Chaotic life 1-3

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(Part 1)

"Ah..."

Congrong shuddered, suddenly opening her eyes, the unknown, deafening sound still echoing in her mind.
After a while, she realized that she had just been dreaming. She couldn't remember the details, only that it was a
very scary dream.

She checked the time; it was already 6:30 PM. The man who should now be considered her father would be getting off work soon, and
it was time to cook dinner. Following her body's old habits, she went to the kitchen, first rinsing some rice to cook porridge, then
taking out some vegetables from the refrigerator and skillfully preparing them. In just a short while, three side dishes were on the table. After arranging the bowls and chopsticks, Congrong, feeling somewhat
sullen sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand and starting to stare blankly.

Congrong's father was a soldier, so his name directly reflected his father's expectations. Congrong didn't
disappoint his father; after graduating from university, he served in the army for two years. After his discharge, instead of continuing to military school
, he enrolled in a graduate program at Baidi University. During his first year of graduate school, he met his future wife, Shaomin.

Shaomin was eight years younger than Congrong. When Congrong started his graduate studies, Shaomin also entered university.
The two, like opposite poles of a magnet, were drawn to each other and quickly fell in love. A year later, their daughter
was born, and Shaomin even took a year off from her studies. After graduating with his master's degree, Congrong started his own business. Although he
started from scratch without his family's help, his business thrived thanks to his father's status and official position.
The two married soon after Shaomin graduated, and their daughter was already three years old. At this point, Congrong
seemed to be the epitome of success.

However, his seemingly smooth-sailing life suddenly seemed to have fallen into a pre-dug trap, plunging him into an abyss.
Two years ago, his father died of a sudden heart attack while under investigation. His mother, overwhelmed with grief, followed
him death. His father's downfall caused the company's business to plummet, and
after a year of struggling, it went bankrupt. Fortunately, his wife, Shao Min, who loved him deeply, remained steadfastly by his side, and his daughter's
adorable smile provided support; otherwise, he would likely have collapsed long ago.

Everything began to crumble after that tragedy two years ago. After painfully enduring the devastation of losing both parents and
the company's bankruptcy, Cong Rong finally rallied. With his solid education and market experience,
he quickly found a satisfactory job. Just as life was about to return to normal, another misfortune plunged the 34-
year-old Cong Rong into despair. His nine-year-old daughter was diagnosed with a hereditary neurological disorder. They sold their city
property to raise money for medical expenses and finally controlled her condition. However, the enormous costs of long-term treatment
still weighed heavily on Cong Rong's shoulders.

He worked during the day and took on two other jobs at night, and even drove for Didi (a ride-hailing service) late into the night. With
his wife Shao Min's salary as a teacher, they barely managed to cover their daughter's medical expenses and living costs. Even
with such hardship, hope remained. The hospital concluded that with continued treatment for two to three years, their daughter's illness
would be cured without any lasting effects. Cong Rong believed that with his and his wife's efforts, persevering for two or three years
was entirely possible. Furthermore, a project he had been working on at his company was nearing completion;
once finalized, the commission would provide them with some relief.

But fate seemed to have its eye on Cong Rong. A little over a month ago, while driving for Didi on a weekend, he picked up a girl around fifteen years old from
the Cultural Palace was taking her home. While swerving to avoid a
skateboarder suddenly darting out from the roadside, the vehicle lost control and crashed into the roadside guardrail. Cong Rong's last
memory was the girl's head hitting his head hard, and when he woke up, he was in
the hospital.

But when he awoke, he was no longer Cong Rong, but Cong Rong, whose name sounded the same but was written differently.
Yes, the little girl he picked up at the Cultural Palace that day was also named Cong Rong. Cong Rong couldn't understand why he woke up inside her
body . As for his own body, the doctor said the Didi driver
had died because a steel pipe from the guardrail pierced his heart. Who died then? Cong Rong or Cong Rong?

