"Damn! Is this my lucky day, or is this some kind of honey trap?" As soon as I opened the door, a woman threw herself into my arms, leaving me stunned. "Wait, is she crying? Did she get the wrong house?"

"Um... sir, who are you? Have you mistaken us for someone else?"

"Brother Vincent, it's me, Mia!"

"Hehe! It really is you! No wonder you looked familiar. You've certainly grown into a woman since we last met. Come in, sit down." Seeing her eyes well up with tears, I teased her to lighten the mood.

"A woman? Then are you going to marry me now?" She was still playing with the jokes we made as children; she seemed like a young girl, but... she was undeniably womanly, especially her breasts.

"(What am the hell am I thinking?) Sure, if you're still willing to marry an old man in his thirties."

"How did you get here? How did you know where we live?" Just as the words left my mouth, my phone rang.

"Vincent! Mia has snuck up to Taipei all by herself. I gave her the address; she should be arriving soon. Mom told us to look after her. I don't know what she was thinking!" My older brother's voice boomed through the receiver. Was it a bit late for him to be calling now?

"Uh... she's standing right next to me." When talking to my brother, I felt like a child talking to a father; it was hard to talk much nonsense to him.

"That's good. Take care of her for now; I'll be home after work. Let her rest in your room for tonight." Oh... my nephew's room? Thank goodness, otherwise, I would have been sleeping next to a toddler tonight.

"I'll handle things here, you just focus on work." Hanging up, I turned a mischievous gaze toward her.

"Running away from home? Skipping classes to sneak all the way up here? What will you do if you run into trouble?" Even as I tried to sound authoritative, the sternness of an older brother failed to materialize.

"It's summer break! And I'm here to visit family, not running away. What trouble could there be? Even if there were, you and Brother Paul would be here to protect me."

"Oh! Listen to you, quite the silver-tongued girl. Fine, have it your way, but don't expect mercy when Big Brother gets back to interrogate you." At the mention of my brother's name, she looked at me with a frightened, innocent expression.

"Why didn't you say anything about coming to Taipei? Do your parents know? It's a long trip from Kaohsiung. You should have called! Do you know how many people you've scared?" As expected of the eldest, the moment he walked in, he launched into a torrential lecture without even pausing for breath. Being a boss certainly had its perks; I should learn from him, unlike myself, who gets silenced after a single sentence.

"I just wanted to see you all, so I came. I didn't think too much about it," she murmured, her voice low enough that only I could hear. I gave her a playful glare before she quieted down.

"Mom said you had a fight with your father about getting into a university in the north, right? Son, don't call Mia 'Auntie.' This is my little cousin whom I've told you about." I grew more impressed by my brother every day—his ability to address so many people at once was incredible.

"It's because he was being too harsh! What's wrong with a university in the north? Everything is easier when you're with family," she countered. After the initial greetings, they were already bickering.

"Alright, alright! Let's eat first. Since she's already here, we can settle everything slowly." After an hour of arguing, the conflict was finally quelled by my beautiful sister-in-law. Women truly were the masters of peace; as for me, I sat there without daring to utter a single word. They say a "gentle land" is the grave of heroes, and it certainly applied here.

"Little brother, why don't you sleep in the same room as Auntie Mia tonight?"

"Yeah! Auntie is so pretty! I want to sleep with Auntie!" The little rascal. It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree; the boy wanted to sleep with any beautiful woman he saw.

"No! I want to sleep with Brother Vincent!" She looked at the stunned adults around the table. "We've slept together since we were kids; it's a habit!" She spoke with such shameless conviction.

"You're so big now, why are you still acting like a child? Sleep with your brother."

"I don't care! It's my habit. If you don't let me, I'll sleep outside!"

"A young lady probably wouldn't enjoy sleeping with a little boy, and he tends to wet the bed. Let her sleep in Vincent's room," my sister-in-law suggested, stepping in to prevent another argument.

"I don't mind. Whatever," I said nonchalantly.

"Fine. Vincent will sleep with the boy, and Mia will take Vincent's room."

"Ah! Sacrificing me! I don't want to sleep with the bed-wetter! Why don't you two sleep with him instead?" My brother, his wife, and my aunt all glared at me.

"I don't want to either! I want to sleep with Brother Vincent. It's been so long since we've seen each other; let me indulge just this once!" What kind of attitude was that? That was *my* room!

Seeing the situation escalate again, I turned toward the bedroom, intending to escape the battlefield. "Just tell me when you've decided."

