[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 17

(1)

This mountainous area is not particularly dangerous, but a fierce battle still took place when the two armies met. Minister Zuo looked around, trying to find traces of the war. The hillside was already covered with lush green pine trees, which was the biggest achievement of afforestation in recent years. On the rocky hill to the left, there was still the ruins of an ancient wall from an unknown dynasty. The general remembered that his company had ambushed in this area and fought a desperate battle with the enemy using the rocky hill as cover. However, he was wounded and fell to the ground. When the troops withdrew from the battle, they stayed behind.

"Dad... you fought in this area back then?" Xiao Mei helped the general walk all the way, her high chest rising and falling.

The general seemed immersed in the lingering smoke of battle from years past. He carefully examined the ancient wall, searching for bullet marks. "This is it," he pointed to Xiao Mei. "I ambushed here back then. After throwing a grenade, I was hit by a bullet."

"Was the injury serious?" Even after so many years, Xiao Mei's face was still filled with worry.

"Seriously. When the troops withdrew from the battle, they thought I had been killed." Thinking back today, he felt quite proud.

"So you stayed?"

"Yes... ah..." A mountain wind blew, and the pine forest covering the mountains surged like waves, roaring like the ocean. The general stood there, seemingly growing taller, as if he himself had commanded thousands of troops in the past. He looked down at everything below the mountain, gazing into the distance. "Xiao Mei, if it weren't for that injury, we wouldn't have met again."

"Yes," Xiao Mei nestled against her father, smiling happily. "You and Mom never saw each other again after that?"

She had only heard her mother mention this father; her mother hadn't told her the details.

"No." The general sighed, withdrawing his gaze. "Actually, your mother was a woman with a tragic fate. She didn't need to worry about me at all. I was young then, and I had no feelings for your mother; I can't even remember what she looked like."

"Then my mother was so wronged." Xiao Mei's eyes were a little misty as she spoke up for her mother. "She never forgot you her whole life, and even on her deathbed, she was still calling your name."

"Unfortunately, because of me, she married the wrong man. Xiao Mei, you don't resent me, do you?" He lovingly stroked her hair, his eyes full of affection.

“Dad, how could I resent you? I love you too much.” She leaned her head on the general’s shoulder with deep affection.

“Dad just feels like he’s wasted your life, that no one has ever loved you.”

“I want Dad to love me.” She looked up at the general affectionately, her big eyes filled with tenderness.

“Dad will love you, love you for the rest of my life.” He gently hugged his daughter. “Come to Beijing with Dad, find a good man.”

“No, Dad, I don’t need you to love me.” She grasped the general’s hand and gently placed it on her chest.

“It’s different, daughter. A woman without a man is like someone missing half.”

Xiao Mei felt a warmth in her heart, a surge of tenderness rising within her. “I want you to be that other half.”

She let out a long sigh.

“Silly daughter,” he lowered his head. Xiao Mei’s blouse, worn from the heat of the climb, had unbuttoned one clasp, and the general could see the view from above: a large, soft, white body with a deep cleavage, looking heavy and substantial. “Dad can’t give you half the responsibility.”

“I don’t want responsibility,” Xiao Mei said stubbornly. “When I was little, I was beaten all the time, and then my stepfather abused me. I often thought, how wonderful it would be if my real father were here.” She blinked her big eyes, brimming with hope.

The general looked away from his daughter’s chest. “You mean, after that man abused you, he never mentioned letting you get married?”

Mentioning that man, a look of hatred appeared on Xiao Mei’s face. “Back then, a family in the village proposed marriage, but he cursed them away.”

“Then he always slept with you?”

“Yes.”

“He didn’t hide it from your mother?” A surge of jealousy rose in his chest.

Xiao Mei knew what her father was talking about. “He never hid from doing that. Sometimes my mother couldn’t stand it and turned her back, and he would climb on top of her.”

“Beast!” the general cursed viciously.

“Later, my mother got used to it, until I got pregnant with his child.” A tear rolled down Xiao Mei’s cheek, and the general gently wiped it away with his hand. “Back then, I often dreamed of you. Though not very clearly, I always woke up feeling sweet inside, and I really wanted to see you.”

She turned and hugged him, resting her face against his broad chest. “Dad, you don’t know, Xiao Feng, my best friend in the village, often talked to me about her dad. She spoke of him with such sweetness, it made everyone so envious. I thought, when will I have a loving father like her? After she got married, she told me once that she and Dad did…”

The general listened quietly. “Did what?”

“Slept together.” Xiao Mei blushed slightly.

“What did you say? That Xiao Feng slept with her father?”

“That day she came back from the fields, washed herself, and her husband went to help at the neighbor’s house. She was home alone, wearing only a pair of shorts. Her father came back from the market and stopped by to see her. He saw her like that and they did it.”

“Wasn’t there any sign before?” The general looked at her in surprise.

“Actually, their father-daughter relationship has always been very good. Xiaofeng said that at home, her father would wash her underwear, and sometimes… sometimes when she had her period and her stomach hurt badly, her father would change her sanitary napkins.”

“Xiao Mei…” For some reason, the general hugged his daughter tightly. “Then, she doesn’t resent her father?”

“What does she resent? She said she had actually been looking forward to this day for a long time.” Xiao Mei recounted, her face full of longing. “Later she also told me that it was the most comfortable thing for her and her father to do. Dad…” She leaned weakly against him.

The mountain wind howled through the treetops, carrying with it rolling waves, making the general feel as if the ground beneath his feet was being swept up. “I’m afraid, afraid of hurting you even more.”

Xiao Mei buried her head in the general’s arms, “I’ve never had a father’s love since I was little, and I always hoped that one day I could be like Xiaofeng, Dad… hug me.”

“Silly girl,” the general ran his large hand through his daughter’s hair again, “I’m afraid of utter ruin, Xiao Mei, you know, I shouldn’t have come, I shouldn’t have come.”

“Dad…” Xiao Mei was in tears.

Even the hardest heart can be melted, and besides, the general had always been casual about matters of the heart. However, he felt he owed Xiao Mei too much, so he hesitated to cross the line. If he rashly advanced and hurt her, his sins would be too great. He not only felt sorry for the suffering Xiao Mei before him, but also couldn't face Shan Shan's love; he took Shan Shan too seriously. But Xiao Mei's tears softened the general's heart again. It seemed his daughter harbored a deep-seated resentment towards him, perhaps wanting to make up for the lack of fatherly love she had received.

Looking at the frail woman in his arms, the general's heart ached, and he pulled his daughter into a tight embrace. "Mei'er, I'm afraid of hurting you."

"Dad, I miss you, I dream of you," she said between tears. "Sometimes, after he's done, I think, how wonderful it would be if Father were kinder to me."

"Silly girl, no matter how kind Father is to you, it's not as good as a man's kindness," the general tried to correct her distorted mindset.

"I don't expect you to treat me like that, but I just want to stay in your arms, to be held and embraced by you. Dad, I'm not asking for too much, am I?"

“Silly child, it’s not excessive, it’s not excessive at all. Whatever you want, Dad will give you.”

“Dad,” she cried, tears streaming down her face, tightly hugging the general’s broad waist.

The general and she pressed their faces together, their two pounding hearts beating in unison.

“I’m so happy,” she murmured, as if drifting off to sleep again. The general gently patted Xiao Mei’s hand, looking at her fair and delicate arm, stroking it lovingly. Her arm was plump and fleshy, with fine downy hair clearly visible. Suddenly, the general noticed a scar on Xiao Mei’s bent elbow. The scar wasn’t obvious, but it showed signs of bruising.

“What happened?” he asked his daughter, puzzled, wanting an answer.

“He pinched me.”

“Who?”

Xiao Mei sighed. “He likes to hit me when he does that.” Xiao Mei rolled up her sleeves, revealing purple bruises. “He did all this.”

“You beast!” the general said affectionately. “Has he always been like this?”

“Yes,” Xiao Mei nodded. Her eyes blazed with resentment again. "Every time he did something to me, he would pinch or bite, Dad..." She looked up, then suddenly blushed, "He liked to bite my nipples. Look, you can still see his teeth marks there." As Xiao Mei spoke, she unbuttoned her blouse. The general wanted to stop her, but didn't say anything.

A full breast shone brightly in the sunlight, the bright red nipple standing erect, surrounded by an areola, making the general almost dizzy.

"Look, look," Xiao Mei's sweet voice left the general no room for hesitation. Guided by his daughter, the general touched the bright red nipple, the clear teeth marks around it. He couldn't believe this beast could be so cruel. Women are meant to be loved; even if you force her to have sex, you should still cherish her body.

Xiao Mei took her father's hand and gently traced the outline of her breast, making the general's heart tremble. The warm afternoon sun shone down, igniting the tenderness between father and daughter. The general was momentarily captivated, kneading his daughter's full breasts.

"Dad, kiss me." Xiao Mei's shy gaze held a hint of mischief. Seeing his daughter's pleading eyes, the general no longer wanted to go against her wishes. Since their hearts were connected, why should he pretend to be a saint? He lowered his head and accepted his daughter's fragrant lips. Instantly, he heard her warm breath and soft moans. Then, Xiao Mei's hands clung to the general's neck.

His large hands rolled and kneaded his daughter's soft breasts. His lips pressed against her full nipples. Feeling the resistance of her high nose, he had no choice but to move his lips to hers, crossing them to form a cross and nibbling. His daughter's breasts heaved violently, arching upwards under the general's caresses and teasing.

"Dad... Dad..." Xiao Mei's tongue darted out, only to be hooked by the general's lips, which enveloped it in a thrusting motion. Seeing Xiao Mei's swaying body

, the general, no longer caring about anything else, withdrew his fingers from her nipple, cupped her head in his hands, and probed her mouth with his tongue, exploring and entwining it with hers. In this desolate wilderness, on the very battlefield where he had fought so fiercely, he and his own daughter were creating a scene of ecstasy—something he never imagined.

"Mei'er..." Their mouths were already filled with the saliva of father and daughter. Looking at Xiao Mei, whose clothes and hair were disheveled, the general's heart stirred. Just then, Xiao Mei glanced over, and the father and daughter exchanged a tender, loving look.

The general suddenly recalled the scene in *The Romance of the Western Chamber* where Zhang Sheng and Yingying had an affair: "Zhang Sheng, unable to win Yingying's heart, used Hongniang to satisfy his lust." Was he and his daughter in this desolate wilderness?

"Mei'er, you don't blame me, do you?" He lifted her chin, looking at her moving, red lips.

"Mmm," Xiao Mei nodded vigorously.

"Then promise me you'll come back to Beijing with me." The general couldn't bear to abandon her after starting this relationship; he was determined to give his daughter a happy life.

"I'm afraid I won't be used to it," Xiao Mei suddenly said timidly. The last time she came to Beijing to visit her relatives, she almost got lost, and the cold treatment she received made her feel uncomfortable.

"But Dad can't bear to see you living a hard life," the general said, his sharp features sculpted with feminine grace. He stroked her face lovingly. "Dad will miss you."

"I miss you too."

"Then why don't you come with Dad?" He pinched her high nose. "What will Dad do if he misses you later?" This time, if he made love to her, could he bear to leave her alone in this desolate village?

"I..." Xiao Mei hesitated. A gust of wind blew by, lifting her clothes that had been covering her chest, revealing her snow-white breasts to the general once again.

"Give me back what? If Dad takes you, you'll be Dad's woman." He said, his eyes fixed on his daughter's fair, jade-like breasts.

"Daughter is afraid..." Xiao Mei hesitated, looking at her father.

"Are you afraid I'll bite you too, silly girl?" He imagined biting his daughter's nipple and fucking her, but it shouldn't be biting, it should be sucking.

"Dad, you're bad." Xiao Mei must have thought of this too, her face as red as a freshly dyed cloth, "You like biting, don't you?" She glanced at her father, making the general's heart flutter, as if suspended in mid-air.

"Afraid of Dad? Silly girl. Dad isn't that rough." He reached out and touched her breast, "If you don't go to Beijing, Dad can still see..." He weighed it in his hand, making Xiao Mei lower her head shyly.

"Dad, do it to me."

The general's hand holding her chin trembled slightly, "You've already experienced Dad's violation, I'm afraid you'll hate Dad." He never dared to be unrestrained, afraid of being resented by his daughter.

“He’s not my father,” Xiao Mei said decisively. “Besides, he’s abusive, Dad…” Her voice trailed off, as if she was embarrassed to continue, “He not only pinched and bit me, but also… he burned me with cigarette butts.”

“What did you say?” The general’s eyes widened. He knew this beast was definitely a pervert.

“When he was abusing me, he liked to burn my pubic hair with cigarette butts…” A surge of anger welled up in the general’s face, turning it almost purple. This beast was so perverted in his actions. If he were alive, he would definitely punish him.

“That time, he burned my pubic hair and then poked it with a cigarette butt… Dad, there are still scars on it.”

“You mean, he burned your… cunt?” The general blurted out, without feeling a trace of shame. Xiao Mei glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and nodded. The general hugged her tightly, saying passionately, “My good daughter, you’ve suffered so much. Come, let Dad see.” For a moment, he forgot his status. Xiao Mei hesitated, her face flushed with embarrassment.

The general suddenly realized what was happening and gave an awkward laugh. "Silly girl, are you afraid your father will see?"

Xiao Mei gently nudged him in his arms. "You're naughty."

"Hehe," the general chuckled, "Dad's naughty, Dad's naughty." He reached out and touched the belt. Xiao Mei nestled in her father's arms, letting him touch it. After a few rustling sounds, the general spent a long time on the button. The belts in the countryside were naturally not as good as those in the city. The general sighed, thinking that if it were Shan Shan, a light press would be enough to loosen her skirt.

"Mei'er, did you make a knot?" After fumbling around for a while without getting anywhere, the general made a self-deprecating joke. Just as Xiao Mei was about to say something, she heard the general breathe a sigh of relief. "All done." Then she felt her waist loosen as a large, cool hand slipped inside.

“Mei’er.” The tentacles were soft and thick with stiff pubic hair. The general touched down from between her thighs. He thought of a line from the “Eighteen Touches” song he often heard in the enemy-occupied area: “Touch down, touch down, and you’ll find a rat’s nest. There’s a pile of grass next to the rat’s nest, and snakes will pass through the grass.”

It wasn't a gentle descent; suddenly, a cliff appeared, overgrown with weeds, a stream disappearing into the distance. The general's soul wandered along the cliff edge.

"Dad..." Xiao Mei's soft moan stopped the general from the cliff. Looking down at his daughter, he saw her skirt was completely gone, only her underwear covering his large hands, which were bulging inside. "Can Dad take a look?" he whispered in his daughter's ear.

"You...you're so bad." Xiao Mei's face flushed red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look.

The general squatted down, his face almost as high as his daughter's waist. He reached into her underwear and slowly pulled it down from her buttocks. Her round, full buttocks revealed a charming cleft, glowing with an orange hue in the sunlight. Xiao Mei's round, wide navel, neither too deep nor too shallow, was covered by her underwear in an arc. The general gently pulled on the edge of the underwear, slowly pulling it down. Thick pubic hair, interspersed with a few burnt strands, covered her entire thigh. Occasionally, the general saw glimpses of milky white peeking out from the sparse areas.

He placed his hands on his daughter's thighs, admiring everything before him. The underwear was half-concealed, her vulva half-revealed, perfectly embodying the phrase "shyly holding a pipa, half-covering her face."

A milky white pair of underwear gathered from the bottom of her thighs, tightly binding her well-defined vulva, even the thin slit in the middle was clearly visible. The general's heart pounded, and his hand unconsciously touched it. The general felt everything before him tremble, as if the white underwear had been flooded, and his hand was completely wet when he touched it.

In a moment of panic, he quickly pulled down his clothes, revealing a thick pubic hair like a goatee, followed by a plump, white vulva that dipped into his legs like a woman's dimple. The general impatiently spread Xiao Mei's thighs, watching her thick labia nestled between them, forming a raised band that aroused desire.

"On the left," Xiao Mei whispered, pointing, making the general blush; his intentions and desires were clearly separate. He pinched the thick, slightly swollen labia, bringing them close to the sunlight, examining them closely. A faint purple scar was clearly visible. "Is it here?"

"Yes, Dad..." Xiao Mei felt the general's gentle touch, her heart pounding.

"Is there more?" The general's eyes were glazed as he looked around, then parted the tightly closed door, revealing two layers of petals like blooming flowers, showcasing a captivating cave.

“Mei’er…” he murmured, his hand moving from her anus, slowly slipping out from her labia, pinching the clitoris the size of a bean.

“Dad, do me.” Xiao Mei could no longer endure her father’s teasing, and her flower bloomed as expected.

The general knew what “do” meant; in the countryside, it meant “to have sex.” Xiao Mei wanted him to do her, which meant he wanted to have sex with her, to have sex with his own daughter. He placed his hands on Xiao Mei’s buttocks, his tongue probing out, deeply inserting into his daughter’s flower.

“Dad, no…” Xiao Mei pushed his head away, trying to make him leave.

The general was already unable to stop. He didn’t know why his daughter was refusing him now, but when he heard

the word “dirty,” he was stimulated to insert his nose as well, plowing into his daughter’s field.

“Dad, dear Dad.” Xiao Mei cried out tightly, her voice rising and falling, which emboldened the general. His large hands wrapped around his daughter’s buttocks, grasping and squeezing her trembling, wet vulva. "Do me, do me," Xiao Mei urged, trying to push her vulva forward to her father's ministrations.

The general inserted two fingers into his daughter's vulva, feeling the smooth inner walls of her wide opening. His tongue circled and swirled around her clitoris, and a fishy, salty liquid flowed from her vagina. He swallowed it, his tongue sliding down, curling into a tube, and inserting into Xiao Mei's split opening.

"Ah...take me, take me," Xiao Mei almost couldn't stand. She wanted to bend down and hug her father, but the overwhelming pleasure made her tilt her head back, her eyes glazed, her breathing becoming heavier.

The general could no longer control himself. He quickly pressed the buckle on his belt, bent down and pulled it off along with his underwear. He took a few steps with his limp daughter in his arms, then pressed her against the old wall that he had used as cover. Taking advantage of the remaining sunlight, he lifted his daughter's thighs, exposing her bulging vulva. He held his penis and thrust it into her bright red opening.

The thrust made Xiao Mei's body lurch forward, but the general pulled her back. Wave after wave of thrusting made her moan and groan echo in the boundless wilderness, accompanied by the sound of pine trees.

