[A Century-Old Sigh (Raping a Daughter Wearing White Stockings)] [Author: Furukawa Pan-ya]

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Prologue
Sometimes, accidents happen so suddenly, yet so naturally.
I walked slowly along the path paved with small pebbles. Wildflowers blooming along the roadside
swayed gently in the breeze. The weather was clear, the fragrance of the flowers silky. Entering the labyrinth of stone tablets, I searched for her trace.
"Long time no see, are you well? It's a real pity that we couldn't spend the last moments together. However, as you read this letter
, please don't be sad. By the time you see this letter, I should no longer be in this world. My appearance
before death was too tragic, I couldn't bear to taint your eyes..."
Hurrying along, I felt the cardboard envelope in my trench coat pocket, my feet brushing past rows of stone tablets. I
glanced at each one, silently murmuring her name.
Found her.
It was no different from the other stone tablets, a gray one about half a meter tall. Perhaps because it was newly erected
, it looked very new and shiny under the sunlight.
The few characters carved on the tombstone had been deliberately ground away, leaving only a few words legible—"...
the grave of my wife..."
I remained silent.
"I'm truly sorry. I wanted to be impulsive and pretend to be your wife. I prepared
a tombstone for myself in advance, with the words already engraved. But the more I looked at it, the more ashamed I felt. How could someone like me be worthy of you?
In the end, I had to grind the words away myself. If you'd like to come and see me, find the
tombstone ..."
I knelt down, my expression calm, and gently touched the tombstone.
Memories flooded back, that evening...
I
stopped in my tracks. Before me was my wife's and my bedroom. The solid wood bedroom door was carved with
patterns . I took a few steps back, squinting as I carefully surveyed my surroundings.
The bedroom door was ajar, and the entire room was silent. It was nearly 7 PM, the sky was darkening, and the
last rays of sunlight shone through the glass window, casting a golden glow on the quartz floor. I felt inside my suit pocket,
silently pulled out a pair of gloves, and put them on. Then I rolled up my trouser leg and removed the dagger strapped to my calf.
I sniffed, confirming again that it was the stench of human blood, and without further hesitation,
I walked slowly to the bedroom door, gently grasped the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open.
The smell was pungent. I licked my lips and carefully observed the room.
The master bedroom wasn't large, only about forty square meters, and was easily visible. In the center of the room, on the large bed, lay a
headless corpse, the cut rough, the stark white cervical vertebrae exposed. The entire bed surface was soaked in blood, and
a thick mist of blood filled the air. The windows were tightly shut, and all three layers of curtains were drawn, making it impossible for anyone outside to know
what was happening inside. I walked to the bed and examined the cut closely.
A single, blunt cut. And it was a blunt knife. Hence the rough cut.
I grabbed the corpse's arm and rolled up the sleeve. There was a mole; so this must be my wife.
Gently placing the corpse's arm back in its place, I scanned the room. The stench of blood emanated from two sources, besides the
body on the bed… I looked towards the bathroom in the master bedroom. The frosted glass door to the bathroom was also ajar.
The last rays of sunlight vanished, plunging the entire room into darkness. I concealed the blade of my dagger behind my back;
in the darkness, only my eyes emitted an eerie red glow.
I pushed open the glass door, and neon lights from outside shone through a small window high in the bathroom wall. The toilet
seat was closed, and the bathtub beside it was filled with crimson blood.
I approached the bathtub, casually pulling out the plunger from beside the toilet and stirring the water.
As I stirred the water, some
intestines, and a thigh were visible—my wife wasn't the only victim in this murder…
I placed the plunger down and lifted the toilet seat—my wife's missing head lay silently
in the toilet, her long black hair matted together, her face appearing to have been stabbed dozens of times, her eye sockets empty, her eyeballs
missing .
I strolled out of the bedroom, slowly took out my phone, and dialed the police.
I calmly explained the situation to the operator, gave them my address, and hung up,
heading . Normally, my daughter would be home at this time; she was only a teenager.
During the initial investigation of the murder scene, I had tentatively identified two victims. Besides my wife, the other person's body was too
mangled were submerged in blood, the only thing I could be certain of was that they were an adult.
Although I couldn't rule out the possibility that my daughter had also been murdered and dismembered in the bathtub, I still needed to
check .
Arriving at my daughter's room, I found the pink wooden door tightly shut, a cute little teddy bear hanging above it. The teddy
bear was hugging a small cloth board embroidered with my daughter's name—Jiang Xinyue.
The door was locked. I gripped the doorknob and turned it a few times, but the door wouldn't budge.
"Yueyue, are you in?" I knocked. "Don't be afraid, it's Daddy, please open the door."
I pressed my ear against the door; the room was silent, as if no one was inside. I knocked again, still no
response. I took a few steps back and kicked the door. The entire door frame shattered, the solid wood door seemingly
crushed by a road roller, fragments flying into the room. I silently entered the bedroom and immediately saw my
daughter .
