[Almost Became a Father of Two] (Part 1) Author: Angry Vest

Author: Angry Vest
Word Count: 5144

Seven years ago, I can't help but laugh every time I recall it, but back then I was genuinely worried
for a while .

To be closer to my workplace, I rented a small apartment in a good location, so
the rent was quite expensive. I hadn't learned anything good about living abroad, and I'd even lost some traditional Chinese virtues: thrift.

It was because of what happened in that apartment that I almost became a father of two.

When I first moved in, my neighbors across the hall were very welcoming. The husband was a working-class man who left early and returned late,
while the wife sold goods advertised in brochures. They were very kind, and the husband resembled the father in American Pie
. They had a daughter and a son. Their eldest daughter was married and lived elsewhere, so I won't go into details. Their younger son, by
Chinese standards, was a typical freeloader—over 30 years old and unwilling to work, staying home all day, leaving his parents
helpless. I'll call him Mr. A from now on. This guy, let's call him A, is lazy and good-for-nothing. When his parents came to visit,
they shook their heads when they talked about him, saying that he not only refused to work but also stole their money. They warned me to be careful and
not to give him any money or anything he asked for. I didn't want to get involved in their family matters, so I didn't ask why they didn't kick him out to
work . I guess his parents couldn't bring themselves to do it, afraid their son would go completely astray.

When I first moved into the apartment, I didn't know what kind of person A was. He came over and we chatted a lot, and we became friends
. We talked a lot about women. Of course, he knew I was a womanizer, and I knew he wasn't gay. After we got to know each other
, he started borrowing money from me. At first, I lent him 10 yuan, but a week later he asked for 20 yuan, which I refused.

But when he said we'd pay each other back, I lent him that too. After a while, he wanted to borrow 20 yuan again, but I
refused .

Later, as I got to know A better, I realized what kind of person he was and started to dislike him. Sometimes when my friends and I had
barbecues at home, he would knock on the door and ask for a free meal. We welcomed him once or twice, but we got annoyed when he always came to freeload without bringing anything,
so we stopped letting him come for meals. His parents were very kind to me. Sometimes they would bake cakes for me, come over to chat, and invite
me to dinner, and I reciprocated.

Once, I was hit on the nose with a brick and needed emergency surgery to avoid scarring. So
I had the surgery that night, paying $4,000. At that time, there was no way to have the surgery without paying; otherwise, I would have a
lifelong scar. I went home the next day and stayed home to recuperate for a week. Later, the police came to my house to investigate a case, and the neighbors
knew about it. The couple across the hall brought me food to comfort me. Here, I must mention a friend of mine,
a local . We've been friends for many years, very close. When we went back to China, he
even studied Chinese for a year to pursue a Chinese girl. After my surgery, I was confined to my home and couldn't go out, so this friend brought me food to take care of
me. We happened to run into the couple across the hall who were also visiting, and we started chatting. As you know, foreigners
have many misunderstandings about China, such as thinking Chinese people are poor and that the Chinese government restricts people's freedom. When these topics came up
, my friend, who had been to China, knew that many of these were rumors and helped me clarify. Because I was in so much pain
and needed to rest, I couldn't speak, so I just listened to their conversation. My friend meant well, trying to explain some of the
misunderstandings , but Westerners aren't as reserved as Chinese people
. They portrayed me and my family as if we were nouveau riche. He kept using me as an example, talking about my family's situation, my parents' jobs
,
and so on. Then, when the conversation turned to work, my friend even mentioned that in addition to my regular job, I also did some small business with the couple—importing Chinese goods here and selling them to customers—and said the income was good. I was devastated.
How could I tell them these things? It would cause unnecessary trouble later. Then they talked about my nose surgery,
and my friend said I paid $4,000 upfront. The couple were completely stunned. I thought, "This is
it ." I only have a small income, and my parents' life savings are being attributed to me. Now they
think I'm rich. If they have malicious intentions, I'll be in big trouble. I guess it was because the couple heard my
friend's exaggerated explanation, and considering the new car I'd just bought for my business and the rent I was paying,
they said to me as they left, "It seems you live the life of an elite in China." Well, I wish you a speedy recovery. I
kept shaking my head but couldn't make a sound, only managing a bitter smile inwardly.

