Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 22

　　Hill is pregnant. He had felt it before; his body was getting softer and his belly was getting bigger. The strangest thing was that he started to feel nauseous. Of course, this reaction could also be gastritis or bloating, but the man kept saying he was pregnant, so Hill couldn’t help but think more. After all, he was being penetrated by that beast every day. If he were a woman, he would have had seventeen or eighteen children by now.

　　The man looked shocked. It was hard to imagine that a man who was usually expressionless could show such an expression.

　　But then, Hill saw his eyes light up frighteningly, and his handsome face was filled with ecstasy. He suddenly stood up, hugged the semen-dripping cream, and lifted it high.

　　”You’re pregnant!”

　　Hill looked at the man’s jubilant appearance and suddenly felt a little guilty. “Um… that… I was just kidding…”

　　The man’s smile froze on his face. Hill’s heart skipped a beat. He thought, the man actually believed it!

　　Hill said a little awkwardly, “You always shoot inside me, it makes me feel so uncomfortable, so I was just teasing you…” Although his tone was very guilty.

　　The man put him down, raised his hand and slapped his buttocks, making the old man scream and beg for mercy, saying, “You shot too much, my belly is all big, I hate you!” Then he cried, screamed, hit, and yelled. Finally, the two hugged and kissed passionately. They did this every day, showing affection, messing around, having sex, having sex like crazy, making a mess of every hotel, and soaking every sheet in semen. Later, the two flew to Tibet for a trip. They were very spontaneous. Hill was a romantic and spontaneous person, and the man followed his wishes. Hill said he wanted to go to Tibet, and the next day the man was able to take him on a plane. Of course, when they arrived, they were completely clueless. Later, they paid a high price to hire a private guide so that the two could successfully reach the Potala Palace.

　　Hill was very devout; he seemed to want to worship every god and Buddha in the world. The man knew what he wanted. He said he wanted to learn about the mysterious culture of the East, but it was really just a kind of spiritual sustenance. He wanted a daughter. In countless dreams, Hill would cry out the name of Ciri, but Hill didn’t say it. He didn’t want the Great Beast to worry. He just wanted to live in the present moment with the man.

　　The man led him along the blue stone steps of the Potala Palace, watching countless pilgrims prostrate themselves every three steps as they made their way towards the palace. Hill was curious, but also reverent. He wanted to kneel down as well, but the man pulled him up.

　　The man said, “Sincerity moves mountains.”

　　Hill didn’t understand. The man looked at him intently. “Your wish will come true, believe me.”

　　Looking into the man’s deep, dark eyes, Hill suddenly felt like crying. He had always wanted a soulmate. Julia wasn’t one, nor were the readers who came seeking his help. But now, it seemed he had truly found one. This wild and untamed Asian beast always comforted him when he was sad and rescued him when he was in despair…

　　”Thank you…”

　　Hill squeezed his hand, feeling his broad, warm palm, and whispered, “When we get back to America, we’ll get married.”

　　The man suddenly paused, and Hill’s face flushed red. After a moment, he deliberately said in a haughty tone, “Oh, I forgot, you bastard, don’t you still have a green card? That’s amazing. How much does my country despise you that you don’t even have residency…”

　　The man looked at his pouting red lips, hugged him again, and sealed his vow with a kiss.

　　God, Buddha, or the Dalai Lama and Panchen Lama truly heard Hill’s wish. That very night, Hill received a call from Julia.

　　The voice on the other end of the phone was shrill and rude, and Hill yelled back, calling his ex-wife an irresponsible bitch. Julia retorted that if he had the guts, he shouldn’t come back and should never see Ciri again. Hill was furious; he slammed his phone to the ground without even hanging up.

　　”That bitch…” Hill cried, “She doesn’t want to raise Ciri anymore. She wants to give me back custody, and she insists on visitation rights and that he can’t tell her that her mother doesn’t want her anymore. But! But this bitch is going to abandon her daughter! She eloped with an African model right after Ciri was born, and now she’s taken my daughter and abandoned her again! Oh… God, why are there such people in the world? This filthy, shameless woman!”

