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[Married Woman Incest] The Uncle's Journey of Bride's Trials 

Chapter 1 My Classmate's Boyfriend's Father

My name is Cheng Linlin, a freshman at university in S City. I'm 19 years old this year, and my family is from B City. My parents are both very busy with work, so I grew up with a key in my pocket. I'm not close to my parents and am very independent. I'm a good student, a top student in the eyes of my classmates and teachers.

My life is very simple. Every day, I go back and forth between home and school, devoting all my energy to studying. While my peers play games, I'm at school; while my peers date, I'm studying. So, at 19, I have no dating experience, let alone experience with men and women. My knowledge of men and women comes entirely from sex education classes at school.

I'm a pretty girl. I inherited my mother's fair skin and oval face, and my father's big eyes and long eyelashes. I have a naturally cute and delicate nose, and a youthful and charming figure. The only flaw is that I'm only 155cm tall, which always makes me look short.

One day after school, a classmate introduced me to her boyfriend, and we went to his house together. In the evening, her boyfriend's father came home and invited us to have dinner together.

He was a handsome and meticulous-looking man, always impeccably dressed in a suit, his hair neatly combed, his frameless glasses and the laugh lines around his mouth giving him an intimidating air.

Yet, he was also incredibly knowledgeable. Surprisingly, we got along very well at the dinner table. As I was leaving, he slipped a business card into my bag and told me to contact him after class, saying he enjoyed our conversation.

Back home, I kept thinking about this learned and meticulous man, so I called him over the weekend.

We often chatted on the phone. He struck me as both a serious teacher and a kind elder; sometimes I couldn't help but imagine my own father was like him.

One day, he invited me out for dinner. Since our first meeting, we'd only communicated by phone or WeChat, and hadn't seen each other in person. I really wanted to meet him; I longed to be close to him, to hear his voice—he made me feel safe.

We agreed to meet at a five-star hotel's buffet restaurant in the city center. For some reason, I, who don't usually pay much attention to my appearance, took a nice, fragrant shower, dug out a dress I rarely wore, and eagerly left school.

During the meal, my uncle served me food and occasionally fed me seafood he had prepared. Each time, my face would turn red; I didn't know why I reacted this way, my head felt like mush, I was dizzy, and my heart was pounding.

We chatted happily at the table. My uncle had specially ordered red wine, and we chatted merrily, occasionally clinking glasses. Before we knew it, it was dark.

It was my first time drinking alcohol. When we left the hotel, I was so dizzy I couldn't walk on my own. My uncle pulled me into his arms and led me to the parking lot. In my hazy state, I felt his warm, strong embrace, and my heart was filled with sweetness. My uncle

gently placed me in the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt. He was very close to me, and I felt the air around me filled with his scent—a faint smell of tobacco and an indescribable but irresistibly attractive aroma.

After the seatbelt was fastened, my uncle used his large hand to brush my bangs aside, lifted my face, and kissed my forehead.

I looked up, dizzy, feeling like a child, and a longing welled up inside me, and I blurted out, "Dad."

My uncle's deep laughter drifted into my ears, and he kissed me again , calling me

"my sweetheart."

The next day, I woke up with a headache and found myself in my dorm. I tried to recall the previous night's events, feeling a bittersweet mix of emotions, but my longing to see my uncle only intensified.

After that, we continued to talk on the phone until midnight every evening after dinner, and my uncle would occasionally invite me out for dinner on weekends. This interaction allowed me to understand him better.

He was a successful man, the president of a large multinational trading group, a member of the upper echelons of society. Even more incredibly, he was also the honorary principal of my school.

My uncle's career was very successful, but his love life was not so smooth. His wife had passed away early, and he had been busy building his career ever since, leaving little time to care for his son, who was my classmate's boyfriend. This resulted in his son growing up distant from him.

This made me feel a deep sense of empathy. My uncle said he wanted to make it up to him, but his son didn't need it anymore. A silent cry rang in my heart: I needed it! But my parents didn't want to make it up to me.

My uncle said he wanted to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. Hearing this made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable. I didn't want anyone else to get involved with him; I was afraid that once he had a girlfriend or even a wife, he would stop caring about me like my father did.

I pretended to be nonchalant and asked him what kind of person he was looking for. He smiled and said he liked obedient and well-behaved girls. He said he was a bit of a chauvinist and not suited for girls who were too assertive, but rather girls who could rely on him wholeheartedly.

My heart pounded. I felt like he was talking about me, but I was afraid of misinterpreting his feelings.

Just then, my uncle ruffled my hair. "Linlin? What kind of boy do you like?" The touch of his large, warm hand on my hair sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, a warm liquid slid out of my groin, startling me. My period was still a long way off; what was happening? My face started burning, my heart raced, and my breathing quickened. I felt a little confused.

"Linlin?"

"I…I, Uncle, I feel unwell,"

I gasped.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Tell Uncle, don't be afraid."

Uncle's hand moved to my back, slowly and gently sliding down.

That electric shock-like shiver ran through my body again, finally flowing down my lower abdomen and converging on my most private area, where another warm liquid slid out.

"What's wrong? My sweet baby, tell Uncle, where does it hurt?" Uncle leaned closer to me, his hot breath blowing into my ear canal as he spoke. I realized for the first time how sensitive my ears were; my heart pounded faster, my whole body felt hot, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

"Uncle... Uncle, I don't know, I, I don't know, it's so strange." I slumped into Uncle's arms, feeling a slippery sensation in my private area, like I had wet my pants, making it hard for me to speak.

Uncle chuckled softly in my ear and kissed it. "Linlin, Uncle's darling, Uncle knows why you're uncomfortable. Uncle can help you, but you have to answer Uncle's questions." I felt like I was burning up. Hearing that Uncle could help me, I quickly nodded frantically.

"Does Linlin like Uncle? Uncle likes Linlin very much."

Hearing Uncle say he liked me, I suddenly shuddered, and my private parts gushed out more fluid as if a dam had burst. I didn't understand then; just one sentence from Uncle had brought me to orgasm.