She lay on her side, wearing a white dress, her soft hair flowing down her back, her arms wrapped around her knees,
facing the wall, her whole body trembling, seemingly terrified. My gaze searched downwards; my daughter
's two tender legs, curled up, were encased in white silk pantyhose. In this position,
the outline of her budding, slightly fleshy buttocks was perfectly presented by the tight pantyhose, exuding an alluring aura.
For some reason, my penis hardened, a large bulge forming in my pants. An impulse surged through me
—to pull out my penis, to pull it out in front of my daughter, to rape her, to rape her soles, to rape her white-stockinged
buttocks, to rape her tender vagina, to ejaculate all my semen into her body!
The gruesome crime scene didn't stir any emotion within me; it was my daughter's petite, soft body and the beautiful legs encased in
tight pantyhose that made my breathing heavy and my lower body hot.
With my throbbing, hard penis, I slowly approached my daughter, my hand trembling slightly as I gently touched her tender back through her
skirt The smooth, silky back made my impulse grow stronger.
I pressed my swollen hips, rubbed them, and whispered, "Yueyue, don't be afraid, it's Daddy..."
My daughter didn't respond, her body trembling uncontrollably, still muttering something.
I picked her up from the bed, my hands involuntarily supporting her white-stockinged buttocks, my thumbs
pressing along the cleft between her legs. She remained in the position of hugging her
knees , unaware that her father's large hands were already indecently violating the most delicate area between her legs.
Seeing my daughter's seemingly dazed state, the impulse in my heart finally exploded, and my blood inexplicably
boiled. The little girl was now completely unguarded against me, unresponsive to any fondling. I would rape her! I would thrust
my penis hard into her virgin hole!
I sat on the bed, adjusting my daughter's position so that her white-stockinged, tender buttocks rested precisely on
the large bulge in my groin. One hand gently slipped under her skirt, tracing her abdomen upwards to her slightly
protruding the other hand, I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my already swollen, throbbing penis.
My heart pounded as I pulled it out. My own daughter seemed to radiate a sexual magic; her tender vulva between her
pantyhose- legs was like the most alluring potion, drawing my penis in. I gripped my penis against her
white-stockinged buttocks, rubbing the glans against the smooth pantyhose while stroking it back and forth,
imagining myself violently pressing her soft body onto the bed and thrusting into her honeyed depths.
My daughter's head was lowered, her arms wrapped around herself. Slowly, gently, with trembling hands, I caressed her alabaster
breasts, occasionally kneading her small, protruding nipples. My hand was relentlessly stroking my penis, pressing it
deeply against my daughter's tender buttocks, the fleshy area covered in pantyhose being pushed inwards. At the same time, I clamped one of my daughter's
stockinged , pressing one of her buttocks tightly against my scrotum, my hips slightly heaving,
as if I were truly penetrating her. A wave of tingling, itchy pleasure washed over my glans.
This tingling gradually spread throughout my entire penis, and my breathing became increasingly rapid. My daughter's delicate fragility, and
the kinship ingrained in my blood, made me want nothing more than to thrust my penis into this loved one's vagina, to strengthen our bond, to make us
inseparable forever.
But I remained calm. There were at least two corpses in this house, and I had just called
the police; they would be here soon, and my daughter couldn't remain in this dazed state indefinitely.
So I had to suppress my desire to possess my daughter on the spot and masturbate intensely. When the urge to ejaculate tickled my heart
, I couldn't control myself. After a few final, frantic thrusts, my penis jerked violently, and a thick,
viscous stream of semen erupted, shooting directly onto my daughter's white-stockinged buttocks and onto her pantyhose!
A large amount of semen smeared her pantyhose, slowly trickling down her fleshy buttocks, past her alluring
vulva, over her beautiful, tender legs, until it dripped onto the ground at the soles of her feet.
I savored the pleasurable sensation of ejaculating on my daughter's body; the raging desire within me subsided slightly, but the feeling of
blood ties grew stronger, drawing me to rape her, to make her my own daughter,
a loli only for me to fuck. I squeezed my penis hard, smearing the last bit of semen from my vas deferens onto
my daughter's legs, before getting up to clean up the mess and prepare to deal with the police.
The two
police officers hadn't uncovered anything, even though I had done my best to protect the crime scene. The fact was,
there wasn't a single trace of the murderer.
After piecing together the remains and conducting a forensic examination, it was determined that two people had died in the master bedroom. There's something interesting here
—besides my wife being one of the victims, the other victim was an adult male
, identified as her former classmate.
This is intriguing; what would happen between an adult man and an adult woman in the bedroom? This makes
me the prime suspect, given that my wife's head was severed, her face mutilated, and the other
victim's body was almost unrecognizable, her internal organs chopped up and soaking in her own blood in the bathtub. It all
seems like a murder motivated by rage.
