Father's Sleepless Night

From Xiaoying's diary entry, I saw her desires, struggles, pain, guilt, regret, and most

importantly, her deep love for me, her husband.

Seeing the pain revealed in her diary, I suddenly felt a pang of regret. If it weren't for my

plan and my pushing, Xiaoying wouldn't be in this situation.

Thinking about Xiaoying's current mental state, my heart is filled with guilt and heartache.

But there's no turning back now; what's done is done. I can only continue, at least to make sure things go

as I envisioned, hoping it will end in a happy ending, not a tragedy.

We have a smart washing machine at home, and we usually only run

it .

So I believe Xiaoying's nightgown from last night is still in the washing machine. I shut down the computer, went

to the bathroom, opened the washing machine, and with mixed feelings, found the nightgown.

It was buried under layers of dirty clothes; it seems Xiaoying deliberately placed it at the bottom last night,

just in case someone found it.

I picked up the nightgown and slowly unfolded it, like opening a captivating novel, my

heart filled with an eager anticipation to know what would happen next.

Gradually, the dried semen was revealed before me.

The semen my father had ejaculated on it last night had dried and turned white, the traces so clear. Although dried

, the hormonal scent emanating from it was still so distinct and strong, as if it had just been sprayed on

.

I had seen everything last night on video, but since it wasn't live recording, it felt

like , so unreal.

Only the semen stains on this nightgown made me feel that everything I had seen last night

was .

I calmed myself down and slowly put the nightgown back in its original place.

With a dazed mind, I went to bed and looked at Xiaoying's sleeping, adorable face. I

couldn't describe .

There was relief, love, heartache, and a touch of jealousy and regret.

Xiaoying was still fast asleep, but occasionally she would furrow her brow, as if she were having a troublesome

dream, which made her show a hint of sorrow even in her sleep.

I thought that Xiaoying must be dreaming about everything that happened in her father's bedroom last night, causing her

to show pain and sorrow again in her dream.

I gently kissed her forehead, lay down beside her, and held her tightly.

No matter what happened between her and her father in the end, she will always be my most beloved wife. Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep amidst

complicated emotions.

Because I couldn't see what was happening in my father's bedroom that night, I was left anxiously waiting in the bedroom

. That feeling of desperately wanting to know what was happening was something I didn't want to repeat.

I decided to use my bonus this month to upgrade the home surveillance equipment. Since my salary is a base salary plus commission

, my monthly salary is not fixed, so I can use some "secret money"

to upgrade the equipment.

I contacted the seller of the surveillance camera again and asked for real-time monitoring.

After paying a certain amount, the seller sent me a signal output device, which looked like a

wireless router but also had router functions.

Meanwhile, I also had a dongle, shaped like a USB flash drive. By plugging it into any internet-connected

computer, opening the software, and using my home Wi-Fi transmitter, I could

control the cameras in my home for real-time monitoring.

I replaced my home router with it. During the day at work, I used my work computer to test

it out; the picture was incredibly clear and smooth. I could finally see everything at home in real time. The anxiety of

wanting to see —I really didn't want it to happen again.

Several days passed peacefully. Aside from the passionate encounter between my father and Xiaoying that day,

everything else seemed normal. Aside from Xiaoying and my father occasionally secretly observing each other and expressing their

desire , nothing else happened.

This made me anxious, but I had no idea what to do next.

Everything seemed to be at a standstill.

Just then, the company's annual training period arrived, and I had to go to the company headquarters in Shenyang for

training, a business trip that would take a week.

I'd already worked at this company for five years and attended training four times; this was my fifth time.

After arriving home, I told Xiaoying and my father about my business trip. A hint of reluctance flashed in Xiaoying's eyes

. After all, Xiaoying and I rarely separated. Every time I went on a business trip or was away from home, Xiaoying would call

to check on me, her voice full of longing.

Xiaoying packed my toiletries and personal belongings, inevitably giving me a series of instructions—the

usual womanly nagging—but even in these nagging words, I could still see Xiaoying's concern for me.