　　All forms of therapy always failed him in front of his ex-wife. In Eastern terms, this woman was his calamity, his inner demon.

　　”I hate her! I hate her!!!” Hill broke down in tears, throwing all the pillows on the floor to vent his resentment.

　　The man grabbed the out-of-control Cream from behind and pinned him to the bed. Hill grabbed the man’s hair in a fit of rage, but just as he was about to tear at it, he let go with a pang of heartache.

　　Even in his rage, he didn’t want to hurt the man.

　　”Waaaaah… Shameless… Shameless woman…” Hill’s face turned deathly pale with anger. The thought of his daughter being heartbroken and devastated broke his heart. What would Ciri think? What would his daughter think?

　　Her mother had abandoned her time and time again, all for that ridiculous selfishness.

　　And he himself hadn’t been there when Ciri needed help the most.

　　”Oh… no, we’re going back today! I’m going to pick Ciri up and take her home!” Hill frantically packed his bags, his eyes red with rage.

　　The man held him tightly, pinning him to the bed, and whispered comfortingly, “Shh, Hill, calm down, remember my words… Ciri will always love you, she knows how you feel about her.”

　　Hill cried, “No…you don’t understand, you don’t understand anything…Ciri only wanted her father and mother, but I couldn’t give them to her, I couldn’t give them to her…and now I’ve abandoned her…” Hill broke down again, babbling incoherently, his mind a complete mess.

　　The man looked at Hill, his face streaked with tears, and lowered his head to bite his ear. As Hill cried in pain, he whispered, “You didn’t abandon her, it was her mother who abandoned her. Don’t blame yourself, you’ve done very well, and…”

　　The man’s expression turned unusually shy, “I can be another father to Ciri…”

　　Hill froze, staring wide-eyed at the handsome beast whose face was slightly flushed.

　　“You…” Hill hesitated, then hugged the man tightly, sinking his soft body into the man’s hard, muscular frame. He clung to the man like an octopus, then sobbed and nestled in his arms. When Hill truly loved someone, he wouldn’t express his love with words, only with his body. The two stopped talking, first embracing each other, then slowly undressing, releasing their emotions like wild beasts. The man held him down, penetrating him again and again, fucking the painful old cream until he was aroused, finally screaming to release all his pain.

　　Of course, the result of releasing the pain was that Hill’s belly was bigger again…

　　Hill and the man boarded a plane back to the United States early in the morning. Hill was silent on the way.

　　Just like when he came to Hong Kong, he was melancholy when he arrived and he was melancholy when he left.

　　The man didn’t use sweet words to coax him; he only expressed his feelings with his body. He hugged Hill’s waist and kissed his cheek. Hill held the man’s large hand and massaged the man’s knuckles with his fingertips, then brought it to his lips and kissed it.

　　The man touched his face, looked into his melancholy blue eyes, and whispered something.

　　Hill nodded, and the two snuggled together on the plane, ignoring the strange looks from the other passengers and the flight attendants who tried to avoid looking at them.

　　When they got off the plane and returned to their home, Julia and Ciri were already waiting for them.

　　Julia remained stunningly beautiful, her heavily made-up face radiating coldness.

　　Beside her, Ciri clung fearfully to her mother’s hand, and when she saw Hill, large tears streamed from the little girl’s eyes.

　　Hill’s heart broke; he rushed over, embracing his daughter and bursting into tears.

　　As the father and daughter wept in each other’s arms, Julia coldly said, “Why pretend like this? If you truly cared about Ciri, you wouldn’t be traveling around with a poor Asian wretch…” Julia looked at her increasingly well-endowed ex-husband, her eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy and resentment.

