Reprinted from online article: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 60-90)

Chapter 61 Sinking

Hearing Xiaoying's moan, I knew her inner defenses had been breached by the stimulation. She no longer suppressed the intense sensations her body was giving her, and began to let out her first moan of pleasure since losing her virginity. This sound no longer carried pain, only ecstasy.

Hearing Xiaoying's moan, her father seemed to have his vanity satisfied, a hint of pride on his face. He repeated the rapid thrusting motion a few more times, each time Xiaoying couldn't help but moan. After a few simple repetitions, perhaps her father felt the position was too tiring and uncomfortable. He lifted Xiaoying by her slender waist and slowly began to stand up. At this moment, Xiaoying seemed to have lost her own will, her body rising little by little with her father. Because Xiaoying was relatively tall, she stood on tiptoe on the bed, her hands gripping the wall. Her father stood behind her, and throughout this process, his penis never left Xiaoying's vagina.

"Thump thump thump," after adjusting the position, he began to thrust violently, holding Xiaoying's slender waist. Xiaoying finally opened her cherry-like mouth and began to moan with her father's thrusting. Perhaps tinged with pain, the moans were strong but not frantic. Only the moans of Xiaoying and her father, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, and the wet, squelching sounds of their genitals rubbing together filled the room. Seeing that Xiaoying had finally given up resisting and begun to enjoy herself, her father finally relaxed and began to enjoy Xiaoying's alluring body. He thrust violently, his lovemaking with Xiaoying now appearing so arrogant.

He thrust his penis upwards with all his might, smoothing out the folds of Xiaoying's vagina with each stroke, the glans kissing her clitoris again and again. Their love juices were carried by his swaying testicles to every corner of their bodies and the bed.

After only about five minutes, Xiaoying's body began to tremble violently, and thick love juice gushed from her alluring vagina. The juices, through her vaginal opening, squeezed past her father's thick penis and sprayed out forcefully, washing over the bed and their genitals. Sitting in front of the computer, I truly couldn't believe it. Xiaoying could actually squirt?

"Ah..." With a high-pitched moan, Xiaoying finally reached her first orgasm of the night. She opened her eyes, her breath sweet, and tears welled up in her eyes again. I didn't know if her tears were from pain or the peak of pleasure.

Seeing that Xiaoying had reached her orgasm, her father stopped thrusting and quietly waited for her orgasm to subside. As Xiaoying's orgasm reached its peak, her long, beautiful legs finally couldn't bear her weight anymore, and she began to lean forward, slowly kneeling on the bed. During this process, her father also lowered his body little by little along with Xiaoying.

Finally, Xiaoying knelt on the bed, her hands on the bed surface, forming the initial doggy-style position. She kept her head up, silently feeling the stimulation brought by the orgasm. This time, her father didn't kneel on the bed with Xiaoying. Instead, he maintained the penetrating position and slowly squatted down, finally forming a horse stance. Throughout this process, her father's penis remained deeply embedded in Xiaoying's vagina.

Because of the aphrodisiac, the father was far from reaching the point of ejaculation. He waited quietly for Xiaoying, his hands caressing her buttocks and waist. However, as he caressed her, his attention was drawn to something on her back—the back clasp of her bra. He, who had been so focused on penetrating her vagina, now remembered another place that truly captivated him.

Xiaoying's trembling began to subside, indicating that the afterglow of her orgasm had faded. The father's hands, which had been caressing her waist, moved upwards, aiming precisely at the bra clasp. Perhaps sensing his intention, Xiaoying began to struggle violently, lifting her other hand off the bed and reaching behind her to prevent him from unhooking her bra.

Seeing Xiaoying's rejection, the father, still not fully conscious, flashed a hint of anger in his eyes. He didn't confront her forcefully; instead, he withdrew his hands and, in a horse stance, began to frantically penetrate her vagina. His penis, still wet from Xiaoying's orgasm, moved rapidly in and out of her vagina.

