[A Sexually Happy Life Amidst Immorality] (Chapter 1)

Author: July Hell,
June 19, 2015,
posted on this forum, first published on this site.

Chapter 1:

Ugh! 10 minutes, 11 minutes… School was long over, but the teacher on the podium showed no
sign of stopping the lesson.

Although it's normal for senior high school students to run
overtime for those who have things to do, this delay is
torture.

I anxiously looked at the clock in the center of the classroom. Nineteen minutes had already passed. How long was the teacher going to
let us go ? I could only see the math teacher getting more and more excited, showing no sign of stopping. The blackboard was full of
annoying calculus.

Please, teacher, let's just let us go already! Or even a big traffic jam today would be fine! I prayed silently.

"You're already in your final year of high school, and there are only forty-three days left until the national unified exam. If you can get into a top university,
you'll have a bright future." Mr. Wang, our math teacher and homeroom teacher, stopped lecturing,
adjusted his glasses, glanced at the whole class, and lingered on me for two seconds. He said, "I hope you're all focused and
don't keep thinking about leaving school. I won't get overtime pay for the classes I extend, but as your homeroom teacher, I
hope that at this crucial juncture, you can memorize just one more formula. Even if it only improves your score by one point, it will
put you ahead of a large portion of the class. Understand?" Seeing the whole class respond in unison, he nodded in satisfaction. "Class dismissed."

I knew the homeroom teacher was actually talking about me, and I felt terrible. Actually, I didn't want to leave school either,
but every time I went home late, I'd get… I disliked going home even more, but I had no choice. Not daring to linger,
I hurriedly packed my bag and rushed out of the classroom, heading straight for the school gate.

"Shangmei...this question..." Liu Anling, Shangmei's deskmate, was about to ask her a college entrance exam mock test, but
couldn't find her. She exclaimed in surprise, "Where did she go? How could she disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"I heard Shangmei's family is very strict. They set a time for her to go home every day, and she has a
chauffeur . If she's even a little late, she gets scolded!" The speaker was Gu Yu, Shangmei's former deskmate.
The homeroom teacher rearranged the seating every three months, saying it was to cultivate a sense of camaraderie among the students. Last week marked
the three-month mark, so Liu Anling officially became Shangmei's deskmate this morning.

"Really?" She already knew Shangmei came from a wealthy family, but she was different from the stereotypical rich and beautiful girl
. Not only was she academically excellent and of good character, but she never boasted about her family background. She was very
friendly , never threw tantrums, and spoke softly.
She was very popular in class and throughout the school, and everyone secretly called her the "Gentle Goddess," though Shangmei herself was completely
unaware of this. "Hmph, rich kids have so many rules. It's already senior year, how can teachers
dismiss students on time?"

Gu Yu nodded. "That's right, so Shang Mei always runs home after school. If you want to discuss
schoolwork with her, you have to do it during break time; she usually won't refuse."

Seeing the familiar black Ferrari at the school gate, my heart sank. My hands and feet felt
clumsy dragged myself to the car.

Even though I couldn't see the person inside, I knew that the only person who would drive this car to pick me up was my
father —Shang Shihao, the source of my fear.

Under the envious gazes of my classmates, I trembled as I opened the passenger door, and a blast of cold air hit me.
I knew in my heart that this cold air wasn't coming from the air conditioner itself, but from
my father, who was coldly staring at me with a stern face.

"Dad..." I called out timidly. My father responded softly, but didn't look at me again.
I knew this was the prelude to Dad's anger, and tonight, I was likely in for some trouble.

Dad drove silently, while I sat quietly in the passenger seat, nervously
fidgeting with my backpack strap. Suddenly, the car stopped. I was puzzled;
the car was heading towards the city center, while our home was in a wealthy suburban area.

"Your older brother came back from America today. To celebrate his return, they booked a banquet."

"Really? My brother came back from America? Why didn't Dad tell me?" I was overjoyed,
even forgetting my fear, and pressed my father for an answer until he gave me a cold glare, which dampened
my excitement. But I was still very happy. Great! My brother's back. I haven't seen him for two years
. I wonder if he's changed?

As soon as the car stopped, I threw my backpack on the back seat, got out, closed the door, and walked to Dad's side.
But I found that he didn't intend to leave; he was just staring at me intently. I immediately understood,
blushing as I took my father's right hand.

