[Wuxia] April in the Human World (Complete) - 11

Chapter 40 Conquering Territories (Forbidden)

Only when the faint footsteps faded into the distance did I finally breathe a sigh of relief, my heart finally at ease.

Looking up again, I saw my father's dark eyes fixed intently on my face.

"Knowing it's wrong, yet I still couldn't control myself..." My father's Adam's apple bobbed a few times. He slowly closed his eyes, his expression pained, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "I actually developed feelings for my own daughter... I'm committing a terrible sin!"

"Father..." I called out to him softly, my throat hoarse and filled with panic.

The tension in my heart caused my vagina to contract. Like a child's mouth, my vagina tightly gripped my father's penis, trembling and sucking at its round shaft.

My father growled, his large hands forcefully lifting my buttocks as he stood up. Startled, my arms instinctively clung tightly to my father's shoulders. Father's eyes burned with desire, his breathing heavy. He roughly wrapped my legs around his strong waist, his penis fully inserted into my vagina. Barefoot, Father climbed off the soft couch, carrying me as he walked towards the bed in the inner room, lifting my delicate buttocks up and down, thrusting his hips to increase the frequency of his hot penis's entry and exit from my wet vagina.

Reaching the bed, Father suddenly pressed me down onto the soft, fragrant surface.

With that, Father's penis pounded deeply into my vagina. I moaned with pleasure, my vagina spraying out fluids again.

I bit my lower lip, my body burning with unbearable heat, writhing my hips, using my wet, soft vagina to thrust in and out, tearing at Father's enormous penis!

"Oh. Shu'er, slower… um… ah… don't rush…" Beads of sweat dripped from Father's forehead onto my lips. My mouth was dry, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it, swallowing Father's salty sweat.

"Ah! Shu'er..." Upon seeing this, Father trembled all over, letting out a painful roar as he violently pounded his penis into my wet vagina.

"Ugh..."

Father gritted his teeth and panted heavily, relentlessly pounding his penis into my wet vagina, making the bed creak.

My vagina felt so soft, so sore, so numb from being fucked. I tilted my head back and moaned, taking advantage of Father's insertion of his penis, I suddenly lifted my hips, swallowing his entire penis.

"Oh, Shu'er..." Father's body trembled violently, his penis inside my vagina quivering, clearly unable to withstand my sudden initiative.

"Father..." I choked back sobs, crying softly. My vagina longed to be fucked hard by a penis...

"Hmm..." Father's eyes were filled with overwhelming lust, his large hands gripping my buttocks tightly, then twisting my hips, letting his large glans, buried deep inside my vagina, grind fiercely against my soft, tender cervix.

"Ah..." My body trembled, the extreme pleasure making my vision go white, I couldn't see anything clearly.

My vagina spasmed uncontrollably, and I could no longer bear it, my buttocks rising and falling, moving in tandem with my father's. I eagerly welcomed his deep, penetrating penis...

"Ugh..." Finally, my strength gave way, my buttocks went limp, no longer responding to my father's thrusts. I simply closed my eyes slowly, focusing on feeling my father's penis powerfully and deeply pounding into my vagina again and again.

Ah. Mmm. My father's penis thrust so deep, so fiercely, making my vaginal fluids gush out...

**

A long time passed. My father's hard, hot penis continued its powerful, relentless thrusting in and out of my wet, soft vagina.

"Mmm, ah—ah—" Suddenly, my father began to thrust violently, making me sweat profusely, experiencing a agonizing, unbearable pleasure!

"Mmm..." Spasms rippled deep within my vagina. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My body trembled violently, my vagina quivered wildly, and the uncontrollable nectar of orgasm sprayed onto my father's glans again and again, rewarding him with ultimate pleasure...

Finally, my father roared, his penis trembling, and he ejaculated his thick semen...

**

It all ended, and all was silent.

Suddenly, my father, panting heavily, cupped my face and kissed me wildly.

"Father, no!" Tears streamed down my face like broken pearls.

Having this happen to my father three times in a row filled me with deep shame...

"Shu'er, don't run away. I know you feel the same way I do..." My father's sexy voice was broken.

"Father! Please go back." The first two times I had an excuse to forgive my father, but this time there was no excuse for his immoral behavior! --Although my memories of my past life remained, he was, after all, my biological father in this life.

"I'm sorry, Shu'er... Father isn't someone who disregards morality... It's just that I..." He was simply overcome with emotion...

"Father, go! Go! Please go!" I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to see the look of deep hurt I had caused my father.

...

Thin clouds drifted across the sky, like a misty haze. Sunlight streamed softly through the clouds, carpeting the ground in pale white.

Strolling through the bamboo grove, a breeze occasionally rustled the bamboo leaves, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves dappled like glass.

"Shu'er." A deep, sensual voice came from behind me.

Turning around, I saw my father approaching me step by step. My body trembled uncontrollably, and I retreated, for my father looked so dangerous today. “Father…”

“Why are you backing away? Am I a tiger?” The sunlight in front of me was completely blocked by my father’s tall and handsome figure.

My immediate reaction was to run away as fast as I could! But with a quick movement from my father, I was completely imprisoned in his arms.

“Are you hiding from me?” My father’s face darkened, his expression extremely displeased. His large hand suddenly cupped my face, forcing my gaze to meet his deep eyes. “Counting today, this is the twenty-second time you’ve let me see you hiding from me.” I pushed

against my father’s chest impatiently. “Father, if there’s nothing else, I want to go back inside.” “Daddy,

didn’t you just arrive at the bamboo forest? Why are you leaving so soon?”

