An absolute classic of incest—Moonfall (father-daughter type)

(I) On their wedding anniversary,

the beautiful woman sat on the sofa, staring absently at the television, aimlessly changing channels with the remote control.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..." The wall clock struck eleven times.

The woman slightly furrowed her brows, listlessly tossing the remote aside, and, clutching a cushion, half-reclined on the sofa. A pair of long, slender, white legs peeked out from under the loose hem of her nightgown. A pair of flawless feet, slightly crossed, their pink toenails shimmering under the light, incredibly alluring! One couldn't resist the urge to hold them in one's hands and caress them closely!

The woman on the sofa was named Liu Yirong. Although she was already thirty-three years old, long past the bloom of youth, the fleeting years had not ruthlessly diminished her beauty. Instead, they had added a touch of mature charm, making her look like a woman in her mid-twenties! Her long, slender, dark eyebrows, clear, bright black eyes, smooth, delicate nose, rosy, petite lips, and crystal-clear earlobes—all these exquisite features were perfectly set on her oval face. She was a beautiful and charming mature woman!

Because she was half-lying on the sofa, her long, slender, snow-white neck, coupled with the glimpse of pale skin revealed from the low-cut neckline of her nightgown, created a breathtakingly beautiful scene that would drive men wild and inspire envy in women! The woman shifted her body slightly, letting out a seductive moan, but a soft sigh immediately followed, puzzling everyone.

"Click!" The sound of the lock turning caught her attention. She immediately stood up, the hurried movement causing her breasts to sway, creating waves within her loose, comfortable nightgown—a truly alluring sight, making one want to unbutton the sexy nightgown to see what unknown beauty was hidden beneath.

The young woman, standing, was about 1.7 meters tall, her full breasts pushing against the nightgown, appearing to be approximately a 35D, the highest points forming two raised dots on the fabric. The woman was probably not wearing a bra, yet her breasts remained erect! The woman hurriedly stood up, intending to walk towards the door, but then paused, sat back down on the sofa, and hugged the cushion again, pressing it against her ample chest.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" A slightly magnetic baritone voice rang out in the living room. Lin Zhengtian—a mature man of thirty-two—asked, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the hanger.

The woman didn't answer or turn her head, as if she hadn't heard her husband's question, simply sitting there watching TV—the 11:30 PM midnight news had just begun!

The man raised an eyebrow, then a smile appeared on his lips. He took a brocade box from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, gently walked behind the woman, and tenderly embraced her. The young woman lightly bit her rosy lower lip with her pearly white teeth, her brows furrowing, a few faint lines appearing on her furrowed forehead, and her body stiffening slightly! She still ignored the man!

"My dear wife! Are you angry?" the man chuckled softly, "I have a client signing an appointment today..."

"I'm not some adult," the woman interrupted her husband, "I should be thanking you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come home and see us!"

The man continued with a smile.

"Do you know what day it is today?" the young woman scolded her husband!

"My dear wife! Today is our sixteenth wedding anniversary! How could I forget! Sister! I was wrong today!" the man admitted his mistake, but in his heart he already knew what was going on—no wonder the woman was angry!

Zheng Tian held the brocade box in his left hand, then opened it with his right hand as if presenting a treasure—a dazzling diamond ring, the crystal-clear gem seemingly emitting a blinding light, radiating brilliance!

"So…" the man paused, gazing affectionately at his wife's delicate face, and continued, "Sister Rong, I hope you like the gift I specially prepared for you!" With that, he buried his head in the beautiful woman's snow-white neck, greedily inhaling her fragrant scent, and observing her expression out of the corner of his eye.

The woman was already moved, feeling her husband's love; the fleeting smile in her eyes did not escape the man's keen eyes. The woman retorted, "You only know how to sweet-talk me with these things! You can't even bring yourself to make a phone call?"

"My dear wife! I'm innocent!" the man cried, suppressing a laugh, half-sitting up and loudly proclaiming his innocence, "Sister, your phone was off!"

The woman chuckled at her husband's teasing, giving him a playful glare, and said, "What are you yelling about! Yue'er's asleep! My phone died this afternoon!" At this moment, the young woman's voice softened.

The man took the beautiful woman's soft, boneless hand and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger, whispering in her ear, "Baby! You've wronged me! I want you to make it up to me!"

His hot lips occasionally kissed her rounded earlobe, his warm breath gently blowing into her sensitive ear canal, while his hands, however, wandered under her collar, ravaging her high, soft breasts.

The beautiful woman was aroused, turning her head to embrace the man's head, sealing his thick lips with her own, offering her tender, fragrant tongue. The man accepted her apology, greedily devouring his prize—her smooth, sweet saliva. His fingers, however, toyed with the woman's nipples, occasionally rubbing her tender nipples with his rough fingertips. The woman seemed to see her deep red nipples involuntarily harden and swell!

A long kiss ended, and the young woman stared intently at her husband's handsome, mature face, her eyes filled with love. She gasped for breath, feeling a passionate surge deep within her; her panties were already slightly damp! What a sensitive body!

The man, like a wolf, stuck out his tongue. The passionate kiss hadn't relieved his hunger; instead, it had fueled his desire! He flipped over the sofa and knelt before the woman! He unbuttoned the top two buttons of the young woman's nightgown, exposing her snow-white, high, and swollen breasts to the air! The man opened his mouth wide and took the already erect nipple into his mouth, teasing the sensitive nipple with his tongue, gently licking the areola and tip, and occasionally lightly biting the bright red bead with his teeth.

The man's left hand climbed up the other breast, while his right hand slowly slid down to the most private place between the beautiful woman's legs!

Yi Rong leaned against the sofa, her face full of unbearable desire, two red clouds already covering her cheeks! One small hand tightly held the man's head, while the other hand groped around on the sofa—when it touched the remote control, the woman gripped it tightly! Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently. Her delicate brows furrowed occasionally as the man vigorously caressed her, and soft moans escaped her cherry lips.

"Husband...no...don't...don't...too...harder...harder! Don't...don't bite!"

"Sister...so fragrant...so smooth!" the man responded to his wife's older sister.

The man looked up at the beautiful woman's aroused state and set his sights on her again—lifting the loose hem of her nightgown and burying his head in her smooth, white thighs, his hands roaming freely over her full buttocks! Pink panties covered her garden, revealing the beautiful shape of her private parts, but they couldn't stop the tender grass—a few soft, dark pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of her panties!

A small damp patch, the intense, pungent scent of a mature woman, drew the man's gaze fixed intently on the outline of her labia, faintly visible through the semi-transparent fabric! Though her eyes were closed, the beautiful woman could feel the man's burning breath, and a strange itch rose deep within her body.

Suddenly, hot lips pressed tightly against her vulva through the soft fabric! The sudden heat, like an electric current, surged from the woman's private parts to her heart, causing her smooth abdomen to involuntarily contract.

The man took the crotch of her pink panties and her slippery labia into his mouth! He frantically sucked at the flowing, sweet juices—the beautiful woman was already overflowing with love fluid!

Zheng Tian felt the fire rising from his lower abdomen growing stronger and stronger, soon to be out of control. Suddenly, the man broke off his "passionate kiss" with the beautiful woman!

Amidst his wife's sister's reluctant sigh and confused gaze, he picked up the woman and strode towards the bedroom!

In her haste, the woman pressed the power button on the remote and tossed it onto the sofa. At that moment, the couple, too eager for their lovemaking to notice the weather forecast that had just been shown before the television was turned off—"It is predicted that the typhoon will begin to affect our city from 1 a.m. tonight, August 18th, and will arrive at our city by 8 a.m...."

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the woman lightly punched the man's back, scolding, "You rascal! Close the door!"

The man laughed heartily, replying, "Who would dare disturb our beautiful time?" But he still slammed the door shut with his foot, though it wasn't completely closed.

The man laid the woman flat on the bed, half-pressing himself onto her full yet delicate body. A delicate fragrance surrounded him as his eyes gazed at the beautiful woman's face, finally settling on his sister-in-law's red lips.

The woman felt again the deep love in the man's gaze, and also the burning lust in his eyes, like a hungry wolf—wanting to devour its prey, and she was like Little Red Riding Hood trapped in its jaws. But the woman was willingly being devoured by the man, without reservation!

The man could no longer restrain himself, his gaping maw pressing down on his chosen target—the woman blocked her soft lips with a single index finger. The man stopped abruptly, looking at the young woman in bewilderment. The woman felt the heat emanating from the man's lips, a sensation that ran from her fingertips to a deep corner of her heart, infecting her soul and igniting a burning passion within her.

"Go take a shower, honey! You're all sweaty!" the beautiful woman pleaded inwardly.

The man smiled casually, kissed his wife's cheek, and turned to walk towards the bathroom. As he walked, his fingers inadvertently touched a small, bottle-shaped object in his pocket, and a smile returned to his face…

Outside the window, the heavens suddenly changed their tune, thunder and lightning raged, and torrential rain lashed down on Mother Earth. But all of this did not affect the couple inside, immersed in love, or rather, they had already entered a state of blissful oblivion.

"Ah...husband...harder...harder!" Yi Rong cried out wildly, her plump buttocks responding to the man's movements, bobbing violently upwards.

Intense pleasure, like lightning in the night, ripped through the darkness, causing her vision to blur and become indistinct. The beautiful woman tried to open her eyes wide, but her efforts were in vain. At this moment, what she felt most deeply was the pleasure brought by the huge, thick, hot pillar of heat emanating from her honeypot. In that small space, the round, large glans was constantly moving in and out, thick, slippery honey-like fluid coating the shaft.

"Husband...no...don't...harder...harder!" the beautiful woman cried out incoherently, her brain firmly controlled by lust, only able to faithfully follow her senses and make physical responses.

Zheng Tian ignored the woman's cries, focusing intently on his task—each time, he thrust in and out fully, leaving only the hard, round glans inside the woman's moist, tight, and delicate flower path. With each thrust, the purplish-red glans relentlessly pushed aside the passionate, tender flesh within the honeyed orifice, forcefully ramming into the flower's core deep within the vagina, much like an ancient siege engine—struggling to break through the layers of tender flesh, penetrating the woman's uterus, as if entering a magnificent palace. The glans plundered wantonly, finally collapsing against the uterine walls due to excessive excitement!

"I...husband...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore!" the woman cried out, her voice trembling. "Give it to me...

ah...I want...to cum."

But the woman still couldn't achieve her goal. She had already orgasmed three times, but the man still hadn't ejaculated.

"Husband...stop...stop," the woman begged.

But the man completely ignored her pleas and continued to relentlessly thrust into the beautiful body beneath him. Actually, the woman wasn't truly unable to take it anymore; she was just a little puzzled: she seemed particularly sensitive today! In just over ten minutes, she had orgasmed three times. Each of her husband's thrusts made her feel utterly overwhelmed, waves of pleasure washing over her...

Soon, the woman lost that moment of clarity in her mind because her numb sexual nerves were sending signals of another orgasm. The inner walls of her honeyed orifice were already too raw to handle, yet it still writhed forcefully, making a final effort to grip the burning glans tightly, like a baby suckling, craving moisture. But what it needed wasn't sweet milk, but the man's essence!

Zheng Tian's large hands kneaded the woman's breasts, the soft, snow-white flesh changing shape in his hands, the white skin contrasting with the red marks. His fingers pinched the tips of her breasts with varying pressure, a sensual current surging through her chest.

"Sister… I'm coming… Get ready!" the man panted, growling. His

glans, originally the size of an egg, grew even larger, moving back and forth in the woman's rosy crevice. His speed slowed, but his strength increased. Clearly, he wanted to prolong his time. After a dozen or so forceful thrusts, the man could no longer hold back. His entire glans pressed firmly against the deepest part of the woman's uterus, and hot semen gushed out with intermittent swells of his shaft, hitting the uterine walls and warming the woman's entire body, rendering her speechless.

"Ah...ah..."

The woman was also aroused to her fourth orgasm. The intense pleasure made her eyes roll back, and the muscles on the inside of her thighs twitched uncontrollably.

The man's strong body pressed down on the woman, who had turned into a pool of spring water. His heavy breathing sounded in the woman's ear, and his warm breath flowed over her crystal earlobe, tickling her tinglingly! But the woman couldn't move, nor did she want to; she had no strength left in her body. Her delicate hands wrapped around the man's broad back, and the mist in her beautiful eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Honey! What's wrong with you today? You're so energetic!" the woman asked languidly, regaining some strength.

"Hehe," the man chuckled mischievously, "Want to know why?"

"What?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"Remember that glass of red wine I gave you after my shower?"

"You took some medicine?" the woman asked, beginning to understand.

"Silly girl! Are you belittling your husband's abilities? It was wine for you!" the man emphasized the word "for you."

The woman suddenly realized, playfully teasing her husband.

"Hehe," the man chuckled smugly. Actually, the woman was only half right; the man had kept the other half a secret.

"What about the medicine?" the woman asked.

"That bottle of hangover medicine you told me to carry with me! It's half full now, all the medicine my friends gave me today!"

"Your friends gave it to you? Why? And only half a bottle?" The woman was confused.

"Didn't I close a deal today? That friend was the matchmaker! So a few of us went to a hotel to have some fun. At the table, my friends bragged to us that it was incredibly effective for both men and women. So we each took a little."

The man took a white bottle from a drawer in the bedside table and poured out a few pills to show his wife—white pills with "ht" (Happytime) printed on them.

The woman chuckled and cursed under her breath: "A bunch of bad friends! A bunch of perverts!"

"What did you say?"

Zheng Tian leaned down and took one of the woman's breasts into his mouth, his nimble tongue lightly licking the blood droplets. His large hand reached into the path in his wife's garden, smearing the mixture of fluids and semen haphazardly. The man, with a cunning scheme, secretly focused on the beautiful woman's anus while simultaneously silencing his sister-in-law's cherry-like mouth with his own, trying to distract her. The beautiful woman, unaware of her husband's actions, wholeheartedly accepted his caresses and passionate kisses!

"Sister! Turn over," the man continued to coax his beautiful sister-in-law.

When Yi Rong obediently raised her beautiful, snow-white, plump buttocks, she assumed her husband intended to enter her from behind, never suspecting that he was aiming for her alluring little anus.

The husband was smug, getting closer and closer to his goal. Her round, smooth, snow-white buttocks and alluring pink chrysanthemum bud ignited a burning desire in him! He couldn't help but swallow hard!

Hearing her husband's swallowing, the woman turned and gave him a seductive smile, clearly a flirtatious look!

The man thought to himself—how alluring! Even a vixen couldn't compare!

Zheng Tian wrapped his arms around the woman's slender waist, his large glans rubbing back and forth between her vulva and chrysanthemum bud, teasing the beautiful woman and retaliating for her earlier actions.

Yi Rong turned her head, her long, straight hair cascading down her smooth back. With a resentful look, the woman silently reproached her husband—she shouldn't have continued to tease her.

The man was extremely pleased with himself. As the hot glans teased her delicate anus, the woman realized something was wrong.

Her husband wanted to penetrate her genitals. No! It's so dirty there! The woman mentally resisted this sexual act, swaying her beautiful round buttocks, but it was too late. The man's large hands firmly controlled her slender waist, and the huge, hot glans was completely inside her anus. The folds around her anus had disappeared, stretched open and smoothed by the enormous penis!

The beautiful woman knew it was too late to turn back, and she helplessly accepted the outcome. The woman had originally thought there would be great pain, but after her husband entered, there was no pain at all, only a feeling of distension, which was very strange. Curiosity also reassured the woman.

Seeing that his wife's older sister didn't react further, and with his glans being intensely squeezed by her narrow anus, Zheng Tian couldn't help but thrust forward, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against the beautiful woman's round, plump buttocks, creating a beautiful ripple! The man's eyes widened. The tight, warm intestinal walls gently squeezed his penis, while the beautiful ripples further stimulated his senses. The man erupted, his thick, long penis thrusting rapidly and violently into his wife's rear.

The woman bit her lower lip hard, her swaying breasts once again grasped by the man's large hands, which continued to play with them. A strange, throbbing sensation emanated from her small, delicate anus, quickly replaced by a numbing and overwhelming pleasure. Her body swayed back and forth, her long hair flying wildly in the air. The feeling of being completely possessed by her lover, penetrating her delicate frame, slowly filled every cell in her body. Every nerve cell rejoiced in its excited transmission, even the circulating blood carried a warm current from her heart to every part of her body. Her uterus, separated from her rectum by only a wall, could no longer remain still, clamoring to offer its treasure and share in the pleasure.

"Husband... Husband..." the woman cried out, her words trembling with sobs.

The man understood his wife's meaning, but he was also on the verge of climax, so he could only respond to his beautiful sister-in-law with action.

The woman felt her uterine walls contract rapidly, releasing hot vaginal fluid. At the same time, the man could no longer hold back, and he spurted his scalding semen heavily onto his wife's intestinal walls, wave after wave. The beautiful woman screamed, the orgasm knocking her down again, her lower abdomen so hot!

Both of them were panting heavily, silent.

After a while, the man carried his soft, boneless, and weak sister-in-law into the bathroom.

Lin Yue'er, enduring the soreness and weakness, quietly retreated to her room. The scene of lovemaking she had just witnessed still made her blush and her heart race.

Yue'er was awakened by the deafening thunder. She had been afraid of lightning since childhood, and although it had improved somewhat as she grew older, it still had an impact. Especially tonight, the howling winds and torrential rain kept her awake.

In the darkness, she suddenly recalled scenes from her childhood thunderstorms—her father gently comforting her, dispelling her fear. Yue'er still cherished the memory of her father's warm and comforting embrace.

Driven by fear, Yue'er once again sought that warm sense of security. Unexpectedly, through the slightly ajar door, she witnessed a scene like this—her father's strong, steel-like body pressing against her mother's soft, white skin, thrusting rapidly…

The girl collapsed to the floor, her weak legs unable to support her weight. She stared blankly at the shameful scene, her innocent eyes becoming hazy. It was the first time she had ever witnessed sexual intercourse; she was completely bewildered, staring intently, unable to comprehend how her mother's seemingly painful moans could be so melodious and captivating. The decadent atmosphere permeated the room, and the girl didn't even notice her underwear being soaked with love juice.

When her naked father carried her equally naked mother into the bathroom, all the girl could see was that infinitely magnified, thick, long penis!

The girl angrily took off her damp underwear, changed into clean clothes, and slumped over her desk, writing something in a locked notebook…

Outside the window, the wind and rain gradually subsided.

(II) Heaven and Hell

At 11:51 a.m. on August 18th, Lin Yue'er woke up from a beautiful dream, feeling groggy. The girl sat up, leaned against the headboard, covered her pretty face with her hands, felt the heat on her face, and sighed deeply.

"How annoying…" The girl remembered the spring scene in her dream, and blushed deeply.

Just as the girl was lost in thought, her father—Lin Zhengtian's magnetic baritone voice—sounded in front of the girl's door.

"Yue'er. Are you awake? Time for dinner!" The man pushed open the door.

The girl was startled, her face flushed, and she hurriedly answered her father, lowering her head and pretending to have just woken up, rubbing her eyes and avoiding looking at him.

"Hehe..." the father chuckled softly, walking to the girl's bedside. He placed one hand on the edge of the bed and used the other to pinch his daughter's delicate little nose.

"Little lazybones! Get up and eat!" the man said, looking at the girl with affection.

"You're so mean! Bad daddy! You pinched my nose again!" the girl protested, shaking her father's strong arm, but still not lifting her face.

Zhengtian sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with loving tenderness as he stroked her fragrant, straight hair. Just like her mother. The man sighed inwardly.

"Your mom said you start school on the 25th?"

"Mmm..." The girl lowered her head, obediently replying to her father in a low voice.

"You're going to be a senior in high school soon, you have to work hard. Okay?"

"Mmm..." The girl answered again, but still didn't look up.

The man was a little puzzled by his daughter's reaction, but still got up and left, turning back to say, "Get up! It's time to eat."

The girl finally raised her head, staring thoughtfully at the door as her father's figure disappeared. The scene from last night resurfaced in her mind.

How embarrassing... The girl covered her face with the blanket.

The family of three gathered at the dining table, eating silently, the atmosphere a little awkward. The girl picked at the grains of rice in her bowl, occasionally glancing at her parents out of the corner of her eye.

The man broke the silence first, placing a piece of lean meat in the girl's bowl and saying, "Yue'er, eat more meat; it's the time for you to grow."

The girl silently put the meat into her mouth, and her father's voice rang out again: "Tomorrow, your mother is going to England to give some business reports. She'll probably be back in about a week."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about you, Dad?" The daughter didn't mention her mother, but instead asked about her father.

This time, it was her mother who spoke up: "Your dad isn't going anywhere! He'll stay home these days and read with you! Aren't you about to start school? Let your dad take care of you more."

"Yes. I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately! It's Dad's fault!"

The girl nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—it was Dad who was taking care of me…

Because the typhoon had just passed and the weather wasn't very good, the girl spent the entire day, except for dinner, in her room.

After dinner, in the master bedroom, Lin Zhengtian helped his wife pack her things.

"You'd better not help me. You'll only make things worse!" Liu Yirong rolled her eyes at her laughing husband and said reproachfully, but her hands were not idle. She bent over and continued to tidy up the clean clothes.

Lin Zhengtian stood behind the beautiful woman, admiring his wife's high, upturned buttocks. A surge of heat rose in his heart. Recalling the passion of the previous night, his breathing became heavy involuntarily. Zhengtian couldn't help but take a step forward, wrapping his arms around the woman's slender waist from behind. He pressed his face against his wife's jade-like back and pressed his erect penis against her smooth, plump buttocks, rubbing them vigorously from time to time, seeking sweet pleasure.

Yi Rong stopped tidying up the clothes. She could hear and feel her husband's hot, heavy breathing, and she could feel the strong, throbbing erection behind her beautiful buttocks. The woman whimpered, "Don't bother me! You lecherous husband! What do you want?" Even the beautiful woman herself realized the provocation in her words.

She broke free from her husband's grasp, turned around, and offered him a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Zheng Tian greedily sucked the sweet juices from the beautiful woman's mouth, his large tongue domineeringly entwining with her tender little tongue, their lips pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to never be separated. The man's strong, powerful hands kneaded his wife's round, plump buttocks. Soon, the man was no longer satisfied with caresses through her clothes. His hands, nimble as snakes, slipped inside the woman's small panties, his fingers gliding over her fair, delicate skin like water.

Yi Rong, panting, broke free from her husband's passionate kiss, but he had no intention of letting her go. He immediately silenced her lingering words of "husband," and kissed her again.

He pushed her down onto the bed, the clothes he had been tidying were now beneath her body.

The woman broke free again, looking into his lustful eyes, and whispered, "Yue'er isn't asleep yet!"

Helpless, the man released her and rolled over onto the bed. The beautiful woman stood up, her face still flushed with passion. Biting her rosy lower lip, she looked at her disheveled clothes and scolded the man.

"It's all your fault! I have to clean it all up again." The woman pouted, her pouty face making the man smile—she really looked like a young girl in love.

Zheng Tian laughed and said, "You're the one who broke it! Don't blame me!"

"How can I not blame you? You insisted on hugging me…" The beautiful woman blushed, looking every bit like a spoiled daughter!

The man was delighted and laughed…

Lin Yue'er looked up from her desk, temporarily escaping her books. She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, stretched, and her well-developed breasts appeared even more erect. Girls these days develop so early! A sixteen-year-old already has a figure that rivals that of an adult woman. At least, Yue'er's bust size is no less than 32C!

Looking at the night view outside the window, the image of last night's lovemaking flashed through Yue'er's mind again, refusing to leave…

When the girl woke from her reverie, it was almost 10 PM! The girl was startled; she had been thinking such things for so long, and felt very embarrassed. But what embarrassed her even more was that—sometimes ago, the crotch of her white thong was damp with love fluid. The girl's face flushed even more, and she took her change of clothes into the bathroom in her room.

Chapter Two:

Warm water cascaded over the girl's delicate and curvaceous body; her flushed face and misty eyes made her groan softly. Just as she had taken off her clothes, the girl curiously picked up her underwear. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a small, slightly yellow stain on the crotch, with some slippery, lingering fluid. Was this her own love juice?! The girl had never observed her own nectar so closely before, and her face flushed.

Driven by intense curiosity, she carefully brought the pure white underwear to her nose, gently inhaling the slightly yellow stain—a fragrant aroma mingled with a faint, almost imperceptible, musty smell. The girl was deeply ashamed, her face blooming like a peach blossom. Like a wounded rabbit, she tossed the pure white underwear into her clothes basket. But the girl didn't know that what she considered stolen goods was a treasure to a man!

After taking a bath, the girl changed into pajamas with a cartoon rabbit print and lay on her bed. Suddenly remembering her mother's departure the next day, she walked barefoot towards her parents' bedroom. With a carpet, she wasn't worried about getting her feet dirty.

As she silently approached the bedroom, she heard her father's rapid breathing and her mother's soft, melodious moans. How familiar! The girl's legs went weak, and her fair face flushed red. She turned and fled back to her room, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it. The girl's breathing quickened, her eyes became hazy, and her clear, dark pupils were veiled with tears. It seemed as if the scene from the previous night was playing out before her eyes again—her father's strong, steel-like body pressing rapidly against her mother's soft, white skin…

That night, the girl didn't sleep well again.

At 9:30 a.m. on August 19th, the sweet voice of the airport announcer echoed in the waiting hall of Blue Sky International Airport in City A: "Attention passengers. China Eastern Airlines flight A3718 to London will depart at 10:00 a.m. Please proceed to the first check-in gate."

Liu Yirong reluctantly kissed her husband and daughter goodbye, then turned and walked towards the check-in gate with her colleagues, turning back every three steps.

Yue'er nestled in her father's arms, waving to her receding mother. Lin Zhengtian held his daughter in his right arm, his left hand hanging limply at his side, his face ashen as he watched his beautiful wife's figure disappear into the crowd…

"Yue'er, let's go home!" Zhengtian said, pulling the girl along as they walked out of the waiting hall.

In Zhengtian's car, the girl remained silent. Zhengtian checked his watch and said to the girl, "It's still early. Let me take you shopping for clothes!"

The girl nodded, a hint of excitement on her face.

The man looked at the girl and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to care about his daughter as much as before! Since his wife returned to the country, he hadn't spent much time with his daughter, always busy with his career. The last time he had accompanied the girl shopping was when she was in her third year of junior high school, when he went to buy books with her. Back then, the girl was just a little rascal, but now she's grown into a graceful young woman.

The man stroked his clean-shaven chin, wondering if he was getting old. He was only thirty-two, yet he had a sixteen-year-old daughter—it was unbelievable! Marriage and children shouldn't be so early!

The man and girl walked along the commercial pedestrian street, their moods completely different. The girl was beaming, showing no trace of her previous silence. The man, expressionless, carried bags in both hands, his heart heavy. Women, young and old, are tigers! Although his daughter was only sixteen, her shopping skills were no less than her mother's, perhaps even surpassing hers! The man felt he could never keep up with the girl's nimble steps.

Lin Zhengtian felt a little helpless, but more than that, he was filled with emotion—his daughter had grown up! She really had! Just now, she had insisted on dragging him to buy women's lingerie. Sigh! The saleswoman's gaze was like—like that of the Big Bad Wolf trying to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood! When the girl picked out a set of sexy pink lace lingerie, and he felt it was too sexy and refused, the saleswoman's words still infuriated him—"Your girlfriend has a great figure and is beautiful; this will definitely suit her perfectly!" What was that all about?! Before the man could even speak, the girl insisted on buying it!

Reluctantly, he led his satisfied daughter out of the mall.

The man looked at his daughter beside him, her face beaming with joy, and was somewhat surprised—a sixteen-year-old girl, only 1.65 meters tall, yet possessing an enviable figure of 32C-22-33. Truly astonishing!

"Lin Yue!" A slightly more mature-looking girl waved happily at Yue'er from the other side of the street.

Beside her was a young man in his early twenties dressed in a frivolous manner.

The man's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing slightly. Although he didn't know who the girl greeting his daughter was, judging from the thug-like young man beside her, he figured he wasn't anyone good.

The four met in the middle of the street. The two girls chatted intimately, while the two men exchanged glances.

Suddenly, the girl scrutinized Lin Zhengtian, then glanced at Lin Yue'er, and whispered something in Yue'er's ear with a giggle, glancing at Lin Zhengtian mysteriously as she spoke.

"Are you kidding me?! What nonsense are you talking about!" Yue'er protested, chasing after the girl with a mix of anger and playful charm.

Lin Yue'er's excited expression and sudden blush puzzled the man. Yue'er glanced shyly at Zhengtian, then resumed chatting and laughing with the girl.

"Alright! It's getting late! Let's go home!" The girl's male companion interrupted their playful banter.

The two girls said goodbye and agreed to chat again next time.

On the way home, Lin Zhengtian drove, chatting casually with the girl.

"Who's that girl?" Zhengtian asked casually, not wanting his precious daughter to be influenced by bad people.

"Oh! She's my classmate—Zhang Shanna. She went shopping with her brother."

