An absolute classic of incest—Moon's Lament (father-daughter type)

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

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

The woman frowned slightly, listlessly tossing the remote aside, and, clutching a small cushion, half-reclined on the sofa. Her long, slender, white legs peeked out from under the loose hem of her nightgown. Her flawless feet, slightly crossed, revealed pink toenails that shimmered alluringly under the lamplight, making one want to hold them and examine them closely!

The woman on the sofa was named Liu Yirong. Although she was thirty-three years old, long past her youthful prime, the passing years hadn't 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 eyebrows, clear, bright black eyes, smooth, delicate nose, rosy lips, and translucent earlobes—all these features were perfectly set on a flawless oval face. She was a beautiful and charming mature woman!

Because she was half-reclined on the sofa, her long, slender, snow-white neck, along with a glimpse of pale skin peeking out from the low-cut neckline of her nightgown, created a breathtakingly beautiful scene that would drive men wild and make women envious! The woman slightly shifted her body, letting out a seductive moan, but a soft sigh immediately followed, leaving everyone puzzled!

"Click!" The sound of the door lock turning caught her attention. She immediately stood up, the hurried movement causing her breasts to sway, creating waves within the 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, about 1.7 meters tall, stood up. Her full breasts strained against her nightgown, appearing to be a 35D, with the highest points forming two raised dots on the fabric. She was probably not wearing a bra, yet her breasts remained erect. She hurriedly stood up, intending to walk towards the door, but then paused, sat back down on the sofa, and pressed the cushion against her prominent 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 as he took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.

The woman didn't answer or turn her head, as if she hadn't heard her husband's question, and simply sat there watching television—the 11:30 PM 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 white teeth, her brows furrowing, a few faint lines appearing on her furrowed brow, her body stiffening slightly! She still ignored the man!

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

"I'm not some 'lady'," the woman interrupted her husband, "I should thank 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 had happened—no wonder the woman was angry!

Zheng Tian held the brocade box in his left hand, and opened it with his right hand like a treasure—a dazzling diamond ring, the crystal-clear gemstone seeming to instantly emit a dazzling light, sparkling brilliantly!

"So..." The man paused, gazing tenderly 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 woman's snowy neck, greedily inhaling her fragrant scent, while observing her expression out of the corner of his eye.

The woman was already moved, feeling her husband's affection; a fleeting smile in her eyes didn't escape the man's sharp gaze. But the woman said, "You only know how to coax me with these things! You can't even bear to make a phone call?"

"My dear wife! I'm innocent!" The man suppressed a laugh, half-straightening up, and loudly proclaimed his innocence, "Sister, your phone was off!"

The woman chuckled at her husband's teasing tone, giving him a playful glare, and said, "What are you yelling about! Yue'er is asleep! My phone died this afternoon!" At this moment, the young woman's voice had 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 lightly kissed her rounded earlobe, gently blowing warm breath 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 plundering his spoils—the smooth, sweet saliva—and swallowing it all. His fingers, however, played with her nipples, occasionally rubbing her delicate nipples with his rough fingertips. The woman seemed to see her deep red nipples unconsciously hardening and swelling!

After a long kiss, the young woman stared intently at her husband's handsome, mature face, her eyes filled with love. She took deep breaths of fresh air, feeling a surge of passionate heat rising from the depths of her body; her panties were already 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 her nightgown, exposing her snow-white, high, hot, and swollen breasts. He opened his mouth wide and took her already erect nipple into his mouth, teasing the sensitive nipple with his tongue, gently licking the areola and tip, and occasionally lightly nibbling at the bright red blood with his teeth.

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

Yi Rong leaned back on the sofa, her face flushed with unbearable heat, two red clouds already covering her cheeks! A small hand tightly gripped the man's head, while the other groped aimlessly 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 furrowing occasionally at the man's vigorous caresses, and her cherry lips uttered soft moans.

"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, seeing the beautiful woman's aroused state, and set his sights on something else—lifting the loose hem of the woman's nightgown, he buried his head in the young woman's smooth, white thighs, his hands roaming freely over her full buttocks! Pink panties covered the woman's garden, revealing the beautiful shape of her private parts, but they couldn't stop the tender grass from creeping over the wall—a few soft, dark pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of the panty seams!

A small damp 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! 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 her very core to her heart, causing her smooth abdomen to involuntarily contract.

The man took her, along with 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 burning brighter and brighter in his lower abdomen, threatening to spiral 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 her up 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, eager for their intimate moment, didn't notice the weather forecast before the television was turned off—"It is predicted that a typhoon will begin to affect our city from 1 a.m. tonight, August 18th, and will arrive at our city at 8 a.m." 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 else would dare disturb our beautiful time!" But he still slammed the door shut with his foot, though not completely.

The man laid the woman flat on the bed, half-pressing himself onto her full, soft, and delicate body. The air was filled with her fragrance as he gazed at her beautiful face, his eyes finally settling on his wife's red lips.

The woman felt again the deep love in the man's eyes, and also the burning desire within them, like a hungry wolf—ready to devour its prey, and she was like Little Red Riding Hood trapped in its jaws. The woman willingly allowed herself to be devoured by the man, completely and utterly consumed!

The man could no longer restrain himself; his gaping maw pressed down on his chosen target—the woman blocked his 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 stirring that spread from her fingertips to a deep corner of her heart, infecting her soul, which was about to ignite.

"Go take a shower, husband! You're all sweaty!" the beautiful woman said inwardly, struggling with her own feelings.

The man smiled nonchalantly, kissed his wife's sister's cheek, and turned to walk towards the bathroom in the inner room. As he walked, his fingers inadvertently touched a small, bottle-shaped hard 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 the earth. But all of this did not affect the couple inside, immersed in love and desire; or rather, they had already entered a state of complete absorption.

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

Intense pleasure, like lightning in the night, ripped through the darkness, stimulating the woman's vision, blurring everything around her. The beautiful woman tried to open her eyes wide, but her efforts were in vain. What she felt most intensely at that moment was the pleasure brought by the huge, thick, hot pillar of heat emanating from her honeypot. In that small space, the large, round glans was constantly moving in and out, thick, slippery nectar coating the shaft.

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

Zheng Tian ignored the woman's cries, simply and diligently performing his duty—each time, he went in and out completely, leaving only the hard, round glans remaining in the woman's wet, tight, and warm flower path. With each thrust, the purplish-red glans relentlessly pushed aside the passionate, tender flesh within the honeyed orifice, pounding forcefully into the depths of the vaginal clitoris, much like an ancient siege engine—struggling to break through the layers of delicate flesh that blocked the way, penetrating the woman's uterus as if entering a magnificent palace. The glans plundered wantonly, finally collapsing against the uterine wall due to excessive excitement!

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

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

But the woman still didn't get what she wanted; she had already orgasmed three times, but the man still hadn't given her any semen.

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

But the man completely ignored her pleas, continuing to relentlessly pound the beautiful flesh 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 thrust from her husband sent her into a frenzy, waves of pleasure washing over her…

Soon, the woman lost that fleeting moment of clarity, as her numb sexual nerves sent another signal of orgasm. The inner walls of her vagina were already too raw to handle, yet they still writhed forcefully, making a final effort to grip the burning glans, like a baby suckling, craving lubrication. But what she 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 just the right amount of pressure, a sensual current surging through her chest.

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

glans, already the size of an egg, grew even larger, moving back and forth in the woman's rosy vulva. The man's 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 expansion of his shaft, hitting the uterine walls and scalding the woman's entire body, leaving her feeling warm and unable to speak.

"Ah...ah..."

The woman was also triggered into 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 the warm breath flowed over her crystal earlobe, tickling her! But the woman couldn't move, nor did she want to move; she had no strength left in her body. Her delicate hands wrapped around the man's strong back, and the mist in her beautiful eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Husband! What's wrong today? So vigorous!" the woman asked languidly, having regained some strength.

"Hehe," the man smiled slyly, "Want to know why?"

"What?" the woman asked, somewhat puzzled.

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

"You took your medicine?" The woman seemed to understand.

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

suddenly realized, playfully teasing her husband.

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

"What about the medicine?" the woman asked.

"The hangover medicine you told me to carry with me! Half the bottle is from what 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 friend bragged that it was incredibly effective for both men and women. So we each took a little."

The man took a white bottle from the bedside table drawer, poured out a few pills for his wife to see—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 bent 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 of his wife's garden, smearing the mixture of fluids and semen haphazardly. The man used a trick, secretly focusing on the beautiful woman's anus, while he used his large mouth to block his wife's sister's cherry-like lips, thus distracting her. The beautiful woman did not notice her husband's little trick, wholeheartedly accepting his caresses and passionate kisses!

"Sister! Turn over." The man continued to coax his beautiful wife's sister.

When Yi Rong obediently raised her beautiful, snow-white, plump buttocks, she thought her husband wanted to enter from behind, never imagining that her husband was after her delicate little anus.

The husband was smug, getting closer and closer to his goal. The round, smooth, snowy buttocks, the alluring pink chrysanthemum, set his heart ablaze! He couldn't help but swallow hard!

Hearing her husband's swallowing, the woman turned and smiled seductively at him, who was still in a daze. Her expression was clearly seductive!

The man sighed inwardly—how alluring! Even a vixen couldn't compare!

Zhengtian wrapped his hands around the woman's slender waist, his large glans rubbing back and forth between her garden and chrysanthemum, teasing the beautiful woman and retaliating for her earlier actions.

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

The man was extremely pleased. But when the hot glans pressed against her delicate chrysanthemum, 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 the enormous penis!

The beautiful woman knew it was too late and helplessly accepted the outcome. She had expected excruciating pain, but after her husband entered, she felt no pain, only a strange, swollen sensation. Curiosity reassured her.

Seeing that his wife's sister didn't react further, and with his own glans 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 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 fondle them. A strange, throbbing sensation arose in her delicate rear, quickly replaced by a numbing and full 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 body, slowly filled every cell in her body. Every neuron cheered with excited transmission, even the circulating blood carried a warm current from her heart. Her uterus, separated only by a wall from her rectum, could no longer remain still, screaming to offer its treasures and share the pleasure.

"Husband...husband..." the woman stammered, calling out to her lover with a sob.

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

The woman felt her uterine walls contract rapidly, releasing hot vaginal fluid. Meanwhile, the man could no longer hold back, spurting 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 were panting heavily, silent.

After a while, the man carried his beautiful, boneless, and limp wife 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 rumbling 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's howling wind and torrential rain made it impossible for her to sleep.

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

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

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 sound so alluring and captivating. The stench of debauchery wafted outside; the girl didn't even notice her underwear was 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!

Slightly annoyed, the girl removed her damp underwear, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at her desk, writing something in a locked notebook…

Outside the window, the wind and rain gradually subsided.

(II) Heaven and Hell

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

"So 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—sounded at the girl's door.

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

The girl was startled, her face flushed, and she hurriedly answered her father, lowering her head, 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 pinched his daughter's delicate little nose with the other.

"Little sleepyhead! Get up and eat!" The man looked at the girl with affection.

"Ugh! 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 tenderness as he stroked her long, straight, fragrant hair with his large hand. 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 gave the same answer, still not looking 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 rummaged through her rice, 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 her 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 few 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 my fault!"

The girl nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—it was her father who took care of her…

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'll only make 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 to tidy up the clothes.

Lin Zhengtian stood behind the beautiful woman, admiring his wife's high, rounded buttocks. A surge of heat rose in his heart, and recalling the passionate night before, his breathing became heavy. Zhengtian couldn't help but step forward, wrapping his arms around the woman's slender waist from behind, pressing his face against his wife's jade-like back, and rubbing his erect penis against her smooth, plump buttocks, seeking sweet pleasure.

Yirong stopped tidying up the clothes. She could hear and feel her husband's hot, heavy breathing, and she could feel the strong, powerful, throbbing erection behind her buttocks. The woman said in a coquettish voice, "Don't bother me! You lecherous husband! What do you want to do?" Even the beautiful woman herself felt that her words were full of provocation.

The woman broke free from her husband's grasp, 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, offered 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 her 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 he had no intention of letting her go. He immediately silenced her lingering "husband," silencing her, and kissed her again.

The man pressed the beautiful woman down onto the bed, the clothes he had just been tidying up now buried beneath her delicate body.

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

The man sighed, 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 her disheveled clothes, and playfully scolded the man.

"It's all your fault! We have to clean 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 young girl!

The man was delighted and laughed...

Lin Yue'er looked up from her desk, temporarily escaping her books, 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 girl already has a figure that rivals that of an adult woman. At least, Yue'er's bust size wouldn't be less than 32C!

Looking out at the night view, the image of the previous night's lovemaking resurfaced in Yue'er's mind, refusing to fade...

When the girl awoke from her reverie, it was almost 10 PM! She was startled, realizing she'd been lost in thought 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 love fluid. Her face flushed even more, and she took her change of clothes into the bathroom.

Chapter Two

: Warm water cascaded over the girl's delicate, curvaceous body. Her flushed face and misty eyes made her groan softly. Just moments before, as she'd taken off her clothes, she'd curiously picked up her thong and examined it closely. She'd discovered a small, slightly yellow stain in the crotch area, with some slippery, still-wet fluid remaining. Was this her love fluid?! The girl had never observed her own nectar so closely before, her face burning red.

Driven by intense curiosity, the girl carefully brought the pure white panties to her delicate nose, gently sniffing the slightly yellow stains—a sweet fragrance 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 panties into the laundry basket. But the girl didn't know that what she saw as filth was a treasure in the man's heart!

After bathing, the girl changed into pajamas with a cartoon rabbit print and lay on the bed. Suddenly remembering her mother who was leaving 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 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, her fair face immediately flushed, and she turned and fled back to her room, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it. The girl's 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 rapidly against her mother's soft, white skin…

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

At 9:30 AM on August 19th, the sweet voice of the airport announcer echoed in the waiting hall of A City Blue Sky International Airport: "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, then turned and walked towards the check-in gate with her colleagues, turning back every few steps.

Yue'er nestled in her father's arms, waving 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 said, embracing the girl as they walked out of the waiting hall.

In Zhengtian's car, the girl remained silent. Zhengtian glanced at 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 he hadn't been as attentive to his daughter as before! Since his wife returned from abroad, he hadn't spent much time with his daughter, busy with his career all day. The last time he'd accompanied the girl shopping was when she was in her final year of junior high, when he took her to buy books. Back then, she was just a little girl, but now she had grown into a graceful young woman.

The man stroked his shaved chin, wondering if he was getting old. He pondered. A thirty-two-year-old with a sixteen-year-old daughter—it was unbelievable! Marriage and children shouldn't be so early!

The man and girl walked along the pedestrian shopping street, their moods completely different. The girl was beaming, a stark contrast to her previous silence. The man, expressionless, carried bags in both hands, a bitter feeling in his heart. Women, young and old, are tigers! Although his daughter was only sixteen, her shopping skills were no less than her mother's, and perhaps even surpassed hers! The man felt he could never keep up with the girl's light and agile steps.

Lin Zhengtian was a little helpless, but more than that, he was filled with emotion—his daughter had grown up! Really grown up! Just now, his daughter 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 pink, sexy lace underwear, and he refused because he thought it was too sexy, the saleswoman's words still made him angry—"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!

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

The man looked at his daughter's happy face beside him, a little surprised—only sixteen years old, 1.65 meters tall, yet with an enviable 32C-22-33 figure. Truly astonishing!

