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The room was dimly lit only by a bedside lamp. It was very quiet, almost silent, so each tick of the alarm clock on the wall
seemed to echo throughout the bedroom, creating an unbearable atmosphere
.

I sat on the sofa, quietly watching the person on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips pursed,
all he could do was wait. Wait for what? God's punishment? Of course, if there is a God.

I began to study his face, as if I had never really seen it clearly before, even though that face
had roamed over my body countless times. But then I had never opened my eyes to look closely. He even had gray hair and
age spots. If he weren't in bed, he would always be so elegant and dignified, not at all like a
man in his fifties. No, in bed, he was even more energetic. I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and my laughter froze. Murong Wei stood in the doorway. He coldly glanced at the bed,
walked straight towards me, and said, "What do you want?" I screamed, clutching the collar of my nightgown warily. "

What's the point of wearing such loose clothes? The old man can't touch you now," Murong Wei yanked my hands away,
his eyes fixed on my heaving chest. "You little vixen!" He then used his knee to pry my legs apart. "Dad's already like this,
you beast!" I was pinned to the sofa, struggling to break free. "

I'm a beast, the old man is even more so, and you're a fucking whore." Murong Wei skillfully unbuckled his belt, pulled up my
nightgown, and dragged my underwear to the side. With a thrust, he entered me. "Ah, it hurts!" I couldn't help but
cry out. It was still dry inside, completely unaccustomed. Murong Wei held me down, thrusting rapidly and mercilessly.
The pain gradually subsided, and I began to secrete fluids. The fullness in my lower body made me groan uncontrollably. I gripped the corner of the sofa
tightly , enduring wave after wave of pleasure, my watery eyes alluringly seducing the man on top of me.

In the throes of passion, my hazy gaze drifted onto the bed. The old man stared wide-eyed in terror and anger, his pale, withered
hand reaching upwards as if trying to break free from the clutches of a demon, motionless. I shuddered, suddenly reaching
climax, my lower body contracting. Murong Wei stopped thrusting at the same time, ejaculating and quickly withdrawing from me. "Dad!"
I screamed. With my cry, the old man on the bed, Murong Ren's hand, fell limply to the floor.

The funeral

was a grand affair. Murong Ren was a respected figure, a Justice of the Peace, a man of high moral standing and a legendary life. The mourning hall
was crowded, with guests coming over to pat his family members in sympathy. Murong Wei, Murong Lan, and I, as
dutiful son and daughter, were naturally the center of attention. Murong Wei, dressed in black, was pale, as if he had not yet
recovered from the grief of losing his father.

Only I knew how good his acting was. Murong Wei stood beside me, his arm tightly around my shoulder. To outsiders, he appeared as
a strong older brother comforting his grieving younger sister, but the hand he held, hidden in the shadows of the draped curtain, subtly
kneaded my breast.

I stood there, completely dazed. Various voices drifted through the air: "Alas, life is unpredictable," "
Brother and sister, you must love and care for each other from now on," Murong Wei nodded solemnly repeatedly,
fulfilling the utmost.

Murong Ren's photograph in the mourning hall remained serene, but would he be driven to despair by this son in his coffin
? I couldn't help but want to laugh, but instead, I let out a sob, a heart-wrenching cry. Murong Wei
turned to look at me, and I saw his astonished expression. Poor thing, amidst the sighs of the guests, I conveniently fainted
.

Murong Ren was a legendary figure; his story was enough to move countless lovesick men and women. Simply put, his parents
forced him to marry a woman he didn't love. He built a separate residence to live with his true love, but the affair was eventually exposed. His true love,
unable to bear the pressure, committed suicide in his arms. From then on, he refused to share a bed with his wife and kept his true love's memorial tablet by his side.
The woman he didn't love was Murong Wei's mother, and my true love gave birth to me. But a story is just a story; the
truth is often vastly different from rumors.

Murong Ren was young and frivolous at the time, and my so-called true love, my mother, was a dancer. A dissolute playboy,
a seasoned womanizer. One craved pleasure, the other dreamed of a dramatic change in fortune
. She accidentally conceived me through my mother's schemes, using me as a bargaining chip to win the wealth and status she desired.

On my fifth birthday, I clearly remember my mother touching my face proudly and saying, "What a little beauty!
I just wonder if she has even a fraction of my cunning when it comes to dealing with men." At that time, my mother was enjoying a life of extravagance in a separate courtyard of the Murong family
, completely fulfilling her dreams. As for the story of her dying in my father's
arms, the true version is that on my fifth birthday, she got drunk and got into a fight with Murong Ren, accidentally
falling down the stairs and dying.

