Xiaoyao Ji

Yuchi Xiaoyao is my name, Young Master of Chuyun Valley is my identity, Liuli Busuanzi is the code name given to me by people in the martial arts world, Yao'er is the nickname my father calls me, Xiaoyao Gongzi is the respectful title given to me by outsiders, and Xiaoyao is the name my friends call me. In less than half a month since leaving the valley, I have already come up with all these derivative names. But it's not too bad. If anyone dares to call me Miss, I will kick them in the face.
It turns out that people in the martial arts world know about Chuyun Valley. Chuyun Valley is not as isolated from the world as I imagined. Instead, it is closely connected to the world. This is because the flowers and plants growing in the valley are rare and precious medicinal herbs in the world. In addition, my father, the legendary Valley Master of Chuyun Valley—the man respectfully called the Holy Lord of Chuyun—possesses medical skills that are the envy of the world. It is said that he can bring the dead back to life and the living back to life. His holy name is known far and wide.
Every year, countless people seek medical help at Chuyun Valley, only to be trapped and die within its walls, more often than from the virus itself… Yet, the few who are casually cured by my father extol the power of the Valley Master, drawing even more people to his aid and causing even more deaths… In my eyes, my father's ability to harm far surpasses his healing abilities.
Regardless, he remains the most powerful and remarkable man in my eyes, the type I aspire to be, my ultimate life goal.
Chuyun Valley is a one-child policy, where both sons and daughters inherit the surname Yuchi.
I think my father actually wanted a son, which explains his indifference towards me from a young age. Rumors say my father had no interest in my mother, that she was pregnant out of wedlock before marrying him, and that she died in childbirth, leaving me as an only child—a purely fictitious offspring to my father.
I opened my eyes to a hazy world, the air fresh, filled with the melodious chirping of birds.
"You're awake!" A deep, unfamiliar, hoarse voice, tinged with extreme surprise, followed by a large, cold hand on my forehead.
Frowning, I calmly turned my head to the blurry figure beside the bed, unable to make out his features. "Who are you?" I bent my elbow, trying to sit up, a strange weakness confusing me. "What's going on, Little Sparrow?" I called out.
"Yao'er?" The person beside the bed reached out, awkwardly helping me sit up, his voice full of confusion.
I glanced at him lazily. "Are you new to the valley? Don't you know the rules? No one is allowed to enter and leave my Xiaoyao Residence without permission. Go and fetch Little Sparrow, and I'll forgive your punishment."
The air seemed to suffocate. After a long while, he straightened his tall frame and walked out the door.
Somewhat puzzled, I waited until a hazy red figure entered through the door before lazily saying, "Little Sparrow?" My eyesight seemed noticeably worse than before I went to sleep, but I didn't care; whether I lived or died didn't matter.
A clear, crisp female voice sounded strange and cautious. "Young Master, are you awake?"
she asked, her voice odd. Slightly annoyed, I closed my eyes. "Help me wash up; I'm hungry."
She hesitated for a moment, then came up to help me get up and change, before washing my face and combing my long hair.
Quietly letting her serve me, I lowered my eyes and clenched my weak fist. "Am I sick?" My whole body felt limp and powerless. Was sleeping in the pavilion really not a good idea?
She carefully hummed in agreement.
"Go and prepare a light blanket for me in the pavilion." Although I didn't like it, it was my own body after all, and I would be the one suffering if I got sick.
She gasped, "Young Master, your body can't withstand the wind."
"Is it that serious? It's just a cold, isn't it?" I said, checking my pulse, slightly surprised, "How could this be..." Internal organs damaged, meridians injured, head severely injured? "I fell while sleeping in a tree?" I thought I caught a chill while sleeping in the pavilion; my memories were becoming jumbled.
Xiao Que's voice was hoarse, tinged with tears, "Young Master, don't you remember? When you were brought back, you were barely alive. If it weren't for Master's all-out effort to save you, you probably would have..."
I turned my face away, watching her wipe her cheek with her sleeve. I couldn't see her tears, but I could hear her sobs. I smiled faintly, "Then thank you so much, Father." My heart trembled slightly. My father, who's rarely seen, saved me?
“Young Master…” She sobbed, her tone becoming cautious again, “Did you have a fight with Master?”
A surprised smile played on her lips. “How could I? I haven’t seen Father for almost a year. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known it was Father who saved me. How could I be angry?” My father, who never paid any attention to me, had actually saved me himself; I was overjoyed.
She turned her head.
Following her direction, she saw the strange man who had been sitting by my bedside standing in the doorway. “Who is he? The doctor from outside the valley?” How ridiculous! There was no one in the world better at medicine than Father. Why would they hire someone from outside the valley to treat me?
Xiao Que suddenly turned to look at me. “Young Master, you—”
The man in the doorway interrupted her, “Don’t you remember me, Yao’er?” He
slowly narrowed his eyes. “Only my father can call me that. Shut up if you don’t want to die.” No one dared to be so rude. Who did he think he was?
Xiao Que gasped, her whole body trembling.
The man in the doorway fell silent, then slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back.
As he approached, I slowly tilted my head back, finding him quite tall, more than a head taller than me, making it a bit difficult to crane my neck. "Didn't anyone tell you I'm the young master of Chuyun Valley?" I found it somewhat amusing; was this guy fearless or what?
He lowered his head, his features indistinct, his expression unclear. After a long pause, he asked in a low voice, "Are you Yuchi Xiaoyao?"
His smile was playful. "Yes, who are you?"
"Did you break your head?" His voice was somewhat breathless.
I scoffed. "What's it to you?" Too lazy to deal with this inexplicable person anymore, I straightened my neck, turned to Xiao Que, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Where's my father? He... left the valley again, didn't he?" Even when I'm sick, can't he stay a little longer?
"Get out!" the man in front of me suddenly roared.
Xiao Que fled out the door in a panic.
I slowly tilted my head back up, smiling curiously. "You actually have the right to order the people around me around?" Who gave him that right, and why would Xiao Que obey?
He grabbed my chin forcefully, leaning down so his breath almost hit my face. "Don't try anything funny, Yao'er. Who do you think I am?"
I glanced down at the long, cold fingers on my chin, then looked up at his blurry face, sneering, "You're asking for it." I raised my hand and slapped him.
He didn't even flinch, letting me strike his abdomen.
I squinted in confusion. "My father gave you the antidote?" No one could survive a blow from me; the poison in my palm could only be cured by my father.
He fell silent, then spoke again, his deep voice tinged with panic, "You've forgotten me, you've forgotten me, haven't you? Yao'er?"
"I don't know you." I gave a direct answer, pushing away his now-weak hand and walking past him towards the door, only to be suddenly grabbed by the wrist and forced to turn around to face him.
I glanced at the large hand on my wrist and frowned. "Your temperature is very low. Are you sick?" I was about to kindly raise my hand to take his pulse when he quickly let go and took a big step back.
My eyes narrowed, and I remembered how my father always quickly backed away whenever I approached. My heart ached. I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I simply turned and left. This time, he didn't stop me.
Stepping out of the room, I saw a large crowd gathered outside. Seeing four suddenly appearing, dark figures, I blinked in surprise. "Where is my father?" The ever-black-clad Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise were my father's personal guards. If they were here, then my father must be here!
Unable to contain my joy, I looked around, but I couldn't find that tall figure anywhere.
The crowd fell silent the moment I spoke, all the blurry faces turned towards me.
A slight disappointment washed over me. I should have known that my father didn't want to be near me. He probably just sent Azure Dragon and the others to check on me. He saved my life; I should be grateful. What more could I ask for? "Fine, I'm hungry, Little Sparrow."
No longer bothered with these people whose faces I couldn't make out, I slowly walked outside. "Bring the food to the pavilion."
Outside Xiaoyao Residence lies the vast, colorful lake, spanned by a high bridge. At the top of the bridge is an exquisite pavilion, my favorite place to be. Whenever I'm feeling down, I curl up here and let my thoughts wander.
The food was brought out, but the strange, tall man remained alone in the pavilion.
