Xiaoyao Ji

I knew of Chuyun Valley in the martial arts world. It wasn't as isolated as I'd imagined; it was actually quite interconnected. The flowers and herbs growing there were rare and precious medicinal plants, and my father, the legendary master of Chuyun Valley—respectfully called the Holy Lord of Chuyun—possessed unparalleled medical skills that everyone envied. It was said he could bring the dead back to life and the living back to life; his reputation was widespread. Every year, countless people sought medical help at Chuyun Valley, but none could find their way in. More people died trapped in the Bagua Xuanji Formation than from the virus… Yet, the few who were casually healed by my father raved about the master's power, attracting even more people and causing even more deaths… In my eyes, my father's ability to harm far outweighed his healing abilities. But regardless, he remained the most powerful and remarkable man in my eyes, the type I most wanted to become, my ultimate life goal. In Chuyun Valley, the family has a single-lineage system for generations; both sons and daughters inherit the surname Yuchi. I think my father actually wanted a son, which is why he ignored me from a young age. Rumor has it that my father had no interest in my mother whatsoever; she was an unmarried woman who became pregnant before marriage, and died in childbirth, leaving me as his only child—a purely fictitious offspring to him. Opening my eyes, I saw a hazy world, the air fresh, filled with the melodious chirping of birds. "You're awake!" A deep, unfamiliar, hoarse voice filled with extreme surprise, followed by a large, cold hand on my forehead. Frowning, I calmly turned my head towards 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, their 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 or leave my Xiaoyao Residence at will. Go and fetch Xiao Que, and I'll forgive your punishment." The air seemed suffocating. After a while, he straightened his tall frame and walked out the door. Somewhat puzzled, I waited until a hazy red figure entered the doorway before lazily saying, "Xiao Que?" My eyesight seemed to have suddenly deteriorated significantly compared to before I went to sleep, but I didn't care. Whether she lived or died didn't matter. A clear female voice sounded strange and cautious. "Young Master, are you awake?" The question was odd. I closed my eyes slightly annoyed. "Help me wash up. I'm hungry." She hesitated for a moment, then came up to help me get up and change my clothes, and then helped me wash my face and comb my long hair. Quietly letting her serve me, I lowered my eyes and clenched my weak fists. "Am I sick?" My whole body felt weak 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 at the pavilion." Although I didn't like it, it was still my own body, and I would suffer 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 memory was a bit confused. Xiao Que's voice was hoarse, with a sob, "Young Master, don't you remember? When you were brought back, you were barely alive. If it weren't for Master's efforts to save you, you would probably be..." I turned my face, 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 was rarely seen, saved me, didn't he? “Young Master…” She sobbed, her tone becoming cautious again, “Did you have a fight with Master?” A surprised smile curved 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, I saw the strange man standing at the door, the one who had been sitting by my bedside earlier. “Who is he? The doctor from outside the valley?” How ridiculous! There is no one in the world with better medical skills than Father. Why would he invite someone from outside the valley to treat me? Xiao Que suddenly turned to look at me. “Young Master, you—” The man at the door 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 at the door fell silent, then slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back. As he approached, I slowly tilted my head back, noticing how tall he was, 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?" I smiled knowingly. "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 and turned to Xiao Que, hesitating for a moment before asking, "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 large step back. My pupils contracted, remembering how my father always quickly backed away whenever I approached. My heart ached. Not wanting to think about it anymore, 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 dark figures suddenly appear, 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, my father must be here! Unable to hide 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. Slightly disappointed, I should have known better than to approach my father. He probably just sent Qinglong and the others to check on me. They 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 see, I slowly walked away. "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. 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. You… have met me before," he said in a low voice, sitting on the stone chair furthest from me. I chuckled slightly, leaning against a 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. 