Transformation into a True Hero: Chapter 9 - Seducing Dad

Transformed into a seductive woman to seduce my dad
? My life entered a relatively stable phase from then on. Every day, I had to go to work, go to the bar, practice my skills, and have affairs. My skills were increasing rapidly every day. As my skills increased, I became more and more beautiful and seductive. Every day, many men surrounded me and tried to chat me up. I tried everything to get rid of them, but I couldn't.
That morning, I arrived at the office as usual. Since I was new, I was responsible for fetching water, mopping the floor, and wiping the tables. After everything was done, everyone gradually sat down. The section chief cleared his throat and said to us, "Everyone, put down your work for now. I have something to tell you. The bureau is about to hold a major skills competition. Although we are clerical staff, we usually don't have to participate. But for some reason, this time we clerical staff are required to participate. Everyone can start preparing now." As soon as
the section chief finished speaking, he was met with a chorus of boos: "Is the assessment a joke...?" I wasn't too worried about the assessment; I could easily pass both the academic and physical tests. So I quietly asked the section chief, "Section Chief, what will the assessment cover?
" "Oh, the academic subjects are law, Deng Xiaoping Theory, foreign language, and criminal investigation. The physical fitness tests for men are a 5km armed cross-country run, pull-ups, shooting, tactics, and close combat; for women, it's a 3km armed cross-country run, barbell exercises, shooting, tactics, and close combat." The section chief read the notice aloud to us.
He had barely finished reading when he was met with another round of criticism from us. But criticism aside, we still had to participate in the assessment. Everyone stopped what they were doing and began discussing matters related to the assessment.
Because of my lack of seniority, I didn't participate in their discussions. I sat alone in front of the computer typing up materials. The section chief, that old lecher, took advantage of the fact that no one was looking, came over, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Little Wang, don't be afraid, this kind of assessment happens every year."
I smiled at him, thinking to myself, "He's taking advantage of me again. I'd report him for sexual harassment if we were abroad."
Later, at our unanimous request, the section chief agreed to let us go to the criminal investigation team's gym every afternoon for two hours of training. He also asked me to collect everyone's clothing and shoe sizes and distribute sneakers and sportswear to us according to a standard of 2,000 yuan.
After collecting the sizes, we received the money and went to an Adidas store with Sister Chen to buy everyone a pair of sneakers, a set of sportswear, and two pairs of socks. The price was 1,500 yuan. Sister Chen, very experienced, had the saleswoman write 1,980 yuan on the invoice. The 480 yuan per person then went into the section's slush fund. It feels like civil servants are really corrupt.
At 3 PM, we changed and went to the gym. The criminal investigation team was training. As soon as I entered, they swarmed around me like flies to something, enthusiastically teaching me this and that.
Although I was annoyed by them, I still smiled brightly at them. I've found that my temper has improved a lot since becoming a woman. Before, in this situation, my face would have already turned sour.
After running a few steps on the treadmill, I noticed something was wrong. My breasts were jiggle too much. I realized that with breasts this big, I needed to wear a sports bra. Just as I was at a loss, I suddenly heard a voice say, "Shameless."
I heard the voice coming from behind me. I turned around and saw Li Xia, the policewoman known as the "police flower" of the criminal investigation team. I hadn't spoken a word to her since I joined the police station. I didn't know what I had done to offend her. I felt wronged and ignored her, continuing to exercise. But my patience had no effect. I heard the same phrase again: "Shameless."
At this point, even with my good temper, I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned around and asked her, "Who are you talking about? Are you talking about me?"
She glanced at me, snorted, and said to herself, "Whoever is shameless is who I'm talking about."
"Are you talking about me? How am I shameless? Explain yourself, or we're not done." I was so angry that my body was trembling.
Of course, she had no evidence. Although I knew my behavior that night was truly shameless, she couldn't say that about me. Seeing me trembling with anger, she became even more smug and said in a very uncultured way, "I'm talking about you, so what?"
Hearing her say that, I rushed over and slapped her across the face. She was a former member of the sports school's Sanda team who had transferred to the police station, and was said to be quite skilled. How could she let me slap her without retaliating? She immediately threw a punch at my eye. But sorry to me, my Girl's Kung Fu had reached a very high level by this time. Although I hadn't experienced any real combat training, it was still far beyond what her low-level Sanda fighter could handle. I immediately used a grappling move from Girl's Kung Fu, and with a "crack," I broke her wrist.