Shang Shihao looked at his daughter's slightly fair face, her cheeks flushed with a shy blush,
like , making him want to take a bite. He couldn't help but gently stroke the soft little hand holding his large one,
smiling with satisfaction; his anger had largely dissipated.

The hotel security guard, parking his car, was momentarily stunned when he saw the handsome yet dignified man's smile.
He hurriedly caught the keys the man tossed him, secretly guessing the man's identity—probably
a powerful and influential man! That Ferrari looks really cool.

When my father and I walked hand-in-hand into the hotel, we attracted almost 100% attention. Feeling uncomfortable under everyone's strange
looks , I looked down at my conspicuous high school uniform and realized everyone
was definitely thinking the wrong thing. Although keeping female students as mistresses is nothing new these days—business CEOs,
managers, and high-level executives all have one or two female students around them—I saw contempt in
their I tried to pull my hand away from my father's, but he only held it tighter.

Reaching the elevator, some women dressed flamboyantly looked at me with blatant lewdness. Of course, my father
was obviously rich and handsome; how could he not be popular? These women would be happy to be his
mistresses .

I felt a slight discomfort, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The elevator was practically empty, but
those women relentlessly pressed their white breasts against my father, even giving
me . My father, however, remained unmoved, letting these women humiliate me.

I lowered my head, bit my lip, mustered my courage, and instinctively gripped my father's large hand. Then, in a
voice not too loud but loud enough for everyone in the elevator to hear, I asked, "Dad, what are we going to eat tonight?"

That "Dad" made the women in the elevator, who were giving me provocative looks, freeze,
their suggestive movements completely halted.

My father smiled gently and said softly, "Italian food, your older brother likes it."

I felt a little sad because I hated Italian food; I always felt that every dish was
overly cheese-laden. However, I still really liked those exquisite desserts, like the tricolor ice cream and crispy squid tentacles, which were
my favorites, as well as cheese and salads.

My father looked at my bright, darting eyes with amusement and couldn't help but laugh, "Just desserts aren't enough, you know
."

Hearing my father laugh, although I didn't know why he was laughing, it was always a good thing that he was happy; perhaps
there was still a chance to avoid punishment tonight. So, seizing the opportunity, she said, "Dad... today it's because the homeroom teacher kept us late
, that's why I..." Her voice trailed off, and she kept glancing at her father
's handsome face out of the corner of her eye, only to see his expression darken again. He

coldly said, "I told you long ago not to go to that lousy school. Do you think spending a few more minutes in class will
change anything? China's exam-oriented education only turns people into bookworms."

"Is that why Dad sent my eldest son to America?" I tried to change the subject,
so I asked this.

"That's none of your business, it's my own choice." Actually, he didn't care what his sons did,
otherwise he wouldn't have let his second son become a race car driver. He disliked his second son becoming a race car driver very much.
In his eyes, this profession was just a clown showing off and trying to please others, something he looked down on.
But more than that, he understood the filth in this industry; some female celebrities and car models always wanted to climb the social ladder by using men,
like prostitutes. As for sending his eldest son abroad, wasn't it all for this heartless guy? "If
your teacher goes overtime again next time, you're fired. I've already arranged a private school for you.
But, it's okay if you don't go to school, Amei! Dad can support you for life."

I felt like banging my head against the wall. How did we end up here again? I only go to school because I don't want to stay
home If I stayed home... it would be even worse. Just as I was wondering how to respond to Dad
, the elevator "dinged" and opened.

The restaurant was right outside the elevator. Before I even reached the entrance, a waiter greeted me, saying, "Mr.
Shang, the eldest son has arrived. This way, please."

I nervously followed Dad's steps. The biggest difference between my 160cm height and Dad's 185cm height
was the size of my stride. Keeping up with Dad was not easy, because we
were holding hands, so I had to jog most of the time. But the thought of seeing my older brother, whom I hadn't seen for two years,
still made me very excited. My older brother, Shang Chentao, is a gentle and sensible man. He's always been very doting on me since I was little,
so I've always been very attached to him. But one day, I overheard him telling his friends that he hated
me, this ugly girl who was always making a fuss. After that, I rarely got close to him anymore. Although he still
treated me well as usual, our relationship wasn't the same. I remember what he said back then:

"I hate her the most. She's always making a fuss, always wanting this and that. If
Mom died long ago, who would want to take her around all the time? She's just a burden."

