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I sat in front of the computer, sweating profusely, while Xiaoying, on the other side, remained oblivious to the danger, still

savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. Perhaps she hadn't realized her anus was in danger.

"Ah!" A

loud, muffled groan escaped Xiaoying's lips, and my eyes followed the sound, glued to the computer screen.

I saw my father moisten Xiaoying's anus with his fingers, then, using the

lubricant ,

he inserted his index finger into her anus. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Xiaoying cried out, her body

jerking violently.

After inserting his index finger, my father resumed his thrusting motion.

But unlike before, this time it wasn't just his penis that was thrusting; his

index finger moving. His penis and index finger now operated independently, each occupying a space, their

movements perfectly synchronized.

The dual stimulation of her vagina and anus didn't deter Xiaoying from her father; perhaps this unusual pleasure

was novel and exciting for her.

She arched her buttocks repeatedly to meet his thrusts, her expression one of extreme pleasure and stimulation.

Thankfully, there was no anal sex, as long as her father's penis didn't penetrate.

Perhaps this was just me comforting myself; I'd never tried this novel approach with Xiaoying before

, and my father had unexpectedly taken the lead.

At this moment, I was stunned by my father's creativity. I stared blankly at everything in the video. This

intense stimulation caused me to ejaculate without even masturbating, while my father and Xiaoying in the video hadn't even ejaculated

yet .

I looked down at my now-soft penis and the semen on my pants, shaking my

head and smiling bitterly. Despite the intense jealousy, I could still ejaculate.

Sometimes I really don't know what I care about most. "Not seeing the true face of Mount Lu, only because I am

in the mountain," perhaps that's the only explanation.

Time continued, the two of them continuing their doggy-style intercourse without changing positions, perhaps

intending to finish in this position.

"Ah,"

a mixed moan suddenly came through the earpiece. The sound wasn't loud, indicating that in the final moment, they

were trying to suppress their voices.

Although the moan was soft, it was lingering and drawn-out, a kind of groan they had never heard before.

At this moment, they finally reached their climax. Perhaps it was

the special stimulation of me being home, perhaps it was the new anal penetration they had added today, or perhaps it was because they hadn't been

intimate and had been holding back for so long. This orgasm was the most intense and pleasurable they had ever experienced since they started having sex.

The father's rapidly trembling, contracting scrotum foreshadowed the thick semen continuously being injected into Xiaoying's

uterus; Xiaoying's trembling body, the sheets and blankets soaked with sweat beneath their joined genitals—

everything was so familiar. The two were experiencing the ultimate pleasure, while

in another room, "I"

hid in my bedroom, sobbing under the covers.

I rubbed my tense cheeks, lit a cigarette. I'd already smoked so much, I

felt a little nauseous, but smoking still made me feel better.

After I finished my cigarette, the two in the video finally recovered from their climax.

They panicked, quickly cleaning up the mess.

Xiaoying had achieved immense satisfaction, but a hint of allure lingered in her eyes. It seemed

they had only just sobered up, now appearing somewhat flustered and tense.

Xiaoying got dressed, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then tiptoed

out of her father's room without saying goodbye.

But when she reached the door of our bedroom, Xiaoying's hand rested on the doorknob; it was clear

she was nervous. Perhaps her biggest fear was opening the door to find her husband already

awake and sitting on the bed waiting for her return.

Xiaoying hesitated for a moment at the bedroom door, then tremblingly opened it, finding "me"

still fast asleep.

Her legs went weak, and she almost fell at the doorway. She braced herself against the doorframe with one hand,

gently patting , and let out a long sigh.

She walked to the bedside and, seeing her husband still sound asleep, her expression finally relaxed.

She gently covered me with the blanket, glanced at the sleeping "me"

a few times, and then left the bedroom. She had originally intended to take a shower, but when she reached the bathroom door

, she hesitated. The allure in her eyes and the suggestive look in her gaze seemed to grow stronger.

My feigned sleep, this unintentional indulgence, emboldened her considerably. Perhaps the aphrodisiac hadn't completely

worn off, perhaps the recent experience had left her feeling quite aroused, or perhaps she knew future opportunities might be few.

She abandoned her shower plans and went back to her father's bedroom for another unforgettable night with him.

Her father was tidying the bedding when he suddenly saw Xiaoying in his bedroom again. His face showed tension

and confusion. He stopped tidying the bedding and looked at Xiaoying.

Without her father speaking, Xiaoying knew what he wanted to ask. She didn't speak, but simply shook her head

gently . The two, already in perfect sync, understood that "I"

was still fast asleep and hadn't woken up.

