Chapter 127

　 Last summer, my daughter’s mother and I officially signed the divorce papers, and I officially began my life as a single man. Thankfully, the court awarded custody of our daughter to me, so I won’t feel too lonely at home. My daughter is very sensible; she never throws tantrums or makes demands like other children. But I always feel that as a father, I’ve failed her a lot, so I always try my best to make her happy, which makes me feel incredibly happy. Seeing her happy smile always gives me a special sense of accomplishment.

　　 Before I knew it, my daughter had turned fifteen. While she wouldn’t be considered a stunning beauty, she was certainly a graceful young woman, especially with her large breasts, which she inherited from her mother. Sometimes, even I felt a strong urge to fondle them, especially at night when I was lonely and restless, tossing and turning, often reaching orgasm in the fantasy of raping my daughter, only to be filled with remorse afterward.

　　 I got home from work late that night and saw the light still on in my daughter’s room. I suddenly wanted to see her sleeping, and I also wanted to kiss her forehead as usual; that would make me so happy. Not wanting to disturb her rest, I quietly went to her room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw her reading, seemingly engrossed in a book. So I gently pushed the door open. She seemed startled and shoved the book under the covers. I said, “What are you reading? Aren’t you going to sleep?” She said, “I’m going to sleep now, I’m not reading anything, I’m not reading anything.” Her chest heaved rapidly, captivating me. I also noticed her face was flushed, the very image of a young woman in the throes of first love. Seeing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I thought to myself, “My daughter has really grown up. I wonder who she’ll end up with.” Thinking this, I said to my daughter, “Hurry up and cover yourself with the blanket. Aren’t you going to sleep? You have class tomorrow. Sleeping so late, you might not be able to get up.” My daughter secretly glanced at me and said, “Okay, I’m going to sleep now. Dad, you should go to sleep too. You have work tomorrow. Take care of yourself.” Hearing my daughter’s considerate words, I felt that my daughter still cared for me the most. My daughter is so good. I left my daughter’s room, but what book was she reading? Was she studying? A novel? Could it be something erotic? I decided to find that book tomorrow morning after my daughter left.

　　 The next morning, my daughter woke up very early. After breakfast, I drove her to school, making sure to tidy her backpack. It was heavy, but there weren’t any odds and ends. I figured she must have hidden the book in her bedroom. After dropping her off, I rushed home. When I got to her bedroom, I hesitated. Should I go in and look through it? What if she found out? How would we get along then? She wouldn’t trust me anymore, and might even distance herself from me. But another voice told me I had to go in and see what she had done the night before. It was necessary to prevent her from going astray, something other parents often did. I finally convinced myself and went into my daughter’s room. Gently rummaging through her things, I saw all sorts of underwear. My nose twitched involuntarily—thankfully, I didn’t get a nosebleed, or I’d be in big trouble. I put them back where they were. Heh, you wouldn’t notice. Finally, I found the book and a diary under the bedside table. Flipping through further, I found several more books. Taking them all out, I was shocked. They were all erotic novels, mostly incestuous stories, often involving father-daughter relationships. The image of my daughter as a youthful, beautiful, and adorable girl was completely overturned, replaced by a seductive, passionate, and lewd one. Looking closely at the content, even I, an old man, felt ashamed. I thought maybe it was time to give my daughter a political lesson, otherwise she would continue down this path of depravity, which, as a father, absolutely could not be allowed. Gently putting her things back where they were, I breathed a slight sigh of relief after making sure she wouldn’t notice.

　　 Seeing that it was almost time, I returned to the company, completely unsure of what to do. I kept thinking about how to talk to my daughter. Everyone knows young girls are sensitive, and parents have to be careful what they say; once the relationship breaks down, the consequences can be very serious. I finally made it to the end of the workday, canceled all social engagements, and rushed home. Seeing my daughter quietly watching TV, I coughed softly, then sat down beside her, looking into her eyes, and said, “Tingting, we haven’t had a proper talk since your mother and I divorced. If anything’s bothering you, you must tell your father. Dad will definitely help you.” My daughter paused, then lowered her head. “No, Dad, why are you saying this? I’ve never blamed you for divorcing Mom. You didn’t have a heart-to-heart talk with me before the divorce either.”

　　 Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. Yes, I hadn’t cared for my daughter enough. I was only focused on work every day, and I hadn’t even had a heart-to-heart talk with her. I had been so irresponsible. I felt so guilty towards my daughter. I lowered my head and softly said, “You won’t blame Dad, will you? Dad is so sorry.”

　　 “Dad, why are you saying this? I’m not blaming you, and I never have. You’re making me feel sad.”