Xiaoying was jolted forward by her father's first thrust. To maintain her balance, the hand that had initially resisted her father had to return to the bed. As the pleasure continued, Xiaoying swayed and began to moan softly. After a few simple thrusts, her father stopped and reached for the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra. Sensing her father's intention, Xiaoying struggled again to stop him.
Seeing Xiaoying refuse him again, her father seemed to feel his pride had been hurt. He placed his hands on Xiaoying's buttocks and began to fuck her wildly in a horse stance. The sounds of flesh colliding were loud and crisp. This time, her father was thrusting very hard, penetrating her completely each time. As time went on, Xiaoying let out a high-pitched, thin moan. I never thought Xiaoying could moan like that; her moans were seductive and clingy, like a female cat in heat.
The father, still thrusting vigorously, maintained his pace while reaching back to the back clasp of Xiaoying's bra. His hands finally grasped the clasp; a single squeeze would bring the bra off. Perhaps Xiaoying was too busy maintaining her balance to free her hands, or perhaps all her senses were absorbed by the pleasure from her vagina, or perhaps…
in any case, this time Xiaoying didn't resist or struggle. With a final squeeze from her father, her bra was finally undone. Xiaoying was still moaning, swaying back and forth as she endured the physical impact of her father. Her 34D snow-white breasts, finally freed from the bra's confinement, hung upside down in front of her, swaying with each thrust. The "Holy Maiden Peaks" that her father had longed for finally revealed their true form; the rosy nipples at the tips of Xiaoying's breasts drew alluring curves in the enchanting night.
After Xiaoying's bra was unhooked by her father, it slid down her shoulders and arms to the bottom, revealing her to him completely naked for the first time. Seeing that he had accomplished this feat, her father's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he began to frantically thrust into Xiaoying's snow-white buttocks. His penis, deep inside her vagina, rubbed against her vagina, making a "smacking" sound.
Her father seemed to grow increasingly greedy. As he thrust into Xiaoying, he slowly moved his hands up and down her buttocks and waist, then quickly and accurately grasped her breasts, which were swaying back and forth. He greedily kneaded her beloved breasts, as if kneading dough. This was the first time her father had touched Xiaoying's proud breasts so closely. Feeling the sudden attack on her breasts, Xiaoying tried to raise her hand to stop her father, but she gave up immediately. She could only barely maintain her balance and couldn't concentrate on anything else. She could only lower her head further, her moans growing faster and more urgent.
The father, gripping Xiaoying's breasts with both hands, frantically thrust into her, his head lowered to kiss her back passionately. His penis, inserted into her vagina, his hands gripping her breasts, his lips kissing her back—at this moment, their bodies were connected at three points, the erotic music filling the room.
I had to admire the father's stamina; after a full 20 minutes, he was still full of energy, showing no sign of ejaculation. When they had been making love for 30 minutes, "Ah…ha…," accompanied by two moans, Xiaoying reached her second orgasm. This orgasm seemed even more intense than the first; her body trembled violently, and her vagina gushed forth fluid again, as if the fluid inside her was inexhaustible.
Sensing that Xiaoying had reached her second climax, her father stopped thrusting and lay on top of her, his hands tightly gripping her breasts, his penis still fully inserted into her vagina, seemingly waiting for her second climax to pass. The scene seemed to freeze, with only Xiaoying's trembling body visible, indicating that the video hadn't been interrupted...
Chapter 062 Toxin
After a minute of stillness, Xiaoying's climax finally subsided. Her trembling body calmed down. After two climaxes, her body was weak, her legs and arms powerless. Her body slowly slumped down, finally lying face down on the bed, her snow-white, delicate body forming a parallel line with the bed surface. Her father, his hands still holding Xiaoying's breasts, his penis still firmly inserted in her vagina, followed Xiaoying's body and slowly lay down as well. However, the father was now on top of Xiaoying, his dark body contrasting sharply with Xiaoying's snow-white body, and the green bedding beneath them, creating three striking lines that stood out vividly in the video.
Xiaoying had Xiaoying's hands pinned beneath her chest, and those hands lingered there. He lay on her back, kissing her delicate neck and smooth back with gentle, light kisses. After Xiaoying calmed down, he lifted his buttocks, revealing his thick, dark penis between his genitals. The tip of his penis was tightly embedded in Xiaoying's vagina, their bodies intimately connected through it.
He raised his penis to a certain height and then slowly inserted it. During this process, both father and Xiaoying would let out soft moans. Xiaoying seemed to enjoy his gentle thrusting; each time he lowered his hips and inserted his penis, her white, pert buttocks would involuntarily arch upwards to welcome his penetration. The two began to move in perfect harmony. Xiaoying's eyes were tightly closed, as if she didn't want to truly face what was happening; she only wanted to enjoy the sex she had never experienced before.
With her father on top of Xiaoying, their heads were at the same level. He began to move his lips, trying to kiss hers, as he thrust and kissed her. Xiaoying, perhaps sensing his intention, turned her face away, burying it deep in the blankets. Unable to reach her lips, he turned to kiss her exposed cheeks and ears, gently kissing her face and earlobes.
His thrusts became faster and faster, and Xiaoying, her face buried in the blankets, began to moan softly. His hips slapped against her occasionally raised buttocks, creating ripples. This time, his force was directed vertically downwards, not back and forth, causing the bed to creak loudly. Accompanied by his increasingly heavy breathing, the music in the room seemed to be turned up to a new level.
After a 10-minute examination, the father removed Xiaoying's hands, which had been pressed under her chest, and placed them on either side of her body. He lifted his upper body and forcefully slammed his hips down, repeatedly thrusting his thick, dark penis into the space between Xiaoying's buttocks. The
"splattering" sounds of water resumed. Perhaps Xiaoying was experiencing pleasure again, occasionally arching her hips to meet her father's thrusts. The father sometimes maintained a nine-shallow-one-deep thrusting rhythm, and sometimes he would plunge in completely with large, sweeping movements. Each time the father plunged in completely, Xiaoying would raise her legs, her hips and legs moving in rhythm with his thrusts. From the moment
he began to penetrate, the father's penis had never been withdrawn from Xiaoying's body. Whether Xiaoying struggled or lay prone, the father maintained the penile position. I think my father must have wanted to try a different position, like missionary position, but to do so, he would have to pull his penis out of Xiaoying's vagina. What if he pulled it out and Xiaoying wouldn't let him put it back in? He couldn't be sure, so he continued with the rear-entry position. I don't think his penis would leave Xiaoying's vagina until he ejaculated.
My father started thrusting violently. Another 20 minutes passed. He had been having sex with Xiaoying for over an hour, but he still hadn't ejaculated. At this point, I had to rely on the potent aphrodisiac; it truly lived up to its name. Because Xiaoying had already reached orgasm twice, she endured the father's thrusts without reaching orgasm herself. The intensity and speed of his thrusts increased, and Xiaoying seemed to be reaching her limit.
My father lay back on Xiaoying's back, kissing her delicate back, his hip movements becoming increasingly rapid, even bordering on frenzied.
"A little... gentler, ah... ah... ah, a little... gentler, don't... don't be so... forceful, you... going in... going in... too deep, um... ah..." Xiaoying began weakly to her father, seemingly hoping he would ejaculate sooner and let her go. Hearing Xiaoying take the initiative to say such ambiguous words to him, the excitement in his eyes intensified.
His speed increased, and another 10 minutes passed. His rapid movements gradually slowed down, his face contorted and twisted. I knew this was a sign that a man was about to ejaculate. After a full hour and 20 minutes, would my father finally ejaculate?
Perhaps hearing my expectations and calls, my father slammed his hips down hard on Xiaoying's buttocks one last time. His dark, thick penis quickly plunged to the hilt into Xiaoying's vagina. With the length of his penis, the glans must have broken through Xiaoying's clitoris. My father trembled, raising his head high, his graying hair flying. His mouth was wide open, and he had even stopped breathing.
I saw my father's testicles begin to contract and tremble violently. Seeing this, I knew that the semen inside his testicles was being injected into Xiaoying's body through the vas deferens and his thick, long penis. The semen broke through Xiaoying's cervix, flooding her vagina, desperately searching for the woman's eggs. As my father's penis plunged in completely, his semen rushed into Xiaoying's vagina like a hot current.
"I...hate...you, ha..." Xiaoying, following her father, reached her third orgasm. She was pinned beneath him, her hair lifted, her eyes closed, her head in the same position as his. The two seemed to be performing a pilgrimage, only this time more devout than ever before. Xiaoying's legs, which were flat on the bed, were violently lifted upwards, so high that her heels even hit her father's back. Her ten delicate, white toes curled upwards towards the back of her feet, almost forming a right angle. The position of her toes, curled and spread, was so alluring and lewd, a posture of climax for Xiaoying.
Xiaoying and her father remained trembling, his penis still deeply inserted into her vagina, injecting a deadly "toxin" into her body. Slowly, thick semen began to flow from Xiaoying's vaginal opening, mixed with their own fluids, constantly being squeezed out from the gap between his penis and her labia.
The two remained motionless in this position, only the father's testicles, still contracting and shrinking, indicating that his ejaculation was not yet over.
Sitting in front of the computer, my body was completely numb. The semen my father had ejaculated into Xiaoying was like a shot of poison, simultaneously injected into my body. I stared blankly at the two people in the video, unsure of what to do next.
About half a minute later, the father finally finished ejaculating, and both of their heads lowered simultaneously. Xiaoying's head landed heavily on the bed, and the father's head gently rested on Xiaoying's cheek. They faced the same direction, eyes slightly closed, breathing heavily, their rhythms perfectly synchronized. Neither of them moved, both enjoying the afterglow of their greatest orgasm ever. The father's penis was still deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, only the thick semen continuously gushing from between their connected genitals.
The scene froze again, and my wandering thoughts slowly returned to my mind. I wiped my eyes, looking at the two figures superimposed on the video, unsure of what to think.
"Thank goodness Xiaoying had an IUD," for some reason, this was the first thought that came back to me…
Chapter 063 Chastity
Everything had finally happened. The father had finally and completely possessed Xiaoying; Xiaoying's body was no longer mine alone. Time cannot be reversed, everything is irreversible, even now, regret has begun to creep into my heart. Before it happened, I longed for it all, but now that it's actually happened, I want to undo it all, but the deed is done...
The two people in the scene are still intertwined, calming down from an unprecedented climax and pleasure. Only the semen still quietly flowing from Xiaoying's vaginal opening foreshadows the passage of time. The only sound in the room is the breathing, going from fast to slow, from heavy to light.
After about two minutes, perhaps exhausted from being pressed down by her father, Xiaoying struggled slightly beneath him, but her eyes remained closed. Was she unable to face all of this? Perhaps understanding Xiaoying's feelings, her father rolled over and lay down on the bed. His penis, which hadn't softened much, made a soft "pop" as it was pulled out of Xiaoying's vagina. He lay there, his erect penis still erect, closing his eyes to calm down. He hadn't yet recovered from that heavenly pleasure, and it seemed the effects of the drug hadn't completely worn off.
Her father lay sprawled on the bed, his thick penis no longer covering Xiaoying. The semen in her vagina gushed out like a burst dam, soaking the bedding and forming a puddle between her legs.
Finally, she had to face reality. Xiaoying slowly opened her eyes and used her limp hands to prop herself up. Her gaze was blank, as if she had lost her soul. She slowly got out of bed like a walking corpse, not glancing at her father once, as if he, enjoying the afterglow beside her, didn't exist.
When Xiaoying's feet touched the ground, she tried to stand up, but just as she straightened up and was about to take a step, "thump!" Xiaoying fell heavily to the ground, curling up like a wounded cat. I knew that after being attacked by three intense orgasms, she had no strength left in her body.
The father, still savoring the afterglow of pleasure in bed, was startled awake by the sound of Xiaoying falling. He abruptly opened his eyes, perhaps just recovering from the effects of the drug, and only then did he remember Xiaoying. He sat up abruptly and saw Xiaoying curled up on the floor—the woman he had just passionately possessed, the woman with whom he had consummated their marriage. He may have forgotten what had just happened, and with his still-erect penis, he hurriedly jumped off the bed. At this moment, I felt something strange. My father, at 55 years old, had just been making love with Xiaoying for over an hour, yet he still had so much energy, showing no signs of exhaustion. Was it because he had been suppressing his desires for too long? Or was it thanks to the potent aphrodisiac?
After standing on the floor, my father quickly reached out to help Xiaoying up, but as soon as his hand touched her, it was gently pushed away by her weak, feeble hand.
"Don't touch me, go away," Xiaoying's voice was weak, but her tone was resolute and cold. She didn't look at her father once while saying this, showing how heartbroken and disappointed she was. Seeing Xiaoying's appearance and expression, I couldn't help but worry as I sat in front of the monitor.
Her father's hands remained in that position, his expression frozen. Only now did he remember what had just happened. He seemed afraid and didn't know what to do. His expression shared a sense of helplessness with Xiaoying's.
After several attempts, Xiaoying finally straightened up. She covered her vagina with one hand and hugged her breasts with the other, then staggered towards the bathroom, intending to wash her now completely unclean body.
Hearing Xiaoying close the bathroom door, the father, who had been holding onto the bed, slowly withdrew his hand. He slumped helplessly onto the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with disbelief, but even more so with excitement. He had completely possessed his goddess, and had made her writhe beneath him, reaching three orgasms. The father himself hadn't expected his prowess; the excitement in his eyes was likely due to this. However, he didn't know that besides his own exceptional talent, it was also thanks to the potent aphrodisiac his son had secretly given him. The father sat there, stunned, his still-flushed face and throbbing penis indicating that the aphrodisiac's effects hadn't completely worn off, and it was still brewing new "schemes" within him.
Xiaoying went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water wash over her body. She faced the showerhead, letting the rushing water wash over her face, seemingly trying to calm herself and clear her head. Perhaps even she couldn't believe this wasn't a dream; it was all real. The old man in the next bedroom had already taken her, ejaculating deeply inside her; she was no longer a virgin.
Afterwards, she began to gently wash her body, focusing on her breasts and vagina. Her father's semen occasionally trickled from her vagina, seemingly endless. Xiaoying repeatedly washed these areas with water and shower gel, as if her body could never be truly clean. Along with the water flowed her tears.
After washing many times, Xiaoying dried herself and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, looking at her reflection. Full, firm 34D breasts without a hint of sagging, a flat stomach without an ounce of fat, a slender waist, sparse pubic hair covering her breasts, full, pert buttocks, long, straight, beautiful legs, and above all, a beautiful face. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her chest, obscuring the rosy tips of her breasts, which peeked out from beneath the hair, exuding a hazy beauty.
What a sexy and alluring woman's body! It seemed as if all the most beautiful body parts in the world were concentrated in Xiaoying's body. Only, this body had just been possessed by a 55-year-old man from the countryside, with dark, loose skin and graying hair—a complete and utter possession, even though his body had been washed clean without leaving any trace…
The father, sitting blankly in the bedroom, felt his slightly softened penis slowly rise again, returning to its pre-insertion size in less than 10 minutes. His face began to flush slightly again. Perhaps the drug had reignited his desire after the recent release. I remember the seller's instructions said that the effects of the aphrodisiac could last for at least two and a half hours. Nearly two hours have passed since my father took the drug, which means that the aphrodisiac will not wear off for at least another half hour.
My father sat there, looking down at his increasingly erect penis. Then he raised his face, which had turned deep red again. His expression was a struggle, a mixture of pleasure, excitement, fear, helplessness, and sadness. But under the influence of the drug, it was mostly excitement. Perhaps the previous ejaculation hadn't satisfied him, but the fear and dread in his expression were suppressing his current desire. My father was still thinking, but his desire and excitement grew stronger. With a deep breath, his face showed determination and composure. Perhaps he was no longer afraid; what was done was done, and he could only face it. Or perhaps he had completely offended Xiaoying and didn't care about a second time—a "what's the use" attitude. My father seemed to have made a decision.
Lost in thought, he looked towards his door, as if suddenly remembering something. A flash of wild joy and excitement crossed his face. Sitting at the computer, I was somewhat bewildered by my father's sudden burst of joy and excitement. What had he just thought of that made him so excited? I fell into deep thought…
While deep in thought, I quickly went through the whole story from beginning to end. When Xiaoying went to the bathroom to shower, I realized the problem. What my father suddenly realized was that Xiaoying hadn't locked the bathroom door before entering…
Chapter 64 Abnormality
. Yes, I also thought of that detail. Xiaoying indeed hadn't locked the bathroom door, but clearly, she was in a daze at the moment. She wouldn't be thinking about such details; it definitely wasn't intentional.
However, this might have given my father the wrong impression. A hint of excitement flashed across his simple-minded face. Under the influence of this misunderstanding, coupled with the lingering effects of the medication, he rubbed his hands, his penis slowly hardening to its limit, and sat up from the bed, slowly walking towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Xiaoying, who was staring blankly in front of the mirror, perhaps heard her father getting up and walking. A glimmer of clarity flashed in her eyes.
She quickly turned her head towards the bathroom door, listening to her father's approaching footsteps, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
Her gaze flickered to the door lock, and she likely realized her bathroom door was unlocked.
This moment of panic was fleeting; Xiaoying, being a resolute and rational person, quickly regained her composure.
Seeing her calm demeanor, I expected her to frantically lock the bathroom door, since her father's only destination from the bedroom was, and could only be, the bathroom.
However, Xiaoying remained composed, her gaze serenely fixed on the bathroom door as she waited.
Her father slowly approached the bathroom. He didn't rush in, but instead pressed his ear against the door, listening intently to any sounds inside. Having regained some clarity after the climax, he seemed to have reverted to his timid and submissive state.
Xiaoying continued to wait quietly in front of the full-length mirror, seemingly unhurried. I believe she had ample time to lock the door; why didn't she? Could it be…? After listening outside for a while and finding no sound, the father mustered his courage, as if to encourage himself, clenched his fist, and opened the bathroom door.
The door slowly opened, and the father looked extremely tense. Perhaps he was prepared to endure Xiaoying's struggles and screams, but desire compelled him to face whatever was about to happen.
The door finally opened, and he quickly slipped inside. But as soon as he entered the bathroom, the father realized he almost bumped into someone. He stopped abruptly, and the scene before him made his eyes widen instantly.
What came into view was an extremely beautiful woman's body: firm, full breasts standing upright with rosy nipples, a slender waist, naturally perky buttocks, long, straight, beautiful legs, and long hair still glistening with dew that cascaded down her stunningly beautiful face—a perfectly proportioned S-shaped figure.
Just now, my father was only thinking about having sex with Xiaoying. Because the bedroom lights were off, his field of vision was limited, and he hadn't really appreciated Xiaoying's naked body.
Xiaoying had just showered, and under the bathroom light, her still-wet and dewy body was incredibly alluring.
My father involuntarily swallowed, but unlike what we had imagined—no struggle or screams—her body calmly watched my father, who had suddenly barged in, appearing remarkably composed.
Xiaoying simply looked at my father quietly, without screaming, pushing, covering herself, panicking, or avoiding him, allowing him to admire her body.
Not only was my father puzzled, but I was too. What was going on? Why was Xiaoying so calm? Even I, with my deep understanding of human nature, couldn't fathom Xiaoying's state of mind and thoughts.
Perhaps the situation was far beyond his expectations. My father, still holding the open door, kept swallowing, staring directly into Xiaoying's eyes, and suddenly stood frozen, at a loss for what to do.
Perhaps Xiaoying's screams and struggles would have been more acceptable to him at this moment.
Under Xiaoying's close and silent gaze, the father's face suddenly flushed red, his body stiffened, and he began to fidget helplessly, only his still-erect penis standing erect between his legs.
After being stared at by Xiaoying for a while, the father was the first to give in. He lowered his head, avoiding Xiaoying's gaze, which held an unreadable meaning.
At this moment, the video fell into a long silence. Even I, sitting in front of the computer, dared not breathe loudly, afraid of being the first to break the tranquility.
"Pfft," a soft laugh broke the silence first. Xiaoying covered her mouth and laughed softly, a laugh that was both intense and gentle. Her full, perky breasts swayed up and down with the trembling of her body, the areolas and nipples creating captivating curves and waves of flesh.
But at this moment, neither the father nor I had the mind to appreciate any of this.
Slowly, tears streamed down her face from laughing. If one didn't know what had just happened, they would assume Xiaoying must have had some incredibly happy event to be laughing so heartily.
What was going on? My father and I were completely stunned. Had Xiaoying suffered a mental breakdown from the shock? Thinking of this possibility, I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding with anxiety. I was afraid, so very afraid. If Xiaoying had truly suffered a mental breakdown, then I might as well die, to atone for the terrible mistake I had made.
My father, dumbfounded, also stared at Xiaoying laughing. His mind seemed to have gone blank as well.
At this moment, apart from Xiaoying, the other two involved could only wait quietly.
After laughing for a while, Xiaoying stopped. She gently wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
She turned to face my father, her perfectly sculpted body laid bare before him.
This was the first time my father had seen Xiaoying's breasts and nipples up close, but bewildered by her unusual behavior, he had no time to appreciate it.
After turning around, Xiaoying walked slowly towards her father with a seductive expression. Her steps were light but resolute. As Xiaoying drew closer, both my father and I felt our hearts pounding. My heart raced. Was Xiaoying going to take the initiative...? After reaching my father's side, Xiaoying stretched out her long, slender, white arms and slowly wrapped them around his neck. Her vibrant breasts were only inches away from his chest.
When Xiaoying's arms wrapped around his neck, my father's tense body trembled. His still-erect penis jerked up and down from the sudden stimulation. If it weren't for the effects of the potent aphrodisiac, I think my father would have been terrified and gone limp.
"You're awake?"
Xiaoying said gently, her arms wrapped around my father's neck, a calm smile on her face.
"Um... ah... I'm... awake, no, no, I wasn't... asleep at all," my father stammered nervously, answering Xiaoying's extremely unusual behavior.
"Was that good?"
Xiaoying brought her lips close to her father's ear, her breath sweet and fragrant as she spoke, exhaling warm, sweet breath onto his ear. His ear instantly turned bright red from the heat.
He was speechless, unsure whether to answer "yes"
or "no," as he was completely overwhelmed by the situation.
"I felt so good, really. I've never experienced this kind of pleasure before, it felt like I was going to heaven. Thank you for letting me experience what it truly feels like to be a woman."
After a moment, seeing that her father didn't answer, Xiaoying whispered softly into his ear, her voice melodious and alluring.
Her father still didn't reply, nervously reacting to everything.
Xiaoying's whisper made both my father and me feel a tingling, arousing sensation.
"But along with this euphoric feeling of ascending to heaven, I also feel the deception and betrayal. You deceived me, and I betrayed Jincheng."
The once gentle and alluring Xiaoying instantly turned cold and silent as she spoke these words. The allure and gentleness in her eyes vanished, replaced only by pain and despair. The Xiaoying of this moment seemed like a completely different person.
Upon hearing these last words, my father and I froze instantly, cold sweat beading on our foreheads. We both waited, awaiting Xiaoying's next judgment…
Chapter 065 Irony
Both I, outside the video, and my father, inside the video, stood frozen in tension, tacitly afraid to move, silently waiting, because neither of us could gauge Xiaoying's true feelings. The scene seemed to freeze again, with only the faint breathing of my father and Xiaoying in the video.
Xiaoying's arms were wrapped around my father's neck, her eyes fixed coldly on his face. My father, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered his head, unable to meet Xiaoying's gaze.
"Do you know how I feel right now?" Xiaoying whispered to her father. He didn't answer, likely because he didn't know how to respond.
"You're my father-in-law, but you've taken my body, completely taking the body that only Jincheng used to enjoy. Before, when you didn't penetrate me, I could deceive myself into thinking my body belonged only to Jincheng, and being intimate with you was just a way to relieve my sexual desire. I was already living in self-reproach every day, and now that this has happened, tell me, should I call you father-in-law or husband?" Seeing her father's silence, Xiaoying continued, but anyone could hear the deep sarcasm in her last sentence. Slowly, tears welled up in Xiaoying's eyes, and finally, they streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Perhaps hearing Xiaoying's sobs, the father, who had been looking down, raised his head and met her gaze. His face was filled with pain as he looked into Xiaoying's tearful eyes, his eyes brimming with regret and heartache. He raised his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but his hands, halfway up, fell back down under Xiaoying's pained gaze. The father tightly pursed his lips; seeing Xiaoying's tears must have been incredibly painful for him too.
"Heh, how strange. I've gained so much happiness, I should be happy, why am I crying? I'm sorry, father-in-law? Husband? I'm sorry you had to see this." Xiaoying, who was crying, suddenly smiled slightly, but the smile seemed so fake and forced against the backdrop of her tears. She withdrew one hand, gently wiping her eyes, while her other hand remained tightly wrapped around her father's neck. Hearing Xiaoying's sarcasm, the father's pain and inner turmoil deepened; his body began to tremble slightly, perhaps he was now at a loss.
"I'm not going to say anything more. Why cry on such a happy day? To be honest, the pleasure I just felt was so good, I want to relive it again. Can you give me another chance?" After wiping away her tears, Xiaoying looked down at her father's slightly trembling, hard penis, her face filled with fascination as she stared at the thing that had taken her virginity, the thing that had just penetrated her and completely possessed her, the thing that had just made her both love and hate it. Although Xiaoying's eyes were filled with fascination, it seemed so fake at this moment; she was putting on an act. She might hate her father very much at this moment, but what could she do? Call the police? Tell me? Or commit suicide?
Xiaoying is a relatively rational person, but this matter is too complicated and special. Now I'm a little unsure of her intentions. I think that at this moment, she is simply torturing and taking revenge on her cowardly father.
"What? You don't want it? Is my body so unappealing? You think one time is enough?" Seeing her father unmoved, just standing there in pain, Xiaoying finally showed a hint of pity. But perhaps she thought her father's pain was nothing compared to her own, so despite her reluctance, she still smiled and mocked him.
"Sigh, so you're already tired of me after just one time." Xiaoying said with a "despondent" expression. Perhaps Xiaoying's words were too hurtful to her father, for he could no longer hold back. Tears welled up in his old eyes, and his lips trembled.
"No, Xiaoying, it's all my fault. I was selfish. I deserve to die. I don't deserve to be your father-in-law, nor do I deserve to stay in this house. I just couldn't control myself. You've always been my goddess. I've always wanted to get close to you, but I was afraid of disrespecting you. So I've always respected you and would never dare to go against your wishes. But I don't know why, tonight I just couldn't hold back..." The father continued to express his thoughts and opinions about Xiaoying. I believe that what the father said was sincere, and so was Xiaoying's. Although the father's words couldn't completely eliminate the resentment in Xiaoying's heart, her gaze towards him softened considerably. However, because the coldness and sarcasm in Xiaoying's eyes were too heavy, this softening couldn't be shown yet.
"Xiaoying, I can't undo the mistakes I've made, but it's too late to turn back. I hope you won't do anything foolish. For Haohao, for Jincheng, for your family, you have to be strong. If you can make me make amends, I'll do anything you ask, even die." The father finally finished his long monologue. Xiaoying's gaze softened a bit, but it was still icy cold. The feigned gentleness and indifference were so obviously fake.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I definitely won't do anything stupid. You want to make it up to me? Fine, then have sex with me again, I really want to experience that heavenly feeling again..." Xiaoying looked at her father with a "dazed" expression, her tone much gentler than before, but the resentment and hatred in her eyes remained. Her father trembled, still standing there dumbly. He probably knew that Xiaoying would never forgive him easily, but what could he, with his simple mind, do?
"Old man, what's the difference between inserting once and inserting 100 times? Anyway, you've already inserted it into my vagina. You were so brave just now, why are you so timid now? Are you waiting for me to serve you willingly? Sigh, alright then, let this daughter-in-law be shameless this once, just this once." Looking at her father standing there dumbly, Xiaoying continued with a sarcastic smile, but Xiaoying's smile seemed so forced and fake. In the past, Xiaoying would never swear, but today she made an exception and said the word "shameless," and even insulted herself.
As she finished speaking, she pressed her nipple, which was only inches from her father's chest, against his. The two breasts, with their contrasting styles and aesthetics, touched. Xiaoying's full, large breasts were instantly squeezed and bulged outwards by her father's chest, her snow-white side breasts resembling two flattened dough balls under his pressure.
As Xiaoying's nipples and chest touched tightly, her father's body trembled violently, his hands clenched, and his penis jerked upwards. Although he was in pain, Xiaoying's full, soft 34D breasts still provided him with immense stimulation, especially since the area touched by her breasts was one of his most sensitive spots. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sudden sensation.
"Oh..." The moment Xiaoying touched her breasts to her father's chest, she let out a seductive moan, her eyes half-closed as she "enjoyed" the sensation. From her expression, an observer might have assumed she was also experiencing pleasure, as both her expression and voice seemed so genuine. However, her tightly clenched teeth and slightly trembling arms revealed her reluctance; it was all an act.
With her breasts pressed against her father's chest, Xiaoying's cheek was also close to his ear, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, forming a standard embrace. But at that moment, her father didn't truly see Xiaoying's expression; he only heard that seductive moan.
Perhaps he was misled by the moan, or perhaps the effects of the potent aphrodisiac hadn't worn off, or perhaps the sensation from Xiaoying's breasts was simply too intense. The father, who had been pained and at a loss after being mocked by Xiaoying, suddenly raised his hands and, under my gaze, slowly and tightly wrapped them around Xiaoying's alluring waist. Xiaoying's waist was slender, and her father's arms were long; after his hands wrapped around her waist, his long arms also intertwined.
When her father's hands touched her waist, Xiaoying's body trembled slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly. She clenched her teeth, but did not refuse; instead, her face twisted slightly with reluctance as she hugged her father even tighter…
Chapter 066 Wound
To be honest, at this moment, I couldn't fathom what Xiaoying was thinking. Her conversation with her father seemed to carry a sense of nonchalance and release, but her words were laced with sarcasm and hatred, as if she were accepting everything, yet also very unwilling. Having been married to Xiaoying for so long, I always thought I understood her very well, but today I discovered that there was another corner of Xiaoying's heart that I didn't know.
The two people, still embracing, were now locked in a deep embrace, but their expressions were vastly different. The father felt a mixture of pleasure and comfort, tinged with pain and heartache; Xiaoying felt the same pain and heartache, tinged with tenderness and reluctance. The two, caught in this contradiction, remained tightly embraced, their bodies pressed together, seemingly without any gap.
Perhaps because the effects of the drug hadn't worn off, as the embrace continued, the father's desire, which Xiaoying had just suppressed, began to reignite. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and his hands, which had been around Xiaoying's waist, began to wander, gently caressing her waist. Xiaoying trembled slightly at his touch, her teeth clenching tighter, her expression filled with pain and struggle.
Slowly, his hands moved downwards, settling on Xiaoying's buttocks, cupping them and gently kneading them. At first, the kneading was gentle, but gradually it quickened, and his breathing also quickened.
Just when I thought Xiaoying was acquiescing to her father's next demands, Xiaoying, who had been closing her eyes in pain and clenching her teeth, suddenly opened them. Her eyes were filled with tears and pain, but also with deep regret and self-reproach. Her gaze was resolute as she opened her cherry-like mouth—a mouth that was usually small and sensual, but now resembled the gaping maw of a lion. With all her might, Xiaoying bit down on her father's shoulder, the depth and force of her bite evident.
Her father, who was enjoying the moment and preparing to go further, was jolted awake by Xiaoying's forceful bite. His face contorted, and cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead. He instinctively tried to push Xiaoying away, but the two were embracing so tightly that his long arms couldn't reach between them.
Perhaps the sudden pain allowed him to adjust; he hesitated, his hands, which had been about to push Xiaoying away, returned to their place. He remained motionless, his eyes, once filled with lust, now showing pain, clarity, and resolve. He allowed Xiaoying to tear at his shoulder.
Xiaoying, with her eyes closed, bit her father's shoulder, tears streaming down her face. Slowly, blood flowed from the bite, showing how hard she was biting. Her hatred for her father was fully revealed in that moment. Her father silently endured it all, letting his blood flow alongside Xiaoying's tears.
Seeing this scene in the video, I felt a deep unease. I had initially thought Xiaoying had let go of her inner turmoil. Although I was surprised by her rapid change, seeing this bite, I knew that Xiaoying was still haunted by what had just happened. She couldn't forgive herself and her father; she hated herself and her father. Her unusual behavior was because she had suffered a tremendous shock and couldn't think straight. I believe that at that moment, the beauty of her family and me as her husband, along with the nightmare of being raped and defiled by her father-in-law, flooded Xiaoying's mind. She was simultaneously overwhelmed by two contrasting feelings: happiness and sweetness, pain and regret. She was sometimes smiling, sometimes in pain, sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrowful. At that time, she didn't know how to find her true self, nor how to properly face everything.
The moment she bit her father's shoulder, she finally found the dominant emotion in her heart: hatred. Although hatred for her father wasn't everything, she needed to vent. Perhaps this bite allowed her to find her true self again. I think this is one of the reasons why her father silently endured Xiaoying's vicious bite.
Seeing Xiaoying bite, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't have to worry about Xiaoying's mental state. Although Xiaoying hadn't completely recovered, the situation was much better than I had initially expected.
Exhausted from crying and biting, or perhaps feeling the saltiness in her mouth, Xiaoying released her grip on her father's shoulder after about two minutes. Blood still clung to her lips. She opened her eyes, looking down at her father's bleeding shoulder, where a clear bite mark lay, the skin torn and blood slowly seeping out. Through her outburst, Xiaoying had truly come to her senses. She stared blankly at her father's wound, seemingly unable to believe she had caused it. She wiped her mouth, seeing the blood she had wiped away, and finally accepted that she was responsible. A flicker of heartache and remorse crossed her eyes. No matter what, the man she had bitten was her father-in-law, her family, and also another man who completely possessed her—a man she had bitten with whom she shared so many ties.
