Sinful Love (Father-Daughter Relationship) - Part 2, Chapter 37

Lin Yin was awakened by the pain. When she opened her eyes, it was already daylight. Sunlight shone through the narrow gap in the curtains, dispelling some of the darkness, but the entire room was still shrouded in a hazy gloom.
She lay on a thick blanket, still naked, her clothes torn to shreds and lying on the floor, the throbbing pain in her lower body causing her to groan incessantly.
She thought she was dead, but unexpectedly, she was still alive. She tried to move, and her whole body felt like it was being electrocuted—the pain was excruciating. The pain brought her back to consciousness, the red and white marks on her body constantly reminding her of what a crazy night it had been. Her body was covered in red marks, not a single spot was missing, and she could even recall the familiar touch! She remembered, last night she and he… skin to skin, lips to lips, bodies joined…
My body aches, but my spirit aches even more; my eyes, which I wanted to cry from, have dried up.
A dark shadow gathered around, and she looked up to see Lin Rui sitting beside her, wrapped in a bath towel and shirtless. Thin, long bloodstains were clearly visible on Lin Rui's body; these were marks left by Lin Yin while she was unconscious.
She looked away, a hint of fear in her eyes.
The man lowered his head and kissed her trembling eyes. The girl gathered all her strength and turned her head away, avoiding the kiss.
Lin Rui chuckled, turned Lin Yin's head, and gently helped her sit up against his chest. He lifted her delicate chin and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Lin Yin didn't speak, not because she didn't want to, but because after a night of intense activity, she had lost the strength to speak. Now, even moving her lips felt like her whole body was falling apart; every bone, every muscle, and even every nerve was throbbing—she was like an unconscious doll being manipulated at will by Lin Rui.
Lin Ruijun's handsome face was very gentle. Sometime during the day, a glass of milk appeared in his hand. He took a sip, and while Lin Yin was still confused, he kissed her lips, feeding her the warm liquid.
White milk and clear tears slid down Lin Yin's face together. Lin Rui stared in astonishment at her pitiful appearance. His suppressed desire, which had been suppressed for most of the night, resurfaced. He didn't even give Lin Yin a chance to scream before opening her legs again—for him, it was just another step forward on the road of no return; the deed was already done.
"Ah!" Lin Yin let out a sound that was both a scream and a groan. She had no idea how things had escalated to this point. She hadn't even protested what happened last night, and now everything was happening again in a daze. Before she could react, Lin Rui was already moving rhythmically inside her.
Lin Rui held Lin Yin's thin body, his eyes darkening. He buried his burgeoning desire inside her and began to ravage her. The terrifying intercourse caused Lin Yin to cry out.
"Let go... let go of me!... Ah... no, no, I can't take it anymore!" Her voice was hoarse from shouting, tinged with a hint of despair.
The girl's fair arms clung tightly to Lin Rui's neck, like two winding white snakes coiling around him. She began to lose her senses in the gradually surging pleasure, but fear remained.
"No, no more..." Lin Yin cried out as she struggled, "No...we're not like that...we're father and daughter..."
“You are mine! You’ve been mine since birth!” he whispered, biting her soft earlobe.
"No..." she cried and gasped, vehemently denying this strange relationship.
But Lin Rui mercilessly shattered her fragile heart. "Do you know what we're doing right now?"
Lin Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes.
Lin Rui cruelly declared, "We are performing the rituals of the Duke of Zhou!"
Lin Yin opened her eyes abruptly—Lin Rui was so cold and ruthless at this moment. In Lin Yin's memory, she had never seen such a wicked Lin Rui. He had ruthlessly shattered all the beautiful impressions she had of "father" and "Lin Rui".
My life for the past 17 years has been built on a foundation of falsehood and lies—
"Do you know that with this kind of relationship, we can never go back to the way things were?"
There's no going back...
She closed her eyes in despair, letting her body sway as if her heart had died.
There's no going back...
After the false bubble bursts, all that remains is the cruel, cold truth—an indelible mark imprinted on one's soul and body.

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