My wife's body, except for her severed head, was relatively intact, allowing for various examinations. According to the forensic doctor
, there were no signs of sexual assault. But this only means she was murdered before they could have sex
; after all, it's highly inappropriate for an adult woman to bring an adult man alone into her and her husband's
bedroom .
It seems all the objective conditions at the crime scene point to me.
However, in the end, the police couldn't find conclusive evidence, while I had a
decisive alibi. On the day of the incident, I had just finished work and returned home. Several surveillance cameras had captured my
movements ; I simply didn't have time to commit the crime. Someone else killed my wife and her old classmate.
Under these circumstances, my daughter's testimony became crucial. But my fourteen-year-old daughter was already
traumatized. The police, trying to glean the truth from her fragmented words, were destined to be disappointed. She only heard a huge commotion and a horrifying scream coming from
the master bedroom . Terrified, she hid in her room until I returned.
The case reached a stalemate, making no progress. But that was left for the police to worry about.
I felt no emotion or sadness about my wife's murder. In my experience,
far more outrageous and brutal things have happened. This matter didn't even bother me as much as what to eat today.
Besides, my beautiful, young daughter was right in front of me.
Since that incident, my daughter and I moved from Beijing to Shanghai. Although she seems unaffected
by the case and is usually well-behaved, I still occasionally find myself masturbating and
ejaculating in front of her vibrant body in pantyhose. But every night when I hold her in my arms to sleep, I can still
feel her body trembling and hear her indistinct murmurs in her sleep.
"Daddy, there are so many stones here!"
My daughter's sweet voice pulled me back from my endless thoughts. It was a sunny weekend.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the towering skyscrapers below and the cars on the street, which looked like ants.
The azure sky was cloudless, and the view stretched to the far distance.
I watched my daughter sitting at my desk, playing with her teddy bear. Every now and then, she would curiously open a drawer, peek
inside , and then close it again guiltily when she saw that I hadn't noticed. Until she opened a certain drawer, she couldn't help but
exclaim in surprise.
I glanced at my daughter's plump pantyhose legs, pressed against the chair, and her
beautiful, silk-stockinged feet dangling from her toes in slippers. My heart skipped a beat. I got up and walked to her side.
"What stone?" I asked, staring at her toes twitching in their stockings. My hand naturally rested on
her left shoulder, my palm occasionally brushing against her budding breasts.
Lately, my daughter's allure had been growing stronger. Every time I saw even a sliver of her
skin, my penis would involuntarily harden. Even when I couldn't resist, I
would masturbate, but the ejaculation only intensified my desire for her tender body. This
fatal attraction was bound to end with me finally succumbing to my lust and raping her.
My daughter turned and glanced at my bulging crotch with her beautiful eyes, saying nothing. Since I'd been walking around in front of her with that bulge in my pants so often
these past few days, she was already used to it.
Sometimes , looking at her swaying white stockings and beautiful legs, I would just pull out my penis and masturbate in front of my daughter,
ejaculating into her little white shoes.
My daughter wasn't an innocent little girl; she vaguely felt that this was wrong, but because it was
me, she obediently didn't object. My daughter has always been very attached to me,
and we bathed together until she was over ten years old, but because of her mother, we haven't bathed together for two years.
I looked at the drawer my daughter opened, inside which were more than twenty stones neatly arranged, each engraved with
a number from 1 to 23, stacked up neatly.
"These," I glanced at my daughter's chest area; from my angle, I could just see
the two small mounds under her sundress, "these are all stones that Daddy collected."
Saying this, I sat down close to my daughter. As if by illusion, the sweet, childlike
scent of my daughter suddenly intensified, enveloping me and making my bulge in my pants even larger. I could even feel
the copious amount of pre-ejaculate flowing from the tip of my penis. Encircling her small waist, I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently caressing the
fleshy thighs encased in white stockings. My daughter shifted her little buttocks, seemingly a little uncomfortable.
"Why does Daddy collect these stones?"
she asked, her pink lips parting slightly. Her white skirt swayed gently with the movement of her stockinged feet, her soft little feet and alluring
legs less than fifty centimeters away from me. The air thickened, almost suffocating. My mind was filled with the thought
of tearing off my daughter's stockings and being intimately joined with her.
Taking a deep breath, I couldn't resist any longer. I unzipped my pants right in front of her, pulling out my
already throbbing, enormous penis. The intense scent of male hormones filled the air between us. I
stared at her stockinged legs as I began to masturbate.
"Let's not talk about the stones for now..." I suppressed my raging desire, my voice low, feeling an increasing
urge to directly into my daughter. "Yueyue, I want to penetrate your little hole."
My daughter froze, seemingly startled and at a loss. She pressed her legs together, her small hands tightly
gripping her skirt.
"I want to rape you, Yueyue, my daughter..." My mind went blank, desire forming a torrent
that washed over every part of my body. I wanted to completely possess my daughter, right now!
