【A Dream Without a Trace】(09-10) Author: xiaoyaoii

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Chapter Nine: Becoming

a Demon Perhaps the atmosphere should at least be ambiguous, but my mind was clear. Old Gun also
behaved himself and didn't look up again. I just watched like that, and after 2 minutes, I was sure Xiaoli had completely released
, so I didn't call her again. I knew that calling her would be torture, and I would have to explain the current situation to her, so
I might as well do it all for her.

This scene was a bit familiar. When our children were young, they would play until they were tired, fall asleep while eating, and then
wet the bed. My wife came up with a solution: whenever they were about to fall asleep at the dinner table, she would have me carry them to
the bathroom , and regardless of whether they needed to pee, I would pull down their pants and order them to pee. And it actually
worked. They got used to it and knew they had to go. Xiaoli's current state was similar to our children's half-awake, half-asleep
state , the difference being that she seemed unconscious now. I waited 2 minutes because I was afraid that if I woke her up,
she would start peeing again, which would be awkward.

I squatted down and looked at Xiaoli. She was drooling, her eyes tightly shut—it was quite amusing. I
patted her little face, but she completely ignored me, showing no reaction. I stood up, picked her up, and gently
placed her on my shoulder. I bent down and pulled up her underwear and pants, just like pulling up a sleeping child's pants
. It was easy for me, just a little awkward. With a child, I could just lift them up and pull,
but Xiaoli is taller. If I lifted her up, I couldn't pull up her pants, and I'd inevitably
touch some areas, like her bottom. I didn't want to be stimulated yet, so I half-squatted and pulled
her underwear and pants up from her thighs. My eyes followed my hand, and I saw Xiaoli's little bottom. I couldn't
help but look—it was so white, I really wanted to pinch and rub it. I smiled and lightly gave her
bottom as punishment. It was cool and felt nice.

Xiao Li felt it, let out a soft "ah," and then mumbled as if in a dream, "I haven't wiped yet." I
understood what she meant; even if a girl pees, she'll definitely wipe afterward, but I certainly couldn't do that.

I gave her a light tap on the bottom, telling her to hold it in. "Wipe what? You're going to hold it in today." Xiao Li gave an "oh" and then fell
silent. I then pulled the two items up. However, it seems that most girls' underwear these days is low-waisted,
probably to prevent it from showing when walking. I had no common sense, so I
pulled up her
shorts along with her pants . The pants were almost up to her waist, but I couldn't pull up her underwear. I tried a few times, but it wouldn't go up to her waist. Xiaoli seemed to sense something; her legs started to close again, and she made soft "hmm, hmm" sounds. This
was completely unexpected. At first, I didn't realize what was happening and thought she was dreaming, so I kept pulling. I tried
a few more times, but still couldn't get it up. Xiaoli's legs were now tightly pressed together, and I could feel her body twisting.
That's when I realized what was happening. I pulled down her shorts and looked at her underwear, only to find that I couldn't pull them up any further
. That's when I realized I'd made a mistake. If a man did this, his penis would definitely feel uncomfortable. The
same applies to but the force is different, and the result is different. I turned to look at Xiaoli, who was leaning on my shoulder, and noticed
her face was already a little red.

As someone with experience, I know why this happens. This kind of action provides physiological
stimulation to women because the underwear rubs against the clitoris, creating
a similar . Undoubtedly, this is a form of indirect masturbation for women. However, if too much force is used, it can cause
discomfort.

My face flushed; after all, it was unintentional, and who knew it would turn out like this? After I stopped what I was doing,
Xiaoli calmed down and continued to lean on my shoulder, remaining still. I quickly loosened the edge of her underwear and pulled her pants
up a bit. I was about to lift her up on my shoulder and put her on the sofa so she could sleep more comfortably.

Xiaoli's unconscious moans kept echoing in my mind, to the point that I now desperately
wanted to see her naked and touch her entire body. My thoughts were out of control, especially
with a girl on my shoulder like this. My body couldn't resist; it was too aggressive. If a
girl were carried like this, you can imagine what she would face. This action
completely disregarded her feelings; it gave the man a great sense of accomplishment—a common method for abducting someone.

I slowly got up and inadvertently saw myself in the mirror. It was a ferocious face, eyes wide,
breathing heavily , my face and neck flushed, and my eyes filled with desire and excitement—beastly lust. Suddenly,
I saw the toothbrush and mug my children used, lying there quietly. My heart began to calm down
. No, I can't do this. Even if I want to possess her, it must be done openly and honestly. I can't just
possess , especially since she's younger than my children. I took a deep breath in front of the mirror, then another.
Then, I gently lowered Xiaoli into a princess carry, trying to keep my arms close to her neck for
comfort.

Perhaps it was more comfortable this way; Xiaoli actually hooked her arms around my neck, then rested
her head on my chest, nuzzling her face against it, and remained still. If I were younger,
I would have devoured this girl, leaving not a trace. Now, looking at my aging
face in the mirror, I felt a deep sense of loss. My heart sank.

