Comrades and Women

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I'm free today, so I thought I'd share another story. It's not chronologically related to what happened before. I'll just write about whoever comes to mind. Let me
briefly introduce her: she's from Nanjing, born in 1988, an only child, 163cm tall, slightly chubby, flat-chested, and no butt. Her looks are average. Our meeting was quite bizarre. She first met my fellow townsman and comrade-in-arms. After I retired from the army in 2004, I settled down at home. My comrade-in-arms stayed in the military. In 2013, he suddenly called saying he was coming back to Shandong to visit relatives and asked me to host him. I had to arrange it (in previous years, I always had to arrange for a girl to meet him). So I drove to pick him up. When I met him, there were two of them, and anyone could tell they were lovers. I thought I'd saved money this time, at least I wouldn't have to find a girl for my comrade-in-arms. I arranged food and lodging for them that day. After they ate and drank well, I was about to go home when my comrade-in-arms stopped me. He asked me to take him home. I asked him what about his girlfriend, and he told me to take her back to her hotel when I got back. I was completely dumbfounded. What kind of operation was this? I agreed without much thought. After all, you can't mess with a friend's wife. After dropping my comrade off, I took the girl back to her hotel. When I was about to leave, the girl got upset. She said she was scared to be alone. I thought, "Damn, if your guy doesn't want you, I can't touch you." I was just trying to get away, but she grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. She wanted me to watch her sleep before I left. She looked like she was about to cry. I reluctantly agreed to watch a movie with her and then go home. She agreed and gave him my phone number before leaving, telling him to call if he needed anything. The next day, my comrade called, asking where I had arranged for the girl. I told him the location and he could find her himself. After that, there was no further conversation.
At this point, the matter should have ended there, and there shouldn't have been any further issues. However, my comrade was visiting his family, and his wife was constantly bothering him, so he couldn't leave. He asked me to go and keep the girl company, which I refused. I don't know what my comrade did, but the girl kept calling me, asking where I could eat or if I could take her out. After all, it's just a small city with only five counties; how could I possibly take her sightseeing? Besides, she's not my sister. So I called my comrade and scolded him, telling him to either appease the girl or send her away. I decisively chose the latter. So I drove the girl to the JN high-speed rail station, thanking me countless times along the way. Just before she got off the train, I saw that she had promptly blocked my comrade's contact information and WeChat. I politely said things like, "Call me again if you come to Shandong again," and that's how we parted for the first time.
Perhaps it was because she was in an unfamiliar place, and I, a stranger, had taken such good care of her, that I expressed my gratitude. After returning to Nanjing, she would call me whenever she had free time and send video calls. That's how we started chatting, for about three months. We became quite familiar with each other. She always called me "little brother," so I simply called her "sister." When my birthday was approaching, she suggested, "Come to Nanjing for my birthday!" I was impulsive at the time, checked the timetable and the high-speed rail ticket, and decided on a date. When I was almost in Nanjing, I called her to tell her I was almost there and had already passed CZ. After hearing this, she said she would book a room first and then pick me up from the station, telling me to wait for her at the exit. Her plans after picking me up were simple: we ate salted duck and duck blood soup. She bought me a small cake at a bakery we passed, which was very thoughtful. We didn't hold hands, just strolled around like friends until late. She took me back to the hotel, and in the room, I was struggling with my thoughts. Should I take advantage of this opportunity? Just as I was hesitating, she hugged me from behind, and I didn't hold back. I reached up and lifted her clothes, and when I touched her underwear, it was completely wet. I asked her when it got wet. She said it started the moment she saw me. We did it three times that night. I barely slept a wink. The next day, I slept until noon, and then we did it again. She was a little overwhelmed. When we went shopping, she kept saying her legs hurt and felt weak. I chuckled. After that wonderful first time, I went to Nanjing once or twice a month afterward. This went on for four years, during which she became pregnant once. At the time, the TV drama "Dwelling Narrowness" was airing. She said she didn't want to end up like the woman in the show. She had an abortion. After that, to avoid getting pregnant again, she meticulously planned her menstrual cycles.
In the fourth year, I forget which month of 2016, she planned the date again, just like before. I booked the tickets. Unfortunately, something came up at work. I called her to say it might have to be postponed for a week, and she immediately got upset. She said something harsh: "If you don't come this time, don't ever come again." So I quickly finished what I was doing and rushed over. When I arrived, nothing seemed special, just like usual. We ate and shopped, but things changed when we got back to the room. She was unusually proactive. Before, we'd need to rest after one time. Her oral skills were terrible. Even after three years together, she hadn't improved. This time, she actually took the initiative to perform oral sex and sat on top. Afterward, she didn't rush to shower. After the second time, I guessed what was going on. After all, we'd been together for four years. I asked her if she was ovulating. She didn't hide anything and admitted it directly. She wanted a child. I told her I could have the child, but she couldn't take it. I couldn't give her marriage. She decisively said, "I'm just borrowing a seed from you. I'm not asking you to divorce." I was stunned. I still had to ask her rational questions about child support and childcare. She simply said, "This child is hers. It has nothing to do with me. I'm just borrowing a seed from you." I felt like I was delivering a seed. Since things were so clear, I just gave her two more orgasms. Later, I waited for the good news of her period the following month, but the good news didn't come. Two lines. She was pregnant. Oh my god. After she got pregnant, she really distanced herself from me. She hardly ever called. During the holidays, I took my parents to Nanjing for a trip, and she didn't even have time to see me. At that time, I really felt like I was delivering a seed. It wasn't until the third day after the child was born that she told me it was a boy. I wanted to see her. She wouldn't let me see the baby, waiting until she finished her postpartum confinement period. I thought she'd let me see the child, but she wouldn't. She was afraid I'd take the baby away, and it's been like that ever since. I've only seen this child in photos and videos. Now the child is six years old, and I've never seen him. Shortly after she finished her confinement, a family crisis happened, and I was busy for three years, spending a lot of money. She understood; after all, it's about life, death, and aging. After settling things at home, I wanted to visit her, but she resolutely refused, firmly preventing me from recognizing the child. Now we occasionally contact each other, chatting about everyday things, but we can't talk about the child. If we do, she changes the subject. I don't know how to handle this relationship in the future. She still says she won't let me see the child. Although this child looks like her and doesn't resemble me, my two own children are instantly recognizable as mine. Maybe there's another story behind this. After all, she hasn't used this to blackmail me, and I haven't pried into it.

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