【Demons arise from the heart】(2)

Author: voxcaoz
First published: Yes
Published on sis001 2016/3/28
Words: 6680 words
2 A sudden sight
caught my breath. The baby was gripping his mother
's collar tightly, pulling her clothes out of shape.
From my angle, my husband, at 1.75 meters tall, could definitely see his wife's chest if he wanted to
. At that moment, I couldn't pretend to be indifferent anymore,
so I quickly stubbed out my cigarette and rushed over.
I asked my wife with feigned concern, "What's wrong?" and immediately noticed the blush rising on her cheeks
.
Zhuang Li stammered, "The child isn't behaving properly." Following her words, I saw the child seem to have grabbed
my wife's bra. Walking closer, I saw it was true, just as I'd guessed. Looking at my father, he turned his face away.
When our eyes met, I saw a hint of unease in his gaze.
My initial excitement vanished in that instant, replaced by a pang of self-reproach. How could I let a dream
lead me to such wild thoughts, let alone make wild guesses based on everyday life? How could I face my wife?
How could I face my parents? Zhuang Li loves me so much, and my parents dote on me so much. How could I, as their son,
feel such excitement during such an awkward moment between my wife and father? I felt utterly ashamed.
Stroking the child's smooth, glistening arm, I gently soothed him, "Baby, be good." With considerable effort
, I finally managed to pry the child's hand away and handed him to his father.
My wife was tidying up with her back to us. I quietly walked up to her and asked, "Did Xiaoyan grab your bra?"
Zhuang Li just rolled her eyes at me and didn't say much, but two
red blushes appeared on her face again, revealing her shyness.
It seemed my wife didn't care too much about what she had just done. The whole family lived together, and there had been awkward
moments before; nobody had any ulterior motives, except for me, the man with the wild imagination.
The child was eventually handed to my mother. By then, my wife had already changed into her high heels and started
the car. My father and I came down the stairs, saw our brown Tiguan, and quickly got in.
My wife then drove my father and me to our respective workplaces before driving off to hers.
At work, I went to my office, put down my bag, briefly turned on the company
computer, dealt with the day's events, and then, with nothing much to do, I went out of my room to
chat with my colleagues.
My company is a South Korean enterprise. If you're asking for a higher salary, you shouldn't work there, because it
's incredibly low. With current prices, it's less than 6,000 yuan a month. If you only
earn that much, forget about living in a big city; it's not even enough to make ends meet in my current county town. Not to
mention the annual car maintenance, the house's property management and heating costs, and
the expenses for social obligations and entertainment, not to mention other small expenses. All of these cost money, and
since having a child, money has been flowing out like water.
Hehe, what makes me happy is that my department's main job is purchasing, responsible for
the supply and demand of parts for various machine types within the company. In such a privileged environment, if I didn't have some side income,
you can easily imagine the outcome. Do you think I'd stayed here for six years?
That despicable little southern country is notoriously greedy and ruthless. They exploit cheap labor on Chinese soil,
profiting off the hard-earned money of our people—something we can't stop. As
one of the millions of members of China, I can only constantly find loopholes and take advantage of my existing resources. If there's an opportunity, I'll use it reasonably; if not,
I'll create one and exploit it even more. Otherwise, I wouldn't be constantly attending drinking parties—it's just reciprocal
gift-giving with other departments! That's
how social interactions are; there's no right or wrong. In the face of profit, everyone's corrupt, and
nobody says anyone is dirty.
In my leisurely life, ever since I picked up smoking and drinking again, my friends and colleagues know I'm no longer averse to it
, and so life has returned to its old state, a state of revelry. This inevitably led to
a vicious cycle of emptiness in my life and exhaustion in my body: the more I rushed around to drinking parties
, the weaker I felt; the more I struggled to cope, the more empty and lonely I felt. The boastful words exchanged amidst the clinking of glasses,
the endless drinking and vomiting, and then neglecting my wife at home.
After chatting for a while, I went to my boss's office, greeted the minister from the southern country
, gave a routine report, and that was it. For me, the
day's work was basically done; the rest of the time was just for killing time.
Recalling last night's dream, the more ashamed I felt, the more I couldn't help but relive it. I closed the office
door, cutting off contact with my colleagues, and fell deeply into my recollections…
In a daze, I returned to the countryside where I lived as a child. The environment was the same, just like in my childhood
; the people and things hadn't changed at all.
As I dreamt of returning to my hometown, I felt younger, my body in a semi-flying state,
sometimes in my old family courtyard, sometimes in someone else's. But that's not the point.
The point is, in the dream I was married and discovered things that piqued my interest.
