands upwards, finally reaching her shoulders, where the straps of her nightgown rested. He didn't stop thrusting, but instead, he pulled the straps down, revealing Xiaoying's fair back. The nightgown slid down until it bunched up around her waist, leaving her only in her bra and panties. After pulling Xiaoying's nightgown down to her waist, the father didn't stop. His hands then moved upwards, and in one swift motion, he removed Xiaoying's bra, revealing her full, white breasts. They bounced back and forth with his thrusts, and her once pink nipples were now fully erect, like two red cherries adorning her jade-like peaks. Throughout this process, Xiaoying simply enjoyed her father's thrusts and friction, offering no resistance. Had she become accustomed to it? Or had she completely resigned herself to it?

The father, panting heavily, continued to pound into Xiaoying's buttocks. Her snow-white buttocks were now slightly red from the impact of his hips, resembling two ripe peaches. After removing Xiaoying's bra and nightgown, the father quickly covered her breasts with his hands, her snow-white breasts changing shape in his hands. At the same time, his upper body leaned forward, eventually resting on Xiaoying's back, kissing her neck, earlobes, shoulders…

At this moment, the two in the video were filled with rising lust, the father's thrusting never ceasing. His penis was inside Xiaoying's vagina, his hands caressing her snow-white breasts, his mouth kissing her neck, earlobes… all of the father's sexual organs were seeking out Xiaoying's erogenous zones. Slowly, five minutes passed since penetration, and Xiaoying, seemingly having suppressed her desires for a long time, experienced her first orgasm from the father's fierce yet gentle penetration and thrusting.

"Ah..." Xiaoying's head snapped back, letting out a sharp scream. Her entire body, including her legs, trembled. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her father's penis and testicles onto the floor. Xiaoying's first orgasm had finally arrived. The moment he sensed it, her father stopped thrusting, re-entering her fully and waiting. Slowly, Xiaoying's legs, seemingly weakened by the orgasm, began to bend, and her body slid off the sink, as if about to collapse onto the floor. Noticing this, her father gently embraced her upper body, then used his strength to lift her back up, straightening her posture. His wrinkled face rubbed against her neck, seemingly comforting his beloved.

Fortunately, her father managed to hold her at the last moment, and Xiaoying ultimately stood, having endured her orgasm. As the climax slowly subsided, the father lifted his face from Xiaoying's neck. Looking at Xiaoying's tired face in the mirror, a tenderness and love flashed across his face. He gently moved Xiaoying's face towards him, and Xiaoying turned her head to the side, her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her climax.

After her face was moved towards him, looking at Xiaoying's panting mouth, a look of infatuation and desire flashed across his face. He licked his dry lips, then leaned forward, and "sizzle..." His stubble-covered lips instantly kissed Xiaoying's cherry-like mouth...

Chapter 115 Despair

Two completely different lips met, their saliva exchanging in their mouths. Perhaps because they had completely let go of their desires, or perhaps because they had already kissed, Xiaoying weakly accepted her father's kiss, neither refusing nor responding, simply letting her father taste her cherry-like mouth, her delicate red lips constantly changing shape in his mouth.

After a few kisses, the father pulled away from Xiaoying's lips. A thin thread of saliva connected their parted lips, the translucent thread stretching and gently breaking at its limit. The father smacked his lips, savoring the sweet saliva in Xiaoying's mouth. This first taste of her sweetness seemed to make him "unable to put it down." After a few more sips, Xiaoying's afterglow faded. The father took a few deep breaths and then resumed his movements. The sounds of flesh colliding, "slap slap slap..." echoed in the bathroom once more.

"Dad... umm... Dad... ah, let's... let's... go to bed... ha... go... umm... my legs... are numb... so tired... ah..." Xiaoying moaned with each thrust of her father. However, her legs seemed weak from her recent orgasm, and she struggled to support herself. If her father hadn't been holding her slender waist with both hands, she would have collapsed. Xiaoying couldn't help but "suggest" to her father.

"Oh...okay..." The father had already noticed Xiaoying's weakness, and besides, he felt quite tired in this position. He agreed to Xiaoying's request, then prepared to pull his penis out and return to the bedroom with her. He slowly withdrew his penis from Xiaoying's vagina. During this process, Xiaoying let out a relaxed moan, as if her father's penis was finally being withdrawn, allowing her a brief rest and relaxation. However, when only the glans remained of his penis, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face. He frowned, secretly observing Xiaoying's expression in the mirror, seemingly making a decision, yet also seemingly afraid that this decision might anger Xiaoying.

Finally, he gently gritted his teeth, preparing to take the plunge. "Snap..." Suddenly, he forcefully thrust his penis, now only the glans remaining, back into Xiaoying's vagina, his hips once again "kissing" Xiaoying's buttocks.

"Ah..." Xiaoying, who had just relaxed, was ambushed by her father again, and uncontrollably let out another scream. Although she had gradually become accustomed to the thickness of her father's penis, each time he penetrated to the hilt, it still brought her intense sexual stimulation. Her eyes opened, her gaze filled with weakness and confusion, but the lust that had subsided after the orgasm was rekindled by this thrust. Her father reinserted his penis into Xiaoying's vagina, and with both hands supporting her slender waist, he began to slowly move his feet. Xiaoying was forced to straighten up from the washbasin, and then moved slowly and comfortably with her father's steps.

Sitting in front of the computer, I was somewhat surprised, surprised by my father's audacity and method. He actually wanted to move Xiaoying into the bedroom in a rear-entry position. I had seen this scene in novels and AVs, but I had never actually tried it with Xiaoying myself. I didn't expect my father to be the first to do it. I could only dream about it. To maintain this position for so long, the man's penis would need to be very long to ensure it remained firmly embedded in the woman's vagina during movement. Only my father could do this. If it were me, my relatively short penis would probably slip out of Xiaoying's vagina after only a few steps.

Xiaoying seemed embarrassed by her father's intention. She reached behind her back and gently pushed against his hands, while her hips began to twist, seemingly trying to temporarily break free from his penetration and control. However, she was weak at the moment, and her father, driven by lust, was as strong as an ox. No matter what she did, Xiaoying couldn't break free from her father's control. His penis remained deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina. Xiaoying stopped, unwilling to move, but her father continued to thrust his penis against her from behind, forcing her to walk while enduring his "attack" from behind. "Slap slap slap..." The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant. Her father continued thrusting, pushing Xiaoying forward, and the two slowly walked out of the bathroom, pressed tightly together. As they reached the doorway, her father released one hand from Xiaoying's slender waist and casually turned off the bathroom light. But this action reminded him that the living room light was still on.

He glanced at the living room light; older generations were very frugal, and her father was usually very economical with water and electricity at home. Now, having originally intended to go to the bedroom with Xiaoying, he looked at the light above him with a hint of stinginess in his eyes. He didn't immediately return to the bedroom with Xiaoying, but instead continued to fuck her as he slowly walked towards the living room light switch. Throughout this process, Xiaoying struggled to maintain her balance while enduring her father's thrusts from behind, her soft, cat-like moans filling the air.

To reach the living room light switch, one had to pass the sofa, which was located on the upper left side. Xiaoying initially thought her father was going to the bedroom, but now the direction seemed wrong. Unable to discern her father's intentions, she initially wanted to struggle, but now she knew she was "doomed" and could only give up resistance, letting her father "do as he pleased." When her father reached the sofa while having sex with Xiaoying, his gaze first fell on it, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He led Xiaoying to the edge of the sofa and then stopped thrusting. He gently kissed Xiaoying's earlobe, then gently pressed his hands against her shoulders. Throughout the entire ordeal, his penis never slipped out of Xiaoying's vagina.

"Xiaoying, come on, kneel on the sofa," her father said gently as he pressed Xiaoying's upper body onto the sofa. At this moment, I knew that her father wanted her to kneel on the sofa, then hold onto the back of the sofa with both hands, and then have sex with her in a "doggy style." Although it wasn't on the bed, this position was a standard doggy style. When men have sex with a woman, 80% of them prefer the doggy style because it's the position that gives men the greatest sense of accomplishment. The woman is on top of him like a dog, and it greatly satisfies his ego.

However, her father may have underestimated Xiaoying's resolve. Knowing her father's intentions, she began to struggle violently. Her inner turmoil made her strength seem excessive, catching her father off guard and almost causing her to break free. Perhaps Xiaoying was now somewhat sober; the effects of the alcohol were gradually wearing off. She realized what she had just done—actions she would never normally do for her father, yet she had done them for a man other than her husband. She might already feel regret, but she had successfully aroused her father's "animalistic desires," and her regret was useless now.