Although the physical examination showed nothing wrong except for a bump on her forehead,
Cong Rong had been in a daze and unresponsive to the outside world for over a month after the accident. The doctor thought she was traumatized
and arranged for a psychologist to counsel her, but Cong Rong knew she didn't need that. Her
dazed state was simply due to the sudden transformation's profound impact on her worldview.
She wasn't discharged until after two weeks in the hospital.

"Little Rong, why are you spacing out again? Are you feeling unwell?" A gentle male voice
came from the doorway, and Cong Haizhou, looking anxious, put down his briefcase and walked over to ask with concern.

Startled awake, Cong Rong stammered, "Ah, I'm fine. Dinner's ready. Come and eat." She
couldn't bring herself to call him "
Dad." Calling a man who looked to be around thirty-five or thirty-six, not much older than her original self, "Dad" was something Cong Rong truly couldn't bring herself to do, even though this man was indeed the father of this body.

Having lived in this body for over a month, and integrating the remaining
memories she now had a general understanding of her family situation. When Cong Rong was five, Cong Haizhou's wife
passed away from illness. For so many years, he had deeply loved his deceased wife, and for Cong Rong's sake, Cong Haizhou had never started another
relationship. He raised Cong Rong single-handedly, acting as both father and mother. From
the it was clear how much the original Cong Rong had relied on and loved him.

Seeing Cong Rong's hesitant reply, Cong Haizhou didn't suspect anything and happily sat down at the table to eat. While eating, he chatted with Cong Rong about the interesting things that happened at work that day, but Cong Rong responded
absentmindedly . Actually, Cong Rong wanted to ask Cong Haizhou about the Didi driver's family situation, but she didn't dare to ask. What good could a woman do without her husband and a sick child? Even with some insurance compensation, it would only temporarily solve the problem for her daughter's illness. The thought of the immense pain her death would bring to her wife, Shao Min, made Cong Rong feel as if her heart was being stabbed. 　　"Xiao Rong, I've already gone to the school to arrange your leave of absence. You can rest at home for two months and start high school again next semester . Anyway, you skipped a grade in elementary school, so repeating a year won't waste much time."

While eating, Cong Haizhou said,

"Okay, well... I'm done eating. I'm going to take a shower first. I'll wash the dishes later."
Cong Rong was a little uncomfortable chatting with Cong Haizhou. Firstly, the natural reliance and affection her body exuded for
him made her uncomfortable. Secondly, she was afraid of revealing her secret by saying too much, as she felt a little guilty for possessing someone else's daughter's body.
She hadn't expected this little girl to have a bit of a father complex. Cong Rong thought helplessly as she walked into the bathroom.

Watching Cong Rong enter the bathroom, Cong Haizhou felt a little lost. His daughter seemed somewhat distant from him since being discharged from the hospital
, but the thought of her surviving the car accident immediately cheered him up.
After all, nothing was more important than his daughter's health.

It's been a month since Congrong's body transformed into that of a 15-year-old girl, and she's gotten somewhat used to it. At least she's no longer as panicked as she was
the first time she sat on the toilet to pee, watching the water gush out from the gap between her body.
When she takes off her clothes and looks at the cute little figure reflected in the mirror, she
's still calm and somewhat amazed. So cute...

To be honest, this was the first time Cong Rong had seriously observed this body. The 15-year-old girl was already
quite developed. Although she was only about 1.5 meters tall, her breasts were proudly
erect, adorned with pink cherries that made one want to take a bite. Her flat stomach, slender
legs, and milky skin were exactly what attracted a 30-something uncle like Cong Rong. Her
chubby, pink cheeks were framed by a pair of large eyes with long eyelashes, like two black crystals.
However, should still have some childishness, revealed a composure that did not match her age. This was probably the only discordant
thing. Not daring to look too much for fear of having wild thoughts, she quickly washed herself, got clean, and put on her clothes.