(2)

The car sped down the highway, leaving the guardrails behind. Zuo Shanshan sat in the passenger seat, feeling waves of excitement and heartbeat. The exchange and meeting over the past few days had given her a taste of university life again. She had always had feelings for Lu Zirong. If it weren't for the twists and turns of fate, they might already be husband and wife.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Zirong gripped the steering wheel skillfully, glancing at his seemingly excited old classmate.

"What am I thinking about? I'm thinking about why we didn't end up together back then, instead taking such a long detour." Zuo Shanshan looked at him affectionately, a hint of regret in her voice.

"Back then, did I dare? You were from a prominent family, with countless suitors." Lu Zirong said with emotion, recalling how, although he had quite a crush on Zuo Shanshan back then, he had to back down due to his social status.

"So you dare now?" Zuo Shanshan asked affectionately, "Do you feel you have the right?"

"I wouldn't say I have the right, but there's one thing that brought us closer." Lu Zirong chuckled slightly as he said this.

"Which one?" A car overtook them at a faster speed, and Lu Zirong, not to be outdone, stepped on the gas. His BMW was one of the best in Qingtong.

"Still so competitive." Zuo Shanshan also felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Habits you can't break, otherwise you'd find it hard to achieve anything." Lu Zirong felt this deeply. His pride had been somewhat hurt by Zuo Shanshan's abandonment, which was why he later built his business empire.

"Tell me, which one brought us closer?" Zuo Shanshan returned to their previous topic.

Lu Zirong didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the distance. Sensing Zuo Shanshan's anticipation, he glanced at her. "Second-hand goods." He waited for her reaction.

"Second-hand goods?" Zuo Shanshan was taken aback, then understood, laughing as she reached out and pinched his thigh. "You naughty thing, who's second-hand goods?"

"Hehe," Lu Zirong chuckled, feeling the affection from Zuo Shanshan.

"You see me as second-hand goods?" Zuo Shanshan was somewhat disappointed, her words revealing her displeasure.

"Are you unhappy? This is fair competition." Seeing Shanshan's displeasure, he knew he'd misspoke. "Sigh… do you remember those dirty jokes we listened to together in college?"

"Who remembers that rubbish? Only you guys." Zuo Shanshan was still bothered by his earlier words, saying angrily.

"Still angry? Like an old married couple." Zuo Shanshan laughed. "There was a couplet that perfectly described us back then."

"What couplet?"

"A new couple, two old folks."

"Here we go again." Born into a wealthy, scholarly family, Zuo Shanshan naturally disliked these rustic sayings, especially since the previous line still bothered her. Lu Zirong wanted to say the horizontal inscription, but seeing Shanshan's displeasure, he didn't continue. "

Zirong, Dad said he'll be back tomorrow." Seeing Zirong's silence, Zuo Shanshan realized she was being too rigid and tried to steer the conversation back on track. "Don't you miss me?" These past few days, they'd been so affectionate, the schoolgirl relationship was long gone.

"If I miss you, I'll come." He placed his hand affectionately on Zuo Shanshan's thigh.

Zuo Shanshan glanced at him sideways and leaned against his shoulder.

The BMW slowed down and moved into the slow lane. Lu Zirong glanced at the next exit; it was still a kilometer to go. He gently placed his hand between Zuo Shanshan's thighs, intending to flirt with her, but Zuo Shanshan remained innocent, perhaps due to the surroundings.

As the BMW entered the exit, it made a turn. Taking advantage of this moment, Shanshan wrapped her arms around Lu Zirong's waist, saying, "Kiss me." Lu Zirong lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Dad wants me to stay at the guesthouse tonight," she said, unsure of what she meant. Deep down, she understood her father's thoughts. He had been busy for several days, and he must miss her being away. But facing Zirong, whom she had just fallen for, she felt guilty.

"Go ahead, I'll take you tomorrow," Lu Zirong said, unaware of Zuo Shanshan's true intentions. The car stopped at the tollbooth, and Lu Zirong took out a toll-free card from the dashboard, flashed it, and drove directly onto the provincial highway.

"Ring ring..." Lu Zirong was still using the old-fashioned ringtone. Zuo Shanshan turned to the side and took it down from the front seat for him. She felt Lu Zirong's hand directly inserted deep into her thigh. "You naughty thing, always taking advantage of someone in distress." She gave him a sweet and shy glance, then opened the phone. "It's Daddy."

Lu Zirong fumbled around the seam of her skirt, lifted it, and looked at the phone Zuo Shanshan held to her ear. He didn't answer, but

instead inserted it into her waistband. "You're so naughty." She bent her legs, obediently spreading them apart.

A bunch of messy pubic hair, Lu Zirong inserted into that soft, wet ground.

"Dad, it's me." He heard Minister Zuo calling on the other end and quickly answered.

"You have time to come over." Lu Zirong glanced at his watch. "I'll be there soon." His hand then pinched her smooth, fleshy tongue. Zuo Shanshan glanced at him sideways, her face full of tenderness.

"Tell Shanshan to go back to the hotel tonight."

"Okay, Daddy." He put down the phone, listlessly stroking Zuo Shanshan's... A fire was burning in Zuo Shanshan's eyes.

The car suddenly veered to one side, and Zuo Shanshan chided, "Aren't you afraid of the car..."

Lu Zirong retorted, "What's there to be afraid of? You're in gear."

Zuo Shanshan knew there was something more to Lu Zirong's words, so she shyly reached out and grabbed his hand, "Let me see which gear we're in." She was already furious, her hand almost touching his.

"Full gear, Shanshan." Lu Zirong kissed Shanshan, then expertly turned the steering wheel, driving towards the municipal guesthouse. "Shanshan, I was planning to see you off tonight."

"Why so formal?" Shanshan rolled her eyes at him, just in time to meet Lu Zirong's mischievous gaze. "What are you grinning about?" Lu Zirong's large hand was still tugging at her, making her feel a little languid.

"Don't like seeing me off... or... well, let's just have a short farewell." He grabbed her sticky, fuzzy hair, squeezing it mischievously.

"Oh, you're so naughty. What have you learned all these years?" Although she said this, her eyes were overflowing with happiness. Lu Zirong looked at the guesthouse and took out his hand. “Smell it,” Zuo Shanshan saw that there was a white, sticky layer on Lu Zirong’s fingers and her face turned red. “You naughty thing, you just know how to tease people.”

(3)

When Minister Zuo returned, it was already seven o’clock in the evening. The municipal government office called to arrange the reception for tonight, but the minister declined. He simply washed up, lay on the bed for a while, and then called Zuo Shanshan to tell her that he would be returning to Beijing tomorrow. Hearing his daughter’s charming voice, he felt much more at ease. Shanshan, it’s been a few days since Daddy has been close to you, he thought happily with his eyes closed.

“Dad, where have you been these past few days?” Shanshan’s sweet voice. He knew that his daughter was particularly good at acting cute, and her voice was sweet and charming.

“You’re still thinking about Daddy?” The general was eager to see Shanshan as soon as he returned from that mountain area. “I thought you were attracted to her and neglected your father.” He thought of “husband” when he mentioned “father.”

"What do you mean, 'bad daddy'?" Shan Shan knew her father meant that. These past few days, everything he said was filled with jealousy. No wonder, he had just confessed his feelings to her, and then this unexpected turn of events happened—no man could bear that.

"How am I bad, Dad?" Shan Shan sensed the sourness in her father's words. "Dad didn't stop you."

This made Shan Shan feel uneasy, so she could only coax him, "Dad, can't I make it up to you tonight?"

Minister Zuo felt a sweet warmth in his heart, but said, "Make it up to you? Don't tell me you're going to make me lick the plate clean." Shan Shan and Zi Rong were a handsome couple, had admired each other for a long time, and were both single and long-suffering—it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. How could they not do it? Besides, Zi Rong had been in business for so many years; what hadn't he seen? And his daughter was so beautiful; even ten Shan Shans would have been ruined by him.

Hearing this, Zuo Shan Shan felt a pang of jealousy and said defiantly, "Then forget it." She thought she wasn't an innocent girl, yet her father was so serious.

Seeing his daughter's slight displeasure, Minister Zuo, afraid of offending her, could only force a smile and say, "Are you angry?

My dear daughter, as long as Dad has some leftovers, that's enough." This made Shan Shan cheerful again.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's like your daughter is unfilial," her voice became particularly cloying, "Tonight, your daughter will give you a sumptuous dinner." She hesitated for a moment, "But don't be unable to hold on. Hehe..." Zuo Shan Shan laughed like a silver bell.

"Hehe, when has Dad ever been unable to hold on? You brat, let's see who begs for mercy first." The general's tone was fierce, but inwardly he was furious. He hung up the phone and turned on the television. On the screen, a couple stood affectionately in front of a tombstone, offering a bouquet of flowers. His thoughts immediately drifted to Xiaojiayu, where the air was filled with the fragrance of ripening grain.

"Mei'er, take me to see your mother." Stroking his daughter's face, the general's gaze softened. Although Xiao Mei's mother had only been his wife for one night, so much affection had developed between them. Lingling and Xiao Mei were both his bloodline, and he couldn't help but feel for her.

"Yes, Dad..." Xiao Mei nodded obediently, her small hands stroking her father's broad chest. What her father gave her was not only incomplete paternal love, but also the pleasure of intimacy, something she had never experienced before. The humiliating position, the passive feeling, even her cries were invaded. The man, beside her mother, shamelessly pinched her private parts, playing with her body until she screamed. Then, at the sound of her screams, her mother moved closer, using her voluptuous body to receive his thrusts. The man lewdly pressed the waves of orgasmic afterglow from his daughter's still immature flower back into his mother's body. "Her father...her father..." The mother couldn't bear the rough actions and pleaded, while the man reached his climax in pleasure and madness. Now, her father was giving her wave after wave of excitement and pleasure. She writhed contentedly beneath him, receiving his unparalleled thrusts. "Dad..." The uncontrollable throes surged up like waves, engulfing her in the gushing tide. Her father, however, lifted her high vulva, inserting his paternal love deep into her body. She felt warmth and tenderness filling every corner of her being, until she reached the summit with her father. A mountain breeze blew, and the general felt a chill. He looked down at his daughter, still half-undressed. He greedily stared at Xiao Mei's ripe body, and took her still-erect nipple into his mouth. "Button it up, don't catch a cold."

The body is most vulnerable to a cool breeze after lovemaking; the general knew this.

Xiao Mei lowered her head, watching her father caress her breast like an infant, waiting for him to finish before looking up and buttoning his shirt.

"Was Dad really bad?" The general felt extremely guilty about his actions.

Xiao Mei helped the general to his feet, tidying her own hair while fastening her father's belt. The father and daughter walked hand in hand up the hillside.

The TV crackled and sputtered for a while, then displayed static and lines. He considered changing the channel, but put it down again. Why didn't that brat Lu Zirong even bother to say hello? Images of his daughter Shanshan with him flashed through his mind, and his heart felt heavy. He picked up the phone irritably. "Hello, Zirong?"

"Uh, Dad, it's me." The other end was respectful, which eased the general's mood. After all, he still held considerable power. Even though Shanshan and he were already married, it was merely a cover; after all, he and his daughter had come first.

"You'll have time to come over, won't you?" The receiver was filled with the whooshing sound of wind; he knew Lu Zirong was definitely on the highway. Hearing his promise to arrive soon, he stood up and stretched. He was a bit exhausted these past few days; so many unexpected things had happened, leaving him almost no room to maneuver. First, there was that middle school granddaughter; he'd practically given away all his "soul" in her virgin territory. Then there was his daughter, Xiao Mei; her understanding and tenderness, their passionate moments on the hillside and before the tombstone—it was all their first time, after all. Thinking about Shan Shan's arrival later, he wasn't sure if he could even serve her properly.

Xiao Mei knelt beside him at the tombstone. He had intended to offer a simple tribute, to ease his own regrets and guilt, but unexpectedly, his daughter knelt before her mother's grave, took his hand, and looked back at him. He involuntarily knelt down as well. In his entire life, he had knelt before heaven and earth, but never before before anyone else.

The ears of grain swayed in the wind, making a heavy, rustling sound. In the afterglow of the setting sun, only a man and a woman knelt there, the wind ruffling their hair and silencing their soft sobs.

The general held her shoulders. "Mei'er, don't cry," he said tenderly, his eyes filled with loving care.

Xiao Mei suppressed her sobs, leaning against the general.

"Dad..." Her voice was strained, but she couldn't hold back her grief.

"Good daughter," the general's voice also betrayed his sorrow. He knew this woman had sacrificed so much for him, and because of his momentary impulse, he couldn't let her repeat the same mistake. Seeing his daughter's sorrowful cries, he felt a pang of pity. He lowered his head, tears still streaming from his lips, and licked Xiao Mei's tears dry.

Xiao Mei happily let her father kiss her face, constantly moving her cheeks to welcome his touch.

As the general's lips brushed down her high nose, he saw the sound of his daughter crying for milk. Their lips met in a leap. The kiss turned into a nibble, then they explored each other's mouths.

"Mei'er..." Before the whisper could escape, his daughter's tongue filled his mouth. The general swept her up in his arms, leaned over her, and entered her. "Good daughter."

Under the teasing of her father's tongue, Xiao Mei's breath grew heavier. Hearing her father's call, she peeked out slightly, "No..." her voice low but resolute, "I am your woman." She embraced her father's strong body, as if trying to squeeze herself inside him. "Dad, let me be your woman." Climbing up, in her father's embrace, she slowly devoured his conscience.

"Good Mei'er..." At the graves of his wife and mother, the general hesitated, but felt a pair of small hands grasp his manhood—his daughter's, his own daughter's. Excited, the general thrust forward, but Xiao Mei held his manhood firmly. "Dad, please say yes." His hand, gripping his manhood, trembled as he clutched his testicles. He'd done this before with Shan Shan, then with Fan Lingling, and now with Xiao Mei. Three generations of his bloodline had been conquered by this life-giving root.

Could he refuse again? Father and daughter were lost in ecstasy on the hillside. Even without Xiao Mei's request, the general already considered her his woman, only this woman seemed more important, more significant. "Mei'er, Dad promises you, will you come to Beijing with me?" Looking up at his daughter's blissful expression, their eyes met, and the general seemed to see into the depths of her soul.

"I'm willing to serve you, Dad, serve you for the rest of my life." She curled up, letting her father embrace her. The grass on the grave rustled in the wind, a testament to the deep love between father and daughter.

"Silly girl," he said tenderly, touching the corner of her slightly upturned lips, "the one serving Dad is the orderly."

"Then…" Xiao Mei was a little disappointed.

“You’re my daughter, a princess there, you know?” The general felt his daughter’s hand slow down, and he teasingly throbbed in her palm.

“But women are meant to serve men.”

“Yes, but not in the way you rural people say. Dad knows you’re my woman, so you…” He pinched her cheek, teasing her, “only do women’s things.”

“Then what do I need to do?” In Xiao Mei’s mind, being a man’s woman meant serving him, making the bed, and taking care of everything.

“Silly girl,” the general chuckled, “go to bed with Dad.”

“Oh, Dad…” She never expected her beloved father to say such a thing. In her heart, her father was always tall and majestic, and she never dared to hope for even a little tenderness from him. But when it came to matters of the flesh, her father was actually… actually a little… She dared not say those words, for fear of defiling the image of her father in her heart. “You, you’re so bad.” Her voice was soft and delicate.

"Haha..." The general laughed heartily. "What? You don't want to anymore?" He pulled the woman, who had shyly nestled into his arms, to her face with his large hand, looking into her eyes.

"Bad daddy, you're not like a general at all!" Xiao Mei said, pinching him hard in that area. The general's body tensed up as if an electric current had struck him.

"What kind of general is he? A general is also human, with emotions and desires, and knows how to cherish women. Mei'er, it's just that I shouldn't have..." His gaze seemed to deepen, his face filled with something unfathomable. He sighed deeply, "As the ancients said, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. We've already gone in, so let's love well."

Xiao Mei seemed to understand his meaning. "Dad, are you talking about us?"

The general nodded, then shook his head slightly. Not just you? Even Shan Shan herself slept with him, didn't she? For some reason, he couldn't let go of Shan Shan all these years. Logically speaking, with his status and power, he could have had countless women, so why was he so devoted to Shan Shan? Shanshan's divorce rekindled his hope and gave him a passion he hadn't felt in years. He recalled that sandstorm night when his passion for Shanshan had surged for a full minute.

"Dad, don't worry, I won't be a burden to you."

"What burden? Silly girl, you're already my woman." Holding her in his arms, tenderly, the general noticed his daughter's breasts had become firm again, and his hand unconsciously reached out; he was too fond of a woman's breasts.

"I'm not going to Beijing." Xiao Mei's tone was firm, causing the general to stop.

"Why?"

"I've gotten used to this peaceful rural life," she chose her words carefully, telling her father, "The sky and the land here are clean, unlike Beijing where even the air is dirty. Besides, I'm just a rural woman; I don't know anything there, I'll feel inferior."

The general's hands kept caressing her jade-like breasts, kneading them into various shapes for his own amusement. "Are you worried about affecting your father's image?" the general asked bluntly.

Xiao Mei thought for a moment and nodded.

"Silly child, what are you afraid of?" He looked at her lovingly, and Xiao Mei felt as if her father could see right through her. "Dad, would you really make our relationship public and let you become the General's wife?" His large hand traced circles on her nipple, feeling its firmness. The General really wanted to lower his head and take it in his mouth, but he was afraid of stirring up his daughter's past memories.

"Dad sent you back to Beijing so you could enjoy yourself." He lowered his head to look at his daughter's fair breasts, "I can't bear to leave you here alone."

"Dad, I can't forget you either." Seemingly sensing the separation between them, Xiao Mei's voice was a little depressed.

"Then why don't you come with Dad? Silly girl, didn't you tell Mom you'd serve Dad for life?" He tried to persuade his daughter by bringing up her mother. "How can you serve me like this?"

"You have so many orderly soldiers, you don't need anyone to serve you." Xiao Mei's tears were about to fall.

"Silly girl, Dad needs you," he pinched her nipple and rotated it slightly, "Didn't Dad say

you can just serve me in bed?" He said, moving his hand down her chest, "You don't want to?"

Xiao Mei's body jerked up, "I do."

"If you're willing, why don't you come with me?" Her navel was smooth and delicate, and the general didn't stop, but went straight to that hairy place, "Dad likes your body." That body had a scent of grass mixed with the fragrance of corn.

A tenderness overflowed in Xiao Mei's eyes, feeling her father's large hand moving back and forth in her hairy place as if it were running through her hair.