“Father, I… I’m not feeling well today, so I want to go back inside.” Looking up, I saw my father’s long robe shining brightly in the pale sunlight.

"Is that so?" Father's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, his anger undisguised. Suddenly, his large hand gripped my chin tightly. "Try lying to me again!"

"Father! It hurts..." Father's change of expression was too fast; I didn't even recognize him anymore.

Father seemed not to hear my cries of pain, continuing his cold, infatuated murmur. "Just because I don't get angry doesn't mean I don't have a temper." Father's eyes were fixed on mine with a complex expression, his gentle fingertips rubbing my lips heavily with a punitive intent, back and forth, each stroke harder than the last, until my lower lip ached. "I originally wanted to give you enough time to think about what's between us, but you've taken far too long. I can't wait any longer..." Father's eyes were dark as he roughly cupped my face in his hands, lowered his head, and pressed his lips heavily against mine, then frantically increased the force of his sucking.

"Father, I beg you. Please don't do this!" I broke free from my father's kiss, shrinking back in shock and fear, sobbing helplessly. I couldn't continue down this wrong path with him.

Seeing the fear in my eyes, my father's gaze flickered with panic. Suddenly, his heavy, sharp light softened, replaced by his usual calm and composed demeanor. He gently cupped my face, his long, jade-like fingers tracing the contours of my features with adoration. "Shu'er, listen to me. I have to have you! You can't escape. So don't resist in vain, understand?" With that, he leaned down again, kissing and sucking my lips with smacking sounds.

I pushed him away with all my might, crying out, "Father, I'm your own daughter! How can you disregard human ethics?" I ripped a thin veil between us, because I truly couldn't allow my father to continue down this wrong path.

"I know." Father's gaze was deep, and the bitterness hidden within sent shivers down my spine.

"Father..." My eyes welled with tears, and my throat tightened. Father knew, yet why did he still treat me this way?

"But some things are beyond my control." Father's warm breath gently brushed against my ear, a tingling sensation like ants biting.

I struggled, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, so I couldn't stop what Father was about to do...

Father carried me deeper into the bamboo grove covered with green grass and white flowers. He made me lean against a bamboo stalk, and roughly pulled down my pants, leaving them on my knees; then he lifted his own pure white robe, pulled down his pants to his knees, and took out his enormous, hard penis, which I didn't know when it had become erect, and pressed it against my vaginal opening. Without any foreplay, the hot, hard glans went straight into my vagina with a "whoosh." When Father tried to insert his penis again, my vagina was too dry to accommodate it. He had to stop and use his fingers to press and shake my clitoris a dozen times. After my vagina opened slightly from the pleasure of the clitoral tremors, Father seized the opportunity and thrust his entire penis inside me! —Even though there was no lubrication inside, his burning red penis filled my vagina completely in just a few seconds.

"Father, you, you…" Tears welled up in my eyes and fell uncontrollably.

"I want you, I want you again and again... to make love to you deeply, to take you to heaven and earth... Shu'er, Shu'er. My Shu'er. Fall with me, okay?" Father spoke as he lowered his head to inhale the scent of my body against my smooth neck; with his other hand, he tightly gripped my firm buttocks with his large hand, gently moving his hips, his veined penis thrusting into my tight, convulsing vagina again and again...

"Mmm, ah..." With each thrust, the smooth edges of my father's penis gently scraped against my soft, wet vaginal flesh: one scrape and my vagina felt itchy; two scrapes and my vagina felt tingly; three scrapes and my vagina felt numb; four scrapes and my vagina felt spasms; the fifth scrape and my vagina trembled and released fluid...

After more than a hundred thrusts, his penis was covered in fluid, and the crimson penis, lubricated by the water, began to move rhythmically faster inside me. Each insertion was so deep, so heavy. Every thrust went all the way in. My vagina was filled with a torrent of vaginal fluid, overflowing from the vaginal opening, soaking our thighs and the pants that had only fallen to our knees. The thicker stains of vaginal fluid on my pants even seeped through my white pants and dripped onto the lush green grass.

"Mmm...oh, oh, oh oh oh...Shu'er's little hole is so tight, I have to use a lot of strength to insert it, and a lot of strength to pull it out..." Father gritted his teeth, resisting the pleasure of his penis being tightly gripped by my hole, while uncontrollably uttering lewd words.

"Father..." This kind of Father scares me. I realize I still prefer the Father who was as gentle as water before.

Father ignored me, only holding my buttocks tightly, thrusting with all his might. My legs gradually left the ground as Father thrust intensely, and my whole body was almost hanging on Father's body. Father's swollen penis almost bore most of my body weight. With the penis going in and out, the folds in my vagina were constantly rubbed by the penis, causing my vagina to tightly grip Father's penis. The thick penis felt comfortable being gripped and gratefully rewarded my vagina with even heavier rubbing. This cycle of mutual pleasure and benefit continued until the tender flesh inside my vagina felt a comfortable numbness and itchiness. He made me feel as if I were sitting on a cloud—

"Mmm... Ah, ah, ah—Mmm... Ahhhhhh!" I moaned with unbearable pleasure, but I didn't expect that my unconscious moans would arouse such a strong reaction from my father: I felt his penis throb rapidly inside me, and then the force of his thrusts became more and more intense.