Touching her slightly flushed face, Cong Rong felt a little embarrassed. This body was hers now, so why
was she feeling desire for her own naked body? Did she really have the soul of a perverted old man? Did she have
a hidden pedophilic tendency? She shook her head violently, as if trying to banish those chaotic thoughts from her mind. "This isn't
the time to think about these things!!" Cong Rong, trying to cheer herself up, completely failed to realize how childish her head-shaking gesture was. Her
former self would never have made such a move…

When she woke up in the morning, Cong Haizhou had already gone to work. The breakfast prepared on the table reflected
a father's meticulous care for his daughter. Cong Rong felt a pang of sadness, thinking of her deceased father.
He had cared for her so meticulously when she was a child, and now she was experiencing
fatherly love leaving Cong Rong feeling somewhat dazed

. After finishing breakfast, Cong Rong decided to go see her daughter and find out
how her wife and daughter were doing after her accident. Because their daughter needed long-term treatment, she had been staying in the hospital. To
pay for her treatment, the couple sold their house and rented a place near the children's hospital. The landlord was
Congrong's father's old colleague. After their son went abroad, the elderly couple planned to follow. Out of sympathy for their plight, they charged a very low
rent —practically free for a second-tier city like Baicheng. Congrong
was deeply grateful to the landlords.

The distance from Congrong's home to the children's hospital was considerable. After two bus transfers and a light rail ride, Congrong finally
arrived . Walking in the familiar surroundings gave Congrong a strange feeling, as if the car accident had never happened,
and she was rushing to see her child after work as usual.

When she reached the ward door and saw her daughter, Congtingting, playing with a group of other children, Congrong's heart
softened. She just stood there, staring blankly as tears slowly filled her daughter's eyes.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor for you?"
Cong Tingting, noticing the little girl crying at the ward door, ran over to ask her what was wrong.

"No, Dad... Sister isn't feeling unwell, she just got some sand in her eyes." Seeing Tingting run over,
Congrong quickly wiped away her tears and said gently,

"Then Sister, squat down, Tingting will blow on your eyes for you." Tingting, who was used to helping others, looked up
at Congrong and said

. Congrong quickly squatted down to make it easier for Tingting to blow on her eyes. Tingting carefully
blew on Congrong's eyes a few times.

"Sister, are you feeling better?" Congrong asked expectantly.

"Yes, much better. Your name is Tingting, right? Thank you." Congrong said gently.

"You're welcome." Tingting seemed very happy because she had helped someone.

"Oh... what a pitiful child."

"Yes, she got this kind of illness and her father is gone, leaving only her and her child. What will they do in the future?"

"Who says otherwise? Although the insurance paid out some money, that little bit will only last for three to five months at most in the hospital.
What will they do in the future?"

"Oh...poor thing, we'll help her out more in the future."

After chatting with Tingting for a while, it was time for hospital rounds. Reminded by a nurse, Congrong said goodbye to Tingting and
left the hospital. Congrong had overheard the conversations of some nurses and patients' families around her, learning
some recent news about her wife and daughter. Fortunately, because her insurance was comprehensive after the car accident, her wife and daughter received
some compensation. This compensation was a drop in the bucket compared to her daughter's treatment costs, but it could
support . Plus, her wife's job meant their livelihood wouldn't be a problem for a while. But
what about the subsequent treatment costs? Such a huge burden rested entirely on Shaomin's shoulders. How could a weak woman like her bear it?
Congrong thought with some worry.

How could she help them? Just by chatting with Tingting every day? That wouldn't
help at all. Money!! Right now, what they needed most was money. With money, her daughter
could continue treatment after her insurance money ran out, and with money, her wife Shaomin wouldn't face such immense pressure. Borrowing from Cong Haizhou
? There was no suitable reason, and it wasn't realistic, plus Cong Haizhou might not even be able to provide the money. She should go find
a job herself, but what could she do with her small frame? Lost in thought, she rode the bus back.