"Paul, let her sleep with Vincent. They haven't seen each other in a long time, and they're practically siblings. Nothing will happen."

"I... well... fine, if it makes you happy," my brother sighed, turning his attention back to the TV. The war was over.

"What are you doing?" The moment I opened my door, she lunged at me.

"(Oh! They really are huge.) Mia, how old are you? Act like a lady!"

"You're the older brother! Will you die if you give me a hug? Besides, since my breasts are this big, you should consider yourself lucky!"

"(Dizzy) So, what was the final decision?"

"Do you really want me to sleep in your room?"

"Ah? Of course not! Big Brother wouldn't agree to that, would he? Please, don't make me sleep with the bed-wetter!"

"Oh, so you're that unwelcoming? Big Brother said we can sleep together." She hugged me even tighter, nearly squeezing the breath from my lungs.

"Let go, let go! If you don't want me there, are you trying to strangle me?" In truth, it was because she was making it hard for me; I could feel my trousers beginning to tighten.

"Go take a shower first. We're sleeping soon, and you have work tomorrow."

"Fine. You can wash me."

"The temptation is too great! Stop being so naughty and just go wash!"

Listening to the sound of the running water, my mind was flooded with images of her heavy breasts and her model-like physique. I began to imagine the sight of her scrubbing her skin... what a beast! *She's your cousin!* I startled myself with my own thoughts. No matter how thirsty a man was, he shouldn't be thinking of his cousin like this—though, admittedly, I often thought of my sister-in-law, which made me feel like a sinner. As my thoughts wandered, a voice startled me.

"Vincent! Stop imagining me in the shower! My luggage is in the living room, can you grab it for me?" She seemed to know exactly what was on my mind.

"Hey! I'm a gentleman!" I didn't deny it, but neither did I confirm it, as I headed toward the living room.

"Hey! What are you doing?" As soon as I entered the room, I was met with the sight of a naked woman drying her hair. Her long hair cascaded over exquisite features and a delicate face. Her body was perfectly proportioned, and she showed no intention of hiding when she saw me; instead, she gave a small, teasing smile. It made my blood boil—this was a dangerous kind of teasing.

"Come out and put some clothes on! You can't walk around half-wet like that."

"It's your idea, isn't it? Why are you acting so shy? Hurry up and dress!" After tossing her luggage to her, I forced myself to look away, fearing my primal instincts might take over.

"Fine, fine. Sorry! I'll be more careful next time. It's not like you haven't seen me before. We used to bathe together; you've seen everything and touched everything, and you even said you'd marry me." She continued to mutter, sensing my irritation.

"What kind of logic is that? I can't believe you're still using childhood jokes now." Just as I turned away in frustration, my eyes caught a glimpse. "You're..." One leg was halfway into her underwear, while the other was still in the air. In the gap between her thighs, I saw a glimpse of soft, rosy flesh and unmanicured hair. My mind went blank. "Don't peek! Turn around!" Even as I scolded her, my eyes were glued to the sight of her raised leg, though I tried to look away.

"Alright, alright, you pervert! And here I thought you were so dignified, but you were just turning around to sneak a peek!"

"I..." I was speechless. "Just go to sleep. Once I've showered, I'm going straight to bed."

While showering, the image of her from moments ago danced in my mind. Carrying a sense of guilt, I began to stroke my manhood, imagining the sensation of her massive breasts in my hands. My body swayed with pleasure, letting out soft moans. I imagined her lying on the bed, me kissing every inch of her, gently biting her rose-colored nipples as they peaked with arousal.

"Mmm... mmm..." As my hands kneaded her 34D breasts, the thought of my fingers brushing against the slit of her thighs made her shudder. My breathing and moans grew faster and louder as the rhythm of my fingers increased. When my fingers entered her honey-slicked passage, the sensation of her contractions was unmistakable. She smelled like a fresh, sweet spring, and my warm tongue danced along her nectar-filled path.

"Ugh... ugh..." The sensation was as intense as if Mia were taking my cock into her mouth, sucking at the tip. As she became lost in the pleasure, my cock hovered at the entrance of her heat, waiting to enter. We kissed passionately, and the tip of my member could feel the rhythmic contractions of her entrance and the swelling of her clitoris, eager for the fullness of my cock.