"But...but Daddy...I'm your...your own daughter..." My daughter stammered,
her petite body pressed against me, trembling slightly, as if she hadn't expected things to develop this way, that I would say it so bluntly
.
"That's why I want to rape you." My ears were ringing, the words coming out of my mouth, but I
didn't hear them at all, only using my rough hands to move up and down my daughter's body, my other hand frantically
stroking my penis, feeling the hormones boiling more and more with each stroke.
"Don't do this, Daddy... I'll help you masturbate, okay... Daddy has been masturbating in front of me these past few days, I've
learned how..."
My daughter weakly grasped my wrist, gently pushing it away, trying to stop my violation of her.
"Yueyue's white stockings are making Daddy's penis so hard, I really want to rape Yueyue hard...
Yueyue let Daddy penetrate your virgin little hole, okay?"
I said obscenely, lifting my daughter's skirt and placing my penis on the base of her stockinged thigh,
quickly rubbing the glans. My daughter's body stiffened, afraid to make any further movements, her several tentative attempts to resist only
added to her delicate softness and weakness.
"Daddy..." Tears welled up in my daughter's eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, "Please don't
rape me..."
Her soft, sobbing voice stirred something deep within me. My last line of defense crumbled, I
gripped my daughter's stockinged legs tightly, my large hands opening like iron clamps to clamp down on her thighs, and lifted her
up .
"Yueyue, listen to Daddy, from now on your little hole will be exclusively for Daddy to rape." I was panting,
no longer caring what I was saying, and carried my daughter to my bed.
"Daddy... Waaah—don't do this..." My daughter struggled and tried to kick, but her whole body
was held tightly in my arms, especially her two beautiful legs in pantyhose, which were trying to exert force in my arms, but
I held them tightly.
I moved closer to my daughter, stuck out my tongue and licked her milky white shoulder blade, following the smooth and tender skin
down , and finally sucked on her smooth and hairless armpit a few times.
"Mmm~"
My daughter moaned softly, her eyes filled with tears, looking at me with a wronged expression.
"Don't be afraid, Yueyue, Daddy just wants to fuck Yueyue's little hole, you just let Daddy fuck you..."
I could faintly smell the milky fragrance on my daughter's tender white skin, and I slowly moved my position, licking inch by inch towards
my daughter 's tender breasts. At this time, I was already sitting on the bed, and my daughter was laid on her back on the bed. I gently untied the straps of
my daughter's white dress, pulling down the neckline to reveal her small, full breasts,
which I then took into my mouth.
"Mmm...ah..." My daughter trembled violently, tears streaming down her face, heartbroken. "Daddy
..."
"Doesn't Yueyue like Daddy?" I asked, biting into her sweet, milky breast.
"No, Daddy, no..." My daughter wiped her tears and shook her head gently. "Daddy, can I help
you I'm so scared...please, Daddy...if Daddy wants it, I won't get married, I'll wait..."
"Daughter, get ready, let's do it again, let's fuck you again, okay?"
My daughter pleaded in a low voice, her eyes filled with tears, but I seemed not to hear her. I slowly licked her soft
belly, then continued downwards, until finally my entire face was pressed against her vulva through her tight white stockings.
I took a deep
breath .
The little girl's vulva didn't have any odor, but I felt a slight relief from my desire. I shook my head up and down, rubbing my face against the white stockings around her vulva, my tongue constantly licking
the camel-toe-shaped
area of her vulva that the tight stockings had created. "It's so itchy... my pee-pee spot, it's so itchy..."
My daughter's face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously squeezed her stockinged legs together, binding my neck and pressing my face
firmly between her legs. I took the opportunity to open my mouth and, through the stockings, enveloped my daughter's still small vulva, licking
and sucking her stockings vigorously.
"Daddy—Waaaaah—what should I do? I'm so scared, but it feels so strange—waaaah—"
I licked my daughter's pantyhose a few times, rubbing her thighs. Looking at the outline of her vulva so close to my face,
the boiling desire in my heart finally exploded.
"Daddy's going to rape Yueyue's pussy right now. Don't cry, Yueyue. You can be raped by Daddy from now on. It feels so good."
I stood up and forcefully tore a hole in the crotch of my daughter's pantyhose, exposing her cute
panties . I grabbed them and pulled, tearing the poor little bit of fabric.
My daughter's tender, white vulva was exposed in front of me. The smooth, bun-like slit
only revealed a little bit of pink flesh, opening and closing slightly with my daughter's sobs.
"Yueyue, your little pussy is so beautiful...Daddy can't hold back anymore..."
I hugged my daughter's two tender legs, tied them together, put my daughter's white-stockinged toes in my mouth, and
pressed my crotch against her tender virgin vulva.
Feeling the massive object pressing against her urethra, my daughter froze in terror, her body
stiff , her labia tightly shut. I thrust my hips, slowly pushing my thick, dark penis into her
vagina. Her tender labia squeezed my glans tightly, my penis laboriously parting her delicate vagina, pushing forward little
by little .