That day, Murong Ren took me back to our real home, and that was the first time I saw Murong Wei and his mother
. His mother was panicked, while eight-year-old Murong Wei looked on with disdain as the adults discussed how to
deal with the police, while muttering under his breath: "You little bitch! Why didn't I kill you too!" That look and
tone were strikingly similar to when Murong Ren and my mother were arguing.

As for the presence of the memorial tablet, it was because my mother's death was considered unnatural, and we secretly obtained a spirit tablet from a Taoist priest. Ironically
, if Murong Ren truly believed in Buddhism, he shouldn't have done something so reprehensible. The retribution fell
on Murong Wei's mother; she was the one who truly committed suicide. After her funeral, Murong Wei took his revenge on me. I have no memory of anything before

I was five years old; I've forgotten everything about my mother, except for the sigh she uttered on the day she died, stroking my face, half-drunk. Her icy hand brushed across my face, and she said softly, " What a little beauty." One thing I do remember is the moment Murong Ren pushed my mother away. Her ever-present wine glass fell from the second floor, making a clean, crisp clink on the marble floor. The wine spilled like suddenly blooming flowers, and then my mother tumbled down the stairs. Actually, her death was an accident; her head hit the small jade lion at the top of the stairs. Dealing with this was easy for Murong Ren. What's admirable is his ability to turn a scandalous affair involving a mistress into a fairytale of unwavering, undying love. My mother's death transformed her from a promiscuous woman into a pure, devoted saint of love, while the real victim was Murong Ren's wife, Murong Wei's mother.

Murong Wei's mother was a true lady of high society—forgiving, tolerant, devoted to her husband, and prioritizing the greater good. This
was my good fortune; no matter how much pain my mother caused her, she never inflicted it on me. Her
attitude towards me was indifferent, but at least she never humiliated me. After Murong Ren brought me home, he rarely looked
at me directly. To him, I was more or less a minor nuisance. He didn't want to face me. The only
person I had to be wary of was Murong Wei. He clearly hated me intensely and openly expressed his feelings. From the
moment I walked in the door, he disdainfully labeled me: "Little bitch!" However, fate has been relatively kind to me.
This nemesis has been boarding at a prestigious school abroad, only home for two days each month. I learned early on not to
provoke him, trying to stay in my room during those two days, not even for meals.

Another major problem was my physical changes. Starting at age eleven, my breasts began to swell
and gradually protrude, my nipples enlarging. I was terrified, wrapping them tightly with a white silk scarf. I
was considered early-developing among the girls in my grade, so I had absolutely no opportunity to interact with them. I even had to wear loose clothing to
hide my difference from others. Finally, one day at school, I felt a sticky feeling down there. I ran to the toilet and saw my underwear
was covered in blood. A wave of terror washed over me; I trembled with fear and started crying uncontrollably. I felt like
I was going to die. I cried so hard I was delirious, finally collapsing in the toilet.

When I woke up, I was already in my bed, and sitting beside me was Murong Ren. He looked at me with
a thoughtful expression. "Dad," I said, sitting up completely bewildered. "Um," Murong Ren responded, hesitating
before finally standing up, pacing around the room twice, taking a package and placing it on my bed before leaving. Inside the bag
was a book and a package of sanitary products. I read the book word for word.

I knew I was starting to change; my mother's prediction was absolutely right. Every part of my body was
developing in the direction of a woman—the parts that should be large became larger, and the parts that should be small became smaller. I stopped using a white silk scarf to bind my chest
and secretly went to the mall to buy a beautiful embroidered bra. At the same time, Murong Ren's attitude towards me also changed.
He suddenly changed from his previous indifference and began to care about me, like a real father.

However, I couldn't face him. Because without a mother, my father had subtly guided me through my
menstrual cycle, but the shyness of puberty made me resentful about it, and even his concern for me made me feel
disgusted and ashamed. Murong Wei, another

sibling

, also changed. He came home less and less often, and each time he returned, I almost didn't recognize
him. He grew taller and quieter, and occasionally, when he glanced at me, the corners of his mouth would slightly turn up,
just like the expression he had when he scolded me when I was eight years old. But I had learned not to care. I was satisfied with our relationship;
it was peaceful enough that I could leave the Murong family's gates. So when he glanced at me, I would even hum a little tune to myself as I
leisurely sipped my coffee.