"I am... Yuchi Jiangzi's friend, someone you've met before," he said in a low voice, sitting on the stone chair furthest from me.
I smiled slightly, tilting my head to lean against the pillar. "Is that so?" This man lies without batting an eye. My father has always ignored me; how could he possibly introduce me to his friend? I don't even know if my father has any friends.
An awkward atmosphere enveloped me. I lazily closed my eyes. "Don't try to get close to me. I have nothing, and my relationship with my father isn't good either. I'm just a nobody with the title of young master of Chuyun Valley."
His tone was stiff. "I'm sorry."
I squinted at the blurry world, realizing I couldn't distinguish colors, only black and white and different shades of gray. "It's alright."
Gao Jian's body appeared beside me at some point. He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and touched my forehead.
His icy body temperature made me frown and pull away. "You're cold, don't touch me." Since he couldn't be poisoned by me, and I was too weak and powerless to kill him, I could only cowardly avoid him.
He clenched his fist and withdrew it, his throat tightening as he spoke, "I'm sorry."
Ignoring him, I lazily sat on the cushions, staring blankly out of the pavilion. Suddenly, I turned my head. "You said you're my father's friend?"
He sat back down, the furthest distance from me, his face now facing me. "Yes."
Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile. "My father is in the valley?" Since his friend was here, there was no reason for him to be out, right?
"He is." His voice remained slow and strained.
My mood instantly brightened. I rested my chin on my hand and turned my head away, really wanting to sneak off to my father's Crimson Palace to see him. I hadn't seen him in so long.
"Do you want to see your father?" he suddenly asked.
I didn't move, offering a mocking smile. "He won't see me." No matter how much I chased after him, he wouldn't even spare a glance. Even the peculiar medicinal scent emanating from him was something Xiao Hu told me about. My pitifully little understanding of my father came entirely from what others had told me.
A black bird flew by, and I stared blankly at its small figure, filled with envy. "So free..." It flew so unburdened, so unrestrained, unlike me, so clumsy, probably confined to the valley until death.
A deep voice asked again, "Do you want to leave the valley?" I
was stunned. Leave the valley? In the valley, I was already far removed from my father. Once I left, wouldn't even our blood ties be severed? He chuckled softly, "Once you leave, you might never come back."
"Why?"
Wasn't it obvious? "Father won't let me come back." If I gave up willingly, Father would have a legitimate reason to abandon me. If even Father didn't want me, who else in this world would? Hot, wet tears streamed down my cheek. I turned my head away, raising my sleeve to wipe the moisture from my face, somewhat surprised at how open my emotions were in front of a stranger.
"I'm sorry," he said slowly, his voice hoarse.
I turned to him, suddenly curious. "What do you look like?" What kind of person would my father's friend be?
He couldn't hide his surprise. "You can't see me?"
"I can't see clearly." He didn't hide anything, pointing to his eyes. "I might have really damaged my brain. I can't see anything clearly, and I can't distinguish colors."
He suddenly stood up and walked over. "Give me your hand."
I chuckled. "Even my father can't diagnose it, how could you possibly know what's wrong?" I glanced at his outstretched hand. "Your body temperature seems a bit off. You'd better go and have my father take a look at you." Nobody's body temperature is ice-cold.
He paused. "My body temperature is normal. Only you feel cold."
What a strange explanation. I shrugged. "Maybe. It could also be attributed to a damaged brain." Anyway, he was sick, so any abnormalities were acceptable.
"Give me your hand," he demanded.
I was a little annoyed. "Don't be so domineering just because you call yourself my father's friend." Who did he think he was? He
clenched his fist again and withdrew it. He stood silently for a long time, then suddenly left.
I leaned back against the pillar, unmoved, and continued my daydream.
The next day, when Xiao Que and Xiao Long accompanied me to the pavilion, that strange man appeared again. I turned my head away, lazily climbed into my usual spot, and sat down, not even bothering to look at him.
Xiao Que brought out breakfast and sat down in the chair next to me, seemingly uneasy. After a while, as I slowly ate my porridge, she whispered, "Young Master, your birthday is coming up soon. Master has ordered a grand feast to bring you good luck."
She gave a sarcastic smile. My father never showed up on my birthday; he only instructed Bai Hu and the others to send gifts... I looked up, glancing at Xiao Que with some confusion. "Wait, my 18th birthday was just last month. How come it's a new birthday so soon?" I felt a little depressed. Had my father even forgotten the time I was born?
Xiao Que was speechless and turned to look at the man sitting quietly at the far end of the pavilion.
I lazily raised my eyebrows. "Why are you looking at him? Who is he anyway?"
Little Dragon, standing to the side, said, "He... is Master's good friend. Master ordered him to accompany the young master."
I chuckled with slight disgust. "I don't need anyone." I turned my head and rested my chin on my hand. In the whole world, the only person I wanted by my side was my father. I didn't want anyone else.
Little Sparrow took the bowl from my hand and quietly slipped out with Little Dragon.
I knew the man furthest from me in the pavilion was still there, but it was none of my business. I just let my mind wander, gradually emptying my thoughts, and closed my eyes, sinking into a meditative state.
Just as my soul was about to float out of my body, a large palm covered my eyes, and before I could concentrate, a soft touch pressed against my lips.
The caress on my lips was gentle and warm, the warmth seeping into my heart. The palm on my eyelids radiated a powerful warmth, making me drowsy yet wanting to savor this unfamiliar yet comfortable feeling a little longer.
A warm touch on my lips, followed by a cool breath, and a soft sigh escaped my lips. "Yao'er..."
My drowsy mind suddenly snapped back to reality. The peculiar herbal scent lingering in my nostrils was one I had smelled in the Crimson Purple Palace. Little Tiger had said it was a unique scent only my father possessed. Was it my father?!
I opened my eyes in surprise: "Father..." I saw the empty pavilion, with only me and the strange man at the farthest end.
A deep sense of loss made my heart clench, aching from the contraction. I glanced at the strange man facing me, forced a smile, and felt utterly pathetic.
It was all a dream. Only in dreams could Father be so close, close enough to feel his warmth… Did Father have a body temperature? And how warm was it? I had never had the chance to know. I
turned my head away dejectedly, my heart heavy with unbearable sorrow.
Suddenly, the man on the other end spoke: “I’ll go fetch your father.”
Squinting at the gray world outside the pavilion, I grinned, my voice trailing off: “Wishful thinking is foolish.” Having lived for eighteen years, I knew my place in Father’s heart; I would never again covet what I could never have.
“He will come,” the man said firmly, then rose and left.
I chuckled, reaching out to try and catch the invisible wind, but how could the wind be caught? Just like my cold and heartless father, why would he heed the advice of his so-called friend and come to see me?
My illness was treated by my father, and since I regained consciousness, he has never once visited me. Why should I torment myself by hoping every day? I'm not stupid.
Someone silently approached the pavilion.
My heart began to race uncontrollably. I hesitated, hesitated again, repeatedly warning myself not to be foolish enough to believe in my good fortune, but still, when someone stepped into the pavilion, I straightened up and turned my head urgently.
Only that strange man and the four men, including Qinglong in black, were in the pavilion.
I chuckled softly, leaning against the pillar, unable to suppress my laughter. As the laughter faded, I lowered my long eyelashes and whispered, "Please don't give me any ridiculous expectations; I'll take them seriously." I lazily propped myself up, got out of bed, and slowly walked out of the pavilion. As I brushed past the five of them, I couldn't stop the intense hatred welling up inside me. "I really hate you all!"
Sunrise and sunset, dawn and dusk, my body recovered quickly, but my mood grew increasingly depressed.
When the New Year arrived, and my father was no longer at the New Year's Eve dinner table, I discovered that my supposedly numb heart still ached.
Wrapped in a light, warm mink coat, I stood under the gray sky, gazing up at the vast expanse, feeling as if my heart had died.
The strange man had been by my side the whole time, never leaving, even sharing a table with me on New Year's Eve.
Could he really be my father's friend? I smiled blankly. "Please tell my father I want to leave the valley." Forget it, forget it, what was I even thinking? I'd rather abandon everything myself, than let my father waste food feeding me, his practically useless daughter.