Leaving aside the fact that it was a jumbled dream—one moment I was a child, the next a married man—the dream was
chaotic. But one thing was certain: this dream had taken root in my heart and was growing stronger.
Reflecting on the dream, I saw those mature women from back then, whom I should have called aunties. In the dream
, I could stare at their breasts under their vests without restraint, without any qualms. Thinking
about it, I felt a stirring in my own genitals.
Just as I was staring blankly at my auntie's breasts, I heard her say, "Isn't that Brother Guangshan? How come..."
"Why did you take your daughter-in-law to Old Li's house?" My aunt's words sent a chill down my spine. Not for any other reason than the
intriguing events at Old Li's house. What shocked me most was that the "Brother Guangshan" my aunt mentioned was none other than my father
! What was my father doing taking my wife to Old Li's house?
That Old Li family had a history of incestuous relations between father-in-law and daughter-in-law. He was
about the same age my father is now. His son had gone abroad to work, leaving his wife behind. His
wife had also just given birth. My memory was crystal clear; everyone in the village knew about it.
The memory, carried along by the dream, awakened something deep within me. As a child, I didn't
pay much attention to the topic of incestuous relationships between father-in-law and daughter-in-law, nor did I quite understand what the term meant. However, adults
talked about it endlessly during their leisure time, which made me remember what happened in my childhood. When those memories
appeared in my dreams now, the feeling changed. I was no longer the
ignorant child I once was; I had grown up and understood the true meaning of incestuous relationships.
Taboos always possess an endless, dreamlike magic, making one's blood boil and unable to control oneself when contemplating them. Because
it violates ethics, it's better not to think about it; once it's involved, it's impossible to shake off.
I continued to recall the events of last night's dream, my body in a state of semi-sleep.
The dreamscape in my mind kept shifting, and my body, following the recollections, suddenly floated to Old Li's house
.
In the dream, I seemed to possess superpowers, flying around and teleporting in all directions. Perhaps
most people are like me, experiencing these strange and wonderful abilities in their dreams.
Old Li's house was empty. Just as I was feeling lost and helpless, I saw my father
come out of the side room of Old Li's house
, pulling up his trousers. He seemed flustered when he saw me, a dry laugh on his face before he quickly walked out of the yard. I had never seen my father with that expression before; he seemed very strange. I didn't hear what he said, only
saw his disheveled back as he hurried away, which puzzled me.
Turning around, I saw my wife putting on stockings through the cracked door.
The crotch of her ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose was clearly torn, and I could vaguely see
the residue of a man's ejaculation between her legs, soaking her stockings—very conspicuous.
Recalling this dream, I felt my mouth gape open, my eyes almost popping out of
their sockets. With my breathing becoming rapid, my penis was already hard as an iron rod, painfully hard inside my pants.
As you can imagine, isn't it ridiculous that I'm in this state when recalling my dream in a static state? If
someone saw this, they would definitely question my mental state.
My heart is pounding, my body is trembling, and my throat feels like it's choking when I swallow. A
mix of excitement and guilt overwhelms me; my body can no longer remain calm.
Trembling, I lit a cigarette and finished it in a few puffs. Then, I pulled out another cigarette
, lit it quickly, and started smoking again. Only after smoking four cigarettes in a row, my mouth burning, did I finally give up
the idea of smoking again.
I wanted to stop thinking, to stop recalling the events of the dream. Because it involved my family
, and honestly, I was worried that if this continued, I would become hopelessly mired in it.
I picked up a cup, tilted my head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of water. Smoking couldn't calm my wildly beating
heart, and I knew that drinking water wouldn't solve my current confusion—that was just self-deception.
Involuntarily, I started thinking about it again.
In the past, I wouldn't have been able to recall events from dreams so easily. But this was
the second time I'd dreamt of this scenario this month, and the two dreams were incredibly similar
. A little deeper thought was enough to remember them.
Caught in this contradictory and awkward state of mind, although I felt intensely guilty, it also gave
me a powerful stimulation. This person, who usually needs constant stimulation and arousal from his wife to get an erection during sex, suddenly had
a hard-on. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, I honestly couldn't tell.
I suppressed my thoughts, trying again to avoid thinking about the other part of the dream, but
the boring and monotonous office life made it impossible to ignore it. The more I suppressed it, the harder it became to control. Finally, I gave up trying
to suppress the thoughts and indulged in the recollection.
In the dream, my body seemed to disappear, leaving only my eyes staring at the room. At this moment, my wife, now
dressed in stockings and high heels, looked around for a while, then opened the door to the room and quietly disappeared before my eyes
, as if nothing had happened.