Neither of us expected it to turn out like this. She was in so much pain she collapsed to the ground, while I stood there dumbfounded, my mind blank. After a while, I burst into tears. Only then did my colleagues react, quickly separating us and driving her to the hospital.
Back in the office, I cried for a long time before gradually stopping. My sister received my call and drove me home. By then, I was exhausted from crying. After eating, I went home. After the fight that afternoon, I didn't want to practice anymore. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, feeling increasingly hot, my mind filled with thoughts of having sex with men.
Reflecting on this period, I had been passionate with men every night, believing that indulgence with men was part of my practice. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the orgasms, I didn't consider myself promiscuous. What I didn't expect was that after just one day without the nourishment of men, my body was already aroused.
I checked the time; it was already quite late, and there was nowhere to find a man at this hour. With no other option, I got up and took a cold shower. Although the weather wasn't very hot, my body was burning up. The cold water made me feel a little better, but after a short while back in my room, my body started to feel hot again. So I took another cold shower.
I showered several times throughout the night, but my body only got hotter with each shower. Naked, I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. My mother had gone to my aunt's house, and my father was probably asleep. I stood by the window, letting the bright moonlight fall on my breasts. The evening breeze felt very comfortable. Just as I was enjoying this coolness, someone suddenly hugged me from behind.
I was startled and turned around. Even without turning around, I knew it was my dad holding me. He was naked, one arm around my waist, the other hand grabbing my breast, his erection pressed against my waist. Honestly, at that moment, any man would have immediately spread my legs for him to enter me, but it was my dad holding me.
My dad was probably also intoxicated, unable to control his words and actions. While stroking my breast, he breathed heavily in my ear and whispered, "Good son, you're so beautiful as a woman. Let Dad have a go."
Hearing my dad call me son, my heart warmed. Right now, my dad was probably the only one who treated me like a man. Memories of his loving care for me when I was little flashed through my mind. I couldn't help it; I was too soft-hearted. Slowly, I stopped struggling and let my dad pick me up and put me on the bed.
Making love with my dad felt no different physically than with other men, but psychologically it was incredibly stimulating. I also felt a desire to repay my dad for raising me, so I used all my skills to give him an orgasm he had never experienced before. I even used my "girlish kung fu" to help clear his meridians.
After the passion subsided, I fell asleep in my dad's arms, just like when I was a child. When I woke up in the morning, I saw my dad was still sleeping, knowing he was really tired last night. I gently wriggled out of his embrace and, naked, made him breakfast. I've developed a habit of cooking for the men I like while naked. After eating breakfast, thinking about the fight yesterday, I didn't want to go to work. I called my section chief to ask for a day off. He comforted me and told me to rest at home. Then I called my mistress, Director Zhang, and vented my anger on him. He confidently assured me on the phone that he would definitely help me deal with Li Xia. After hanging up, seeing that there was nothing else to do, I started practicing in my room.
To my surprise, my father's semen actually had a tremendous benefit on my cultivation of the Maiden's Kung Fu. Some time ago, after I had mastered the basics of the Maiden's Kung Fu, my power increased dramatically through intense practice with my older sister. My sister was fine, but I felt my dantian was completely filled with true qi. However, no matter how hard I practiced, I couldn't break through the first level of the Maiden's Kung Fu and enter the second level. My sister and I researched for a long time but couldn't find the answer, and there was no record of it in the Maiden's Kung Fu manual.
Today, as soon as I circulated my qi, my father's semen immediately transformed into a stream of true qi in my uterus, which is like a refining furnace, and entered my dantian. This true qi immediately merged with the existing true qi in my dantian, becoming a completely different internal force that entered my meridians. I was overjoyed. This new true qi circulated repeatedly in my meridians for an unknown amount of time before completely absorbing the original true qi.
After finishing her practice, she checked the time and realized it was already dark. She had been practicing for a whole day. Standing up, she felt as if her body had been reborn, and she felt incredibly light. When she left the room, she saw her older sister cooking in the kitchen.

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