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

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

The man's eyes sharpened, his brows 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 a good person.

The four met in the middle of the street. The two girls were chatting 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 antics.

Lin Yue'er's excited expression and sudden blush puzzled the man. Yue'er glanced shyly at Zhengtian, then resumed her laughter and chatter 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 meet again.

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

"Who's that girl?" Zhengtian asked casually, not wanting his precious daughter to be led astray by anyone.

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

"Oh!" The man fell silent, 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, chain-smoking despite not being a smoker. A thin layer of smoke filled the large headboard, but the air conditioning kept the room from being too pungent. Zhengtian couldn't sleep. His beautiful wife wasn't beside him; without her warm, soft body nestled against him, the man felt a little uneasy!

A huge white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. A long, belated clap of thunder arrived, but it 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 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 cry 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 constantly changing light. In the girl's perception, the thunder and lightning were more like the maniacal laughter and hideous face of a demon. The girl trembled, pulling the thin blanket over her head, curling up 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 was 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 her father's voice! She dropped the covers and hugged her savior—her beloved father! She sobbed, nestled in his strong, safe embrace.

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

Hearing his 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. "

Good 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 looked up, her face streaked with tears, and the man's heart ached.

"But that's not convenient!" The man hesitated, somewhat embarrassed. After all, his daughter was sixteen.

"Dad..." the girl's sobs deepened.

"Okay!" 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. The girl wrapped her arms around the man's strong 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, and couldn't help but smile bitterly...

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 heavy, probably only around 90 pounds! This is 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, and with a start, he immediately focused his attention, suppressing his desire and trying to calm it down. However, the girl's fragrant body, coupled with her occasional fidgeting, 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 felt 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 lust within him from last night reignited, seemingly even more intensely! His penis was already pressed firmly against the girl's lower abdomen. But her slight twist had only made it hotter and harder.

He wanted to push her away, but feared she'd wake and discover his embarrassing state. If he didn't move, his "brother" wouldn't allow it, and there was also the risk of waking her.

The girl clung tightly to him, her face pressed against his chest; he couldn't and dared not risk waking her and having his daughter discover his shameful state by moving even slightly!

Fortunately, she shifted again, and the man breathed a sigh of relief, his glans finding a "void." But he immediately realized he'd relaxed too soon—his enormous penis was now pressed between the girl's legs, and worse, she was clamping it between them!

He gasped again, but his "brother" ignored his superior's intentions, remaining erect and even more prominent. The man cursed inwardly. His hot, erect penis, its large, round head pressed against the back of his daughter's legs—her delicate, tender anus! It was as if the girl herself was willingly holding his penis 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 had been pretending to be asleep. The man's peculiar physiological state made her even more afraid to move, lest her father notice!

But the man's burning 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 slightly, 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 the shaft was exceptionally thick and round, pressing against her most shameful place—her anus, which was burning and softening. It felt as if a heat traveled from there to her heart, softening her entire being.

The girl was even more powerless; her fragrant, delicate body further stimulated the man's senses, subjecting him to the dual pressures of happiness and pain, teetering between heaven and hell. At this moment, the man began to hate his previously proud superhuman sexual prowess and robust physique.

"If only I were impotent!" Tormented, the man fantasized, cursed himself, and uttered the above lament!

The girl realized her underwear was wet, and startled, she dared not indulge in the sweet pleasure any longer. She immediately pretended to have just woken up and pulled off the man. The girl relieved her own embarrassment while simultaneously saving the man, allowing him, who was caught between pain and pleasure, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell, to escape a near-life-or-death choice!

"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, Zhengtian's fervent expression still made her very happy. The two embraced tightly in the airport waiting area, oblivious to the stares of passing travelers and Liu Yirong's colleagues' snickering.

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 thighs. Liu Yirong, unable to resist the man's clutches, 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 reached just to her knees with slits on both sides.

"Smack!" Liu Yirong 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, how 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 innate modesty suppressed her true feelings.

"I'll deal with you when we get home!" Lin Zhengtian thought angrily. He'd been feeling incredibly stifled these past few days!

It was 9:00 AM on August 20th.

After getting up, the Lin father and daughter sat at the table eating breakfast. At first, Lin Zhengtian was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted and ate calmly. The girl, however, blushed, lowered her head, and ate silently, her mind constantly replaying the wonderful feeling from earlier—her father's hard, thick chest muscles, the burning sensation 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 discovered it? Zhengtian felt uneasy.

Nothing major happened at Zhengtian'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 during his free 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 Zhengtian entered his home with a "light" gait. Today, he had met with some old friends he hadn't seen in years, and inevitably drank a couple of extra glasses. Worried, Zhengtian went home while he was still somewhat sober! Of course, this was a bit later than the previous days.

Standing at his door, hiccuping, Lin Zhengtian took out his keys to open the door, but it wasn't locked. The man pushed the door open unconsciously. He took off his shoes and socks in the porch and went barefoot into the living room. The moment he entered, his slightly dazed eyes suddenly shone with joy. He saw his beloved wife, 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 back; his darling sister-in-law has returned early! Could this be the surprise she wanted for him? The man thought to himself. She doesn't seem to have noticed me yet. Hehe! Let me give her a surprise first!

The woman sitting on the sofa suddenly felt someone quietly approaching. Startled, she turned around abruptly, and a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, pounced on her. Zhengtian's large mouth pressed firmly against her soft, pink lips, his large tongue entwining her sweet, moist tongue, sucking greedily at her sweet saliva. The woman froze instantly, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to scream, her mind blank, letting the man shamelessly ravage her.

Her attention was completely drawn to the man's passionate kiss and heavy breathing, passively responding to his actions. Her eyes, wide with panic, stared at her beloved man—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 the world spinning, only the passionate kiss with the man before her remaining.

The man thought the beautiful woman before him was probably frightened, showing no reaction whatsoever. However, the soft pink lips, the sweet, cloying tongue, and the fragrant, delicate body intoxicated the man, making him reluctant to let go, even more reluctant to open his eyes, for he feared it was all just an illusion.

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

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

"Dad..." the girl said coquettishly, her voice drawn out, a hint of disappointment in her heart.

"Dad?" The man was a little surprised by the way his "beloved wife" addressed him, but he immediately sobered up, his intoxication and desire vanishing instantly.

"Yue'er...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 tried to cover for her father.

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

The girl watched the man’s hurried figure disappear, a strange light flashing in her eyes, her mind replaying the sweet feeling from just now:

“Hmm! Dad’s been drinking…”

“He actually kissed me? So passionately…”

“Why didn’t I push him away…”

“What? He swallowed my saliva…”

“He’s holding my tongue tightly…”

“He’s so domineering! But I like this feeling…”

“My first kiss…”

The girl’s eyes quickly dimmed, as if she was thinking of something else.

The man splashed cold water on his face, rubbing it vigorously and 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 mother's 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, and 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 fiery lips… the girl was a little lost in thought! Suddenly, the girl snapped out of her reverie, cursing herself inwardly: What am I thinking! How embarrassing… The girl was completely unaware of the ethical impropriety of this.

The girl took out her locked diary and began to record her feelings.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the house, the man couldn't wait to pull his wife out of the car and rush into the bedroom amidst her coquettish laughter. He gently placed his beloved wife on the bed, then hastily stripped off his clothes—leaving only a pair of black underwear, inside which lurked 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 bulging object 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 as soon as we get back!" The woman gave her husband a coquettish glare, making the lustful man lose his senses.

"Rub it for me!" the man pleaded, not caring about letting his tired wife rest! He was about to explode, he simply couldn't bear it any longer.

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

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

He silenced his wife's red lips with a kiss, teasing her tongue, his fingers darting over her clothes. The woman cooperated with his seductive hands, removing her clothes until she was only wearing a sapphire blue openwork bra and matching lace panties. The man arched his back, burying his head in his wife's high breasts, his nose sinking into the deep cleavage, desperately inhaling the alluring scent of her breasts. He unhooked her bra, caressing her beautiful breasts. His thick penis tilted upwards at a 60-degree angle, the hot glans rubbing against her tender, smooth labia through the thin fabric, occasionally teasing the glistening red drops of blood. The overflowing nectar soaked her crotch, making the beautiful woman feel the heat of his penis. The woman took the initiative, unable to bear the torment any longer. The teasing of the 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 hot penis. The woman felt the heat and pressure of his throbbing member, 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 no longer in a hurry. He was confident of victory, unafraid that the beauty 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 to take off!" the man continued to pressure her, teasing her senses.

"I... I... I'll take them off myself... husband... my lord... give them to me!" the woman cried desperately! She abandoned all restraint, tears welling in 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 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 bastard! Give it to me!" The woman, growing impatient, couldn't bear the torment any longer. Forgetting her still-on panties, she lifted her hips and thrust upwards.

"Ah..." the woman cried out in pleasure, two glistening tears finally rolling from her beautiful eyes. Her husband's large glans, through the lace of her panties, finally broke through the mesh and entered her! The entire shaft entered her warm, slippery, writhing flower path. The man leaned down and gently kissed away his wife's 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 she had been teased for too long; the surging waves of sexual pleasure relentlessly assaulted her heart, making her breath catch in her throat, her heart pounding. She had the illusion of being in the ocean, a reef being repeatedly battered by pleasure. Her long, slender legs gripped the man’s strong waist tightly, 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 cried out wildly, releasing the overwhelming pleasure of her climax. Her body remained incredibly sensitive. Her tender clitoris once again gripped the large glans, offering up her long-treasured nectar, allowing the unrestrained, horny man to feast on it to his heart’s content.

“Husband!” the woman cried, tears streaming down her face, clinging tightly to the man.

The man was ecstatic. His sensitive glans was drenched in the hot, slippery liquid, which sent a shiver through his body and made his assault easier. Her rosy labia gripped his shaft tightly, the soft flesh and delicate membranes inside undulating irregularly. His hot, thick penis thrust in and out relentlessly, the glans tirelessly cultivating every inch of her vagina and uterus. The man breathed heavily, the gripping pleasure of her vaginal opening was irresistible—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 shamelessly in his wife's ear. The intense penetration and powerful thrusts coursed through her entire body. She felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her throat.

"Too thick…too thick…don't…go all the way in…it's so long…so long…" she cried, overwhelmed by the man's ministrations.

The man fell silent, sweat pouring onto the bed with each vigorous movement. He was at the crucial moment; the prolonged torment of his desire without release was making it difficult for him to continue. His wife had already climaxed, and he was close to climaxing too. The man thrust into the beautiful flesh 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 swelling of his penis, 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 felt like it 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, countless sperm swimming freely in their beautiful, warm love nest.

The woman's heart was shattered by the heat, the intense pleasure emanating from her numb womb making her breath catch in her throat. With a soft moan, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted in bliss. The man lay on top of 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 dear 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 found it strange; the house was quiet, and her mother's suitcase and shoulder bag proved she had returned! Had she gone out? The girl went upstairs to her parents' bedroom, only to find them both asleep, and her mother's long, slender, snow-white leg was exposed, the air filled with a lewd atmosphere. 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 will be ready soon! 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 the girl's recent studies. However, the news she received from Yue'er's homeroom teacher seemed to be bad.

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

"However, some of the people she associates with aren't very good."

"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 never expected her usually well-behaved daughter to have such friends! Yi Rong 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 decision in her heart.

After school, only Lin Yue'er and Zhang Shanna were left in the large classroom to do their cleaning duties. The laughter of the two girls could be heard from time to time in the classroom. After cleaning, the two sat side by side chatting.

“Moon.”

“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!” Moon teased her, her face flushed, thinking about her father’s embarrassment and the saleswoman’s address when they bought underwear…

“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? You’re kidding! Who are you marrying?”

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

“Isn’t he your brother?”

“I’m just kidding! 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 looked as pure as a saint!

“Then 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?”

“Sure!”

“In water and in fire, my love will never waver…” It was Zhang Shanna’s phone ringing. But she didn't answer the phone. She 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 and 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 had been very busy these past few days, with work and her daughter's affairs putting her under some pressure. She hoped to submit two satisfactory reports.

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

The girl's diary was exquisite, with a small golden lock guarding the secrets of her youth. Several notebooks stacked together, neatly arranged, seemed like a testament 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 and whispers filling the air, making one blush.

"Husband... ah..." The woman's voice was slightly choked, her round, snow-white buttocks moving up and down with all her might, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat, the alluring scent of her body mingling with the rising temperature of the air, filling the entire room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

The beautiful woman's strength waned, the speed of her buttocks' movements gradually slowed, while the convulsions and contractions within her vagina became more powerful, gripping the man with extraordinary pleasure. Zheng Tian knew his sensitive sister-in-law was about to climax; her juices flowed continuously from her vagina, the hot shaft coated with sticky love fluid, her tender, oily vagina tightly gripping his hard, iron-like penis. With each movement of the beautiful woman, 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, providing strong support to help her reach the upcoming climax.

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

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

The storm passed.

Yi Rong lay on her husband's broad chest, listening 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 lingered on the sweat-drenched mound, continuing to test the astonishing elasticity and tender texture of that smooth area.

"Husband," the woman said softly, a hint of languor in her voice.

"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 dangerous metal birds through the air. Ideally, he'd have his beautiful sister-in-law strapped to him; that would put his mind at ease!

"Why?" the beautiful woman pouted, also 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 beautiful woman pouted, her soft, snow-white breasts pressed 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's heart burned 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 all looked like coquettishness, like tickling.

"Fine!" The man helplessly grabbed the woman's soft hand. He needed to release his pent-up 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 sensed 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 tell you,"

the man said, displeased. "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, surprised. "Why the sudden urge to have a child?"

"It's all your fault, you bastard!" the woman said, forcefully tapping her husband's forehead with her slender white index finger. It was a good thing the woman wanted a child, but surely it had nothing to do with him? The man was a little annoyed.

The woman rolled her eyes at him, explaining angrily, "Our Yue'er has a father complex! Did you know that?"

"Are you kidding? How could that be? A father complex?" Zheng Tian looked on with disbelief.

"Why not?! Have you forgotten our past?"

the man nodded thoughtfully. "What should we do then?"

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

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 let's do it now..." The man, amidst the beautiful woman's soft moans, lewdly thrust his hips.

...

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 her curiously.

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

"Bye-bye! "

...

Lin Zhengtian watched the girl run 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! Nothing." The man came back to his senses 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 ahead excitedly. "Drive!"

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

"No! Of course I'm happy." The girl argued, "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: Had he not picked his daughter up from school in so long?

Lin Zhengtian had come to pick her up hoping to chat with her and understand her thoughts. He hadn't expected to realize how neglectful he had been—not caring enough about her. His expression became slightly awkward, and he changed the subject: "Yue'er, how's your studying lately?"

"Fine! About the same as before!" the girl replied casually.

The man's expression became awkward again, because he couldn't remember exactly when the girl was referring to "before." In his memory, his daughter's grades were excellent in junior high. But now she was a senior in high school! The man didn't dare ask any more questions; he was afraid that asking would only make him feel more guilty.

"How are things getting along 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! Is she getting married soon?"

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

"20 years old."

"Too early."

"She's considered early? What about you and Mom? 16 and 17 years old." "

Hehe! Your mother and I had a secret marriage. Otherwise, how would you be here now? Besides, your mother and I were childhood sweethearts..."

"Innocent childhood friends. Later, in an accident, your mother 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 countless times. My ears are calloused!"

"Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'offered yourself'? That sounds awful! How can you talk about your father like that?" The man laughed and scolded.