　　 I nodded gently. “It’s good that you don’t blame Dad. Dad neglected you too much before. I will take better care of you in the future.”

　　 “Yes, Dad, you’re so good. I always believed my judgment was right, otherwise I wouldn’t have chosen you and would have just gone with Mom.”

　　 “Sigh, it’s time to find you a mother. You’ve suffered so much.”

　　 The daughter jumped up from her seat with a whoosh. “Hmph, so that’s why you’re suddenly so concerned about me. You want to find me a mom, huh? No way!” The daughter became more and more agitated as she spoke, and tears were about to fall.

　　 I panicked. I pulled at my daughter while pressing her shoulders, saying, “Daddy won’t get married. Daddy was just saying it out of feeling. Daddy never thought about it.”

　　 “Really, you’re not lying to me.”

　　 “No, absolutely not. Dad has never thought about marriage. Marriage is a man’s grave.”

　　 “Dad is so good,” the daughter said, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.

　　 I suddenly remembered my task for today and couldn’t help but sigh. How should I put it? “Tingting, are you feeling unwell? Like, you know, girls your age have more complex bodies. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell Dad. Don’t be shy, Dad won’t laugh at you.”

　　 The daughter suddenly blushed and said softly, “No, I’m perfectly fine, nothing’s wrong with me.”

　　 “Are you really alright?”

　　 “…” My daughter suddenly stopped talking, staring intently at me. “Well, it’s a little… it’s just that it’s a little itchy there, for the past few days.”

　　 “Where?” I didn’t understand for a moment.

　　 My daughter suddenly cried out, “Ugh, I hate it! I said I wouldn’t say it, but you insisted I say it. You’re making fun of me, it’s so embarrassing!” With that, she ran back to her bedroom. I couldn’t help but touch my nose and smile wryly. Sigh, it’s my fault.

　　 “Tingting, how about we go to the hospital to get checked out later, so we don’t make things worse?”

　　 “I’m not going. You go if you want. I hate going to the hospital, and besides, it’s already dark.”

　　 “What should we do then?”

　　 My daughter stopped talking, and I didn’t want to force her, so I just let her be. I went back to my bedroom alone, but I couldn’t sleep. Just thinking about it made me feel sad.

　　 I couldn’t sleep at all that night, completely bothered by my daughter. What should I do? Suddenly, I was woken by a knock on the door. It must be my daughter. I put on my clothes and got out of bed, opening the door for her. My daughter was standing outside, wearing her pajamas, crying, “I’m so itchy, Daddy, I’m so itchy down there.”

　　 I led my daughter into the room, stroking her back as I said, “Come on, let Daddy see where it itches.” Suddenly I realized it was her genitals that were itchy, and my face immediately turned a deep purplish-red. My daughter was completely unaware of this and kept rubbing against me, making me feel hot all over, but I couldn’t say anything.

　　 Suddenly, my daughter climbed onto the bed, immediately took off her clothes, and then covered herself with the blanket, calling out to me, “Daddy, I’m so itchy! It’s so itchy there, like countless ants are crawling inside me. Daddy, I feel so uncomfortable! What disease do I have? Am I going to die? I don’t want to die!”

　　 I was also flustered by her expression, completely oblivious to the cunning glint in my daughter’s eyes. I hugged her tightly, murmuring, “You won’t die, I won’t let you die, I’ll take you to the hospital right now.” Somehow, the blanket on my daughter fell to the floor, exposing her completely naked before my eyes. Seeing her naked body, I suddenly noticed how much she had grown, especially her breasts, so white and tender, seemingly too large to be grasped in two hands. Her nipples were a delicate pink and slightly upturned. Her pubic area was covered in pubic hair, completely different from her mother’s. Her mother had less pubic hair, while hers was thick and dense. I don’t know who said it, but people with a lot of pubic hair are born sluts and whores. My Adam’s apple bobbed. Tingting suddenly laughed and said to me, “Ah, Daddy, my blanket fell off. You saw me naked! How can I face anyone now? How can I get married?”

　　 “Dad, I’ve thought about this for a long time. I love you and I love relying on you. I’ve loved you ever since you and Mom divorced. Actually, I was very happy then because you would be mine alone. Dad, let me be your bride. You can do whatever you want. I’m yours from now on.”

　　 Faced with my daughter’s confession, I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. Before I could decide whether to reject or accept, my daughter had already gently taken off my shirt. She stroked my chest muscles and murmured, “Daddy, aren’t you happy? You have a bride today, and she’s a beautiful and gorgeous little girl. You’re so lucky. What are you hesitating for? Come on, I’m still the original.”