She took out her phone and searched for jobs on local websites, when suddenly a job posting caught her
eye: "Hiring a tutor for junior high school math, Monday to Friday, 5 pm to 7 pm."
" Starting next week. 100 yuan per hour, with an extra bonus at the end of the month if performance improves significantly. Address:
No. 22, Tongxin Villa Area, Chang'an Road, H City. Employer: Liu Changsheng, Phone number: 138xxx..."

One hundred yuan an hour, that's two hundred yuan a day, five days a week, nearly 4000 yuan a month! This
salary is almost as high as my base salary. There are indeed many wealthy people in Tongxin Community. I must get this job, and
secretly transfer the money to Shao Min to reduce her pressure. Always decisive, Cong Rong quickly
dialed the employer's number, arranged an interview an hour later, and rushed to Tongxin Community
.

Cong Rong was worried that the family might disapprove of her because of her young age or other reasons, causing her to lose the job.
She really needed this job right now. As for whether she could teach well, she wasn't worried at all. A
top student from Baidi University, how could he not teach a junior high school kid? Before going to Tongxin Residential Area, she went home to change into a presentable
outfit, and her long, smooth hair was neatly combed.

Everything was okay. Congrong walked to Tongxin Residential Area, which wasn't far from her home, found her destination according to her sect, composed herself at
the villa's entrance, and then gently and carefully knocked on the door. "I must
make a good impression on my 'client'!" she thought

. "Coming, coming," she faintly heard a woman's voice from behind the door.

The door opened slightly, and she looked up through the crack.

The first thing she saw was a pair of enormous breasts, which swayed slightly with the opening of the door,
displaying excellent elasticity. Looking up from the breasts, she saw the face of a woman around thirty years old, very beautiful,
well-maintained, and without any signs of aging.

Not knowing the woman's identity, Congrong didn't address her directly, but politely asked,

"Is this Mr. Liu Changsheng's home?"

Perhaps Congrong was too short, or perhaps the woman's view was mostly blocked by her breasts. She didn't notice Cong Rong
at first , her expression somewhat blank, until Cong Rong's clear voice rang out. She looked down and
saw the little girl standing at the door.

"Ah, yes, who are you?"

"I'm here to tutor."

"You're a tutor? So young?" Hearing Cong Rong's words, she widened her eyes in surprise, looking
incredulous .

Cong Rong's heart tightened; her worst fear had come true. Sure enough, a fifteen-year-old girl tutoring
was strange, wasn't it?

"This… Auntie, I'm mentally mature enough, and I'm really good at math…" I hurriedly explained, a little
anxious .

Hearing Cong Rong's words, the astonishment on her face gradually disappeared. She bent down, one hand supporting her knee, and the other
gently patted my head, smiling as she asked, "Little girl, I'm Liu Changsheng's wife, my name is Qin Xiaohui.
What's your name? Are you really here to tutor?"

"My name is Cong Rong... I really am tutoring, Auntie, don't worry."

Qin Xiaohui smelled of flowers, and Cong Rong's eyes couldn't help but glance at her chest. Because she was bent over
facing Cong Rong, and wearing a low-cut top, the deep cleavage and the barely visible bra were
completely exposed to Cong Rong.

Perhaps seeing that Cong Rong looked like a young girl, this mature woman was completely unguarded in front of her. Cong Rong's face
turned slightly red. If I were still a man, perhaps I would have had an arousal.

"Xiao Rong, come in and sit down." Qin Xiaohui warmly found her a pair of slippers.

Qin Xiaohui's home was clean and tidy, with white walls, beautiful wooden floors, and furniture arranged
neatly , making the living room neither cramped nor spacious.

She asked me to sit on the sofa and then poured Congrong a drink.

"Try it, it's homemade juice," she said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Congrong politely thanked her and drank it all in one gulp.