People say a woman's heart is the hardest to understand, so seeing Xiaoying's state, I couldn't tell whether her feelings towards her father after biting him were more hatred or love. No, did she feel love for her father at this moment? Even just a little? As Eileen Chang said, "The passage to a woman's heart is her vagina." This statement is definitely not unfounded; it has a certain truth to it. Could it be that after her father penetrated Xiaoying and completely possessed her, Xiaoying's feelings for him would unconsciously change? Could part of the so-called familial affection transform into romantic love? I, who thought I knew Xiaoying well, dared not speculate wildly at this moment. I could only judge by how things develop step by step.
I had originally planned to confront Xiaoying, but now I have temporarily abandoned this idea and plan. One reason is that Xiaoying's recovery is progressing better than I expected, so there is no need to confront her, after all, that would be the last risky move. The other reason is that Xiaoying's reaction is stronger than I imagined. I thought that after so much contact with her father, always just one step away, this penetration would make it easier for her to accept everything. But I didn't expect Xiaoying's rejection to be so intense. If she knew that all of this was arranged by me, would Xiaoying hate me for the rest of her life? I couldn't judge, so I couldn't take the risk. What if Xiaoying discovered something? I could only deny it to the death, even though the probability was very low.
Xiaoying, in her father's arms, stared blankly at the wound she had bitten. Xiaoying was, after all, a woman, and kind and virtuous at heart. Seeing how badly she had hurt her father, she felt pain and self-reproach. She realized she had gone too far with him; after all, he was her elder, her family. Coming to her senses, Xiaoying also noticed that her father-in-law hadn't moved at all, allowing her to bite harder. Didn't her father feel pain? Or had she not bitten hard enough? Xiaoying understood her father's forbearance; he was atoning for his sins. If it made her feel better, he wouldn't care even if she had bitten off a piece of flesh. Having figured this out, the hatred in Xiaoying's eyes lessened again, even more than before. Now, the hatred was overshadowed by heartache and self-reproach.
Xiaoying gently pushed her father. He, who was enduring the pain with his eyes closed, felt her push and released his hands, separating Xiaoying from him. Xiaoying took a step back, looking at her father's still-bleeding shoulder, his arms scratched from her struggles during their lovemaking, and the cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Was it all her father's fault? Of course not. If it weren't for her constant acquiescence and indulgence, and her occasional initiative, how could things have come to this? The responsibility wasn't solely her father's; she also had her share of the blame. Perhaps it was all her own doing.
Overwhelmed by maternal love, Xiaoying could no longer suppress her heartache. Bearing the pain of losing her virginity, she finally covered her mouth and began to sob uncontrollably. After their first time together, after so much negotiation in the bathroom, this was the first time Xiaoying had cried without reservation or concealment.
As she cried, Xiaoying took out wet wipes and slowly walked to her father's side, gently wiping away his blood and wounds. At this moment, Xiaoying's heart was filled with unbearable complex emotions. Because of the irritation from the alcohol in the wet wipes, the father's wound was likely becoming increasingly painful. As Xiaoying wiped it, the father would involuntarily let out painful groans, but he stood straight, not avoiding his injured shoulder, letting Xiaoying wipe it for him. Seeing her father silently enduring all this, Xiaoying was moved and shocked. The hatred in her eyes was gradually diminishing, while only the blood from her father and the tears in her eyes continued to increase...
Chapter 067 Capture
Seeing Xiaoying and her father suffering simultaneously in the video, I really didn't know what to feel. Was it worth it?
For myself, I couldn't even understand my own feelings at this moment. But for the two of them, wasn't it all worth it? The father was in physical pain, and Xiaoying was in emotional pain. Perhaps only time could slowly heal their pain.
Xiaoying continued to wipe her father's wound, wiping it gently and carefully. The father's brows furrowed in pain, but slowly, perhaps he adapted to the pain. He opened his slightly closed eyes and looked at Xiaoying. What came into view was Xiaoying's incredibly sexy and beautiful body, her fair skin, her full and firm breasts…
Just now, Xiaoying's sarcasm and biting had diverted the father's attention, but now that Xiaoying's emotions were gradually calming down, the father could finally calm down and appreciate the "beautiful sight" before him. Xiaoying was still sadly wiping the wounds on her father's arms and shoulders, completely disregarding her naked body. At this moment, her sexy and beautiful body, reflected in the bathroom light, appeared so crystal clear, radiating a fluorescent glow like a fairy's body.
The father stared at the "beautiful sight" before his eyes, slowly becoming stunned. At this moment, he forgot the pain, forgot the groans of pain. His eyes could see nothing but Xiaoying's beautiful body; he just quietly looked at Xiaoying. Xiaoying, who was tending to her father's wound, felt a little strange when his groans suddenly stopped. She shifted her attention from the wound to his face and immediately saw her father staring in disbelief, drooling unknowingly, his eyes filled with adoration and longing.
Seeing this expression, a bitter smile flashed in Xiaoying's eyes, tinged with a hint of pride, but lessened by her earlier anger and coldness. It seemed that her outburst had released most of her pent-up frustration, though it hadn't completely dissipated. Instead of trying to hide or refuse, Xiaoying blushed and smiled bitterly as she continued to clean her father's wound. As the blood slowly congealed, the bleeding stopped, but the wound was still raw and open, showing how hard Xiaoying had bitten him.
Looking at the cleaned wound, Xiaoying's guilt and heartache deepened. She sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. Her father was in physical pain, but she was in pain too. They were both suffering. Who was to blame? Blaming her father, but even more so herself, Xiaoying suddenly became very dejected. Having figured all this out, who should she hate?
Naked and with a dejected sigh, Xiaoying's beautiful appearance, set against her backdrop, possessed a unique beauty and endearing charm, easily inspiring a desire to protect and approach her. Looking at the pitifully dejected Xiaoying, her father, still under the influence of the drug, breathed increasingly rapidly. He suddenly remembered his original purpose for entering the bathroom; thankfully, his penis had remained erect throughout.
He swallowed, his eyes burning with desire, forgetting his physical pain. Xiaoying remained lost in thought, recalling their past together. She seemed unaware of how attractive her naked body, coupled with her heartbroken and conflicted expression, was to the opposite sex. Xiaoying was oblivious to all this, seemingly still agonizing over right and wrong, completely ignoring her increasingly aroused father. Xiaoying's quietness and silence at this moment might have given her father the wrong signal.
Finally, the father couldn't resist and reached out his hands. He suddenly embraced Xiaoying's naked, soft body, his lips instantly pressing against hers. His stubble-covered lips greedily kissed the left side of her neck. Fortunately, Xiaoying was thinking with her head down, and her father didn't manage to steal her kisses. Otherwise, taking advantage of her distraction, he might have easily taken her lips. The father held her tightly, but his kisses were both fierce and gentle.
Startled by the sudden attack, Xiaoying jolted awake. Because her left side of her neck was occupied by her father's lips, she could only tilt her head to the right and rest her head on his shoulder. Her body was tightly embraced by her father, and her full, firm breasts were once again pressed tightly against his chest.
"No, Daddy, no... Ah... It tickles, let go." Having regained her senses, Xiaoying pushed against her father's abdomen with both hands. Because her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, the only gap was between their abdomens. Xiaoying pushed back with her bent arms, but perhaps because she couldn't exert enough strength, or perhaps because she was afraid of accidentally hurting his wounds, or perhaps... In short, Xiaoying was unable to break free from her father's bear hug, only able to utter those words of refusal. However, because her father was kissing her neck, perhaps because it felt ticklish, or perhaps because she was greatly stimulated, Xiaoying's voice of refusal sounded so touching, as if she were coyly resisting. It was unclear how much unwavering resolve lay in Xiaoying's refusal at this moment. Previously, Xiaoying's sensitive areas above her chest were her earlobes, neck, and collarbone. Now, with her father violating one of these three sensitive areas, Xiaoying's desire was instantly aroused.
After kissing Xiaoying's left side, the father slowly moved his lips down Xiaoying's throat to the right. As he explored to the right, Xiaoying's chin was pushed upwards by her father's forehead. Xiaoying's head tilted back, her wet hair cascading down her back, her snow-white neck being roughly kissed by her father. Xiaoying resolutely refused her father, but the stimulation on her neck rendered her voice and body powerless.
The father kissed Xiaoying's neck back and forth, and as he kissed, his body was not idle either. He slowly moved his body forward, pushing Xiaoying backwards until he had pressed her against the tiled wall of the bathroom. The father greedily explored Xiaoying's neck and collarbone. Several times he tried to lower his head to kiss Xiaoying's nipples, but because they were about the same height, he could not reach them while keeping their bodies pressed together. He could only occasionally touch Xiaoying's breasts and cleavage.
The father freed one hand, tracing it down Xiaoying's slender waist, then across her buttocks, finally exploring between her legs, gently kneading and caressing her private area. His desire fully aroused, and under the final control of the drug, he no longer cared about Xiaoying's feigned resistance.
Xiaoying weakly pushed him away, her voice and movements very gentle, her face showing struggle and conflict; her brows were merely furrowed, seemingly experiencing both pain and pleasure. Slowly, Xiaoying's skin flushed; knowing Xiaoying well, I knew she was beginning to show signs of arousal. The private area between Xiaoying's legs slowly became moist, the father's kneading fingers gradually becoming stained with glistening love fluid.
Human desires are boundless. After taking hold of Xiaoying's neck and breasts, the father slowly raised his head, kissing upwards from her chin. Just as his lips were about to touch Xiaoying's red lips, she pursed her lips and began to shake her head from side to side, her long, beautiful hair swaying.
The father's lips kept trying to capture Xiaoying's red lips, but Xiaoying was resolute in protecting them, raising her head high, pursing her lips, and dodging left and right, refusing to let her father succeed. Because Xiaoying kept her lips tightly pursed, she could no longer utter a sound of refusal; only her weak hands were "gently" pushing against her father.
Unable to catch his target, the father finally had to give up. He withdrew his fingers, which he had been rubbing for so long, from between Xiaoying's legs; now, his fingers were covered in love fluid. Seeing the glistening love fluid, a "So that's how it is" smile appeared on the father's face—the first smile he had shown since entering the bathroom.
The father put his fingers, covered in love juice, into his mouth and licked them, tasting Xiaoying's love juice. His hand, previously covered in love juice, moved down to their lower bodies, but this time, instead of rubbing between Xiaoying's legs, he grasped his thick, hard penis. The veins on his penis were prominent, and the glans, as large as an egg, was erect, ready for unconventional intercourse, waiting to penetrate the long-awaited vagina.
The father gripped his penis and slowly thrust his hips forward, using his hand to guide the glans, slowly moving it towards his "paradise"...
Chapter 068 Resistance.
Watching the father's penis advance towards Xiaoying's paradise again, my heart suddenly raced with excitement. This feeling was different from before. Having witnessed my father and Xiaoying's first real sexual encounter, my initial feelings were mostly bittersweet, with little excitement. But as I adjusted to their first time together and watched the potential second time, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement, though the bitterness had subsided considerably.
My penis began to stir slowly in my pants. In the dark office, with only the faint light from the computer monitor and everyone else gone except for the security guard on the first floor, I watched my father and Xiaoying making love on the video. I unzipped my pants and slowly released my penis… My father's mouth was still kissing and probing Xiaoying's neck and collarbone, while his hand, holding a penis much thicker and longer than mine, moved closer between her legs. When the hot, thick glans touched Xiaoying's thigh, she perhaps sensed his intention. With her eyes closed, she feigned resistance, tightly clamping her legs together, preventing his penis from reaching her most intimate area. The father, gripping his penis, probed and thrust between Xiaoying's legs, but Xiaoying resolutely clamped her legs shut, preventing him from penetrating. They struggled, one attacking, the other defending. After
a while, sweat beaded on the father's forehead, showing the effort he was putting into the struggle. Slowly, impatience crept onto his face. He moved his lips away from Xiaoying's neck, his gaze slightly menacing as he looked at her cheek. His powerful knee began to press against her legs, trying to pry them open. But Xiaoying, with an unknown strength, kept her legs tightly shut, preventing him from finding a single opening. Unable to find a breakthrough, the father grew increasingly frustrated and angry.
Perhaps sensing that this forceful method was ineffective, the father looked down at Xiaoying's vibrant breasts, and his eyes suddenly lit up—he seemed to have found a new opportunity. The father moved his chest away from Xiaoying's breasts, freeing her 34D breasts that had been flattened by his chest. They stood erect, showing no signs of sagging, the two pink nipples bouncing at their tips.
The father's knees remained pressed against Xiaoying's tightly closed legs. He slowly lowered his head, his target seemingly Xiaoying's breasts. Xiaoying, her eyes tightly closed in rejection, was completely unaware of her father's intentions, nor did she realize that her breasts were about to be completely exposed. She continued to refuse him with her eyes and lips tightly shut.
Finally, the father lowered his head to a position level with Xiaoying's breasts, his mouth towards her two pink nipples. He wasn't in a hurry, seemingly very patient. He greedily gazed at the two pink "grapes," licking his lips with his tongue, his lust and greed growing ever stronger.
Ultimately, the father couldn't resist the allure of Xiaoying's breasts, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After admiring them for a while, without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth wide, aimed at Xiaoying's left breast, and pounced on it, sucking on her left nipple. He gripped her cheeks tightly, seemingly squeezing out all the air from his mouth to create a vacuum, maximizing suction. Xiaoying's left breast was held firmly in his grasp, and he sucked greedily, like a newborn baby, his cheeks bulging as he frantically and powerfully sucked. Her once round and full breast was sucked to one side, forming a cone shape.
Xiaoying, who had been closing her eyes in refusal, suddenly felt her breasts being breached. Before, when we made love, Xiaoying's breasts were always very sensitive; every time I sucked on her nipples, her body would tremble slightly. It was easy to imagine how much sexual stimulation her nipples provided. Xiaoying, who had been closing her eyes in refusal, suddenly opened them. Her eyes were filled with shyness and panic as she looked down at her breasts, deformed from her father's sucking. She began to push against his head with both hands, but his sucking was too forceful, and the stimulation from her breasts caused her hands to tremble slightly.
At this moment, fueled by lust, her father possessed unusual strength, and Xiaoying's pushing did not pull him away from her breasts even an inch. Xiaoying's attention was suddenly diverted. Previously focused on her tightly closed legs, her breasts were now exposed, and her focus instantly shifted from her legs to her breasts. Her legs relaxed instantly, and her father's knees, which had been pressing against her thighs, seized the opportunity and squeezed between her legs. Xiaoying's legs were finally parted by her father, though not by much. He had achieved his goal: he not only enjoyed Xiaoying's soft, fragrant nipples but also breached her tightly closed legs.
Although he had achieved his goal, the father did not leave Xiaoying's nipple, continuing to suckle greedily. Xiaoying realized her legs were also open, and her panic intensified. She grabbed her father's head with both hands, pushing him away forcefully, and tried to close her legs again, but she could not achieve either of these goals at this moment. She could only passively endure everything in a flustered and shy manner.
After his knee squeezed between Xiaoying's legs, the father did not rush to the next step. He slowly rubbed his knee against Xiaoying's legs, occasionally lifting it slightly to rub against her labia. His lips were still sucking on Xiaoying's left breast. Finding a moment when Xiaoying relaxed, the father moved his lips to Xiaoying's right nipple, greedily sucking on it. The left nipple, which had just been intensely sucked by the father, was finally exposed again. Due to the intense sucking, the left nipple had changed from pink to a deep red, and it was erect with arousal, bouncing up and down with her resistance and the father's sucking and rubbing movements.
"No, stop...stop...if you keep doing this...I'll get angry." Seeing her father's lips focused on her breast, Xiaoying finally dared to open her tightly closed lips, softly uttering a fragrant refusal to her father. However, Xiaoying's words of refusal sounded so childish, carrying a hint of ambiguity despite being a refusal. Her words of refusal not only failed to stop her father, but instead excited him even more. He puffed out his cheeks and sucked on Xiaoying's right breast even more forcefully.
Taking advantage of this moment, her father's other knee began to press against Xiaoying's legs. Since her legs were already open, it was impossible to close them again. Taking advantage of that small gap, her father's two knees finally pressed between Xiaoying's legs. Xiaoying's legs were now wide enough for her father to insert his penis. Seeing no hope of refusal, Xiaoying bit her lower lip and shook her head back and forth, her hair whipping violently from side to side. Hot tears began to stream from the corners of her eyes. It seemed that she had realized that she might be dragged into her father's "clutches" again, but she didn't want to give up completely. Clinging to that last glimmer of fantasy and hope, Xiaoying continued to struggle, which now seemed to have no practical effect...
Chapter 069 Taking the Initiative
Watching the two people fighting in the video, I held my own penis in my hand. At this moment, I could feel the heat of my penis in my palm. This heat and hardness were something I had never experienced before. But looking at my own penis, even when it was at its hardest, it still couldn't compare to my father's penis. Why was there such a big difference in penis length between biological father and son? If it weren't for the fact that my appearance was exactly like my father's, I would really doubt whether he was my biological father... After completely spreading Xiaoying's legs, my father stopped attacking Xiaoying's nipples. My father's knees were covered with the sticky fluid secreted by Xiaoying's vagina. The father removed his mouth from Xiaoying's nipple, licking his lips and swallowing hard, his face filled with ecstasy, as if Xiaoying's nipple was so sweet that he wanted to savor it.
He lowered his head, crouching slightly, one hand tightening around Xiaoying's slender waist, the other hand guiding his thick, long penis above her knees. Because Xiaoying's legs were spread apart by her father, her vulva was now exposed to his gaze. Xiaoying's vaginal opening was slightly parted, and a trickle of lubrication flowed from between her labia. This lubrication served both Xiaoying and her father, its purpose being to lubricate their upcoming penetration. Although Xiaoying resisted her father, her body betrayed her.
Finally, the father's glans pressed against Xiaoying's vaginal opening, the egg-sized glans having parted her labia. Now, with a single thrust, he could push his glans into Xiaoying's vagina. The father, however, seemed unhurried. He gently pressed the head of his penis against Xiaoying's labia, causing them to open and close repeatedly, the flowing fluids gradually wetting it. Xiaoying was aware of this; her eyes were glazed, and she struggled slightly, pushing against her father's shoulders with both hands. Occasionally, her fingers would touch his wound, causing him to gasp occasionally. But none of this affected his lust. He looked down, his gaze fixed on his penis and Xiaoying's vulva, as if preparing to take control. The pain of his wound was no longer important to him.
After pressing the head of his penis against Xiaoying's vaginal opening, the father seemed to know that everything was under his control. He removed his knee, realizing that there was no longer any barrier between his legs. Xiaoying quickly squeezed her legs together again, but this time, there was a "venomous snake" between them—a "venomous snake" that could spit out deadly venom.
Xiaoying kept her legs tightly closed, but she couldn't push her father's penis out. His penis was trapped between her legs, the glans pressed tightly against her vaginal opening. At this moment, his glans was covered in lubricant, ready for insertion. Taking a deep breath, her father tightly embraced Xiaoying's slender waist, his chest and breasts pressed together again. He began to gently thrust upwards, his glans pushing upwards with the movement, parting Xiaoying's labia and slowly squeezing into her vagina.
Realizing her vagina was about to be breached again, Xiaoying seemed unwilling to accept it. As her father thrust, she rose on her tiptoes. With her father's rise, her own body rose as well. It must be said, Xiaoying's method was good, temporarily preventing her vagina from being fully penetrated by her father, but in my opinion, it was only a temporary respite. Her father straightened up again, but because of Xiaoying's tiptoeing, only a small part of his penis had entered, not fully inserted. At this point, the father seemed unwilling to give up. He stood on tiptoe, trying to push his glans in further.
"Ah..." With a groan from Xiaoying, the father's glans finally entered Xiaoying's vagina. However, since the two were about the same height, even on tiptoe, the father couldn't go any further. The father didn't seem to be in a hurry. Even though only the glans was inside, he experienced immense satisfaction and pleasure. He began to gently move his feet up and down, pushing his glans in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. The most sensitive part of the penis is the glans, and the pleasure it brings is far more intense than that of the shaft.
Because Xiaoying knew how to dance and had practiced ballet, tiptoeing was easy for her. She persevered, enduring everything on her tiptoes, her eyes blinking as she watched her father, who was arrogantly enjoying her body, with resentment, anger, and a hint of shame. Her father, panting heavily, tried to avoid Xiaoying's gaze, moving his glans in and out of her vagina. Watching the video, Xiaoying moved on her tiptoes, while her father jumped up and down like a puppet; the scene was both humorous and comical.
The friction between the glans and the vaginal opening produced a series of wet sounds, accompanied by her father's panting and Xiaoying's occasional weak moans. Watching this stimulating scene, I slowly began to masturbate.
Once again, I had to admire Xiaoying's determination and endurance. She held her tiptoes for over three minutes; previously, when Xiaoying practiced dancing on her tiptoes, she could only last two minutes before her toes went numb. This seemed to be a battle of endurance. Although her father's penis wasn't deeply inserted, the stimulation from the glans was still immense for Xiaoying. Gradually, Xiaoying gave up resisting, biting her lower lip and gently "cooperating" with the movements, occasionally letting out seductive moans.
Perhaps the physical pleasure was intensifying, or perhaps Xiaoying's toes could no longer bear her weight, or perhaps she knew she couldn't escape this time, Xiaoying's toes began to slowly recede, like a bridge that had withstood centuries of wind and rain, no longer able to withstand the impact of time, beginning to slowly collapse. As Xiaoying's toes receded, her father's penis, which had initially only had the glans inside her vagina, began to slowly penetrate deeper with her body sinking. Xiaoying seemed unwilling to give up; as soon as her toes receded a little, she insisted on rising onto her tiptoes again. Unable to bear it any longer, she lowered her toes again, only to immediately rise again. Xiaoying seemed to still be stubbornly resisting.
At this moment, the father only needed to tighten his grip on Xiaoying's slender waist and press down sharply to completely lower her body, thus deeply inserting his penis into her vagina. However, he didn't do that. He continued to jump up and down on his tiptoes, seemingly wanting Xiaoying to actively insert her penis completely into her vagina. He had been the one forcefully initiating things before; this time, it was time for Xiaoying to take the initiative, albeit somewhat passively.
Xiaoying persisted in this up-and-down motion for about two minutes, but she finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her toes were probably exhausted, and her body began to slowly sink, sinking relentlessly. She seemed to have no strength left to lift herself up again. Sensing all this, the father stopped jumping up and down on his tiptoes. He stood up straight and waited quietly, waiting for Xiaoying to sink down and actively insert her penis deep into her vagina. The father's eyes were filled with satisfaction and conquest as he looked at Xiaoying's face, patiently waiting.
Xiaoying swayed her head from side to side, tossing her hair. Although her body was slowly sinking, she seemed unwilling to give up, but she no longer had the strength to support herself. As Xiaoying's body sank, her father's penis slowly penetrated deep into her vagina. Her father's mouth was slightly open, "Oh..." As his penis went deeper, feeling the tightness and warmth of Xiaoying's vagina, he let out a groan of extreme pleasure.
Although unwilling, even airplanes and birds eventually land. Xiaoying's heels finally touched the ground. Three-quarters of her father's penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, with only a small section of the shaft protruding through Xiaoying's pubic hair. The moment her heels touched the ground, Xiaoying realized that she had finally failed. She had been completely possessed by her father again. Tears streamed down Xiaoying's face. She bit her lower lip tightly, filled with resentment and self-hatred, hating her body for betraying her.
At this moment, the father and Xiaoying in the video were once again deeply and tightly connected through their genitals…
Chapter 70 Untitled
Watching the two connected in the video, I accelerated the stroking of my penis. Seeing my father penetrate Xiaoying again, my lust surged, accompanied by tension and excitement. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I felt like I was on drugs; my facial skin tightened, and my whole body went numb. I, along with the two in the video, enjoyed this rare and long-awaited stimulation. In
the video, Xiaoying, due to exhaustion, "voluntarily" wrapped her vagina around her father's thick penis. The father didn't rush to thrust, but gently rubbed Xiaoying's two snow-white, full breasts with his hands, and gently kissed Xiaoying's neck and collarbone. Xiaoying closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and remained motionless. Occasionally, her body would tremble slightly when her father kissed her neck.
Xiaoying seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. Her hands no longer pushed against her father, but hung limply at her sides. The father thrust his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina, continuing to caress her breasts and kiss her shoulders, collarbone, and neck. Just then, I noticed Xiaoying, her eyes slightly closed and tears streaming down her face, seemed to open her mouth and say something. But I couldn't hear anything through my earpiece. Was it broken? Impossible! I could clearly hear my father's heavy breathing and the soft kissing sounds. What could Xiaoying have said without making a sound? Perhaps my father, engrossed in his work, hadn't noticed what she had just said.
Filled with intense curiosity, I stopped the video and rewound it. After rewinding to that point, I zoomed in, staring intently at the screen, intently watching Xiaoying's lips. I wanted to decipher what she had just said through lip reading. I kept rewinding, deciphering bit by bit. After four rewinds, I finally deciphered what Xiaoying had said through lip reading. After being fully penetrated by her father, she lip-read, "Jincheng, I'm sorry." After saying this to herself, Xiaoying gave up all resistance. Having deciphered Xiaoying's words, I felt a mix of anxiety and unease. The lust I had just been aroused by the two of them was gradually subsiding, and I began to struggle between lust and the vows of love
. "Ah..." In my midst of this struggle, I was suddenly interrupted by a seductive moan from my earpiece. I immediately turned my attention to the video. What was happening on the screen made me temporarily forget my earlier turmoil and worries. It turned out that after caressing Xiaoying for a while, my father slowly withdrew his penis, leaving only the glans, before forcefully re-inserting it deep into Xiaoying's vagina. And with this first thrust, my father, standing on tiptoe, fully inserted his penis into Xiaoying's vagina. My father's first thrust was firm and quick. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, Xiaoying was stimulated to let out her first shy moan of pleasure in the bathroom.
After the first forceful thrust, the father raised his head, eyes slightly closed, mouth slightly open and trembling. He was savoring their second sexual encounter, a much gentler and slower one than the first. Xiaoying's head tilted slightly upwards, her lower lip bitten tightly, her breasts thrusting sharply towards her father, highlighting their fuller, firmer breasts.
After the first forceful thrust, the father began to gently and slowly pump, using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique. Given his height and position, under normal circumstances, the father could only maintain shallow insertions and thrusts, needing to tiptoe for each deep thrust. But the father seemed very patient, maintaining the nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm very rhythmically. Slowly, a thin stream of clear love fluid flowed from Xiaoying's vagina, slowly squeezed out by the father's penis and dripping down. The fluid was so viscous that it didn't break in the middle even after hitting the ground, forming a glistening thread connecting her vagina and the ground.
The father was vigorously having sex with Xiaoying, his hands and lips also working tirelessly. His penis, lips, and hands—the three most sexually sensitive parts of his body—were constantly exploring Xiaoying's alluring body. Because of Xiaoying's long, slender legs, each deep thrust was difficult for him, and Xiaoying would be pushed forcefully against the bathroom wall. Perhaps sensing this, the father, enjoying himself, released one of Xiaoying's breasts and slowly lifted one of her legs, placing her in a "one-legged" position, widening her legs and vagina. After this, their sex became much smoother.
Xiaoying's long, slender legs swayed in the air, her father's hands cradling her thighs, her snow-white vulva undulating with each thrust, drawing a white arc in the video. Throughout this process, Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the sweet, seductive moans that followed. Perhaps she didn't want her father to perceive her physical "degradation," and she kept quiet. This time, her father didn't roughly penetrate her like the first time, forcing her to moan. Time was crucial for him.
Perhaps the focus was on her knees, as Xiaoying's legs gradually felt numb and tingly. Her snow-white feet began to explore, little by little, for a foothold, following her movements. After much "exploration," the leg that had been lifted finally touched the edge of the bathtub. Xiaoying seemed to have found a lifeline; her snow-white toes spread wide, bending as she stepped onto the edge of the tub, "assisting" her father in supporting her lifted leg.
Perhaps sensing the sudden reduction in the burden on his arm that had been supporting Xiaoying's beautiful legs, the father glanced to the side as he thrust, only to find that Xiaoying had actually placed her foot on the edge of the bathtub. A flicker of ecstasy flashed in his eyes; Xiaoying's unintentional action was, in a way, a form of cooperation.
He slowly released his hand, returning it to Xiaoying's full breasts. With Xiaoying's "cooperation" and "help," his hand no longer needed to be wasted on her thighs; caressing her breasts would bring him greater satisfaction and excitement. Even without the support of her father's arm, Xiaoying's beautiful leg didn't slip down; her snow-white, beautiful toes and soles remained firmly planted on the edge of the bathtub. Watching Xiaoying in the video, one leg on the bathtub, legs wide open, the pose appeared so sexy, alluring, and even a little lewd.
Occasionally, due to her father's sudden, deep penetration, Xiaoying's body would shudder violently, and her foot would slip off the bathtub. Each time, however, she would consciously place her foot back on the edge of the tub. In the video, the father was vigorously penetrating, while Xiaoying "unintentionally" cooperated.
"Slap slap slap," because they were facing each other, each time the father thrust, their abdomens, hips, and pubic bones collided, producing a pleasant "slap slap slap" sound, mingling with the father's heavy breathing. During this time, the father seemed undeterred, occasionally using his lips to suddenly attack Xiaoying's lips, as if this was now Xiaoying's last remaining forbidden zone. Perhaps Xiaoying retained a last shred of consciousness amidst her lust, resolutely and skillfully dodging each of her father's advances. She appeared very "stubborn," even though her body was flushed and her juices were overflowing. Aside from the first penetration, she didn't utter a single moan, only biting her lower lip and breathing heavily—perhaps her only silent protest so far.
Perhaps due to the waning effects of the medication, her father was unusually patient and gentle this time. He wasn't angered by Xiaoying's "rejections," but instead generously enjoyed everything he had. Although he hadn't completely possessed Xiaoying (except for her lips), it was already more than enough to satisfy him.
The two of them maintained this position for five minutes. Again, I felt a pang of self-consciousness. Perhaps the scene was too stimulating, or perhaps my condition hadn't improved; I only masturbated for five minutes before ejaculating. Watching the two passionately having sex in the video, I didn't wipe away the pitiful few drops of semen that had leaked out, not even my hands. I continued to watch the video quietly, my already limp penis exposed, afraid of missing a single detail.
"Turn around and hold onto the bathtub," the father in the video suddenly said gently. At this moment, the father abruptly stopped thrusting, then gently kissed Xiaoying's face, then leaned over her shoulder and sucked on her earlobe. Between sucking on her earlobe, the father made this request to Xiaoying. I understood this request; the father wanted Xiaoying to turn around, bend over, and hold onto the edge of the bathtub so he could have sex with her from behind.
It was a lewd position, more likely to satisfy a man's desire for conquest, but I had never tried this position with Xiaoying before. Would Xiaoying agree to her father's request? My heart leaped into my throat once more. Would Xiaoying agree to her father's request? I stared intently at the screen, waiting for Xiaoying's decision…
Chapter 71 Dancing
Hearing my father make this request, I felt a mix of anticipation and heartache, tinged with fear. If Xiaoying agreed, it meant she had accepted him more fully; if she refused, it meant she hadn't been completely conquered by him. I longed for Xiaoying to be conquered; that would bring me greater stimulation—a stimulation beyond words, a feeling both painful and exhilarating, like the contrasting sensations of ice and fire at a nightclub, often leading to greater pleasure. At the same time, I was also afraid. If Xiaoying agreed, I would definitely feel jealous and heartbroken. After all, Xiaoying and I hadn't tried this position yet. In our marital life, Xiaoying was always rather conservative. I'd better wait for her decision. I waited with bated breath.
My father stopped thrusting, gently kissed Xiaoying's earlobe, and awaited her reply. Upon hearing this, Xiaoying, still immersed in the act of sex, lazily opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and tinged with a hint of sexual satisfaction. Looking through her father's shoulder at the mirror on the opposite wall, she saw herself and her father's current sexual position.
Because her father had stopped thrusting, their bodies had temporarily ceased friction, and Xiaoying was momentarily jolted from the pleasure of sex. As she saw her reflection in the mirror, the clarity in her eyes deepened, until she seemed to fully awaken. Her father, with his penis deeply inserted into her, kissing her earlobe, remained oblivious.
Xiaoying stared at the mirror for several seconds, her emotions shifting gradually, the hazy state slowly dissipating. Finally, her languidness turned to surprise, a mixture of intense shyness and anger.
"Ah… let me go!" Fully awake and seeing everything clearly through the mirror, Xiaoying suddenly screamed, then forcefully pushed against her father with her hands, which were now hanging limply at her sides. The father, who was kissing Xiaoying's earlobe with his eyes closed, was caught off guard and nearly fell when Xiaoying pushed him. His penis, inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, was pulled out quite a bit in an instant. Fortunately, the head of his penis, about the size of an egg, was wedged at the vaginal opening, preventing it from being completely pulled out.
Startled awake by the sudden shove, the father was also stunned. His penis was still tightly lodged in Xiaoying's vagina. Perhaps he hadn't expected Xiaoying to reject him and begin to struggle violently. The father, regaining his balance instantly, flashed a fierce and angry look in his eyes. He immediately straightened up and grabbed Xiaoying's slender waist, firmly restraining her struggles. Xiaoying, being a weak woman, was no match for her young and strong father; her struggles were futile under his control.