"Dad..." That breathless sound made her soar again, the general's hand crawled over her buttocks, pulled her buttocks across her legs. “Mei’er,” he rustled as he pulled down her panties, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gazed at her alluring vulva. He hadn’t expected such an unexpected discovery during his trip to the countryside.

A tuft of pubic hair, like a goatee, clung to her. Xiao Mei’s vulva was already split open, the gate of life, weathered by countless thrusts, wide open, overflowing with a wet, primal image. The general lowered his head and placed his mouth on that gate. Xiao Mei trembled, unzipped the general’s pants, and pulled out his large testicles from inside. She lovingly touched them with her mouth, but the general thrust in suddenly.

“Dad…” Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion.

“Mei’er, my good daughter.” The general licked and teased her vulva, then thrust his lower body straight into his daughter’s mouth.

Xiao Mei couldn’t withstand the double penetration and couldn’t help but moan softly, writhing in the general’s arms, yielding to his pleasure.

“Knock knock…” A soft knock on the door interrupted the general’s thoughts. Before he could say “come in,” his daughter, Shanshan, rushed in like a gust of wind. Lu Zirong stood in front of him with a smile.

(4)

“Have you taken care of the aftermath?” The general looked at his daughter’s pretty face and his heart stirred.

Lu Zirong sat opposite the general, looking mature and steady, with a commanding air. Hearing the minister’s question, he quickly said, “It’s basically all taken care of. It seems there’s no dispute about the old man’s property now.”

“That’s good. The Qingtong Municipal Committee is also very supportive. The Lu family is a banner, a brand of Qingtong. I’ve spoken to them all.” The general took a sip of tea and was very satisfied with Lu Zirong’s actions.

“It’s all thanks to Uncle’s care.” In front of the general, Lu Zirong was still a little reserved. This was not only because of the general’s status, but more importantly because of the cold and aloof style that the general had developed over many years of military service. He never smiled in front of his family and subordinates, making him seem unapproachable.

"Uh, why are you still calling me Uncle?" Minister Zuo gave Lu Zirong a meaningful look, making him a little embarrassed, especially since Zuo Shanshan then glanced at him coquettishly, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach.

He quickly changed his address to "Father."

"That's more like it. Should your business be handled in Beijing or here?"

"Uncle, you decide." Lu Zirong tried to discern the general's intentions, but deep down, he felt it would be better to handle it in Qingtong.

"You young people should discuss this matter," the general said, showing a tolerant attitude. He didn't care where it was held, but "I think that for the Lu family to grow and become stronger, it shouldn't be limited to Qing Tong. What do you think?" He asked with a probing gaze, "Set up an office in Beijing, and let Shan Shan handle things there..." At

this point, Lu Zirong nodded excitedly. "Dad, I've had this idea for a while, but I'm just waiting for the right opportunity to bring it up. Now that you've brought it up, I don't need to worry."

"Oh?" The general looked at him with satisfaction. "So, we've reached the same conclusion?"

"That's called 'like father, like son, fighting side by side,'" Zuo Shanshan interjected.

The general beamed at his daughter. "Yes, like father, like son, fighting side by side." Shanshan blushed instantly. She seemed to sense a hidden meaning in her father's words, and upon closer examination, it did indeed carry an ambiguous connotation. Bad dad, always thinking about those things. "As for the two of you, there are no other problems. It's only an hour's flight from Beijing." He was telling the truth; Qing Tong was only an hour away from Beijing, and there was no need for long-distance travel.

“I’ve considered all of this. With Shanshan taking advantage of Beijing’s resources there, and with you looking after her, I think the Lu family will be even more powerful. I’m just worried you might be concerned…” He paused, then his phone beeped. He opened the text message: “Brother Rong, the goods have arrived.”

“Business?” Zuo Shanshan noticed a flicker of excitement on Lu Zirong’s face and couldn’t help but ask.

“If there’s business, you can go ahead and take care of it. You don’t need to look after things here; everything’s arranged.” The general was overjoyed to see that all the plans were proceeding as expected.

Lu Zirong didn’t stand on ceremony. His concern was that such a large deal required extra caution; they couldn’t afford to make the same mistake as last time. "Dad, I'll be going now. I'll come see you off tomorrow." He stood up and said to Shanshan, "I'll come over as soon as I'm done."

Zuo Shanshan stood up as well. "Then I'll see you off."

Watching the couple walk out of the room affectionately, the general felt a little disappointed. He knew he was jealous, but this jealousy came without any reason. He stood up, stretched, and reached into his inner pocket, taking out the bottle of Viagra imported from America. He absolutely couldn't lose to Lu Zirong.

"Dad...did you get me a room?" Zuo Shanshan walked in excitedly, smiling at the general. She had just been kissed by Lu Zirong, and the warmth of his kiss still lingered on her lips.

"What's wrong? Isn't this big house enough for you?"

"Dad, you're not going to make me live here with you, are you?" Zuo Shanshan asked knowingly, her eyes mischievously looking at the general.

"Heh...only a few days and you've already abandoned your old man?" the general said sourly. "Weren't we just going to treat Dad to a meal?"

Zuo Shanshan leaned closer. "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Discover what? How many of them would dare?" The general said sternly.

"It's true what they say, rank really does crush you." Zuo Shanshan pouted.

"So, how many ranks above me are I?"

"Bad Dad." Zuo Shanshan looked at her father's mischievous smile, thinking about what he meant by "how many ranks above me." "You want to crush me?"

The general stared at the alluring temptation in Shanshan's eyes. "But someone wants to crush you."

"Who's so bold as to crush the general's daughter?"

"Lu Zirong, hasn't he crushed you?"

"What are you saying, bad Dad?" Zuo Shanshan lowered her head shyly, not daring to meet her father's gaze. "You, why are you jealous of your son-in-law?"

The general walked over and gently hugged her. "Then tell me, has he crushed you?" "I won't tell you." Zuo Shanshan snorted and turned her face away.

"Then he has." The general suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions, and he loosened his embrace.

This left Zuo Shanshan at a loss. "Dad, then I'll break up with him."

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" The general knew his daughter understood his feelings.

"You care so much, he can't just..." Zuo Shanshan said, looking at her father's face, her voice lowering. "But you agreed to it, didn't you?"

The general sighed deeply. "I don't know why, but I always feel like I have a bunch of weeds stuck in my chest, it's so suffocating.

Shanshan, am I being selfish?" He said, sounding a little pitiful.

"Dad..." Shanshan looked at him with endless affection, her voice sweet and coquettish. "Haven't I already given you my daughter? Besides, even after I got married, I'm still by your side." The implication was that he could have her whenever he wanted. She knew that her father had arranged for her to stay in Beijing for two reasons: one, as he said, to create another family fortune for the Lu family; two, for his own convenience.

"Silly girl, that's true, but even if your father is magnanimous, he'll still feel a pang of jealousy when the woman he loves is with someone else." He flicked Shanshan's upturned nose.

"Selfish you, you big pervert! You're keeping someone else's woman, and you're still jealous? Don't forget, I'm your daughter." She made a face at him and whispered in his ear, "Besides, your daughter has never been with anyone else but you."

"What did you say?" The general looked at her in surprise, feigning disbelief.

"What? You don't believe me?" Zuo Shanshan rolled her eyes, showing her dissatisfaction with the general's attitude. "He was afraid you'd be wronged, so he didn't let him touch you at all?"

"Really? Then he..." The general didn't finish his sentence.

Shanshan said shyly and helplessly, "He just touched me, Dad..." She suddenly blushed and looked up, "What do you want your daughter to do?" She looked like she was about to cry.

It was the general's turn to hug his daughter tenderly. "You silly girl, can't you just coax him a little? Don't let him become suspicious."

"Coax him, and you'll be unhappy?" Shanshan pouted.

"Sigh... what can I do if I'm unhappy? You two can't sleep in the same room."

"Bad Dad, who told you to agree to this? At worst, you can support me, and I'll never get married."

The general looked longingly at her. "Dad wants to too, but I don't have that kind of luck. People's opinions are a fearsome thing."

He finished speaking with a dejected expression.

Zuo Shanshan abandoned all her willfulness and snuggled into the general's arms like a kitten. "Good father, good father, your daughter won't go anywhere else. Your daughter will marry you and be your bride tonight, okay?"

The general laughed happily. "Then tonight, father will be the groom. Shanshan, look what gift your father has for you."

Shanshan remembered that night of the sandstorm, when her father had also given her a gift—himself. When she saw his naked, strong body with an erection, she collapsed softly into the bathtub.

"Shanshan, lift the covers and see for yourself," the general said with a smile, looking mysterious. Shanshan didn't know what trick her father was up to this time. These old men who frequented brothels had plenty of ways to manipulate women.

Under the cashmere-like floral quilt, there was a couplet written in bold strokes: the first line read...new house, new bed, new bedding; the second line read...old people, old things, old things. After reading it, Shan Shan exclaimed, "Dad... why do you say that too?" Her displeased gaze fixed on her father's face. "In your eyes, is your daughter really worthless?"

"Silly girl, that's not what I meant. I meant that in this environment, even though you and I had a one-night stand, we can still rekindle our relationship."

"Hmph!" Shan Shan feigned anger. "You explained it well, otherwise you wouldn't be able to..."

"Haha, Shan Shan..." the general said with relish, pleased with his plan. "You think I won't get into bed?" He leaned back on the bed.

"You bad father, you scoundrel!" Shan Shan sat down beside him angrily. "Even if we get into bed, I won't let you touch my body."

"Then you'll suffocate me, won't you?" He laughed, hugging his daughter. "You said tonight you're my bride." She gave him a nudge. "That couplet you just wrote is missing a horizontal scroll!"

The general pretended to realize something. "Oh, then let your daughter be a father and see."

"Then you write one too, as a wedding night couplet."

"Okay, okay, we'll write it on our hands."

The two picked up pens from the bedside table and faced each other. Smiling, she said, "You go first." Shanshan, true to her womanly nature, replied, "Silly girl, let's go together."

"Okay." Shanshan finished speaking, but then blinked, watching the general open his palm: "Go for it!" "Oh dear, how could you be so naughty, you bad father, are you so lustful?" Remembering her father's lecherous look as he pressed against her, Zuo Shanshan's heart pounded again.

"What about yours?" The general, seeing he'd been tricked by his daughter, pounced and pried open her palm to look.

"You're so naughty, I won't let you see." She turned away, trying to avoid him, but the general pulled her into a tight embrace. "Good Shanshan, good wife." In his haste, he blurted out everything. Hearing this, Shanshan blushed and her heart pounded; even in that situation that day, he hadn't uttered those words. He

managed to pry it open, and the general excitedly looked at the four bright red characters in his daughter's palm: "Welcome on all sides." His heart felt like it had eaten honey; all the dark clouds had dissipated. Lu Zirong, even without Viagra, I've still beaten you.

"Little vixen, let Daddy see how you squeeze between your legs?" he said, reaching for his daughter's crotch.

"No, no!" Shanshan squeezed her legs together and pulled back. "Didn't you complain about licking the bottom of the plate?" Zuo Shanshan was still resentful.

"Good daughter..." The general no longer had any airs. In front of his daughter, he was always humble and obsequious, saying, "Dad knows the delicious food on your plate."

"Hmph, now you know how good your daughter is, right?" Shanshan heard the pleading in her father's tone and stopped being jealous. She let the general insert his large hand between her legs.

"Good daughter, take it off." The general eagerly touched that bulging spot.

Shanshan hesitated for a while, her face flushed as she watched the general's hand stroking her buttocks. "Dad,

look at how impatient you are, are you going to make me... take it off or not?" Her charming eyes made the general feel a little smug.

The general lingered on the edge of the bed, reluctant to leave. "Don't look!" Her sweet, coquettish voice was like honey, sending a jolt of joy through his heart. Zuo Shanshan, her back to her father, alternately pulled her ankles from her clothes and climbed onto the new bed under the general's gaze. The way she squatted suddenly reminded the general of a couplet, and he unconsciously recited: "A daughter guts a fish, squatting down to cut it in two!"

Zuo Shanshan lowered her head, her face suddenly flushing. Her pure white panties clung tightly to her legs, revealing a slit in the middle, a sight that stirred the imagination. No wonder her father had said, "You naughty father, always teasing people!" "

I'll add one too," he thought, "isn't that a flirtatious poem by the Su siblings?" It turned out that Su Shi and his sister Su Xiaomei were naturally unrestrained, their talent and poetic sensibility far surpassing others. They often quoted classics, composing poems and enjoying themselves, naturally unlike ordinary people, and thus unconstrained by worldly conventions. This couplet tells the story of Su Dongpo returning home on horseback and seeing his sister, Su Xiaomei, squatting by a well, gutting a fish. While siblings shouldn't flirt, Su Shi, accustomed to his romantic ways, couldn't resist and blurted out, "Sister gutting a fish, squat down and cut it in two!"

Su Xiaomei looked down at herself, secretly annoyed at her brother's joke, but also captivated by his clever reply. Her squatting posture already revealed her secret, and she couldn't help but admire it. Hesitating for a moment, she finally couldn't resist, raising her head slightly, half-shyly and half-jokingly, and saying to her brother, "Brother riding a horse, mount it and add another whip." Su Shi originally intended to show off his talent and embarrass his sister, but Su Xiaomei's reply was even more perfect and fitting. Wasn't mounting it just adding another whip?

Thinking of this, Zuo Shanshan gave her father the matching line: "General riding a horse, mount it and add another whip." The general's whip seemed to be eagerly awaiting its arrival.

He suddenly recalled a famous couplet from his military days, a self-deprecating joke among generals: "The sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of groans, all are pleasing to the ear." It blended the tragic scene of the battlefield with a subtle allusion to matters of love and sex, and

he recited it with a smile. Shanshan, her heart still pounding after her father's first couplet, was unsure of his next move. She was prepared to yield and please him, but instead, her father recited this next couplet. She knew it was one she'd encountered in school, but his change of "sound of reading" to "sound of groans" perfectly captured the essence of love and sex. The next line, if read aloud in its original form, would be out of place. She could only ponder it under the general's expectant gaze.

Suddenly, her face flushed, and she glared at her father. "Bad daddy, you're up to no good! Your daughter's answer is: 'Household matters, bedroom matters, matters between husband and wife, all are stirring my heart.'" She then turned to look at him, as if asking for his judgment. "How about it? Pretty good, isn't it?"

The general, captivated by her beauty, embraced her and begged for her hand. "Good girl, let Daddy touch you."

Shanshan gazed at her father tenderly, letting him hold her close. "Dad..." she whispered, "You take yours off too." Watching her father hastily strip down to his underwear, she gently grasped his erection. "Naughty Daddy, always trying to be naughty with your own daughter," she said, pulling it from his underwear. The hard thing, freed from its restraint, throbbed briefly in Shanshan's hand, but she held it tightly.

The general, seeing his daughter's firm grip, felt his veins throb again, and a glistening liquid involuntarily seeped from his urethra. Shanshan touched it with her slender fingers, shyly wanting to smell it under the general's nose. "Your nose is running."

The general took the opportunity to reach out and grasp his daughter's two drooping, white breasts, playing with them. "That's not snot, it's saliva."

"You're naughty!" A hint of lust flashed in the general's eyes, soothing his heart. The trembling sensation was truly unforgettable.

"Dad will be naughty for you." Saying this, he lifted his toes and reached under his daughter's buttocks, tracing the obvious crevice from where she was squatting down. The tracing made Shan Shan a little breathless. She hadn't expected her father to use such flirtatious methods this time, teasing her to her limit.

Her heart soared. "Dad, are the Su siblings really like that?"

"How?" The general's thumb rubbed back and forth in his daughter's slightly damp crevice. Hearing this, he suddenly pressed it into the indentation, watching his daughter's expression.

"Bad daddy!" She slapped his leg, scolding his indecent behavior.

"These two siblings are also incredibly talented, handsome and charming. There are even more scandalous tales in the unofficial histories. Besides the two I told you about, there's another story..." He fondled his daughter's breasts, savoring the allure of the young woman. A flush spread across Shan Shan's face.

"They really are... siblings..." He glanced sideways, then paused, as if it wasn't the right time to judge.

"The incest between siblings is even more thrilling, Shan Shan. Don't you feel that compared to others, you're different from your father..." He teased, tracing circles on Shan Shan's genitals with his toes, feeling the shallow crevice of her vulva, glistening with moisture.

"It's good, but it's not enough. You naughty, cocky daddy." She spoke with a seductive gaze, her thumb and forefinger pinching the general's large glans, causing it to tremble and bounce.

"Isn't it true that it's better to not have than to steal? Silly girl. Daddy likes this feeling, with his own daughter... Doesn't it feel good?" He teased Shan Shan's nipples, watching the areolas deepen in color, the nipples standing erect, feeling even more elastic to the touch.

"Bad! Bad!" Shan Shan twisted her body, her hands gripping the general's thick penis tightly, watching it awkwardly pull down, the small cherry-like tip opening and fluttering out of Shan Shan's hand, only to be pressed back into her palm.

"Shh..." The general breathed comfortably, "Take it off." Saying that, he lifted his buttocks, letting his daughter pull down his underwear.

"Did you miss your daughter?" Shan Shan grabbed it again, asking coquettishly.

“Try it.” He straightened up and brought it to his daughter’s lips. “Is Daddy’s big enough?”

Shan Shan scooped up the wrinkled testicles from under the general’s penis and stroked them. “His is a bit longer,” she said, looking up at her father, “but yours is thicker than his.”

“What if it goes in?” She pinched her breasts flat, which ignited a fire of desire in the general.

Shan Shan pinched the head of the general’s penis and suddenly pulled it down, making the general lift his buttocks to meet her in pleasure. “Daddy’s is still the best.”

“Hehe…” The general chuckled and reached his hand inside Shan Shan’s panties, touching between her legs.

The air in the room suddenly became thick with lust. The general felt Shan Shan’s mouth touch the head of his huge penis, a bright red spot being licked, from the urethral opening to the frenulum. He lay back, enjoying it, and took the remote control from the pillow, turning on the closed-circuit television in the room.

"One day, Su Shi and his sister were leading horses in the back garden. Su Xiaomei, who had always admired her brother's talent and was used to being open with him, suddenly had a whim and composed a couplet." The general felt his daughter's soft, fuzzy flesh and began to play with it wantonly. Shanshan's little mouth finally enveloped the swollen glans, gently enveloping it. "Go in a little more." The general glanced down and adjusted his position. Shanshan played with it, making circles with her fingers and teasing the area below the glans with the tip of her tongue.

