Girlfriend's father

Is hemorrhoids contagious or hereditary?
My girlfriend's answer was, "It's hereditary. Look, my dad has hemorrhoids, and Coco (my aunt) and I both have them."
Speaking of her father, who is my future father-in-law, I don't really like him. Shortly after I started dating my girlfriend, she excitedly told her family that she had found a boyfriend and asked me to choose a photo for her to send back. Apparently, her mother thought the photo was quite nice, but her father insisted on meeting him in person and seeing his daughter, so he came in person. Before
meeting her father, my girlfriend asked me to familiarize myself with his background. My girlfriend said her father was very smart, but because he was labeled as one of the "Five Black Categories" when he was young, he didn't receive a good education. However, through his own efforts, he rose from a worker to a workshop foreman to a manager, and before retiring, he became the third or fourth-in-command of some well-known company.
When we met, my girlfriend's father talked at length about his illustrious life and insights into life, going from the TV series "The Grand Mansion Gate" to buying stocks. My girlfriend clung to her father's arm with reverence, and I listened attentively, pretending to be respectful. Later, I heard his comment on me was four words: "A promising young man."
Promising young man? Who's the fool?
I have my reasons for disliking my father-in-law. I understand the old man's need to act like one, but he's too mercenary (I later learned from my mother-in-law that his mercenary nature stemmed from marrying an even more mercenary woman from Wuxi). More importantly, I felt there was a significant difference in our communication levels.
While enjoying my relationship with my girlfriend, I hadn't considered the social relationships I would face. Suddenly, I had to think: what would I do if this person became my father-in-law? This completely exceeded my expectations. This bewilderment left my mind extremely confused, which may explain why I had so many strange thoughts and did so many absurd things back then. Of course, another reason for this absurdity stemmed from the issue of my girlfriend's virginity, which I won't elaborate on here.
One point that perfectly illustrates the absurdity of that time was that after performing a live sex act in front of my sister-in-law, I would often bring it up, asking her if she was nervous and excited at the time, and even wondering if we had woken up Coco.
Every time I brought it up, it was like flipping an exciting switch; she would always be incredibly wet. I think she treated it as a new game, like a doctor and a lustful patient, without realizing her own sister was actually awake.
To create a similar atmosphere of tension, I would suggest opening the curtains or leaving the door ajar. Actually, there was an office building across the street, usually deserted outside of working hours, and quite a distance away. Everyone was asleep when we left the door open, so there was no danger whatsoever. But this unusual approach always made us feel tense and excited, and her reaction was much stronger than usual.
At this point, my girlfriend was quickly "educated" into a very sensual person. This was partly due to the subtle influence of erotic novels, but my girlfriend also enjoyed it. I often watched porn with her, observing what they did and then trying to imitate it.
Once, we watched a 3P film where the female lead was being gang-raped by two men, one inside her and the other inside her, moaning as they did so. After watching, she said the woman was having a blast. I laughed and said, "Do you want me to find a guy to do it with you too?" She got excited and said, "Sure!" So, while I was having sex with her, I'd say things like, "How's so-and-so doing?" "How's so-and-so doing?" "How's my classmate doing?"
Most of the time, we'd assume it was my classmate doing it. Later, I bought a dildo, blindfolded her, and while she gave me oral sex, I'd use the dildo on her (we sometimes did it the other way around, where I'd penetrate her vagina and she'd give me oral sex, but we didn't find that as realistic or exciting). We'd pretend it was my classmate and me raping her. This usually brought her to orgasm quickly, and I knew she genuinely enjoyed these games.
My girlfriend also has her less promiscuous moments. For a while, she'd interrogate me every few days: "When are you going to marry me?" My girlfriend is a little older than me, and she wanted an answer. But I always felt unprepared, for example, facing parents like hers.
Also, while we were playing these absurd games here, I'd been having the same dream for months: I was back on my school campus in Jiangnan, where birds sang, grass grew tall, and spring flowers bloomed. I was alone on the lawn in front of the principal's office, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting, but I couldn't hide my inner turmoil. The warm sunlight shone on me; I could see many people, many student couples walking to and fro. No one noticed my presence. I knew everything here, but it no longer belonged to me. I looked towards the horizon; the sky was azure, and several pure white kites were fluttering in the direction of the track and field.
I often woke up startled from such a beautiful, picturesque dream. I felt that this dream was a calling, telling me that I had lost something, something I missed, something called innocence.
I decided to resign.
After arriving at school, I went to the internet cafe in Dormitory 12 to check my email. The two most recent emails were from two women: one was my girlfriend, telling me how much she missed me; the other was my ex-girlfriend, who said she saw in the yearbook that one of my classmates said I had returned to school and wanted to know how I was doing. Finally, she said she wanted to see me.
I don't want to dwell too much on my ex-girlfriend from school; she meant too much to me. To make a long story short, as everyone expected, my ex-girlfriend and I were entangled again, and I broke up with her because I couldn't face my girlfriend who stayed in Guangdong. But just when I was about to give up on everything, something rekindled my old feelings for my girlfriend, and I decided to try to mend things. At the time, my girlfriend had contacted a company in Shenzhen, and I also wanted a fresh start, so we went to Shenzhen.
On the surface, my girlfriend and I were back together, but the rift could never be easily erased. My new company and my girlfriend's company belong to the same group, but I need to work in another city. So, we usually talk on the phone, and every Friday after work, I rush back to Shenzhen by company shuttle and stay in the company guesthouse connected to my girlfriend's dormitory. But I usually spend the night in my girlfriend's dormitory. However, after experiencing so many things, I've become much more restrained and no longer play those lewd games with my girlfriend.