The strange man, who had been far away, suddenly roared as I uttered my wish: "I forbid it!"
A wry smile tugged at my lips. "You're not my father." If my father heard me, would he agree or refuse? If he refused, it meant I still held some importance, even if he only saw me as a pawn for continuing the bloodline, it would be worth it; at least he still cared about me.
But if he agreed… if he agreed…
My nose stung, tears welled in my eyes. If he agreed, it meant he truly didn't want me anymore. Where could I go in this world? What could I do? What was the point of my life?
"Your father won't let you leave the valley," the tall man who had appeared before me said angrily.
My heart clenched. I knew my smile was ugly and forced. "Don't deceive yourself."
Father… he would let me leave, he would…
The deep night was suddenly awakened by something.
A soft object gently yet firmly caressed my lips, a deep, helpless sigh washing over them again and again. "Yao'er, Yao'er, what am I going to do with you..."
Was I dreaming again? Dreaming of something impossible? For a moment, I was dazed. I opened my eyes, only to find a huge hand covering them in complete darkness. "Father, Father..." I managed to say, but then I tightly shut my eyes. Even if it was a dream, could I not wake up? I didn't want to taste the pain of a broken heart again.
The faint scent of herbs lingered, and a deep murmur still pressed against my lips, hoarse and furious, forcing out the difficult words: "I will never let you leave the valley, never."
I gasped, unable to believe what I was hearing. Shock, disbelief, utter astonishment! But... such a sweet, blissful feeling surged through my aching heart. I was overjoyed!
"Yao'er, I won't let you leave me again."
His whispered vow made me so happy I wanted to cry. Tears welled up in my eyes, wetting the large hand covering them. I clutched the blankets tightly, a choked laugh escaping my lips. "This dream, it was so beautiful." So beautiful I couldn't believe it.
His deep voice was slightly breathless, "I'm sorry, Yao'er, I'm sorry."
Warm kisses rained down on my nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. At that moment, I heard my blood surging violently in my veins, and I felt dizzy. "Father, do you want me?" The words that escaped my lips were the fear buried deep within me for 18 years.
His sigh was heavy as smoke: "I love you."
I felt so good, incredibly good.
Everyone who saw me would involuntarily freeze, but I didn't care. My mood was so good it felt like I was floating, unreal yet so beautiful.
So I nestled in my study, which I hadn't been to in a long time, and had Xiao Que read to me.
Perhaps due to my state of mind, I had memorized the entire book in less than half an hour and even grasped a new formation. Holding a warm teacup, I smiled gently, ignoring Xiao Que's blurry face that kept glancing at me while she read.
When Xiao Wu brought the medicine, I paused for a long time before softly saying, "Young Master smiled."
Touching her tender face, I smiled gently, "Is that so?" After drinking the medicine, I found that the hazy scene before me seemed to clear up a little.
A strange man appeared at the study door, and he was clearly stunned when he saw me.
With a smile, I rested my chin on my hand, watching Xiao Que and Xiao Wu bow to him and then leave. I chuckled, "Why did they bow to you?" Xiao Que and the others are the heirs of Qinglong and the others. Besides my father and me, only the four of them, Qinglong, could make them bow.
I seemed to have been neglecting what was happening around me for too long, and some details were only now surfacing. "Why have you stayed by my side all this time? Why did Father entrust you with my care?"
His tall, robust figure paused, and he stepped into the room with elegant movements, his hands behind his back. "I've never seen you smile."
I answered irrelevantly, tilting my head to look at him as he sat in the furthest seat from me, his robes billowing. "I don't even know your name yet."
He gazed at me quietly, then suddenly said in a low voice, "When you smile, you're beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful."
He shifted his gaze with amusement. "Judging from your voice, you should be about the same age as my father, and you should have your own family background. Why do you waste your time on me? Does Father want to marry me off to you?" Ignoring his silence, I smiled mischievously. "You're the first outsider to get close to me, so I suppose Father is satisfied with you."
He seemed a little annoyed, his low voice clearly revealing his displeasure. "Don't talk nonsense." I laughed heartily
to myself.
After a while, he said softly, "You had a good dream?"
His slightly narrowed eyes sparkled, and I smiled and shrugged. "Yes." It was the best dream I'd ever had, making me so happy. As soon as I opened my eyes to see the dawn, I longed for nightfall to come so I could drift back to sleep.
"Dreams... are all fake," he said in a deep voice.
I laughed, lazily raising my chin. "So what? If I can get what I want in my dreams, why should I force reality? What's wrong with staying in that dream forever?" A beautiful dream, with a loving father, what more could I ask for?
He fell silent.
After that night, I didn't dream of my father again, and my joyful heart gradually calmed down. But whenever I thought back, I would always smile happily, even knowing that reality was vastly different from the dream, I didn't care.
And so I realized I had learned to deceive myself.
When Xiaolong brought news that my father was going to choose a husband for me, I was stunned. It took me a long time to respond before I floated back to my pavilion to rest.
I felt a little sour and depressed, not knowing why. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand. I just felt a long-forgotten melancholy creeping into my heart again, this time for no reason.
As a daughter, I always have to get married. Why did I feel unhappy or even disgusted by my father's decision?
Confusion and frustration kept me frowning and pondering for days, until Xiao Que and the others came to invite me to meet the candidates for my future husband. Seeing the strange man in the hall, I realized I hadn't seen him for many days. I glanced at him lazily, ignoring why he was sitting in the main seat and my father's predictable absence, and took my seat, glancing at the few indistinct figures below.
The hall was silent; no one spoke.
I was lost in thought, pondering the gloom in my heart. I had never experienced such a feeling before; I couldn't understand the reason, nor could I pull myself out of this rut.
The hall remained quiet until I finally snapped out of it and realized everyone was facing me, silent. I narrowed my eyes slightly. Why were they looking at me?
The strange man spoke in a low voice: "These are the candidates for your future husband. Which one do you like?"
Resting my chin on my hand, I blinked. "I heard that Mother married Father because she fell in love with him. At least one of us should love me first before I marry, right?" That should be a basic condition for marriage. I can not love my husband, because Father didn't love Mother either.
...Hmm, if we consider inheritance, what if I don't like my children in the future? ...It's a bit of a vicious cycle... Oh well, with a slight smile, I slowly said, "Just kidding. The men Father chose for me are all outstanding individuals, each one exceptional. Just look at whoever wants to marry me, that's him."
After my words, the hall fell silent again. I threw the question back at them and continued to ponder my own troubles and confusion. Why was I unhappy?
Soon, the candidates for my husband were chosen, and the wedding was scheduled for the end of the year.
"Yao'er," the young man called, leaning close to me.
I looked up at his tall, thin figure, but his indistinct face left me feeling nothing.
He looked down at me for a long while, then lowered his head and gently kissed my lips.
I blinked, and when I tasted the bitterness, I pushed him away abruptly. "Please wait." The taste was wrong.
He was startled as I pushed him back a large step. "Yao'er?"
His voice was too young, and it wasn't what I wanted to hear. What did I want to hear? What kind of taste did I want? I frowned in confusion, pondering.
He suddenly bent down and clutched his abdomen.
I looked up at his abrupt movement in surprise, only to realize that I seemed to have unknowingly added the poison to his hand and handed it to him… Was that considered murdering my husband? I quickly handed him the antidote, smiling awkwardly, "Uh, sorry, I forgot."
He swallowed the medicine, leaned on a chair, and sat down, then smiled weakly, "You don't like me, do you?"
My breath caught in my throat, and I froze. What was he saying?
"You have someone else in your heart, don't you?" His tone was calm. "The Valley Master didn't want you to marry him, so he chose me as your husband, right?"
He slowly raised his hand to touch his lips, as if recalling the tender kiss in that beautiful dream. The unique, faint scent of herbs lingered in his nose, along with the powerful warmth and the deep, resonant sigh... Heavens, I've actually fallen for Father?
My heart was in turmoil, then suddenly cleared. I smiled in surprise and realization, shaking my head repeatedly. How could this be? My past disappointment was because of Father's neglect, my later joy was because of the illusion of the dream, and my current confusion and unhappiness are because I will belong to someone else—all because of Father.
