Sinful desires (11)

11. A heartbroken woman unexpectedly encounters the man she loves, but is unable to escape her husband's clutches and her father's entanglement. It was nearing the end of the year, and every household was busy preparing for the festivities. Chunhua was filled with anxiety. The approaching New Year always seemed to inadvertently force people to make some kind of ultimate
decision . What should she do? Her sister's last words made her vaguely aware of her sister's past.
Had her father also slept with her sister? Otherwise, why was her sister so heartbroken when she left? And why was she so resentful as she tried to console
herself? Was she leaving home just to escape this devilish father? Even though her sister hadn't been slept with by him,
her father had at least forced and harassed her. She had run away from home because she couldn't bear his humiliation. Her sister, too,
had been repeatedly violated and raped by their father. Just thinking about that 'rape' gave her goosebumps. Her father's
thing was so big and thick; every time it felt like it was tearing her apart. Although a woman's body has
its own tightness, when her father suddenly penetrated her, and she was tense, it felt like it was being torn apart, a tearing
pain on both sides as he moved. Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached between her legs and rubbed that area, which still seemed to ache slightly.
The scar from the surgery she had there still remained, a permanent mark left by her father.
Touching that mark, a thought flashed through her mind: could her sister have been pregnant too? A shadow of gloom crossed her face. Remembering
how her father had slept with her again right after her miscarriage, she felt a chill run down her spine. What a beastly father he was. It must have been her older sister who couldn't bear Father's torment and left. She remembered how Mother used to
whisper amongst themselves in the room, her sister sobbing, but when she pushed the door open, they'd fall
silent. Now, recalling those moments, things became much clearer. So Father hadn't just slept with her; he'd slept with her too. That meant
he'd slept with all three women in the family. His relationship with Mother was understandable, but he'd slept with her, and after she left,
he'd forced himself on her. It seemed Father had forced her away. Father was inhuman. Just thinking about how his vile thing had repeatedly
penetrated Mother and Sister, his dripping penis covered in their fluids, made her
nauseous . So Father had slept with her first? Hadn't his penis penetrated her countless times, then Mother
? Her face burned, and that terrifying thing seemed to reappear before her eyes. She knew in her heart that her father
wouldn't let her go; he would come looking for her again. Even though her mother had argued with him, a leopard can't change its spots.
Once crumble, they can never be repaired. Looking at the desolate bedside and the countless times
her father had shamelessly demanded sex from her, she felt a tightness in her chest. It was on this very bed that her father had repeatedly pulled back the covers and crawled in, shamelessly demanding sex from her,
then forcefully conquering his unwilling daughter, brutally inserting his filthy member into her body,
then awkwardly panting as he did so. Each time, the bed creaked under the weight, a testament to her father's
sins. She couldn't stay in this house any longer. On New Year's Eve, Chunhua went out alone, without saying goodbye to anyone. Her mother was so useless; sometimes she truly hated
her. Just thinking about her father pinning her down right under her mother's nose—her legs trembled. She was utterly
ashamed her father had done that to her in front of her mother. She didn't tell her sister, who had returned home for the New Year, even though she vaguely knew what her father and sister had done. Since
Qiuhua's return, her gaze towards her father had been both fearful and cold, and she often avoided him, never calling him "Father,"
completely unlike a daughter returning home after marriage. Having done that kind of thing with her own father, how could she still call him "Father"? That was something
only with her man! Of course, she couldn't call him "Father." No wonder people are so averse to incest; this kind of relationship—not father, not man—is truly
embarrassing. The chilling north wind, carrying the first loneliness of her life, swept over her. She decided not to go home; she felt a kind
of defiant pleasure. She slowly stopped in the desolate factory construction site in the suburbs. She noticed
the person following her had also stopped; he had been following her for a long time. He called to her, "Where are you going?" Chunhua didn't answer, her heart gradually panicking. She just quickened her pace. Could he be a bad person? But how bad could a 'bad person' be? Could there be anyone worse than
the 'devil' at home ?