"Ah, ahhhhhh—" My body was being tossed back and forth by his thrusts. My father's chest would occasionally touch my soft breasts through my clothes with his back-and-forth movements, and his thighs, which were half-undone from his pants, would occasionally touch my alabaster thighs, which were also half-undone from his pants, making a slapping sound.

"Ugh, ah... ahhh—no, Daddy—ahhh—" Daddy's glans thrust in and out forcefully against my cervix, his penis filling my vagina completely, then withdrawing all the way out, leaving only the glans inside, leaving my vagina to spasm and contract in emptiness and loneliness. The extremes of fullness and emptiness alternated: sometimes my vagina felt unbearably full, sometimes it left me maddened by emptiness…

"Daddy, please stop… ughh… I don't want it anymore… sob… I can't take it…" I clutched Daddy's sleeve, crying and begging for mercy, but Daddy's reaction seemed to encourage him: his eyes shone brightly, and his movements became even more intense.

"Ahhhhh—Daddy, no, no… ahhh… sob… ahhh…" I gasped and begged for mercy, my mouth agape from the thrusting, but why did my pleas sound so lewd? It was so shameful, was this my voice? How could I make such a sound under Daddy's coercion?

Suddenly, my father's hoarse, teasing voice rang in my ears: "Shu'er, you look so lewd... It makes me want to keep having sex with you like this forever..."

My body trembled, and I felt my heart break. How could my father say such lewd things to me, his daughter?

I stared straight at my father, my throat choked with sobs, "Father, I hate you now!"

"Shu'er hates 'the current' me?" My father's eyes, filled with desire, were calm as still water, but the force with which he gripped my waist, almost breaking it, betrayed his anger—

he groaned a few times, thrusting his thick penis even more fiercely into me, while chuckling lightly, "Shu'er hates that I haven't given you more pleasure? Fine. Here you go, more here! Today I'll make sure you're satisfied!" As soon as my father finished speaking, his penis began to thrust into my vagina at lightning speed, retaliating by making my vaginal fluids gush out violently with "splash, splash!" Still using your hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, modeled after Fan Bingbing's genitals, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large bumps closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter...

"Mmm, uh... ah, ah ah—" The penis thrusts in and out, each time penetrating to the very bottom! It makes my legs tremble, it makes my vagina tighten around the penis even more...

"Oh... oh... my penis is about to be crushed by you!" Daddy pants sexyly. His lower abdomen just hits mine and immediately separates, hits and separates, hits and separates, hits and separates again!!—He repeatedly thrusts his penis into my vagina again and again. It makes the muscles in my legs twitch violently, my entire lower body feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore...

A massive,

crimson penis, as red as burning iron, relentlessly thrust into my vagina, stirring the thick, viscous fluids with a lewd, sizzling sound…

The faint, sweet, metallic scent of intercourse wafted from our tightly pressed genitals to my nose…

I slowly closed my eyes, enduring the physical pleasure and bearing the sin of incest. Tears streamed down my face as my thoughts raced, soaking a large patch of my father's pure white clothes.

Seeing my tears, my father's brows furrowed deeply, and he abruptly stopped thrusting. After several seconds, he stiffly lowered my body, withdrawing his long penis from me…

I thought my father had let me go, but I never expected his next move to be to grip my waist, turn my limp body over, grab my small hands and press them against a slender bamboo pole, then spread my buttocks and re-insert his penis from behind.

"Ah..." The stimulation of the penis re-inserting sent spasms through my body, making me slump forward uncontrollably. My father, standing behind me, reacted quickly, grabbing my breasts with his large hands. Once I regained my balance, his hands began rhythmically kneading them.

Then, his other hand reached down to my crotch, pinching and pressing my clitoris, causing it to tremble. His penis, the main attraction, leisurely rotated inside me, adjusting to a position that facilitated his movements before resuming its rhythmic thrusting.

'Breasts being pinched, clitoris being rubbed, vagina being penetrated.' This simultaneous attack from above and below undoubtedly brought me great pleasure, but the position made my father's thrusting less fluid, resulting in slower movements and less intense pleasure. To maintain the pace of the intercourse, my father released my breasts and clitoris, instead gripping my waist with both hands, and began thrusting rapidly with muffled, sexy moans.

"Ugh... Ahhh—" The intense pleasure made me throw my head back and groan with pleasure, "Ooh... Ahhh..."

My hands gripped the bamboo in front of me tightly, the bamboo swaying violently back and forth with my father's thrusts, the bamboo leaves at the top rustling loudly. The birds in the bamboo forest were startled and flew away...

...

In the prolonged and intense thrusting, my body went through waves of numbness and tingling, all my muscles began to tremble violently, as if all my energy had been drained, I had no strength left. My hands slipped from the bamboo, my whole body went limp and collapsed, my upper body slumped on the green grass like a lifeless object, only my buttocks, sticking up high in the air, continued to be gripped and thrust into by my father.

"Tsk tsk! Your body is so comfortable that it's gone limp, it seems you quite enjoy the feeling of intercourse." My father leaned down and nibbled on my ear, his penis did not slow down because of his words, it continued to thrust in and out violently!

"Hmm..." How did Father become so wicked? This Father is no longer the elegant and refined Father I knew.

"Shu'er, do you still hate me?" Father asked softly, his voice still as gentle as ever.

"No, I don't hate you. Father, please let me go..." A wise person knows when to yield, and I didn't want to suffer because of my verbal arguing.

"Shu'er is being naughty, you don't mean it at all." Father wasn't going to let it go easily.