"Oh!" The man fell silent, feeling slightly relieved, but he didn't know the content of their conversation.

...

August 19th, 11:36 PM. Lin Zhengtian lay on his back in bed, smoking one cigarette after another, despite not having a smoking habit. A thin layer of mist hung over the large bed, but thanks to the air conditioning, the room wasn't pungent. Unable to sleep, and with his beautiful wife not beside him, the man felt a strange unease without her warm, soft body nestled against him.

A huge white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The thunder, though delayed, was deafening. The man muttered to himself, "It's going to rain again!" The

girl was startled awake by the thunder. The moment she opened her eyes, a bright flash of lightning illuminated her pale face.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The girl's scream carried far in the darkness, amplifying its terror.

Lin Zhengtian was startled; the girl's shrill voice unsettled him—his daughter was afraid of thunder! The man quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to his daughter's room.

The girl was terrified! Aside from the thunder and lightning, the room was flickering between light and darkness. To the girl, the thunder and lightning seemed more like the maniacal laughter and ugly face of a demon. Trembling, she pulled the thin blanket over her head, curling into a ball, shivering under the covers, murmuring, "Daddy!"

Because of her fear, she didn't hear her father's hurried footsteps and urgent questions outside the room; instead, she became even more frightened. She clutched the thin blanket tightly in her hands; it became her last line of defense!

The man rushed into his daughter's room, shouting, "Yue'er! Yue'er! What's wrong?" He walked towards her bedside.

The girl recognized his voice—it was her father! She dropped the covers and hugged her savior—her beloved father—struck against his strong, safe chest, sobbing.

The man's heart broke. "What's wrong? My sweet Yue'er, my precious daughter."

Hearing the man's gentle words, the girl gradually calmed down, but cried even louder.

The man guessed she was frightened by the thunder. He stroked her long hair, continuing to comfort her.

"Daddy. I'm scared!" The girl's sobs subsided.

"Sweetie, Yue'er. Daddy's here! Don't cry! Be good! If you cry again, you'll look like a little kitten."

"Daddy. I don't want to sleep alone. I'm scared! Stay with me."

The girl raised her tear-streaked face, and the man's heart broke.

"But that's not convenient!" The man stammered, a little embarrassed! After all, his daughter was sixteen!

"Dad..." The girl's sobs grew longer.

"Alright!" The man made up his mind! I'm her father!

"I need to change my clothes! Look, they're covered in your tears!"

"Carry me, let's go to your room to sleep."

"Okay!"

Lin Zhengtian carried the girl horizontally to his chest, and the girl wrapped her arms around the man's thick neck, her heart filled with happiness!

...

The girl gradually fell asleep!

...

At 8:16 AM on August 20th, Lin Zhengtian woke up from his sleep. Looking at the girl clinging tightly to his chest like an octopus, he couldn't help but smile wryly...

The scene rewinds to last night...

Lin Zhengtian had finally managed to coax the girl to sleep, and just as he was about to put her down, he found that she was holding on very tightly, making it difficult to separate her. If he tried to forcibly separate her, the girl would probably wake up crying again! Oh well!

He'd rather suffer a little himself! Fortunately, the girl wasn't too heavy, probably only around 90 pounds! What torture!

Lin Zhengtian didn't expect that even more torture was yet to come!

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhengtian was awakened by the girl's little movements while sleeping. The girl clung tightly to her father, her soft body pressed against his chest, occasionally searching for a more comfortable position. Lin Zhengtian felt a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen, his heart pounding with alarm. He immediately focused his mind, suppressing his desire and trying to calm it down. But the girl's fragrant body, coupled with her occasional small movements, made it difficult for the man to remain still. It was a long, long time before he finally drifted off to sleep!

...

Sigh! Lin Zhengtian sighed silently. Looking at his still-sleeping daughter in his arms, Lin Zhengtian had an urge to spank her and wake her. But when he noticed a faint smile on his sleeping daughter's lips, Lin Zhengtian's heart filled with happiness—what an adorable daughter! Hehe! She looked eight-tenths like her beautiful and charming mother!

The girl squirmed slightly in the man's arms, but didn't wake up. The man took a deep breath—this was too torturous! The morning erection typical of every normal man was now causing him immense suffering. The pent-up desire from last night had reignited, and seemed even more intense! His penis was already pressed firmly against the girl's lower abdomen. But her slight squirming had only made his penis even hotter and harder.

He wanted to push her away, but he was afraid she would wake up and find him in this embarrassing state. If he didn't move, his "brother" wouldn't cooperate, and besides, there was a risk of waking her up.

The girl clung tightly to the man, her face pressed against his chest. The man couldn't, and dared not, risk waking her and having her discover his indecent state by moving even slightly!

Fortunately, the girl shifted slightly, and the man breathed a sigh of relief; his glans was now in an "empty" spot. But he immediately realized he had relaxed too soon—his enormous penis was pressed between the girl's legs, and worse, she was clamping it between them!

The man gasped again, but his "brother" below ignored his superior's intentions, remaining erect and even more prominent. The man cursed inwardly. His hot, hard penis, its large, round head, pressed against the back of the girl's legs—on her delicate, tender anus! His entire penis felt as if the girl had deliberately tucked it between her legs! The man dared not move, hoping to suppress his desire before the girl woke up.

In fact, the girl had woken up the moment her father did! But she craved the sense of security in her father's arms and pretended to be asleep. And the man's unique physiological response made her even more afraid to move, lest her father discover her!

But the man's hot penis pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, making her body go numb and weak, leaving her with no strength to get out of bed. She managed to twist and turn, escaping the awkward situation and its relentless grasp, only to find herself trapped in an even deeper desire—it wouldn't let her go, venturing to her most private place, a place no one else had ever touched.

The hot shaft pressed against her smooth inner thighs and tender petals, and the girl felt as if honey was flowing from the deepest part of her body. She tried to extinguish the raging fire, but only made the desire within her burn even more fiercely! The hottest part of his penis was unusually thick and round, pressing against her most private spot—her anus, which was burning and softening from the heat. It felt as if a surge of heat traveled from there to her heart, melting her entire being.

The girl was utterly powerless; her fragrant, delicate body further stimulated the man's senses. He was tormented by both happiness and pain, teetering between heaven and hell. At this moment, the man began to hate his previously prized superhuman sexual prowess and strong physique.

"If only I were impotent!" he thought, unable to bear the torment, fantasizing and cursing himself, uttering these words.

The girl realized her underwear was wet and was startled. No longer daring to indulge in the sweet pleasure, she immediately pretended to have just woken up and pulled off the man. By relieving herself of her embarrassment, the girl also saved the man, freeing him from a near-life-or-death choice as he teetered between pain and pleasure, on the edge of heaven and hell!

"To be or not to be, that is the question!"

...

August 25th, Lin Yue'er started school.

August 27th, Liu Yirong returned to China.

And the first thing Lin Zhengtian said to his beautiful wife at the airport was:

"Finally back!!!"
Chapter Three:

The man's ecstatic words made the beautiful woman blush slightly. She didn't understand why her husband was so excited, nor did she know the torment he had endured during this time. However, Zheng Tian's eager expression still made her very happy. The two embraced tightly in the airport waiting hall, completely ignoring the stares of passing travelers and Liu Yirong's colleagues who were secretly laughing.

On the way home, the impatient husband drove with his left hand while his right hand groped the inside of his beautiful wife's round and smooth thigh. Liu Yirong couldn't resist the man's clutches and blushed. Today she was wearing a dark blue business suit, a V-neck low-cut jacket over a white collared shirt, and a short skirt that only reached her knees with slits on both sides.

"Smack!" Liu Yirong slapped the lewd hand that was running rampant in her private parts, scolding, "How can you be so lecherous! Focus on driving!"

Zheng Tian reluctantly withdrew his hand, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply—it smelled so good, he longed for that soft, smooth touch! The beautiful young woman was already blushing, desperately craving that hot, thick penis. It had been a week since they had made love, but a woman's natural reserve suppressed her true feelings.

"I'll deal with you when we get home!" Lin Zheng Tian thought angrily. He had been so pent up these past few days!

August 20th, 9:00 AM.

After getting up, the Lin father and daughter sat at the dining table eating breakfast. At first, Lin Zheng Tian was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted and ate his meal calmly. The girl, blushing and head bowed, ate silently, her mind replaying the wonderful sensations she had just experienced—her father's firm, thick chest muscles, the burning touch that made her blush, and the love fluid that had flowed from her overflowing passion. All of this made the naive girl's heart race! The man also noticed this—had she found out? Zheng Tian felt uneasy.

Nothing major happened at Zheng Tian's company; things were generally stable. He went home early every day for the rest of the time. His daughter was about to enter her final year of high school, and he wanted to spend more time with her in his spare time—this was also his wife's wish. On the 22nd, he received a call from his beautiful wife's older sister in England, who reminded him again to pay more attention to their daughter and said she had a surprise for him! This made the man somewhat expectant.

On August 24th, Lin Zheng Tian entered the house with a "light" gait. Today, I met up with some old friends I hadn't seen in years, and inevitably, I had a couple of drinks. Feeling a bit worried, I went home while I was still somewhat sober. Of course, it was a little later than the past few days.

Lin Zhengtian stood at his door, hiccuping, and took out his key to open the door, but it wasn't locked. The man pushed the door open without thinking. He took off his shoes and socks in the porch and went barefoot into the living room. The moment he entered the living room, his previously slightly dazed eyes suddenly lit up with joy. He saw his beloved, his charming and lovely sister-in-law, sitting on the sofa watching television. Although he couldn't see the woman's face, and even her side profile was partially obscured by her playful long hair, the familiar moon-white nightgown, her straight long hair, and her captivating profile convinced the man of his vision. Yes! It must be true! It's his wife returning; his darling sister has come home early! Could this be her surprise for him? The man thought to himself. She doesn't seem to have noticed him yet. Hehe! Let me give her a surprise first!

The woman sitting on the sofa suddenly sensed someone quietly approaching. Startled, she whirled around, only to see a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, lunging at her. The woman's soft, pink lips were pressed firmly against Zheng Tian's large mouth, her smooth, sweet tongue was wrapped around his large tongue, and he was sucking on her sweet saliva in large gulps. The woman froze instantly, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to scream. Her mind went blank, and she allowed the man to ravage her.

Her attention was completely drawn to the man's passionate kisses and heavy breathing. She passively responded to his actions, her eyes wide with panic as she looked at her beloved—who had already closed his eyes in ecstasy!

The strong masculine scent mixed with the smell of alcohol made her head spin, disoriented, and felt the world spinning, leaving only the passionate kiss with the man before her.

The man thought the beautiful woman before him might be stunned, showing no reaction. However, her soft pink lips, sweet, lingering tongue, and fragrant body intoxicated him. He couldn't bear to let go, nor could he bear to open his eyes, for he feared it was all just a hallucination.

What an intoxicating fragrance! Hehe! Did you change your perfume? The man was very satisfied with his "beloved wife's" reaction—her delicate body, slightly stiff and trembling. He kept his eyes closed, leaving his "sister-in-law's" soft red lips, tracing her smooth skin to find her small, white, translucent earlobe. He gently kissed it while whispering, "Sister Rong! I missed you so much!"

"Sister Rong? He's treating me like my mother!" The girl was a little angry, her misty eyes quickly clearing, and she pushed the man away.

"Dad…" the girl drawled coquettishly, a slight disappointment in her heart.

"Dad?" The man was a little confused by his "beloved wife's" address, but he immediately sobered up, his drunkenness and desire vanishing instantly.

"Moon...you...what are you doing here?" the man stammered, his flushed face making the girl both amused and annoyed.

"Watching TV! You've been drinking again." The girl quickly covered for her father.

"Yes! Yes! I had dinner with some old friends today." The man answered hurriedly, "I went to take a shower." After saying that, he rushed upstairs as if fleeing.

The girl watched the man's flustered figure disappear, a strange light flashing in her eyes as she recalled the sweet feeling from just moments before:

"Ugh! Dad's been drinking..."

"He actually kissed me? So passionate..."

"Why didn't I push him away..." "

What? He swallowed my saliva..."

"He wouldn't let go of my tongue, it was so tight..."

"He's so domineering! But I like this feeling..."

"My first kiss..."

The girl's eyes quickly dimmed, as if she was remembering something else.

Cool water splashed on his face as he vigorously rubbed it, shaking his damp hair. What was wrong with him? Had he lost control while drunk? Luckily, his daughter didn't notice! It was all his fault for drinking! The man blamed himself. But did his daughter really not notice?

August 24th, 10 PM.

Zheng Tian lay on the large bed, smoking. In the swirling smoke, he seemed to see his wife's sister's beautiful smiling face again.

The girl sat at her desk, thinking about what had happened that night. Those hot lips… The girl was a little lost in thought! Suddenly, the girl snapped out of her reverie, scolding herself: What am I thinking! How embarrassing… The girl was completely unaware of the ethical impropriety of her actions.

The girl took out her locked diary and began recording her feelings.

The car had barely stopped in front of their house when the man eagerly pulled his wife out and rushed into the bedroom amidst her coquettish whimpers and giggles. He gently placed his beloved wife on the bed and then hastily stripped off his clothes—leaving only a pair of black underwear, beneath which lay a large snake, head raised, tongue flicking, ready to devour its prey.

"Why are you so impatient?" Yi Rong was a little surprised, yet also amused; her husband's prominent bulge in his crotch stirred something within her as well. After all, she hadn't received her husband's affection in a long time!

"I've been holding back! Sister! My dear sister!" the man said with a pained expression, taking the beautiful woman's hand to touch his burning scepter. "It's so swollen, sister. Please rub it for me!"

"You rascal! You won't let me have a moment's peace since I just got back!" The woman glared at her husband, making the lustful man's soul fly away.

"Please rub it for me!" the man pleaded, not caring about letting his tired wife rest! He was about to explode, he really couldn't take it anymore.

Yi Rong's soft, nimble little hands released the man's swollen penis from its cage. Her slender hands gently stroked his penis a few times, then rubbed the tip of his tender, sensitive glans and urethral opening with her soft palm.

The man let out a long breath—it felt so good!

Zheng Tian sealed his wife's red lips with his, teasing her tongue, his fingers rustling over his sister-in-law's clothes. The woman readily complied with the man's advances, removing her clothes until she was only wearing a navy blue openwork bra and matching lace openwork panties. The man arched his back, burying his head in his wife's high breasts, his prominent nose sinking into the deep cleavage, desperately inhaling the alluring scent of her milk. His hands unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts. His thick penis, erect at a 60-degree angle, rubbed its hot glans against her delicate, smooth labia through the thin fabric, occasionally teasing the glistening red drops of blood. The overflowing nectar soaked her crotch, making the woman deeply feel the heat of his penis. The woman actively sought pleasure; she couldn't bear this torment any longer. The teasing of his glans, the electric currents radiating from her labia and clitoris, stirred her heart. Her slender, pale fingers slid down to the man's waist and grasped his burning penis. The woman felt the heat and pressure of his hot cock, the sensation traveling through her hand to her heart.

"Husband! Give it to me… I want it…" Now it was the beautiful woman's turn to beg! The man, however, was in no hurry. He was confident of victory, unafraid that the woman beneath him would refuse. Instead, he teased his beautiful wife even more recklessly, making her anxious.

"Bad husband… give it to me!" the woman gasped.

"You still have a pair of panties on!" the man continued, pressuring her, arousing her nerves.

"I...I...I'll take it off myself...Husband...my dear husband...give it to me!" The woman was truly desperate! She had abandoned all restraint, and tears were welling up in her beautiful eyes.

The man was extremely satisfied and stopped his anxious wife's actions. "Baby! I'll do it!" The man lewdly whispered in the beautiful woman's ear, blowing air into her sensitive ear canal.

Yi Rong obediently placed her delicate hands on the man's broad back, waiting for the moment of pleasure to arrive.

The man's fingers explored the beautiful woman's panties, the mesh threads covered in slippery love juice. The man's heart stirred, and his large, round glans, covered in nectar, rubbed against her vulva.

"You bastard! Give it to me!" The woman was getting impatient. Her sensitive nature couldn't withstand the torment any longer. Forgetting she hadn't taken off her panties, she lifted her hips and thrust upwards.

"Ah..." The beautiful woman cried out in pleasure, two glistening tears finally rolling down her cheeks. Her husband's large glans, through the lace panties, pushed forcefully, finally breaking through the fabric and penetrating her! The entire shaft entered her warm, slippery, writhing vagina. The man leaned down and gently kissed away his wife's sister's hot tears.

"Sister..." the man murmured in his wife's ear, but his body continued its movements, slowly and powerfully thrusting in and out of her vagina.

The woman felt like she was going to die; her soul seemed to fly away. Perhaps it was from being teased for too long, but the waves of sexual pleasure relentlessly assaulted her heart, making her breath catch and her heart feel like it was about to stop. The woman had the illusion of being in the ocean, a reef, repeatedly battered by pleasure. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's broad waist, her delicate fingers scratching bloody marks on her husband's back, her lovely white toes twitching violently.

"I'm...I'm going to heaven!" the beautiful woman screamed wildly, releasing the intense pleasure brought on by the overwhelming orgasm. The woman's body remained incredibly sensitive. The delicate stamen once again bit into the rounded glans, offering up her long-treasured nectar, allowing the unrestrained bees and butterflies to gather and drink their fill.

"Husband!" The woman cried, tears streaming down her face, as she tightly embraced the man.

The man was in ecstasy; his sensitive glans was drenched in the fragrant liquid, the hot, slippery fluid sending a shiver through his body and making his assault easier. The rosy labia gripped the shaft tightly, the soft flesh and delicate membranes inside undulating irregularly. The hot, thick penis thrust in and out relentlessly, the diligent glans tirelessly cultivating every inch of the vagina and uterus. The man panted heavily, the intense pleasure of her tight, gripping embrace making it hard to let go. So warm, so smooth, so incredibly pleasurable!

"Sister...you're so...so tight...your little mouth...you're so good at sucking!" he whispered shamelessly in his wife's ear. The intense penetration and powerful thrusts coursed through her entire body. She felt as if her heart were being ripped out of her throat.

"Too thick...too thick...don't...go all the way in...it's so long..." she

cried, overwhelmed by his ravaging. The man fell silent, sweat spraying across the bed with each vigorous thrust. He was nearing his climax; the prolonged torment of desire without release made it difficult for him to continue. His wife had already climaxed, and he was close to his own. The man thrust into the beautiful body beneath him faster and harder.

"Ah...don't...harder...harder!" the woman's cries were slightly hoarse. She knew her husband was about to climax; from the speed and force of his thrusts and the degree of his penis's contraction, she sensed that he was nearing his limit. "Husband...give it to me...I...I want it."

The man could no longer hold back; his thick, hard glans was about to explode. With one final, heavy thrust, he slammed into the walls of her uterus, his semen shooting like bullets into the deepest part of her womb. Countless sperm swam freely in their beautiful, warm love nest.

The woman's heart was shattered by the heat, the intense pleasure emanating from her numb uterus making her breath catch in her throat. With a soft moan, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted in bliss. The man lay on the beautiful woman's exquisite body, panting heavily, feeling the wonderful spasms emanating from his beloved wife's womb.

Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms...

Lin Yue'er was very happy today; she would soon see her beloved mother. She went home early, at 5 pm. If it weren't for her classes today, and her father not allowing her to skip them, she would have gone to the airport to pick up her mother long ago.

Yue'er was puzzled. The house was quiet, and her mother's suitcase and shoulder bag proved she was back! Had she gone out? The girl went upstairs to her parents' bedroom and found them asleep. Her mother's long, white legs were exposed, and a lewd scent filled the air. The girl blushed and went back to her room.

7 PM.

Lin Yue'er finished her homework and went downstairs to find her father busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron. He rarely cooked. Meals were usually prepared by the part-time housekeeper.

"Yue'er, dinner's almost ready! Don't call your mother later, she's tired and jet-lagged!"

"Okay," Yue'er replied to her father.

... At 3 PM

on September 8th

, Liu Yirong secretly went to her daughter's school to inquire about her recent studies. However, the news she received from Yue'er's homeroom teacher seemed less than good.

"Lin Yue'er's grades are very good."

"However, she's associating with some questionable people."

"She's not in a relationship, but she's very close to a problem student in her class named Zhang Shanna."

As the beautiful woman walked out of her daughter's school gate, she felt worried and a little annoyed. She hadn't expected her usually well-behaved daughter to have such friends! Yirong thought to herself: She couldn't ask directly; she had to respect her daughter's feelings and consider her emotions. Besides, things might not be as they seemed; at least not yet.

The woman made a silent decision.

After school, only Lin Yue'er and Zhang Shanna were left in the large classroom to clean. The two girls' laughter could be heard from time to time. After they finished cleaning, they sat side by side and chatted.

"Yue'er."

"What?"

"What did your boyfriend buy you last time?"

"I don't have a boyfriend! Sister Na, you're just making things up."

"Still not admitting it? Last time we were on the pedestrian street..."

"Ugh! I told you, he's not my boyfriend!" Yue'er playfully teased her, her face flushed, thinking about her father's embarrassment and the saleswoman's address when they bought lingerie...

"He's my dad!"

"Your dad? Who are you kidding? Your dad is so young?"

"He really is my dad!"

"Okay, okay, okay! He's your dad!" However, Zhang Shanna's tone was somewhat teasing.

"Ugh. Sister Na! He really is my dad!"

"Hehe..." The girl didn't believe it at all!

The two girls fell silent…

“Yue’er”

“Sister Na?”

“I’m getting married.”

“Married? Are you kidding me! Who are you marrying?”

“I’m not kidding! Really! The one you met last time…”

“Isn’t he your brother?”

“I’m kidding you! Silly girl!”

“But your age…” Yue’er hesitated for a moment: “You’re four years older than me!”

“Yes! Twenty!”

Yue’er fell silent. She knew that Sister Na had a rather naive past.

“Does he love you?”

“Very much, very much!”

“But it’s still a bit too early for you to get married!” Yue’er wasn’t sure. She thought of her parents.

“I’m pregnant! He and I both really want this child.” The girl, already a married woman, had a blush of happiness on her face. In that moment, she was as pure as a saint!

"So you won't be able to go to school anymore?"

"Yes! But it doesn't matter! We're getting married on National Day. Yue'er, will you be my bridesmaid?"

"Okay!"

"In water or in fire, my love will never waver..." It was Zhang Shanna's phone ringing. But she didn't answer the phone, just listened to the song quietly, then turned to Yue'er and said, "He's here to pick me up!" She stared into Yue'er's eyes and said slowly but firmly, "For what I love, I will persevere to the end!"

Yue'er didn't understand. However, she never saw Zhang Shanna at school again. It wasn't until later that she gradually understood the meaning of those words.

………………
September 11th

Yi Rong has been very busy these past few days, work and her daughter's affairs have put her under some pressure. She hopes to submit two satisfactory reports.

In the afternoon, she left work early, grabbed a master key borrowed from a policeman friend, and hurried home. She wanted to check her daughter's diary before she got home from school.

The girl's diary was exquisite, a small golden lock guarding the secrets of her youth. Several notebooks stacked together, neatly arranged, seemed like testaments to the girl's accumulated life experiences.

Yi Rong picked up the diary, feeling its weight...

Chapter Four:
Late Night, Lin Residence.

A pair of snow-white bodies were intertwined, writhing wildly, their lewd moans filling the air, making one blush.

"Husband... ah..." The woman's voice was slightly choked with sobs. Her round, snow-white buttocks moved up and down with all

her might, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat. The alluring scent of her body, the rolling sweat, mixed with the rising temperature of the air, filled the entire room with an atmosphere of debauchery. The beautiful woman was exhausted, and the speed of her buttocks' movements gradually slowed down, while the writhing and twitching in her flower path became more powerful, gripping the man with extraordinary pleasure. Zheng Tian knew that his sensitive sister-in-law was about to climax. Honey-like juices flowed continuously from her flower path, and the hot shaft of his penis was covered with sticky love juice. Her tender and oily vagina tightly gripped his hard, iron-like penis. With the beautiful woman's movements, her delicate pink petals were repeatedly thrust in and out by the large penis, like a mimosa.

The woman's slender fingers kneaded her high, snow-white breasts, her head tilted back, her straight hair flying in the air, reminiscent of a dancing night elf. Her slender waist was firmly held by the man's large, strong hands, providing her with powerful support and helping her reach her impending peak.

"Ah..." A long moan escaped her lips as the woman collapsed weakly against her husband's chest. At the same time, the man growled as he fed his semen to his charming wife's insatiable "little mouth."

"Oh..." The hot semen slammed heavily against her uterus, triggering another orgasm in the woman.

The storm subsided.

Yi Rong lay on her husband's broad chest, listening intently to his rapid, powerful heartbeat, her right hand tracing irregular circles on his firm, thick pectoral muscles. Zheng Tian held his wife's sister's soft, boneless hand in his right, while his other hand caressed the beautiful woman's smooth, delicate back, measuring every inch of her skin. Finally, the man's large hand rested on the rounded mound covered in fragrant sweat, continuing to test the amazing elasticity and tender texture of that rounded area.

"Husband," the woman said in a sweet voice, tinged with languor.

"Mmm," the man hummed through his nose.

"On the 18th of this month, I'm going to Europe for a business trip."

"What?" The man's face fell. He didn't want his wife running around all day, riding dangerously on a metal bird. It would be much more reassuring to have his beautiful wife's sister tied to him!

"What?" the beautiful woman said coquettishly, while also noticing her husband's dissatisfaction. "Honey, haven't you always been supportive of my work?"

"When have I ever supported your work? Unless you come and help me!" the man grumbled. The beautiful woman pouted, pressing her soft, snow-white breasts tightly against the man's chest, rubbing back and forth, her smooth, fragrant tongue gently licking his nipples.

The man's desire surged again. "Fine! Fine! Whatever you want! How long are you going this time?"

"A month," the beautiful woman answered softly.

"What? A month?" The man was furious, but it was anger, not lust. "Are you trying to suffocate me! You thought a week last time wasn't long enough, didn't you?"

"What do you take me for? A sex toy? Or a vase?" Soft tactics didn't work, so he resorted to force. The beautiful woman complained, her small hands pounding on her husband's chest. However, it all looked like she was being coquettish, like she was being tickled.

"Alright!" The man helplessly grabbed the woman's soft hand. He needed to vent his desire again. "You've already made up your mind, why are you asking me?" He rolled over and pressed the beautiful woman's soft body beneath him.

Yi Rong felt her husband's large penis, still inside her, igniting a raging fire again, but she still had something very important to say, so she quickly braced herself against the man's chest.

"There's something else I want to make clear to you."

The man was very dissatisfied: "What is it? We can talk about it later."

"No! Now. It's very important!" The woman emphasized. "I want to have another child."

"Why?" The man was surprised: "Why did you suddenly think of having a child?"

"It's all your fault, you bastard." The beautiful woman forcefully tapped her husband's forehead with her slender white index finger. It's a good thing that the woman wants a child, but this doesn't really have much to do with his own feelings, does it? The man was a little annoyed.

The woman rolled her eyes at him and explained angrily, "Our Yue'er has an Electra complex! Did you know that?"

"Are you kidding me? How could that be? An Electra complex?" Zheng Tian looked on with a surprised expression.

"Why not?! Have you forgotten our life before?"

The man nodded thoughtfully. "Then what should we do?"

"You! You're always so careless. Don't you even think about why I want a child? You don't need to worry about this!" The wife took over the matter.

The husband's slightly surprised expression suddenly turned lewd: "Sister. You don't need me to worry about this, but there's one thing I absolutely have to do! Didn't you say you wanted a child? Then we'll do it now..." The man chuckled lewdly and thrust his hips forward amidst the beautiful woman's moans.

...

September 15th.

Lin Yue'er hadn't been in a good mood these past few days—she always had those uncomfortable days every month.

5 PM. After school, Yue'er walked out of the school gate with a female classmate.

"Yue'er!"

Lin Yue'er and her classmate turned around and saw a mature, handsome man with a smile standing in front of a BMW on the opposite side of the road, his left hand in his pocket, waving his right hand at her. The girl's face lit up, and she responded.

"Yue'er! Who is he? Is he your boyfriend?" her classmate teased curiously.

"Nonsense! He's my dad." The girl blushed. "I'm going over! Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye!"

...

Lin Zhengtian watched the girl running towards him, his heart touched, and in a daze, he saw his wife's beautiful figure in her youth again.

"Dad. What are you thinking about?" The girl looked at the man happily.

"Oh! It's nothing." The man snapped out of his reverie and replied, "Please get in the car, beautiful princess!"

"Dad. Why did you come to pick me up today?" The girl sat in the passenger seat, looking excitedly ahead. "Drive!"

"Hehe! Aren't you happy that Dad came to pick you up?"

"No! Of course I'm happy." The girl retorted, "You haven't picked me up since the second year of junior high. Mom usually picks me up."

The man's heart skipped a beat: He hadn't picked his daughter up from school in so long?

Lin Zhengtian had come to pick up his daughter hoping to chat with her and understand some of her thoughts. Unexpectedly, he realized how negligent he had been—not caring enough about his daughter. The man's expression became a little unnatural, and he changed the subject: "Yue'er, how's your studying lately?"