Xiaoying's hands were already pressed onto the sofa by her father. She was now propped up on the sofa, her lower body still standing straight. Her legs, which had already lost much strength, were now strained to stand upright again, driven by her inner will. It was unclear how long she could hold this position. After pressing Xiaoying's hands onto the sofa, her father shifted his focus, pressing down on her slender waist, trying to force her to kneel completely. However, he tried several times, but Xiaoying refused to "yield," her waist and legs remaining perfectly straight. He eventually became breathless but failed. He gave up on the idea. It was better to conserve his energy and make her suffer than to force her into a doggy-style position. That was my thought, but whether her father was thinking the same thing, I didn't know.

Xiaoying was now in an "n" shape, her hands on the sofa, her legs standing on the edge. Her father's hands remained on her waist, but this time he no longer pressed down hard. After catching his breath, he resumed his movements. "Slap slap slap..." "Smack smack smack..." Various sounds of sex echoed in the living room. Because Xiaoying's upper body was bent low this time, she could clearly see her father's penis going in and out of her vagina from his perspective. Each time her father withdrew, a large amount of vaginal discharge came out of Xiaoying's vagina. After being pulled out of her vagina by her father's penis, the discharge flowed down the shaft of his penis to his testicles below. With her father's thrusting, his constantly swaying testicles continuously flung the discharge onto the floor tiles. The floor tiles around the area where Xiaoying and her father stood were covered with teardrop-shaped marks of discharge.

While having sex with Xiaoying, her father stroked her back, waist, and buttocks, as if caressing his beloved "mount". Xiaoying's hair was now disheveled, hanging down and obscuring her face. She seemed too weak to moan anymore, only able to gasp for breath with each thrust of her father. Her 34D breasts, now shaped like papayas, swayed back and forth with each impact.

Throughout the ordeal, her father relentlessly assaulted Xiaoying's slender waist. While pounding into her, he would occasionally press down on her waist with his hands, trying to force her to kneel. Although Xiaoying was being tormented by her father, she maintained her composure, her legs bending under his pressure before she straightened them again. The two were engaged in a fierce battle, each striving for victory. The father clearly had the advantage, as he was standing, conserving energy, while Xiaoying, having already orgasmed and held an "n" shape, was already expending considerable effort in that position. The two were locked in a battle of attrition, a test of who would emerge victorious.

The father continued thrusting his penis in and out of Xiaoying's vagina from behind. Perhaps having already ejaculated once through oral sex, he seemed particularly persistent this time, lasting another seven or eight minutes. His expression showed no sign of impending ejaculation. After so long, the father appeared to be getting tired. He slowly lifted one leg and placed it on the sofa, his foot just a step away from Xiaoying's head, on the same plane. Standing on one leg with the other on the sofa, he swung his hips forcefully again, "Slap, slap, slap..." Xiaoying's buttocks were already bright red from the blows. It was unknown whether her buttocks would swell and become red afterward. The father occasionally pressed down on Xiaoying's slender waist, trying to force her to kneel, but Xiaoying's insistence eventually led him to give up completely. The father removed his hands from Xiaoying's slender waist and placed them on his own, like someone arrogantly putting their hands on their hips. He then began to thrust his hips back and forth, arrogantly enjoying the body of the beautiful woman before him. The woman in front of him, with her hair disheveled, could only passively endure it all, her expression unreadable.

Three minutes later, Xiaoying's body began to tremble slightly. Having had countless sexual encounters with Xiaoying, I knew this was a sign that she was about to climax again. Xiaoying, of course, understood her body and knew she was about to reach orgasm. Her legs also began to tremble slightly, as if she were about to lose her balance.

"Ah… Dad… Dad… um… wait… wait… wait a minute, let… me… ah… rest… rest for a while, um…" Xiaoying sensed her impending climax and wanted her father to stop for a moment, to let the climax subside. For some reason, Xiaoying didn't want to reach orgasm at this moment. Upon hearing Xiaoying's words, the father paused slightly, then, for some unknown reason, a smile appeared on his face. This smile wasn't sinister; it seemed he wanted to tease Xiaoying. After the brief pause, he resumed his thrusting, this time with even greater force and speed than before.

"No... um... Dad... please... please... ah... let's... let's... um... go back to bed... to bed... ah... to bed... okay... okay? Oh..." Seeing that her father ignored her and instead thrust even harder, Xiaoying persisted, arching her legs and pleading with him again. However, the father, seemingly engrossed in his pleasure, ignored her, continuing to thrust into her with his hands on his hips. "Splat splat splat..." The sounds of their genitals rubbing together never ceased.

"Ah...no...no...stop...stop...ah ha..." Xiaoying saw that her father was completely ignoring her, and she couldn't help but shake her head and scream in refusal. However, her body, which was getting closer and closer to orgasm

, betrayed her. Although her words were refusing, her body was cooperating and enduring her father's thrusts and pumps, allowing his penis to smoothly enter and exit her vagina. "Ah...no...uh...ha..." Xiaoying's orgasm came unexpectedly. Her vagina, filled with her father's penis, spurted out vaginal fluid again. The penis sprayed onto her father's lower abdomen, pubic hair, and scrotum, and slowly flowed down the legs of both her father and Xiaoying to the floor. Xiaoying let out a moan of orgasm, and at the same time let out a cry of despair. Her legs, which had been held straight, could no longer lift up any strength. Her body was like a bridge, but this bridge was now collapsing because the "weight" it was bearing had exceeded its capacity. Xiaoying's delicate body slowly sank under my desperate gaze, her legs began to bend, and finally, Xiaoying knelt on the sofa in despair, the standard doggy-style position now fully formed...

Chapter 116 Concern

On the other side of the computer, seeing Xiaoying finally kneel on the sofa, my heart began to bleed uncontrollably. Although I thought I could completely accept all of this, although I thought I could bear all of this, my heart still ached at this moment, as if my most beloved thing had been completely taken away, although I knew it was Xiaoying's unwillingness, although I knew I shouldn't blame my father and Xiaoying. What puzzled me was that, at the same time as my heart ached, my exposed penis became even harder, and the glans began to tingle. Seeing this scene, I almost ejaculated without masturbating. Was my cuckoldry mentality slowly growing?

After Xiaoying knelt on the sofa, her hands, which had been holding onto the back of the sofa, gradually lost their strength, and finally her hands slid off the back of the sofa, slowly resting on the seat of the sofa. At this moment, Xiaoying's hands and knees were on the same plane. Because of the slip of her hands, Xiaoying's upper body was basically lying face down on the sofa, and her face with her hair was almost pressed against the sofa. Only her shapely buttocks were still raised because of the support of her knees. Her father's thick and long penis was still firmly inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid.

Xiaoying seemed resigned to her fate, taking deep breaths at the same pace as her father. Her anus, with its pink labia, contracted and relaxed with each breath and tremble. The recent thrusting seemed to have exhausted her father's strength. He stroked Xiaoying's slender waist and buttocks while adjusting his breathing to regain his energy. At this moment, Xiaoying's buttocks were at their highest point, her pink labia fully exposed to the bedroom light, the two tender buttocks spread wide open. Her father looked down at his penis inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, the pink labia right before his eyes. He seemed to have always been curious about Xiaoying's anus; as he recovered his strength, he lowered his head, as if wanting to kiss it.

The father, however, overestimated himself. He desperately tried to kiss Xiaoying's anus, but to maintain penetration, he couldn't. After several attempts, he realized he couldn't kiss her anus unless he pulled it out. He hesitated, weighing his options. Finally, he made his choice. Slowly, he withdrew his penis, inch by inch, from Xiaoying's vagina. With a crisp "pop," Xiaoying seemed to relax instantly at the sudden withdrawal, letting out a heavy sigh.

His penis, still erect, glistened from the friction of Xiaoying's vaginal walls, dripping semen onto the floor tiles. The moment it was pulled out, he felt a sense of release. He quickly lowered his head, and "sizzle..." his mouth instantly covered Xiaoying's anus.

"Ah..." The father's unintentional intrusion caused Xiaoying, who was resting prone, to let out a soft moan. Then, as her father licked her anus, her body slowly trembled. I had never licked Xiaoying's anus before; only she had licked mine once. Was this the only difference between my father and me?

"Sizzle...pop..." My father greedily kissed and sucked on Xiaoying's anus. Her breasts and anus seemed to attract him most; he always adored these two parts. He forcefully spread Xiaoying's buttocks, exposing her entire anus to his gaze. He would admire it with fascination for a moment, then kiss and savor it deeply. Under the dual stimulation of her father's thrusting and licking, Xiaoying's upper body lost its last strength. Finally, her hands slowly lost their support, and she collapsed onto the sofa, helplessly allowing her father to kiss and ravage her rear.

My father seemed to have finally had enough. Looking at Xiaoying lying limply on the sofa, a smile flashed across his face. My father, looking at his still-erect penis, seemed to want to test its firmness. He vigorously thrust it back and forth, his penis bouncing up and down under his conscious control. At that moment, I sincerely admired my father; he could control the angle and movement of his penis at will.