My girlfriend is also changing. As her birthday approaches, my girlfriend becomes silent and melancholy. Finally, a week after her birthday, when I habitually hugged her from behind in her dormitory and put my hand under her skirt, my girlfriend said, "Let's not do this, okay? I don't like it."
I know this is the rift between us. I can't refuse her; I feel sorry for her.
During the seven-day National Day holiday, we went back to the city where we used to live to visit her sister. My sister-in-law's boyfriend also came to Guangdong at that time and lived with my sister-in-law, but somehow her family found out. Her parents, who already looked down on the man, came over, intending to break them up again and send my sister-in-law back to Shenzhen.
We stayed there for three days, then took some of my sister-in-law's things and went back to Shenzhen. Afterwards, I contacted my girlfriend, who said she was busy at work and needed to work overtime, so she came back too, and we could do whatever we wanted for the remaining two days. But on the last day, I really missed her, so I called her office, only to be told she wasn't there. I called her cell phone, and after a long time, she finally answered, saying she was working overtime in the office, and so on.
For some reason, I decided to wait for her then, so I went out and waited for her at the bus stop next to her dormitory. It got dark, and she still hadn't returned; the Chinese team's match started, and she still hadn't returned; Yu Genwei finally broke the deadlock for the Chinese team, and she still hadn't returned. It wasn't until after 10 pm that I saw her get off a bus, carrying a travel bag. I went up to her and took the bag.
She looked a little flustered and said, "You don't need to take it." But I took it anyway.
We didn't speak the whole way back to her dorm. Another girl who had recently been assigned to the dorm was there. She looked around and said, "Okay, I'll wash my face first. We can talk outside."
While she was washing her face, I noticed a box of medicine in a small mesh bag next to her travel bag, so I picked it up. It had three Chinese characters on it: Mafulong.
My gut feeling told me it was birth control pills. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze.
My girlfriend and I had always used condoms, the rhythm method, and withdrawal for contraception.
I put the pills back, and my girlfriend came out of the bathroom. I guessed she might have seen them, but I didn't care anymore and went out with her. My girlfriend kept talking to me to hide her turmoil. Her words could be summarized in five words: "Let's break up."
I didn't say anything. After that, I continued to call her as usual, visit her on weekends as usual, and help her look for an apartment (because my sister-in-law was coming to visit). It was as if nothing had happened.
After learning that it would be difficult to transfer back to Shenzhen for a while, I quit my job and returned to Shenzhen, which gave me more opportunities to be with her. When I wasn't looking for work, I would go and chat with my sister-in-law. She had just been forced to break up with her boyfriend and needed some support. My sister-in-law only stayed in Shenzhen for a month before going home, but my indirect approach seemed to have some effect, and her relationship with my girlfriend improved somewhat.
My biggest worry was that box of birth control pills. After my sister-in-law went home, I became suspicious and planted a listening device under my girlfriend's bed. I listened for a few days, and my girlfriend was home alone each time. She only called once, and the call ended quickly, so I let it go.
Soon after, my father-in-law arrived. That evening, after dinner, we went home, and I suddenly thought my girlfriend and father-in-law might talk about me. So I grabbed my things and went to my girlfriend's apartment building to eavesdrop on their conversation. All
I heard was her sister-in-law. Then I heard my father-in-law take a shower, and my girlfriend turning on the TV and changing channels. I checked my watch; it was almost 10:30. I decided to wait until 11 and then go home. Then my father-in-law came out of the shower, and I overheard their conversation. My girlfriend asked him if he was tired, saying she was going to take a shower too and give him a massage. My father-in-law couldn't sit still while watching TV, constantly changing channels, and finally, he just turned it off.
A moment later, I heard the bathroom door open and music playing. My heart skipped a beat, because the CD my girlfriend had played was the one we often played to set the mood during sex. The father and daughter chatted casually about family matters. Suddenly, I heard my girlfriend laugh and say, "Dad, you're getting hard again."
A thought suddenly occurred to me, and my heart pounded. Then I heard my girlfriend say, "You're so tired today, you should rest." Soon, I heard my father-in-law's breathing and panting become clearer in my headphones, and my heart raced even more. I didn't dare breathe; I knew that rhythm all too well.
Then I heard my father-in-law grunt a few times, and my girlfriend asked, "Dad, are you feeling better?"
My feelings at that moment were truly indescribable. I felt anger, sadness, heartbreak, and despair, but a hundred emotions swirled within me, and no single word could accurately describe my feelings. I couldn't believe my girlfriend and her father had such a relationship, and I hated myself for knowing the truth!
I barely managed to suppress the urge to rush upstairs and returned home, utterly dejected.
For the next few days, I listened to my girlfriend and her father's conversation. Over the years, I heard some things I had originally wanted to hear, but those things were now irrelevant.
Now, through the sounds, I had a vague idea of what they were doing: my girlfriend would first give her father a full-body massage, then give him oral sex. Occasionally, there would be some follow-up; the next day, I heard my girlfriend ask her father if he wanted her to penetrate "here" (penetrate! Is this the influence I have on my girlfriend?). Later, I understood; "here"
referred to my girlfriend's vagina, and her father had also had anal sex twice.
Upstairs, the father and daughter were living a life of debauchery and shamelessness. I listened to the live broadcast downstairs, and images kept flashing through my mind. Many things from the past slowly became clearer:
No wonder my girlfriend would turn on me whenever I brought up her virginity; no wonder she always spoke of her father with such reverence, while I only thought it was because they were close; no wonder my girlfriend would so naturally give me oral sex at first; no wonder she never let me penetrate her anally; no wonder she knew so much when we met; no wonder she said "So big!" when she saw my penis… But if I was heartbroken a few days ago, these past few days of this have left me completely calm.
Or perhaps this is what they call a state of utter despair?

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