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 without my noticing. He reached out, hesitated, 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.My throat felt like it was stuck in a stone. "I'm sorry." I wasn't interested in talking to him. I sat lazily 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, furthest away from me, his face facing me. "Yes." I took a deep breath and 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 was slow and strained. My mood instantly brightened. I rested my chin on my hand and turned my head away. I really wanted 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, forcing a mocking smile. "He won't see me." No matter how much I chased after him, he wouldn't even give me a glimpse of his back. Even the peculiar medicinal scent he exuded 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, "If you go out, 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." 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 fortune." I 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 of my birth? 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 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. Besides him, 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, closing my eyes and sinking into a meditative state. Just as my soul was about to float out of my body, a large hand 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, then a cool sensation, a low sigh lingering at the corner of my mouth, "Yao'er..." My drowsy mind jolted awake. The peculiar herbal scent lingering in my nostrils was one I'd smelled in the Crimson Purple Palace; Xiao Hu had said it was Father's unique aroma. Father?! I jerked my eyes open in surprise: "Father..." In the empty pavilion, besides me, only the strange man at the farthest end stood. A deep sense of loss made my heart clench, aching with pain. I glanced at the strange man facing me, forcing a smile, feeling 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'd never had the chance to know. I turned my head away dejectedly, my heart heavy with unbearable melancholy. The man at the other end suddenly 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 my 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, how could he heed the advice of his so-called friend and come to see me? My illness was cured by my father; since I regained consciousness, he has never visited me even once. 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 when someone stepped into the pavilion, I straightened up and turned my head sharply. Only the strange man and the four men, including Qinglong in black, were in the pavilion. I chuckled, leaning softly against a pillar, unable to suppress my laughter. As the laughter faded, I lowered my long eyelashes and whispered, "Please don't give me 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 stayed by my side, never leaving, even sharing a table with me on New Year's Eve. Could he really be Father's friend? I smiled blankly. "Please tell Father I want to leave the valley." Forget it, forget it. What was I thinking? I'll just abandon everything myself, so Father won't waste food feeding this useless daughter. The strange man, who had been far away, suddenly growled as I uttered my wish: "I forbid it!" I chuckled, a forced smile. "You're not my father." If 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 suddenly spoke in a low, angry voice. My heart clenched. I knew my smile was ugly and forced. "Don't help me deceive myself." Father... he will definitely let me leave, he will... In the deep of night, I was suddenly awakened by something. A soft object pressed against my lips, gently yet firmly caressing them. A deep, helpless sigh brushed against my lips again and again, "Yao'er, Yao'er, what am I going to do with you..." Was I dreaming again? Dreaming of something that could never happen? For a moment, I was dazed. I opened my eyes, and only to find a huge hand covering my eyes in complete darkness. "Father, Father..."As I spoke, I tightly closed my eyes. Even if it was a dream, could I please not wake up? I didn't want to taste the pain of a broken heart again. The faint scent of herbs lingered, and a low 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 had heard. Shock, disbelief, utter astonishment! But... such a sweet, blissful stream surged through my aching heart. I was overjoyed! "Yao'er, I will never let you leave me again." The vow-like whisper made me want to cry with joy. Wet tears slid from the corners of my tightly closed eyes, moistening my large hands. I gripped the blankets tightly, choking back a laugh. "This dream, it's so beautiful." So beautiful that I couldn't believe it. His deep voice was slightly choked, "I'm sorry, Yao'er, I'm so sorry." Warm kisses landed haphazardly on my nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. At that moment, I heard my blood surging violently in my veins, and I felt a little dizzy. "Father, do you want me?" The fear buried in my heart for 18 years burst out. His low sigh was heavy as smoke: "I love you." I was in a good mood, incredibly good. Everyone who saw me would involuntarily freeze, but I didn't care. I felt like I was floating, unreal yet so beautiful. So I nestled in the study, which I hadn't been to in a long time, and had Xiao Que read to me. Perhaps because of my state of mind, I had memorized a book in less than half an hour and even grasped a new