"Hiss—"
Feeling the tightness of her vagina, I gasped in pleasure. Finally, finally, I had penetrated my own
daughter 's vagina, finally, I had raped my own daughter.
The desire that had been suppressed for so long was finally fulfilled, and I was so excited that I almost ejaculated the moment I entered her
.
"Yueyue, your vagina feels so good, it's squeezing Daddy's penis so tight it's about to cum..."
My daughter's sobs grew louder, she covered her eyes and cried in suppressed sobs, not daring to cry too loudly
, each whimper in her throat fueling my sadistic desires.
I thrust hard, my huge penis breaking through the thin membrane, penetrating deep into my daughter's body.
My daughter's vaginal muscles licked and sucked every inch of my penis, the coronal sulcus feeling like it was on fire, the extreme
tingling making my whole body burn.
"Waaaaah—" Under the intense pain of being deflowered by my large penis, my daughter
could no and cried out loud. She looked pitiful and lewd.
But I didn't care what she felt at all; I just wanted my daughter to be my exclusive loli, to be able to fuck this loli's body
every day .
My penis had reached the deepest part of her vagina, but a long section was still exposed outside. I didn't care,
slowly thrusting my penis in and out, feeling the tingling sensation spreading from the glans to my entire hips and then throughout my body.
My daughter's silk-stockinged feet were covered in saliva from my licking; I gently bit her toes a few times,
then licked down her calves from her heels while thrusting my penis in and out.
"Waaah—ah—waaah—ah—waaah—"
As my penis scraped inside my daughter's honey pot, her cries gradually turned into low moans.
Every time my glans pressed against the soft flesh of her vagina's deepest core, her honey pot would clench with
a moan. This clenching felt like my daughter's gentle little hands squeezing my penis, making me feel so good that my
soul was about to float away.
Is this what it feels like to fuck my own daughter? This forbidden attraction of blood ties, this
pleasure of penetrating my own daughter's little hole, this even closer union beyond blood, made me feel like I was on cloud nine, as if
the whole world consisted only of me and my dearest daughter.
"Yueyue—" I pressed my daughter's pantyhose legs down to her shoulders, kissing her
sweet , saying, "Yueyue, Daddy wants you so much, Daddy's going to lock you up, won't let you go out,
Yueyue will stay at home, and Daddy will rape you every day—" My daughter was breathless from my kisses, her sobs subsided considerably, leaving only sweet moans with each thrust. "Yueyue, is that alright? Daddy will rape you every day from now on, okay?" My daughter struggled to avoid my licks and kisses, remaining silent. I took a breath , thrusting my lower body forcefully, my entire penis instantly penetrating her, pressing against her clitoris, pulling the layers of vaginal flesh further into her uterus. " Ah ... The semen in my seminal vesicles flowed out uncontrollably, reaching the tip of my glans. I quickly lifted my hips and tried to hold it in, but even so, a few drops of semen still leaked out while my glans was pressing against my daughter's cervix. "Phew—" I breathed a sigh of relief, finally not ejaculating all at once. "Yueyue, this is the most comfortable ever had. Daddy has decided that from now on, Daddy will fuck Yueyue every day. Yueyue, don't go to school anymore, Daddy will hide you and fuck you..." My daughter covered her face, her whole body trembling. I gently bit my daughter's tender breast, and after feeling the throbbing on my penis gradually subside, I began to move slowly again. The tingling sensation that had subsided quickly rose up, almost without warning, taking over my entire body. I held back and began to thrust desperately into my daughter's tender hole. "Mmm—mmm ahhhhh—ahhhh—mmm—ahhhhh—" My daughter's body rose and fell on the bed as I thrust into her, her face now flushed, her eyes filled with mist.

As the pain in her vagina subsided, my daughter had become aroused by my rape.
Seeing this, I thrust my hips faster and harder, my groin slamming against her white-stockinged buttocks, sending ripples of flesh through her
small frame. My thick, dark penis stretched her delicate opening almost to the point of tearing, each
thrust drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid, mixed with her virgin blood, splattering onto the sheets.
"Daddy..." she moaned softly.
"Yueyue, what's wrong?" I continued thrusting, my arms encircling her delicate body, lifting her straight up and holding
her in the air while I fucked her. Her two pantyhose-clad legs were wrapped around my waist,
tears still wet in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just nestled against my chest, silently enduring it all.
She was like an exquisitely beautiful loli masturbation device, tossed about in the air and then falling,
her tender opening sucking and gripping my penis. I once again soared to the clouds, my mind a blank, numb sensation.
I don't know how much time passed, or how many times I thrust into my daughter, but suddenly I felt her tender
vaginal muscles contract wildly, and the little girl in my arms trembled violently. Was she about to climax? I floated on a sea of pleasure,
following my most primal instincts, and thrust harder into the heart of my daughter's womb.
