All biological daughters were taken away

The First Chapter of "The Serpent and the Jade

": Susan 　　The year I graduated from high school, my girlfriend Barbara, whom I had been dating for several months, told me she was pregnant. A week after finding out, I married her. 　　Strictly speaking, we weren't in love; we were just together. The reason I dated her was because she was the sexiest girl on the school cheerleading team, especially her enormous 34F breasts, which were famous throughout several nearby schools. 　　Marriage was a decision I had to make, but not without reason. However, when we found out she was carrying a girl, I was quite disappointed. I'm a man with very traditional values; a son is far more important than a daughter. 　　With a heavy heart, I tried to maintain the marriage, even giving up a readily available university education to find a job to support my family. Even now, I still wonder what would have happened if I had continued my studies. 　　The year I got married, I was only eighteen, a tall, handsome high school graduate with no opportunities in the job market. 　　After a series of job rejections and ridicule, I made a painful decision and started my own business: "Getting Things Done Limited". 　　Need help setting up a VCR? Digital TV? Smartphone? Computer? 　　Look no further than me. 　　Need help assembling your kids' bikes? Or furniture and chairs? 　　Give me a call. 　　At first, I was the only one working hard, but over time, with some investment, the company grew. Now, I have thirty-two employees, men and women, all university graduates. Most of these young people are part-time workers, bright, and cheap, keeping costs low. I offer them flexible working hours, the legal minimum wage, free lunch and dinner, and a hefty year-end bonus… if they stay until the end of the year. 　　With the company on track, my workload decreased significantly. At least, I no longer had to personally go out on business trips. I only went to the company a few times a week to check and confirm that everything was running smoothly. Then I stayed home, reviewing the current profits and losses of stocks, bonds, and other investment projects. 　　For a middle-aged man who had just turned twenty-eight, my life was leisurely, my career was successful, and more importantly… I had plenty of money in my pocket. 　　Unfortunately, not everything was so wonderful… my wife, with her large breasts, wasn't able to share all of this with me. 　　After giving birth to my eldest daughter, Susan, Barbara gave birth to two more lovely daughters. However, six years ago, before my career was considered stable but not yet booming, one afternoon when I came home early, I found this bitch lying naked on the bed, shaking her huge breasts, having an affair with a plumber. 　　In a fit of rage, I smashed the adulterer's nose, and amidst his pleas, kicked the useless man out the door. Then, after a simple legal process, I divorced that adulterous, big-breasted bitch. 　　Having relinquished custody, she vanished from my and my three daughters' lives. The last time I heard of her was that she had moved to a nearby city, become addicted to drugs, and stood on the street every night, shaking her enormous breasts, selling her voluptuous and sexy body for a degrading, decadent life. 　　I don't know if this news was true or false, but it certainly gave me a sense of satisfaction. 　　Because of my divorce, I raised my three lovely daughters alone from the age of twenty-two. Looking back on my life, I've never wanted to be the kind of man who gives up easily, so although it was certainly difficult, I still managed to raise Susan, Jenny, and Michelle. 　　While striving to advance my career, I personally changed diapers and bottle-fed my daughters, helped my three little darlings with potty training, and clumsily sang to them to sleep. 　　During the week, the nanny I hired helped a lot, but after 6 PM and throughout the weekend, the responsibility fell entirely on me. 　　As I knew from the beginning, being a substitute parent was truly difficult, but once I started, I wouldn't give up, and I was genuinely willing to sacrifice for my daughters. 　　Only one thing made me very uncomfortable. Being completely drained by caring for my three daughters left me with no time, energy, or interest in dating other women. 　　As a man in my prime, I naturally felt quite hungry and unsatisfied with this lonely life, so occasionally I would sneak off to some pubs in the city, spend some money on drinks, and meet some wild, teenage girls. 　　Of course, my three precious daughters knew nothing about these things; they were such lovely, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little angels, and I didn't want these things to taint their hearts. 　　My eldest daughter, Susan, is independent and self-reliant; her intelligence shines through in her outstanding academic performance. My second daughter, Jenny, is naturally quiet, enjoys housework, and her cooking skills rival those of adults, but she easily becomes shy when praised. As for our youngest, Michelle, she's an adorable little girl who loves to cling to her father all day. 　　I often treated them like little girls who would never grow up, assuming that this father-daughter relationship would continue indefinitely. Our lives only changed when Susan turned twelve and had her first period. 　　Hearing my eldest daughter half-whiningly ask for money to buy a new bra, I was forced to realize with surprise that she had become a teenager, no longer a little girl. Soon, she would need her own space, her own phone, and might even start dating. After some consideration 　　, I decided to do what other parents do: give my daughter birth control pills, so that one day I wouldn't have to angrily raise a grandchild who suddenly appeared. 　　But unexpected changes happened one after another, until that night, my entire life was drastically altered. 　　That night, a storm came, thunder roared, and the wind howled as if trying to rip the roofs off the houses. I couldn't sleep, and I kept thinking about the few newly hired female college graduates at the company, their revealing and provocative clothes, their seductive swaying as they walked. My heart was burning, so I flipped through the latest issue of Playboy, my hand in my crotch, masturbating. 　　Suddenly, there was a small knock at the door, followed by a sob that sounded almost like crying. That's when I woke up, remembering that although Susan seemed very brave, she had always been terrified of thunder. 　　"Dad, I can't sleep... I'm so scared, can I hold you while I sleep?" 　　The voice was delicate and innocent, but I was in a very awkward state of erection, my heart burning with desire. 　　Perhaps I should have loudly said "No" and shooed my daughter back to her room... 　　"Okay, my darling daughter, come in." 　　The door opened, and the little angel, startled by the thunder, rushed in. Oh my god, she looked so adorable in that light blue nightgown. 　　But... what was even more captivating was her snow-white body clearly exposed beneath the thin fabric. Although her curves were still quite immature, her breasts had completely inherited her mother's genes, with a full, rounded shape at such a young age, and she was already wearing a bra; and the pure cotton panties covering her cute little bottom further fueled my boiling blood.

As I held her in my arms, besides feeling the pleasure of her full breasts rubbing against my chest, I also smelled a fragrance emanating from her, a scent unique to a twelve-year-old girl, like a slightly unripe yet gradually ripening fruit, tempting one to pluck it.

My daughter and I embraced tightly, me holding her close, gently comforting her unease; however, my penis, like a venomous snake, instinctively sought out my daughter's soft buttocks, repeatedly trying to bury itself deep within.

"Dad, there's something..."

"Baby, sleep." Startled by my

daughter's panic, I tried to fall asleep quickly, but amidst the noise of the storm, the burning desire in my heart, and the tempting sweet fragrance of my daughter, I couldn't. Instead, my erect penis grew harder and hotter.