"It's alright! About the same as before!" the girl replied casually.

The man's expression became unnatural again, because he couldn't remember exactly when the girl was referring to "the past." In his memory, his daughter had excellent grades in junior high school. But now she was a senior in high school! The man didn't dare to ask any more questions; he was afraid that if he did, he would feel increasingly guilty.

"So, how are things going with your classmates? By the way, what about that girl we met on the pedestrian street last time?"

"You mean Zhang Shanna? Sister Na isn't in school anymore! She's getting married soon?" "

Married?" The man was a little surprised. "How old is she?"

"20."

"Too young."

"She's considered young? What about you and Mom? 16 or 17?"

"Heh! Your mom and I got married secretly. Otherwise, how would you be here? Besides, your mom and I were childhood sweethearts..."

"Innocent childhood friends. Later, in an accident, Mom even donated blood to save your life!" The girl interrupted her father, "You offered yourself to her out of gratitude! Right? I've said it a million times. My ears are tired of hearing it!"

"Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'repaying with your body'? That's awful! How can you talk about your father like that?" the man said with a laugh.

"I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm an adult!" the girl protested, then continued, "Later, my mother went abroad to study when I was four and returned when I was eleven."

"Heh! You remember that well!" the man's smile was somewhat unnatural.

"From then on, you stopped caring about me! You didn't chat with me, didn't play with me, and didn't pick me up from school!" the girl muttered softly, but the man didn't hear her clearly. However, Zheng Tian could still sense the strong dissatisfaction in the girl's words, and could only sigh bitterly.

In Lin Yue'er's heart, during her childhood, her mother's image was vague; most of the time, it was her father's tall figure. The girl didn't feel much maternal love, and could only find that love in fairy tales. Sometimes, the girl even thought that a father's love was enough!

The BMW, sandwiched in a torrent of steel traffic, drove onto the Yangtze River Bridge. The congested lanes slowed the car down more and more. The girl in the car looked pale.

"Dad. I...I have a stomachache!" the girl stammered, her face turning deathly pale.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Zheng Tian didn't hear her clearly at first.

"My period started..." the girl's voice trailed off, finally becoming barely audible.

"Does it hurt a lot? Just bear with it. We'll be home soon." Zheng Tian gently comforted the girl. "Damn it! Why did the car in front stop?" The car in front came to a complete stop. The man glanced at the girl worriedly and couldn't help but curse.

A moment later, news came that a major traffic accident had occurred ahead, and the traffic police were handling it. It was estimated that it would take half an hour for the road to reopen.

"Dad, it hurts so much!" The girl's eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Yue'er, bear with it for now. We'll be home soon." Zheng Tian felt very sorry for her. His daughter was sensitive to cold and preferred warmth, but where could they find painkillers or a hot water bottle on this bridge, which was in the middle of nowhere? Seeing his daughter clutching her lower abdomen, her back bent like a shrimp, and two glistening tears on her pale face, the man's heart clenched, and he anxiously wrung his hands.

"Rubbing hands?" Zheng Tian thought of a way—rubbing to warm up.

"Yue'er. Come here." The man helped the girl up, held her against his chest, and took her slender, beautiful little hands, trying to get her to rub them together to warm her stomach. But the girl's hands were icy cold, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and she couldn't warm them up no matter how much she rubbed them.

"Dad. It hurts!" The girl's body trembled slightly in the man's arms. Although the September weather was still hot, the man could still feel the chill emanating from his daughter's petite body through her thin clothes. The girl had probably caught a cold. Zheng Tian touched the girl's forehead to check her temperature—thankfully, she wasn't feverish.

Lin Zheng Tian gritted his teeth, quickly rubbed his hands together, and then placed them on the girl's flat stomach through the thin fabric. Yue'er shuddered, her small hands weakly resting on the man's large hands, feeling the warmth emanating from her lower abdomen. It was warm and comforting. The girl couldn't help but groan softly; the pain in her lower abdomen seemed to lessen, as if it were melting. The girl was somewhat intoxicated by the man's embrace. The man's unique scent, the heat of his hands, captivated her; his broad, strong chest, his warm and powerful embrace, gave her a sense of security that even if the sky were to fall, she wouldn't be afraid.

After rubbing his hands together dozens of times, the man felt that the beautiful woman in his arms seemed much better. A rosy glow returned to her pale face, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Feeling better?" The man rubbed his hands together to warm them, then placed them on the girl's lower abdomen again.

"Mmm!" The girl made a lazy sound through her nose. She felt much better! But she didn't want to get up; she wished she could stay in her father's arms like this forever.

Zheng Tian's heart wasn't as anxious as before. The fragrance emanating from his daughter made him feel a little lightheaded, especially since he could feel the smoothness and amazing elasticity of her flat stomach in his hands. Even through the fabric, he could feel it clearly. The man's breathing became a little rapid, and his palms became hot without him needing to rub them.

Zheng Tian felt that his position with his daughter was a little ambiguous, and he whispered in her ear, "Are you done?" He then tried to pull his hands away.

"It still hurts a little," the girl's words dispelled his thoughts, and her small hands pressed tightly against her father's large hands.

The atmosphere inside the car quietly heated up.

"Dad! I love you!" The girl, her eyes still closed and her face flushed, mustered her courage and boldly confessed her love to her father.

"I love you too. My dear daughter." The man was taken aback by his daughter's words, feigning ignorance.

"That's not what I meant!" The girl became a little anxious, struggling to break free from the man's embrace.

"Moon, I love you! And I love your mother just as much!" The man gripped his daughter's shoulders, his expression serious, his words tender and affectionate, while staring intently into her eyes. The girl did not back down, her firm gaze meeting her father's.

"Dad. That's different! I love you the way Mom loves you. You should understand. I love you!" The girl emphasized the word "love": "I know you've been reading my diary."

"I..." The man was speechless for a moment.

"I know this is wrong. But I just love you, and I'm hopelessly in love with my own father!" The girl's face was already streaked with tears, her voice soft and low, yet her speech remained fluent and steady: "From a young age, I felt like a child without a mother, growing up amidst the discriminatory gazes of others. When I first started kindergarten, whenever other children mocked me for not having a mother, I would cry and explain, 'My mother is abroad, she'll be back soon, and she'll bring me lots and lots of delicious and fun things.' But no one believed me; they..." She always said, "Your mother's back, why didn't she come to pick you up?" I was speechless. When you came to pick me up, I cried and begged you for my mother, but you just repeated to me the same things I'd said to others hundreds of times. At that moment, I felt so wronged, but I had to hold back my tears. Because I knew I still had a loving father who doted on me. A father that everyone would envy! The

man listened to his daughter's story, thinking back to his past life, feeling sorry for his daughter and for making her suffer so much. His own eyes reddened slightly.

The girl wiped away her tears and continued, "It's good! Mom comes back every year, and she always brings me lots of gifts, but I don't want those toys, I want Mom. Her visits are always so short, so much so that before I even have a chance to brag to others about my mom, she's already gone! Time and time again, for seven whole years, it's just Dad and me during Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival. But I still don't cry. I think having a good dad is enough. Dad! I love you…" The girl was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Zheng Tian lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and wiped away a glistening tear from the corner of his eye as he exhaled smoke.

"Beep…" The car behind honked; somehow the car in front had already moved some distance away. Lin Zhengtian composed himself, started the car, and drove off. Only the girl's soft sobs remained inside.

The man felt a little stifled and rolled down the window. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the father and daughter in a golden light. Looking at the shimmering river outside the window, Lin Zhengtian was moved:

"How much sorrow can one have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

… In the days leading

up to September 17th

, the atmosphere in the Lin family was somewhat strange—Lin Zhengtian often avoided his daughter; Lin Yue'er remained silent; Liu Yirong's eyes held a lingering cloud of sorrow. Even during meals, the occasional eye contact or the clinking of chopsticks between father and daughter sent them both shivering as if electrocuted, lowering their heads and withdrawing their hands.

After dinner, Lin Zhengtian lay back on the bed after taking a shower, his left hand behind his head, silently smoking—he'd been smoking heavily lately. "What should I do about Yue'er's situation?" he wondered to himself.

Liu Yirong, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, drying her long, damp hair with a towel as she walked. A deep cleavage was revealed from the wide opening of the robe, causing ripples with the beautiful woman's movements. But Zhengtian didn't notice this beautiful sight; his mind was still on his daughter. The beautiful woman, with graceful steps and a fragrant breeze, sat on the edge of the bed, half her delicate body resting on her husband's naked, muscular body. Her left hand rested on his chest, her right hand caressing his face, her eyes fixed on his. She parted her cherry lips slightly and asked, "Are you still worried about Yue'er?" "

How can I not be? Last time you said you'd give her a younger brother or sister, is that even possible?" the man sighed softly, embracing the beauty in his arms, his large hands stroking his wife's older sister's back. The woman didn't answer, quietly listening to her husband's heartbeat.

"However," the man's tone shifted, "Sister, you seem to have grown quite a bit!" His lust rekindled, and his hands slipped inside her bathrobe, feeling the smoothness and elasticity of his beautiful wife's older sister's full buttocks.

"Ugh! You lecherous man! You were just saying you were annoyed!" the beautiful woman said coquettishly, rolling her eyes at her husband, but her body moved in sync with his actions. She understood her husband's intentions—to let her go abroad happily and not worry too much. Yi Rong proactively pulled open her bathrobe, her high breasts pressing down on the man's head. Zheng Tian rolled over and pinned his wife's sister beneath him, his tongue teasing her nipples, while his hand reached into the beautiful woman's dense pubic area, exploring its depths.

"Mmm..." the beautiful woman moaned softly, her voice tinged and trembling, her alluring eyes gently closing. Zheng Tian's nimble fingers parted her labia, his middle finger moving in and out of her vagina, drawing out a lot of slippery nectar.

"Sister! Look!" The man's tone was excited as he picked up a strand of silvery love fluid with his finger. The beautiful woman reluctantly opened her eyes, only to discover such a shameful scene. A soft moan of protest ignited the man's lust. He held his nectar-covered finger before his eyes, the love fluid thick and oily; he brought it to his nose, inhaling a faint, alluring fragrance. Unable to resist, he put his finger in his mouth, savoring it carefully. The beautiful woman was utterly embarrassed, her face flushed crimson. Although her husband had sometimes engaged in similar acts of "gentle sipping of the river water," she had never witnessed it firsthand. But now, his lewd act ignited the desire deep within her, her body instantly becoming hot, her snow-white skin turning slightly red.

"Sister! Didn't you want a child last time?" The man pressed his hot, large glans between the petals, rubbing and teasing her. The two bright red rose petals opened and closed with the glans's movements, only partially covering the tip of his penis, unable to hold it firmly. The man was patient; he enjoyed teasing his beautiful sister-in-law, watching the alluring woman's seductive expression as she begged for pleasure beneath him, his patriarchal pride swelled to its peak, bringing him immense satisfaction. Zheng Tian rubbed his honey-slicked glans against the sensitive, tender clitoris, occasionally tapping the tip lightly, making the already crimson blood appear even more alluring.

The beautiful woman was intensely aroused; her eyes were tightly closed, her pearly teeth biting her rosy lower lip, enduring the torment of pleasure. No! She couldn't surrender willingly. The beauty struggled internally.

The husband, watching his wife's sister's expression of unbearable yet desperate endurance, secretly chuckled with satisfaction. He bent down, lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and took her beautiful, luscious clitoris into his mouth, his tongue sucking hard on her clitoris, occasionally gently biting it with his teeth. The beautiful woman couldn't withstand such stimulation; her long, shapely legs wrapped tightly around the man's neck, her jade-like hands pressing firmly against the back of his head.

Yi Rong climaxed, accompanied by a long, mournful cry. A stream of hot, fragrant vaginal fluid gushed from her womb, which was immediately caught by the waiting mouth, half of it swallowed. As the afterglow of her climax faded, the man kissed the beautiful woman's lips, transferring the remaining half of his essence to his wife.

"Sister! Isn't it fragrant and smooth?" the man teased his beloved wife. The beautiful sister-in-law's face flushed, and she nodded noncommittally.

"Ah..." Another long, mournful cry escaped her lips. Before the beautiful woman could speak, the man's fiery pillar mercilessly pierced her lower body, entered her womb, and slammed heavily against the uterine walls. Without a moment's pause, the fiery penis relentlessly plowed the delicate, tight flower path back and forth. The beautiful woman's two rounded, jade-like legs were hoisted onto the man's shoulders, pressed against her chest. While thrusting his hips into her slippery vagina, the man kneaded her snow-white, high breasts.

The woman's hands gripped the snow-white sheets tightly, her bluish veins bulging and protruding beneath her fair, almost translucent skin. The tingling sensation on her breasts, the pleasure emanating from her vagina, the numbness and piercing sensation of her uterus being forcefully pounded—all these made the beautiful woman dizzy, her mouth dry, her small mouth open, breathing rapidly with fresh air, her fragrant breath wafting out.

Thrust after thrust, the man's pounding showed no sign of slowing down; instead, it grew more intense and rapid. The high-speed friction made the shaft even hotter, and the glans relentlessly dug out more fluid, hoping to extinguish the raging flames. The oily nectar, barely poured onto the thick penis, was quickly evaporated by the high temperature, a process that repeated itself.

The beautiful woman felt her lower body burning and swollen, an unbearable numbness, as if her delicate body and heart were melting and burning. She felt like a feather floating in the air.

The man's lumbar spine gradually went numb, and the blood vessels in his shaft throbbed and contracted wildly. The glans throbbed with pain, desperately wanting to expel the ungodly sperm.

The large, rounded glans slammed into the uterine wall again, a jet of scalding heat shooting out, burning the beautiful woman to the point of madness. She clung tightly to her husband, speechless…

Chapter Five .
On September 18th,

Liu Yirong left.

Lin Zhengtian felt a pang of loss, driving aimlessly back to the company. His spacious, bright CEO office was empty, not just the space itself.

Suddenly, Lin Zhengtian felt incredibly idle, uneasy with boredom, while the thick stack of documents awaiting approval on his desk seemed to mock him. He took out a cigarette, brought it to his lips, and was about to light it when he heard his wife's earnest words before she left: "Honey, smoke less, it's bad for your health. You've been restless these past few days..."

Annoyed, Zheng Tian forcefully twisted the cigarette into the ashtray, shattering it. He slumped weakly into his chair, covering his face with his hands... For the past two weeks,

starting September 30th

, Lin Zheng Tian had been very unhappy. Life lacked romance, work lacked passion, and he felt like he was in his twilight years. He came home very late every day, even eating out for all three meals. He was afraid to see Yue'er, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was afraid of.

Lin Yue'er had also been living a similarly monotonous and dreary life for the past two weeks. Now in her final year of high school, Yue'er was burdened with heavy academic pressure and a monotonous lifestyle. More importantly—she discovered that her father, who had always doted on her, was now avoiding her. Was she a monster or a demon? No. Absolutely not. Although her father outwardly avoided her, every night while she slept, Zheng Tian would tiptoe into her room, stand by her bed, and stare at her intently for a long time.

Whenever he left, Yue'er could always hear a faint sigh. Yue'er discovered this by chance one night, which filled her with joy.

At 10 pm, Lin Yue'er lay in bed, reflecting on the events of the past few days—yesterday afternoon, she had accompanied Zhang Shanna to try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos. Looking at Sister Na in her pure white wedding dress, Yue'er felt a pang of envy. However, the lingering sorrow in Sister Na's eyes puzzled her. But this was beyond her comprehension; her attention was already captivated by the pristine white gown, and she even fantasized about the day her beloved man would personally drape her in that beautiful wedding dress. Lost in thought, Yue'er drifted off to sleep.

A faint smile lingered on her pretty face.

At 11:00 PM on October 1st

, Lin Zhengtian paced back and forth in the living room, his expression serious, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with anxiety—Yue'er was gone. She had left at 7:00 AM and hadn't returned. Yue'er's phone was off, and she hadn't called to explain. This was unprecedented, and it worried Zheng Tian greatly. He had personally cooked dinner today, hoping to have a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter over a meal, but it didn't work out. Worrying made him anxious, and Lin Zheng Tian's mind raced with all sorts of possibilities—had she been out having fun and forgotten to come home? Had she run away from home? Had she been attacked by bandits? Had she been kidnapped for ransom? Just as Lin Zheng Tian picked up the phone to call the police, Yue'er returned.

Sitting in the car, Yue'er felt exhausted and just wanted to get home quickly, take a long shower, and get a good night's sleep. What had happened today surprised her, yet she could accept it with a sense of relief. The stubborn Na Jie had defied her parents' wishes and resolutely married the man they called a "rogue."

The wedding scene was chaotic. Yue'er coldly observed everyone's expressions—the bride's resolute gaze; the groom's awkward smile; the mixed emotions on Na's parents' faces; the groom's parents' somber expressions; and the various expressions on the faces of relatives and neighbors… Suddenly, Yue'er's phone rang. It was her father calling. Now was not a good time to answer the phone, so she turned it off.

When the farcical wedding ended, it was already past 10 PM. Before leaving, Yue'er tried to say some words of comfort to Na, who had come to see her off, but Na stopped her. She smiled through her tears, her eyes still resolute: "For what I love, I will persevere to the end."

Hearing these words again, Yue'er felt a mix of emotions, a complex blend of feelings.

When Yue'er walked into the house and saw her father's face, which was about to explode, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She silently sensed the tense atmosphere, like a storm brewing. It was her oversight; she had forgotten to turn her phone back on. Unexpectedly, her father didn't get angry; he simply asked her calmly where she had been. After hearing his daughter's explanation, the heavy weight in Zheng Tian's heart finally lifted.

...

Lin Zheng Tian lay in bed, his eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, as if a beautiful flower was truly blooming there. "Beep...beep...beep..." Zheng Tian answered the phone. It was Liu Yirong calling from England.

"Honey! Are you asleep?" The beautiful woman's voice was light and cheerful.

"Not yet. What's wrong? Missing me?" The man was in high spirits; he missed his sweetheart so much!

"Who cares about you! You're just being vain!" Clearly, the wife was in a good mood.

"What's wrong? Sis, is something happy?"

"Of course! Guess!" the beauty said playfully.

"You closed a big deal?"

"Yeah! And what else?"

"And what else?...You got a promotion? A raise?"

"You idiot! That's all you know. Silly husband, I have some absolutely great news for you!" The woman was very proud, teasing the man's appetite.

"What great news?" The man, going along with his wife's wishes, pressed on.

"Hehe...Honey, I'm pregnant!" The wife's slightly shy words couldn't hide her proud joy.

"Ah?!?!" All the man's displeasure vanished. "Really?! That's great! Sis, when are you coming back? I'll pick you up! Take care of yourself, and don't do any strenuous exercise! Also..."

"What did you say you wrote?! I just found out! There aren't that many taboos!" His beautiful wife chided playfully, as if she could see her husband's surprised face thousands of miles away.

...

"Okay, okay! I'm not talking to you anymore. Go to sleep. Goodnight. Bye!"

"Take care of yourself! Goodnight!" Zheng Tian reluctantly hung up the phone, a smile on his face, and rolled around happily on the bed like a child. He finally calmed down, planning to celebrate his wife's return properly. No! Tomorrow I'll go find my buddies and have a good drink! We won't leave until we're drunk!

While her father was overjoyed in his room, Lin Yue'er lay in bed thinking about the day's events.

Too many feelings overwhelmed the precocious girl. Yue'er's mind was filled with Na Jie's tear-streaked smiling face. "For what I love, I will persevere to the end..." the girl murmured, drifting off to sleep.

October 2nd, Lin Residence .

Lin Yue'er, wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa in the living room, watching television absentmindedly. Clearly, she was thinking about something. That morning, Yue'er had also learned that her mother was pregnant. Looking at her father's joyful face, she felt a strange pang of sadness amidst her happiness. Her father had made plans with friends and left early in the afternoon. Yue'er was home alone, reading and watching television.

After taking a shower, it was already 9:35 PM. She looked at the spacious, bright living room, which felt empty and somewhat cold.

Suddenly, a melodious tune played—it was the doorbell. Her father was helped home by a friend surnamed Wang. Looking at her father's intoxicated state, Yue'er frowned slightly. "Uncle Wang, how did my dad get so drunk?"

"Yue'er, your dad insisted on drinking! We couldn't stop him."

"Couldn't stop him? We just shouldn't have encouraged it!" That's what Yue'er thought, but her hands were busy helping her father into the bedroom and laying him down on the bed. After seeing Uncle Wang off, Yue'er went into her parents' bedroom. Looking at her father, still rambling incoherently, she felt both angry and heartbroken.

As Yue'er wiped her father's face with a warm towel, she muttered a complaint, "Why did you drink so much? Even

when you're happy, this isn't the way to behave. What a nuisance!" After wiping his face, Yue'er opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a bottle of hangover medicine, and poured out three pills according to the instructions. The white pills were marked with "ht".

Still feeling dizzy, Yue'er watched as her father finally swallowed the pills. A little incident had occurred while she was giving him the medicine—the usually well-behaved man suddenly hugged Yue'er and fed her a mouthful of water and pills.

Yue'er couldn't react in time and was forced to swallow them all. The man immediately lay back down, behaving himself. Yue'er was both angry and ashamed. She shook her head and continued wiping her father's body.

The buttons on his white shirt were undone one by one. The man's bare chest and strong masculine scent made Yue'er dizzy and disoriented. She hurriedly pulled off her father's trousers, revealing his bulging black underwear.

The girl blushed, her mind reeling. Her soft, boneless hands, almost powerless, used a warm towel to wipe her father's strong body.

Finally, Yue'er finished cleaning her father, covered him with a thin blanket, and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her father's face—the face she had dreamt of so many times—and whispered her innermost feelings, two clear tears streaming down her face.

"You rascal! Why are you my father? Do you know how much I love you?... "

Zheng Tian felt very hot, burning his heart with heat. His vision blurred, and he seemed to hear a beautiful woman whispering something in his ear. The woman's appearance was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. There was an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Was she his wife?

Looking at the girl's tear-streaked face, Zheng Tian felt a surge of heat in his heart. He couldn't help himself. Amidst the girl's startled cry, he pulled her into his arms, rolled over, and gently kissed away her tears.

A little panicked, Yue'er's small hands weakly pressed against her father's chest, her beautiful eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions—surprise, panic, joy, sadness, and anticipation… Zheng Tian was very gentle, softly taking the girl's small hands and placing them on either side of his body, guiding her to hug his strong back. The man's strong, powerful legs also sandwiched the girl's slender legs between them, his already somewhat aroused manhood pressing tightly against the girl's lower abdomen, letting her feel the heat, the firmness, the power.

The girl's small mouth was pressed against Zheng Tian's large mouth, her eyes quickly becoming dazed, unable to bear such passion. Yue'er closed her eyes, wholeheartedly feeling the excitement and possession her father brought. Her full, soft lips were forcibly parted, and her pearly white teeth were pried open—all because of the man's nimble tongue, which played and teased freely in the girl's small mouth. He was so shameless, stubbornly entwining his sweet, smooth tongue with hers.

The girl couldn't bear such harassment and tried to avoid his shameless behavior. But he still wouldn't let go, relentlessly pursuing her, and even forcefully swallowing large gulps of her sweet saliva. This greatly annoyed the girl, and she took the initiative to fight back, her sweet, smooth tongue plunging into the man's large mouth, engaging in a fierce struggle. Just when the two were locked in a fierce battle, Yue'er felt her Jade Maiden Peak fortress being attacked. In a panic, her small tongue couldn't resist and was captured by the man's large tongue, which gently sucked and licked it.

Zheng Tian's large hand moved up Yue'er's waist, tracing her smooth skin, and pressed against her firm breasts through her bra—the touch was wonderful, soft yet firm, with excellent elasticity, and seemed a little smaller than before. The girl's body was already limp and powerless, and in a half-hearted resistance, her nightgown was stripped off.

Zheng Tian's fingers slipped behind her back, removing her pink bra, and he carefully sniffed it, the fresh scent of milk captivating the man. Yue'er covered her flushed face with her small hands, and through her fingers, she saw her father holding her bra to his nose, inhaling it intensely, looking completely intoxicated. Like a startled rabbit, she hurriedly closed her eyes, her face burning like a blazing fire. Yue'er's body grew hot, a strange, subtly yearning feeling stirring within her. She didn't know this was the effect of "HT."

Zheng Tian tossed aside the treasure in his hands; more treasures awaited him. He leaned down, his large mouth once again claiming the girl's cherry lips, sucking in her fragrant saliva, savoring its sweet aroma. The man's nimble fingers played with her erect testicles, the smooth skin peeking out between his fingers. Her once pink nipples were now erect and hard, turning crimson. The man's fingers circled on her snow-white breasts, spiraling towards the nipples, but stopping at the areolas, only rubbing them with his fingertips to make them spread wider.

Yue'er's small mouth was sealed, only able to let out a soft, dissatisfied moan of longing from her nose. The man chuckled inwardly, finally granting the girl's wish. His nimble fingers gently squeezed her hot, firm nipples, sending a powerful electric current through her body. Her delicate frame went limp, powerless, even her tongue, which had been tightly entwined with his, was now at his mercy. The girl only knew to thrust her breasts forward, hoping for more caresses. Their

lips parted, and the girl was slightly startled as the hot lips left, but the man's next move explained it—a warm, moist sensation emanated from her sensitive nipples, as if they were melting. She forced her beautiful eyes open and found the man's head buried in her precocious breasts; the melting sensation was coming from there, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Zheng Tian raised his head, looked at his "beautiful wife's" delicate face, smiled smugly, and deliberately stuck out his tongue, teasing her bright red nipples with the tip of his tongue. This made the girl hurriedly close her beautiful eyes, but the image of her moist, bright red nipples exuding lewdness under the light was deeply engraved in her mind.

Zheng Tianjue's genitals were throbbing with desire, and the constriction of his underwear made him very uncomfortable. As he was removing it, he noticed a wet patch at the front. He looked down and saw that the crotch of the girl's pink underwear was soaked. The man chuckled wickedly, and his hot, large glans thrust and rubbed forcefully through his "wife's" underwear. The girl was shocked; the pleasure emanating from her pure vulva was both embarrassing and pleasurable. She dared not open her eyes, afraid of seeing something even more shameful. The pink underwear was pushed deep into her vulva by the large glans, creating a large indentation, held between her labia. The heat emanating from the burning glans, even through the fabric, was almost scalding the delicate, smooth petals.

To cool, copious amounts of sap gushed from the flower bud; the labia and surrounding skin, along with the fiery glans, could feel the slippery texture, growing increasingly wet and hot. The tingling heat made the girl reluctant to leave, even wanting to thrust her hips to meet the alluring pleasure, but she was restrained by her innate feminine modesty.

Zheng Tian was fascinated by the feeling of teasing his beautiful wife; he loved watching her writhe and beg for pleasure beneath him.

This time was no exception; he wanted to see the tearful, dreamy eyes of the lovely woman beneath him. With Yue'er's deliberate or unintentional cooperation, he easily breached the girl's last line of defense, revealing a fair, translucent, and curvaceous body before him. Although Yue'er was a precocious fruit, she was ripe enough to be eaten. The man couldn't help but swallow, relieving the dryness in his throat.

Soft, sparse pubic hair grew only around the labia, the pink petals blooming, exuding nectar and emitting a rich, sweet fragrance that attracted the man's attention. Zheng Tian couldn't resist lowering his head and taking the labia into his mouth, greedily sucking the sweet nectar. The smooth, tender petals felt almost melting in his mouth, and the endless flow of nectar made him unable to stop.

Suddenly, Zheng Tian's nose touched a slippery and warm fleshy mound, causing the girl to twitch, which he found quite amusing. A childlike impulse arose in the man, and while sucking on the nectar, he carefully tended to the bead of blood.

Yue'er felt as if she were about to die. The pleasure aroused by her father's lips and tongue had already left this innocent lamb breathless and her mind clouded. But then, when the man used the tip of his nose to tease and play with that delicate, sensitive clitoris, it brought her to the brink of ecstasy; the intense electric current almost suffocated her. Her slender fingers gripped the snow-white sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball, the veins on the back of her hands bulging from the excessive force, her knuckles turning white. Her lovely, white toes also spasmed and curled, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. Her shapely, long legs clamped tightly around the man's head, not allowing a single drop of pleasure to escape, while her clitoris overflowed with love juice.

Zheng Tian freed himself from the girl's legs, his tongue moving back to her nipples, his long middle finger gently twitching between her labia. Her passionate flesh eagerly proved its purity to the man, tightly enveloping his finger, welcoming its arrival, and then reluctantly bidding it farewell.

Yue'er panicked; her private parts, never before touched by anyone else, were being violated by her own father. Although the girl had already made up her mind to give herself to him, she felt a pang of fear as the moment approached. Actually, Yue'er wasn't regretful; it was just that the unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her bewildered. She didn't know if her reaction was right or wrong. Although the girl had witnessed her parents' intimacy and heard her mother's plaintive moans, she didn't fully understand their meaning. Moreover, the effects of the mistakenly taken "HT" drug had made her even more sensitive.