The juice was sweet and refreshing. Cong Rong licked her lips and exclaimed, "It's so delicious!"

"Hehe, there's still quite a bit left," she laughed. "Xiao Rong, what grade are you in now?"

"I'm in high school now. I was supposed to be a junior high student this fall."

"You're a high school student? I thought you were still in junior high. High school is so busy, do you have time for
tutoring?"

"I was in a car accident a while ago, and my dad arranged for me to take a leave of absence. I'll start high school again when school starts."

"Ah, poor child, are you alright? You should take a leave of absence to recover properly. Your dad did the right thing?" She
treated me like a child, speaking with the tone of a parent, but she seemed quite concerned about me.

Cong Rong and Qin Xiaohui chatted briefly. Qin Xiaohui seemed to like girls too, and
her feelings

After chatting for a while, Cong Rong couldn't hold back any longer. She hadn't forgotten why she came here.

"Um... Auntie, is your child here?"

"Ah, my son is studying. No one's supervising him, so I don't know if he's studying or not. I'll call him over."

Son? Cong Rong scratched her head. Actually, she preferred to interact with girls, but it didn't matter,
as long as she could make money.

Qin Xiaohui opened a bedroom door and called out, "A-Jie, come and meet your tutor."

Liu Jie, shuffling in his slippers, slowly walked out of the bedroom. Without greeting Cong Rong,
he followed Qin Xiaohui with his head down, and somewhat impatiently sat down on the sofa opposite Cong Rong

. "This is my son, Liu Jie. A-Jie, say hello to Sister Cong Rong."

Liu Jie raised his head, gave Cong Rong a slightly aggressive look, and then complained, "Mom, you found such
a little kid to tutor me? Is she even capable?

" "…………....." Cong Rong couldn't find a word to refute him

. This little guy seems very rebellious; it looks like he won't be easy to teach.

"Ah Jie!! How dare you talk to Sister Xiao Rong like that!! That Ah Jie is a bit immature, he's always mischievous
and gives me a headache. Xiao Rong, don't mind him. If he doesn't study properly, just discipline him, don't
hold back..."

"Ah ha, ah ha, I will, I will." Cong Rong replied with a slightly stiff smile

. Qin Xiaohui didn't pay much attention. She checked the time, 4:50. She said, "Let's talk about
the price , one hundred yuan per hour, from 5 pm to 7 pm, is that okay?"

"Okay!"

Seeing Cong Rong agree so readily, she was quite satisfied.

"You should give A-Jie a good make-up class, though I don't really know the specifics. He has two months until his high school entrance exam,
and there's a mock exam in two weeks."

"Okay." Although Cong Rong had never taught students before, his wife, Shao Min, was a high school teacher, so he
had some experience and seemed quite confident.

Cong Rong went to Liu Jie's room and observed it. Hmm, the room was really big, decorated in a Japanese style.
A low table was piled with thick exercise books and test papers, along with some random little trinkets she couldn't name.
It was clearly a student's room that didn't like to tidy up. A bookshelf stood in one corner of the room, haphazardly
piled with books, mostly comics, though it appeared to be the majority. Next to the bookshelf was a computer, and on the other wall hung a large
LCD TV. Beside the TV, a PS4 controller and game console were scattered haphazardly. A tatami mat was laid on the floor, with
a few cushions strewn about. Liu Jie...

Qin Xiaohui said sternly to Liu Jie, "Ah Jie, study hard and listen to Sister Congrong." Then,
with a kinder expression, she said to me, "Xiaorong, Auntie won't bother you anymore."

She closed the door, leaving them space to study.

Liu Jie sat at his desk, his aggressive gaze making Cong Rong very uncomfortable.
Feeling embarrassed and annoyed by the way he stared at her, she

coughed awkwardly and said to Liu Jie, who was sitting beside her, "Um... Liu Jie, let's start the tutoring."
"

Oh, okay, little teacher,"

Cong Rong replied, ignoring Liu Jie's tone. She picked up a cushion and moved closer to him. Liu Jie leaned in too,
almost touching her, and Cong Rong instinctively moved away. "This brat," she
cursed but didn't think much of it.