At that moment, I suddenly thought that during the week I was away, only Xiaoying and my father

were . Could something have sparked between them while I was away? After all, Xiaoying and my father had both

developed an interest and desire for each other. Perhaps this business trip would be a good opportunity for my plans.

With mixed feelings, I boarded the train to Shenyang. During the nearly one-hour journey, I

tossed and turned in my sleeper berth, unable to sleep, my heart filled with anticipation.

Finally, in a half-asleep state, the train arrived in Shenyang. I found my hotel and lay down on the bed

to relieve the fatigue from the long train journey. Xiaoying called me three times during the journey, and

only when she heard that I had arrived safely did she finally relax.

"Honey, remember to take your medicine on time. I'm not here to remind you, so please take good care of yourself."

"Honey, don't drink too much at your gatherings with colleagues. Your health isn't very good to begin with."

"Honey, wear more clothes when you go out, be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiaoying is really persistent. She says these words to me countless times at home, yet she never tires of them. But the care and concern

she shows for me still touches my heart and warms my soul.

Perhaps because I was too tired, on my first night in Shenyang, I didn't turn on the home security camera. I figured

nothing would happen at home on the first day, and I went to sleep early, exhausted.

The next morning, after breakfast, I took a car to the company headquarters.

Sitting in the headquarters' electronic classroom, I felt a little strange. Usually,

Xiaoying would call me in the morning to wake me up and ask how I was doing. But this morning, she didn't call at all

.

The training days were tedious and boring. Every time I was in the training hall, I was absent-minded,

thinking about what might have happened at home, and also wondering why Xiaoying hadn't called me this morning.

Finally, the first day of training was over. I turned down

all the dinner and drinking engagements with colleagues and friends, grabbed a quick bite, and headed to the hotel.

Sitting on the hotel bed, I opened my laptop.

I remembered that Xiaoying hadn't called me that morning. To clear up my doubts, I decided to

call her and find out what was going on.

I found Xiaoying's number in my contacts, and just as I was about to dial, my phone rang. I

glanced at the screen; it was Xiaoying calling.

I eagerly answered
, but I didn't hear her usual eager voice. Normally, she

would have started chattering away like a little bird. Instead, there was silence on the other end .

Just as I thought it was a bad signal, Xiaoying's soft voice suddenly came through the phone. That was always her first line when she called me. But today, her tone was a little off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "I've eaten. What's wrong, Xiaoying? You sound so weak. Are you sick?" I asked curiously. "No, no, I'm perfectly healthy. How could I be sick?" Xiaoying suddenly stammered, seemingly caught off guard by my question . "That's good. Are Father and the child alright?" Although it felt strange, I didn't think much of it. "They're fine. What could possibly be wrong?" Xiaoying was still a bit incoherent. "It's been a day, and you've become a stutterer, honey?" I teased her. "Oh, you're the one who stutters!" Xiaoying finally replied in a normal tone. After saying that, Xiaoying suddenly fell silent. In our conversations, Xiaoying usually took the lead, speaking first and then me. I was always the one in control. "Husband," after a long silence, Xiaoying suddenly called out my pet name with a tearful voice. I felt a little strange. Why was Xiaoying suddenly crying? "Xiaoying, don't scare your husband. What's wrong? Why are you crying for no reason? What happened? Tell your husband , sweetie." I asked anxiously. At that moment, my heart tightened. Something must have happened to Xiaoying. "Nothing, husband, I just miss you so much. Come as soon as you're done with your training. I really miss you." Xiaoying calmed down for a long time before finally stopping crying and speaking to me in a heavy, nasal voice. "Silly girl, it's not like your husband will never come. Just stay home and wait for your husband to come. I'll bring you a gift." I comforted Xiaoying. Although I had countless questions in my mind, the focus at this moment was to comfort Xiaoying and then figure out the reason myself so I could find out what had happened. "Okay, husband, take care of yourself and get some rest. Before you hang up, can you give your wife a kiss on the phone ?" My wife said sweetly on the phone. Usually, Xiaoying would talk to me in a cheerful tone. It was really abnormal for her to be so serious and earnest now. "Smack~~~," I kissed Xiaoying on the phone's microphone, wanting to say something more, but before I could speak, she hung up. Looking at the disconnected call, my questions deepened. What happened? Then it suddenly dawned on me: I hadn't checked , nor had I monitored anything that happened at home. Could something have happened between Xiaoying and my father last night ? That's why Xiaoying's mood was so unusual today. I quickly took the dongle from my laptop bag, inserted it into my laptop, and turned on the wireless card... I accessed the monitoring page. After my upgrade, the home surveillance equipment can now record video and provide real-time images. I set the monitoring time to the time Xiaoying got home from work yesterday. When she got home, Xiaoying seemed a little dejected, perhaps because she missed me, or perhaps because I wasn't there, and her only comfort was gone, leaving her feeling empty. "Dad, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you," Xiaoying asked her father from the living room after tidying up the house, instead of turning on the computer as usual. "Anything will do. There are some leftovers from yesterday; just heat them up."