　　When Hill looked up, Julia was startled. Hill used to be quite ordinary-looking, even plain, but now, his round face was fair and smooth, his bright blue eyes sparkling with an indescribable beauty.

　　Hill glared angrily at Julia. He didn’t want to argue with his ex-wife; he only wanted his daughter back. Besides, there was nothing more to say to such a shameless woman.

　　He took a deep breath and said, “I can let you see your daughter, but you can’t take her away. Also, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Please leave!”

　　Julia’s meticulously made-up face turned pale and then red. She was a very charming woman, confident in her success in love, but at this moment, she felt a deep sense of defeat.

　　She knew how Hill felt about her; how much he once admired her, how much he now loathed her. He truly hated her, and didn’t even want to look at her or communicate with her.

　　Julia, enraged, said, “I hope you and your gay partner can take good care of Ciri and prevent her from becoming a pervert like you!”

　　The man, who had been standing silently to the side, took a few steps forward upon hearing this. Julia, looking at this tall and burly man, took a few steps back in fear, but then sneered, “Hill, I hope you and your kindergarten-educated, penniless scoundrel can properly educate Ciri. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up as a homeless person.”

　　Hill had expected him to be angry, to fly into a rage, to hurl insults—after all, this woman had insulted him and his lover—but none of that happened. Hill ignored her; he simply picked up Ciri, took the man’s hand, and went straight into the house, completely disregarding Julia’s presence.

　　Julia stood there like a clown, watching them close the door and begin to embrace and chat intimately. After a long while, she left angrily, as if she had been insulted.

　　A month later, the private investigator Julia had hired handed her all the photos and videos.

　　Julia opened her camera and found only intimate scenes that made her envious. There was Hill protecting Ciri while swimming, Ciri showing a pure smile she’d never seen before; Ciri building blocks with the Asian man; the Asian man skillfully making formulas for Ciri; and most of the photos were of these everyday scenes. Of course, there were also some erotic photos that would make even a private investigator embarrassed.

　　In the middle of the night, Hill was having sex with the Asian man on the rooftop of his villa, both naked, lewdly intertwined.

　　Julia felt both resentful and indignant. Disgusting homosexuals, and what was most despicable was their happiness.

　　Julia had been sending a private investigator to spy on them. When she learned that Hill had married the man, she was completely stunned.

　　The man who had once been infatuated with and deeply loved her was gone; he now belonged to someone else, to another excellent man…

　　And two months later, when Julia went to visit Ciri again, she saw that Hill’s belly was large.

　　His arms were slender, his face rosy, and his waist full; if she didn’t know he was a man, she would have thought he was a happy pregnant woman.

　　He was kissing the man, his beautiful blue eyes filled with tenderness, all directed at this Asian man.

　　The man was also handsome; the happiness of married life had gradually softened his former fierceness, transforming it into a mature and reserved affection.

　　They were French kissing, right in front of Ciri.

　　Ciri, however, clapped her hands as if it were normal, even giggling and saying, “Daddy’s eating Daddy’s tongue again.”

　　Hill shyly pushed him away, swaying his increasingly full hips, and turned to make Ciri formula.

　　When they saw Julia, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Ciri called out “Mommy,” but the man didn’t speak, put on his work clothes, and prepared to go to work at the auto repair shop.

　　Hill handed the bottle to little Ciri, watching her daughter finish before saying, “Ciri wants to go to the zoo; you can take her.”

　　Julia, seeing Hill’s calm attitude towards her, chuckled coldly, “I just want to say that I’m leaving this country; Henry is taking me to France.” Outside, a handsome Frenchman sat in the woman’s beautiful sports car.

　　Hill looked out the window and smiled, saying, “I wish you happiness, Julia.” It was a sincere blessing. Julia was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, she said bitterly, “Okay… I wish you happiness too…”

　　After that, she never appeared again in the love story between Hill and that Eastern man. The whole book only had one female protagonist, Little Siri.