Only then did the father realize his mistake. He had just penetrated Xiaoying, taken possession of her body, and then made such an excessive request. Perhaps he had been too hasty; haste makes waste, and one must take things slowly. His request had already pushed Xiaoying to her limit. Having understood this, the father no longer hoped that Xiaoying would turn around and allow him to penetrate her from behind. All he could do now was maintain the status quo.
Ignoring Xiaoying's struggles, the father began to thrust hard, his hips pumping frantically, pushing his penis, which had been pulled out a large portion, back into Xiaoying's vagina. This time, he no longer used the "nine shallow, one deep" method; each time, he pulled it all the way out, leaving only the glans, before forcefully thrusting it in completely. This method of sex was fierce and intense; perhaps the father wanted to vent his frustration from earlier.
Xiaoying trembled from the force of her father's penetration. Her once smooth hair was now disheveled. She couldn't push him away; she could only cling to his shoulders to maintain her swaying body. Aside from a few initial moans of pleasure, she bit her lip to suppress any further groans.
With each thrust, her grip on his shoulders tightened, and slowly she returned to the pleasure, losing all will to resist him. After a minute of intense activity, the father looked up at Xiaoying and, seeing her back in the throes of passion, breathed a sigh of relief. He'd managed to salvage the situation; his greed had almost ruined this hard-won sexual experience. He could only accept it and enjoy the moment.
Perhaps having learned his lesson, he dared not ask anything more of Xiaoying. However, this position in the bathroom didn't seem to satisfy him; sex was most comfortable in bed. But how could they get to bed from the bathroom? Pull it out, then go to the bed with Xiaoying and re-insert it? If he pulls it out and Xiaoying regains consciousness, will she still comply? The answer is obviously no, it's inevitable. So the father can't let his penis pull out; he needs stimulation to keep Xiaoying in a state of sexual arousal.
Looking at the father's constantly flickering eyes, I guessed what he was thinking. Perhaps confirming my guess, the father slowed down his thrusting speed and began to gently maintain the frequency of thrusting. Then, holding Xiaoying's slender waist, he began to slowly move his feet, slowly rotating his body with Xiaoying, inching towards the bathroom door...
The two moved their feet while making love, the process was very slow, the father still maintaining the slow frequency of thrusting, the thrusting movements and footsteps so harmoniously coordinated. Since the father was in control at this moment, Xiaoying silently followed the father's steps. After reaching the bathroom door, the father used his other hand to open the bathroom door. Since the father's attention was on Xiaoying at this moment, his hand groped for a long time before finding the doorknob and opening the door.
The scene shifts to the living room, where the two people are still slowly spinning at the bathroom doorway, like a dancing couple. They are naked, embracing each other so closely, their steps and spins perfectly synchronized. Only when they are directly facing the camera can it be seen that the male genitalia are deeply inserted into the female vagina; the two "dancing" individuals' most intimate genitals are tightly connected. This "dance" is being performed to a peculiar "music," but this music is not played by instruments; instead, it is a concerto composed of their heavy breathing and the sounds of their bodies colliding.
After "dancing" at the bathroom doorway for a while, they slowly begin to walk towards their destination. However, their destination is unexpected. Perhaps Xiaoying habitually wants to return to the bedroom, perhaps the spinning has misled them, or perhaps it was intentional on the father's part. The two then begin to walk towards Xiaoying and me, their steps very slow. Perhaps they just wanted to go to the balcony, after all, the balcony faces my bedroom. Maybe I was overthinking it, I thought, clinging to a last shred of hope.
But reality is often the opposite of fantasy, and reality is often cruel. Under my extremely reluctant yet willing gaze, Xiaoying and her father tacitly "spun" into Xiaoying and my bedroom. Throughout this process, both of them kept their eyes open, so I believed they hadn't stumbled in by mistake. But who was in control? Xiaoying or her father? I couldn't tell from the video. This process only lasted a few dozen seconds, but to me it felt like an eternity.
After they entered the room, one of their bodies, I don't know whose, took advantage of the spinning motion, gently bumped the door. The force was perfectly controlled, and the door to Xiaoying and my bedroom began to slowly close. The figures of my father and Xiaoying, tightly intertwined, completely disappeared from my sight, along with that "concertos."
At this moment, I was completely dumbfounded. Although it was all my arrangement, many unforeseen circumstances and unexpected events had occurred. Just like now, I absolutely couldn't believe that Xiaoying and my father would be making love in my bedroom. I originally thought they would definitely go to my father's bedroom, but facts speak louder than words. They were now in the bridal chamber of Xiaoying and me, the bedroom with our wedding photos hanging on the wall. The sheets and blankets on the bed only had the warmth and scent of Xiaoying and me. Everything inside originally only had traces of Xiaoying and me, but now my father had "invaded" it, and it was the most intimate kind of intrusion. At this moment, my hands and feet were numb. I tried for a long time but didn't dare to turn on the surveillance video of the bridal chamber of Xiaoying and me...
Chapter 72 Guanyin
Seeing this, I looked down at my penis, which had already ejaculated and gone limp, and a trace of envy flashed through my heart. The fact that my father could embrace Xiaoying face-to-face while maintaining a deep, undivided penetration requires a relatively long penis. If it were me, I certainly couldn't guarantee a stable insertion. The image of their waltz-like "dance" kept replaying in my mind.
Although I didn't want to face it, I was conflicted and didn't want to miss any of their exquisite details. With trembling hands, I turned on the security camera in our bedroom, though I was extremely unwilling. As the video feed played, everything in our private space was revealed.
Xiaoying and my father were still standing face-to-face, my father continuing his gentle, rhythmic thrusting. Slowly, my father, with his back to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed. The process was slow and steady; he carefully controlled his penis to ensure it never slipped out of Xiaoying's vagina. As she sat down, her father carefully controlled Xiaoying's waist. Following his guidance, Xiaoying began to squat, eventually straddling his lap in a horse stance. Throughout this movement, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her eyes slightly closed, her head tilted back, her hair cascading down her snow-white back, and her toes lightly touching the floor. This position caused Xiaoying's full breasts to thrust proudly towards her father, further emphasizing their size.
After completing this series of actions, the father didn't rush to thrust, but instead focused his gaze on Xiaoying's vibrant breasts. Because of this position, Xiaoying was higher than her father, and his face was directly facing her breasts. A greedy glint flashed in his eyes; as if he hadn't tasted enough of the "deliciousness" just now, he pressed his lips hard against Xiaoying's nipples, his lips greedily and frantically sucking on them. The moment his lips touched her nipples, Xiaoying's mouth opened slightly, exhaling a deep, fragrant breath, even gently stirring a few strands of white hair on her father's forehead. Just when I thought Xiaoying would refuse his kisses on her breasts as before, I found that she showed no sign of resistance. Instead, her arms around his neck tightened even more, and his face was pressed even harder against her chest. Her breasts were flattened by his lips, and her side breasts bulged outwards.
"Ah..." Finally, under her father's powerful and frenzied sucking, Xiaoying couldn't help but let out a soul-stirring moan, as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song. This sound was the greatest aphrodisiac for men. After sucking for a while, her father's lower body began to slowly and powerfully thrust upwards. Although her father's thrusts were gentle, they were very forceful. Xiaoying's body began to move up and down with her father's movements. His dark, thick penis began to slowly move in and out of Xiaoying's vagina. Her father's penis could be clearly seen between her thighs, appearing and disappearing. Because her father's mouth was tightly holding Xiaoying's nipple, her breasts were pulled up and down in shape by her father's lips as she moved up and down. "Slap slap slap," the crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out again, and Xiaoying's plump buttocks were hit, causing waves of flesh to rise and fall.
"Oh... um... um," perhaps due to the dual stimulation of her vagina and breasts, Xiaoying finally couldn't resist her father's gentle assault and began to moan softly. Throughout the process, Xiaoying didn't open her eyes, perhaps out of fear, because opening them would reveal her wedding photo on the wall beside her, and she was afraid to face it all. The two people in the video were gently and tacitly engaging in intercourse, performing the most intimate contact that only a father and his lover would have.
Watching my father and Xiaoying's harmonious union, my already limp penis began to show signs of arousal. I looked down at my gradually erect penis and couldn't help but smile bitterly. What was wrong with me? Did I really enjoy this contradictory, stimulating feeling? You know, since I got sick, every erection has been incredibly rare. Seizing this opportunity, I slowly began masturbating again. I felt so pathetic. My beloved wife was having sex with someone else, and I, her rightful husband, could only watch her do it, masturbating here. Wasn't I incredibly pathetic?
About five minutes later, perhaps my father was tired, he stopped thrusting upwards. This position is particularly physically demanding for a man, and my father, being elderly, couldn't maintain it for long. I could see the glistening sweat on his forehead. After stopping thrusting, my father's mouth alternately kissed and sucked on Xiaoying's breasts. During this time, Xiaoying occasionally trembled, but made no other movements, silently enjoying everything my father gave her.
After kissing for a while, my father began to lie back, his hands, which had been holding Xiaoying's waist, began to withdraw and pull Xiaoying's hands. Under my father's pull, Xiaoying slowly straightened her body. After this process, Xiaoying and my father were in a standard woman-on-top position for sexual intercourse. Seeing this, a pang of jealousy rose in my heart again. Xiaoying and I had only used this position a few times, but Xiaoying didn't like it, so after a few tries, I had to give up on it.
During this process, Xiaoying didn't resist either. After my father pulled her hands and straightened her into this position, Xiaoying straddled my father's hips, and the two remained motionless in this position, as if waiting for something. The father was waiting for Xiaoying to take the initiative to straddle him for intercourse. If Xiaoying could do it willingly, it meant he was close to completely conquering her. The father waited expectantly.
Xiaoying also waited, hoping her father would thrust upwards, allowing her to passively enjoy it. She simply couldn't bring herself to do it. They seemed stuck in a stalemate. Throughout, the father's penis remained deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina, refusing to separate. Finally, the father broke the stalemate. He gently pulled Xiaoying's hands, giving her a subtle hint. Receiving his signal, Xiaoying reluctantly opened her eyes. She looked at her father with hazy eyes, a rare tenderness flashing within them, the tension and distress almost gone.
They gazed at each other "affectionately" for a long time. Then, Xiaoying sighed softly and gently raised her hips, slowly revealing her father's penis between their genitals. As a thin gap finally appeared between Xiaoying and her father's bodies, their bodies were tightly connected by a thick, dark penis. Her father's testicles were covered in the semen from their recent sexual intercourse. His scrotum, wrinkled and covered in pubic hair, was now very moist, and tiny droplets slowly trickled down his penis onto our wedding bed.
Xiaoying raised her hips to a certain height and then stopped. During this movement, both she and her father moaned softly, enjoying the stimulation of their bodies rubbing together. When Xiaoying raised her hips until only the head of her father's penis was visible, she clenched her teeth. Seeing this expression, I knew she was about to sit down hard in a sudden burst. But at that moment, Xiaoying's gaze inadvertently fell upon our wedding photo. Finally, she faced it all. She saw the photo of herself and her beloved husband. A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, and in that panic, her hips gave way, and her body relaxed uncontrollably, causing her to sit down abruptly. With a "smack," Xiaoying and her father's hips collided tightly once more.
"Ah..." Both father and Xiaoying let out a groan at the same time. Father was still enjoying the tightness and warmth of Xiaoying's vagina with his eyes closed, waiting for her to come again. However, he didn't notice that Xiaoying had stopped moving, her eyes fixed on our wedding photo, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip tightly, and guilt and pain appearing on her face...
Chapter 073 The Claws
Seeing Xiaoying's expression, I guessed that things might change. After all, the stimulation that our wedding photo brought to Xiaoying in this situation was immeasurable. However, I noticed that her father, who was enjoying it with his eyes closed, hadn't noticed.
As if to confirm my guess, Xiaoying looked at the wedding photo for a while, struggled, and finally took a deep breath. Then she suddenly tried to break free from her father's hand. She desperately shook her hands, trying to shake off her father's old hands that were tightly holding her slender hands. At the same time, she lifted her hips, and her father's penis was instantly pulled out of her vagina. The exposed portion of his penis was covered in sticky vaginal fluid, its veins snaking like earthworms. This ugly thing was what had caused Xiaoying to lose her virginity, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.
However, due to the immense sexual stimulation her father was experiencing, he unintentionally tightened his grip on Xiaoying's hands. In her panic, Xiaoying couldn't concentrate and didn't immediately pull away. Her father, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped awake. He opened his eyes and saw Xiaoying struggling and lifting her hips. In his moment of distraction, Xiaoying instantly freed her hands. After freeing her hands, Xiaoying braced herself against the bed on either side of her father, then tried to lift her hips to pull his penis completely out. Without her father's pulling, Xiaoying could now do it perfectly well.
Perhaps because she hadn't reached orgasm yet, the stimulation to her sexual organs was still intense. When the penis was pulled out to a certain height, only the glans, the size of her father's egg, remained embedded inside—the largest and thickest part of his penis. Reaching this point, the tightness of his glans slowed Xiaoying's withdrawal. Xiaoying tried to pull the glans out of her vagina in one go, but failed. This wasn't because the glans was particularly hard, but because a man's glans provides the greatest stimulation to a woman's vagina, and also because Xiaoying's body was already weak and sore. Therefore, her first attempt to pull the glans out failed.
But opportunities are often only given once; once this one chance is lost, there will be no more. Fortunately, the glans, the size of her father's egg, provided a final barrier, and at this moment, the father finally reacted. He seemed very confused; he couldn't understand why Xiaoying was suddenly struggling and refusing, but he had to stop her. When a man's sexual desire is not fully satisfied, he often unleashes an unusual strength and mental state.
In an instant, the father grabbed Xiaoying's slender waist with both hands, then thrust his hips upwards with a powerful "smack," his hips colliding tightly with Xiaoying's again, their pubic hair intertwining once more. His penis was thrust back into Xiaoying's vagina in a flash.
"Ah..." Caught off guard by the particularly forceful thrust, Xiaoying let out a scream, echoing in our bridal chamber. The echo lasted only two seconds before being replaced by the intense "smack, smack, smack" of flesh colliding.
After regaining control of Xiaoying's waist, the father began pulling her close, thrusting his hips upwards with all his might. Having witnessed Xiaoying's struggles in the bathroom and just now, he no longer expected her to completely submit to him, nor did he expect her to be proactive. So he began to actively and relentlessly penetrate her from below. "Smack, smack, smack," the sounds of their hips colliding echoed in the bridal chamber, mingled with their heavy breathing. Xiaoying bounced up and down on her father's body as he thrust into her, her 34D breasts swaying back and forth, the pink buds at their tips drawing beautiful arcs in the night. Her father stared with a hint of madness at Xiaoying's swaying breasts. It was then that I realized my father and I shared the same fetish: women's breasts. I simply loved women with large breasts. If you were to ask what Xiaoying's most attractive feature was, it wouldn't be her beautiful face, but her perfectly shaped 34D breasts.
Although her father was fascinated by Xiaoying's breasts, he had no free hands to caress them. He gripped Xiaoying's waist tightly, controlling her, not daring to relax for a moment.
Xiaoying hadn't stopped struggling since she started; her body swayed up and down as her father thrust into her, but her hands never gave up the struggle. Occasionally, she would brace herself against her father's chest, trying to create distance between herself and him, occasionally grabbing his restraining hands. But at this moment, she was like a lamb, how could she possibly fight against a ravenously hungry wolf? Xiaoying's struggles were futile under her father's control. Gradually, her resistance weakened; perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she gave up, or maybe…
Her father held Xiaoying's slender waist and continued his work without stopping for a moment. Feeling Xiaoying's struggles growing weaker, her father finally breathed a sigh of relief, thankful he hadn't lost this opportunity. However, this position also exhausted her father's strength. Both of them were covered in sweat, which shimmered in the ambiguous night, making their silhouettes so clear in the dim light.
Perhaps because this position was beyond her father's control, or perhaps because he was too tired, after a while, her father's pace slowed down. Her father's strength was almost exhausted; he was slowly reaching his limit. When he was completely powerless, Xiaoying, regaining her senses, might finally escape his "clutches." The father continued his upward thrusting motion, struggling to maintain it, but his eyes darted back and forth, seemingly plotting something. He was multitasking.
Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, a look of delight crossed his face. Taking advantage of Xiaoying's weakening struggles, he grabbed her slender waist and twisted her sharply to the left. "Ah..." Caught off guard, Xiaoying was instantly thrown onto the bed by her father, letting out a gasp. With his last ounce of strength, the father rolled over and pressed himself against Xiaoying. The entire process was completed in an instant, and Xiaoying and her father were now in the most standard male-on-top position for sex. The father lay tightly on top of Xiaoying, his head resting on her shoulder, his mouth close to her snowy neck, breathing heavily. The series of thrusts and rolls had exhausted all his strength. But he had succeeded. His chest pressed tightly against Xiaoying's breasts, flattening her vibrant breasts under his pressure.
Even at this moment, Xiaoying still didn't give up her last hope, pushing her father away fiercely with both hands. But how could she possibly move his body? He was like a rag doll, pressed tightly against her. His weight was too much for her to handle. At this point, I had to admire her father; experience truly makes one wise. In this position, he didn't need to exert any force; he could simply press himself against Xiaoying like a rag doll, completely subduing her without expending any energy, while still enjoying the stimulation and sensation from her soft body.
Because his penis was very thick and long, it remained inside Xiaoying's vagina throughout the ordeal. He pressed himself tightly against her, panting heavily, his penis deeply inserted. Xiaoying struggled, her lower body trembling slightly, indirectly providing her father with friction and stimulation. He enjoyed this moment, resting and basking in the moment.
Perhaps realizing her efforts were futile, Xiaoying finally gave up resisting. Because her father had pressed his head against Xiaoying's shoulder, his lips pointing towards her neck, Xiaoying turned her head to the side to avoid his lips. On the wall in that direction hung our wedding photo. Xiaoying was now forced to face our picture, and slowly, tears finally streamed uncontrollably down her face. Giving up the struggle, Xiaoying looked at our wedding photo, letting the tears slide down her cheeks and fall onto the bed, still carrying our scent…
Chapter 74 Entanglement
Watching Xiaoying, who was constantly crying while looking at the wedding photo, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. Heartbreaking? A little, really only a little? Perhaps my heart was already numb, or perhaps it was secretly bleeding without my awareness. When I finally realized it, it might be the day the "illness" flared up.
Her father didn't rest for long. Perhaps not wanting Xiaoying's hard-won arousal to fade away, he remained lying face down, still using his upper body to feel the softness of Xiaoying's body. Indeed, Xiaoying's body was soft and boneless, with a captivating fragrance; no man could resist her body, a body that would make any woman in the world envious.
The father's upper body remained still, but his lower body began to slowly writhe, gradually increasing in speed, his hips opening and closing against Xiaoying's, his penis repeatedly moving in and out of her vagina. "Slap slap slap," the father's hips collided with Xiaoying's, producing a series of impact sounds. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle," the father's thick penis rubbed against the walls of Xiaoying's vagina, producing a pleasant friction sound. The father's movements, like a parasite, were constantly eroding Xiaoying's reason; perhaps soon, she would lose herself in his gentle onslaught. Xiaoying seemed to have resigned herself to her fate; she was like a walking corpse, passively enduring everything, no longer offering any resistance or making any other movements. Only as she looked at the wedding photo, tears continued to stream down her face.
The father, engrossed in his work, rested his face on Xiaoying's shoulder. As his movements quickened, his heavy breathing filled the air, his warm breath brushing against Xiaoying's cheek. The breath seemed quite hot, and Xiaoying's cheek, constantly being touched by his breath, slowly began to flush. Each time the father withdrew his penis, it brought out Xiaoying's pink labia, which everted outwards with each withdrawal and returned to their original position with each insertion. Slowly, a continuous flow of vaginal fluid flowed from their point of contact. The originally clear fluid, after being constantly "processed" by the friction between the father's penis and Xiaoying's vagina, had turned into white foam.
The white foam was continuously drawn from Xiaoying's vagina by her father's penis, slowly flowing down to her anus. Before it could continue flowing down, it was shattered by her father's scrotum, which was constantly shaking and hitting her anus. The originally watery foamy love fluid was constantly broken and splashed in all directions, covering every corner of our small bridal chamber.
With her father's increasingly rapid thrusting, his huge testicles and scrotum repeatedly hit Xiaoying's anus, perhaps giving her a different kind of stimulation. Perhaps he had rested enough, her father raised his head, gazing at Xiaoying's profile with fascination. I don't know if he saw Xiaoying's tears at this moment. Perhaps because it was night, he didn't see Xiaoying crying; or perhaps he did see them, but struggling with desire, he chose to ignore them.
Her father lowered his head and began to kiss Xiaoying's cheek. As his lips touched hers, Xiaoying simply turned her head to one side, further away from her father's red lips, and then made no other movement. The father greedily kissed Xiaoying's earlobes and cheeks, and with each kiss, Xiaoying would occasionally tremble in response. Although Xiaoying was like a walking corpse at this moment, she still had sensation in her body; the places her father was kissing were her most sensitive spots. Fortunately, this time her father had learned his lesson and didn't force Xiaoying any further, nor did he "pursue" her red lips.
After a few kisses, her father began to kiss down Xiaoying's neck, during which his hips never stopped moving, maintaining the thrusting motion and frequency. Xiaoying's cheeks and earlobes were covered with her father's saliva. Xiaoying suppressed herself, not allowing herself to moan; perhaps occasionally she couldn't help but want to moan out loud, but she quickly pursed her lips tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound, which was perhaps a silent protest.
Slowly, her father kissed Xiaoying's chest. The father, propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, his eyes greedily fixed on Xiaoying's two breasts. The two nipples swayed violently in the "storm," revealing their fragility. Gazing at this sight that would drive any man mad, his thrusts and pounding became increasingly violent. "Slap, slap, slap," the sounds grew clearer and louder. Xiaoying's long, slender legs curled up on either side of her father's body, swaying occasionally with each thrust.
His gaze didn't linger long; after a moment of admiration, like a hungry wolf, he pounced on his prey. He fiercely bit into one of Xiaoying's nipples, sucking frantically, while his thrusts became even more forceful and rapid. Simultaneously, one hand caressed Xiaoying's other breast, while the other reached down to their genitals, stroking the upper part of Xiaoying's vulva, searching for her G-spot.
Seeing all this, I couldn't help but admire my father. Coming from a rural background, he knew so many flirting techniques. Had he learned them from my mother over the years? Was he self-taught, or did he learn them elsewhere? Seeing this, I truly felt like a failure. Not only was my body inferior to my father's, but I was even ashamed of my flirting skills. Was I really such a failure?
Perhaps feeling that sucking back and forth between both sides wasn't enough, my father withdrew the hand that had been searching for Xiaoying's G-spot. He lifted one of Xiaoying's breasts with each hand, then squeezed the two full breasts together. Because Xiaoying's breasts were very large, the two nipples were tightly squeezed together by my father. With both hands squeezing Xiaoying's breasts, my father opened his "blood-red mouth" and pounced. This way, my father didn't need to move left and right; he could simultaneously suckle both of Xiaoying's nipples. My father frantically enjoyed the deliciousness before him.
As her father thrust wildly and kissed and sucked her breasts, Xiaoying, who had been suppressing herself, finally broke down. All her defenses crumbled instantly. "Ah...ha..." Xiaoying finally let out a soul-stirring moan, the sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate, clear and melodious, her voice ethereal, like a sound from beyond the heavens, cleansing the heartstrings. As the moan subsided, Xiaoying's hands moved to her sides, her delicate hands gripping the sheets tightly and then loosening them, the rhythm matching her father's thrusts. The sheets, imbued with the scent of both Xiaoying and me, changed shape constantly in Xiaoying's hands, while at the same time, her breasts changed shape between her father's hands.
Hearing Xiaoying's moans, which would be irresistible to any man, her father raised his upper body and stopped kissing and sucking. At this moment, the father knelt between Xiaoying's legs, his hands kneading her 34D breasts back and forth. His thick pubic hair slammed against Xiaoying's hips, their pubic hair constantly parting and coming together. Covered in love fluid, their pubic hair was now tightly and sticky together, occasionally pulling out glistening strands. The father's hands kneaded Xiaoying's breasts as if kneading dough, while maintaining a certain coordination and rhythm with his hip movements. Coupled with the father's heavy breathing and Xiaoying's melodious moans, our bridal chamber was filled with an atmosphere of allure and lewdness.
The father employed a nine-shallow-one-deep penetration technique. Each time he thrust deeply, he would go all the way in, their pubic hair and hips pressed tightly together. Because the father's penis was very long and thick, even though they had done it once before, Xiaoying might not have fully adapted yet. Occasionally, when the father went all the way in, Xiaoying would furrow her brows, her two slender, beautiful legs would rise high, and then fall down as the father withdrew again. Her beautiful legs and feet bounced up and down with each of the father's occasional deep thrusts, tracing their own unique trajectory.
The father's thrusts became faster and faster. About 20 minutes had passed since they entered the room, and they were both probably on the verge of orgasm. The father's movements became faster and faster, and their moans and breathing became more and more rapid. Xiaoying had now closed her eyes, no longer looking at our wedding photos, but instead enjoying the sexual feast that her father was bringing her. Perhaps closing her eyes allowed her to escape everything. Only the occasional tears that streamed from the corners of her eyes betrayed the lingering guilt and pain in her heart. These complex emotions, however, were slowly being drowned out by her ever-deepening lust… Her father maintained his nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Each time he penetrated fully, Xiaoying's legs would rise high. When her father had thrust about ten times, Xiaoying's legs rose again, but this time they didn't fall back to their original position. Instead, they descended, tightly wrapping around her father's waist, fixing his body firmly to hers, waiting for him to bring her to orgasm after orgasm…
Chapter 75 Peak
Seeing Xiaoying's legs wrapped around her father's waist, my heart skipped a beat. Did this mean Xiaoying had accepted her father? Was it temporary or permanent? Deep down, although I had always hoped that Xiaoying and her father would have sex, now that it has actually happened, I hope that Xiaoying will accept it temporarily, because I don't want her to fall for him so quickly, and at least I don't want her father to get it so easily.
Before I could fully process my thoughts, the two in the video had already begun. Perhaps sensing Xiaoying's entanglement, the father's face revealed a sense of pride and "satisfaction"—a manifestation of a man's vanity being satisfied. Perhaps the father believed that Xiaoying had finally been subdued by his powerful sexual prowess. Indeed, judging from Xiaoying's entanglement, at least for this moment, she had submitted. What about later? Who knows? Encouraged by this immense force, the father thrust his hips back and forth even more ostentatiously, the sounds of their pelvis colliding growing faster and louder. The only sounds in the video were their panting and moaning, along with the loud thuds of their bodies colliding, accompanied by their constant movement.
The father kneaded Xiaoying's breasts, his mouth not idle either, occasionally sucking on her nipples, occasionally licking her neck and collarbone—in short, the father savored everything his mouth could reach. Xiaoying, her eyes closed, wrapped her legs around her father, enjoying the moment. Occasionally, she would open her eyes, see the wedding photo on the wall, and immediately close them again. She was afraid to face it all, or perhaps the photo reminded her of unpleasant memories, affecting her enjoyment of sex.
Xiaoying's legs were wrapped around her father's waist. Were her hands also wrapped around his neck? My attention shifted to Xiaoying's hands, which were tightly gripping the sheets, sometimes tightening, sometimes loosening, in perfect sync with her father's thrusts.
I stared blankly at the two people passionately engaging in intercourse in the video, two people of vastly different ages and appearances. I forgot to masturbate; I gently held my genitals, waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for—was I waiting for Xiaoying's final resistance and refusal? Or was I waiting for Xiaoying to be violated by her father one last time?
Perhaps sensing my eagerness, my father's thrusting became faster and faster, almost to the point of frenzy. Xiaoying's moans grew louder, the ecstatic melody of "Ahhh... mmm mmm" echoing in our bridal chamber, the volume and frequency increasing rapidly. I knew then that my father was close to ejaculation; we were like climbers on a mountain, just one step away from the summit.
Finally, my father's thrusting began to slow, becoming slower and slower. After a few slow, forceful thrusts, he released Xiaoying's breasts, quickly gripping her slender waist tightly. Then, he slammed his hips against hers, plunging his entire penis into her vagina, leaving only his dark, hairy testicles sticking out. During this process, Xiaoying seemed to sense that her father was about to reach climax. She turned her head, bit her lip, and began to let out muffled groans through her nose. She shook her hair back and forth, her beautiful long hair being tossed about, sometimes hitting the bed, sometimes covering her face. Perhaps she was waiting for the climax, or perhaps she was shaking her head to reject her father, maybe she was expressing some kind of desire to him. But at this moment, Xiaoying could no longer speak any complete words, only letting out melodious and soul-stirring moans.
Xiaoying's possible "hints" had no effect. Her father thrust his penis deep into Xiaoying's vagina one last time, his head held high, his hands tightly holding Xiaoying's slender waist, pulling her body down hard, pressing her hips against his without any gap, their pubic hair intertwined, inseparable. The only testicles left outside began to tremble and contract violently, and her father once again sowed his seed of life into Xiaoying's vagina. The father's vigorous sperm began to surge into Xiaoying's uterus, rampaging and searching for their target egg. After the father's final thrust, Xiaoying also reached orgasm. She released her legs from his waist, raising them high, making them appear so long and slender. Xiaoying's body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her chest thrusting upwards, her vibrant 34D breasts held high, her upper body supported only by her head.
I knew that Xiaoying, like the father, was also ejaculating her own fluids at this moment. However, because the father's penis acted like a cork, tightly sealing Xiaoying's vaginal opening, their fluids were confined within Xiaoying's vagina and uterus, mingling and mixing in their own territory until they became one, inseparable, each contained within the other.
Both father and Xiaoying remained motionless in that position, the scene frozen in time. An observer might have thought the video had stopped. The father's continuously contracting testicles and the slight trembling of their bodies testified to the passage of time and the smooth continuation of the video. I held my breath, watching the two reach their climax simultaneously. This lasted for several tens of seconds before their orgasms finally subsided. Xiaoying's breasts began to recede, her back finally resting on the bed. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her grip on the sheets loosened. Xiaoying's legs seemed to lose control of her brain and torso, falling heavily onto the Simmons mattress, the surface rippling like waves on the sea.
As Xiaoying lazily enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm, the father finally lowered his head, his white hair gleaming, his hands and waist gradually relaxing. His testicles stopped contracting; I wondered how much toxin he had injected into Xiaoying's body during those few tens of seconds. The father's hands caressed Xiaoying's slender waist, his hips still pressed tightly against hers.
After the lingering pleasure, both of them kept their eyes half-closed, neither wanting to be the first to open them, perhaps afraid to face what had happened. The father was the first to open his eyes, his gaze shifting from a dazed state to a clear one, like a drunkard waking from a stupor. His sexual desire was satisfied, the climax had passed, and the effects of the aphrodisiac had worn off after their lovemaking. Now, the father was completely sober. He had reverted to the timid, simple, and somewhat cowardly old rural father he once was. His eyes were filled with panic as he looked at Xiaoying, who had been enjoying the afterglow with her eyes closed. He then looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on the wall where his beloved son and daughter-in-law's wedding photo hung.
At that moment, the father's panic and self-reproach reached their peak. When a person's lust is completely satisfied, they truly come to their senses. The father quickly released Xiaoying's waist and frantically tumbled off the bed. In the process, he seemed to forget that his penis was still deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina. Completely out of control, the father didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was to escape the scene. "Pop..." A distinct sound, like a cork being popped, rang out as the father's penis, glans and all, was swiftly pulled from Xiaoying's vagina. The moment it was pulled out, Xiaoying's body trembled violently. The removal of the glans was the final, intense stimulation for her. Like a breach in a dam, a torrent of fluid erupted from Xiaoying's vagina—a mixture of her vaginal fluid and her father's semen. The jet of fluid initially sprayed from Xiaoying's vagina, then gradually calmed, eventually becoming a gentle stream, transforming from a flood into a continuous creek.
After tumbling off the bed, my father hurriedly ran out of Xiaoying and my bridal chamber. Because both of us were drenched in sweat, perhaps his feet were too slippery, and he almost slipped and fell as he turned a corner in the living room. Thankfully, he managed to regain his balance. As he ran, his limp penis, like a long, dead snake, swayed back and forth between his legs, covered in a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen, appearing so wet.
In the video, I watched my father's limp penis swaying between his legs. This hideous thing had taken away my beloved Xiaoying's virginity, completely possessed her body, and brought her to one climax after another. Under its onslaught, Xiaoying was utterly defeated, writhing and submitting beneath my father's crotch. I don't know why, but at that moment, I felt such hatred for that ugly, swaying penis between my father's legs.
Finally, after my father's relentless efforts, he escaped back to his room, then crawled into bed, wrapping his head and body tightly in the covers. The blankets trembled constantly, suggesting that my father's mind was far from calm. Perhaps he was trying to compose himself, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Xiaoying lay quietly on our wedding bed, like a walking corpse, her slightly swaying breasts a sign that she was still alive…
Chapter 76 Quiet.
I simultaneously turned on the video surveillance in both my father's and Xiaoying's bedrooms, watching the two people reacting so drastically in the videos, my heart filled with a jumble of emotions. The office was so quiet at night, with only the occasional taxi horn outside. The only sound in the office was my own heavy breathing.