Zheng Tian felt he had been a bit too eager today; he hadn't even fully aroused his beautiful and lovely "wife," yet his manhood was openly rebelling, defying authority—his burning hot penis was about to burst with heat, desperately wanting to enter the flower garden to relieve the pressure. The man made a final struggle, his hot, hard glans pressing against the entrance of the honeyed orifice, drawing circles forcefully, while the surrounding tender flesh already tightly gripped his glans.

He whispered breathlessly in the girl's ear, "Sister! I'm going in."

Yue'er's previously hazy eyes cleared instantly. "He called me 'sister'? Am I Mom?"

Yue'er opened her beautiful eyes, filled with panic. She struggled, trying to push the man away, but her powerless resistance was no match for her frenzied father. With a low growl from the man, the girl painfully closed her eyes, two tears welling up in her eyes.

"Finally, I've given you everything!" Yue'er cried out in her heart.

The pain of breaking the symbol of purity caused her delicate brows to furrow slightly, but it was fleeting; the effects of the drug greatly reduced her pain. Soon, with the man's gentle thrusts, Yue'er lost herself in the sweet pleasure.

Zheng Tian thrust violently into his "wife's" body, feeling it so tight and warm, just like the first time. But the man's mind had long been numbed by alcohol and drugs, and he couldn't distinguish who the delicate woman beneath him was. He only knew that his penis was being squeezed tightly, the pressure inside her vagina was immense, and his glans felt like it was about to burst. He barely suppressed the urge to attack forcefully, gently using the "nine shallow, one deep" method to relieve the tension in her flower path. Soon, a large amount of ghee-like nectar gushed out, and Zheng Tian felt that he could reach the deepest point very quickly. He could no longer suppress his burgeoning desire and thrust his hips powerfully, each time going all the way in, remembering the flesh.

Yue'er, who was immersed in the gentle possessiveness and pleasure, quietly placed her round and slender legs on her father's waist. The man's sudden passion made her a little uncomfortable. Her delicate flower was forcibly forced open, and the hard and large glans pounded against her uterus, making her heart tremble and her mind wander. Pleasure surged like waves, and her tender uterus could not withstand such ravages, becoming numb and convulsing.

"Ah..." With Yue'er's scream, she ushered in her first orgasm. The intense convulsions trapped the man's glans in her uterus, and the end of the cervix tightly gripped the fleshy ridge on the glans. The man's forceful thrusts caused the entire uterus to convulse even more tightly and intensely. In the continuous pleasure, Yue'er welcomed wave after wave of orgasms.

She was far too sensitive. The pleasure her father brought her was indescribable.

"Ah...ah...ah..." After a long moan, Yue'er couldn't help but experience repeated orgasms and fainted in bliss.

The man was very pleased, remaining still and waiting for the girl's body to calm down. He was also enjoying himself; the feeling of her flower path rapidly writhing and clamping was unprecedented. Fortunately, he was experienced in many battles, otherwise, he would have been completely defeated.

The girl remained unconscious, but her flower path continued to writhe. Zheng Tianjue felt that his "wife" beneath him could receive lovemaking again. He wrapped the beauty's jade legs around his waist, placed a pillow behind his "wife's" back, leaned against the headboard, and knelt down, cupping her smooth, round buttocks in his hands—they seemed a little thinner. The man planned to awaken the sleeping girl in his arms with a storm of sex, going straight for the kill, his glans pounding forcefully against the uterine wall. The girl's hands limply rested on her father's neck, her breasts heaving in dazzling waves.

"Oh...oh...no...ah...harder..." With soft moans, Yue'er slowly awoke, the sweet pleasure still filling her nerves and brain, the intense sexual signals waking her from her unconsciousness.

Yue'er weakly opened her eyes, finding her private parts being forcefully pounded by her father's thick, hot penis. Her snow-white belly bulged and flattened, her rosy labia opening and closing with each thrust, glistening love juice spraying like raindrops, soaking the point where they were joined and wetting the pristine white sheets beneath her—the peach petals on them made the girl realize she had completely become a woman!

Her father's sweat dripped onto his daughter's snow-white breasts, mingling with Yue'er's fragrant perspiration, slowly flowing down her flushed body. Her clitoris, above her labia, was constantly teased and rubbed by the man's pubic hair, becoming even more crimson and alluring. Her father's thrusts became faster and more powerful, and he too soon reached orgasm. Yue'er felt the throbbing pillar of fire within her swell, growing thicker, longer, and hotter.

"No...no..." Yue'er cried out as a stream of scalding semen splattered against her uterine wall, simultaneously triggering another orgasm. The two streams of heat surged and merged within her womb.

One night, the spring breeze repeatedly touched her jade gate.

Around 8:00 AM on October 3rd...

Lin Zhengtian woke up, but didn't open his eyes, caressing the beautiful woman in his arms. He had a dream last night—that his wife had returned and they had made love several times. Upon waking, the warm, soft body in his arms seemed to confirm his dream. He and she were still intimately connected, his hot penis still inside her, his morning erection radiating energy, her honeyed orifice unusually tight!

Zhengtian couldn't help but thrust, and after only a few moments, he heard the woman's moans: "Dad...no more...

it hurts...no more..."

"Dad?" Lin Zhengtian woke with a start, opening his eyes to find that the "wife" in his arms was actually his beloved daughter—Lin Yue'er.

"Ah..." A howl like a wild beast echoed throughout the Lin residence.

On

the morning of October 19th,

Liu Yirong returned to China via Hongqiao International Airport in City A.

When she saw her husband and daughter waiting to greet her with a smile, she was stunned—both father and daughter looked haggard and thin, their eyes filled with exhaustion, unease, and apology.

On the night of October 9th

, the living room of the Lin residence was brightly lit. The family of three sat scattered on the sofa, Liu Yirong in the center, with the Lin father and daughter on either side, forming an equilateral triangle—for each person, the distance between them was equal, representing their closest loved ones. Having to choose between two options was undoubtedly a painful and helpless situation.

Silence, and more silence, seemed destined to continue indefinitely. Liu Yirong was in utter agony. She had already figured out a way to resolve the situation, but unexpectedly, such a thing had happened in the short month she had been gone. Both sides were her closest and dearest relatives; any choice she made would cause immense harm to the other, and she herself would be the most direct victim. Yirong's heart was breaking, her mind in turmoil. Suddenly, she stood up and, under the anxious gazes of her father and daughter, went upstairs to her bedroom.

The living room remained silent, the scene awkward. After a long while, Yue'er sighed softly, her heart heavy with sorrow. She stood up, turned, and went upstairs as well, wanting to comfort her wounded mother. Zheng Tian lowered his head, cupping his face in his hands, lost in thought…

Yi Rong turned on the tap, the cool water splashing on her face. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she smiled bitterly. Cold water mixed with tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the surface of the pool, creating a few ripples. In the mirror, the woman's eyes revealed a mixture of love, hate, lingering affection, and farewell. A trembling, slender hand reached for the razor blade resting by the pool…

“Ah…” Yue’er’s piercing scream echoed throughout the Lin residence, reaching outside.

In the corridor outside the emergency room of the First People’s Hospital of City A.

Lin Zhengtian sat in the chair, filled with remorse, his hands tucked into his hair, gripping it tightly and loosely. Yue'er sat beside him, sobbing softly. Liu Yirong had been in the emergency room for nearly ten minutes, the red indicator light flashing. Just as the Lin father and daughter waited anxiously, a doctor came out of the emergency room, and the father and daughter quickly got up to greet him.

"Doctor, how is she? Is my wife out of danger?"

"The patient is temporarily stable, but she has lost a lot of blood, and the blood bank doesn't have much plasma of her type. She needs a blood transfusion from her family. Which of you has the same blood type as her?" "

I do! I have the same blood type as her." Lin Zhengtian remembered an incident from years ago, when he was saved by his wife's blood transfusion, and it was a very rare blood type.

"Me too," Yue'er chimed in.

"Then come with us."

...

Lin Zhengtian, pale and unsteady on his feet, stumbled back to the corridor outside the emergency room and sat down again. Lin Yue'er was still receiving a blood transfusion, but the man couldn't wait to return to his wife's side—he wanted to stay by her side.
"I really don't know how you act as a parent. Your child is pregnant, and you still let her receive a blood transfusion? You almost caused her death!" The doctor from before stood in front of Lin Zhengtian, his eyes filled with anger.

"What?" Lin Zhengtian was struck again and stood up abruptly. He was unaware that Yue'er had kept it from her father. "How is she? Where is she? I want to see her." "She

's alright now. It was just shock caused by blood loss." The doctor's eyes were filled with pity.

Just then, a nurse ran out of the emergency room. Lin Zhengtian hurriedly stopped her: "How is she?"

"She's in critical condition. The patient has lost too much blood, her blood pressure is too low, and she has heart failure." The nurse immediately ran away.

Lin Zhengtian shook his head vigorously to compose himself, but after being repeatedly struck down, he collapsed at the doctor's call.

...

The following year, at the A City Cemetery,

"The rain falls in torrents on Qingming Festival, and the travelers on the road are heartbroken"—it was the time of Cold Food Festival again, with spring rain slanting down. In the cold wind and drizzle, Lin Zhengtian, holding flowers, stood before a tombstone, braving the wind and rain.

He bent down, placed the flowers before the grave, stared at the tombstone for a long while, and his deep, magnetic voice rang out: "I have found the best resting place!"

In the misty rain, the man's figure gradually receded into the distance. He walked steadily, his posture still upright, undeterred by the wind and rain.

The flowers before the grave had been battered by the wind and rain; their delicate petals drifted in the air and scattered on the ground…

Chapter Six:

Lin Zhengtian strolled along the mountain path. The entire stone-paved path was wet, flanked by towering, verdant pines and cypresses. The wind and rain blew, carrying with them the rustling sound of leaves rubbing together. Zhengtian enjoyed the scenery, pausing to listen to the rain, a look of contentment on his face, his mind at peace. For a long time, the wind and rain continued, the pine trees rustling in the breeze, but no one was to be seen.

When Lin Zhengtian finally stepped out of the cemetery gate, it was nearly noon. The rear window of a black BMW slowly rolled down, revealing two beautiful faces, both happy and reproachful. The man's heart warmed, and he quickened his pace toward the car. He opened the door, and just as he sat down, a pair of slender, fair hands rested on his shoulders from behind, helping him remove his half-dampened suit jacket.

"Why did you take so long?" A gentle, clear voice rang out; it was Liu Yirong. She casually placed the wet clothes on the passenger seat. The man looked at the beautiful woman with gentle eyes, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took her other pair of slender wrists in his own—Yue'er wrapped her arms around her father's neck from behind, smiling like a silver bell.

"I think they're doing well, peacefully! Sister, how long have we known each other? Nineteen years, right?" The man's tone was slow and low, firm yet tinged with sadness.

"Yes! Nineteen years," the beautiful woman said softly, her eyes gentle.

Yue'er's warm lips kissed her father's and mother's cheeks respectively, and she said with a grin, "Dad! Mom! I'm so hungry. Let's go home for dinner." She then gently stroked her protruding belly a few times with her small hands.

Zheng Tian's gaze softened with tenderness and affection as he watched the girl's movements. His eyes shifted from his daughter to his wife, who was also heavily pregnant, and then to her beautiful face. The man smiled, a smile of contentment and happiness.

"Let's go home for dinner!" Zheng Tian started the car, turned the steering wheel, and the BMW moved smoothly along the highway.

The beautiful mother and daughter, two charming and adorable pregnant women with languid expressions, whispered and laughed, occasionally stuffing slices of fruit into the man's mouth.

After the "suicide attempt," his gentle wife's older sister forgave his relationship with his daughter, and after learning of the girl's pregnancy and her determination to protect the unborn child, she to some extent tacitly approved of the relationship. Lin Yue'er also dropped out of school to focus on waiting for the baby's birth.

Zheng Tian was somewhat surprised by his wife's change, but he didn't want to say anything more. He also didn't want either of the two women he loved to be hurt again, so he naturally accepted the outcome.

During the Qingming Festival, he took his wife and daughter to pay respects to his deceased parents—nineteen years ago, in a car accident, Lin Zhengtian's parents lost their lives protecting their son. In that accident, Lin Zhengtian lost his parents, but he gained a woman who truly entered his life, a woman who saved his life with her blood, a woman who deeply loved him, a woman he deeply loved—Liu Yirong. Because of the wind and rain, he left his pregnant mother and daughter in the car while he paid respects to his parents alone.

Standing before his parents' joint grave, as he saw their still-youthful faces on the tombstone, he recalled his mother's eyes, which lingered open in her final moments, filled with worry for him. Moved, he uttered the words, "I have found the best resting place!"

Driving at the time, Zheng Tian saw two radiant, maternal faces in his rearview mirror and smiled contentedly.

On Sunday afternoon, March 26th

, Lin Zheng Tian accompanied his wife and daughter to a shopping mall to buy baby supplies. Seeing many children happily buying snacks and toys with their parents, and looking at his expectant wife and daughter, he felt a sweet warmth in his heart.

He followed behind two beautiful and alluring pregnant women, his mouth watering as he gazed at their plump, pert buttocks, made even rounder and firmer by pregnancy. When no one was looking, he couldn't help but pinch them, earning a glare and a playful scolding from the two beauties: "You lecherous man!"

Zhengtian felt wronged. Couldn't he even touch his own wives? This was outrageous! He'd been holding back for so long, it was driving him crazy. Every time he flirted with the two beauties, he was always the one who suffered—he could only look, not touch! His burning desire had nowhere to go. Sigh! So frustrating! When could he have two women at once? Lin Zhengtian fantasized in his mind, thinking of filthy things.

On May 12th, Liu Yirong gave birth to his son.

On June 1st, Lin Yue'er gave birth to a daughter. Fortunately, the child was healthy.

...

On July 1st

, Lin Zhengtian was extremely excited during the day. He could finally have his wish fulfilled—last night, Yi Rong had finally agreed to have sex with her daughter. Although they had been intimate since their children's births, the mother was unwilling to be with her daughter. Lin Zhengtian had long wanted to put them together for a "twin lotus" experience. What would it feel like to look at two almost identical pretty faces? Lin Zhengtian eagerly awaited the night. On the

night of July 1st

, Lin Zhengtian lay on a specially made large bed, with two beautiful women nestled in his arms, one on each side. The man's hands were restless, roaming and caressing the women's sensitive areas through their thin nightgowns, eliciting soft moans and gasps from both women, their eyes tightly closed, their faces showing unbearable discomfort.

Yue'er was relatively young, experiencing sex for the first time, and due to her pregnancy, she hadn't had much intimacy with her father, so she lacked experience. Lin Zhengtian, however, harbored reservations and dared not openly show affection to his daughter in front of his wife's sister. Although Yue'er was panting and her body was brimming with desire, she still managed to grit her teeth and endure.

Liu Yirong, on the other hand, was in a much worse situation! Women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers. How could she, in the prime of her life, endure her husband's caresses? And being breastfeeding, her body was exceptionally sensitive, and under the man's focused attacks, she was gradually overwhelmed. Unable to withstand the teasing, she was already overflowing with moisture, her underwear soaked through, as if water could be wrung out, and the fabric of her breasts was damp with the milk flowing from her breasts.

The man pretended not to notice, while simultaneously increasing the intensity of his caresses on the two women, his nimble fingers kneading the rosy clitoris with varying degrees of pressure. Lin Yue'er was the first to succumb, opening her beautiful eyes, which were almost overflowing with tears, her pretty face flushed, and squeezing out a heart-wrenching plea from her throat: "Dad..."

The man smiled slightly, letting the girl rest aside and watch how he teased the mature woman. He launched a full-scale attack on the beautiful woman.

Yi Rong was now in agony. In order to maintain her image in front of her daughter, she gritted her teeth and persevered, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, looking at her husband with resentment, as if blaming him. But the man seemed oblivious, continuing to tease his alluring sister-in-law. This wicked man had truly fallen for this kind of thing. Wasn't he deliberately playing a trick on her?

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth in hatred, her red lips glistening with desire, her jade-like hands wrapped around the man's back, her plump, snow-white buttocks twisting and turning as if both welcoming and resisting.

"Ah..." the beautiful woman let out a long moan, complaining to the man about the pleasure she was experiencing. She was already aroused, and with her daughter watching, her shyness and forbidden feelings only fueled her excitement. She felt a surge of heat within her womb, her vagina tightening, and she reached orgasm.

Amidst Yue'er's soft laughter, the man, in front of his beautiful wife, licked the clear, glistening nectar from his palm, lewdly teasing her as he did so: "Sister, so sweet and smooth! Yue'er, you should taste your sister's nectar too." The man deliberately replaced "mother" with "sister" and held his hand to Yue'er's lips.

Yue'er, her face flushed, glanced at her equally rosy-cheeked mother, closed her beautiful eyes, and extended her soft, fragrant tongue, carefully licking the love fluid from her father's hand—it had the scent of a mature woman, a slightly fishy and salty taste, and an indescribable lewd aroma. Yi Rong was extremely shy, her round, slender, white fingers twisting and pinching her husband's waist. The man didn't care, laughing heartily, and helped his wife's sister undress—her lower abdomen remained snow-white and flat, not rounded or protruding from childbirth.

The man caressed her tenderly, then bent down to leave a trail of delicate, passionate kisses. Inspired by this, Yue'er took off her nightgown, leaving only a small pair of beige panties, and moved in front of her father. Zheng Tian looked up, smiling at his daughter, and planted a deep kiss on her navel. The girl nestled her father's head, closing her eyes with a blissful contentment.

Yi Rong watched her daughter embracing her husband with such bliss, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her, but a certain bitterness. She gently pulled her husband closer, placing one of her full, white breasts into his mouth. The nipple was immediately taken in, pulled, sucked, and burned, waves of pleasure quickly spreading deep within her. The man suckled the sweet milk like an infant, while simultaneously playing with his other swollen nipple. He invited his daughter to enjoy the delicious treat with him. Yue'er hesitated for a moment, then happily took the other nipple into her mouth, once again experiencing the happiness of childhood.

Liu Yirong gently stroked the hair of the two large "babies," her heart calm and content. Suddenly, the beautiful woman felt a hot, round, hard object pressing against her delicate lips, slightly penetrating, then mischievously teasing and rubbing it up and down, occasionally squeezing the blood-red clitoris. The beautiful woman tensed up, her long legs wrapped around her husband's waist, trying to let that burning pillar enter her body.

The man ignored his wife's hints, sucking hard on her breast, filling his mouth with milk, and instead kissed Yue'er. Yue'er swallowed the sweet milk the man offered, her tongue entwining with his, milk occasionally spilling from her lips and dripping onto Yi Rong's full breasts. Her beautiful sister-in-law's eyes were half-open, seemingly brimming with tears, watching the erotic scene before them. Their lips parted

, both breathing heavily, reluctant to part. Zheng Tian, seeing his daughter's flushed face and closed eyes, a few drops of milky liquid still clinging to her rosy lips, couldn't help but kiss them away. Yue'er, shyly opening her eyes, her beautiful, shimmering eyes signaled to the man—her mother was still waiting!

Zheng Tian chuckled and said to his daughter, "Later, you'll be just like your 'sister.' Understand?"

Although Yue'er didn't understand, she obediently nodded.

"Then give it to me first," the man grinned wickedly, pointing to the girl's last line of defense.

What? Yue'er was mortified and had no choice but to take off her underwear and shyly hand it to her father. The man happily took it, carefully examining her crotch; it was wet. Zheng Tian couldn't resist bringing it to his nose, carefully inhaling the fragrance of the girl's private parts. The girl's face turned even redder, and she shook her father's arm, acting coquettishly. Zheng Tian's lips then landed on the girl's nipple, gently pulling and biting it, before sucking a mouthful of milk and transferring it to the beautiful woman. Yi Rong swallowed her daughter's milk, anticipating her husband's next move.

"Husband... ah... be gentle... ah... be gentle..." The beautiful woman had never expected her husband's assault to be so fierce, each thrust hitting her flesh, slamming heavily against the inner walls of her uterus. Her uterine walls and vagina quickly went numb, waves of pleasure washing over her, one after another. Before the beautiful woman could even savor the fullness brought by that massive pillar of fire, another violent impact came, even her moans becoming intermittent.

"Ah... ah... no... ah... don't... don't..."

Yue'er, watching from the side, felt her mouth dry and her body burning. She had never imagined that a man could be so wild. The thought of soon ending up like her mother made Yue'er's heart pound, her palms sweating.

The man didn't care about any of that; all he knew was to thrust harder and harder into the beauty beneath him. Today, he was excited, perhaps a little overzealous, perhaps his deepest, darkest desires had been satisfied.

Although the beautiful woman had just given birth, her vaginal opening remained warm and tight, seemingly possessing a spirit, automatically clamping and sucking as she drifted into a semi-conscious state. The man was enjoying himself immensely, even sensing that his wife was about to climax again—her vaginal contractions were increasing in frequency and force, and her beautiful eyes were rolling upwards. The man worked even harder, helping his wife reach her peak, welcoming the sensual excitement.

"Husband... ah..." the woman called out unconsciously in her semi-conscious state; she had climaxed. Soon, the woman awoke from her climax, her body limp and powerless, her beautiful, expressive eyes half-open as she watched her husband manipulate their daughter.

Yue'er was a little nervous, her delicate body helpless as the man did as he pleased. She watched her daughter shyly close her eyes, her lamb-like appearance filling him with tenderness. Her snow-white, high breasts were just maturing, her smooth, still-flat abdomen after childbirth, and her pink, dewy petals remained hidden, the scent of milk and her body mingling to stimulate the man's senses. As if sensing the man's burning, greedy gaze, Yue'er's snow-white skin flushed slightly and trembled. Just as she waited anxiously, the man made his move.

Yue'er understood what her mother had just felt—the fiery pillar thrusting rapidly and powerfully into her most tender spot, her uterus trembling from the impact. A tingling, numb, and swollen pleasure seeped into her bones, an itching sensation that made her want that thick penis to pound and ravage her even faster to relieve the itch, unaware that it was merely a temporary fix. A girl new to sex was no match for her father, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters. With a long moan, she followed in her mother's footsteps, collapsing limply on the bed.

Zheng Tian, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, continued his frenzied thrusting, hoping to induce more orgasms in the girl. Just now, when his daughter reached her climax, her uterus and vagina convulsed violently. The large glans of his penis was gripped and tingled by the cervix, and a surge of heat rushed to his sensitive urethral opening, almost causing the man to ejaculate. Fortunately, his experience allowed him to control the overwhelming sensation. The girl was already limp and powerless, but she still tried to arch her back and lift her hips to meet the man's movements. The flowing nectar covered both of their genitals. The scents of milk, body, and woman mingled and diffused in the air.

With a low growl from the man, Yue'er felt streams of heat shooting onto her clitoris, so hot that she groaned and climaxed again, her whole body flushed, her mouth wide open, and a strand of her hair damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead. The man gently brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead, and withdrew from her body.

The fiery pillar seemed unaffected by the ejaculation, continuing its triumphant 30-degree upward thrust, even nodding slightly, as if satisfied with its victory. The pillar was covered in a glistening mixture of fluids, and milky semen continued to ooze from its tip. Both beauties were captivated by it, their eyes glazed. Was this the wicked thing that had brought them such immense pleasure? Yue'er knelt up, actively grasping the hot pillar, rubbing and stroking it.

Zheng Tian was somewhat surprised by the girl's actions. He glanced at the girl, then at his wife—the same surprised expression, but with something else in her eyes.

Yi Rong didn't know what was wrong with her. Seeing her daughter sucking on her husband's glans, she felt inexplicably jealous, a mix of resentment and envy, but mostly a lewd excitement. That pillar of fire was simply too huge and thick. Yue'er's small mouth couldn't possibly hold it all, and being inexperienced,

she could only clumsily and passively hold half of the penis. The girl closed her eyes, feeling ashamed and lewd, actually willingly sucking on her father's shameful member, which was still covered in her own juices and her father's semen. Suddenly, she felt a pair of plump, soft flesh touch her lips. Opening her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy—it was her mother sucking on the exposed part of the penis.

What were she and her mother doing? The thought of her mother tasting the lingering nectar on the pillar made Yue'er's cheeks flush; it was her own nectar. The girl trembled with excitement, offering her mother the glans and arching her chest to let the man taste her milk.

Zhengtian, suckling the sweet milk, was excited but also a little confused—his wife's sister seemed to be jealous of her daughter's affections? She had never offered him oral sex. If that were the case, he would be much happier. Perhaps… the man made up his mind. He patted his wife's back, making her kneel on the bed, her snowy buttocks facing the edge.

The beautiful woman obediently assumed her position, her rosy vulva and delicate anus exposed to the air, gleaming alluringly under the light. She glanced back at the man. Zheng Tian was very pleased with himself. Holding his daughter, he took a deep breath of her breast milk, then parted his wife's plump buttocks and kissed her shy anus.

The beautiful wife, startled by her husband's hot lips on her most intimate place, struggled to break free. But the man wouldn't let his prize escape. "Smack!" A slap landed on her buttocks, creating a beautiful ripple. The woman was

both angry and ashamed, and she burst into tears. She couldn't believe her husband would hit her, especially in front of their daughter, and while they were naked. How could she ever face her daughter again? This was unprecedented; how could she not be heartbroken and weep?

Zheng Tian didn't care what his wife's sister was thinking. He tightened his grip on the beautiful woman's slender waist and slapped her repeatedly, causing her beautiful, alluring buttocks to ripple outwards—the beautiful sight the man had just discovered. Actually, the man's slaps didn't hurt much; it had a playful, teasing feel to it, but Yi Rong just couldn't bear to lose face.

As the man slapped her, she became obedient, her crying gradually stopping, and she even felt a little pleasure. A patch of red appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks, hot and tingling, bringing a slight sense of pleasure. She gently swayed her beautiful buttocks, attracting the man's attention. Zheng Tian watched, mesmerized and inwardly admiring. He kissed the troublesome chrysanthemum again, pouring his milk into his sister-in-law's anus.

Yue'er, watching from the side, was dumbfounded. Could her usually gentle and refined father be so "violent"? Only when she saw the snow-white milk dripping from Yi Rong's buttocks did she realize it was her own milk. Yue'er was extremely embarrassed but didn't understand her father's actions. When the girl saw the man get up and turn to her, she tensed up, wondering what her father intended to do to her. Was he going to spank her too? Yue'er was a little scared.

Zheng Tian sucked another mouthful of milk and gestured for Yue'er to kneel down beside him like her mother. The girl understood a little and quickly and obediently lay down, sticking out her beautiful buttocks and spreading her buttocks apart with her small hands, inviting the man to have his way with her.

Zheng Tian was very satisfied. He hadn't expected the girl to be so obedient, and the scene of mother and daughter blooming like twin lotus flowers was so lewd and alluring, dazzling to behold—two equally beautiful women, side by side, their plump buttocks raised, their dark red chrysanthemum buds finally ready to bloom, releasing milky white, sweet nectar from their pistils, inviting the man's favor.

Just thinking about this scene was exciting, let alone experiencing it firsthand! Zheng Tian was extremely pleased, his male chauvinism swelling to its peak, and his satisfaction reaching its zenith! This was a hundred times, a thousand times more pleasurable than last time!

The alluring mature woman's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, a low moan escaping her throat, her face showing restraint. The man had already entered her anus. Yue'er looked at her mother and took the initiative to wipe the fragrant sweat from her flushed face. Yi Rong opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes revealing gratitude. Perhaps Liu Yi Rong was not yet aware that she had already placed her daughter on the same level as herself.

Zheng Tian was almost overwhelmed with pleasure. The hot rectum was warm and comfortable, and the force of the intestinal walls' contractions was no less than that of her vagina, perhaps even stronger. The poor little chrysanthemum bud was being ravaged, stretched open and smoothed by the huge, thick pillar of fire right before his eyes, milky white fluid being continuously drawn out with the rhythmic back and forth of the pillar.

The man's entry and exit were smooth, and the beautiful woman's moans changed from unbearable pain to pleasurable enjoyment. This made Yue'er a little curious, did she feel pleasure there too?

The man groaned, tightly wrapping his arms around his beautiful wife's slender waist, and his hot semen all splattered onto the intestinal walls, shooting deep inside. Yi Rong's head was thrown back, her beautiful hair flying wildly, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly, clenched into a ball. As the man withdrew, the beautiful woman collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat and panting softly.

Yue'er's mind was in turmoil, lost in thought. Watching the milk and semen slowly flowing from her mother's stretched-open anus, she even felt a fleeting urge to taste it. The scene of their lovemaking had been too shocking for her. But soon, she too tasted the strange, swollen, numb sensation her mother had just experienced.

...

The family of three continued their debauchery, even the moon shyly hiding behind the clouds. Our male protagonist suddenly had this thought flash through his mind—this summer, the fruits are sweet!

"The End"

Chapter One

(Part 1) Wedding Anniversary

The beautiful woman sat on the sofa, absentmindedly staring at the television, aimlessly changing channels with the remote control.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..." The pendulum clock on the wall struck eleven times.

