【Daughter's Charm】(9-11)

(9)
"What's wrong with you?"
Tingting asked as soon as we met the next morning. "Why did you suddenly disappear?"
Looking at Tingting's stern face, I felt a pang of grievance and stood there like a child. Seeing my expression
, Tingting changed her tone and said gently, "Don't you like it?"
"Tingting..." Although I had so much to say, the words that came out were, "I just feel sorry for
you."
"Bad Dad!"
She walked over with a charming smile and straightened my clothes. "What's there to be sorry about? Back then, you
advised me to get married too."
"I..." With pleading eyes, "I won't look anymore, okay?"
Tingting didn't expect me to beg her like that. It was as if she was forcing me. She was stunned for a moment. "Dad, I just
want you to have a companion in your old age."
"I won't be a burden to you."
My words hurt Tingting deeply. She glared at me hatefully and turned to leave. Seeing Tingting's sad
appearance, I hurriedly chased after her. "Tingting, Tingting."
Tingting shook me off, but I quickly grabbed her arm. We stood there silently. Suddenly, Tingting
turned around. "Don't be so petty. I'm not doing this because I think you're a burden."
She lowered her head as if she'd done something wrong. "I know."
Tingting took my hand. "I can't be with you often, I just want you to have company."
"Tingting!"
I understood my daughter's thoughts, but I had no such feelings right now.
"Alright, alright, if you really don't want to, I won't force you."
Tingting looked at me understandingly, her voice gentle. "Daughter won't leave you."
I looked at her gratefully, noticing the tenderness in her eyes. I reached out and hugged her, hearing Tingting's soft voice
, "Bad daddy, it's not like I won't give it to you."
Tingting was telling the truth. Over the years, although she had started her own family, her husband was often away due to his profession
, which created a great opportunity for us, father and daughter. "Tingting, that's not what Dad meant. I
just felt—I felt I shouldn't have betrayed you."
"Okay, I know."
Tingting said affectionately, "You still have a conscience."
Her eyes revealed a unique feminine charm. "He'll be back soon."
Reluctantly leaving him, she heard her son-in-law's voice. "Tingting, Mom wants you to come over."
She quickly slipped back to her room to avoid arousing his suspicion.
(10)
Zijian and Tingting got married a year ago. He was still a new recruit on the public security front. Despite his father, a professor, doing
a lot of work, he was only a deputy section chief in the security department. Zijian was very satisfied with this. He even expressed his unwillingness
to let his father interfere too much with his work space. Tingting said that Zijian was not demanding in terms of sex life. However,
during the honeymoon phase, the two were inseparable and had a record of having sex twice in one night. He even expressed his desire for Tingting to give him
oral sex, but he stopped because Tingting refused.
He didn't have any special way of making love and would often finish quickly, which made me feel somewhat balanced.
When Tingting returned home for the first time after her marriage, my wife pulled her inside. I knew my wife had been wanting to know Tingting
's attitude for a while, but was it a bit too hasty? Zijian seemed a little confused, picking up his teacup and looking at
me with a puzzled expression. "Don't worry about women's affairs,"
I could only say as a way of brushing her off. Zijian felt relieved after hearing my words, after all, they were mother and daughter. Sure enough, my
wife came out a moment later, greeting him, "You're home, don't be shy."
She handed Zijian some peanuts and roasted melon seeds, which he quickly stood up. "I can do it myself."
My wife looked him up and down, and seeing his handsome face and polite demeanor, she was naturally satisfied, though
she still had a slight reservation. "Zijian, let Tingting sleep with me tonight. In our rural area, it's
a custom that when a daughter returns to her parents' home for the first time, she has to sleep with her mother."
Zijian didn't hesitate. "Mom, anything is fine, you can arrange it."
He was a city person after all, understanding and reasonable. My wife gave me a smiling look. That evening, the young couple
chatted for a while in the house. Tingting, a little shy, ran out and went into my wife's room. I had to hide in another
room. That night, the moon was very bright, illuminating even the yard clearly. I lay on the small bed next door, feeling
a mix of emotions. My son-in-law was being neglected on his first visit; he was all alone. Wouldn't he realize
anything?
The family's yellow dog occasionally barked, and the chickens in the coop clucked. I don't know
what my wife and Tingting talked about in that room, but it was all the stuff she'd been nagging me about these past few days—things like Tingting should come home more often after she got married
, and that Tingting should take me to live with her after she passed away. Her mind was full of plans for me.
In the middle of the night, I heard my wife cough, followed by the creak of the door opening. My wife quietly pushed
the door open. "Her father, let's go over there."
I hesitated, glancing at my son-in-law in the opposite room. "Isn't that inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate? I'll watch over her from here."
My wife's unwavering tone touched me. Seeing my hesitation, she simply pushed me
out the door, her eyes full of encouragement and urging as I looked back several times. "She's waiting for you."
Under my wife's gaze, I gently pushed open the door, and just before entering, I saw her lingering gaze, then
I closed the door.