I knew this wasn't the most dangerous place; the real danger lay ahead. I unconsciously
walked towards my room, reaching the doorway—the place I knew best, the place where my husband and I had once
fought .

I gently placed the person in my arms on the bed, slowly removing her clothes. My hands trembled as I
caressed every inch of her skin, smooth as silk. I kissed her legs, her buttocks, her lower abdomen, kissing every part
of her body , starting gently and gradually becoming frantic, leaving
red marks like wounds on her skin. Not satisfied with that, I frantically grabbed her breasts, changing their
shape in my hands. I took her slightly erect, pink nipples into my mouth and began to suckle, my teeth gently biting.
The person beneath me began to tremble. I saw her hands reach for the sheets, gripping them tighter with my movements.
She let go, her head swaying slightly, panting heavily. Her neck began to flush red. My mouth
slowly moved upwards, kissing her neck, cheeks, and earlobes. Her eyes remained tightly closed,
but her body writhed more and more violently. I held her head still with both hands and
attacked , gently prying open her teeth with my tongue, sucking on her tongue, slowly, then suddenly accelerating,
greedily inhaling her lips, everything about her like a whirlwind.

Slowly, one of my hands moved down her lower abdomen, touching the small, protruding nipple, the little thing that had broken free
of its surroundings , and I gently stroked it. I heard a moan, a sound like a battle cry. I finally
had you, I thought, looking at her with her eyes still closed. Slowly, my head moved down to her lower abdomen, parting
her legs, my hands prying open the entrance to her wetness. I wanted to see, I wanted to see everything inside: pink petals,
a small opening, and sticky fluid flowing out like a stream. What a beautiful scene! I couldn't suppress
my joy. I kissed the end of the stream—it was nectar. Like finding a spring in the desert, I
frantically drank in and kissed it, my tongue slowly exploring the mysterious area. The moans grew
louder. When my tongue probed into that pink opening, ah~ a sharp moan like a cat's meow reached my
ears. It was so mysterious there, I couldn't fully explore it. The person on the bed began to twist her body violently
. I saw her whole body turn red, even redder than my kiss marks. Her delicate white hands gripped the sheets
tightly , tearing at them. I went crazy, shedding all my burdens, raising my erect
penis, and thrusting towards that mysterious opening. I lifted her buttocks with both hands and, using the simplest and most brutal
method , thrust all the way in, using all my strength. The veins in my arms were bulging and throbbing slightly. I
entered her body.

Chapter Ten: Humanity

. I let out a long breath. The scene froze, everything still, endlessly replaying the moment
. I saw tears streaming down the face of the person on the bed. She opened her eyes, sat up, and touched my face with both hands, her
eyes filled with sorrow, saying something to me, but I couldn't hear her. Ah… I couldn't help but go crazy; I couldn't hear her.

The scene shifted, to my younger self. The first time I saw you, you were so beautiful.
Everything seemed misty, yet shimmering with light. I blushed and didn't dare to greet you. But I
observed you every day, every day mustering the courage to say something to you. But I couldn't.
By chance , I saw you liked folding origami cranes, and I began to learn frantically. I folded them one by one, then
tore them up, because I wasn't satisfied. Finally, I folded a crane that seemed to have a soul. It was
so beautiful, head held high, facing the sky, wings outstretched, as if I could see your smile. I
searched everywhere for you with joy, but until I was exhausted, I couldn't find you. I didn't know where you had gone. I
locked myself in the warehouse, weeping uncontrollably, my paper cranes soaked with my tears.

Countless scenes flashed before my eyes like arrows: weddings, births, promotions, children growing up, little ones
being born—faces filled with joy and happiness, faces so familiar, so dear, so
beautiful.

The scene froze. A familiar face, smiling, opened the door. I saw a girl outside.
She was so beautiful, so familiar, yet a stranger. "Uncle, it's me, Xiaoli." It's me, Xiaoli!
I heard it. Those tear-filled eyes, those trembling hands, the person touching my face—she said those
words.