I nodded hastily, afraid that if I was too slow, Uncle would misunderstand.

"Uncle wants Linlin to be his woman, his bride. Is Linlin willing?" Uncle pulled me into his arms, his large hand stroking my lower back. His palm was broad and hot, carrying a current that passed through my thin shirt and across my tender skin, making me more and more infatuated.

"Yes, Linlin is willing. I like Uncle too, I like him very much." My hoarse voice startled me.

"But, being Uncle's bride is very hard. You have to pass many of Uncle's tests. Are you still going to be Uncle's bride? Aren't you afraid, Linlin? Won't you back down?" How could I back down? I loved being with Uncle so much, so warm and safe. I couldn't leave Uncle! Just thinking about it made me panic.

I shook my head vigorously, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid! I want to stay with Uncle! I don't want to leave Uncle!" I couldn't help but reach out and hug Uncle.

"Alright then, Uncle will train Linlin to be Uncle's little bride. Linlin, you're not allowed to be afraid of hardship or fatigue!" Uncle lifted my head and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Now, let's solve Linlin's wet little problem." Uncle put his arm around my waist and stood up, leaving the restaurant and heading towards the parking lot.

I still felt dizzy. After standing up, the wet and slippery feeling in my private area became more pronounced. It seemed like my underwear was also wet, sticky and uncomfortable. As Uncle led me away, I felt a little panicked. One moment I thought that Uncle liked me too, the next I thought that I was going to be Uncle's bride, and then I wondered why I was so wet down there. Had I wet my pants? What should I do? Would Uncle find out? Would he hate me? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

...

Chapter Two: The Shameful Passenger Seat

Uncle placed me in the passenger seat and thoughtfully fastened my seatbelt. By then, it was completely dark, and there was no one else in the parking lot except us. It was unusually quiet all around, probably because it was already late at night.

Uncle closed the passenger door, got into the driver's seat, and locked the door with a click. I was incredibly nervous; my heart was pounding. The cramped space inside the car seemed to grow increasingly hot, and all I could hear was my own rapid breathing.

"Don't be afraid, Linlin, Uncle's here."

Uncle's large, warm hand touched my thigh, and that electric-like stimulation washed over me again.

Uncle gently stroked my thigh with one hand, while the other hand pulled me behind my head, turning me towards him. His thin lips, marked with laugh lines, pressed against mine, first gently caressing them, then his tongue tracing across my tender lips. Again, that trembling, electric sensation coursed through my body, attacking my private parts, and I shuddered.

Uncle chuckled softly against my lips.

"Little thing, so sensitive, what to do? Uncle likes it more and more." With that, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, domineeringly exploring my oral cavity, conquering it like a whirlwind, leaving me no chance to wash myself.

His hand, which had been touching my thigh, slowly slid under my skirt, caressing my inner thigh gently, as if touching precious silk.

"Baby, you're so sensitive. Uncle likes you a lot. Your panties are wet, aren't they? Do you know why they're wet? Because you're horny. You're a girl, and girls get horny when they meet a man they like. You like Uncle, so you're horny and peeing. Isn't that right? Tell Uncle, is it because you like Uncle that you're horny and peeing?

"

I vaguely heard Uncle licking my lips while asking me lewd questions in a low, husky voice, but I wasn't angry or offended at all. Instead, I felt a growing excitement.

But I still felt ashamed and found it hard to say such things.

Uncle's hand slowly reached my underwear, sliding gently through it, touching me almost imperceptibly.

"Don't be afraid, tell Uncle, Uncle is your man, your future husband. You belong to Uncle inside and out. Uncle likes you being horny and wanton, which means you love Uncle too. The more ashamed you feel, the more sensitive you will be, and the more sensitive you are, the more Uncle likes you. Uncle said he would make you his proper bride. Don't you want to make Uncle happy?" I nodded hurriedly. "I, I do, Uncle." "

Then tell Uncle, did you pee because you like Uncle's horny behavior?" "Yes, um...yes, I like Uncle, so I'm horny...so I pee..." "Where did you pee? Was it where Uncle touched you?" Uncle gently pressed my tender clitoris with his finger, a place I had hardly ever touched except when bathing.

"Ah..."

I couldn't help but gasp softly, and another stream of fluid slid out from my lower body, almost overflowing from my underwear.

"Oh, so cute, you've climaxed again. Uncle will teach you. This is where you're being horny. This is called your little clitoris, the 'yin' in 'horny.'" Uncle spoke lewdly in a tone that coaxed a child, as if explaining knowledge to me. While speaking, he used his fingers to trace the edge of my panties, running them across the crevice between my labia, massaging my clitoris. I couldn't help but gasp and moan softly.

"Does it feel good? Do you like Uncle rubbing it like this? Tell Uncle, you have to clearly express how you feel." Uncle massaged my clitoris with one hand while his deep, magnetic voice assaulted my sensitive ears.

"Ah... I like it... Uncle's rubbing my clitoris feels so good, Linlin thinks she's going to pee again. Ah..." "It's pee, that's proof you're horny, baby, do you want it? Tell Uncle if you want to pee?" Uncle massaged my clitoris faster and faster, and my body couldn't help but convulse, something about to burst forth.

"Mmm...ah...yes, Linlin needs to pee, needs to pee..."

"Then, go ahead, my good daughter, pee for Daddy!"

Uncle suddenly flicked my little clitoris hard with his index finger! "Ah!!" Hearing that taboo word, I screamed and gushed out, along with the sticky fluid and another liquid pouring out from my wanton, aroused place. I orgasmed to the point of incontinence.

In my daze, Uncle kissed my lips again, another kiss that made my face blush and my heart race, almost suffocating.

"Baby, baby, you're such a horny baby, so sensitive, so horny, Daddy loves you so much." "Dad...Dad?" I repeated blankly.

Uncle kissed me again.

