Daughter's Happiness - Chapter 4 Some Men Are Despicable

Despite her advanced age, Min'er was not in a hurry to prepare for the New Year.
In the past, I never had to worry about preparing for the New Year or going on vacation. This year, Min'er is the only woman in the house, so naturally she's in charge. In just two months, she's been taking care of my daily needs.
For example, whether or not to travel during the Chinese New Year.
Min'er always liked to bring up serious issues after making love. She thought that when two people were making love intimately and talking naked, they would be more honest with each other.
I was so tired I wanted to collapse and sleep, but she wouldn't let me. She would lean against my chest like a little bird, our bodies intertwined, keeping the warmth of our lovemaking alive, chattering on and on, and demanding that I stay fully alert. All my blood was rushing to that thing, and my mind was slowing down.
"Daddy, it's almost Chinese New Year, what do you want me to arrange?" This was clearly the tone of the lady of the house.
“I never thought that it was all arranged by your mother before.”
"Are you planning to stay at home, or go back to your hometown to visit your grandmother?"
“We had a funeral this year, so people who come to pay their respects are avoiding us. I didn’t go back to see your mother when she was sick. And you, I don’t know when it started, have been reluctant to come with us. Grandma actually loves you very much, and I want to go back with you to see her.”
"I'd rather die than go. Those stinking outhouses, you get bitten by mosquitoes when you squat down, and you can't even poop. Have you ever thought about traveling with me? We haven't traveled together in ages, how about taking me on a trip for Chinese New Year?"
I'm pondering this. The holidays always make me miss my family more. My wife has passed away, and I live a lonely life. Spending the New Year at home brings back painful memories; the atmosphere is already somber, and the loneliness only adds to the somber mood. If Min'er hadn't come back, I would have thought of going back to my hometown to see my elderly mother. But now that Min'er is back, things are different.
Which relatives will come to pay New Year's visits? I am the only male heir in three generations, and my family is small, all living on the mainland. My daughter and son-in-law are getting a divorce, so only my aunt Suqin and the children will come.
It might not be a bad idea. The father and daughter, Min'er, could leave Hong Kong, leave the crowded and annoying people, and go to a completely unfamiliar place where they could relax, have no worries, and do whatever they wanted like a couple.
But then I thought of Suqin.
When my wife was seriously ill, she intentionally brought me and her younger sister, Suqin, together, meaning she wanted someone to take her place in caring for me. In the past, many men wanted to take concubines, and some first wives would bring their younger sisters into the household to serve their husbands. Sisters sharing one husband wouldn't be jealous or quarrelsome; the good fortune wouldn't go to someone else's family.
My aunt is a divorced woman. Her story is pitiful. She was more beautiful than her older sister and was the youngest daughter in the family. My wife told me that she had men pursuing her since she was thirteen or fourteen, and eventually married a businessman, with whom she had children.
She had initially thought she would find a good home. Her husband's investments in the north failed, leaving him heavily in debt, yet she was still willing to give him all her own money. However, she later discovered that her husband had a woman in mainland China, which he "frankly" admitted to.
Wanting to know in what way she was inferior to that woman, she went to the mainland to investigate in person. As a result, she stumbled upon a man and three women, all naked, sleeping together in her husband's bed, having a disgusting "unprotected party". And those women, apart from having big breasts and big buttocks, were all of inferior appearance.
Some men are just so despicable; they have the best things but don't cherish them.
My wife was sick and had surgery, and my nanny visited her in the hospital every day. After she returned home to recuperate, she would come over every day when I left for work and still be there when I came home. After dinner, our Filipino maid, Maria, helped my wife back to her room to rest (since my wife's illness, we've been sleeping in separate rooms so Maria could easily take care of her at night). Before I could even put my cigarette to my lips, she would bring me a light and light it for me. The whole evening, the two of us would sit on the sofa in the living room watching TV.
Divorced women are often more alluring. Every time I saw her, she wore light makeup, except for her thin lips, which were painted a glossy, luscious red. After reapplying her lipstick, she took out a cigarette and asked if I could smoke. If I could smoke, why couldn't she? Why did she need my permission?
She had a habit of raising her arm, tucking her hair back, and applying perfume to the crook of her elbow, which made her breasts appear fuller. The nails on her fingers, holding the cigarette, were professionally manicured. When I stubbed out my cigarette, she followed suit, seemingly unaware, until our hands touched in the ashtray.
