【Daughter's Charm】(5-6)

(5)
After drinking a little alcohol that evening, I felt lightheaded. Looking at the brightly lit city, the flashing neon lights, the surging
traffic and crowds, and the affectionate strollers with their arms around each other, I felt as if I belonged to another world.
Tingting had already integrated into this environment, while I was a complete outsider.
What did I, as her father, have with Tingting besides family affection? I walked up the steps into the hotel and heard the waiter
's voice, "Sir, are you the guest in room 203?"
"Oh."
"Your phone."
The waiter smiled warmly.
Who was calling from here at this time? I picked up the receiver, wondering.
"Dad..." A sweet voice made me feel comfortable.
"Tingting."
"Dad, you can have dinner by yourself. I'm going home after class."
I was about to say it was late and not to come over when I heard Tingting's hurried, "Goodbye, Dad."
I felt a mix of disappointment and sweetness.
Would Tingting really come over that night? And what would happen if she did? Honestly, deep down I still hoped Tingting would come and stay with
me. Even though I'd made up my mind a hundred times, now that the time had come, I wavered a little. Humans, after all,
have desires, especially since she and I had already crossed the line of incest.
My wife also scolded me for sending our daughter to university, saying that with her health, she didn't know when she'd
pass away, and having a daughter at home would always be helpful. Even if she studied a lot, she'd eventually belong to someone else,
so it was better to keep her at home and let her enjoy a few more years.
I know my wife meant well; she herself had no sexual desire and didn't want me to live a life of asceticism.
But as a father, would I ruin my child's life for my own desires?
So I made up my mind that even if it was hard and tiring, I would support Tingting's education, to make up for my
mistake, as a small compensation to her.
Thinking this, I stepped onto the stairs.
The hotel wasn't very tall, but the decor was luxurious, with warm reminders posted on each floor,
giving one a sense of comfort.
I faintly heard weak moans coming from the room, which sounded more like a woman's soft moans. As I approached
the center of the corridor, the sounds grew clearer, seemingly tinged with surprise and suppressed emotion.
I'd heard that prostitution was rampant in the city; could this hotel be no exception?
Thinking this, I unconsciously slowed my pace, straining my ears to search for the intermittent sounds, trying to pinpoint
which room they were coming from. Suddenly, I heard the clatter of high heels from below the stairs. Knowing someone was coming,
I quickened my pace.
Two heavily made-up women came up the stairs, whispering to each other. They suddenly stopped, looked at each other
, glanced quickly at me, and then covered their mouths, giggling.
The one in the back nudged the girl in front. "So early…"
"You want one too?"
the girl in front teased, turning around. "Big brother can't say second brother."
"I want you…" the girl, her sore spot exposed, slipped her hand under the girl's armpit.
The two girls, playfully giggling, hurried up the stairs.
Passing me, they both glanced at me, then whispered, "Tall and strong, tonight
…" They gestured towards me with their lips.
"You like…" the girl gestured, "Big and thick."
"Haha…" they shoved each other as they went up the stairs.
Watching their backs and listening to their tone, I knew these girls were probably involved in those sordid
transactions. Although I felt sorry for their backgrounds and experiences, the sight of young bodies stirred
a desire within me. No wonder people say they have the desire but not the courage; even I, a usually upright and devoted father who loves my daughter wholeheartedly , have had a moment of emotional infidelity. How much more so for those 　　businessmen
who travel all over the country ? 　　(6) 　　The hustle and bustle of the city made me very uncomfortable. I was alone in the hotel, and I was actually starting to feel sleepy. 　　Around 9 o'clock, I heard the phone ring. I thought it was Tingting calling. 　　"Sir, would you like some services?" 　　A sweet voice made me both scared and tempted. 　　"What—services?" 　　I had heard that there were prostitutes in the city, but this was the first time I had received such a call, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. The other party obviously 　　knew that I was a virgin and chuckled. "It's just to make you feel good..." she teased, then 　　whispered, "It's not expensive..." Not knowing how to respond, I hesitated and said, "No, thank you." 　　I then closed the phone and listened to the door. All I could hear was a "knock knock" sound, and I felt a little disappointed. 　　"Knock knock..." Before I could calm down, I heard a soft knock on the door, and then Tingting and that 　　classmate came in. Both of them were carrying something. 　　"Dad, have you eaten?" 　　Tingting smiled, looking even more attractive and endearing than before. 　　"Yes," 　　I replied passively, addressing the man who had come to us. "Please sit down." 　　The boy, however, was quite uninhibited, greeting me casually. "Uncle, I'll be going now, you two chat." 　　I looked at him and Tingting with a puzzled expression. "You two aren't..." Tingting turned around and said bluntly to their class 　　monitor, "Zijian, you should go back now." 　　Zijian seemed to have something to say, but swallowed his words. "Goodbye, Uncle!" 　　As he closed the door, he poked his head back in. "Tingting, don't go back tonight." 　　"I know," 　　Tingting answered naturally, but a ripple of unease stirred within me. Was Tingting not afraid of what people would say? 　　"Tingting, you should go back with him," 　　I advised, but deep down I hoped Tingting would stay with me. 　　"Dad—it's not easy for you to come all this way," 　　Tingting said, leaning closer and wrapping her arms around my waist. 　　Nervously watching the doorway, she said, "No—don't let anyone see." 　　But Tingting scooted up a little, "What's there to be afraid of if they see?"