"Vincent... I want... give it to me... mmm... hnn... don't play... just come in... I can't take it anymore..." The moment the head of my cock entered, Mia's legs wrapped around me impatiently. With a heavy thrust, I buried myself deep within her. "Hnn... hnn... so full... so... so good... mmm..." As the thrusting continued, Mia's cries grew louder and louder.

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... I can't... hurry... more... mmm... hnn... so full..."

"It's too much... ah... ah... here it comes... I'm... I'm flying... ahhh!" With a final, soaring cry, Mia reached her climax. As she shuddered, I was still working hard. "More... more... mmm... mmm..." I gripped her heavy breasts, thrusting and sucking at them simultaneously. My cock grew even larger, nearing its limit. "Mmm... mmm... hurry... fast... fast... hnn... hnn... wow..." I erupted, releasing a long-held reservoir of seed. It had been a long time since I had felt such intense passion.

"Why did you take so long in the shower? I was almost asleep." As the release faded, seeing her lying there in such a seductive manner reignited the fire in my loins. To hide the growing tent in my trousers, I hurriedly climbed into bed.

"Just sleep, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow." Just as the words left my mouth, a warm, soft body pressed against me. She tucked my left arm between her massive breasts, her fingers grazing the edge of my underwear. "What are you doing?" The lust returned instantly.

"Hmph, just let me borrow an arm. It's easier to sleep when there's something to hold." Her movement left me paralyzed; the mere thought of it was overwhelming, and any sudden movement might lead to an unforgivable transgression.

"Fine, fine, you can borrow it. Just sleep." She drifted off to sleep, but for me, it was a sleepless night. To make matters worse, in the middle of the night, she practically sprawled over half of me. Even when I tried to nudge her away, she wouldn't budge. Her warmth was pressed against my groin, and her leg draped across me, her calf occasionally rubbing against my raging cock.

I endured until dawn. I had planned to take a nap at the office, but before work, my brother dealt me another blow. "Vincent, take Mia out and show her around the neighborhood. I told your uncle yesterday; she'll be studying here, so we need to look after her. When you have a chance, tidy up the room by the warehouse. That one is smaller, so the boy can sleep there, and you can take the boy's room." Watching my brother walk out the door, I realized once again that I had been sold out, without even a chance to argue.

"You big meanie! Just accept your fate. Since you arrived so suddenly without any luggage, you can take me shopping!" She looked at me with a triumphant, mischievous grin.

"When did I become a meanie? Want to go shopping? Maybe in the next life. Let me sleep a little more first."

"And you say you're not a meanie? When you woke up this morning..." As a blush crept onto her face, she looked incredibly cute. "That thing... it was hard and poking my leg..." She whispered, her voice growing smaller. "You even have feelings for me..."

"That's just a normal reaction! I'm a normal man. If a man doesn't get an erection in the morning, how is he supposed to be happy?" Did she not realize that was my state for the entire night? She was quite inconsiderate of my struggle! "If you don't want to look, go sleep somewhere else. Stop teasing me, I want to sleep."

She fell asleep instantly, but perhaps due to the night's stimulation, my mind remained restless. I didn't wake up until evening. "Whoa... was there a thief? Did I sleep that deeply? Did they move my bed without me knowing? What time is it?" Looking at the suddenly tidy room, a flurry of questions raced through my mind. Wait! My left hand felt like it was resting on something. I grabbed at the blanket, but the sensation was wrong. When I turned my head, I froze. My hand was pressed firmly against Mia's left breast, and she was staring wide-eyed at me.

"You big meanie!" Her face was flushed as she whispered. We both froze in an awkward silence until my sister-in-law knocked on the door for dinner. I jumped out of bed, hurriedly tidying myself up.

"It's evening already? Why didn't you wake me up at noon?" I surveyed the room. "Have you been cleaning all day?" She was still staring at me, not even responding to my change of subject. "Dinner's ready, get out of bed!" In the midst of the awkwardness, I rushed out of the room, whispering a small "sorry" before disappearing.

After dinner, my brother and his wife sat down to talk with Mia. Remembering the look in her eyes at the table, I hurried back to my room, praying to heaven that she wouldn't come looking for me.

"You big meanie, what were you doing when you woke up just now!" Once again, two heavy breasts were pressed against my shoulders, and Mia's warm breath tickled my ear.

"Stop playing around, I'm trying to write a report." Avoiding direct eye contact, I tried to dodge her, but as I moved, I clearly felt the sensation of her nipples against me. She wasn't wearing a bra!! "That was an accident! I forgot you were here; having an extra person around is a bit much for me. It was a misunderstanding!"