"Ugh... Ah, um... Father, Shu'er knows she was wrong, please forgive her..."

"That's right. Oh... Ah... My good Shu'er, I'm almost there, oh oh—" Father's penis suddenly began to thrust violently, and amidst his trembling cries, streams of thick semen poured into my body...

**

When Father withdrew his penis from my body, the opening, no longer blocked by his penis, gushed out streams of white semen, dripping onto my white pants...

Father, still full of energy, knelt on one knee, like an adult taking care of his little child, diligently straightening my wrinkled clothes.

When Father pulled up my pants, I cried out in surprise: "Father, no! It's so wet!" My pants were already soaked with vaginal fluid and semen. Father pulled up my pants, and the wet liquid clinging to my genitals made me very uncomfortable.

Father reached out and gently touched my cheek, saying softly, "If you don't put on your pants now, and we're not exercising, you'll catch a cold. Change your pants when we get back."

"..." I pursed my lips, Father's wicked words making me tear up again, yet I was powerless against him. I could only turn my head away, letting Father's hands play with my body...

After Father tied my belt, he released his large hands, letting my body collapse to the ground. After he had tidied his own clothes...

"Shu'er..." Father called out to me in a clear, elegant voice.

I looked up and saw Father's hands reaching out to me. At that moment, a gentle breeze blew by, his long robe fluttering in the wind, his wide sleeves billowing in the breeze. Father had become like an immortal, almost otherworldly being.

He only reached out to me, not directly helping me up, and gazed at me with a noble, ethereal look. (At that moment, I had no idea what my father meant by doing this. Only much later did my mind realize his true intention: instead of helping me up directly, he wanted me to reach out to him myself. —My father wanted me to accept him wholeheartedly.)

In that instant, as if under some mysterious spell, I blankly and foolishly reached my two small hands into my father's large, smooth, jade-like hands.

My father smiled with satisfaction. He held my small hands tightly in his large hands and forcefully pulled my limp body up from the ground.

Before I could even stand up, the world spun around, and my father was already carrying me horizontally in his arms.

"Father, put me down!"

"You can't walk now. I'll carry you." His words were domineering, leaving no room for negotiation.

**

A gentle breeze caressed our faces, and the sunlight was warm.

My father and I remained silent the whole way. Even the soft sound of my father's footsteps on the grass and flowers could be heard clearly at this moment.

A casual glance upwards caught sight of my father's sharply defined profile, so perfectly framed by the sunlight, and I was momentarily stunned. Father, my father is so handsome! Lost

in thought, I gazed at him intently, mesmerized: a long, pure white ribbon bound his jet-black hair high. His hip-length hair was tossed about by the wind, dancing in the air like countless strands, accentuating his deep, refined features and making him appear even more breathtakingly handsome, untouched by worldly concerns…

Just as we were about to leave the deep bamboo forest, I spoke, “Father, please put me down.”

Even if people didn't think much of it, seeing me being carried by my father would seem strange.

My father abruptly stopped, lowering his head to gaze intently at me against his chest, his dark, jade-like eyes fixed on me without blinking.

Father sighed softly, pressing his forehead against mine. A gentle breeze carried his strong masculine scent directly at me. "Is being carried by me so shameful?"

I lowered my eyes, remaining silent and aloof, because Father understood my meaning; I didn't need to understand anything.

And so, we remained in this stalemate.

Gradually, a dangerous aura emanated from Father's still-sweating, glistening brows. His grip on me tightened, as if he wanted to meld me into his very bones.

After a long while, Father lowered his gaze and finally relented, setting me down. —This stalemate was won by me.

I seemed to have underestimated my own weakness. The moment my feet touched the ground, my body slumped forward. Luckily, my father was quick enough to catch me.

"Father, let go, I can walk by myself."

My father raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "Without my support, you probably wouldn't be able to walk a single step."

The domineering aura emanating from my father was irresistible; even if I didn't want him to help me, I couldn't refuse under such pressure…

**

As my father helped my limp body up the winding corridor, a graceful beauty approached. Looking closer, I realized it was Baili Yanran. Baili Yanran had blossomed into an even more captivating beauty in recent years. Even I, who prided myself on my good looks, was utterly outshone by her.

"Father." Baili Yanran walked briskly towards my father, stopping in surprise when she saw him supporting my arm.

When she recovered from her shock, she angrily pointed at my nose and scolded, "How could you let Father support you!" This scene was too bizarre.

"Yan'er, don't be rude to your sister." After scolding her, Father casually gave Baili Yanran an explanation: "Your sister twisted her ankle."

"Yes, Father." Although Baili Yanran was angry, she was still good at reading people. She gently lowered her head, gracefully turned to the side, and bowed to Father and me. "Yan'er apologizes to her sister. Please forgive Yan'er's rudeness just now." Then, she slowly straightened up and glanced at me slightly.

I just smiled at her in a perfunctory manner and didn't say anything more. I lowered my eyes coldly and exhaled a breath of stale air. Although I had never cared about this younger sister, she was still my sister from the same father. The indifference in her eyes made me feel a little melancholy.

"Yan'er, what brings you here today?" Father asked with a smile, clearly showing his deep affection for Baili Yanran.

Baili Yanran tilted her head slightly and smiled, "I heard from Steward Gong that Father has recently enjoyed strolling in the bamboo forest, so I wanted to come and keep Father company."

I thought to myself: This Baili Yanran is truly clever and perceptive; no wonder Father dotes on her so much.

