When I heard the voices coming from the corridor, I immediately followed them, hoping to find out where they were coming from. As I approached a partially open door, the conversation became clearer. Curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously looked inside.
The sight that greeted me left me completely stunned.
Two naked people were on the bed: Yue Ning, my wife's younger sister, and Duan Wuqin, her father-in-law.
Yue Ning lay on her back, her long dark hair fanned out across the pillow like spilled ink. her upper body utterly bare to the dim lamplight. Her face was flushed and dazed, her lips parted around breathless little sounds, and her eyes half-lidded, glazed, unable to focus on anything carried an expression I couldn't quite name. Not quite pleasure. Not quite guilt. Something caught between the two.
Her shoulders were smooth and pale, delicate as a bird's. Her collarbones stood out sharply, elegant wings framing the hollow of her throat, where a pulse beat fast and visible. Below them, her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath—full and soft, pale as fresh cream, tipped with areolas of a tender pink that had darkened and swelled with arousal. Her nipples stood stiff and swollen, glistening faintly, as if they had been sucked on and left wet. They trembled with each thrust from below, bouncing in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
Her waist was narrow and smooth, her stomach flat but for a faint crease of tension. Her navel sat small and neat, dimpling with every gasp.
Her legs were fair and long, spread open across the mattress, smooth and hairless from thigh to ankle, tapering down to delicate little feet whose toes curled and relaxed with every stroke inside her.
And between those thighs—just visible in the lamplight—was a dark patch of curls, thick and untrimmed, sitting like a shadow over the soft mound of her mons pubis. Below it, her swollen pink labia were parted wide around the thick shaft that was driving into her, glistening wet, stretched taut, her little clitoris peeking out from its hood, hard and red. Her vaginal opening gripped and released with each thrust—a small, wet, pink circle clenching around something far too large for it.
And above her, holding himself up on braced arms, was Duan Wuqin.
you'd never have guessed it to look at his body. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest still heavy with muscle beneath a thin layer of age. His skin was dark—deep brown, almost black in the low light—and where Yue Ning's pale body gleamed like snow, his seemed to drink the light in, a stark and obscene contrast where their bodies pressed together. His belly carried a slight paunch, soft and rounded, brushing against her flat stomach with every downward thrust.
His back was broad and ridged, muscles shifting beneath the dark skin. His arms were thick, corded, the arms of a man who had done real work all his life. And between his legs—
Between his legs was a thing that made my own gut twist with a small, quiet envy.
A cock of nearly twenty centimeters. Thick as a wrist. Dark, almost black, veined and heavy, glistening with her wetness along its whole length. The head was broad and bulbous, shining like polished wood, and every time it slid out of her it dragged her pink inner lips with it, exposing the slick red flesh inside her before plunging back in with a wet, obscene sound.
It was thick. Far thicker than anything a woman like Yue Ning should have been able to take without complaint—and yet she took it. All of it. Over and over.
Their bodies were pressed flush together, skin on skin, pale on dark, leaving no doubt whatsoever about the intimate nature of the scene.
I stood frozen at the doorway, unable to process what I was witnessing.
Yue Ning was Duan Hai's wife. Duan Wuqin was his father.
Yet the two of them were together in bed, completely naked.
My mind went blank, and a chill ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, but the shock kept me rooted to the spot.
What on earth was happening inside this family?
"Mmm~ Mmm~ So big~ So comfortable~"
"Hehe, isn't that great?"
"Does it feel better when I fuck you, or when your husband fucks you?"
Slaapp~~ slapp~~ slapp~~ slapp~~
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room wet and sharp, skin against skin, over and over. His heavy balls swung low, slapping against her perineum with every thrust, and each slap made her flinch and moan.
"Ughhh... ahhhh.... father-in-law, you are truly amazing, Husband are nothing compared to you."
"What? You still love your husband? Why do you clench your muscles every time you mention him?"
"No... Nghh~ I don't have feelings for him anymore.. ahh..."
"Hehehe, then tell me! Was your husband an idiot?"
"Ngghhh... Ahhhh...~"
Duan Wuqin kept thrusting, slow and deep and deliberate, dragging that thick black cock all the way out until only the head stayed inside her, then burying it to the hilt again. Each stroke made her pale belly rise with the pressure of him, made her breasts shake, made her small pink mouth fall open around sounds she couldn't hold back.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Speak up! Speak! Are you going to talk or not?!"
She didn't answer—couldn't answer. So the old man grinned, gripped her hips hard with both hands, and gave it to her properly. Fast, deep, brutal strokes that made her whole body jolt up the mattress, made her eyes roll back, made her flushed face twist with something close to pain and something close to bliss.
Slapp~ slapp~ slapp~ slapp~ slapp~
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah, be gentle, please, be gentle~ It hurts~
I was completely stunned by the conversation I had just overheard.
For a moment, I couldn't believe my ears. I stood frozen in the corridor, staring toward the partially closed door. The woman's voice had been unmistakable. It was Yue Ning.
And the man she had called her father-in-law was Duan Wuqin.
My mind went blank as I struggled to process what I had heard. When I caught a glimpse of Yue Ning lying on the bed with Duan Wuqin, my throat tightened, and I felt as though something had become lodged in my chest.
How could this happen?
Yue Ning was Duan Hai's wife. She was Yue Ran's younger sister, someone our family had always treated as one of our own. Yet she was in bed with her own father-in-law.
How was I supposed to tell Yue Ran about this?
I couldn't even begin to imagine how she would react if she found out. The two sisters had always been close, and Yue Ran had been genuinely happy about Yue Ning's pregnancy announcement earlier that evening.
Now, that happiness seemed like a cruel joke.
Then another thought suddenly crossed my mind, making my blood run cold.
If that was true, then whose child was she carrying?
Was the baby actually Duan Wuqin's?
The question made my stomach churn. I wanted to find a reasonable explanation, something that could prove I had misunderstood what I had heard and seen. But the scene before my eyes made it impossible to dismiss so easily.
What was really going on in the Duan family?
I tried to think of what I should do next. Should I confront Duan Wuqin? Should I take Yue Ning away from him? Or should I tell Yue Ran everything immediately?
My thoughts tangled together, and the dizziness from the alcohol only grew worse.
I reached out to steady myself against the wall, but before I could do anything else, my vision suddenly went dark.
I lost consciousness.
I had no idea what happened after that.
When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself sitting inside a car. My head throbbed, and my body felt weak. For several seconds, I couldn't remember how I had gotten there.
I slowly turned toward the window.
Then I saw them.
My wife, Yue Ran, was standing outside the car, talking to Duan Wuqin.
The moment I recognized the man, my heart began pounding violently.
Why was my wife talking to him?
Did she know what I had discovered? Had Duan Wuqin told her something? Or had I somehow revealed what I had seen while I was unconscious?
A thousand questions flooded my mind, each one more frightening than the last.
I tried to open the car door, but my hands felt strangely weak. My vision began to blur again as panic and the lingering effects of the alcohol overwhelmed me.
I couldn't take my eyes off the two of them.
And then, just as before, everything went black.
I fainted once again.