"Then... why did you grab them a few times?" She spoke with a teasing, ambiguous tone, as if she were laughing at me.

"Don't think too much. You're my cousin, so nothing will happen. Go watch TV, I need to work."

"Who says a cousin can't have something happen? Besides, I'm your cousin, not your sister. There's no blood relation!"

"Don't say it like that. Our family treats you like one of our own. Don't overthink it. If you won't watch TV, go take a shower and sleep. I have a report to finish tonight." Driven by guilt, the only way to get rid of her was to chase her away.

"You can't sleep, so how can I? I've been with you all afternoon, and you wouldn't even wake up when I called you at noon. I got hungry, so I slept. I'll stay with you tonight."

Under her persistent nagging, the report remained unfinished. Just like last night, she slept her sleep, while I, having just woken up, felt a sensory stimulation even more intense than before. Because of her, I took a week's leave to accompany her. Gradually, I became accustomed to her carefree, uninhibited nature, which provided a constant stimulus. The insomnia began to fade, and sometimes we would even fall asleep in each other's arms. It felt as though the habit of her presence was becoming a necessity. But this was the beginning of a dream—or perhaps a nightmare—because for the past week, I had been experiencing nightly "wet dreams," and her affection for me was beginning to transcend the boundaries of cousins.

"Vincent! Are you still busy?" Before her voice even finished, she had embraced me, and I felt a pair of substantial mounds pressing against my back.

"How many times do I have to tell you? How old are you? Act like a lady!" Even though I was used to it, the urge to scold her remained.

*Knock, knock.*

"Vincent! Come out for a moment." Was that my sister-in-law? "I need to talk to you." She whispered as she opened the door. Since she wasn't working today, why was she looking for me? Could she be feeling lonely while my brother was away on a business trip? That was another story entirely.

"Mia, you can use the computer! I think my sister-in-law needs help with something."

"What is it?" I sat down in the living room and stretched. My sister-in-law looked troubled. "(It seems my suspicion was right; there's something happening today.)"

"Since your brother isn't here, you can call me by my name in private," she said. I nodded in response. "Lately... I've noticed you and Mia are always together?"

"Yeah, she's quite clingy. It's giving me a headache."

"That's not what I meant. I mean, the two of you... aren't you a bit too intimate? It seems a little much." She spoke with a hint of displeasure, her eyes constantly drifting toward my bedroom.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Since we hadn't been alone in a while, I decided to tease her.

"I'm being serious. Behave yourself. Can't you feel that Mia's attitude toward you is no longer just that of a cousin?" Seeing her serious expression, I stopped teasing. "You brothers are so dense. You just get used to things over time and fail to notice the subtle changes."

"(You brothers? You mean all men, probably.) Maybe. But so what? I treat her like a sister."

"A sister? You..." Her face flushed as she whispered, "Even she has touched you. Who wouldn't dare?" Looking at her, who was much older than me yet still possessed a girl-like charm, I felt a sudden urge to hold her.

"You've changed toward her too; you just haven't noticed. Just... keep yourself in check." With that, she returned to her room. Because Mia was there, I didn't follow her in.

Returning to my room, I stared at Mia from behind. *(Do I really have feelings for her?)* I leaned against the door, lost in thought.

"You're back! Did something happen?"

"No, just helping my sister-in-law move some things. Go to sleep, it's getting late."

"Mhm." She had been sleeping quite early lately, which surprised me.

While sitting at my computer, trying to focus on company projects, her words and Mia's recent actions kept swirling in my mind. Career, morality, and emotion waged a war in my head. Unable to find a solution, I decided to sleep it off and let nature take its course.

That night, my sleep was restless. Everything came to me in a whirlwind of dreams. In a half-asleep state, Mia, who was sleeping soundly beside me, suddenly stirred and sat up. I didn't pay much attention, assuming she needed to use the restroom, and drifted back into a dream. She gently nudged me twice, and seeing no reaction, she pulled back the covers. Her hand slid beneath my underwear, finding my erect cock and beginning to stroke it. In my hazy consciousness, I thought it was still a dream and let her continue. Seeing no resistance, her hand moved inside my underwear to massage me.

"Mmm!" I let out a soft moan. She didn't stop; instead, she unbuttoned my shorts, and my cock sprang free. She brushed her hair back and leaned down, taking me into her mouth.

*Slurp... slurp... slurp...* She was incredibly skilled. Realizing this wasn't a dream, I snapped my eyes open and lifted my head.