On the screen, red and blue hues flashed. The general turned on the video recorder, and a familiar image popped up. "So comfortable!" the general said unconsciously, his hand reaching into the lower part of his daughter's vulva, gently thrusting in and out of her shallow little hole.

He suddenly remembered the meaning of that couplet. Did Su Xiaomei have the desire for her brother to have her back then?

"Big brother prepares the horse, thoughts of grass," it was clearly seduction. The general thought of this, read it aloud, and straightened his lower body, letting his penis slowly enter Shanshan's mouth. "Shanshan, do you know what Su Xiaomei means? This is an implication that Su Shi's horse is ready, and you can have it if you want. Su Shi, of course, knows his sister's thoughts, but as her older brother, he doesn't dare to cross the line, so he replies with the next line, 'Little sister is afraid of the sun and uses her hands to shield herself.'"

"Bad daddy, you men only think about vulgar things."

"Who isn't vulgar?" The general deeply penetrated his daughter's vagina, feeling Shanshan's slippery inner walls and emptiness.

“Men are vulgar, women are vulgar, and they eventually come together and make love.”

“Bad daddy, you say such awful things. Dad…” She paused, her voice tinged with shyness, “That line about the little sister hiding her genitals in the sun is so apt.”

“Heh, that Su Shi was really something. The little sister already knew his thoughts, and he was still worried about whether his sister would hide her genitals or not?

Maybe

he’d be doing the same thing as my daughter.” “Oh dear, you bad daddy, you make your daughter sound so cheap and lewd. Do

you mean I’d just spread my legs and let you do it to me?” “Shanshan, don’t you want that?” He teased her, drawing circles inside her. “Dad just wants you to be a noblewoman in public and a slut in bed. Do you remember that night when we made love? From then on, in my heart, you’ve gone from a lady to a slut. But you’re Daddy’s slut.”

Shanshan then affectionately grabbed her father’s majestic and powerful member with one hand.

"Do you still remember that intoxicating night?" The general seemed to see that dusty Beijing night before him, his face beaming with a mixture of victory, satisfaction, and happiness after a decisive battle. "You comforted me after years of longing, Shanshan. After so many years of military service, only today did I experience such a thrilling journey—the exhilarating feeling of the three great battles—through my daughter. My daughter, for so many years, I thought I would never again experience that kind of powerful and exhilarating battle, but that night, you conquered so many castles for me. When I possessed your capital, that exhilarating moment ignited the brilliance of my life, allowing me to rediscover my fighting spirit."

The general spoke with deep longing, "Ups and downs are not class oppression; great rises and falls create a new generation. Come here,"

he said, lifting her buttocks and pulling Shanshan to his side, "I've been with countless women in my life, but only you have rekindled my passion." He parted Shanshan's long, fleshy cleft, "Your amorous cave is my intoxicating sanctuary."

"Hmm." Shan Shan obediently pressed against him, her small hand once again grasping the general's towering cannon muzzle.

In an instant, the screen was filled with the sounds of women's moans and the smoke-filled war scenes.

Nestled in her father's broad chest, teasing each other between their legs, Shan Shan wondered why her father had turned on the video recording at this moment. 02-04

Chapter 18

(1)

Inside the Dynasty Hotel, Lu Zirong sat on the sofa, staring at Liu Xiao with great admiration, "Black Bull, you did a good job this time, all the goods were sold." He excitedly smoked the special cigarette, which Black Bull had developed for him in Saigon, a homemade cigarette that could improve a man's sexual ability.

"How could I not obey my brother's orders?" Black Bull was always confident in his ability to handle things, but he did not expect the last accident to come from within. This surprised him somewhat, so this time he made strict selections and took necessary measures.

“Brother has always trusted you, but our line of work is like walking on a knife’s edge. We have to be extra careful. If something goes wrong, it won’t just be a matter of going to jail.” He exhaled a smoke ring, appearing quite relaxed.

“Yeah, I’ll be careful from now on.” Black Bull, lounging on the bed, also felt a great sense of accomplishment.

“How about this, besides your share of the reward, we’ll split the rest 40/60.” He looked at Black Bull and said.

“How can that be?” The unexpected surprise left Black Bull speechless.

“What? Still not satisfied?” Lu Zirong’s eyes shone with a gentleness and trust that Black Bull had never seen before.

He suddenly sat up in bed. “You’re a true friend, brother. From now on, I’ll be by your side. No matter what, just give the order.”

Lu Zirong withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted. Although Black Bull was completely loyal to him, in this line of work, it wasn’t just about loyalty and courage; more importantly, it required intelligence and ruthlessness. If it weren’t for his decisiveness this time, sacrificing a pawn to save the king, they might have failed completely.

"How did that go?"

"I brought it, brother." He knew Lu Zirong was referring to Wang Mei, and he was also well aware that many secrets were hidden within it, but Hei Niu had a slight understanding of Lu Zirong's thoughts. "Brother, are you still thinking about her?"

Lu Zirong didn't speak. His arrangements for Wang Mei could be said to be quite mature. This woman, who looked like his mother, was quite attractive to him. What he couldn't do to his mother, he could do perfectly well.

"It's good that you brought her."

"Are you going to have her come over tonight?" He moved closer to Lu Zirong. "This woman is indeed alluring, but compared to the old lady, she lacks that virtuous and noble lady's temperament."

"You've made something of yourself, kid?" Lu Zirong couldn't help but look at this rough man with new eyes. He hadn't expected him to have such a delicate appreciation.

"Hehe..." Hei Niu chuckled softly. "I also..." He paused, looking at Lu Zirong. "Brother, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Go ahead." Lu Zirong was quite interested.

"Brother, do you have a bit of a mother complex?" He said, staring intently at Lu Zirong, making Lu Zirong turn his head away in embarrassment.

"Nonsense!" A barely perceptible tremor ran through him, as if his privacy had been exposed.

"Brother, it's nothing. Deep down, every man has a kind of attachment to his mother, which manifests as a mother complex. I've known about your feelings for a long time, but..."

"But what?"

"Wang Mei just happened to soothe your feelings."

Lu Zirong looked at the crowds flowing outside the window, feeling an urge to speak his mind, but the man in front of him was, after all, his subordinate. Could he truly confide in him on this matter?

"Actually, after you left that day, Wang Mei told me everything. I knew then that you were using Wang Mei's body to vent your longing for the old lady."

"That slut!" Lu Zirong cursed inadvertently.

“Actually, brother, you don’t need to worry. I’ve finally found a confidant,” he sighed, his gaze wistful and melancholic. “I have similar experiences to you, brother, only I went further?”

“What did you say?”

Black Bull clutched his hair, his face gradually turning purple. After a long while, he swallowed hard, as if he were back in the past. “When I was eighteen and just starting out, my father went to jail for drug trafficking. My mother advised me not to follow in his footsteps, but I was young and competitive then, and I didn’t take her words seriously, yet I didn’t dare disobey her. Because I loved my mother very much.”

“So, you also have a mother complex?”

“Yes, not only a mother complex, but I also committed an unforgivable crime. That same year, by chance, I raped her.”

“You?”

“Brother, brother…” he cried, tears streaming down his face. “I know I’m guilty, but I was already beyond redemption. That day I drank alcohol and felt horrified, so I went straight to the bathroom. My mother was taking a shower there. I was dizzy and momentarily stunned. Then I saw her covering her lower body with her hands. I couldn’t control myself anymore, so I rushed over and grabbed her. Amidst her cries, I pinned her to the floor and raped her.”

“Damn it!” Lu Zirong cursed softly. This should have been a mutual act of love. He remembered his first time with Li Rouqian; it was an immense stimulation and unparalleled pleasure. The mother and son’s genitals were intimately intertwined, reaching the pinnacle of lovemaking together.

“I know I defiled my mother. After that incident, I didn’t go home for several days, but I missed her terribly. One rainy day, I went home and saw my mother’s nonchalant expression, which eased my anxiety. But afterwards, I kept thinking about my mother’s body, hoping to see her private parts again.

That summer, my mother wore a very short skirt. During dinner, I saw her red underwear when she bent over, and I had a sudden impulse. When she went into the house, I hugged her. My mother’s struggles and cries softened my heart, but somehow, I knelt down in front of her and confessed the love that a son shouldn’t have. Seeing my mother turn her head away in shame, I suddenly picked her up, pressed her onto the bed, and raped her again despite her slight resistance.” He seemed to be confessing his actions as he said this.

“And then what?” Lu Zirong was eager to hear the immense shock of the incestuous relationship between mother and son.

"Later, I would have sex with her every now and then, with her half-hearted resistance. Gradually, my mother was able to accept it, and I was glad it was my first time. But the good times didn't last long. Three months later, my mother started vomiting. She secretly told me that she was pregnant. In a mix of surprise and self-blame, we spent every night in a panic. Finally, she heard the gossip from the neighbors for the first time."

"You've been discovered?" Lu Zirong asked worriedly.

"No, it's just that my mother is showing, and my father is in jail, so the neighbors are speculating that my mother is having an affair.

My mother also vaguely told me that I should end this relationship, but how can I break free from this addiction? Seeing my mother's increasingly swollen belly, I only intensified my demands on her. Finally, unable to bear the pressure of gossip and cold stares, my mother gave in again after my pleas and hanged herself."

Lu Zirong was shocked again upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Hei Niu to have such an experience. Yet, he also felt sorry for Hei Niu's mother's strong will.

"Are you sure it's yours?"

Hei Niu nodded. "When my mother and I were together, my father was in jail for half a year. Besides, we never used condoms when we were together."

"Sigh... what a pity." He didn't know whether he felt sorry for his mother's suicide or for the child not being born.

“Brother,” Black Bull said painfully, “I really feel guilty towards Mom. Although I loved her back then, I was too young and hadn’t experienced much. If things had been different now, I definitely wouldn’t have let Mom go down that path.”

He then earnestly said, “Brother, actually, this isn’t a big deal in Thailand and Japan now. Anything can happen there.”

These words sounded like words of comfort to Lu Zirong, and a sweet feeling welled up inside him. Although Black Bull understood his own feelings, he didn’t know that he had slept with his mother, and that they were very loving.

“Silly little brother…” He used this term for the first time with Black Bull, and Black Bull truly appreciated it. “Brother really feels sorry for you. If it were ten years ago, I would definitely have given you and your mother your blessing.”

“I know, it’s a pity I met you too late, brother.” Black Bull wiped away a tear. “Otherwise, Mother wouldn’t have left so early.”

“That child must be over ten years old, right?” He suddenly had the idea of having Li Rouqian have a child for him too. “Black Bull, are you sure that child is really yours?”

“Brother, it’s undeniable. My mother told me that she was careless. That time in the bathroom, she was in her fertile period, and she hasn’t had her period since. Counting the dates, it was me who conceived the child. She must be thirteen or fourteen now.”

“Sigh… Brother, you missed a good match.” Lu Zirong thought of his love with Li Rouqian, a rare opportunity. His mother loved him, and he loved his mother. If he could have his mother give birth to a son or daughter like Black Bull, he would be content. Just as he was thinking this, his phone vibrated. He opened it; it was from his mother, Li Rouqian. A heart yearning

for its lover, swaying on the bed, curtains beckoning from upstairs. Mother crosses the bridge to the bride, the wind blows, the rain falls. When will she hold her son in her arms? The word “lust” is slowly sung, incense burns on her vulva. But she tossed her own mother onto the bed, reddening her peach and purplening her son's penis.

"You slut, all you know is to seduce your son with these lewd poems. Once I've slept with you, you pretend to be reserved. I remember that day with my sister, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, to have my mother and sister defiled, but that slut hesitated. I finally got her, but that damned Da Qing ruined the fun. Mother, when will the three of us have a threesome?"

He casually typed a line and sent it: "Two on the green bed, flying together morning and evening; the mother's heart will turn towards the sun, the son inserts lotus leaves for defilement.

" "I know," Black Bull said softly, seeing Lu Zirong had business to attend to. "If you need anything, I can help you."

"How will you help?" Lu Zirong asked, looking at Black Bull after sending the message. He hadn't expected this kid to be one step ahead of him, though he'd used coercive methods. But it was still fulfilling his dream.

"I have hallucinogens here, not the ordinary kind, they can increase a woman's libido."

"You mean you want me to put it on her?" Lu Zirong asked Black Bull.

“No matter how you look at Wang Mei, she can’t compare to the old lady. Once or twice is fine, but in the long run… Brother, a heart ailment needs a heart remedy.” He was telling the truth. When he first saw Wang Mei, he was eager for her, but she was no match for Yingying. He could only satisfy his cravings a little.

“Let’s talk about this later. Have her come over tonight.”

“I’ll listen to you, brother.” He said, bending down slightly, intending to leave. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Brother, keep this for you.” He placed a packet of hallucinogens in front of Lu Zirong.

(2)

Lu Zirong watched as Hei Niu closed the door. Just as he was about to lie down, his phone vibrated again. He was secretly delighted. He knew that he had neglected his mother and sister these past few days, and they both harbored resentment. Moreover, there was the promise he had left for his sister in the garden. If he hadn’t been worried, he might have already made love to Ziyan there.

He picked up his phone and opened it. Sure enough, it was true.

"Two acres of fertile land lie idle, waiting for someone to plow them."

Lu Zirong chuckled slightly, deftly pressing a series of keys and sending: "All that strength of an ox, no land to till."

Li Rouqian: "You dead man, come back here already."

Lu Zirong: "You slut, Wang Chao Ju Xiang Ge."

Just as the mother and son were exchanging messages, a soft knock came at the door.

"Come in." A faint "Come in" was heard, and in a daze, his mother, Li Rouqian, gracefully appeared. Lu Zirong was so delighted that he stood up, embraced her, and immediately demanded pleasure. "Mother, why did you come so quickly?"

Her every move was alluring, her voice sweet and coquettish. "Master, I'm not the Rou Rou you've been longing for."

Through the haze, Lu Zirong recognized the person in his arms. "Wang Mei? Little slut, why are you only arriving now?" She was even more charming than when he first saw her, only less delicate.

"So, you're missing your slut, sir? I just received orders from Master Liu."

Lu Zirong suddenly remembered his instructions. "Where's Black Bull?"

"He stood at the door for a while, told me to serve you well, and then left."

"Little slut, tonight I'll let you meet someone." As he spoke, he unhooked Wang Mei's bra, taking out her plump breasts to play with. Li Rouqian's were also full, but they couldn't compare to Wang Mei's tender, white, and full breasts; holding them felt like touching cotton.

"Is it the person I dream about?" Wang Mei's worldly air made her easy for men to do as they pleased.

"Slut, exactly like you."

"So, this is the mother you keep calling Rou Rou?" Wang Mei was used to the ways of the brothel, so she didn't hide anything and always flirted with men according to their tastes.

Lu Zirong was about to say something when his phone rang. “Hey, Rou Rou.”

“You jerk, where are you?” Li Rouqian said in a coquettish voice, making Lu Zirong’s heart skip a beat. “I’m waiting for you at Juxiang Pavilion.”

“Mother has arrived, why don’t you come down to greet her?” Li Rouqian received Lu Zirong’s text message and hurriedly called a car. She knew her son had been busy these past few days and didn’t want to meet him, but she couldn’t stop missing him, so she sent him a text message. Who knew her son would reply, and in such an ambiguous way, that her heart, which had been neglected for several days, couldn’t help but pound wildly.

Lu Zirong hugged Wang Mei, nestled his face against her chest, and said lewdly, “Rou Rou, dear mother, your son can’t go out,” his erection was high, “I’m waiting for you in bed.”

“You jerk.” Hearing this, Li Rouqian’s longing of the past few days suddenly concentrated between her legs, and she felt that she was already wet there.

“Slut,” Lu Zirong replied to her, then turned to Wang Mei, “lick it for me.”

Wang Mei obediently squatted down, unbuckled Lu Zirong’s belt, and pulled out his enormous penis, playing with it. “Master, may I ask you something? Is Rou Rou your mother?”

Lu Zirong fell over her and began to undress her. “Slut, let me tell you, tonight I’m going to fuck my mother with you.”

Wang Mei was stripped naked, giggling, "That slut is your mother too."

Lu Zirong stood by the bed, grabbed Wang Mei's hair, and slowly put it into her mouth. He couldn't suppress the strong desire to play with her breasts, bending down and kneading them back and forth with both hands.

"Master, your cock is so thick." Wang Mei licked it, then took it into her mouth, swallowing it all the way down to her throat.

"Come here, let Master play with your cunt." Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Sir, someone's looking for you." The waitress's gentle voice said.

Lu Zirong stood up, "Let her in."

With a "please come in," Li Rouqian's eyes widened in surprise. She never expected her son to humiliate her here. She had thought that Lu Zirong, like her, was looking forward to their rendezvous, but now it was nothing like that. He was actually playing with another woman in the room.

"You bastard..." She covered her face and hid to the side. The waitress was still outside the door. How could she, as a mother, show her face?

Lu Zirong knew his mother wouldn't accept this scene, so he quickly pulled her aside and pushed the door shut. "Rou Rou, Rou Rou, dear mother," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace and pressing his penis between her legs.

"You?" Still thinking about that bitch, her heart pounded at her son's audacity. She stole a glance and her mind raced; that woman was a spitting image of herself.

"Rou Rou's mother, tonight I'm letting you meet someone," he said, pulling his mother closer. Li Rouqian, no longer caring about shame, had no right to pretend to be virtuous now. Perhaps her son and that bitch had already set a trap.

"You are…" Wang Mei wasn't surprised by their meeting, thinking it was just a rich man playing with women. But seeing Li Rouqian's appearance shocked her. Could there be a third person in the world who looked exactly like her, besides her sister Li Rouqian?

"You must be Wang Mei?" Startled, Li Rouqian suddenly remembered the little girl her father had adopted over a decade ago—a spitting image of herself. If it weren't for her father's inappropriate desires, perhaps they would have remained sisters forever.

"You're the older sister?" Wang Mei's first thought upon seeing her was that of Li Rouqian. She remembered her so vividly; if it weren't for her father's abuse, they might truly have been close sisters.

"Good sister, where have you been all these years?" The concern in her voice eased Wang Mei's vengeful heart. For years, she had sought revenge, but with her current status and power, how could she possibly succeed? Besides, she hated that so-called father; Li Rouqian had truly been like a sister back then. Seeing Li Rouqian's genuine concern, a surge of kinship overwhelmed her.

"Sister," she sobbed, choking back tears. Over the years, she had suffered countless hardships, but to whom could she confide? Although Li's father had violated her in the past, it was all in the past. Could she possibly take revenge on Li Rouqian?