"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 4 years old and returned when I was 11."

"Hehe! You remember that so clearly!" The man's smile wasn't very natural.

"From then on, you didn't care about me much! 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 her words, and could only sigh bitterly.

In Lin Yue'er's heart, during her childhood, her mother's image was vague, and more often than not, 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, she even thought that fatherly love was enough!

The BMW, sandwiched in the torrent of steel, drove onto the Yangtze River Bridge. The congested lanes made the car move slower and slower. The girl in the car looked pale.

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

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Zheng Tian didn't hear her clearly for a moment.

"I got my period..." the girl's voice trailed off, until it was 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 it stop up ahead?" The cars ahead 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 brimming with tears.

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

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

"Yue'er. Come here." The man helped the girl up, held her against his chest, and took her slender, beautiful hands, trying to get her to rub them together to warm her stomach. But the girl's hands were icy cold, her palms were sweaty and damp, 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 didn't have a fever.

Lin Zheng Tian gritted his teeth, quickly rubbed his hands together, and then placed his hands 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 coming from her lower abdomen. It was warm and comfortable. The girl couldn't help but groan, and her lower abdomen seemed to feel less painful, as if it were melting. The girl was somewhat intoxicated by the man's embrace. His unique scent and the warmth of his hands captivated her; his broad, strong chest and warm, powerful embrace gave her a sense of security, as if 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 woman in his arms seemed much better. A rosy glow returned to her pale face, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Feeling better?" The man rubbed his hands together to warm them and 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. If only she could be held like this by her father forever.

Zheng Tian's heart wasn't as anxious as before. The fragrance emanating from his daughter made him feel a little lightheaded, and besides, he could feel the smoothness and amazing elasticity of the girl's flat abdomen with his hands. Even through the fabric, he could feel it very clearly. The man's breathing became a little rapid, and without rubbing his hands, his palms became hot.

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

"It still hurts a little," the girl said, immediately dissuading him. Her small hands pressed tightly against her father's large ones.

The atmosphere in the car subtly heated up.

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

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

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

"Yue'er, 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, undeterred, met her father's gaze with unwavering determination.

“Dad, it’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 read my diary.”

“I…” The man was speechless for a moment.

"I know this is wrong. But I just love you, and I've fallen hopelessly in love with my own father!" The girl was already in tears, her voice soft and low, but her speech was still fluent and steady: "From a young age, I felt like a child without a mother, growing up under the discriminatory gaze 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 would always say, 'Your mother is coming back, but why doesn't she come to pick you up?' I would be speechless. When you came to pick me up, I cried and begged you for my mother, and you just repeated to me the words I had said to others hundreds of times. At that time, I felt so wronged, so I had to hold back my tears. Because I knew I had a good father who loved and cared for me. A good father that everyone would envy!"

Listening to his daughter's outpouring, the man thought about his past life and felt sorry for his daughter, for making her suffer so much. His own eyes also reddened slightly.

The girl wiped away her tears and continued, "Yes! 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, during Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, it's just Dad and me. 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 few glistening tears from the corner of his eye as he exhaled the smoke.

"Beep..." The car behind honked; the car in front had already driven some distance away. Zheng Tian composed himself, started the car, and drove off. Only the girl's soft sobs remained inside the car.

The man felt a little stifled and opened the car window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone golden on the faces of the father and daughter. Looking at the shimmering river outside the window, Lin Zhengtian was moved:

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

… The atmosphere in the Lin family had been strange these past few days,

starting September 17th

—Lin Zhengtian was avoiding his daughter; Lin Yue'er was always silent; and 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, causing them to withdraw their hands and lower their heads.

After dinner, Lin Zhengtian, having showered, lay back on the bed, 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. A deep cleavage was revealed from the wide opening of the robe, causing a ripple with her movements. But Zhengtian didn't notice this beautiful sight; his mind was still on his daughter. The beautiful woman, with graceful steps and a wafting fragrance, sat on the edge of the bed, half her delicate body resting on her husband's naked, muscular frame. Her left hand rested on his chest, her right hand caressing his face, her gaze fixed on his eyes. She spoke softly, "Still worried about Yue'er?"

"How can I not be worried? Last time you said you'd give her a younger brother or sister, is that even possible?" The man sighed, embracing the beauty in his arms, his large hands stroking his wife'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 full buttocks.

"You're so annoying! You lecherous man! You were just saying you were worried!" the woman said coquettishly, giving her husband a sidelong glance, but her body cooperated with his movements. She understood his intention—to let her go abroad happily, not to worry too much. Yi Rong proactively pulled open her 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 explored the woman's lush pubic hair.

"Mmm..." the woman moaned softly, her voice trembling and cloying, her alluring eyes closing slightly. 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 the silvery love juice with his finger. The woman forced her eyes open, only to find herself in a shameful situation. A soft moan escaped her lips, further fueling the man's lust. He held his nectar-covered finger before his eyes, the love juice thick and oily; he brought it to his nose, inhaling a subtle, alluring fragrance. Unable to resist, he put his finger in his mouth, savoring the taste. The woman blushed deeply, her face turning crimson. Although her husband had done similar things before, she had never seen it with her own eyes. But his lewd behavior at this moment ignited the desire deep within her heart, and her body suddenly became 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 them. The two bright red rose petals opened and closed intermittently as the glans was manipulated, only barely covering the tip, unable to fully grasp it. 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 male chauvinism swelled to its peak, bringing him immense satisfaction. Zheng Tian rubbed his honey-slicked glans against the sensitive, delicate clitoris, occasionally tapping the tip lightly, making the already crimson blood droplets appear alluringly vibrant. The beautiful

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

The husband, watching his sister-in-law's expression of unbearable yet desperate endurance, secretly chuckled with smug satisfaction. He bent down, lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and took the beautiful, luscious pearl into his mouth. His tongue sucked hard on her clitoris, occasionally biting it gently with his teeth. The beautiful woman couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her long, shapely thighs wrapped around the man's neck, squeezing tightly, and her jade-like hands pressed hard against the back of his head.

Yi Rong climaxed, accompanied by a long "moan," a stream of hot vaginal fluid, carrying a strong feminine fragrance, gushed from her uterus. Her waiting mouth caught every drop, swallowing half of it. As the afterglow of the climax gradually dissipated, the man kissed the beautiful woman's small mouth and transferred 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 moan, melodious and poignant. 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 pause, the burning 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 simultaneously kneaded her snow-white, high breasts.

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

Thrust after thrust, the man's pounding showed no sign of slowing down, instead becoming more intense and rapid. The high-speed friction made the shaft even hotter, the glans constantly digging for more fluid, hoping to extinguish the raging flames. The oily nectar, just poured onto the thick penis, was quickly evaporated by the high temperature, a process repeated over and over.

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

The man's lumbar spine gradually went numb, the blood vessels in his penis throbbing and contracting wildly. His glans throbbed with pain, eager to expel the troublesome sperm.

The large, round glans struck the uterine wall again, a stream of scalding heat gushing out, burning the beautiful woman to the point of ecstasy. She clung tightly to her husband, speechless…

Chapter Five .
On September 18th,

Liu Yirong left.

Lin Zhengtian felt a little lost, driving aimlessly back to the company. The spacious and bright president's office was empty except for him; it wasn't just the space.

Suddenly, Lin Zhengtian felt very idle, uneasy with boredom, while the thick stack of documents awaiting approval on the 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 so restless these past few days..."

Zheng Tian was annoyed. He forcefully twisted the cigarette into the ashtray, crushing it to pieces. 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 been living a similarly monotonous and gloomy life for the past two weeks. She was in her final year of high school, facing heavy academic pressure, living a monotonous life, and most importantly—Yue'er discovered that her father, who used to love her the most, 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.

Each time he left, Yue'er could hear a faint sigh. Yue'er only 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 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 quite envious. 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 became lost in thought.

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 at 7:00 AM that morning and hadn't returned. Yue'er's phone was 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 fruition. 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 taxi, 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 that day surprised her, yet she could accept it nonetheless. 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; the various expressions of relatives, friends, and neighbors… Suddenly, Yue'er's phone rang. It was her father calling. Now was not a good time to answer, so she turned it off.

By the time 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 those words again, Yue'er felt a mix of emotions.

When Yue'er entered the house and saw her father's face, about to explode, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She silently sensed the tense atmosphere. 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 screen on the ceiling, as if beautiful flowers were 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 up? Missing me?" The man was in a great mood; he missed his sweetheart dearly!

"Who misses you! You're just being vain!" Clearly, his wife was in a good mood.

"What's up? Sister, is something happy?"

"Of course! Guess!" The beauty playfully replied.

"You closed a big deal?"

"Yeah! Anything else?"

"Anything else?...You got a promotion? A raise?"

"You idiot! All you know is that. Silly husband, I have some really good news for you!" The woman was very proud, teasing the man's appetite.

"What good news?" The man, following his wife's lead, pressed on.

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

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

"What are you saying! You just found out! There aren't that many taboos!" The beautiful wife scolded coquettishly, 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-bye!"

"Take care of yourself! Goodnight!" Zheng Tian reluctantly put down the phone, a smile on his face, and rolled around happily on the bed like a child. He finally calmed down, planning a proper celebration when his wife returned. No! Tomorrow I'll go have a good drink with my buddies! 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 this precocious girl. Yue'er's mind was filled with Na Jie's tear-streaked smiling face. "For what I love, I'll persevere to the end..." the girl murmured, drifting off to sleep.

October 2nd, Lin Residence .

Lin Yue'er, wearing her pajamas, sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV absentmindedly. Clearly, she was thinking about something. That morning, Yue'er had 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 that afternoon. Yue'er stayed home alone, reading and watching TV.

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 rang out—the doorbell. Her father was helped into the house by a friend surnamed Wang. Looking at her father's drunken state, Yue'er frowned slightly. "Uncle Wang, why is my dad so drunk?"

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

"Couldn't stop him? If only we hadn't 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, who was still rambling incoherently, she felt both angry and heartbroken.

While wiping her father's face with a warm towel, Yue'er muttered to herself, "Why drink so much?

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

Yue'er, her face still slightly dizzy, watched her father finally swallow the pills. A little "incident" had occurred while feeding him the medicine—the usually docile man suddenly hugged Yue'er and forced a mouthful of water and pills into her mouth.

Yue'er couldn't react in time and was forced to swallow them all. The man immediately lay back down, obediently. Yue'er, both angry and ashamed, shook her head and continued to wipe 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 slightly disoriented. She hurriedly pulled off her father's trousers, revealing his bulging black underwear.

The girl blushed, her mind filled with a mixture of emotions. Her soft, boneless hands, almost powerless, held the warm towel and wiped her father's strong body.

Yue'er finally managed to clean 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 countless times—and whispered her innermost feelings, tears streaming down her face.

"My darling! Why are you my father? Do you know how much I love you?..."

Zheng Tian felt very hot, burning his heart, his vision blurring, as if a beautiful woman was whispering something in his ear. The woman's appearance was so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before, a strange sense of familiarity

washing over him. Was she his wife? Looking at the girl's tear-streaked face, Zheng Tian felt a surge of heat. Unable to resist, amidst her startled cry, he pulled her into his arms, rolled over, and gently kissed away her tears.

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

Zheng Tian's large lips pressed against the girl's small mouth, her eyes quickly becoming glazed, overwhelmed by such passion. Yue'er closed her eyes, wholeheartedly savoring the excitement and possession her father brought. Her full, soft lips were forcibly parted, her pearly white teeth pried open—all because of the man's nimble tongue, teasing and playing with her small mouth. He was shameless, stubbornly entwining his sweet, smooth tongue with hers.

The girl, unable to bear such harassment, tried to avoid his shameless behavior. But he persisted, relentlessly pursuing her, even forcefully swallowing large gulps of her saliva. This infuriated the girl, and she retaliated, her smooth, soft tongue plunging into the man's mouth to fight back. Just as they were locked in a fierce struggle, Yue'er felt her breasts being attacked. Panicked, her tongue couldn't withstand the attack and was captured by the man's large tongue, which gently sucked and licked her.

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

Zheng Tian slipped his fingers behind the girl's back, removed her pink bra, and carefully inhaled its delicate scent. The fresh, milky fragrance captivated him. Yue'er covered her flushed face with her small hands, peeking through her fingers to see her father intently sniffing her bra, his expression one of utter intoxication. Like a startled rabbit, she hastily closed her eyes, her face burning like a blazing fire. Yue'er's body grew restless, a strange, subtly yearning stirring within her. She didn't know this was the effect of "HT."

Zheng Tian tossed aside his treasure; more treasures awaited him. He leaned down, his large mouth reclaiming the girl's cherry lips, sucking in her sweet saliva, savoring its delicate sweetness. The man's nimble fingers played with her erect testicles, the smooth skin peeking through his fingers, the once pink nipples now hard and crimson. The man's fingers circled on her snow-white breasts, spiraling towards the nipples, but stopped at the areolas, only rubbing them with his fingertips to spread them further.

Yue'er's small mouth was sealed, only able to let out a soft, yearning moan from her nose. The man chuckled inwardly, finally satisfying the girl's desire. His nimble fingers gently squeezed her hot, hard nipples, a strong electric current coursing through her body, leaving her weak and 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 action 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 groan.

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 those moist, bright red nipples exuding eroticism under the light was deeply engraved in her mind.

Zheng Tianjue felt a throbbing, almost bursting sensation in his lower body. The tightness of his underwear made him very uncomfortable. As he removed it, he noticed a wet patch on the front. Looking down, he saw that the bottom of the girl's pink underwear was soaked. The man chuckled wickedly, his large, hot glans thrusting and rubbing 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 into her vulva by the large glans, creating a large indentation, held between her labia. The burning heat from the glans, even through the fabric, was almost scalding her delicate, slippery petals.

To cool down, a large amount of fluid gushed out from her vulva. Her labia and the surrounding skin, along with the hot glans, could feel the slipperiness, and it grew 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 intentional or unintentional cooperation, he easily broke through the girl's last line of defense, revealing a pure white, crystalline, and curvaceous body before him. Although Yue'er was an early bloomer, she was ripe enough to be enjoyed. 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 her labia into his mouth, greedily sucking the sweet nectar. The smooth, delicate petals seemed to melt in his mouth, and the endless flow of nectar made him unable to put them down.

Suddenly, Zhengtian's nose touched a slippery, warm fleshy ball, causing the girl to twitch, which he found quite amusing. The man's childlike heart was awakened, and while sucking on the nectar, he paid special attention to the bead of blood.

Yue'er felt like she was about to die. Originally, the pleasure aroused by her father's lips and tongue had already made this pure lamb breathless and her mind sluggish. But later, when the man used the tip of his nose to bump and play with that delicate and sensitive clitoris, she felt like she was dying of pleasure, and the strong electric current was really suffocating 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, and her knuckles turning white. Her lovely white toes also spasmed and curled, sometimes tight and sometimes loose. Her shapely, long legs clamped tightly around the man's head, preventing any pleasure from escaping, while her flower bud gushed with love juice.

Zheng Tian freed himself from the girl's legs, his tongue moving back to her nipples, his long middle finger gently moving in and out of her labia. Her passionate, fiery flesh eagerly proved its purity to the man, tightly enveloping his finger, welcoming its arrival, and then bidding it farewell with a reluctant embrace.