"Good daughter, isn't it good to call Uncle Daddy? Be both Uncle's bride and Uncle's daughter, let Uncle love you, take care of you, and teach you, isn't that good?" A huge sense of happiness enveloped me. Yes, this is what I wanted! I had fantasized countless times about Uncle becoming my father, and today, my dream had actually come true! I hugged Uncle passionately.

"Daddy...Daddy..."

I murmured softly.

"Good girl, from now on, when you're with your uncle and there's no one else around, you have to call him Daddy. From now on, Daddy will be stricter with you. Are you scared?" "No! I like it when Uncle...Daddy disciplines me. I hope Daddy will discipline me strictly so I can be an obedient girl." "Hmm, but you're being naughty now. You peed in Daddy's car and got it dirty. You're so disobedient! Daddy will punish you!" "Yes, I'm naughty. I peed in Daddy's car and got it dirty. Please punish me, Daddy." I timidly said those shameful words.

"Hmm, take off your dirty underwear and throw it out of the car."

Uncle opened the car window, and the night wind rushed into the car, dispersing the lewd smell. I shrank back, suddenly realizing we were still in the parking lot! What if someone saw us?! The fear of being seen in such a lewd state made me afraid of the flight attendant, but I also felt a strange mix of shame and excitement.

I carefully took off my wet underwear and quickly threw it out the window, hoping no one would pass by.

My uncle closed the car window, leaned close to me, and while unbuttoning my shirt, asked, "Daughter, who do you think picked up your wet underwear? What if a smelly homeless man picked it up and then smelled and licked it? It's covered in your lewd, wet smell; he'd definitely love it." Imagining that scene, I started to feel hot all over again, as if a dirty, smelly man was already close to my genitals, constantly sniffing them.

"Heh, daughter's horny again. Daughter dirtied Daddy's car, so Daddy's going to punish you by making you walk home with your genitals exposed, so that passersby can see how lewd your genitals are. Will daughter feel ashamed? Being seen by others, hmm? Baby, the more ashamed you feel, the more sensitive you'll be. Daddy loves it." Hearing this punishment, I was moved and scared, and didn't want to do it, but when I heard Daddy say he liked it, I couldn't help but nod. I longed for Daddy to like me, and this was punishment, punishment for my wetness.

Dad made me lift my skirt to my waist, curl my legs up as wide as possible, sit down with my buttocks down, and push my knees back against the backrest. He then used both hands to spread my labia, exposing my clitoris, urethra, vulva, and anus. He didn't forget to instruct me on the names of each part of my genitals, ordering me to use those names from now on.

My breasts were also exposed, their nipples standing erect from the cool air. Dad mischievously flicked them with his fingers, making me start to wet again.

Dad blindfolded me with his tie, saying that this way no one could see my face. I felt slightly relieved, thinking that Dad wouldn't hurt me.

But at the same time, he wouldn't let go of my hands. If my labia closed, I would be punished with a spanking when I got home. The thought of a big butt sent shivers down my spine and made me wet again. Dad chuckled softly at my reaction.

The journey wasn't peaceful. Because I couldn't see, my other senses were heightened. I could feel my dad driving very slowly, sometimes even stopping and honking. Every time this happened, I became incredibly nervous, secretly praying that there was no one on the road so late, and that my dad was just trying to scare me.

Perhaps my dad sensed my relief, because he opened the car window a crack, and the noise from outside instantly flooded my ears! "What the hell is that woman in that car doing?!" "That's a pervert!"

"What do you know? It's called exhibitionism. It's a pity we can't see her face, but her pussy looks pretty tender!" "Ah! That guy turned on the interior light! Wow! That woman's pussy is so tender! Is she a virgin?!" "How could that be! There's no such slutty virgin, but her pussy does look so small. Oh dear! Look! She's leaking!" Listening to a group of strangers discussing my genitals, I felt ashamed, my whole body burning and trembling, yet my juices kept flowing.

Then I heard the sound of the car window sliding down.

"Baby, lots of people are watching you. Daddy opened all the windows so they can see more confidently, okay?

Come on, baby, turn your pussy towards everyone and let them see how you did something naughty. Tell them why you're showing them your horny little pussy." Uncle turned me around, and the night wind blew directly onto my genitals. I knew I was facing the wide-open car window, and I trembled even more. Shame and nervousness made me speechless. "

Say it! Are you going to make Daddy angry again?"

Uncle said sternly.

"No, Daddy, don't be angry. I, I peed a lot of my horny juice on Daddy's car because I was horny. I made it dirty, I made Daddy's car dirty. Daddy is punishing me by making me, making me go home with my pussy open." "Open what! Explain clearly!" "Waaaaah... I'm going home with my clitoris, piss hole... and cunt and butt hole open." I cried because I was scared by Daddy's stern words, and for some reason, my genitals were leaking more and more juice.

"So, let everyone see how you pee, okay?" Urine... in front of strangers? To be seen in my most shameful state by strangers? Just thinking about it made my genitals ache more and more.

"Ah...!!!!"

Dad suddenly flicked my clitoris with his finger, the force unrestrained, the sudden attack, the pain, the electric shock, the soreness instantly pushed me to orgasm. A stream of golden urine shot out from my urethra, spraying directly out of the car window, drawing a beautiful parabola. Unfortunately, I was blindfolded and didn't see it; the people watching were Dad and a group of strangers.

My brain spun, I couldn't think of anything, only the stinging sensation of Dad's continued flicking of my clitoris, and the seemingly endless ejaculation.

Chapter 3, The Pleasurable Ejaculation in the Bathroom

When I regained consciousness, I was slumped on the sofa in the living room of my uncle's suburban villa. The crystal chandelier above my head dazzled me, and my mind was in turmoil. After regaining my senses, I felt utterly ashamed of my lewd behavior in the car. How could I have done such a despicable thing?! Showing my most precious private parts to a stranger, and being... by my uncle... Guilt, shame, and remorse gripped my heart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

My uncle sat beside me, and seeing me crying uncontrollably, he pulled me close and hugged me.

