Don't Ask Who My Husband Is (Urban Life Adult Novel)

A 21-year-old girl whose parents divorced when she was young and who had been dependent on her grandmother, went to work in her father's company after graduating from high school. As they spent time together day and night, she gradually fell in love with her biological father and often wrote poems to describe the feeling of being in love with her father. The father and daughter later lived together and led a life like husband and wife. The daughter got pregnant three times, but under the pressure of the incest issue, she had to have an abortion. This is her fourth pregnancy and the fetus in her belly is already 6 months old.

My name is Lina, I am Malaysian and was raised by my grandmother.

I heard from my grandmother that my father often goes out for business. Mom couldn't stand the loneliness, so she had an affair with another man, and Dad found out. So they divorced, and I was only five years old that year.

Soon, my mother remarried, left her hometown, and rarely heard from her. Dad never remarried and was busy with his business.

I was given to my grandmother to raise. To me, my grandmother is like my mother.

My father has lived in Kuala Lumpur for business for many years. My grandmother and I live in my hometown. My father comes back to see us occasionally, and every time he brings a woman with him. As far as I know, he has never lacked women around him, but he has never been married.

I think my father shouldn’t remarry, maybe because his marriage failed. I don’t know whether my father hates my mother or not, but I know that he loves me very much and doesn’t want me to have a stepmother. My life was simple. I remember always asking my grandmother when my father would come back. She always said: He will be back soon. If I am obedient, he will be back soon. But I always have to wait a long time before I can see him.

I grew up day by day. One time, my father stared at me with strange eyes. He looked at me from head to toe and was in a daze. He told his grandmother that Lina looked more and more like her mother. My impression of my mother is very vague, but I have photos of her. Take a look at her photo, really, they are exactly the same, except that her chest is not bulging yet.

When I entered high school, waiting for my father to come home was still the most important thing in my life. Dad doesn't have a fixed time to come back, so people always have to wait for him. I can only wait. I often ask my grandma, will Dad come back? She said she didn't know either. However, if you dress up and look nice, you might be able to meet him. Sure enough, he came back not long after. I dressed up carefully and walked in front of him. His eyes were bright and he followed my figure. What grandma said came true. Dad came back more and more frequently. I saw him almost every weekend, but the woman beside him disappeared.

My father never spoke to me face to face. He seemed like a teacher, superior and serious.

He took teenage love very seriously and often asked his grandmother if Lina had a boyfriend. One day, he talked to me alone and said, Lina, you have grown up, are there any boys pursuing you? I said, not yet. He said that young people should focus on their studies and not fall in love. He asked me to promise him that I would not fall in love while I was studying.

Every time he sees me, he asks if I have a boyfriend. I understand that he values ​​my studies. For this reason, I have never dared to let boys pursue me.

After graduating from high school, I took the entrance exam to go to university. There were not many job opportunities in the countryside. My father said that it was tiring to travel back and forth to see me every week. He wanted to take me to Kuala Lumpur to help out in his company and learn how to do business from him.

So I packed a suitcase and went to Kuala Lumpur with my father. He said that he often brought his girlfriend home to spend the night, and it was inconvenient for her to live with me, so he arranged for me to live in the company dormitory. I can understand my father's situation. I have seen many of his girlfriends. If it were another man, he would have remarried long ago. It is unimaginable that he is not married and does not even have a woman.

I look forward to being with my father all the time, that is my happiness. Life in the big city opened my eyes. I was only sixteen years old, with a childish look on my face. Coming from the countryside, I felt very rustic, but I followed the fashion and put on my work uniform. I became my dad's secretary and suddenly became an office lady. Every day when I put on new clothes, put on light makeup, and enter my father's office, his eyes would linger on me. I believe that I can do this job.

I'm not that interested in my dad's business; I'm only interested in him. Working for him helped me get to know him a little better. He is a career-oriented person, smart and capable. He focuses all his energy on business and has no interest in life. He is simply a workaholic.

I am a young girl in love, but my love life is blank and I have never been in love. There are many young male colleagues in the company, but maybe because I am the boss’s daughter, no one dares to approach me. I have no friends in Kuala Lumpur and my father is the center of my life. The convenience of working for him, and being with him day and night, over time, I developed a special feeling for him...

His business covers both domestic and overseas business, so he is often away from home, sometimes for more than a month. I hate it when he has to go out because I get lonely. I began to sympathize with my mother's affair because I could empathize with her loneliness at that time. I dared to show my unhappiness in front of him.

I said to him, what's the point of bringing me to Kuala Lumpur while you always go out and leave me aside and ignore me?

My father did something that surprised me. When he came back from abroad, he called me into his office and gave me a gift.

The gift was wrapped very delicately. It was the first time my father gave me a gift. I took it and said thank you, but I didn’t know whether I should open it in front of him. He saw my hesitation and told me why I didn't open it and take a look.

I took a deep breath and opened it with trembling hands. It was a bright pearl necklace. He asked, do you like it?