It seems my life will always be inseparable from Father.
He chuckled mockingly, lifting his eyes. "Nothing, I'm just not used to it yet."
He was remarkably calm. "You know, you're beautiful. When you smile because you're reminiscing about something, you're stunningly beautiful, like a little woman in love."
"So what?" I smiled sarcastically. "I will be your wife."
I felt a sense of weariness and absurdity. Father, Father, I've been entangled with him my whole life, unable to break free, willingly bound by his bonds, and he doesn't seem tired of it? I think I'm stupid. My longing for fatherly love has turned into affection. How could this be?
When did this subtle shift in my feelings occur?
Fatherly love is absolutely unattainable, and affection is something I should no longer yearn for. I've decided to give up.
So I peacefully let my future husband accompany me, even though my mind is increasingly wandering uncontrollably. Ultimately, I forced myself to focus my thoughts on him.
At least my hair was tied up for him, at least my body was by his side.
But whenever my mind wandered, I found my heart almost painfully imprisoned.
Falling in love with someone I can't love, loving someone I can never have—is it just bad luck or a cruel joke played by fate? I'm especially nostalgic for that one and only absurd dream: my father's kiss, his hand, his breath, his voice. I was so happy then, I was almost intoxicated.
Dreams, after all, are just illusions.
My eyesight is getting worse and worse. I know it's psychological; my subconscious aversion to the world makes me unwilling to see with my eyes anymore. So I can no longer see anyone's face clearly, the vibrant colors of the world, or the truth of everything.
I've become numb, apathetic, even losing the sense of temperature in my tea.
It's almost laughable. If this continues, I won't even be able to perceive the changing seasons. Once my senses are completely dead, I'll officially become a cripple.
"Nonsense." A deep reprimand came, and a cold hand swiftly pulled my fingers from the steaming teacup.
Lifting my eyelashes, I looked at my father's friend, who had disappeared since I chose my husband, and smiled. "I thought I was going to marry you." If I could marry my father's friend, would I be a little closer to him? Too bad I wasn't so lucky.
He hesitated, then stepped back.
Seeing my fingers, red from being dried, I shook them and smiled casually. "Strange, why do I feel cold?" I can't even test the temperature of tea, so why do I feel cold when he touches me?
"What do you mean?" he asked in a low voice.
Looking up, I realized that only he and I were in the high pavilion. My future husband was nowhere to be seen; he probably left when I was daydreaming and got bored. If I told him about my situation, would he tell my father? What would my father think? Would he ignore it or take it seriously?
I'm getting married soon. Is it childish or a desperate gamble that I'm still playing this game of testing? I smiled, lowering my eyes. "I can't tell." I flicked the steaming tea leaves. "It should be hot."
This time, he grabbed my hand to take my pulse.
He frowned at my cold body temperature. "A heartache, even my father can't cure it." I was too stubborn, unknowingly playing this incestuous game. I brought this upon myself.
After he left, the fact that my father hadn't come didn't affect me. What's one more blow? I'm getting married soon, what's there to be upset about?
So the wedding arrived, a grand and lively affair.
Late at night, I was led to the bridal chamber. The veil was lifted, we drank the nuptial wine, and I chuckled as I watched my husband bow to heaven and earth, knowing it was all over.
I closed my eyes, letting his kisses fall on my face, letting his hands undress me. I lay limply on the bed, feeling a strange, burning desire surging deep within me. My body, almost numb, became incredibly sensitive, so sensitive that even the calloused surface of his palm brushing against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I
chuckled in surprise. There was an aphrodisiac in the nuptial wine?
My body is immune to all poisons, but an aphrodisiac… which bastard classified it as something other than poison? A mocking smile played on my lips, my breathing quickening uncontrollably. A strange desire made me want to make a sound, to do something… I slightly opened my eyes. In the hazy world, was that blurry figure the object of my desire?
Of course not.
What could I do then? I'd already given up. What more could I want? I chuckled, raising my arm to embrace his neck, hearing my already fractured heart slowly shatter even more. “Did you hear that?” I asked with a smile.
The man on top of me paused. “What?” A series of cracking sounds followed . My heart
shattered.
Chapter Three (Part 1)
The drug's effects were stronger than I expected. The flames intensified, and I was unbearably hot. I couldn't help but press myself against the man's body as he rubbed against me, when I was suddenly pushed away.
My mind went blank, and I groaned in pain, curling into a ball.
Warm hands covered my eyes, and then a silky robe wrapped around me. I was lifted up and moved.
I didn't know what was happening, nor did I want to know. I just wanted liberation. The smooth fabric rubbed against my sensitive skin, making me want to cry. My struggles were all held back by strong arms. The burning heat made me desperately want to faint, but I couldn't.
Tears welled up in my eyes and were sucked away by hot, thin lips.
The unbearable pain miraculously lessened slightly, and I subconsciously moved closer to those lips, rubbing and licking haphazardly.
I seemed to hear deep laughter and muffled groans.
Then my body was released, and I was placed on the bed. Something was draped over me, even my face was covered. I frowned, still struggling to break free of my restraints, when another naked, muscular body pressed down on me. I should have felt disgust, but I sighed as I smelled the unique, faint scent of herbs mingled with the wine. I climbed onto his broad shoulders, feeling the powerful, almost scalding warmth. My nails dug into his burning skin, and I groaned softly, "Father..."
His large hand tightly covered my eyes.
The kiss was fierce and intense, our lips and tongues entwined until they ached, but the saliva tasted like honey, making me thirsty, desperately seeking that intoxicating flavor. Yet, when the warm, wet suckling enveloped my breasts, I cried out softly, arching my back, breathing rapidly. The sharp pleasure couldn't quell the burning desire; instead, an emptiness remained, a longing to be filled, to be forcefully satisfied.
I writhed, not in struggle, but in reciprocation, the moans escaping my lips a plea, a pleas, "Daddy, Daddy..." So painful, so pleasurable, so agonizing, yet so joyful, conflicting feelings swirling and battling within me, I felt like I was going mad.
My legs were forcefully spread wide, my chest swollen and aching from the assault, yet those thin lips lingered, a nimble hand slowly sliding down, into my most shy and private place. When slender fingers teased a spot I'd never known before, an overwhelming surge of pleasure washed over me, causing my entire body to tense violently, trembling so intensely I could barely breathe.
A large hand covered my eyes tightly, hot breath moving to my ear, biting and sucking my earlobe, accompanied by a hoarse murmur: "Yao'er, my Yao'er, my darling..."
My body felt hollow, a blissful emptiness washing over me. I slumped down, feeling the strong body pressing against my softness, feeling a slight lack, yet not knowing what was missing. Such immense pleasure, what more could I want? "Father, I want more..."
A low, hoarse sigh escaped my lips. "Yao'er, I love you, I love you, do you know that?"
My heart was filled with joy, but the demands of my body made me want to cry. I struggled to rub against his strong body, but the discomfort surged again. I frowned, helplessly raising my hand to cover my eyes with the large hand that was covering mine. "Father, I'm so sad, give me..." The emptiness in my lower abdomen was so painful. Even though I could feel the secret place being gently enveloped by his other large hand, shamefully overflowing with moisture, I couldn't care less. I only wanted to be satisfied, to be pleased. "
Yao'er, my little darling..." A deep sigh accompanied the movement of nimble fingers.
I tightened my lower abdomen, moaning and twisting my slender waist. "Father, Father..." My hands gripped his wrists, all my attention focused on the small, delicate bead he was repeatedly kneading. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, I love it so much, Father..." That kind of pleasure, a pleasure that corroded my mind, a pleasure that was intoxicating and soul-consuming.