"Baby, why are you crying?"

"I... hiccup... I'm scared. How could Uncle do this to me?" I hiccuped incessantly as I cried, unable to speak clearly.

"Shh... shh... good baby, silly girl, Uncle loves you and likes you, that's why I'm doing this to you. Didn't Uncle say he would train you to be his perfect bride?" My uncle patted my back as he coaxed me.

"But, but that's really not right... hiccup... that's not right, boohoo, how could Uncle... hiccup, let me show myself to others, and, and do that to me in front of them, do that to me?" "Silly girl, that's how things are between men and women. You only feel this way because you like someone. Think about it, do you feel this way about your male classmates? Do you get aroused and wet when you see them?" I thought for a moment, then shook my head. Just thinking about it made it hard to believe. How could I, how could I feel this way about my male classmates! I've never felt this way before.

"That's right. You feel this way just because you like Uncle. It's not wrong or bad." I gradually stopped crying. "But, but this, I, I feel so despicable." I said timidly.

"Smack!" Uncle slapped my little bottom.

"Don't talk about yourself like that!"

I shuddered, a burning pain shooting through my buttocks. I'd never been spanked before. As a child, I'd fantasized about being punished with a spanking by my father or a strict teacher when I did something wrong. Unfortunately, my biological father rarely disciplined me, and I'd always been a good student, with teachers who were always kind to me.

"Silly baby, this is just a different way of releasing desires. It's like some people like sweets, some like spicy food—how can that be wrong? For two people who love each other, doing these things is just a romantic gesture. Only those without feelings do that; that's despicable. Don't talk about yourself like that again, or Uncle will discipline you severely!" I felt Uncle's words made a lot of sense, but… "But… I… I'm so lewd and wanton, Uncle… Uncle, will you not like me anymore? Will you look down on me?" I was still very worried.

"Haha, baby, my silly baby, how can you be so cute? The more seductive you are, the more you feel for Uncle, the more you like Uncle. Uncle is overjoyed, how could I dislike you? Uncle said he wanted to find someone to spend the rest of his life with, and that's you. You are Uncle's bride, Uncle's woman. Uncle hopes you'll be seductive by Uncle's side anytime, anywhere, so Uncle can love and play with you. You're also Uncle's daughter, and Uncle will make you happy every day, carefree and pampered by Uncle. Okay? Hmm? You like it, right? This is what you want. Tell Uncle you like it." Uncle kissed me while seducing me.

Yes, I like it, this is what I want. I crave to be pampered, I crave to be disciplined, I don't care about anything else.

Uncle said he would help me take a bath and take a good look at me, to see just how beautiful his future bride really is.

My uncle stripped me naked and placed me beside a large bathtub that could fit four or five people. He made me sit on the floor with my feet on the edge of the tub, legs spread wide. He then placed a mirror in front of my genitals and made me stare intently at my reflection. My uncle's fingers were already skillfully caressing it.

"Baby, look, this is your clitoris, also called a clitoral hood. It's still small, but we'll make it grow, until Daddy can easily suck it in his mouth. Daddy will develop you little by little, but don't worry, Daddy won't hurt you. Daddy will love you." My uncle sat behind me, his long legs encircling me in his arms. He held me with one hand and reached down to my genitals with the other, rubbing my clitoris while telling me what it would become. Waves of electricity coursed through my body, making me gasp and gasp. I could only concentrate on listening to my uncle.

"Here, this is your little urethra, also one of your erogenous zones. It will grow, but Daddy doesn't want to hurt you. Daddy will only slightly develop its sensitivity. However, if you make a mistake in the future, we might punish you in this area." Uncle's fingers slowly touched my urethra, gently stroking the opening. I felt the urge to urinate again, but I knew my stomach was empty; I had already urinated all of it in the car.

"Here, this is your pussy, the place where you will give birth to Uncle's babies in the future. It's also your most precious place. Daddy won't develop it now. It will be saved until you finish the studies Daddy has arranged for you and marry Daddy. Only then will Daddy let it blossom and grow." Uncle's fingers touched the opening of my pussy, gently pressing it, and my juices began to flow out in gushes.

"Here, this is your little asshole, we call it the little asshole, the little asshole. It's Daddy's favorite place. But you might suffer a little as it grows. Tell Daddy, are you scared?" Uncle's fingers gently poked the little hole on my butt. I was a little shy; it was so dirty there, I was afraid it would smell bad.

"Hehe, baby, are you horny again? Want to pee? Hmm? Tell Daddy." Uncle's thrusting and rubbing of my little anus became faster and harder, and many times I felt his fingers had already entered my anus.

"Daddy...Daddy...Ah...It's so dirty there, oh! It's in! It's going in, Daddy! No..." "Hmm, baby hasn't taken a bath today, okay, I'll let you off the hook for now," Uncle patted my open anus twice and let me go.

I breathed a sigh of relief but was also a little disappointed.

Uncle helped me stand up, patted my buttocks a couple more times, and told me to support myself against the wall and stick my buttocks out.

"Baby, you have to clean your little anus every time you take a bath from now on. Today is the first time, so we'll use the smallest amount to let you get used to it." Uncle stood behind me and poured the cool liquid onto my little hole. The cold and slippery feeling made me flinch, and my anus involuntarily clenched into a ball to try to prevent the liquid from flowing into my body.

But after sucking for a while, she got tired and relaxed. The liquid flowed over her, and the resulting itchiness made her suck tighter. With this tightening and loosening, I could feel the liquid flowing into my body.

"Good girl, you're so great! Look, Daddy hasn't even taught you yet, and you've already learned to swallow it all by yourself." Uncle's big hands forcefully spread my buttocks, completely exposing my swallowing little hole.

"Baby, you're so good, so sensitive, Daddy loves it. Now Daddy's going to feed your little glutton something good, baby, you have to keep a good position, or Daddy will punish you!" I couldn't help but look back. Daddy held one of my buttocks apart with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached onto the sink and grabbed an oversized syringe that I had never seen before. The thick, round barrel terrified me. I couldn't help but struggle.

