After returning home from work, Lana had already reheated the small dishes she bought from the street stalls, waiting for me to enjoy them together.

"Sorry, I didn't feel like cooking much today. I'll make you something delicious this Sunday," Lana said, playfully sticking out her tongue.

I smiled. Being able to share a meal with the woman I loved was a blessing in itself; why should it matter who did the cooking?

Over dinner, Lana chatted incessantly about the trivial happenings at her office, while my eyes remained fixed on the evening news, occasionally offering a few words of agreement.

"And another thing..." Two rosy hues suddenly bloomed on her fair, tender cheeks. "Miss Hong next door asked me when we're planning to have a little baby." Lana looked at me with sparkling eyes, her gaze brimming with anticipation.

I gave an awkward smile. "Lana... you know..."

The air grew heavy for a few seconds until a news report broke the silence. (*A tragedy of incest has occurred in Chiayi; a father long-term assaulted his biological daughter, prompting the mother to file a lawsuit...*)

My brow furrowed, and I fell silent. Because Lana was not only my beloved wife, but she was also... my most cherished, precious daughter.

Sensing my melancholy, Lana stood up, walked to my side of the table, and tenderly embraced me. "Hubby! There you go again. We aren't like them."

"Besides..." Lana giggled softly. "It was me who teased you first!"

Lana was always this gentle, playful, and intuitive. Only then did the tightness in my heart loosen slightly. Yet, for a love that defied social morality, how many people could be like Lana and me—finding peace and happiness while remaining hidden within the urban jungle? I watched the soap operas after dinner with a half-hearted interest; that news report still weighed on my mind. Lana noticed my distraction, and during the commercials, she began to act coquettishly in my arms.

It was always like this. Whenever the news condemned those depraved fathers, Lana would effortlessly try to cheer me up, which only made me ache with more love and tenderness for my darling Lana.

"Hubby, time for a bath!"

The bath time following the television was our "intimate time." By now, she had swept her long hair up and stood naked in the room, preparing to change her clothes.

Lana had been a beautiful girl with a delicate, exquisite figure since middle school, but now she had blossomed into a mature, sultry beauty. Looking at her from behind—at her long, snow-white legs and her round, plump buttocks—my body responded instantly. Finally casting aside the shadows in my heart, I wrapped my arms around her with a grin and led her into the bathroom.

Lana gave me a playful glare, but her hands were far from idle. Her slender fingers began to fondle my unruly member, and before long, it was turgid and proud, standing erect before her eyes.

The steaming shower washed away the fatigue of my workday, but my cock grew even harder and thicker! I scooped Lana up in my arms and began to kiss her feverishly, one hand reaching down to gently knead her tender little flower. Lana let out a soft, coquettish moan as she slowly knelt down to take my thick shaft into her mouth. Watching her use her small mouth to suck and swallow the head, while her fingers lightly teased my scrotum, sent a wave of electric pleasure rushing from my lower abdomen straight to my brain.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I began to thrust roughly into her mouth.

"Mmph... don't... go too... deep..." Lana mumbled indistinctly, but even with her eyes tightly shut, she clung to me more closely, sucking with even greater fervor.

"...Mm... mmm... *slurp!*... *slurp!*" Lana sucked with a delicious, wet sound.

I quickened the pace, feeling her clever tongue licking the length of my glans. "...Lana... oh... you little... naughty girl... it feels... so good..."

My cock was stretched full within her mouth, and she could only respond with muffled, eager sounds.

After enjoying her rhythmic swallowing, I gripped the back of Lana's neck. Through our long-standing unspoken understanding, she knew I was about to climax. She gave a shy, slight nod, indicating she was willing to take it in her mouth. I immediately increased my speed, sprinting toward the finish. "Lana... Lana... I... love you so much!!... Ah!... Oh!"

Suddenly, with a series of intense contractions, a massive surge of thick, scorching semen pulsed into her mouth. Lana’s throat moved in rhythmic gulps as she swallowed every drop of the love fluid gushing from my cock.

Once she had finished "tasting" the last of the essence, I panted heavily as I slowly withdrew, a few strands of viscous fluid trailing from her lips.

She gave a playful smile. "You're terrible! If I knew you were going to release this much today, I wouldn't have helped you swallow it." She stood up and hugged me coquettishly. I held her tenderly; oh, how much I loved my sweet Lana!

Ever since we had "that affair," bathing together had become our time for sweet conversation and connection.

Occasionally, when she had provoked my anger or wanted to cheer me up, she would provide this kind of "special service."