The woman slightly frowned, listlessly tossing the remote control aside, hugging a cushion, and half-lying on the sofa. A pair of long, slender, white legs peeked out from under the loose hem of her nightgown. A pair of flawless lotus feet, slightly crossed, their pink toenails shimmering under the light, incredibly alluring! One couldn't resist holding them in one's hands, carefully playing with them!

The woman on the sofa was named Liu Yirong. Although she was already thirty-three years old, long past the bloom of youth, the fleeting years had not ruthlessly diminished her beauty. Instead, they had added a touch of mature charm, making her look like a woman in her mid-twenties! Her long, slender, dark eyebrows, clear, bright black eyes, smooth, delicate nose, rosy, petite lips, and crystal-clear earlobes—all these exquisite features were perfectly set on her oval face. She was a beautiful and charming mature woman!

Because she was half-lying on the sofa, her long, slender, snow-white neck, coupled with the glimpse of pale skin revealed from the low-cut neckline of her nightgown, created a breathtakingly beautiful scene that would drive men wild and inspire envy in women! The woman shifted her body slightly, letting out a seductive moan, but a soft sigh immediately followed, puzzling everyone.

"Click!" The sound of the lock turning caught her attention. She immediately stood up, the hurried movement causing her breasts to sway, creating waves within her loose, comfortable nightgown—a truly alluring sight, making one want to unbutton the sexy nightgown to see what unknown beauty was hidden beneath.

The young woman, standing, was about 1.7 meters tall, her full breasts pushing against the nightgown, appearing to be approximately a 35D, the highest points forming two raised dots on the fabric. The woman was probably not wearing a bra, yet her breasts remained erect! The woman hurriedly stood up, intending to walk towards the door, but then paused, sat back down on the sofa, and hugged the cushion again, pressing it against her ample chest.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" A slightly magnetic baritone voice rang out in the living room. Lin Zhengtian—a mature man of thirty-two—asked, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the hanger.

The woman didn't answer or turn her head, as if she hadn't heard her husband's question, simply sitting there watching TV—the 11:30 PM midnight news had just begun!

The man raised an eyebrow, then a smile appeared on his lips. He took a brocade box from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, gently walked behind the woman, and tenderly embraced her. The young woman lightly bit her rosy lower lip with her pearly white teeth, her brows furrowing, a few faint lines appearing on her furrowed forehead, and her body stiffening slightly! She still ignored the man!

"My dear wife! Are you angry?" the man chuckled softly, "I have a client signing an appointment today..."

"I'm not some adult," the woman interrupted her husband, "I should be thanking you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come home and see us!"

The man continued with a smile.

"Do you know what day it is today?" the young woman scolded her husband!

"My dear wife! Today is our sixteenth wedding anniversary! How could I forget! Sister! I was wrong today!" the man admitted his mistake, but in his heart he already knew what was going on—no wonder the woman was angry!

Zheng Tian held the brocade box in his left hand, then opened it with his right hand as if presenting a treasure—a dazzling diamond ring, the crystal-clear gem seemingly emitting a blinding light, radiating brilliance!

"So…" the man paused, gazing affectionately at his wife's delicate face, and continued, "Sister Rong, I hope you like the gift I specially prepared for you!" With that, he buried his head in the beautiful woman's snow-white neck, greedily inhaling her fragrant scent, and observing her expression out of the corner of his eye.

The woman was already moved, feeling her husband's love; the fleeting smile in her eyes did not escape the man's keen eyes. The woman retorted, "You only know how to sweet-talk me with these things! You can't even bring yourself to make a phone call?"

"My dear wife! I'm innocent!" the man cried, suppressing a laugh, half-sitting up and loudly proclaiming his innocence, "Sister, your phone was off!"

The woman chuckled at her husband's teasing, giving him a playful glare, and said, "What are you yelling about! Yue'er's asleep! My phone died this afternoon!" At this moment, the young woman's voice softened.

The man took the beautiful woman's soft, boneless hand and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger, whispering in her ear, "Baby! You've wronged me! I want you to make it up to me!"

His hot lips occasionally kissed her rounded earlobe, his warm breath gently blowing into her sensitive ear canal, while his hands, however, wandered under her collar, ravaging her high, soft breasts.

The beautiful woman was aroused, turning her head to embrace the man's head, sealing his thick lips with her own, offering her tender, fragrant tongue. The man accepted her apology, greedily devouring his prize—her smooth, sweet saliva. His fingers, however, toyed with the woman's nipples, occasionally rubbing her tender nipples with his rough fingertips. The woman seemed to see her deep red nipples involuntarily harden and swell!

A long kiss ended, and the young woman stared intently at her husband's handsome, mature face, her eyes filled with love. She gasped for breath, feeling a passionate surge deep within her; her panties were already slightly damp! What a sensitive body!

The man, like a wolf, stuck out his tongue. The passionate kiss hadn't relieved his hunger; instead, it had fueled his desire! He flipped over the sofa and knelt before the woman! He unbuttoned the top two buttons of the young woman's nightgown, exposing her snow-white, high, and swollen breasts to the air! The man opened his mouth wide and took the already erect nipple into his mouth, teasing the sensitive nipple with his tongue, gently licking the areola and tip, and occasionally lightly biting the bright red bead with his teeth.

The man's left hand climbed up the other breast, while his right hand slowly slid down to the most private place between the beautiful woman's legs!

Yi Rong leaned against the sofa, her face full of unbearable desire, two red clouds already covering her cheeks! One small hand tightly held the man's head, while the other hand groped around on the sofa—when it touched the remote control, the woman gripped it tightly! Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently. Her delicate brows furrowed occasionally as the man's forceful caresses touched her, and soft moans escaped her cherry lips.

"Husband...no...don't...don't...too...harder...harder! Don't...don't bite!"

"Sister...smells so good...so smooth!" the man responded to his wife's older sister.

He looked up at the beautiful woman's aroused expression and set his sights on her again—lifting the loose hem of her nightgown and burying his head in her smooth, white thighs, his hands roaming freely over her full buttocks! Her pink panties covered her garden, revealing the beautiful shape of her private parts, but they couldn't stop the tender pubic hairs—a few soft, dark pubic hairs peeking out from the sides of her panties!

A small wet patch, the strong, intoxicating scent of a mature woman, drew the man's gaze fixed intently on the outline of her labia, faintly visible through the semi-transparent fabric! Although the beautiful woman's eyes were closed, she could feel the man's burning breath, and a strange itch rose deep within her body.

Suddenly, hot lips pressed tightly against her vulva through the soft fabric! The sudden heat, like an electric current, surged from her very core to her heart, causing her smooth abdomen to involuntarily contract.

The man took her pink panties, her slippery labia, into his mouth! He fiercely sucked at the flowing, sweet juices—the beautiful woman was already overflowing with love fluid!

Zheng Tian felt the fire rising in his lower abdomen growing stronger and stronger, soon to be out of control. Suddenly, the man broke the "passionate kiss" with the beautiful woman!

Amidst his wife's sister's reluctant sigh and bewildered gaze, he picked up the woman and strode towards the bedroom!

In her haste, the woman pressed the power button on the remote and tossed it onto the sofa. At that moment, the couple, too eager for their lovemaking to notice the weather forecast that had just been shown before the television was turned off—"It is predicted that the typhoon will begin to affect our city from 1 a.m. tonight, August 18th, and will arrive at our city by 8 a.m...."

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the woman lightly punched the man's back, scolding, "You rascal! Close the door!"

The man laughed heartily, replying, "Who would dare disturb our beautiful time?" But he still slammed the door shut with his foot, though it wasn't completely closed.

The man laid the woman flat on the bed, half-pressing himself onto her full yet delicate body. A delicate fragrance surrounded him as his eyes gazed at the beautiful woman's face, finally settling on his sister-in-law's red lips.

The woman felt again the deep love in the man's gaze, and also the burning lust in his eyes, like a hungry wolf—wanting to devour its prey, and she was like Little Red Riding Hood trapped in its jaws. But the woman was willingly being devoured by the man, without reservation!

The man could no longer restrain himself, his gaping maw pressing down on his chosen target—the woman blocked her soft lips with a single index finger. The man stopped abruptly, looking at the young woman in bewilderment. The woman felt the heat emanating from the man's lips, a sensation that ran from her fingertips to a deep corner of her heart, infecting her soul and igniting a burning passion within her.

"Go take a shower, honey! You're all sweaty!" the beautiful woman pleaded inwardly.

The man smiled casually, kissed his wife's cheek, and turned to walk towards the bathroom. As he walked, his fingers inadvertently touched a small, bottle-shaped object in his pocket, and a smile returned to his face…

Outside the window, the heavens suddenly changed their tune, thunder and lightning raged, and torrential rain lashed down on Mother Earth. But all of this did not affect the couple inside, immersed in love, or rather, they had already entered a state of blissful oblivion.

"Ah...husband...harder...harder!" Yi Rong cried out wildly, her plump buttocks responding to the man's movements, bobbing violently upwards.

Intense pleasure, like lightning in the night, ripped through the darkness, causing her vision to blur and become indistinct. The beautiful woman tried to open her eyes wide, but her efforts were in vain. At this moment, what she felt most deeply was the pleasure brought by the huge, thick, hot pillar of heat emanating from her honeypot. In that small space, the round, large glans was constantly moving in and out, thick, slippery honey-like fluid coating the shaft.

"Husband...no...don't...harder...harder!" the beautiful woman cried out incoherently, her brain firmly controlled by lust, only able to faithfully follow her senses and make physical responses.

Zheng Tian ignored the woman's cries, focusing intently on his task—each time, he thrust in and out fully, leaving only the hard, round glans inside the woman's moist, tight, and delicate flower path. With each thrust, the purplish-red glans relentlessly pushed aside the passionate, tender flesh within the honeyed orifice, forcefully ramming into the flower's core deep within the vagina, much like an ancient siege engine—struggling to break through the layers of tender flesh, penetrating the woman's uterus, as if entering a magnificent palace. The glans plundered wantonly, finally collapsing against the uterine walls due to excessive excitement!

"I...husband...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore!" the woman cried out, her voice trembling. "Give it to me...

ah...I want...to cum."

But the woman still couldn't achieve her goal. She had already orgasmed three times, but the man still hadn't ejaculated.

"Husband...stop...stop," the woman begged.

But the man completely ignored her pleas and continued to relentlessly thrust into the beautiful body beneath him. Actually, the woman wasn't truly unable to take it anymore; she was just a little puzzled: she seemed particularly sensitive today! In just over ten minutes, she had orgasmed three times. Each of her husband's thrusts made her feel utterly overwhelmed, waves of pleasure washing over her...

Soon, the woman lost that moment of clarity in her mind because her numb sexual nerves were sending signals of another orgasm. The inner walls of her honeyed orifice were already too raw to handle, yet it still writhed forcefully, making a final effort to grip the burning glans tightly, like a baby suckling, craving moisture. But what it needed wasn't sweet milk, but the man's essence!

Zheng Tian's large hands kneaded the woman's breasts, the soft, snow-white flesh changing shape in his hands, the white skin contrasting with the red marks. His fingers pinched the tips of her breasts with varying pressure, a sensual current surging through her chest.

"Sister… I'm coming… Get ready!" the man panted, growling. His

glans, originally the size of an egg, grew even larger, moving back and forth in the woman's rosy crevice. His speed slowed, but his strength increased. Clearly, he wanted to prolong his time. After a dozen or so forceful thrusts, the man could no longer hold back. His entire glans pressed firmly against the deepest part of the woman's uterus, and hot semen gushed out with intermittent swells of his shaft, hitting the uterine walls and warming the woman's entire body, rendering her speechless.

"Ah...ah..."

The woman was also aroused to her fourth orgasm. The intense pleasure made her eyes roll back, and the muscles on the inside of her thighs twitched uncontrollably.

The man's strong body pressed down on the woman, who had turned into a pool of spring water. His heavy breathing sounded in the woman's ear, and his warm breath flowed over her crystal earlobe, tickling her tinglingly! But the woman couldn't move, nor did she want to; she had no strength left in her body. Her delicate hands wrapped around the man's broad back, and the mist in her beautiful eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Honey! What's wrong with you today? You're so energetic!" the woman asked languidly, regaining some strength.

"Hehe," the man chuckled mischievously, "Want to know why?"

"What?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"Remember that glass of red wine I gave you after my shower?"

"You took some medicine?" the woman asked, beginning to understand.

"Silly girl! Are you belittling your husband's abilities? It was wine for you!" the man emphasized the word "for you."

The woman suddenly realized, playfully teasing her husband.

"Hehe," the man chuckled smugly. Actually, the woman was only half right; the man had kept the other half a secret.

"What about the medicine?" the woman asked.

"That bottle of hangover medicine you told me to carry with me! It's half full now, all the medicine my friends gave me today!"

"Your friends gave it to you? Why? And only half a bottle?" The woman was confused.

"Didn't I close a deal today? That friend was the matchmaker! So a few of us went to a hotel to have some fun. At the table, my friends bragged to us that it was incredibly effective for both men and women. So we each took a little."

The man took a white bottle from a drawer in the bedside table and poured out a few pills to show his wife—white pills with "ht" (Happytime) printed on them.

The woman chuckled and cursed under her breath: "A bunch of bad friends! A bunch of perverts!"

"What did you say?"

Zheng Tian leaned down and took one of the woman's breasts into his mouth, his nimble tongue lightly licking the blood droplets. His large hand reached into the path in his wife's garden, smearing the mixture of fluids and semen haphazardly. The man, with a cunning scheme, secretly focused on the beautiful woman's anus while simultaneously silencing his sister-in-law's cherry-like mouth with his own, trying to distract her. The beautiful woman, unaware of her husband's actions, wholeheartedly accepted his caresses and passionate kisses!

"Sister! Turn over," the man continued to coax his beautiful sister-in-law.

When Yi Rong obediently raised her beautiful, snow-white, plump buttocks, she thought her husband wanted to enter from behind, never suspecting that he was aiming for her alluring anus.

The husband was smug, getting closer and closer to his goal. The round, smooth, snow-white buttocks, the alluring pink anus, ignited a burning passion within him! The man couldn't help but swallow hard!

Hearing her husband's swallowing, the woman turned and gave him a seductive smile. Her expression was clearly alluring!

The man thought to himself—how alluring! Even a vixen couldn't compare!

Zheng Tian wrapped his arms around the woman's slender waist, his large glans rubbing back and forth between her vulva and anus, teasing the beautiful woman and retaliating for her earlier actions.

Yi Rong turned her head, her long, straight hair cascading down her smooth back. The woman silently reproached her husband with a resentful look—she shouldn't have continued to tease her.

The man was extremely pleased. When the hot glans pressed against her delicate anus, the woman realized something was wrong.

Her husband wanted to enter her genitals. No! It's so dirty there! The woman, psychologically repulsed by the act, swayed her beautiful, round buttocks, but it was too late. The man's large hands firmly controlled her slender waist, and his huge, hot glans was completely inside her anus. The folds around her anus had disappeared, stretched open and smoothed by his enormous penis!

The beautiful woman knew it was too late to turn back, and she helplessly accepted the outcome. The woman had expected excruciating pain, but after her husband entered, she felt no pain, only a strange feeling of fullness. Curiosity reassured her.

Seeing that his wife's sister didn't react much, and with his own glans being tightly gripped by her narrow anus, Zheng Tian couldn't help but thrust all the way in, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against the woman's round, plump buttocks, creating a beautiful ripple! The man's eyes widened. The tight, warm intestinal walls gently squeezed his penis, while the beautiful curves of her buttocks further stimulated his senses. The man erupted, his thick, long penis thrusting rapidly and violently into his wife's anus.

The woman bit her lower lip hard, her swaying breasts once again grasped by the man's large hands, which continued to play with them. A strange, swollen sensation came from her delicate anus, quickly replaced by a numbing and overwhelming pleasure. Her body swayed back and forth, her long hair flying wildly in the air. Her delicate body was penetrated, and the resulting bliss of being completely possessed by her lover slowly filled every cell in her body. All the nerve endings cheered with excitement, and even the circulating blood carried a warm current from her heart to spread throughout her body. The uterus, separated from the rectum by only one wall, could no longer sit still, screaming to offer its treasure and share the pleasure.

"Husband... Husband..." the woman could barely speak, calling out to her lover with a sob in her voice.

The man understood his wife's meaning, but he was also on the verge of climax, so he could only respond to his beautiful wife with action.

The woman felt the inner walls of her uterus contract rapidly, releasing hot vaginal fluid. At the same time, the man could no longer hold back, and he spurted his scalding semen heavily onto his wife's intestinal walls, wave after wave. The beautiful woman screamed, the orgasm knocking her down again; her lower abdomen felt so hot!

Both of them were panting heavily, silent.

After a while, the man carried his soft, boneless, and weakly beautiful wife into the bathroom.

Lin Yue'er, enduring the soreness and weakness, quietly retreated to her room. The scene of lovemaking just now still made her blush and her heart race.

Yue'er was awakened by the rumbling thunder. She had been afraid of thunder since childhood, and although it had improved as she grew up, it still had an effect. Especially tonight's howling wind and torrential rain made it impossible for her to sleep.

In the darkness, she suddenly recalled the thunderstorms of her childhood—her father gently comforting her, dispelling her fear. Yue'er still cherished the memory of her father's warm, broad chest.

Driven by fear, Yue'er sought that warm sense of security once more. Unexpectedly, through the slightly ajar door, she witnessed this scene—her father's strong, steel-like body pressing rapidly against her mother's soft, white body…

The girl collapsed to the ground, her weak legs unable to support her weight. She stared blankly at the shameful scene, her innocent eyes becoming hazy. The girl, witnessing the intimacy of a man and woman for the first time, stared blankly, unable to comprehend how her mother's seemingly painful moans could be so melodious and captivating. The decadent atmosphere spread outside the room, and the girl was unaware that her underwear was soaked with love fluid.

When her naked father carried her equally naked mother into the bathroom, all the girl could see was that infinitely magnified, thick, long penis!

Slightly annoyed, the girl took off her damp underwear, changed into clean clothes, and slumped over her desk, writing something in a locked notebook...

Outside the window, the wind and rain gradually ceased.

(II) Heaven and Hell

At 11:51 a.m. on August 18, Lin Yue'er woke up from a dream, feeling completely dazed. The girl sat up, leaned against the headboard, covered her face with her hands, felt the heat on her skin, and sighed deeply.

"How annoying..." The girl remembered the spring scene in her dream, and her face turned bright red.

Just as the girl was lost in thought, her father's—Lin Zhengtian's magnetic baritone voice—rang out at the girl's door.

"Yue'er. Are you awake? Time for dinner!" The man pushed open the door.

The girl was startled, her face flushed, and she hurriedly answered her father, lowering her head and pretending to have just woken up and rubbing her eyes, not daring to look at her father.

"Hehe..." The father chuckled softly, walked to the girl's bedside, placed one hand on the edge of the bed, and used the other to pinch his daughter's delicate little nose.

"Little lazybones! Get up and eat!" The man looked at the girl with doting eyes.

"You're so mean! Bad daddy! You pinched my nose again!" The girl pouted at her father, shaking his strong arm, but still didn't look up.

Zheng Tian sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with loving affection as he stroked her long, straight, fragrant hair with his large hand. Just like her mother. The man sighed inwardly.

"I heard from your mother that you start school on the 25th?"

"Mmm..." The girl lowered her head, obediently responding to her father in a low voice.

"You're going to be a senior in high school soon, so you have to work hard. You know?"

"Mmm..." The girl answered again, but still didn't look up.

The man was a little puzzled by his daughter's reaction, but he still got up and left, turning back to say, "Get up! It's time to eat."

The girl finally raised her head, staring thoughtfully at the door as her father's figure disappeared. The scene from last night replayed in her mind.

How embarrassing… The girl covered her face with the blanket.

The family of three sat at the dining table, eating silently, the atmosphere somewhat awkward. The girl picked at the rice in her bowl, occasionally glancing at her parents out of the corner of her eye.

It was the man who broke the silence first, placing a piece of lean meat in the girl's bowl and saying, "Yue'er, eat more meat; it's the time for you to grow."

The girl silently put the meat in her mouth, and her father's voice rang out again: "Tomorrow, your mother is going to England to give some business reports. She'll probably be back in a week." The girl

hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about you, Dad?" The daughter didn't mention her mother, but instead asked about her father.

This time, it was her mother who spoke up: "Your dad isn't going anywhere! He'll stay home these days and read with you! Aren't you about to start school? Let your dad take care of you more."

"Yes. I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately! It's Dad's fault!"

The girl nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—it was Dad who was taking care of me…

Because the typhoon had just passed, the weather wasn't very good, and the girl spent the entire day, except for dinner, in her room.

After dinner, in the master bedroom, Lin Zhengtian helped his wife pack her things.

"You'd better not help me. You're just making things worse!" Liu Yirong rolled her eyes at her laughing husband and said reproachfully, but her hands weren't idle; she bent over and continued packing the clean clothes.

Lin Zhengtian stood behind the beautiful woman, admiring her high, upturned buttocks. A surge of heat rose within him, and recalling the passionate night before, his breathing became heavy and involuntary. Zhengtian couldn't resist taking a step forward, embracing the woman's slender waist from behind, pressing his face against her jade-like back, and rubbing his erect penis against her smooth, plump buttocks, seeking sweet pleasure.

Yi Rong, who was tidying her clothes, stopped. She could hear and feel her husband's hot, heavy breathing, and she could feel the strong, throbbing erection behind her. The woman murmured, "Don't bother me! You lecherous husband! What do you want to do?" Even the beautiful woman herself realized that her words were full of provocation.

The woman broke free from her husband's clutches, turning back to offer him a sweet kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Zheng Tian greedily sucked the sweet juices from the beautiful young woman's mouth, his large tongue domineeringly entwining with her tender little tongue, their lips pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to never be separated. The man's strong, powerful hands kneaded his wife's round, plump buttocks. Soon, the man was no longer satisfied with caresses through her clothes; his hands, nimble as snakes, slipped inside the woman's small panties, his fingers gliding over her snow-white, delicate skin like water.

Yi Rong, panting, broke free from her husband's passionate kiss, but the man had no intention of letting her go. He immediately silenced her, silencing the word "husband" that was still lingering on her tongue, and kissed her again.

The man pushed the beautiful woman down onto the bed, burying the clothes he had been tidying under her body.

The woman broke free from her husband's kiss again, looking into his lustful eyes, and whispered, "Yue'er isn't asleep yet!"

Helpless, the man released her and rolled over onto the bed. The beautiful woman stood up, her face still flushed with passion, biting her rosy lower lip, looking at the disheveled clothes, and scolded the man.

"It's all your fault! I have to tidy up again." The woman pouted angrily, her puffed-up face making the man smile—she really did look like a young girl in love.

Zheng Tian laughed and said, "You're the one who broke it! Don't blame me!"

"How can I not blame you? You insisted on hugging me..." The beautiful woman blushed, looking every bit like a spoiled daughter! The

man was overjoyed and laughed...

Lin Yue'er looked up from her desk, temporarily escaping her sea of books. She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and stretched, her well-developed breasts appearing even more erect. Girls these days develop so early; a sixteen-year-old already possesses a figure that rivals that of an adult woman. At least, Yue'er's bust size wouldn't be smaller than a 32C!

Yue'er looked at the night view outside the window, the image of the man and woman making love from last night reappearing in her mind, refusing to leave...

When the girl woke up from her reverie, it was almost 10 PM! The girl was startled, realizing she'd been letting her mind wander for so long, and felt incredibly embarrassed. But what embarrassed her even more was that—sometimes before, the crotch of her white thong was damp with her own fluids. Her face flushed even more, and she grabbed her change of clothes and went into the bathroom in her room.

Chapter Two:

Warm water streamed over the girl's delicate, curvaceous body. Her flushed face and misty eyes made her moan softly. Just as she was taking off her clothes, she curiously picked up her thong and examined it closely. She discovered a small, slightly yellowish stain on the crotch, with some slippery fluid still clinging to it. Was this her own fluids?! The girl had never observed her own vaginal fluid so closely before, and her face flushed.

Driven by intense curiosity, she carefully brought the pure white panties to her nose, gently inhaling the slightly yellow stains—a fragrant aroma mingled with a faint, almost imperceptible, musty smell. The girl was deeply ashamed, her face blooming like a peach blossom. Like a wounded little rabbit, she tossed the pure white panties into her clothes basket. But the girl didn't know that what she considered stolen goods was a treasure to the man!

After showering, the girl changed into pajamas with a cartoon rabbit print and lay in bed. Suddenly remembering her mother's departure the next day, she walked barefoot towards her parents' bedroom. With a carpet, she wasn't worried about getting her feet dirty.

As the girl, barefoot, silently approached her parents' bedroom, she heard her father's rapid breathing and her mother's soft, melodious moans. How familiar! The girl's legs went weak, and her fair face flushed crimson. She turned and fled back to her room, closing the door behind her and collapsing against it. Her breathing quickened, her eyes glazed over, and her clear, dark pupils became misty. It seemed as if the scene from the previous night was playing out before her eyes again—her father's strong, steel-like body pressing against her mother's soft, white skin, thrusting rapidly… That night

, the girl didn't sleep well again.

At 9:30 AM on August 19th, the sweet voice of the airport announcer echoed through the waiting hall of Lantian International Airport in City A: "Attention passengers. China Eastern Airlines flight A3718 to London will depart at 10:00 AM. Please proceed to the first check-in gate."

Liu Yirong reluctantly kissed her husband and daughter goodbye before turning and walking towards the check-in gate with her colleagues, turning back every few steps.

Yue'er, nestled in her father's arms, waved to her receding mother. Lin Zhengtian, his right arm around his daughter, his left hand hanging limply at his side, watched his beautiful wife's figure disappear into the crowd, his face ashen…

"Yue'er, let's go home!" Zhengtian embraced the girl and walked out of the waiting hall.

In Zhengtian's car, the girl remained silent. Zheng Tian glanced at his watch and said to the girl, "It's still early. Let me take you shopping for clothes!"

The girl nodded, her face showing some excitement.

The man looked at the girl and suddenly realized he didn't seem to care about his daughter as much as before! Since his wife returned to China, he hadn't spent much time with his daughter, always busy with his career. The last time he'd accompanied her shopping was when she was in her final year of junior high, when he went with her to buy books. Back then, she was just a little girl, but now she had grown into a graceful young woman.

The man touched his clean-shaven chin, wondering if he was getting old. He was only thirty-two, yet he had a sixteen-year-old daughter—it was unbelievable! Getting married and having children too early was probably a good idea!

The man and girl walked along the pedestrian shopping street, their moods drastically different. The girl was beaming, a stark contrast to her previous silent demeanor. The man, expressionless, carried bags of groceries, a bitter feeling settling in his heart. Women, young and old, are tigers! Although his daughter was only sixteen, her shopping prowess was no less than her mother's, perhaps even surpassing it! The man felt his steps could never keep up with the girl's nimble pace. Lin Zhengtian felt

a little helpless, but more than anything, he was struck by the realization—his daughter had grown up! Really grown up! Just now, she had insisted on dragging him to buy women's underwear. Sigh! The saleswoman's gaze was like—like that of the Big Bad Wolf trying to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood! When the girl picked out a set of sexy pink lace lingerie, thinking it was too sexy and declined, the sales clerk's words still infuriate him: "Your girlfriend has a great figure and is beautiful, this will definitely suit her!" What is that?! Before the man could even speak, the girl insisted on buying it!

Reluctantly, he led his satisfied girl out of the mall.

Looking at his daughter's happy face beside him, the man was somewhat surprised—only sixteen years old, 1.65 meters tall, yet possessing an enviable 32C-22-33 figure. Truly astonishing!

"Lin Yue!" A slightly mature-looking girl waved happily at Yue'er from the other side of the street.

Beside her was a young man in his early twenties dressed in a frivolous style.

The man's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing slightly. Although he didn't know who the girl greeting his daughter was, judging from the thug-like young man beside her, he figured he wasn't anyone good.

The four met in the middle of the street. The two girls chatted intimately, while the two men exchanged glances.

Suddenly, the girl scrutinized Lin Zhengtian, then glanced at Lin Yue'er, and whispered something in Yue'er's ear with a giggle, glancing at Lin Zhengtian mysteriously as she spoke.

"Are you kidding me?! What nonsense are you talking about!" Yue'er protested, chasing after the girl with a mix of anger and playful charm.

Lin Yue'er's excited expression and sudden blush puzzled the man. Yue'er glanced shyly at Zhengtian, then resumed chatting and laughing with the girl.

"Alright! It's getting late! Let's go home!" The girl's male companion interrupted their playful banter.

The two girls said goodbye and agreed to chat again next time.

On the way home, Lin Zhengtian drove, chatting casually with the girl.

"Who's that girl?" Zhengtian asked casually, not wanting his precious daughter to be influenced by bad people.

"Oh! She's my classmate—Zhang Shanna. She went shopping with her brother."

"Oh!" The man fell silent, feeling slightly relieved, but he didn't know the content of their conversation.

...