"Slap! Slap slap slap!" Daddy slapped my buttocks hard a few times, and pink handprints immediately appeared on my white, tender buttocks.

"What did Daddy say?! I told you not to move! Why didn't you listen?" Daddy said, his eyes filled with disapproval.

I felt a little wronged. "Daddy, what is that? I'm scared, I don't want a shot." "This isn't a shot, it's to help clean your body. You don't want to smell bad, do you? And this contains special glycerin that Daddy specially prepared for you, it's good for your body. Although 1000cc seems a bit much, Daddy believes you can do it for Daddy, right? Now, hold on to the wall, if you move again, Daddy will spank your bottom!" I had no choice but to stand still, but the fear of the unknown still made me tremble slightly.

The cold needle tip pressed against my anus, and the tension made me clench my little anus tightly, but this little strength could not stop Daddy's strong arms. The needle tip slowly inserted into my little anus, and a stream of cold liquid slid into my lower abdomen.

"Baby, this is your first time, Daddy will go slowly. You'll love this feeling later. Now, savor this feeling. Later, you'll want Daddy to forcefully inject this liquid into your little cunt, to let it hit your vaginal walls. You'll like it." More and more liquid was coming out. I felt like my whole body was filled with that icy, slippery liquid. This feeling was so strange; I didn't think I would like it. I don't know

how much time passed. When I could barely stand, the needle finally came out of my anus. Daddy helped me stand up and let me take a few steps slowly. I felt a dull ache in my lower abdomen, which slowly developed into diarrhea. The liquid that had just been injected was desperately trying to come out. I didn't want to do something so embarrassing in front of Daddy, so I had to hold it in. But the situation got worse and worse until I couldn't hold it in anymore. Daddy finally let me urinate, but I had to do it in front of him. The feeling of diarrhea made me forget about being embarrassed, and I hurriedly expelled the liquid from my stomach.

"Pfft pfft pfft..." The bathroom was filled with a stench. I buried my head in shame, not daring to look at Daddy.

"Sweetie, it's okay. It's because you haven't cleaned it before. But Daddy didn't expect your bottom to be so dirty. It looks like we'll need to clean it a few more times. But you look tired, right? How about we clean it next time? Although if we wait until next time, we might have to do nothing today." Daddy said with a hint of regret.

It smells so bad, and we have to do it a second time?! No way! "Daddy, I'm okay, I can manage! Let's clean it a few more times!" "Sigh, okay. But my good girl, you have to tell me if you can't keep going. Even if it's not completely clean, it's okay, we'll do it again in a few days." Daddy comforted me.

How could something so embarrassing happen again! I must insist on cleaning it thoroughly!

And so Dad continued to pour glycerin down my anus, again and again, each time making me endure until I couldn't hold on any longer. I endured the torment each time, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but I became increasingly accepting of the feeling. Each time I finally couldn't hold it in any longer and ejaculated, the feeling of complete relaxation and relief brought me pleasure. The last time, because Dad's fingers blocked my opening, I endured for longer than ever before. When I finally gushed out, trembling and sweating profusely, I actually orgasmed again. Along with the release from my anus and vagina, my vagina and urethra simultaneously released vaginal and urinary fluids. After I finished, I was completely exhausted and collapsed into Dad's arms.

Dad gently stroked my back, constantly praising me as his precious, his sweet, adorable daughter, while I, exhausted, fell asleep.

Chapter Four: A Blushing Breakfast Time

When I woke up in my soft bed, sunlight streamed through the French windows onto the wooden floor. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or in reality. I blinked, trying to turn over, but felt weak and sore all over. I struggled to sit up, the soreness intensifying, especially when I tried to move my legs; the tendons in my groin throbbed, making my long legs tremble. Then I realized I was completely naked!

I was terrified and quickly burrowed back under the covers, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Memories of yesterday flooded back. God! What had I done?!

I couldn't believe it. I had begged my uncle to inject those liquids into my stomach, to expel them in front of him, and even demanded he inject forcefully to make the liquid spurt against my intestinal walls for increased stimulation. Finally, I even asked him to plug the opening with his fingers to enhance the pleasurable relief during release, ultimately ejaculating through all three orifices. This! This is utterly perverted! How could I do such a thing! Oh my god!

I've fallen into self-loathing and despair once again. I'm a weird girl, no one will like me anymore, everyone will look down on me and despise me. I hugged myself tightly and curled up in the blanket, crying helplessly, my tears soaking the sheets. I was heartbroken, for my weird behavior and for my lost innocence.

When my uncle dragged me out of bed, he teased me about my swollen eyes, making them look like walnuts. He gently helped me put on a sheer nightgown and tenderly tidied my long hair. Although I felt ashamed of my nakedness under the nightgown, I was mostly enveloped in his tenderness. My uncle truly doted on me, treating me so gently. My panicked heart instantly calmed down. As my uncle lifted my chin and kissed my forehead, I murmured, "Uncle, do you like me? After doing such a perverted thing." After asking, I nervously forgot to breathe, anxiously awaiting my uncle's answer. Perhaps it would be heaven, perhaps... an eternal hell.

My uncle pulled me into his arms, his deep voice ringing out above my head, "Silly girl, why can't you remember? Remember, this is you. It's not wrong, it's just a matter of different personal preferences. You simply enjoy these feelings, and it's neither illegal nor harmful to anyone." "I like these?" I repeated blankly, but a guiding light seemed to illuminate my heart, showing me the way and redeeming me from the darkness. And the one holding this light was my uncle.

"Yes, that's all you like. You like being horny in front of Daddy, you like acting cute in front of Daddy, you like Daddy's pampering, and you like Daddy's punishment. It's not perverted, it's just our fun. You're like a tender flower, blooming freely in front of Daddy. Daddy likes you to wholeheartedly express yourself for Daddy. Tell Daddy, when Daddy flicks your clitoris and makes you pee in front of strangers, you're happy, aren't you?" Yes, back then, when I was severely criticized by my uncle, forced to show my erogenous zones to strangers, when my uncle flicked my sensitive clitoris with his finger, I felt so ashamed, yet also so happy.