"Have you ever had a tutor before?"

"Yes, but they were all idiots. I hope you're not."

"How did he teach you?" Not paying attention to Liu Jie's choice of words, she felt he was just a hoodlum.

"That idiot made me buy practice questions. I did them during the day, and he explained them to me at night," Liu Jie said.

"Do you have any exam papers?" Cong Rong wanted to understand Liu Jie's current academic level.

"Uh, yes." Mentioning the papers, Liu Jie faltered.

"Take them out, let's start with your papers."

Seeing Cong Rong's resolute attitude, Liu Jie had no choice but to agree. He rummaged through an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf and
pulled out a stack of papers, handing them to Cong Rong.

She flipped through them, looking at the scores. The grades were surprisingly stable.

"...58...57...56...55, you did this on purpose, didn't you!" Looking at the large red crosses, Cong Rong's
face darkened.

Having reviewed Liu Jie's papers, Cong Rong had a general understanding of his level. This child wasn't
stupid; in fact, he could be considered quite intelligent. It was just that his previous learning methods were problematic, coupled with his aversion to teachers, that
had kept his grades low. Cong Rong quickly devised a plan to improve his performance, feeling confident that she could get Liu Jie a very good score in the diagnostic test within two weeks
.

Today's lesson went smoothly. Surprisingly, aside from being a bit sharp-tongued at the beginning, Liu Jie diligently
followed Cong Rong's lead throughout. Cong Rong was starting to wonder if she was missing out on this young man. The two hours passed quickly.
After declining Qin Xiaohui's invitation to stay for dinner, she left the Liu family home. However, she didn't notice that
Liu Jie was staring at her from the second-floor window of the villa, a wicked smile playing on his lips, clearly plotting something.

When Cong Rong returned home, Cong Haizhou hadn't come back yet. He had sent her a message saying he had a dinner
engagement that evening and told her to eat by herself and not wait for him. Cong Rong was happy that Cong Haizhou wasn't home; it was less stressful. Although they had
been together for over ten days, Cong Rong still wasn't quite used to the sense of security Cong Haizhou provided.

After a quick dinner, Cong Rong returned to her room and organized some junior high school study materials. She then
searched online for past middle school entrance exam papers and began diligently working on her lesson plan. She wanted to improve Liu Jie
's grades in a short time. If she could help Liu Jie get into a good high school,
the reward should be substantial.

She worked until after ten o'clock. Cong Rong stretched her shoulders, which were tired from organizing the lesson plan.
Why hadn't Cong Haizhou returned yet? He usually didn't come home this late.
She .

A knock came at the door. Cong Rong opened it and saw several of Cong Haizhou's friends
helping a tipsy Cong Haizhou back. After helping Cong Rong to the bedroom, they explained that it was the anniversary of Cong Rong
's mother's death, and Cong Haizhou was too saddened to drink much. They asked Cong Rong to keep an eye on him before leaving.

After seeing Cong Haizhou's friends off, Cong Rong went into the bedroom to help him take off his shoes, moved his legs
to the bed, and covered him with a thin blanket. Watching Cong Haizhou sobbing softly in anguish,

"Xiao Rou, I miss you so much! How could you leave us like this?"

Seeing Cong Haizhou's pained expression, Cong Rong felt a pang of heartache and began to feel sad. However, she
felt a strange sadness, as if it wasn't her thoughts, but rather a direct
emotional . She went to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and brought back a towel. After wetting it, she gently
wiped the sweat and tears from Cong Haizhou's face.

Cong Haizhou vaguely felt a woman wiping his face with a hot towel, the same actions his
wife when he was occasionally drunk. In a daze, Cong Haizhou suddenly embraced the
woman and forcefully caressed her breasts.