Her father was a frugal man; he wouldn't throw away leftovers and would eat until everything was clean—

that's how the older generation was.

"Dad, life is better now. Don't be so frugal. You've saved every penny your whole life; you should

enjoy your retirement." As she said this, Xiaoying went to the kitchen. Dinner was served, and Xiaoying had made her father's

favorite braised beef cheek. As they ate, her father opened a bottle of liquor and poured himself a glass of baijiu

. He rarely drank unless guests came or it was a holiday, so Xiaoying found it strange that he was suddenly

drinking But as a daughter-in-law, Xiaoying couldn't interfere with her father-in-law's behavior.

Although she frowned slightly, a little puzzled, she didn't say anything—a lady's manners... He ate his meal slowly. "Xiaoying,

have a drink with Dad. It's rare that we're home alone today, Jincheng isn't here, so let's have a good talk.

You gave up so many men who were much better than Jincheng to marry into our family, enduring a lot of hardship.

You and Jincheng worked hard and frugally to build everything we have now. As the only elder in this family, I'm truly grateful to you."

The father took another glass and poured half a glass of baijiu for Xiaoying. When the father said this, I

saw gratitude in his eyes, a pure gratitude. I believe that when the father said these words, his heart was

very pure. Perhaps... Remembering the ups and downs and grievances they had endured since their marriage, Xiaoying

felt her father-in-law's recognition of her hard work after hearing his words. Her eyes reddened slightly as she accepted the half-glass of baijiu from

her father . "What are you saying, Dad? Jincheng loves me very much. He's a good man, and you're a

good father too, treating me like your own daughter. This family has never caused me any hardship. Really, with

a good husband, a good father-in-law, and a healthy and adorable son, what more could I ask for?" Xiaoying

smiled through her tears as she clinked glasses with her father, then took a sip of baijiu. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to baijiu... The spiciness of the liquor made

Xiaoying cough after taking a sip. "If you can't drink, then don't," her father

said, a hint of heartache in his eyes as he saw her cough. "It's alright, it's rare to have a drink with Dad," Xiaoying said, calming down before starting to

chat and drink with her father.

Slowly and felt relieved, they poured themselves a second glass. "Xiaoying, you seem to have something on your mind lately,

"

her father said, seemingly hinting at something. Xiaoying froze

, nearly dropping her glass.

"No, nothing, Dad, you're overthinking it. What could possibly be wrong?"

Xiaoying blushed slightly, looking down at her father, her long hair falling to cover her flushed

cheeks . It seemed she was remembering that night.

And perhaps she was also remembering my body, no longer possessing full sexual ability, unable to provide her with the pleasure of love

.

"That's good. If you and Jincheng encounter any financial difficulties, just tell Dad. Dad

has saved some money for retirement and funeral expenses. Whatever you and Jincheng need, Dad will give you everything.