"Sister, you can live here from now on." This heartfelt concern filled Wang Mei with gratitude.

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes, but then realized she was naked. "You...?"

Li Rouqian, remembering her earlier lapse in composure, felt a pang of embarrassment. Seeing that she was still being held in her son's arms, she hesitated and broke free from Lu Zirong's embrace.

"Aunt..." He couldn't believe that the woman he had once violated was his aunt. Back in Saigon, seeing Wang Mei's chain, he felt something was amiss, and now it seemed it was true. A strong urge surged within him. He looked down at his own reflection; he was still fully erect.

"Sister, is Master your son?" She stared wide-eyed in surprise, unable to believe their relationship.

Li Rouqian, as if her thoughts had been read, nodded with difficulty.

“No wonder Master missed you so much,” she thought, recalling her illicit affair with Lu Zirong during those days in Saigon. Yet, in Master’s heart, she was always considered someone else, and today it seemed that was her sister, Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian’s face flushed red and then paled, as if her younger sister had seen through everything. A resentment arose in her heart towards her son. Thinking this, her eyes betrayed her thoughts: “Little devil, are you going to expose everything between you and Mother? How am I supposed to face people after this?

” Wang Mei quietly pulled Li Rouqian closer. “Sister, Master is deeply in love with you.” She said, glancing at Li Rouqian’s face.

“Sister, don’t say that. You and Rong’er can be together, but I…”

“You haven’t been with Master yet…?” She looked at her suspiciously. The scene Lu Zirong had arranged clearly indicated that they had crossed the line between mother and son, or perhaps Master had ulterior motives.

“Oh… I’m so ashamed, sister, I’d better go back.” She covered her face, intending to turn away, but Lu Zirong gave her a wink. Wang Mei knew what Lu Zirong was thinking. She stepped forward and pulled Li Rouqian closer. "Sister, don't go. I want to talk to you some more." She then pulled Li Rouqian to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Actually, it's not surprising for a man to have some outrageous thoughts. If Father hadn't liked you back then, he wouldn't have adopted me. To be honest, all these years, I don't resent him anymore, even though he doted on you while secretly abusing me. Now that I think about it, he also had those strange thoughts, but I was your substitute."

Li Rouqian stared at her wide-eyed. "You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Sister, I'm not talking nonsense. I've experienced a lot these past years. Actually, men have a kind of love for their relatives that goes beyond that of family. Some people show it, some suppress it, and once the right opportunity arises, it will be revealed. When Father abused me, he often called out your name. At that time, I didn't understand. Later in Saigon, when Grandpa and I made love, he also called out your name." Li Rouqian recalled the scene of Lu Zirong's phone call with her. That scene made her heart race; he actually used Wang Mei's words to call her his whore. But how could he expose the mother-son relationship if he didn't speak up?

"Later, I learned that it's called Oedipus complex." The two whispered among themselves, which stirred Li Rouqian's heart, but she dared not express it in front of her sister. "Master, come here."

Lu Zirong abandoned his usual airs at this moment. He knew that if Wang Mei didn't intervene, his mother would never share a bed with the three of them.

"You're not a real man." Wang Mei laughed and scolded, "You act all high and mighty in front of your mother, but your feelings are all talk." She smiled and grasped Lu Zirong's erect penis, "Aren't you going to beg your mother for mercy?"

Lu Zirong's penis twitched in Wang Mei's hand, "Mother is all talk." He looked at Li Rouqian's expression, which seemed to want to look but dared not, and said with a double meaning.

"You?" Li Rouqian glared at him angrily. "You good-for-nothing, you useless thing." She turned her face away, deliberately avoiding his gaze. She was furious that her son had repeatedly placed her in such situations—first with her daughter Ziyan, then with her sister. What status or position did she have as a mother? If her son were with her tonight, all her longing wouldn't have been in vain.

"Hehe, look at how crazy you two were on the phone, you've already made love." Wang Mei forcefully grabbed Lu Zirong's penis, pulling it all the way to the base. The swollen, purple glans swayed before their eyes, the foreskin bulging with veins, making Li Rouqian's heart pound. She had already experienced her son's sexual prowess firsthand. It was the kind of pleasure that made a woman feel like she was dying and being reborn.

"You slut, hurry up and suck me." He squatted by the bed, watching Wang Mei tease his penis with one hand, then reached for her heavy breasts with the other.

"I'm not coming, you dead man, you're bullying your mother." Li Rouqian made a soft sound through her nose. She had put all her heart into him, but this beast was playing with another woman in front of her, wasting all her love. Was her mother really not as good as that slut?

Lu Zirong inserted his foot into Wang Mei's fully open vulva as she squatted down, teasing her exposed tongue, causing Wang Mei to sway her body, her hair cascading down to cover Lu Zirong's thighs. "Master...Master..." she cried out tightly as Lu Zirong thrust hard into her throat.

"Rou Rou," she murmured, calling her mother's name in a dreamlike voice, making Li Rouqian's heart itch. This beast was really fantasizing about her, but why did you let your mother meet you in this kind of situation? After seeing your letter, your mother quickly changed her clothes and even washed that place especially for you...you know that when we meet in secret, you will lick your mother there. You little beast, you can bully your mother however you want, just don't do that in front of others.

"Dear Mother—" Lu Zirong cried out, forcefully pressing Wang Mei's head down, his body tensing as he thrust into her throat. His hands then began groping Li Rouqian. Li Rouqian's heart pounded. Her sister and son's teasing was driving her to the brink of collapse, yet she couldn't let go of her maternal pride. "Rou Rou's mother…" Lu Zirong's touch moved from her thighs to her crotch. Li Rouqian trembled, a gush of vaginal fluid overflowing from there, soaking her buttocks. "

You little beast, you've put your mother in such a difficult position! If it weren't for Wang Mei, you could do whatever you wanted to me, but now how am I supposed to undress and face you? Am I really going to have sex with you right in front of her?"

Her son's hand was already on her, touching her bulging breasts. Li Rouqian instinctively moved forward, giving Lu Zirong more room to maneuver. "Thank goodness that slut can't see! Good heavens! How dare you play with your mother like this?" He's fastening it, fastening it! My vagina can't hold back anymore; an even larger gush of vaginal fluid erupts from there.

“Rou Rou, so Rou Rou…” Lu Zirong inserted his toes into Wang Mei’s vagina, looking at her two drooping breasts and her messy legs.

“Master, you want this slut.” Wang Mei was burning up from Lu Zirong’s ministrations, thirstily begging for his thrusts. Her hands cupped his large testicles, squeezing them until Lu Zirong felt pain.

“Slut, I want you.” As Lu Zirong said this, he thrust hard into Li Rouqian’s vagina, so hard that Li Rouqian felt even her underwear being stuffed inside. Her whole body went limp, as if she had replaced Wang Mei. “Rong’er,

Rong’er.” Her legs tensed, and she involuntarily uttered a sound.

“You slut, go wash up first.” Lu Zirong stood up, his large penis covered in Wang Mei’s saliva, the glans throbbing wildly, and said to his mother. Li Rouqian, reluctant to leave the feeling, heard Lu Zirong’s words and quickly stood up, clamping her legs together and rushing to the bathroom. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her, "Master, you're going to kill me!" She couldn't help but turn around and saw Lu Zirong straddling Wang Mei's snow-white buttocks, his enormous penis fully inserted, his two loose testicles slapping against her vulva. Good heavens! Wasn't that like a female dog mating? She gasped, covering her mouth in shock. She had been with men countless times, but she had never seen anything like this before. Even with her son, she had only been pinned down or straddled. Remembering how her son had played with her like that with Yanzi that day, she imagined Rong'er's large testicles slapping against her vulva.

Her face flushed red, afraid Wang Mei would see, she quickly slipped into the bathroom, her face still burning, her heart pounding. Would Rong'er do this to her too? Would he really do this to her right in front of Wang Mei?

Rong'er, you bastard, how...how can your mother face anyone now? Mother will never be that bitch. Just thinking about bitches makes her feel like her son has penetrated her.

You bad man, you little beast who even sleeps with his mother! How could I have given birth to such a shameless thing? You gave birth to me, how can you go in again now? Oh... no more, no more, I've already given up. I'm already your woman, you can do whatever you want with me.

Thinking this, she felt a wave of numbness and soreness in her heart, and her body felt even emptier. Oh... Rong'er, why aren't you coming in? I can't take it, I can't take your teasing. You big-dicked son, you heartless thing, I've given you my body, and you're playing with other women. Is it only for a little while, and you're already tired of me?

Hearing Wang Mei calling "Master... Master" outside, she leaned closer to the door and listened carefully. The thumping and pounding sounds made Li Rouqian's lust burn even more. You bastard, you're so tempting, you're arousing me, but you don't care about me.

Li Rouqian reached out and took off her clothes, turned on the tap, and adjusted the water to a cool temperature, wanting to cool down her burning desire.

(3)

"Master, you really haven't slept with her yet?" Wang Mei looked at Lu Zirong with a pair of flirtatious eyes, and she could see the strong desire to rape his mother in Lu Zirong's eyes.

"You slut," Wang Mei's huge buttocks were sandwiched between two plump fleshy mounds, making her look more like a sandwich.

"That day in Saigon, I guessed that Rou Rou was an old lady," Wang Mei turned to look at Lu Zirong, and reached down to grab Lu Zirong's testicles from under her belly. "Sure enough, Master, people say that men who love their mothers are children who never grow up."

"You slut..." Lu Zirong pounded hard, "Let's see if it's big?"

"Big, Master's big," Wang Mei's coquettish words further fueled Lu Zirong's desire, "Li Rouqian will definitely like it when she sees it later." Lu Zirong pinched her buttocks hard and fucked her.

“Master, you’ll have to use some tricks on her, or all your efforts will be in vain.”

“Master knows, you slut, unlike you, with your loose belt and abundant juices.”

“Silly Master, Li Rouqian might be even looser than me, just look at her eyes.” She grabbed and rubbed her testicles, which were taut with desire. “But, just because you’re her son, Master, you’ll have to put in some effort.”

Lu Zirong’s hand reached between Wang Mei’s legs, touching the point where they were joined, feeling his hard penis inside her, sticky and slippery, quite interesting. “You can see her wantonness?”

“She’s interested in you, Master, why not take her tonight?” She swayed her hips, deliberately arousing Lu Zirong’s desire, “I know she won’t refuse.” Women are most perceptive of each other’s hearts. In fact, Lu Zirong knew his mother all too well, but he couldn’t let go in front of Wang Mei.

Lu Zirong watched his penis go in and out of Wang Mei's vagina, the foamy shaft stretching her slightly swollen labia. He pulled it out and used his hand to push it inside, making Wang Mei scream. "Master...Master—kill me!" Her pleading gaze made Lu Zirong harden his heart. He inserted two fingers, rotating them left and right inside her wide vagina, her vulva wide open, revealing tender flesh. Lu Zirong had heard that women could squirt, so he placed his left hand slightly above Wang Mei's pubic hair and gently pressed down, while his right hand, at the tip of her vagina, felt the soft, slippery protrusion and vigorously pushed it up and down. Wang Mei, suddenly subjected to this pressure, twisted her buttocks and cried out incoherently. Lu Zirong was eager to see what female squirting was like, so he kept poking his penis against Wang Mei's anus.

"Master...Master...please spare me." Wang Mei, her waist swaying like a water snake, felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her lower body. Her vagina and pelvis convulsed, but suddenly a torrent of pleasure overwhelmed her. After several spasms, a gush of fluid spurted out, soaking Lu Zirong's legs as if doused with water. Excitedly, he pressed down on her buttocks and thrust hard into Wang Mei's anus.

"You slut, I'll fuck you to death." He continued to thrust and pull relentlessly, leaving no room for retreat.

Li Rouqian hid in the bathroom, listening to the continuous trembling sounds and her son's fierce thrusts outside. She knew the two had reached a fever pitch. Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, her body trembled involuntarily. Her body would soon be ruined by her son. Alas, it was in front of outsiders, otherwise, her mother would have used some tricks. Thinking of the seductive scenes of herself and her son climbing into bed, Li Rouqian felt a chill run down her spine. Lu Zirong, do you fuck your own mother like you fuck other women? You little beast, your mother is no worse than those people. Your mother can do it too, she can do those positions for you to do it, she can say those lewd things you like to hear. Don't you like it when your mother says those things? Dear husband, dear son, let's see how you get that thing inside your mother then, ah... ah... She thought to herself as she stroked her white, steamed-bun-like vulva, which was covered in water.

Just as she heard Wang Mei cry out "Ah-ah-", Li Rouqian, who had already lathered herself with soap, couldn't help but stick her head out the door. "Ah-ah..." Before Li Rouqian could even peek out, Lu Zirong blocked her way.

"You?" A startled cry mixed with shyness made Li Rouqian cover her lower body.

"Rou Rou, my dear mother." Lu Zirong looked at his mother's wet body, his lewd gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. He suddenly remembered Su Shi's couplet: "The little sister fears the sun, her hands covering her shade." Did his mother also fear the sun?

"Rong'er, your mother isn't clean yet." She said, covering herself and turning away.

Lu Zirong rudely turned her back around. "Why are you still covering your cunt? Let your son put it in and wash it for you." As he spoke, he took his hard object and started thrusting and probing between Li Rouqian's legs.

"Ah-ah... you bastard, saying such lewd things." She was so angry that she forgot about her naked lower body and pounded her fists on her son's shoulders. Taking advantage of the situation, Lu Zirong slipped his hand into his mother's soap-covered vulva. "Mother crosses the bridge to the bride, the mother's peach turns red, the son's penis turns purple. Rou Rou, why are you still covering up?"

"You're bad, bad, letting people see your godmother." Amidst his mother's affectionate pounding, Lu Zirong arched his back, playing with Li Rouqian's plump vulva. The soap-covered area was sticky and slippery, acting as a lubricant.

"Rou Rou, didn't you see Wang Mei is a spitting image of you? In Saigon, if I hadn't seen her face, I wouldn't have wanted her. Mother, lying on top of her, isn't it the same as riding on your own mother?"

"You just know how to bully Mom." Li Rouqian was forced to back away, but Lu Zirong relentlessly groped her, "Had enough of your crazy antics? Now you're here to mess with me." Li Rouqian pouted, glanced at the bathroom door, and grabbed Lu Zirong's penis.

“Silly Rou Rou, your son just wants you two sisters to serve him once. Two identical mothers, kneeling there, that’s like twin lotus blossoms, a son can pluck at will, plucking the mother’s flower bud, the mother’s womb is the son’s.”

“You want your mother to carry your child?” Li Rouqian asked in surprise, “No, no.”

“Rou Rou, Da Qing got you pregnant, why can’t your son?” His penis teasingly poked at Li Rouqian’s vulva, the glans drilling in and out of the cleft.

“Da Qing is your father.”

“Rou Rou, my wife,” he lifted his mother’s thighs, pressing her against the bathroom wall, looking at his mother’s torn, long genitals, he raised his penis, aimed, and slowly ground it in.

“Rong’er,” Li Rouqian, like a dancer, had her thighs lifted onto Lu Zirong’s shoulders, her labia tightly clenched. Lu Zirong ground his glans, opening a cleft, watching his mother’s posture as he slowly pushed in. The long labia swallowed the head of his penis, gradually pulling back the foreskin, swallowing it in.

“Mother, good wife,” Lu Zirong murmured, watching her two testicles dangling between Li Rouqian’s legs, and excitedly thrusting in all the way.

“Rong’er, you’ve hit my cunt’s core.” Li Rouqian trembled with pleasure, resting her chin on her son’s shoulder, her voice trembling.

“Li Rouqian, you slut, I’m going to hit your cunt’s core.” He said, slamming his mother against the wall, followed by a thrust, and heard Li Rouqian’s head hit the wall with a thud.

“Does it hurt, Rourou?” He touched Li Rouqian’s head with concern.

“You’re about to feel good, you still want your mother.” Li Rouqian happily bit her son’s shoulder.

“Good wife, I want my mother to feel good, come on, I’ve hit your cunt’s core, Rourou, isn’t that right?” He was there, feeling an itch on the head of his penis, a hard, slippery protrusion pressing against the tip.

“Mmm, one more time, Rong’er, right there, ah…” She bit his shoulder, “It’s through, it’s through.”

“Slut, your son is about to penetrate you, didn’t Daqing want you like this?” He thrust in fiercely, then suddenly pulled out, “You whore, you whore your son fucks.” Then he quickly thrust all the way in.

“Ah… Rong’er, you might as well fuck your mother to death.” Li Rouqian happily reached out and touched Lu Zirong’s testicles hanging between his legs. Lu Zirong and she were chest to chest, their buttocks shaking violently, pounding on Li Rouqian’s life gate that had weathered so many storms.

The bathroom floor was covered in soapy water, causing Lu Zirong to almost slip several times. His penis, which slipped out of her vagina, was gently grasped by Li Rouqian, who fumbled to aim it, and then launched into another round of fierce thrusting, until Li Rouqian was panting heavily, her mouth agape, foaming at the mouth. The scene was incredibly exciting; mother and son were engaging in the most ecstatic and thrilling lovemaking in front of their enemy.

"Rong'er, put me down, I can't take it anymore!" The pain and soreness from her spread thighs made Li Rouqian feel utterly exhausted.

"Rou Rou, let's change positions." This position allowed him to see his mother's vulva, but it wasn't as satisfying. Lu Zirong picked up his mother, his penis still inside her, and walked out of the bathroom step by step.

"No… just do it here, Mother." Li Rouqian was still worried about Wang Mei seeing her incestuous relationship with her son, so she leaned on his shoulder and pleaded, though her tone wasn't as resolute.

"You slut, even now, what's the point of having any shame?" He kissed his mother's lips, thrusting with each step, making Li Rouqian weak all over, desperately kissing him back. "Wang Mei will watch us fuck later."

Li Rouqian blushed upon hearing this. "Good son, good husband, I'm giving myself to you." As she said this, she saw Lu Zirong carrying her out of the bathroom. "Don't humiliate your mother." "You

slut, come and see how I make love with my mother." Lu Zirong kicked Wang Mei, who was lying on the bed.

"Master, Master...you really know how to play." Wang Mei got up and looked at Lu Zirong and his mother's position of intercourse. Li Rouqian's swollen labia tightly squeezed his penis, forming a full circle around the insertion. She reached out and touched it, giggling, "Master, put it in, let me see."