My father and Xiaoying hadn't completely calmed down, and neither had I. If nothing unexpected happened, their night together was over. Looking at the time, it was already late, and tonight would likely be a sleepless night for the three of us. Before it happened, I was hopeful; after it happened, I was conflicted. Humans are always contradictory; we always hope for things to happen, but when they actually happen, we find that our feelings are very different from what we expected.
As my father and Xiaoying's passion ended, my penis, which had just become erect for the second time, gradually went limp. Looking down at the two people in the video, and then at my "little brother," I felt I had truly wronged myself tonight. I casually opened my desk drawer, took out a half-pack of cigarettes that had been sitting there for who knows how long, lit one, took a deep drag, and immediately started coughing violently. This pack of cigarettes has been sitting in my desk drawer for who knows how long, untouched for a long time. Now it's dried out and very harsh to smoke. My mood is just like that cigarette, burning intensely.
I've achieved my goal, but the method I used wasn't what I expected. At the beginning of the plan, I intended for Xiaoying and her father to have this happen willingly, but in the end, I used the method I least wanted to use. The consequence of this is that the follow-up work will be more troublesome, and some unexpected events will occur. Now, how to handle the relationship between her father and Xiaoying has become the biggest problem. How will Xiaoying and her father get along after they sober up? How will they face me? Thinking about it really gives me a headache. I've been looking forward to it, but after the passion subsides, all the sorrow will follow.
As I ponder this, my eyes are still glued to the video, not daring to relax for a moment. I smoke that harsh cigarette, and after getting used to the first puff, I suddenly find that this dried-out cigarette, which has been sitting for so long, doesn't taste bad. In the video, Xiaoying finally opens her eyes wearily, her eyes filled with weariness, languor, but more than that, there is emptiness, and a hint of lifelessness. She opened her eyes and glanced around our bridal chamber, perhaps her lost consciousness was slowly returning. She remained motionless, only the opening of her vagina still bearing traces of her father's semen. Because so much time had passed, the semen had dried and solidified on the pubic hair near Xiaoying's vaginal opening, clinging tightly to her thick, sensual pubis. Below
Xiaoying's vaginal opening, our bright pink sheets were stained with the semen that had just seeped into the fabric, leaving only damp, white stains. All of this, the entire room, seemed so ambiguous.
After a long while, Xiaoying sat up with a blank stare. She sat there, then turned her gaze to our wedding photo. She stared blankly at me in the picture; perhaps her tears had dried, but her eyes remained empty as she looked at everything. The father, still wrapped in the blankets next door, hadn't exposed a single part of his body. His trembling body had gradually calmed down, but he hadn't peeked out, not even to breathe.
Slowly, Xiaoying got up and left the bedroom, then went into the bathroom. I thought she would immediately turn on the shower, but instead, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her body. Faint hickeys remained on her body, left by her father, like bright red plum blossoms covering her upper body. Her lower body, her pubic hair, was covered in dried semen. With her movements, some of the semen stored in her uterus had leaked out, staining her inner thighs. The once pure and innocent Xiaoying, now accentuated by these marks, possessed a seductive allure, as if a fairy who had never tasted worldly food had suddenly descended to earth.
I expected Xiaoying to be crying and heartbroken when she looked at herself in the mirror, but instead, she was expressionless, almost unconscious. Seeing this, a wave of worry washed over me. I wasn't worried about Xiaoying's safety; my biggest fear was that she might commit suicide. But knowing Xiaoying as I did, although she was strong-willed, she was very rational. Unable to figure it out, I could only continue watching. Although it was late, I wasn't sleepy at all.
Standing in front of the mirror for a long time, Xiaoying turned on the shower and began washing away the marks her father had left on her body. She quietly washed every part of her body, the water flowing over her, making her already flawless skin appear even whiter and more translucent. But this pure and innocent body had just been used by an old man; was it still clean? I didn't feel disgust for Xiaoying; I felt more affection and tenderness. The feeling Xiaoying gave me was always fresh and new.
The father, wrapped tightly in the quilt, suddenly pulled back a corner of the blanket the moment he heard Xiaoying open the bathroom door, revealing his head with a look of panic. Perhaps what he feared most at that moment was Xiaoying suddenly coming to "settle accounts" with him. Hearing Xiaoying finally enter the bathroom, the father visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath, but the fear on his face didn't lessen much. At the same time, he rubbed his face tightly with his hand, perhaps trying to clear his mind, his face filled with deep sorrow and self-reproach. He had finally gotten what he wanted, but the potential consequences and costs were too great.
The father's thoughts were a mixture of sorrow, fear, self-reproach, and guilt; at this moment, the father seemed to be on the verge of tears. After Xiaoying entered the bathroom and quieted down, the father completely threw off the blanket, his sorrowful face inadvertently glancing down to his groin. His now limp penis swayed softly at his crotch. His penis was now so dark and ugly, covered with patches of white spots, as if something had grown on it. These white spots were dried semen, congealed and covering his entire penis. Because it was dry, the gaps between the white spots were filled with patches of transparent white skin, like dried glue, forming the dried, congealed vaginal fluid from Xiaoying.
Looking at his penis covered in his own semen and the vaginal fluid his beloved daughter-in-law had just secreted, the father, whose face was full of sorrow, suddenly revealed a hint of satisfaction and excitement. He had initially thought it was all a dream, but these marks on his penis proved that everything had been real. He had finally completely possessed his goddess, and had made her writhe and climax repeatedly beneath him. The dried vaginal fluid around his penis was proof of this.
Because Father had been so focused on "escaping," he hadn't even thought to wipe his penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Luckily, there was a pack of disinfectant wipes on the bedside table—the kind he used to disinfect and treat his injured arm. Father took out a wipe, about to wipe his penis, but stopped abruptly the moment it touched. He stared blankly at his penis, covered in vaginal fluid, lost in thought. Was he reluctant to wipe away the marks? Perhaps to confirm my guess, Father finally threw the unused wipe into the bedside trash can, then gently covered his penis with the blanket, closed his eyes, and seemed lost in thought, his expression shifting between joy, ecstasy, sorrow, and self-reproach. He must have been reliving the beautiful yet conflicted moments he had just experienced.
Silence fell over Father's side, and Xiaoying, relying on her body's instincts, washed herself, finally finishing. Xiaoying dried herself with a bath towel, her face expressionless. Watching her, my heart sank further; her calmness was hardly a good thing. Even if she burst into tears, I would feel better. After
drying herself, Xiaoying seemed to be under a spell, walking blankly out of the bathroom. But the direction she took was completely unexpected. She walked aimlessly towards her father's room, the bath towel draped over her shoulders, her body exposed to the air, looking so sexy and radiant. Having just showered, her body still exuded warm steam. My heart suddenly tightened, my mind reeling. Why was Xiaoying going to her father's bedroom? Was she confused and went to the wrong room? Was she going to confront her father? Or…? I realized I couldn't imagine what would happen next, unpredictable, unimaginable…
Chapter 77 Cleanup:
Is a Third Blow in the Rain? I don't know why, but this thought suddenly popped into my head. Was it my heart anticipating something? Or was I worried about what was about to happen?
My father, who had been lost in thought with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them when he heard Xiaoying leave the bathroom. At that moment, he probably realized he had unintentionally made a grave mistake; every move Xiaoying made tugged at his heartstrings. Perhaps it was the sound of Xiaoying's footsteps getting closer to his room that made his breathing more rapid. Excitement, fear, confusion, and bewilderment—a complex mix of emotions was written all over his face, each one constantly shifting.
His eyes widened further and further; perhaps he was praying, praying that Xiaoying was only going to the kitchen or the back balcony, and not to his room, because he couldn't be sure what Xiaoying's feelings and intentions were towards him. But ideals are beautiful, and reality is cruel. With a click, the door to his bedroom opened. Without needing to guess who it was, the father's eyes didn't dare glance at the doorway. He frantically pulled the blanket over his head, wrapping himself tightly, not revealing a single part of his body.
Xiaoying's movements from the bathroom to her father's bedroom were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation. She seemed like a mindless puppet, all her actions driven by instinct. Once inside, Xiaoying didn't look at her father on the bed, but instead searched the room. Finally, she found her nightgown and underwear on the floor, and then her bra, which her father had just forcibly removed with his "despicable" methods, at the foot of the bed.
Xiaoying slowly and purposefully picked up the three pieces of clothing, without panic or shyness, everything so composed and natural. The father, oblivious to what was happening, remained tightly wrapped in the blanket, trembling violently. One could imagine the extent of his fear; he was perhaps awaiting the "storm" that was about to unfold.
Seeing Xiaoying's actions, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. It turned out that Xiaoying had come back to retrieve her underwear and nightgown (did anyone guess correctly? Xiaoying went back to her father's room just to get her nightgown and underwear; those with dirty minds should go run naked outside ten times). A sense of relief flashed through her mind. Perhaps having experienced the passionate moment with her father, her desire for the night had reached its limit, and she secretly hoped that her father and Xiaoying would not have any further contact tonight.
After finding her nightgown and underwear, Xiaoying did not leave her father's room immediately, but slowly put them on. Her body, which any woman in the world would envy and any man would be infatuated with, was slowly covered by the clothes. Seeing this, I was a little strange. Why didn't Xiaoying go back to her own bedroom to put on her clothes? Did she have something else to do in her father's bedroom?
After putting on her underwear and nightgown, Xiaoying returned to her usual attire at home, but this Xiaoying was very different from before. Before, her body belonged to only one man, but just now, it had been completely possessed by the second man in her life. Xiaoying still didn't glance at her father on the bed, as if he didn't exist. She reached for the toilet paper and wet wipes on the bedside table. Hearing the sound of her reaching for the items, her father, wrapped in the blanket, suddenly trembled violently. Perhaps every move Xiaoying made was tugging at his heartstrings.
After picking up the toilet paper and wet wipes, Xiaoying squatted down and began wiping the floor with them. It was then that I remembered that after Xiaoying and her father's first time, she had slipped and fallen on the floor while getting out of bed, leaving traces of semen. That semen was from when her father ejaculated inside her; when she lay curled up on the floor, there was a lot of semen that had flowed from her vagina.
Xiaoying slowly and carefully wiped away the somewhat dried semen traces. Was she trying to erase every trace? Logically, their passion had subsided, and I shouldn't be interested in these aftermath details. But at this moment, I didn't want to miss any detail of what had happened afterward; my heart was filled with both anticipation and worry.
After wiping, Xiaoying didn't throw the toilet paper into the toilet. Instead, she clutched all the used toilet paper in her hand. Having done this, Xiaoying's gaze fell on the foot of her father's bed, where there was a white stain of semen. It was from their first time having sex; her father had ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, Xiaoying had been lying prone on her father's bed for a long time, and the semen had flowed out, leaving a large stain at the foot of the bed.
Xiaoying stared blankly at the stain, then slowly turned her gaze to her father. He was still wrapped in the blanket, trembling slightly. Every second Xiaoying spent in her father's room was torture for him. Looking at her father wrapped in the blanket, Xiaoying's eyes held resentment, inner turmoil, struggle, and a touch of faint infatuation. Xiaoying slowly moved her head closer to her father's blanket, then closer to his head inside. During this process, Xiaoying showed no shyness; her movements were fluid and natural.
"Wash your sheets before Jincheng returns tomorrow." A short, succinct sentence, nothing more, her tone cold and concise. Xiaoying said this to her father, then, still in her nightgown, carrying a tissue stained with semen, opened the door and left. Even after the door closed again, her father didn't have the courage to pull back the covers and face Xiaoying.
Hearing Xiaoying open the bedroom door and enter our bridal chamber, my father shakily pulled back the covers and peeked out. He gasped for breath, his face covered in sweat, whether from being suffocated under the covers or from the nervousness of Xiaoying's arrival, I couldn't tell. In any case, he looked utterly disheveled. He sat up, staring blankly at the white stain at the foot of the bed, like a pure white lily… After Xiaoying returned to the room, she began wiping the semen stains from our sheets with toilet paper, then carefully searched the floor of our bedroom for any remaining traces. She then went to the living room and meticulously cleaned up the love fluids they had spilled as they danced their way from the bathroom to the bridal chamber. Seeing Xiaoying's actions, a surge of joy flashed through my heart. Just moments before, seeing her dazed expression, I had thought her mental state had collapsed. But I hadn't expected that although Xiaoying was emotionally affected, her actions were still very rational. At least she knew how to clean up the traces left behind, so that I, her husband, wouldn't find any clues. Seeing this, should I be happy or heartbroken?
After wiping, Xiaoying collected all the used toilet paper and wet wipes and put them in a black plastic bag. She then placed the garbage bag by the door. After completing all this, Xiaoying returned to the bridal chamber and removed all the sheets and covers that had just been "contaminated" by her father's semen. She then took these sheets and covers, which had been changed less than three days ago, to the bathroom and threw them into the washing machine.
As the washing machine ran, the traces left by Xiaoying and her father were gradually washed away. In the entire room, only two places remained with traces of their sexual activity: one was the sheet at the foot of her father's bed, and the other was the semen and vaginal fluid that hadn't been wiped off her father's penis.
If her father hadn't been lying in bed shivering, would Xiaoying have washed his sheets and blankets too? I don't know why, but this thought suddenly came to mind. Normally, Xiaoying could have easily washed her father's sheets and blankets. Perhaps she didn't want to see him, didn't want to face him. The only thing she said to him was to let him remove the stains himself, without letting me know. This suggests that Xiaoying won't forgive her father so easily; at least for now, she doesn't want to see him again.
With the roar of the laundry machine, Xiaoying began changing the sheets and blankets in the bedroom. The sheets and blankets that had just been soiled by her father were pink, now being washed at high speed in the laundry tub. And the new sheets and blankets, whether by coincidence or design, were the same color as the hat I was wearing—a vibrant green. Seeing these green sheets and blankets was a huge irony. I wonder if I'll be able to lie down and sleep soundly on them tomorrow night when I get home. Xiaoying methodically carried out the cleanup work, remaining quiet and composed throughout the process without shedding a tear. Watching Xiaoying busy with everything, I was filled with distress and deep thought. What would happen between Xiaoying and her father tomorrow? What would I face when I got home? Would anything unexpected happen?
After seeing the scene I most wanted to see, I was now caught in a state of distress. Was I reaping what I sowed...?
Chapter 78: Haggard
Tonight was a sleepless night for both of us. I sat in front of the computer, looking at everything in the house, unable to fall asleep for a long time. I smoked one expired cigarette after another in the drawer.
At night, the night watchman saw me sitting in front of the computer in the office. He assumed I was working late and greeted me a few times. After that, the office fell silent again, with only the sound from my headset echoing.
After Xiaoying finished cleaning up, she sat blankly on the sofa in the living room, her hands hanging at her sides, her eyes staring straight ahead, lost in thought. At that moment, she was devoid of any emotion, as if she had no soul; only the hum of the washing machine
could be heard. Her father, tossing and turning in the bedroom, would occasionally look towards the living room, his face filled with worry. Sometimes his brows would furrow, sometimes he would sigh. Several times he would quietly get out of bed, but when his hand touched the doorknob, he would hesitate for a moment before giving up and returning to bed. Perhaps it was because her father was too worried and wanted to talk to Xiaoying, but he seemed to lack the courage.
Forty minutes later, Xiaoying took out the clean sheets and duvet covers and hung them on the clothes rack on the balcony. After finishing all this, Xiaoying turned off the living room light and returned to our marital bedroom. She sat on the bed with her legs curled up, seemingly lost in thought, because she showed absolutely no emotion on her face. Looking at the lifeless state of the house, I knew my responsibility was "heavy and far-reaching," and there was much "cleanup" work to be done.
Slowly, Xiaoying buried her head between her knees, finally unable to hold back her soft, silent sobs. Her body and shoulders trembled, and everything fell silent.
I don't know how time passed; when I finally came to my senses, it was already dawn. A new day had begun, and sunlight streamed into the office through the windows. The sunlight was the same as every day, everything was so familiar and ordinary, but for me and my family, everything was different, and we could never go back to the past. Everything was subtly changing. Around 6 a.m.,
my eyes were still on the computer; the video hadn't been turned off all night. I had seen everything Xiaoying and her father did. The house was quiet in the latter half of the night. Xiaoying remained curled up, sitting on the bed without moving all night; I really didn't know if her hands and feet had gone numb. Her father tossed and turned in his bedroom, sighing from time to time. It seemed that the three of us were afraid of the arrival of dawn, because dawn meant that the time for us to be together was getting closer and closer. Perhaps what they feared most was my return home.
Around 6:30 in the morning, Xiaoying was the first to lift her head. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying; it was clear from the video that her eyes were bloodshot. She checked the time and silently got out of bed.
Life had to go on, no matter what. She silently went to the bathroom to get ready and put on makeup. Usually, Xiaoying would cheerfully wash up and put on makeup, then hum a song as she prepared breakfast. But this morning, Xiaoying slowly got ready, as if she had no strength left, like a sickly patient.
I knew that Xiaoying had suffered a huge shock, both physically and mentally; calling her a patient wouldn't be an exaggeration. After getting ready, Xiaoying left for work with a haggard face. She didn't prepare breakfast as usual, nor did she greet her father. This morning, her father seemed like a stranger to her.
Her father hadn't slept all night either. Hearing Xiaoying finish washing up, he, like Xiaoying, curled up and sat against the headboard. He kept glancing towards the door, repeatedly summoning his courage, but ultimately he couldn't bring himself to face Xiaoying.
Only after Xiaoying finally left did my father shakily get out of bed to wash up. Although my father had "gained" a lot last night, Xiaoying wasn't the only one whose heart was broken.
My father finally got what he wanted, but he would also have to pay a heavy price. After getting ready, my father didn't prepare breakfast for me; perhaps he had no appetite at all. He just sat on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at our family photo. The family photo was a picture of me, Xiaoying, Haohao, and my father—the four of us.
When desire takes hold, he doesn't think about his family and responsibilities. When he saw this family photo, all his emotions began to surge within him, and in the end, my father couldn't help but look at the photo, tears streaming down his face.
I waited until 7:30, when it was time for my company to start work. Reluctantly, I shut down my computer. Taking a deep breath, I remembered I often worked overtime at the company, so I had my own toiletries. I went to the restroom to wash up. Looking at myself in the mirror afterward, I couldn't help but smile bitterly; my eyes were bloodshot. Last night had tormented the three of us.
Although I hadn't slept a wink, I wasn't sleepy at all. Once the company started its new day, I tried my best to throw myself into my work, but my mind just wouldn't focus; I had no ideas all day.
I dreaded leaving work, yet I also longed for it. After yesterday, Xiaoying's place in my heart grew even higher.
When she was making love with my father yesterday, I felt as if she were about to leave me. The worry and heartache I felt then were unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. "You only know how to cherish something after you lose it"—that saying is absolutely true. Because of what happened last night, I didn't despise her; instead, she became even more important to me.
By 4 PM, Xiaoying's workday was supposed to end. All day, I'd thought countless times about calling her, but I couldn't think of anything to say, so I always gave up. Although I had confidence in Xiaoying's mental fortitude, I couldn't help feeling a little worried.
At 4 PM, the day's work was winding down, and during a lull, I turned on my computer and video-called.
Xiaoying hadn't arrived home yet. My father seemed a little better, though his face was still haggard. He was busy in the kitchen. Looking at the dishes, it seemed dinner would be plentiful. My father carefully prepared each dish; was he trying to make amends to the family?
While cooking, he kept going to the living room to check the time. He seemed afraid, but he knew it was unavoidable and something he had to face sooner or later. Time slowly passed to 4:20 PM. Normally, Xiaoying should be home by then, but the time had come, and she hadn't returned. Had something gone wrong? My heart tightened. My hands trembled as I picked up my phone, ready to call Xiaoying.
But I didn't have the courage to dial. I was afraid, afraid that my worst fears would come true. Ten minutes passed slowly. Seeing that Xiaoying hadn't returned home, I unlocked my phone with sweaty hands, ready to call her. But before I could dial, I heard the sound of a door lock opening in the video call.
The door opened, and Xiaoying's haggard figure walked into the house. Seeing Xiaoying back home, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and turned off my phone again. My palms were already drenched in sweat. Hearing the door open, my father, who was busy in the kitchen, trembled violently. His hand, which was chopping vegetables, shook violently, and he almost cut himself.
After a moment, he buried his head in his cooking. He didn't have the courage to face Xiaoying. After Xiaoying returned home, she changed her shoes and sat on the sofa in the living room. Her face was pale, and she looked pitiful.
Her eyes were still a little red and swollen, though not as noticeably; she must have used eye drops during the day. After sitting on the sofa, she opened her handbag and took out several items. Because they were all packaged, I couldn't see what they were.
Her father continued his distracted work, beads of sweat slowly forming on his forehead. Time passed slowly; the dishes were all ready, but her father lacked the courage to bring them out.
Xiaoying remained seated on the sofa, her eyes fixed straight ahead, lost in thought.
"Come here for a moment." The voice was cold and devoid of emotion, the tone icy. Unlike usual, after a day and a night of calming down, Xiaoying showed no sign of forgiving her father. Hearing Xiaoying's "command," her father had to muster his courage to face everything. He slowly walked into the living room, never daring to look up, his hands nervously rubbing his apron, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Like a child who had done something wrong, he trembled as he approached Xiaoying.
"Take off your pajamas." These words made my father and me, sitting in front of the computer, widen our eyes. What was going on? Was Xiaoying planning to have sex with my father again before I got home? Impossible! Judging from Xiaoying's behavior, she wouldn't have any intention of having sex with my father. Perhaps not.
My father seemed stunned, staring blankly at Xiaoying, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
"Take off your pajamas," Xiaoying repeated, her eyes cold and resolute as she looked at my father, as if she would devour him if he refused.
Facing Xiaoying's resolute yet emotionless gaze, Father's eyes were filled with pain and confusion. Although he didn't know what Xiaoying was going to do, he felt guilty towards her, so he tremblingly took off his apron, then slowly unbuttoned his pajamas, finally removing them completely. His upper body was now naked before Xiaoying and me…
Chapter 079 Facing
After Father took off his shirt, Xiaoying glanced at the clock by the door and realized it was almost time for me to get home from work. Xiaoying gritted her teeth and began taking something out of her bag, seemingly medicine. She picked up a disinfectant swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and began disinfecting the wound on Father's shoulder. The wound was a bite mark she had made the night before; although it had scabbed over, it was still very noticeable, with a scab of blood on it.
Xiaoying anxiously treated Father's wound, including the area on his wrist that she had scratched the night before. After treating the wounds, Xiaoying applied bandages, six to the scratches on both arms and two to the bite marks on the shoulders. After that, she took out a large plaster, but due to the limited video view, she couldn't read the instructions clearly. She then applied the plaster to her father's shoulder.
"Wear these wristbands. If Jincheng asks, just say you accidentally strained your wrist a couple of days ago. The plaster on your shoulder is for frozen shoulder; just say it's a flare-up. In short, I don't want Jincheng to find any clues." After applying the plaster, Xiaoying handed her father two wristbands in hard plastic packaging. They were the kind of elastic cotton wristbands I used to wear when I played basketball in high school.
I really didn't expect Xiaoying to use this method to cover up the injuries, and it was practically flawless. First of all, her father's arms weren't fully healed, so using wristbands to cover up an accidental strain was perfectly understandable. Moreover, her father had always suffered from frozen shoulder, a result of overwork in his youth. Since he got older, it would flare up whenever it rained or the weather was cool. It must be said, Xiaoying's thinking was very sharp and adaptable.
When Xiaoying spoke to her father, she remained focused on the essentials, not using a single superfluous word, and her tone was still cold, devoid of any emotion. After she finished speaking, a hint of bitterness appeared on her father's face, though he didn't show it too obviously; he simply nodded slightly in response.
"I just didn't want Jincheng to find out everything, don't overthink it," Xiaoying said coldly to her father as she picked up her bag to return to the bedroom after handling everything for him. As she reached for the doorknob, she turned her back to him.
Hearing Xiaoying's words, Father bit his lower lip tightly, his face contorted in pain. Xiaoying's words were a clear indication that she was trying to prevent me from discovering their encounter the previous night while treating his wounds, not out of concern for him. It was a deliberate attempt to prevent him from "deluding himself," and a clear indication of her intention to completely distance herself from him. The pain Father felt upon hearing Xiaoying's "heartless" words was unimaginable.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel heartache and sympathy for Father. Ultimately, he was just a simple old man. Lust is a dangerous thing; how many men have fallen for women? Father was just a simple man. With all my "arrangements" and "fueling," could Father have held on? Wasn't all of this caused by me, the one pulling the strings behind the scenes? Was Father wrong? One can only say that Father was wrong, but he shouldn't bear the primary responsibility. The mistake he made is one that any physiologically normal man would make, and Father was no exception.
Although I felt deep sympathy and heartache for Father, I didn't lose my rational thinking like him due to the pain. Did Xiaoying really do all this for her father just to cover up the marks? I don't think so. If it were just to cover up the marks, Xiaoying could have simply put a wrist brace on him and applied a useless shoulder plaster. There was no need for disinfection or adding an extra layer of bandage. These small details show that Xiaoying still cares about her father. After all, she caused the injuries, and he is her father-in-law and elder. Doesn't she feel even a little bit guilty for hurting an elder like this? Also, after last night's in-depth conversation, has her father's position in Xiaoying's heart subtly changed?
I can only speculate about all of this, but her father is completely oblivious to all of this right now. After bowing his head and grieving for a while, he raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, and pursed his lips, forcing back his tears. He didn't let any tears fall, only a few at the corners of his eyes. He wiped his eyes with his apron, then occasionally twitched his nose as he put on the wrist brace, put on his nightgown and apron, and then bravely went to the kitchen to get busy. At that moment, I suddenly realized how pitiful my father was… After Xiaoying returned to her bedroom, she ignored whatever her father was doing and rummaged through the closet. Finally, she pulled out a set of pajamas she hadn't worn in a long time. It was an extremely conservative set, with sleeves and a collar, similar to a winter outfit. Xiaoying found it and put it on. While Xiaoying was changing, I noticed the hickeys on her upper body were still there, though faded considerably. Those were left by her father last night. Xiaoying wore this conservative set of pajamas to cover them up.
After changing, Xiaoying sat blankly on the bed in her bedroom, checking the time on her phone almost every minute. Perhaps she knew the time to face me was drawing closer. My father put the food on the table and then returned to his bedroom. He lay face down on his bed, his expression unreadable. Everything in the house felt incredibly oppressive.
I checked the time; it was time to leave work. Ultimately, I had to face it. I rubbed my tense facial muscles and started packing to leave. Walking home, even on the bus, my mind was racing with thoughts of what I might face upon arriving, constantly considering strategies. Before I knew it, I was at my doorstep. I stood outside my building, key in hand, but hesitated to insert it into the lock.
I paused for a long time, trying to muster my courage. Just as I was wavering, my phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was Xiaoying. I must have been late for my due date, and Xiaoying was calling to check on me. Since my phone was ringing, I knew I couldn't hesitate any longer. I rejected the call and unlocked the door. The house came into view. I saw Xiaoying running towards me in her conservative winter pajamas. Unlike usual, she jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly.
"What's wrong, darling?" I asked gently, though I was puzzled. At the same time, my gaze swept across the living room. Was my father still in the bedroom? He hadn't come out yet.
"It's nothing, I just missed you so much, honey," Xiaoying said in a trembling voice, almost sobbing.
"You missed me after just one day and one night? Silly girl." I gently nudged Xiaoying, then tenderly stroked her hair; she still smelled of the fragrance from her bath last night. Xiaoying gently wiped her eyes, then began to help me change my shoes and take off my suit.
"Yeah, you didn't come home last night, and I don't know why, but I just missed you so much, hehe." Xiaoying said playfully with a smile, but I always felt it was a forced smile. Although Xiaoying tried to hide it, no matter how she tried, it never felt as natural as a genuine smile.
"Where's Dad?" I asked casually, glancing around the living room.
"Oh... ah... Dad's shoulder pain flared up, he's not feeling well, he's in the bedroom." Hearing my question, Xiaoying, who was about to hang up my suit, suddenly jerked, almost dropping it. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
"Oh, I'll go check on Dad." I replied casually as I walked towards my father's bedroom. While walking, I glanced at Xiaoying out of the corner of my eye and noticed her trembling was becoming more pronounced and intense; she was probably afraid I'd discover something suspicious.
I opened the door to my father's bedroom. He was still lying face down on the bed, his face turned to the side at the foot of the bed. Hearing me enter, his body trembled slightly, though he seemed to be trying hard to control it.
"Dad, Xiaoying said you weren't feeling well. Are you alright?"
"Oh, no… nothing, just a flare-up of my shoulder… my wrist muscles… muscle… muscle strain. It's nothing, it'll be fine after some rest." Perhaps due to excessive tension, he hadn't fully remembered the words Xiaoying had taught him, and his answer was stammering, his voice trembling.
"Dad, why is your voice trembling? Are you really alright?"
"Really, I'm fine. You should go eat. I'm not feeling well, so I won't eat dinner." My father remained in that position, not even turning his head to face me while speaking to me.
I tried to persuade my father to eat, but he stubbornly refused. I had no choice but to go back to the living room and eat with Xiaoying. Xiaoying and my father were afraid I would find out anything, and I was afraid they would find out anything about me, so I tried to speak as little as possible, thinking "the more you say, the more mistakes you make." During the meal, Xiaoying chewed gently, always eating with such elegance. However, her gaze remained fixed on me, her eyes filled with deep guilt, as if tears were about to fall. Xiaoying kept putting
food on my plate, constantly asking about my work, as if she had endless things to say to me that day. "Honey, how about we go on a trip? Just the two of us," Xiaoying suddenly whispered to me. I was chewing my food, my mouth agape, almost spilling the food…
Chapter 80 Cold War.
I could imagine many scenarios, but I never expected Xiaoying to suddenly suggest a trip. This sudden attack left my brain blank; I stood there, mouth agape, stunned.
"Honey, what's wrong? I suddenly want to travel, you don't have to be so surprised, do you?" Xiaoying blushed and said coquettishly when she saw me staring blankly.
"Ah, no...nothing. I just wanted to travel. Sure, I'll go with you when I have some free time." I quickly replied, realizing my mistake, to avoid Xiaoying noticing anything amiss. I lowered my head and continued devouring the food on the table. Perhaps my father had put extra care into the cooking, but the food tasted exceptionally good, carrying a special flavor—a flavor of "guilt."
"We haven't taken a trip alone since we got married. Let's treat this as a belated honeymoon," Xiaoying said tenderly, watching me wolf down my food.
"Sure, but wouldn't it be a bit much to leave Father alone at home? He's not fully recovered yet," I said cautiously, looking up at Xiaoying. Throughout this, I kept a close eye on her expression.
"It's alright, Father's perfectly fine now." Hearing me mention Father, a flash of disgust and anger crossed Xiaoying's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. Indeed, Father's health was perfectly fine; he was in excellent health, as evidenced by his impressive "performance" last night. However, I couldn't express these thoughts aloud. Xiaoying spoke unintentionally, but I took it all to heart.
This unusual dinner ended just like that. I don't know if it was because her father had cooked, but Xiaoying seemed a little disgusted; she ate only a tiny bit, completely unlike her usual amount. I didn't ask her more questions.
That evening, since I had been monitoring everything at home during the day, I didn't need to turn on the computer to monitor things. Xiaoying and I went to bed early. Her father hadn't left the bedroom the entire time, and Xiaoying had cleared the table. Lying in bed, Xiaoying nestled quietly in my arms.
I carefully reflected on everything that had happened today and last night. Why did Xiaoying suddenly suggest the trip? Perhaps it was out of guilt, wanting to make up for it by giving me some alone time? Or perhaps, after last night, Xiaoying was especially afraid of losing me and wanted to cherish every moment we spent together? Or perhaps, Xiaoying wanted to clear her mind through the trip, to forget all the unpleasant things that happened last night. Perhaps the memories her father left her last night could never be erased or forgotten, but through the trip, she hoped to fade them, until she forgot them altogether?
After thinking for a long time, Xiaoying and I remained silent. Thanks to last night's stimulation, my condition is gradually improving. This treatment method is truly unconventional, and the results are nothing short of a miracle. However, based on my father's comparison, my small penis is incurable; it's acquired and can never be changed.
Thinking about last night's events, my penis unconsciously became erect, and my libido suddenly surged. I wanted to take advantage of the moment and be intimate with Xiaoying, since it had been a long time since our last time. I started stroking Xiaoying's hair, then moving my hand down to her shapely buttocks, while my other hand caressed her vibrant 34D breasts.
"Mmm…" With my caresses, Xiaoying let out a passionate moan, a completely genuine sound. Our breathing became increasingly rapid. I started to undress Xiaoying, but just as I unbuttoned the first button of her nightgown, Xiaoying, who was enjoying the moment with her eyes closed, seemed to suddenly remember something. She suddenly grabbed my hand, her eyes snapping open and staring intently at me.
"What's wrong, darling?" I looked at Xiaoying with a puzzled expression. Could it be that last night's events had left a shadow in her heart? Please, no.