After all I'm getting old and can't bring anything to the family anymore, I'll only add to the burden. When a person dies, they're just a handful of dust; keeping

this money is useless to me.

I'd rather bring something to the family." The father said to Xiaoying, and I could feel the sincerity in his words.

"Dad, really, it's nothing. You're overthinking it. Jincheng and I can completely handle everything at home. If

you say something like that again, I'll never talk to you again."

Xiaoying was deeply moved by these words. She raised her head and brushed her long, loose hair behind her ear,

her beautiful appearance radiating charm in the gesture.

Perhaps she felt wronged because of her father's misunderstanding, and suddenly uttered

these .

Perhaps realizing her mistake immediately, Xiaoying's fair neck flushed red.

The father was taken aback by Xiaoying's coquettish remark, unsure whether to hold his wine glass or

put it down , both feeling awkward.

After a moment of embarrassment, Xiaoying was the first to react.

"Never mind, Dad, let's keep drinking."

They sipped their wine, their faces gradually flushed with the effects of alcohol.

Their glasses emptied little by little, until only the bottom was left.
Xiaoying and her father finished their second glass of baijiu, both slightly tipsy, but still relatively sober . "Dad, let's keep drinking." Xiaoying's alcohol tolerance

was truly impressive . Perhaps because of her bad mood, Xiaoying picked up the bottle to pour more. "Xiaoying, you've had enough. Don't drink anymore. Jincheng isn't home. If we both drink too much, who will take care of the child?" The father quickly stopped her when he saw her about to pour more. Suddenly thinking of her son, Xiaoying put down her glass, and the two drank and chatted, sharing many heartfelt words , the atmosphere instantly brightening. Xiaoying was about to get up and clear the table, but her father, seeing she was a little drunk, insisted she not do it. Instead, he told her to watch over Haohao while he washed the dishes. Since Haohao had always been cared for by his father, and Xiaoying and I were often at work and rarely spent time with him , he was very close to his father and somewhat distant from us, unable to bear being separated from him even for a short while. Sure enough, after Xiaoying had just comforted Haohao for a while, he started crying and fussing. After clearing the table and dishes, the father quickly washed his hands and came to the living room. At that moment, Xiaoying, wearing a nightgown, was holding Haohao. Because Haohao was crying and grabbing at her, he accidentally pulled down Xiaoying's neckline, revealing her deep cleavage and white breasts. Luckily, she was wearing a bra under her nightgown; otherwise, her nipples and areolas would have been exposed.

Because Xiaoying didn't have breast milk after giving birth to Haohao, Haohao has been raised on formula since he was a baby. Therefore,

Xiaoying has never breastfed him, and apart from me, no one else has ever seen Xiaoying's breasts.

The moment Haohao pulled down Xiaoying's collar, exposing her breasts, her father happened to come out of the kitchen and

caught a glimpse of that exposed skin. Although Xiaoying quickly pulled her collar up again, the exposure lasted less than

two seconds.

Her father caught it; it was the first time he had truly seen Xiaoying's snow-white breasts and deep

cleavage. Although he couldn't see the areola and nipple, it still left him stunned and speechless.

After Xiaoying adjusted her collar, she looked up and saw her father standing there, her face flushed, and she

quickly turned away, still holding her child.

With her back to her father, Xiaoying didn't notice that, under the influence of alcohol, her father's

eyes .

Seeing Xiaoying blush and turn away, the father suddenly sobered up. Realizing his earlier lapse in composure, his face flushed

with embarrassment.

Hao Hao, seeing his grandfather come out of the kitchen, cried even harder in Xiaoying's arms, reaching for his grandfather's little hands

.

The father, watching Hao Hao's crying, felt a pang of tenderness and affection in his eyes.

He quickly went to Xiaoying to take Hao Hao from her. Xiaoying, already at her wits' end with Hao Hao's crying,

saw her father coming to her rescue and gently placed Hao Hao towards him. The father reached out to

embrace Hao Hao.

