[Keeping her own niece Qiao Ling as a sugar daddy] (2)

Chapter Two
Qiao An watched Qiao Ling walk down the steps, glancing around for a taxi. He found her
small head with its shoulder-length hair looking quite adorable as she looked around, and a slight smile crept onto his lips. He pulled the car
closer, honked the horn, and called out loudly from the open window, "Lingling
! Lingling!"
Hearing someone call her name, Qiao Ling looked up in surprise, searching for a while
before spotting Qiao An across the street, honking and waving. Overjoyed,
she ran across the road, her cheerful, bell-like laughter ringing out as she reached his car.
"Uncle! It's you! What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed.
"Why can't I be here? You should know, your uncle is now doing
a 'big' business with my classmates!" Qiao An said with a teasing expression and an exaggerated tone, "We have a branch office and a
factory in W City, of course I have to come and inspect it! On the contrary, I should be asking you, what are you doing here?
And what are you doing here? Hmm?" After speaking, he looked at Qiao Ling with a scrutinizing gaze, sizing up the
girl's body from head to toe.
"I...I..." Qiao Ling was very surprised. She never expected her uncle to
ask her this question so directly, and the meaning revealed by his tone and eyes clearly indicated that
he already knew why she was here. She was speechless for a moment, and even after three or four
"I"s, she couldn't come up with a coherent answer. Not only did she stammer, but her voice also grew softer and softer. By the fourth
"I," it was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Seeing the young girl hesitate like this, looking surprised and then shy, seemingly unsure of
what to say, Qiao An felt both amused and delighted. He found it amusing that this girl
had skipped class on a Monday morning to sell her body to men, yet was now too embarrassed to admit it. He was delighted that she
still knew a little shame in front of him. If she had been straightforward and honest, without any hesitation
or embarrassment, it would have meant either she was indifferent to the situation or their relationship wasn't as
close as it had been when they were children. Now, her hesitation and reluctance to speak clearly indicated neither. Therefore,
taking her under his wing and slowly playing with her would obviously bring him more and greater pleasure.
"Alright, alright, I know in my heart, but I won't ask anymore. Are you hungry?
Uncle will take you to lunch, you can choose whatever you want." Qiao An smiled, casually deciding
not to force the girl to say it herself, but instead to invite her to lunch, which earned Qiao Ling a cheer.
It's just a pity that her breasts are too small even compared to those of her age. Even though the off-shoulder
dress had a low neckline, her breasts were barely a B cup thanks to her bra, making it impossible to appreciate
the beautiful sight of her breasts swaying up and down.
The girl skipped and jumped around the car, got into the passenger seat from the other side, and happily grabbed Qiao
An's arm, but Qiao An turned to face her and stretched out his hands. This action startled Qiao Ling, but
then the girl realized that Qiao An was just helping her pull out and fasten her seatbelt, and her cheeks flushed. However
, the racing heart caused by the thought that her uncle would suddenly kiss her was something she couldn't calm down.
Then, the car sped off, rounded a bend, and headed northeast towards the foot of Dongshan Mountain. Less than
ten minutes later, they saw the first uphill section of road leading into Dongshan. Qiao An turned the car around and parked it in
front of a dumpling and hot pot restaurant on the north side of the road. Although it was lunchtime, the restaurant wasn't very
busy; only three or five cars were parked on the sidewalk in front. After engaging the handbrake, Qiao An's hand seemingly unintentionally
brushed against Qiao Ling's thigh, bringing a warm sensation to the smooth, delicate skin of the young girl.
The girl, who had just regained her composure after her first sexual encounter, couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.
Qiao An noticed all of Qiao Ling's reactions, but he pretended not to notice anything
. He casually asked her, "Lingling, how do you feel? Is it okay to eat here?" At the same time, he looked directly
into her eyes, looking at her intently. Having just been aroused by her uncle's hand brushing against her thigh,
she became flustered by his gaze and said hastily, "Anything is fine, as long as
it's delicious, Uncle, I'll eat it."
Hearing her reply, Qiao An hummed in agreement and said, "Okay, we'll eat here then.
Don't forget what you said, okay? You can't not eat later." He
then gave a sly smile to one side of his mouth. Qiao Ling, oblivious to his unspoken meaning, unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door, saying, "How
could I not eat? I'm starving! I didn't eat breakfast. I'll eat anything you give me."
Hearing this, Qiao An smiled even more, imagining
the scene after dinner when he would take her for a drive, and then, at a chosen spot, force-feed her his semen. His penis was almost hard
. However, on the surface, his expression, actions, and tone remained completely nonchalant as he casually
asked, "Then why didn't you eat breakfast?" At the same time, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his own
door, got out, pressed the key, and pulled the door handle to confirm it was locked, preventing interference with the electronic
key. Although he never kept valuables in his car, it was still undesirable for someone to get in
, especially since he had some "sexual toys" inside.