Finally, a surge of heat gushed from my glans. The glans, which had almost become numb and devoid of sensation
, felt like a branding iron against ice when scalded by this heat. I felt so good I almost melted.
My semen gushed out uncontrollably, deep inside my daughter's vagina, right against her
cervix , every last drop spraying out. At that moment, I truly understood what it meant to
forget oneself and the world. It was as if everything in the world had disappeared, all sounds, all sensations had turned into
a , leaving only my daughter, tightly joined to me. In this vast and empty world, through
the contact of our genitals, guided by our intimate bloodlines, our hearts were completely connected, becoming a perfect one.
I don't know how long I floated in the clouds before I opened my eyes. My daughter, her face flushed with shy tears, hugged my
neck and gently kissed my lips. Finally, she said softly, "Daddy, come and rape Yueyue every day
... Yueyue will belong to Daddy from now on..."
I smiled gently, patting her back lightly. Without pulling out my penis, I maintained
the airborne embrace and slowly walked to the desk and sat down.
"Didn't Yueyue ask me why I collect stones?"
Hearing this, my daughter's watery eyes widened adorably as she asked curiously, "Why?"
"Hehe, you'll find out later."
"Ugh, Daddy's bad!" My daughter pretended to be angry, turning her head away from me.
I just smiled at her. Seeing that I didn't speak, she secretly glanced at me with her big eyes,
then quickly looked away, letting out a snort.
I ruffled my daughter's hair, and my heart gradually calmed down. After raping my daughter, it felt like a
long-held secret had been released; I felt completely relieved. A thought flashed through my mind, and I gradually understood some
very obvious things.
"Yueyue, you killed your mother, didn't you?"
As soon as I finished speaking, my daughter's vagina suddenly tightened to its limit, causing my penis to twitch again, and some
remaining semen was squeezed out. My daughter turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with
a genuine fear completely different from when I "raped" her before—a fear as if the world had ended, as if the sky had collapsed.
My daughter's body began to tremble again. Her small hands gripped my arm, shaking. "Dad...Dad...
what are you saying..."
"Look," I said calmly, my expression relaxed, "the trembling of anger, the trembling of joy, and the
trembling of fear you're experiencing now are very different."
My daughter clung tightly to me, her lips pale, trembling as she called out, "Dad..."
"I don't blame you." I hugged my daughter's delicate body, pulling her into my arms. "Tell me the truth."
"Really, really you don't blame me?" My daughter looked up, asking earnestly.
"I don't blame you." I lowered my head and kissed my daughter's tender lips. "You are now my only
bloodline in this world..."
Having received my confirmation, my daughter seemed to calm down. She had only calmed down for a moment when she suddenly started trembling again.
This time, it was a trembling of anger.
"That woman—" Her voice was almost choked out, "She dared, she dared to bring
another man to your bedroom, Dad."
My daughter's eyes were red; just recalling that scene filled her with rage.
"That daughter thinks I don't understand anything? I understand everything! Not letting me bathe with Dad is one thing,
after all, she's still your wife, but how dare she, how dare she bring another man home! I watched
them walk into your bedroom—Dad, you don't understand that feeling, I just felt my blood boiling
, I was so angry I just wanted to kill—that woman! That woman!! How dare she stay by your side, Dad!!!
My mind went blank, I only remember rushing into the room and slapping that woman across the neck with a palm strike..."
The daughter's emotions were very unstable, and the clenched teeth and screams at the end made me feel like she might
turn into .
"Then I woke up, wearing a spotless dress, surrounded by the corpses
and chunks of —you know, Dad, I didn't feel relieved, I was still furious, but I knew you were coming back, I
didn't want to…" At this point, my daughter hugged me tightly. "I didn't want to be abandoned by you, I love you!!! From childhood
to adulthood, your image has been all I can think about, I love you madly!!! If that bitch had treated you
well , maybe she could have lived. But she didn't, I can't bear anyone betraying you,
not even a little bit!!! Even if they just went to your bedroom to talk about something else, it's unacceptable!!!"
"Dad…Dad…" my daughter's voice lowered, "Do you still want this monster daughter of yours?"
"Of course." I gently kissed my daughter's smooth forehead, "The world is vast and boundless, yet empty and
lonely , you and I are the only two monsters left in this world." The days
that
followed were as usual. The difference was that my daughter and I truly became close. She was like a virtuous
little wife, curling up in my arms every night like a little pillow. While I was still
asleep , I got up early to prepare breakfast, and then enjoyed a refreshing morning bite.
Being with my daughter, I found myself in a long-lost sense of tranquility and peace.
It's said that lonely people attract each other, and I think that's true. Like in a certain novel,
perhaps this is the unique blood-related sorrow between my daughter and me. Because of our unusual logic, no one
else can understand us. We are connected by blood, and can only huddle together for warmth and comfort.
This is why I was so drawn to her body after my daughter awakened her bloodline in a fit of rage.