Li Rouqian straddled her son's waist, listening to Wang Mei's teasing with shame, while Lu Zirong held her plump white buttocks and thrust in and out.

"Master, is it comfortable? This slut will help you have some fun." She held Li Rouqian's buttocks with one hand, pushing her up and down with Lu Zirong's movements, while grabbing Lu Zirong's testicles with the other, squeezing them hard, making Lu Zirong want to thrust in even more wildly.

"Slut, suck it for me." Wang Mei watched this incestuous scene with excitement. She didn't expect Lu Zirong to have sex with her own mother so quickly. It seems that nothing is impossible in this world. Even a noble woman like Li Rouqian is doing such a despicable thing as herself.

"Master, put in more effort." As Wang Mei squatted down, she saw Lu Zirong's penis sticking out of her mother's vagina, bouncing wildly on Li Rouqian's anus. Li Rouqian's two wet, lewd labia were turned outwards, glistening with moisture. She picked it up, bent down to Li Rouqian's vulva, and watched Lu Zirong's penis slowly enter her mother's vagina, stretching the slightly closed vulva full again. She let go and touched the point where the two were joined. "Master, push harder."

Lu Zirong thrust wildly into his mother, his mouth seeking to kiss her lips, making a loud slapping sound.

"Master, go in a little more." Watching Lu Zirong's penis go in and out, Wang Mei took the testicles swaying between her thighs into her mouth and sucked on them.

"Wife, wife, it feels so good."

Li Rouqian's snow-white, dazzling breasts swayed in front of Lu Zirong's eyes, which increased his brutality. His penis seemed to grow even longer inside his mother's vagina. Amid his mother's moans, Lu Zirong suddenly shouted, "Rou Rou, I'm coming."

Li Rouqian was frightened and tried to get up, but because of her straddling position, she couldn't pull out. She had to say urgently, "Rong'er, don't... don't come in, Mother is in her fertile period today." Hearing this, Lu Zirong was overjoyed and thrust his buttocks high, penetrating deeply. "Rou Rou, my wife, give your husband a baby."

A series of rapid ejaculations shot directly into Li Rouqian's uterus, his penis throbbing inside her a few times before another surge of power.

Li Rouqian's body trembled, and she climaxed along with her son's ejaculation.

"Master, were you satisfied this time?" Wang Mei touched Lu Zirong's sweaty body, lying down beside him, her hand gently stroking his cheek. Lu Zirong sandwiched his thighs between his mother's legs, his penis still inside Li Rouqian's body, the two tufts of pubic hair intertwined. Looking at Wang Mei's lustful appearance, he sighed... This woman, though she had his mother's appearance, exuded lewdness and wickedness in her bones; unlike his mother, who usually appeared noble and skillful, untouchable from afar, but in bed she was both seductive and provocative, irresistible, making one wish to melt into her body.

"Was it more satisfying than with a slut?" Wang Mei's tongue danced back and forth on Lu Zirong's nipple, making him feel comfortable, and her hand slipped between Wang Mei's legs. She knew that everyone wanted to have a woman like Li Rouqian first. If Li's father hadn't used her to satisfy his lust back then, given his state, incest between father and daughter was quite possible.

"Little slut, how can Rourou compare to you?" Lu Zirong leaned forward, touching Wang Mei's slightly hard, slippery tongue. "That's my own mother."

"You know, slut, a man's greatest desire is to ride his mother, to climb on his mother, to have a beauty in bed. You've had your mother tonight, you should be satisfied."

"I'm not satisfied, I want to have her for the rest of my life. You little slut." He twisted Wang Mei's flesh, as if to tear it off.

"Then aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"No way, right, Rourou?" He looked down at the part where he was joined with his mother, his half-erect penis protruding from his mother's body amidst the messy pubic hair, a pool of white, slippery fluid sticking to their pubic hair.

Li Rouqian heard their back-and-forth conversation, but kept her eyes closed and didn't speak.

"Shy?" Lu Zirong lifted her chin. "I'm not afraid of being struck by lightning, I'm just afraid of not being able to get into your cunt." Li Rouqian buried her head in his back, moaning. She still didn't dare face Wang Mei, after all, this was the most taboo thing in the world. "You slut, my mother is a virgin." He said, giving Li Rouqian a nipple thrust.

"Sister, is this your first time? Maybe you've tasted the sweetness and know what I'm like." Lu Zirong's nipples were hard, and Wang Mei was circling and playing with them.

"First time is awkward, second time is familiar, third time is when you're ready." He reached into his mother's vagina, feeling the point where his penis and vagina met. Li Rouqian's vagina was only slightly clenched, the two labia were stuck in the groove of his penis.

"You bastard, stop talking such vulgar things." Li Rouqian finally retorted, looking at her mother blushing like a ripe rose, Lu Zirong lifted his chin and kissed her. "Rou Rou, tonight I've deflowered you, so you should serve your husband this once."

Li Rouqian glanced at Wang Mei, which Lu Zirong caught. "Are you still worried about that slut? You little vixen, she's my woman now, what are you afraid of? If she dares to say a word, I'll tear her cunt off." As she spoke, her hands gently rested on his chest, and Lu Zirong knew his mother's mind was racing.

"Oh, Master, even if I had ten lives, I wouldn't dare. So you two are getting together, and I can't even get a piece of the action?"

Lu Zirong listened to her sweet talk, pulled her close, and pressed her against his chest. Looking at this woman who looked exactly like his mother, with a figure that was neither too thin nor too plump, but her genitals were more fleshy than his mother's, looking as cute as a baby, and more alluring than his mother's.

"Slut, from now on you'll be my concubine." Hearing this, Li Rouqian deliberately touched her son, clearly hating what he said.

"Jealous? Rou Rou." He turned her around and kissed her again. "Wife, you're your son's wife." He deliberately teased her. "I'm going to get you two pregnant today."

"Yes, that's good." Wang Mei giggled. "My sister and I will give you one."

Hearing this, Lu Zirong's penis began to throb, pulling Li Rouqian's vaginal muscles outwards. He took the opportunity to insert himself, slowly moving inside his mother's vagina.

"Rou Rou is in her fertile period today." He cupped Wang Mei's soft flesh, feeling his mother spread her legs, welcoming him to climb on top of her, and casually placing her legs on his body. This space gave him room to thrust.

"I'm also in my fertile period, Master. It's just that I'm not good enough this time, so please do it a few more times." She looked at Lu Zirong with a flattering expression as he put his mouth into his mother's mouth and kissed her. Hearing the movement on the bed, Wang Mei turned her head and saw Lu Zirong's legs between his mother's legs, moving in and out. She was astonished by Lu Zirong's stamina. Although she had experienced it in Saigon, he had already climaxed twice today, once for her and once for his mother.

"Master, you're really amazing." She watched admiringly as Lu Zirong thrust into Li Rouqian.

"Little slut, kneel up." Wang Mei knew Lu Zirong wanted that kneeling position, so she immediately lay down, raising her buttocks high, waiting for Lu Zirong's favor.

"Rou Rou's mother, let's change positions." Folding his mother's body up, pressing her legs against Li Rouqian's chest, Lu Zirong saw the mound of flesh on his mother's body. Due to the vicissitudes of life, the two labia majora protruded like sandwich fillings, and the tangled pubic hair looked like a clump of weeds growing below his mother's abdomen.

"Rou Rou, you're becoming more and more alluring." He touched his mother's cleft, looking at the chrysanthemum-like anus, which formed another kind of scenery.

"You little beast, you're getting better and better at playing with women." Li Rouqian was humiliated by being played with by her son like this. Looking at his pair of huge testicles dangling between his legs, she recalled the scene of him hitting Wang Mei's legs earlier. Sigh...

her son's steel cannon would surely kill her under him later. Thinking of Lu Zirong's deadly thing, even her vagina trembled. Damn it, how did I give birth to such a big-testicle thing like you, whom I can't let go of but can't have? It's like I owe you a debt of love in this life.

"All vaginas are the same, but appearances matter. It seems that saying doesn't apply here." He looked at the two genitals of Wang Mei and his mother exposed in front of him, touching one in each hand. "Mother, you said you look the same, so why are you different here? One is big and long, and the other is plump and greasy. With you, I don't want anything else." He spread his mother's legs, which were raised high, making her vulva split open, looking at the bright red color and tender red opening inside, and rubbed his penis against it.

"Is Wang Mei Grandpa's illegitimate daughter?" He slowly teased his mother's labia with his fingers, looking into her eyes as he asked.

"Rong'er, don't torture your mother," she twisted her body, her eyes revealing her desire for Lu Zirong to penetrate her. "Your maternal grandmother mentioned it to me, but... but Father won't acknowledge it."

"I think Mei'er must be Grandpa's bastard child, otherwise why would he have adopted her?"

"Rong'er, stop talking, Mother... Mother can't take it." A stream of white fluid flowed from there, Li Rouqian's eyes gleaming with a hazy light.

"Grandpa, that means I'm your aunt." She swayed her white buttocks, her bulging vulva facing Lu Zirong.

"You slut, come here, serve us mother and son first."

Wang Mei obediently crawled over, picked up Lu Zirong's penis, looked at her sister whose legs were pressed against her chest, and, meeting her gaze, Lu Zirong slowly thrust into his mother's vagina.

"Sister, am I really Father's daughter?" she lewdly watched them copulate.

Li Rouqian's body felt like it was flying as she was being penetrated. She looked up at her son, who was practically straddling her legs, his large testicles dangling over her vulva. "Mother, Mother once said that you might be... he and the nanny from our hometown."

"But Grandpa slept with her." Lu Zirong braced himself on either side of his mother's body and thrust forcefully inside her, making her mouth widen and emit moans. He hadn't realized that incestuous blood flowed in this family, and that both his mother and he shared this gene.

"Then, that nanny later...—was kicked out by my mother."

"So, does that mean I really am his daughter?" Wang Mei excitedly looked at their positions, suddenly remembering the riddle her father had made her guess when he teased her.

"A bunch of chives growing wildly, a cucumber pickled in a jar, a pair of eggplants drooping on the rim of the jar."

Then he touched her, making her grab his penis and insert it, telling her that this was fucking. Wang Mei didn't know what fucking looked like at the time, but now it seemed that even rural slang could depict a real scene of debauchery. Pubic hair was messy and disordered, a penis squeezing out white foam as it thrust in and out of a woman's vagina, and those huge testicles were just two swollen purple eggplants?

"Mei'er, I heard that your grandfather fucked you when you were 8 years old." He touched Wang Mei's buttocks, suddenly remembering a scene. "Come here." He half-reclined, lifting her body.

Wang Mei didn't know what tricks Lu Zirong was up to now, "What does Master want me to do?" She didn't know how to position her huge buttocks.

"You lie on top of Rou Rou."

Their bodies were intertwined, their vulvas facing each other. The scene was too lewd. Lu Zirong trembled wildly. He hadn't expected that Wang Mei was actually his own aunt, and that he had used this position to play with the two sisters. When he pulled out of his mother's frothy, split vulva, he heard a hollow "pop." As the open flesh closed, he quickly inserted a finger. Li Rouqian moved, her clitoris being cupped by her son. Then he thrust his penis diagonally into Wang Mei's vulva.

"Master, Master, this feels so good, this slut is dying!" She swayed her plump buttocks, responding intensely, completely unlike Li Rouqian's coy resistance. This stimulated Lu Zirong to thrust wildly.

The sounds of buttocks colliding, along with the moans of the three, filled the entire room.

"Rou Rou, Mei'er, my dear mother." He took turns inserting his penis, sending the lustful fluids into each other's bodies. Just as he felt Wang Mei's throbbing uterus begin to clamp his glans, a tingling sensation shot from his lower body straight to his head, followed by an intense pleasure spreading from his thighs. He tried to suppress it, but was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. He quickly pulled out and thrust into his mother's body. Then, a pulsation, "Rou Rou, wife, I'm going to shoot for you, shoot for you."

Li Rouqian trembled happily as she received the last ejaculation from her son. 02-04

Chapter Nineteen

(1)

The war scene was grand and solemn, the simultaneous firing of ten thousand cannons was exciting, as if one were wandering in that turbulent era.

But the sounds of flesh tightening one after another felt incongruous.

"Dad, what is that?" Shan Shan was only wearing underwear and lying crookedly on the bed.

"What? Can't you tell?" He rubbed his daughter's peeled bean.

"Gently." Shan Shan bent her legs, twisting her body, admiring the thick, black penis and the two large testicles spread between her father's legs.

A small, animated image appeared, the flower-like female genitalia suddenly expanding across the entire screen, making the viewer's blood boil. Shan Shan's eyes widened in surprise. "Dad..." she glanced at the general in confusion.

The general didn't say anything, only comparing the two flowers in reality; the one on the screen seemed clearer and more alluring.

Shan Shan finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Dad, how come this is up there?"

The general leaned closer, spreading it open, looking at his daughter's blooming flower, "Silly girl, see if it's the same as this?"

"You mean that's...it's me..." she widened her eyes, looking at her father.

"My daughter's most captivating feature, even her voice is yours."

"When did you do this?" Shan Shan asked, puzzled.

"The first time with Dad." The flower bloomed brightly, filling the entire screen. Shan Shan's ears burned and her heart pounded; she hadn't expected her father to not only have taken her but also record her genitals for his enjoyment.

"You bad father, you lecherous father, how could you... If this gets out, wouldn't I be ashamed to death?" She couldn't believe her father would do such a thing. If someone saw it, not only her, but her father would lose all standing in Beijing. A dignified general committing incest with his own daughter and even filming it for his own pleasure.

"Silly girl, it's my own daughter. Who would I let see it?" The flower was glistening with moisture, incredibly vibrant.

Zuo Shanshan could even see the wrinkles and juiciness inside.

"But that day..." Zuo Shanshan was still a little confused, her expressive eyes staring directly at her father.

The general's smug expression revealed boundless excitement. "That bathroom was something I designed long ago. I installed cameras in every corner and on every level, just to record every detail between you and me."

"You just wanted to enjoy it like that? What have I become to you?" Shanshan said indignantly.

"What? Are you unhappy?" The general pulled Shan Shan's panties into a line, tightly squeezing them into her vulva. Looking at the lewd shape, he excitedly stuck out his tongue and licked the inner thighs, which were curved into an arc.

"Who dares? With your high rank." Her voice was filled with dissatisfaction and helplessness; she was genuinely afraid of being exposed.

"Shan Shan, Dad just wants to take it out and admire it when you're not around. After you get married, you'll be away more often." His voice sounded a little depressed, prompting Zuo Shan Shan to quickly comfort him. "Who said I'm leaving? Didn't you set up an office for me here?" Shan Shan suddenly realized the other meaning of "office." "Bad dad, you have ulterior motives."

The general clearly realized this as well. "That's Zi Rong's office."

"Hmph!" Zuo Shan Shan seemed to angrily snort. "It's not your office."

She rolled her eyes at the general.

"Silly girl," the general said, greedily licking the panties that had been squeezed in, creating a full cleft between her thighs. "Dad has a permanent office here."

"Bad Dad." Zuo Shanshan thought of the Fragrant Hills Villa, that rare sandstorm night in Beijing. Her father had confessed his feelings to her for the first time, and, and, amidst her shyness, he had picked her up.

She lay half-reclined on the bed, watching her father manipulate her genitals, her hand unconsciously reaching for the general's genitals, playing with his aged scrotum. How many times had this happened? From that day on, the two had always been together, only separating in Qingtong.

The screen flickered a few times, then suddenly, accompanied by moans, came a sharp whistling sound and the banging of something against the window. On the screen, the general was holding her, kicking open the bathroom door. Shanshan saw herself shyly burying her head in her father's neck, his hand actually, actually between her legs—how could he have recorded this? Her face burned with embarrassment; she couldn't imagine what it was like. Ah… she felt her father beneath her pull his underwear aside, his two fingers playing with her clitoris. Bad! She couldn't bear that. She curled her legs up, but the general held her down.

"Dad, you go out first." She looked shyly at her father standing to the side, not daring to move.

"Why are you still afraid of your father watching?" Her father's voice rang out, the screen now focused on her for a long time. She could imagine the look in her father's eyes when he looked at her. Lustful, like a little hooligan.

"Shanshan," the general gently rubbed her, his fingertips slowly massaging around her, pulling the foreskin covering her clitoris aside, gently massaging her slightly erect clitoris. "You were so afraid of your father that day." He said, his eyes fixed on the screen. The implication was that today, father and daughter had been naked together.

Zuo Shanshan, her secret exposed by her father, twisted shyly. "Bad daddy, that wasn't my first time, and besides—" she snuggled closer, "You bad daddy made me strip naked again."

"Hehe, isn't this..." The general kept staring at the screen, which made Shanshan angrily pinch him. "Gently," the general sighed, "be careful not to break it."

"Broken it, serves you right, so you can stop causing trouble everywhere."

"Well, then I can't cause trouble anymore," the general pulled his underwear aside to give his hands more room to rub, "It's just that my daughter suffered."

Shanshan angrily pulled his hand away, "I don't care." Saying that, she crossed her legs and ignored him, watching TV by herself.

"Are you still thinking about that day?" In front of women, the general was never disappointed. He reached out and hugged his daughter, pulling her close.

"Dad, you're so naughty!" A coquettish voice appeared on the screen. Shan Shan had already stepped into the bathtub, but General caught her underwear. The camera clearly showed her panties, the cotton fabric clinging tightly to her legs, clearly revealing the slit.

"Like a hooligan, always teasing people." Shan Shan looked down and grabbed her father's hand. "Dad, let me go in first." She pleaded with General. Just then, they heard the splashing of water; it must have been Shan Shan and her father struggling to break free, their legs kicking wildly in the water.

"You let Dad touch you in the water?" His tone was lecherous. Shan Shan saw that her father had already slipped his hand under the edge of her underwear. Bad father, how could you do that to your own daughter?

"Come here," she heard the whooshing sound of the water mixed with her father's unclear voice, followed by his other hand pulling her across the bathtub. "Dad, don't..." Her voice was clear, but she was on the verge of tears.

His hand crawled between her bulging thighs. Shan Shan saw her panties pulled to one side, a few dark pubic hairs sticking out against her snow-white skin. Her father's hand was slowly invading, finally pulling out a thick labia.

"Dad, don't..." Shan Shan's voice was urgent, clearly a cry for help. "What if Mom finds out..."

"Silly girl, how would your mother know?" The general was clearly skilled with women, and he showed no mercy even to his daughter.

Her panties were now pulled to one side, and Shan Shan saw her labia completely exposed. Her father's hand was crawling inside, a finger inserted, moving back and forth.