With a touch of unease, I followed my wife back to our old house in our hometown. I saw her hold our
child, and as she placed the breast in Xiaoyan's mouth, I saw a radiant glow of maternal love on her face. She was so
gentle and tender, so beautiful. Looking at this radiant pearl before me, my heart calmed down
, my eyes filled with tenderness. To her, my wife. Regardless of what happened before, she remains my
one and only treasure.
At this moment, I only wanted to peacefully protect this mother and child before me. Their happiness was enough.
This was my heart as a husband and father, and it was also the goal I would strive for my entire life.
You don't know the love of parents until you raise a child; you don't know the cost of living until you manage a household. After marriage and children, I treated my wife and children the way my
father treated my mother and me. Perhaps this is the love between husband and wife, the
boundless love of parents for their children.
I continued to wander in my dream, knowing it was unreal yet deeply savoring it. It seems I couldn't escape it.
As I recalled the dream, my mind raced, my
emotions fluctuating between excitement and calm. Just as I was beginning to settle, the second scene in the dream shattered my composure.
My wife, breastfeeding the baby, had somehow moved from our house
to Old Li's house, and the baby inexplicably disappeared.
Seeing that scene, I couldn't tell whether I felt tension, anger, excitement, or bewilderment.
I don't remember exactly what happened, but thinking back now, my body trembles, my heart races, and my breathing
becomes rapid.
My wife was naked from the waist up, her plump, white breasts heaving and swaying, revealing her two grape-sized nipples, glistening
with milk, beckoning to her man.
She wore flesh-colored, open-crotch stockings, lying on the large bed, seemingly welcoming
another man as she welcomed me, letting him insert his thick penis into her tender, tight vagina.
In my memory, when I saw this blood-pumping scene, when I saw that man so passionately on top of my wife
, my mind went blank, and I wanted nothing more than to grab a kitchen knife and
kill the man who was abusing my wife.
In the dream, the man on top of Zhuang Li, thrusting wildly, was facing away from me. In retrospect, my
superpowers were gone, leaving me only with anxious helplessness. In my haste, my movements were as slow as a snail.
When I finally reached them, I finally saw the man's face. He
was so familiar to me.
He was my father. My wife was wearing flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, letting my father penetrate her as he pleased.
My father's face was contorted and twisted, as if he were fucking his own wife
, penetrating her completely each time. Judging from the intensity of his thrusts, he was clearly
experiencing intense pleasure, both mentally and physically. To have sex with a woman as tight and smooth as my wife was an unprecedented pleasure.
"Ah," I growled, snapping out of my reverie. My palms were damp,
and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
I nervously looked out the window. My subordinates, who were "working" outside, were either playing games or
chatting, completely unaware of what was happening here. I let out a long breath, and then, as if possessed, unzipped
my pants and pulled out my rock-hard penis from my underwear.
I'm confident my penis is decent enough; it's fifteen or sixteen centimeters long when erect, and the shaft is covered in
prominent, bristly veins. Despite its often weak state during sex with my wife, at this moment, the glans is the size of a
ping-pong ball, a deep purplish-red, definitely worthy of being displayed.
My unusually engorged glans is entirely due to the recollection of my dream; the translucent fluid secreted from the urethral opening
makes it slippery, and stroking it feels incredibly pleasurable.
At this moment, I can no longer control my restless lust. The information flowing through my mind
is clearer than watching pornography, blatantly whipping my fragile soul, filling me with
a sinful excitement, while my mind is filled with sexual passion.
I couldn't care less anymore. Returning to the dream, I saw my father contentedly pull up his pants
, leaving my wife alone on the bed. Her genitals were swollen and red, her vagina gushing
with my father's milky white semen—so much, so obvious.
Staring wide-eyed, I questioned Zhuang Li, "Who were you doing this with?" My wife covered her face with her hands, remaining silent.
After repeated questioning, she whispered, "With Dad."
I should be furious at being cuckolded, especially since I caught my wife red-handed, but no matter what
, I couldn't muster any anger. With a trembling body, I felt a surge of desire running from my lower abdomen to the base of my penis. My
lust rose, and excitement replaced my urges. I interrogated my wife like a criminal, but
it was hardly an interrogation!
"How many times did you do it?"
Zhuang Li whispered. "Once, just once."
For some reason, I was very dissatisfied with this answer, so I yelled, "I saw you guys
here last time too! How many times did you do it?" Seeing that I had exposed her, Zhuang Li cried out, "Three times! I
was forced!"
"Ah!" I growled, instantly pulled back to reality. My penis throbbed so hard my palm
trembled, and I ejaculated.