"No...nothing, I've just been feeling a little unwell these past couple of days. I'm going to buy some medicine tomorrow; my lower body is a bit itchy," Xiaoying explained, her face flushed. If I hadn't known everything that had happened last night, I would have been completely fooled by Xiaoying. At that moment, I finally remembered why Xiaoying had refused me. She was wearing thick pajamas to cover the hickeys her father had left on her upper body last night. If I took off her clothes, wouldn't all the marks be exposed before my eyes? Understanding this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it wasn't a matter of psychological trauma.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'll treat you properly in a couple of days, okay?" Seeing me lost in thought, Xiaoying thought I was angry. She buried her face in my armpit and gently comforted me.
Having figured out the reason, I decided not to force Xiaoying. I hugged her tightly and prepared to fall asleep. I didn't ask Xiaoying why she suddenly changed into thick pajamas, because they weren't suitable for the current season, and it was best not to alert her. Perhaps it was because I was too tired last night, or because I hadn't slept all night, but everything at home was much better than I had imagined, so I relaxed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In my dream, I felt a pair of hands gently stroking my cheeks, and it seemed like warm drops of liquid were falling on my face, but I was too tired to wake up from these dreams, and slept until dawn. When I woke up in the morning, it was a beautiful day. I stretched and looked around; Xiaoying was already gone. I got up and went to the living room, where I found Xiaoying wearing an apron, preparing breakfast.
"Awake? Honey, did you sleep well last night?" Xiaoying asked gently. At this moment, I noticed that my father was still in the bedroom, seemingly not having come out at all.
"I slept very well; I haven't slept this comfortably in a long time," I said, stretching and yawning.
"Are you feeling unwell? You snored all night, so I didn't get a good night's sleep either," Xiaoying pouted coquettishly. At that moment, I noticed Xiaoying looked haggard; she really hadn't slept well last night, though I didn't know why.
Seeing that my father wasn't in the living room, I knew he hadn't quite recovered from his guilt and sadness. I went to his bedroom and opened the door. I found him leaning against the headboard, lost in thought. His eyes were red; he hadn't slept well. When he saw me, he glanced at me and quickly looked away, seemingly unable to face me.
"Dad, are you feeling better? Should we go to the hospital today?" I asked, trying to sound concerned.
"I'm fine, much better," my father said softly, looking at the foot of the bed. His voice betrayed his exhaustion; I wondered if it was a side effect of the aphrodisiac.
"Then get up and eat. You didn't eat last night."
"Uh… okay." My father knew he had to face it sooner or later; hiding wasn't a solution. He sighed and got out of bed to wash up. The atmosphere at the dinner table was tense. My father and Xiaoying exchanged a brief, indifferent glance before quietly eating.
"Dad, Xiaoying and I are planning a trip in a couple of days. Would you like to come with us?" After much thought, I decided I should ask my father, regardless of whether I wanted to or not. Leaving him alone at home would feel wrong. Ignoring him would also be a breach of filial piety.
Both my father and Xiaoying were visibly startled by my question. My father had clearly overheard our conversation last night in the bedroom, and he knew Xiaoying wanted to spend some time alone with me. He hadn't expected me to ask him to come. A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes; he knew why I wanted to take her. Xiaoying was surprised because she hadn't expected me to go against her wishes and want to take my father. A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
My father looked at me with gratitude, then looked down at Xiaoying out of the corner of his eye, his gaze subtle, but I knew he was also waiting for her answer. Normally, Xiaoying would say, "Yes, Dad, let's go together." But at this moment, Xiaoying lowered her head to eat, refusing to look at me or my father. Her attitude was clear enough to tell everyone what she meant.
"You two go ahead. I'm too old to handle all this. I'll just stay home quietly. I was thinking of going to see Hao Hao; I haven't seen him in so long, I miss him terribly." Seeing that Xiao Ying hadn't responded, a deep disappointment and sadness flashed across my father's face. He hoped to use this trip to reconcile with Xiao Ying, even if nothing ever happened between them again, even if they were just father-in-law and daughter-in-law again, he would be content. But Xiao Ying hadn't given him that chance. I even sensed a hint of despair in my father's eyes, though I wasn't sure if I was mistaken.
After breakfast, I started my workday, trying to finish my tasks ahead of schedule so I could have time to accompany Xiao Ying on the trip. During this time, my father brought Hao Hao back, and life seemed to return to normal. However, without my father and Xiao Ying's conversation, the house felt much quieter. Aside from necessary communication, my father and Xiao Ying didn't exchange anything else. The few times they did chat, they always hid behind my back, their conversations strained, as if they were just putting on a show for me.
Hao Hao is already four years old, and Xiao Ying decided to send him to preschool for early education. I had no objections; in our area, four-year-olds are indeed at the appropriate age for preschool. After I told my father about my idea, he showed a hint of reluctance, but ultimately respected Xiao Ying and my wishes. After enrolling Hao Hao, we would drop him off at school in the morning before work, and Xiao Ying would pick him up after work in the evening—the timing was perfect. The school cafeteria provides lunch, so my father doesn't have to worry about it, which lightens his burden considerably.
I still occasionally check the home security camera footage, but when I'm not home, Xiao Ying and my father barely speak to each other. Xiao Ying remains as cold towards my father as ever, and this hasn't changed. I'm starting to get anxious; things can't go on like this forever, can they?
Lately, my father has been going out all day, which I find very strange. He doesn't know many people in Harbin, and he rarely goes out except to buy groceries. Now he's out all day. What is he doing...?
Chapter 81 Leaving Home
Although I was very puzzled by my father's daily outings, I didn't ask him, as that would expose myself. While at work, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. Did my father succumb to his sexual desires and go to prostitutes? Or... was he secretly meeting with Xiaoying elsewhere? But I dismissed these questions. My father always asks me for money; since he got older, he hasn't had any income. Where would he get the money to go to prostitutes? You know, prostitutes aren't cheap these days. Meeting with Xiaoying is also impossible, because their behavior at home these past few days shows that Xiaoying hasn't forgiven my father and hasn't given him a kind look behind his back.
I've been working hard lately. Because the company headquarters is coming for a quarterly comprehensive inspection, I've been busy rectifying the work items that will be inspected. My trip with Xiaoying has to be put on hold until after the inspection.
A week has passed in the blink of an eye. When I got home from work, dinner was ready; Xiaoying had cooked it. Perhaps because my father noticed Xiaoying doesn't like his cooking anymore, she's been cooking dinner now. She also tries to avoid talking to him while she's busy. It seems Xiaoying can't forget that night her father "broke their promise," causing her to lose her virginity. However, as time goes by, Xiaoying's "blame" for her father has lessened somewhat.
Logically speaking, Xiaoying has already given her father the maximum sexual freedom—oral sex, leg sex, caressing, etc.—but kissing and actual intercourse have always been her bottom line. Because of me, she's refused to cross that line with her father. Now, suddenly, her father broke his "promise" and forcibly took it away from her, so it's no wonder Xiaoying "blames" him. I knew Xiaoying's inner pain needed time to heal, so I hadn't planned anything further.
"Jincheng, Xiaoying, I found a job. I'll pack up and start tomorrow." My father, who was eating at the table, said this to us with his head down, leaving Xiaoying and me speechless. Looking for a job? My father, at his age, was looking for work. I finally understood what he'd been doing during the day—he'd been looking for work.
"Dad, are you kidding? Why are you looking for work at your age? With Xiaoying and my salaries, we can easily support the family. You should be enjoying your retirement at home. Why are you going out to work?" I might have guessed something, but hearing that my father was going to work despite his advancing age still pained me. Xiaoying was also stunned by his words. She seemed to understand, a hint of heartache lingering in her expression.
"I'm not joking. Besides, I'm not even 60 yet, and my health is still pretty good. Hao Hao is already in preschool, so he doesn't need me to take care of him anymore, and I've finally got some free time. You know, I've spent my whole life in the countryside. To be honest, after living in the city for the past few years, I'm really not used to it. I still prefer the life in the countryside." At this moment, my father raised his head and smiled at me. Although he was smiling, I could read the helplessness and reluctance in his expression.
"The countryside? You mean you're leaving home to live where you work? Are you going to work in the countryside? What kind of job are you looking for?" My heart was full of doubt, and my tone became a little hurried.
"Don't worry, it's not a heavy job, it's very easy. It's just watching over the wind power facilities and crops on an island in the river, like a night watchman. There's no physical labor. And the scenery on the island is beautiful. I can grow some vegetables and even raise some poultry. Working there is just like when I was in the countryside. I'd be happy to go." At this point, I finally understood what my father's job was.
Harbin is near the Songhua River, which has many islands in the middle. Now, the government is encouraging green development, so these islands have been contracted out to some people for wind power development. Large wind turbines stand on these islands, and some people even grow crops like corn on them. My father works as a night watchman on one of these islands. These islands are isolated, accessible only by special tourist boats, with fares depending on the distance.
I've been trying my best to persuade my father, but he won't budge. I know his temper; when he's stubborn, he's incredibly obstinate—in Northeastern dialect, we say "very stubborn." Xiaoying watched us try to convince each other without saying a word. Perhaps she realized why he left home. Although he "hurt" her, she knew the fault wasn't entirely his. She thought that with time, she might completely forgive him. Her coldness towards him was simply because she hadn't fully recovered. But when she heard her father's official decision to leave home, Xiaoying looked at him with great reluctance, a hint of panic in her eyes, and even her hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. Occasionally, Xiaoying would look at me with hope, and I could sense that she hoped I could persuade her father.
"Dad, you're getting old, and you're always careless. If you leave home, Jincheng and I won't be able to take good care of you." Seeing that I hadn't been able to convince her father, Xiaoying finally couldn't help but look at him and begin to persuade him. Although Xiaoying's words were brief, they were enough for her father, because this was the first time in a long time that Xiaoying had truly spoken to him with all her heart.
"Don't try to persuade me anymore. If you really care about me, you should support me. This is the life I want. I never had the time or opportunity before because of Hao Hao, but now that I finally have the time, please grant me this wish." Hearing Xiaoying's words, a hint of relief flashed in my father's eyes, but no surprise. My father's heart was fragile. Perhaps Xiaoying's actions these past few days had already broken his spirit. Her persuasion was no longer effective; otherwise, he should have been overjoyed.
Xiaoying and I ultimately couldn't persuade him. The next day, he started packing. I lovingly helped him pack his daily necessities and valuables, while Xiaoying quietly assisted him. Because Xiaoying had to pick up and take care of the children, I took my father to the island in the middle of the river where he worked. Getting there required a separate small boat, costing 50 yuan. The island was beautiful and the air was fresh. During those few days, my father went out and bought a fishing rod and other things, spending his free time fishing on the island. I have to say, I couldn't help but feel a little envious of living on this island in the middle of the river. It felt like a paradise, except that my father lived there all the time, and he had to endure the loneliness. There was a small brick house on the island, with only one room and a kitchen. Behind the room was a small shed, seemingly for storing miscellaneous items. Since the island was mainly developed for wind power generation, the small house had no shortage of electricity, and daily life was basically met. He just needed to go ashore every now and then to buy some necessities.
I was busy until evening before I returned home. The house suddenly felt much colder without my father. Lying in bed at night, I was filled with self-reproach. Had I done something wrong? It was all my fault. If it weren't for my perverse "desire" to satisfy myself, my father wouldn't have left home, dragging his aging body to live alone on a small island. After Xiaoying fell asleep at night, I would, as usual, turn on the home security camera. Without my father, the equipment seemed somewhat superfluous. Before I came home, Xiaoying would tidy up the house and cook dinner, then sit on the sofa in a daze, without even turning on the TV. Sometimes, she would sit for over an hour, motionless, lost in thought. Xiaoying's emotions were complex, a mixture of pain and reluctance. Sometimes she would stare blankly at the family photo on the living room wall—a photo of me, my father, Xiaoying, and Haohao, taken when Haohao turned one.
Sometimes, Xiaoying would even grip the sofa tightly, her hands clenching so hard the veins stood out, her face filled with self-reproach and regret. Perhaps it's only through loss that one learns to cherish. Her father's departure had a profound impact on Xiaoying. Perhaps she hadn't realized her own feelings until her father's passing. Only then did she understand that after their intimate contact, her feelings for him were no longer just familial affection, but contained an invisible bond—after all, he was the man who had completely possessed her.
In the days that followed, I would regularly bring my father necessities, trying to make his work and life as comfortable as possible. Perhaps because he was away from home and without Xiaoying and me to take care of him, my father had lost weight. Because of the lack of communication, he even began to show signs of lethargy. And perhaps because life on the island was too monotonous, he had actually picked up his pipe tobacco again, something he hadn't done for many years. Back in the countryside, he was a heavy smoker, almost always with a cigarette in his hand. But after moving to the city, especially after Hao Hao was born, he resolutely quit smoking for over 30 years for the sake of his child's health. Unexpectedly, he'd started again.
Xiaoying often subtly inquired about my father's condition. Although her questions were natural and understated, I could still sense her worry and concern for him. Every time I mentioned his physical and mental state, Xiaoying would frown slightly. When I told her that my father had started smoking again after so many years, she bit her lower lip, almost unable to control her emotions. That night, while showering, Xiaoying covered her mouth and secretly cried for a long time in the bathroom. Finally, after I fell asleep, she sneaked out of the bathroom with red and swollen eyes. All of this I unintentionally witnessed on the security camera footage.
During this time, I've been racking my brains. Every time I go to my father's, I haven't given up hope of persuading him to come home, but each time I return empty-handed. Perhaps Xiaoying feels guilty towards my father; she's never accompanied me to see him. When she misses him, Xiaoying would stare blankly at the family photo on the living room wall before I got home.
Not long after, my father's birthday arrived. Since he now lives on an island in the middle of the river, I called him to come home for his birthday, but he refused. So I decided to buy some things and go to the island to celebrate with him. This time, Xiaoying didn't avoid it and actively wanted to go with me. After all, it was my father's birthday, and Xiaoying couldn't avoid it. I bought two bottles of Moutai, planning to have a good drink with my father, celebrate his birthday, and have a good talk with him to try and persuade him to come home soon.
Xiaoying had also prepared a gift for her father, but it was wrapped in a very old-fashioned wrapping paper. I couldn't tell what was inside, and Xiaoying wouldn't tell me either, only that it was a birthday present for her father. Seeing Xiaoying being so secretive, I couldn't help but feel a little curious. What kind of gift could it be? ...
Chapter 82 The Gift
Xiaoying and I packed our things and set off. Along the way, I kept thinking about what gift Xiaoying would give my father. It was so mysterious, and would she let him open it in front of me? Although I was curious, I didn't ask. If I was too curious, I might give myself away. After
a long boat ride to the island in the middle of the river, Xiaoying and I went into my father's little house. Because I wanted to surprise my father, I hadn't called him beforehand to tell him we were coming. When Xiaoying and I entered my father's little house, he was wearing an apron and making dumplings by himself with his hands covered in flour. They were the simplest kind of dumplings with chive and egg filling. He hadn't made any other dishes. When my father saw Xiaoying and me suddenly enter the house, his hands, which were making dumplings, abruptly stopped. Seeing that Xiaoying was also there, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, mixed with a hidden joy and longing, but this emotion vanished in an instant.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I thought I was celebrating my birthday alone today, so I just planned to make some dumplings. I didn't prepare any other dishes." Seeing the Moutai liquor and dishes in my hands, my father quickly raised his flour-covered hands, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his face apologetic. He seemed quite surprised by our sudden arrival.
Looking at my father's sweaty forehead and flour-covered hands, I felt a lump in my throat for some reason. Today was my father's birthday. He had refused to come home for his birthday celebration, so he had made himself some dumplings on this deserted island, without even preparing any meat or vegetables. You could say he was just making do with a very simple and ordinary birthday celebration. My father is getting old and raised me single-handedly; he even raised Hao Hao. No matter what mistakes he's made, he's still the father who gave me life and raised me. Now, because of my schemes, I've driven him to the point where he can't go home and has suffered so much. At this moment, for the first time since the beginning, I truly feel regret. Did I really do something wrong?
I quickly turned my head and gently wiped the corners of my eyes. Xiaoying saw the tears in my eyes; she sniffled hard, and I knew she was also feeling terrible. I put down the food and wine I was holding and quickly went to wash my hands.
"Dad, come on, let's make dumplings together. Xiaoying and I are celebrating your birthday today. Haohao was picked up by my mother-in-law. Tonight, let's drink until we drop!" After washing my hands, I sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) with my father to make dumplings. I had originally planned to bring Haohao along to celebrate my father's birthday, but considering how active and energetic Haohao is, and how vast the island is, with its hidden forests and bushes full of dangers, I was worried that if we drank too much and couldn't keep an eye on him, something could easily happen. So, for safety reasons, I decided against bringing Haohao.
"You two make dumplings, but don't make too many. Jincheng and I bought a lot of vegetables today, I'll go cook them. Dad, give me your apron." Xiaoying also put down what she was holding and watched my father and me making dumplings. Since the space on the kang was limited, she couldn't help, so she went to wash and cook the vegetables. When my father heard Xiaoying speak to him, he quickly took off his apron and handed it to her. He glanced at her briefly, then looked away, showing that he still couldn't truly face her openly. Xiaoying, on the other hand, after this period of reflection and adjustment, was able to face her father with composure. The coldness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of care and heartache. I noticed Xiaoying's transformation; it was a very important change.
Finally, the meal was ready, and the three of us sat at the table. My father sat in the main seat on the kang (heated brick bed), while Xiaoying and I sat on stools on either side. Dinner was surprisingly lavish because of Xiaoying and me: spicy stir-fried clams, spicy pickled fish, and mixed vegetables. I opened a bottle of Moutai and started drinking with my father. Xiaoying toasted him at first, then didn't touch her drink. She was prepared to have someone sober to look after us if we drank too much.
"Dad, this is a gift Jincheng and I prepared for you." After a few rounds of drinks, Xiaoying suddenly took out the wrapped gift from her bag and placed it in front of her father. Her father seemed very happy about our arrival; perhaps he hadn't been this relaxed in a long time. I felt strange. Wasn't this gift something Xiaoying had prepared for her father herself? Why did she say it was something we prepared together? I became increasingly curious about what was inside.
"Didn't you prepare this gift yourself? I don't even know what's inside." I didn't give Xiaoying any "face" and directly "exposed" her in front of her father. Xiaoying pouted and gently nudged me with her elbow. Having finished my prank, I covered my mouth and chuckled. Watching Xiaoying and me playfully teasing each other, a hint of comfort and envy flashed in her eyes. Hearing my words, a knowing look appeared on her face.
"I'm already so happy that you two came to celebrate my birthday with me. Why did you prepare a gift?" My father looked a little surprised when he saw the gift. In the past, we would prepare a lavish meal and cake for my father's birthday, and today was no exception. Occasionally, we would buy him clothes or shoes. But we had never prepared any other gifts for him before, especially since this was the first time Xiaoying had prepared a gift for him alone. So my father seemed a little surprised, even a little overwhelmed.
"Open it and see if you like it," Xiaoying said to my father after glancing at me. When she looked at me, she suddenly winked at me mischievously, as if to say, "Didn't you always want to see what's inside?" Hearing Xiaoying tell my father to open it on the spot, I was filled with anticipation. What could it be?
My father gently unwrapped the paper and finally opened the box. The contents of the box were fully revealed to my father and me. There were two items. One was a brown sandalwood pipe, the kind that looked very high-end. Just by looking at it, you could tell it was expensive, at least several hundred yuan. Another item seemed a bit unusual: some medical supplies, including cotton swabs, disinfectant, and bandages. Seeing this second item, I sensed a peculiar smell, but couldn't quite place it.
My father picked up his pipe, holding it lovingly in his hands. But when he looked at the bandages and disinfectant, his face suddenly tensed, as if he'd remembered something. His expression quickly returned to normal, but I caught that fleeting moment.
"Dad, Jincheng told me you've started smoking again. Smoking is bad for your health. If you can quit, try to. I'm not giving you this pipe to encourage you to smoke. If you really want to, use this pipe. It has a filter that minimizes the harm of smoke," Xiaoying said gently to her father. Her tone was natural and ordinary, full of filial piety. However, because of their intimate encounter that night, her words carried a different flavor—a flavor only I could discern.
Seeing the pipe Xiaoying gave me, I couldn't help but admire her thoughtfulness. Everyone knows that dry tobacco is made from unprocessed, raw tobacco leaves rolled in plain white paper and then smoked directly. Therefore, dry tobacco is more harmful than packaged cigarettes. However, because it's strong, some elderly people enjoy smoking it. With Xiaoying's pipe, there's no need to roll cigarettes in white paper; without the burning of paper, some of the harm is eliminated. The pipe's filter also filters nicotine, minimizing the harm to my father's health.
"Besides," Xiaoying continued, "these basic medical supplies are essential. If he gets any minor injuries on the island, we can treat them directly. After all, there's no hospital on the island, and these things are indispensable." At that moment, I finally remembered the significance of these items. Weren't these the things Xiaoying used to treat my father's bite marks that day? After Xiaoying treated the wound, she spoke coldly. The heartbroken father didn't realize the concern hidden beneath her seemingly indifferent facade. With these reminders, perhaps he could reconsider the situation and discover that Xiaoying's actions weren't just about erasing the marks, but also about her deepest, most hidden care and concern for him. Seeing his shock and the pipe, I think he truly understands Xiaoying's meaning now.
Hearing her explanation, a hint of relief, even a sense of liberation, flashed in his eyes. Clearly, Xiaoying's pipe and medical supplies carried profound care and understanding. Tears welled up in his eyes; he quickly wiped them away and sniffled. He lowered his head to compose himself, then looked up at me. Seeing my natural expression, he seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Xiaoying and Jincheng. I really like these gifts. I'm so touched that you came to celebrate my birthday with me and gave me these gifts. I appreciate your kindness. Today's gifts are very special and precious," my father said affectionately, looking at Xiaoying and me. Had my father already understood Xiaoying's meaning? He didn't thank Xiaoying alone, but thanked both of us. He pretended that the gifts were prepared by the two of us together, cleverly covering up Xiaoying's words. I must say, experience counts; my father's actions were meticulous, leaving no room for doubt. He believed that only he and Xiaoying knew the meaning behind these two gifts, never expecting that I would truly understand.
My father rewrapped the gifts and placed them on the kang (heated brick bed). Receiving Xiaoying's "special" gifts, my father seemed very happy and began toasting with me. Before we knew it, we had drunk more than half of the two bottles of Moutai. Finally, under Xiaoying's strong insistence, my father and I had to stop drinking. My father and I were both quite drunk. Actually, I was still fairly sober, and my father was probably sober too, at least his speech was still quite coherent, though we were both a little unsteady on our feet. Xiaoying helped my father and me to the kang (a heated brick bed), and then she started cleaning up the mess by herself.
Fueled by the alcohol, I really wanted to just fall asleep, but I also had a tinge of anticipation. After their suggestive exchanges during the day, would they spark something again tonight while I was "unconscious"? With this expectation, I tried to control my consciousness, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep, while simultaneously keeping my brain working at high speed to maintain a final bit of clarity. I paid attention to everything around me, and as time passed, my anticipation grew increasingly urgent…
Chapter 83 Desolation
I tried to control my thoughts and keep my breathing even and steady, pretending to be fast asleep. But after a long time, all I heard were the clattering of dishes and the sound of sweeping in the kitchen; nothing else seemed amiss. I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Because my hearing was focused on the kitchen, I hadn't paid attention to my father beside me. Once I realized Xiaoying in the kitchen was alright, I focused my attention on my father. I noticed something was wrong with him; his breathing was uneven, sometimes rapid, sometimes even, and occasionally he would let out a soft sigh. It was clear that my father wasn't asleep at all, and his mind was extremely unsettled. After tonight, he had received many "secret messages" from Xiaoying.
Because I had drunk a lot of alcohol, waves of drowsiness were washing over me. Having experienced this before, I tried to wait, but I couldn't resist the sleepiness and drifted off halfway through, missing many of the exciting moments between my father and Xiaoying. This time, I had to resist. My hand naturally rested on my thigh. Whenever I couldn't resist the drowsiness, I would secretly pinch my inner thigh with my fingernails. As everyone knows, the inner thigh is very sensitive; even a light pinch can be very painful, so that pain can keep me awake for a long time. I don't know how much time had
passed, but just when I had pinched my inner thigh several times and it was burning with pain, my father finally got up. He carefully got out of bed, and I heard the sound of him putting on his shoes. Because my father and I were drunk, Xiaoying, being a woman, couldn't undress both of us, so we lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) fully clothed. Due to the limited space in the bedroom, only my father and I were on the kang, and Xiaoying planned to spend the night alone on a folding recliner in the kitchen. My
father probably got up to use the toilet, I couldn't help but think, but I couldn't help but feel a little hopeful. There were no indoor toilets on the island, only a simple rural toilet built by the river. My father's footsteps began to walk towards the kitchen, because the main entrance to the house was in the kitchen, and outside was the outdoors. My father's footsteps were slow. I closed my eyes and listened carefully to them. When he reached the kitchen, his footsteps suddenly stopped. Xiaoying must have been lying on the recliner at that moment, and my father must have seen her.
Time seemed to stand still. Just when I thought something was about to happen, my father's footsteps resumed, gradually moving towards the outside and disappearing. It turned out he really had gone outside to relieve himself. Hearing this, I felt a little disappointed, but also slightly relieved. But before I could fully relax, a crisp "creak" came from the kitchen. My heart tightened at that sound, because it came from the recliner.
I quickly calmed myself, maintaining even breathing, trying to compose myself. After the sound, I heard the sound of high heels on the floor. That sound was Xiaoying's; she must have gotten up from the recliner and was putting on her shoes, which explained the sudden creak. What was Xiaoying about to do?
My father hadn't returned from relieving himself when Xiaoying's footsteps suddenly approached the bedroom. Her footsteps were very light, and finally, they stopped beside me. My heart leaped into my throat, and I was filled with confusion. What was Xiaoying going to do? A moment later, I smelled a faint fragrance, a unique scent unique to Xiaoying, and it seemed a few strands of hair brushed against my face, very lightly. Was Xiaoying checking if I was asleep? Xiaoying gently nudged my head, and I tried my best to pretend to be asleep. Sensing that I was truly asleep, Xiaoying let out a soft sigh. Then, she walked very quietly outside, her footsteps slowly fading into the night.
Had Xiaoying gone to see my father? Were they planning a "wild encounter" on the island? Had their second spring arrived so quickly? I couldn't imagine. I didn't want to miss a single exciting moment. After all, there were no video surveillance devices on the island; if something happened between Xiaoying and my father, I would have no way of knowing afterward.
Time was of the essence, and driven by curiosity, I took a risk, quietly putting on my shoes. My steps were light, like a cat's, but quick, as I controlled my pace towards the toilet. The island was covered in dense grass and towering trees, making it easy to find a hiding place. I saw Xiaoying ahead, and like a thief, I followed behind her. Being drunk, my steps were unsteady, and I had to concentrate heavily to control them.
The toilet was about 50 meters from the house, a bit far, but since it was located by the water, the river could wash away the waste, and being further from the house would prevent the smell from being blown into the house by the wind. The path leading to the toilet was winding; the house was on higher ground, while the toilet was on lower ground, so the two were connected by a meandering path. This made it easier for me to hide without being discovered.
Soon, my father came into view; he had finished using the toilet and was returning. Xiaoying stood in the middle of the path waiting for him. When Father saw Xiaoying standing in the middle of the road, he stopped abruptly, staring at her blankly, seemingly flustered, wondering what she was doing there. Xiaoying, dressed in white, looked like Sadako descended to earth; anyone suddenly seeing her at night would be startled. I hid not far from Father and Xiaoying, concealed in the bushes. A gentle breeze blew in my face, carrying their voices clearly to my ears.
"Pfft," a soft laugh came. It turned out that Father had been startled by Xiaoying's sudden appearance, and seeing his stunned expression, Xiaoying couldn't help but burst out laughing. After recognizing Xiaoying, Father smiled awkwardly and slowly walked towards her.
"Aren't you afraid to come out alone so late at night? Why didn't you wake Jincheng to come with you?" Reaching Xiaoying's side, Father seemed unable to find a topic of conversation. He assumed Xiaoying was also there to use the restroom, so he offered a concerned greeting.
"He's sleeping like a log. I came to find you." Xiaoying stopped laughing and spoke softly to her father. Her words were gentle, unlike her usual coldness. Hearing that Xiaoying had come to find him, her father was startled. I peeked out from the grass, and by the moonlight reflected from the river, I could vaguely see my father's expression.
"Dad, come home." Because Xiaoying's back was to me, I couldn't see her expression clearly, but when my father heard her words, his face lit up with joy. However, he still didn't speak, seemingly waiting for Xiaoying to continue.
"You're getting old. Living on this island in the middle of the river isn't a long-term solution. As for us... that thing has already happened, and I don't want to bring it up again. As long as you go back, I won't hold those things against you anymore. Let's pretend that it never happened. After all, the responsibility for what happened wasn't entirely yours. If I hadn't been so... that wouldn't have happened. I will continue to take care of you with Jincheng, just like before, and we will care for you in your old age and see you off in your final days. You will still be my father-in-law, and I will still be your daughter-in-law." Xiaoying looked at her father without speaking and began to softly express her inner thoughts.
"I hope everything that happened between us can be considered a dream. From the very beginning, we both made mistakes. I've always felt uneasy, but what's done is done, and there's no going back. However, I hope that no one else ever knows about us, that we can just pretend it never happened. Let's go back to how our family was before. Come back, Dad." Hearing this, I understood Xiaoying's meaning. Xiaoying is, after all, a kind-hearted woman, and she has always been very filial to her father. Even after adjusting to her situation and seeing her father's life on the island, she couldn't resist her compassion. She wanted her father to come home and enjoy his later years, but this also indirectly meant avoiding him. She would be with me in caring for our father, but from now on, she would never have any intimate contact with him again. It was all a dream, an illusion. Xiaoying had forgiven her father, but she didn't want anything to happen between them again, completely severing their illicit relationship.
Hearing Xiaoying's words, a flicker of pain crossed the father's face, like a man suddenly abandoned by the woman he loved. I imagine he felt a sense of relief, but mostly heartbreak. After all, Xiaoying's meaning was clear: their past intimacy was over and would never happen again; they would return to a normal father-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship. But a hint of relief also appeared on the father's face. Wasn't this the best ending, or perhaps the inevitable one? It was already destined the moment he put Xiaoying's name tag on the wall.
"It's better if I don't go back. I haven't explained what happened that time to you, but I really couldn't control myself that night. I really don't know why. I've been blaming myself. I'm so happy that you persuaded me to go back. I admit that part of the reason I came to Jiangxin Island was to escape, but more so for our family. Being alone on this island allows me to forget my troubles. Life here is carefree, and I'm content. When I'm not at home, as long as I don't see you, I forget many things and worries. If I go back home, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything else. After all, every time I see you, I can't help but grow..." After hearing Xiaoying's words, the father thought for a while, and then simply and subtly stated his decision. Not seeing Xiaoying would reduce his longing for her and allow him to better control his heart. Out of sight, out of mind. It was a rejection, but wasn't it also a confession?
"Dad, I know how you feel. I can only say that in this life, I can only be your daughter-in-law. I love Jincheng, and no one can shake his place in my heart. If there is an afterlife..." Xiaoying's voice trembled with tears upon hearing her father's words. How could she not understand her father's subtle confession? However, Xiaoying couldn't accept her father's confession. Her heart must have been aching, but she could only cruelly reject him to prevent them from continuing down the wrong path, even though it felt like closing the barn door after the horse had bolted.
"Dad, you're welcome to come home whenever you want. Jincheng might wake up at any time, so let's go back quickly." After saying this, Xiaoying turned around abruptly. She seemed unwilling to communicate with her father any further, as she was also losing control of her emotions. I could clearly see her secretly wiping away her tears. She lowered her head and slowly took her steps. Her father watched her back from behind, his eyes filled with lingering emotions.
Seeing that my father and Xiaoying were preparing to return to the house, I quickly slipped back inside before them, using the cover of darkness and the bushes. I took off my shoes, lay quietly on the kang (a heated brick bed), and remained motionless in the same position. I was touched by Xiaoying's rejection of my father, because I had always been number one in her heart, but I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Was this the end of it all?
Xiaoying's high heels were first heard entering the kitchen, followed by the sound of a recliner. Soon after, my father returned to the bedroom and lay down on the kang. Both of them seemed emotionally unstable. My father seemed to be in great pain. Although he had already guessed the outcome, he still couldn't suppress his inner pain when Xiaoying told him the truth. Xiaoying cruelly rejected my father, but she was also extremely reluctant. After all, the "sexual love" he gave her was something I couldn't provide, and that wonderful "sexual bliss" lingered in her memory. Through their past interactions, my father had successfully entered her heart, even if only occupying a small part of it. But in the end, she made a choice between my father and me, and her choice was clear and resolute. Only Xiaoying herself knew the reluctance in her heart.