After testing his penis, a satisfied expression appeared on his face. He turned his gaze back to Xiaoying's vulva, seemingly preparing to continue having sex with her. However, Xiaoying was now extremely weak, completely powerless, and could only lie on the sofa to recover her strength. I originally thought my father would climb on Xiaoying's back and roughly insert his penis into her vagina. But my father's next action surprised me. Seeing Xiaoying like this, his initial lust gradually subsided, and a trace of heartache and pity appeared in his eyes. A flash of clarity and recollection crossed his eyes, as if he were recalling everything he had just done to Xiaoying, the rough way he had hurt his most beloved goddess. At this moment, if the father wanted, he could continue having doggy-style sex with Xiaoying, but his reluctance and pity for her had taken the initiative.

Finally, the father sighed with self-reproach, slowly walked to the light switch in the living room, and turned off the light. The entire bedroom fell into darkness, greatly reducing the visual impact. After turning off the light, the father returned to the sofa and then slowly turned Xiaoying, who was lying face down, over. Now, Xiaoying's face was finally exposed to the camera. With the night vision function of the camera, I saw that Xiaoying was covered in sweat, a strand of hair on her forehead was stuck to her face with sweat, and tears were streaming down her face. It seemed that her submission after being fucked by her father was filled with resentment, and those tears were proof of it. At this moment, Xiaoying was less sexy and more pitiful. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, but occasional sobs seemed to indicate that she had just cried, but the father's frenzy and the sounds of sex had masked her tears.

Seeing his "masterpiece," the father's face flashed with deep remorse. He bent down and lovingly picked up Xiaoying. Although Xiaoying was completely weak, the father, having not yet ejaculated, still had plenty of strength. Besides, Xiaoying was very slender, her body supple and light, making it easy for him to lift her. He held Xiaoying's back with one arm and her legs with the other. Xiaoying, utterly powerless, could only obediently rest her face in her father's armpit, seemingly listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth.

The father carried Xiaoying towards his bedroom, kissing her cheeks and forehead as he went, as if comforting and apologizing. Xiaoying remained motionless, simply letting her father hold her; she seemed to have no strength to respond. My father and Xiaoying didn't engage in doggy style sex on the sofa. At that moment, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment, but I knew it was too early to have such complex emotions. Who knew if they would continue with doggy style sex once they got to the bedroom?

In my father's bedroom, he gently placed Xiaoying on the bed. She seemed asleep, only her uneven breathing indicating she was alive. After placing her on the bed, my father turned on the room light, and the surveillance footage became clear again. Xiaoying was lying naked on my father's bed, one leg slightly curled up, one hand covering her face to shield her eyes from the glare, seemingly trying to hide her shyness. After turning on the light, my father sat on the edge of the bed, admiring every part of Xiaoying from head to toe. My father's penis remained erect. He prepared to get on the bed, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he seemed to remember something, got off the bed again, and went to his wardrobe to take out a blanket.

I remember when I saw the video of the two of them finishing, there was a blanket under Xiaoying's lower body, covered with her father's semen and her vaginal fluids. I initially thought Xiaoying had prepared it, but now it seems her father had. Perhaps seeing how Xiaoying always changed the sheets for her father after they finished, he thought of this method out of concern for her. Seeing this, I felt a little comforted. After all, her father wasn't just driven by lust. While enjoying Xiaoying's body, he also cared for and considered her needs in various ways, instead of blindly pursuing pleasure without thinking. He always cared for and loved Xiaoying; who wouldn't like such a man? I hope Xiaoying's heart won't ultimately be swayed by her father.

Her father took the blanket, then used one hand to lift Xiaoying's legs and buttocks, gently placing the blanket under her. After doing this, Xiaoying had almost recovered. She wearily opened her eyes. She had felt everything her father had just done. She glanced lazily at the light, which seemed a little too bright, then looked at her father with a complicated expression. She had just been forced onto the sofa by her father in a doggy-style position, and she couldn't help but feel resentful towards him. However, her father had gently carried her into the bedroom instead of continuing to "torture" her on the sofa, and had tenderly placed a blanket under her lower body. These caring details seemed to have diluted her resentment towards her father.

Xiaoying glanced at her father with a complicated expression, then said nothing more. She closed her eyes again, seemingly waiting for what was to come. Since she had decided to have relations with her father tonight, she wouldn't refuse anything halfway through. Having enjoyed the moment enough and recovered, the father slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt at Xiaoying's feet. He touched Xiaoying's legs with both hands; her legs seemed powerless, allowing him to manipulate them. He curled Xiaoying's legs up, her feet supporting her weight on the bed, her knees pointing towards the ceiling. After curling her legs, he placed his hands on her knees and gently spread them apart, forming an "M" shape. Xiaoying's still-erect breasts were once again exposed to the light and her father's gaze.

Having done this, the father slowly moved his knees forward, simultaneously pressing Xiaoying's legs towards her upper body. The father slowly moved forward on his knees, spreading Xiaoying's legs wider and wider until he reached his destination, his glans just a step away from Xiaoying's vulva. Once there, instead of using his hands to support his penis, he continued to spread Xiaoying's legs as wide as possible. He brought his glans close to Xiaoying's vaginal opening and, using the same method he had just tested, began to control his penis with his brain, without using his hands. His penis began to move up and down on its own, adjusting its angle to find the optimal direction for entry into Xiaoying's vagina.

After a few tries, he found the right angle, his glans successfully touching Xiaoying's labia and vaginal opening. He took a deep breath, thrusting his hips forward. Using the lubrication from their previous intercourse and Xiaoying's recent adaptation to his penis, his glans easily parted Xiaoying's labia and slowly disappeared into her vagina.

"Ah..." Xiaoying let out a soft moan. Her father had inserted the head of his penis into her vagina, then with a powerful thrust of his hips, it plunged in completely, without any hesitation. "Slap..." His hips pressed tightly against Xiaoying's, their pubic hair wet and sticky together. "Oh..." Returning to Xiaoying's vagina, her father let out a breath of pure bliss. After penetration, he slowly began to thrust, the pace initially slow. "Slap slap slap..." The soft sounds of flesh colliding filled the bedroom, their hips pressing together with each thrust, producing a soft, crisp sound. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." The friction between his penis and vagina also filled the air. Xiaoying's body swayed with each thrust, her 34D breasts tracing perfect arcs on her chest.

Her father's thrusting speed gradually increased; once again, face-to-face with Xiaoying, making love made him incredibly excited. Slowly, the father released Xiaoying's legs, letting them naturally spread apart and rest on either side of his body. He supported himself on the bed with his hands for balance, his thrusting and pounding continuing unabated. His thick, wet penis repeatedly entered and exited Xiaoying's vagina, drawing out drops of vaginal fluid. The father slowly lowered himself, his hands still on the bed, only his neck and head bowed.

"Ah...oh..." Xiaoying's nipple was suddenly taken into her mouth by her father, the stimulation, other than vaginal stimulation, causing Xiaoying to let out a strange moan. The father lowered his head and suckled on one of Xiaoying's nipples, making her breast, which had flattened due to gravity, swell up again, forming a round, hammer-like shape. The father greedily sucked on Xiaoying's nipple, like a hungry infant greedily suckling at its mother's milk. After tasting one nipple, the father would suckle the other, repeatedly tasting both nipples. Perhaps afraid he couldn't reach them, Xiaoying would occasionally arch her upper body, unintentionally offering her nipple to his mouth.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the squelching of genitals, the sucking of the nipples, and the moans of pleasure echoed in the father's bedroom…

Chapter 117 Yin Yang.

Sitting on the hotel bed, watching the video of my father and Xiaoying making love, I masturbated with one hand, my palm covered in the fluid from my glans. It had been a long time since I'd had a satisfying masturbation. The speed and frequency of my masturbation matched the thrusting rhythm of my father in the video. Under the influence of alcohol, I felt I could last longer than usual. At that moment, fueled by the alcohol, a stubborn streak rose within me, as if I wanted to compete with the father in the video to see who could last the longest.

While my father was having sex with Xiaoying, he was also sucking on her nipples and areolas, and Xiaoying was constantly adjusting her upper body from side to side with his sucking, making it easier for him to suckle her breasts. From the moment my father first penetrated her on the bed, Xiaoying's red lips remained open, constantly exhaling fragrant breaths, and uttering seductive moans and cries of pleasure. Xiaoying's upper body swayed up and down with my father's thrusts, her back rubbing against the bed. At this moment, both my father and Xiaoying were covered in beads of sweat, which shimmered like pearls under the studio light.

Under the light, I could clearly see my father and Xiaoying making love face to face. Although the alcohol had numbed me, and although I stubbornly persisted despite my reluctance, after less than five minutes of masturbation, I couldn't withstand the dual impact of the masturbation and the video. "Ssss..." A stream of white semen spurted from my urethra. Stimulated and influenced by my father and Xiaoying's lovemaking, my ejaculation was fierce this time; the first spurt even hit the computer screen. The pleasure of ejaculation made me involuntarily rub my buttocks against the bed in rhythm with my ejaculation. At the moment of ejaculation, it felt as if a clear spring had flowed through my entire body, making me feel comfortable and at ease. The happiest moment for a man is the instant of ejaculation, but the moment of ejaculation is extremely brief, followed by endless emptiness.