"Shan Shan," the general's Adam's apple bobbed, and he hugged his daughter tighter. The scene was too stimulating. Lying in bed with his own daughter, watching the father and daughter flirting and making love, even an iron man would melt.

Shanshan nestled into her father's arms, glancing back shyly at him, only to find him watching her intently. "You're bad!" she exclaimed, nudging him with her elbow, but feeling his large hand creep inside again. A ticklish sensation filled her heart, and she let him enter her pubic area.

"Shanshan, is it pretty?" The general seized the opportunity to pull her close and kiss her lips.

"Dad, did you record everything?" Her hand touched her father's chest, and after a glance at him, they kissed again.

"I recorded everything, including making love with you."

"Bad dad, why are you so mean? If Mom sees it, she'll be furious!" Feeling the general's hard penis moving back and forth between her legs, Shanshan pressed closer to him.

"You like Mom watching?" The general's hand darted through his daughter's pubic area, just like when he used to cross the grasslands. "

You're bad, you're bad, I'm not doing this anymore!" Shanshan pouted and tried to break free, but the general held her tightly against his chest. He gently kissed her earlobe. “Dad just wants to see for himself, so that when he’s old and can’t move anymore, he can still admire his former glory. Shanshan, you know, I didn’t preserve any of my military career. Now that I have the means, I want to preserve the scenes of me riding horses.”

“But what does that have to do with the battlefield?”

“How can it not have to do with it? A man has two battlefields in his life: one is his glorious achievements, and the other is his experience of conquering women. I didn’t have the means to preserve those war scenes, and the battlefield with women is too mundane and commonplace. Shanshan, you know, I’m too easy with women, so I never have passion or fighting spirit. But you’re different. You are two mountains of morality and ethics. To overcome them, I had to climb over many obstacles and barriers. But we finally merged, and the merging was unexpectedly smooth for me. In you, I relived that unforgettable passion, that thrilling joy of overcoming difficulties. This is the main reason why I cherish our love.”

“Bad dad, you can’t conquer other women, so you try conquering your own daughter.” Shanshan, after all, had a university degree; she understood her father’s feelings—the disappointment and helplessness after years of truce.

The general’s eyes lit up at his daughter’s words. He happily cupped her face in his hands. “Shanshan, Dad hasn’t spoiled you for nothing, my little vixen. Thank you for understanding me so well. People say it’s hard to find a true friend, but even harder to find a soulmate. You are Dad’s soulmate.”

“Hmph! Soulmate? We’re practically lovers.” She knew the fashionable notion that both men and women wanted to find love outside of marriage.

“Then you’re Dad’s lover. Don’t people say a daughter is her father’s lover from a past life? Let’s be lovers for all eternity.”

“What about Mom?” Zuo Shanshan blurted out. A lover and a wife were different. If she was her father’s lover, what would her mother be in his eyes?

“Your mother…” Just then, Zuo Shanshan heard her phone ring. She turned and picked it up from the bedside table. “It’s Mom.” Looking at her father lying next to her, she shyly pressed the receiver.

“Mom…”

“Shanshan, when are you and Dad coming back?” Her mother’s kind words brought a touch of warmth to Shanshan.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be back tomorrow. Mom, is something wrong?” Zuo Shanshan knew this situation was rare; her mother usually wouldn’t call when family members were away.

“You brat, can’t Mom call if there’s nothing wrong? Sigh…” Her mother’s voice was soft, her tone even more affectionate. “How’s it going with that Zirong?”

Zuo Shanshan knew her mother was concerned about her marriage, and she felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. She had come to talk about marriage with Lu Zirong on the surface, but it was actually to cover up her feelings for her father.

“Don’t worry, Mom…” she drawled, but suddenly saw her father lean over her. She tried to wave her hand to tell him not to interfere, but he took her nipple into his mouth. At this moment, her father’s actions were unacceptable to her. "No..."

She started to say, but then realized something was amiss and quickly stopped, only able to push her father's head away with her hand.

Her mother, clearly realizing something, asked in a soft voice, "Shanshan, is it inconvenient right now?" Her voice became deep and gentle, with a hint of surprise. Zuo Shanshan knew her mother had misunderstood; she must think her daughter was with her future son-in-law.

Zuo Shanshan said somewhat flusteredly, "No, Mom..." But at this moment, her father not only didn't stop, but his large hand slid across her lower abdomen, directly invading between her legs.

"Ah..." Those fingers were so skillful, rotating and teasing her clitoris, a strong pleasure causing her to arch her back.

"Hehe..." Zuo Shanshan heard her mother chuckle mischievously, "Is Zirong here?"

"No..." Zuo Shanshan could only utter this one sentence as her father suckled her breast like an infant, his lewd fingers, which had slept with countless women, indecently teasing her most sensitive area. She didn't know why her father had chosen this moment, or why her mother had called at this time. But she clearly knew that her father's large hands had caressed her mother's countless times, yet now he was caressing her. She couldn't help but twist her hips, trying to temporarily escape the coming desire.

"You brat, you can't even pick a better time to be intimate," her mother scolded coquettishly. She knew that a man and a woman alone together were bound to ignite a passionate fire. She knew that her call was really ill-timed, but as a mother, she had to act like one, thinking that her future son-in-law might be intimate with her daughter right now. "Mom quickly told you, just listen. Later, tell Zirong that your grandpa wants to eat the glutinous rice sweet pastry from Qingtong." Qingtong's glutinous rice sweet pastry is a local specialty, crisp and delicious, sweet but not cloying, melting in your mouth. It's also beautifully shaped, about the thickness of a cucumber but only a foot long. Local men jokingly call it "Sweet Boy," a true local delicacy.

"Mom..." Zuo Shanshan seemed to be pleading. Actually, she really wanted to say, "Look at Dad, he's bullying them." But at this time, in this situation, how could she ask her mother for help? She could only know the truth herself.

Her mother clearly heard the unbearable words in her daughter's voice. Sigh... that little beast is definitely causing trouble right now, but no matter how much trouble he causes, it's their business as husband and wife. Can I, as his mother-in-law, interfere? I've been young before, after all. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Silly girl, what's the use of calling for Mom now? I'm hanging up."

Just as the receiver went dead, Zuo Shanshan finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Mom... look at Dad!" She straightened her body a few times, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, flowing down her thighs onto the sheets. "You bad dad, you're deliberately letting Mom know."

"Hehe..." The general laughed excitedly, clearly feeling an unexpected thrill. "What did your mom say?"

"What did my mom say? My mom knew someone was up to something, so she hung up in a hurry."

"Then you didn't tell her who was up to something?"

Zuo Shanshan looked at the glint in her father's eyes and asked in surprise, "Dad, do you really want Mom to know about us?"

The general stopped, looking at his daughter's lying body and her gaping crotch. "Dad just wanted to hear your mother's voice and you..." He trailed off, probably feeling that his wife's call had been a little too short.

"You bad father, do you know what you're doing? You're a pervert. You're committing adultery with your own daughter, which is already a violation of human ethics, and then you make your wife watch you and your daughter make love."

The general was visibly embarrassed. He didn't know what his own psychology was. Was he really a pervert as his daughter said? Yet, upon hearing his wife's voice, his heart stirred, his desire surging like a tide, unconsciously climbing onto his daughter's body. With each audible sound of his wife's voice, his body would tingle and ache as if electrocuted, until his daughter hung up the phone.

"You lecher," Shan Shan said, poking her father's face with her finger, laughing and scolding him. "Next time I come home, I'll make your wife watch you..." She didn't finish her sentence, but covered her mouth and laughed.

"Good daughter, really?" he asked, hugging his daughter tightly, momentarily imagining himself lying in bed with her.

“Really!” She stopped laughing and said sternly, “Let Mom catch you cheating.”

(2)

When Lu Zirong answered the phone, he was shamelessly pestering Li Rouqian to say something lewd to him. Li Rouqian turned her back to him and ignored him, but he tickled her armpits. Li Rouqian smiled and begged for mercy. This made Wang Mei look unhappy. “Go to sleep, sir, I’m so sleepy.” She yawned and turned to the side. Thinking of Lu Zirong’s promise just now, she couldn’t help but smile happily. If she really became the owner of Tianlun Pavilion, then it would not have been in vain for her to follow this family. Seeing the mother and son playing around, she lay down and dozed off.

Lu Zirong hugged his mother and kissed her. Li Rouqian couldn’t breathe. The mother and son pressed their legs together and kissed their private parts together. Li Rouqian, being a mother, glanced at her sister who had turned away, then winked at her son, signaling him to be quiet. But Lu Zirong didn't care at all, kissing his mother's lips and making loud smacking noises.

"Rou Rou, didn't Grandpa violate you back then?" He remembered his mother's earlier words, knowing Wang Mei was his illegitimate daughter.

"You rascal, go ask Daqing." His stubble tickled Li Rouqian's face, making her uncomfortable.

"Then tell me, were you and Daqing virgins?" Lu Zirong looked at his mother's pretty face with envy.

"You think everyone's like you, enjoying cuckolding him? Your grandfather loved me, but he never had any improper thoughts."

"That's because he had Wang Mei, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Maybe he'd take your virginity."

"You naughty son, do you really want your mother to lose her virginity?" She poked him with her finger. "If I had lost my virginity back then, wouldn't you have ended up with two used goods?"

"Mother, Mother, if you hadn't lost your virginity, how could I have a son? Rou Rou, say something lewd." Watching Wang Mei turn over, Lu Zirong tried to insert his half-erect penis, but it wouldn't go all the way in.

"Rou Rou, am I Grandpa's child?" His hand played between their legs, placing it at his mother's entrance, gently pushing it in.

"You're going to die," Li Rouqian cursed as she listened to her son's question. "Your maternal grandmother knew your maternal grandfather was restless, so she kept a very close eye on him. Later, she heard that he had that kind of thing with your aunt." Feeling that her son was always acting strangely, she reached down, grabbed his penis, and put it to her lips, laughing and scolding, "How many times have you forgotten the way home?"

Lu Zirong thrust hard, but because it wasn't hard enough, the head of his penis slipped and poked between his mother's thighs.

He chuckled and hugged his mother's plump bottom, "Rou Rou's mother, say something suggestive."

Li Rouqian knew she had to recite that lewd poem tonight, so she thought for a moment, then took out her best-kept secret and softly recited, "The bed is on the side, the pillow is askew, gently lifting my golden lotus. My body moves, my bottom bounces, a wave of dizziness and soreness. I call out to my son to play slowly, waiting for his mother to pass the test together. In a moment, in half a moment, my soul flies to heaven."

"Rou Rou, when did you write this? Was it when Da Qing died?" He picked up his unreliable tool and pressed it between Li Rouqian's legs, making them sticky and slippery, but unable to find the way they used to go.

"You've passed by your home three times without entering," Li Rouqian teased him, never expecting that phrase to be used here. Her son had already entered the mountain city three times tonight, but if this last entry didn't have a delicious dish, he might just suffer a crushing defeat.

"So soft..." Lu Zirong hugged her and begged for pleasure. Although he felt exhausted after three times in a row, he believed in his sexual ability. He was not yet exhausted after only sleeping with two women in one night. He wanted to use his mother's love poems to reignite his fighting power. "Is there a second stanza?"

Still wanting more, Lu Zirong knew his mother's specialty. The first stanza of this poem only depicted the tender affection between mother and son; the second stanza would surely focus on the psychological aspects. Sure enough, Li Rouqian gave him a shy, alluring look and softly recited, "Pushing open the window, it's the second watch of the night, where does my lover sleep? I long for him, my eyes bulging, my hands pressing against his cunt, my heart burning like oil. One day, you teased me, and I grew tired of you, leaving me heartbroken. A gentle kiss, a slow caress, I'll keep you awake all night. My lover, be gentle, don't be wild, my bones are melting."

Lu Zirong happily embraced his mother, "Wife, you've made me hard." He touched Li Rouqian's crotch, "Gently lift your lotus feet, waiting for you to pass through. Rourou, one more time."

He lifted her thighs and inserted himself.

Li Rouqian had no choice but to comply, though she felt listless and weak.

Lu Zirong, however, was in high spirits and thrust forward, touching his mother's vulva as he scooped out some aged wine to enhance the experience.

"A light drink on both lips, a soft jade embrace by the lamp, a glance back into her arms always full of affection, ouch ouch ouch! Gently insert my stem, gradually hearing the mother's trembling voice, lightly touching the flower bud startling her blushing face.

Trying to thrust again, there's no gap at all, this time the flavor is too wild, moving, moving, moving, arms entwined, lips pressed together, tongues playing. Let mother thrust forward."

Li Rouqian then thrust forward to meet her son, trembling and her voice rising and falling as she entwined with him.

"Rou Rou's mother, gently insert my stem, there's no gap at all," Lu Zirong, his body numb, touched the undulating cleft of her buttocks and whispered in his mother's ear.

"You're dead, making me dizzy and weak all over, my bones feel like they're melting."

"Oh, Rou Rou's mother, it feels so good, so good." Just as the two were slowly getting aroused, Zuo Shanshan called. The phone vibrated on the table, making a buzzing sound that made Wang Mei struggle to open her eyes.

"Master, aren't you going to sleep?" she asked sleepily. "Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself with all this?"

"You slut, go to sleep." Lu Zirong said irritably, reaching out to grab the phone that was vibrating wildly on the bed. Seeing that it was Shanshan's number, he quickly answered, "Hello, Shanshan, what's up so late?"

"Mom wants you to prepare some glutinous rice candy to take with you tomorrow."

"Okay, you're still not asleep." Lu Zirong noticed that Li Rouqian was motionless, listening quietly, not daring to breathe. He subconsciously dug in a little, and Li Rouqian, afraid of making a sound, moved her buttocks to chase after the penis that was already filled her vagina.

"Still watching TV." Shanshan seemed full of energy, so Lu Zirong reminded her, "You have a flight tomorrow, go to sleep early."

"Okay, you go to sleep early too." They hung up the phone after saying that.

"Who called?" Li Rouqian asked, watching her son hang up. "Your daughter-in-law," Lu Zirong turned around and hugged his mother, "She said Mom wants glutinous rice cakes."

"Glutinous rice cakes?" Before Li Rouqian could ask what was going on, Lu Zirong was already erect, flipped over and straddled Li Rouqian. "Son, here's a glutinous rice candy for you."

The folk rhyme that circulated in Qingtong floated up again, "Cat, cat, cat, jump over the flower wall, rice candy, feed the bride. The bride isn't home, feed your mother, your mother is so ashamed she crawls all over the bed, crawling around with her teeth all over, afraid that her father will come home early."

(3)

Zuo Shanshan teased her father for a while, then crawled over on her knees. The way she did that made the general stare. Her two breasts were perky like a ripe pear, her plump body was neither fat nor thin and was curved, her buttocks were sticking out high, and her white underwear was tightly wrapped around her vulva, making the already obvious crack even clearer, and even a little wet. He swallowed and rolled his Adam's apple.

Looking up at her father's fixed gaze, Shan Shan realized the allure and lethality of her posture. She said coquettishly to the general, "It's like you haven't seen a woman in ages." Her words were quite seductive, and the general felt a fire rise within him. He unconsciously pressed down on her, lying on her back. "Good girl, I've seen plenty of women, but never my own daughter." He grasped her sagging breasts firmly.

"You rascal, let me make a call first." Shan Shan remembered her mother's instructions and tried to remove the general's hand.

"It's so late, who are you calling?" The general didn't completely remove his hand, but instead twisted and played with her nipples. For some reason, men never tire of women's breasts; perhaps it's because they've been suckling at breasts since infancy.

"Mom wants me to talk to Zirong about the glutinous rice candy." She said, picking up the phone. "Hello... Zirong, still awake?"

Lu Zirong's hands were clasped between his mother's legs when he saw the phone vibrate. After Wang Mei grumbled a few words, he took the phone irritably. Seeing it was Shanshan, he quickly said, "What's up so late?"

"Mom wants you to prepare some glutinous rice candy to take with you tomorrow." Hearing Shanshan's instruction, he quickly agreed, but his hand was groping inside Li Rouqian's buttocks, making Li Rouqian hold her breath.

Minister Zuo heard Lu Zirong's voice and excitedly pinched his daughter's nipple, but Zuo Shanshan pushed him away. Lying on his daughter's back, he naturally wasn't idle, so he reached under Shanshan's buttocks. Zuo Shanshan giggled and glared at him, "Go away..." but the general skillfully grabbed her unusually full tip and pinched her already erect clitoris.

"..." A silent expression, but with a tightly furrowed brow, Zuo Shanshan bit her lip, unable to suppress it. This father was too much; touching her private parts at this time. She forced herself not to moan and quickly replied to Lu Zirong, "You should sleep too." Then, panting, she turned over and cursed her father, "You bad thing, you deliberately prevent me from making phone calls." This position perfectly created the traditional man-on-top position. The general seized the opportunity to press down on his daughter, then pulled the panties that were constricting her to the side, and his huge penis slid in from half of her wrinkled labia, causing Shanshan to frown and bite her lip.

"Bad daddy, bad daddy." Waves of intense stimulation made the general thrust harder. He could see his daughter clearly in this position; her labia, only half exposed, were swollen and everted as his penis went in and out, and the panties that were constricted to a line would squeeze and pinch from time to time, giving the general a rough friction.

“Shanshan,” he said, taking his daughter’s hand and placing it on her underwear. Shanshan immediately understood her father’s meaning, pulling her underwear down from under her buttocks, exposing her entire vulva for her father to violate.

“Take it off.” Shanshan groaned softly, but the general stopped her. It seemed that this way of committing adultery with his daughter was even more arousing. Her thin underwear hung diagonally on her buttocks, the cleft of her buttocks divided in two by a thin thread twisted into a strand, making it look even more alluring and conquest-inducing.

“Not the proper way.” Zuo Shanshan was aroused by her father’s actions by an unprecedented stimulation. They could have made love naked and freely, but he insisted that she wear underwear. In fact, this was precisely the general’s secret to his invincibility. On the battlefield, he often thought beyond human comprehension and won by surprise. In terms of tactics, he often used unorthodox methods, thinking what others did not think of, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against and thus achieving unexpected results. Therefore, he was known as a “genius” in the military world.

“Dad never takes the right path.” He pulled out his penis, which was covered in the fluids of father and daughter, its purplish-red shaft bulging with veins, the glans gleaming like a small conical hat. The general teasingly spread open Zuo Shanshan’s labia, watching her gradually widen, before thrusting back into her red, fleshy opening. Her labia, pulling back the foreskin, seemed to greedily devour her like a large animal. This scene fascinated him. He had fantasized about it countless times, even on his daughter’s wedding day, lying in bed, he had wistfully imagined his daughter and son-in-law’s union. But now, he was openly sharing a bed with his daughter.