Yue'er panicked; her private parts, never before touched by anyone else, were being violated by her own father. Although the girl had already decided to give herself to him, she felt a pang of fear as the moment approached. Actually, Yue'er didn't regret it; it was just that the unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed and confused her. 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 "HT" she had mistakenly taken made her even more sensitive.

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

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

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

Yue'er opened her beautiful eyes, filled with panic, struggling to push the man away, but her powerless resistance was no match for her crazed father. With a low growl from the man, the girl painfully closed her eyes, two tears of passion spilling from the corners of her eyes.

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

The pain of the moment her virginity was broken caused her delicate brows to furrow slightly, but it was brief; 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 beautiful woman beneath him was. He only knew that his penis was being squeezed tightly, the pressure inside the vagina was immense, and his glans felt like it was about to burst. Barely suppressing the urge to attack forcefully, he gently used 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 with great pleasure. 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 was intoxicated by the gentle sense of possession and pleasure, and her round and slender jade legs quietly rested on her father's strong waist. The man's sudden passion caught her off guard. Her delicate flower was forcibly forced open, his hard, large glans pounding against her uterus, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her tender womb, unable to withstand such torment, became numb and convulsing.

"Ah..." With a scream, Yue'er experienced her first orgasm. The intense convulsions trapped his glans within her uterus, the cervix tightly gripping the fleshy ridges. His forceful thrusts caused her entire uterus to contract even more intensely. Yue'er experienced wave after wave of pleasure, experiencing orgasm after orgasm.

She was incredibly sensitive. The pleasure her father brought her was indescribable.

"Ah...ah...ah..." After a long moan, Yue'er couldn't resist the repeated waves of orgasm and fainted in bliss.

The man, pleased with himself, remained still, 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. Luckily, he was a seasoned veteran, otherwise, he would have been utterly defeated and ejaculated prematurely.

The girl remained unconscious, but her flower path continued to writhe. Zheng Tian felt that his "wife" beneath him could accept 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 woman in his arms with a storm of sex, going straight for the cervix, his glans striking the uterine wall with dense, powerful thrusts. The girl's hands limply rested on her father's neck, her breasts undulating dazzlingly.

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

Yue'er weakly opened her eyes, finding herself 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 their point of contact and wetting the 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 snow-white, flushed body. Her clitoris, above her labia, was constantly harassed and rubbed by the man's pubic hair, stimulated to become even more crimson and luscious. Her father's thrusts became faster and more powerful, and he too soon climaxed. Yue'er felt the fiery pillar inside her swell, becoming thicker, longer, and hotter.

"No...no..." Yue'er cried out, a stream of scalding semen hitting her uterine wall, simultaneously triggering another climax in the girl. The two streams of heat surged and merged within the girl's flower palace.

Overnight, the spring breeze swept through Yumen Pass several times.

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—a dream 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 burning penis still inside her, its morning erection radiating energy, the honeyed passage incredibly 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 wild howl echoed throughout the Lin residence.

………………

On the morning of October 19th,

Liu Yirong returned to China at Hongqiao International Airport in City

A. When Liu Yirong 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, with Liu Yirong in the center and Lin's father and daughter on either side, forming an equilateral triangle—for each person, the distance between the two sides was equal, representing their closest relatives. Having to choose between them was undoubtedly a painful and helpless situation.

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

The father and daughter remained in the living room, continuing their silence, the scene incredibly 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, cupped 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 sadly. Cold water mixed with tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the surface of the pool, splashing a few drops. 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 placed 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 Zheng Tian sat in a chair, filled with remorse, his hands tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly and loosely. Yue’er sat beside him, sobbing softly. Liu Yi Rong had been in the emergency room for nearly ten minutes; the red indicator light flashed. Just as the Lin father and daughter waited anxiously, a doctor came out of the emergency room, and the two 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 a family member. Does anyone here have the same blood type as her?"

"I do! I have the same blood type as her." Lin Zhengtian remembered an incident 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 really don't know how you act as a parent. Your child is pregnant, and you still let her receive a blood transfusion? She almost died!" The doctor from before stood before Lin Zhengtian, his eyes filled with anger.

"What?" Lin Zhengtian was struck again, jumping to his feet. He was unaware that Yue'er had kept it from her father. "How is she? Where is she? I need to see her."

"She's alright now. It was just shock caused by 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 compose 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 on Qingming Festival, and the travelers on the road are heartbroken"—it was again the Cold Food Festival, with spring rain slanting down. In the cold wind and drizzle, Lin Zhengtian, holding flowers, braved the wind and rain, standing before a tombstone.

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

In the misty rain, the man's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. He walked steadily, his posture upright, unmoved 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 staircase was wet, flanked by towering, verdant pines and cypresses. The wind and rain blew, carrying the rustling sound of leaves. Zhengtian enjoyed the scenery, pausing to listen to the sound of the wind, a look of contentment on his face, his mind at peace. For a long time, the wind and rain continued, the pines rustled, but no one was in sight.

When Lin Zhengtian finally emerged from the cemetery, it was nearly noon. The rear window of a black BMW slowly rolled down, revealing two beautiful faces, both pleased and reproachful. A surge of warmth filled the man's heart, and he quickened his pace towards the car. He opened the door and had just settled in when 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 jacket on the passenger seat. The man looked at the beautiful woman with tenderness, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took another pair of slender wrists in his own—Yue'er had 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 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 slightly protruding belly with her small hand.

Zheng Tian's gaze softened with tenderness and affection as he followed 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 smoothly drove off onto the highway.

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

After the "suicide attempt," his gentle wife's older sister had forgiven him and his daughter, and upon learning of the girl's pregnancy and her determination to protect the unborn child, she had, to some extent, tacitly approved of the relationship. Lin Yue'er had also dropped out of school to focus on awaiting the birth of her child.

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 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 and paid respects to his parents alone.

In front of his parents' joint grave, when he saw his parents' still youthful faces on the tombstone, he remembered his mother's eyes, which lingered open in her final moments because of worry for him. Moved, he uttered the words, "I have found the best home!"

Driving, Zhengtian saw two radiant faces filled with maternal love in the rearview mirror and smiled contentedly.

On Sunday afternoon, March 26th

, Lin Zhengtian accompanied his wife and daughter to a shopping mall to buy baby supplies. He watched as children, led by their parents, happily bought snacks and toys, and then looked at his pregnant wife and daughter, feeling a sweet warmth in his heart.

Following behind two beautiful and alluring pregnant women, he couldn't help but swallow hard as he gazed at their plump, rounded buttocks, made even more rounded and perky by pregnancy. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was around, he gave them a quick pinch, earning a glare and a playful scolding from the two beauties: "You big pervert!"

Zheng Tian 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 wives? Lin Zheng Tian 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 his daughter. Although they had been intimate since their children gave birth, the mother hadn't been willing to be with her daughter. Lin Zhengtian had long wanted to play with them together as a "twin lotus." 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 delicate beauties nestled in his arms, one on each side. The man's hands were not idle; through the thin nightgowns, they wandered and caressed the women's sensitive areas, teasing them until they breathed heavily, moaned softly, closed their beautiful eyes, and looked on with unbearable desire.

Yue'er was still healthy, young, and experiencing sex for the first time. Because of her pregnancy, she hadn't had much intimacy with her father and lacked experience. Lin Zhengtian, on the other hand, was hesitant and dared not openly show affection to his daughter in front of his wife's sister. Although Yue'er was panting heavily, her body brimming with desire, she still managed to grit her teeth and persevere.

Liu Yirong, however, was in a much worse state! 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 assault, she was gradually overwhelmed. Unable to withstand the teasing, she was already overflowing with desire, 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 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 trembling plea for mercy: "Dad..."

The man smiled slightly, releasing the girl to rest and watch him tease the mature woman. He launched a full-scale attack on the beautiful woman.

Yirong was now in agony. To maintain her image in front of her daughter, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears as she looked at her husband with a hint of reproach. 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 anger, her red lips glistening, her jade-like 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 she was experiencing. She was already aroused, and with her daughter watching, her shyness and the forbidden feeling fueled even more excitement. She felt a surge of heat in her womb, her vagina tightening, 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 try your sister's nectar too." He deliberately replaced "mother" with "sister" and brought his hand to Yue'er's lips.

Yue'er, her face flushed, glanced at her equally rosy-cheeked mother, closed her beautiful eyes, and carefully licked the love fluid from her father's hand with her soft, fragrant tongue—it had the scent of a mature woman, a slightly fishy and salty aroma, and an indescribable lewd smell. Yi Rong, extremely shy, twisted her slender, rounded white fingers against her husband's waist. The man, unconcerned, laughed heartily and helped his wife's sister undress—her lower abdomen remained snow-white and flat, untouched by childbirth.

The man caressed it lovingly, then bent down to leave a string of delicate, passionate kisses. Inspired by this, Yue'er voluntarily removed her nightgown, leaving only a small, beige panty, and moved it in front of her father. Zheng Tian raised his head, smiling at his daughter, and kissed Yue'er's navel deeply. The girl hugged her father's head, closing her eyes with a blissful and content expression.

Yi Rong watched her daughter embracing her husband with such bliss, feeling a mix of emotions, but definitely a bittersweet feeling. She gently pulled her husband closer, placing one of her snow-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 the other swollen nipple with his fingers. He invited his daughter to enjoy the deliciousness together. Yue'er hesitated for a moment, then happily took the other nipple into her mouth, once again experiencing that childhood happiness.

Liu Yi Rong gently stroked the hair of the two large "babies," feeling 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 and pressing the blood-red clitoris. The beautiful woman tensed, her long legs wrapped around her husband's waist, trying to let the burning pillar of fire enter her body.

The man ignored his wife's hints, sucking hard on her breast milk, filling his mouth with it, and instead kissing 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 lovely sister-in-law's beautiful eyes were half-open, seemingly brimming with tears, watching the sensual scene before her. Their lips parted

, both breathing heavily, reluctant to part. Zheng Tian looked at his daughter, her face flushed, her eyes already closed, a few drops of milky fluid still clinging to her rosy lips, and couldn't help but kiss them away. Yue'er shyly opened her eyes, her beautiful, flowing eyes signaling 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 could only take off her underwear, handing it to her father shyly. The man happily took it, carefully examining the crotch area; 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 further actions.

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

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

Yue'er watched from the side, 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; he only knew to fuck the beauty beneath him harder and harder. Today, he was very excited, a little overdoing it, perhaps his deepest, dark desires had been satisfied.

Although the beautiful woman had just given birth, her vaginal canal 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—the vaginal contractions quickened in frequency and intensity, and her beautiful eyes rolled upwards. The man worked even harder, helping his wife reach her peak, welcoming the sensual excitement.

"Husband... ah..." the woman unconsciously called out to the man in her semi-conscious state; she had climaxed. Soon, the woman awoke from her climax, her body limp and powerless, her beautiful eyes half-open, watching her husband begin to caress their daughter.

Yue'er was a little nervous, her delicate body powerless to be manipulated by the man. Zheng Tian watched his daughter shyly close her eyes, looking like a lamb to the slaughter, which filled him with great tenderness. Her snow-white, high breasts were just maturing, her still flat and smooth belly after childbirth, and her pink petals, glistening with dew, remained hidden, the scent of milk and her body mingling together 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 also experienced 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 wave of tingling, numbing, and full pleasure seeped into her bones, an itch so intense she only wanted that thick penis to pound and ravage her more quickly to relieve the itch, unaware that this was merely a short-sighted approach. The 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 onto the bed.

Zheng Tian, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, continued his frenzied thrusting, hoping to induce more orgasms in his daughter. When his daughter had just reached orgasm, her uterus and vagina had convulsed uncontrollably, her large glans being gripped and numbed by her cervix, and a surge of heat hitting her sensitive urethral opening; the man had almost ejaculated. Fortunately, his experience allowed him to control that frenzied feeling. The girl was already limp and powerless, but she still tried to arch her back and lift her buttocks to meet the man's movements. The flowing nectar covered their genitals. The scents of milk, body, and woman mingled and filled the air.

With a low growl from the man, Yue'er felt streams of heat shooting into her flower, so hot that she groaned, reaching another climax. Her whole body flushed, her mouth wide open, a strand of hair damp with sweat and clinging 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 to stand proudly erect at a 30-degree angle, even nodding slightly, as if satisfied with the result. The shaft was covered in a glistening mixture of fluids, and some milky semen continued to overflow from the glans. The two beauties' eyes were drawn to it, their gazes glazed. Was this the wicked thing that had brought them such immense pleasure? Yue'er knelt up, actively grasping the hot shaft, rubbing and stroking it.

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

Yi Rong didn't know what was wrong with her. Seeing her daughter taking her husband's glans into her mouth, she felt inexplicably jealous, a mix of resentment and envy, but mostly a lewd excitement. That fiery pillar 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 taking her father's shameful thing into her mouth, which still had traces of her own nectar and her father's semen on it. Suddenly, she felt a pair of plump, soft flesh touch her lips. Opening her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy—it was her mother holding the exposed part of the penis.

What were she and her mother doing? The thought that her mother could also taste the nectar left on the pillar made Yue'er's cheeks flush. That was her own nectar. The girl trembled with excitement, offering her mother's glans and arching her chest to let the man taste her breast milk.

Zhengtian suckled the sweet milk, feeling excited but also a little confused—his wife's sister seemed to be vying for his attention with his daughter? She had never offered him oral sex before. If that were the case, he would be much happier. Perhaps… the man decided. He patted his wife's back, making her kneel on the bed, her snowy buttocks facing the edge.

The beautiful woman obediently assumed the position, her rosy vulva and small, adorable anus exposed to the air, gleaming alluringly under the light, and she glanced back at the man. Zhengtian was very pleased. He held his daughter, took a deep breath of milk, and then parted his wife's sister's plump buttocks, kissing her shy anus.

The beautiful wife felt her husband's hot lips on her most intimate place and, in shock, shook her hips to break free. But the man wasn't about to let the prize slip through his fingers. "Smack!" A slap landed on her beautiful buttocks, sending ripples through them—a truly beautiful sight.

The woman, both angry and ashamed, burst into tears. She couldn't believe her husband would hit her, especially in front of their daughter, and while she was 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 was thinking. He tightened his grip on her waist, slapping her repeatedly, the beautiful, alluring ripples of her buttocks spreading out—the very sight the man had just witnessed. Actually, the slaps didn't hurt much; there was a playful, teasing quality to it, but Yi Rong couldn't bear the loss of face.

With each slap, she became quiet, her crying subsiding, and she even felt a little pleasure. A flush of red tinged her snow-white, plump buttocks, hot and tingling, a slight tingling sensation. She gently swayed her hips, attracting the man's attention. Zheng Tian, captivated by the sight, inwardly admired it, and kissed the troublesome chrysanthemum again, pouring the milk from his mouth 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 greatly embarrassed but didn't understand her father's actions. When the girl saw the man stand up and turn towards her, she tensed, wondering what her father intended to do to her. 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 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, inviting the man to have his way with her in a fawning manner.

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 blooming, releasing milky white nectar from their pistils, inviting the man's favor.

Just thinking about this scene was stimulating, 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 charming 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 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 its peristaltic contractions was no less than, and perhaps even greater than, that of her vagina. Her poor, delicate anus was being ravaged, stretched open and flattened right before his eyes by the huge, thick pillar of fire, milky white fluid being continuously drawn out with each thrust.

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

The man let out a muffled groan, tightly gripping his wife's slender waist, his hot semen splattering onto her intestinal walls, shooting deep inside. Yi Rong's head was thrown back, her 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 fragrant sweat, panting heavily.