My father and Xiaoying continued their intense intercourse. I sighed, picked up a tissue from beside the computer, and began wiping my penis, my hands, and finally the semen on the computer screen. Although I was unwilling, my stamina still couldn't compare to my father's. I took a tissue and wiped the computer screen, the tissue sliding across the image of Xiaoying and my father making love, slowly covering the entire screen with semen. But I tried to direct my semen to where Xiaoying was on the screen, and finally, my ejaculate completely covered Xiaoying's image on the computer, as if Xiaoying was covered in my semen. Looking at the semen on the screen, I felt a little better and more satisfied. At least before my father raped Xiaoying, Xiaoying was the first to be drenched in my semen, although it was a very hypocritical comfort.

Slowly, my father seemed to have enjoyed Xiaoying's breasts enough, and his mouth seemed to start moving upwards, but because Xiaoying's image was covered by my semen, I couldn't see where my father's head reached. Stopping the hypocritical search for self-comfort, I quickly grabbed a brand new tissue and frantically wiped Xiaoying's image. In no time, I wiped the semen off Xiaoying's image, and Xiaoying's image was exposed to my gaze again. However, the scene at this moment made my penis, which had been limp after ejaculating, slowly begin to erect and stand up.

Just now, I saw the father leave Xiaoying's breast and move up to her lips, their mouths pressed tightly together, a soft "sizzle" sound emanating from between them. Because of the semen, I must have missed a small part, so I quickly rewound the video to the moment the father's lips left Xiaoying's nipple. I saw that after leaving Xiaoying's nipple, the father's lips kissed along Xiaoying's broken bones and neck, finally reaching her pointed chin. Xiaoying, somewhat dazed from being fucked by her father, with the last vestige of consciousness remaining in her mind, slightly turned her head to the side, trying to avoid her father's kiss. But after kissing Xiaoying's chin, the father simply tilted his head and cleanly and decisively captured Xiaoying's red lips. Xiaoying's movements were sluggish due to weakness after her orgasm, or perhaps her evasion wasn't firm enough; therefore, the father easily grasped Xiaoying's red lips.

The father tilted his head and covered Xiaoying's red lips with his stubble-covered mouth. His mouth was large, while Xiaoying's mouth was small, like a cherry. Xiaoying's entire mouth disappeared into his mouth, as if she had been swallowed. The father, still holding Xiaoying's mouth, slowly turned his head back, until Xiaoying had no choice but to turn her face back to him. The father greedily savored Xiaoying's red lips, sucking and spitting out each time, turning his head to the left and then to the right. Xiaoying's originally dry lips became wet from his taste. Finally, the father, face to face, held Xiaoying's lips

tightly and didn't let go. Because their mouths were pressed together, the room was quieter, filled only with the sounds of flesh colliding, their heavy breathing, and the nasal "mmm..." sounds. Watching the two people on the screen, I felt a hallucination. I saw that the father and Xiaoying's bodies seemed to become transparent, with two different streams of energy, each a different color, each existing independently within its own body. The energy flow within the father's body is "yang," while the energy flow within Xiaoying's body is "yin." At this moment, these two energies are not simply confined to their own bodies, but are exchanging energy through the two points of connection between their bodies. The father's yang energy is continuously transported through his thick, long penis into Xiaoying's vagina, while Xiaoying's yin energy is continuously transported through her lips into the father's mouth. The two energy flows are also constantly exchanging counter-clockwise through their tightly connected lower bodies and their tightly joined mouths. Slowly, the most primal yin and yang energies begin to merge within their bodies, eventually forming an energy "embryo." This embryo will eventually transform into life and develop within the mother's womb, undergoing ten months of gestation… This is the most primitive process and method of procreation among living beings.

Watching the yin and yang energies slowly merging, my hand instinctively reached for the computer screen. I had to stop it. I couldn't let Xiaoying become pregnant with my father's child. I could accept other things, but I absolutely could not allow Xiaoying to bear my father's child. My efforts were in vain; my hands couldn't reach them through the computer screen. Finally, before my very eyes, the two yin and yang energies completely merged, forming a living "energy embryo," which slowly grew into Xiaoying's uterus.

"No…!" I roared in the pitch-black night, a roar filled with regret and despair. I even felt the hotel windows tremble slightly from my shout. "Boom…" With my own roar, my mind instantly cleared. I was jolted awake from my hallucination. I shook my head. On the screen, my father and Xiaoying's bodies appeared perfectly normal. Was it the alcohol and the intense stimulation of the night that caused the hallucination? Although the hallucination was gone, and felt incredibly unreal, the feeling had been so real. But I knew I was just scaring myself. Xiaoying always wore an IUD; even if my father had sex with her a thousand times, she would never get pregnant.

At that moment, I felt as if I had just experienced a life-or-death separation. My forehead and body were soaked with sweat. I quickly paused the video on my computer, then got out of bed and dragged my weak steps towards the bathroom. I needed to grab a towel to wipe myself away the sweat. But just as I reached the bathroom, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door. "Who could it be so late?" I muttered to myself. Although it felt strange, I opened the door anyway. There stood the hotel staff member on duty, looking puzzled and anxious.

"Hello, sir, what's wrong?" The hotel staff member was very professional; despite his confusion, he politely inquired.

"Nothing happened? What's wrong?"

"Well, we just heard a scream from your room, and people in other rooms called our front desk to ask what was going on. We thought something had happened..." The waiter tried to peek into the room through my body. It turned out it was because of my angry shout. In the dark and quiet of the night, the commotion it caused was unimaginable. Even if the room was well soundproofed, it would still have carried to other rooms and the hallway. It was understandable that the waiter came to ask.

"Oh... nothing, I just fell asleep and had a nightmare. I woke up scared. Look, I'm covered in cold sweat. I was just about to get a towel to wipe it off, haha." Thinking about the blunder I had just made, my mind raced, and I quickly made up an excuse to cover it up.

"Oh...it's alright, sorry to bother you. Get some rest, I apologize." The waiter glanced into the room through my body a few times, and after hearing my explanation, he didn't seem suspicious. He greeted me politely for a few moments before turning and leaving. However, as he walked away, there seemed to be a hint of mockery and ambiguity in his eyes, and a deep distrust in his gaze. Although it was subtle, I still caught it. The waiter slowly walked away. Although I felt puzzled, I still closed the door and turned back. In that instant, I finally understood why the waiter had such a mocking, ambiguous, and distrustful expression. It turned out that my computer was still on the hotel bed, but the screen was always facing the door. At that moment, I had paused the video of my father and Xiaoying having sex. Their bodies were naked and intertwined on the screen. Although the waiter couldn't see my father and Xiaoying's faces in the video, he must have thought that I was watching porn in a hotel in the middle of the night and doing something sordid. As for that scream just now, maybe it was just me playing some perverted sex game. Who would watch porn on their computer while having nightmares?

At that moment, I slapped my forehead. How could I have been so careless? I forgot to turn off the computer. Now, people thought I was a pervert. I sighed. So what if I'm a pervert? Matching my father and my beloved wife in bed, while I secretly masturbated—what else would that be but perversion in the eyes of ordinary people? But only perverts like us can experience this kind of perverted pleasure. I shook

my head, deciding not to think about it anymore. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and dried myself before returning to bed. I started the video on the computer. My father and Xiaoying, who had been still, began to move again. Their mouths were still tightly locked, but judging from the outline of Xiaoying's cheek, something seemed to be moving in her mouth. I knew without a doubt that it was my father's tongue inside her. Seeing such a stimulating scene, I stopped thinking about anything else. I pretended I was watching a domestic incestuous AV and continued masturbating.

Time ticked by, and the father's thrusting became increasingly rapid, eventually reaching a frenzied pace. The sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder and faster. Finally, the father thrust his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina, remaining motionless. From his contracting testicles and his dark, hairy anus, it was clear that he was continuously ejaculating into Xiaoying's uterus, while Xiaoying, pinned beneath him, was being repeatedly inseminated. Slowly, Xiaoying's vagina filled with semen, and excess semen was squeezed out, flowing from her vaginal opening, then over her pink anus, finally dripping onto the blanket beneath her snowy buttocks.

The father's ejaculation continued. He prepared to remove his mouth from Xiaoying's. His mouth slowly left hers, but a tongue remained connecting their parted lips; he had sucked Xiaoying's tongue out. Only when their mouths were partially separated, and part of the tongue was exposed, did I realize that the tongue wasn't Xiaoying's, but the father's. It turned out that the father had been using his tongue to explore and stir within Xiaoying's mouth, and at the moment of his ejaculation, Xiaoying had also reached her second orgasm. The father's removal of his tongue from Xiaoying's mouth was initially smooth, but in the instant of Xiaoying's orgasm, she involuntarily sucked on his tongue tightly. This action made it difficult and slow for the father, who had previously been able to easily remove his mouth.