This quiet life continued until Murong Wei's seventeenth birthday. Murong Ren arranged a
grand birthday party for him, an opening ceremony for his entry into the business and social circles. It was also my first formal
appearance at a social event. The male lead was introduced with great fanfare, and we supporting actors also had our turn to shine, like green leaves setting off the red flower.

The performance was surprisingly good. Murong Wei had completely inherited Murong Ren's charm, being dashing, generous, and poised,
captivating the hearts of every woman in the room. I wore a pink evening gown; at fourteen, I had already become a graceful young woman,
attracting the attention of the men around me, as if I was born to be a woman under such lively and dazzling lights. Murong Ren was extremely
pleased; the Murong family had stolen the limelight that night. When the music started again, he whispered a few words to Murong Wei.
Murong Wei frowned, then turned to look at me, and finally walked towards me. "

Come on," Murong Wei said, standing in front of me and extending his hand. Behind him, Murong Ren nodded to me. I
finally put my arm around his shoulder. For some reason, I was incredibly nervous, completely lacking my usual poise.
The cologne mixed with his distinctive body odor almost made it hard to breathe; my body trembled slightly, and my fingers
were icy cold. Throughout the dance, Murong Wei remained silent, not even glancing at me directly.

Finally, the party ended, the festivities faded, and I took a small sip of red wine, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
I began to understand why my mother was so obsessed with this kind of glitz and glamour. Isn't this the kind
of life women are born to live?

"You're a fucking bastard!" Murong Wei walked past me, drawing his conclusion about my splendid evening.
I shrugged. So what if I am? I like it. I downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp and rushed to the bathroom to take
a shower.

The water in the bathtub slowly soothed my excitement; the temperature was just right, gently washing over my skin
like a pair of tender hands roaming over my entire body. The effects of the red wine hadn't worn off yet, and a strange itch coursed through my skin. I
closed my eyes and kneaded my breasts with my hands.

A familiar scent of cologne wafted over, and I opened my eyes to find Murong Wei standing in front of the bathtub, staring intently
at me! Ah! I started to scream, and Murong Wei quickly covered my mouth, his expression strange. I frantically grabbed a towel
to cover myself.

Murong Wei casually pulled the towel over and stuffed it into my mouth, then grabbed my hands together. My legs twitched, splashing water
everywhere. "You little bitch, you're really horny." Murong Wei dragged me out of the bathtub, then pulled down another towel and
tied my hands up to the towel rack. I stood naked in front of him.

"No!" Tears streamed down my face. Murong Wei swiftly spread my legs, his hand reaching out. I struggled desperately
, but he still found the entrance accurately and pointlessly, his fingers probing inside. I couldn't scream, only
whimpering. The unfamiliar sensation and pain in my lower body made my whole body tense! I was about to be raped by my half-brother
! Murong Wei

pulled

my legs wide open, lowering his head and using his tongue instead of his hand. I felt his soft body probing inside me,
an unbearable itch spreading from my clitoris throughout my body. I shook my head frantically, completely losing the will to resist.

Slowly, he withdrew his tongue from my vagina and began to suckle my labia forcefully. My whole body heated up
, and my clitoris began to secrete nectar. "So beautiful. So sweet," he murmured admiringly. I felt increasingly ashamed and
helpless, but the pleasure irresistibly invaded my mind and body.

Then he straightened up, quickly pulled down his pants, and, with his erection, pressed down on me like a submachine gun.

"Stop!" Murong Wei stopped his advance. Our father, Murong Ren, stood at the bathroom door.
Murong Wei stood up nonchalantly, even smiled at me, picked up his pants from the floor, and left. I was completely
limp, still hanging naked from the towel rack. Murong Ren, expressionless, first pulled a bathrobe over me and
ripped the towel from my hands and mouth. I couldn't stand and collapsed into his arms.

Murong Ren carried me back to the bedroom. I cried incessantly, and he held my hand, sitting with me all night.

I didn't leave my room for three days, unable to face them. I felt incredibly ashamed that they would see me completely
naked . Three days later, I learned that they had both left the next day; Murong Wei had returned
to school, and Murong Ren had gone out of town on business. Two weeks later, Murong Ren returned home, as if nothing had happened that night
. Aside from my guilty conscience, he would occasionally blush when he looked at me.

The most shameful thing was that I wasn't truly disgusted by Murong Wei's advances. I would even
blush thinking about that night. Murong Wei already knew I was a slut; he had awakened my sexual instincts. I
would often roll around in bed, longing for his hands and tongue, and then I learned to masturbate.