Father chuckled again and said, "It's rare to see such filial piety in Yan'er; Father's love for you hasn't been in vain."

"Father..." Baili Yanran stamped her foot, pouting and acting coquettishly, "It's as if I'm never filial."

Father nodded with a smile, "Father misspoke. Yan'er has always been a very filial child."

Baili Yanran picked up a handkerchief and chuckled, "That's more like it." She paused, then continued, "Father, you go ahead with your work; I'll take my sister home."

I looked up in surprise, not understanding Baili Yanran's intentions.

Father smiled and said, "No need, Father wants to go to Shu'er's to read for a while."

"Oh." Baili Yanran nodded lightly and smiled, "Then Yan'er will take her leave."

"Mm." Father nodded with a smile.

...

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The next morning, I snuggled into Mother's room, for no other reason than to hear Mother's pleasant voice. It slightly calmed the anxiety and sorrow in my heart.

But before I could even sit down, Father arrived...

"Master, please sit down. Xiaoyu, quickly go and make a pot of hot tea." Mother hurriedly invited Father to sit down while calling Xiaoyu to prepare tea and snacks.

I looked up at Mother and saw that when Mother's dark eyes looked at Father, her gaze was truly lingering and full of affection. (Actually, my mother doesn't look old; she's only in her early thirties. Besides, wealth nourishes the body, and her skin is as radiant as a young girl's. She doesn't even look like my mother; she looks more like my older sister.)

Looking at my mother's beaming face, I knew she must be very excited.

It wasn't that my mother was unloved or rarely saw my father. It was just that my father's libido had always been extremely low; he only called women to his 'specific' room two or three times a month to serve him, let alone go to his women's residence. So, it's no wonder my mother was so excited.

While my mother turned around to take the snacks and fruit from Xiaoyu, my father grabbed my little hand, which was resting on my knee. I frowned and forcefully shook off his hand. Then, under the pretense of putting a book back on the shelf, I ran away, and when I returned, I could subtly change my seat—from sitting next to my father to sitting opposite him.

I thought that way my father couldn't do anything to me, but I was clearly very wrong.

Father rested his chin on his hand, raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with a hint of intoxication, and a smile playing

on his lips—an expression that seemed to say I couldn't outmaneuver him. I didn't take it to heart, simply lowering my gaze and pretending to savor the tea my mother had poured for me. But to

my surprise, Father actually managed to find fault with me without making a sound. His foot hooked around my leg under the table, the back of his foot rubbing intimately against my calf. I was startled; my hands trembled, and the teacup slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor with a 'thud.' I looked up sharply and saw a mischievous schadenfreude on Father's face. His upturned lips held an even more alluring curve than ever before.

How could Father do such a thing in Mother's room?! He...he's gone too far!

"Shu'er, what's wrong?" My mother, startled, turned her gaze away from Father's face and looked at me with concern.

"No. I just slipped and couldn't hold the cup properly." I clenched my fists, trying to calm myself down. I didn't want my mother to notice anything was wrong.

Only yesterday did I realize that my father's personality wasn't what I usually saw. He was unpredictable and capricious, sometimes gentle and refined, sometimes devilishly alluring.

I couldn't understand how my father could have such a contradictory personality. But after thinking about it carefully, I helplessly realized that it was quite natural for my father to have a devilish side. There were two reasons:

First, my father was, after all, a prodigy, with unparalleled charm. The grand strategies that ordinary people considered extraordinary seemed effortless to him, as if there was nothing he couldn't accomplish if he wanted to.

Second, my father was born into a prestigious family, or to put it bluntly, a spoiled brat who was used to eating, drinking, and having fun. Although he didn't act like other spoiled brats in his youth, the bad habits of a spoiled brat were still ingrained in him.

These two fatal advantages were enough to cultivate my father's current treacherous and chilling personality.

I exhaled deeply. I should be happy to have such a formidable father, but at this moment, my heart was filled with gloom, making it hard to breathe...

My father lazily looked up at me, smiled faintly, and spoke in his usual indifferent tone. "What are you thinking about, Shu'er? You're so lost in thought?"

"..." I pursed my lips, my eyes glaring fiercely at my father. Although I was angry, I could only swallow my bitterness in silence in the face of my father's wickedness.

"Shu'er, why don't you answer my question?" My mother was always so careful with my father. Her love for her daughter also made her often teach me not to disobey my father.

With my mother's 'help,' my father couldn't help but smile. I saw him lower his eyes slightly, pick up the tea on the table, and take a sip. But then, without warning, his foot hooked around my leg under the table.

I jumped up, my face flushed and pale with embarrassment. I was his daughter, not his woman! How could he repeatedly use such despicable flirting tricks on me?!

"Shu'er?!" My mother was startled by my sudden movement.

"Mother, I'm a little tired. I'd like to take a nap on the couch. You two can continue your conversation."

"Shu'er!!" My mother was terrified by my disobedience. Seeing that I ignored her and headed towards her inner room, she turned to my father and apologized, "Master, this child is probably tired..."

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Chapter 041 A Whitewashed Peace

The rain pattered softly, and a few withered green leaves spun and slid into the puddles, creating ripples larger than the raindrops themselves.

I don't know why, but in this life, I just love rainy days. And by extension, I also love the winding cobblestone paths bathed in a soft white light under the rain, the arched bridges that seemed to be made of jade, and the exquisite pavilions and towers shrouded in the misty drizzle...