A powerful stream of milky white semen shot onto the floor under my desk, seven or eight spurts, and then,
like a hypocrite suffering from drug addiction, I slumped into my chair…
Night fell, the sky a deep, inky black, making one feel the vastness of the universe
and one's own insignificance.
I am not a saint, just an ordinary, unremarkable person. I have my own family
, and I have my own desires. I think everyone has emotions and desires, just like day and night.
There's a sunny side and a dark side; this is eternal and unchanging, and no one can escape its trajectory.
Turning my gaze away from the window, I looked at my wife. She had already soothed Xiaoyan
and was getting out of bed, buttoning her pajamas.
Seeing me staring at her, Zhuang Li smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"
I told her, "Nothing. Are you planning to take a shower and rest?"
Zhuang Li said, "Go to the balcony and get some diapers for the baby. I need to finish writing in my diary.
Honey, you have to give them to me afterward, hehe~"
Since Zhuang Li gave birth, I've felt her libido has increased significantly, especially
after my strong thrusts in the morning. Her interest seems even stronger in the evening; otherwise, she wouldn't have made this request.
I suddenly remembered that I had brought in diapers for the baby earlier, so why did I have to get them again?
I asked, puzzled, "Didn't I
already bring in a dozen?" My wife, still in her pajamas, got out of bed. Seeing I didn't move, she scolded, "You! Don't you even look at the time?
We've used more than half of what you brought! Unlike me, the mother, I have to get up in the middle of the night to feed
the baby and constantly change diapers, humph!"
Actually, I had suggested using disposable diapers earlier, as they're simpler and more convenient, but my mother disagreed. She said
disposable diapers are bad for the baby's bottom and cloth diapers are cleaner. For this reason, my mother even went back to her hometown to find
a lot of cotton cloth, specifically for the baby.
My mother, being an experienced mother, obviously knows more than I, a new father. My father had also suggested I use diapers for the baby.
After the elderly couple mentioned diapers, my wife and I didn't insist anymore. Since our son was born, we've always
used cotton diapers for him.
Seeing my silence, my wife, wearing crystal sandals, gracefully walked towards the door. She hesitated slightly, then
opened the door and went out.
Hearing the door open, I looked up at my wife's retreating figure as she entered the living room, my mind racing
, conjuring up images of my father. Just as I was about to start overthinking, my wife returned. This abruptly
stopped me from my thoughts, and I looked at her, puzzled.
Zhuang Li didn't speak after entering. I saw the outline of her breasts, barely visible through her pajamas, her nipples
throbbing with her rapid breathing, creating two prominent bumps on her clothes, as if something had happened to cause her to
look like this. This only fueled my suspicions.
Seeing my puzzled look, Zhuang Li blushed and bit her lip, remaining silent. I walked closer and
asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Didn't you bring diapers?"
Zhuang Li pouted her rosy lips and bit my ear, saying, "Dad's smoking on the balcony. I was dressed
like this, just now, just now, it was so embarrassing." Oh
my god! What I was thinking came true. My breathing became rapid again, and my lower body
began to stir uncontrollably. At this critical moment, smelling the scent of my wife's unwashed body, I tried to calm
my trembling voice and bit her ear, saying, "We're family, what's there to be afraid of? It's not like we're letting outsiders see
us. If I go out, Dad will definitely pull me aside and ask me all sorts of questions. Besides, I was planning to wash my bottom and then
do it with you. You go get them, I'll wait for you."
In my excitement, I didn't know what nonsense I was saying, or whether it was even
reasonable. Zhuang Li blinked her big eyes at me, then helplessly turned and went out again. Under my watchful
gaze, she walked to the balcony.
Through the crack in the door, I watched the scene in the living room. Although everything seemed normal, my breathing became uncontrollably rapid
. Watching Zhuang Li's flamboyant figure walk towards the balcony, I heard her talking to her father.
Zhuang Li said gently to her father, "Dad~ you haven't rested yet?"
Her father's cigarette was almost finished. Seeing his daughter-in-law come out for the second time, he was slightly taken aback, then quickly smiled and said,
"It's so late and you're still not asleep? Is Xiaoyan asleep?"
Zhuang Li nodded in agreement, and she stretched out her arm to remove the diaper from her head.
I stared wide-eyed at Zhuang Li's movements. She wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas, and when she raised her arm, her large breasts would surely bounce, creating an alluring display. I imagined 　　that few men could resist
such an extremely sensual action .
What's more, she was wearing black pantyhose, which unconsciously drew
attention to her body.
A pang of jealousy rose within me, and I secretly watched them, standing there dumbfounded at the bedroom
doorway.

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