technique. Holding a warm teacup, I smiled and ignored Xiao Que's blurry face that kept looking at me while she read. When Xiao Wu brought the medicine, I stood there for a long time before softly saying, "Young Master smiled." Touching his tender face, I smiled gently. "Is that so?" After drinking the medicine, I noticed 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 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." My eyes darted around 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 are you wasting 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 long while, he finally said softly, "You had a good dream?" My slightly narrowed eyes flickered, and I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. "Yes." It was the best dream I'd ever had, making me so happy. I'd just opened my eyes to see dawn and was already hoping for nightfall 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 demand 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 excited 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. 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. A sour, melancholic feeling settled in my heart, and I didn't know why. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand. A long-forgotten sense of depression had returned, this time without any reason. As a daughter, I was destined to marry, so why did I feel unhappy, even disgusted, about my father's decision? Confusion and depression 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. When I saw 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 expected absence. I took my seat and glanced at the few blurry figures below. The hall was silent; no one spoke.Watch movies online for free 24 hours a day. I was lost in thought, pondering the gloom in my heart. I had never tasted such a feeling before, and I couldn't know the reason, nor could I pull myself out of this rut. The hall remained quiet until I finally snapped out of it and realized that everyone was facing me, without saying a word. I narrowed my eyes slightly. Why were they looking at me like that? 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 fell in love with Father before marrying him. At least one person should fall in love with me first before I marry, right?" "This should be a basic condition for marriage. I can not love my husband, because Father doesn'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... Never mind," I said slowly, a slight smile playing on my lips. "Just kidding. The men Father chooses 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 husband candidates were chosen, and the wedding was scheduled for the end of the year. "Yao'er," the young man called, getting very close. I looked up at his tall, thin figure, but his indistinct face left me feeling nothing. He looked down at me for a while, then lowered his head and gently kissed my lips. I blinked, and tasting the bitterness, I pushed him away. "Please wait." "The taste is wrong." He was startled as I pushed him back a large step. "Yao'er?" His voice was too young, not 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 over, clutching his abdomen. I looked up in surprise at his abrupt movement, only to realize that I seemed to have unknowingly added poison to his hand and handed it to him... Could this be 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, right?" His tone was calm. "The Valley Master doesn't want you to marry him, so he chose me as your husband, is that right?" Slowly, I raised my hand to touch my lips, as if recalling the tender kiss in that beautiful dream. The faint, peculiar herbal scent lingered in my nostrils, along with the powerful warmth and the deep, resonant sigh… God, I've fallen for Father? My heart pounded in chaos, 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 stemmed from the fact that I would belong to someone else—all because of Father. My life seems forever inseparable from Father. I smiled mockingly, lifting my eyes. "Nothing, I'm just not used to it yet." He was quite calm. "You know, you're beautiful. When you smile because of something you remember, you're stunningly beautiful, like a little woman in love." "So what?" I smiled sarcastically. "I will be your wife." "I felt a bit tired and ridiculous. Father, Father, I've been entangled with you my whole life, unable to break free. I willingly allowed myself to be bound, and he didn't seem tired of it. I thought I was being foolish. My longing for fatherly love had turned into affection. How could this be? When did this subtle change in my mind occur? Fatherly love is absolutely unattainable, and affection is something I should no longer hope for. I decided to give up. So I peacefully let my future husband accompany me, even though my mind was increasingly wandering uncontrollably. In the end, 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 that the imprisonment of my mind was almost painful. I've fallen for someone I can't love, I've fallen for someone I can never have. Is this my bad luck or a joke played by fate? I especially cherish that one and only absurd dream: Father's kiss, Father's hand, Father's breath, Father's voice. At that time, I was so happy I was intoxicated. Dreams, after all, are all false." My eyesight is getting worse and worse. I know it's psychological; a 