August 19th, 11:36 PM. Lin Zhengtian lay on his back in bed, smoking one cigarette after another, despite not having a smoking habit. A thin layer of mist hung over the large bed, but thanks to the air conditioning, the room wasn't pungent. Unable to sleep, and with his beautiful wife not beside him, the man felt a strange unease without her warm, soft body nestled against him.

A huge white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The thunder, though delayed, was deafening. The man muttered to himself, "It's going to rain again!" The

girl was startled awake by the thunder. The moment she opened her eyes, a bright flash of lightning illuminated her pale face.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The girl's scream carried far in the darkness, amplifying its terror.

Lin Zhengtian was startled; the girl's shrill voice unsettled him—his daughter was afraid of thunder! The man quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to his daughter's room.

The girl was terrified! Aside from the thunder and lightning, the room was flickering between light and darkness. To the girl, the thunder and lightning seemed more like the maniacal laughter and ugly face of a demon. Trembling, she pulled the thin blanket over her head, curling into a ball, shivering under the covers, murmuring, "Daddy!"

Because of her fear, she didn't hear her father's hurried footsteps and urgent questions outside the room; instead, she became even more frightened. She clutched the thin blanket tightly in her hands; it became her last line of defense!

The man rushed into his daughter's room, shouting, "Yue'er! Yue'er! What's wrong?" He walked towards her bedside.

The girl recognized his voice—it was her father! She dropped the covers and hugged her savior—her beloved father—struck against his strong, safe chest, sobbing.

The man's heart broke. "What's wrong? My sweet Yue'er, my precious daughter."

Hearing the man's gentle words, the girl gradually calmed down, but cried even louder.

The man guessed she was frightened by the thunder. He stroked her long hair, continuing to comfort her.

"Daddy. I'm scared!" The girl's sobs subsided.

"Sweetie, Yue'er. Daddy's here! Don't cry! Be good! If you cry again, you'll look like a little kitten."

"Daddy. I don't want to sleep alone. I'm scared! Stay with me."

The girl raised her tear-streaked face, and the man's heart broke.

"But that's not convenient!" The man stammered, a little embarrassed! After all, his daughter was sixteen!

"Dad..." The girl's sobs grew longer.

"Alright!" The man made up his mind! I'm her father!

"I need to change my clothes! Look, they're covered in your tears!"

"Carry me, let's go to your room to sleep."

"Okay!"

Lin Zhengtian carried the girl horizontally to his chest, and the girl wrapped her arms around the man's thick neck, her heart filled with happiness!

...

The girl gradually fell asleep!

...

At 8:16 AM on August 20th, Lin Zhengtian woke up from his sleep. Looking at the girl clinging tightly to his chest like an octopus, he couldn't help but smile wryly...

The scene rewinds to last night...

Lin Zhengtian had finally managed to coax the girl to sleep, and just as he was about to put her down, he found that she was holding on very tightly, making it difficult to separate her. If he tried to forcibly separate her, the girl would probably wake up crying again! Oh well!

He'd rather suffer a little himself! Fortunately, the girl wasn't too heavy, probably only around 90 pounds! What torture!

Lin Zhengtian didn't expect that even more torture was yet to come!

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhengtian was awakened by the girl's little movements while sleeping. The girl clung tightly to her father, her soft body pressed against his chest, occasionally searching for a more comfortable position. Lin Zhengtian felt a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen, his heart pounding with alarm. He immediately focused his mind, suppressing his desire and trying to calm it down. But the girl's fragrant body, coupled with her occasional small movements, made it difficult for the man to remain still. It was a long, long time before he finally drifted off to sleep!

...

Sigh! Lin Zhengtian sighed silently. Looking at his still-sleeping daughter in his arms, Lin Zhengtian had an urge to spank her and wake her. But when he noticed a faint smile on his sleeping daughter's lips, Lin Zhengtian's heart filled with happiness—what an adorable daughter! Hehe! She looks eight-tenths like her beautiful and charming mother!

The girl squirmed slightly in the man's arms, but didn't wake up. The man took a deep breath—this was too torturous! The morning erection typical of every normal man was now causing him immense suffering. The pent-up desire from last night had reignited, and seemed even more intense! His penis was already pressed firmly against the girl's lower abdomen. But her slight squirming had only made his penis even hotter and harder.

He wanted to push her away, but he was afraid she would wake up and see his embarrassing state. If he didn't move, his "brother" wouldn't cooperate, and besides, there was a risk of waking her up.

The girl clung tightly to the man, her face pressed against his chest. The man couldn't, and dared not, risk waking her and having her discover his indecent state by moving even slightly!

Fortunately, the girl shifted slightly, and the man breathed a sigh of relief; his glans was now in an "empty" spot. But he immediately realized he had relaxed too soon—his enormous penis was pressed between the girl's legs, and worse, she was clamping it between them!

The man gasped again, but his "brother" below ignored his superior's intentions, remaining erect and even more prominent. The man cursed inwardly. His hot, hard penis, its large, round head, pressed against the back of the girl's legs—on her delicate, tender anus! The man felt as if his penis was being deliberately tucked between the girl's legs! He dared not move, hoping to suppress his desire before she woke up.

In fact, the girl had woken up the moment her father did! But she craved the sense of security in her father's arms and pretended to be asleep. The man's unique physiological state made her even more afraid to move, lest her father notice!

But with the man's hot penis pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, making her feel weak all over and her body go limp, she had no strength left to get out of bed. She finally managed to wriggle free from the awkward situation and escape its fiery grip, only to find herself trapped in an even deeper desire—it wouldn't let her go, venturing to her most private place, a place no one else had ever touched.

The hot shaft pressed against her smooth inner thighs and tender petals, and the girl felt as if honey was flowing from the deepest part of her body. She tried to extinguish the raging fire, but only made the desire within her burn even more fiercely! And the hottest part of the shaft was unusually thick and round, pressing against her most shameful place—her anus, which was burning and softening. It felt as if a heat was traveling from there to her heart, melting her entire being.

The girl was utterly exhausted, her fragrant and delicate body further stimulating the man's senses. He was tormented by both pleasure and pain, teetering between heaven and hell. At this moment, the man began to hate his previously prized superhuman sexual prowess and strong physique.

"If only I were impotent!" he thought, unable to bear the torment, fantasizing and cursing himself, uttering these words.

The girl, realizing her underwear was wet, was startled. No longer daring to indulge in the sweet pleasure, she immediately pretended to have just woken up and pulled off the man. In relieving her own embarrassment, the girl also saved the man, freeing him from a near-life-or-death choice between pleasure and pain, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell!

"To be or not to be, that is the question!"

...

August 25th, Lin Yue'er started school.

August 27th, Liu Yirong returned to China.

The first thing Lin Zhengtian said to his beautiful wife at the airport was:

"Finally back!!!"
Chapter Three:

The man's ecstatic words made the beautiful woman blush slightly. She didn't understand why her husband was so excited, nor did she know the torment he had endured during this time. However, Zhengtian's eager expression still made her very happy. The two embraced tightly in the airport waiting hall, completely oblivious to the stares of passing travelers and Liu Yirong's colleagues who were secretly laughing.

On the way home, the eager husband drove with his left hand while his right hand groped the inside of his beautiful wife's round, soft thigh. Liu Yirong, unable to withstand the man's clutches, blushed. Today she was wearing a dark blue business suit: a low-cut V-neck jacket over a white collared shirt, and a short skirt that barely reached her knees with slits on both sides.

"Smack!" Liu Yirong forcefully slapped away the lewd hand that was running rampant in her private parts, scolding, "How can you be so lustful! Focus on driving!"

Zheng Tian reluctantly withdrew his hand, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply—it smelled so good, he longed for that soft, smooth touch! The beautiful young woman was already blushing, desperately craving that hot, thick penis. It had been a week since they had made love, but a woman's natural reserve suppressed her true feelings.

"I'll deal with you when we get home!" Lin Zheng Tian thought resentfully. These past few days have really been driving him crazy!

It's 9 AM on August 20th.

After getting up, the Lin father and daughter sit at the dining table for breakfast. At first, Lin Zhengtian is a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusts and eats calmly. The girl, however, blushes, lowers her head, and eats silently, her mind constantly replaying the wonderful feeling from just moments ago—her father's firm, thick chest muscles, the burning sensation that made her blush, and the love fluid that flowed from her overflowing passion. All of this makes the naive girl's heart race! The man also notices this—has she found out? Zhengtian is filled with anxiety.

Nothing major is happening at Zhengtian's company; things are generally stable. He goes home early every day for the rest of the time. His daughter is about to enter her final year of high school, and he wants to spend more time with her during his free time—this is also his wife's wish. On the 22nd, he received a call from his beautiful sister-in-law in England, who reminded him again to take good care of their daughter and said she had a surprise for him! This made the man somewhat expectant.

On August 24th, Lin Zhengtian entered his home with a "light" gait. Today, he had met with several old friends he hadn't seen in years, and inevitably drank a few too many drinks. Zhengtian was worried, so he went home while he was still somewhat sober! Of course, this was a bit later than the previous days.

Lin Zhengtian stood at the door, hiccuping, and took out his key to open the door, but it wasn't locked. The man pushed the door open without thinking. He took off his shoes and socks in the porch and went barefoot into the living room. The moment the man entered the living room, his previously slightly dazed eyes suddenly shone with joy. He saw his beloved, his charming and lovely sister-in-law, sitting on the sofa watching TV. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, and even her profile was partially obscured by her playful long hair, the familiar moon-white nightgown, her straight long hair, and her captivating profile convinced him of his vision. Yes! It must be true! It's his wife returning home; his darling sister-in-law has come home early! Could this be her surprise for him? The man thought to himself. She doesn't seem to have noticed me yet. Hehe! Let me give her a surprise first!

Suddenly, the woman on the sofa sensed someone quietly approaching. Startled, she whirled around, only to see a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, lunging at her. The woman's soft, pink lips were pressed firmly against Zheng Tian's large mouth, her smooth, sweet tongue was wrapped around his and wouldn't let go, and his sweet saliva was sucked greedily from her mouth. The woman froze instantly, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to scream, her mind blank, letting the man shamelessly ravage her.

The woman's attention was completely drawn to the man's passionate kiss and heavy breathing, passively responding to his actions, her eyes wide with panic as she looked at the man she loved—who had already closed his eyes in ecstasy!

The strong masculine scent mixed with the smell of alcohol made the woman's head spin, disoriented, feeling as if the world was spinning, leaving only the passionate kiss with the man before her.

The man thought the delicate woman before him might be frightened, as she didn't react at all. However, the soft pink lips, the sweet and succulent tongue, and the fragrant body intoxicated the man, making him reluctant to let go and even more reluctant to open his eyes, because he feared it was just his illusion.

What an intoxicating fragrance! Hehe! Did you change your perfume? The man was very satisfied with his "beloved wife's" reaction—her delicate body, slightly stiff and trembling. He kept his eyes closed, leaving his "sister-in-law's" soft red lips, tracing her smooth skin to find her small, white, translucent earlobe. He gently kissed it while whispering, "Sister Rong! I missed you so much!"

"Sister Rong? He's treating me like my mother!" The girl was a little angry, her misty eyes quickly clearing, and she pushed the man away.

"Dad…" the girl drawled coquettishly, a slight disappointment in her heart.

"Dad?" The man was a little confused by his "beloved wife's" address, but he immediately sobered up, his drunkenness and desire vanishing instantly.

"Moon...you...what are you doing here?" the man stammered, his flushed face making the girl both amused and annoyed.

"Watching TV! You've been drinking again." The girl quickly covered for her father.

"Yes! Yes! I had dinner with some old friends today." The man answered hurriedly, "I went to take a shower." After saying that, he rushed upstairs as if fleeing.

The girl watched the man's flustered figure disappear, a strange light flashing in her eyes. Her mind replayed the sweet sensations she'd just experienced:

"Ugh! Dad's been drinking..."

"He actually kissed me? So passionately..."

"Why didn't I push him away..."

"What? He swallowed my saliva..."

"He wouldn't let go of my tongue, it was so tight..."

"He's so domineering! But I like this feeling..."

"My first kiss..."

The girl's eyes quickly dimmed, as if she were remembering something else.

Cool water splashed on his face as he vigorously rubbed it, shaking his damp hair. What was wrong with him? Had he acted recklessly while drunk? Thank goodness his daughter didn't care! It was all his mother's fault for drinking! The man blamed himself. But did his daughter really not care?

It was 10 PM on August 24th.

Zhengtian lay on the large bed, smoking. Through the swirling smoke, he seemed to see his wife's sister's beautiful smiling face again.

The girl sat at her desk, thinking about what had happened that night. Those fiery lips… she was a little lost in thought! Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie, scolding herself: What am I thinking! How embarrassing… She was completely unaware of the ethical impropriety.

She took out her locked diary and began recording her feelings.

The car had just stopped in front of the house when the man eagerly pulled his wife out, rushing into the bedroom amidst her coquettish whimpers and soft laughter. He gently placed his beloved wife on the bed, then hastily stripped off his clothes—leaving only a pair of black underwear, beneath which lay a large snake, head raised, tongue flicking, ready to devour its prey.

"Why are you so impatient?" Yi Rong was a little surprised, yet also amused; the prominent bulge in her husband's crotch stirred something within her as well. After all, she hadn't received her husband's affection in a long time!

"I'm so pent up! Sister! My dear sister!" the man said with a pained expression, taking the beautiful woman's hand to touch his burning scepter. "It's so swollen. Sister. Rub it for me!"

"You rascal! You won't let me have a moment's peace since we just got back!" The woman glared at her husband, making the lustful man's soul soar.

"Rub it for me!" the man pleaded, not even bothering to let his weary wife rest! He was about to burst, he couldn't take it anymore.

Yi Rong's soft, nimble little hands released the man's swollen penis from its cage. Her slender hands gently stroked his penis a few times, then her soft palms rubbed the tip of his sensitive glans and urethral opening.

The man let out a long breath—it felt so good!

Zheng Tian sealed his wife's red lips with his, teasing her tongue, his fingers darting over his sister-in-law's clothes. The woman cooperated with the man's seductive hands, taking off her clothes, leaving only a sapphire blue openwork bra and matching lace openwork panties. The man arched his back, burying his head in his wife's high, firm breasts, his prominent nose sinking into the deep cleavage, desperately inhaling the alluring scent of her milk. His hands unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts. His thick, erect penis tilted upwards at a 60-degree angle, the hot glans rubbing against her delicate, smooth labia through the thin fabric, occasionally teasing the glistening, red clitoris. The overflowing nectar moistened her crotch, making the woman deeply feel the heat of his glans. The woman took the initiative; she couldn't bear this torment any longer. The teasing of his glans, the electric current emanating from her labia and clitoris, stirred her heart. Her slender, pale fingers slid to the man's waist and grasped his burning penis. The woman felt the heat and strength of the hot penis, which traveled through her hands and into her heart.

"Husband! Give it to me... I want it..." Now it was the beautiful woman's turn to beg for sex! The man, however, was in no hurry. He was confident of victory and not afraid that the beautiful woman beneath him would refuse. Instead, he teased his beautiful wife even more brazenly, making her anxious.

"Bad husband... give it to me!" the woman gasped.

"You still have a pair of panties on!" the man continued to pressure the woman, teasing her nerves.

"I... I... I'll take them off myself... husband... my big man... give it to me!" the woman was really desperate! She didn't even care about her dignity anymore, and tears were almost overflowing from her beautiful eyes.

The man was extremely satisfied and stopped his anxious wife's actions. "Baby! I'm coming!" the man lewdly whispered in the beautiful woman's ear, blowing air into her sensitive ear canal.

Yi Rong obediently placed her delicate hands on the man's broad back, awaiting the moment of pleasure.

The man's fingers explored the woman's panties, the mesh threads glistening with slippery love juice. A surge of desire coursed through him; his large, rounded glans, coated in nectar, rubbed against her vulva.

"You bad boy! Give it to me!" The woman grew impatient; her sensitive nature couldn't withstand the torment any longer. Forgetting she hadn't taken off her panties, she lifted her hips and thrust upwards.

"Ah…" the woman cried out in pleasure, two glistening tears finally rolling down her beautiful eyes. The husband's large glans, through the lace crotch of her panties, thrust forcefully, finally breaking through the fabric and penetrating her! His entire shaft entered the warm, slippery, writhing vaginal canal. The man leaned down, gently kissing away his wife's sister's hot tears.

"Sister..." the man murmured in his wife's ear, his body continuing its slow, powerful thrusts in and out of her vagina.

The woman felt as if she were dying, her soul soaring to the heavens. Perhaps from being teased for too long, the waves of sexual pleasure relentlessly assaulted her heart, making her breath catch in her throat, her heart almost stopping. The woman had the illusion of being in the ocean, a reef, repeatedly battered by pleasure. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's broad waist, her delicate fingers scratching bloody marks on his back, her lovely white toes twitching violently.

"I'm...I'm going to heaven!" the beautiful woman screamed wildly, releasing the pleasure brought by the overwhelming climax. The woman's body was still very sensitive. Her tender flower bud once again bit into the round glans, offering up her long-treasured nectar, allowing the unrestrained bees and butterflies to gather and drink to their hearts' content.

"Husband!" the woman cried, tears streaming down her face, tightly embracing the man.

The man was extremely pleased; his sensitive glans was drenched in the hot, slippery liquid, which made his whole body tingle and made it easier for him to attack. Her rosy labia clenched tightly around the shaft, the soft flesh and delicate membranes inside undulating irregularly. The hot, thick penis thrust in and out relentlessly, its diligent glans tirelessly cultivating every inch of her vagina and uterus. The man panted heavily, the gripping, clinging sensation making it impossible for him to let go—so warm, so slippery, so incredibly pleasurable!

"Sister…you're so…so tight…your little mouth…you're so good at sucking!" the man whispered shameless words in his wife's ear. The intense penetration and powerful thrusts coursed through the woman's entire body. She felt it all, fearing even her heart would be ripped out of her throat.

"Too thick...too thick...don't...go all the way in...it's so long...so long..." The woman was overwhelmed by the man's ravaging.

The man fell silent, sweat spraying across the bed with each violent thrust. He was at the crucial moment; the prolonged torment of his desire without release made it impossible for him to last much longer. His wife had already climaxed, and he was almost there too. The man thrust into the beautiful body beneath him faster and harder.

"Ah...don't...harder...harder!" The woman's cries were slightly hoarse. She knew her husband was about to climax; from the speed and force of the glans' thrusts and the degree of his penis's contraction, she sensed that his limit was approaching. "Husband...give it to me...I...I want it."

The man could no longer restrain himself; his thick, hard glans was about to explode. With a final, heavy thrust, he slammed into the walls of her uterus, his semen shooting like bullets into the deepest recesses of her womb. Thousands of sperm swam freely in their beautiful, warm love nest.

The woman's heart shattered with heat. The intense pleasure emanating from her numb uterus made her breath catch in her throat. With a soft moan, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted in bliss. The man lay on the beautiful woman's exquisite body, panting heavily, feeling the wonderful spasms emanating from his beloved wife's womb.

Exhausted, they embraced and fell asleep…

Lin Yue'er was very happy today; she would soon see her dear mother. She returned home early, at 5 pm. If it weren't for class today, and her father not allowing her to skip class, she would have gone to the airport to pick up her mother long ago.

Yue'er was puzzled; the house was quiet, and her mother's suitcase and shoulder bag proved she was back! Had she gone out? The girl went upstairs to her parents' bedroom and found them asleep, with her mother's long, white legs exposed, and a lewd scent filling the air. The girl blushed and returned to her room.

7 PM.

Lin Yue'er finished her homework and went downstairs to find her father busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron. He rarely cooked. Meals were usually prepared by the part-time housekeeper.

"Yue'er, dinner's almost ready! Don't call your mom later, she's tired and jet-lagged!"

"Okay," Yue'er replied to her father.

……………… At 3 PM

on September 8th

, Liu Yirong secretly went to her daughter's school to find out about her recent studies. However, the news she received from Yue'er's homeroom teacher seemed less than good.

"Lin Yue'er's grades are very good."

"However, she's associating with some not-so-good people."

"She's not in a relationship, but she's very close to a problem student in her class named Zhang Shanna."

As the beautiful woman walked out of her daughter's school gate, she felt a little worried and a little annoyed. She hadn't expected her usually well-behaved daughter to have such friends! Yirong thought to herself: She couldn't ask directly; she had to respect her daughter's thoughts and consider her feelings. Besides, things might not be as they seem, at least not now.

The woman made a silent decision.

After school, only Lin Yue'er and Zhang Shanna were left in the large classroom to clean. The two girls' laughter could be heard from time to time in the classroom. After they finished cleaning, the two sat side by side and chatted.

"Yue'er."

"What?"

"What did your boyfriend buy you last time?"

"I don't have a boyfriend! Sister Na, you're just making things up."

"Still not admitting it? Last time we were on the pedestrian street..."

"Ugh! I told you, he's not my boyfriend!" Yue'er playfully teased her, her face flushed, thinking about her father's embarrassment and the saleswoman's address when they bought lingerie...

"He's my dad!"

"Your dad? Who are you kidding? Your dad is so young?"

"He really is my dad!"

"Okay, okay, okay! He's your dad!" However, Zhang Shanna's tone was somewhat teasing.

"Ugh. Sister Na! He really is my dad!"

"Hehe..." The girl didn't believe it at all!

The two girls fell silent…

“Yue’er”

“Sister Na?”

“I’m getting married.”

“Married? Are you kidding me! Who are you marrying?”

“I’m not kidding! Really! The one you met last time…”

“Isn’t he your brother?”

“I’m kidding you! Silly girl!”

“But your age…” Yue’er hesitated for a moment: “You’re four years older than me!”

“Yes! Twenty!”

Yue’er fell silent. She knew that Sister Na had a rather naive past.

“Does he love you?”

“Very much, very much!”

“But it’s still a bit too early for you to get married!” Yue’er wasn’t sure. She thought of her parents.

“I’m pregnant! He and I both really want this child.” The girl, already a married woman, had a blush of happiness on her face. In that moment, she was as pure as a saint!

"So you won't be able to go to school anymore?"

"Yes! But it doesn't matter! We're getting married on National Day. Yue'er, will you be my bridesmaid?"

"Okay!"

"In water or in fire, my love will never waver..." It was Zhang Shanna's phone ringing. But she didn't answer the phone, just listened to the song quietly, then turned to Yue'er and said, "He's here to pick me up!" She stared into Yue'er's eyes and said slowly but firmly, "For what I love, I will persevere to the end!"

Yue'er didn't understand. However, she never saw Zhang Shanna at school again. It wasn't until later that she gradually understood the meaning of those words.

………………
September 11th

Yi Rong has been very busy these past few days, work and her daughter's affairs have put her under some pressure. She hopes to submit two satisfactory reports.

In the afternoon, she left work early, grabbed a master key borrowed from a policeman friend, and hurried home. She wanted to check her daughter's diary before she got home from school.

The girl's diary was exquisite, a small golden lock guarding the secrets of her youth. Several notebooks stacked together, neatly arranged, seemed like testaments to the girl's accumulated life experiences.

Yi Rong picked up the diary, feeling its weight...

Chapter Four:
Late Night, Lin Residence.

A pair of snow-white bodies were intertwined, writhing wildly, their lewd moans filling the air, making one blush.

"Husband... ah..." The woman's voice was slightly choked with sobs. Her round, snow-white buttocks moved up and down with all

her might, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat. The alluring scent of her body, the rolling sweat, mixed with the rising temperature of the air, filled the entire room with an atmosphere of debauchery. The beautiful woman was exhausted, and the speed of her buttocks' movements gradually slowed down, while the writhing and twitching in her flower path became more powerful, gripping the man with extraordinary pleasure. Zheng Tian knew that his sensitive sister-in-law was about to climax. Honey-like juices flowed continuously from her flower path, and the hot shaft of his penis was covered with sticky love juice. Her tender and oily vagina tightly gripped his hard, iron-like penis. With the beautiful woman's movements, her delicate pink petals were repeatedly thrust in and out by the large penis, like a mimosa.

The woman's slender fingers kneaded her high, snow-white breasts, her head tilted back, her straight hair flying in the air, reminiscent of a dancing night elf. Her slender waist was firmly held by the man's strong hands, giving the beautiful woman powerful support and helping her to reach the upcoming peak.

"Ah..." A long moan escaped her lips as the woman collapsed weakly against her husband's chest. At the same time, the man growled as he fed his semen to his alluring wife's insatiable "little mouth." "Oh..." The hot semen slammed against her uterus, triggering another orgasm in the beautiful woman.

The storm subsided.

Yi Rong lay on her husband's broad chest, listening intently to his rapid, powerful heartbeat, her right hand tracing irregular circles on his firm, thick pectoral muscles. Zheng Tian's right hand held his wife's soft, boneless hand, while his other hand caressed the woman's smooth, delicate back, measuring every inch of her skin. Finally, the man's large hand rested on the sweat-drenched mound, continuing to test the astonishing elasticity and tender texture of that rounded area.

"Husband," the woman said in a sweet, languid voice.

"Mmm," the man hummed through his nose.

"I'm going to Europe for a business trip on the 18th of this month."

"What?" The man's face fell. He didn't want his wife running around all day, dangling precariously in the air. He'd be much more at ease if he had his beautiful sister-in-law tied to him!

"Why?" the woman said coquettishly, noticing her husband's displeasure. "Husband, haven't you always supported my work?"

"When have I ever supported your work? Unless you come and help me!" the man grumbled. The woman then became affectionate, pressing her soft, white breasts against the man's chest, rubbing back and forth, her smooth, fragrant tongue gently licking his nipples.

The man's desire surged again. "Fine! Fine! Whatever you want! How long are you going this time?"

"A month," the beautiful woman replied softly.

"What? A month?" The man's heart was burning with anger, but not lust. "Are you trying to suffocate me?! You thought a week last time wasn't long enough, didn't you?"

"What do you take me for? A sex toy? Or a vase?" Soft tactics failed, so he resorted to force. The beautiful woman complained, her small hands pounding on her husband's chest. However, it looked more like playful teasing, like tickling.

"Fine!" The man helplessly grabbed the woman's soft hand. He needed to vent his desire again. "You've already decided, why are you asking me?" He rolled over and pinned the beautiful woman's soft body beneath him.

Yi Rong noticed her husband's still-erect penis igniting a burning passion within her, but she had something very important to say, so she quickly braced herself against his chest.

"There's something else I want to make clear to you,"

the man said impatiently. "What is it? We can talk about it later."

"No! Now. It's very important!" the woman emphasized. "I want another child."

"Why?" the man asked in surprise. "Why did you suddenly decide you wanted a child?"

"It's all your fault, you bastard!" the woman said, forcefully tapping her husband's forehead with her slender index finger. It was a good thing that the woman wanted a child, but it didn't seem to have much to do with him, did it? The man was a little annoyed.

The woman rolled her eyes at him and explained angrily, "Our Yue'er has an Electra complex! Did you know that?"

"Are you kidding me? How could that be? An Electra complex?" Zheng Tian looked on with disbelief.

"Why not?! Have you forgotten our life before?"

The man nodded thoughtfully. "Then what should we do?"

"You! Always so careless. Don't you even think about why I want a child? You don't need to worry about this!" The wife took over.

The husband's initially surprised expression suddenly turned lewd: "Sister. You don't want me to get involved in this, but there's one thing I absolutely must do! Didn't you say you wanted a child? Then we'll do it now..." The man chuckled lewdly as he thrust his hips amidst the woman's soft moans.

...

September 15th.

Lin Yue'er hadn't been in a good mood these past few days—she always had those uncomfortable days every month.

5 PM. After school, Yue'er walked out of the school gate with a female classmate, following the flow of people.

"Yue'er!"

Lin Yue'er and her classmate turned around and saw a mature, handsome man with a smile standing in front of a BMW on the opposite side of the road, his left hand in his pocket, waving his right hand at her. The girl's face lit up with joy, and she responded.

"Yue'er! Who is he? Is he your boyfriend?" her classmate teased her curiously.

"Nonsense! He's my dad." The girl blushed and said, "I'm going over! Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye!"

………………

Lin Zhengtian watched the girl running towards him, his heart touched, and in a daze, he saw his wife's beautiful figure in her youth again.

"Dad. What are you thinking about?" The girl looked at the man happily.

"Oh! It's nothing." The man snapped out of his reverie and replied, "Please get in the car, beautiful princess!"

"Dad. Why did you come to pick me up today?" The girl sat in the passenger seat, looking excitedly ahead. "Drive!"

"Hehe! Aren't you happy that Dad came to pick you up?"

"No! Of course I'm happy." The girl retorted, "You haven't picked me up since the second year of junior high. Mom usually picks me up."

The man's heart skipped a beat: He hadn't picked his daughter up from school in so long?

Lin Zhengtian had come to pick up his daughter hoping to chat with her and understand some of her thoughts. Unexpectedly, he realized how negligent he had been—not caring enough about his daughter. The man's expression became a little unnatural, and he changed the subject: "Yue'er, how's your studying lately?"

"It's alright! About the same as before!" the girl replied casually.