These days, even time, which rushes by like a torrent for me, seems to slow down, like a gently
flowing stream, clear and carrying a tinkling melody, slowly moving forward. My daughter grows up day by day,
but her love has never diminished. She clings to me every day, unwilling to be apart, even from school.
"Daddy, you are my everything. I want to stay by Daddy's side forever, forever!"
she often says.
To this, I often respond with my thick, hard penis thrusting into her white-stockinged, tender vagina. We are like two sides of the same coin
, perfectly in sync. After my penis first entered my own daughter's vagina, we often
didn't even need to see each other to know what the other was thinking.
From the bed to the bathroom, from the living room to the balcony, from home to school, we made love whenever we had the chance
. When my penis parted my daughter's vaginal muscles and reached the deepest part of her flower, we could both
feel each other's overflowing happiness.
It was a summer day that wasn't too hot. Outside the French windows, a torrential downpour blocked out
everything outside. In the comfortably warm living room, I gently stroked my daughter's head, my other hand slipping
inside her plaid skirt, tracing her thighs encased in white stockings.
"My daughter's grown up," I chuckled softly, a touch of sadness in my voice, "She's a middle school student now, and her little hole in those white
stockings is even more alluring. I want to keep penetrating and kissing my little daughter's little hole."
My daughter paused, a hint of worry in her eyes. With the love my daughter had for me, she was very sensitive to even the slightest change in my emotions
, especially since we were already so in sync.
"Daddy, my vagina is for your penis to go in, you can put it in whenever you want
..." My daughter held my hand and guided it to her tender vulva between her beautiful legs. She pressed my palm
tightly against her vulva through her pantyhose and said firmly, "I will always be by Daddy's side,
every inch belongs to Daddy!"
Her voice was childish yet strong. I looked out the window at the misty rain and
whispered .
"Always..."
Leaning back on the sofa, I stared blankly at the rain outside the window, my palm unconsciously caressing
the soft flesh of my daughter's vulva through her pantyhose.
"Daddy..." My daughter nestled into my arms, her head bowed. "Yueyue is so scared... Yueyue
loves Daddy so much... If Daddy isn't here, Yueyue won't be able to live."
I turned to look at my daughter's adorable little face nestled in my arms. "You don't have to be like this..." "
That's not the point, Daddy..." My daughter wrapped her arms around my neck, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at me,
speaking very seriously, word by word, "Yueyue can't live without Daddy, just like a person can't live without water or
air . As long as Daddy is by my side, that's enough. Daddy can do whatever he wants with Yueyue, hit me, scold
me, as long as you have Yueyue by your side, Yueyue can live."
My daughter's delicate face faintly exuded a milky fragrance, but inside, it revealed a madness she tried so hard to hide. She
didn't want to show it in front of me, but it couldn't escape my eyes.
How could she hide such overflowing, potentially devastating love?
I smiled slightly and kissed my daughter on the cheek.
Just as I was about to leave, my daughter suddenly kissed my lips, pressing her entire body against mine, like a
little snake tightly coiling around me. "Daddy, come and fuck Yueyue, put your penis inside, and never let go, okay?
Daddy will keep fucking Yueyue's vagina..."
I took a deep breath, the alluring milky scent of my daughter's body filling my nostrils again. I hugged my daughter back,
lifted her plaid skirt, and cupped her white-stockinged buttocks in my hands, squeezing and kneading them hard, the tempting flesh spilling out between my fingers.
My blood flowed through that soft, delicate body; she was my own daughter, and now her eyes were only
for me, her father, as she pleaded for my love in a sweet, soft voice.
My heart pounded, the excitement of raping my daughter for the first time returned, and my penis
swelled up in my groin. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my rock-hard penis, the large, egg-shaped glans pressing against
my daughter's vulva, pressing the white stockings and the soft flesh inside her vagina inward.
"Mmm~" My daughter hugged me tightly, as if she wanted to meld herself into my body. "
Push Yueyue hard, Yueyue wants Daddy's big cock to push Yueyue hard!"
Desire swirled in my chest, growing stronger and stronger. I wrapped my arms around my daughter's slender waist and pressed down hard. Plop,
my huge, thick, black cock, pressing against my daughter's pantyhose and her hot pants, went straight into her vagina. Before
I could tear off her pantyhose, the white stockings covering my cock became slippery
and wet. My daughter's vaginal fluid soaked through the stockings and poured onto my cock, like my cock soaking in
a hot spring while covered by white stockings, and a very beautiful woman holding my cock and masturbating me. A tingling sensation ran from my glans to my lower back
, and I almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated.
"Yueyue, your pussy feels so good, so good. Daddy wants to keep thrusting into Yueyue's tender pussy."
Saying this, I sat on the sofa and hugged my daughter, like hugging a giant masturbator, and began thrusting
wildly into her pussy, my pantyhose pressing against it.