My uncle didn't need my answer; he knew me so well, better than I knew myself.

"You experience sexual pleasure more intensely under extreme shame, which is very rare. I've searched for so many years, and you're the only one I've found. You are the girl God created for me, belonging only to me. We are so perfectly matched, the most perfect couple in the world. The moment I saw you, I knew you were this kind of girl, a budding flower, bound by worldly constraints. Your eyes are filled with resentment, yearning for someone to guide you through the thorns, to lead you to bloom freely. That person is me. So don't be afraid, don't be confused. I know what you want. Just accept everything I give you wholeheartedly, and you'll find it's what you love." I was immersed in my father's gentle voice, feeling that everything was so beautiful. My father was my salvation, my life, my everything. Yes, my father, not my uncle. I was so absorbed in the beautiful story my father had woven for me that I missed the dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes and the wicked smile on his lips.

My father took me to the dining room, where servants served us food, while I remained naked in that transparent nightgown. Seeing the stranger, I gasped and hugged my chest, shrinking into my father's arms. But instead of holding me to shield me from the stranger's gaze, my father pulled me out of his embrace, turned me to face the servant, and whispered seductively in my ear, "Baby, put your hands down. You don't know how beautiful you are. Your beauty needs others to appreciate it; it's your nourishment. Otherwise, you'll wither and lose everything." My father removed my hands from my chest with one hand and stroked my firm breasts with the other, gently teasing and twisting my nipples.

"Your little breasts are so perky and soft to the touch. My fingers feel like they're sinking into them. And your nipples are still pink. Even though they're a little sunken in, it's okay. You're still too immature. They'll grow as you blossom. Then, Daddy can hold them in his mouth and suck your milk. Look, they're starting to stand up. They're not far from maturity. Baby, you have to work harder!" My dad was playing with my nipples while making comments in my ear, and the stares of strangers made me feel both ashamed and aroused. My genitals started to itch and became wet. I couldn't help but rub my legs together. Seeing

my teary eyes, my red lips, and my soft panting, my dad chuckled. He pinched my nipple hard with his fingers, slapped my bottom, and pulled me to the dining table. He made me sit with my back against his legs, straddling his lap. The servants, after serving the food, didn't leave. Instead, three of them stood in a line facing us, so everything was focused on my face.

Although the table blocked my long, exposed lower body, my breasts were clearly visible through the thin veil. Moreover, my face, flushed with desire and shyness, was being stared at by everyone. I grew increasingly nervous, afraid they would see my wanton and wanton expression, but the growing shame only made me more aroused and wanton.

I secretly hoped my father would comfort me, tell me not to be afraid of being seen, or send them away or order them to turn away, or even give me a coat to cover my face. But my father didn't do any of that; instead, he pushed me to the climax of shame.

"Daddy, look at them, look into their eyes. They're all watching you, watching you get horny. Don't you think they want Daddy to tear off your nightgown so they can see your horny little breasts more clearly?" Daddy wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand kneading and playing with my breasts through my bra, the other hand sliding down my body to under the table, gently kneading my tender lips beneath the thin gauze. Waves of electricity surged through me. I gasped and leaned against Daddy's chest, my hands weakly resting on the edge of the table. I looked up and saw the three people opposite me staring intently at my horny breasts being played with by Daddy.

"Want to show them? To see you get horny and wanton."

"No, no, Daddy, ah... don't let them... ah... don't look." The thought of being seen being horny in such a bright place, without covering my face, made me ashamed and want to hide.

"Alright then, baby, you have to hold back, okay? Don't let strangers see you being horny." Daddy said as he lifted my nightgown to my waist. And Daddy's legs spread apart, forcing me to open my horny vulva even wider.

"No...no, Daddy, let them go, don't...don't look." I begged my father to let them leave, without even thinking of stopping him.

"No, Daddy still needs them to serve him, how can I let them leave? Be good, baby, don't make these unreasonable demands. If you're afraid of being seen, just try to endure it, this is also a training for you." My father's fingers had already slipped between my tender lips, my juices staining his fingers, making the caress even smoother. My clitoris became even more sensitive, craving my father's play, more viscous fluid flowed from my vagina, down my anus, and dripped onto the chair.

But my father didn't linger, instead sliding down the crevice to my anus, circling in the pink folds. After last night's teasing, it was still slightly red and swollen, but also more sensitive than usual.

The ticklish sensation crept up my heart as my fingers, calloused from his caresses, played with it. My anus clenched and unclenched uncontrollably, as if pleasing his touch.

"Baby, that's it, you can do it, suck Daddy's finger in, that's it, you're doing great.

Your little anus is itchy, isn't it? Daddy will help you stop the itch, you like it." Whether it was intentional or I could actually suck his finger in, my anus opened and closed, truly drawing his finger inside.

His fingertip gently poked into my anus, and my vaginal fluid flowed more and more, flowing into my anus with his finger. My anus was indeed getting itchier and itchier, just as he said. I really hoped he would scratch it for me.

So I stopped controlling myself and sucked his finger even harder, hoping he would go in deeper to stop the itch. The fact that there were strangers watching across from me no longer attracted my attention. Perhaps I hadn't forgotten, but rather, I seemed to have a little desire to show them.

When I woke up in my soft bed, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the wooden floor. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or in reality. I blinked, trying to turn over, but felt weak and sore all over. I struggled to sit up, but the pain intensified, especially when I tried to move my legs. The tendons in my groin throbbed, making my long legs tremble. Then I realized I was completely naked!