She usually sits in the seat closest to my bedroom, and whenever I look towards the bedroom, our eyes meet. The frequency of her smoking immediately increases, and I know that if I walk towards her at that moment, brush past her, and lightly touch her arm with my fingertips, she will immediately stub out her cigarette, get up, follow me into the room, undress, climb onto my bed, and spread her legs.
She waited like this every night, like a call girl standing on a street corner. My sister acquiesced, only needing my signal.
Have I never been moved? If I've never been moved, I'm not a man.
A resentful woman is most likely to win a man's affection and is also the easiest woman to get her way. Her vicissitudes of life have taught her to be humble and subservient to those who appreciate her.
Ultimately, there were many opportunities for us to be alone together in a room, but I never slept with her. The reason is inexplicable. This shows that my reputation as a "gentleman" is not undeserved.
Throughout my life, I have encountered many temptations of lust, but I remained unmoved until Min-er returned to my life.
When I mentioned that my aunt and cousins would be coming, Min'er reacted instantly with her keen womanly intuition.
"Daddy, I don't want her to come."
"Why don't you see her? She watched you grow up and has always doted on you since you were little."
"Daddy, is it that you really want to see her?"
"no."
"Anyway, I don't want her to come. How about we go on vacation instead?"
I thought about it.
"Please, Daddy, consider this our honeymoon, okay?"
Honeymoon! What's the deal with going on a honeymoon with my daughter? It's a bit hard to understand, yet I'm filled with anticipation. It must be a time of mutual love, sweetness, and warmth. However, her words also brought me back to reality.
“As long as you’re not officially divorced, you’re still someone’s wife in name only. Out of courtesy, you should go back to your husband’s elders to pay your respects for the New Year. Otherwise, people will say that I, as their father, am ill-mannered.”
"No. I hate the thought of them. I want to travel. If you promise to take me on a trip, I'll give you an extra lovemaking session right now."
She climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. Her love juices and my semen mixed together in her vagina, then slowly flowed out, forming a sticky mixture that glued her buttocks to my thighs.
"No, I'm afraid I don't have that skill."
I'm a little hesitant about winning two rounds in a row. My philosophy on sex is to go all out in one go; a second attempt leaves me exhausted. I don't recall ever having sex twice in one night. My wife wouldn't do it with me either. She's more tired than I am after just one round.
"Daddy, do you not want to do it, or are you afraid you can't? If you want to do it, let's see what I can do?"
I couldn't say no, so I had Min'er hold my now-soft thing in her two little hands, gently rub it, kiss it, and murmur like a spell: "You can do it, you can do it... if you love me."
I closed my eyes, concentrated, and, as if hypnotizing myself, said in my mind, "You can do it, for our daughter." My daughter is so young, at the age when her sex drive is at its peak. If one time isn't enough for her, and she wants another, I will give it to her.
When she placed my hands on her chest and asked me to press them against her firm breasts, I felt a surge of energy, a life force flowing from her strong breasts into my body.
She whispered in my ear, "My love, don't worry, look, it's already erect. You can make love again."
I didn't need to look, nor did I need her to tell me; I could already feel all the blood rushing to that spot in my body. I kissed Min'er's little mouth and pressed my little devil down. She grasped my "point," aligned it with her "orifice," and inserted it. Warm, wet, comfortable, and fitting perfectly.
I began to thrust in and out wildly, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Soon, I ejaculated again. It wasn't as powerful as the first time, but it lasted longer, giving Min'er several orgasms of varying degrees.
"Daddy, you're amazing! You came again, as powerful as a teenager. Do you want to take me there, with you..."
Then, in the softest of voices, as if to hide her secret, she said, "Honey moon."
If Min'er firmly believes in her theory, men who have made love will be more honest. If she presses me, I'll admit that I somewhat want to see her aunt, who's incredibly alluring to the core. So, I changed the subject to travel.
I had the chance to sleep with Suqin before, but I didn't seize it, and I don't regret it. My lust back then wasn't as strong as it is now. My wife was sick, so I didn't have the energy to think about anything else. But since my incestuous relationship with Min'er, I've become more open-minded, and I even have thoughts of sleeping with her, and even considering her as a potential second wife.
However, I already have Min'er, and we just made love. When I think of Suqin, I feel a little guilty. One is my daughter, and the other is my sister-in-law. It feels a little strange to put them together and treat them equally as sexual partners.
Now that my daughter and I are so physically intimate, it's as if I understand her thoughts. She's different from her mother; Suqin isn't her sister. She won't allow me and her aunt any chance.
She has a strong sense of persistence, holding onto what belongs to her more and more tightly.
Indeed, it's getting tighter and tighter; she's making love with me in her little pussy.

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