I smiled slightly, pressed my hands against the window frame, and took a deep breath of the fragrant air, a feeling of interest rising within me to paint this scene. However, I'm no good at meticulous brushwork, so I'll try freehand brushwork instead. At least freehand brushwork can at least make me feel that my paintings look somewhat like paintings.

With that thought in mind, I quickly went to my desk, took a roll of Xuan paper from the water vat, spread it out on the desk, took an inkstone from the bookcase, scooped a bowl of water from the water vat, and then began grinding ink, holding up my sleeve with my hand.

I only learned painting in this life because the world in my previous life was too wonderful, and I couldn't bear to waste my precious time on such a time-consuming activity. I was fortunate to be reborn in this life; in recent years, after my father accepted my identity as a daughter, I had no choice but to learn this skill. After all, I am Baili Qingxiao's daughter; if

I can't even paint, I'll probably be ridiculed in the future. But even after studying for many years, my paintings are still terrible.

"Shu'er's paintings are still so bad," a magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind me.

I straightened up abruptly and turned my head to gaze at my father standing behind me (even without turning around, I knew it was him just by his voice). "Father, when did you arrive?"

"I've been here for a while, but I didn't call out because I saw you were so focused on your painting." My father's magnetic voice was soft, its light tone carrying an ethereal quality.

"Oh," I responded softly, lowering my head, my face burning with embarrassment at having painted. —Compared to my father, who was proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, my mediocre work truly made me feel ashamed.

My father sighed softly, slowly shifting his body to stand directly behind me, his thick, soft right hand grasping my hand holding the brush. Leaning forward, his chest pressed tightly against my back.

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively stiffened, letting out a soft, surprised gasp: "Father...

"

Father didn't speak. I turned my head slightly and saw that his expression was normal. He slightly curved his lips, intently looking at the Xuan paper on the desk, and said calmly, "To paint well, the essence lies in mastering the use of water. The variations in ink density, thickness, weight, lightness, and clarity all depend on the skillful use of water."

I nodded, and seeing that Father truly meant nothing more than that, I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed my tense body, and listened attentively. Actually, I understood the basic theories Father spoke of: undiluted ink is called burnt ink; ink with a small amount of water is called thick ink; ink with one-third water is called heavy ink; ink with more water than ink is called light ink; ink with a very small amount of ink in the water is called clear ink. But in practice, it's not as simple as it sounds...

Father held my hand and dipped the brush in water to moisten it. He continued slowly, “Thick, light, burnt, aged, broken, accumulated, splashed—these are actually just variations in the mixing of ink and water, as well as the speed and force of the brushstrokes…”

With seemingly few strokes, Father transformed my painting from a mundane, unrefined pavilion into a misty, rainy scene. Even the stone path and small bridge, gleaming in the rain, became lifelike.

I stared wide-eyed, blinking in disbelief. This was clearly the same painting I had just created, yet the difference was immense. It was as if a village girl had suddenly transformed into a fairy.

“Are you stunned, Shu’er?” Father chuckled, his arms encircling my waist, his cool lips pressing against my neck, showering it with kisses like raindrops.

Father’s gentle kisses snapped me back to reality. I struggled in his arms, “Father, no…”

I pushed him away forcefully, escaping his embrace. Before I could take another step, Father grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his embrace, his large hand tightening around my waist.

"Father, let me go!" I looked up at him in a panic, and saw a face so familiar yet so strange, a face as white as jade.

"Shu'er..." Father sighed softly, his expression forlorn. Suddenly, he lowered his head, his hot breath spraying onto my face and nostrils, and my lips were captured by his.

"Ugh..." I frantically pushed against Father's chest, but I couldn't stop his soft yet firm tongue from invading my mouth.

"Ugh..." Father's tongue, inside my mouth, sometimes swirled wildly around mine, sometimes gently pressed against my teeth.

"Father... ugh... ugh..."

"Shu'er, Shu'er..." Father withdrew his tongue, cupping my head in his hands and whispering, while passionately kissing my lips and face.

"Father, listen to me..." My mind was a jumbled mess, everything was in chaos, I could barely think straight. If I didn't stop him now, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop him anymore...

"Shu'er, don't say anything, don't think anything. Just leave everything to me..." Father murmured, kissing my face.

My eyes filled with a misty haze. So Father had always understood my inner struggle and repression.

"Ugh..." I suppressed the sound of crying, shook my head violently, and a tear finally spilled from my left eye. "Father, we can't go on like this. We can't! If people find out, Father and I will never be able to face anyone again." This relationship with Father made me feel so guilty. I felt incredibly dirty and disgusting. Sometimes I even wondered if I was abnormal, that I could fall in love with my own father and do something so unforgivable.

Father pressed his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes, and murmured, "It's too late, Shu'er. It's all too late. Because I'm already trapped, and I can't get out..."

His words, "I'm already trapped," made my tears fall like a broken string of pearls. "It's not too late! Father. It's not too late. As long as we don't make the same mistakes again, we can go back to how things were before."

Father's face turned ashen. He angrily slapped my face, his five fingers digging deep into my cheek. "If you really wanted to refuse me, you should have done so earlier. Now that I'm so deeply involved, I don't even have the strength to struggle anymore, it's too late for you to say it. Do you understand?! Shu'er, listen to me, you must bravely walk with me, because you can't refuse me now, and I won't allow you to refuse me, understand?!"