Her little mouth peeked out, "You're my dad."
"Then won't they suspect anything if you're here?"
"Who would?"
Tingting let go of me, took off her coat, "He even persuaded me to come with you."
"But..." I glanced at the cramped room with only one bed, the implication being, where will you sleep?
"What's wrong?"
Tingting pouted, sitting down beside me, "Are you treating me like an outsider?"
"No—no..." Deep down, I felt unworthy of her. In just one semester of university, Tingting
had blossomed into a completely different person, both in temperament and figure—a true university student.
"You're a university student now, don't let people gossip."
"Then I'm not your daughter anymore?"
Tingting snuggled closer, her eyes squinting, captivating me. I wanted to hug and kiss her, but thinking of my daughter
's future, I hesitated.
"Tingting, didn't Dad already tell you? From now on, we're father and daughter."
"When weren't we father and daughter?"
Tingting retorted, looking at me.
Yes, despite all the illicit affairs between us, it's just a matter between father and daughter. In my
wife's and my eyes, Tingting will always be our Tingting.
"Silly girl,"
I gently stroked her hair, "Dad doesn't want to ruin your future."
Tingting buried her head in my arms, sniffling, and said, "You are my future."
Any preaching seemed pale and powerless; in Tingting's life, I had become an indispensable
part of hers. Though I had a thousand reasons not to, as a father, I still thought of my daughter's best interests.
"Don't let him suspect anything!"
I was naturally referring to the male classmate who came with her.
"Dad..." Tingting protested loudly and sweetly, "Everyone said he's our class monitor."
"Then he didn't pursue you?"
Looking at Tingting's increasingly beautiful face, I felt a pang of sadness.
"No, even if he did, I wouldn't care about him,"
Tingting said matter-of-factly.
"Silly Tingting, you two are the same age, quite a good match."
"Dad..."
Tingting protested in a drawn-out voice, "Mom told you to come..." She nestled shyly in my arms, her hand inadvertently
brushing against my crotch, and my previously perky spot suddenly became erect.
"Bad Dad!"
Tingting scolded shyly, then her little hand reached over.
Just as I was having an internal struggle, the phone suddenly rang.
"Sir, would you like some service?"
Hearing that sweet voice, Tingting looked at me suspiciously, answered the phone impatiently, and hurriedly
said, "No!"
and quickly hung up.
Tingting immediately understood, a blush instantly rising on her delicate face, her face full of jealousy, "Should I have
come?"
I hurriedly wanted to confess, cupping her face in my hands, "Silly girl, they're prostitutes."
As soon as I said it, I felt it was too rough, and sure enough, Tingting's face turned red and white.
"Dad doesn't care."
"Hmm..." Tingting turned over, "Then I'll sleep here."
Could he still refuse? Since it was for confession, he couldn't refuse anymore. He pulled her close and
wrapped her tightly in his arms. "Tingting, Dad wants to go take a shower."
But Tingting clung to him tightly, humming and refusing to let him go.
This little thing was still the same as before at home; even as a college student, she couldn't change that bad habit.
His hand unconsciously reached inside, and Tingting giggled as she hugged him, letting him slip his hand inside her collar.
"Knock knock..." Another rapid knocking sounded at the door, and the father and daughter quickly got up.
"Who is it?"
"Police checking rooms."
Startled, I stood up. Two policemen entered, one after the other. Seeing Tingting, they asked sternly, "
What are you doing here?"
"Me?"
Tingting asked in surprise, "I'm his daughter."
"Daughter?"
The policeman looked me up and down. "What's your daughter's name?"
"Tingting!"
The words that came out of my mouth caused some trouble. "ID card!"
I searched my pockets, but I only had one.
"You!"
He pointed at Tingting, "Come to the police station with me."
He then grabbed Tingting and started twisting her arm. "You, what are you doing?" 　　Tingting struggled.
"What are we doing? 　　We know what you're doing. You're so young and you're already behaving badly." 　　The policeman was surprisingly polite. 　　In my haste, I stammered, "Officer, she really is my daughter, or..." Suddenly 　　remembering the boy who came with Tingting, a thought struck me, and I said, "Why don't you have her 　　call the school?" 　　The two officers released her, and Tingting quickly picked up the phone, stammering, "Zijian, 　　contact the school quickly, they've misunderstood me at the hotel." 　　"What?" 　　the boy asked in surprise, "Tell me slowly, what happened?" 　　"Uh, uh, my dad came, the police misunderstood me as..." Tingting was so angry and anxious that she couldn't express herself clearly. 　　Seeing Tingting's expression, the officer seemed to understand and quickly grabbed the phone, "Hello, who is this...?" 　　"I'm her classmate. Tingting is indeed from our school. Her father came to see her today. Oh, her father's 　　name is Guan Yixuan." 　　This boy was also thoughtful; he immediately called out my name. The police officer looked at my ID card and asked, 　　"And who are you?" 　　"My name is Guan Tingting." 　　The officer immediately hung up the phone, speaking gently, "I'm sorry." 　　He nodded apologetically.

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