I struggled for half an hour, the wind and rain outside still raging, just like my chaotic emotions.

Driven by wicked thoughts, I suddenly reached out and cupped my daughter's full, snow-white breasts, which were larger than those of girls her age. I gently caressed and rubbed them, letting my hands feel their smoothness.

The strange sensation of playing with my own daughter's breasts excited me to a height I hadn't felt in years. I unconsciously shifted my body, pressing Susan's round, white buttocks close to my hard, bulging crotch, and began to slowly rub them.

I had thought my daughter was fast asleep, but unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, I heard her weak, mournful cry, like a fledgling.

"Dad, Dad, what are you doing? Don't touch me, you, your hand... how could you do this? I'm your daughter..."

Susan's panicked cries did not stop my burning lust. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my arm.

This little girl, she actually dared to bite me?

In a mixture of shock and anger, I instinctively began to defend myself, gripping the crying Susan even tighter, while a multitude of thoughts rushed through my mind.

After the divorce, I sacrificed the best years of my life to raise these little girls, but what did I get in return? They grew up and started to rebel against me, to reject me, to bite me back like this, to be as ungrateful as their whore mother?

No way! I'm their father, after all. Who gave them the right to rebel against me?

"Shut your dog mouth! You're just like your whore mother, ungrateful! When did you get the audacity to talk to me like that? Let me tell you, I've put up with your dog mouth long enough!"

I roared angrily, issuing my final punishment order to Susan, "Take off that damned outfit, get down on all fours, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

My harsh shout startled Susan. This was normal, because I had never scolded her like this before. Even for the worst, I'd only give her a light slap on the hand or a couple of spanks… of course, she was always fully clothed.

Actually, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight, that I've become so ferocious, but one thing is certain: I can't stop now.

While she was still staring blankly, I lunged forward, grabbed the collar of her robe, and ripped it open, revealing a simple little bra. The light blue bra couldn't contain her full breasts; judging by their size, they were probably a 30C.

I knew my daughter had started developing quite early, but… a twelve-year-old girl with a C-cup? I don't know if this was inherited from her mother, or if kids these days are just too well-developed.

The father's sudden change in demeanor terrified Susan, who cried out repeatedly, "No! No!" But I was consumed by lust and ignored her cries. Just like years ago with that big-breasted slut, I reached out and roughly grabbed her breasts.

"Ouch…" Hearing my daughter cry out in pain, I inwardly felt a sense of awe. Even through her bra, her skin was so bouncy; this girl had definitely inherited her mother's good looks.

At that moment, Susan seemed to snap out of her daze, remembering to resist, and her hands began to lash out at me. I quickly grabbed her hands, then pulled them away, grabbed her light blue bra, and ripped it open with a "whoosh," using it to bind her hands.

"Waaah… Daddy, no! I'm your own daughter! No… Waaah…"

Driven by urgency, I couldn't hear anything else. Without a word, I pulled Susan down to my knees, pulling her pajama bottoms and white panties down to her calves, revealing her snow-white, smooth, round buttocks.

I carefully admired every inch of my daughter's skin. Her round, full breasts looked very firm; the pink buds on the peaks were fresh and alluring; the triangle between her legs was covered with sparse golden pubic hair, clearly showing her cute, tender vulva.

Susan struggled and rolled desperately, trying to break free from my knees, crying out pitifully and begging me to stop. These unnecessary movements only fueled my anger, and I decided to teach this unruly girl a lesson in family ethics and respect, to make her understand who was the head of the household.

"Shut your mouth. I'm telling you, I'm going to spank you fourteen times. You better count carefully. If you miss even one... well, we'll start all over again."

Under this violent coercion, the frail Susan had no choice. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and slapped her snow-white buttocks with the other.

"One (slap), two (slap), three (bang)... Ah! God... Oh, I hate you! I hate you! Why did you hit me? Waaah... Four (slap slap), waaaah..."

"Smack!"

With the crisp sound of my hand slapping her buttocks, Susan's whole body began to tremble.

"Five... It hurts!"

Susan cried out loudly.

"It's supposed to hurt. This is your punishment for disobeying your father!"

I roared, slapping her soft, tender bottom hard with my palm.

"Smack!"

"Ah... six..."

The soft skin of her snowy bottom quickly turned red. Being able to slap such elastic, tender flesh gave me an indescribable pleasure.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Ah... it hurts... have mercy on me!"

Under my merciless slaps, Susan cried her eyes out, a complete sob, not knowing how hard it had been to get to the end.

"Waaah... thirteen (smack)... fourteen."

After a round of slaps, my daughter's soft, snowy bottom was now stained with a beautiful rose-red; intricate handprints appeared on her firm, fleshy buttocks.

Susan, seemingly exhausted, kept panting and dry heaving. Seeing her pitiful state, my anger gradually subsided, but at that moment, I made a life-changing decision: to rape my eldest daughter.

Without warning, I threw my crying daughter onto the bed, then quickly grabbed her ankles, not giving her a chance to struggle, spread her legs wide, held her firmly, and kissed her like a lustful devil.

"You little bitch, I bet you're not a virgin anymore. You young girls are all the same, slutty and cheap. You haven't even graduated from school and you're already messing around with male students. Bah! Let me tell you, if other men can fuck you, I can too. At least, I'm the father who gave birth to your little cunt, so you deserve to be fucked by me!"

I stood between Susan's legs, grinning maliciously. "Baby, Daddy's going to fuck your little cunt. Tonight, Daddy's going to fuck every part of your body."

"No, Daddy, you can't do this. I... I'm still a virgin. Please, go away, go away!"

Faced with imminent doom, an indescribable fear flashed in Susan's eyes. She cried out hoarsely, kicking her slender legs, but I held them tightly, adjusted the position of my penis, and began to force my way in.

At first, I lifted her calves, trying to spread her legs as wide as possible to expose my daughter's innocent vulva. Then, I slowly touched those two tender, beautiful lips with my penis. During this process, I had to use my hands to restrain Susan's hands, because she was like a wildcat, constantly trying to scratch my face with her nails.

Of course, with such a large difference in body size between the two, these little struggles were completely useless.

"Hey, baby daughter, want to prove to Daddy that you're really a virgin? Are you ready? I promise it will hurt."

As my glans touched the supple hymen, I grinned at my daughter, and then thrust in hard and heavy, taking her virginity amidst Susan's miserable screams.

God, my daughter's vagina is so tight, and it's fucking hot and burning!

While raping my own daughter, I lowered my head and sucked and played with her full C-cup breasts, laughing happily.

"Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it? From now on, you're mine. You're my daughter, my little slutty whore, my fucking toy. Accept it. Every daughter is born to be fucked by her father."