The father slowly raised his head, his mouth and tongue following suit. Xiaoying, still climaxing, tightly gripped his tongue with her lips, feeling it about to escape her mouth. She even lifted her head to follow, wrapping her arms around his neck, seemingly unwilling to let his tongue leave her. Her arms were draped around his neck, his tongue entwined with her lips, and their heads slowly rose. The father was like an "aerial refueling tanker," and Xiaoying like a fighter jet running low on fuel. The "tanker" was tightly connected to the "fighter jet" via the refueling hose, continuously supplying the "fighter jet" with the fuel it desperately needed.

Watching the video of the two people with their genitals and mouths tightly connected, imagining my father's semen continuously flowing into Xiaoying's vagina through his penis, I, who had already ejaculated once, masturbated again and erupted. However, because I had just ejaculated once, this time I only ejaculated a few drops of clear, sticky fluid...

Chapter 118 Failure

Slowly, the two planes finally finished refueling. The climax slowly subsided, and Xiaoying finally released her father's tongue. "Sizzle..." My father's tongue was freed from Xiaoying's mouth. After ejaculating, my father slowly fell to Xiaoying's other side. With the movement of his body and the change of his side, my father's limp penis was pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina little by little. Although my father's was already limp, it was still longer than my erect penis. "Pop..." My father's remaining glans was finally pulled out of Xiaoying's vaginal opening, and the limp penis was like a dead snake coiled between my father's legs.

The moment her father's penis was withdrawn, semen gushed from Xiaoying's vagina, as if her artery had been severed and blood was gushing out. With each spurt, Xiaoying's body trembled slightly. The semen flowed over Xiaoying's anus, slowly pooling on the blanket beneath her buttocks. Perhaps the blanket wasn't very permeable, or perhaps her father's semen was too rich and viscous, but the pooled semen lingered, unwilling to seep into the blanket. The semen continued to flow slowly from her vaginal opening, passing over Xiaoying's anus. Was the fact that Xiaoying's anus was stained with her father's semen a form of non-penetration aphrodisiac?

Xiaoying and her father lay on the bed with their eyes closed, only their breathing gradually calming and becoming even. Both were drenched in sweat; the recent sexual encounter had exhausted them both. They lay motionless on the bed, recovering their strength and savoring the afterglow of their orgasm. As the saying goes, a man's semen is worth ten drops of blood, and this is no exaggeration. Excessive ejaculation can severely deplete a man's body. Although my father was very vigorous just now, ejaculating twice in a row has left him very weak. His previously swollen testicles are now half their normal size.

Looking at the two of them resting, this is probably the first scene I'll see when I turn on the live feed tonight. They've just finished their sexual encounter. I initially thought this was my father's first ejaculation, but after watching the replay, I realized it was his second. Will they take a shower and then go for a third time? I remember when I was on the phone with Xiaoying, they had a third round. They're just lying lazily on the bed, seemingly with no intention of showering. I wiped my penis with a tissue, looking at the clear, sticky fluid from my second ejaculation. The color alone showed that the sperm count was pitifully low, while my father's second ejaculation was still thick and white. It's obvious who has the stronger reproductive function.

After wiping my hands clean, I clicked on the computer, fast-forwarding the recording. I saw that after about ten minutes of calming down, the father reached for Xiaoying's breast, his eyes closed as he kneaded it. Xiaoying remained still, not opening her eyes, letting her father caress her breast. Her breasts were being kneaded and reshaped by his touch, and the two lay quietly side-by-side, face to face. I kept fast-forwarding the recording, but neither of them showed any intention of getting up to shower.

The bedroom light was still on. The father seemed to have regained his strength; he looked up at Xiaoying, who was still resting with her eyes closed, a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness in his eyes, his hand still kneading her breast. The father slowly sat up, his gaze sweeping over Xiaoying's body—her cheeks, breasts, lower abdomen, slender waist—before finally settling on her vulva. He sat up and looked down at her vulva, now dry of semen. The opening he had stretched open was now closed, with traces of his semen still clinging to her pubic hair and labia. His eyes lingered on Xiaoying's vulva and the semen stains, then drifted to the blanket and her anus. Xiaoying's legs remained in an "M" position, her knees limp at her sides.

Slowly, half an hour had passed since his second ejaculation. His penis had gradually recovered. Stimulated by Xiaoying's post-coital appearance, it began to erect again, though not fully erect this time due to the two previous ejaculations, it was still nearly 20 centimeters long. As the father admired Xiaoying, he stroked his penis, seemingly trying to achieve maximum erection. Perhaps he overestimated himself; at his age, ejaculating twice was already impressive. Was he seeking a breakthrough?

Looking at Xiaoying's alluring curves, then down at his own inability to fully erect, a flicker of resentment crossed his eyes. Watching Xiaoying's gradually drying curves, a resolute expression crossed his face. He straightened his body, kneeling between Xiaoying's legs. He cherished this special night. Was he preparing to thoroughly enjoy Xiaoying, or to completely conquer her? He held his penis with both hands, then pressed the glans against Xiaoying's breasts. Xiaoying was lost in thought; even if she was exhausted, she should be awake by now. Was she thinking of him? Was she thinking of his broken promise?

"Hmph..." The father gripped his penis with both hands, then suddenly lowered himself, and Xiaoying let out a muffled groan. Although her father wasn't fully erect, his penis was still firm enough, and Xiaoying had just had sex, so her vagina was still quite wet. Her vaginal opening had also been dilated by her father's penis, so he was able to penetrate her fully. After penetration, he didn't immediately thrust in and out, but instead supported Xiaoying's legs with both hands as he calmed and felt her.

After being fully penetrated, Xiaoying let out a muffled groan, but then she opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows. She looked at her vagina, at the point where her father's penis connected to hers, her brow furrowed, and her face showed confusion. She probably couldn't believe it after being penetrated again by her father, because he had already ejaculated twice. She absolutely couldn't believe he could get erect again and have sex with her, but now she was indeed being penetrated. She raised her weak upper body, looking at what was inside her vagina.

"Dad, no...don't come anymore, I'm so tired." After realizing it was indeed her father's penis, a hint of fear flashed in Xiaoying's eyes; she seemed not to have expected her father to penetrate her vagina again. But when something is practically within reach, there's no reason not to take it. Ignoring Xiaoying, the father maintained his full penetration, forcefully pressing Xiaoying's legs towards her chest. Xiaoying's buttocks slowly lifted off the bed, her elbows supporting her upper body; only her buttocks remained on the surface. Having achieved this position, the father began thrusting rapidly…

This is what I saw when I called Xiaoying. After they had been having sex for a while, I immediately called Xiaoying, but her phone was in our bedroom. They were so engrossed in making love that I kept calling her repeatedly, but no one answered. My birthday passed by completely.

I've seen the rest of the scene. I kept fast-forwarding to see if they made any new progress. I fast-forwarded to twenty minutes in, and my father was still in that position with Xiaoying. Two minutes later, he suddenly stopped thrusting. I felt something was off. Had he ejaculated? But then he pulled out his penis, and I realized he hadn't ejaculated; it was just flaccid. Xiaoying, having already had several orgasms, was less enthusiastic this time and didn't reach orgasm. During her father's thrusting, pain gradually appeared on her face. It seemed her sexual desire had completely subsided, and the friction of their genitals only caused her discomfort. But for her father's sake, and for revenge against me, she seemed to be enduring it silently. Finally, the father stopped thrusting and withdrew his penis. She opened her eyes and looked at his now limp penis. She didn't show disappointment; instead, she looked relaxed and relieved.

After lowering Xiaoying's legs, the father lay back down on the bed. Seeing that his third attempt with Xiaoying hadn't succeeded, I breathed a sigh of relief. If the father had succeeded a third time, bringing Xiaoying to orgasm before ejaculating himself, I would have felt incredibly ashamed. The father had overestimated himself and violated the natural laws of physiology. Being able to ejaculate twice in three hours was already remarkable; a third attempt would have been fatal. The father sighed, seemingly unwilling to accept that he hadn't completed the third time. The scene froze briefly again. I checked the time on the computer; it was already 2 AM.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight's events had given me a lot: pain, guilt, disappointment, fear, yet also immense sexual stimulation. Although it only lasted a few hours, it felt like Tang Sanzang had gone through eighty-one tribulations. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for me. I need to process all the feelings I had tonight, and also think about how to make amends tomorrow. Will Xiaoying forgive me? She definitely will. After all, this isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. It's not enough to destroy our relationship. After all, I forgot her birthday because I was too busy with work. This isn't an excuse; it really is.

