I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 170

Foreword: In the last two or three chapters, the fake wedding between Xiaoying and her father has left many readers feeling unable to accept it, like a thorn in their heart or a fly being swallowed. Actually, this plot point was originally planned in the outline. The title of this story is "The Matchmaker," and perhaps many had already guessed this plot point. It's inevitable; without it, how could the title be resonated? Erotic stories, especially those about married women having affairs, inherently contain a certain amount of heart-wrenching content, which is unavoidable. Some readers have become too immersed in the story, resulting in their inability to accept it from the male protagonist's perspective. In fact, these readers' feelings demonstrate their appreciation and love for this story, for which I express my gratitude. If you don't like this story, who cares how it's written? To those who cannot accept it, I can only apologize. To ensure a smooth ending, the outline cannot be changed. If some readers truly cannot bear to read it, then please abandon the story. Thank you everyone.
Hua Xi seemed to freeze at this moment, the two reluctant to part. I believe that at this moment, all their past experiences flashed through their minds like a slideshow, as if they were both immersed in each other's memories. Tonight was destined to be an unforgettable and special night for the two of them, and of course, for me as well.
This was a special wedding, special not only because of the bride and groom's unique relationship, but also because there were no best men or maid of honor, no blessings from relatives and friends. The couple were alone, conducting their own wedding, a silent ceremony without music, officiant, or pastor's eulogy.
"Mmm..." A soft moan, barely audible unless you listen carefully, suddenly rang out. It turned out that the father's hands, which were wrapped around Xiaoying's slender waist, began to caress her waist, causing Xiaoying to let out a soft moan.
"Thank you, Xiaoying, I am very content tonight..." The father tilted his head and pressed it against Xiaoying's hair ornament, saying affectionately, his eyes flashing back and forth between satisfaction and sadness.
Xiaoying didn't reply, only letting her father stroke her slender waist, her mind seemingly blank. During this time, neither of them took the initiative to separate, as if waiting for the other to say: "That's enough, Father. I understand your reluctance, but what about Xiaoying? Is she preparing to completely satisfy her father?" Tonight had indeed been enough for both of them…
Watching my father gently caress Xiaoying's slender waist, his touch growing increasingly intimate, a possibility came to mind: was my father still harboring lustful intentions towards Xiaoying tonight? He had just promised Xiaoying he wouldn't force her anymore, but what if Xiaoying consented? Then he wouldn't have broken his promise. Perhaps my father was testing Xiaoying's reaction. If she refused, he would obediently stop tonight; if she didn't refuse, then why wouldn't he take advantage of what was already within his grasp? After all, the night was still long…
The two were still standing in front of the full-length mirror, seemingly frozen in their reflection, but their actions behind them were far from innocent. From behind, I could clearly see their movements. The father's hand gradually moved down from Xiaoying's slender waist, slowly and tentatively touching her lower body. What was below her waist? Xiaoying's full, rounded buttocks slowly fell into her father's hand.
In the mirror, Xiaoying's expression finally changed. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her cheeks puffed out, revealing that she was gently biting her teeth. She was perhaps conflicted, unsure whether to refuse her father or not; perhaps she was considering and struggling with her decision, but she remained still. Her father noticed Xiaoying's expression. His hand paused slightly, remaining on her buttocks, seemingly waiting for her decision. After all, the atmosphere tonight was so special and harmonious; the wedding had taken place, and without a bridal chamber, something would be missing.
Seeing that Xiaoying only struggled with her expression but made no other movements, her father gently stroked her buttocks. Even if Xiaoying didn't physically refuse, even if she only uttered a word of refusal, her father would immediately stop. However, apart from occasional soft moans, Xiaoying made no move or uttered any words of refusal. For Xiaoying, the sex her father gave her was unparalleled, something she had never experienced before. So far, only her father could give her this. If there was anything Xiaoying was most reluctant to part with from her father, it was undoubtedly his sexual prowess. Whether Xiaoying was willing or forced by her father, her repeated submission and orgasms proved everything. Tonight was extraordinary. The beginning of this night for the two of them might also signify a complete end. Her father was unwilling, and so was Xiaoying. I believe that at this moment, Xiaoying seemed to be waging an internal war, one side agreeing, the other refusing, the two viewpoints constantly clashing, waiting to see who would win and determine what would happen next.
The father continued his probing, sensing that Xiaoying hadn't refused yet, which meant there was still something to be gained that night. He couldn't help but gently, little by little, lift Xiaoying's gauze skirt with his hand, slowly revealing her fair ankles and calves. At this moment, Xiaoying was in extreme turmoil. Facing the mirror, she bit her lower lip, her other hand constantly rubbing the hem of her skirt. Her inner voice might have urged her to refuse, but her fascination and reluctance to let go of this passion seemed unwilling to give up what might be the last moment of pleasure tonight.
He lightly lifted Xiaoying's tulle skirt. Xiaoying didn't resist, and sensing an opportunity, her father released her skirt, revealing her ankles and calves once more. Then, he moved, taking small steps until he was behind Xiaoying. He slipped his hands under her armpits, then embraced her slender waist, his hands resting on her smooth, stretch-free abdomen, gently stroking it. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder. He leaned on her shoulder, greedily inhaling her fragrance, while Xiaoying, like a puppet, allowed herself to be manipulated by her father.