I nodded. He said, since you like it, why not wear it now?

He came around behind me, put it around my neck and buttoned it up with his own hands. He placed his hand gently on my arm and said to me, it looks very beautiful. His warm breath fanned against the back of my bare neck. My heart was in a state of panic, and I asked myself what good deeds I had done to deserve such an expensive gift? I got a necklace for losing my temper.

I thanked him again and told him that I had never accepted any gift from him. He said, I'm sorry, I'm a heartless father. I have never bought even a doll for my daughter.

That day after get off work, he asked me to accompany him for dinner and entertainment, which was a real favor. A country girl of sixteen or seventeen followed her father to a luxurious club, where the two of them had a candlelight dinner in a private room. He stared at the sparkling pearl necklace around my neck all night. I didn't dare to take a deep breath for fear that he would see the rise and fall of my chest. From that moment on, he looked at me differently, and when he looked at me, I would blush.

After that, he still went out often, but every time he bought me expensive gifts, such as jewelry, handbags, and even fashion. He would call me from far away and ask me whether I liked a certain brand or style of clothing, and always ask for my measurements and sizes. , my relationship with my father changed. I felt that he was trying to please me and spent more time with me. He would turn down some social engagements and have dinner with me, but I only dared to tell him about people and things in the company.

However, no matter how rare and expensive the gifts were, they could not satisfy me. I hated him going out more and more, and he made me miss him. I love writing poetry. When I miss him, I express my feelings in poems and write down my girlish thoughts. He found out that I could write poetry and asked me for some to read. If I let my father read my poems, I would blush because they are simply love poems.

I showed him some of my previous writings with great trepidation, and specifically pointed out that the person I missed at the time was not another boy, but him. Because I promised not to date boys.

My father read it and praised it. He said that although he was not good at literature, he appreciated the artistic conception of my poems and rewarded me to write more. He made a deal with me that for every gift he gave me, I would give him a poem.

So, every week we exchanged gifts, and I had no lack of inspiration because my mind was focused on him. When he is out or too busy to pay attention to me, I become distracted and uneasy. I wonder if he sometimes deliberately leaves me alone to test my patience and stimulate my creativity.

After he was done with his work, whenever he went on a date with me, we would always be drawn a little closer by some kind of attraction.

During this period of time, I noticed subtle changes in my father. He won’t apologize for being affectionate with me.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he would touch my body, hold my hand or put his hand on my shoulder under some pretext. There was a hidden meaning in the conversation, which made the sixteen-year-old girl feel amorous. But everything is subtle and full of hints. In my mind, he stepped down from the altar of father and became a man who wanted to be close to me. I was no longer afraid of him, and taking advantage of my privilege as a daughter to act coquettishly in front of my father, I gave him every opportunity to get close to me. My father never let him go, and we shortened the physical distance between us to an extremely sensitive point.

A fine line of difference! We can't get any closer than this, any closer would mean we're a couple.

Once, he went out on business and invited me to go with him. I am his secretary and arrange the itinerary according to his wishes.

We will spend a lot of time together, and he will still only book one room in the hotel. I specifically asked him what kind of room he wanted. He said, it's the same as before. But we were going together, father and daughter, which meant that he planned for us to sleep in the same room and on the same bed. I had a feeling something was going to happen, and I felt like I was walking on iron wire.

This is my first business trip with my dad. He handled the daytime work on his own and left me in the hotel. I dare not predict what will happen in the evening. I was in the hotel room, wearing a sexy suspender robe and the pearl necklace he gave me, waiting for him anxiously. I bought the robe especially for this trip. I don't know why I bought it, and I can't explain why I put it on my dad. When he opened the door and came in, he saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, with a large part of my legs exposed under my skirt, and I became the focus of his attention. My heart was pounding, I dropped my eyes and brought my knees together. He came over to me, sat down, opened his arms, put one hand on my shoulder, and I leaned towards his chest.

He said, I came back late, you have been waiting for me for a long time, right?

I didn't dare look up. I put my hands on my thighs, as if to cover its nakedness.

He said, are you afraid to be alone with your dad? I said no, I'm not afraid. He said he wanted me to tell him whether I loved him or not. I lowered my eyes and whispered to him shyly, of course I loved him. He said, Dad loves you too, and lifted my head to look at my blushing face. He said, my Lina has grown up. Then, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me mouth to mouth like a lover.

In the poem, I long for the man who loves me to kiss me, but everything is only in fantasy. When my lips felt wet and warm from being kissed, I was scared. I knew that Dad had decided to do something more intimate with me. He wanted to see me naked and caress me. My heart was pounding, I couldn't help but understand, we sat on the only bed in the room, he kissed me, ready to sleep with me, do those things that men and women would do.

My father interpreted the love and romance in my poem into a lingering kiss that kept holding me.