"Xiao Rou!! You're back! I knew you'd come back to see me. I missed you so much, I want you!"

Cong Haizhou inhaled the familiar scent of Lin Rou, which he hadn't smelled in so long.

"Cong Haizhou, let me go! You've mistaken me for someone else! Let me go!!"

The woman beneath him began to scream and struggle. The more she tried to break free, the harder Cong Haizhou held on. He dared not
let go; he was certain that the voice calling him Cong Haizhou was Lin Rou's. He was afraid that if he let go, Lin Rou would disappear! He
pressed her onto the bed and continued to squeeze her breasts forcefully. Suddenly, the woman beneath him stopped struggling and no longer
resisted. So, Cong Haizhou began to undress her.

After unbuttoning her blouse, Cong Haizhou lifted her bra and saw her breasts, which weren't large.
But their shape was beautiful, firm, snow-white breasts, pink nipples—how long had it been since he'd seen Xiaorou's
captivating breasts! How long? He couldn't remember how long it had been. But! But even three thousand years later, those breasts
would still enchant Cong Haizhou!

Cong Haizhou, who had been abstinent for many years, was overwhelmed by desire and lost in confusion. He vigorously caressed and played with those alluring
breasts… Then, he pulled down the woman's pants, roughly spread her legs, buried his head between them, and
kissed her vulva.

She, who had been lying on the bed, letting Cong Haizhou do as he pleased, covered her vulva with her hands. She seemed to dislike
his actions. He roughly removed her hands, then ignored her resistance and passionately kissed her vulva!

Then, Cong Haizhou pulled down his pants, grasped his penis, aimed it at the woman's vaginal opening, and thrust it in!
In his dazed state, he didn't know the magnitude of the mistake that this thrust would make!

As his thick penis entered the woman's vagina, her body trembled. She pressed her hands against Cong
Haizhou 's chest, trying to push him away, but to no avail. He was heavy and strong, and she couldn't resist. Finally, she
relaxed her body again, letting him do as he pleased.

He thrust wildly into her vagina, finding it very pleasurable. Her vagina was narrow, like a tight bottle neck
gripping his penis.

"It hurts!...It hurts!..." she cried out, trying to push him away again. Cong Haizhou had no
reason to to her cries of pain, continuing to thrust. He noticed that her vaginal fluid was slowly increasing,
and the slightly astringent feeling was replaced by smooth lubrication. He was extremely excited and continued to thrust wildly. Actually, what was in the woman's vagina wasn't vaginal
fluid , but the blood from her hymen after it broke!

He ignored the woman's pained shoulders and continued to thrust into her vagina until he
ejaculated ! Semen and the woman's hymenal blood mixed together and flowed from her vaginal opening.

After ejaculating, Cong Haizhou collapsed onto the woman like a lump of mud, then
slowly drifted off to sleep, murmuring softly, "Xiao Rou... I love you... Xiao Rou... I missed you so much."

In fact, the instant Cong Haizhou's name was uttered, Cong Rong's soul seemed to be pulled from his body,
floating in mid-air with a strange third-person perspective, watching the lewd and chaotic scene on the bed. He saw
the frail female body beneath the strong male body suddenly become docile, obediently accepting the man's brutal ravaging.

She would instinctively resist actions she didn't like, but when faced with forced actions, she would meekly comply,
passively and gently accepting the already somewhat rough beatings. After the man's
lust was exhausted and he collapsed like mud, she would gently hold his head to her chest, as if holding the most precious
treasure.

Suddenly, the world spun around her, and all her senses returned to her brain in an instant. Her whole body
ached as if she had been hit by a train, especially her genitals. The penis, still hard after ejaculation,
felt like a red-hot iron rod, as if it would tear Congrong in two from her vagina. The man's massive body pressed down on her
without any support, making her feel like she was being crushed under a mountain, making it difficult to breathe.
After a few weak groans from her nose, Congrong felt as if her soul had
returned to her body.