The moon's mind was in turmoil, she didn't know what she was thinking. Watching the milk and semen slowly flowing from her mother's chrysanthemum-like opening, she even had the urge to taste it. The scene of lovemaking just now had shocked her too much. But soon, she also tasted the strange fullness mixed with numbness that her mother had just experienced.

...

The family of three continued their lewdness, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds. Our male protagonist suddenly had this thought flash through his mind—this summer, the fruit is sweet!

"The End"

Chapter One

(Part One) Wedding Anniversary

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

"Dong! Dong! Dong..." The clock on the wall struck eleven times.

The woman slightly frowned, listlessly tossing the remote control aside, hugging a cushion, half-lying on the sofa. Her long, 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 lamplight, incredibly alluring! One couldn't resist holding them in one's hands, examining them closely!

The woman on the sofa was named Liu Yirong. Although she was already thirty-three, long past the bloom of youth, the passing years hadn't 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 translucent earlobes—all these exquisite features were set in a perfect oval face. A truly beautiful and charming mature woman! Because the woman was reclining

on the sofa, her long, slender, snow-white neck, combined with the glimpse of pale skin peeking out from the low-cut neckline of her nightgown, created a breathtakingly beautiful scene that would drive men wild and make women envious! The woman shifted her body slightly, letting out a seductive moan, but a soft sigh immediately followed, puzzling everyone.

"Click!" The sound of the door 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 lay hidden beneath.

The young woman, about 1.7 meters tall, had her full breasts straining against the nightgown, likely a 35D, the highest points forming two raised dots. She probably wasn't wearing a bra, yet her breasts remained erect! The woman, hastily standing, was about to walk towards the door, but then paused, sat back down on the sofa, and pressed the cushion against her prominent breasts.

"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 as he took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.

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

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

"My dear wife! Are you angry?" the man said with a low laugh, "I had a client signing an appointment today..."

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

The man continued to smile apologetically.

"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 had happened—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 gemstone seeming to emit a dazzling light instantly, sparkling brilliantly!

"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 sharp gaze. The woman retorted, "You only know how to coax me with these trinkets! You can't even bear to make a phone call?"

"My dear wife! I'm innocent!" The man, suppressing a laugh, half-straightened up and loudly proclaimed his innocence, "Sister, you turned off your phone!"

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

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

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

The beautiful woman was moved. She turned her head and embraced the man's head, sealing his thick mouth with her full lips and offering her tender, fragrant tongue. The man accepted her offer, greedily devouring his prize—the smooth, sweet saliva. His fingers, however, played with her nipples, occasionally rubbing her delicate nipples with his rough fingertips. The woman seemed to see her deep red nipples subtly harden and swell!

After a long kiss, the young woman stared intently at her husband's handsome, mature face, her eyes filled with love. She took deep breaths, feeling a surge of passionate heat 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 ignited even greater desire! The man 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, hot, 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, licking the areola and tip gently, and occasionally nibbling at the bright red blood 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 back on 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 she touched the remote control, the woman gripped it tightly! Her half-closed beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, occasionally furrowed her brows due to the man's vigorous caresses, and her cherry lips emitted one soft moan after another.

"Husband...no...don't...too...hard...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 changed his target—lifting the loose hem of her nightgown and burying his head between her smooth, white thighs, his hands caressing 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 hairs peeking out from the sides of the fabric.

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 her eyes were closed, the woman could feel the man's hot 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, traveled from her private parts to her heart, and her smooth abdomen involuntarily contracted.

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

Zheng Tian felt the fire burning brighter and brighter in his lower abdomen, about to spiral out of control. Suddenly, the man broke off his "passionate kiss" with the woman!

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

In her haste, the woman pressed the power button on the remote control and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa! At this moment, the couple, eager for their intimate moment, failed to notice the weather forecast before the television was turned off—"It is predicted that from 1 a.m. tonight, August 18th, the typhoon will begin to affect our city and arrive at our city at 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 else would dare disturb our beautiful time!" But he still used his foot to close the door, which slowly shut, though not completely.

The man laid the woman flat on the bed, half-pressing himself on her full yet boneless body, the fragrance surrounding him, his eyes fixed on the beautiful woman's face, finally settling on his wife's red lips.

The woman once again felt the deep love in the man's eyes, and also the burning desire within them, 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, and completely consumed!

The man, unable to contain himself any longer, pressed his gaping maw towards his chosen target—the woman blocked his soft lips with a single index finger. Startled, he stopped, looking at the young woman in bewilderment. The woman felt the heat emanating from his lips, a stirring that spread from her fingertips to a deep corner of her heart, infecting her soul, threatening to ignite it.

"Go take a shower, honey! You're all sweaty!" the beautiful woman thought to herself, struggling internally.

The man smiled nonchalantly, kissed his wife's sister'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 had suddenly changed their tune, thunder and lightning raging, a torrential downpour ravaging Mother Earth. But all this did not affect the couple inside, immersed in their lovemaking; or rather, they had already entered a state of complete absorption.

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

Intense pleasure, like lightning in the night, ripped through the darkness, stimulating the woman's vision, blurring everything around her. The beautiful woman tried to open her eyes wide, but her efforts were in vain. What she felt most intensely at that moment was the pleasure brought by the huge, thick, hot pillar of heat emanating from her honeypot. In that small space, the large, round glans was constantly moving in and out, thick, slippery nectar coating the shaft.

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

Zheng Tian ignored the woman's cries, simply and diligently performing his duty—each time, he went in and out completely, leaving only the hard, round glans remaining in the woman's wet, tight, and warm flower path. With each thrust, the purplish-red glans relentlessly pushed aside the passionate, tender flesh within the honeyed orifice, pounding forcefully into the depths of the vaginal clitoris, much like an ancient siege engine—struggling to break through the layers of delicate flesh that blocked the way, penetrating the woman's uterus as if entering a magnificent palace. The glans plundered wantonly, finally collapsing against the uterine wall due to excessive excitement!

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

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

But the woman still didn't get what she wanted; she had already orgasmed three times, but the man still hadn't given her any semen.

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

But the man completely ignored her pleas, continuing to relentlessly pound the beautiful flesh 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 thrust from her husband sent her into a frenzy, waves of pleasure washing over her…

Soon, the woman lost that fleeting moment of clarity, as her numb sexual nerves sent another signal of orgasm. The inner walls of her vagina were already too raw to handle, yet they still writhed forcefully, making a final effort to grip the burning glans, like a baby suckling, craving lubrication. But what she 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 just the right amount of pressure, a sensual current surging through her chest.

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

glans, already the size of an egg, grew even larger, moving back and forth in the woman's rosy vulva. The man's 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 expansion of his shaft, hitting the uterine walls and scalding the woman's entire body, leaving her feeling warm and unable to speak.

"Ah...ah..."

The woman was also triggered into 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 the warm breath flowed over her crystal earlobe, tickling her! But the woman couldn't move, nor did she want to move; she had no strength left in her body. Her delicate hands wrapped around the man's strong back, and the mist in her beautiful eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Husband! What's wrong today? So vigorous!" the woman asked languidly, having regained some strength.

"Hehe," the man smiled slyly, "Want to know why?"

"What?" the woman asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Do you remember the glass of red wine I brought you after my shower?"

"You took your medicine?" The woman seemed to understand.

"Silly girl! Are you belittling your husband's abilities? It was for you to drink!" The man emphasized the words "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 of 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 the hotel to have some fun. At the table, my friends bragged that it was incredibly effective for both men and women. So we each took a little."

The man took a white bottle from the bedside table drawer, 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 bent down and sucked on one of the woman's breasts, his nimble tongue lightly licking the blood droplets. His large hand reached into the path of his wife's garden, haphazardly smearing the mixture of fluids and semen. The man used a clever trick, secretly focusing on the beautiful woman's anus, while he used his large mouth to block his wife's sister's cherry-like lips, trying to distract her. The beautiful woman, unaware of her husband's subtle 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 imagining he was after her delicate little anus.

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

Hearing her husband's swallowing, the woman turned and smiled seductively at her dazed husband. Her expression was clearly seductive!

The man sighed inwardly—how alluring! Even a vixen couldn't compare!

Zheng Tian wrapped his hands around the woman's slender waist, his large glans rubbing back and forth between her garden 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, jade-like back. With a resentful look, the woman silently reproached her husband—he shouldn't have continued to tease her.

The man was extremely pleased. When his 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 rejected this sexual act, swaying 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 irreversible and helplessly accepted the outcome. The woman had expected excruciating pain, but after her husband entered, she felt no pain, only a strange, swollen sensation. Curiosity also reassured her.

Seeing that his wife's older sister didn't react further, and with his glans tightly gripped by her narrow anus, Zheng Tian couldn't help but thrust his entire length forward, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against the beautiful woman's round, plump buttocks, creating a beautiful wave of flesh! The man's eyes widened. The tight, warm intestinal walls gently squeezed his penis, while the beautiful wave of flesh 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, bloated sensation came from her delicate anus, quickly replaced by a numbing and full pleasure. Her body swayed back and forth, her long hair flying wildly in the air. Her body was penetrated, and the resulting feeling of being completely possessed by her lover slowly filled every cell in her body. All the neurons cheered with excitement, and even the circulating blood carried a warm current from her heart to spread everywhere. The uterus, separated from the rectum by only a wall, could no longer remain still, screaming to offer its treasures and share the pleasure.

"Husband...husband..." the woman cried, her words choked with sobs.

The man understood his wife's meaning, but he too was on the verge of climax, so he responded to his beautiful wife 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, slamming 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 were panting heavily, silent.

After a while, the man carried his soft, limp, and powerless wife 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 always been afraid of lightning, a fear that, though somewhat lessened with age, still lingered. Especially tonight, the howling winds and torrential rain kept her awake.

In the darkness, she suddenly recalled childhood thunderstorms—her father's gentle words 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 skin…

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 witnessed such intimacy; she remained stunned, staring intently, unable to comprehend how her mother's seemingly painful moans could sound so melodious and captivating. The stench of decay spread outside the room, and the girl was unaware that her underwear was soaked with her own love juices.

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

Annoyed, the girl took off her damp underwear, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at 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 her dream, feeling groggy. She sat up, leaned against the headboard, covered her face with her hand, felt the heat on her skin, and sighed deeply.

“So annoying…” The girl remembered the erotic scene in her dream, and her face flushed.

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

“Yue'er. Are you awake? Time to eat!” 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 him.

"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 sleepyhead! Get up and eat!" The man looked at the girl with affection.

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

Zheng Tian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his daughter with such loving eyes, stroking her fragrant, straight hair with one large hand. Just like her mother. The man sighed inwardly!

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

"Yes..." 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, you have to work hard. You know?"

"Yes..." The girl gave the same answer, 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, picking up a piece of lean meat and placing it in the girl's bowl, 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 the mother who spoke up: "Your dad isn't going anywhere! He'll stay home these few 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 my fault!"

The girl nodded, but her mind was elsewhere—it was her father who took care of her…

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'll only make 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, pert buttocks, a surge of heat rising in his heart. Recalling the passion of the previous night, his breathing became heavy involuntarily. Zheng Tian couldn't help but step forward, wrapping his arms around the woman's slender waist from behind. He pressed his face against his wife's jade-like back, his erect penis against her round, plump buttocks, rubbing them vigorously, seeking sweet pleasure.

Yi Rong, who was tidying up 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 she herself felt her words were full of provocation.

The woman 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 juice from the beautiful young woman's mouth, his large tongue domineeringly entwining with her tender tongue, their lips pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to never be separated. The man's strong, powerful hands also 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 from her husband's kiss again, looking into his lustful eyes, and whispered, "Yue'er isn't asleep yet!"

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

"It's all your fault! I have to tidy up again." She pouted, her pouty face making the man smile—she really did resemble 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 young girl!

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 girl already has a figure that rivals that of an adult woman. At least, Yue'er's bust size wouldn't be less than 32C!

Yue'er looked at the night view outside the window, and the image of the man and woman making love last night reappeared 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 had been thinking about such things for so long, and felt very embarrassed. But what embarrassed the girl even more was that—sometimes ago, the crotch of her white thong was wet with love fluid. The girl's face flushed even redder as she took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom in her room.

Chapter Two:

Warm water cascaded over the girl's delicate, curvaceous body. Her flushed face and misty eyes made her groan softly. Just moments before, as she had undressed, she had curiously picked up her underwear and examined it closely. She noticed a small, slightly yellow stain in the crotch area, with some slippery, lingering fluid. Was this her own love juice?! The girl had never examined her own nectar so closely before, her face burning red. Driven by

intense curiosity, she carefully brought the pure white underwear to her nose, gently inhaling the slightly yellow stain—a pleasant fragrance 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 the laundry basket. But the girl didn't know that what she saw as filth 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 who was leaving the next day, she walked barefoot towards her parents' bedroom. There was a carpet, so she wasn't worried about getting her feet dirty.

As she 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 red. She turned and fled back to her room, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it. Her breathing quickened, her eyes became hazy, and her clear black pupils misted over. 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 AM on August 19th, the sweet voice of the airport announcer echoed in 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, then turned and walked towards the check-in gate with her colleagues, turning back every few steps.

Yue'er nestled in her father's arms, waving 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 put his arm around the girl and 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 China, he hadn't spent much time with his daughter, constantly busy with his career. The last time he'd accompanied her shopping was when she was in her final year of junior high, to buy books. Back then, she was just a little girl, but now she'd grown into a graceful young woman.

The man stroked his clean-shaven chin, wondering if he was getting old. Thirty-two years old with a sixteen-year-old daughter—it was unbelievable! Getting married and having children too early was probably a mistake!

The man and girl walked down the pedestrian shopping street, their moods drastically different. The girl was beaming, a far cry from her previous silent demeanor. The man, expressionless, carried bags of groceries, his heart heavy with bitterness. 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 he could never keep up with the girl's nimble steps.

Lin Zhengtian felt a bit helpless, but more than that, he was struck by the realization—his daughter had grown up! Really grown up! Just now, his daughter 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 underwear, and he refused, finding it too revealing, the saleswoman's words still infuriated him: "Your girlfriend has a great figure and is beautiful; this would 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, whose face was beaming with joy, and was a little 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 and greeted Yue'er happily from the other side of the street.

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

The man's eyes narrowed, his brows 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 a good person.

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 chuckle, glancing at Lin Zhengtian with a mysterious look.

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

Lin Yue'er's excited expression, followed by a sudden blush, puzzled the man. Yue'er glanced shyly at Zheng Tian before returning to her laughter and chatter 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.

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

"Who's that girl?" Zheng Tian 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 Zheng Tian lay on his back in bed, smoking one cigarette after another, despite not being a smoker. A thin layer of smoke filled the large headboard, but the room wasn't stuffy because of the air conditioning. Lin Zhengtian couldn't sleep. His beautiful wife wasn't beside him; without her warm, soft body nestled against him, the man felt a little uneasy.

A huge white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire night sky. The thunder arrived late, but it was deafeningly loud. The man muttered to himself, "It's going to rain again!"

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

"Ahhhhhh…" The girl's scream carried far in the darkness, sounding terrifying.

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! Besides the thunder and lightning, the room was constantly dimly lit. In the girl's perception, the thunder and lightning were more like the maniacal laughter and hideous face of a demon. The girl trembled, pulling the thin blanket over her head, curling her body into a ball, shaking under the covers, murmuring, "Daddy!"