In the ecstasy of my orgasm, I shuddered and ejaculated my thick semen deep into my daughter's tender little hole without reservation.

After I pulled out my penis, exhausted but excited, Susan curled up her naked body, crying incessantly until she fainted from exhaustion.

Although she had just lost her virginity, the girl's body lying there still looked so pure and flawless, especially the bright red stain flowing down her snow-white thighs, which strongly stimulated the beast in my heart. As a result, not long after, I woke my daughter up and raped her again.

Afterwards, I threatened my daughter, telling her that no one would believe her lies, that she should give up on asking outsiders for help, and forced her to start taking birth control pills. When I took her to get the pills, I explained to the doctor that my daughter had a boyfriend and I was getting the birth control pills just in case.

When I spoke to the doctor like that, Susan always kept her head down and remained silent for a long time. There were no witnesses to my affair with her, and I had always warned her that if something happened to me, she would lose everything and end up on the streets. Even if she was adopted by a family, she would be forced to separate from her two younger sisters, and her classmates at her new school would soon find out that she was a little slut who had been fucked by her own father.

Susan was an outgoing and spoiled daughter, so from that time on, she constantly looked for opportunities to run away, but whenever she returned home, she became taciturn, only shouting loudly at one particular time.

"No! You beast…don't!"

On the same day I got the birth control pills, I dragged my eldest daughter into the room again, enjoying her youthful body once more. This time, I made her lie face down on the edge of the bed, raising her tender little buttocks high, and fucked her newly deflowered vagina from behind in a doggy-style position.

Chapter Two.

Over the next twelve months, I raped Susan several times a week on average, sometimes more. But to avoid detection by her two younger sisters, Jenny and Michelle, I usually bathed with Susan and had sex in the bathroom. During this time, she learned how to give her father's large penis oral sex.

But no man is immune to greed. After Susan, I became curious about the development of my other two daughters, wondering if these seemingly innocent and adorable girls also had the same unexpected surprises for me as their older sister.

Originally, after they turned seven, I avoided bathing with them, but taking advantage of their protests about why their older sister could bathe with me, I brought them back into the bathroom and stripped the two little girls naked.

It was then that I realized I had indeed failed in my duty. Eleven-year-old Jenny's breasts had begun to develop, becoming a small B-cup; as for Michelle, although her chest was flat, it gave one anticipation for her future growth.

Besides bathing, I also sought opportunities to enjoy myself elsewhere, especially when watching TV with my daughters. I would always find a chance to lift their skirts and let their little bottoms sit on my penis.

But my favorite was still my eldest daughter, who could wag her hips and actually swallow my penis with her vagina.

To show that I was a generous and good father, Susan received more benefits than her younger sister. In addition to the special nutritious milk that was often sprayed on her face, her snow-white breasts, and even her belly, Jenny and Michelle often asked me when they could have their own telephone and radio like their older sister, and not be subject to a set bedtime.

I treated this eldest daughter like an adult, like Susan was the mistress of the house, and I would buy her everything she wanted.

Gradually, Susan developed a habit of demanding expensive luxury items before or after I raped her, which she would then discard after only a few uses.

As a father, I was quite dissatisfied with Susan's extravagant and wasteful habits. What if one day she became independent and needed to maintain such a lavish lifestyle but didn't have enough income? Would she have to borrow money like those decadent young people? I wouldn't allow that.

However, every time I saw her wiggling her snow-white buttocks and her increasingly full and firm breasts, being fucked by me like a wanton prostitute, I happily tolerated her little bit of willfulness.

Not long after, three weeks after my second daughter Jenny's twelfth birthday, she also got her first period. I quickly prepared birth control pills for her.

Coincidentally, that weekend Susan asked to stay overnight at a friend's house. I wouldn't have easily agreed, but considering this was a good opportunity to start disciplining Jenny, I made an exception and nodded.

Unlike her older sister, Jenny was a well-behaved, sensible, and easily shy little thing. She had always been very obedient and listened to her father. I had to be patient with her; I couldn't be too hasty and hurt her delicate heart. On Friday night, Susan had already left. Before bed, I gave her milk and sleeping pills. After Michelle fell asleep, I simply took off my clothes and went into Jenny's room to help her remove her robe.

Having learned from Susan's experience, I wasn't in a hurry this time. I simply held her delicate ankles, pulled her underwear down to her knees, spread her legs wide, and lifted her buttocks, carefully admiring her vulva.

I parted the sparse pubic hair to confirm the shape of my daughter's vulva. I saw that tender pink flower garden, slightly swollen, but the virgin's gate was tightly closed, leaving me no gap.

I gently rubbed her vulva, and soon the girl's body reacted, leaving my palm covered in her love juice. I put my hand in my mouth, tasting Jenny's virgin love juice, then parted her labia with my fingers, admiring them closely.

The vaginal walls seemed very tight, only slightly parted, and I couldn't resist sticking my tongue inside to lick.

"Hmm? Dad, what are you... doing? Ah!"

This action woke Jenny, startled from her sweet dream. After looking down on my actions, her eyes widened instantly, and she cried out in alarm and innocence,

"Dad! You can't do this..."

Before she could finish speaking, I covered her mouth and forcefully stuffed her panties inside, leaving her only able to let out muffled moans. And I, in the midst of my excitement, greedily licked the ever-blooming flower between her legs.

"Ugh...ugh...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Even with the panties stuffed in her mouth, Jenny couldn't resist the strange sensations coming from her lower body, frequently letting out screams.

I stretched out my tongue, licking the moist flesh, and with my skillful technique, Jenny's nectar flowed incessantly, some even dripping down her buttocks onto the ground. I was incredibly excited, so I sucked hard, and with a "hiss," almost all the nectar was sucked into my mouth.

"Ugh...ah...ah!"

Jenny screamed long, her vagina contracting incessantly. I got up and looked, and my second daughter's eyes were rolled back, her head slightly tilted back, her small mouth stuffed with panties, making "ah...ah" breathing sounds, her rapid panting causing her small breasts, which had already developed into B-cup breasts, to sway incessantly.

At this moment, I was aroused, so I took the panties out of her mouth and happily praised her.

"Jenny, you're really great. Your sister doesn't have an orgasm as easily as you... Daddy will be more gentle with you from now on."

Jenny turned her face away after hearing my praise, her big, round eyes glistening with tears, her lips tightly closed, looking quite pitiful.

I resumed my assault, placing my hands on Jenny's belly and gently rubbing it. Her body trembled slightly, seemingly very aggrieved, but unlike her sister's first time, she didn't resist fiercely, causing me any inconvenience. Noticing this, I slowly moved my hands upwards, grasping her soft, snow-white B-cup breasts.

"Ooh...it hurts...Daddy, don't do this..."