Then I checked my phone. There were no incoming calls, meaning Xiaoying hadn't called me at all. Did she see those dozen or so missed calls but not call back? Is she still angry with me? Or…? Then another possibility suddenly occurred to me: perhaps Xiaoying hasn't seen my missed calls yet? I frantically turned on the live security camera feed. The time on the monitor was synchronized with mine. In my father's bedroom, he was lying on his side, fast asleep. One arm was under Xiaoying's head, and the other was wrapped around her body. Xiaoying was also asleep in her father's arms. There were traces of semen on the blanket beneath them, and their genitals didn't seem to have been cleaned. Perhaps they were too tired; after their third failed attempt at sex, they hadn't even showered or gotten out of bed, just fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Watching the two of them sleeping peacefully in the video, I felt a mix of sadness and joy. The sadness stemmed from the fact that Xiaoying hadn't returned to our bedroom tonight; she had stayed in my father's bedroom for the first time. Would they have a special kind of "morning exercise" when they woke up tomorrow morning and my father was back to his usual vigor? The good news was that Xiaoying hadn't seen my missed call yet. At least I was certain she hadn't deliberately ignored it, which gave me a glimmer of hope and a sense of relief. If she had seen my call and hadn't called back, it would have been even more heartbreaking. At that moment, I was more focused on the good than the bad.

The video call lasted a little longer. My father and Xiaoying remained in the same position, sleeping sweetly together in an embrace. But I wasn't sleepy at all. Despite the numbing effect of the alcohol, I took out a cigarette and smoked it one by one. Slowly, the ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and the smell of smoke lingered in the hotel room. I thought about how to mend my relationship with Xiaoying and how to make up for my mistakes. I thought about the bracelet. For the next two days, I would continue to pretend I had forgotten Xiaoying's birthday. The first thing I would do upon returning from my business trip was to buy the bracelet and surprise her, hoping it would make up for it.

I put my pajama bottoms back on. After ejaculating twice, my penis was throbbing slightly; I had masturbated too much. Thinking of my father's prowess tonight, I decided to order some more of the sex drugs I gave him online when I got back. He'd already tried them and had a blast with Xiaoying. It would be a shame if I didn't try them myself. Although the drugs would harm my body, I'd recovered, so one dose shouldn't be a problem. That was it. I needed to reclaim my manly dignity. If my father could do it, why couldn't I?

I shut down the computer, turned off the lights, and lay on the hotel bed. Thinking about the heavy workload ahead and my inability to sleep, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Since deciding to bring my father and Xiaoying together, things had been incredibly tumultuous. It seemed like I'd experienced more in this period than in the past two or three decades, tasting almost every flavor of life. Looking out the window at the moonlight, I imagined Xiaoying and her father sleeping together in each other's arms at this hour. A mix of emotions welled up inside me. They wouldn't be apart tonight. Tomorrow, when the three of us wake up, we might experience different things. My father would be happy, with a hint of guilt towards me. Xiaoying, after the pleasure of sex, would be radiant, but would she regret it after she sobered up? As for me, Xiaoying would definitely see my missed call in the morning. Would she call me back? And if she did, how should I explain why I called?

I kept glancing at my phone, knowing it was impossible, but still clinging to a sliver of hope. I'd shut down the computer, and I couldn't see the home security camera anymore. I still held onto a tiny glimmer of hope: that Xiaoying would suddenly wake up, get out of her father's bed, and drag her weary body back to our bedroom. Seeing my dozen or so missed calls, she'd think I had something urgent, or that she wanted to congratulate her, and then, overjoyed, call me back regardless of the time…

But fantasies are beautiful. I waited until four in the morning, but the phone remained silent; not a single call came in. I knew no more calls were coming. A deep disappointment washed over me. I put down my phone, thinking about my work the next day, and tried to fall asleep. With a hard-won drowsiness, I closed my eyes and drifted off, though my sleep was neither restful nor comfortable…

Chapter 119 Borrowing Flowers

Xiaoying, wearing a wedding dress, was with her father, and the two held their wedding in a church. This May-December romance received many blessings and understanding. They were showered with well wishes from family and friends, while I sat in the audience below the church, listening to the wedding music and the applause. "No..." I wanted to shout at them, but my cries were no match for the wedding music and the blessings from everyone else. Watching my father and Xiaoying, dressed in their wedding attire, gaze deeply into each other's eyes, exchange wedding rings, and finally, with the pastor's blessing, their wedding was complete, and they became a legally married couple. I could only sit in a deserted corner, tears streaming down my face. My heart was breaking, and tears flowed uncontrollably... "Wife, wife, I love you. May Buddha bless you, may you have a healthy body, be healthy and beautiful..." I was startled awake by the ringing of my phone while dreaming. I opened my eyes, freed from my reverie. My body was soaked in sweat, and I struggled to wake myself up. Once fully awake, I found myself in a hotel room. It was all a dream, a dream that broke my heart. I dreamt that Xiaoying left me and married my father, living happily ever after. Thankfully, it was just a dream, not reality.

This dream suddenly stirred up my previously carefree mind. My initial intention in bringing my father and Xiaoying together was to let them enjoy the pleasures of sex. I had always been at ease because I believed I wouldn't lose Xiaoying. However, this dream served as a wake-up call. Last night's events had shaken my resolve. Xiaoying and my father were very open during sex last night, seemingly lost in it. While there was a sense of revenge and the influence of alcohol, how much of it was genuine indulgence? My father has gradually opened up, beginning to fully enjoy the sex and tenderness Xiaoying provides. But will he become completely entangled? Will he lose himself in it? Will he ultimately disregard our father-son relationship and start having an affair? Everything seems uncertain now. What should I do?

At that moment, I remembered my phone beside my pillow. I hadn't answered it because of my thoughts. The phone rang again immediately after it stopped ringing. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of those thoughts. Who would call me so early in the morning? My heart tightened the moment I saw the caller ID; it was Xiaoying who answered. She must have seen my missed calls this morning. It was a little past 6 a.m., the time she'd be getting up, washing, having breakfast, and getting ready for work. She must have just woken up from her father's arms.

Holding the phone, I wondered how to explain things to her. Would she still be angry after she sobered up? Would she forgive me? Would she confront me on the phone? What's coming will come, I thought nervously as I answered the phone. The call connected, but there was only even breathing on the other end; no words were spoken. Neither Xiaoying nor I seemed willing to speak first.

"Honey, are you up?" Xiaoying finally spoke, her voice weary but tinged with sadness, even a hint of a sob. Life had to go on, and besides, I couldn't let her "sentence me to death" just because I forgot her birthday. Xiaoying's words and emotions were exactly what I expected.

"Ah... I just woke up..." I wanted to ask about the phone call last night. Although I knew the reason, it was only natural that I should ask. But the words stuck in my throat, as if I couldn't speak because of my sadness and guilt.

"Honey, I'm sorry... Waaah..." Xiaoying must have heard my exhaustion and sadness on the phone. She actually started sobbing and apologizing to me. Logically, I should be the one apologizing to her. Besides, why was she crying after apologizing? I suddenly felt very confused.

"Honey, you... you... you must have waited very late last night, right?" Xiaoying stopped crying and asked me hesitantly on the other end of the phone. It seemed she wanted to explain why I didn't answer her phone last night. But how would she explain it? She had been resentful towards me before, but this morning she suddenly asked me hesitantly, seemingly with an apologetic tone. This left me a little confused.

"Yes, I waited until very late and called you so many times, but you didn't answer. Honey, it's all my fault, please forgive me..." I took this opportunity to quickly apologize to Xiaoying to make up for my mistake.

"No...no...Honey, you're not wrong, it's Xiaoying who's wrong. I didn't dare not believe you, I didn't dare to blame you. You've done so much for me, and I still wronged you. Honey, thank you, I really like your gift..." Before I could finish speaking, Xiaoying eagerly interrupted me and started explaining, even thanking me. Wait, a gift? What gift did she like? I didn't give her a gift! My brain was even more confused now, it was completely blank.

"You're so annoying, you teased me like that, making me sad for a whole day and night. But, honey, I'm very happy now. It turns out you didn't forget my birthday and gave me a surprise..." Xiaoying continued talking to me, but because my brain was blank, I didn't respond. I was still confused.

"Honey, I only found the gift this morning when I was making the bed. I didn't see it under the pillow last night, and I thought you forgot my birthday, so I got angry and put my phone on silent as punishment. I didn't expect it to make you call so many times and stay up so late. I'll make it up to you when I get home, okay?" Xiaoying hadn't heard me and thought I was still angry about her not answering my calls last night, so she quickly explained, even though I knew it was a lie. Under the pillow…a gift… Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. Xiaoying found the gift under the pillow…could it be…? I suddenly thought of a possibility, but I wasn't sure.

"I'm not angry, I'm just too tired. Okay, honey, I'm glad you like the gift. I need to wash up and go to work now, I'm too busy. We can talk later." Because I didn't understand the situation, I decided to end the call with Xiaoying first to clarify things, so as not to make a big misunderstanding later. Something must have happened. I decided to check the security footage to find out what happened.