The man's expression became unnatural again, because he couldn't remember exactly when the girl was referring to "the past." In his memory, his daughter had excellent grades in junior high school. But now she was a senior in high school! The man didn't dare to ask any more questions; he was afraid that if he did, he would feel increasingly guilty.

"So, how are things going with your classmates? By the way, what about that girl we met on the pedestrian street last time?"

"You mean Zhang Shanna? Sister Na isn't in school anymore! She's getting married soon?" "

Married?" The man was a little surprised. "How old is she?"

"20."

"Too young."

"She's considered young? What about you and Mom? 16 or 17?"

"Heh! Your mom and I got married secretly. Otherwise, how would you be here? Besides, your mom and I were childhood sweethearts..."

"Innocent childhood friends. Later, in an accident, Mom even donated blood to save your life!" The girl interrupted her father, "You offered yourself to her out of gratitude! Right? I've said it a million times. My ears are tired of hearing it!"

"Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'offering yourself in marriage'? That's awful! How can you talk about your father like that?" the man said with a laugh.

"I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm an adult!" the girl protested, then continued, "Later, my mother went abroad to study when I was four and came back when I was eleven."

"Heh! You remember that so clearly!" the man's laugh was a little unnatural.

"From then on, you stopped caring about me! You didn't chat with me, didn't take me out to play, and didn't pick me up from school!" the girl muttered softly, but the man didn't hear her clearly. However, Zheng Tian could still sense the strong dissatisfaction in the girl's words, and could only sigh bitterly.

In Lin Yue'er's heart, during her childhood, her mother's image was vague; more often, she saw her father's tall figure. The girl didn't feel much maternal love, only finding it in fairy tales. Sometimes, she even thought that her father's love was enough!

The BMW, caught in the steel torrent, drove onto the Yangtze River Bridge. The congested lanes slowed the car down. The girl's face was pale.

"Dad, I...I have a stomachache!" the girl stammered, her face turning deathly pale.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Zheng Tian didn't hear her clearly at first.

"I got my period..." the girl's voice trailed off, finally becoming barely audible.

"Does it hurt a lot? Just bear with it. We'll be home soon," Zheng Tian gently comforted the girl. "Damn it! Why is it stopped up ahead?" The cars in front had come to a complete stop. The man glanced at the girl worriedly and couldn't help but curse.

A moment later, news came that there had been a major traffic accident ahead, and the traffic police were handling it. It was estimated that it would take half an hour for the road to reopen.

"Dad, it hurts so much!" The girl's eyes were slightly red and brimming with tears.

"Yue'er, bear with it for now. We'll be home soon." Zheng Tian felt very sorry for her. His daughter was sensitive to cold and preferred warmth, but where could they find painkillers or a hot water bottle on this bridge in the middle of nowhere? Seeing his daughter clutching her lower abdomen, her back bent like a shrimp, two glistening tears on her pale face, the man's heart clenched, and he anxiously rubbed his hands together.

"Rubbing hands?" Zheng Tian remembered a solution—rubbing to warm them.

"Yue'er. Come here." The man helped the girl up, held her against his chest, and took her slender, delicate hands, trying to get her to rub them together to warm her stomach. But the girl's hands were icy cold, her palms sweaty and clammy, and she couldn't warm them up no matter how much she rubbed them.

"Dad. It hurts so much!" The girl's body trembled slightly in the man's arms. Although the September weather was still scorching, the man could still feel the chill emanating from his daughter's petite body through her thin clothes. The girl had probably caught a cold. Zheng Tian touched the girl's forehead to check her temperature—thankfully, she didn't have a fever.

Lin Zheng Tian gritted his teeth, quickly rubbed his hands together, and then placed them on the girl's flat stomach through the thin fabric. Yue'er shuddered, her small hands weakly resting on the man's large hands, feeling the warmth emanating from her lower abdomen. It was warm and comforting. The girl couldn't help but groan softly; the pain in her lower abdomen seemed to lessen, as if it were melting. The girl was somewhat intoxicated by the man's embrace. The man's unique scent, the heat of his hands, captivated her; his broad, strong chest, his warm and powerful embrace, gave her a sense of security that even if the sky were to fall, she wouldn't be afraid.

After rubbing his hands together dozens of times, the man felt that the beautiful woman in his arms seemed much better. A rosy glow returned to her pale face, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Feeling better?" The man rubbed his hands together to warm them, then placed them on the girl's lower abdomen again.

"Mmm!" The girl made a lazy sound through her nose. She felt much better! But she didn't want to get up; she wished she could stay in her father's arms like this forever.

Zheng Tian's heart wasn't as anxious as before. The fragrance emanating from his daughter made him feel a little lightheaded, especially since he could feel the smoothness and amazing elasticity of her flat stomach in his hands. Even through the fabric, he could feel it clearly. The man's breathing became a little rapid, and his palms became hot without him needing to rub them.

Zheng Tian felt that his position with his daughter was a little ambiguous, and he whispered in her ear, "Are you done?" He then tried to pull his hands away.

"It still hurts a little," the girl's words dispelled his thoughts, and her small hands pressed tightly against her father's large hands.

The atmosphere inside the car quietly heated up.

"Dad! I love you!" The girl, her eyes still closed and her face flushed, mustered her courage and boldly confessed her love to her father.

"I love you too. My dear daughter." The man was taken aback by his daughter's words, feigning ignorance.

"That's not what I meant!" The girl became a little anxious, struggling to break free from the man's embrace.

"Moon, I love you! And I love your mother just as much!" The man gripped his daughter's shoulders, his expression serious, his words tender and affectionate, while staring intently into her eyes. The girl did not back down, her firm gaze meeting her father's.

"Dad. That's different! I love you the way Mom loves you. You should understand. I love you!" The girl emphasized the word "love": "I know you've been reading my diary."

"I..." The man was speechless for a moment.

"I know this is wrong. But I just love you, and I'm hopelessly in love with my own father!" The girl's face was already streaked with tears, her voice soft and low, yet her speech remained fluent and steady: "From a young age, I felt like a child without a mother, growing up amidst the discriminatory gazes of others. When I first started kindergarten, whenever other children mocked me for not having a mother, I would cry and explain, 'My mother is abroad, she'll be back soon, and she'll bring me lots and lots of delicious and fun things.' But no one believed me; they..." She always said, "Your mother's back, why didn't she come to pick you up?" I was speechless. When you came to pick me up, I cried and begged you for my mother, but you just repeated to me the same things I'd said to others hundreds of times. At that moment, I felt so wronged, but I had to hold back my tears. Because I knew I still had a loving father who doted on me. A father that everyone would envy! The

man listened to his daughter's story, thinking back to his past life, feeling sorry for his daughter and for making her suffer so much. His own eyes reddened slightly.

The girl wiped away her tears and continued, "It's good! Mom comes back every year, and she always brings me lots of gifts, but I don't want those toys, I want Mom. Her visits are always so short, so much so that before I even have a chance to brag to others about my mom, she's already gone! Time and time again, for seven whole years, it's just Dad and me during Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival. But I still don't cry. I think having a good dad is enough. Dad! I love you…" The girl was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Zheng Tian lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and wiped away a glistening tear from the corner of his eye as he exhaled smoke.

"Beep…" The car behind honked; somehow the car in front had already moved some distance away. Lin Zhengtian composed himself, started the car, and drove off. Only the girl's soft sobs remained inside.

The man felt a little stifled and rolled down the window. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the father and daughter in a golden light. Looking at the shimmering river outside the window, Lin Zhengtian was moved:

"How much sorrow can one have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

… In the days leading

up to September 17th

, the atmosphere in the Lin family was somewhat strange—Lin Zhengtian often avoided his daughter; Lin Yue'er remained silent; Liu Yirong's eyes held a lingering cloud of sorrow. Even during meals, the occasional eye contact or the clinking of chopsticks between father and daughter sent them both shivering as if electrocuted, lowering their heads and withdrawing their hands.

After dinner, Lin Zhengtian lay back on the bed after taking a shower, his left hand behind his head, silently smoking—he'd been smoking heavily lately. "What should I do about Yue'er's situation?" he wondered to himself.

Liu Yirong, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, drying her long, damp hair with a towel as she walked. A deep cleavage was revealed from the wide opening of the robe, causing ripples with the beautiful woman's movements. But Zhengtian didn't notice this beautiful sight; his mind was still on his daughter. The beautiful woman gracefully sat on the edge of the bed, a fragrant breeze wafting around her. Half of her delicate body was resting on her husband's naked, muscular frame. Her left hand rested on his chest, her right hand caressing his face. Her gaze was fixed on his eyes as she parted her cherry lips slightly: "Are you still troubled by Yue'er's matter?"

"How can I not be annoyed? Last time you said you'd give her a younger brother or sister, is that even possible?" The man sighed, holding the beauty in his arms, his large hands stroking his wife's older sister's back. The woman didn't answer, quietly listening to her husband's heartbeat.

"However," the man changed the subject, "Sister, you seem to have grown quite a bit!" The man's lust was aroused again, and his hands slipped inside the bathrobe, feeling the smoothness and elasticity of his beautiful wife's older sister's full buttocks.

"Ugh! You big pervert! You were just saying you were annoyed!" The beautiful woman pouted, glaring at her husband, but her body cooperated with his actions. She understood her husband's intention—to let her go abroad happily and not worry too much. Yi Rong took the initiative to pull open the bathrobe, her high breasts pressing down on the man's head. Zheng Tian rolled over, pinning his wife's older sister beneath him. His tongue teased her nipples, while his hand reached into the woman's thick pubic hair, exploring its depths.

"Mmm..." the woman moaned softly, her voice tinged and trembling, her alluring eyes gently closing. Zheng Tian's nimble fingers parted her labia, his middle finger moving in and out of her vagina, drawing out a glistening, oily fluid.

"Sister! Look!" the man exclaimed excitedly, picking up a drop of glistening love juice with his finger. The woman forced her eyes open, only to discover such a shameful scene. A soft, protesting moan escaped her lips, further fueling the man's lust. He held his nectar-covered fingers to his eyes, the love juice thick and oily; he brought them to his nose, inhaling the subtle fragrance. Unable to resist, he put his fingers in his mouth, savoring them carefully. The beautiful woman was greatly embarrassed, her face flushed crimson. Although her husband had sometimes engaged in similar acts of "gentle sipping of the river water," she had never witnessed it firsthand. Now, his lewd act ignited the desire deep within her, her body instantly becoming hot, her snow-white skin turning slightly red.

"Sister! Didn't you want a child last time?" The man pressed his hot, large glans between her petals, rubbing and teasing her. Two crimson rose petals opened and closed intermittently as the glans teased them, barely covering the tip of his penis, unable to be fully grasped or held firmly. The man was patient; he enjoyed teasing his beautiful sister-in-law, watching the alluring woman's seductive expression as she writhed and begged for pleasure beneath him, his masculine pride swelling to its peak, bringing him immense satisfaction. Zhengtian rubbed his honey-slicked glans against the sensitive, delicate clitoris, occasionally tapping its tip lightly, causing the already crimson droplets to display a bewitching hue.

The beautiful woman was intensely aroused; her eyes were tightly closed, her pearly teeth biting her rosy lower lip, enduring the torment of pleasure. No! She couldn't surrender willingly. The beauty was struggling internally.

Her husband, watching his sister-in-law's expression of unbearable yet desperate endurance, secretly chuckled with satisfaction. He bent down, lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and took the beautiful, luscious pearl into his mouth, his tongue sucking hard on the clitoris, occasionally biting it gently with his teeth. The beautiful woman couldn't withstand such stimulation; her long, shapely legs wrapped around the man's neck, clamping tightly around him, her jade-like hands pressing firmly against the back of his head.

Yi Rong climaxed, accompanied by a long, mournful cry, a stream of hot vaginal fluid, carrying a strong feminine fragrance, gushed from her uterus, which was caught by the waiting mouth, half of it swallowed. The afterglow of the climax gradually faded. The man kissed the beautiful woman's small lips, transferring the remaining half of his semen to his wife.

"Sister! Doesn't it smell sweet and smooth?" the man teased his beloved wife. The beautiful sister-in-law's face flushed, and she nodded noncommittally.

"Ah..." Another long, melodious, and poignant cry escaped her lips. Before the beautiful woman could speak, her lower body was mercilessly pierced by the man's fiery pillar, entering her uterus and slamming heavily against the uterine walls. Without pausing, the hot penis forcefully and repeatedly plowed the delicate and tight flower path. The man hoisted the beautiful woman's two rounded jade legs onto his shoulders, pressing them against her chest. The man thrust rapidly into her slippery vagina while simultaneously kneading her snow-white, high breasts.

The woman gripped the white sheets tightly, her bluish veins bulging and protruding beneath her almost translucent skin. The tingling sensation in her breasts, the pleasure emanating from her vagina, the numbness and piercing sensation of her uterus from the powerful impacts—all these made the beautiful woman dizzy, her mouth dry, her lips parted, breathing rapidly, her fragrant breath wafting out.

Thrust after thrust, the man's pounding showed no sign of slowing, instead becoming more intense and rapid. The high-speed friction made his shaft even hotter, the glans relentlessly digging out more fluid in an attempt to extinguish the raging fire. The oily nectar, just poured onto the thick penis, evaporated rapidly due to the high temperature, a process that repeated itself.

The beautiful woman felt her lower body burning and swollen, an unbearable numbness, as if her delicate body and heart were melting and burning. She felt like a feather floating in the air.

The man's lumbar spine gradually went numb, the blood vessels in his penis throbbing and contracting wildly. His glans throbbed with pain, desperately trying to expel the burglarizing sperm.

The large, rounded glans slammed into the uterine wall again, a jet of scalding heat shooting out, burning the beautiful woman to the point of ecstasy. She clung tightly to her husband, speechless…

Chapter Five:
September 18th,

Liu Yirong left.

Lin Zhengtian felt a little lost and drove aimlessly back to the company. His spacious and bright CEO office was empty; not just the space.

Suddenly, Lin Zhengtian felt incredibly idle, so idle it was almost unsettling, while the thick stack of documents awaiting approval on his desk seemed to mock him. He took out a cigarette, put it to his lips, and was about to light it when he heard his wife's earnest words before she left: "Honey, smoke less; it's bad for your health. You've been restless these past few days..."

Annoyed, Zhengtian forcefully twisted the cigarette into the ashtray, crushing it to dust. He slumped weakly into the chair, covering his face with his hands… For the past two weeks,

starting September 30th

, Lin Zhengtian had been very unhappy. Life was devoid of joy, work lacked passion, and he felt as if he were in his twilight years. He came home very late every day, even eating out for all three meals. He was afraid to see Yue'er, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was afraid of.

Lin Yue'er had been living a similarly monotonous and dreary life for the past two weeks. She was in her final year of high school, facing heavy academic pressure, living a monotonous life between home and school, and most importantly—Yue'er discovered that her father, who had always doted on her, was now avoiding her. Was she a monster or a demon? No. Absolutely not. Although her father outwardly avoided her, every night while she slept, Zhengtian would tiptoe into her room, stand by the bed, and stare at her intently for a long time.

Every time he left, Yue'er could always hear a faint sigh. She only discovered this by chance, which filled her with joy.

At 10 pm, Lin Yue'er lay in bed, reflecting on the events of the past few days—yesterday afternoon, she accompanied Zhang Shanna to try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos. Looking at Sister Na in her pure white wedding gown, Yue'er felt a pang of envy. However, the lingering sorrow in Sister Na's eyes puzzled her. But this was beyond her comprehension, and her attention had long been drawn to the snow-white, sacred wedding dress, even fantasizing about one day in the future when her beloved man would personally drape her in that beautiful wedding gown. Thinking of this, Yue'er drifted off into a daze.

Yue'er fell asleep, a faint smile still lingering on her pretty face.

At 11:00 PM on October 1st,

Lin Zhengtian paced back and forth in the living room, his expression serious, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with anxiety—Yue'er was missing. She had left home at 7:00 AM that morning and hadn't returned. Yue'er's phone was switched off, and she hadn't called to explain. This was unprecedented, and it worried Zhengtian greatly. He had personally cooked dinner that day, hoping to have a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter over a meal, but it hadn't come to pass. Concern clouded his judgment, and Lin Zhengtian's mind raced with all sorts of possibilities—had she been out playing and forgotten to come home? Had she run away from home? Had she been attacked by bandits? Had she been kidnapped for ransom? Just as Lin Zhengtian picked up the phone to call the police, Yue'er returned.

Sitting in the car, Yue'er felt exhausted and just wanted to get home quickly, take a long shower, and get a good night's sleep. What happened today surprised her, yet she could accept it with a sense of relief. It turned out that the stubborn Na-jie had defied her parents' wishes and resolutely married the man her parents called a "rogue."

The wedding scene was chaotic. Yue'er coldly observed everyone's expressions—the bride's resolute gaze; the groom's awkward smile; the mixed emotions on Na's parents' faces; the groom's parents' somber expressions; and the various expressions on the faces of relatives and neighbors… Suddenly, Yue'er's phone rang. It was her father calling. Now was not a good time to answer the phone, so she turned it off.

When the farcical wedding ended, it was already past 10 PM. Before leaving, Yue'er tried to say some words of comfort to Na, who had come to see her off, but Na stopped her. She smiled through her tears, her eyes still resolute: "For what I love, I will persevere to the end."

Hearing these words again, Yue'er felt a mix of emotions, a complex blend of feelings.

When Yue'er walked into the house and saw her father's face, which was about to explode, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She silently sensed the tense atmosphere, like a storm brewing. It was her oversight; she had forgotten to turn her phone back on. Unexpectedly, her father didn't get angry; he simply asked her calmly where she had been. After hearing his daughter's explanation, the heavy weight in Zheng Tian's heart finally lifted.

...

Lin Zheng Tian lay in bed, his eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, as if a beautiful flower was truly blooming there. "Beep...beep...beep..." Zheng Tian answered the phone. It was Liu Yirong calling from England.

"Honey! Are you asleep?" The beautiful woman's voice was light and cheerful.

"Not yet. What's wrong? Missing me?" The man was in high spirits; he missed his sweetheart so much!

"Who cares about you! You're just being vain!" Clearly, the wife was in a good mood.

"What's wrong? Sis, is something good?"

"Of course! Guess!" The beauty playfully replied.

"You closed a big deal?"

"Yeah! And what else?"

"And what else?...You got a promotion? A raise?"

"You idiot! That's all you know. Silly husband, I have some absolutely great news for you!" The woman was very pleased, teasing the man's appetite.

"What great news?" The man, playing along with his wife's wishes, pressed on.

"Hehe...Honey, I'm pregnant!" The wife's slightly shy words couldn't hide her triumphant joy.

"Ah?!?!" All the man's displeasure vanished. "Really?! That's great! Sis, when are you coming back? I'll pick you up! Take care of yourself, and don't do any strenuous exercise! Also..."

"What did you say you wrote?! I just found out! There aren't that many taboos!" His beautiful wife chided playfully, as if she could see her husband's surprised face thousands of miles away.

...

"Okay, okay! I'm not talking to you anymore. Go to sleep. Goodnight. Bye!"

"Take care of yourself! Goodnight!" Zheng Tian reluctantly hung up the phone, a smile on his face, and rolled around happily on the bed like a child. He finally calmed down, planning to celebrate his wife's return properly. No! Tomorrow I'll go find my buddies and have a good drink! We won't leave until we're drunk!

While her father was overjoyed in his room, Lin Yue'er lay in bed thinking about the day's events.

Too many feelings overwhelmed the precocious girl. Yue'er's mind was filled with Na Jie's tear-streaked smiling face. "For what I love, I will persevere to the end..." the girl murmured, drifting off to sleep.

October 2nd, Lin Residence .

Lin Yue'er, wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa in the living room, watching television absentmindedly. Clearly, she was thinking about something. That morning, Yue'er had also learned that her mother was pregnant. Looking at her father's joyful face, she felt a strange pang of sadness amidst her happiness. Her father had made plans with friends and left early in the afternoon. Yue'er was home alone, reading and watching television.

After taking a shower, it was already 9:35 PM. She looked at the spacious, bright living room, which felt empty and somewhat cold.

Suddenly, a melodious tune played—it was the doorbell. Her father was helped home by a friend surnamed Wang. Looking at her father's intoxicated state, Yue'er frowned slightly. "Uncle Wang, how did my dad get so drunk?"

"Yue'er, your dad insisted on drinking! We couldn't stop him."

"Couldn't stop him? We just shouldn't have encouraged it!" That's what Yue'er thought, but her hands were busy helping her father into the bedroom and laying him down on the bed. After seeing Uncle Wang off, Yue'er went into her parents' bedroom. Looking at her father, still rambling incoherently, she felt both angry and heartbroken.

As Yue'er wiped her father's face with a warm towel, she muttered a complaint, "Why did you drink so much? Even

when you're happy, this isn't the way to behave. What a nuisance!" After wiping his face, Yue'er opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a bottle of hangover medicine, and poured out three pills according to the instructions. The white pills were marked with "ht".

Still feeling dizzy, Yue'er watched as her father finally swallowed the pills. A little incident had occurred while she was giving him the medicine—the usually well-behaved man suddenly hugged Yue'er and fed her a mouthful of water and pills.

Yue'er couldn't react in time and was forced to swallow them all. The man immediately lay back down, behaving himself. Yue'er was both angry and ashamed. She shook her head and continued wiping her father's body.

The buttons on his white shirt were undone one by one. The man's bare chest and strong masculine scent made Yue'er dizzy and disoriented. She hurriedly pulled off her father's trousers, revealing his bulging black underwear.

The girl blushed, her mind reeling. Her soft, boneless hands, almost powerless, used a warm towel to wipe her father's strong body.

Finally, Yue'er finished cleaning her father, covered him with a thin blanket, and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her father's face—the face she had dreamt of so many times—and whispered her innermost feelings, two clear tears streaming down her face.

"You rascal! Why are you my father? Do you know how much I love you?... "

Zheng Tian felt very hot, burning his heart with heat. His vision blurred, and he seemed to hear a beautiful woman whispering something in his ear. The woman's appearance was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. There was an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Was she his wife?

Looking at the girl's tear-streaked face, Zheng Tian felt a surge of heat in his heart. He couldn't help himself. Amidst the girl's startled cry, he pulled her into his arms, rolled over, and gently kissed away her tears.

A little panicked, Yue'er's small hands weakly pressed against her father's chest, her beautiful eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions—surprise, panic, joy, sadness, and anticipation… Zheng Tian was very gentle, softly taking the girl's small hands and placing them on either side of his body, guiding her to hug his strong back. The man's strong, powerful legs also sandwiched the girl's slender legs between them, his already somewhat aroused manhood pressing tightly against the girl's lower abdomen, letting her feel the heat, the firmness, the power.

The girl's small mouth was pressed against Zheng Tian's large mouth, her eyes quickly becoming dazed, unable to bear such passion. Yue'er closed her eyes, wholeheartedly feeling the excitement and possession her father brought. Her full, soft lips were forcibly parted, and her pearly white teeth were pried open—all because of the man's nimble tongue, which played and teased freely in the girl's small mouth. He was so shameless, stubbornly entwining his sweet, smooth tongue with hers.

The girl couldn't bear such harassment and tried to avoid his shameless behavior. But he still wouldn't let go, relentlessly pursuing her, and even forcefully swallowing large gulps of her sweet saliva. This greatly annoyed the girl, and she took the initiative to fight back, her sweet, smooth tongue plunging into the man's large mouth, engaging in a fierce struggle. Just when the two were locked in a fierce battle, Yue'er felt her Jade Maiden Peak fortress being attacked. In a panic, her small tongue couldn't resist and was captured by the man's large tongue, which gently sucked and licked it.

Zheng Tian's large hand moved up Yue'er's waist, along her smooth skin, and through her bra, pressed against her firm breasts—the touch was wonderful, soft yet firm, with excellent elasticity, and seemed a little smaller than before. The girl's body was already weak and powerless, and in a half-hearted resistance, her nightgown was stripped off.

Zheng Tian slipped his fingers behind the girl's back, removed her pink bra, and carefully sniffed it. The fresh scent of milky milk captivated the man. Yue'er covered her flushed face with her small hands, peeking through her fingers at her father holding her bra to his nose, inhaling deeply with a look of ecstasy. Like a startled rabbit, she hurriedly closed her eyes, her face burning like a blazing fire. Yue'er's body grew hot, a strange, subtly yearning feeling stirring within her. She didn't know this was the effect of "HT."

Zheng Tian tossed the treasure in his hands aside; more treasures awaited him. He leaned down, his large mouth once again taking over the girl's cherry lips, sucking in her fragrant saliva, savoring its sweet and delicate flavor. The man's nimble fingers toyed with the firm, erect testicles, the smooth skin peeking out between his fingers. The once pink nipples were now erect and hard, a deep crimson. His fingers circled the snow-white breasts, spiraling towards the nipples, but stopped at the areolas, only rubbing them with his fingertips to make them spread wider.

Yue'er's small mouth was sealed, and she could only let out a soft, dissatisfied moan from her nose. The man chuckled inwardly, finally satisfying the girl's wish. His skillful fingers gently pinched and squeezed the hot, hard nipples, a strong electric current washing over the girl's entire body. Her delicate body went limp, unable to muster any strength, even her small, fragrant tongue, which had been tightly wrapped around the man's tongue, was now at his mercy. The girl only knew to thrust out her breasts, hoping for more caresses.

Their lips parted, and the girl was slightly flustered as the hot lips left, but the man's next move explained it—a warm, moist sensation emanated from her sensitive nipples, as if they were melting. She forced her beautiful eyes open and found the man's head buried in her precocious breasts; the melting sensation was coming from there, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Zheng Tian raised his head, looking at his "beautiful wife's" delicate face, and smiled smugly, deliberately sticking out his tongue, teasing the bright red nipples with its tip. This made the girl hurriedly close her beautiful eyes, but the image of the moist, rosy nipples exuding a lewd aura under the light was deeply etched into her mind.

Zheng Tianjue's genitals were throbbing with desire, and the constriction of his underwear made him very uncomfortable. As he was removing it, he noticed a wet patch at the front. He looked down and saw that the crotch of the girl's pink underwear was soaked. The man chuckled wickedly, and his hot, large glans thrust and rubbed forcefully through his "wife's" underwear. The girl was shocked; the pleasure emanating from her pure vulva was both embarrassing and pleasurable. She dared not open her eyes, afraid of seeing something even more shameful. The pink underwear was pushed deep into her vulva by the large glans, creating a large indentation, held between her labia. The heat emanating from the burning glans, even through the fabric, was almost scalding the delicate, smooth petals.

To cool, copious amounts of sap gushed from the flower bud; the labia and surrounding skin, along with the fiery glans, could feel the slippery texture, growing increasingly wet and hot. The tingling heat made the girl reluctant to leave, even wanting to thrust her hips to meet the alluring pleasure, but she was restrained by her innate feminine modesty.

Zheng Tian was fascinated by the feeling of teasing his beautiful wife; he loved watching her writhe and beg for pleasure beneath him.

This time was no exception; he wanted to see the tearful, dreamy eyes of the lovely woman beneath him. With Yue'er's deliberate or unintentional cooperation, he easily breached the girl's last line of defense, revealing a fair, translucent, and curvaceous body before him. Although Yue'er was a precocious fruit, she was ripe enough to be eaten. The man couldn't help but swallow, relieving the dryness in his throat.

Soft, sparse pubic hair grew only around the labia, the pink petals blooming, exuding nectar and emitting a rich, sweet fragrance that attracted the man's attention. Zheng Tian couldn't resist lowering his head and taking the labia into his mouth, greedily sucking the sweet nectar. The smooth, tender petals felt almost melting in his mouth, and the endless flow of nectar made him unable to stop.

Suddenly, Zheng Tian's nose touched a slippery and warm fleshy mound, causing the girl to twitch, which he found quite amusing. A childlike impulse arose in the man, and while sucking on the nectar, he carefully tended to the bead of blood.

Yue'er felt as if she were about to die. The pleasure aroused by her father's lips and tongue had already left this innocent lamb breathless and her mind clouded. But then, when the man used the tip of his nose to tease and play with that delicate, sensitive clitoris, it brought her to the brink of ecstasy; the intense electric current almost suffocated her. Her slender fingers gripped the snow-white sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball, the veins on the back of her hands bulging from the excessive force, her knuckles turning white. Her lovely, white toes also spasmed and curled, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. Her shapely, long legs clamped tightly around the man's head, not allowing a single drop of pleasure to escape, while her clitoris overflowed with love juice.

Zheng Tian freed himself from the girl's legs, his tongue moving back to her nipples, his long middle finger gently twitching between her labia. Her passionate flesh eagerly proved its purity to the man, tightly enveloping his finger, welcoming its arrival, and then reluctantly bidding it farewell.

Yue'er panicked; her private parts, never before touched by anyone else, were being violated by her own father. Although the girl had already made up her mind to give herself to him, she felt a pang of fear as the moment approached. Actually, Yue'er wasn't regretful; it was just that the unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her bewildered. She didn't know if her reaction was right or wrong. Although the girl had witnessed her parents' intimacy and heard her mother's plaintive moans, she didn't fully understand their meaning. Moreover, the effects of the mistakenly taken "HT" drug had made her even more sensitive.