Boom! All the scenes vanished. Everything felt so real. It was as if I had lived a lifetime. I've heard that humans have seven desires, and that transcending them is possible. I don't know if that's true, but all of this was vividly presented
in my mind . I felt completely drained, and unconsciously took two steps back, drenched in sweat. The sweat that had just dried was now soaking through me again—this time, cold sweat. Inner demons—I could only understand the scenes before as caused by inner demons. Back in reality, I was still at the door of my bedroom , the person in my arms still fast asleep. However, her hands were no longer on my neck, but drooping to the ground, and her head was no longer on my chest, turned in another direction. I checked the time, and after a moment's recollection, I realized that only a few minutes had passed, but those few minutes felt like 50 years. Xiaoli probably didn't like the smell of my sweat. In my arms, I could clearly see her slightly furrowed brows, her little mouth pouting, her breathing steady. I couldn't enter her dream, nor could I let her know my feelings. I could only quietly look at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, real yet unreal. We had never , yet now I possessed her in my mind. Was it her, or the her from before? What was I doing? My head was throbbing, and my arms felt incredibly heavy. Because of my own selfish desires, such a shameful . I felt utterly ashamed. If what had just happened were real, I wouldn't be able to face this. Was Xiaoli a substitute, or had I started to like this girl? I couldn't tell now, but the person in the scene definitely wasn't her. I had too many attachments to the person I secretly loved. I thought I had forgotten, but when I remembered, it was magnified. Can this obsession be let go? Who knows? Who can answer that? I turned and went to my daughter's room, opened the door, and put Xiaoli on the bed. A sudden emptiness washed over me. I looked at this girl. What have you brought me? Should I be happy or in pain? But what did wrong? My situation was entirely my own doing. What's the use of blaming an outsider? I covered her lower abdomen with a blanket, but I couldn't bear to look directly at those exposed areas. I closed the door and went to the bathroom, taking a cold shower. I really wanted to wash all of this away, to go back to the person I was before I met Xiaoli, without having to endure so much suffering and pain, without having to recall those long-buried memories. I washed for a long time, scrubbing myself until my body was covered in red marks and started to hurt. Only then did I snap out of my thoughts and return to reality. I shook my head vigorously, splashing water droplets around me. If only this were trouble. I placed my hands on the sink, looking at my own face, feeling a little unrecognizable. I touched my face with one hand, then slapped myself hard across the face. Tinnitus hit one ear, and the sound on that side disappeared.

Seeing the red marks on my face, I laughed—a cruel, ironic laugh, so ugly. I straightened
up , and *smack*, another red mark appeared on my other cheek, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I couldn't hear
anything around me; my brain seemed to short-circuit.

As time passed, everything became clearer, and I heard the sound of running water. I sighed and
turned off the faucet. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself. Only then did I feel
the burning . I wiped the blood from my mouth. One shouldn't act impulsively, but one shouldn't have a brain freeze either.
How could I tell my wife like this?

We have no secrets. If I don't want to talk about something, I change the subject, but I won't lie to her.
This time, the two handprints on her face were crystal clear. I mentally calculated, then went naked to the bedroom
to get some clothes, but I still couldn't tell her. I threw my sweaty clothes into the washing machine and let it spin
.

Holding my teacup, I stood there lost in thought, not knowing how long, when the sound of a hammer drill woke me. Damn it, I
swore again because I remembered there was someone else at home, and Xiaoli was still asleep.

It didn't matter that she was asleep, the problem was I'd put her in my daughter's room. Even though she's married, her
room is still there. This little one hates it when people touch her things, especially
things in her room. My wife has cleaned her room a few times, and good heavens, this little one just hovers around her, asking all sorts of questions, saying things like "
this is gone," "that's lost," just repeating herself. Even my best-tempered wife got annoyed,
threw down the rag, and decided she'd never clean her room again.

I quickly went to my daughter's room, opened the door, and looked inside. Thankfully, everything was still the same.
This room is full of dolls; I just can't do anything with my daughter. They're all just randomly placed, big and small, but if you
move anything, she knows immediately when she gets back. That's a superpower of hers. After confirming that I hadn't moved my daughter's things
, I came in and left the door slightly ajar. I checked to see if Xiaoli was awake. The impact drill had been running for
a while and then stopped; a normal person should be awake.

However, the girl in front of me was sleeping soundly. The blanket had long since been kicked to the floor, and the half-human-sized teddy bear on
her bed had somehow been pulled under her, her arms wrapped around it,
one thigh pressing against its belly, like an upside-down "F." I went closer to check and, wanting to make her more comfortable,
slowly removed her hands and legs from the teddy bear, as it could cause her to suffocate. Besides, I couldn't let her move the teddy bear;
I was somewhat resistant to my daughter's spiritual powers, which were even stronger than my wife's.

Gently, I slowly removed Xiaoli's hands and legs, and then I pulled the teddy bear under her.
It moved easily, and she moved too. Her hands and legs, which I had just removed, pressed back down, and she
seemed to sense it, letting out a long, lazy "hmm," and this time, she hugged it even tighter. Afraid she'd
wake up if she hadn't slept well, I stopped trying. I straightened up and waited a few minutes. Finally, she stopped holding on, and I quickly
and gently pulled again from under her legs, trying to pull the bear out. Unfortunately, I underestimated her sleeping power;
I couldn't budge it. Then, Xiaoli's hands came back, as if she knew someone was trying to take her things, and she hugged them again.

And I saw that the bear's face was a little wet. Looking at Xiaoli's mouth, I realized
I was doomed. I'd have to find a way to explain to my daughter again.

I didn't give up and kept trying. I rested for a while and repeated the same actions, hoping to
save the bear and my ears. But it all failed. After several attempts, Xiaoli went from lying down to
lying sideways, but the thing under her wouldn't budge. I gave up.

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