After hanging up Xiaoying's call, I checked the time. We were supposed to meet at 8:00 AM, so I had an hour and a half—plenty of time. I could skip breakfast if necessary. Without washing up or even getting dressed, I quickly grabbed my laptop and opened the home security camera replay. I stopped the footage at the time I went to sleep.

In the video, my father was holding Xiaoying, both of them fast asleep, exhausted. After what happened this morning, I carefully observed my father's expression. Although he appeared to be asleep, his brow twitched occasionally, and his cheeks would twitch slightly. Having known my father's expressions since childhood, I knew he wasn't asleep; he was deep in thought. I was all too familiar with that thoughtful expression on his face. I fast-forwarded the video. About half an hour later, it was almost 5:00 AM.

Then, my father sighed softly and silently, gently releasing Xiaoying and slowly getting up. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, glancing back at Xiaoying with eyes full of love and affection. After watching Xiaoying for a moment, the father turned back, a determined glint in his eyes. He gently pulled open the bedside table drawer and took out a beautifully wrapped gift box, its contents unknown. Holding the gift box, he turned and gently nudged Xiaoying, seemingly to confirm she was asleep. This gift box was probably a birthday present for Xiaoying, but why hadn't he given it to her last night? Was he planning to give it to her after their passionate lovemaking?

The father nudged Xiaoying, who seemed exhausted. She pouted and murmured a few times before turning over, lying on her side instead of on her back. It was clear Xiaoying was sleeping soundly; the semen on the blanket beneath her had dried, leaving only white traces. Seeing Xiaoying still asleep, the father breathed a sigh of relief, then got out of bed, carrying the gift box, and tiptoed towards the door. What was the father going to do? I checked the living room monitor and saw my father slowly walk towards my and Xiaoying's bedroom after entering the living room. His footsteps were very light, as if he didn't want to wake Xiaoying, who was fast asleep. Seeing that my father's destination was my bedroom, I quickly turned on the monitor in my bedroom and made sure the playback time matched the living room and my father's bedroom.

I saw my father, after entering my bedroom, continuously scanned the room, seemingly searching for something. Finally, his gaze settled on the bedding on our bed. I saw my father walk to the bedside and then stuff the gift box he was carrying under Xiaoying's pillow. Afterward, he tidied the bedding, keeping it as it was, and then he left our bedroom, went to the bathroom, and returned to his bedroom. Xiaoying was still fast asleep. After returning to his bedroom, my father looked at Xiaoying's back, and a relaxed, affectionate expression suddenly appeared on his face. At this moment, Xiaoying was naked. From behind, I could see her smooth back and rounded buttocks. My father's penis, which had just urinated, slowly began to rise.

The father looked down at his penis, then glanced at the exhausted, sleeping Xiaoying, a flicker of hesitation and heartache in his eyes. Finally, he closed his eyes, slowly climbed into bed, and lay on his side with his back to Xiaoying. With his back to her, he couldn't see her sexy naked body, which would gradually reduce his sexual desire. He had already exhausted Xiaoying last night, and he felt sorry for her. He also knew she was about to get up for work, so he didn't want to engage in morning exercise with her. If he secretly got into bed now and penetrated her from behind while lying on his side, he figured she wouldn't refuse.

Perhaps the father was too tired; he slowly drifted off to sleep with his back to Xiaoying. Around six in the morning, her biological clock kicked in, and Xiaoying woke up on time. Xiaoying's biological clock was very accurate; she was used to waking up at this time, so she would definitely wake up at this time, no matter how late she went to bed or how tired she was. Xiaoying woke up, her eyes groggily opening. The first thing she saw was the curtains, different from those in her bedroom. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes; perhaps she wasn't fully awake yet. She turned around, still puzzled, and finally saw her father fast asleep, naked, his hairy buttocks facing her. She finally came to her senses, realizing she wasn't in her own bedroom, but had slept in her father's. Now, after sobering up, she finally remembered everything that had happened the night before.

Xiaoying was stunned, still trying to recall what had transpired. Slowly, she bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. Awake and fully conscious, remembering the events of the previous night, even after the sexual gratification, she felt a deep sense of guilt and regret. Perhaps she had finally come to her senses. Xiaoying sat on her father's bed, sobbing softly, as time slowly passed. Seemingly aware that she didn't have much time left before work, Xiaoying stopped her silent crying, wiped away her tears, and slowly moved her body around her father, getting out of bed. Her movements were very light; she picked up her underwear and nightgown, and before leaving, she didn't forget to grab the blanket soaked in semen.

Xiaoying slowly moved back to the bedroom, her steps unsteady, indicating that her body hadn't fully recovered from last night's sexual encounter. I zoomed in, and I could clearly see that Xiaoying's labia seemed somewhat red and swollen, showing how intensely her father had been with her the night before. Xiaoying threw the blanket into the washing machine, then rushed to the bathroom to shower. She kept washing her vagina, and every time she inserted her fingers, she could scoop out drops of her father's semen from the previous night. After quickly finishing her shower, Xiaoying returned to our bedroom to change.

As soon as Xiaoying left her bedroom, her father opened his eyes; he was old and a light sleeper. When Xiaoying woke up, he woke up too, but perhaps afraid that Xiaoying wouldn't dare face him, he pretended to be asleep. He only opened his eyes after Xiaoying left. He seemed to have heard Xiaoying crying. His eyes held a hint of self-reproach, as if he were blaming himself for being so rough and crazy with Xiaoying last night. His father hadn't gotten up, just kept his eyes closed, but from his cheeks and brows, it was clear he was deep in thought, his heart restless…

Chapter 120 Offering to Buddha

After Xiaoying got dressed, she picked up the phone she had "abandoned" all night. She turned it on, then froze. I'm sure she saw the missed calls. She held the phone for a long time, her expression constantly changing, before finally putting it on the bedside table. Seeing that she hadn't called me back then, I knew she wasn't planning to forgive me yet. After putting the phone away, Xiaoying started tidying our bed. Usually, Xiaoying only needed to make the blankets neatly; the pillows were usually easy to move. My pillow was on the outside of the bed, and Xiaoying's pillow was on the inside. Normally, Xiaoying wouldn't have been able to find what was under her pillow. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fate, but today Xiaoying suddenly felt like tidying up her pillows. She had only picked up her own pillow when she discovered the gift box underneath. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. Xiaoying hadn't tidied up her pillows yesterday morning; she had only made the bed smooth. So it wasn't surprising that she had just found the gift box. At the same time, she couldn't be sure when the gift box had been placed there

. Lost in thought, Xiaoying's puzzled expression suddenly turned serious. She seemed to have realized something, and her hand holding the gift box began to tremble slightly. Forgetting her shyness, she quickly went to her father's bedroom. Her father was already dressed and sitting on the bed waiting. He planned to leave the bedroom after Xiaoying left for work. He hadn't expected Xiaoying to suddenly barge in, leaving him momentarily stunned and unsure why.

"Dad, this gift box..." Xiaoying wasn't sure if I or her father had put it there. Although she was pretty sure it was me, she still wanted to be sure, just in case it was a gift from her father. At this moment, Xiaoying wasn't shy at all; anxiously, she burst into her father's bedroom and went straight to the point, but suddenly didn't know how to ask.

"Wow, what a beautiful gift box! Who gave it to you? I didn't see you take it out last night!" Her father feigned surprise, not looking at Xiaoying, but staring intently at the gift box, as if afraid his eyes would give him away. Watching her father "acting," she felt it was a waste that he wasn't an actor.

"No, I suddenly found it under my pillow this morning."

"This morning? Didn't you find it yesterday morning? When did it appear under your pillow?" Her father continued to ask Xiaoying, feigning suspicion.

"I don't tidy my pillows every day. I didn't touch them yesterday morning, so I didn't find this gift box at all. Besides, the box is so small, I wouldn't have even felt it even if I were lying on it." Xiaoying seemed to have realized something, and her face lit up with joy. Her previously haggard face instantly became radiant.

"Oh... it seems Jincheng didn't forget your birthday at all. He secretly bought you a gift before he left and put it under your pillow so you could find it yourself, wanting to give you a surprise. You must have misunderstood him..." Her father suddenly smiled, understanding Xiaoying's thoughts, and explained accordingly.

"Hmm, it seems that's how it is..." Finally confirming that the gift was left by her husband, Xiaoying's previously broken heart had completely healed, leaving only overwhelming gratitude. At this moment, Xiaoying's excited body began to tremble slightly. Having experienced disappointment and pain, and then suddenly discovering the surprise left by her husband this morning, the emotional rollercoaster she endured was unimaginable.