With each insertion, I felt the pantyhose tighten, the resistance on my glans increasing,
the white stockings wrapping around my penis tighter and tighter, rubbing my rock-hard penis like a burning hot stick. I
felt my entire penis burning hot; the tingling sensation from the extreme friction of the stockings occupied every inch of my penis, and I
was almost trembling with pleasure.
"Mmm—ahhh—mmm—ahhh—ahhh—"
My huge "stocking-clad penis" rammed wildly into my daughter's pussy. It was also my first time being penetrated by a penis
pressing against her stockings, and my daughter's eyes rolled back, almost fainting from my fucking.
I rolled over and pinned my daughter beneath me, spreading her beautiful legs in a split. I was like a
pile driver, relentlessly fucking my daughter's pussy.
I don't know how long we'd been fucking, but suddenly my daughter hugged my waist, pressed her little face against my chest, and her
little tightened, gripping my penis tightly.
"Daddy, I'm going to cum~"
Hearing this, I thrust my hips forward with all my might, my penis plunging deep into my daughter's vagina, pushing against her pantyhose.
Because it was so tight, the pantyhose covering my glans tore inch by inch, the entire glans rubbing against the tight pantyhose until it felt like
it was on fire. I felt this scalding, tingling sensation sweep over my entire body like a tsunami, rushing to my brain,
all other sensations vanished, leaving only an extremely pleasurable tingling.
Just then, a stream of warm fluid suddenly gushed out, drenching my penis, which had just broken through the barriers of the pantyhose and hot pants, pressing against the
soft flesh of her flower, throbbing with uncontrollable pleasure—ah, an angel breathed in my ear, and the semen,
completely uncontrollable, gushed out like a floodgate opening. We entered a state of complete absorption once more, becoming
one, floating to the clouds.
My vision was a blur of white, except for the clear image of my beloved daughter. Large spurts of semen continued
to spray into her vagina and uterus. In this blissful paradise, I felt nothing else.
Time ticked by, and I lost track of how long I'd been ejaculating before I gradually came to my senses. My daughter lay docile
against my chest, her tender body, though beginning to develop, still exuded a distinct milky fragrance.
"Hoo—"
We embraced, neither wanting to separate. My penis remained firmly pressed against her soft, throbbing flesh, and I sat
there for a whole day…
Finally
… "…and as the days went by, I grew from Daddy's little girl into Daddy's big girl…"
I pulled an envelope from my trench coat pocket.
I'd already read the letter; inside were several photos. I picked out the first one with my fingers.
"...I looked beautiful in my junior high uniform, didn't I? Dad and I had just made love when this photo was taken.
Dad , I've kept all these photos. You praised Yueyue for being so beautiful back then, and although I didn't say anything on the surface, I
was so happy I felt like I could fly. I still remember it..."
A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl in the photo seemed to be jumping in the air, her face full of excitement.
I smiled slightly and took out a second photo.
"...You took a photo of me when I was in high school too. It was drizzling that day, and after we took the photo, we went to eat barbecue skewers near
the school . I was so spicy that I was sticking my tongue out, and you were so cute rushing to buy water..."
The beautiful girl stood gracefully, looking at the camera with a slightly reserved expression, her eyes full of sweet love.
I pursed my lips and picked out a third photo.
"...This one had to be picked out. Hmm, although it was just an ordinary day,
Dad n't have many photos. I haven't found any more meaningful ones..."
I sat on the sofa behind me with my legs crossed, reading the newspaper. The woman in her loungewear seemed to be adjusting the camera,
her beautiful eyes focused intently on the lens. I don't know when she took this photo.
I unloaded the last photo.
"...Hehe, you probably thought I'd show you what I look like now, right? Wrong, wrong! I
still care a lot. Let Dad at least remember a pretty daughter..."
The photo showed a fiery red maple forest, maple leaves drifting like snowflakes in the air. A stunningly beautiful mature
woman stood gracefully beneath the trees, shyly winking at the camera.
I sighed, looking at the empty envelope.
That day you told me to wait five minutes, but more than twenty years have passed and you still haven't returned.
"...I've written so much already, and now my heart is filled with memories of Dad.
I don't remember many things lately, but I remember everything about Dad perfectly. Only when I think about
these things can I feel alive..."
"...Anyway, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I couldn't bear to stay by your side with my wrinkled face
. How could I be worthy? I was so ugly when I left, Dad must have hated me. After all, Dad was
so young, he hadn't changed at all. You could have found a prettier little sister and had a more obedient daughter with her
. That would have been happier than being with me..."
A butterfly fluttered into my view, as if drunk, and landed on the tombstone.
Its azure wings had two black circles, slightly opening and closing like a little girl peeking at me with her big, blinking eyes.
I bent down, picked up a smooth pebble from beside the tombstone, and carved "
twenty- .
I put the stone in my pocket, kissed the tombstone lightly, and turned to leave.
"...That's all, Dad. I love you. —Your daughter, Jiang Xinyue."
(End)

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