That's what he said to his friends, and they all
laughed after he finished. Even though I always insisted on going out with him, he didn't have to
say such hurtful things when I was in the bathroom. I'd rather he say he didn't
like .

So, from that moment on, I preferred to stay alone in the empty mine room rather than
go out with my older brother.

Thinking of this, my eyes started to sting again.

I blinked, trying to think of happier things to mask the bitterness in my heart.
But when I saw my older brother sitting there quietly, smiling gently at me, I couldn't help but cry.

"Shame on you, Amei, why are you crying? Let your older brother see." It had been two years
since I last saw Amei. I couldn't believe that my chubby little sister had grown into such a graceful young woman. Perhaps it's true that girls change
a lot ; girls here tend to become slimmer at this age.

"It's all my brother's fault. He's been gone for two years. I'm so happy to see him now that I couldn't hold back."

Her voice, slightly hoarse with sobs, sounded incredibly moving.

Shang Shihao coldly watched his children's display of brotherly affection, his mind already racing. Amei
dared to make such a sound in front of someone other than him! She was becoming increasingly disobedient. His hawk-like eyes
swept over Shangmei's back.

Suddenly, I felt a cold wind from behind, and I involuntarily shivered, then broke free from my brother's
embrace .

"Alright, don't be so sad. We can talk about it when we get back. Let's order now," my father
said softly, pulling me to his side. He slowly took out a white handkerchief to wipe my tears, sighing, "It's a pity
that the second son went to Australia, otherwise we could have a family reunion dinner today."

I quietly sat down next to my father, shyly letting him wipe my face. Then he opened the cutlery, laid out
the napkins , and placed them on my right.

Watching his younger sister so naturally being served by their father, and not sitting beside him but
far away , Shang Chentao couldn't help but feel a little lost. Although his sister seemed close to him on the surface, he knew clearly
that a thin veil had grown between them sometime ago. His favorite Italian food
tasted bland, while across from him, his father was picking grapes from his salad for his sister.
He knew she loved grapes.

His father's actions today made him feel flattered, but mostly fearful. His father, the gentler he seemed,
the more ruthless he could be. He could almost imagine how terribly he would be tormented tonight; thinking of this, even
his favorite grapes tasted bitter and sour, lacking their usual sweet and sour flavor.

Late at night.

After working on my college entrance exam papers for a short while, I went to bed early, hoping to get as
much sleep as possible before my dad arrived.

Shang Shihao talked with his eldest son for a while, then went to his study to handle some documents. He glanced at the clock and
realized was already 2:30 AM, but he showed no signs of wanting to sleep; in fact, he was quite excited.

He'd really been holding back today. He wondered if Amei was asleep yet. He quickly shut down his computer, left his study, and
quietly went to his daughter's room.

It was summer, and the air conditioning was on in the stuffy room, but I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. I've always
been afraid of the dark , so there's always a small lamp on by my bedside. I remember my dad saying to me, "Amei, do you know
when Daddy most wants to fuck you? It's when Amei is sleeping! At that time, Amei's delicate
face is completely unguarded, her thick eyelashes are quietly drooping, and a few strands of black hair cling to her cheeks. She looks like
a sleeping angel, pure, yet tempting to commit crimes. Every time this happens, what Daddy most wants to do is to insert his big
cock into Amei's little hole and fuck it until it's ripped apart."

With a "snap," the bedroom light turned on, and the whole room became bright. I
blinked briefly, startled by the light, then slowly opened my eyes, staring blankly at
the person standing by the bed. My voice trembled as I called out, "Dad... Daddy..."

My father knelt on the bed, and I immediately felt the space beside me sink in. His tall figure
cast a shadow, and then a warm, large hand slipped under my pajamas. The calloused palm traced
a path up my skin, kneading my left breast a few times. My small breast quickly hardened, the nipple as hard as a bean.

"Ah—" I felt something strange in my body, letting out a rapid moan. My whole body began
to writhe , instinctively trying to escape my father's control, but he held me between his legs.