I was terrified and quickly burrowed back under the covers, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Memories of yesterday flooded back. God! What had I done?! I couldn't believe it. I had begged my uncle to inject those liquids into my stomach, to expel them in front of him, and even asked him to inject forcefully so the liquid would spurt against my intestinal walls for increased stimulation. Finally, I even asked him to plug the opening with his fingers to enhance the pleasurable relief during release, ultimately ejaculating through all three orifices. This! This is utterly perverted! How could I have done such a thing?! Oh my god! Once again, I sank into self-loathing and despair, unable to pull myself out. I was a perverted girl; no one would like me anymore, everyone would look down on me and despise me. I hugged myself tightly, curled up in the blankets, and cried helplessly, my tears soaking the sheets. I was heartbroken, for my perverted behavior, and for my lost innocence.

When my uncle pulled me out of bed, he laughed at my swollen eyes, but he gently helped me put on a sheer nightgown and gently tidied my long hair. Although I felt ashamed of my nakedness under the nightgown, I was mostly captivated by his tenderness. My uncle truly doted on me, treating me so gently. My panicked heart suddenly calmed down. As my uncle lifted my chin and kissed my forehead, I murmured, "Uncle, do you like me? After doing such a perverted thing." After asking, I nervously forgot to breathe, anxiously awaiting my uncle's answer—perhaps heaven, perhaps… a hell of no return.

My uncle pulled me into his arms, his deep voice ringing out above my head, "Silly girl, why can't you remember or understand? Remember, this is you. It's not wrong, it's just a matter of different personal preferences. You simply enjoy these feelings, and it's neither illegal nor harmful to anyone." "I like these?" I repeated blankly, but a guiding light seemed to illuminate my heart, showing me the way and redeeming me from the darkness. And the one holding this light was my uncle.

"Yes, that's all you like. You like being horny in front of Daddy, you like acting cute in front of Daddy, you like Daddy's pampering, and you like Daddy's punishment. It's not perverted, it's just our fun. You're like a tender flower, blooming freely in front of Daddy. Daddy likes you to wholeheartedly express yourself for Daddy. Tell Daddy, when Daddy flicks your clitoris and makes you pee in front of strangers, you're happy, aren't you?" Yes, back then, when Uncle was harshly criticized, when I was forced to show my erogenous zones to strangers, when Uncle flicked my sensitive clitoris with his finger, I felt so ashamed, yet also so happy.

Uncle didn't need my answer; he knew me so well, better than I knew myself.

"You experience sexual pleasure more intensely under extreme shame, which is very rare. Your father has searched for so many years, and you're the only one I've found. You are the girl God created for your father, belonging only to him. We are so perfectly matched, the most perfect couple in the world. The moment I saw you, I knew you were this kind of girl, a budding flower, bound by worldly constraints. Your eyes are filled with resentment, yearning for someone to guide you through the thorns and lead you to bloom freely. That person is your father. So don't be afraid, don't be confused. Your father knows what you want. As long as you wholeheartedly accept everything your father gives you, you will find that this is what you love." I was immersed in my father's gentle voice, feeling that everything was so beautiful. My father was my salvation, my life, my everything. Yes, my father, not my uncle. I was so immersed in the beautiful story my father had woven for me that I missed the dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes and the wicked smile on his lips.

My father took me to the dining room, where servants served us food, while I remained naked in that transparent nightgown. Seeing the stranger, I gasped and hugged my chest, shrinking into my father's arms. But instead of holding me to shield me from the stranger's gaze, my father pulled me out of his embrace, turned me to face the servant, and whispered seductively in my ear, "Baby, put your hands down. You don't know how beautiful you are. Your beauty needs others to appreciate it; it's your nourishment. Otherwise, you'll wither and lose everything." My father removed my hands from my chest with one hand and stroked my firm breasts with the other, gently teasing and twisting my nipples.

"Your little breasts are so perky and soft to the touch. My fingers feel like they're sinking into them. And your nipples are still pink. Even though they're a little sunken in, it's okay. You're still too immature. They'll grow as you blossom. Then, Daddy can hold them in his mouth and suck your milk. Look, they're starting to stand up. They're not far from maturity. Baby, you have to work harder." Daddy was playing with my nipples while making comments in my ear, and the stares of strangers made me feel both ashamed and aroused. My genitals started to itch and became wet. I couldn't help but rub my legs together. Daddy saw

my eyes were misty, my lips were red, and I was panting. He chuckled in a low voice, pinched my nipple hard with his fingers, slapped my bottom, and pulled me to the dining table. He made me sit with my back against him, straddling his lap. The servants, after serving the food, didn't leave. Instead, three of them stood in a line facing us, so everything was focused on my face.

Although the table blocked my long, exposed lower body, my breasts were clearly visible through the thin veil. Moreover, my face, flushed with desire and shyness, was being stared at by everyone. I grew increasingly nervous, afraid they would see my wanton and wanton expression, but the growing shame only made me more aroused and wanton.

I secretly hoped my father would comfort me, tell me not to be afraid of being seen, or send them away or order them to turn away, or even give me a coat to cover my face. But my father didn't do any of that; instead, he pushed me to the climax of shame.

"Daddy, look at them, look into their eyes. They're all watching you, watching you get horny. Don't you think they want Daddy to tear off your nightgown so they can see your horny little breasts more clearly?" Daddy wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand kneading and playing with my breasts through my bra, the other hand sliding down my body to under the table, gently rubbing my tender lips beneath the thin gauze. Waves of electricity surged through me. I gasped and leaned against Daddy's chest, my hands weakly resting on the edge of the table. I looked up and saw the three people opposite me staring intently at my horny breasts being played with by Daddy.

"Want to show them? To see you get horny and wanton."

"No, no, Daddy, ah... don't let them... ah... don't look." The thought of being seen being horny in such a bright place, without covering my face, made me ashamed and want to hide.

"Alright then, baby, you have to hold back, okay? Don't let strangers see you being horny." Daddy said as he lifted my nightgown up to my waist. My father spread his legs wide, forcing me to open my vulva even wider.

"No...no, Daddy, let them go, don't...don't look." I begged my father to let them leave, without even thinking of stopping him.

