【Mistaken Fate, True Love (Renamed: Lustful Desires)】(17)

Chapter Seventeen An Youli's Thoughts

(This chapter is An Youli's self-description)

I returned to the dormitory provided by the company, recalling the sounds I heard in Luo Cheng's bathroom earlier. I felt that

Luo Cheng and I could never be together. The mother and son loved each other so much, and they did such a thing. I was confused

and didn't know what to do. I knew it was incest, but wasn't I the same kind of person?

Actually, I didn't tell Luo Cheng's family the truth earlier. Actually, I... actually, I actually

ran away . I didn't have any debts, my father wasn't suffering because of money, and I didn't have to

earn money to pay off debts. At this point, you might ask why I fainted from crying? Fainting from crying is a

problem I've had since I was little. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I was in the middle class, and I was bullied by a boy from the senior class. That

was the first time I cried so sadly, the first time I cried so aggrievedly, and the first time I cried so angrily.

With these three negative emotions combined, I became very emotional, and at that moment, I fainted. The kindergarten teacher

quickly took me to the hospital. This incident terrified the little boy, and I guess he'll never bully anyone again

! At the hospital, the teacher called my dad. The doctor told him, "When this

child is emotionally agitated, his heart rate is faster than normal, causing brain hypoxia. Usually, a good night's sleep will

fix it. Also, don't overexert him, get regular sleep, moderate exercise to allow his blood flow to adjust, and keep him calm

. He'll get better gradually."

My dad was relieved after hearing the doctor's words, and he made me follow the doctor's advice. From about four or

five years old until seventeen, this never happened again, until that day…

Let me introduce my dad, his name is An Zailin, and he's my grandparents… After giving birth to him, my mother went to the Korean War,

thus truly separating her from my father forever. My father, an orphan from a young age, was very self-reliant. After leaving the orphanage

, he learned many skills and gradually started doing business with friends. Because he was good at navigating social situations

and had a flexible and open mind, his business slowly grew. In the 1980s,

when China's real estate industry was just emerging, he already owned thousands of acres of fertile land. It was around this time that he married my mother. At that time, my innocent father was experiencing his

first sexual encounter. Because people were generally healthy in those days, my mother quickly became pregnant with me.

My father was a devoted man in love. During my mother's pregnancy, he did his best to be a good husband and

a good expectant father. He made sure my mother could get whatever she wanted to eat. If my mother was unhappy, he would let her scold or

hit him. Why? Because my mother was a great beauty, and my father felt very lucky and cherished her.

But fate had other plans. Was it destiny playing tricks, or a twist of fate, that brought me to the brink of death? Just as

my father 's vast land was finally put to use, I was born. What should have been a joyous occasion turned into

a tragedy. My mother suffered a difficult birth and severe bleeding, ultimately passing away. My father was

devastated upon hearing the news. Thankfully, he was never one to complain or blame others. He channeled all the love he had given my mother

into me. I felt incredibly happy and fortunate. Aside from that particular condition, I was probably the happiest girl

in the world .

I was also very filial to my father, without any rebellious tendencies. Strangely enough, I always

knew beautiful from childhood, excelled in my studies, and

was obedient. This made many of my father's friends and business partners envious for a long time, and my father was very proud of me.

For my sake, my father never remarried, never touching another woman. For this, I think my father was a truly good husband. Having said

all this, you might ask, "Such a good family, why did you run away?"

One day, the first week after I finished my college entrance exams at eighteen—I don't remember the day of the week, but I do remember the date—

June 11th, my father had drunk heavily that night after a business deal fell through. He was

completely incoherent. The driver brought him home, and I, having just showered, was wearing a

nightgown that only women in the 1980s would wear. Why was I wearing such a nightgown? My father said it was one my mother had worn, and it was his

only memento of her, something he rarely wore. Whether it was fate or some strange twist of destiny, I wore it

that day . After the driver and I put my father on his bed in his bedroom, the driver left.

After he left, my father was startled awake by the sound of the door closing. Seeing me in my mother's nightgown

made him feel a little disoriented, and he murmured, "Lan'er! Lan'er!" Lan'er was my mother's

nickname , something my father had told me since I was little.

I rushed over, ignoring the smell of alcohol on my clothes, and took off my father's shoes.

As I was about to help him onto the bed and cover him with a blanket, he suddenly hugged me, calling out my mother's nickname, while

his hands roamed over my body. At that moment, I didn't realize what was about to happen; I just thought my father was so good,

still thinking of my mother even after she'd been gone for so long. I thought I'd find a man like him to be my husband. Just

as , something happened that I'll never forget, something that forced me to run away from home.

My father then turned me onto the bed and began to undo my robe. Having just showered, I

was only underwear. My perfectly developed body was the epitome of beauty for a man: fair and

supple skin, full and firm breasts, a flat stomach without any excess fat, a slender waist, long and straight legs, delicate and beautiful feet

, and a pert and rounded bottom. My father, in a daze, saw me, who wasn't much different from his wife

, and his animalistic instincts erupted. Perhaps it was because I looked too much like my mother, but my father, calling out my mother's nickname,

licked my body. At that moment, I realized something was wrong and struggled desperately, but I didn't dare hit him;

after all, he was my father. Perhaps it was the "kindness" and filial piety in my heart that led to this terrible thing.

My father quickly took off all his clothes, held his penis, and inserted it into my unprepared vagina.

The moment it entered, my hymen instantly broke, and I screamed in pain. Just as I was about to push my father away,

he pressed his entire body against mine, thrusting his hips wildly, lost in the moment. What was initially

painful gradually became wet, and a tingling, itchy sensation I had never experienced before began to wash over me.

This! This is! The pleasure of sex? Inexperienced and blank, my mind went completely blank; all I felt

was the pleasure from my vagina. Slowly, this pleasure intensified, and I screamed. This was what I was experiencing!

During my first orgasm, my father yelled, and he ejaculated inside me.

Afterward, I didn't experience any afterglow because I fell asleep again until the next morning.

The next day, when my father woke up, he was filled with remorse for what he had done. He slapped himself

several times. Seeing him like this, I felt a pang of guilt. I love my father, and he loves me too. Enduring the lingering pain

in my lower body , I comforted him, "Dad, it's okay! Just think of me as Mom! I know

you're suffering without Mom! It's really okay! Really!" As I spoke, tears streamed down my face.

My father was indeed in pain, and I should understand him.

It would have been better if I hadn't said it. Once I did, my father felt even more like a beast. From then on,

he never came home again. I felt guilty too. Why did I wear that bathrobe that day? During the entire

summer after the college entrance exam, while others were having fun, I stayed home thinking about how to get along with my father.

Actually, I came to a realization that summer: what can your own father do to you after having sex with you? Life went on as usual;

family is family, after all. I tried calling my dad as if nothing had ever happened, asking him

to come home, but he never answered. Then, I was alone when I checked my college entrance exam results, alone

when I filled out my application, alone when I received my acceptance letter, and alone when school started. On the day I packed my bags,

my dad sent his secretary to my house to give me the bank card for my plane ticket, tuition, and living expenses. When I asked

the secretary if he had anything to say, her negative answer broke my heart.

At that moment, I realized it was entirely my fault that day; I shouldn't have worn that bathrobe. If I hadn't worn that

bathrobe, my dad wouldn't have thought of my mom. So, when packing, I didn't take the bathrobe,

packed only what I needed, and left home completely. This is why I didn't accept

advances from anyone at school. I didn't want my past to bother any boys. As for why I

liked Luo Cheng back then, that's another story.

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