Chapter 27

We passed through the bustling city, turned onto the street, and then left the city.

The door. As they walked, the place became increasingly desolate, the two following along narrow paths overgrown with weeds and wild trees.

Lu became increasingly alert, frequently glancing back to check behind him. If Huang Rong, with her exceptional skills and rich experience, were not around,

It’s likely they’ve already given themselves away. The more this is the case, the more unresolved Huang Rong’s doubts become. She knows well that Guo Fu relied on…

Spoiled by her parents, she was unruly and prone to causing trouble. After marrying another man, she was repeatedly tempered by the ways of the world.

His former arrogance had subsided considerably, but the inherent pride inherited from the Huang family remained unchanged. Guo Polu resembled Guo Jing.

His personality was similar; he was honest and simple, but also a little timid, and he always revered his older sister, who had raised him since childhood, as a deity.

What are these two guys up to?

After walking for about half an incense stick’s time, the surroundings became completely silent, and Guo Fu and her companion seemed to relax.

They started chatting and laughing, with Guo Polu jumping up and down with joy, frequently putting his arm around Guo Fu’s shoulder.

It was a sign of affection, and Guo Fu only gave her a few gentle reprimands, not taking it to heart.

Although Huang Rong had many doubts, she was deeply gratified to see the deep affection between the two siblings. She just hadn’t expected Po Lu…

She also has such a mischievous and adorable side. At this moment, Guo Polu reached out and wrapped his arms around his eldest sister’s slender waist, snuggling his face close to hers.

They were whispering sweet nothings to each other. Looking at them from behind, Huang Rong saw them as a loving and intimate young couple, and her heart was filled with joy.

It was both infuriating and amusing. He thought to himself that he’d slip out later, scare his children, then give them a stern lecture.

Even though they are siblings, they shouldn’t be too unrestrained! She couldn’t help but chuckle as she thought of all the mischievous things she had done to scare them.

Guo Fu, who was walking ahead, seemed to sense something and looked back warily, but there was no one in sight. Guo Polu saw…

She stopped, overjoyed, and wrapped her arms around Guo Fu’s slender waist, saying coquettishly, “Sister! Right here, right here!” Guo…

Fu’s pretty face flushed red. She poked his forehead with her finger and spat, “Stop it! Don’t you listen to your sister!” Then she finally…

Unable to shake off his unease, he glanced suspiciously behind him, a vague sense of distrust creeping into his heart. Guo Polu, however, persisted relentlessly, continuing to press the matter.

He pleaded, “Sister, let’s stop here. I’m so tired from walking!” Guo Fu, her breath ragged from his embrace, parted her cherry lips slightly.

He groaned softly, about to nod in agreement, when a rustling sound came from the grass, faintly mixed with human voices.

Guo Fu’s heart skipped a beat, and Guo Polu, who was holding her, also stiffened, blushing and looking awkwardly at his elder sister.

She glared at him fiercely, pulled him down to bend over, gripped the sword hilt, nodded to each other, and quietly slipped into the bushes.

Judging from their direction of movement, they seemed to be avoiding the approaching person. Huang Rong emerged from behind, looking completely bewildered; the events that had just unfolded had left her bewildered.

Confused, she thought to herself, “These two are so old, yet they’re still playing children’s hide-and-seek.” Just as she was about to follow, the one in front…

Voices drifted over, and one person spoke in a low voice:

“Brother, that’s the woods.”

The voice was muffled, as if the person was enduring immense pain. Then, a cacophony of footsteps erupted, punctuated by the clanging of weapons.

The sound of impact. Huang Rong could tell from the sound that there were two people coming, their footsteps heavy and their movements hurried and chaotic.

Huang Rong was greatly surprised. She concealed herself and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw two soldiers dressed as Song soldiers hurrying to the left.

He ran towards a dense forest, the standard-issue military knife hanging at his waist striking the leather with a clanging sound.

At that time, the smoke of the Battle of Xiangyang had not yet cleared, and Kublai Khan, a military genius well-versed in tactics, was retreating when he…

Using a feint, employing both real and feint attacks, they managed to rout several pursuing Song armies before calmly withdrawing. It is said that suddenly…

When Bilge Khan led his army north in retreat, he ordered some spies and scouts within his army to lie in ambush and wait for an opportunity to strike. This was the reason why… (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context).

After several days of vigilance, although the access control has been slightly relaxed, the curfew remains in place. Huang Rong noticed the two soldiers in front of her…

Suspicious, and disregarding Guo Fu and the other two, he leaped into the dense forest with a “Swallow Returns to the Forest” maneuver.

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Chapter 13

Father-in-law, you’re amazing! Your daughter-in-law gets all excited just looking at you.