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 world's vibrant colors, or the truth of everything. I've become numb, apathetic, even losing the ability to taste the temperature of my tea. It's somewhat 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, a cold hand swiftly pulling 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 Father's good friend, would I be a little closer to him? Too bad I don't have that luck." He hesitated, then stepped back. Seeing my fingers, red from being wiped dry, I shook them and smiled casually, "Strange, why do I still feel cold?" I can't even tell the temperature of the 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 bored. If I tell him about my situation, will he tell Father? What will Father think? Will he ignore it or take it seriously? I'm about to get married; is playing this game of testing too naive or a desperate gamble? Smiling, I lowered my eyes, "I can't feel it." I flicked the steaming tea leaves, "It should be hot." This time, he immediately grabbed my hand to take my pulse. He frowned at my icy temperature. "A heart ailment, even my father can't cure it." I was too stubborn; I'd unknowingly played the incestuous game, reaping what I sowed. The fact that my father hadn't come after he left didn't bother me. What difference would one more blow make? I was getting married soon; what was 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 softly on the bed, feeling a strange, burning desire surging deep within me. My almost numb body became sensitive, so sensitive that even the calluses on his palms brushing against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I laughed in surprise—there was an aphrodisiac in the nuptial wine? My body is immune to all poisons, but aphrodisiacs… which bastard classified aphrodisiacs as something other than poison? A mocking smile curved 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. So what could I do? I'd already given up. What more could I want? I chuckled, raised my arm, and wrapped it around 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?” "Crackling sounds, my heart shattered. Chapter Three (Part 1) The drug's effects were stronger than I expected. The flames rose higher and higher, and I couldn't bear the heat. 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. All my struggles were 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 thin lips, rubbing and licking haphazardly. I seemed to hear deep laughter and muffled groans." Then my body relaxed, and I was placed on the bed, covered with something that concealed even my face. I frowned, and before I could break free of the restraints, 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 mixed with wine. I climbed onto his broad shoulders, feeling the powerful, almost burning warmth, my nails digging into his hot skin. I groaned, "Father..." A large hand tightly covered my eyes. The kiss was fierce and intense, our lips and tongues intertwined until they hurt, but the saliva tasted like honey, making me thirsty, desperately seeking that intoxicating flavor, but in the warm, wet...I let out a soft moan as he suckled on her breasts, arching my back, my breath quickening. The sharp pleasure couldn't mask the burning desire; instead, it left an emptiness, a longing to be filled, to be forcefully satisfied. I writhed, not in struggle, but in submission, the moans that escaped my lips pleading, "Daddy, Daddy..." So painful, so pleasurable, so agonizing, yet so joyful—contradictory feelings swirled and struggled 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 slid down, into my most intimate and shy place. When long, slender fingers teased a spot I'd never known before, an overwhelming surge of pleasure overwhelmed me, causing my entire body to tense violently, trembling so deeply I could barely breathe. His large hand covered my eyes tightly, his hot breath moved to my ear, and he gently sucked on my earlobe, accompanied by a hoarse murmur: "Yao'er, my Yao'er, my baby..." My body felt as if it had been emptied, a blissful emptiness. I slumped down, feeling his strong body pressing against my softness, feeling a sense of inadequacy, yet not knowing what was missing. Such immense pleasure, what more could I want? "Daddy, I want more..." A low, hoarse sigh, "Yao'er, I love you, I love you, do you know?" My heart was filled with joy, but the needs of my body made me want to cry. I tried to wriggle against his strong body, but the discomfort surged again. I frowned, helplessly raising my hand to cover my eyes with the large hand covering them. "Daddy, 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 low sigh accompanied the movement of nimble fingers. I tightened my lower abdomen, moaning and twisting my slender waist, "Daddy, Daddy..." My hands gripped his wrists, all my attention focused on the small, delicate bead he was repeatedly kneading, "Mmm, mmm, I love it so much, Daddy..." That kind of pleasure, a pleasure that corroded my mind, was intoxicating and soul-consuming. A muffled groan was like the roar of a wild beast, and the smooth, hot, huge, round, hard object intimately pressed against my wet entrance, its light and heavy friction and probing making me strangely yearn for something new amidst the pleasure, "Daddy, what is that? It's