A low, muffled groan, like the roar of a wild beast, followed by a smooth, hot, large, round, hard object that pressed intimately against my wet entrance. The friction, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, was tentative and probing, strangely stirring a new desire within me amidst the pleasure. "Daddy, what is that? It's so strange, mmm." I tried to close my legs, but could only futilely clamp them around his strong waist, remaining open for his gentle touches and passionate kisses. A
deep, husky laugh, deep and sensual, came from within. "That's me." My
dazed mind couldn't think straight. As the heat from his fingers swept over me again, I arched my back, trembling as I opened my mouth to call out for unparalleled pleasure. But the teasing suddenly ceased, and long, slender fingers dangerously pressed against the lower, warm crevice, slowly pushing in.
Unable to obtain the pleasure I desired, I blinked in confusion, feeling the hot, slightly sweaty palm on my mascara. "Daddy, I don't like this." The intrusion of this unfamiliar object brought a slight pain, completely unlike the overwhelming pleasure before.
The deep voice was somewhat unsteady, "Bear with it, Yao'er, you're too small, you'll get hurt."
I didn't understand, but instinctively disliked the feeling of being invaded, subconsciously contracting my internal muscles, trying to squeeze it out.
I heard a low, husky male groan, then the rough thumb pressed back against the sensitive nipple, gently rubbing and rotating soothingly. The relief was aroused again, and I sighed softly, welcoming the wonderful sensation, almost forgetting the extra finger inside me. As the finger slowly moved in and out, I frowned, soothed by the temptation at the tip, and didn't complain.
But as my pleasure intensified, two more fingers squeezed in, not only continuing to thrust but also spreading and bending. I wrinkled my nose in some trouble, "Daddy, I don't..." Before I could finish speaking, that sensitive spot was suddenly intensely stimulated, the finger inside me was withdrawn, and replaced by the previous large object tightly pressing against the explored slit.
I was about to ask a question when I was swept away by an irresistible, intense pleasure. Apart from arching my back and trembling violently, I couldn't think or make a sound.
In the moment of utter disorientation, a terrifying force pierced directly into my body. The tearing pain made me scream, and my whole body immediately stiffened. As I slowly regained consciousness, I sensed the giant dragon filling my deepest part of myself. It was hot, hard, and thick, leaving me no choice but to tightly envelop it. I could even clearly feel the impact of the bulging veins on its surface.
“Father…” I cried, unable to believe he would be so cruel as to inflict such pain on me. “It hurts…”
“Shh, baby, it’ll be over soon.” He coaxed in a hoarse voice, his tone restrained. His strong body pressed against mine was as tense as mine. He kissed my lips and caressed my full breasts, constantly murmuring, “It’s too tight, you’ll have to suffer a little, Yao’er, be good.”
His coaxing words made me feel pampered, and I felt slightly better, only to realize that the pain had been replaced by another powerful need. “Father, it hurts, mmm…” I bit my lower lip and twisted slightly, not knowing what I wanted.
“I will satisfy you, my Yao’er.” He chuckled softly, his large hand stroking my buttocks as he forcefully lifted them downwards. He began to thrust slowly and then violently into the long object buried inside me, withdrawing shallowly and then plunging in heavily. A strange, tingling pleasure quickly accumulated from my lower body, and a frenzied ecstasy rose from the deepest, softest part of my being struck to my head, an extreme excitement that almost numbed my entire body.
"Ah... Father, slower, Father..." Clumsy as the large hand beneath me swayed my body, I groaned, uttering words I didn't even understand. My hands clenched tightly around the hand covering my eyes; I was going crazy.
The intense, lewd scent of desire filled the air, the sounds of slapping mingled with the gurgling of water. Everything was so wanton, yet I couldn't resist. I greedily savored it, waiting for wave after wave of stimulation to erupt, until the final moment when a savage, deathly pleasure pushed me to the peak of climax, making my whole body convulse.
A beast-like growl echoed in my dazed state. I felt myself being pounded repeatedly by a rapid, heavy thrust, then hot liquid poured into my body, and I was tightly embraced by the sweaty, magnificent male body.
"Yao'er, Yao'er, I love you, I love you so much, do you know?" A low, hoarse voice trembled with a strange sob.
I covered my eyes with the large hand, offering a weak yet sweet smile, "I love you too, Father." When I
awoke, everything was shrouded in darkness; I was in the bridal chamber.
My body ached yet felt satisfied. I slowly sat up, glancing down at my naked body, no longer snow-white, but a grayish-brown mixture, as the sheets slipped down. A cute smile crept across my face.
"Young Master," Xiao Que led a group of maids in, gasping in unison before rushing to help me. "Heavens! Doesn't the young master know how to be gentle? He's tormented you like this!" Xiao Que angrily wrapped me in a large robe, then turned and ordered the maids to bring the sedan chair into the room so she could take me directly to the bathing hot spring.
"I can still walk," I said, my smile unsteady. I felt like I'd truly gone mad. Was it the aphrodisiac that made me mistakenly believe the man I'd indulged in all night was my father, or had my mind gone completely insane, subjectively identifying my husband as my father?
Little Sparrow followed beside me, matching my slow pace, and asked softly with concern, "Does it hurt? Young Master, I heard the first night is always very painful."
I chuckled softly, "It's alright, there was an aphrodisiac in the nuptial wine, I didn't feel much pain." The pain then was brief, but now I was experiencing the discomfort. With every step, the deeply imprinted spot felt like it was being torn apart. "Go get me some wound medicine."
Little Sparrow's voice sounded like she was about to cry, "How could they drug me? It's so wicked!"
I turned my head, looking at her blurred face. She had followed me for so long, was it her loyalty that made her worry and feel indignant for me? Was it worth it? Although I ignored it, my keen hearing always picked up some gossip. Many servants and people in the valley were quietly spreading rumors that the young master of Chuyun Valley had gone mad.
If I had already gone mad, why was Little Sparrow still sad? I reached out and touched her face. It was wet and cold. She blinked and smiled gently. "Little Sparrow, you're so good to me." Why couldn't my heart be moved? I felt nothing at all.
She began to sob softly. "Young Master..." "On
such a joyous day, why are you crying?" A deep reprimand rose.
I turned my head and saw that strange man, so strangely reprimanding me on my joyous day. I lazily raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?" What right did he have to act so arrogantly without any reason?
Little Sparrow gasped, hurriedly wiping away her tears. "Young Master, it was Little Sparrow's fault. On such a joyous day, Little Sparrow should be smiling."
I glanced at her. "All of you, leave." Holding the outer robe I was wrapped in, I slowly walked over to the man, toe to toe, and gently tilted my head back. "Are you my father?"
He was speechless.
"You are not." I smiled charmingly.
He was still speechless.
He pointed to his head, "Even though I'm crazy, who says a madman can't think?"
He suddenly roared, "Who said you're crazy?"
I shrugged indifferently, feeling my outer robe slip off my shoulder. I looked down and saw my bare, rounded shoulder exposed, covered with bite marks. I paused, recalling my wanton behavior last night, feeling a surge of heat rise to my cheeks.
Suddenly, my outer robe was pulled back.
I looked up and saw the man leaning down, his hands tightly gripping my collar. "You're not crazy, do you hear me? You're not crazy!"
He chuckled, "Crazy or not, who cares?" Did the person I cared about most even care? I gently patted his hand, "I'm going to the hot springs. Please ask Xiao Que to serve me." After he let go, I slowly walked away.
Entering the hot springs surrounded by spacious rooms, I threw off my only outer robe and stepped into the water. When the slightly hot water was about to reach my thighs, I reached out and touched the slippery medicine in my aching private area. Slightly surprised, I brought my finger to my nose, inhaling the fragrant scent of the medicine, and walked deeper into the spring. Why did it still hurt so much even after applying the medicine?
Was the injury that serious? Could it be that the greater the pleasure, the more painful it was afterwards?
Confused, I continued until the water reached below my nose, realizing I had gone a bit too deep. I rolled my eyes and turned back.
After bathing, I learned that my newlywed husband had left the valley early that morning due to an emergency at home. I didn't mind too much, and lazily left the newly built wedding courtyard, heading towards my old courtyard. Since my husband wasn't there, it was more comfortable to return to my own territory.
The days passed leisurely listening to Xiao Que read aloud. Before I knew it, I was being helped into summer clothes, realizing that summer had arrived.