Everything fell silent, except for occasional sobs from my father beside me and Xiaoying in the kitchen. Their sobs slowly echoed in the desolate night…
Chapter 084 Disappointment
Gradually, the sobs faded into the enchanting night, and everything fell silent, except for the surging river outside lapping against the shore and the cicadas chirping in the grass outside the window. I touched my burning thigh, which I had pinched myself. I was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Unable to resist the onslaught of sleep, I pretended to turn over and slightly opened my eyes, cautiously glancing at the floor. I saw where my father's shoes were, and after trying my best to memorize their location, I fell into a deep sleep.
At 5 a.m., I was awakened by my alarm clock. I opened my eyes and quickly got up. Although I was still groggy when I woke up, I hadn't forgotten what I'd done. I casually glanced at my father's shoes and saw that they were still in the same spot they'd been placed last night. I breathed a sigh of relief. My biggest fear was that while I was asleep, my father and Xiaoying would change their minds and do something behind my back, and that I'd miss something because I was asleep. Thankfully, judging from the shoes' placement, my father hadn't gone out after I fell asleep last night.
My father and Xiaoying were also awakened by the alarm clock. Their eyes were bloodshot; they must not have slept well last night, both struggling and conflicted. Because Xiaoying and I had to go to work during the day, we had to get up early. After getting up, my father and Xiaoying seemed rather quiet. Perhaps their conversation last night had created new unresolved issues between them.
After a quick wash in my father's simple kitchen, Xiaoying and I set off on our journey home. My father watched us leave with deep reluctance, his eyes filled with sorrow. This reluctance wasn't directed at me, but at Xiaoying. After all, who knew when we'd see each other again? Xiaoying didn't visit my father often; this was her first time, thanks to his birthday.
I'd called the boat owner beforehand, and his small boat was already waiting by the island. Back on shore, Xiaoying and I had a simple breakfast before heading off to work. Perhaps because of the alcohol I'd drunk the night before, I felt listless during the day. The Moutai was strong, but thankfully it didn't give me a headache; it was just because I hadn't slept well.
When I got home that evening, Xiaoying had already prepared dinner and was waiting for me. I could tell that her conversation with my father the night before had affected her; she seemed a bit down. Although she tried to hide it, knowing the situation, I could still see the affectation in her expressions. Sometimes, I couldn't tell what she was thinking; she only seemed to respond when I repeated myself. It was obvious she was distracted.
Lying in bed that night, I realized it had been a long time since Xiaoying and I had made love. I held her close, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. Without the passion Xiaoying had shared with her father, my motivation to masturbate had vanished. Imagining the things that had happened between Xiaoying and her father, my penis involuntarily hardened.
"Wife, are you asleep?" I began to gently stroke her waist.
"Not yet, what's wrong?" Xiaoying hadn't fallen asleep, perhaps thinking about something. When I suddenly interrupted her, her body trembled slightly, but she felt it from my caressing hands.
"Are you feeling better? I want it." I continued to tease Xiaoying, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
"I'm all better now, but honey, can we wait a little longer? I don't want to tonight," Xiaoying said softly after a moment's hesitation, giving me a gentle kiss as if to comfort me.
Looking into her eyes, I noticed that after my teasing, there was no desire in them; instead, they were flat, the light reflecting in them like stagnant water. Did Xiaoying have no desire for me at all? Usually, she would excitedly ask me if I felt better, why I could get hard, and would eagerly reciprocate my advances. But this time, Xiaoying politely refused, not even asking how I felt.
Thinking about this, I felt a pang of sadness, a suppressed anger rising within me. I tried to control my unease, silently turning my back to Xiaoying. Perhaps Xiaoying was facing a difficult decision regarding her attitude towards her father these past few days, and her mental state wasn't good; she needed time to process it, hence the lack of desire for sex. Or perhaps, after her sexual encounter with her father, she had lost all sexual desire and novelty towards me. I hoped the first possibility was true.
Perhaps sensing my unhappiness, Xiaoying hugged me from behind, gently embracing me. I remained silent. Although I had prepared myself mentally, I still couldn't help but show unexpected emotions in situations I couldn't foresee. I tried to calm myself down, knowing that this would only do harm.
"Honey, don't be angry, okay? I was just teasing you. I'll satisfy you, okay?" After a moment of stillness, Xiaoying whispered in my ear, straightening my body so I lay on my back on the bed. I knew Xiaoying hadn't really felt any desire; she was just saying that to avoid upsetting me.
Xiaoying's hands slowly began to caress my body from top to bottom, teasing my nipples before moving over my abdomen and slowly slipping into my pajama bottoms, grasping my penis. Because of Xiaoying's earlier rejection, my desire had completely vanished, and my penis was limp. Xiaoying took off my pajama bottoms, and I waited motionless for her to serve me. After Xiaoying took off my pajama bottoms, she started masturbating me. However, without stimulation, my penis remained limp. Although Xiaoying worked hard to masturbate me, she was still feeling restless and had no interest in it.
"Honey, are you feeling better? Why can't I get hard after all this stimulation? You just said you wanted to make love to me. Are you just teasing me?" Xiaoying's face showed a hint of disappointment, but she hid it well. She playfully tapped my forehead with her finger.
"I'm not teasing you. I was hard just now, but I don't know why I can't get hard now." I controlled my emotions, trying not to overthink, and spoke calmly with steady breathing. I thought this situation wouldn't happen once Xiaoying calmed down. I was too impatient and should have given her time to recover. The shortcut to a woman's heart is her vagina—that's absolutely true. After so many intimate encounters with my father, it would be self-deception for Xiaoying to say she had no feelings for him. Last night, she resolutely rejected her father. Although his position in her heart was far less than that of her husband, it still stirred up waves within her.
"I recently consulted online doctors, and they said there's a good way to treat this disease: couples seeking stimulation together. I wasn't willing to do this before, but for my husband's health, I'll try it once. Don't laugh at me!" After thinking for a while, Xiaoying suddenly gritted her teeth, as if making an important decision, and said to me with a blushing face.
"Oh..." As I was pondering what Xiaoying meant, my penis was suddenly enveloped in warmth. A playful little snake kept wriggling on my glans, the intense stimulation making me groan. I looked down and saw Xiaoying taking my glans into her mouth, gently performing oral sex. This was the second time I had enjoyed Xiaoying's oral sex; the first time was when I was drunk and pretending to be asleep, and the alcohol had numbed the sensation, diminishing the pleasure. This time, the feeling was truly real.
"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle." With the sounds of Xiaoying giving me oral sex, the pleasure in my penis surged. It was safe to say that Xiaoying's oral sex skills were no longer rudimentary; she had honed them with her father. Thinking about this, I didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow. I abandoned my thoughts and focused on enjoying Xiaoying's oral sex, looking down at her without moving.
Soon, stimulated by Xiaoying, my penis began to erect, eventually reaching its maximum size. When Xiaoying gave my father oral sex, she could only take in the glans, not even reaching halfway down the shaft, because his penis was thick and long. But my erect penis was only 12 centimeters, a full 10 centimeters shorter than my father's, and the shaft was also very thin. Xiaoying could easily take my entire penis into her mouth; she could easily touch my pubic hair with her lips, allowing me to be fully inside her mouth. My short penis bounced back and forth in Xiaoying's mouth, the space inside seemingly more than enough. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little inferior. Why is there such a big difference between my penis and my father's, even though we're father and son?
"Hmm..." Perhaps it's because Xiaoying hasn't had sex with her father in a long time. After giving me oral sex for a while, she may have temporarily forgotten the unpleasantness of today and began to involuntarily become aroused, letting out a soft moan. Xiaoying slowly began to take off her pajamas and underwear, revealing her fair and delicate body. She stroked my abdomen with one hand, increasing the pressure of her oral sex, and with her other hand, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her body. My hand began to roam over Xiaoying's naked body, slowly touching her vulva. Xiaoying's vulva was already wet, flowing with thick love juice.
With my caresses, more and more love juice flowed from Xiaoying's vulva. Her lower body freed itself from my hand, and her body began to move slowly. Perhaps at this moment, she began to prepare herself, turning her body as if adjusting her position. At any moment, Xiaoying might stop giving me oral sex and sit on my body, actively inserting my penis into her vulva.
Xiaoying had just recovered and couldn't handle the special stimulation she gave me. Coupled with her endlessly alluring and sexy body, I couldn't control myself. My lust reached its peak, and my semen erupted, all of it shooting into Xiaoying's mouth.
"Ah..." I arched my back in pleasure, letting out a groan a man should have. Unfortunately, my ejaculation was small; after three streams, the passion subsided. I slumped back down, exhausted, lying on the bed. It had been so long since I'd felt this stimulated. Xiaoying, with my semen still in her mouth, quickly got out of bed, ran naked to the bathroom, spat it out, and started rinsing her mouth. Why didn't Xiaoying swallow my semen? She'd even swallowed her father's semen before. Sometimes, when my childish temper flared up, I found it ridiculous.
Time passed quickly, and Xiaoying returned soon after. I lay lazily on the bed. After Xiaoying returned to bed, she continued to stimulate my penis, both stroking and sucking, but I had already ejaculated, and my penis remained limp. No matter how Xiaoying stimulated it, it wouldn't become erect again. Finally, Xiaoying seemed a little anxious. I squinted at her as she tried to stimulate my penis. In the end, after trying everything, Xiaoying found that my penis still wouldn't become erect, even though I was secretly trying.
A deep disappointment flashed across Xiaoying's face, but I clearly caught it in the dim light of the night. Xiaoying seemed surprised that I ejaculated so quickly. She hadn't even had a chance to insert my penis into her body; she had finally reached arousal, but I had already ejaculated and become limp. Her desire hadn't been satisfied, and Xiaoying's disappointment was understandable.
Finally, Xiaoying went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth again. Lying in bed, I listened intently, and I clearly heard a deep sigh coming from the bathroom…
Chapter 85 The Trip
Hearing Xiaoying's sigh, I could feel her disappointment and helplessness, but I had indeed tried my best. Although my erectile dysfunction was cured, I developed premature ejaculation. It was truly one problem after another. Was everything just fate?
After rinsing her mouth in the bathroom, Xiaoying returned to bed and lay quietly beside me. The disappointment on her face had disappeared by now; it was clear she had calmed herself down in the bathroom, not wanting to show any negativity in front of me.
"Xiaoying, am I really useless?" Thinking about my "incompetence" just now, I couldn't help but sigh, wanting to hear Xiaoying's opinion.
"No, my husband is much better than before, he's already amazing. I believe that if he continues to recuperate, it's only a matter of time before he fully recovers. Don't be discouraged, darling, I'm very content." Xiaoying nestled in my arms, murmuring these words. I knew she was comforting me, and although I knew she wasn't truly sincere, I was deeply moved. Xiaoying is always so considerate and thoughtful towards me.
The flush on Xiaoying's face slowly faded, and I believe the arousal she had just felt subsided. Gradually, I heard even breathing beside me. Perhaps because she didn't sleep well at her father's place last night, Xiaoying slept quickly and seemed to be sleeping soundly tonight. However, she occasionally furrowed her brow slightly in her sleep, as if she was struggling with something in her dreams. Looking at her baby-like sleeping posture, I gently kissed Xiaoying's forehead.
In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by the slight shaking of the bed. Still half asleep, I only squinted my eyes. I saw Xiaoying tiptoeing out of bed, seemingly very careful. But because the springs of my Simmons mattress are very sensitive, and I'm a light sleeper, she still woke me up. What was Xiaoying going to do? Why was she being so careful? Was she going to make a phone call or go out? I waited for the answer.
After getting out of bed, Xiaoying quietly went into the bathroom. So she was going to use the toilet. And she was being so careful even going to the toilet, because she didn't want to disturb my peaceful sleep. Thinking of this, I felt a warmth in my heart. But before that warmth could spread throughout my body, I was startled awake by a soft moan.
"Mmm..." A sweet moan came from the bathroom. Hearing the sound, my heart tightened. What was going on? Was Xiaoying having sex? Or masturbating? It's impossible for a man to sneak into my house in the middle of the night while I'm asleep. I tiptoed out of bed and pressed my ear to the door. Through the door, I could clearly hear Xiaoying's moans, and what sounded like "sizzling" water. It was only Xiaoying's voice. I breathed a sigh of relief. So Xiaoying was masturbating alone in the bathroom. It seemed her sex drive was getting stronger; the desire I had aroused before she went to sleep hadn't subsided, leaving her feeling unsatisfied and forced to secretly masturbate in the middle of the night. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and incompetent.
The next day at work, during a break, I carefully considered everything that had happened. Because of Xiaoying's refusal and her father's absence, my plan had stalled. I didn't know what to do next. Should I confess to Xiaoying and her father that everything was my doing? No, because I couldn't predict the consequences if they found out, and besides, would they even believe me? That was extremely risky.
Meanwhile, thinking about my impotent performance during sex with Xiaoying last night, I felt a vague sense of resentment compared to my father. My penis isn't as thick as his, that's unavoidable, it's genetic, and I can't change it. But am I also inferior to him in stamina and hardness? Upon careful reflection, it seems I truly can't compare to him in any aspect of sex. Penis thickness, ejaculation volume, stamina, hardness—I'm defeated in every way. Just then, I remembered the first night Xiaoying and my father had sex; he took the aphrodisiac I secretly gave him. His vigor that night was inseparable from that drug. Why not prepare some aphrodisiacs for myself? To regain my dignity and virility in front of Xiaoying?
With these thoughts in mind, I secretly contacted the seller online during a break at work. After some time, he had restocked. I told him about my situation. Because so many people bought his aphrodisiacs, he no longer remembered who I was, and I didn't mention anything about the past to avoid arousing suspicion, although the probability of that was very low.
However, when I mentioned my serious physical ailment, he suddenly advised me against buying his medication. He claimed that his aphrodisiac would severely stimulate the sexual organs, allowing one to reach peak sexual function. While this might be manageable for a healthy person, my sexual organs—kidneys and prostate—already had serious underlying conditions. The added stimulation from the aphrodisiac, while potentially allowing me to reach peak sexual function in the short term, could have serious consequences. It might worsen my condition, even causing lifelong impotence or infertility, and could even lead to premature benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH), a disease common in men.
I questioned his claims. Was this really true? I voiced my doubts, and he seemed impatient. Finally, he said he was just doing business to make money. If I insisted on taking it, he could sell it to me, but he wouldn't be responsible for any consequences. His business was shady, and if a dispute arose and I called the police, the risk to his business would increase significantly. Therefore, to avoid any trouble, he explained the pros and cons to me.
Thinking about this, I secretly called my original doctor from the bathroom. I questioned him in detail, and the attending physician's answer was almost identical to that man's: sex drugs are like narcotics; long-term use will produce side effects, although the side effects are far less severe than those of narcotics. Moreover, using sex drugs to satisfy a couple's needs isn't a long-term solution. Hearing the attending physician say this, I had to give up the idea of buying sex drugs for myself. I couldn't sacrifice my lifelong "sexual happiness" for momentary pleasure.
I was in a daze all day. I'm an optimistic person, and when something bothering me is unavoidable, I try to think positively. Although my illness still exists, with slow recovery, things will get better eventually. Besides, because of my current physical condition, Xiaoying's sex life isn't satisfied, so wouldn't that be a better way to promote Xiaoying and her father's plans? When Xiaoying reaches the point of unsatisfaction, I can give it a little push, and everything will become possible. Having figured this out, I felt much better.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and my quarterly work plan was successfully completed, much to the general manager's delight. Taking this opportunity, I asked the general manager for a quarterly leave, and he readily agreed, granting me 10 days. Back home, I told Xiaoying, who was also very excited. Women are naturally playful, especially when it comes to traveling. Since Xiaoying last mentioned wanting to travel, we'd been waiting for my opportunity to rest, and now it had finally arrived.
Xiaoying and I planned our trip; our main destination was Guilin, because both of us love Guilin's scenery. We'd only ever seen it on TV before, and this time we'd be able to experience it firsthand, which made us both very excited. We bought our plane tickets and packed our bags. The night before departure, Xiaoying and I went to see my father one last time to tell him about our trip. Hearing that we were going on a trip, my father's face showed a hint of envy. He told us to be careful on our journey, to return early, but the smile on his face occasionally seemed a little stiff. Knowing the details beforehand, I clearly understood the deep sadness in my father's eyes. Moreover, since his last birthday, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the wrinkles on his face and hands seemed to have increased. It seemed that my father had aged a lot since that night.
After giving my father some instructions, we left the island in the middle of the river where he lived. He had a key to our house, so he could return anytime if anything happened. During our trip, my mother-in-law helped look after Hao Hao and take him to and from school. After settling everything, Xiaoying and I boarded a plane and headed straight for our destination.
Having finally gotten away from home, Xiaoying, who had been quite downcast, seemed much more cheerful. On the plane, she kept discussing with me where to go, what to eat, what to do, and where to stay. She flipped through magazines and searched online; I must say, Xiaoying was very organized and efficient. She had planned everything on the plane before we even arrived.
After arriving in Guilin and booking a hotel, I was exhausted and lay down on the bed to take a nap. But Xiaoying quickly dragged me out of bed, insisting on taking me to see the night view. Reluctantly, I accompanied her, even though I was tired. We shopped and ate snacks. Xiaoying was like a child again, running around and having a great time. Seeing Xiaoying laughing and playing happily like a little elf, I felt comforted.
This trip was meant to help Xiaoying ease her inner turmoil. Ever since her affair with her father, Xiaoying had been restless. This trip was meant to provide some relief, though how much relief she would ultimately experience was unknown.
Back at the hotel, it was already past 11 PM. After showering, I lay down on the bed, ready to fall asleep—I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, and the sound of running water from the bathroom reached my ears; Xiaoying was taking a shower. I had originally planned to be intimate with Xiaoying on the first night of the trip, but the exhaustion was too much, and I drifted off to sleep.
Just as I was drifting off, I suddenly felt an itch in my nose, as if something was brushing against it. My consciousness began to awaken, though my eyes remained closed. As my consciousness returned, I heard music playing in our bedroom—a soft, ambiguous melody. I slowly opened my eyes. The hotel bedroom was bathed in a mesmerizing pink light. The hotel's chandeliers could adjust brightness and color based on the number of times they were switched on, so the sudden pink light in the bedroom didn't surprise me at all. Focusing my gaze on the empty space in front of the bed, I only glanced at it once, and my eyes widened instantly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Seeing the scene before me, my eyes were glued to it…
Chapter 086
The scene before me was one I would never forget. In the room filled with the ambiguous pink light, Xiaoying looked radiant, wearing a pink, see-through lingerie dress that exuded a strange allure. Her arms and thighs were exposed. Her fair skin, deep cleavage, and perfect lines all tugged at my heartstrings. A white ribbon was tied around her slender waist, so thin it seemed it might break at any moment, further emphasizing the fullness of her breasts. Xiaoying's short skirt was so scantily clad that I could vaguely see pink buds and sparse black pubic hair beneath it as she turned.
This extremely seductive outfit, worn by the equally alluring Xiaoying, was sure to captivate countless men. Xiaoying's hair was naturally flowing, her face veiled in a pink, sheer veil, her lips as red as cinnabar, her eyes full of provocation. Every smile and gesture was brimming with seduction and allure. Although Xiaoying was dressed extremely revealingly and sexily, she exuded a beauty that wasn't vulgar, but rather alluring and enchanting—that was Xiaoying's charm.
When did Xiaoying buy this sexy outfit? Why didn't I know? At that moment, I remembered the mysterious package Xiaoying received online before we left. When I asked her what she bought, she mysteriously wouldn't tell me. I assumed she'd bought some stockings or clothes and didn't think much of it. It seems the package she bought that day was this sexy short skirt. Was this a gift from her? My mind was blank; I only wanted to admire the beautiful scene before me. Xiaoying was giving me a visual feast unlike anything I'd ever seen before.
With a captivating gaze, Xiaoying began to dance gracefully, her every smile and gesture captivating. Xiaoying's dancing skills were professional. Although I'd seen her dance many times, today, seeing her in a sexy miniskirt and a veil, even made me, her husband of many years, feel breathless and sweaty. My breathing became increasingly rapid with each dance.
Slowly, the beginning of the dance ended, and the music seemed to reach its climax. Xiaoying's cherry-red lips parted, and a clear, flowing voice sang from her lips. Xiaoying danced well, and her singing voice was equally impressive—a seductive voice paired with an ethereal melody, and her fairy-like, swaying dance steps, all exuding ultimate allure. As her lithe body swayed, the curves of her hips and breasts were faintly visible beneath her pink mini-dress. Those glimpses of white skin, combined with her incredibly alluring figure, made me completely forget everything around me. I could only sit there dumbfounded, my gaze unable to leave Xiaoying.
As my vision was assaulted, my hearing also began to experience an exquisite enjoyment. The melodious lyrics flowed from Xiaoying's lips: "
Lonely
in my robes, I pick lotus in the wind
, alone I look back at the lonely palace walls
. The bright moon still shines on the west chamber
, as if I see your face.
You are graceful and fragrant,
your long sleeves fluttering, your robes
dancing lightly.
Day and night I long
for you, to paint your eyebrows
, to dress your hair,
but you never come.
I tenderly caress that section of the palace wall,
whose eyes are gazing upon you like water?
As if I hear you singing,
the pipa plays softly,
its lingering sound echoing . Your beauty fades
with time,
loneliness and hopelessness remain,
the deep palace is locked away
, and now only your lonely robes remain.
Today I walk past that section of the palace wall again
, a bright moon shines on my face,
as if I see your sorrowful tears
hanging on your handsome face
...
" "Rainbow Robes," this is a song called "Rainbow Robes," an ancient song that I had never heard Xiaoying sing before. Xiaoying's incredibly sexy and alluring dance moves, her clear and ethereal voice, and her gentle and delicate expression while singing a cappella, coupled with the exquisitely beautiful and melancholic lyrics, completely captivated me...
Xiaoying sang and danced simultaneously; the music was slow, and so was her dance. She was like a sprite dancing in the misty rain, an ethereal fairy untouched by worldly concerns. Every graceful movement was so harmonious and natural, her singing as fluid as flowing water, without any hesitation. This is Xiaoying's true strength. In terms of musical talent, Xiaoying is by no means inferior to ordinary singers, and her dancing surpasses even that.
Xiaoying's dance was mesmerizing; her light spins resembled fluttering snowflakes, her agile movements like a startled dragon. Her hands, hanging limply, were as delicate and powerless as willow branches, and her sexy short skirt billowed like rising clouds. Her beautiful eyebrows and alluring glances conveyed endless charm, her veil and skirt fluttering with captivating allure. It was as if Lady Shangyuan (a goddess in Taoism) had summoned the fairy E Lü Hua, and the Queen Mother of the West had waved goodbye to the fairy Xu Fei Qiong. The fast-paced dance music was rich and ornate, her voice as bright and clear as pearls striking jade. After each note, the lingering echoes were like the long cry of a crane.
Throughout her singing and dancing, Xiaoying's eyes were fixed on me, filled with ambiguity and provocation. At that moment, Xiaoying's eyes seemed to possess a magic power; I was deeply captivated by her, my body involuntarily sliding slowly towards the bed. I had only one purpose. As my feet touched the floor, I sat on the edge of the bed, still not up. Xiaoying's dance and singing reached their climax. She twirled towards me, her alluring figure drawing ever closer. When she turned back, she was already beside me. Her graceful dance, like a swallow nestling in my arms, brought her slender, delicate body into my embrace.
The instant my soft, warm body touched me, my face flushing crimson. I could clearly feel the heat on my face, and my penis was throbbing, creating a large tent in my underwear. I believed that the length and hardness of my erection at that moment were the highest I had ever experienced. The faint fragrance emanating from Xiaoying, the unique sensation of her buttocks against my already aroused penis, Xiaoying's most seductive and sensual body swaying in my arms to the music—all these caused my heart to pound twice as fast, leaving me momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Xiaoying seemed mesmerized, but her singing and dancing didn't stop. I realized then that even sitting down couldn't affect her elfin dance; however, her soft, delicate body was now pressed against mine as she danced.
The fire of desire was ignited, as if about to be unleashed in a frenzy, but how could I, so captivated and dazed, know what to do? Instinctively, my hands had already wrapped around Xiaoying's smooth, slender waist, my heart already lost in the dance and song.
The music continued, but the singing stopped, and Xiaoying stood up from my arms. Her body was still swaying, but the dance movements slowed. Her hands began to slowly lift her veil, revealing a face that would make most women in the world ashamed, a face I could never tire of looking at. Xiaoying then extended her little tongue, lightly licking her red lips, her hands continuing to caress her sexy body as she danced. Xiaoying's S-shaped body slowly swayed in the pink-lit room.
Xiaoying occasionally licked her red lips, sometimes biting her lower lip tightly. My body began to tremble, my hands gripping the sheets tightly, sweat dripping from my chin onto the floor. Xiaoying stopped dancing and walked towards me step by step, her full 34D breasts gently brushing against my face through her short skirt. The scent of her breasts assaulted my senses, and I could feel her nipples hardening and erect. She was deeply aroused.
Xiaoying slowly leaned down, her already moistened red lips gently kissing my forehead. Her warm tongue moved downwards, licking my eyes, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. My once dry lips finally became moist again under Xiaoying's caresses.
Slowly, Xiaoying gently pushed her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around, occasionally brushing against my gums, occasionally against my palate, until finally capturing my tongue. At this moment, I finally snapped out of my daze and began to gently respond to Xiaoying. Instinctively, I would have responded to Xiaoying wildly and intensely, but with the gentle, melodious music playing, I didn't want to disturb this blissful moment. It felt as if any wildness or intensity would shatter the ambiguous tranquility…
Slowly, Xiaoying pushed me down onto the bed, and we kissed tenderly and passionately—the most formal French kiss. After I lay down, Xiaoying's hands caressed my chest, then gently removed my remaining underwear. I couldn't help but gently kick my legs back and forth, pulling my underwear off myself.
Xiaoying's lips finally parted from mine, but her tongue didn't stop, continuing to kiss my neck. I suppressed the ticklish feeling, cherishing the moment Xiaoying had so painstakingly created. Finally, after Xiaoying's exploration, her tongue reached my nipple. She gently licked it, occasionally sucking and lifting it. I felt my nipple harden and stand erect, and my penis was fully erect, as if it were about to burst from the engorgement.
After kissing my lower abdomen, Xiaoying finally arrived at her destination. Instead of immediately stopping my glans, she fully utilized the dexterity of her tongue, gently teasing the urethral opening with the tip. After this series of teasing, my urethral opening had secreted a thick, sticky fluid, but Xiaoying didn't mind. She licked the fluid clean, and her tongue began to rotate along the coronal sulcus of my glans, finally moving to the shaft. Xiaoying licked my entire penis back and forth with her tongue. I dared not close my eyes; I had to keep them open, watching Xiaoying. Only then could I feel that the pleasure I was experiencing was not a dream, but real and ongoing. Throughout this process, Xiaoying's eyes remained fixed on mine, her gaze hazy and alluring, her long eyelashes fluttering with each blink…
Finally, Xiaoying licked my testicles, then my scrotum and pubic hair, leaving my penis and scrotum wet. At that moment, I experienced immense satisfaction, both physically and emotionally. Even though my father had already taken Xiaoying's body, this seductive dance, the singing, and the meticulous oral sex were experiences he had never enjoyed. Xiaoying had reserved these for me during her honeymoon, these experiences were mine alone.
Xiaoying continued to service my penis until she took it entirely into her mouth, gently sucking and stroking downwards. Deeply stimulated by Xiaoying, and subjected to this unparalleled service, I ejaculated in less than two minutes. Although I was reluctant, the physical climax was something I couldn't control.
Xiaoying seemed to have anticipated my ejaculation. At the moment of my ejaculation, her mouth didn't leave my penis, allowing me to ejaculate into her mouth. Perhaps the stimulation was unparalleled this time, as my ejaculation volume was greater than usual. I finally finished ejaculating, and Xiaoying's mouth left my penis, meticulously cleaning it before leaving.
Xiaoying looked at me with hazy eyes. Perhaps she was mentally prepared, or perhaps she was confident she could make me ejaculate quickly, so she didn't show any disappointment. She opened her red lips, sticking out her tongue, allowing me to clearly see the semen in her mouth. After I saw it, Xiaoying closed her eyes slightly. Just when I thought she was going to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, Xiaoying, to my astonishment, swallowed my semen, her face filled with ecstasy, as if my semen were incredibly delicious. I know that male semen is very fishy and not delicious at all; Xiaoying's expression was just to comfort me.
At that moment, my heart was filled with deep emotion. Xiaoying hadn't given up on me, her husband. She even bought sexy clothes to help me "cure" myself, and tried every means to please and satisfy me. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
Coupled with the lingering stimulation of the dance and song, and the impact of Xiaoying swallowing my semen, my penis surprisingly didn't soften after ejaculation; it remained erect. Seeing this, Xiaoying and I both showed surprise and delight, especially Xiaoying, whose eyes slowly filled with tears, though she remained silent.
At this moment, Xiaoying didn't give up the opportunity. She got up and slowly walked to the TV cabinet, bent over with her back to me, and supported herself on the TV cabinet with her hands, keeping her snowy buttocks in a raised position. At this moment, Xiaoying's breasts were fully presented in front of me. Since Xiaoying's sexy short skirt was transparent, I already knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
After maintaining this position, Xiaoying turned around and smiled, her eyes filled with provocation and allure. This rear-entry position was one that Xiaoying had always been unwilling to use, but I didn't expect that she
would make an exception for me today... "Husband, come and love me..." As if still immersed in the music of "Rainbow Skirt," Xiaoying actually used the term of address from the song to her husband. This sentence was more powerful than a thousand words at this moment. Could there be any more seductive words? I, with my still erect penis, slowly walked towards Xiaoying...
Chapter 087 Reluctantly
I walked towards Xiaoying step by step, my mouth dry during the process. Since I started dating Xiaoying, this was the first time I'd seen her so alluring and seductive. Although we'd had sex countless times, this was the first time I'd felt such longing and eagerness. Stimulated by all my senses, my penis remained erect.
What should have been a short distance felt like an eternity; my body trembled, and even my steps were uncoordinated. Slowly, I finally reached Xiaoying from behind. I didn't rush to penetrate her, but instead gently caressed her buttocks.
Since I got sick, I've been very aware of my body. Whether it's masturbation or sex with Xiaoying, I can't last more than five minutes, let alone under such stimulation. Although I'd already ejaculated once, and normally the second time would last longer, I still couldn't guarantee I could satisfy Xiaoying. After all, Xiaoying had already been "exploited" by her strong father; once she'd tasted the finest delicacies, would she still be satisfied with simple food?
As I stroked Xiaoying's snowy buttocks, I pondered. Although I hadn't inherited my father's good genes, I couldn't lose to him at this moment. If I failed, wouldn't I be letting down Xiaoying's efforts and the mood she had created today? At least this time, I had to satisfy Xiaoying. Having thought it through, I decided not to penetrate Xiaoying now. I felt my glans starting to secrete fluid, and my physical senses were almost at their peak. Just seeing this scene almost brought me to my climax, showing how sexy and alluring the mood Xiaoying was creating was.
Seeing that I was only stroking her snowy buttocks without penetrating her, the already aroused Xiaoying seemed a little anxious. She gently swayed her fragrant buttocks, turned her head slightly, and pouted her sexy little mouth towards me, as if saying, "Husband, why aren't you starting yet?"
I had planned everything. Under Xiaoying's questioning gaze, I squatted down and slowly brought my mouth close to Xiaoying's vulva. Since my relationship with Xiaoying began, I had never performed oral sex on her. I couldn't get over that mental hurdle; although they are sexual organs, they are also excretory organs, and I always felt they were dirty. But in today's situation, I was overcome with passion and let go of my prejudices.
"Ah...ha..." With a comfortable moan from Xiaoying, I kissed her vulva fiercely, my tongue plunging deep into her vagina, gently biting her pink labia with my teeth and lips. I had never performed oral sex on anyone before, but this first time was entirely self-taught. Where did I learn it? From videos, of course, from my father. After all, I had seen him perform oral sex on Xiaoying countless times. Xiaoying's labia had always been pink, even after many sexual encounters and childbirth, the color of her labia had never changed. After giving Xiaoying oral sex for a while, I realized that oral sex wasn't what I expected. I had thought that a woman's vagina would have a fishy or musty smell, but Xiaoying's vagina didn't have those annoying odors at all; instead, it felt very fresh. Perhaps only Xiaoying had this smell.
While giving Xiaoying oral sex, I couldn't help but think that although this was my first time giving Xiaoying oral sex, the first person to give her oral sex was my father. I wondered how many times my father had tasted Xiaoying's vagina and anus. At the same time, Xiaoying's first time giving oral sex was also to my father. Whether giving or receiving oral sex, I was left behind by my father. Thinking about this, I didn't know how I felt. Jealous? Heartbroken? Definitely. But my thoughts were interrupted by Xiaoying's increasingly loud moans.
I licked harder and harder, and Xiaoying's moans grew louder and louder. She began to slightly move her buttocks back and forth, responding to my kisses. I began to linger on Xiaoying's vulva and anus. Slowly, Xiaoying's body began to tremble slightly, perhaps getting closer to orgasm. The oral sex had lasted for about five minutes, and the stimulation from oral sex was far more intense than penile penetration.
Seeing that Xiaoying was getting closer to orgasm, I immediately stopped. The moment my mouth left Xiaoying's vulva, I instantly stood up. Using the lubrication of Xiaoying's vaginal fluid and saliva, I found the right spot and thrust into Xiaoying's vagina, though I couldn't achieve the same depth as my father.