Jenny cried softly, her body trembling even more violently; I, on the other hand, squeezed her soft, snow-white breasts tightly, deforming them in my palms, and said, "Does it hurt? My darling daughter, did Daddy hurt you? But that's how things are, just bear with it for a bit and it'll be fine. You'll be even more excited than you were when you orgasmed."

Hearing my advice, my daughter excitedly shook her head from side to side.

"Ugh...no...no...ugh..."

Amid Jenny's cries of anguish, I pushed my penis forward, only to feel a sharp pain in the head of my penis. The hymen, making its last stand, blocked the way, and I couldn't penetrate. I cursed under my breath, parted her labia with my fingers, and slowly guided my penis deeper. After a moment, the entire head was inside.

"Oh..."

I let out a lewd howl. Jenny's vagina, being forcibly entered for the first time, reacted violently to the rapist, first contracting and trembling incessantly, then tightly clamping the head of my penis between the walls, making it difficult to move in or out.

Jenny felt unprecedented pain, her large eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her nails clenched so tightly they dug into her hands, her mouth wide open, emitting "ah...ah" sounds, seemingly trying to lessen the pain in her lower body by making sounds.

I slowly adjusted to the tight pressure of her virgin vagina, thinking it was time, so I bent down and spoke to my daughter face to face.

"Baby, Daddy will count to three and then I'll put it in. Then you'll be a little woman."

Jenny, hearing this, shed tears, looking at me like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

"One...two..."

Jenny pleaded weakly as I counted down, "No, Daddy, please let me go! My teacher taught us that a girl's virginity is to be given to her husband...sigh!"

To preserve her virginity for her future husband? Such a ridiculous and outdated idea almost made me laugh. Without another word, I thrust my hips forward, taking the lead over my future son-in-law, and then said "three."

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..."

Jenny cried out in pain as my penis brutally pierced her hymen. Except for her tender little breasts, which I held firmly in my hands, her entire body was forced backward.

At this point, I wasn't in a hurry to attack, slowly enjoying the pleasure of deflowering her. A virgin is indeed a virgin; her vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, leaving no gap whatsoever. A warm sensation spread through my glans, an indescribable pleasure.

I slowly withdrew my penis, leaving only the glans embedded within. Then, grasping her breasts for leverage, I thrust forward with all my might, and with a "pop," it slid in completely.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Jenny screamed, her head thrown back, ravaged like a candle in the wind, her head shaking violently. A trickle of virgin blood flowed from her vulva to the ground, her delicate body trembling intensely.

"Shh, baby, be quiet, don't make a fuss, Daddy's going to help you grow up, don't bother me... Uh, your little pussy is so tight, you're such a good daughter, mmm... It feels so good to fuck you, Daddy hasn't raised you

for nothing." Jenny's painful cries were like a rallying cry for me, making me thrust even harder, each thrust going all the way in. The two different sex organs collided, making a slapping sound, which was incredibly beautiful.

"Baby, don't lie there so stiffly, shake your ass like your sister, that's what Daddy likes... mmm, good girl, now open your mouth and let Daddy suck your tongue... Yes, that's it, okay, now Daddy's going to test my baby daughter's breasts, how are they developing?"

Having her virginity defiled by her father, Jenny cried continuously throughout the process, while I freely manipulated her body, making many lewd positions that I had long dreamed of.

It felt great, but I wasn't quite satisfied. So, I decided to explore another virginity of Jenny's—her tender anus. The tight anus of a twelve-year-old girl must be the warmest and most comfortable place in the world.

I pulled out my penis, bringing with it a patch of bloody semen. I prepared my daughter mentally.

"Jenny, my darling, Daddy wants you to roll over, put your hands on the bed, and stick your butt up a little higher, um... good girl, that's it. It'll hurt a little at first, but every woman in the world has to go through this."

"Dad, why? What did I do wrong? I'm sorry, I apologize, I promise I'll change, please don't punish me anymore, okay? My lower part hurts so much..."

"Oh, my little darling, you didn't do anything wrong, Daddy just wants to fuck you. I'm your father, so your whole body is mine. My good daughter, your asshole looks so cute, Daddy wants to cum inside you again. I promise, it won't hurt so much next time."

I thrust my hips forward, and my entire penis instantly disappeared into Jenny's ass. Even though there was lubricant on my penis, because the intestinal walls were so tight, after such a forceful thrust, my entire penis felt like it was peeling off.

Jenny started crying loudly again from the pain. I struggled to thrust my penis in and out; there was no resistance at the end, allowing me to push it in as far as I wanted.

As my penis pushed in, her buttocks would touch the outside. I reached out and pressed her firm buttocks, spreading them apart to allow my penis to penetrate deeper.

After a while, Jenny, probably exhausted from crying, could no longer support herself with her elbows, and her upper body went limp on the bed, her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

"Ah... that hard thing, it's about to burst my stomach..."

As she tireed, her anus loosened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, ejaculating soon after.

It was an incredibly pleasurable experience, but since penetrating my daughter's anus was a spur-of-the-moment decision, some unexpected results occurred.

When I pulled my penis out, it inevitably got covered in feces and semen, but Jenny seemed extremely uncomfortable, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.

Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly caught a whiff of a foul odor. I saw the enlarged anus, making a few "plop, plop" sounds, releasing a brownish mucus. The pink anus, like a fish's mouth, opened and closed frequently.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Following the mucus, Jenny seemed extremely ashamed, burying her head deep in the pillow. With a sob, her lower abdomen twitched, and she expelled a soft, yellow stool, which fell to the floor, instantly staining her snow-white buttocks brown.

This unexpected change left me speechless. It took considerable effort to clean up the scene, and I reminded myself to be more prepared next time.

After I carried her to the bathroom and washed her, Jenny lay back on the bed.

Unlike her spoiled sister, Jenny didn't resist fiercely, didn't try to escape, and didn't even utter those annoying curses and screams.

None of that.

She simply wept quietly like a good girl, mourning her lost innocence.

The next day, I didn't touch Jenny again, letting her rest. When Susan returned home Sunday night and noticed her sister's unusual behavior, she was trembling with rage, like an angry mother cat, hitting and scratching me, calling me the most inhuman dog in the world.

The result… of course, was that I pinned her to the bed, gave her a good spanking, and then fucked her asshole hard.

That's how things were settled. Since having my two daughters, my sex life became much more varied; sometimes I raped one of them, but sometimes the three of us had sex together.

I threatened them that if they didn't comply, they would be kicked out of the house, living a dirty and filthy life like beggars on TV. Of course, if they were obedient daughters, licking their father's penis and getting fucked in bed, I would give them everything they wanted.