My eyes widened. Father was blaming everything on me? Every time we made love, it was Father who forced me. I shook my head, unable to believe that the man in front of me was my kind and polite father! "Father, you weren't like this before." At this moment, my father seemed even more unfamiliar to me than he had been a while ago.

"I've always been this way, it's just that Shu'er has never really tried to understand me!" Father smiled elegantly, scoffing at my surprise. "Serves you right for never caring about me, now you deserve to be scared!" The last sentence was filled with smug arrogance.

I choked. Father was the one who hid this side of himself from me, yet now he blamed me for never caring about him, which led to my utter estrangement from him.

"Shu'er..." Father held my shoulders and pulled me into his embrace again.

"No!" I struggled angrily, "Father. Are you trying to send me away?"

Father narrowed his eyes, "Shu'er, are you threatening me?"

I half-opened my eyes and slowly looked up. In the pale blue light, Father's long, half-closed eyelashes fluttered gently, his eyes fixed on me with a dreamy, infatuated gaze. My heart was captivated. He truly had a face that could bewitch anyone; no wonder women all over the world were infatuated with him.

I tilted my head slightly to one side, not facing my father's face and eyes directly. "Shu'er wouldn't dare. Shu'er is just saying this upfront. If Father really insists, Shu'er will have no choice but to leave." Take this as a threat, I've made up my mind not to continue down this wrong path with Father. Otherwise, we'll sink deeper and deeper into this quagmire, unable to escape.

Suddenly, Father's grip tightened, his hand squeezing my shoulder painfully.

Father gritted his teeth, about to explode in anger, when I heard the creak of the door opening.

Hearing the knock, I was slightly surprised. I never closed the front door, so I hadn't noticed Father coming in. I closed my eyes, feeling bitter and embarrassed at the hidden meaning behind Father closing the door.

Father hesitated for a moment before releasing his hand from my shoulder.

"Shu'er. Are you in there?" The voice was my brother's.

When my brother forcefully lifted the beaded curtain and entered, his angry expression instantly froze. He composed himself and quickly bowed to our father, saying, "Your son greets Father."

"Hmm," Father nodded slightly and asked softly, "Jing'er, is there something you need from Shu'er?"

My brother smiled and said, "Nothing much, just wanted to chat with my sister."

"..." Father nodded. "Then you two chat. I have some things to attend to, so I won't keep you company."

"Take care, Father."

"Take care, Father,"

my brother and I said in unison.

After Father left, my brother immediately turned to me with a livid face.

"Brother? What's wrong with you today?" I was so frightened by my brother's expression that I stumbled back, only stopping when my buttocks were against the round table.

"You have the nerve to ask me what you did!" my brother sneered.

My brother had never spoken to me in such a tone or with such an attitude. My heart skipped a beat: Did my brother find out about my affair with Father?! My face turned deathly pale.

I lowered my eyes, concealing the panic within. "What do you mean by that, brother? I don't understand."

"Don't understand?" My brother frowned angrily. He pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve and slammed it onto the round table behind me, fuming. "Do I have to produce evidence before you'll admit it?!"

My hands trembled uncontrollably. My face paled. I slowly tilted my head, picked up the paper from the table, and unfolded it. The pallor on my face eased slightly. "Brother, you're spying on me?!" It was a sheet of contraceptive herbs I'd gotten from the pharmacy. Although it was embarrassing, it seemed less serious than having my relationship with Father discovered.

"I'm concerned about you!"

"Concerned about me means you sent someone to follow me?!" I was furious. My voice rose several decibels, becoming shrill and piercing.

"You did something wrong and you still think you're right?! It seems I've spoiled you too much. Now you don't even respect me as your brother anymore!" My brother roared at me, his neck thick with anger.

"This is completely different from you sending people to follow me!"

"Don't give me that nonsense! Tell me, why would a young woman living alone go to a pharmacy to get contraceptive herbs?!"

"If you already know the answer, why ask me!" Speaking to my brother, who has always doted on me, my tone was inevitably a little unreasonable.

"I know? If I knew, why would I be asking you?!" My brother was so angry he almost went crazy. "Tell me! Who is that man?" My brother grabbed my arm, his eyes contorted with rage, "Gu Chen or Han Yi?"

"Brother! Please stop making wild guesses!"

"Logically speaking, besides those two men who seem decent enough, who else could easily catch your eye? Who else could it be but one of them?! Shu'er! I already know, so why are you hiding it from me?!" My brother gritted his teeth, throwing all his opinions at me at once.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. “Brother, even if it’s one of them, so what?”

my brother said seriously. “Since he took advantage of you, he has to marry you.”

“But brother, I don’t want to marry him.” I answered my brother seriously as well.

“Why?” My brother frowned deeply, his brows furrowing like a mountain. “Don’t you still remember Chang Kongyu?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Brother, I just don’t want to get married now.” I looked up at him seriously, pretending to be lonely and helpless. “Brother said he would take care of me for the rest of my life. Was that a lie? Does brother think Shu’er is a burden? Does brother want to abandon Shu’er?!”

“No. I didn’t.” My brother pursed his lips. Although he controlled his expression well, the helplessness in his words still inadvertently revealed itself. “I’m just doing this for Shu’er’s own good. Rather than living a life of secrecy, it’s better to have a wedding and be together openly.”

“Brother, I don’t have a man. How am I supposed to have a wedding by myself?” I sighed and lied to my brother.

"..." My brother pursed his lips, his eyes blazing with fury. "Shu'er still trying to lie to her brother."

