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The moment I saw Xiaoying's legs wrapped around her father's waist, my heart skipped a beat. Did this mean

Xiaoying had accepted her father? Was it temporary or permanent? Deep down, although I had always hoped

Xiaoying and her father would have sex, now that it had happened, I hoped it was the former—temporary

acceptance . I didn't want Xiaoying to succumb so quickly, at least not so easily for her father.

Before I could fully process my thoughts, the two in the video had already started. Perhaps sensing

Xiaoying's wrapping around him, the father's face showed pride and "satisfaction"—a

sign of a man's vanity being satisfied. Perhaps he thought Xiaoying had finally been subdued by his powerful sexual abilities. Yes,

judging from Xiaoying's wrapping motion, at least for this moment, she was submissive. What about later? Who knows?

Encouraged by this, the father thrust his hips even more ostentatiously, the sounds of their pelvis colliding

growing faster and louder. The only sounds in the video were their panting and moaning, the loud

thuds of their bodies colliding, accompanied by their constant movements.

The father kneaded Xiaoying's large breasts, his mouth also busy, occasionally

sucking on her nipples, occasionally licking her neck and collarbone. In short, the father enjoyed

everything his mouth could reach. Xiaoying closed her eyes, her legs wrapped around her father, enjoying it all. Occasionally

she would open her eyes, see the wedding photo on the wall, and then immediately close them again. She was afraid to face it all, or perhaps the wedding photo

reminded her of "unpleasant" things at this moment, affecting her mood for sex.

Xiaoying's legs were wrapped around her father's waist. Would her hands also wrap around his neck

? I shifted my attention to Xiaoying's hands, but she kept gripping

the sheets sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening with her father's thrusts, the rhythm so synchronized with his movements.

I stared blankly at the two people in the video, so different in age and appearance. I

forgot to masturbate myself. I gently held my genitals,

waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for. Was I waiting for Xiaoying's final resistance and refusal? Or was I

waiting for Xiaoying to be penetrated by her father one last time?

Perhaps sensing my urgency, my father's thrusting became faster and faster,

even reaching a frenzied pace. Xiaoying's moans grew louder and louder, the ecstatic chorus of "Ahhh, umm, umm"

echoing in our bridal chamber, the volume and frequency increasing rapidly. At this point

, I knew my father was close to ejaculation; we were like mountain climbers,

only one step away from the summit.

Finally, my father's thrusting began to slow down, becoming slower and slower.

After a few slow but forceful thrusts, my father released Xiaoying's breasts, quickly gripping her slender waist tightly. Then,

he slammed his hips against hers, plunging his entire penis into her vagina,

leaving only his dark, hairy testicles sticking out. During this process, Xiaoying seemed to sense that her father

was about to ejaculate. She turned her head, bit her lip, and began to

moan . She shook her hair, her beautiful long hair flying everywhere, sometimes hitting the bed, sometimes

covering her face. Perhaps she was waiting for the climax, or perhaps she was shaking her head to reject

her father, maybe expressing some kind of desire. But at this moment, Xiaoying could no longer speak

any complete words, only emitting melodious and enchanting moans.

Xiaoying's possible "hints" had no effect. Her father thrust his penis deep

into , his head held high, his hands gripping Xiaoying's slender waist tightly, pulling

her body down hard so that her hips were pressed against his without any gap, their

pubic hair intertwined, inseparable. The only testicles left outside began to tremble and contract violently. Her father once again

sowed his seed of life into Xiaoying's vagina. The father's vigorous sperm began to surge into

Xiaoying 's uterus, rampaging and searching for their target egg.

After the father's final thrust, Xiaoying also reached orgasm. She released her legs from his waist, raising them

high , making them appear so long and slender. Xiaoying's body trembled violently, her hands gripping

the sheets tightly, her breasts thrusting upwards, her vibrant 34D breasts raised high, her upper body

supported only by her head.

I knew that Xiaoying, like her father, was also ejaculating her own fluids at this moment. However, because her father's

penis acted like a cork, tightly sealing Xiaoying's vaginal opening, their fluids were confined within

Xiaoying 's vagina and uterus, mingling and mixing in their own territory until

they became one, inseparable.

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As Xiaoying lazily enjoyed the afterglow of her climax, her father finally lowered his head, his white hair gleaming,

his hands and waist gradually relaxing. His testicles stopped contracting; he had no idea

how much toxin he had injected into Xiaoying's body in those few seconds. His hands caressed Xiaoying's slender waist, his hips still pressed tightly

against hers.

After the afterglow, both of them kept their eyes slightly closed, neither wanting to be the first to open them,

perhaps afraid to face what had happened. The father was the first to open his eyes, his

gaze shifting from a dazed state to a clear one, like a drunkard waking from a stupor. His sexual desire had been satisfied, the climax had passed, and

the effects of the aphrodisiac had worn off after their lovemaking. He was now completely sober.