Qiao Ling had also gotten out of the car and skipped over, naturally taking Qiao An's arm. She
said in a coquettish tone, "Don't even mention it. My mom lives with her lover now. She only comes back twice a week at most
. They're so inseparable, she has no time for me." As she spoke, her lips pouted, her pink
lips looking like vibrant, youthful flowers, still slightly moist. Qiao An wanted to kiss her immediately
, to slip his tongue between her lips and make her swallow his saliva.
But he remained calm, letting her lead him into the store, pretending to listen attentively inside.
Qiao Ling continued to complain in a spoiled tone, "The staple foods at home are either noodles, instant noodles, or
steamed buns. There isn't even a single leaf of vegetable in the refrigerator. It's either canned food, sausages, or packaged mixed vegetables. Even though I can't cook,
what am I supposed to cook if there aren't any vegetables? In the first four and a half months of this year, she cooked for me
only a handful of times."
"Didn't your mom give you money to eat out?" Qiao An
asked as she opened the glass door of the shop. "The allowance she gives me is just for food. If I eat out even a little bit, I
can't buy anything, not even the cheapest lipstick. She's hooked up with a construction guy, but she
doesn't care about me, her daughter, at all. The clothes and shoes she buys for me are all brought when she comes to visit. She never takes
me to try them on, let alone tell me the brands, styles, or colors. As long as she buys them, she considers herself to have done her best. Is
that what a mother does?" Qiao Ling continued to complain even after they had chosen a seat in a partitioned area.
"Your mother and father never had a deep relationship. Even I, who live far away and rarely
see them, can see that. So even if your father isn't dead,
your mother will divorce him sooner or later. She gave birth early; if I remember
correctly, she was sixteen when she got pregnant with you and gave birth to you at seventeen. She's still young,
whether from the perspective of daily life, pursuing relationships and love, or even because of her sexual
needs..." At this point, Qiao An casually glanced at Qiao Ling across from him, noticing
a fleeting moment of embarrassment on her face that quickly disappeared without her skin turning red. This gave him
some confidence.
Although she was "selling herself," engaging in so-called "compensated dating,"
no one at school, at home, or among her relatives and friends knew. So, if she's naturally shy
, especially about discussing sex with close friends and family, then trying
to have sex with her in the car during dinner would be tricky, and she might resist. But it seems she's quite receptive to sexually suggestive language, so using lewd and suggestive 　　language to tease her
while touching and kissing her shouldn't be a problem. 　　At this point, the waiter approached the table, and Qiao An and Qiao Ling stopped talking and focused on ordering. After all, it 　　wasn't appropriate to discuss family matters openly in front of the restaurant staff. After asking Qiao Ling what she wanted to eat, Qiao An 　　ordered three stir-fried dishes, two cold dishes, two plates of dumplings, skipping the hot pot, and finally, two bottles of beer. 　　After some of the food arrived, the beer came, and under Qiao An's persuasion and encouragement, 　　Qiao Ling, who hadn't initially intended to drink, started sipping beer from a small glass. After only a small amount, her face began 　　to flush slightly. Seeing her delicate red cheeks, Qiao An revealed a smug, cunning smile. 　　He had long known that Qiao Ling couldn't drink alcohol, but she herself seemed unaware. When she was very young, during 　　a large family gathering for the New Year, after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, someone teased the children, feeding the then one- or two-year-old 　　Qiao Ling beer from the table. Just half a small, eight-qian (approximately 30 grams) beer cup made the child 　　cry bitterly. However, after a while, her face became slightly flushed, and she appeared dazed, as if an adult 　　had drunk slightly more than their usual capacity but wasn't quite drunk. 　　People have almost no memory of anything before the age of five, and none before the age of three; naturally, she wouldn't 　　have any memory of this incident. Because she was still a student, she had never actually drunk alcohol. 　　Only after starting "compensated dating" did some clients bring canned beer or bottled wine to 　　create a romantic atmosphere. She mostly just sipped a little, taking a couple of small sips before going to 　　bed with the men. She never really knew her alcohol tolerance; at most, her tongue would get used to the taste 　　. 　　Today, however, she opened up, complaining about her mother neglecting her. She resented her mother's 　　neglect of her and her lover, and was very dissatisfied with the man, often saying hurtful things. This 　　made her mother even more unhappy, further worsening their relationship. The two of them were in a 　　vicious cycle, growing increasingly distant and strained. Qiao Ling was also feeling bad, so after being persuaded 　　to drink two glasses of beer, the alcohol made her a little excited, and she wanted to talk even more. 　　