"Yao'er, I'm back!" A young male voice called out. After Xiao Que had left, the blurry figure strode to my side. "I missed you so much." He bent down and kissed my lips.
Leaning back against a pillar, I huddled in my usual spot in the pavilion, letting my husband, who had been gone for three months, exercise his marital rights. I just didn't like the bitter taste that came with each touch. Only after he left my lips did I force a smile and ask, "Is everything alright at home?" He'd been gone so long; although I didn't mind, I still had to ask.
"Mother was sick," he said, sitting down beside me and putting his arm around me.
Looking down at the hand that had appeared on my chest, I asked softly, suppressing the urge to poison him.
He pulled me onto his lap, brushed my hair aside, and kissed my neck. "Thank you for the medicine, Father-in-law. I rushed back as soon as Mother recovered, afraid you'd worry."
I murmured, my hand clenching into a fist, the poison already swirling at my fingertips. I tried to silently recite the medical text Xiao Que had read to me earlier; otherwise, I would have given my husband all the most potent poisons for free.
A cool voice rang out from outside the pavilion, "Young Master, the master requests your presence."
My husband froze, and after a moment, he carried me back to my seat, giving me an apologetic smile. "I'll be right back." He kissed me and left.
I curled up quietly by the railing, licking my lips with my tongue, savoring the bitter taste, and wanted to laugh.
Suddenly, a large hand firmly covered my eyes.
The incredible warmth and faint herbal scent shocked me; this was no dream! I certainly hadn't drunk anything strange! "Father, Father..." My heart pounded violently. Could it be?
A deep, resonant voice filled with rage whispered in my ear, "You let him touch you!"
Chapter 3 (Part 2)
Trembling, I covered my mouth, unable to believe it really was my father! So happy, so happy! Even if it was just a hallucination, I was so happy I felt like I could fly. "Father—ah..." My body was roughly pulled up, my knees slammed into the cushion, my back and buttocks slammed into his broad, majestic chest.
"You are mine, Yao'er, you are mine!" A deep, resonant growl echoed in my ears. A large hand covered my eyes, while the other grasped my left breast. "All of you are mine!" A strong,
hard thigh thrust between my legs from behind, forcing me to spread them open, almost sitting on his lap. I grabbed the hand covering my eyes, trembling as I whispered, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
He bit my neck, painfully, yet strangely stimulating. "Yao'er, my darling, only I can touch you." His large hand moved downwards, lifting my skirt and sliding between my legs, rapidly teasing my sensitive clitoris.
I trembled violently, instinctively trying to escape the rapidly rising fervor, but my buttocks pressed against something hot and powerful. My heart warmed, and my whole body went limp. I understood what it was, and I understood what Daddy wanted to do. "Daddy, that time, it hurt so much." It wasn't a dream. The person who had spent the entire night of passion with me on our wedding night really was Daddy. So blissful… His long fingers slid repeatedly into my wet body, sucking and biting my ear, his tongue teasingly tracing my earlobe, his voice hoarse: “This time it won’t be like this, baby, relax, you’re so tight.”
I breathed heavily, my eyes, tightly covered, could only see darkness, yet it made my senses all over my body even more acute, as if flames were burning within me, the throbbing and rotating of his fingers inside me, the hard, long shaft rubbing against my buttocks, the surging pleasure, accompanied by an unbearable emptiness that began to swirl in my lower abdomen, “Daddy, I want it…” Involuntarily, I squeezed his thighs together, contracting the secret hole he had widened.
He groaned and withdrew his hand, “Open your legs wider, baby.” As I obediently opened my legs, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, his large hand grabbing my lower abdomen and lifting it upwards, his dangerously large male member pressing against my slit, shifting back and forth slightly, before forcefully pushing it inside.
A breath caught in my throat, and I trembled as I grabbed his sleeve, whispering, "It still hurts, Daddy, be gentle." It was so uncomfortable; the feeling of being forced to stretch and fill me up gave me the illusion that my lower body was being damaged, and the pleasurable sensation lessened considerably.
He guided my hands to grip the railing, his strong upper body pressing down on my back. One hand still covered my eyes, while the other slid under my skirt to tease the clitoris he had invaded. "Yao'er, relax, don't squeeze too tight, I can't get in."
I frowned, lowered my head, and whispered, "It hurts so much, Daddy, no more." Actually, there wasn't intense pain, but the unfamiliar, enormous filling made me unable to adapt. The muscles inside my private parts naturally contracted, trying to squeeze out that strange behemoth.
"Shh, sweetheart, don't be afraid of it, accept it." He kissed my neck, his hands gently pressing and rotating, constantly kneading the forced-open petals. "Slowly swallow it, don't worry."
I bit my lower lip, frowning as I felt myself slowly blooming under his soothing touch, letting that enormous, terrifyingly long stem slowly and deeply penetrate until it reached the deepest core, then it stopped pressing in.
It felt strange. I didn't remember the details of our wedding night, only that I felt both pain and joy. Now, with a clear mind, perceiving what was happening, I wasn't sure if I liked it. I released one hand from the railing, clutching my lower abdomen, and groaned, "Daddy, it's so full..." Filled to the brim and stretched so wide, I was a little scared, "Will it break?"
A deep, husky laugh filled my ear as he kissed my neck, chuckling, "You inherited my medical skills, how could you not understand matters of the heart?"
"Theory and practice are different." Rigid medical books wouldn't describe all the sensations and experiences of intercourse, how could I understand the details? "Daddy, shouldn't you move a little?" After a moment, having adjusted to the thick presence, the pleasure from my engorged tip finally caught my attention. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan, instinctively craving the wild, dazzling climax of my memories.
He chuckled softly, "Yao'er, I don't know whether to call you naive or complicated." His large hand covered my hand clutching my lower abdomen, powerfully lifting my lower body, and the massive penis, quietly buried inside me, slowly withdrew.
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the burning object withdraw, bringing with it a strange allure. Uncontrollably, my inner walls tightened, and I whispered, "Don't go, Daddy..." I clearly didn't like being stretched, so why did I feel such a strong craving as he left?
"I won't go," he promised, thrusting his powerful waist and slamming heavily into my soft
, tender inner core. "Ah..." My soul felt like it was being thrown away! I tried to pull away, but he held my hands and lower abdomen, forcing me to lean back to meet his thrusts. Each withdrawal followed by a deep slam, the heavy friction generating a different yet overwhelming pleasure, making me shake my head and cry out softly, "Daddy, it'll break..." How could my most tender part withstand such a fierce attack?
He moved close to my back, his hoarse voice filled with desire and deep affection, "Yao'er, Yao'er..." With each thrust, he called my name, making my heart pound wildly.
I don't know when, but my hands were gripping the railing. I slumped forward, almost collapsing. Sweat dampened the large hands above my eyes, while the strong, firm hands on my waist and abdomen held my lower body firmly. Desire surged and burned, the pleasure sharp and irresistible. I arched my back, already able to meet the thrusts with my back arched. "Mmm, Daddy, I love it, Daddy..." A dazzling, brilliant firework exploded in the darkness. Savage spasms made my whole body tense, welcoming wave after wave of intense pleasure.
My mind went blank, only the extreme physical pleasure lingering.
The thrusts from behind became uncontrollable, fierce and brutal. In the relentless, intense pleasure, I could only plead, not knowing whether to beg him to stop or to be more cruel. Everything was beyond my imagination. The exquisite, almost painful pleasure made me completely surrender, convulsing with the physical pleasure.
A low growl rose briefly, then a sharp bite sank into the back of my neck. I was forcefully pulled into a strong embrace behind me, held tightly, trembling violently.
Weak and powerless, I sat on his lap, feeling the hot, hard object inside me gradually soften. I hugged the strong arm around my waist, panting, "Daddy, Daddy..." He
seemed to realize he was biting me, and quickly loosened his teeth, turning to sucking and licking. "I'm sorry, Yao'er, I didn't mean to."
My head was spinning, but pleasure still raged through my limbs. I smiled softly, "Daddy, this isn't a dream, is it?"
The strong muscles pressing against my back suddenly twitched, and he held me even tighter. "No! Yao'er, this isn't a dream!" he roared hoarsely.
