Dad, let's have breakfast... (2)

The next day at breakfast, we both seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened the night before.
No one said much, but both Su and I felt we had overstepped our bounds. Although I
didn't say anything to Su, I still felt ashamed.

That evening, I heard her crying in the bathroom again. From her sobs, I knew she
was trying to control herself. I knew she didn't want me to hear, and she didn't want what happened last night
to repeat itself. So, I could only pace anxiously in my own bedroom.

I dared not go to the bathroom again; I could only let her bear her pain alone.

But we are father and daughter; my daughter's pain also aches in my heart as her father.

In the morning, Su sat silently across from me at the dining table. I noticed the redness in her eyes and quickly
asked with concern, "Did you go to bed very late last night?"

"Not too late, Dad," Su said, her head down. "I'm trying to lessen my pain, but
I'm still not skilled enough. I think I can do it after a few more tries."

"Yes, practice a few more times."

As a man, my pectoral muscles are quite well-developed. I pressed my hands tightly against my chest,
imagining the pain my daughter was enduring. It seems I can't escape her large breasts. However, my ethical principles
tightly bind my heart, forcing me to consider my daughter's reaction. I don't want her to see me as a bad
man , much less as an evil father.

Even so, some things are easier said than done!
Although I desperately tried to forget those two snow-white mounds of flesh on her chest, they just wouldn't leave my mind.
Whenever I was alone, I would think of them, and the urge to express milk for my daughter would surge within me again.
God, I couldn't pull myself away…

What will happen next?

I don't know.

And I dare not think about it.

Night fell, and like the previous two nights, my daughter hid in the bathroom, crying in anguish.

Although her sobs were faint, those barely audible cries were
like sharp knives, each sob a stab to my heart. I couldn't bear the pain, and finally,
I got out of bed again…

However, when I reached the bathroom door, I hesitated, wavering. For a moment, I was
torn, unable to make a firm decision.

I gritted my teeth several times, my feet repeatedly reaching the door, only to retreat again and again
.

I couldn't go in; my daughter was inside!

My reason warned me.

My daughter was in pain; if I didn't help her, who would?

The pangs of familial love fiercely condemned my conscience.

Finally, I reached out…

“Pop, pop, pop,”

I gently knocked on the door and asked.

“Su, please forgive me, I know I shouldn’t ask, but… hearing your crying, I couldn’t bear not to
ask,” I said, not daring to look at her, my head bowed. “Su, please let me… help you… okay…?”

After saying that, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders and stood there quietly, awaiting my daughter’s judgment.

“Daddy, I don’t mind, come on, Daddy, please help me, I can’t do it, I can’t do it myself.
Waaah , I really can’t do it, the milk is stuck inside, it’s so uncomfortable.”

My daughter said anxiously, “Come on, Daddy, there’s no one else here anyway, who would know
what happened to us?”

My daughter hurriedly opened the door.

The door opened, and Su Man looked at me hopefully. Unexpectedly, today she had even
taken off , her two large, round breasts standing erect in front of me, completely naked.

"Boom..."

My heart immediately pounded like thunder.

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