Terrified, she didn't hear her father's hurried footsteps and urgent questions outside, which only intensified her fear. She clutched the blanket tightly, her last line of defense!

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

The girl recognized her father's voice! She dropped the blanket and hugged her savior—her beloved father! She sobbed, nestled in her father's strong, secure embrace.

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

Hearing his gentle words, the girl gradually calmed down, but her cries grew 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 hesitated, a little embarrassed. After all, his daughter was sixteen!

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

"Okay!" 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 strong 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, and couldn't help but smile bitterly...

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, and it was difficult to separate them. If he tried to forcibly separate them, the girl would probably wake up crying again! Oh well!

He'd rather suffer a little himself! Fortunately, the girl wasn't heavy, probably only around 90 pounds! This was 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 was tightly hugging her father, her entire soft, delicate body pressed against his chest, and she kept looking for a more comfortable position. Lin Zhengtian felt a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen, and he was alarmed. He immediately lowered his eyes and nose, suppressing his desire, trying to make it subside. But the girl's fragrant body, coupled with her occasional little movements, made it difficult for the man to remain still. It was a long, long time before the man finally drifted off to sleep.

…

Sigh! Lin Zhengtian sighed inwardly. 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 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 squirming had only made it 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 allow it, and there was also the risk of waking her.

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 his daughter discover his shameful state by moving even slightly!

Fortunately, she squirmed again, and the man breathed a sigh of relief; his glans was now pressed against a "vacuum." But he immediately realized he had relaxed too soon—the man's enormous penis was pressed between the girl's legs, and worse, the girl was clamping it between her legs!

The man gasped again, but his "brother" below ignored the intentions of his "big brother" above, remaining erect and even more prominent. The man cursed inwardly. His hot, erect penis, with its large, round glans, pressed against the back of his daughter's legs—her delicate, tender anus! It was as if the girl had willingly clamped 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 had been pretending to be asleep. The man's unique physiological state made her even more afraid to move, lest her father notice!

But the man's hot penis pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, making her feel weak all over, and she had no strength left to get up. Having finally managed to wriggle free from the awkward situation and escape its relentless, fiery grip, she found 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 were 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 most intensely hot head was exceptionally thick and round, pressing against her most shameful place—her anus, which felt tingly from its heat. It felt as if a wave of heat traveled from there to her heart, softening her entire being.

The girl was utterly powerless; her fragrant, delicate body further stimulated the man's senses. He was subjected to the dual pressures of happiness and pain, teetering between heaven and hell. At this moment, the man began to hate his previously proud, extraordinary sexual prowess and robust physique.

"If only I were impotent!" The man, tormented by the torment, fantasized and cursed himself, uttering these words.

The girl, realizing her underwear was wet, was startled. Not daring to indulge in the sweet pleasure any longer, she immediately pretended to have just woken up and pulled off the man. The girl relieved her own embarrassment while simultaneously saving the man, rescuing him from a near-death choice between pain and pleasure, 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.

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, Zhengtian's fervent expression still made her very happy. The two embraced tightly in the airport waiting area, completely oblivious to the stares of passing travelers and Liu Yirong's secretly amused colleagues.

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, soft thighs. Liu Yirong, unable to bear the man's clutches, 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.

"Slap!" 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 and charming 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 really pent up these past few days!

9:00 AM, August 20th.

After getting up, the Lin father and daughter sat at the dining table for breakfast. At first, Lin Zhengtian was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted and ate calmly. The girl, blushing, lowered her head and ate silently, her mind constantly replaying the wonderful feeling from earlier—her father's hard, thick chest muscles, the burning sensation that made her blush, and the love fluid that flowed from her overflowing passion. All of this made the naive girl's heart race! The man also noticed this—had she discovered it? Zhengtian felt uneasy.

Nothing major happened at Zhengtian'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 during his free 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 his daughter and said she had a surprise for him! This made the man somewhat expectant.

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

Standing at his door, hiccuping, Lin Zhengtian took out his keys to unlock the door, but it wasn't locked. He pushed the door open unconsciously. He took off his shoes and socks in the porch and went barefoot into the living room. The moment he entered, his slightly dazed eyes suddenly lit up with joy. He saw his beloved wife, 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 my wife back; my darling sister-in-law is home early! Could this be her surprise for me? The man thought to himself. She doesn't seem to have noticed me yet. Hehe! Let me give her a surprise first!

The woman sitting on the sofa suddenly sensed someone approaching stealthily. Startled, she whirled around to find a dark figure, reeking of alcohol, pouncing on her. Zhengtian's large mouth pressed firmly against her soft, pink lips, his large tongue entwining hers and sucking at her sweet saliva. The woman froze, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to scream; her mind went blank, allowing the man to ravage her.

Her attention was completely drawn to his passionate kiss and heavy breathing, passively responding to his actions. Her eyes, wide with panic, stared at her beloved man—who had already closed them in ecstasy!

The strong masculine scent mixed with alcohol made her head spin, disoriented, feeling the world spinning, focused only on her passionate kiss with the man before her.

The man, thinking his beautiful woman was intimidated, showed no reaction. However, the soft pink lips, the sweet and cloying 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 slightly stiff and trembling body. He kept his eyes closed, leaving his "sister-in-law's" soft red lips, tracing her smooth skin to find her delicate, white earlobe. He whispered, "Sister Rong! I missed you so much!"

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

"Dad..." the girl drawled coquettishly, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Dad?" The man was a little confused by the way his "beloved wife" addressed him, but he immediately sobered up, his drunkenness and desire vanishing instantly.

"Yue'er...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 proactively covered for her father.

"Yes! Yes! I had dinner with some old friends today." The man answered hastily, "I'm going to take a shower." He then hurriedly ran 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 feeling from just moments before:

"Hmm! 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 was remembering something else.

Cool water splashed on his face, and the man vigorously rubbed his face, shaking his damp hair. What was wrong with him? Drunk and reckless? Luckily, his daughter didn't notice! It was all his mother's fault for drinking! The man resented himself. But did his daughter really not notice?

August 24th, 10 PM.

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

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

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

The car had just stopped in front of the house when the man impatiently lifted his wife from the car, rushing into the bedroom amidst her coquettish laughter and giggles. Gently placing his beloved wife on the bed, the man hastily stripped off his clothes—leaving only a pair of black underwear, inside which lurked a large snake, head raised, tongue flicking, ready to devour its prey.

"Why are you so eager?" Yi Rong was a little surprised, yet also amused; the bulging object in her husband's crotch also stirred her heart. 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 grimaced, taking the beautiful woman's hand to touch his burning erection. "It's so swollen. Sister. Rub it for me!"

"You rascal! You won't let me have a moment's peace as soon as we get back!" The woman gave her husband a coquettish glare, making the lustful man's soul fly away.

"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 the penis a few times, then rubbed the sensitive tip of the glans and the urethral opening with her tender palm.

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

Zheng Tian sealed his wife's red lips, teasing her tongue, his fingers moving nimbly over his sister-in-law's clothes. The woman cooperated with the man's magic hands, taking off her clothes, leaving only a royal blue openwork bra and matching lace 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 groin, making the woman deeply feel the heat of his penis. The woman actively sought pleasure; she couldn't bear the torment. The stimulation 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 pressure of his hot cock, the sensation traveling through her palms to her heart.

"Husband! Give it to me… I want it…" Now it was the woman's turn to beg for sex! The man, however, was no longer in a hurry. He was confident of victory and unafraid that the beautiful woman beneath him wouldn't agree to pleasure. 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 to take off!" the man continued to pressure the beautiful woman, teasing her nerves.

"I...I...I'll take them off myself...husband...my sir...give them to me!" the woman was truly desperate! She had abandoned all restraint, and tears were almost overflowing from her beautiful eyes.

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

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

The man's fingers explored the woman's panties, the net-like threads covered in slippery love juice. The man's heart stirred, and his large, round glans, covered in honey, rubbed against her labia.

"You bastard! Give it to me!" The woman was getting impatient. Her sensitive nature couldn't withstand the torment any longer. Forgetting her still-on 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 of her panties, exerted force, finally breaking through the fabric and penetrating her! The entire shaft entered her warm, slippery, writhing flower path. The man leaned down and gently kissed away his wife's tears.

"Sister..." the man murmured in his wife's ear, but his movements didn't stop, slowly and powerfully thrusting in and out of her vagina.

The woman felt like she was going to die; her soul seemed to fly to heaven. Perhaps she had been teased for too long, the waves of sexual pleasure relentlessly assaulting her heart, making her breath catch in her throat, her heart almost stopping. The woman had the illusion of being in the ocean, and herself 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 intense pleasure of her overwhelming climax. Her body remained incredibly sensitive. Her tender vulva once again gripped the large glans, offering its long-treasured nectar, allowing the unrestrained, horny man to feast and drink to his heart's content.

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

The man was ecstatic; his sensitive glans was drenched in the hot, slippery liquid, sending a shiver through him and making his assault easier. Her rosy labia clung tightly to his shaft, the soft flesh and delicate membranes inside undulating irregularly. His 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 irresistible. So warm, so slippery, 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 the woman's entire body. She felt it all, fearing even her heart might be ripped out of her throat.

"Too thick...too thick...don't...all the way in...it's so long...so long..." The woman couldn't bear the man's ravaging.

The man stopped talking, sweat spraying onto the bed with each violent movement. 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 flesh 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 impact of his glans and the degree of swelling and contraction of his large penis, she sensed that the man 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 last heavy thrust, he slammed into the walls of her uterus, his semen shooting like bullets into the deepest part of her womb, countless sperm swimming freely in their beautiful, warm love nest.

The woman's heart was shattered by the heat, the intense pleasure emanating from her numb womb making her breath catch in her throat. With a soft moan, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted in bliss. The man lay on top of 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 dear mother. She returned 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 had returned! Had she gone out? The girl went upstairs to her parents' bedroom and found them asleep, with her mother's long, snow-white leg exposed, and a lewd atmosphere permeating 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 mother later, she's tired and jet-lagged!"

"Okay," Yue'er replied.

…

On September 8th

at 3 PM, 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 unpleasant 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 mix of worry and frustration. She hadn't expected her usually well-behaved daughter to have such a friend! 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 occasionally drifted through the room. After cleaning, they sat side-by-side chatting.

"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? Like 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 underwear...

"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 simply didn't believe it!

The two girls fell silent…

“Yue’er”

“Sister Na?”

“I’m getting married.”

“Married? You’re kidding! Who are you marrying?”

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

“Isn’t he your brother?”

“I’m just kidding! 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 looked as pure as a saint!

“Then 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?”

“Sure!”

“In water and in fire, my love will never waver…” It was Zhang Shanna’s phone ringing. But she didn't answer the phone. She 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 and 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 had been very busy these past few days, with work and her daughter's affairs putting her under some pressure. She hoped to submit two satisfactory reports.

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

The girl's diary was exquisite, with a small golden lock guarding the secrets of her youth. Several notebooks stacked together, neatly arranged, seemed like a testament 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 and whispers filling the air, making one blush.

"Husband... ah..." The woman's voice was slightly choked, her round, snow-white buttocks moving up and down with all her might, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat, the alluring scent of her body mingling with the rising temperature of the air, filling the entire room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

The beautiful woman's strength waned, the speed of her buttocks' movements gradually slowed, while the convulsions and contractions within her vagina became more powerful, gripping the man with extraordinary pleasure. Zheng Tian knew his sensitive sister-in-law was about to climax; her juices flowed continuously from her vagina, the hot shaft coated with sticky love fluid, her tender, oily vagina tightly gripping his hard, iron-like penis. With each movement of the beautiful woman, 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, which provided her with powerful support, helping her to reach the upcoming peak.

"Ah..." A long moan escaped the woman's lips as she collapsed weakly against her husband's chest. At the same time, the man growled as he fed his semen to his beautiful wife's insatiable "little mouth." "Oh..." The hot semen slammed against her breasts, 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'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-covered mound, continuing to test its astonishing elasticity and tender texture.

"Husband," the woman whispered, her voice tinged with languor.

"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, riding dangerous iron birds through the air. He'd be much more at ease if his beautiful sister-in-law were tied to him!

"Why?" the beautiful woman said coquettishly, noticing her husband's displeasure. "Honey, haven't you always supported my work?"

"When have I ever supported your work? Unless you come and help me!" the man grumbled. The beautiful woman then became coquettish, pressing her soft, 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 replied softly.

"What? A month?" The man's heart burned with anger, not lust. "Are you trying to suffocate me?! You thought a week wasn't long enough last time, didn't you?"

"What do you take me for? A sex toy? Or a pretty vase?" Soft tactics failed, so she resorted to force. The beautiful woman complained, her small hands pounding on her husband's chest. But it all looked like a playful tantrum, like tickling.

"Alright!" The man helplessly grabbed the woman's soft hand. He needed to release his pent-up desire again. "You've already decided, why are you asking me?" He rolled over, pinning the beautiful woman's soft body beneath him.

Yi Rong sensed her husband's still-erect penis igniting a burning passion, but she had something very important to say, so she quickly braced herself against his chest.

"I have something else I want to tell you."

The man was displeased: "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 was surprised: "Why did you suddenly want 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 seem to have anything to do with him, does it? The man was a little annoyed.

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

"Are you kidding me? How could that be? An Oedipus complex?" Zheng Tian looked surprised and doubtful.

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

...

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 across the street, 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 now! 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! Nothing." The man came back to his senses 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 ahead excitedly, "Drive!"

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

"No! Of course I'm happy." The girl argued, "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: hadn't he 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. He hadn't expected to realize how neglectful he had been—not caring enough about her. 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 "before." In his memory, his daughter's grades were excellent in junior high. But now she was a senior in high school! The man didn't dare ask any more questions; he was afraid that if he did, he would feel increasingly guilty.

"How are things getting along 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! Is she getting married soon?"

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

"20 years old."

"That's a bit too early."

"She's considered early? What about you and Mom?" " Sixteen or seventeen."

"Heh! Your mother and I had a secret marriage. Otherwise, how would you be here? Besides, your mother and I were childhood sweethearts..."

"Innocent childhood friends. Later, in an accident, your mother 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 countless times. My ears are calloused!" "

Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'offered yourself'? That sounds awful! How can you talk about your father like that?" The man laughed and scolded.

"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 so clearly!" The man's smile wasn't very natural.

"From then on, you didn't care about me much! 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 in resignation.

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 felt little maternal love, finding it only in fairy tales. Sometimes, she even thought that fatherly love was enough!

The BMW, wedged in the steel torrent, drove onto the Yangtze River Bridge. The congested lanes slowed the car further and further. 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.

"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 everything stopped up ahead?" The cars in front had completely stopped. 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, brimming with tears.

"Yue'er, bear with it for now. We'll be home soon." Zheng Tian felt very sorry for her. Daughters like this are sensitive to cold and prefer 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 crystal tears clinging to her pale face, the man's heart ached, and he anxiously rubbed his hands together.

"Rubbing hands?" Zheng Tian remembered a method—rubbing to warm.

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

"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 a 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 abdomen. It was warm and comfortable. The girl couldn't help but groan softly; her lower abdomen seemed to be less painful, as if it were melting. The girl was somewhat intoxicated by the man's embrace. The man's unique scent and the warmth of his hands captivated her; his broad, strong chest and warm, powerful embrace gave her a sense of security, as if even if the sky were to fall, she wouldn't be afraid.