I also fell in love with the taste of red wine. My mother's blood flowed through me, enticing me to let
the red wine slide from my tongue into my body again and again, burning like a flame in every inch of my being. I would caress myself,
red desire coursing through my body.

I started stealing Murong Ren's treasured red wine, hiding in the wine cellar and greedily inhaling its aroma. This became
my daily ritual.

This was South American red wine, with its unique flavor. When I grabbed a bottle of red wine, preparing to sneak out
, Murong Ren stood at the door, his voice low and deep. The dim light in the wine cellar made it impossible for me to see his face clearly. Oh
no, I'd been caught red-handed! My heart sank.

Murong Ren casually closed the door, took the wine from my hand, and even seemed to appreciate it. There was a
small bar in the wine cellar. He took two glasses, opened the bottle, and slowly poured two glasses. He
tapped , gesturing for me, who was completely stunned, to take a glass.

I walked over with my head down, the aroma of the wine irresistible. I tasted its rich flavor with the tip of my tongue,
then gave Murong Ren a slight smile. Murong Ren elegantly raised his glass, stroked my hair, and said, "You're
even more .

" This was the first time Murong Ren had mentioned my mother to me. Soon, the bottle of wine was finished. My face was burning, so
hot. I unbuttoned a button on my nightgown. I wanted more. I leaned against the bar, looking at Murong Ren. In the dim orange
light, his face was like a peach blossom, his eyes alluring. Murong Ren stared at me, motionless. "You're so beautiful."

He suddenly grabbed me, pulling me into a tight embrace. Without warning, he lowered his head and fiercely sealed my lips with his,
giving me no chance to resist. His unique scent, mingled with the aroma of wine, invaded my entire mouth. His tongue plunged deep
into my mouth, sucking up my sweet saliva, savoring its fiery passion. His wild tongue invaded every corner,
almost suffocating me.

He then ravaged my rose-like lips with an almost punishing intent. Under his strong arms and skillful, teasing
tongue, my whole body became weak and powerless, unable to control myself. In

my drunken

frenzy, Murong Ren's hands roamed over my back, lifting my nightgown.
My mind was even more confused by the alcohol, and the decadent aroma of red wine in the air intensified the scent of desire. I was completely unable
to resist.

Then I was laid down on the bar. A fourteen-year-old girl, a nightgown half-slipped off her shoulders, a wine glass tilted at an angle—in
the dim light, she was an exceptionally alluring temptation.

Murong Ren gently removed my bra, revealing my perfectly white breasts. Two
small pink buds adorned my tender peaks, bobbing up and down with each movement. His hand teased one of my small nipples with a wicked glint, feeling
it harden and become sensitive in his palm. Then he covered my breasts, kneading them forcefully. The newly
developed breasts of a young girl were firm yet soft, possessing a unique texture. My pajamas and bra fell to my ankles
, leaving me only in small cotton panties. Murong Ren skillfully massaged my breasts, lowering his head to lightly kiss my
collarbone. With each lick of his tongue, I felt weak and almost melting.

Suddenly, he took one of my trembling pink nipples into his mouth, causing me to gasp sharply
.

"No..."

I felt I couldn't bear the slow, tormenting licking of his hot tongue on my breasts, even
the light nibbling with his teeth. Finally, I couldn't help but close my eyes, letting the raging desire wash over my entire body. He
deeply sucked on my alluring nipples, listening with satisfaction to the pleasurable moans escaping my lips.

Seeing my shy demeanor, he even smiled with satisfaction. Then he lowered his head, gently
biting , pulling them down over my thighs until they fell smoothly from my smooth legs. Murong Ren began to
tremble with excitement. He buried his head in my lower body, frantically licking and kissing my labia and clitoris, his tongue stirring up
the ecstatic desire within me. My moans escaped through my clenched teeth, and my lower body began to secrete nectar, which he sucked forcefully, as if drinking
sweet dew. Before a seasoned lover like Murong Ren, I was so naive that I allowed him to do as he pleased.
The innocent and naive sensuality emanating from my entire body caused his desire to surge wildly within him.

With my eyes closed, I felt his caresses and kisses, especially when his fingers pinched and manipulated my nipples,
making it even harder for me to breathe. The next second, his lips and tongue were on my already hardened nipple.

"Does it feel good?"

He sucked greedily like a child, and I felt waves of heat rising from my lower abdomen
. I helplessly let him ravage me. At the same time, I felt his hot, hard penis swell with my moans
and gasps.

