Soon, under the influence of the drug, the woman's crotch became wet, leaving my father's hands covered in a foul-smelling, lustful fluid.
After withdrawing his hand from between the woman's legs, the father sniffed it, then said with a wicked grin, "Madam, you smell so pungent! Haven't you been around in a while? You're so wet just from my touch. Don't you want me to fuck you?"
Looking at her father's wicked grin, the woman felt both ashamed and angry, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Actually, the woman didn't dislike her father's touch; his pure aura and woman-like appearance made her feel no aversion.
However, her long-held beliefs about chastity, and the fact that her husband was right there, made her resist strongly.
She was afraid her beloved husband would be angry, afraid he would think she was a shameless harlot.
In the Song Kingdom, a woman's chastity was more important than life itself.
"No, I'm not a harlot," the woman explained painfully.
"Silly woman, who said you're a harlot? It's someone like my daughter who's a harlot. You're just sensitive!" the father said, glancing at me with a wicked grin.
Hearing this, the woman turned her face away in anguish, knowing that struggling was futile; her father wouldn't give up on "treating" her.
The struggle had exhausted her last strength; she had no more power to resist and could only gasp for breath.
The father found the woman's pained expression quite novel.
Because around him were always sluts who willingly bent over, displaying their genitals.
We, her female relatives, were even more slutty and worthless to the core.
He hadn't seen a woman who valued chastity like this in a long time.
The likes of his mother had almost faded from his memory.
Seeing such a woman who valued chastity, the father's submissive nature awakened, and his long-dormant desire to play with women suddenly resurfaced.
Ignoring the woman's pained expression, the father slowly pulled down her pants and conservative underwear, completely exposing her lower body to him.
Watching the woman's vulva, oozing with lustful fluids under the influence of the drug, the father grinned wickedly and said, "So much fluid, stop pretending to be a virtuous woman. Be a good girl and let your big brother have some fun!"
After saying this, the father spread the woman's legs, buried his face between her legs, and began to suckle forcefully.
Under the father's skillful sucking, the woman's vulva flowed more and more fluids, the pleasure intensifying, the overwhelming pleasure making her want to moan involuntarily.
But the woman tried her best to endure it, because her beloved husband was beside her.
Not wanting her husband to think she was a harlot, she struggled to suppress the moans that wanted to escape her lips.
But when she looked at her husband, hoping to draw strength from him to resist the pleasure, she was disappointed.
Because her beloved husband was enjoying the pleasure of her sucking his penis with a blissful expression.
Watching her husband willingly spread his legs, his hips gently thrusting in sync with her sucking, his penis pumping in and out of her mouth, a soft moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Mmm..." The seductive moan was immediately suppressed after it left her lips.
But the woman, tormented by her own weak willpower, still shed tears of shame and indignation, then clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to let the moan escape her lips.
Father, his head buried between the woman's legs, his tongue almost completely inserted into her vagina, constantly tasting the abundant, lustful fluids flowing within.
Upon hearing the brief moan, the father said wickedly in his melodious voice, "Silly woman, if it feels good, just moan! You're so wet, so horny, it's obvious you're a slut. Haven't you had enough of pretending to be a virtuous woman after all these years? wiggle your slutty ass, stick out your big, horny cunt, and you'll know how good it feels to be a slut! Much better than being a virtuous woman!"
"I...I'm not...not...a slut!" the woman endured the waves of pleasure surging through her groin, trying her best not to respond to her father's sucking, forcing herself to speak with willpower.
After hearing her words, the father didn't say much.
Because he knew that this woman, who had been a virtuous woman for decades, would not give up her resistance just because of a few words. He had to do more to make her admit her lewdness.
The father sucked hard on the woman's crotch, then raised his head, pressed his body against hers, turned her face, and pressed his lips, covered in her juices, deeply against hers.
"Mmm..." The woman struggled violently as his mouth, slick with her own cunt's juices, pressed against hers. She shook her head desperately, trying to escape his kiss; she didn't want to taste her own fluids.
"You slut, have you tasted your own juices? Do you know how slutty your cunt is? Still won't admit you're a slut?" The father asked with a wicked grin after ending the deep kiss.
After tasting her own juices, the woman no longer had the courage to deny being a "slut." Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her eyes pleading, hoping her father wouldn't humiliate her further.
"Brother, please... please stop. Please..." the woman pleaded, her voice choked with sobs.
Seeing that the woman still refused to admit her wantonness, the father decided to use a more direct method to make her understand just how wanton her body was.
His thick penis pressed against her already prepared vulva, ready to possess this vulva that had never been enjoyed by anyone other than her husband.
Upon feeling her father's penis, the woman immediately understood that she was about to lose her virginity, that she would become a despised harlot.
Tears of anguish streamed from her eyes as she awaited the impending rape.
The father didn't keep her waiting long. He pressed his thick penis against her vulva, rubbed it a few times, and then thrust it in forcefully, penetrating her completely.
"Ah...uh...mmm..." A brief, intensely pleasurable moan escaped her lips before she immediately covered her mouth, stifling it.
But her sensitive body couldn't withstand the intense pleasure, and she continued to emit waves of pleasurable groans.
Those who heard her understood how much pleasure her body felt, how much she enjoyed being violated by the man on top of her.
"Good sister, be bolder, don't hold back anymore, just scream if you want to! Otherwise, it'll be even harder later!" the father said with a wicked grin, and then immediately began to thrust harder and harder. Amidst the sounds of "slapping," the father's perfect body relentlessly pounded against the woman's long-ailing body.
His thick penis thrust in and out of the woman's wet vagina, each stroke drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid.
With each thrust, the woman's body struggled to suppress the urge to respond.
With each thrust, the father infused his life force into the woman's body, simultaneously drawing out years of accumulated internal injuries and toxins.
Under the father's influence, her body gradually recovered.