"(Am I still dreaming?) Mia, what are you doing!" She seemed startled, but after a moment of hesitation, she increased her pace, using both her hands and her mouth. The sensation of being worked by her hands and mouth, combined with the gentle tugging at my testicles, was so exquisite that part of me didn't want her to stop. But my mind knew we shouldn't continue. "Stop, don't do this." I quickly pulled away, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. "Do you know what you're doing?" Perhaps I gripped her too hard, for tears began to stream down her face. She didn't say a word. Noticing her pained expression, I loosened my grip and pulled her into a tight embrace, stroking her long hair. "Why are you doing this? What happened?"

She suddenly pushed me away. "Vincent, I love you." She grabbed my head and kissed me passionately. I was stunned. The thing I feared most had happened. *Fine, let it be,* I thought. We continued to kiss, exchanging saliva as our tongues searched for one another. My hands naturally found her heavy breasts. It took a long time before we finally broke apart.

"Mia, I love you too, but this... this isn't right." I held her close, my hands still enjoying the sensation of her breasts.

"I... I couldn't control myself. I've always loved you. No matter what, I want to be with you, even if it has to be in secret." She let my left hand tease her as she gripped my right hand with excitement.

"So, this is your method? Weren't you afraid I'd get angry if I found out?"

"Mmm... hnn..." She let out a soft moan. "I was afraid! But I knew you'd dote on me. And this... this was all part of my plan."

"A plan? You planned this?" Seeing her flushed, triumphant face, we fell into another kiss.

"If you knew from the start, you would have scolded me. So, I had to make you get used to me. Holding you every day, letting you see me undress... eventually, you'd get used to it. Do you think you've been sleeping well at night? I've been teasing you, making it a habit. It took a whole week for you to finally sleep soundly."

"And then?"

"Ah... ah..." My right hand began to move downward, caressing her through her light green underwear. "Stop it! Be gentle, mmm... Once you were used to everything, and once you were tired from work and sleeping deeply... that's when I started helping you every night..."

"Helping me with what? Be specific!"

"Ah... ah... mmm... ah... ah..." Seeing her hesitate, I increased the pressure of my stroking. Her nectar had already soaked through her underwear and onto my fingers. "Helping you... mmm... mmm... and then a few days ago, out of curiosity... ah... mmm... I learned from those videos on your computer... ah... ah... mmm... I was going to wait a little longer to show you... hnn... hnn... but you found out."

"No wonder! I've been having erotic dreams every night! So it was all your scheming! Just wait, I'm going to punish you." I turned her over and pressed her into the bed. Seeing the genuine smile on her face, I decided to go along with it. I leaned down to kiss her forehead, then gently nibbled her ear, drawing a moan from her. Her neck was so delicate. I stripped away her distracting nightgown, and her breasts were even more magnificent than I had imagined. I began to kiss her all around, my tongue tasting her scent, and as I reached her rosy areola, I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth.

"Ahhh..." Her body writhed beneath me, her legs kicking weakly. Fearing she might wake my sister-in-law, she pulled the blanket over herself to muffle her cries. After tasting both of her heavy breasts, my tongue slid down the valley between them.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." She writhed even more intensely, her hands clutching the pillow, her legs crossing and swaying. Whether it was from the tickling sensation or sheer anticipation, it was hard to tell. As we reached the climax of the foreplay, I saw the damp outline of her underwear. I leaned in, catching the scent of her body mixed with her bath products. My tongue darted toward her swollen slit, and my fingers began to tease her. With every touch of her engorged clitoris, she jolted.

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... mmm... hnn... hnn..." As she began to lose herself in the physical pleasure, I lifted her legs, stripping away the final barrier. With her legs raised high, her most intimate garden was fully revealed. Her hair was already damp with nectar. Seeing her nervous and shy, I leaned down and took her entire slit into my mouth, my tongue darting wildly around her entrance and her clitoris.

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... mmm... hnn... hnn... hnn..." She moved in rhythm with me. As my fingers joined in, "Ah... ah... ah... ah..." Her frantic movements slowed into rhythmic contractions. Knowing she was nearing her peak, and having never seen a woman climax before, I increased the speed of my fingers. "Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah..." Suddenly, a hot stream sprayed across my tongue and fingers. She shuddered for a long time before finally going limp.