He had reverted to the timid, simple, and somewhat cowardly old rural father he once was. His eyes

were filled with panic as he looked at Xiaoying, who was enjoying the afterglow of their encounter. He then looked around

the room, his gaze finally settling on the wall where his beloved son and daughter-in-law's wedding photo hung.

At that moment, the father's panic and self-reproach reached their peak. When a person's lust is completely satisfied, they

truly come to their senses. The father quickly released Xiaoying's waist and frantically tumbled off the bed. In the

process he seemed to have forgotten that his penis was still deeply inserted into Xiaoying's vagina. However

, the father, who had completely lost his composure, did not care about any of this. All he wanted now was to escape this scene as quickly as possible. "Pop,"

a very obvious sound, like a cork being opened, the father's penis, along with the glans, was quickly pulled out of Xiaoying's

vagina The moment it was pulled out, Xiaoying's body trembled violently. The

moment the glans was pulled out gave Xiaoying one last, intense stimulation. Xiaoying's vaginal opening, like a breach in a dam

, instantly gushed forth a violent "flood," only this "flood" was

composed of Xiaoying's vaginal fluid and her father's semen. The jet of water began to spray from Xiaoying's vagina, gradually calming down, and

finally turning into a slow, flowing stream.

After getting off the bed, her father hurriedly ran out of Xiaoying and her bridal chamber. Because both of them

were covered sweat, her father's feet were perhaps too slippery; he almost fell as he turned a corner in the living room, but

thankfully he managed to regain his balance. As he ran, his limp penis, like a long,

dead snake, swayed between his legs, covered in vaginal fluid and semen, appearing

so wet.

In the video, I watched my father's limp penis swaying between his legs. This hideous thing

had taken my beloved Xiaoying's virginity, completely possessed her body, and

brought her to climax after climax. Under its onslaught, Xiaoying was utterly defeated, writhing and submitting beneath my father's crotch. For some reason, I felt an intense hatred

for that ugly, swaying penis between my father's legs . Finally, after his relentless efforts, my father escaped into his room, crawling into bed and pulling his head and body tightly under the covers. The blankets trembled, suggesting his inner turmoil; he was trying to calm himself, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Xiaoying lay quietly on our wedding bed, like a walking corpse, her slightly swaying breasts a testament to her still being alive. I simultaneously opened the video surveillance cameras in both my father's and Xiaoying's bedrooms, watching the two men react so drastically . My heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. The office was so quiet at night, with only the occasional taxi horn outside. The only sound in the office was my own heavy breathing. My father and Xiaoying hadn't completely calmed down, and neither had I. If nothing unexpected happened, their night together was over. Looking at the time, it was already late, and tonight would likely be a sleepless night for the three of us. Before it happened, I was hopeful; after it happened, I was conflicted. Humans are always contradictory; we always hope for things to happen, but when they actually happen, we find that our feelings are very different from what we expected. As my father and Xiaoying's passion ended, my penis, which had just become erect for the second time, gradually went limp. Looking down at the two people in the video, and then at my "little brother," I felt I had truly wronged myself tonight. I casually opened my desk drawer, took out half a pack of cigarettes that had been sitting there for who knows how long, lit one, took a deep drag, and immediately started coughing violently. This pack of cigarettes has been sitting in my desk drawer for who knows how long, untouched for a long time. Now it's dried out and very harsh to smoke. My mood is just like that cigarette, burning intensely. I've achieved my goal, but the method I used wasn't what I expected. At the beginning of the plan, I intended for Xiaoying and her father to have this happen willingly, but in the end, I used the method I least wanted to use. The consequence of this is that the follow-up work will be more troublesome, and some unexpected events will occur. Now, how to handle the relationship between her father and Xiaoying has become the biggest problem. How will Xiaoying and her father get along after they sober up? How will they face me? Thinking about it really gives me a headache. I've been looking forward to it, but after the passion subsides, all the sorrow will follow. As I ponder this, my eyes are still glued to the video, not daring to relax for a moment. I smoke that harsh cigarette, and after getting used to the first puff, I suddenly find that this dried-out cigarette, which has been sitting for so long, doesn't taste bad. In the video, Xiaoying finally opens her eyes wearily, her eyes filled with weariness, languor, but more than that , there is emptiness, and a hint of lifelessness.

She opened her eyes and glanced around our bridal chamber, perhaps her lost consciousness was slowly

returning to her brain.

She remained motionless, only the entrance to her vagina still bearing traces of her father's semen.

Because so much time had passed, the semen, dried and

solidified, clung tightly to the thick, sensual pubic hair near Xiaoying's vaginal opening.

Below her vagina, our bright pink sheets were soaked with the semen that had just flowed out

, leaving only damp white stains.