Sure enough, I knew they were after me. As soon as I recovered, the lady across the hall came to me and said that if my business
needed help, I should contact her son, Mr. A. I had to explain that it was a small business and didn't need anyone, but if
it grew bigger I would definitely hire Mr. A. Of course, I would never hire someone as lazy and good-for-nothing as Mr. A. Then
Mr. A came to me, saying that his cousin was visiting, and they had told her about me. His cousin was very
interested because she and I graduated from the same university and might even know each other, so she wanted to get to know me. His cousin
was coming to visit again tomorrow, and I would bring her to my house for drinks. When I heard what A said, I thought he was making it
up to trick me into buying him drinks, so I told him that if he really brought his cousin to my house the next day, I would buy drinks and we could all
have fun.

It turned out to be true; the next day, he knocked on my door to introduce his cousin to me. Of course, I
was happy . What's more, I had indeed seen this girl many times back in school, but we were in different classes and never spoke.

I remember she was often with a guy from the same school, probably her boyfriend from university. I
remember that girl being rather flirtatious and provocative. My impression of this woman was that she wasn't pretty or ugly, but at least
I didn't dislike her. The woman said she remembered me too, saying she had a crush on me when she first saw me. Good grief
, of course I didn't believe her. It was just that A's family said I was rich and they were trying to hook up with rich guys. After a few drinks, I
naturally went along with it, all for the sake of sleeping with her that night. Let's call her B. At the time, I also thought it best not to get involved
with this kind of neighborly relative; we'd run into each other all the time, and if things went wrong, it would be hard to clean up the mess. Later,
I thought it was all about mutual attraction and impulsiveness between men and women. People are more open-minded these days, and the neighbors probably wouldn't interfere in my feelings
.

If this girl was really nice and I was willing, there was nothing wrong with her being my girlfriend. So I convinced
myself it was okay, let's sleep together first, better safe than sorry. Girl B was really outgoing, acting like we
knew each other well , and we chatted happily for a while. That night, I added fuel to the fire, and we went to a bar with her and some other friends
, partying until late and drinking a lot. Of course, after leaving the bar, it was consensual, so I took Girl B home and slept with her.

As I undressed her, I thought about that time when you were being slept with by another man, and we just walked past each other without...
It felt like fate that we slept together today; I was instantly aroused. B had a good
figure . When I took off her clothes, I noticed she had a nice figure, but a lot of fat around her stomach, a loose abdomen,
and stretch marks from her lower abdomen to her thighs. I jokingly wondered if she'd had a child. But
how could that be? She'd just graduated; that's just her figure. I thought it was a pity; her overall figure
was good, but her lower abdomen and thighs were unsightly. But it's not my wife, so it's not my problem. B was very proactive; she took
my penis and put it in her mouth, intentionally making sounds of enjoyment, which quickly made me hard. I put on a condom, ready to
penetrate . However, because I'd drunk a lot of alcohol from the afternoon until evening, my penis immediately went soft after putting on the condom
. B then gave me a blowjob, and I went soft again after putting on the condom. I was very embarrassed, but B seemed understanding.