"Father, I love you."
He kissed and nibbled at my ear, whispering, "I love you too, Yao'er."
I felt so happy, and lazily yawned, nestled in his strong arms. Even though my body was sweaty and sticky, I didn't want to move an inch. "Hmm, what about my husband?" We're already married, and my current behavior is so against all propriety, it's obviously adultery.
He coldly snorted, "If he dares to touch you again, I'll kill him." With a gentle movement completely different from his tone, he carefully picked me up and withdrew from my body.
I unconsciously shrank back, hearing his low chuckle, "Sensitive little thing."
My face, which had slightly cooled, flushed again. I mumbled a reply, then suddenly squeezed my legs together in embarrassment, "Daddy, it's leaking." The hot liquid, no longer obstructed, overflowed, sliding down my legs, making me blush with shame.
"I'll take you to the hot springs." He covered my eyes with one hand, first adjusting our clothes with the other, then picked me up and leaped away.
The wind brushed my face, cool, and our bodies pressed together, burning hot.
I smiled contentedly, letting him continue to cover my eyes, nestled in his embrace.
"Yao'er, close your eyes." He gently coaxed me as he put me down.
I obediently closed my eyes, feeling him remove his hand, then cover my eyes with a silken ribbon, tying it in a knot behind my head. "Daddy, aren't we supposed to bathe?" A strange ritual.
He seemed to be in a good mood, chuckling softly, "Yes, so I need both hands to help you change."
My face flushed. As my clothes gradually came off, I felt uneasy and shy, but the thought that he was watching me made me happy and proud as I straightened my posture. "Father, Father." Not wanting to recall the neglected past, I smiled, feeling so happy when I felt his long fingers touch my bare skin.
"Hmm?" His voice was hoarse when I was completely exposed. "Yao'er, you're so beautiful." He took my hand in his large hand and guided it to his clothes. "Help me."
I loved the praise in his voice, loved his undisguised desire for me. I stood on tiptoe, fumbling for the buttons on his clothes, unbuttoning them one by one. I spread my fingers and pressed them against his well-defined, strong chest muscles. I chuckled, "First time touching Daddy." I leaned in and kissed him, then kissed him again. "I love Daddy so much, I love him so much." I stuck out my playful tongue and licked his warm skin, tasting the salty sweat. I tilted my head back. "Kiss me, Daddy."
"Little vixen." He chuckled as he kissed me, his large hands cupping my breasts, kneading them intimately, and even pressing and rotating my nipples with his thumbs. I
gasped, opening my mouth to let him feed me his tongue, dancing and entwining. The sweet taste intertwined with the pleasure in my chest, making me unconsciously move closer to him.
“No, your task isn’t finished yet, little one.” He licked my lips with his tongue, enticing my tongue to play with his. “Hmm, you learn quickly, little one.” He hummed softly, pulling me close and sucking my tongue deeply.
The tingling pleasure made me tremble, the direct contact with his strong, hot skin excited me, and I writhed against him repeatedly, frantically tearing at his remaining clothes. “Daddy, Daddy…” The lust that had just subsided was reignited, and I longed to relive that intoxicating pleasure.
“Don’t rush, little darling.” He chuckled hoarsely, holding my hand. “Untie this first.” He reached for his waistband. I
writhed against him, my body burning with desire, and gently bit his breast. As he guided me to untie his pants, my hand accidentally slipped onto his semi-erect member, startling me. I instinctively lowered my head, but the ribbon covering my eyes obscured everything. “Daddy?”
“Pleasure me, my good girl.” He took my hand and grasped his dormant dragon.
The soft, fleshy shaft intrigued and amused me. "Daddy, how can I please you?" This was the first time he had asked me to do anything for him, which flattered me. I was eager to achieve his goal and earn his praise.
"Hold it tight and move it up and down." His kisses rained down on my head.
I focused on his instructions, bringing my hands together to grasp the soft yet still large shaft, rubbing it up and down. When I heard his satisfied groan and felt the long object in my hands gradually harden and swell, I suddenly felt my mouth go dry, and the desire in my lower abdomen intensified. "Daddy, is this how it is?"
"Very well done." He chuckled, his large hands cupping my breasts, slowly teasing them. "Look, your little nipples are hard too. My good child is so sensitive."
"Daddy." I cried out in protest. How could I concentrate on my hands when he was teasing me like this?
He laughed and pushed my hands away, picking me up in one swift motion. "Let's change positions." When he put me down, he carefully guided me to kneel, then took my hands and returned to his desire.
In the pitch black, I couldn't see anything, only feel him sit down. I was kneeling between his spread legs, my face slightly flushed, wondering what it would be like if the blindfold were removed. Just as these thoughts began to wander, my chin was pinched, my mouth involuntarily opening as two long, slender fingers were inserted.
"Suck it, Yao'er," he commanded gently.
Somewhat hesitant, I complied anyway. As I sucked, a strange heat rose within me. Those two fingers weren't behaving themselves, exploring my mouth and playing with my tongue, forcing me to grasp his wrist to properly suckle. His
large hand cupped the back of my head, his low, husky voice filled with desire, "Try sucking this one." With that, the hand behind my head pressed my head down, the fingers in my mouth were removed, and another large, smooth, hot, round object pressed against my lips, which hadn't yet closed, and poured inside.
At first, I didn't know what it was. My mouth was forced open as wide as possible to accommodate that unfamiliar, thick rod, and my hands unconsciously gripped the hard body of it. Only then did I realize that it was my father's penis! My
mind exploded. The strong male scent filled my mouth, drawing out copious amounts of saliva. Unable to close my mouth and swallow, it could only slide down my chin. I was both ashamed and scared, not knowing what to do.
Gently rubbing my scalp, my father soothed me in a low voice, "Yao'er, suck it like you suck my finger, try."
How could it be the same? This thing is so big, it can't even compare to a finger! I frowned, struggling to swallow and spit it out. Just as I was about to bite it, my father gently patted my head.
"Ugh, don't bite it, Yao'er, just use your tongue," my father groaned.
It sounded like my father liked it? Confused, I sucked as hard as I could, rubbing my hands together as before. I had tried to please my father, but as the object in my mouth grew larger and larger, I gave up and pulled back, spitting it out. "Daddy, it's too big, I can't hold it." My cheeks ached so much I kept rubbing them.
My father's deep laughter was hoarse. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up. "Yao'er's little mouth is so sweet." He kissed me, his tongue sliding and caressing my mouth, making me dizzy for a while before I realized I was facing my father, straddling his strong thighs, my slightly hot spring water reaching below my chest.
After that, my father didn't say anything more, but his large hands roamed over my body, his thin lips and tongue exploring my entire upper body, finally taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and gently biting it with his teeth.
Holding his head, I unconsciously arched my back and thrust my chest forward, moaning softly as I writhed. The hot spring water flowed over the sensitive area between my spread legs, and the back-and-forth friction of my father's hot, hard member washed over me, a sweet pleasure washing over my entire body, making me feel so happy.
"So delicate, it turns red so easily from just a bite," my father praised me in a low, husky voice, taking turns caressing my swollen breasts before pressing down on my back, letting me rub against his strong chest. "Little darling, do you want it?"
Feeling the constantly overflowing wetness being dangerously pressed against by his hot, enormous member, I giggled and twisted my waist. "Daddy, I want it, but I don't like the feeling of going in." It was very stimulating, but pleasure was often triggered by the stimulation of the clitoris. Filling and thrusting were too fierce, with intense pleasure, but I still preferred the gentle temptation.
Father chuckled softly, "You naughty child, do you think Father is too lenient?" As he spoke, his large hand slid down my back, rubbing against my sensitive buttocks, causing me to moan softly. He then explored the petals that had been pressed, pressing down on both sides and opening them apart. "This time, I'll be slower."
I hugged his broad shoulders tightly, burying my face in the hollow of his shoulder that exuded a strong masculine scent. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his thick, hard penis slowly penetrated me, stretching and expanding me to its limit. I couldn't help but moan softly, my buttocks trying to pull back, but he held me down with his other large hand. That hand kept sliding his middle finger back and forth between my buttocks, making me tremble uncontrollably as I was forced to accept his intrusion.