"Amei is so wanton, isn't she? I didn't expect her to get excited so quickly. Are you missing Daddy's big cock
...?" My father chuckled merrily, his warm breath tickling my ears like feathers. His lewd
words stimulated my pride, and in an instant, a blush crept onto my pale skin.

"Amei made me wait at the school gate for twenty-one minutes this afternoon... She needs to be punished properly."

"No... no... it's because of the homeroom teacher... it hurts..." I hurriedly explained, but before I could finish,
I let out a high-pitched and miserable groan. My father pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
squeezing it hard, rubbing it, or scratching it with his hard nails. His other fingers were not idle either, and began
to ravage not-yet-fully-developed breasts.

"Amei, are you trying to shirk responsibility?" My father put more force into his fingertips, and his nails, which were wedged into the crease of my breasts,
immediately sank deep. "Blame it on Amei for insisting on going to that lousy school?"

"...Ugh..."

"I've already said, Dad will support you for life. If you really want to study, do you think Dad can't teach you
..." His voice suddenly became incredibly gentle. I knew that my father was trying to persuade me to drop out of school again.

But I had finally made it this far, and there was only a little over a month until the college entrance exam. How could I give up
now ? Staying home would undoubtedly give Dad more time to torment her. Going
to school, at least, would be safe. Besides, she hoped to get into a good university through her own abilities, and
she was very insistent on this.

"Only…this…I can't promise Dad…" Her sensitive breasts were being treated roughly, and her eyes
were already red.

"Hehe…then Amei will have to bear the consequences of her actions…" Dad said in a seductive
voice , like a devil trying to corrupt an angel! His voice, like a hypnotist's, was elegant and
magnetic. "Your teacher made me wait for twenty-one minutes because of the class running overtime. As a busy person, time is
money! If I'm not careful, the company might go bankrupt... At that time, Amei
will kill a lot of people, many companies will go bankrupt along with us, and people who bought our stock will jump off buildings
..."

My breasts were being played with by my own father, the roughness followed by gentle caresses. The tingling pleasure made me
lose control , as if I were in heaven. But I didn't want to miss what my father was saying, so I could only
force myself to concentrate on listening to the words he whispered in my ear.

Liar! Big liar! ...My father is really too bad. Although I
don't know , I know that my father is talking nonsense... The Shang Group has a presence all over the world.
My father, who is among the top fifty richest people in the world, would be brought down by just a few tens of minutes? Besides, if that's the case, why does my father still have
so much time to torture me in bed? To put it bluntly, he just wants to force me to admit my mistakes and make me unconditionally
agree to his blush-inducing conditions. I absolutely cannot do what my father wants!

Even though I thought that, I still obediently admitted my mistake, because I was afraid that Dad would use those strange things
on me again, even though I didn't think I had done anything wrong.

"I'm sorry... it's Amei's fault..."

"Hmm, then Dad will punish the child who made a mistake, Amei has no objection, right..." Shang Shihao chuckled.
How could he not understand his daughter's little thoughts? But that's what makes it more fun,
isn't it? Wouldn't it be better to go out and play with mature women?

"But..." I was about to say something when I was shot back by Dad's cold gaze, and then...
"Dad can do anything to me..."

Looking at my daughter who said this unwillingly, her face completely red, her eyes not even
daring to look at me, Shang Shihao felt a surge of heat rush to his lower abdomen, and his big penis almost immediately
became hard, making a tent in his black snow silk pajama pants.

Dad stopped what he was doing and slowly peeled my pajamas down to my waist. My erect breasts
seemed to stand up to highlight their existence, and even the nipples on my breasts were prominent, as if
inviting others to taste them. And I felt my father's large penis slowly awakening.

I saw him lower his head and breathe deeply. The warm, moist breath made my body tremble.
Then he sucked on my breasts a couple more times, gently licking my nipples with the tip of his tongue before
pulling away.

His hands continued to play with my already swollen breasts; the previously just-right coolness seemed a little too much.
My breasts throbbed with desire, and I felt something welling up inside. The itching was agonizing.

"Ugh... Dad... Daddy..." My eyes were blurry as I looked at my father, who seemed completely at ease
. The itching in my breasts was undeniable. I knew that if I didn't say anything, my father would stop and do
nothing . That wretched father of mine, he wanted me to utter those lewd, obscene words. My hands trembled as
I pulled up my nightgown, which my father had pulled up to my waist, down to my thighs.