　　 Hearing my daughter declare she was a virgin, my last shred of reason vanished. I reached for her breasts, gently kneading them. She immediately let out a passionate moan, igniting my lust. I said wickedly, “You’re mine, I won’t give you to anyone else. Let’s be a depraved father and daughter, to hell with all this damn ethics.” With that, I squeezed her breast hard. “We’re an adulterous couple now. What does the adulterer do?”

　　 “Of course I’m going to fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked. I’m going to fuck you good today.” As I said that, I took off my pajamas, revealing my erect penis inside.

　　 My daughter’s face flushed red. She stared intently at my erect penis. She mustered up the courage to touch it, but then pulled her hand back. “Ugh, Daddy, why are you showing off that ugly thing?”

　　 “Hehe, you haven’t tasted her yet, that’s why you’re like this. Once you’ve tasted her, you won’t be like this anymore. You’ll call her your dear brother, your dear father, your dear husband. You’ll beg me to use this ugly thing on you.”

　　 “Come and suck Daddy’s cock. Aren’t you itchy? Let me see your horny pussy. I’ll lick it for you, and you won’t feel itchy anymore.”

　　 “I’m not going to suck it for you,” the daughter said hesitantly. “How about I use my hand to do it for you? I heard it feels really good.”

　　 I thought to myself, since my daughter is my own, I’ll lick her first. When she can’t stand it anymore, she’ll naturally beg me to do it to her. It’s not too late to let her lick me then. With that in mind, I said, “Okay, but I’ll lick you. Aren’t you itchy? Saliva can kill bacteria, so you won’t be itchy anymore.”

　　 My daughter nodded gently. It seemed she was indeed itchy down there. She spread her legs, revealing her pink, untouched vulva. Her mons pubis was high, and her labia were tightly pressed together, like a thin line, slightly concave inwards. Seeing this, my lust surged. Ignoring my erect penis, I quickly bent down, licking my lips as I said, “Daddy will lick it for you.” My lips finally touched her labia. She trembled slightly, but I didn’t care anymore. I used my hands to… I parted her labia and licked her clitoris. She instinctively recoiled as if electrocuted. I held her legs down and continued licking. Soon, she started to wet herself, moaning, “Daddy, it feels so good! It’s so itchy down there! Yes, deeper… oh… I’ve reached your clitoris! Ah… so good! Further in, lick harder… further in… further in…” As she moaned, she kept thrusting her mons pubis upwards, as if to make it easier for me to lick deeper. Sometimes she would pull back, thrusting and pulling back, like the thrusting of a penis.

　　 “Daughter, are you enjoying this…? Is Daddy licking me comfortably…? Are you enjoying it? Do you want Daddy to lick you again…?” “Yes, daughter feels so good… inside… I don’t know how it is, but it’s a kind of… a kind of pleasure I’ve never felt before… inside my vagina… it feels like there’s a hand… tickling me, ah… almost… almost there, I… I’m going to pee,” the daughter said, thrusting and squeezing her legs together. My head didn’t pull out for a moment, and my face was splashed with her vaginal fluid. The daughter lay there, legs wide open in ecstasy.

　　 After a while, I felt that my daughter had rested enough, so I said to her, “Daughter, look, Daddy’s penis is still erect. Shouldn’t you lick it for Daddy? It’s so hard and uncomfortable down there. You wouldn’t be so heartless, would you?”

　　 “I…I’ll rub it for you,” my daughter said, reaching down to my crotch and squeezing it. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure; it was incredibly pleasurable. She carefully rubbed it, slowly finding the right technique. She held my penis with both hands and moved it back and forth. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath; oh my god, I almost ejaculated. I quickly stopped her. My daughter looked up, confused. I gently said, “Could you lick it for me with your mouth?” Perhaps moved by my gentle tone and affectionate gaze, she nodded involuntarily. Seeing that I had achieved my goal, I held my large penis up in front of her.

　　 My daughter hesitated for a moment, then obediently licked it once. Perhaps not noticing the strange smell, she tried to swallow the whole thing. I gasped – so good! Although it wasn’t entirely comfortable, the sense of accomplishment was indescribable. I gently instructed her, “Swallow the penis in first, then spit it out. Do it slowly, and remember not to use your teeth.” My daughter did as I instructed, and it was indeed much better. It seems that with a little development, she’s a perfect target for penetration. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure of my tongue rubbing against the head of my penis. And the one I was penetration was my daughter – this feeling was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I wasn’t satisfied with this slow approach anymore. I started holding my daughter’s head and thrusting, repeatedly in and out, like penetrating a woman’s vagina. The pleasure grew stronger, and I thrust faster, pressing my daughter’s head down towards my crotch. My daughter’s face flushed red; she tried to cough but couldn’t. I…