Tingting, dressed in red, sat on the bed. Seeing me enter, she bowed her head and called out, "Dad..." At that moment,
I was so ashamed I almost backed away. On Tingting's wedding day, I, her father, was about to share a room with her.
Looking at Tingting's somewhat unfamiliar face, my heart pounded wildly. After graduating from university and working in the city, she
had long since shed her rustic appearance. Even her skin had become fair and smooth, unlike its former dullness and dryness. No wonder
people envied me for raising such a good daughter—educated, with a good social standing, and bringing honor to the family. But what they
didn't know was that I, as her father, not only supported a university graduate but also had a sexual relationship with her
—something no rural person could even dream of.
"Your mother..." Afraid that Tingting might change her mind after getting married, making me, as her father, feel embarrassed, I hesitated to step
forward. "Mom said you've been thinking about me these days."
She glanced at me shyly, making my heart flutter. After all, we hadn't been father and daughter for a long time.
She was in the city; could her heart still be with me? "Oh, what parent doesn't miss their child?"
I covered up, trying to save face. "Then you still consider me your daughter?"
Tingting looked at me with a hint of resentment, making me feel uncomfortable. "Everyone says I raised a good
daughter."
I stood there awkwardly. "You still remember I'm your daughter?"
Tingting sounded a little angry this time. My heart warmed. "How could I not remember?"
"Then you..." Tingting stood up, "You raised her, so isn't she yours now?"
She grabbed my hand. "Tingting..." I looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and affection, realizing that in Tingting's heart,
I, her father, had always been her number one priority. "You are now..." She glanced at the room, the implication being
that you now have a man. "Am I no longer pure?"
Tingting's gaze was reproachful. "You despise me?"
"No—no..." He answered hastily, not expecting Tingting to think this way. "Then why..."
"You're a college student, and you're from the city, Dad—Dad..." He stammered out his worries.
"A college student, from the city, aren't you the one who raised you?"
Tingting said, gently snuggling closer. "Dad, I'll always be your daughter." He felt
a surge of joy, a tingling sensation in his heart. He had always worried that once his daughter went to college and got a job, she would become too picky
and look down on him, her country bumpkin father. He hadn't expected that she would still hold him in her heart.
I gently embraced her, affectionately inhaling her hair. Tingting turned her face away. "Do you think I'm not
clean anymore?"
"No!"
"Then why aren't you like before—?"
I took my hand and placed it on her high, full breasts. Her breasts were no longer as firm and
high as before, and I rubbed them reluctantly. "I thought you were disgusted with me."
There was a hint of resentment in her voice. "Disgusted with what?"
Her breasts exuded an information I hadn't seen before, making them even more mysterious and alluring. My daughter, now a college student,
was naturally not the same as before. "Bad Dad, you know that."
Tingting turned around and looked at me tenderly. Looking at my daughter's bright red lips painted with lipstick, my heart
was filled with endless desire. Now a wife, she had the fullness and maturity of a young woman, especially with her
snow-white skin peeking out from under her pure white lingerie, radiating youthful energy that stirred me, a man over fifty
. "He..." the daughter said shyly, "He didn't do it many times."
It couldn't be simpler; a daughter was telling her father how many times her husband had taken her, just to let him
know she was still as pure as before. "Silly girl, Dad doesn't care."
"You're bad!"
A soft, melodious voice, like strings, instantly moved him. Their eyes met, their lips touched, and
they stood there embracing, pouring out their longing. "I thought you—you wouldn't want me anymore,"
Tingting murmured, her voice trembling with sobs. "That night, I resisted him, I didn't want him to touch me, but
Dad, I couldn't resist him—sob—sob…" Tingting cried.
"Silly child, you should have your own family."
He stroked her neck, conveying comfort and tenderness through his lips. On the wedding day, I stood
there dumbfounded, watching Zijian lead Tingting into the wedding car. At that moment, my heart was filled with mixed emotions; I didn't
know what a father should do. "I promised you, I would keep it safe for you."
"Dad knows."
"But I can't keep it..." Tingting shook my body, tears streaming down her face, "I hate you!"
A mixture of shock and emotion overwhelmed me. I held Tingting tightly, pressing our bodies even closer together.
"That night, in the hotel, I wanted to tell you that Tingting wouldn't get married, that she would stay with you for life, but you coward
, after the police messed with you, you changed your mind."
She pounded my back. I cupped her face, looking at her tear-streaked face, moved, "Tingting, don't
keep it for me, it's not right, besides, you should have a husband."
Tingting suddenly whispered shyly in my ear, "Bad Dad, he always wore a condom, daughter..."
"Really?"
After so many days of marriage, her son-in-law had actually used a condom during sex. "I just wanted Dad..."
"Good Tingting."
Overwhelmed with emotion, knowing that his beloved daughter had remained chaste for him, he longed
to embrace her again, to make love once more. "At first, I made it bleed, but later I could only..." Tingting pouted
, "You still ignore me."
How could I ignore you? It's just that a father can't ignore his daughter's happiness. Because you are my own
daughter, even though I have a thousand feelings and ten thousand loves for you, I can only keep them in my heart.