Perhaps because both Xiaoying and her father had been drinking, they were both a little tipsy and didn't quite control their strength. In this embrace

, as the father held Hao Hao, his fingertips brushed against Xiaoying's full, firm

breasts.

Clearly, it wasn't intentional, but that fleeting touch still made both of

them tremble. The father, in his nervousness, almost dropped Hao Hao, but quickly caught him.

Xiaoying and her father were both very embarrassed. It was the first time Xiaoying had been touched by another man, and

it was also the first time her father had touched Xiaoying's breasts

. Even when Xiaoying was drunk last time, he hadn't dared to reach out and grab her breasts.

Unexpectedly, their first breast contact happened unintentionally.

Hao Hao, who had almost been dropped by his father, was frightened and started crying loudly,

interrupting awkward silence.

Xiaoying and her father quickly comforted Hao Hao, and after a while, he finally stopped crying.

I saw Xiaoying and her father both breathe a sigh of relief, only then remembering

the physical contact that had just occurred.

Their eyes met, and upon realizing the other was looking at them, they

quickly looked away.

"Dad, I'm going to sleep. You should rest early too,"

Xiaoying said softly to her father, bowing her head.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep after Hao Hao falls asleep. You should go to sleep too,"

the father said, soothing Hao Hao with his head down. Neither of them looked up; it seemed the physical contact had left them both

temporarily unable to face each other.

Xiao Ying got up and slowly walked into the bedroom. The moment she stood up, the father looked up at

her back, his masculine desire intensifying, like a wolf eyeing its

prey with gleaming green eyes.

Xiao Ying went into the bedroom and closed the door. After that, the whole house fell silent, while the father continued to soothe Hao Hao

to sleep in the living room.

But after Xiao Ying entered the room, I noticed something was wrong. My mind went blank; I couldn't remember

what wrong.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly realized what was amiss.

In the past, even when I was at work and not home during the day, when it was just Xiao Ying and the father at home, Xiao Ying

would habitually

lock the bedroom door from the inside after closing it, whether she was sleeping or changing clothes.

Before, when I came home, if Xiao Ying was fast asleep in the bedroom and I couldn't open the door, I would knock to wake her up

before I could enter.

I even scolded her for it. We're family, is it really necessary to lock the bedroom door? It's obviously to protect

her father , how hurtful to his pride! It's as if she's afraid he'll come in and do something inappropriate to her. Xiaoying explained that if

her father accidentally pushed the door open while she was changing clothes, it could cause unnecessary misunderstandings and embarrassment, so she locked

the door .

I thought that made sense, so I stopped bothering her with locking the bedroom door

.

But just now, after Xiaoying went to the bedroom and closed the door, I didn't hear the sound of the door locking.

Thinking about this, I quickly played the recording, resetting the time to when Xiaoying went to the bedroom,

closed the door, and then there was no sound.

You see, the surveillance equipment I installed at home not only captures very clear images, but

also records very clear audio. The sound of the bedroom door locking is quite obvious. If the bedroom door was locked, I

could sound clearly in the recording, but I only heard the door closing, not any locking

sound.

Had Xiaoying forgotten to lock the door after drinking too much? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly

tightened.

My father, while comforting Haohao, would occasionally glance at

Xiaoying it wasn't locked.

In the video, I saw my father's brow furrow slightly; he seemed to sense something was amiss.

Soon, Haohao fell asleep, and my father gently placed him in his crib.

Then, dragging his heavy steps, he slowly turned off the living room light. As he passed Xiaoying's bedroom, my father...

His steps suddenly halted, his gaze returning to Xiaoying's bedroom door, the desire in his eyes growing stronger

.

After a long while, his father let out a long sigh and continued dragging his aged steps towards his

bedroom.

As his bedroom door closed, the entire room fell into darkness and silence.

All the lights were off, but the bright moonlight outside illuminated the room, making everything

clearly visible to the naked eye.

There was no sound in the video recording. I knew that the recording had returned to normal;

apart from my father's inadvertent touch on Xiaoying's breast, nothing unusual had happened.