Susan remained a stubborn and willful girl, always deliberately defying me. Even when I bought her things as she asked, she would often find opportunities to cause trouble or deliberately avoid me, far less obedient than Jenny. Jenny never asked for anything, and even when I occasionally tried to buy her something, she would shake her head and say no, behaving like a virtuous little housewife.

However, both of them adhered to basic rules and didn't publicize our family's shameful affair.

This happy family life lasted only nine months before I discovered that getting hooked was a terrible thing, because I couldn't wait for my youngest daughter, Michelle, to start her period.

While she didn't have any issues with menstruation, I could even save on birth control pills, which would be much simpler.

After a brief consideration, I decided to let her join her sisters, but this time I didn't want to be careless and wanted a memorable occasion.

After some consideration, I hired someone to thoroughly clean the backyard swimming pool and added slides, diving boards, and other toys, making it look brand new as a gift for my youngest daughter's tenth birthday. The girls, being naturally playful, were overjoyed at the sight of the new pool and couldn't wait to try it out.

I told them to wait until the morning of her birthday. After breakfast, I gave each of them a swimsuit, and the three sisters exclaimed in unison, rushing back to their room to change and get ready for a swim.

After changing into my swim trunks and putting on a towel, I prepared to go out, but then I heard laughter, playful shouts, and splashing water coming from the backyard. A thought struck me: if I suddenly appeared, I might spoil the atmosphere. After all, as Susan and Jenny have grown older, they've been deliberately avoiding me when changing clothes. Right now, the three sisters were having so much fun; Michelle might not notice if I suddenly appeared, but Susan and Jenny would definitely try to hide it.

With that thought in mind, I didn't rush out. Instead, I went around to the poolside and, from behind a glass door, secretly filmed my three daughters splashing and playing in the pool with my V8 camera. In

Chapter Three, Michelle

Susan swam back and forth in the pool like a mermaid, wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit with a V-shaped opening at the chest that reached her navel, secured by several intersecting gleaming silver chains; the back had the same design. Her half-exposed D-cup breasts created a sexy cleavage, the light blue swimsuit clinging tightly to her milky white skin, presenting a striking contrast.

Jenny stood half-standing in the pool, splashing water with her sister. She wore a milky white two-piece swimsuit, a tank top and a skirt-like bottom, paired with white tights that only reached her upper thighs; the tank top, wet from playing in the water, not only clung to her skin but also became semi-transparent, perfectly emphasizing her alluring curves. The tank top barely covered her large breasts; the narrow fabric squeezed her mounds tightly, revealing a deep cleavage.

Susan was a year older than Jenny, and her breasts had developed much earlier, already a respectable D-cup at fifteen. But since I deflowered Jenny, because of her gentle and obedient nature, she'd been fucked far more often than her sister. As a result of being overwhelmed by male hormones, her breasts swelled rapidly like inflated balloons, reaching a D-cup before she was even fourteen. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before she surpassed me.

My gaze drifted to the water slide by the pool, where I found Michelle dodging her sister's splashes. She was wearing a leopard-print bikini, laughing innocently and happily.

Looking at her beautiful face, I felt a wave of dizziness; her pure and pristine body was beyond words.

Her bright blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed playfully behind her head. Her breasts, remarkably large for a ten-year-old girl, stood erect like two adorable little white doves. Since the shot only captured her profile, the lens captured a delicate curve from her neck to her waist; below that was her snow-white bottom, tightly encased in leopard-print swim trunks, followed by long, slender legs—her thighs were also quite thin, perhaps due to her young age.

"Hey, stop splashing me!"

"Hehe, it's your birthday today."

While capturing my daughters' joyful laughter, I couldn't resist secretly giving my poor little penis a few rubs before slowly approaching from the shadows of the trees, trying to avoid being noticed.

Three little angels, each with their own distinct beauty—one wild and fiery, one gentle and serene, one innocent and pure—swam and frolicked in the pool, laughing and playing. None of them noticed that their swimsuits were soaked through, barely concealing their bodies, revealing their pink nipples peeking out from under the thin fabric. Jenny, having had a wild time with her sister, had her swimsuit shifted, exposing most of her ample breasts to the water.

But it wasn't just her breasts that were captivating. As the three sisters swam together, their buttocks floated on the surface, their beautiful bottoms swaying and their swimsuits shifting, revealing even more of their white, tender buttocks.

Watching my three daughters swaying and their breasts bobbing in the water, my penis hardened like a spear ready for battle, throbbing gently in my pants—it was incredibly arousing. I quickly placed my V8 on the table, set it to automatic recording, and then jumped into the water with a splash.

Water splashed everywhere, and the daughters screamed and dodged. Michelle smiled happily when she saw me finally in the water, completely unaware that as soon as I entered the water, I chose a spot next to Jenny, put my arm around her slender waist, and led her to a blind spot next to the slide. At the same time, I forcefully pulled her soft little hand and, through her swim trunks, gently massaged my hard penis.

Jenny tried to dodge, but I held her firmly, and she couldn't break free. In the end, she quickly complied, nimbly moving her slender fingers to slip her hand inside her swim trunks, not only stroking my penis but also occasionally teasing my testicles.

I made sounds of pleasure, while I heard Michelle curiously asking her older sister why Daddy and her second sister weren't playing with them, and Susan angrily trying to take her younger sister away so she wouldn't witness the shameful incestuous act between father and daughter. However, it was too late. As I reached my climax in a state of heightened excitement, I ejaculated with unbridled pleasure, leaving a pool of thick, white fluid floating on the surface.

Susan screamed, hurriedly pulling Michelle out of the pool and into the house to change, thus ending this unusual birthday celebration.

That evening, after my youngest daughter finished her tenth birthday cake, I called all three daughters to the bedroom and told them to undress and lie on the big bed.

Jenny was the first to silently agree; Susan snorted, pointing her finger at me and cursing me as a beast, not even sparing her own daughters. But after I picked up a nearby wooden board and gave her two heavy whacks on her firm buttocks, she obediently lay down on the floor.

Michelle was completely confused about what was happening. Seeing her two older sisters like this, she thought they were playing some kind of family game. She happily took off her top, then quickly pulled off her shorts and underwear, kicked them aside, and lay down on the floor.

It was truly an indescribably lewd scene: three tender, snow-white buttocks, and sexy, peach-pink vulvas, lined up side by side, awaiting my father's favor.

I sat on the bed, grasped my semi-erect penis, and while stroking it, I made Michelle open her little mouth and lick it hard with her smooth, fragrant tongue.

At first, Michelle struggled, refusing to lick "Daddy's pee-pee stuff," but after I poured her favorite chocolate sauce on my penis and repeatedly persuaded her that it would make Daddy happy, she finally timidly stuck out her tongue and licked the purplish-red glans bit by bit, like eating ice cream.