And of course, if *I* was the one who made her angry...

I had swallowed quite a lot of the slippery, lustful nectar from Lana's pink little flower as well!

As for how this special bond with Lana came to be, one could only sigh at the whims of fate.

When I met my ex-wife, Yvonne, she was a renowned newspaper reporter, and I was a junior staffer helping her interview company executives. After the interview, we exchanged business cards, and within six months, amid the surprised blessings of everyone around us, we were married. That year, I had just finished my military service at twenty-two, and she was only twenty-three.

A year later, our lovely Lana was born, but the cracks in our marriage began to show. Yvonne's career was soaring, while I was working hard to be a good father. As Lana grew through elementary school, middle school, and vocational college, our bond grew tighter and tighter, while Yvonne drifted further and further away from us.

During Lana's third year of vocational college, Yvonne said calmly, "Let's divorce." She was already prepared to move to Canada to marry a business tycoon.

My face turned ashen as I remained silent; Lana pursed her lips, her eyes red as she rushed back to her room.

The agreement was that Lana would be raised by me, though Yvonne could visit whenever she wished. To help Lana clear her mind and to try to forget the unhappy marriage, I took Lana on a trip around the island.

The intimacy of a father and daughter relying on one another, combined with the beautiful scenery of various regions, gradually dissolved the unease in our hearts. And there, amidst the gentle, romantic sea breeze of Kenting at night, Lana and I began to feel something different...

After a pleasant day of snorkeling, Lana lay on the bed, complaining that her back ached.

"You should have listened when I told you to apply more sunscreen!"

Feeling for her, I took out some ointment to help her.

"Come on, lift up your shirt."

She was wearing a loose T-shirt; she obediently lifted it, and only then did I realize she wasn't wearing a bra, and her lower half was covered only by a pair of cute white panties.

"You little girl!" I laughed, giving her firm, rounded butt a playful smack. "Is it appropriate to run around a hotel dressed like this?"

"It is not! I don't even have the strength to go out, it's so tiring and painful!" She lay on the bed but didn't forget to turn her head and pout in protest.

As I gently applied the cool lotion to her shoulders and back, Lana let out a soft, comfortable moan.

My heart jolted! That moan was identical to the one Yvonne made when she was satisfied!

My hand caressed Lana's smooth, delicate back. The faint, ethereal scent of a young woman suddenly drifted toward me. In a moment of trance, my mind was filled with the sweet memories of my early marriage to Yvonne. How long had it been since I had shared sex with a woman?

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

I started, startled. Lana's face was flushed red.

And my hand... was already nearing the edge of her white panties.

The air seemed to freeze after the silence. For a long time, we just sat facing each other, wordless. Finally, sighing, I told Lana the reason for my wandering thoughts.

There was nothing we couldn't talk about.

Lana's face flushed once more. "Dad... do you feel very lonely?"

I smiled. "A divorced man like your dad, with a 'baggage' daughter like you... my market value has hit rock bottom!" We both laughed. Suddenly, Lana pulled away the blanket covering her front and lunged onto me. "Dad! I love you so much!"

"I love you too, silly Lana."

Although she was often informal and casual at home, and I had occasionally caught glimpses of her in "revealing" clothes, the air today was thick with an unusual, spring-like eroticism.

Suddenly, Lana cupped my head and looked at me with deep, innocent eyes, before saying with startling seriousness, "Daddy, I want you to 'love' me!"

I froze. My mind was flooded with the condemning, twisted images of incest one often saw in newspapers and news reports!

Reason constantly warned me in my heart: *Oh, heavens! Please don't let me fall in love with my own daughter!!*

But when my gaze drifted to the two peach-pink nipples on Lana's chest and her snow-white skin, I nearly went mad!

I had never known that the tender, crimson tips of a young woman's breasts could stir such wild, animalistic lust in a man. Her breasts weren't large, but their shape was exquisitely beautiful; her areolas were a soft peach, and more beautiful still were her tiny nipples, pointing sharply against her snowy skin.

Unable to help myself, I cupped my daughter's soft yet firm breasts, playing with them gently. In an instant, Lana blushed as red as a ripe, delicious strawberry.

I pressed her down onto the bed, showering her face, lips, and neck with deep, feverish kisses. My hands roamed uninhibitedly over her naked body.

Lana was truly "breathing like orchids" now; her rapid, shallow breaths caused her chest to heave up and down.

I began to gently suck, bite, and knead her adorable nipples and breasts. Lana let out soft moans, and my kisses continued to fall all over her.