—Steeling her heart, she stopped, turned around, and her eyes lit up. A tall, fair-skinned young man
in his was walking towards her gently. She felt a surge of warmth and
intimacy wash over her. In that very instant their eyes met, a long-
suppressed sense of grievance welled up inside Chunhua, and tears streamed down her face. "What's bothering you?" His gentle and considerate tone was unlike anything Chunhua had ever experienced before. "Do you
think I'm a bad person?" he teased. Those two sentences instantly soothed Chunhua. She felt her heart completely connect with his, for
she had never received such comforting gaze from a man. As they walked back side by side, Chunhua learned about the young man's background; they shared a similar painful
past. The young man treated her to a meal at his home. A bowl of cold vegetables and half a plate of leftover roast chicken were served. Watching him busily
clear the dishes, she couldn't sit still; tears streamed down her face. The young man immediately pulled out
a dirty handkerchief and frantically wiped her tears. She didn't refuse. In her later statement, Chunhua wrote about her feelings after meeting Feng. "After meeting Feng, I thought I could leave this home, I could stop
living . But I thought I couldn't let him know about this. To escape this family as soon as possible and have my
own peaceful home, I should hide my relationship with my father." Chunhua was lucky; the young man she met on the street was a decent person, honest and kind, as later
events showed. Seeing Chunhua's hesitation to go home, he jokingly said to her, "
How about we get married?" Surprisingly, this joke won her agreement. She readily agreed; she
desperately needed a home. So, a little over a month after they met, without any formal ceremony or
dowry , two people with similar experiences became husband and wife in the truest sense. Chunhua still remembers
the moment she stepped out of the house; her father treated her coldly, smashing dishes and bowls, running around restlessly. When Feng,
as the groom, paid respects to his parents, he watched coldly and gave him the cold shoulder. Chunhua knew that her father didn't want her to get married from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he didn't want her to leave like this,
didn't want to lose a tool for pleasure. He wanted to stop her, but as a father, he had no reason to keep his daughter
at home forever. What would that be? A father who prevented his daughter from getting married would only become the laughingstock of the neighborhood. People would look at the daughter who was always by her father's side and laugh, gossiping that so-and-so kept his
daughter at home for his own use. Some would even mischievously hide under the eaves to eavesdrop on the father's sexual activities,
and then, even more unscrupulously, spread rumors about incestuous sex between the daughter and her father.
Images of embracing and kissing by the window and behind the table, of riding on his daughter outside the courtyard wall—all sorts of
obscene scenes would circulate everywhere, some true, some false, becoming powerful
evidence of incest in the Shou family. Faced with all this, the mother could only force a smile and deal with the neighbors' congratulations. Chunhua felt a tightness
in her chest , but she had to force a few bright smiles to add some joy to the not-so-grand wedding.
Her father's behavior not only chilled her heart, but more importantly, it showed him no affection whatsoever. She had suffered
too much injustice; her heart was completely immersed in pain. Countless sleepless nights had been spent enduring humiliation and
torment at her father's hands. Sometimes it was when her mother wasn't home, sometimes it was late at night when her mother was asleep,
and then her father would sneak out. Even if she closed the door, her father would stand in front of her door and knock incessantly until she was afraid of waking the neighbors and
had to open it. Then her father would take her naked and pull her onto the bed. To this day, there are still
traces of her fear on that bed. Then would come endless panting and tireless tossing and turning until her bones were
almost broken from his tossing and turning. Only then would he climb on top of her, and after a few thrusts, he would lie on her belly like a turtle and ejaculate.
Then he would hold her until dawn. The mere thought of that face filled her with nausea and sent shivers down her spine. That kind of life was simply inhuman.
Her father , whenever he wanted, would press down on her regardless of time, place, or even her physical condition
, and he would pervertedly manipulate every organ of her body that interested him. Then he would thrust his ugly, grotesque member into
her until he collapsed on top of her, snoring. That was the man she called "Dad." From
the very first day Chunhua became a young girl, this man had possessed her, monopolized his own daughter's body. He wouldn't allow anyone else to touch her, much
less compete with him for her. He treated his daughter as his own private property. In fact, he had become his daughter's man and sexual partner in name only. Chunhua had no
attachment to this family anymore. But precisely because of this, Chunhua always felt a little guilty towards her husband. On
their wedding night, he hadn't taken her virginity. She was a discarded branch from her father's time. In fact,
Chunhua had cuckolded him right after their marriage, making him bear the heavy humiliation of being a man, making him taste her manhood that her father
had repeatedly refined and couldn't chew or chew, and swallow her father's dishwater. But it was
a secret she could never speak of. She only silently compensated him in daily life. On their wedding night, when the young man watched her get into bed with glee, she was at a loss.