Poor Michelle had no idea what was about to happen to her, nor did she know that the "stinky thing" she was shaking her little head and diligently licking and sucking with her little mouth was the weapon that would soon deflower her; she was just giving me oral sex, trying to please her father.

As for her two older sisters lying on the ground, Susan's eyes were filled with resentment and contempt, while Jenny wore a sorrowful expression, unable to bear watching. However, under my threatening gaze, neither of them said anything they shouldn't.

The image of the young girl's tender, snow-white body, and her innocent expression as she performed filthy and obscene actions, created a wicked scene that gave me a powerful climax that only sexual intercourse could bring.

Soon, I ejaculated thick, white semen onto my daughter's adorable little face. Perhaps because it was stained with chocolate sauce, Michelle didn't vomit like Susan when she first tasted semen, disgusted by the strong, fishy smell. Instead, she licked it with relish, greedily scraping the white, cloudy semen off her little face and slowly swallowing it.

"Hehe, so delicious, Daddy. Did I make you happy? I don't know if I did it right, but if you teach me how to do it, Xue'er will do even better next time."

When my little daughter innocently giggled and climbed onto my lap, her delicate skin rubbing against mine, saying words to please her father, I was instantly overwhelmed with excitement. I picked Michelle up and put her back on the ground, and without saying a word, I shoved my still-erect penis inside her again.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Because of the haste, Michelle's little mouth, with my penis in it, choked and coughed repeatedly, saliva spurting from her mouth.

Jenny, who was lying on the ground, immediately knelt up upon hearing the coughing, her naked body leaning over to gently pat her sister's back to soothe her discomfort. With Jenny taking over, I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back and forth as she sucked on my penis, pushing the glans deep into her throat again and again.

The urge to ejaculate quickly arose, but rather than ejaculating into my daughter's soft little mouth, I preferred to plant my seed inside them.

Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, while my penis was still rock hard, I got out of bed and went behind Susan, who was lying face down on the floor. I cupped her plump, round buttocks, which had been moistened by my semen for a long time and were now fully developed. My glans pressed against her fleshy anus, ready to penetrate her.

"You pervert! You beast! You raped us, you raped your own daughter, you have no humanity... Ahhh!" Amid Susan's gritted teeth and curses, I began to fuck this unruly woman's tender anus, raping her while slapping her soft, white buttocks hard, making a loud slapping sound.

Throughout the process, Susan was like an untamed wild horse, violently shaking her body, trying to throw me off and even trying to tear me apart with her hands. But she didn't realize that her violent swaying caused her round, white breasts to ripple with alluring waves, and every time she forcefully thrust her round buttocks back, I matched the rhythm, fucking her little asshole harder and more fiercely.

It was truly a satisfying taming of a shrew, and finally, Susan collapsed, exhausted, with a long, mournful cry.

Then, I went behind Jenny, this quiet and obedient daughter, who, although still sticking her buttocks up high, burst into tears before I could even get close.

"Please, Dad, don't do this, it really hurts... I'm willing to help you ejaculate in other ways, but please don't put it in my ass, please..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, my little darling, but Daddy is always fair to you sisters. See your sister? Daddy can't be biased, so spread your legs a little, and relax your cute little asshole. Just a few more times and it won't hurt anymore."

Jenny bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say another word. After I fucked her for about ten minutes, before I felt the urge to ejaculate, I reluctantly pulled out of Jenny's white and smooth buttocks.

"Snowy baby, tomorrow you'll become a little woman. Daddy loves you, so I won't fuck your ass tonight, but you have to give your virginity to Daddy. Also, you two, let's have a good time tonight, I want everyone to enjoy themselves, so Daddy is going to teach you something new."

I started giving orders to my daughter.

"Susan, lean your head over this side of the bed, spread your legs... you stupid bitch, can't you move your ass along with that? Yes, right here, Jenny, you get behind your sister and lick her cunt, hmm, how can she enjoy it if you don't stick your tongue in? Aren't you sisters usually very close?"

After taking care of my eldest daughter, I certainly wouldn't show favoritism.

"Okay, Jenny, now it's your turn. Spread your legs wider. Xue'er, Daddy wants you to learn from your sister and go behind your second sister and lick her tender pussy. Think about how much your second sister usually dotes on you, why don't you take this opportunity to repay her? Okay, keep licking, but lift your little butt up, yes, stick it up higher, so Daddy can fuck you better."

Admiring the beautiful scene before me made me pause for a moment, but any man in this world would feel it was worth it.

Three beautiful twin sisters, naked with their snow-white flesh, intertwined licking each other's pussy, looking so intimate and loving...

tsk tsk, it seems that my precious daughters, when they're being intimate with each other, give their all and hold nothing back when they're having sex with me.

Michelle, that little darling, did it especially well. Parting her sparse blonde hair, she sucked on her sister's vulva, completely unconcerned about the filth dripping down; at the same time, she swayed her white, tender little buttocks, making my lust burn fiercely. I gripped my penis tightly, ready to thrust at any moment.

"Daddy, am I doing the right thing? Will doing this make you happy? Hmm, my sister's pee-pee isn't as tasty as Daddy's penis… Daddy, have I become a woman already? You said I'd become a little woman tonight."

Because her mouth was filled with the honeyed juices flowing from her sister's vulva, the little girl's voice was muffled, but I was amused by her innocent words.

Little girl, since you're so eager to become a woman, Daddy will help you.

I evenly smeared saliva on the opening and the inner walls of her vulva. The muscles inside rhythmically gripped my fingers, seemingly resisting the entry of a foreign object; then, I spat a little more onto the head of my penis, and prepared to enter her. When the head of my penis touched her vulva, I first lifted one of her legs, used my fingers to pry open her tender labia, revealing her contracting vaginal opening, and tried to insert the head of my penis.

At first, Michelle was all smiles, but when her vaginal opening swallowed half of the head of my penis, she started to cry out.

"Ah...it hurts...Daddy...no...it won't go in, Michelle hurts so much...Michelle doesn't want to..."

I decided to go for it anyway, pushing my penis forward. Michelle cried out a few more times, and after the head of my penis was fully inside, it was pushed out again by the strong contractions. It really felt completely different to fuck a child. Just that one squeeze of the head of my penis almost made me ejaculate.

Susan and Jenny also stopped what they were doing, each watching the process of their little sister being deflowered with different expressions.

From the very beginning, Michelle's face was covered in tears, and she sobbed, "Daddy...it hurts so much...I don't want to...I don't want to be a woman anymore..."

"It hurts now, but it will feel better soon. Aren't you Daddy's good daughter? How can you disappoint Daddy?"