Xiaoying rushed back to our bedroom, closed the door, and opened the gift box. Her hands trembled as she opened it. For her, the gift itself wasn't important; what mattered was the thought behind it. Inside, a jade bracelet lay quietly—the very same agate bracelet Xiaoying had admired that day, worth over ten thousand yuan. Looking at it, Xiaoying couldn't hold back any longer. She knelt on the floor, holding the bracelet, and began to sob. Her sobs weren't filled with sadness, but with overwhelming emotion.

It turns out to be the bracelet I was going to give to Xiaoying. How did this happen? I fell into deep thought. It turns out I wasn't the only one who noticed Xiaoying's expression at the jewelry store that day; my father had also noticed Xiaoying's fondness for this bracelet. Since Xiaoying got off work last night, I slowly pieced together the whole story. My father always remembered Xiaoying's birthday and also noticed her love for this bracelet. What he didn't know was that I had also noticed the bracelet. By a twist of fate, my father secretly bought it to give to Xiaoying as a birthday present. He took it out of the drawer this morning, meaning he had bought it yesterday, or even earlier, waiting to give it to her on her birthday. But things didn't go as planned. Perhaps my father intended to give the bracelet to Xiaoying at the dinner table, but due to my carelessness, he forgot Xiaoying's birthday, causing her great sadness. After my father learned I had forgotten Xiaoying's birthday and saw her heartbroken expression, he temporarily abandoned the idea of giving her the bracelet. Imagine a husband forgetting his wife's birthday, leaving her heartbroken. Meanwhile, the father-in-law presents a birthday gift that delights his daughter-in-law. Wouldn't this seem like infidelity? It's like a father competing with his son for his daughter-in-law's affections.

At the dinner table, I noticed a moment of hesitation from my father, but I didn't know what he was thinking and didn't pay much attention. It seemed he was considering whether to give the bracelet to Xiaoying. However, he didn't think about it for long; in an instant, he made up his mind and ultimately didn't give the bracelet to Xiaoying on her birthday. After a night of passionate lovemaking, the lust subsided, and my father fell into deep thought about the conflict between me and Xiaoying. He decided to help repair the relationship between his son and daughter-in-law. After considering it for a while in bed, he came up with the idea of secretly putting the bracelet under Xiaoying's pillow. Once Xiaoying discovered it, my father only needed to deny it outright, coupled with a brilliant acting performance, and Xiaoying would definitely believe that I gave her the bracelet as a special birthday surprise. The joy after such a great sorrow would be all the more profound.

After crying for a while, Xiaoying seemed to remember something. She glanced at the wedding photo on the wall, then pursed her lips, seemingly deep in thought—probably considering how to call me and explain what happened last night. After a moment's consideration, Xiaoying called me. After hanging up, she held the bracelet, her face beaming with joy and happiness; her weariness had vanished. Finally, Xiaoying checked the time; it was almost time for work. She put on the bracelet, turning it over and over in her eyes, her love for it unspoken. Xiaoying then went to work, and the house fell silent.

After Xiaoying left, her father, somewhat weary, walked out of the living room and into the bedroom. He stood there, his expression shifting. He had bought the gift, only to give it to his son. He had originally intended to use the bracelet to please Xiaoying, and also to represent her gratitude for his efforts. But in the end, his goal hadn't been achieved; instead, it had benefited his son. Disappointment lingered on his face, but when he glanced up unintentionally, he saw the family photo on the living room wall. In the photo, there was a large family portrait of the four of us: my father, Xiaoying, Haohao, and me. My father gazed at the photo with such relish, his initial disappointment slowly transforming into warmth and happiness, a sweet smile spreading across his face. Yes, no matter what, as long as the family is harmonious, my son and daughter-in-law are loving, and my grandson Haohao is growing up healthy, what more could I, as a father, ask for?

As I watched the security camera replay, lost in thought, my phone rang again. I thought it was Xiaoying calling again, but when I looked at the number, it was my father. Seeing his call, I hesitated for a moment before answering, trying to calm myself down.

"Are you up, Jincheng?" My father's voice sounded normal when I answered, but the fatigue in his voice was undeniable.

"Yes, I'm up, just getting ready for work," I replied calmly.

"It was Xiaoying's birthday yesterday, why didn't you call her? She was heartbroken for so long." After a simple greeting, my father went straight to the point and scolded me. Although it was a scolding, his tone wasn't harsh.

"I've been too busy lately, I forgot the date. I've been so busy I don't even know what day of the week it is."

"Dad knows you're busy, but family comes first, work comes second. Xiaoying called you, right?" My father stopped blaming me, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. After all, he and Xiaoying had been intimate so many times, and last night they had a passionate lovemaking session. His tone always carried a sense of guilt.

"Yes, Xiaoying called me. She said there was a gift under her pillow, that I was giving her a surprise. This…" Although I already knew the whole story from the surveillance footage, I still pretended to be confused and asked my father.

"Don't be surprised, I put the gift in there. I bought it myself. As an elder, I planned to give it to Xiaoying as a birthday present. After all, Xiaoying has always been very virtuous, taking care of this family and being very filial to me, especially during my illness. When you got married, I didn't give you any decent dowry, so this is my way of making it up to Xiaoying. It's just that you forgot Xiaoying's birthday yesterday, so I didn't dare to take out the gift. If I had, Xiaoying would have been even more resentful. Also, that money was all the money you gave me before, which I've been saving. It's your money, so even though the gift was expensive, it's still your money. I'm just doing the errand for you. Don't be so careless in the future." My father was telling me this. Although not everything he said was entirely true, his gratitude and care for Xiaoying were genuine, and he also felt guilty towards me.

"Thank you, Dad, for helping me get away with this. By the time I remembered, it was too late, and I was still thinking about how to salvage the situation."

"No need to salvage it. Just don't give yourself away. The gift is an agate bracelet, quite expensive. I'm sure Xiaoying will be very touched; she won't be angry, she'll be even happier. As long as you two are happy, Dad is content. Whether I give her a gift or not doesn't matter; the most important thing is that Xiaoying cares about your gift the most. Okay, go eat and go to work, don't overwork yourself..." My father finished explaining things and was about to hang up, perhaps afraid of saying too much and making a mistake.

"Okay, Dad, take care of yourself too, bye..."

After hanging up, I was filled with mixed emotions, mostly gratitude and joy. I thought about the dream I had this morning, where my father and Xiaoying were wearing wedding dresses and getting married. Now, after my father's act of using Xiaoying's gift, I finally felt relieved. Although this was just a small matter, it reflected many issues for me. First of all, although my father was infatuated with Xiaoying's body and loved her deeply, and his actions during sex with her were quite frenzied, he ultimately did not choose to steal her heart. In his heart, sex was insignificant compared to me, his son. His actions with Xiaoying, though passionate, were simply the instincts of a male. When a man's sexual desire reaches its limit, he often loses his rationality during sex and behaves differently than usual, but he will regain his senses and return to his natural state afterward. There's a saying: "A man who isn't a rogue isn't developing normally." Isn't my father's sexual behavior just the instinct of a normal man?

My father is currently having an affair with Xiaoying, and he is only satisfied with the affair and intercourse. As for competing with me, his son, for his wife's heart, and the wedding with Xiaoying in his dreams, that will absolutely not happen in reality. If it really happened, my father would probably rather choose death. The worldly views, ethical and moral constraints, the incomprehension of relatives and friends, the guilt and self-blame in his heart—all of these weigh on him. Who could bear it? Secretive sex has already given my father immense satisfaction. If one day their relationship affects my marriage with Xiaoying, I believe my father will make the right choice. Today, he gave the bracelet he originally intended to give to Xiaoying to me in my name, thus transferring this blessing to me, his son. I don't need to say anything more.

Just as my father said, the money he used to buy things was given to him by me, and he has already enjoyed my wife Xiaoying's company. All of this is enough to offset what he has done for me. But I am still grateful to my father in my heart. There is nothing else. If it weren't for what my father has done for me, I'm afraid Xiaoying wouldn't forgive me anytime soon. I know how cold Xiaoying can be when she gets angry. She won't stop until she has a cold war with me for ten days or half a month. Xiaoying is a master of emotional abuse. Emotional abuse is even more terrible. Sometimes it's not as satisfying as having a big fight with you. Ignoring you for ten days or half a month makes you feel worse than death, just like when Xiaoying ignored my father during that time. As a result, my father was tormented to the point of wanting to commit suicide to escape.

After hanging up the phone, I quickly washed up and started my workday. The regret in my heart had finally been eased, and I couldn't help but feel a little relieved. After this incident, my relationship with Xiaoying hadn't weakened; in fact, it had warmed up somewhat. All of this was thanks to my father. But thinking about my father and Xiaoying's passionate lovemaking last night, I wondered whether I should be grateful to him or… The conflicting feelings in my heart were indescribable. Although I repeatedly told myself that I wouldn't dwell on my father and Xiaoying's relationship, as long as they didn't develop feelings for each other, seeing each of their sexual encounters still brought an unavoidable pang of pain…

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