In reality, some men can't get an erection after drinking; it's the effect of alcohol. B asked if I had any diseases,
and whether I without a condom and just penetrate her. When she said that, I thought I misheard. Really? She was offering to
go in without a condom? I couldn't be happier! Of course, I figured since she was a relative of my neighbor across the street and a student
, even though I didn't know her before, she was probably a respectable woman like most students, and definitely didn't have any
diseases . Actually, I shouldn't have thought that way, but the alcohol made my libido so high that I didn't think rationally anymore,
and I just thrust in without a condom. Without a condom, I could feel her vagina, which was more stimulating, and my penis
didn't soften. Alcohol acts as an inhibitor; with a condom, you can't feel the vagina, so it's soft. When I inserted it, it felt very loose,
which didn't seem to match her petite figure. Some women, especially Western women, have very wide and loose vaginas,
which usually means they have large pelvises. Her pelvis felt small, but it felt so loose. I even joked that she
must have been penetrated by large penises a lot. Of course, there's no scientific basis for that, but thinking about it made it even more exciting. Because of the alcohol
, I lasted a long time with her for the first time, and she was moaning a lot. Finally, I ejaculated in the traditional missionary position. Of course,
I still had a sliver of rationality. Before ejaculating, I pulled out my penis and ejaculated. Because I was busy with work and
hadn't had sex or masturbated in a long time, the semen shot incredibly far. The first wave even hit her eyes, and she screamed in fright
. We rested for a while, then went for a second and third time. The second time, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and
quickly sat up to take it in her mouth, ejaculating all of it. The third time, we were in a doggy style, and I pulled out my penis and ejaculated around her anus.

After three times, I couldn't take it anymore and went to sleep.

I don't remember if I woke up on my own or because she woke me up at 8 am. I remember being very, very tired, but she still wanted more.

I couldn't pretend to be a coward, but I was much more awake in the morning and prepared to wear a condom. But she laughed and said, "You ejaculate
without , why are you wearing one now?" I thought she was right, and she asked me to do it three more times. Actually
, I didn't feel much pleasure during the last two times in the morning; I was just very tired and went along with her. So we did it a total of six times,
but it was truly unforgettable. Because she was very proactive, she dared to try many things on the first time, such as oral sex.
Especially when I intentionally asked her if she minded anal sex, she said it was no problem. I, on the other hand, hate anal sex and was just asking.
We got up at noon, and I treated her to lunch. On the way, I kept thinking about how I'd had sex without a condom six times, and even though I always
pulled out and ejaculated outside, there were still risks, especially the first time. Because it had been a long time since I'd done it, I
felt a lot of fluid leaking out before I ejaculated. So I asked her if she wanted me to buy her birth control pills. Surprisingly,
she told me she'd been taking long-acting birth control pills, one a day, prescribed by her doctor to regulate her hormones. I
thought, "Damn it, I should have just ejaculated inside." Sulking, I didn't say anything and took her home.

After she got home, she started texting me. Only a day after we broke up, she knocked on my door that afternoon.

I saw it was her and asked why she hadn't told me she was coming. She said she was visiting A and just happened to drop by. Okay,
"just happened to drop by" and she even brought me a cake she'd made. Then she asked what food was in the fridge so she could make me dinner. Holy
crap, this is like she's about to become my wife! I was a little reluctant at the time because, let alone a wife,
I didn't even want a girlfriend. I had just broken up with my ex-girlfriend a few months prior and wanted to maintain the joy of single life.
That's how people are; having a girlfriend or wife makes you feel happy, but the added responsibility and constraints make you crave freedom.
Ultimately , although I didn't dislike B-girlfriend, she wasn't the type I fell for at first sight, so
we'd only been dating for a few days and I hadn't yet felt convinced. Of course, I already knew how to cherish good girls. Even if it wasn't love at first sight,
if a girl is good to me, feelings can develop slowly over time. So, watching her walk away, although I was
a little unwilling to contact her so frequently, I decided to give her a chance to see if we could
take it to the next level. So, I accepted and cooked with her. That night, she wanted to stay at my place, which I wasn't happy about
because it would disrupt my plans. I told her I had to get up early for work the next day, and it wouldn't be convenient for her to stay, so
I offered to take her home that night. Of course, after dinner, she took the initiative to have sex with me. Honestly, I had just
finished sex , so I wasn't really into it. But since she was offering herself up, I figured I couldn't back down, so I went
for it. This time, I wasn't drunk and was much more rational. When I took off her clothes and gave her oral sex, I noticed her stretch marks on her lower abdomen—quite a lot
. I kept thinking, "How come she has those things that only middle-aged Western women have at such a young age?" Later, when we were about to
penetrate , I remembered her saying she was taking birth control pills, which meant
I could ejaculate inside her. So I asked her if she was taking them and if I could ejaculate inside her. She said she was, and that I could. So I went straight for it.