Her long legs, her slender waist, her pale back, her enchanting breasts, her flat, smooth abdomen, her firm, rounded buttocks, and finally, the delicate, flowing stream between the sparse grass of her mound...

I greedily tasted the young, fragrant, and silky skin of the girl. Lana and I indulged in the unbridled fusion of our souls and bodies. We embraced and kissed deeply for a long, long time. The love we had both suppressed finally erupted like a mountain flood, uncontrollable and overwhelming. It turned out our love for each other was incredibly deep!

Time seemed to stand still. The air was filled with thick affection and the strange pleasure of crossing the taboo of father and daughter.

After a while, I glanced at her. Words were redundant now. Lana gave a shy smile, and I slowly pushed her legs apart. Being a young woman, she still possessed a hint of reserve; she resisted slightly, her face crimson, closing her eyes as if afraid to look at me.

I parted her tender, red labia, which were already glistening with lustful moisture. Slowly, I inserted my cock into her flower... it was so tight, so incredibly tight...

Lana trembled as she accepted me. "Dad... Dad... it... it hurts..."

Her budding flower made me feel both love and pity, fearing my brute force might be too much for her to bear, especially since she was my most cherished daughter.

I began to thrust slowly and steadily, repeatedly driving my thick shaft into my daughter's forbidden depths.

Whether it was tender, soulful affection or a storm of passionate thrusts, Lana moaned and cried out beneath me. Having experienced sex for the first time, she was already able to fully grasp the miraculous mysteries of pleasure. As I continued to pump in and out, Lana's gasps were interspersed with indescribable, passionate moans.

During the final, frantic thrusts, Lana writhed her body and finally screamed, "Ah... ah... Dad... Dad... I... I... truly... can't take it... oh...!"

But like a beast, I continued to ruthlessly devour my prey!

Lana gasped and moaned, clinging tightly to me, while I grew even more violent, ravaging and occupying her beautiful body. Then, with one final, powerful strike, I ejaculated a massive amount of thick, hot semen deep into my daughter's womb.

"Lana... my lovely Lana... I love you so much," I murmured, professing my devotion, while she lay on the bed, her face flushed and her skin drenched in fragrant sweat.

"Does it hurt?" I asked tenderly.

She kept her eyes closed and shook her head, but then I noticed the glint of tears in the corners of her eyes.

As I carried Lana to the bathroom to rinse off, my heart was a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to face the next chapter of our lives. Suddenly, Lana hugged me tightly, burying her head in my chest. "Dad... in the future... you have to be good to me."

"Lana... will you... blame Daddy...?" I asked haltingly.

In the bathroom, there was only the sound of rushing water.

Suddenly, Lana's face turned as red as the maiden's blood she had just shed. "Dad, since middle school, I've loved you so much it was driving me crazy..."

Her voice was so thin it was nearly drowned out by the water, yet every word struck heavily upon my heart.

Carrying her naked body back to the bed, she lay sprawled across my broad chest. I could not bring myself to take my eyes off her flawless, youthful form for even a moment.

The next morning, we drove back to Taipei in a hurry. In the days that followed, her flower accepted my cock every single day without reservation. I worked hard to expand my territory, planting the flag of a man's conquest deep within my daughter's tender depths!

A few days later, during a pleasant shared bath, she did it for the first time—she gently took my cock into her mouth. Watching my daughter use her small mouth to tenderly, yet shyly and clumsily, swallow my shaft, we reached a passionate climax. For the first time, I filled her mouth with my essence, even spraying it across her pure, lovely face...

Though sometimes I couldn't help but feel guilt, both Lana and I understood deeply how intensely we loved one another. Even now, many years after we first became lovers, the fiery, profound love between me and my daughter has never once dimmed.

Perhaps this kind of love has no tomorrow, but neither of us has ever regretted it. For how many vulgar people in this world ever truly experience the feeling of "true love"?

After her bath, she looks even more like a pure white magnolia. Right now, she is riding atop me, her body limp from the efforts of a seasoned warrior. The faint, ethereal scent of the young girl has long since transformed into the seductive, milky fragrance of a beautiful woman.

In Lana's hazy eyes, there is a gaze of complete trust and satisfaction in me.

I lifted Lana up, burying my head between her breasts, which had long since grown too large to be held in a single hand. Lana let out a long, deeply satisfied sigh.

"One more time?" I teased provocatively.

"Who's afraid of you!"

The little wanton before me rolled her eyes, and her sharp, moist tongue began to reach for my cock, licking it hungrily...