Everything seemed to be set in stone. I knew Xiaoying and her father were destined to be sleepless tonight. Her father withdrew his hands, then tentatively and slowly lifted the hem of Xiaoying's wedding dress again. Xiaoying's legs began to slowly reveal themselves. Xiaoying, sensing this, seemed resigned, a hint of annoyance on her face. But her father couldn't decipher this emotion, because he didn't stop. However, I, hiding behind the curtains, understood. Xiaoying's anger wasn't directed at her father, but at herself…
Slowly, Xiaoying's wedding dress was lifted up to her waist by her father's rope, revealing her stockings and underwear. The scene was incredibly contradictory. Xiaoying's upper body, clad in a pure white wedding dress, appeared utterly holy, while her lower body was now half-naked, the stockings highlighting a sense of sensuality, allure, and provocation. These two completely different auras were reflected in Xiaoying's upper and lower body, creating a stark and striking contrast.
The father finally smiled with relief, knowing that Xiaoying had agreed to his request, and at least tonight he could do whatever he wanted with her. His hands kneaded Xiaoying's buttocks, the tender flesh changing shape in his grasp. Xiaoying's vulva was now exposed, still glistening with dried semen.
"Ah..." Xiaoying's vulva was suddenly touched by her father, and she let out a soft moan from the unexpected attack. I clearly captured this scene; her father's fingers quickly and gently glided across Xiaoying's labia, just once. After his fingers passed over Xiaoying's labia, her father immediately looked down to examine them. I saw that his fingers were covered with clear, glistening love fluid. Even with just a light touch, he had touched Xiaoying's love fluid, indicating that she was already aroused.
A look of delight crossed the father's face. Since she wasn't refusing, he should hurry; delay might cause problems. Xiaoying used the mirror as cover, while her father gently unzipped his pants with one hand. He had unzipped them before when he opened the door. He didn't unbuckle his belt, but instead pulled his penis directly from the urethra of his pants. His penis, now covered in dried precum, was already erect again, the glans secreting fluid, ready for anything.
Xiaoying, still immersed in her father's caresses and her inner turmoil, was unaware of his subtle actions behind her back, nor did she sense a venomous snake approaching. Her eyes were closed, the only normal expression remaining on her face was shyness. Her father, watching her reflection in the mirror, guided his penis closer to her vulva.
"Ah..." With another soft moan, Xiaoying's eyes opened slightly. A hint of confusion crossed her face, followed by a look of understanding. At first, she might have thought it was her father's finger, but the hardness and thickness of this "finger" were incomparable to ordinary fingers. After her initial confusion, she finally realized what it was. Even before it touched her labia, she could already feel its fiery heat from afar.
Xiaoying showed no reaction. She dropped the bouquet and instantly reached behind her back to block her father's hips, preventing them from thrusting forward. The father, who thought he had the night in his grasp, hadn't expected Xiaoying to reject him at the last moment. It was like a stunningly beautiful woman naked and stockings beckoning to you, but you suddenly became impotent—it would be incredibly disappointing for anyone.
Actually, Xiaoying didn't have much strength to resist her father when she reached behind her. If her father were as forceful as before, he could penetrate her without much effort, which would be much easier than before, since his glans was already pressed against Xiaoying's vaginal opening.
The two were frozen in place, both their faces showing struggle. Xiaoying struggled with whether she should resist if her father forced himself on her, while the father struggled with whether he should continue to force himself on Xiaoying as before. The father's struggle was the most intense; he gritted his teeth, seemingly remembering his promise to Xiaoying and not wanting to ruin her feelings for him. After all, Xiaoying had even agreed to his request to wear a wedding dress. Did he really want to leave a completely bad impression on Xiaoying forever?
"Sigh..." Father sighed softly, looking utterly disappointed and dejected. After all, the prize that was practically in his grasp had slipped away, and his disappointment was palpable. He prepared to pull his hips back, removing the head of his penis from Xiaoying's vulva. Although extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to do so to prove his feelings for Xiaoying. Behind the curtains, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This mixture of anticipation and fear made me restless; I wanted to watch, yet I didn't want to.
Xiaoying watched her father's disappointed expression, a flicker of confusion and reluctance crossing her face. All of Xiaoying's negative emotions that evening, including her reluctance, seemed to have reached their peak at this moment. Xiaoying gritted her teeth, as if making a huge decision. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then quickly and resolutely opened them. As her father's hips pulled back, Xiaoying's hand, which had been pushing against his hips, suddenly changed its movement. In an instant, Xiaoying's hand grabbed her father's hips, preventing him from moving them. The scene froze again. Her father looked up at Xiaoying, this time truly bewildered, not knowing what she was trying to do.
At that moment, Xiaoying said a simple, shy, and brief sentence. It was only a few words, but it made my heart sink to the bottom, while making my father extremely excited. My father and I knew all too well what those words meant.
"Be careful not to get the wedding dress and suit dirty..."
Tonight belongs only to you and me; it's our last time together. After tonight, I hope everything will become a memory.
Tonight, I'm destined to be sleepless...

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