Even if she hadn't said anything, Qiao An knew their relationship was definitely bad. The father had passed away, 　　leaving only the mother and daughter. If their relationship were good, they would practically depend on each other for survival 　　. How could the daughter be engaging in "compensated dating" in this family of just the two of them, and the mother not even knowing? And even if she didn't know, it wouldn't be so bad; after all, some mothers 　　care about their daughters but are rather oblivious. But when Qiao An saw her skipping class and leaving the hotel, 　　Qiao Ling didn't panic, proving she wasn't afraid of Qiao An telling her mother. This showed just 　　how bad their relationship had become. 　　Qiao An noticed that Qiao Ling's words were becoming increasingly unrestrained. It was lunchtime, and the restaurant 　　was getting busier. He simply called over a waiter, saying he wanted to add an extra dish, a small hot pot, 　　and move into the smaller of the restaurant's two private rooms. Although they were the only two customers, 　　the private room was currently empty, and Qiao An had even given the waiter a small tip, so he easily led 　　Qiao Ling into the room. 　　Inside, her words wouldn't be overheard by those outside. After the hot pot, meat, and vegetables were all served, Qiao An 　　began to intensify her efforts to coax Xiao Lingling into drinking with her. Soon, 　　Qiao Lingling, whose alcohol tolerance was only half a bottle before she blushed and a bottle before she was tipsy, had already downed two bottles. Excitedly, she shouted, "Don't think I don't know! What right does she have to 　　tell me what to do? She went and became someone's mistress, and then the man's wife brought several people to 　　her house, blocking the door and yelling and smashing things. She managed to escape, but I was so scared I trembled and hid under the covers 　　. I couldn't sleep that night, and the next day I was so tired I couldn't get out of bed, so I skipped class 　　. When the teacher found her, instead of reflecting on her responsibility, she attacked me!"

"Scolding and beating her, what kind of mother is this?"
As she spoke, two lines of tears streamed down the sixteen-year-old girl's tender cheeks, down
her chin, and dripped into the wine glass on the table. The sight of the girl's tearful face made Qiao An's lust rise, and
his penis trembled. The girl simply picked up her glass and took another sip of beer, sobbing as
she said, "Then that man, afraid of his wife, dumped her. She's in a bad mood, but she barely
speaks to me for a month. I'm her daughter! Not a punching bag for her anger! I even doubt if I'm
her flesh and blood."
As she spoke, Qiao Ling sobbed loudly. Qiao
An, who had been sitting next to her since entering the private room, saw that the time was right and immediately pulled the girl into his arms,
wiping her tears with the back of one hand while his other hand encircled her under her arm, his fingers pressing against the edge of her small breast
. He whispered in her ear, "Don't cry, your eyes will get red and you won't be pretty anymore. No matter if others
like you or not, Uncle likes you, Uncle likes you the most, you know?" He
then planted a quick kiss on her flushed cheeks.
Even though she was already quite drunk, she could feel her uncle's fingers pressing on the edge of her breast.
But what happens when you're drunk? She seemed uncomfortable, shifting her body slightly,
then jerking up and down, but she couldn't get her uncle's hand off her breast. Instead, his large hand
moved even further upwards and inwards, and she stopped struggling.
Qiao An wiped away her tears, even trying to lick the last two drops away with his tongue.
But the girl, already dizzy and dissipating heat, still shyly
resisted, raising her hands in protest. He had no choice but to wipe them away with a tissue. Then, he put his arm around her, his hand still
resting on her small breasts, and walked out of the private room, calling the waiter for the bill.
After refusing the waiter's offer to round it down, he took the change and
stuffed it all into Qiao Ling's skirt pocket, saying, "This is your allowance for snacks. I'll give
you a little more later to buy other things." He brought his mouth very close, his warm breath going straight into the little
girl's ear. The waiter, unaware that they were uncle and niece, saw that he seemed to have successfully gotten
her drunk and was secretly smiling at him. Qiao An glanced back at her, returned the smile, and
then helped the girl out of the restaurant to the parking lot.
This time, he didn't let the girl sit in the front passenger seat, but opened the door and helped her to
the back seat. Then, sitting in the driver's seat, he said to Qiao Ling, "You seem a little drunk." Although Qiao Ling
didn't slump onto the back seat, she fumbled for the window, muttering, "Yeah, I'm drunk,
I'm hot."
Qiao An opened the power window on her side door using the control panel and said, "Then Uncle will take you for a drive to what used to be
Beipo Park, now Beishan Green Forest. The air there is fresh, and there are fewer people; it's
a good place to sober up." Without waiting for the girl's reply, he started the car and drove off. Qiao Ling
leaned against the open window, fanning her flushed face with her delicate white hands—a truly
adorable gesture. After Qiao An had driven about a hundred meters,
she finally replied with a simple, "Okay."

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