It's really hard for her to have a close encounter with her father again. "Tingting, Dad doesn't want to be a burden to you anymore—as long as you are happy."
This is the heartfelt voice of a father. I can't be too selfish or arbitrary, making it difficult for my daughter to be a good person in her husband's and family
. Tingting smiled and said, "Dad, leave a mark for your daughter."
(11)
Zijian looked tired and exhausted. His 178cm height was imposing, and his handsome face always revealed
a man's masculinity. Back then, if it weren't for these conditions, I wouldn't have agreed to let Tingting marry him. "Dad,
Tingting and I are going back to Mom's place tonight."
He sat down on the sofa and took off his belt. "My sister found a boyfriend, and Mom wants us to go meet
him."
"Sure,"
I said politely. "What does he do?"
"I think he works for the government."
Zijian didn't seem very interested. "Tingting, what should we bring them?"
"Take those two boxes of health supplements."
Tingting came out of the room, looking refreshed and radiant with her lightly made-up face.
Her fashionable clothes accentuated her slender figure, making her stand tall and graceful. Her full, burgeoning breasts were particularly
alluring, drawing even Zijian's attention. "How was it?"
Tingting twirled in front of us, showing off. "I'm impressed,"
Zijian exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. If I hadn't been there, he definitely would have made a move. "Wife
, did you use magic today?"
"You rascal!"
Tingting laughed, "When doesn't your wife act like this?"
She glanced at me with a smile, her eyes filled with an indescribable affection. "How come I never noticed before
?"
Zijian grinned. "That's because you're blind
," Tingting scoffed. "You were just distracted." Zijian
's face flushed and paled involuntarily. Watching the two of them walk away, a sense of loss washed over me
.
I never thought Zijian was so outstanding before, but now I see he and Tingting are a perfect match. Their figures, heights
, and looks are all impeccable, and I even feel a little ashamed of myself. I ate some dinner, went to bed alone
, watched some TV, and then drifted off to sleep.
I don't know when, but I heard Zijian and Tingting's voices. "Dad, are you asleep?"
In my previous mood, I was too lazy to pay attention to them, but I heard Zijian chuckle, "I'm so jealous."
Tingting's voice broke free, "Envious of them, aren't you? Aren't you ashamed?"
Tingting said coquettishly, "I just think you're not honest."
"Good wife."
Zijian pleaded, expressing his desire. "Was it Zijun who aroused you?"
I opened my eyes and saw Tingting being embraced by Zijian, Tingting poking his forehead with her finger. "Nonsense!"
Zijian touched his lips, but Tingting blocked him with her hand. "Zijun is still in school and she dresses so seductively,
your eyes haven't left her for a moment."
"Tingting."
Zijian seemed to have his secret exposed, "She's my sister."
"It's a good thing she's your sister, otherwise, you would have been completely bewitched."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Zijian chased after her and finally kissed her. "Mmm..." Tingting whimpered, "You just can't get Yingying's attention,
so you're using a matchmaker to satisfy your cravings."
"Don't talk nonsense." Zijian wasn't angry, he pushed Tingting down onto the edge of the bed and hurriedly unzipped her
pants. He had only known that they shared a room, but he had never seen Tingting make love to him. Leaning back,
he watched through the crack in the door as Zijian took off Tingting's pants. "Who's talking nonsense? Zijun is dressed so revealingly, even Dad keeps
peeking back and forth. Tell me, aren't her breasts bigger than mine?"
Zijian stammered, his words like an arrow on a bowstring. "Let me see yours first."
He unbuttoned Tingting's top, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts. Tingting looked down at him, clearly also feeling
that desire. Zijian cupped them and kneaded them. Tingting's breathing became heavy as she watched Zijian put his nipple in
his mouth and suckle. "Zijun isn't married but hers is so big, don't you think there's a problem?"
Tingting brought up the old topic while enjoying herself. "What's wrong with it? Women are all natural."
Zijian couldn't wait any longer. He reached down to Tingting's crotch and scooped it up. "But Daddy's eyes are a bit lewd."
Having already lifted Tingting up, I saw the dark area between her legs. Zijian moved down from above. "Zijun
was his model."
"What did you say?"
Tingting exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Zijian's head. "What's the big deal? Daddy's a painter." Zijian
said calmly, then parted Tingting's large labia.
Tingting shushed him, her gaze falling upwards. Zijian observed carefully, then suddenly pinched Tingting's
clitoris. Tingting's body trembled. "That doesn't mean she's a nude model, does it?"
"Mom did it with him too."
Zijian pulled Tingting's body forward, his enormous penis pointing directly at her. "You mean Zijun had Dad
paint her nude?"
Tingting looked at him with disbelief. Zijian slowly sawed across Tingting's vulva, then forcefully thrust
inside her. Tingting bloomed like a flower. "Dad said Zijun's figure is perfect for a nude model."
Zijian leaned down and began thrusting violently.
(To be continued)

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