Looking in the mirror, I saw tiny red plum blossoms blooming on my fair skin. I remembered my father saying
something like, "A single white snowflake blooms, two red plum blossoms vie for spring." Using such a beautiful poem in this context
was ...

"What does Amei want?" My father pressed close to my heart, his warm breath hitting
my breasts, causing them to rise and fall with each breath, swaying in the air. My body began
to heat up, my waist involuntarily twisting, trying to seduce him. But I knew perfectly well that
my cunning father wouldn't be easily seduced. Before enjoying my
body , he always made me beg him.

"If Amei wants something, you have to say it. Daddy isn't a mind reader; he doesn't know
what Amei is thinking."

Lying... my father now understood my body better than I did. How could I not know
what Besides, I'm like this because of Daddy, and
wasn't it Daddy who dragged me into this abyss of incest?

"Mmm...I want...I want Daddy to lick me..."

Daddy is so awful! Doesn't he ever get tired of forcing me to say those obscene things? "
Lick me with your tongue..."

"Only lick?" My daughter, who usually appears so calm, only
reveals . Her little mouth, usually only used for memorizing math formulas and English words, utters such wanton words.
Just thinking about it makes my hard penis grow even bigger. Although it hurts a little when it's taut, I can still bear it.

"Bite...my breasts hurt...my nipples are itchy..." I can feel my face
turning bright red. I've made up my mind that if Daddy keeps asking like this, I won't
say .

"Okay... whatever Amei wants, Daddy will give it to you..." Knowing my thoughts all along, Daddy decided
to stop torturing me. He lowered his head and took my bright red nipple into his mouth, licking, biting, gently grinding, and then
sucking hard.

"Oh...it hurts...ah...Daddy...um..." My breasts were being played with wantonly by Daddy. His warm
and nimble tongue kept swirling around my areola, and his sharp teeth were not to be outdone, constantly tearing and
pulling at my nipple. Pain and pleasure filled my mind.

Whenever this happened, I would often think that I might have a masochistic tendency, because sometimes even when Daddy bit
my nipple until it bled, I would feel a strong pleasure, and even like
the feeling that my nipple was about to separate from my breast, which I couldn't stop.

My right breast was being well taken care of by Daddy's mouth, and waves of pleasure came one after another, but my left
breast was left alone and pitifully erect. Under the intense stimulation of the right breast, the tip of my left nipple seemed to
hurt even more.

"Um... Daddy, I want the left one too..."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want something, you have to pay the price."

-- That's what Daddy said.

"Remember, from this moment on, Amei's body belongs to me. So, Amei, you must protect
your body well. Not only can no one else touch it, but you yourself are not allowed to touch it either. If you want it, just beg Daddy, and Daddy
will make you even happier."

-- Daddy also said that.

So, even though her left breast wanted someone to touch it, she didn't dare touch it at all. She could only beg Daddy
in a low voice like a pet.

"Daddy... Amei's left breast is so itchy... I want... I want Daddy to lick it..."

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Daddy sucked hard on her right breast and then slowly
moved to her left. It was important to treat these two snow-white, round breasts fairly. Neither could be left out;
they symmetrical, both in color and size.

A few minutes later, my breasts were completely red, swollen, painful, and itchy. I could also clearly feel
something gushing out of my vagina…

PS: Here, let me briefly introduce the plot of this story: It mainly tells the story of a girl who
has been in love with her older brother since childhood. However, her father, who has a fetish for his daughter, discovers this and begins to slowly sow
discord between his son and daughter. On the day he sends his son abroad, he rapes his daughter. Later, when his
son , the father deliberately lets him discover his inappropriate relationship with his daughter, hoping that his son will hate his daughter and
leave the family. However, instead of leaving, his son… What the father didn't expect was that
his daughter, who was in college, was also very popular with men. What follows is a story of a group of men vying for her attention. The initial
premise of the story includes incest, rape, SM, and multiple partners. If necessary, more content will be added
. If you like this story, please feel free to comment! If
you , you can click the like button in the upper right corner. If not many people like this article, I plan not to write
it anymore. As for the old article "When Love Has Become the Past", I will finish it whether I write a new one or not.

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