so strange, mmm." I tried to close my legs, but could only futilely clamp his strong waist, remaining open for his light touches and heavy kisses. A deep, husky laugh, deep and sensual, rang out. "That's me." My mind, still hazy, couldn't process anything. As the heat from his fingers washed over me again, I arched my back, my mouth trembling as I tried to call out for unparalleled pleasure. But the teasing abruptly stopped, and long, slender fingers dangerously pressed against the moist, warm crevice below, 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. His deep voice was slightly unsteady. "Bear with it, Yao'er. You're too small; you'll get hurt." I didn't understand, only instinctively disliking the feeling of being violated. Subconsciously, I contracted my inner muscles, trying to push it out. I heard a low, husky male moan, then a rough thumb pressed back onto my sensitive nipple, soothingly kneading and rotating. The easing comfort 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 annoyance, "Daddy, I don't..." Before I could finish speaking, that sensitive spot was suddenly intensely stimulated, the fingers inside me were withdrawn, and replaced by the previously large object pressing tightly against the explored crevice. 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 my most disoriented moment, a terrifying force pierced through my body, tearing me apart and making me scream. My whole body stiffened instantly, and as I slowly regained consciousness, I felt the massive dragon filling my deepest depths, 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. "Daddy..." 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 me 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 bit, 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. "Daddy, it hurts, um..." I bit my lower lip and twisted slightly, not knowing what I wanted. "I'll satisfy you, my Yao'er." He chuckled softly, his large hand stroking my hips as he forcefully lifted them, beginning to thrust slowly and then violently into the long member buried within me. He withdrew shallowly, then plunged in again, a strange, tingling pleasure rapidly building from my lower body. A frenzied ecstasy surged from the deepest, softest part of my being tossed about, rising to my head, an intense excitement that almost numbed my entire being. "Ah... Daddy, slower, Daddy..." Unfamiliar with being supported and swayed by the large hand beneath me, I groaned, uttering words I didn't even understand, my hands tightly gripping the hand above my eyes, almost going mad. The intense, lewd scent of lust filled the air, the sounds of slapping mingling with the gurgling of water. Everything was so wanton, yet I couldn't resist, greedily savoring it, waiting for wave after wave of stimulation to erupt, until the final moment, a savage, death-like 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 thrust into several times by a rapid, heavy impact, followed by a surge of scalding heat washing over my body. Then I was tightly embraced by a sweaty, magnificent male body. "Yao'er, Yao'er, I love you, I love you so much, do you know that?" The low, hoarse voice carried a strange sob. I covered my eyes with the large hand and forced a weak yet sweet smile. "I love you too, Father." When I awoke, everything around me was shrouded in darkness—it was the bridal chamber. My body ached yet felt incredibly satisfied. I slowly sat up, looking down at my naked body, no longer snow-white, but a grayish-brown mixture, as the sheets slipped down. I forced a cute smile. "Young Master." Xiao Que led a group of maids in, all gasping in unison before rushing forward to help me. "Heavens! Doesn't the young master know how to be gentle with a woman? He's tormented you like this!" Xiao Que angrily wrapped me in a large robe, then turned and ordered the maids to carry the sedan chair into the house so she could take me directly to the bathing hot spring. "I can still walk." My smile was somewhat unsteady. I felt like I was really going crazy. Was it the aphrodisiac that made me mistakenly believe that the man I had indulged in all night was my father, or had my mind gone mad and subjectively identified my husband as my father? Little Sparrow followed beside me, matching my slow pace, and asked worriedly, "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; every step I took caused a tearing pain in the deeply imprinted area. "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. "You may all 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 silent. "You are not." I smiled charmingly. He was still silent. 