Her unfocused gaze slowly regained focus, and she felt a phantom figure
smiling down at her from mid-air in the bedroom. The slightly parted lips made no sound, but Congrong instantly understood what it
meant. It was a daughter offering her father her final comfort, even though such comfort was not
accepted by the world. But she was leaving, so why should she care about such things? Cong Rong knew she hoped he would treat her
father , and she gave him her body as payment. From today onward, her last vestige of obsession
slowly faded.

After Cong Rong softly said, "I understand, I will," the illusory human form suddenly
became incredibly holy and then slowly dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened, as if it were all just an
illusion that had never existed. Even Cong Rong himself
couldn't say for sure whether Cong Rong's last vestige of obsession had come and gone. Perhaps it was just a foolish thing he had done out of sudden pity for a man caught in an obsession
.

He endured the discomfort and pain, pulling himself out from under Cong Haizhou's body. Especially
when he pulled the still-erect penis out of her vagina, it felt like sawing his own body open
. Finally, after pulling his entire body out, he slowly got out of bed and limped towards the bathroom.

She felt something sliding down her thigh; it must have been the semen Cong Haizhou had ejaculated inside her earlier. Before
, after a full-fledged battle, she would watch Shao Min slowly climb out of bed to clean herself up in the bathroom. At that time, she
felt a sense of conquest and satisfaction as she watched the semen slide down her thighs. She never imagined that one
day semen would slide down her own thighs. She wondered what Cong Haizhou, now like a rag doll, would feel if he saw the semen sliding out of his daughter's
body . Cong Rong thought maliciously

. She hadn't expected her first time as a woman to be so terrible. Her whole body ached. Her neck
was covered in hickeys from being sucked, and her tender breasts were covered in bruises from being grabbed by large hands.
She . Surprisingly, Cong Rong didn't
feel any shame, sorrow, or anger after being raped. It was as if something insignificant had just happened. She turned on
the shower adjusted the water temperature. The warm water washed over her body, bringing a sense of comfort. In a short while,
most of the discomfort was washed away with the water. She picked up a towel, dried herself, and started cleaning up the mess without putting on any
clothes . She dragged her still-painful lower body around.

Cong Rong took the basin of water she had just brought to the bedroom back to the bathroom and changed the water to warm water. Then, with difficulty
, she turned Cong Haizhou, who was still lying face down on the bed, over.
She wet a towel and began to wipe Cong Haizhou's body with the warm towel. After wiping away the sweat from his upper body, she rinsed the towel again and began to wipe his still-erect penis, which was a mess of semen and
blood. Looking at the penis that had just been ravaging her, Cong Rong
felt surprisingly calm; she even had the mind to think how terrifying it was for a man who had abstained from sex for ten years.

Holding his penis in one hand and using the towel in the other, she gently wiped Cong Haizhou's scrotum, groin, and penis.
Because there was a lot of dried blood and semen on his penis, Cong Rong had to lower her head and gently wipe it
up and down . However, she underestimated the urges of a man who had been abstinent for ten years. Before she could even wipe it a few times,
the hand holding his penis felt it begin to swell. The experienced Cong Rong knew this was a sign he was about to ejaculate. Before she could react,
thick semen gushed out, soaking her face and even getting some into her mouth.

She didn't care that she had just used the same towel to wipe Cong Haizhou's buttocks and penis; she simply wiped
her face . Surprisingly, Cong Rong didn't feel particularly disgusted. Subconsciously, she believed
that this was the price she had to pay, the price of life. Cong Rong was dead; Cong Rong, who had lived in her place, should
bear everything that Cong Rong should and was willing to bear.

After cleaning up the traces of lovemaking on Cong Haizhou's body, Cong Rong slowly walked back to her room, collapsed onto
the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep…

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