After rubbing his hands repeatedly dozens of times, the man felt that the beauty in his arms seemed much better; some color returned to her pale face, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered 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 let out a lazy sound through her nose. She felt much better! But she didn't want to get up; if only she could be held like this by her father forever.

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

Zheng Tian felt that his position with his daughter was a little ambiguous, and whispered in the girl's ear, "Feeling better?" He then tried to pull his hands away.

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

The atmosphere in the car silently heated up.

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

too. My good daughter." The man was shocked by his daughter's words, but pretended not to understand.

"That's not what I meant!" The girl panicked, 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 didn't back down, her resolute 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 read my diary."

"I..." The man was momentarily speechless.

"I know this is wrong. But I just love you, and I've fallen hopelessly in love with my own father!" The girl was already in tears, her voice soft and low, but her speech was still fluent and steady: "From a young age, I felt like a child without a mother, growing up under the discriminatory gaze 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 would always say, 'Your mother is coming back, but why doesn't she come to pick you up?' I would be speechless. When you came to pick me up, I cried and begged you for my mother, and you just repeated to me the words I had said to others hundreds of times. At that time, I felt so wronged, so I had to hold back my tears. Because I knew I had a good father who loved and cared for me. A good father that everyone would envy!"

Listening to his daughter's outpouring, the man thought about his past life and felt sorry for his daughter, for making her suffer so much. His own eyes also reddened slightly.

The girl wiped away her tears and continued, "Yes! 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, during Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, it's just Dad and me. 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 few glistening tears from the corner of his eye as he exhaled the smoke.

"Beep..." The car behind honked; the car in front had already driven some distance away. Zheng Tian composed himself, started the car, and drove off. Only the girl's soft sobs remained inside the car.

The man felt a little stifled and opened the car window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone golden on the faces of the father and daughter. Looking at the shimmering river outside the window, Lin Zhengtian was moved:

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

… The atmosphere in the Lin family had been strange these past few days,

starting September 17th

—Lin Zhengtian was avoiding his daughter; Lin Yue'er was always silent; and 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, causing them to withdraw their hands and lower their heads.

After dinner, Lin Zhengtian, having showered, lay back on the bed, 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. A deep cleavage was revealed from the wide opening of the robe, causing a ripple with her movements. But Zhengtian didn't notice this beautiful sight; his mind was still on his daughter. The beautiful woman walked gracefully, leaving a fragrant trail as she sat on the edge of the bed. Half of her delicate body was resting on her husband's naked, muscular body. Her left hand was on the man's chest, and her right hand was stroking his face. Her eyes were fixed on the real man's eyes as she softly asked, "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 sister’s back. The woman didn’t answer, quietly listening to her husband’s heartbeat.

“But,” the man’s tone changed, “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 sister’s full buttocks.

“You’re so annoying! You big pervert! You were just saying you were annoyed!” The beautiful woman pouted, glaring at her husband, but her body cooperated with his movements. 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 the man’s head down. Zheng Tian rolled over and pinned his wife’s sister beneath him, his tongue teasing her nipples, while one hand reached into the beautiful woman’s lush pubic hair, exploring its depths.

“Mmm…” the beautiful woman moaned softly, her voice tingling and trembling, her alluring eyes gently closing. Zheng Tian's nimble fingers parted the two red labia, his middle finger moving in and out of the 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 forced her eyes open, only to find such a shameful scene. A soft moan of protest aroused the man's lust. He held his nectar-covered finger in front of his eyes, seeing the love fluid on it thick and oily; he brought it to his nose, smelling a faint, exotic fragrance. Unable to resist, he put his finger in his mouth and savored it carefully. The beautiful woman was greatly embarrassed, her face turning as red as a rosy cloud. Although her husband had done similar "lightly drinking from the river" before, she had never seen it with her own eyes. But now, her husband's lewd act completely ignited the desire deep within her, her body suddenly becoming hot, and even her snow-white skin began to flush slightly.

"Sister! Didn't you want a child last time?" The man pressed his hot, large glans between the petals, rubbing it up and down teasingly. Two bright red rose petals opened and closed intermittently as the glans teased them, barely enveloping the tip, unable to fully grasp it. 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 swelled to its peak, bringing him immense satisfaction. Zhengtian rubbed his honey-scented glans against the sensitive, delicate clitoris, occasionally tapping the tip lightly, causing the already crimson droplets to take on a more alluring hue.

The beautiful woman was intensely aroused, her beautiful eyes 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 sister-in-law's expression of unbearable yet desperate endurance, secretly chuckled with smug satisfaction. He bent down, lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and took the beautiful, luscious pearl into his mouth. His tongue sucked hard on her clitoris, occasionally biting it gently with his teeth. The beautiful woman couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her long, shapely thighs wrapped around the man's neck, squeezing tightly, and her jade-like hands pressed hard against the back of his head.

Yi Rong climaxed, accompanied by a long "moan," a stream of hot vaginal fluid, carrying a strong feminine fragrance, gushed from her uterus. Her waiting mouth caught every drop, swallowing half of it. As the afterglow of the climax gradually dissipated, the man kissed the beautiful woman's small mouth and transferred 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 moan, melodious and poignant. 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 pause, the burning 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 simultaneously kneaded her snow-white, high breasts.

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

Thrust after thrust, the man's pounding showed no sign of slowing down, instead becoming more intense and rapid. The high-speed friction made the shaft even hotter, the glans constantly digging for more fluid, hoping to extinguish the raging flames. The oily nectar, just poured onto the thick penis, was quickly evaporated by the high temperature, a process repeated over and over.

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

The man's lumbar spine gradually went numb, the blood vessels in his penis throbbing and contracting wildly. His glans throbbed with pain, eager to expel the troublesome sperm.

The large, round glans struck the uterine wall again, a stream of scalding heat gushing out, burning the beautiful woman to the point of ecstasy. She clung tightly to her husband, speechless…

Chapter Five .
On September 18th,

Liu Yirong left.

Lin Zhengtian felt a little lost, driving aimlessly back to the company. The spacious and bright president's office was empty except for him; it wasn't just the space.

Suddenly, Lin Zhengtian felt very idle, uneasy with boredom, while the thick stack of documents awaiting approval on the 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 so restless these past few days..."

Zheng Tian was annoyed. He forcefully twisted the cigarette into the ashtray, crushing it to pieces. 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 been living a similarly monotonous and gloomy life for the past two weeks. She was in her final year of high school, facing heavy academic pressure, living a monotonous life, and most importantly—Yue'er discovered that her father, who used to love her the most, 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.

Each time he left, Yue'er could hear a faint sigh. Yue'er only 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 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 quite envious. 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 became lost in thought.

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 at 7:00 AM that morning and hadn't returned. Yue'er's phone was 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 fruition. 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 taxi, 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 that day surprised her, yet she could accept it nonetheless. 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; the various expressions of relatives, friends, and neighbors… Suddenly, Yue'er's phone rang. It was her father calling. Now was not a good time to answer, so she turned it off.

By the time 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 those words again, Yue'er felt a mix of emotions.

When Yue'er entered the house and saw her father's face, about to explode, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She silently sensed the tense atmosphere. 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 screen on the ceiling, as if beautiful flowers were 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 up? Missing me?" The man was in a great mood; he missed his sweetheart dearly!

"Who misses you! You're just being vain!" Clearly, his wife was in a good mood.

"What's up? Sister, is something good?"

"Of course! Guess!" The beauty was playful.

"You closed a big deal?"

"Yes! And what else?" "And what

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

"You idiot! All you know is that. Silly husband, I have some absolutely great news for you!" The woman was very proud, teasing her husband.

"What great news?" The man, following his wife's lead, pressed for more information.

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

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

"What are you saying! We just found out! There aren't that many taboos!" His beautiful wife playfully scolded, 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 on the bed happily like a child. He finally calmed down, planning a proper celebration when his wife returned. No! Tomorrow I'll go have a good drink with my buddies! We won't leave until we're drunk!

While her father was overjoyed in his room, Lin Yue'er was also lying in bed thinking about what had happened that day.

Overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, the precocious girl was caught off guard. Her 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 her pajamas, sat on the sofa in the living room, watching television absentmindedly. Clearly, she was lost in thought. That morning, Yue'er had learned of her mother's pregnancy. 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 that afternoon. Yue'er stayed 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 rang out—the doorbell. Her father was helped into the house by a friend surnamed Wang. Looking at her father's drunken state, Yue'er frowned slightly. "Uncle Wang, why is my dad so drunk?"

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

"Couldn't stop him? If only we hadn't 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, who was still rambling incoherently, she felt both angry and heartbroken.

While wiping her father's face with a warm towel, Yue'er muttered to herself, "Why drink so much?

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

Yue'er, her face still slightly dizzy, watched her father finally swallow the pills. A little "incident" had occurred while feeding him the medicine—the usually docile man suddenly hugged Yue'er and forced a mouthful of water and pills into her mouth.

Yue'er couldn't react in time and was forced to swallow them all. The man immediately lay back down, obediently. Yue'er, both angry and ashamed, shook her head and continued to wipe 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 slightly disoriented. She hurriedly pulled off her father's trousers, revealing his bulging black underwear.

The girl blushed, her mind filled with a mixture of emotions. Her soft, boneless hands, almost powerless, held the warm towel and wiped her father's strong body.

Yue'er finally managed to clean 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 countless times—and whispered her innermost feelings, tears streaming down her face.

"My darling! Why are you my father? Do you know how much I love you?..."

Zheng Tian felt very hot, burning his heart, his vision blurring, as if a beautiful woman was whispering something in his ear. The woman's appearance was so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before, a strange sense of familiarity

washing over him. Was she his wife? Looking at the girl's tear-streaked face, Zheng Tian felt a surge of heat. Unable to resist, amidst her startled cry, he pulled her into his arms, rolled over, and gently kissed away her tears.

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

Zheng Tian's large lips pressed against the girl's small mouth, her eyes quickly becoming glazed, overwhelmed by such passion. Yue'er closed her eyes, wholeheartedly savoring 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 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 persisted, relentlessly pursuing her, and even forcefully swallowing large gulps of her sweet saliva. This greatly angered the girl, and she took the initiative to fight back, her sweet, smooth tongue plunging into the man's mouth to battle it out. Just when the two were locked in a fierce struggle, Yue'er felt her breasts being attacked. Panicked, her little 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 from Yue'er's waist, up 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 with a mix of resistance and resistance, her nightgown was stripped off.

Zheng Tian slipped his fingers behind the girl's back, removed her pink bra, and carefully inhaled its delicate scent. The fresh, milky fragrance captivated him. Yue'er covered her flushed face with her small hands, peeking through her fingers to see her father intently sniffing her bra, his expression one of utter intoxication. Like a startled rabbit, she hastily closed her eyes, her face burning like a blazing fire. Yue'er's body grew restless, a strange, subtly yearning stirring within her. She didn't know this was the effect of "HT."

Zheng Tian tossed aside his treasure; more treasures awaited him. He leaned down, his large mouth reclaiming the girl's cherry lips, sucking in her sweet saliva, savoring its delicate sweetness. The man's nimble fingers played with her erect testicles, the smooth skin peeking through his fingers, the once pink nipples now hard and crimson. The man's fingers circled on her snow-white breasts, spiraling towards the nipples, but stopped at the areolas, only rubbing them with his fingertips to spread them further.

Yue'er's small mouth was sealed, only able to let out a soft, yearning moan from her nose. The man chuckled inwardly, finally satisfying the girl's desire. His nimble fingers gently squeezed her hot, hard nipples, a strong electric current coursing through her body, leaving her weak and 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 action 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 groan.

Zheng Tian looked up at his "beautiful wife's" delicate face, smiled smugly, and deliberately stuck out his tongue, teasing her bright red nipples with the tip. This caused the girl to hurriedly close her beautiful eyes, but the image of her moist, bright red nipples exuding an erotic aura under the light was deeply etched into her mind.

Zheng Tian felt a throbbing urge in his lower body; the tightness of his underwear made him very uncomfortable. As he removed it, he noticed a wet patch on the front. He looked down and saw that the bottom of the girl's pink underwear was soaked. The man chuckled wickedly, and his large, hot glans, through his "wife's" underwear, thrust and rubbed forcefully. 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 an even more shameful scene. The pink underwear was pushed into her vulva by the large glans, creating a large indentation, held between her labia. The burning heat from the glans, even through the fabric, was almost scalding her delicate, slippery petals.

To cool down, a large amount of sap gushed from the flower bud, making the labia and surrounding skin, along with the burning glans, feel slippery and 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 intentional or unintentional cooperation, he easily breached the girl's last line of defense, revealing a pure white, crystalline, and curvaceous body before him. Although Yue'er was an early bloomer, she was ripe enough to be enjoyed. 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 flower's lips into his mouth, greedily sucking the sweet nectar. The smooth, delicate petals felt like they were melting in his mouth, and the endless flow of nectar made him unable to put them down.

Suddenly, Zheng Tian's nose touched a slippery and warm fleshy ball, causing the girl to twitch, which he found quite amusing. The man's childlike heart was awakened, and while sucking the nectar, he paid special attention to the bead of blood.

Yue'er felt like she was about to die. Originally, the pleasure aroused by her father's lips and tongue had already made this pure lamb breathless and her mind sluggish. But later, when the man used the tip of his nose to bump and play with that delicate and sensitive clitoris, she felt like she was dying of pleasure, and the strong electric current was really suffocating her. Her slender fingers gripped the snow-white sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged from the excessive force, her knuckles turning white. Her snow-white and lovely toes also spasmed and curled, sometimes tight and sometimes loose. Her shapely, long legs clamped tightly around the man's head, preventing any pleasure from escaping, while her flower bud gushed with love juice.

Zheng Tian freed himself from the girl's legs, his tongue moving back to her nipples, his long middle finger gently moving in and out of her labia. Her passionate, fiery flesh eagerly proved its purity to the man, tightly enveloping his finger, welcoming its arrival, and then bidding it farewell with a reluctant embrace.

Yue'er panicked; her private parts, never before touched by anyone else, were being violated by her own father. Although the girl had already decided to give herself to him, she felt a pang of fear as the moment approached. Actually, Yue'er didn't regret it; it was just that the unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed and confused her. 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 "HT" she had mistakenly taken made her even more sensitive.

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

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

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

Yue'er opened her beautiful eyes, filled with panic, struggling to push the man away, but her powerless resistance was no match for her crazed father. With a low growl from the man, the girl painfully closed her eyes, two tears of passion spilling from the corners of her eyes.

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

The pain of the moment her virginity was broken caused her delicate brows to furrow slightly, but it was brief; 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 beautiful woman beneath him was. He only knew that his penis was being squeezed tightly, the pressure inside the vagina was immense, and his glans felt like it was about to burst. Barely suppressing the urge to attack forcefully, he gently used 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 with great pleasure. 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 was intoxicated by the gentle sense of possession and pleasure, and her round and slender jade legs quietly rested on her father's strong waist. The man's sudden passion caught her off guard. Her delicate flower was forcibly forced open, his hard, large glans pounding against her uterus, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her tender womb, unable to withstand such torment, became numb and convulsing.

"Ah..." With a scream, Yue'er experienced her first orgasm. The intense convulsions trapped his glans within her uterus, the cervix tightly gripping the fleshy ridges. His forceful thrusts caused her entire uterus to contract even more intensely. Yue'er experienced wave after wave of pleasure, experiencing orgasm after orgasm.