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?" He shrugged indifferently, feeling his robe slip off his shoulder. He lowered his head and saw his bare, rounded shoulders exposed.The bite marks covering my face startled me. Recalling my wanton behavior last night, I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. Suddenly, my outer robe was pulled shut. I looked up to see the man leaning down, his hands tightly gripping my collar. "You're not crazy, do you hear me? You're not crazy!" I 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 have Xiao Que come and serve me." After he released me, I slowly walked away. Entering the hot springs, which were surrounded by spacious rooms, I discarded my only 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 on my aching private area. Slightly surprised, I brought my fingers to my nose, smelling the fragrant medicine. I walked deeper into the spring. Why did it still hurt so much even after the medicine was applied? Was the injury that serious? Was it because the greater the pleasure, the more painful it was afterward? Confused, I continued bathing until the water reached below my nose, realizing I'd gone a bit too deep. I rolled my eyes and turned back. After bathing, I learned my newlywed husband had left the valley early that morning due to an emergency at home. I wasn't too bothered, 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. Days passed leisurely listening to Xiao Que read aloud. Before I knew it, I was being helped into summer clothes, realizing 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 curled up in my usual spot in the pavilion, letting my husband, who had been missing for three months, exercise his rights as a husband. I just didn't like the bitter taste that came with each of his touches. Only after he left my lips did I smile and ask, "Is everything alright at home?" I hadn't minded being gone for so long, but I still had to ask. "Mother was ill." He sat down beside me and put his arm around me. Looking down at the hand that had appeared on my chest, I asked softly, suppressing the urge to poison him, staring at the hand's kneading motion. He pulled me onto his lap, brushed my hair aside to kiss 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 all the most potent poisons to my husband for free. A cool voice rang out from outside the pavilion, "Young Master, the master requests your presence." My husband's movements froze immediately. After a moment, he carried me back to my seat, smiling apologetically, "I'll be right back." He kissed me and left. Quietly curled up by the fence, I licked my lips, 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 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 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 hitting the cushion, my back and buttocks slamming 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 as if I were sitting on his lap. I grabbed the large hand covering my eyes, trembling as I whispered, "Daddy, what are you doing?" He bit my neck, a painful bite that brought a strange stimulation. "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 dodge the rapidly surging fervor, but my buttocks, which I tried to pull back, pressed against something hot and strong. My heart warmed, and my whole body went limp. I understood what it was, and I understood what Father wanted to do. "Father, that time, it hurt so much." It wasn't a dream. The person who had spent the whole night of passion with me on our wedding night really was Father. So happy... His long fingers slid repeatedly into my wet body. He sucked and nibbled at my ear, his tongue teasingly tracing my earlobe, and he said hoarsely, "This time it won't be like that, baby. Relax, you're so tight." I breathed heavily, my eyes, which were tightly covered, could only see darkness, but this made all my senses even more acute. It felt like there was a fire burning inside me. The fingers inside me were moving and rotating, and the hard, long stem was rubbing against my buttocks. The pleasure surged and rolled, accompanied by an unbearable emptiness that began to swirl in my lower abdomen. "Father, I want it..." I unconsciously squeezed his thighs together, contracting the secret hole he had expanded. 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 pressed against my slit, shifting back and forth slightly before forcefully pushing in. 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 entire lower body was being damaged, and the pleasurable sensation immediately 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, Daddy, no more." Actually, there wasn't intense pain, just the unfamiliar, enormous filling made me uncomfortable. The muscles inside my private parts naturally contracted, trying to squeeze out that strange behemoth. "Shh, good baby, don't be afraid of it, accept it." He kissed my neck, stroking my hands as they pressed and rotated nimbly, constantly rubbing down on the forced-open petals. "Slowly swallow it, don't worry." I bit my lower lip, frowning as I slowly bloomed under his soothing touch, letting that terrifyingly large stem slowly and deeply penetrate until it reached the deepest core, before stopping the pressure. It felt strange. I didn't remember the details of my wedding night, only that I felt both pain and joy. Now, with a clear mind, I wasn't sure if I liked what was happening. I released one hand from the railing, clutching my lower abdomen, and groaned, "Daddy, it's so full..." I felt so full and stretched open, I was a little scared, "Will it break?" A deep, husky laugh filled my ears as he kissed my neck, chuckling, "You inherited my medical skills, how could you not understand matters between men and women?" "Theory and practice are different." Rigid medical books don't describe all the sensations and experiences during intercourse, how could I understand the details? "Daddy, shouldn't you move a little?" After a while, having adjusted to the thick presence, the pleasure from the clitoris that had been tempting me finally caught my attention. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, instinctively wanting that magnificent, wild climax from my memories. He chuckled softly, "Yao'er, I don't know whether to call you naive or complicated." His large hand covered my hand that was pressed against my lower abdomen, powerfully lifting my lower body, and slowly withdrawing his massive member, which had been quietly buried inside me. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the hot object withdraw, bringing 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 when he left? "I won't go," he promised, thrusting his hips forward, 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. One withdrawal, then another 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 pressed against 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. Before I knew it, my hands were gripping the railing, my upper body drooping weakly, almost collapsing. Sweat dampened the large hands above my eyes, while the large, strong hands on my waist and abdomen held my lower body firmly. A surge of desire burned intensely, the pleasure sharp and irresistible. I arched my back, beginning to arch back to meet his thrusts. "Mmm, Daddy, I love it, Daddy..." A dazzling, brilliant firework exploded in the darkness, the savage spasms tensing my entire body, welcoming wave after wave of intense pleasure. My mind went blank, only the extreme physical pleasure lingering. The thrusts from behind began to spiral out of control.His ferocity and brutality overwhelmed me. Amidst the relentless, intense pleasure, I could only plead, unsure whether to beg him to stop or to be more cruel. Everything was beyond my comprehension; the exquisite, almost painful joy made me completely surrender, convulsing with the pleasure of the flesh. A low growl rose briefly, followed by a powerful bite on the back of my neck. I was forcefully pulled into the strong embrace behind me, held tightly, trembling violently. Weak and powerless, I sat on his lap, feeling the hot, hard object in my secret place gradually soften. I hugged his strong arms around my waist, panting heavily, "Daddy, Daddy..." Seemingly noticing his biting, he 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 pressed against my back suddenly twitched, and he hugged me even tighter, hoarsely roaring, "No! Yao'er, this isn't a dream!" Satisfied, I said, "Daddy, I love you." He kissed and nibbled at my ear, whispering in a deep voice, "I love you too, Yao'er." Feeling so happy, I lazily yawned, nestled in his strong arms. Even though my body was sticky and sweaty, I didn't want to move an inch. "Hmm, what about my husband?" We're already married, and what I'm doing now seems so improper, like I'm cheating on him. He coldly snorted, "If he dares to touch you again, I'll kill him." His movements, so different from his tone, were gentle as he carefully lifted me and withdrew from my body. I unconsciously shrank back, hearing his low chuckle, "Sensitive little thing." My face, which had just cooled, flushed again. I mumbled a reply, then suddenly squeezed my legs together awkwardly, "Daddy, it's leaking." The hot liquid, no longer obstructed, overflowed, sliding down my legs, making me blush. "I'll take you to the hot springs." He covered my eyes with one hand, tidied our clothes with the other, then picked me up and leaped away. The wind was cool on my face, and our bodies pressed together, burning hot. I smiled contentedly, letting him keep his eyes covered, nestled in his arms. "Yao'er, close your eyes," he coaxed gently as he set me down. I obediently closed my eyes, feeling him remove his hands and place a silken ribbon over my eyes, tying it in a knot behind my head. "Father, aren't we going to take a bath?" 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 body. "Father, Father." Not wanting to recall the neglected past, I smiled, feeling so happy when I felt his slender 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 lingering. 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. My hands unconsciously gripped the hard object's body, and I realized it was my father's penis! My mind exploded. The strong masculine 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 was so big, it couldn't compare to a finger at all! 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, eliciting a soft moan from me, before finally finding the pressed petals and pressing down on the two sides of my nipples.The petals parted to the sides. "This time, I'll go 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. His thick, hard penis was slowly thrusting in, stretching and expanding to an extreme degree, making me moan uncontrollably. My buttocks tried to back away, but he held them 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 beating so fast, and I whispered, "It's holding, no more..." This time, the huge head of his penis didn't stop when it reached the deepest part of my core; it was still trying to rotate and squeeze inward. A tingling, pleasurable sensation pierced my lower abdomen, 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 as I was being 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 wit

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