Foreplay was complete. While the scenes in movies were exaggerated, they weren't entirely lies. Seeing her so exhausted, part of me hesitated to continue, but driven by pure lust, I stripped naked and prepared myself. When she saw the box of condoms, she snatched it away. "No... it's my first time... I don't want to use one..."

"Ah! Your first time? (Damn, how did I not notice? I'm the one breaking her in!) But what if you get pregnant?"

"It won't happen. I've calculated it; these days are my safe period!" she said playfully.

"Safe? That doesn't sound very safe to me!"

"Hmph! If even I'm not afraid, why are you, a big man, so worried?" Before she could finish, she pushed me down and began to play with my cock. *Slurp... slurp... slurp...* The sounds and her movements were perfectly rhythmic. Watching her focus so intently on me, her teasing eyes almost made me lose control. Seeing my restraint, she switched to her breasts. Her 34D breasts squeezed my cock, while her tongue teased the tip. Unable to withstand the onslaught, it wasn't long before I erupted. My face and the valley of her breasts were covered in my seed. She even licked the stray droplets from the corner of her mouth as if discovering a new continent, tasting every drop before pouncing on me again to resume her ministrations. By the time she had finished cleaning me, my cock was once again standing tall.

"This time, I'll definitely satisfy you." The head of my cock slid slowly into her heat. Seeing the anticipation on her face, she was clearly ready. "Just bear with it for a moment..." To distract her before entering, I began to attack her most sensitive spots.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm... hnn... hnn..." The sensation made her moan incessantly. "Ah..." As I bit her earlobe, the head of my cock pushed past the entrance. She gripped my arm tightly, her brow furrowed in a mix of pain and pleasure, yet she didn't even cry out.

"Just hold on. Once I start moving, it won't hurt anymore." She nodded, her eyes looking incredibly vulnerable. I kissed her and continued to search for her most sensitive spots. I could feel the rhythm of her internal contractions; once they settled, we could begin.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Once her attention was diverted, I slowly withdrew and then pushed back in. "It feels better now, but... go a little slower."

"The first time is always a bit uncomfortable. Soon, you'll be the one begging for it." We shared a knowing smile and held each other tightly, our lower bodies moving in a continuous rhythm.

"Ah... ah... ah... ahhh... ah... ah... ahhh... ah... ah!" I tried everything—shallow thrusts, deep thrusts, varying the rhythm just like in the stories. In the end, I simply did what felt best, watching her heavy breasts bounce with every stroke.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ah... ah... ah..." The increasing frequency sent her spiraling back into a sea of lust, moving past the initial discomfort of being a woman and into pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Ah... more... more... ah... ah... ah... ah..." "Oh... ah... Vincent, I love you... ah... faster... faster..." Her cries turned from fragments to full words. As her internal muscles began to spasm, knowing she was about to climax again, I stopped holding back. "Fast... fast... it's... it's... coming... ah... ah... ah..." As the hot stream hit the head of my cock, I accelerated one last time.

"Ah... I'm... going to die... ah... ah..." Her body convulsed violently. Just as I was about to release, Mia's legs clamped around me, and she reached her third climax. I didn't care much about the "safe period" anymore. We held each other until dawn.

Two months later...

"Hubby! My period is over a month late!" Now, in our private life, she called me that. We had just finished making love when Mia pressed her head against my chest and spoke.

"Late? What's late?" For a moment, it took me a second to process.

"My period! It's been more than a month!"

"Ah! No way! That's too precise. Let's go to the convenience store and buy a test to check." I was genuinely terrified. If she was right, how was I going to explain this?

"Get one!" "Two! Hurry, check the manual! Is two lines positive or negative?"

"Ah! Ah! Positive! We're in big trouble! It's because you never let me use a condom! What do we do? I'm really about to become a husband!" Cold sweat poured down my back.

"You should be the one asking me!" Looking at her cunning smile, I felt like I had been played.

"I know you dote on Mia. Not bad! You dote on her all the way to the marriage bed! Now, let's see how you explain this to Mom and your uncle. Mia is one thing, but you're a grown man, how can you be so irresponsible..." (The following thousands of words are omitted). "So, what are you going to do now?" After braving a massive lecture from my brother to help smooth things over with the elders, he finally gave his verdict.

"Let's just have the baby. Luckily, Mia and I aren't blood relatives."

"Ah! @$%&..." After another round of scolding, we were married two months later. It was only then that we discovered her "safe periods" were actually her most fertile windows, and she had been stubbornly sticking to them all along just to get pregnant.