I’m 26 years old and a college graduate. I’m 165cm tall, with measurements of 34D-22-34, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they’re not only perfectly proportioned, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin. That’s why I love wearing miniskirts. Walking down the street, both men and women always have their eyes drawn to my beautiful legs. Most men often give me admiring glances. I feel my vanity is greatly satisfied at that moment. My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He’s quite handsome, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he joined the army, and I quickly got a job at an IT company. In my spare time, I would go online at home in the evenings. After a while, I learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something exciting, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend. Two years later, he was discharged from the army and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and wouldn’t let the young couple live alone. After the marriage, we were very loving, and our parents also doted on us. My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a state-owned enterprise. He is of average build and was said to have been an athletic and handsome man in his youth. Although he is now over middle age, he still shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a typical virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. My mother-in-law cooks and takes care of all the chores at home during the day, keeping the house spotless. Luckily, I don’t have to do housework after get off work and can spend all my time with my husband. My company requires me to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more comfortable clothes. I like to wear shorts and a light T-shirt. Perhaps it’s because this outfit shows off my figure and my beautiful legs that my father-in-law’s attention was drawn to me. A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed my father-in-law’s eyes were always following me. I often felt he was spying on my every move, which sometimes made me uncomfortable. I wanted to subtly hint to him at a suitable time to stop staring at me like that. But seeing how filial my husband was to his parents, I didn’t know how to bring it up. One day, my husband worked late and wouldn’t be home until very late. With nothing to do, I went online to browse some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make you have fantasies. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a titled “The Love Story of Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law” caught my attention. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a beautifully written and extremely provocative article that made my body heat up, and my private parts secreted a lot of fluid, soaking my underwear. Oh my god! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law’s lustful gaze. Instead, I began to feel an inexplicable fondness for this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity: what it would be like to make love with a man much older than me. From then on, whenever his eyes peeked at me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my being spied on and his voyeuristic desires. I also noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive. This happened about eight months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning. Around noon, my mother-in-law had just prepared lunch when my husband’s uncle rushed in, saying that there was something going on at his family’s home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch. I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because of the heat, I chose a loose-fitting, small white bra—the kind that just covers the nipples, supports the lower part of the breasts, but leaves the upper part, most of the orbs, exposed. I wore a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted. But I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn’t there, his boldness in eyeing me made me a little uncomfortable, yet also excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart raced with excitement and a bit of panic; I couldn’t even taste the flavor of my mother-in-law’s cooking anymore. I stood up, bent down, and served my father-in-law a bowl of soup. Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending motion left my breasts half-exposed, revealing their delicate, white, fullness. My father-in-law, of course, wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity; his gaze was fixed on my full but not too large breasts. I knew he was spying; he was so engrossed in watching that he’d forgotten to chew his food. His lustful eyes were fixed on what my bra couldn’t cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing my movements so he could get his fill of looking. Whether it was because he was completely mesmerized or just a coincidence, after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor, and he immediately bent down to pick them up. My natural reaction was to slightly spread my legs, giving him a chance to peek. Sure enough, he spent a long time picking them up, but still didn’t return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at him. He didn’t know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the patch of white flesh under my skirt that revealed my two pale thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering my pubic area, with a few pubic hairs showing on the sides. My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body. I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was practically only covered by a small, transparent thong. His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were caressing my swollen, bulging genitals. I suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of suggestive scenes from articles I’d read online about fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law’s love affairs flashed through my mind. I sat in my chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man’s advances under the table. My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. I was a little disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, “Dad! What’s wrong? Can’t you find your chopsticks?” “Oh…yes…yes…I see…they…” he stammered, as if he were swallowing hard. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen to clean up, while my father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning up, I poured him a glass of juice. When my father-in-law took my glass of juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could even take the glass properly, I let go, spilling the juice all over him. I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and started wiping him all over. As I bent over, my breasts were exposed again, my smooth, white mounds swaying! My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my chest. The juice spilled most heavily around his zipper, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping there. I noticed something gradually bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder. My teasing became unbearable; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened. He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me, but I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice. Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law’s strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn’t to immediately break free, but rather to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen in their exploration. My heart pounded even harder as he touched me, my soft hands still rubbing his increasingly sensitive, raised area. His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together. I felt a mix of panic and excitement, but I still feigned a surprised “Ouch!” without trying to escape. I deliberately pulled away slightly, blushing, and said, “No!” He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I still said, “No.” He slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, “Ah!” My whole body went limp and trembled. His left hand encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breasts, gently pressing them. “Ah…no…don’t do this…Daddy…Mommy will come back…ah…she…will come back…” I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and continued his groping. I only heard him say, “My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife, why can’t I, as his father, have one too?” As he spoke, he forcefully grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms, and I fell back onto the sofa. He rolled over and pressed himself against me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway. He lifted my shirt, pushed my white bra up to my breasts, opened his mouth and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. “Ah…ah…” I moaned softly.At that moment, he pressed his rock-hard penis against my genitals. I felt dizzy, gasping for breath, my hands gradually encircling his head, my mouth still saying, “No…no…” He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped temporarily, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him. He said to me, “My good wife, ever since you married into our family, I’ve been secretly watching you every day. Your beautiful body fascinates me, and I long for the opportunity to taste your youthful beauty!” “Dad…but…if Ah Bin (my husband) and Mom…find out…” “No ‘buts,’ just give me this once, okay! As long as we don’t tell anyone, they won’t know. Good wife, just this once, okay? I’ve really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you’re home, I want to have you all the time! Your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, are constantly in my mind.” As the old man spoke, his hands never stopped, gently kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. My nipples, originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his fingers, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, experience is the best teacher; he was more adept at teasing me than my husband. Coupled with my recent desire to experience sex with a man much older than me, I became increasingly powerless against him. But he was, after all, my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future filled me with both love and fear—fear of being hurt. Yet, under his kneading with both palms and fingers, my breathing quickened, and I…