"No, Daddy still needs them to serve him, how can I let them leave? Be good, baby, don't make these unreasonable demands. If you're afraid of being seen, just try to endure it, this is also a training for you." My father's fingers had already slipped between my tender lips, my juices staining his fingers, making the caress even smoother. My clitoris became even more sensitive, craving my father's play, more viscous fluid flowed from my vulva, flowing over my anus and dripping onto the chair. But my father didn't linger, instead sliding along the crevice to my anus, circling in the pink folds. After last night's teasing, it was still slightly red and swollen, but also more sensitive than usual. The ticklish sensation crept up my heart as my fingers, calloused and caressed me, and my penis began to clench and release uncontrollably, as if trying to please my father's play.

"Baby, that's it, you can do it, suck Daddy's finger in, that's it, you're doing great.

Your little butt is itchy, isn't it? Daddy will help you stop the itch, you like it." I don't know if Daddy was doing it on purpose, or if I really could suck Daddy's finger in, my little butt opened and closed, really sucking Daddy's finger inside.

Daddy's fingertip lightly poked into my butt, and more and more of my juices flowed out. As Daddy's finger flowed into my butt, my butt really got itchier and itchier, just like Daddy said. I really hoped Daddy would scratch it for me. So I stopped controlling myself and sucked Daddy's finger even harder with my butt, hoping he could go in deeper to stop the itch. The fact that there were strangers watching across from me no longer attracted my attention. Maybe I hadn't forgotten about it, but rather, I seemed to want to show them.

Author: Sorry for the meat block, I have to go eat. The second half of the chapter will be updated after dinner. Thank you to all the friends who replied and encouraged me, you are my motivation to update. Mwah!

"Baby, your fingertip is in now. Suck it in tightly with your little asshole and squeeze it out." I followed my father's command and tried to tighten my anus, but it wasn't easy. I tried to squeeze his finger out like I would when I urinate, but no matter how much I squeezed my lower abdomen, his fingertip remained firmly blocking the exit of my anus, neither going in nor leaving. This feeling of being stuck in the middle was driving me crazy. With each squeeze, more of my vaginal fluid was squeezed out and flowed into my anus along with his fingertip.

When I was exhausted and covered in sweat, I finally realized that the strength of my little ass sucking was no match for my father's strong arms. I got a little angry because my father had tricked me. Humph, that stinky father tricked me! I wasn't going to keep trying like that. I released all my strength and relaxed, and my little ass, which had been struggling to lift itself up, relaxed and sat down.

Just as I relaxed and lowered my body, Dad, using my momentum, forcefully pushed his finger deep into my anus.

"Ah!!!!" My finger spread open my anus and penetrated deep inside. I held my breath. My anus was stretched open, my tender intestinal walls were rubbed, and the unnatural, reverse penetration assaulted my sensitive nerves with a sensation I had never experienced before.

I had secretly observed Dad's hands carefully before. His palms were large, his five fingers long and slender, with not very thick knuckles connecting to prominent knuckles. Now, those long knuckles allowed Dad's fingers to easily probe deep inside me. The hard, protruding knuckles rubbed against my intestinal walls, directly punishing my wantonness.

"Oh, baby, are you so eager to devour Dad? Or is your inside starting to itch and need Dad to scratch it for you?" Dad's pleasurable voice rang above me. I wanted to tell Dad to pull it out, Dad not to move! But Dad didn't give me any time to react. His fingers bent and dug inside my stomach.

I was breathing heavily, the sound caught in my throat. As my father's fingers moved, the feeling of being stretched and expanded became even more intense. I didn't know why, but I could hardly breathe. A crimson color spread all over my body, climbing up my chest, which heaved with my panting. My nipples, which my father had just played with, rubbed against the thin gauze nightgown with each rise and fall of my chest, the soft, light fabric subtly stimulating my nipples. The servants opposite me were staring intently at me; I could even hear them breathing heavily as well. But none of this could distract me from my focus on my buttocks. My father's stimulation became more and more forceful; he seemed to be searching for something. The speed wasn't fast, but each time he probed a different spot. I faintly heard a "gurgling" sound coming from under the table, which made my face flush crimson. I wanted to bury my head in shame, thinking that the servants standing opposite me must have heard the lewd sounds and were probably laughing at me in their hearts. Just as I was suppressing my panting and chaotic thoughts, my uncle's fingers suddenly probed through my intestinal wall and reached my cervix. At that moment, I couldn't quite pinpoint the location of the stimulation, only feeling a tingling, numb sensation in my lower abdomen, a sensation that was neither pain nor pleasure. My anus, intestines, and even my vagina and urethra tightened from this tingling sensation, or rather, my entire body tightened.

"Hehe, found it, the treasure is hidden in the most erotic spot in your little asshole," my uncle's voice was full of pleasure, and his fingers aimed at that spot, digging in hard.

His fingers tapped against that sensitive soft flesh through the intestinal wall, or pressed and moved it left and right. I finally couldn't help but groan in front of strangers. My father squeezed the vaginal fluid through my intestinal wall, and I was completely immersed in the tingling, throbbing pleasure, forgetting everything around me.

"Baby, look, they're all watching you, watching how you secretly pee under the table!

They saw you!"

I looked up at the other side, and they were staring at me intently, their faces flushed and necks red, breathing heavily, their eyes filled with desire that seemed to devour me.

They saw me!! I suddenly realized!

"Ah!!! No! Don't look!! Ahhhhh!!!" I screamed as I reached my climax, my vaginal fluid gushing out like urine, splashing on the ground. My father had filmed this beautiful scene under the table and would show it to me later. Now I couldn't see what was happening under the table; I only felt my body reach its peak and explode, that moment of pleasure unforgettable.

Because of the fear of being seen, I suppressed my emotions. Yet, this very suppression increased my sensitivity. When I realized everyone was watching my desperately hidden sensuality, I instantly reached my peak. The stimulation left me slumped against my father, unable to recover for a long time. In the end, I didn't even know how I left the restaurant or got into the bathtub.

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