“Good daddy, dear daddy,” Shanshan wiggled her hips, rotating to increase the friction. The general saw his testicles drooping, slapping against his daughter’s buttocks with each thrust.

“Come in.” As the general withdrew, her slender fingers moved from her testicles directly to his hard, fiery penis.

"Come in, my good girl." He remembered Xiao Mei saying the same thing back in Xiaojiayu. It seemed that when a woman seeks climax, she most desires to be joined with her beloved man, flesh and blood. In the howling mountain wind, he exerted his power, leaving Xiao Mei only able to gasp for breath, her eyes rolling back in a daze, her hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders.

"Daddy." Xiao Mei bit his shoulder. She had never experienced such pleasure from her stepfather. This feeling was too crazy for her, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure.

"Mei'er, is Daddy doing it well?" Seeing his daughter so infatuated, the general felt a strong desire to conquer.

"Good Daddy, why is it different? Why is it different?" She endured her father's thunderous thrusts with a sob in her voice.

“Because I’m your biological father, different from other men.” The general looked at Xiao Mei’s lustful expression. “Because your blood flows with your father’s blood, your organs are part of your father.”

“Yes, good father, let me see, let me see.” The general leaned over and lifted her body, his face close, both father and daughter staring at that place. “Let me see how father connects with you,” he thrust forcefully inside her, deliberately pumping slowly, letting Xiao Mei see the position. “Is it beautiful?”

“Bad!” Xiao Mei shyly leaned against him, the general thrusting deeply inside her. “Is it the same as in my dreams?” Looking at his daughter’s pretty face, his tone was seductive.

“No, father,” she gently stroked his sweaty chest. “That was an empty longing, now it’s full.”

“Good daughter, why didn’t you come to recognize your father sooner?” It was a pity they hadn’t met sooner, a pity they hadn’t been able to have sex sooner, he thrust deeply inside her, letting his daughter feel his hardness.

"Bad daddy, you sowed the seed and then abandoned me, where am I supposed to find someone else?" Her affection was overflowing, and to the general, it sounded like she was resenting his own heartlessness, his abandonment after his initial infatuation. Was he going to repeat the same mistake with his daughter?

"This time, Daddy will take you to Beijing," he said confidently, followed by a forceful thrust. He heard his daughter's "Ah..." as her breasts swayed before his eyes.

"I don't want to go." Father and daughter pressed their chests together, their bodies intertwined. The water smacked, the tides ebbd and flowed.

"Silly girl, Daddy sowed the seed, and Daddy will reap the harvest."

"Oh, you're bad!" Hearing her father's words, she buried herself in the general's arms in shame. Her "sowing the seed" was an accusation of her father's past infidelity, but he was clearly referring to her and him. What father sows the seed for his daughter? "You..." Her lips moved, but she didn't finish her sentence.

"Hehe..." Touching his daughter's sticky buttocks, feeling himself wriggling inside, "Back then, I was confused for a moment, I couldn't even remember your mother's name. Where was I supposed to find you, my seed? Luckily, I found you... silly girl." He thrust quickly, "I won't abandon you, Mei'er." Looking at his daughter nestled shyly in his arms, he lowered his head to kiss her lips, "Let me give you my seed, so you can continue the Zuo family's bloodline."

Xiao Mei's lips were held by her father, their tongues intertwined. The scene of her stepfather getting her pregnant clearly resurfaced in her mind, but this time she was pregnant for her father, whom she had longed for day and night. She would once again walk around with that big belly. "Dad..." she begged her father's advances, the general holding her and thrusting into her again and again, watering the Zuo family's fertile field. Until he ejaculated with great pleasure, he watched his daughter's flower heart contract and open under his watering, receiving the rain and dew.

"Dad...I want you in, inside me." Shan Shan grasped her testicles, and with each thrust, he shoved them into her vagina. The general's consciousness returned to Shan Shan's body.

"Shan Shan, Dad's going in now." In his haste, he ripped off his daughter's tight panties between her legs, spreading her thighs apart. He saw Shan Shan's bright vulva blooming like a rose in full bloom, its petals overlapping, the clitoris, the size of a bean, separating from its foreskin. His desire surged like a tidal wave; he truly wanted to, as his daughter had said, to enter her completely.

"Good girl, Dad's going in." He placed her legs on his shoulders, lifting her buttocks and pulling her closer. Watching his daughter desperately arch her back to look at him, the general's former power surged again. A desire to melt into her made him straighten his legs, his hips thrusting in and out, his enormous penis plunging in to the root, causing Shan Shan to cry out twice, arching her back and swaying as they rubbed against each other.

"Daddy, fuck me to death, fuck your daughter to death!" Her lewd moans spurred the general into a frenzied thrusting, the rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies colliding.

"Little vixen, Daddy will kill you." He pounded away, watching his penis plunge in and out of his daughter's vagina, feeling a thrill akin to a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

For a moment, it felt as if a thousand troops were charging into battle to the sound of bugles, or as if a sandstorm had turned the world into a uniform color.

Finally, the sky brightened, and all was silent except for a faint sigh and a spasm after an inner struggle.

"Ring ring..." The red light on the internal telephone on the bedside table kept flashing, and the general weakly turned to reach for it.

“Old Zuo, this is Old Yan.”

“Oh, hello.” The general’s voice sounded old and weak, but the other party didn’t pause. “Something’s happened at the ministry. Please come back immediately.” The voice was authoritative and carried a hint of command. The general hesitated and didn’t say anything. He knew that such a situation only occurred when there was an internal problem.

“I’ve already arranged the special plane. You should pack up quickly.” Old Yan said and hung up the phone. The general’s hand holding the phone lingered. He didn’t know what had happened at home while he was gone for several days.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Shanshan was still kneeling, receiving her father’s last drop of affection.

“Oh, the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection called and said something’s happened at the ministry.” His expression was a bit serious, a far cry from his previous calm and excitement. Shanshan knew what a call from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection meant at this time.

“Didn’t they say what it was about?” She still wanted to know some information. “

It’s not convenient to talk about it over the phone.” The general seemed preoccupied, and the father and daughter remained frozen in their previous positions for a moment. "Get up." Realizing his daughter was still receiving him, he pulled out of Shan Shan's body, his penis limp and drooping.

"Dad, it'll be alright." She rolled over, and the general saw a white liquid oozing from where his daughter had just passed. He wanted to stop her, but his mood soured.

"Get ready, the plane will be here soon." He stepped off the bed, but Shan Shan lovingly pinched his limp penis. "Don't look so listless. Maybe something happened to them, and they need you to go back and clean up."

"I thought so." The general felt a little better. He knew his daughter's analysis was correct. If it were his problem, it wouldn't be just a matter of being informed over the phone. Watching Shan Shan understandingly pick up her underwear, which he had just torn, and wipe his penis, a tender feeling welled up in his heart.

"You wipe it too."

A hint of shyness flashed in her eyes. Shan Shan turned around and tucked the underwear she had just used to wipe her father's penis under her buttocks, gently wiping it. He suddenly remembered something. "What time is it?"

Shanshan, wiping her bottom, glanced at her watch. "Just past twelve."

"Oh, later..." He pondered for a moment, looking at his daughter, "Call Zirong later and tell him not to come tomorrow." He frowned slightly as he spoke. He didn't know why so many things had happened at this hour of the night. Fortunately, he had already arranged everything he needed to resolve, so he quickly got dressed. Tomorrow, he needed to prepare 200,000 yuan for Xiao Mei and have Shanshan handle it. Sigh... this daughter he had just met was quite stubborn. She refused to agree to anything when they parted. Now it seemed that not coming to Beijing might be a good thing for her.

Having thought all this through, he felt relieved. The most fortunate and unwavering thing in his life was having Shanshan and Xiao Mei. However, he wasn't sure whether this trip to Beijing would be a blessing or a curse. To be honest, after so many years in officialdom, who hadn't had their share of troubles? If things really came down to it, even a saint couldn't guarantee he wouldn't run into problems. Watching the clock tick past midnight, he suddenly remembered the poem "Midnight Song": "My lord and I are one, born of the same womb; last night I did not comb my hair, my silken strands draped over my shoulders. I gently stretch on my lover's lap, how can I not feel your tenderness? Embroidered sashes are tied in a knot of joy, brocade robes adorn our intertwined branches. My heart aches under the moonlit night, I smile as I offer my pillow. At midnight the clouds drift, at dawn the rain falls. A brief separation from you, my longing fills your heart; I believe we will meet again, from now on, my heart will be one."

General

Lu

sat there with a serious expression, unexpectedly lighting a cigarette. He hadn't expected his trusted Xiao He to have such audacity.

"Old Yan, I bear the primary responsibility for this incident. The rest will be handled according to Party discipline and national law." His resolute face left no room for hesitation.

Old Yan looked at him, staring for a long while. "You're right to think this way. The organization will make arrangements regarding your oversight. Xiao He's embezzlement of public funds is under investigation; 5 million is not a small sum. The key now is for you to smooth things over with everyone to prevent collusion and obstruction of the investigation."

"He dares?" General Lu shouted suddenly. "I'll see who dares to mess with me." He stood up and paced back and forth. This kind of thing happening in the department was truly shameful. General Lu's face was ashen, filled with rage. "I must have been blind. How dare some greenhorn have such audacity,"

Secretary Yan said calmly. "Now is not the time to lose your temper. From what we know, your department has significant loopholes in its financial management. You should start by rectifying the finances to prevent such incidents from happening again."

General Lu's fierce eyes shifted, his murderous aura vanishing. He knew Secretary Yan had laid his cards on the table, and he had to calmly consider the matter. "Alright, I admit to the dereliction of duty. Please investigate the embezzlement of public funds as soon as possible. No matter who is involved, I will not tolerate it."

"That's all for now," Secretary Yan stood up. "The central leadership is also very concerned about this. I hope you will keep them informed."

"Thank you," General Lu said gratefully, shaking Secretary Yan's hand.

Walking out of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, the general was seething with anger. Although this matter had little to do with him, it was still within his own camp, which made him feel ashamed, especially that accountant, He Fangjiu, whom he had always valued, only to have the blame dumped on him. He really wanted to slap him hard, but now he was helpless and could only suffer the consequences of his own actions.

It was late autumn, early winter in Beijing. In the north, the trees were bare and only a few leaves remained, trembling in the wind, the chill seeping into the air. The general wrapped his coat tighter and looked at the V-formation of geese flying across the sky. As he got into the car, his phone rang. He answered and saw it was his daughter, Shanshan.

"How did it go?"

A surge of joy welled up inside him; he felt his daughter's concern, and a warm feeling welled up in his chest. He called back. "Everything's fine."

Then the phone rang again, and the general, sitting in the back, answered.

"Dad—" Shanshan seemed to dance with joy, "A false alarm?"

"Yes." The general wanted to tease her, but then glanced at the driver in front and stopped himself.

"What happened?" Shanshan was eager to know the reason. Could it be that calling in the middle of the night, chartering a private jet, only to find nothing had happened?

"Oh, it's just embezzlement. Let's talk about it when we get back." Shanshan understood that it wasn't convenient to talk about it now, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Dad, Zirong said he's coming to Beijing soon to start a company."

"That's good. Don't worry about anything else these next few days, just get things set up."

"Yeah, I know. It's just about finding a place and registering."

"Oh, you decide on the location yourself, preferably near Wangfujing."

"Okay, Dad, come back early if you're free." Shanshan still wanted to understand the whole story, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'm hanging up."

Hearing the "beep beep" sound, all the unpleasantness from before vanished. "Xiao Wang, what's been going on in the department lately?" He wanted to hear what the people around him thought.

The driver turned his head slightly when he heard the minister ask, "Yesterday there were rumors about Feifei in the department. Nobody expected Xiao He to cause such a big mess." He saw the yellow light flashing ahead and slammed on the gas. "I heard that Xiao He has a mistress, and he's transferring all his money to her company to do business."

The general didn't comment, seemingly lost in the flow of traffic. Xiao Wang, seeing that Minister Zuo remained silent, focused intently on driving—a tacit understanding formed over many years.

"Old Zuo—" Jiang Han greeted the general as he opened the door, taking his coat. "Shanshan said there's trouble in the ministry?" She anxiously sought answers from the general's face. Over the years, the life of high-ranking officials had accustomed them to the smooth path of politics, impervious to storms. Hearing her daughter mention it, Jiang Han felt a vague unease. For a family of their stature, ordinary matters couldn't shake their foundations.

"It's nothing," Minister Zuo said casually, noticing his wife's inquisitive look. "That young He in the ministry embezzled public funds; the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection found out."

"Oh," Jiang Han seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "The one with the fair complexion?"

The general sat on the sofa, casually taking the tea handed to him by the nanny, taking a sip, and placing it on the table. "I didn't expect that kid to embezzle 5 million."

"What do you plan to do?" Jiang Han didn't care about the amount; 5 million wasn't much in a central ministry, so he spoke casually.

"What to do? Let him be." Jiang Han sensed the implications from her husband's attitude and felt relieved. "I heard that young He's mistress is our regimental commander's daughter?"

"What did you say?" This time it was Minister Zuo's turn to be surprised. "She's short of money?" The daughter of a ministerial-level cadre, asking her mistress to embezzle public funds—it was unbelievable.

"I heard it's because your Xiao He is putting on airs, what does he need?" Jiang Han replied casually. "They're just after him, he's afraid of being seen as less valuable." Jiang Han had only heard rumors; such stories had been circulating in Beijing. "Actually, her father isn't any better, he's been causing trouble in the troupe too." Jiang Han was quite indignant. Hearing her husband remain silent, she didn't press the matter further and turned to him, asking, "How's Shanshan's situation?"

Minister Zuo only then noticed his daughter's absence. He had originally hoped to have a good talk with Shanshan to vent his frustration. These days, whenever he felt troubled, the first person he thought of was his daughter. He loved seeing her listen to him, and he especially loved seeing her with her head on his lap talking to him.

"Where's Shanshan?" he thought to himself, blurting out.

"She was called away by her classmates as soon as she got back." Jiang Han was still concerned about her daughter. "Say something!" she said, looking at him reproachfully, her eyes revealing a special charm she hadn't seen in many days.

Minister Zuo was also moved by his wife's gaze. To be honest, Jiang Han was quite a beauty, especially famous in the arts and culture circles. However, he had been increasingly losing interest in her. His colleagues had jokingly said, "Don't occupy the toilet without doing your business." Jiang Han also complained about her coldness towards him, but she always seemed unable to muster the energy to be around her.

"Zirong is coming another day," he said hesitantly when his wife pressed him for an answer. He got up to go into the bedroom, only to be met with her intense gaze. Thinking about his actions along the way, he felt guilty towards Jiang Han.

"Old Zuo," Jiang Han called out affectionately, making it difficult for the general to refuse.

"Getting aroused?" he teased, pulling his wife into his arms.

"How old are you?" Jiang Han nestled in his embrace, whimpering softly.

The couple shared a tender moment they hadn't experienced in days. "Old Zuo, haven't we been together for a long time—?" General Zuo held her, his large hands caressing her breasts. "What? Want to cuddle?"

Jiang Han glanced at him. "You're still not serious even in your old age." She lay in his arms, feeling her husband's advances. The general's hand stopped on her stretched-out bra. Jiang Han always wore thin bras at home, her large breasts making the elastic bra stand out high. The general's hand kneaded her wantonly.

"Our troupe leader, Old Xia, I don't know where he got the energy, he relentlessly pursues young actresses, always flirting with them. His daughter isn't any better, otherwise your Xiao He wouldn't have gotten into that mess." Jiang Han had long held opinions about the troupe's affairs, and had complained about it more than once.

“So what? If a woman is beautiful, someone has to appreciate her.”

“Even if they appreciate her, they can’t appreciate her in bed. Young people these days are too materialistic. As long as they have fame and fortune, they’re willing to spend money.” Jiang Han couldn’t stand women being promiscuous, but among the people and things around her, especially in the arts, this kind of thing was commonplace. It seemed she was a bit out of touch.

“As long as you have the assets,” General Zuo understood what his wife meant. Women relying on their youth to make a living, exchanging their bodies for money, it’s been like this since ancient times.

“Disgusting!” Jiang Han cursed. “Even an old revolutionary like you has been corrupted. No wonder society is so chaotic.”

General Zuo hadn’t seen his wife look at him like that in a long time. He looked at her with appreciation, which made Jiang Han a little embarrassed. “What, have you also made a lot of money?”

The general was amused by her words. “Do I need to make money?” Jiang Han’s posture fully displayed the high bulge between her legs. The general, who had been uninterested, suddenly became interested. He wondered what his wife’s private parts looked like now, especially since the cotton underwear clung tightly to her legs, creating a thin slit in the high bulge. His hand naturally slipped down Jiang Han's waist.

"Still interested?" The couple hadn't made much love since, which made Jiang Han feel somewhat estranged.

"Is it overgrown?" The general felt the underside of her protruding belly was covered in weeds.

"Whether it's overgrown or not, don't you know?" Jiang Han's words carried a hint of bitterness.

The general's large hand trod across the grass. "Back when I was leading troops into battle, I didn't have time to cultivate the land. Your two acres are overgrown with weeds, aren't they?" He suddenly thrust into Jiang Han's vagina.

"Ah—" Jiang Han rolled over and clung to him, tilting her face up to await his kiss.

The general felt the fertile soil moist with abundant moisture; that familiar feeling washed over his entire body, his heavy breath wafting through the air.

Just as the general was about to enter her, Zuo Shanshan suddenly pushed open the door in a panic. "Oh my!" The scene before her made her heart pound. She hadn't expected her father to be intimate with her mother in the living room.

"Shanshan—" Jiang Han was startled by his daughter's cry and sat up abruptly, only to see her covering her face with her hands. She awkwardly covered her chest, which the general had unbuttoned, and hurriedly stood up. "Hey—you old man."

The general was momentarily stunned. He felt guilty for his foolishness; he knew his place in his daughter's heart and didn't want her to see him intimate with another woman. Looking at his daughter's slightly trembling shoulders, he felt remorse and regret. His eyes were full of pleading.

"Shanshan, I'm sorry," he murmured, watching his wife walk anxiously into the bedroom.

"Go away." Zuo Shanshan was momentarily speechless, but dared not show her anger, only giving her father a resentful look.

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