She let her husband undress her. Just as he climbed on top of her, her whole body convulsed, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She was so
afraid of doing this. It was as if her father was pressing down on her again. She got goosebumps all over. In her numbness, she
and he completed their first time having sex. This was supposed to be her first time with a man, but this precious
first time had already been squandered and enjoyed by her own father. If you count the men, she already had two, though
her father wasn't publicly acknowledged; he was only her de facto man in bed and on her body. She developed a fear of sex, even though she had done the same thing almost every day before and had
been violated by her father countless times. But to compensate her husband, she silently endured everything he did, fulfilling her
duties as a wife. As the initial novelty wore off, the husband noticed subtle signs and had to become even more tender and
comforting towards her. He didn't understand why his wife was so afraid of intimacy. Sometimes, to arouse her passion, he
had to endure the torment of sex and whisper sweet nothings to her, waiting for her to respond. To break down her fear, he
even refrained from penetration. Chunhua increasingly felt the harmony between them. Her husband's tender caresses gradually
melted the ice in her heart. The initial sexual experience stemming from her father's brutality and fear was gone, replaced
by a growing desire ignited by her husband. She began to savor the ultimate pleasure of sex,
gradually active, from fear to enjoyment. She no longer thought about those days and nights with her father and
wholeheartedly did what a wife should do. Her honeymoon had barely ended when she became pregnant. This time, however, it meant she was a mother for the first time. Watching
her belly grow bigger each day, a deep, indescribable bitterness often welled up inside her. Remembering those nightmarish days of
fear and the painful D&C she endured, she felt a wave of pain wash over her. If only that first pregnancy had been with Feng
! She was almost a year old, old enough to call him "Dad" and "Mom." Just thinking of her father made her chest tighten. She sighed
. It was that beast called "Dad" who had caused this misfortune, making her pregnant for the first time—pregnant with her own father's child.
When she first heard she was pregnant, she was stunned. She didn't know what to do. Good heavens! She wasn't even
married , just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. How could she be pregnant, carrying her own child? She secretly touched her belly, as if touching the bastard child her father had planted inside. She even
contemplated suicide. Because she was afraid of being looked down upon for her large pregnant belly, afraid of being gossiped
about behind her back by her classmates, she desperately needed to live as an equal with others, but she no longer had that privilege. If she could tolerate her father forcing her to sleep with him secretly and lewdly molesting her, the
burden of being accused of incest with him, and the large belly of a child conceived through incest, made her lose all
will to live. She hated her father, hated his depravity for toying with his own daughter, hated his
inhumanity for getting his own daughter pregnant. But her father didn't care about any of that; his rape of his daughter had reached
a point of utter depravity. He still raped her when no one was around, playing with her behind her mother's back. Now that she had Feng, she could escape
her father 's clutches, but seeing her husband working tirelessly to build their small family, the nascent happiness she felt
plummeted into an abyss. She was afraid, afraid that beast would once again infiltrate her life. Whenever her husband finished his day's work and craved a moment of intimate bliss under the lamplight, she would shyly
offer herself to him, comforting his thirsty body. When his hard penis entered her wet vagina,
an unprecedented pleasure almost made her faint. She desperately sought him beneath her, yielding and yielding,
completely disregarding her own body. She knew from her father that the more wanton a woman was during this act, the more it aroused a man's interest. So,
she swayed her hips frantically to meet him, entwining herself around him. Occasionally, her father's image would flash before her eyes, but only briefly
. In those fleeting thoughts, she became even more unrestrained, clinging to him, releasing and drawing pleasure. She didn't know
what role her father played in her heart at that moment, but in subsequent lovemaking, she increasingly liked to imagine her father,
imagining his enormous penis. Her desire grew fiercer, as if she were the one having sex with her husband. Only when he climbed down, covered in sweat, would she sit up and, like a mother, stroke his head, drying him.
Sweat beaded on her face. Sometimes, when her husband was aroused by her, he would turn around and try to take her there with his mouth, and she would frantically push
him away. "What's wrong?" "It's dirty there." She always used this excuse to cover it up, but what she found even more unbearable was the
teasing her father had done to her in the past. To be honest, her father was the most unforgettable woman in this regard
. Although she always felt an unbearable sense of shame, she couldn't resist her father's experienced teasing. Under his
various provocative and even humiliating actions, it was her body and senses that collapsed first. It wasn't just
blasphemy, but a complete conquest and lovemaking. After she succumbed to his lewdness and submitted to him, he would always tease her in that area, using obscene language
and rough actions to relax her tense nerves, arouse her desire, and gradually break down her shyness and
dismantle her inherent resistance. He would go to great lengths, using his hands, toes, and mouth to arouse
her passion, and then, in her uncontrollable longing and ascent, he would roughly thrust in at just the right moment, making her
involuntarily fall into the vortex of desire. Chunhua blushed and hugged her husband, pressing him down. Let the unbearable past be buried there; Chunhua felt
as if her father was being buried with her as she hugged her husband.

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