"Mmm, it's too deep, Daddy, no more..." My heart was pounding so fast, and I whispered, "It's holding, no more..." This time, even as the large head of his penis reached the deepest part of my core, it didn't stop, still trying to rotate and squeeze deeper.
A tingling, pleasurable sensation pierced my lower abdomen instantly, and I cried out, arching my slender waist violently and leaning back. "Daddy, don't go in any further..." It was so painful, my toes curled up, that uncomfortable yet pleasurable feeling... "Daddy..." Just at the moment I was penetrated, I reached an unbelievable climax, whimpering and trembling violently, "Daddy, Daddy..."
"Shh, shh, my good Yao'er, isn't it very comfortable?" He finally stopped his further intrusion, gently embracing me, his deep voice soothing me with restraint, kissing my tear-streaked face, "So tight, so hot and wet, Yao'er makes me feel very comfortable too."
My nails dug into his back muscles, and I tried to resist the terrible pleasure, "Daddy, it's swollen..." The feeling of being filled terrified me.
"Oh? Is it here?" He pressed one hand on my buttocks and the other slid to my lower abdomen, suddenly pressing inward maliciously.
"Ah... Daddy..." The painful pleasure pierced me like sharp needles, and I frantically tried to pull at his wrist. "No, Daddy, don't press there..." It made me feel like I was going to lose control of my bladder, it was so painful.
He finally released me and instead held my slender waist. "I won't press, Yao'er, try moving yourself." As he spoke, he slowly lifted me up and pressed me down again.
An amazing pleasure and a deeper desire surged up, and I clung to his shoulders, trying to follow his hand's guidance to lift my hips and sit down again. Daddy's huge member was connected to my little hole so tightly that even the slightest movement would cause intense pleasure. I groaned and rested my forehead on his broad shoulder. "Daddy, mmm, Daddy..."
"Do you like it?" He turned his face to kiss me.
"I like it, slowly, I like it so much..." I murmured honestly, twisting my waist, enjoying the slow passion.
"But Daddy likes it faster." He chuckled hoarsely, and suddenly lifted his waist and thrust upwards with force.
I gasped in horror, almost choking. "No, Father, I don't want to..." Such intense movements, I can't take it.
"What you want, baby," he chuckled, gripping my waist. "Hold on tight, Yao'er." No longer letting me play slowly, he began to thrust forcefully upwards, each stroke forcibly squeezing into the soft, forcibly opened crevice of my heart, making me shake my head and moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain. The unbearable,
dazzling pleasure bordered on savagery, tears streaming down my face. No matter how tightly I clung to his shoulders, I was thrown up and down by his thrusts, my buttocks pressed down to meet his pounding. I couldn't dodge, I could only passively endure his increasingly brutal thrusts. "I can't take it anymore, Father, please..." I cried and begged, "I can't take it anymore, Father..."
The heavy impacts, the rough friction, the gurgling of water, the violent collision of skin against skin, my unbearable sobs, his ecstatic growls—everything began to run wild, the rich scent of lust lingering in the air.
His fierce thrusts, his large hands gripping my waist tightly, almost suffocating me. "Do you want it? Baby, tell me, do you want it?" he growled through clenched teeth.
I was beyond thinking; the brutal pleasure bordered on pain. I shook my head, sobbing uncontrollably, "Yes, Daddy, I want it..." What did I want? I didn't know. My body was being manipulated out of control, blindly chasing the unknown end. "Daddy, spare me, I can't take it anymore, ahh..." I wanted it, yet feared I would collapse before receiving that ultimate reward. Everything he gave me was too intense!
"Not yet." He cruelly refused through gritted teeth, suddenly releasing his grip, finding my engorged clitoris, and flicking it hard with his fingers.
Scream! A massive orgasm exploded. In that instant, my soul seemed to transcend, losing all connection, leaving only the endless, sharp excitement and pleasure coursing through my body. Every muscle contracted and relaxed, contracted again, almost spasming. In the midst of terrifying pleasure, I could still clearly feel my father's almost cruel thrusts into my convulsing vagina, one after another, fast and forceful.
Just as my mind was about to dissipate in the climax, my father roared and pressed tightly against my genitals, trembling violently.
Hot liquid was shot into my body, and I collapsed limply against my father's strong body, gasping for breath. "Father, Father, will I get pregnant?" My mind was still blank, the numbing pleasure rendering me unable to move, yet these words inexplicably escaped my lips.
His voice, hoarse and languid with satisfaction, slowly caressed my back. "I've thought it through. Will you have a child for me?"
With my eyes closed, I felt the hard, large member slowly soften within my uncontrollably throbbing vagina. I loosened my taut hands and slowly mimicked his movements, stroking his well-defined chest. When I touched his nipple and heard his muffled groan, I smiled mischievously. "Daddy likes it here too, doesn't he?" I teased, repeatedly fiddling with it, even gently scratching it with my fingernails.
His breathing was still uneven, but he held me, letting me play with him. "I like it wherever you touch me."
I laughed sweetly, shifting my waist, then frowned when I felt a soreness. "Daddy's bullying me! You said we'd take it slow." In the end, he was like a wild beast.
He lowered his head and licked the corner of my lips, his smile hoarse. "I asked if you wanted it, and you said yes."
...How cunning! A question asked at a time like that counts? I clenched my fist and punched him, "You're so annoying."
He chuckled happily, "Yao'er's little cunt feels so good, I really want you to suck it like this for a lifetime."
Realizing I was still straddling his strong waist and abdomen, my private parts swallowing my father's penis, I blushed with shame, but still bravely said, "If Father likes it, I'll suck it for a lifetime." Such shameful and wanton words, if it weren't for my father, I wouldn't be able to say them at all, right?
He hummed, obviously very satisfied, "Yao'er, I love you."
He lifted my chin and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and caressed, and I happily hugged his neck.
Suddenly, Qinglong's cool voice came from the air: "Master."
"Hmm?" He lazily kissed my upturned snow neck, without even moving.
I became nervous, it sounded like Qinglong was outside the hot spring room, and I couldn't help but push my father.
Qinglong's voice was utterly calm: "The young master is searching everywhere for his son."
His large hand, which had been gently caressing my breasts, suddenly tightened. He bit my throat, and only released me after I let out a soft moan, licking my throat with his tongue. "Put the medicine in, send that girl over, lock them up for two months, then release them."
"Yes." Qinglong left.
I covered his hand, which had relaxed on my breasts, and said softly, "We can't lock them up forever, can we?" After all, he was my husband in name only.
Father's voice turned cold, "Are you heartbroken?"
I was slightly surprised; I couldn't believe my father's tone had a hint of jealousy… "Father, that man was the husband you chose for me. The title is there; it's not a matter of whether I mind or not." Hmm, my jealous father is so cute! I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his waist, press myself against his warm chest, and giggle.
He scoffed mockingly, "Killing someone in Chuyun Valley is as easy as turning my hand. So what if he's your husband? Anyone who dares to have designs on you should die."
...My lips twitched. I considered for a moment, then decided not to repeat who had chosen the man. I simply rested my head against his shoulder and said lazily, "Whatever."
He remained silent, then suddenly lifted my chin, seemingly observing my nonchalant expression. "Yao'er...you really are like me, cold-blooded to the point of being unreadable."
I shrugged indifferently, unable to discern whether it was praise or criticism. "I don't care about anyone but Father." This was a cold-hearted nature cultivated since childhood; the more unattainable something is, the more I desire it. If Father had shown me more care when I was young, perhaps I wouldn't be so infatuated with him now.
He fell silent, only placing one gentle kiss after another on my forehead. "Yao'er, my darling, I was so foolish, wronging you for so many years."
I chuckled slowly. "Father, it's not wronging, you love me, don't you?" As long as he loved me, everything in the past could be ignored; the present was the most important. I wouldn't look to the future or dwell on the past; grasping the present was enough.
His tender kisses landed on my forehead, his deep voice like fine wine, "I love you, Yao'er."
[The End]

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