When I was about to ejaculate, she used the woman-on-top position, which most women like. With my deep thrusts,
I ejaculated all my semen inside her. That night, I took her home. After saying goodbye, she got out of the car and walked towards her house when she
suddenly remembered something and turned back to tell me that she had talked to her mother and wanted me to come over to meet her mother and introduce me
to her "children." My first thought was that she must have pets like dogs or cats, which is why she
called them "pet children." I didn't think much about it and just said yes. In the following weeks, we went out a few times, and she
came to my house several times. Of course, every time she came, she wanted to stay, and I agreed as long as I wasn't free the next day.
I thought since she was so sincere, I should be serious too. Sometimes I even felt like I was about to accept her.

A few weeks into our relationship, things changed completely. I remember that day after we went to the movies, I
was going to take her home. She asked me to go to the supermarket with her. She picked up a few bags of baby milk. Without thinking much, I asked her
who she was buying them for. She said she was buying them for her two children. I then asked what kind of pets they were, a cat or a dog. She was very strict...
She solemnly told me it was her child, a real person. When I confirmed her seriousness, I froze instantly. I pretended to be
calm and asked her why she hadn't told me on the first day we met. She said she thought A had already told me. We were both silent on the way home.
When we got her house, she asked if I wanted to go in and see her child. I said no
and left. She sensed the awkward atmosphere. Back home, I thought and thought, and all I felt was a feeling of being deceived, a feeling
I couldn't express . I went to A and asked him if his cousin had a child. A said yes. I asked him
why he hadn't told me, and A said he thought his cousin had told me on the first day. Good heavens! At first,
I felt like I'd been tricked, but later I gradually understood: it had nothing to do with me; it was B's history.
She didn't owe me anything, and I didn't owe her anything. We were just dating, and
whether she intentionally or unintentionally hid anything, I could choose not to continue the relationship. It was no big deal. So that night, I decided to
end the relationship . Of course, I'm soft-hearted and didn't want to hurt B too much. I didn't want to tell her via text or phone that we
weren't seeing each other anymore. I planned to gradually distance myself from her, intentionally reducing our meetings, and telling her that if she was willing, we could
start as friends. Actually, I never really liked girl B to begin with, so this was a good time to let it go. In the following days, girl B
kept asking if I was angry, saying it was all a misunderstanding; she thought guy A had said something to me. I told her
it was nothing, that our relationship had nothing to do with her child. We could start as boyfriends, and if it worked out, we could
continue . Then girl B kept asking me to come to my house. Of course, I said I was busy with work and didn't have time. But to avoid going too
far, I went out with her a few times. She always wanted to have sex with me at my house, but I felt it wasn't appropriate at the moment. She's
serious about us, and I'm not sure if we're really together, so I didn't want to give her the wrong message. After all, she
's a relative of my neighbor across the street. I hoped she wouldn't come to my house and would gradually stop contacting me. Forget it.
In the following days, girl B kept asking if I was angry, saying it was all a misunderstanding; she thought guy A had said something to me
. I told her it was nothing, that our relationship had nothing to do with her child. We could start as boyfriends, and if it worked out,
we could continue. Then girl B kept asking me to come to my house. Of course, I said I was too busy with work.
But to avoid going too far, I went out with her a few times. She always wanted to have sex with me at my house, but I felt it
wasn't appropriate, at least not right now. She's serious about me, and I'm not sure if we're really in a relationship, so I can't give her the wrong
message . After all, she's a relative of my neighbor across the street. I hope she stops coming to my house and eventually stops contacting me altogether.

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