"Oh, husband, so good..." The moment I penetrated, Xiaoying raised her head and began to moan. I immediately began to thrust, wanting to satisfy my own vanity by taking advantage of Xiaoying's rising arousal. "Slap slap slap," I imitated my father, forcefully slamming my hips against Xiaoying's buttocks, and very quickly. What made me feel ashamed was that, because my penis was short, it often slipped out of Xiaoying's vagina due to the excessive thrusting. Moreover, due to the obstruction of Xiaoying's buttocks, I couldn't fully insert my penis. Xiaoying seemed to realize this as well; she lowered her upper body even further, raising her buttocks higher to allow for deeper penetration. However, even with the deepest insertion, it seemed I couldn't achieve the same stimulation as my father's penis.
Each time my penis slipped out, I immediately caught it and tried to reinsert it. Watching myself fumble around, I felt envious and inferior once again. During that time with Xiaoying, my father's thrusting was much more vigorous, the "slap slap slap" of his penis hitting Xiaoying's buttocks was very loud, and even with such a large amplitude and force, his penis never slipped out of Xiaoying's vagina once—that's the advantage of my father's thick and long penis.
I tried my best to thrust, knowing that my thrusting amplitude, force, penis length, girth, and stamina were all inferior to my father's, but I didn't want to fail so completely. Xiaoying squinted, swaying her body back and forth, moaning. This was the loudest moan she'd ever made since we started having sex, but even this loudest moan couldn't compare to the one and only time she'd had with her father. The moans she made with her father, compared to these moans, filled me with envy and jealousy.
Having already ejaculated once, I lasted a little longer than usual, but the thrusting still didn't exceed six minutes. At the moment of ejaculation, I pressed my hips tightly against Xiaoying's buttocks, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible, while my hands gripped her full breasts tightly. At the moment of my ejaculation, Xiaoying also reached orgasm. She threw her head back, her body trembling slightly, "Ah…" Xiaoying let out a moan of orgasm, but this moan, compared to the moans her father had given her, was so gentle now. With her father, Xiaoying's moans were high-pitched…
Since I had already ejaculated once, this time the amount of semen was very small. The first spurt contained only a few drops of semen, while the second and third spurts were dry ejaculations. I could clearly feel that the second and third spurts contained almost no semen; it seemed like only air was being ejaculated, because my semen seemed to have dried up completely during the first ejaculation. Xiaoying's orgasm passed quickly. I rested on Xiaoying's back for a while, then pulled out my completely limp penis and walked unsteadily to the bedside. At this point, my legs were already slightly weak. Could it be that I, in my youth, really couldn't keep up with my elderly father? I remembered how long my father and Xiaoying had been together that night, and how quick and steady his steps were when he "escaped" back to the bedroom afterward. But my legs were already weak after just a short while. As I sat on the bed, Xiaoying straightened up and used a wet wipe she had prepared beforehand to wipe her genitals. After wiping a few times, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Honey, are you done?" Xiaoying walked steadily and leisurely to me, her face still flushed with pleasure, and asked me softly. Looking at Xiaoying's still steady gait after making love to me, I recalled how her legs went weak and she collapsed to the floor after her father's first time with her. Why was it that the same Xiaoying, having sex with her father and having sex with me, resulted in such different outcomes and scenes?
"I'm done. I've ejaculated. Why do you ask, honey?" I felt strange. Why was Xiaoying asking if I was done?
"You ejaculated? Why didn't I wipe any semen out of my vagina?" Xiaoying looked down at her genitals, continuing to wipe with a wet wipe, but after several wipes, there was only vaginal discharge, no semen. Seeing this, I understood. Because my ejaculation this time was so small, the meager amount of semen remained in the middle of Xiaoying's vagina; the amount wasn't even enough to flow out immediately. Thinking of the scene of Xiaoying's vagina squirting semen after my father ejaculated, I was deeply hurt and sighed. Xiaoying seemed to realize that her words might have unintentionally hurt me, since I hadn't fully recovered yet, and her demands might have been a bit excessive.
"Honey, don't be discouraged. You did very well just now. I haven't had an orgasm in a long time, but I did just now. That's a big improvement, so keep trying, honey. It's only a matter of time before you fully recover." Seeing my dejected look, Xiaoying quickly changed the subject and began to comfort me. Although Xiaoying had indeed had an orgasm, it was only a small one, negligible compared to the several orgasms my father had given her, because he even made her squirt with each orgasm. You see, since I took Xiaoying's virginity, I had never made her squirt. If I hadn't seen my father make her squirt, I wouldn't have known that Xiaoying could squirt.
"Honey, you really ejaculated! Look!" Lost in thought, I was interrupted by Xiaoying's excited exclamation. She held up a wet wipe, and in the center, a few pitiful drops of semen were finally visible. It turned out that after our brief encounter, as time passed, the poor semen inside Xiaoying's vagina, under the influence of gravity, slowly trickled towards her vaginal opening. After a long journey, it finally flowed out of her vagina, albeit only a few pitiful drops. Seeing Xiaoying's excitement, my earlier disappointment faded considerably. After all, Xiaoying's happiness wasn't feigned. Every improvement in my physical condition made her incredibly happy; this was her care and love for me.
Although my body wasn't as strong as my father's, the love Xiaoying gave me was something he would never experience. Thinking of this, I finally felt much better, clearing my mind from the annoyance of my "jealousy" with my father. When I came to, I found Xiaoying was gone, but the sound of water coming from the bathroom told me she was washing herself. Looking down at my completely limp penis, I knew Xiaoying no longer expected me to give her another time; after all, my performance this time was many times better than before.
That night, Xiaoying and I slept in each other's arms. Xiaoying was wearing that sexy short skirt, but without a veil. I stroked Xiaoying's 34D breasts and slowly drifted off to sleep. Exhausted from the night before, Xiaoying and I slept soundly and deeply.
In the following days, Xiaoying and I explored the mountains and rivers of Guilin, trying all the local delicacies. Although it was expensive, Xiaoying and I both felt it was worth it. After these few days of travel, Xiaoying's mood has completely improved, and she's all smiles. Thanks to Xiaoying's tireless efforts, my physical condition is getting better day by day. We've had sex every night for the past few days, and apart from the first night when she reached orgasm, I managed to get her to orgasm twice more in the following days. Although each orgasm was a struggle, it was still a significant improvement. Of course, most of our sex was unsuccessful. I don't know how much foreplay I had to do to get Xiaoying to orgasm; even my mouth ached from giving her oral sex. Although most of our sex was unsuccessful, Xiaoying seemed quite satisfied with my performance. In her words, "Take it one step at a time, no rush."
During this trip, we only called our father once, on the day we arrived in Guilin, to let him know we were safe. We didn't call him at all, which was an unspoken avoidance on our part; we just wanted our own time together. We weren't worried about our father; after all, he's an adult, and if anything happened, he would call us.
We're on our seventh day of travel, with only three days left before heading back. We're planning to make the most of our remaining time, exploring the sights and trying all the delicious food we haven't yet tasted. Xiaoying and I are determined to make the most of our last three days. But then, a sudden phone call ruined our plans, forcing us to move up our return date…
Chapter 088 Life and Death
It was early morning. Xiaoying and I had just gotten up, washed up, and were getting ready to go out for breakfast before continuing our itinerary. Just as we were about to leave, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number from my hometown, Harbin. Although puzzled, I answered:
"Are you Mr. Wang Jincheng?" A hurried, unfamiliar male voice came through the phone.
"Yes, that's me. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm from Huanya Wind Power Company. Does your father work here, as a watchman on N-013 island?" To make it easier to distinguish, the geological agency has numbered each island in the river. N-013 is the island my father works on. "N" represents the north, and "013" represents the 13th island. Hearing the other person's urgency, I had a vague sense of unease.
"Yes, my father is indeed a watchman there. What happened?" Although I had a bad feeling, I still spoke calmly. What if I was wrong?
"Is your father home?" After verifying my identity, the other person immediately asked.
"My father is home? Isn't he on the island? My wife and I are traveling in Guilin. He's not home. What happened?" Hearing such a strange question, my heart jumped. Had something happened to my father, and he run home?
"Please check if your father is home immediately. It's very important," the other person said urgently, seemingly trying to find out my father's exact location and situation.
"What exactly is it? Please explain clearly." I wasn't sure what had happened, and I couldn't do as they asked before I understood. What if my father was deliberately hiding from them?
"Here's the thing, eight days ago, our company received a notice from the meteorological bureau that there would be intermittent heavy rain, thunderstorms, and gale-force winds of level 7 in northern Harbin for about a week, starting in two days. Because some of our employees are stationed on the island in the river, we have always cooperated with the meteorological bureau. In case of severe weather, for the safety of our employees, we will notify them in advance to temporarily evacuate the island. After receiving the notice from the meteorological bureau, we notified your father that day to leave the island and go home temporarily, and to call him back to work after the severe weather. The severe weather is expected to end in the next day or two, so this morning we called your father to inform him that he is expected to return to work in two days and to prepare. But when we called just now, his phone was switched off, and we went to your house according to the address he filled in when he applied for the job, but it seems that no one is home, and no one has answered the door..." The power company employee began to explain the situation.
It turned out that before Xiaoying and I went on our trip, on the very day we went to the island to say goodbye to my father, he had already received a notice from his company to temporarily evacuate the island. In other words, he had already received the notice when we said goodbye, but he hadn't told Xiaoying and me. Perhaps he thought it was unnecessary. But thinking back to when Xiaoying and I said goodbye, his eyes held envy and disappointment, but also a hint of despair and lifelessness. At the time, I thought I was mistaken and didn't pay attention. Now, hearing the call from his company, I had a premonition. My hands began to tremble, and I could barely hold the phone.
My father's phone was off. If he wasn't at home, there was only one possibility: he was still on the island, and had endured nearly five days of torrential rain and strong winds. Thinking of the desolate, sheltered scene on the island, my heart was filled with extreme worry.
"Wait a minute, I'll call the landline at home and see if anyone answers." Considering these possibilities, I quickly tried to confirm my father's location. After hanging up with the staff member, Xiaoying asked me what was wrong, and I quickly explained the situation to her as concisely as possible. Upon learning the details, a hint of panic flashed across Xiaoying's face, but she was a composed person after all. She told me to call home, and she simultaneously called her mother to inquire about the situation. I
immediately called the landline, but after several attempts, no one answered. Every time I heard the busy tone on my cell phone, my heart felt like it was being struck by a hammer, and cold sweat broke out on my body. Had my father gone out to buy groceries? Or perhaps he was bored at home and went out for a walk? Although I knew the possibility was extremely slim, I didn't give up hope.
After the fruitless calls home, I tried calling my father's cell phone, but just as the staff member had said, his phone was indeed switched off. At this time, Xiaoying also ended her call with her mother. My father hadn't contacted my mother-in-law during this period either. Only the day before the severe weather arrived did he visit Hao Hao at her place, taking him to the amusement park for a short day and buying him enough snacks for a week before leaving. Moreover, my mother-in-law said that when my father said goodbye to Hao Hao, his eyes were filled with tears, and he seemed very reluctant and emotional. She found it strange at the time; it had only been half a month since she'd seen Hao Hao, so it shouldn't have
caused such emotional distress. Hearing these details, my panic reached its peak. The possibility I least expected, the possibility I least wanted to think about, seemed to be becoming increasingly certain. If my father had stayed on the island in the middle of the river and hadn't returned home, after five days of severe weather, and with my father not contacting us and his phone constantly switched off, I couldn't bear to imagine what would happen next. I quickly called the power company to tell them the details, and then started booking tickets online to go home immediately. Xiaoying and I were constantly praying for my father.
Three hours later, after anxious waiting and agonizing anticipation, Xiaoying and I boarded our return flight. However, due to the lingering severe weather in Harbin, with occasional thunderstorms, all flights were canceled. Xiaoying and I had to fly to Dalian first, and then take the high-speed train back to Harbin.
When she heard that her father might have been in an accident, Xiaoying was very flustered, her guilt and self-blame undisguised, and she occasionally wiped away tears. Although I saw these emotions on Xiaoying's face, I had no heart to pay attention to them at that moment, because my father's safety was the top priority. Nothing else mattered; I only cared about my father's situation. My mother had passed away early, and my father was now my most important family member. But I couldn't panic. As a man, I had to remain calm; I was the pillar of support.
At this time, Xiaoying would occasionally comfort me, thinking of many possibilities to reassure me. I also comforted myself. Perhaps after leaving the island, my father had gone on a trip to clear his mind, and coincidentally, he had lost his phone? It wasn't impossible, but if Dad lost his phone, he should have notified us immediately using a public phone to avoid worrying us.
After an anxious wait, we finally arrived in Harbin in the afternoon. We decided to go home first to check if Dad was home. Sitting in the taxi, watching the rain pounding against the window and listening to the howling wind, I kept praying that the tall buildings in downtown Harbin would shield us from the wind, making the storms much less intense than those outside. If the wind was this strong in the city, how fierce must the thunderstorms and storms be on the unobstructed island in the river?
When we got downstairs, I got out of the car and ran upstairs as fast as I could. Reaching the door, I took out my keys and opened it. At that moment, I desperately hoped to see Dad sitting on the sofa watching TV, looking surprised, and asking, "Why are you back so early?"
But that was just a fantasy. The house was quiet and tidy, the floor spotless. Without even taking off my shoes, I ran to my father's bedroom, my own bedroom, the bathroom, the balcony, and so on. I frantically searched the entire house, but there was no sign of my father. Giving up hope at home, Xiaoying and I rushed to the wind power company where my father worked to contact their supervisor. After we explained the situation, the company panicked. Both I, as a family member, and the company jointly called the police, who then notified the armed police and fire rescue team.
Xiaoying, my father's company, the armed police, the firefighters, and I arrived at the riverbank. Looking at the already risen river, visibility was extremely low due to the heavy rain, and the wind was still howling. Leaving the city and reaching the riverbank, I realized just how fierce the storm was outside the city.
With wind speeds reaching level 7 and the heavy rain, rescue helicopters couldn't take off to the island in the river. Furthermore, the fire rescue team didn't have large boats, and the only larger cargo ships were strictly adhering to the Transportation Department's "no sailing in level 7 winds" rule, as traveling by boat is extremely dangerous nowadays. Given all these circumstances, we could only wait for the severe weather to subside before we and the rescue team could reach the island in the middle of the river. Hearing that rescue was impossible now and we would have to wait at least another day, I looked towards the direction of my father's island, watching the surging, turbulent river, but I couldn't see it. Because the wind was so strong, I didn't use an umbrella, letting the rain soak me through my clothes. At that moment, I felt no cold. The biting wind and river water lashed against my face, and countless thoughts raced through my mind.
Had the storm come too quickly, and my father hadn't had time to evacuate the island? Or had he had ample time to leave, but he clung to a gamble and refused to return home? Or did he simply not want to leave the island, resigning himself to fate, engaging in a "suicide" ordained by heaven? Thinking back to the day I said goodbye to my father, the despair and death in his eyes, and the scene of my mother-in-law saying that my father tearfully said goodbye when he went to see Hao Hao, it seemed that my father was already prepared to "separate" from us forever.
Xiaoying stood beside me, tears streaming down her face, biting her lip repeatedly until it seemed to bleed. Her face was filled with deep regret and self-blame. Perhaps she shared my belief that my father had resigned himself to death, and Xiaoying and I both seemed to have guessed the reason. The police and people from my father's company advised us to go home for the time being, promising to organize a rescue operation after the storm subsided the next day. But was it too late? Was it even worth it? If my father was still on the island in the middle of the river, was he still alive? Looking at the already risen river water, was the island already submerged?
After an assessment by the fire rescue team, they concluded that if my father was still on the island, his chances of survival were very slim, and told Xiaoying and me to prepare for the worst. Even so, we didn't give up on the last glimmer of hope, no matter how small. At that moment, Xiaoying and I had no mind to reminisce about the joy of our trip. I felt numb to the cold and pain; I felt like a walking corpse.
My father's company reassured us, assuring us they wouldn't abandon the rescue efforts and would cover all expenses. They also assured us they would take full responsibility if anything happened to my father. But at that moment, I didn't care what they said. All I wanted was for my father to live. I was willing to pay any price for him.
I don't know how I got home. Xiaoying helped me change into clean pajamas. I stayed in our bedroom while Xiaoying sat on the sofa in the living room. I could hear her crying; she was clearly in great pain. After a long silence, Xiaoying, still sobbing, began tidying up the house. Although we were worried, life had to go on for now. Xiaoying and I didn't exchange a single word after we got home. Xiaoying, with unknown feelings, prepared dinner, but I had no appetite. Finally, with Xiaoying's comforting words, I ate a few bites.
Xiaoying was washing the dishes in the kitchen, while the washing machine in the bathroom hummed, washing the dirty clothes from our trip. I sat on the bed in the bedroom, my mind racing. Then, a thought flashed through my mind: Had my father been home before the accident? It was only then that I remembered the home security camera. While Xiaoying was still in the kitchen, I quickly used my stiff hands to turn it on and set the time to the first day of our trip. That morning, I finally saw my father on the monitor. He unlocked his keys and came home, carrying a briefcase, the contents of which I couldn't make out.
He went into his bedroom and put the briefcase in his bedside table drawer. Afterward, my father looked at the room we hadn't tidied up, a slight smile appearing on his face. Then he quietly began to tidy up the house for us. Throughout this process, his face showed a lingering affection, a hint of reluctance. His gaze lingered on every item in the house for a long time, as if trying to memorize everything.
After finishing, he focused his attention on the family photo on the living room wall. He looked at it quietly, his face sometimes showing affection, sometimes longing, sometimes admiration, sometimes sweetness… My father gazed at the family photo quietly for a long time, as if all the emotions in the world were reflected on his face.
After a long while, my father sighed, his much older figure slowly walking towards the door. He put on his shoes, took one last lingering look at the house, and casually closed the door. The video only showed the spotless room.
I fast-forwarded through the video, and my father didn't appear in the house again until we returned. I shut down the computer, remembering the file bag my father had put in his bedside table drawer. After shutting down the computer, I rushed to my father's room and opened the drawer where he had put the file bag in the video. There, lying quietly, was a brown kraft paper file bag…
Chapter 089 Rescue
My eyes welled up with tears. This meager amount of money was what my father had saved for us through frugality. I knew very well what that insurance policy meant. At this moment, the insurance policy and the bankbook, just a few simple pieces of paper, seemed incredibly heavy in my hands. Xiaoying, seeing these, had already squatted on the ground, covering her mouth and sobbing uncontrollably.
Seeing these things, however, eased my anxiety somewhat. There was no suicide note, and as long as there was no suicide note, there was still a
glimmer of hope. What if the insurance policy and bankbook were just things my father had temporarily left at home? That night, Xiaoying and I had a very difficult time. Neither of us slept, waiting for time to pass. The storm outside the window began to subside, and my anxiety grew.
Early the next morning, the storm had lessened considerably, though it was still drizzling. The weather conditions were suitable for launching a rescue operation. Xiaoying, the power company representative, the fire brigade, and I gathered on the banks of the Songhua River. For this rescue, the fire brigade deployed four rescue boats, fully loaded with all necessary rescue equipment. We set off eagerly, the boats at full speed. The bow cut through layers of river waves, water splashing onto the boat and soaking us, but the speed didn't decrease at all.
"Dad, please don't get hurt. If something happens to you, I'll be the culprit," I prayed silently, my hands clenched tightly, my eyes fixed on the location of N-013, the island in the middle of the river.
Time passed slowly, and finally, the island in the middle of the river where my father lived came into view. My heart pounded with excitement. I even considered jumping off the boat and swimming there. I so desperately wished my father wasn't on the island; I hoped he was away on a trip, trying to clear his mind.
The boat finally docked at the island, and I jumped in without hesitation, running in the shallow water. Xiaoying followed me off the boat. Seeing the situation on the island, I breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although the river was high, my father's house was on higher ground, and judging from the rising water, it shouldn't be submerged.
We ran along familiar paths, through bushes, and through woods. The closer we got, the more excited I became. The bushes had been flattened by the strong winds, and some trees were broken. Some of the wind turbines on the island had their blades blown off. "No, please don't!" But when we reached my father's house, we were all stunned. My heart sank to the bottom. I stood there, my mind blank.
Where my father's house once stood, only ruins remained. The brick house he lived in had completely collapsed. A broken windmill blade lay on top of the rubble, and it was unclear whether the house had been blown down by the wind or crushed by the massive blade. The windmills on the island were very large, each with three blades, each blade measuring 35 meters in length. Dutch-imported windmills cost 10 million yuan each, while domestically produced ones cost 8 million yuan each. The Dutch windmills had the highest power output, generating 5 yuan worth of electricity per rotation (there are many windmills in my area, and these figures are accurate).
The fire department was the first to react, rushing to the scene with their equipment to begin the rescue. However, the presence of the large windmill blade and the fear that my father might be buried under the rubble and suffer further injury severely hampered the rescue efforts. We couldn't predict how long the house had been collapsed; the longer it lay there, the more dangerous it became for my father. At that moment, I stopped thinking and started digging frantically with my tools, swinging my arms like a madman, seemingly never feeling tired. Xiaoying also joined me in digging.
Time ticked by, and we lost count of how much time had passed. The firefighters took turns eating, but the rescue operation never stopped. We avoided the broken windmill blades and began digging around my father's bedroom… Finally, after removing the main beam, we saw it—we saw the scene we least wanted to see. My father lay there, covered in dust and mud, his face pale. The mud on his body had turned to ash from the rain. There was a clear wound on his head, obviously caused by something hitting him. He had bled profusely, forming a blood clot on his head.
Fortunately, perhaps in the instant the house collapsed, the falling beam had created a relatively safe buffer zone around my father's position. This was a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune.
The moment my father's body came into view, the accompanying medical personnel rushed to check on him. Looking at my father's pale, bloodless face, the conspicuous wound on his head, his soaked clothes, and his body covered in mud... I struggled to control my body and mind. I couldn't faint now; I had to stay awake. My father needed me. Xiaoying was already sitting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. At that moment, I understood what heartbreak truly meant; Xiaoying's crying was exactly that.
"Your father-in-law had an accident, and your daughter-in-law is crying so bitterly. Even a biological daughter might not be able to compare. How fortunate you are to have such a filial son and daughter-in-law... sigh..." The accompanying medical staff comforted Xiaoying and me, and the female doctors couldn't help but sigh at Xiaoying's grief.
By this time, I had bitten my lower lip until it bled, and I could clearly feel something salty flowing into my mouth—I knew it was blood. The medical staff and firefighters carefully lifted my father out and placed him in a sheltered spot. The medical personnel began performing the simplest examinations on my father.
"The injured person is unconscious, but still has a faint heartbeat, though it's extremely weak and could stop at any moment. The head injury is severe; he urgently needs to be taken to the hospital," the medical staff quickly told Xiaoying and me after a brief examination.
My father is middle-aged, and after being battered by the wind and rain on the island for so long, with a head injury, it's safe to say he could die at any moment, but there's still a glimmer of hope. I helped Xiaoying, who was crying uncontrollably, to her feet. The rescue team carried my father onto the boat to rush back to the city hospital.
Xiaoying, the medical staff, and I were on the same boat. My father lay quietly in the middle of the boat, his face covered in mud and water, wearing an oxygen mask. Xiaoying had stopped crying and was quietly looking at her father, her eyes filled with self-reproach and guilt, occasionally biting her lower lip. It was clear that Xiaoying was filled with extreme regret.
At that moment, I suddenly noticed that my father's right hand was firmly tucked into his clothes. Even after all that commotion, his hand hadn't fallen out. Was there something in my father's right hand? I tried to pull my father's right hand out of his clothes. Perhaps because his body was already stiff, or perhaps because he was desperately guarding what he held even in his dying moments, it took me a great deal of effort to finally get it out.
The moment I pulled his right hand out, my eyes finally fell on what he was holding. At that moment, Xiaoying, who had just stopped crying, also saw what her father was clutching tightly. She froze, but after a moment, she turned slightly away. I couldn't see her expression, but her rapidly trembling shoulders betrayed her. She was trying hard to control herself; I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was clenching her fist so tightly that her fingernails were digging into her flesh, but she didn't care. She was trying to control her emotions. A little while later, Xiaoying turned around, seemingly calmer, but her bitten lip and bloodied hands betrayed her. It was clear how much pain she had felt when she saw what her father was holding.
At that moment, my feelings were complicated. I didn't know how to feel, because the thing my father had clutched tightly in his hand until his death, tucked into his clothes, was the sandalwood pipe Xiaoying had given him on his birthday…
Chapter 90: The Last Will and Testament.
I took the pipe from my father's hand. He had been gripping it tightly, and it took a lot of effort to pry his fingers open. Then I handed the pipe to Xiaoying, who silently placed it into her bag with her bloodshot hands.
After arriving at the hospital, Xiaoying and I sat on chairs outside the emergency room. I tried to stay calm, but Xiaoying was already crying uncontrollably, leaning against my shoulder, her eyes closed, lost in thought, her eyes red and swollen from crying. My father was still in the emergency room, his condition critical. We didn't know what the final outcome would be, and Xiaoying and I waited anxiously outside.
At that moment, I took out a piece of paper wrapped in layers of plastic bags from my pocket. I had accidentally found it in the inside pocket of my father's clothes when I was looking for his pipe. There were many people around, and I secretly hid the paper because I had a feeling it might be something my father had left intentionally, perhaps his suicide note. While the fire brigade was leaving and my father's company supervisor was back at work discussing matters, I decided to open the paper and see what it said.
Unwrapping the layers of plastic bags, the paper was finally revealed. With mixed feelings, I slowly opened it. I didn't know if there was anything written on it, or what my father had written. It was open; there were indeed words on it. I took a deep breath to calm myself and began to read: "
Jincheng, I don't know if you've seen this letter. If you have, then I'm probably no longer alive. If I were still alive, I wouldn't let you see this letter. Don't blame your father; I'm really tired. I've felt so tired ever since your mother died." Although you and Xiaoying are both very filial to me, and Haohao is very cute and well-behaved, since your mother's death, I suddenly feel like I have no motivation to live in this world. Perhaps I'm too negative, or perhaps I'm too cowardly. Perhaps death is the only relief for me, the only way to truly relax.
I've suffered my whole life, worked hard my whole life, but in the end, I'm content because I have a large family. However, I feel I've made too many mistakes in this life. I ultimately couldn't save your mother, letting her leave before me. I didn't save enough for you to work hard to get married and have children. I also failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a father…
In short, I wasn't a good husband to your mother; I wasn't a good father to you either. My heart has been in pain and turmoil for some time now, and it's grown stronger and stronger. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore; I couldn't bear the inner condemnation and worries any longer. Just then, the company told me that a storm was coming and I needed to temporarily evacuate the island. But I feel that this might be an opportunity for me to finally be free. I don't dare to commit suicide, nor do I have the courage. I'll leave everything to fate. If I stay on the island and survive unscathed, you won't see this letter. Fate has spared my life, so I'll just try to live. If I die in the end, it's God's punishment, and it's also a release for me. So, my life or death this time is decided by God.
In my bedroom drawer, there's a file folder with an insurance policy I bought three years ago. You're the beneficiary. From what I understood at the time, if the insured commits suicide two years after the contract takes effect, the beneficiary receives full compensation. So, even though I committed suicide, the insurance contract is still valid. I don't really know the exact payout amount; you have social experience and legal knowledge, so you can negotiate with the insurance company yourself.
Another thing is a rural credit cooperative savings book. It contains the living expenses you gave me over the years, which I secretly saved, hoping it might help you someday. The money isn't much, but it represents my goodwill. I hope you and Xiaoying won't find it offensive.
Xiaoying is a good girl. You two must live a good life together and never let her down, otherwise, I will never forgive you even in the afterlife. You
must also raise Haohao well and help him grow into a healthy adult. It's a pity I can't see him grow up, achieve academic success, get married, and have children.
Forgive me, Jincheng, I am not a good father. I have no face to face you and your mother. Take care…
After reading this short “last letter,” my tears fell uncontrollably, dripping onto the already very crumpled letter. Before this, my father had opened and closed this letter countless times. Xiaoying, who was deep in thought with her eyes closed, was awakened by my agitation. Seeing my tear-streaked face, her gaze immediately fell on the paper.
Seeing that Xiaoying was awake, I silently handed her my father's “last letter.” Xiaoying silently read it. Slowly, Xiaoying's tears began to fall, her hand holding the letter began to tremble slightly, her lips trembled, and her teeth were clenched tightly.
My father was atoning for his sins. Although he didn't mention a single word about his relationship with Xiaoying in his letters, I could still understand everything from his "last words." He was using his death, that insurance policy, that savings account, to atone for his sins and repent to me. Xiaoying's indifference towards him completely robbed him of his will to live. He was old, and he was already lonely after my mother's death. He finally had Xiaoying, but he couldn't have her. Even after having a relationship with her, his conscience constantly tormented him. Most importantly, he had truly fallen for Xiaoying, but she was his daughter-in-law, a woman he could never have, a woman he could never possess. Bound by these sorrows, and in the despair of Xiaoying utterly extinguishing his hopes, my father chose this path to completely free himself. He never revealed his affair with Xiaoying until his death. Perhaps he wanted to preserve their reputations, avoid creating any resentment or rift between us, and also hope to leave his son with a good impression before he dies. He decided to take his secret with Xiaoying to his grave. Finally
, after reading the letter, Xiaoying returned it to me. She squatted on the floor, weeping loudly, completely oblivious to the strange looks from the other patients in the ward. Life and death happen every day in the hospital; doctors and nurses are used to it. I could understand the hidden meaning in my father's "last will and testament," so how could Xiaoying not? At this moment, she probably couldn't hate her father anymore; all she felt was guilt, regret, and a touch of heartache. But what exactly she was thinking, I couldn't fathom.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Dad's accident is all my fault. If it weren't for me..." Xiaoying suddenly became very agitated after reading the letter, as if talking to herself, or perhaps scolding herself. At that moment, I suddenly felt a surge of tension, temporarily forgetting my father still in the emergency room. Was Xiaoying's last sentence a prelude to a confrontation with me? If Xiaoying was about to tell me everything about her and my father, how should I respond? Should I pretend not to know or directly admit that I arranged everything?
I wasn't prepared for Xiaoying to confront me at all. Thankfully, Xiaoying stopped at the last sentence, only saying, "If it weren't for me..." Perhaps she realized she almost let something slip and stopped in time. She looked at me, and at that moment, I didn't know what expression I had. Perhaps my expression was tense; I stared intently at Xiaoying.
"If it weren't for me... insisting on taking you on this trip, Father wouldn't have had this accident. If we had stayed home and paid attention to the weather forecast, we could have brought Father back in time, and this wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault. If we hadn't gone on this trip, none of this would have happened..." Perhaps realizing she almost let something slip and that I was suspicious, Xiaoying quickly changed her words, cleverly covering up the incident.
"Xiaoying, don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault at all. It's fate, and it's also my fault. I'm only focused on work and supporting the family, neglecting Father's feelings, neglecting the feelings of a lonely old man. If anyone is at fault, it's my fault. I haven't fulfilled my filial duty, and I haven't noticed Father's changes. So it's not your fault." I squatted down, put my arm around Xiaoying's shoulder, and gently comforted her. Slowly, we sat side by side on the floor outside the emergency room. We leaned on each other, and Xiaoying, with her head on my shoulder, continued to cry.
If my father recovers, I'm determined to prevent this tragedy from repeating itself. I start thinking about how to confront my father and Xiaoying. Perhaps a confrontation would completely eliminate this rift, but if I do, how can I steer things in the direction I want? I need to carefully consider this. At this moment, I face a choice—a choice of what I should do if my father recovers.
Time ticks by, and Xiaoying and I have lost track of how long we've been sitting on the floor. "Ding!" The light on the emergency room door suddenly changed color, and with a soft click, we knew the emergency treatment was over.
Hearing the sound, Xiaoying and I instinctively stood up. We waited, and slowly the door opened. The attending physician came out first. Xiaoying and I were incredibly tense. We didn't want to hear bad news; we just wanted to hear the attending physician say: "The surgery was successful; the patient is out of danger."
But seeing the attending physician's tired and slightly disappointed expression, my heart sank to the bottom…
"I'm sorry, we did our best…"

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/110982.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=110982&aspx=1

Previous Page : I live in Xiqing District, Tianjin. Are there any couples I can meet in the next few days?

Next Page : Crossing New Year's Day and welcoming the new year 2021, those who want to be cuckolded...

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Reprinted from online article: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 60-90)

comment Open a new window to view comments