The whole scene, the entire room, felt so ambiguous.

After a long while, Xiaoying sat up with a blank stare. She sat there, then turned her gaze

to our wedding photo. She stared blankly at me in the picture; perhaps her tears had dried,

her eyes simply vacant as she looked at everything.

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The father, far away next door, was still wrapped in the blanket, not revealing a single part of his body. His

trembling body under the blanket had gradually quieted down, but he didn't peek out,

not even to breathe in any fresh air.

Slowly, Xiaoying got up and left the bedroom, then went into the bathroom.

I thought Xiaoying would immediately turn on the shower, but instead, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her body

through the reflection.

There were still faint hickeys on Xiaoying's body, left by her father, like bright red

plum blossoms covering her upper body. On

Xiaoying's lower body, her pubic hair was covered with dried semen. With her movements, some of the semen stored in her uterus had flowed out, staining her inner thighs. The once pure and innocent Xiaoying, now adorned with these marks, possessed a hint of allure, as if a fairy who had never touched the dust of the mortal world had suddenly descended to earth. I expected Xiaoying to weep and grieve upon seeing her reflection, but instead, she remained expressionless, almost unconscious. Seeing this, a wave of worry washed over me. I feared nothing more than Xiaoying committing suicide but knowing her as I did, she was strong-willed yet rational. Unable to fathom it, I could only continue watching. Although it was late, I felt no sleepiness. Standing before the mirror for a long time, Xiaoying turned on the shower and began washing away the marks . She quietly washed every inch of her body, the water flowing over her, making her already flawless skin appear even whiter and more translucent. But this pure and innocent body had just been used by an old man ; was it still clean? I didn't feel any disgust for Xiaoying; rather, I felt affection and tenderness. That's always been the feeling Xiaoying gave . My father, wrapped in a thick blanket, suddenly pulled back a corner of the blanket the moment he heard Xiaoying open the bathroom door, revealing his head with a look of panic. Perhaps his biggest fear at that moment was Xiaoying suddenly coming to "settle scores" with him . Hearing Xiaoying finally enter the bathroom, my father visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath , though the fear on his face didn't lessen much. At the same time, he rubbed his face tightly, perhaps trying to clear his head, his face filled with deep sorrow and self-reproach. He had finally gotten what he wanted, but the potential consequences and costs were too great. My father's thoughts were a mixture of sorrow, fear, self-reproach, and guilt; he seemed to be on the verge of tears . After Xiaoying entered the bathroom and quieted down, my father completely threw back the blanket, his sorrowful face inadvertently glancing down to his groin. His now limp penis swayed softly at his hips. His penis was now so dark and ugly, covered with patches of white spots, like something . These white spots were dried semen, congealed and covering his entire penis . Because it was dry, the gaps between the white spots were filled with patches of transparent white skin, like dried glue, forming the dried, congealed vaginal fluid from Xiaoying. Looking at his penis covered in his own semen and the vaginal fluid his beloved daughter-in-law had just secreted, the father, whose face was full of sorrow, suddenly revealed a hint of satisfaction and excitement. He had initially thought it was all a dream, but these marks on his penis proved that everything had been real. He had finally completely possessed his goddess, and had made her writhe and climax repeatedly beneath him. The dried vaginal fluid around his penis was proof of this. Because my father had been so focused on "escaping," he hadn't even thought to wipe his penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Luckily, there was a pack of disinfectant wipes on the bedside table—the kind he used to disinfect and treat his injured arm. He took out a wipe, about to wipe his penis, but stopped abruptly the moment it touched. He stared blankly at his penis, stained with vaginal fluid, lost in thought. Was he reluctant to wipe away the marks ? Perhaps to confirm my guess, he finally threw the unused wipe into the bedside trash can, then gently covered his penis with the blanket, closed his eyes, and seemed lost in thought , his expression shifting between joy, ecstasy, sorrow, and self-reproach. At that moment, he must have been savoring the beautiful yet conflicted moments he had just experienced.

The father's side quieted down, and Xiaoying, relying on her body's instincts, washed herself.

Finally she finished

. Holding a towel, she dried herself, her face still expressionless. Watching her

, the more I looked at her, the colder my heart became. Her calmness was not a good thing; even if she burst into

tears , I would feel better.

After drying herself, Xiaoying seemed to be under a spell,

walking the direction she took was completely unexpected. She walked aimlessly towards her father's

room, the towel draped over her shoulders, her body exposed to the air, looking

so sexy and radiant. Having just showered, her body still exuded warm steam.

My heart suddenly tightened, my mind reeling. Why was Xiaoying going to her father's bedroom? Had

she wandered into the wrong room in a daze? Was she going to confront her father? Or did I realize I couldn't

imagine what was going to happen next—unpredictable, unthinkable.

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