"Brother..." I drew out the last syllable of "brother," "I gave that medicine to Xiao Bi." Xiao Bi was my personal maid. She and the steward's son, Li Liang, had been dating for quite some time. Their passion was intense, and Xiao Bi had slept with Li Liang before marriage. Afterwards, fearing pregnancy out of wedlock, she hesitantly told me, asking me for advice. I happened to be going to the pharmacy that day to buy that medicine, so I bought an extra dose for her.

"You got the medicine for Xiao Bi?" My brother was stunned. It took him a while to come to his senses. He frowned and said, "Weren't Xiao Bi and Li Liang engaged?"

I nodded and said, "They are engaged, but she had that kind of relationship with the man before marriage. She's afraid she'll be looked down upon by her in-laws after marriage." I paused and added, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Bi right now."

My brother's face suddenly turned bright red. He awkwardly pursed his lips and was at a loss for words. "Um, Shu'er. I'm sorry, I got angry at you without knowing the whole story... I, uh..."

I interrupted my brother before he could finish speaking: "It's one thing for you to get angry at me, but ruining my reputation is a big deal. -- If someone hears about it, I'll be labeled a cheater regardless of whether I did it or not. How am I supposed to face people then?"

My brother's face turned pale. "Shu'er, I'm sorry."

"Brother, don't be so rash in the future. It's no use saying sorry after something happens." Although I feel very guilty towards my brother now, since I lied, I have to cover it up. However, if I forgive him too easily, he will notice something is wrong. So, I must pretend to be right and not let it go.

"Shu'er, please forgive your brother this time. I was just too nervous, that's why I acted rashly," my brother

murmured softly, his head bowed. Although his voice was low, I heard him. I paused, my gaze softening. My brother could handle everything calmly, it was only when it came to me that he showed the impulsiveness typical of his age. My heart softened; having such a caring brother made me feel so happy.

But I couldn't let it go so easily just because I was soft-hearted. I had to make a proper show of force; that would have a deterrent effect. —That's what my brother taught me.

So I tilted my head, feigning anger, and said, "I thought you were angry with me because you thought I had disgraced the Baili family."

My brother rolled his eyes in annoyance and hurriedly explained, "Shu'er, what are you thinking? It's not what you think at all. I'm just angry that you're hiding something from me and treating me like an outsider."

I pouted, narrowed my eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"Shu'er, don't be angry with me anymore. You know perfectly well how I treat you." My brother got angry from being teased.

Seeing that my brother was angry, I had no choice but to back down. "Shu'er knows that brother is good to me. But in the future, brother shouldn't yell at Shu'er before he understands things."

My brother smiled, his eyes crinkling. He bowed slightly to me, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Yes, yes. Brother already knows he was wrong. There won't be a next time."

I covered my lips with my handkerchief, my eyes crinkling with laughter. "Hehe... that's my good brother. You must remember this. Don't just agree with sweet words and then forget what you said as soon as you turn around."

"Brother understands, brother knows. Brother will remember Shu'er's words in the most obvious place in his heart, always thinking of them and never forgetting them."

"Also, brother is not allowed to send anyone to follow me in the future." I held up my index finger and shook it in front of him.

"This..." My brother frowned. He didn't want to agree at all.

"Anyway, Shu'er will tell brother everything. Why should brother send someone to follow Shu'er every day, only making Shu'er uncomfortable?"

"Will Shu'er really tell me everything about you?" My brother's eyes softened, his appearance was very handsome.

"Brother doesn't believe me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

My brother quickly waved his hand. "No. Brother believes in Shu'er."

"Since brother believes me, then you're not allowed to send anyone to follow me anymore."

"..." My brother's eyes flickered, and he lowered his gaze without answering.

Seeing that my brother didn't agree, I turned my back to him and said coldly, "Oh. So brother really is just all talk."

"Shu'er!" My brother was anxious. He reached out and turned me around. He darkened his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Fine. I promise you. But if I find out that you're hiding something from me, then don't blame me for turning against you and using ruthless methods!"

"Okay. It's a deal." I smiled sincerely, but silently added in my heart: Brother, except for the things between me and Father that I can't tell you, I will tell you everything else.

...

**

Then my brother told me some funny things he encountered in business, and I listened quietly to him. Occasionally, I would chuckle softly, fiddling with a handkerchief, though I had no desire to laugh at all…

The time spent forcing a smile dragged on endlessly, each moment feeling like an eternity. Thankfully, my brother had business to attend to, so he didn't stay long. He only sat for about an hour and a half before getting up and leaving.

As soon as he left, my shoulders slumped, and my forced smile vanished. I frantically rubbed my aching cheeks, my heart filled with bitterness. I realized how painful a fake smile was.

After my brother left, the room was eerily quiet. In the silence, my mind began to race: My brother knew I went to the pharmacy to get contraceptive herbs, so Father must know too.

I lowered my eyes dejectedly, slowly rising from my chair and walking to the window, gazing at the still-pattering rain.

Father knew, but he hadn't said a word to me. What did that mean? My heart sank. Did he approve of what I had done?

The world was nourished by the misty drizzle, the stone paths and small bridges gleaming softly. The air was cleansed with a sweet fragrance; the rain had washed away all dust, leaving everything spotless and pristine—so clean, so comfortable…just like the feeling my father often gave me.

Like the feeling my father gave me? A jolt ran through me, as if I had suddenly grasped the key that had always been in my heart. I couldn't help but wonder: did I love my father because of the rain, or did I love the rain because I loved my father? 11.3.5

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