But that shouldn't have caused such a drastic change in Xiaoying's emotions during the phone call, right? Xiaoying wasn't

the kind of person with a weak heart; she could handle this kind of accident.

I lit a cigarette, watching the silent recording. Time ticked by, I recalled

the events of the past few days, pondering my next plan, but I had no clue what to do. Gradually, an hour

passed , and an hour also passed in the recording. Everything in the recording remained quiet, without any

change or abnormality.

After smoking four cigarettes in a row, I was feeling sleepy. Just

as

, a "click" sound suddenly came from my headset. The sound was like a hammer blow

to my brain, instantly waking me up.

I quickly looked at the still-on recording on the computer screen. In the video, my father's bedroom door opened, and

my father, wearing pajamas, slowly walked out of the room. He walked very slowly, but my heart

tightened little by little because his destination was Xiaoying's bedroom.
Seeing my father slowly walking towards Xiaoying's bedroom, my hands trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't

believe that my father would go into Xiaoying's room. After all, this was different

from what I had expected. Things had developed in a way that was beyond my expectations.

Under my questioning gaze, my father reached Xiaoying's door.

My father extended his trembling right hand and slowly placed it on the doorknob of Xiaoying's bedroom. With just a slight press, my father

could open Xiaoying's door.

After placing his hand on Xiaoying's doorknob, my father suddenly hesitated. From his constantly shifting expressions

, I could see he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

After a few minutes, he didn't lock Xiaoying's bedroom door, but slowly removed his hand.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel disappointed; I still hoped he would go into Xiaoying

's bedroom.

Just when I thought he had given up on going to his own room, to my disbelief

, he stood at the doorway and began to take off his pajamas. Once the pajamas were off, his dark, muscular chest

was revealed , the skin of which was loose and wrinkled with age.

After removing his pajamas, he began to pull down his pajama bottoms, and then his

underwear .

His movements were fluid and seamless, without a single pause.

In the video, the father standing at Xiaoying's door was completely naked. His dark, muscular, wrinkled

, and loose-skinned old body was exposed to the moonlight. His thick, long penis was already

erect , appearing incredibly long and thick.

Perhaps due to nervousness, his body trembled slightly, and his large penis

swayed gently back and forth with his trembling.

His penis was so thick and long that the glans seemed to reach knee height,

demonstrating just how astonishing its length was.

Watching everything in the video, I couldn't believe it.

Was my father going to enter Xiaoying's room naked, with his penis exposed? Was he going to enter Xiaoying's room and have sex

with her ? Was my father deciding to take the risk of entering the bedroom to rape Xiaoying? After all, my father didn't know

that Xiaoying also had desire for him. If he did such a thing without knowing, it would be nothing short of

gambling, and if he lost, it would be an irreversible end.

Just as I was filled with questions, my father, who was standing naked in front of Xiaoying's bedroom door, took a deep breath.

It seemed he was encouraging himself, or perhaps giving himself confidence.

He placed his hand back on the doorknob and began to press down hard.

His grip on the doorknob felt like a grip on my heart, pushing my inner turmoil to

its limit.

With a "click," as my father pushed the doorknob to its limit, Xiaoying's door opened. Through the

crack, I saw Xiaoying lying on the bed. She was facing inwards, lying on her side, her long,

white legs slightly bent. Her shapely, round buttocks appeared so full and sensual due to her position. She

was wearing a nightgown, and her eyes were closed, seemingly fast asleep. Before I could observe Xiaoying's sexy, voluptuous

figure any further, my father entered Xiaoying's bedroom and slowly closed the door. As the door closed,

Xiaoying's sexy body and my father's naked body gradually disappeared from my sight. Looking at the closed door...

I saw Xiaoying and her father disappear, and I frantically tried to switch cameras. I needed to retrieve the footage from

Xiaoying bedroom that time so I could find out what was happening there.

My hands were trembling as I operated the laptop, and I accidentally clicked on several folders. I finally

found the file, but when I opened the folder containing the footage from Xiaoying and my bedroom, I was stunned.