Zheng Tian felt he had been a bit too eager today; he hadn't even fully aroused his beautiful and lovely "wife," yet his manhood was openly rebelling, defying authority—his burning hot penis was about to burst with heat, desperately wanting to enter the flower garden to relieve the pressure. The man made a final struggle, his hot, hard glans pressing against the entrance of the honeyed orifice, drawing circles forcefully, while the surrounding tender flesh already tightly gripped his glans.

He whispered breathlessly in the girl's ear, "Sister! I'm going in."

Yue'er's previously hazy eyes cleared instantly. "He called me 'sister'? Am I Mom?"

Yue'er opened her beautiful eyes, filled with panic. She struggled, trying to push the man away, but her powerless resistance was no match for her frenzied father. With a low growl from the man, the girl painfully closed her eyes, two tears welling up in her eyes.

"Finally, I've given you everything!" Yue'er cried out in her heart.

The pain of breaking the symbol of purity caused her delicate brows to furrow slightly, but it was fleeting; the effects of the drug greatly reduced her pain. Soon, with the man's gentle thrusts, Yue'er lost herself in the sweet pleasure.

Zheng Tian thrust violently into his "wife's" body, feeling it so tight and warm, just like the first time. But the man's mind had long been numbed by alcohol and drugs, and he couldn't distinguish who the delicate woman beneath him was. He only knew that his penis was being squeezed tightly, the pressure inside her vagina was immense, and his glans felt like it was about to burst. He barely suppressed the urge to attack forcefully, gently using the "nine shallow, one deep" method to relieve the tension in her flower path. Soon, a large amount of ghee-like nectar gushed out, and Zheng Tian felt that he could reach the deepest point very quickly. He could no longer suppress his burgeoning desire and thrust his hips powerfully, each time going all the way in, remembering the flesh.

Yue'er, who was immersed in the gentle possessiveness and pleasure, quietly placed her round and slender legs on her father's waist. The man's sudden passion made her a little uncomfortable. Her delicate flower was forcibly forced open, and the hard and large glans pounded against her uterus, making her heart tremble and her mind wander. Pleasure surged like waves, and her tender uterus could not withstand such ravages, becoming numb and convulsing.

"Ah..." With Yue'er's scream, she ushered in her first orgasm. The intense convulsions trapped the man's glans in her uterus, and the end of the cervix tightly gripped the fleshy ridge on the glans. The man's forceful thrusts caused the entire uterus to convulse even more tightly and intensely. In the continuous pleasure, Yue'er welcomed wave after wave of orgasms.

She was far too sensitive. The pleasure her father brought her was indescribable.

"Ah...ah...ah..." After a long moan, Yue'er couldn't help but experience wave after wave of orgasms, and she fainted from bliss.

The man was very pleased, remaining still and waiting for the girl's body to calm down. He was also enjoying himself immensely; the feeling of her flower path rapidly writhing and gripping him was unprecedented. Fortunately, he was a seasoned veteran, otherwise, he would have been utterly defeated and ejaculated.

The girl remained unconscious, but her vaginal muscles continued to throb. Zheng Tianjue felt his "wife" beneath him could once again receive lovemaking. He wrapped her jade-like legs around his waist, placed a pillow behind her back, leaned against the headboard, and knelt down, cupping her smooth, round buttocks in his hands—they seemed a little thinner. The man intended to awaken the sleeping woman in his arms with a storm of sex, thrusting straight to the core, his glans pounding forcefully against the uterine wall. The girl's hands limply rested on her father's neck, her breasts heaving with dazzling waves.

"Oh...oh...no...ah...harder..." With soft moans, Yue'er slowly awoke, the sweet pleasure still filling her nerves and brain, the intense sexual signals waking her from her unconsciousness.

Yue'er weakly opened her eyes, finding her private parts being forcefully pounded by her father's thick, hot penis. Her snow-white belly bulged and flattened, her rosy labia opening and closing with each thrust, glistening love juice spraying like raindrops, soaking the point where they were joined and wetting the pristine white sheets beneath her—the peach petals on them made the girl realize she had completely become a woman!

Her father's sweat dripped onto his daughter's snow-white breasts, mingling with Yue'er's fragrant perspiration, slowly flowing down her flushed body. Her clitoris, above her labia, was constantly teased and rubbed by the man's pubic hair, becoming even more crimson and alluring. Her father's thrusts became faster and more powerful, and he too soon reached orgasm. Yue'er felt the fiery pillar inside her swell, becoming thicker, longer, and hotter.

"No...no..." Yue'er cried out as a stream of scalding semen splattered against her uterine wall, triggering another orgasm. The two streams of heat surged and merged within her flower palace.

The night passed, and the spring breeze repeatedly pierced through her jade gates.

Around 8 a.m. on October 3rd

, Lin Zhengtian awoke, but without opening his eyes, he caressed the jade-like woman in his arms. He had a dream the previous night—a dream in which his wife returned, and they made love several times. Upon waking, the warm, soft jade in his arms seemed to confirm his dream. He and she were still intimately connected, his hot penis still inside her, the unique morning erection radiating energy, her honeyed orifice unusually tight!

Zheng Tian couldn't help but thrust, and after only a few moments, he heard the beautiful woman's moan: "Dad...no more...

it hurts...no more..."

"Dad?" Lin Zheng Tian woke up with a start, and after opening his eyes, he found that the "wife" in his arms was actually his beloved daughter—Lin Yue'er.

"Ah..." A howl like a wild beast echoed throughout the Lin residence.

………………

On the morning of October 19th,

Liu Yirong returned to China from Hongqiao International Airport in City

A. When Liu Yirong saw her husband and daughter who came to greet her with a smile, she was completely stunned—both father and daughter looked haggard and thin, their eyes filled with fatigue, unease, and apology.

On the night of October 9th

, the living room of the Lin residence was brightly lit. The family of three sat scattered on the sofa, with Liu Yirong in the center and the Lin father and daughter on either side, forming an equilateral triangle—for each person, the distance between them was equal, representing their closest loved ones. Having to choose between two options was undoubtedly a painful and helpless situation.

Silence, and more silence, seemed destined to continue indefinitely. Liu Yirong was in extreme anguish. She had already found a solution, but unexpectedly, in the short month she had been gone, such a thing had happened. Both sides were her closest and dearest relatives; any choice she made would cause immense harm to the other, and she herself would be the most direct victim. Yi Rong's heart was breaking, her mind a jumble of emotions. She abruptly stood up and, under the anxious gazes of her father and daughter, went upstairs to her bedroom.

The living room remained silent, the atmosphere awkward. After a long while, Yue'er sighed softly, her heart heavy. She stood up, turned, and went upstairs as well, wanting to comfort her wounded mother. Zheng Tian, head bowed, hands cupping his face, was lost in thought…

Yi Rong turned on the tap, the cool water splashing on her face. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she smiled bitterly. Cold water mixed with tears streamed down her face and onto the surface of the sink, creating a few ripples. In the mirror, the woman's eyes revealed a mixture of love, hate, lingering affection, and farewell. A trembling, slender hand reached for the razor blade resting by the pool…

“Ah…” Yue’er’s piercing scream echoed throughout the Lin residence, reaching outside.

In the corridor outside the emergency room of the First People’s Hospital of City A,

Lin Zhengtian sat in a chair, filled with remorse, his hands tucked into his hair, gripping it tightly and loosely. Yue’er sat beside him, sobbing softly. Liu Yirong had been wheeled into the emergency room for nearly ten minutes; the red indicator light flashed. Just as the Lin father and daughter waited anxiously, a doctor emerged from the emergency room, and the father and daughter quickly rose to greet him.

"Doctor, how is she? Is my wife out of danger?"

"The patient is temporarily stable, but she has lost a lot of blood, and the blood bank doesn't have much plasma of her type. She needs a blood transfusion from her family. Which of you has the same blood type as her?"

"I do! I have the same blood type as her." Lin Zhengtian remembered something from years ago; he had been saved by his wife's blood transfusion, and it was a very rare type.

"Me too," Yue'er chimed in.

"Then come with us."

...

Lin Zhengtian, pale and unsteady on his feet, staggered back to the corridor outside the emergency room and sat down again. Lin Yue'er was still receiving a blood transfusion, but the man couldn't wait to return to his wife's side—he wanted to stay by her side.
"I don't know how you can be a parent. Your child is pregnant, and you still let her receive a blood transfusion? She almost died!" The doctor from before stood in front of Lin Zhengtian, his eyes filled with anger.

"What?" Lin Zhengtian was struck again, and jumped to his feet. He was unaware of what had happened. Yue'er, hiding it from her father, asked, "How is she? Where is she? I need to see her." "She

's alright now. She just went into shock due to blood loss." The doctor's eyes were filled with pity.

At this moment, a nurse ran out of the emergency room, and Lin Zhengtian hurriedly stopped her: "How is she?" "

They're doing emergency treatment. The patient lost too much blood, her blood pressure is too low, and she has heart failure." The nurse immediately ran away.

Lin Zhengtian shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself, but after being struck again and again, he collapsed at the doctor's call.

...

The following year, at the A City Cemetery,

"The rain falls in torrents during the Qingming Festival, and travelers on the road are heartbroken"—it was the time of the Cold Food Festival again, with spring rain slanting down. In the cold wind and drizzle, Lin Zhengtian, holding flowers, stood before a tombstone, braving the wind and rain.

He bent down, placed the flowers before the grave, stared at the tombstone for a long time, and his magnetic voice rang out: "I have found the best resting place!"

In the misty rain, the man's figure gradually receded into the distance. He walked steadily, his posture still upright, letting the wind and rain lash him.

The flowers before the grave had been battered by the wind and rain, their delicate petals drifting in the air and scattering on the ground...

Chapter Six:

Lin Zhengtian strolled along the mountain path. The entire stone-paved staircase was wet, flanked by towering, verdant pines and cypresses. The wind and rain blew, carrying the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other. Zheng Tian enjoyed the scene, pausing to listen to the rain, a contented expression on his face, his mind at peace. For a long time, the wind and rain continued, the pine trees rustled, but no one was seen.

When Lin Zheng Tian finally stepped out of the cemetery gate, it was nearly noon. The rear window of a black BMW slowly rolled down, revealing two beautiful faces, both pleased and reproachful. The man's heart warmed, and he quickened his pace towards the car. He opened the door, and just as he sat down, a pair of slender, white hands rested on his shoulders from behind, helping him remove his half-dampened suit jacket.

"Why did you take so long?" A gentle, clear voice rang out; it was Liu Yirong. She casually placed the wet clothes on the passenger seat. The man looked at the beautiful woman with tender eyes, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took another pair of slender wrists in his hands—Yue'er wrapped her arms around her father's neck from behind, laughing like a silver bell.

"I think they're doing well, peacefully! Sister, how long have we known each other? Nineteen years, right?" The man's tone was slow and deep, firm yet tinged with sadness.

"Yes! Nineteen years," the beautiful woman said softly, her eyes gentle.

Yue'er's warm lips kissed her father and mother's cheeks, and she said with a grin, "Dad! Mom! I'm so hungry. Let's go home for dinner." She then gently stroked her protruding belly a few times with her little hands.

Zheng Tian's gaze softened with tenderness and affection as he watched the girl's actions. His eyes shifted from his daughter to his wife, who was also heavily pregnant, and then to her beautiful, flower-like face. The man smiled, content and happy.

"Let's go home for dinner!" Zheng Tian started the car, turned the steering wheel, and the BMW drove smoothly along the highway.

The beautiful mother and daughter, two charming and adorable pregnant women with languid expressions, whispered and laughed, occasionally stuffing the peeled fruit they had prepared into the man's mouth.

After the "suicide attempt," his gentle-natured sister-in-law forgave his relationship with their daughter. Upon learning of the girl's pregnancy and her determination to protect the unborn child, she tacitly approved of the relationship to some extent. Lin Yue'er also dropped out of school to focus on awaiting the baby's birth.

Zheng Tian was somewhat surprised by his wife's change, but he didn't want to say anything. He didn't want either of the two women he deeply loved to be hurt again, so he accepted the outcome naturally.

During the Qingming Festival, he took his wife and daughter to pay respects to his deceased parents—nineteen years ago, in a car accident, Lin Zheng Tian's parents lost their lives protecting their son. In this car accident, Lin Zhengtian lost both his parents, but he welcomed a woman who truly entered his life, a woman who saved his life with her own blood, a woman who deeply loved him, and a woman he deeply loved—Liu Yirong. Because of the wind and rain, he left his pregnant mother and daughter in the car and went to pay respects to his parents alone.

In front of his parents' joint grave, when he saw their still youthful faces on the tombstone, he remembered his mother's eyes, which had lingered open because of her worry for him, and he was moved to say, "I have found the best home!"

Zhengtian, who was driving, saw two beautiful faces radiating maternal love in the rearview mirror and smiled contentedly.

On Sunday afternoon, March 26th

, Lin Zhengtian accompanied his wife and daughter to the mall to buy baby supplies. He watched many children happily buying snacks and toys with their parents, and looking at his expectant wife and daughter,

he felt a sweet warmth in his heart. Following behind two beautiful and alluring pregnant women, he couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at their plump, perky buttocks, made even rounder by pregnancy. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was around, he gave them a quick pinch, prompting the two beauties to turn around and roll their eyes, scolding him, "You pervert!"

Zhengtian felt wronged. Couldn't he even touch his own wives? How could this be! He'd been holding back for so long, it was driving him crazy. Every time he flirted with the two beauties, he was always the one who suffered—he could only look, not touch! His burning desire had nowhere to go. Sigh! So frustrating! When could he finally have sex with both of them? Lin Zhengtian fantasized in his mind, thinking of filthy things.

On May 12th, Liu Yirong gave birth to a son.

On June 1st, Lin Yue'er gave birth to a daughter. Fortunately, the children were healthy.

...

On July 1st,

Lin Zhengtian was extremely excited during the day. He could finally have his wish fulfilled—last night, Yirong had finally agreed to have sex with her daughter. Although they had been intimate since their children gave birth, the mother was unwilling to be with her daughter. Lin Zhengtian had long wanted to put them together for a "twin lotus" game. What would it feel like to look at two almost identical pretty faces? Lin Zhengtian eagerly awaited the arrival of the night. On

the night of July 1st

, Lin Zhengtian lay on a specially made large bed, with two beautiful women nestled in his arms. His hands were restless, roaming and caressing the women's sensitive areas through their thin nightgowns, eliciting soft moans and gasps from both women, their eyes tightly closed, their faces showing unbearable desire.

Yue'er was relatively young, experiencing sex for the first time, and due to her pregnancy, she hadn't had much intimacy with her father, so she lacked experience. Lin Zhengtian, however, was also hesitant, not daring to openly show affection to his daughter in front of his wife's sister. Although Yue'er was panting and aroused, she still managed to grit her teeth and endure.

Liu Yirong, on the other hand, was in a much worse situation! Women, in their thirties, are like wolves; in their forties, like tigers. How could she, in the prime of her life, endure her husband's caresses? And being breastfeeding, her body was exceptionally sensitive, and under the man's focused assault, she was gradually overwhelmed. Unable to withstand the teasing, she was already overflowing with moisture; the crotch of her underwear was soaked, as if water could be wringed out, and the fabric of her breasts was damp with the milk flowing from her breasts.

The man pretended not to notice, while simultaneously increasing the intensity of his caresses on both women, his nimble fingers kneading the rosy clitoris with varying degrees of pressure. Lin Yue'er was the first to succumb, opening her beautiful eyes, almost overflowing with tears, her pretty face flushed, and squeezing out a heart-wrenching plea from her throat: "Dad..."

The man smiled slightly, releasing the girl to rest and watch how he would tease the mature woman. He launched a full-scale attack on the beautiful woman.

Yi Rong was now in agony. To maintain her image in front of her daughter, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly persisted, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears as she looked at her husband with a reproachful expression. But the man seemed oblivious, continuing to tease his alluring sister-in-law. This wicked man, he really loved this kind of thing. Wasn't he deliberately playing a trick on her?

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth in hatred, her red lips glistening, her jade hands wrapped around the man's back, her plump, snowy buttocks twisting and turning as if both welcoming and resisting.

"Ah..." the beautiful woman let out a long moan, complaining to the man about the pleasure in her body. She was already aroused, and with her daughter watching, her shyness and forbidden feelings only fueled her excitement. She felt a surge of heat in her womb, her vagina contracting, and she actually climaxed.

Amidst Yue'er's soft laughter, the man, in front of his beautiful wife, licked the clear, glistening nectar from his palm, lewdly teasing her as he did so: "Sister, so sweet and smooth! Yue'er, you should taste your sister's nectar too." The man deliberately replaced "mother" with "sister" and held his hand to Yue'er's lips.

Yue'er, her face flushed, glanced at her equally rosy-cheeked mother, closed her beautiful eyes, and extended her soft, fragrant tongue, carefully licking the love fluid from her father's hand—it had the scent of a mature woman, a slightly fishy and salty taste, and an indescribable lewd aroma. Yi Rong was extremely shy, her round, slender, white fingers twisting and pinching her husband's waist. The man didn't care, laughing heartily, and helped his wife's sister undress—her lower abdomen remained snow-white and flat, not rounded or protruding from childbirth.

The man caressed her tenderly, then bent down to leave a trail of delicate, passionate kisses. Inspired by this, Yue'er took off her nightgown, leaving only a small pair of beige panties, and moved in front of her father. Zheng Tian looked up, smiling at his daughter, and planted a deep kiss on her navel. The girl nestled her father's head, closing her eyes with a blissful contentment.

Yi Rong watched her daughter embracing her husband with such bliss, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her, but a certain bitterness. She gently pulled her husband closer, placing one of her full, white breasts into his mouth. The nipple was immediately taken in, pulled, sucked, and burned, waves of pleasure quickly spreading deep within her. The man suckled the sweet milk like an infant, while simultaneously playing with his other swollen nipple. He invited his daughter to enjoy the delicious treat with him. Yue'er hesitated for a moment, then happily took the other nipple into her mouth, once again experiencing the happiness of childhood.

Liu Yirong gently stroked the hair of the two large "babies," her heart calm and content. Suddenly, the beautiful woman felt a hot, round, hard object pressing against her delicate labia, slightly penetrating, then mischievously teasing and rubbing it up and down, occasionally squeezing the blood-red clitoris. The beautiful woman tensed up, her long legs wrapped around her husband's waist, trying to let that burning pillar of fire enter her body.

The man ignored his wife's hints, suckling vigorously at her breast, filling his mouth with milk, and instead kissed Yue'er. Yue'er swallowed the sweet milk he offered, her tongue entwining with his, milk occasionally spilling from her lips and dripping onto Yi Rong's full breasts. Her beautiful sister-in-law's eyes were half-open, seemingly brimming with tears, watching the erotic scene before them. Their

lips parted, both breathing heavily, reluctant to part. Zheng Tian, seeing his daughter's flushed face and closed eyes, a few drops of milky liquid still clinging to her rosy lips, couldn't help but kiss them away. Yue'er, shyly opening her eyes, her beautiful, flowing eyes signaled to the man—her mother was still waiting!

Zheng Tian chuckled and said to his daughter, "Later, you'll be just like your 'sister.' Understand?"

Although Yue'er didn't understand, she obediently nodded.

"Then give it to me first," the man said with a wicked grin, pointing to the girl's last line of defense.

What? Yue'er was mortified and could only take off her underwear, shyly handing it to her father. The man happily took it, carefully examining her crotch; it was wet. Zheng Tian couldn't resist bringing it to his nose, carefully inhaling the fragrance of the girl's private parts. The girl's face turned even redder, shaking her father's arm and acting coquettishly. Zheng Tian's lips then landed on the girl's nipple, gently pulling and biting, before sucking a mouthful of milk and transferring it to the beautiful woman. Yi Rong swallowed her daughter's milk, anticipating her husband's next move.

"Husband... ah... be gentle... ah... be gentle..." The beautiful woman had never expected her husband's assault to be so fierce, each thrust hitting her flesh, slamming heavily against the inner walls of her uterus. Her uterine walls and vagina quickly went numb, waves of pleasure washing over her, one after another. Before the beautiful woman could even savor the fullness brought by that massive pillar of fire, another violent impact came, even her moans becoming intermittent.

"Ah... ah... no... ah... don't... don't..."

Yue'er, watching from the side, felt her mouth dry and her body burning. She had never imagined that a man could be so wild. The thought of soon ending up like her mother made Yue'er's heart pound, her palms sweating.

The man didn't care about any of that; all he knew was to thrust harder and harder into the beauty beneath him. Today, he was excited, perhaps a little overzealous, perhaps his deepest, darkest desires had been satisfied.

Although the beautiful woman had just given birth, her vaginal opening remained warm and tight, seemingly possessing a spirit, automatically clamping and sucking as she drifted into a semi-conscious state. The man was enjoying himself immensely, even sensing that his wife was about to climax again—her vaginal contractions were increasing in frequency and force, and her beautiful eyes were rolling upwards. The man worked even harder, helping his wife reach her peak, welcoming the sensual excitement.

"Husband... ah..." the woman called out unconsciously in her semi-conscious state; she had climaxed. Soon, the woman awoke from her climax, her body limp and powerless, her beautiful, expressive eyes half-open as she watched her husband manipulate their daughter.

Yue'er was a little nervous, her delicate body helpless as the man did as he pleased. She watched her daughter shyly close her eyes, her lamb-like appearance filling him with tenderness. Her snow-white, high breasts were just maturing, her smooth, still-flat abdomen after childbirth, and her pink, dewy petals remained hidden, the scent of milk and her body mingling to stimulate the man's senses. As if sensing the man's burning, greedy gaze, Yue'er's snow-white skin flushed slightly and trembled. Just as she waited anxiously, the man made his move.

Yue'er understood what her mother had just felt—the fiery pillar thrusting rapidly and powerfully into her most tender spot, her uterus trembling from the impact. A tingling, numb, and swollen pleasure seeped into her bones, an itching sensation that made her want that thick penis to pound and ravage her even faster to relieve the itch, unaware that it was merely a temporary fix. A girl new to sex was no match for her father, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters. With a long moan, she followed in her mother's footsteps, collapsing limply on the bed.

Zheng Tian, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, continued his frenzied thrusting, hoping to induce more orgasms in the girl. Just now, when his daughter reached her climax, her uterus and vagina convulsed violently. The large glans of his penis was gripped and tingled by the cervix, and a surge of heat rushed to his sensitive urethral opening, almost causing the man to ejaculate. Fortunately, his experience allowed him to control the overwhelming sensation. The girl was already limp and powerless, but she still tried to arch her back and lift her hips to meet the man's movements. The flowing nectar covered both of their genitals. The scents of milk, body, and woman mingled and diffused in the air.

With a low growl from the man, Yue'er felt streams of heat shooting onto her clitoris, so hot that she groaned and climaxed again, her whole body flushed, her mouth wide open, and a strand of her hair damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead. The man gently brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead, and withdrew from her body.

The fiery pillar seemed unaffected by the ejaculation, continuing its triumphant 30-degree upward thrust, even nodding slightly, as if satisfied with its victory. The pillar was covered in a glistening mixture of fluids, and milky semen continued to ooze from its tip. Both beauties were captivated by it, their eyes glazed. Was this the wicked thing that had brought them such immense pleasure? Yue'er knelt up, actively grasping the hot pillar, rubbing and stroking it.

Zheng Tian was somewhat surprised by the girl's actions. He glanced at the girl, then at his wife—the same surprised expression, but with something else in her eyes.

Yi Rong didn't know what was wrong with her. Seeing her daughter sucking on her husband's glans, she felt inexplicably jealous, a mix of resentment and envy, but mostly a lewd excitement. That pillar of fire was simply too huge and thick. Yue'er's small mouth couldn't possibly hold it all, and being inexperienced,

she could only clumsily and passively hold half of the penis. The girl closed her eyes, feeling ashamed and lewd, actually willingly sucking on her father's shameful member, which was still covered in her own juices and her father's semen. Suddenly, she felt a pair of plump, soft flesh touch her lips. Opening her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy—it was her mother sucking on the exposed part of the penis.

What were she and her mother doing? The thought of her mother tasting the lingering nectar on the pillar made Yue'er's cheeks flush; it was her own nectar. The girl trembled with excitement, offering her mother the glans and arching her chest to let the man taste her milk.

Zhengtian, suckling the sweet milk, was excited but also a little confused—his wife's sister seemed to be jealous of her daughter's affections? She had never offered him oral sex. If that were the case, he would be much happier. Perhaps… the man made up his mind. He patted his wife's back, making her kneel on the bed, her snowy buttocks facing the edge.

The beautiful woman obediently assumed her position, her rosy vulva and delicate anus exposed to the air, gleaming alluringly under the light. She glanced back at the man. Zheng Tian was very pleased with himself. Holding his daughter, he took a deep breath of her breast milk, then parted his wife's plump buttocks and kissed her shy anus.

The beautiful wife, startled by her husband's hot lips on her most intimate place, struggled to break free. But the man wouldn't let his prize escape. "Smack!" A slap landed on her buttocks, creating a beautiful ripple. The woman was

both angry and ashamed, and she burst into tears. She couldn't believe her husband would hit her, especially in front of their daughter, and while they were naked. How could she ever face her daughter again? This was unprecedented; how could she not be heartbroken and weep?

Zheng Tian didn't care what his wife's sister was thinking. He tightened his grip on the beautiful woman's slender waist and slapped her repeatedly, causing her beautiful, alluring buttocks to ripple outwards—the beautiful sight the man had just discovered. Actually, the man's slaps didn't hurt much; it had a playful, teasing feel to it, but Yi Rong just couldn't bear to lose face.

As the man slapped her, she became obedient, her crying gradually stopping, and she even felt a little pleasure. A patch of red appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks, hot and tingling, bringing a slight sense of pleasure. She gently swayed her beautiful buttocks, attracting the man's attention. Zheng Tian was captivated by what he saw, admiring it in his heart. He kissed the troublesome chrysanthemum again and poured the milk from his mouth into his sister-in-law's anal bud.

Yue'er was dumbfounded. Her usually gentle and refined father was being so "violent"? Only when she saw the snow-white milk dripping from Yi Rong's buttocks did she realize it was her own milk. Yue'er was extremely embarrassed but didn't understand her father's actions. When the girl saw the man get up and turn to her, she tensed up, wondering what her father intended to do. Was he going to spank her too? Yue'er was a little scared. Zheng

Tian suckled again, filling his mouth with milk, and gestured for Yue'er to kneel side-by-side with him like her mother. The girl understood a little, and quickly and obediently lay down, sticking out her beautiful buttocks, and using her small hands to spread her buttocks apart, ingratiatingly inviting the man to come and have his way with her.

Zheng Tian was very satisfied. He hadn't expected the girl to be so obedient, and the scene of mother and daughter blooming like twin lotus flowers was so lewd and alluring, dazzling to behold—two equally beautiful women, side by side, their plump buttocks raised, their dark red chrysanthemum buds finally ready to bloom, releasing milky white, sweet nectar from their pistils, inviting the man's favor.

Just thinking about this scene was exciting, let alone experiencing it firsthand! Zheng Tian was extremely pleased, his male chauvinism swelling to its peak, and his satisfaction reaching its zenith! This was a hundred times, a thousand times more pleasurable than last time!

The alluring mature woman's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, a low moan escaping her throat, her face showing restraint. The man had already entered her anus. Yue'er looked at her mother and proactively wiped the fragrant sweat from her flushed face. Yi Rong opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes revealing gratitude. Perhaps Liu Yi Rong wasn't aware yet, but she had already placed her daughter on the same level as herself.

Zheng Tian was almost overwhelmed with pleasure; the hot rectum was warm and comfortable, and the force of the intestinal walls' contractions was no less than, and perhaps even greater than, that of her vagina. The poor, delicate chrysanthemum bud was being ravaged, stretched open and smoothed by the huge, thick pillar of fire right before his eyes, milky white fluid being continuously drawn out with the rhythmic back and forth of the shaft.

The man's entry and exit were smooth, and the beautiful woman's moans changed from unbearable pain to pleasurable enjoyment. This made Yue'er a little curious—was there pleasure there too?

With a muffled groan, the man gripped his beautiful wife's slender waist tightly, his hot semen spurting onto her intestinal walls and reaching her deepest point. Yi Rong's head snapped back, her hair flying wildly, her delicate fingers gripping the sheets tightly, clenched into a ball. As the man withdrew, the beautiful woman collapsed onto the bed, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting softly.

Yue'er's mind was in turmoil, lost in thought. Watching the milk and semen slowly flowing from her mother's perforated anus, she even felt an urge to taste it. The scene of their lovemaking had been too shocking for her. But soon, she too tasted the strange, swollen, numb sensation her mother had just experienced.

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The family of three continued their lewd debauchery, even the moon shyly hiding behind the clouds. Our protagonist suddenly had this thought flash through his mind—this summer, the fruits are sweet!

[The End]

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