Her father relaxed and let out a long sigh. Xiaoying, her eyes filled with desire, walked towards her father. Everything

was clear; no further explanation was needed.

For the rest of the time, the entire father's bedroom was filled with heat; perhaps he had already ejaculated by then.

Perhaps I had already become numb. After Xiaoying went to her father's bedroom, I didn't pay close

attention to their lovemaking. Watching them progress, I grew impatient. I

fast-forwarded through the scenes until their second encounter. I didn't notice anything new happening. Perhaps I was numb to

their sex life, or perhaps my heart had grown cold.

I shut down the computer; I had no desire to watch any further.

I understood everything. I could blame that night on the aphrodisiacs and their uncontrollable impulses. And

since it was done, there was no going back. What was there to dwell on? I numbly wiped my pants clean and got dressed

.

I turned to the window; the night outside was still so alluring. I gazed into the distance, trying to ease

the fatigue in my eyes.

My body felt like it wasn't under my control anymore. I dragged my weary body out of the company building.

I smoked as I walked, not knowing what I was going to do. Go to a brothel? Not only did

I not know where that was, but I was also afraid that even if I found a prostitute, I wouldn't be able to get an erection.

It was my own arrangement, yet I'm still suffering. At this moment, I really hate myself.

I walked out of the office building; it was already past 11 PM.

The cold wind on my face instantly sobered me up.

I threw away my cigarette butt and strolled down the street. The city was vast, but I found no place for

myself right now. What I needed was numbness and comfort.

Although it was almost midnight, the nightlife was just beginning; the entertainment and food streets were still bustling

.

No one was with me tonight, but no one would bother me either. I'd just numb myself with alcohol.

To avoid getting drunk and being left unattended, I decided to buy some food and liquor to drink in the office, so

I sleeping on the streets.

I bought some cooked food and side dishes, and two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor). Why not beer? Because beer doesn't

get you drunk easily; baijiu is stronger, I guess.

I started walking with the food and drinks, only to suddenly realize I was lost.

It's ridiculous to think about it. Although I've worked at this company for a long time, I always go straight

home to my family after work and rarely wander around outside the company area, so I'm not very familiar with the surroundings.

Especially since I was just a bit dazed and didn't even remember the way I came.

Tonight is really unlucky. I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Xiaoying might be pregnant, watching videos

, and now I'm lost. My mood is really terrible.

Not knowing which way to go, I decided to treat it as a walk to clear my head and slowly find my way back to the company. I'll find it eventually

, and I'm a grown man, I'm not afraid at night.

"Tap tap tap,"

I heard a sound of knocking on bamboo. I couldn't help but turn to look at the roadside.

I saw a rather disheveled person sitting in front of a shop that had already closed. His clothes weren't dirty

, but they looked very unkempt.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, not caring about the cold. There was a printed banner in front of him, and when he saw passersby, he would tap

the two bamboo sticks in his hands. Unable

to suppress my curiosity, and also as a way to ask for directions, I went over.

I didn't look at the person directly, but instead glanced at the banner in front of him. It turned out to be a fortune teller; the

banner was tattered and worn, the writing barely legible. "Feng shui consultations, name selection, fortune telling"

—I wonder how many of those tattered banners have been used before.

At that moment, I couldn't help but purse my lips. I'm a university graduate, educated in Marxism-Leninism, and

I've always looked down on these kinds of superstitions and never believed in them.

Although Feng shui masters are famous and often portrayed as almost mystical, even celebrities have their own

, I still don't accept it.

I decided to get down to business and ask for directions.

But when I looked up at the person, I was so shocked I almost fell to the ground. This fortune teller

had a very dark complexion, but he also had vitiligo—patches of black and white on his face, hands, face, and neck

.

I hadn't noticed because he was wearing a straw hat.

My first reaction was horror, and the second was disgust (this is not meant

to discriminate against people with vitiligo; it's just part of the story).

At that moment, the man looked up at me with a puzzled expression. For some reason, there

seemed to . Having seen countless people, I knew this down-on-his-luck fortune teller must

have had a story, but I didn't know what had happened to bring him to this state.

We didn't speak, but I felt a sense of kinship with him, as if we were kindred spirits, both

suffering the same fate . How much better off could I be than him? Perhaps he was lamenting his own misfortunes that night, or perhaps he just wanted to

confide in someone he didn't care about.

I walked over to him and, ignoring the dust on the ground, sat down cross-legged.

The fortune teller looked at me with a questioning gaze, wondering what I wanted.

"Still out so late? You must not have earned enough for today's meal.

How about I offer you food and drinks? Keep me company!"

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