The folder didn't contain last night's recording! What happened? Normally, there are four cameras, each

with its own folder to store the recorded footage. I had labeled each folder for easy access.

I was frantic. But when I opened the folder containing the videos from Xiaoying and me in our bedroom, besides the old recordings

, I couldn't find last night's footage. What was going on? I was frantic, almost ready to

smash , but after searching repeatedly without success, I finally gave up. I continued watching the living room

recording. Since I couldn't see the bedroom footage, I could only try to hear

some sound from the living room recording. I turned the volume on my laptop and the recording to maximum, but

still no sound came from Xiaoying's bedroom. About two minutes passed, and still no sound,

as if nothing had happened in the bedroom. The door blocked out the sound from the bedroom.

At that moment, the bedroom door was like a galaxy, forever separating the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who could only gaze at each other

but never meet. I never imagined that upgrading the surveillance equipment would still bring me this agonizing, anxious

feeling. All I could think about was getting home and smashing all the bedroom cameras. Just as I was

trembling with anger, Xiaoying suddenly cried out from the bedroom, "No!" Though

only two words, that cry instantly jolted me awake. My hair stood on end, and

I focused all my senses on my hearing. Was my father forcing himself on me? Was he raping me?

I listened intently, but about five minutes passed, and apart from Xiaoying's cry of "

No!", the bedroom fell silent again. I continued listening carefully, and just as

my ears started to ache and I was about to relax, a series of loud "

slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding suddenly came from the bedroom. These sounds struck me like a thunderbolt, sending my blood rushing

to my head , my entire body circulating rapidly. The "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding

continued unabated, so clear and crisp—

the sound of Xiaoying and my father's bodies colliding. Between the sounds, I heard my father and Xiaoying's rapid breathing.

It was so thick, long, and rapid, like someone who had been suffocating for a long time suddenly breathing

deeply . The sounds of flesh colliding and their panting still faintly lingered, and a

voice kept echoing in my mind, as if another version of myself was comforting me. "Mmm...mmm...ahhh..."

After about five minutes of the sounds of flesh colliding and their panting, Xiaoying began to emit sweet

moans . Those sweet moans were so enchanting that they would give any man goosebumps. Damn

, Xiaoying's moans were the best

aphrodisiac. Those moans, those

sounds of pleasure she used to make only when Xiaoying and I were making love. Now, listening to my woman moaning joyfully with someone else in my own bedroom, those

sounds were a cold thorn, piercing my heart. At that moment, the sounds of flesh colliding, Xiaoying's

cries of pleasure, and my father's heavy breathing mingled together, creating the most

aphrodisiac and ambiguous melody in the world, a symphony at that.

That symphony

lasted for about a minute, "Ahhhhhh!"

With Xiaoying's high-pitched climax, everything in the room fell silent again, as if

nothing had just happened, as if everything that had just occurred was a dream.

I stared blankly at the closed door in the video, my mind frozen, unable to think.

Time continued to tick by. About five minutes later, the door reopened, and my father

emerged from his room. His limp penis, still wet from ejaculation, swayed with his movements,

covered in fluid that glistened in the moonlight, as if coated with oil.

It was clear his penis had been soaking and washing in the moist environment for quite some time.

He picked up his pajamas and underwear from the bedroom doorway. I saw

regret , along with a hint of satisfaction.

With a complex expression, he entered the bedroom,

moving .

As his bedroom door closed, Xiaoying's bedroom door opened, and she

emerged, wearing a rumpled nightgown. Her hair was disheveled, and her face still tinged with the afterglow of her orgasm.

But what truly caught my attention was that Xiaoying's right hand was reaching down to her genitals. Because the living

room was dark, and her nightgown concealed her genitals...

But even in the dim moonlight, I could see clearly.

Xiaoying was holding a wet wipe in her right hand, and under the cover of her nightgown

, she was wiping herself down there as she walked. Her legs were tightly closed, and she was taking small, inching steps. Her destination was the bathroom…

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