She was incredibly sensitive. The pleasure her father brought her was indescribable.

"Ah...ah...ah..." After a long moan, Yue'er couldn't resist the repeated waves of orgasm and fainted in bliss.

The man, pleased with himself, remained still, waiting for the girl's body to calm down. He also felt great; the sensation of the flower path rapidly wriggling and clamping was unprecedented. Fortunately, he was a seasoned veteran; otherwise, he would have been utterly defeated and exhausted.

The girl remained unconscious, but her inner passage continued to throb. Zheng Tian felt his "wife" beneath him was ready for lovemaking again. He wrapped her jade-like legs around his waist, placed a pillow behind her back, leaned against the headboard, and knelt, cupping her smooth, round buttocks in his hands—they seemed a little thinner. The man planned to awaken the sleeping woman in his arms with a storm of passion, thrusting deep inside her, his glans pounding forcefully against the uterine wall. The girl's hands limply rested on her father's neck, her breasts undulating 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 rousing her from her unconsciousness.

Yue'er weakly opened her eyes, finding herself 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 their point of contact and wetting the 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 snow-white, flushed body. Her clitoris, above her labia, was constantly harassed and rubbed by the man's pubic hair, stimulated to become even more crimson and luscious. Her father's thrusts became faster and more powerful, and he too soon climaxed. Yue'er felt the fiery pillar inside her swell, becoming thicker, longer, and hotter.

"No...no..." Yue'er cried out, a stream of scalding semen hitting her uterine wall, simultaneously triggering another climax in the girl. The two streams of heat surged and merged within the girl's flower palace.

One night, spring breezes swept through the Jade Gate Pass.

Around 8 AM on October 3rd

, Lin Zhengtian awoke, but didn't open his eyes, instead caressing the woman in his arms. He had a dream the night before—a dream in which his wife returned, and they made love several times. Upon waking, the warm, soft body in his arms seemed to confirm his dream. They were still intimately connected, his burning penis still inside her, its morning erection radiating energy, the honeyed passage incredibly 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 awoke with a start, opening his eyes to find that the "wife" in his arms was actually his beloved daughter—Lin Yue'er.

"Ah…" A wild howl echoed throughout the Lin residence.

…

On the morning of October 19th,

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

When Liu Yirong saw her husband and daughter greeting her with a smile, she froze—both looked haggard and thin, their eyes filled with exhaustion, unease, and remorse. The living room of the Lin residence was brightly lit

on the night of October 9th

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

Silence, and more silence, seemed destined to continue indefinitely. Liu Yirong was in excruciating pain. She had already devised a solution, but unexpectedly, in the short month she had been gone, such a thing had happened. Both sides were her closest relatives; any choice would cause immense harm to the other, and she would be the most direct victim. Heartbroken and torn, Yirong abruptly stood up and, under the anxious gazes of her father and daughter, went upstairs to her bedroom.

The father and daughter remained silent in the living room, the scene awkward. After a long while, Yue'er sighed softly, her heart filled with sorrow. She stood up, turned, and went upstairs to comfort her injured mother. Zheng Tian lowered his head, his hands cupping his face, 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 sadly. Cold water mixed with tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the surface of the sink, splashing a few drops. 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 placed by the sink…

“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 Zheng Tian sat in a chair, filled with remorse, his hands tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly and loosely. Yue'er sat beside him, sobbing softly. Nearly ten minutes had passed since Liu Yirong was wheeled into the emergency room, her red indicator light flashing. Just as the Lin father and daughter waited anxiously, a doctor emerged from the emergency room, and the two 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 of her blood type. She needs a blood transfusion from a family member. Does anyone here have the same blood type as her?"

"I do! I have the same blood type as her." Lin Zhengtian recalled an incident 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 really don't know how you can be a parent. Your child is pregnant, and you still let her donate blood? 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 stood up abruptly. He was unaware that Yue'er had kept it from her father. "Then 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.

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 compose himself, but after being struck again and again, he still 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 held flowers, braving the wind and rain, and stood in front of a tombstone.

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

In the misty rain, the man's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. He walked steadily, his posture upright, unmoved 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 staircase was wet, flanked by towering, verdant pines and cypresses. The wind and rain blew, carrying the rustling sound of leaves. Zhengtian enjoyed the scenery, pausing to listen to the sound of the wind, a look of contentment on his face, his mind at peace. For a long time, the wind and rain continued, the pines rustled, but no one was in sight.

When Lin Zhengtian finally emerged from the cemetery, it was nearly noon. The rear window of a black BMW slowly rolled down, revealing two beautiful faces, both pleased and reproachful. The man felt a surge of warmth in his heart and quickened his pace toward the car. He opened the door and had just sat down when a pair of slender, fair hands reached out from behind and placed them on his shoulders, helping him remove his half-damp 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 tenderness, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took her other 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 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.

Zhengtian's gaze softened with tenderness and affection as the girl moved. His gaze 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" smoothly drove onto the highway.

A 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 him and his daughter, and upon learning of the girl's pregnancy and her vow 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 birth of her child.

Zheng Tian was somewhat surprised by his wife's change, but he didn't want to say much. 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 gained a woman who truly entered his life, a woman who saved his life with her own blood, a woman who deeply loved him, a woman he deeply loved—Liu Yirong. Because of the wind and rain, he left his pregnant wife and daughter in the car while he paid respects to his parents alone.

At his parents' joint grave, when he saw their still-young faces on the tombstone, he remembered his mother's eyes, which had lingered open in worry for him on her deathbed. Moved, he uttered the words, "I have found the best home!"

Driving, Zhengtian saw two radiant faces filled with maternal love in his rearview mirror and smiled contentedly.

On Sunday afternoon, March 26th

, Lin Zhengtian 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 charming pregnant women, and as he gazed at their plump, rounded buttocks, made even more round and perky by pregnancy, he could

n't help but swallow hard. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was around, he gave them a quick pinch, earning a glare and a playful scolding from the two beauties: "You big pervert!" Zheng Tian felt wronged. Couldn't he even touch his own wives? This was outrageous! He'd been holding back for so long, he was practically going 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 a one-man show with two women? Lin Zheng Tian 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 his daughter. Although they had been intimate since their children gave birth, the mother hadn't been willing to be with her daughter. Lin Zhengtian had long wanted to play with them together as a "twin lotus." 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 delicate beauties nestled in his arms, one on each side. The man's hands were not idle; through the thin nightgowns, they wandered and caressed the women's sensitive areas, teasing them until they breathed heavily, moaned softly, closed their beautiful eyes, and looked on with unbearable desire.

Yue'er was still healthy, young, and experiencing sex for the first time. Because of her pregnancy, she hadn't had much intimacy with her father and lacked experience. Lin Zhengtian, on the other hand, was hesitant and dared not openly show affection to his daughter in front of his wife's sister. Although Yue'er was panting heavily, her body brimming with desire, she still managed to grit her teeth and persevere.

Liu Yirong, however, was in a much worse state! 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 assault, she was gradually overwhelmed. Unable to withstand the teasing, she was already overflowing with desire, 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 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 trembling plea for mercy: "Dad..."

The man smiled slightly, releasing the girl to rest and watch him tease the mature woman. He launched a full-scale attack on the beautiful woman.

Yirong was now in agony. To maintain her image in front of her daughter, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears as she looked at her husband with a hint of reproach. 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 anger, her red lips glistening, her jade-like 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 she was experiencing. She was already aroused, and with her daughter watching, her shyness and the forbidden feeling fueled even more excitement. She felt a surge of heat in her womb, her vagina tightening, 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 try your sister's nectar too." He deliberately replaced "mother" with "sister" and brought his hand to Yue'er's lips.

Yue'er, her face flushed, glanced at her equally rosy-cheeked mother, closed her beautiful eyes, and carefully licked the love fluid from her father's hand with her soft, fragrant tongue—it had the scent of a mature woman, a slightly fishy and salty aroma, and an indescribable lewd smell. Yi Rong, extremely shy, twisted her slender, rounded white fingers against her husband's waist. The man, unconcerned, laughed heartily and helped his wife's sister undress—her lower abdomen remained snow-white and flat, untouched by childbirth.

The man caressed it lovingly, then bent down to leave a string of delicate, passionate kisses. Inspired by this, Yue'er voluntarily removed her nightgown, leaving only a small, beige panty, and moved it in front of her father. Zheng Tian raised his head, smiling at his daughter, and kissed Yue'er's navel deeply. The girl hugged her father's head, closing her eyes with a blissful and content expression.

Yi Rong watched her daughter embracing her husband with such bliss, feeling a mix of emotions, but definitely a bittersweet feeling. She gently pulled her husband closer, placing one of her snow-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 the other swollen nipple with his fingers. He invited his daughter to enjoy the deliciousness together. Yue'er hesitated for a moment, then happily took the other nipple into her mouth, once again experiencing that childhood happiness.

Liu Yi Rong gently stroked the hair of the two large "babies," feeling 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 and pressing the blood-red clitoris. The beautiful woman tensed up, her long legs wrapped around her husband's waist, and she tried to let the hot pillar of fire enter her body.

The man ignored his wife's hints, suckling vigorously at her breast, filling his mouth with milk, and then 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 filled with tears, watching the sensual 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, saying to his daughter, "Later, you'll be like your 'sister.' Understand?"

Yue'er, though not understanding, 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? Embarrassed, Yue'er had no choice but to take off her underwear and shyly hand it to her father. The man happily took it, carefully examining the crotch area, which 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 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 further actions.

"Husband... ah... be gentle... ah... be gentle..." The beautiful woman had never expected her husband's attack to be so fierce, each thrust hitting flesh, heavily slamming against the inner wall of her uterus. The uterine wall and vagina quickly became numb, waves of pleasure washing over her, one after another. Before the beautiful woman could even experience the fullness brought by the huge pillar of fire, the next violent impact came again, even her moans became intermittent.

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

Yue'er watched from the side, her mouth dry and her body burning. She had never imagined that a man could be so wild. The thought of soon experiencing the same thing as her mother made Yue'er's heart pound and her palms sweat.

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

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

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

Yue'er was a little nervous, her delicate body helplessly at the man's mercy. Zhengtian watched his daughter shyly close her eyes, looking like a lamb to the slaughter, which filled him with immense tenderness. Her snow-white, high breasts were just maturing, her smooth, snow-white belly, still flat after childbirth, and her pink, dewy petals remained hidden, the scent of milk and her body mingling, stimulating 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 also experienced what her mother had just felt—the fiery pillar thrusting rapidly and powerfully into her most tender spot, her womb trembling from the impact. A wave of tingling, numb, and full pleasure seeped into her bones, an itch so intense she only wanted that thick penis to pound and ravage her even faster to relieve the itch, unaware that this was merely a temporary, harmful experience. The girl, new to sex, was no match for her father's seasoned experience. With a long moan, she followed in her mother's footsteps, collapsing limply onto the bed.

Zheng Tian, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, continued his frenzied thrusting, hoping to induce more orgasms in the girl. When his daughter had just reached orgasm, her uterus and vagina had convulsed violently, his large glans felt tingly from the grip of her cervix, and a surge of heat had hit his sensitive urethral opening; the man had almost ejaculated. Fortunately, his experience allowed him to control that frenzied feeling. The girl was already weak and limp, but she still tried to arch her back and lift her hips to meet the man's movements, her nectar flowing freely and covering their genitals. The scents of milk, body, and woman mingled, filling the air.

With a low growl from the man, Yue'er felt streams of heat shooting into her flower, burning her and causing her to moan. She reached another orgasm, her whole body flushed, her mouth wide open, a strand of hair damp with sweat clinging 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 tilt, even nodding slightly as if satisfied with its outcome. The shaft was covered in a glistening mixture of fluids, and milky semen continued to ooze from its glans. 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 fiery shaft, rubbing and manipulating it.

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

Yi Rong didn't know what was wrong with her; seeing her daughter take her husband's glans into her mouth, she felt inexplicably jealous, a mix of resentment and envy, but mostly a lewd excitement. That fiery pillar was simply too huge and thick. Yue'er's small mouth couldn't fully contain it, and being inexperienced, she could only clumsily and passively hold half of the penis.

The girl closed her eyes, feeling incredibly ashamed and wanton, having willingly taken her father's shameful member into her mouth, still stained with her own juices and his semen. Suddenly, she felt a pair of soft, plump flesh touch her lips. Opening her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy—it was her mother sucking on the exposed part of his penis.

What were she and her mother doing? The thought of her mother also tasting the remaining juices on the shaft made her cheeks flush; it was her own nectar. The girl trembled with excitement, offering the glans to her mother and thrusting her chest forward, letting the man taste her breast milk.

As Zhengtian suckled the sweet milk, he felt a mixture of excitement and confusion—his wife's sister seemed to be vying for his attention with her daughter? She had never offered him oral sex before. If that were the case, he would be much happier. Perhaps… the man decided. He patted his wife's back, making her kneel on the bed, her snowy buttocks facing the edge.

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

The beautiful wife felt her husband's hot lips on her most intimate place and, in shock, shook her hips to try and escape. But the man wouldn't let the prize escape; "smack!" A slap landed on her beautiful buttocks, creating a beautiful ripple. The beautiful woman was both

angry and ashamed, and she actually cried out. 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 in waves—this was the beautiful sight the man had just discovered. Actually, the man's slaps didn't hurt much; there was a playful, teasing quality to it, but Yi Rong just couldn't let go of her

pride. As the man slapped her, she became obedient, her crying gradually stopping, and she even seemed to enjoy it a little. Her snow-white, plump buttocks were flushed red, hot and tingling, giving her a slight pleasure. She gently swayed her beautiful buttocks, attracting the man's attention. Zheng Tian was mesmerized, admiring her in his heart, and kissed the troublesome anus again, pouring the milk from his mouth into his wife's sister's rear 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 to her. Was he going to spank her too? Yue'er was a little scared.

Zheng Tian suckled again, then gestured for Yue'er to kneel side-by-side like her mother. The girl understood, quickly and obediently kneeling down, sticking out her beautiful buttocks, and using her small hands to spread her buttocks apart, ingratiatingly inviting the man's favor. Zheng

Tian was very satisfied. He hadn't expected the girl to be so obedient. Moreover, the scene of mother and daughter blooming like twin lotus flowers was so lewd, alluring, and dazzling—two equally beautiful women, side-by-side, their plump buttocks sticking out, their dark red buds finally blooming, releasing sweet, milky nectar, inviting the man's affection.

The mere thought of this scene was thrilling, let alone experiencing it firsthand! Zheng Tian was ecstatic, his male chauvinism swelled to its peak, and he was utterly satisfied! This was a hundred, 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 was unaware 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, comfortable, and the force of the intestinal walls' peristalsis was no less than that of her honey hole, perhaps even surpassing it. The poor, delicate anus was being ravaged, stretched open and flattened right before his eyes by the huge, thick, fiery pillar, milky white fluid being continuously drawn out with the rhythmic thrusting of the pillar.

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

The man groaned, tightly gripping his wife's slender waist, his hot semen splattering against her intestinal walls, shooting deep inside. Yi Rong's head tilted 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 heavily.

Yue'er's mind was in turmoil, she didn't know what she was thinking. Watching the milk and semen slowly flowing from her mother's perforated anus, she even had the urge to taste it. The scene of lovemaking just now had shocked her too much. But soon, she also tasted the strange fullness mixed with numbness that her mother had just experienced.

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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 fruit is sweet

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