I let him hug and kiss me. Panicked, but not daring to escape, confused, with no questions to ask. He pulled down the straps of my nightgown, untied the bow on my chest, and exposed my breasts. His hands were placed on my exposed breasts, I didn’t dare to look at how Daddy’s hands squeezed and caressed me, and his hands were so gentle on my delicate skin. He teased and kissed the two nipples in turn. He has made it clear that he doesn't treat me as his daughter. At this moment, he stripped off my clothes and wanted me to become his woman. My whole body started shaking.

He said, "Lina, don't be afraid, this is love. I want you to know that I love you."

He put his arms around me, hugged me, and kissed me, pecking and then sucking. At first I hesitated and dodged, but when I couldn't avoid it, I just went along with him and accepted his passionate kiss, letting his tongue find what it wanted in my mouth.

Soon, a wave of electricity, triggered by my teased and excited nipples, spread throughout my body, covering up my embarrassment. I closed my eyes tightly and dared not look at him. His hands moved up and down inside my nightgown, caressing my breasts, thighs, and the area between my thighs. I didn't dare move. I didn't know what I should do or what I shouldn't do. I just let him do whatever he wanted.

He was a skilled lover who knew how to make a girl's body obey his commands. When my breathing became heavy and rapid, he lifted up my nightgown and took it off. I still don't dare to look. His hands left my body and he stood up, standing further away, looking at the shape of my entire body. I held my breath, waiting for his hand to fall on my body again and explore the protruding and sunken areas. I heard him admire my beautiful figure. He said, Lina, you know that the pearl necklace and your perfectly developed body are a perfect match.

His fingers gently flicked on my nipples and he said to me, I was right, you have a better figure than your mother. He spread my thighs apart, unscrewed the cap of the lubricant, squeezed it, applied a lot of it with his fingers, opened the folds of my labia, and applied it into my vagina. He inserted two fingers into the vagina and rubbed it gently. The action made me shiver. Dad whispered in my ear, "Lina, don't worry, it won't hurt." Dad knows how to make you happy. Then, he laid me on the bed and slowly inserted his sexual organ into me.

I dare not look at it, his big and thick thing will scare me to death. His body pressed down like a huge wall.

He supported my butt with his hands, making my slender body fit against him. He carefully instructed me to relax, not to be afraid, to give myself to him and to move with him, and that way I would enjoy the pleasure of sexual intercourse. I obeyed him and accepted his gentle lovemaking. So, here, there, and in every sensitive part of my body, Dad ignited the fire of desire, burned me, and turned me into his woman.

I think it was not pain, but pleasure. He said it wouldn't hurt.

The bed sheets were stained with my blood, telling my father that he was my first man. I don’t know why I cry after making love. My thoughts are mixed and I don’t know how to deal with it. Daddy was very satisfied with the intercourse with me. In fact, it was the process of him getting me. He comforted and encouraged me with gentle caresses and kisses. He told me softly that Daddy was a lucky man because he could personally spend the virginity of my little princess with her. Thank you for keeping your virginity for me. I thought you were too young to have sex at this time, and I was a little worried that I was too impatient. I didn't expect that having sex with you would feel so wonderful...

He had sex every night of the trip. I am a docile little lamb and my father is a hungry wolf.

His sexual needs are so strong that I am overwhelmed. I try to cater to him, but I do it with trepidation, not knowing if I can satisfy his needs. He carefully planned every night's intercourse to create a romantic atmosphere, making it easy and ideal to go to bed with him, and of course, leaving beautiful memories. If I still had any doubts and confusions, he cleared them up for me the night before I returned.

After making love that I began to enjoy a little, he put a diamond ring on my finger, asked me and said, we will go back to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow. He was tired of those women who he didn't know whether their feelings were genuine or fake.

He planned to live with me in the future if I didn't hate sleeping with him. That is to say, he wants me to move in with him. I couldn't refuse this suggestion. Excited beyond belief, that’s why I went to the city.

But I knew I had to adjust my desire for a family life with my dad. We will have a sex life, and I never imagined that having sex with my dad would become an indispensable part of our lives.

When I first arrived in Kuala Lumpur, I was assigned to live in a dormitory, which made me feel a little cheated. But this time, he didn't lie to me, everything was as he planned. He drove his female companion away, took me in and lived with me. He held my hand and walked into the house. I felt a little like a woman returning home.

We started living like a married couple, and I grew from a girl to a young woman. When I was sixteen, I was pretty and beautiful. When I was thirteen or fourteen, my breasts were fully developed and I started having sex. My dad's praise made my breasts stand up more confidently. The vagina knows how to lubricate itself, so there is no need for KY. I am confident that I can be worthy of my father and make him happy.

We were like a pair of lovers, going to work and coming home together, a loving father and daughter that everyone else envied. The family life with my father that I had dreamed of since childhood was realized in this way. My role has changed, I am no longer a daughter but a wife. With my father sleeping next to me, I seemed to have got what I wanted. My sex life is happy, and my naive face often reveals a woman's satisfaction.