Michelle nodded, and I peeled open her tender flesh again. This time, because the opening was already covered with saliva from my glans, it slid in easily. I gently pushed, inserting my penis a little further. The small, narrow, tender hole gripped my penis tightly, and I had to use a little force to prevent it from slipping out.

The little girl's breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on her forehead. Jenny leaned over and reached out to wipe the sweat from her bangs. I then pushed in forcefully, and before a third of my penis was inside, I reached her hymen.

"Is it comfortable?"

"A little better...but it still hurts so much...my urethra hurts so

much it feels like it's going to split open..." Without offering any more comfort, I leaned back, pulled my penis in, and thrust it in with all

my might. With a "plop," a little over half of my penis instantly disappeared into the little girl's tender vagina. Her eyes widened, then tears welled up, and she let out an extremely sharp scream. Although only half of it was inside, the glans was already pressing against her clitoris, and her tender uterus was throbbing like a heartbeat. Blood seeped from the crease between the penis and her labia.

The two older sisters made their move. Susan squeezed under Michelle, licking her stiff little nipples to soothe her pain; Jenny, after a brief hesitation, gently kissed her younger sister's mouth. Judging from her expression, the little girl was crying out in excruciating pain. If it weren't for her older sisters comforting her like this, she might have really disturbed the neighbors.

The burning flesh walls remained contracted, Michelle seemingly using all her strength to resist the pain emanating from her lower body. I was even worried it might cause vaginal spasms, but thankfully, after her two older sisters comforted her, the little girl stopped crying, and her body relaxed, as did her vagina.

I asked Jenny to stop kissing her, giving Michelle time to catch her breath. Her chest heaved violently, snot and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and pleaded,

"Daddy, it hurts so much... I... I think I'm bleeding down there... Michelle doesn't want it anymore... Waaah..."

Michelle cried even more pitifully than her two older sisters had when they lost their virginity. But I continued thrusting my penis, each thrust rubbing against the wound, causing her to moan softly each time.

However, with Susan and Jenny licking her breasts and rubbing her clitoris, she gradually stopped crying, just gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, seemingly able to bear it.

The little girl's tender vagina clung to my penis, the walls of her vagina beginning to secrete a small amount of love fluid. The sticky, honey-like flesh was soft and slippery like jelly, yet strangely tight around my cock.

My movements became increasingly vigorous, until I almost pulled the entire length out of her vagina before shoving it back in. When I went in, it almost rolled

in her labia, and when I pulled out, it felt like I was dragging out the tender flesh inside. This was because her vagina was so small and tight; perhaps I really should have waited a couple more years. I thrust in and out like a madman, my testicles slapping against her snow-white buttocks with a 'slap slap' sound. Michelle's breathing became faster and faster, her mouth unable to close, constantly panting, sweat dripping down her face.

Finally, Michelle suddenly cried out "Ugh!", her whole body stiffening as if in a spasm, her vagina contracting and spurting out a stream of thick, sticky fluid. Then, her body went limp, and she exhaled heavily.

As the tender vaginal muscles opened, I ejaculated the most thick semen of my life, soaking my penis in the sticky, warm flesh before withdrawing.

The moment the head of my penis left Michelle's body, semen gushed from the opening, along with churned, murky fluid and, of course, bright red virgin blood.

Jenny had already prepared several clean tissues and came closer, gently and carefully wiping her sister's vulva. The flesh, swollen and red from being penetrated, was contorted and contracted. Even after wiping with tissues, the grayish-white, reddish-brown, murky liquid continued to slowly flow…

Susan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her two naked sisters, then at her youngest sister's slender legs that could not be closed, and finally glared at me fiercely, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke with hatred.

"Beast... He even slept with his own daughter... He's slept with all three of my daughters, he's... inhuman... Waaah..." The day

after her first time

, Michelle developed a fever. I didn't dare call a doctor, so I just gave her fever reducers and anti-inflammatory medicine. She stayed in bed for two days, but once she was able to get up, she was bouncing around like a madwoman again.

A ten-year-old girl, she only vaguely understood sex and didn't grasp the importance of chastity. Aside from being afraid of pain, she had no other psychological burdens. With my patient and gentle guidance, she quickly reconciled with me, clinging to me and acting coquettishly, before I took her to bed.

The first few times weren't smooth sailing, but I gradually found a way. I used lubricant, made sure Michelle relaxed before each sexual encounter, and had Jenny kiss and touch her breasts. After a few times, the little girl began to experience pleasure, and later she would even cling to me, actively seeking intimacy.

For the next two years, I lived a very fortunate life, enjoying the company of my three daughters who were gradually developing into beautiful young women.

If I wanted a passionate rape, I would find Susan, grab her hair, throw her on the bed, and tear her expensive clothes off like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, raping her brutally.

As she grew older, Susan looked more and more like her mother. With the same face and expression, I always loved to satisfy a sense of revenge by humiliating this unruly girl.

But sometimes, I also wanted to try the taste of royalty, hoping for a beautiful woman to grovel before me like a slave, listening to her sobs on the bed until she begged for mercy and cried out.

This is when my beloved Jenny came in handy… She was such a good and adorable daughter, not only taking on all the household chores like a little mother, but also fulfilling the duties of a traditional housewife at night, offering her increasingly voluptuous and alluring youthful body.

Jenny especially hated me raping her ass; that tight, narrow little anus, as delicate as a newly sprouted daisy, was often broken and bled from my vigorous thrusting.

I enjoyed her cries of pain and the pleasure that gradually developed in anal sex, but I loved seeing her fear, pain, and deep sense of guilt when she was violated by her father.

Of the three daughters, Jenny prayed the most diligently and earnestly, especially after each act of father-daughter incest until orgasm, she always liked to confess something to God.

As for Michelle, she was my most beloved little sweetheart.

Perhaps because I cherished her being the youngest, I always treated her very gently later, whether hugging or thrusting, my movements were always gentle and slow. Michelle, who always clung to me, now often sleeps in my bed. At night, she transforms into a sweet little slut, automatically spreading her legs for passionate lovemaking.

In this pleasurable incestuous life, Susan and Jenny grew older and entered high school.

Susan received a scholarship upon entering high school, but what attracted her classmates wasn't her excellent grades, but rather her enormous, full 32E breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes. Jenny,

though her grades were average and she didn't receive a scholarship, joined the school cheerleading team and became its captain. During competitions, she stood before a group of young girls, moving with dynamic energy. Beneath her red and white cheerleading uniform, her F-cup breasts bounced like the most elastic jelly, attracting everyone's attention and always bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

The two sisters' fame for their beauty spread far and wide, just like their mother Barbara's back then. A bunch of hot-blooded boys, aroused by their large breasts, vied to invite them out for drives, movies, and outings, often resulting in fights over them

. It was even rumored that some male teachers at school couldn't resist the temptation and would steal glances at their towering breasts during class. Michelle was incredibly envious of her two sisters' popularity; thankfully, her sisters didn't need her supervision and weren't interested in dating boys. Susan made no attempt to hide her hatred of men, while Jenny was like a frightened bird, terrified of the approach of strange men.