Suddenly, with a deep growl, Murong Ren released me, quickly loosened his belt, unzipped his
pants, revealing his hard, erect weapon pointing at me. This is my father, Dad, I felt scared and
couldn't help but call him. Murong Ren paused for a moment, still leaning down to attack my genitals with his tongue. One hand
rapidly caressed my body, while the other hand grasped his penis and rubbed it back and forth. I couldn't think anymore.
That was enough to give me, with almost no experience, the maximum stimulation. I quickly reached orgasm, my body contracting, nectar flowing uncontrollably. Ah, with a cry of pleasure at the peak, Murong Ren ejaculated his cloudy fluid
into my lower abdomen . I slid limply off the bar, and Murong Ren held me, murmuring my name, "Lan'er, my Lan'er." Later, I tried hard to recall all the details of that day. I couldn't tell if Murong Ren had already decided what would happen when he stood at the door of the wine storage room. Everything seemed to be under his control, guiding me step by step. The last vestiges of his reason prevented him from actually having sex with me, but it was enough to completely change our father-daughter relationship. Murong Ren once again showed his calm, cunning nature. After that day, he treated me no differently , still like an ordinary father treating his daughter, his care so natural. So I admire myself. I inherited my mother's beauty and also my father's commanding presence. Our performance made me feel like it was just a dream. But this dream soon returned. A week later, in 　　　the afternoon, as I walked out of the school gate, I saw Murong Ren. He was leaning against his black Lincoln, his casual gray sweater giving him a very different air from his usual solemn and composed demeanor. He was indeed in very good shape, tall and strong, the afterglow of the setting sun shimmering golden on his hairline, making him look young and mature, not at all like a man in his forties . "Dad," I stopped, clutching my schoolbag. "Wow, your dad is so handsome!" a group of girls around me exclaimed. "Lan'er, I was just passing by and thought I'd pick you up from school," Murong Ren said, his mature charm irresistible. Pick me up? This was a first for me . I got into the car through the door he opened, and Murong Ren slammed the door shut, turned around, and got into the driver's seat. The car slowly began to move. The air inside the car seemed to have been suddenly shut off, restless and turbulent. My heart started racing, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the small space. In my panic, I still realized the car wasn't heading home. I turned to look at Murong Ren . "I'll take you somewhere," I said, my expression unchanged. The car finally stopped in front of an empty villa. A very strange feeling washed over me. "Do you remember this place you used to live in?" I asked. "After my mother died, no one lived in this villa anymore. Although a cleaner came regularly and kept it spotless, the whole house still smelled musty and old." The little jade lion stood there quietly, its blood long since wiped clean. " Your mother loved red wine, so this is where you'll find the finest vintages." Murong Ren led me up the stairs to the wine cabinet deep in the bedroom. Standing by the bed, I suddenly seemed to recall a memory, seeing my mother leaning gracefully against the wine cabinet, the red wine in her glass mingling with her laughter—so beautiful. " This vintage is lighter, with a fresh feel; it suits you." Murong Ren poured a glass of wine, walked over, took a small sip, then grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. The taste of the wine swirled in my mouth, and I felt myself getting drunk again. Murong Ren casually placed the wine on the bedside table, holding me tightly. "Lan'er, my little vixen, I've missed you so much." My school uniform was undone, and I was immediately naked. Murong Ren quickly took off his clothes as well . This was the first time I had seen a man's naked body, and this man was my father. His muscles were still very firm, without any excess fat, and his skin was thick and smooth. I couldn't help but reach out and touch his muscles, which were so different from mine. "Lan'er, are you going to seduce me again?" Murong Ren pushed me down onto the bed. Murong Ren kissed me frantically all over, not missing an inch, then knelt up, took the wine bottle from the bedside table, and held it high, letting the red wine drip down my lips, neck, chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. Red wine splashed onto my body, seeping into my skin, a sensation both painful and pleasurable. He lowered his head again, licking away every drop of wine from my skin. Every cell in my body was ignited, writhing, demanding more. He grabbed my hand, guiding it to grasp his burning member. I mimicked his movements, thrusting up and down. Murong Ren, breathing heavily, spread my legs and began sucking on my clitoris, while his fingers probed inside me, teasing and manipulating. Finally, Murong Ren ejaculated on my hand, leaving it slippery. And I, too, reached orgasm under his skillful touch. Holding my hand, covered in the semen that had once nurtured me, covered in my own genitals, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[The End]

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