The three sisters were similar in size and usually had a lot to talk about, either exercising together to maintain the elasticity and firmness of their breasts, or discussing where to buy large, beautiful bras. Susan and Michelle often complained about sore shoulders and shortness of breath when running; Jenny would occasionally say that her large breasts made housework very inconvenient.

I'm so glad my parenting approach was correct. At least Susan and Jenny didn't repeat their mother's mistakes, failing miserably in their studies and only knowing how to rely on their natural assets—their large breasts—to attract men. Instead, they grew into well-mannered and self-respecting young women. However,

even in this happiness, there was a small shadow. One morning during the summer vacation of Jenny's first year of high school, both daughters vomited up their ham and eggs while eating breakfast. The two sisters covered their mouths and ran to the sink to vomit.

Seeing this, I realized something was wrong. Recently, I hadn't given them birth control pills because I was worried about their development. Had something really happened?

Later, I found some anti-nausea medication and gave it to them. Their pregnancy symptoms lessened considerably, but it couldn't be hidden forever. Their bellies swelled up like balloons. Luckily, it was winter, and they were wearing thick coats, so it wasn't obvious.

Of course, things couldn't continue like this. They were still high school students; how could their future be ruined by pregnancy? I arranged for a doctor to abort my two daughters' pregnancies before anyone noticed.

Neither Susan nor Jenny objected to my decision; they knew perfectly well the consequences of continuing to attend school while heavily pregnant, but that didn't mean they liked abortion. After that incident, Susan became even more rebellious, often staying out overnight at female classmates' houses; Jenny became more withdrawn, locking her Bible in a drawer and even ceasing her usual prayers, because… her faith and scriptures considered abortion a grave sin.

And she was the most unfortunate one. Because Susan was often away, Michelle, growing more aware of the implications of incest, began to avoid me. While she didn't show the same hatred as her sister, the father-daughter relationship wasn't as close as before. As a result, Jenny was the one who most often succumbed to my lewdness and was forced into bed for my pleasure…

As a result of frequent intercourse, she aborted two children within a year.

I thought this kind of life could go on forever, but one night, things changed. Barbara's mother, my ex-mother-in-law, came to visit her three granddaughters, but I was so engrossed in my lust that I missed the doorbell.

Susan, who had just returned from outside and hadn't even had time to hide in her room, was grabbed by me, her eyes blazing with fury; I stood naked in the living room, my mind filled with thoughts of how to wantonly play with the young woman's body before me.

"Susan, what are you waiting for? Kneel down here and lick your father's... uh, Mom, what are you doing here?"

There was no need for any more nonsense; that vicious old bitch immediately called the police and social welfare center.

Amidst the wailing of a large number of police cars, my three daughters were taken away from home, while I was handcuffed, preparing to face a cruel life behind bars.

However, things weren't entirely hopeless. Jenny and Michelle supported my lie, saying that I hadn't done anything wrong to them and was a rare good father.

Even Susan, that unruly woman, refused to admit the shameful fact that she had been having an affair with her own father for four years and had been his sex slave for four years, so she refused to testify in court.

Even more fortunately, everyone knows that in court, money talks, and I just happened to be rich, able to afford the best lawyers.

In court, the lawyer fiercely debated with my ex-mother-in-law, and this vicious old woman had to admit that she hadn't witnessed me having sex with my daughter. The jury couldn't reach a unanimous verdict, and the judge ultimately decided not to prosecute.

The law is always fair and just. I think I'll never forget the ugly sight of that old woman stamping her feet and weeping when the judge announced my immediate release and that I could take my daughter home.

However, things can't be perfect. When I got home, Susan stood protectively in front of her two younger sisters, loudly warning that she would take me to court if I misbehaved again. Despite my anger, given the past, I had to restrain myself and stop hitting my daughters to avoid further danger.

The family relationship plummeted to a freezing point, the atmosphere incredibly awkward. This situation ended when my daughters chose to leave home one by one; in less than three years, none of them were by my side.

Susan was the first of the three daughters to leave independently.

She studied diligently, got into the University of Southern California, met a bright and academically excellent man in graduate school, and they quickly married.

After marriage, the couple moved to California, living a high-quality, extravagant life: a mansion, several luxury cars, high-limit credit cards, and… a large amount of debt with 18% revolving interest.

Susan loved to spend money recklessly. This extravagant habit, developed since childhood, couldn't be changed simply by going to college and reading more books. Fortunately, it was 1999, the dawn of the high-tech industry, and both husband and wife were electronics and internet engineers. If they had worked together properly, they could have certainly afforded such a high standard of living… if that short-lived young man hadn't been crushed to pieces in a car accident two years later.

Those two years from 1999 to 2001 are undoubtedly unforgettable for many. Back then, due to the dot-com bubble burst, on his way back from that bankrupt company, he didn't see the speeding truck… In short, human life is truly fragile.

Susan's world collapsed overnight. Her beloved husband died suddenly, and she lost her job due to the stock market crash, her stocks became worthless, and worse, she realized then that she couldn't possibly repay the enormous debts she had accumulated.

My eldest daughter quickly lost her mansion and luxury car; even because of her poor credit record, she was refused even a small apartment to rent. A proud female master's graduate, a rising star in the electronics industry, was almost homeless.

When I last received the call, she seemed to want to say something, but the noise was too loud to hear clearly. Then came the monotonous, time-out voice on the other end, followed by a series of beeps.

As for the second daughter, Jenny, she had long since moved out. Perhaps eager to leave the house, she rushed out to find a job before graduating high school, and at nineteen, she married a middle-aged manager much older than her.

I didn't attend their meager wedding, nor did I offer my blessings, because I knew that wrong choices wouldn't yield the right results.

As I predicted, soon after the marriage, her husband quickly revealed his true colors: a violent, irritable, alcoholic, and gambling scoundrel.

Poverty breeds misery; how could there be any harmony in their lives? I heard they were estranged, often fighting, even involving the police, but I didn't know the exact situation until one day I went to a video store, where the male clerk recommended a movie to me.

"G-cup: My Slut Wife!"

The cover features a glamorous woman with blonde hair, red lips, and heavy makeup. Her long, wavy blonde hair, half-open, slender eyes, and slightly pouting, full red lips exude a seductive allure that ignites the desire in every man. The elastic pants that tightly hug her thighs and ample buttocks accentuate the outline of her vulva, even the shape of her labia majora is clearly visible. But what's most captivating is the pair of round, snow-white breasts she holds in her hands.

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