On the first night of our wedding, my father-in-law asked to sleep between us because of a tradition called the “spirit of the birth of a son.” At exactly three in the morning, I felt something constantly nibbling on my back. When I turned around, I was sh0cked by what I saw…
Our wedding night—supposed to be the happiest moment of my life—turned into a nightmare. When we returned to our room, the door suddenly swung open. My father-in-law, a thin man in his sixties with deep-set eyes, walked in carrying a pillow and blanket.
“Tonight, I’ll sleep with you two,” he said, his voice calm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s a family tradition. On the first night, a ‘lucky man’ must lie between the newlyweds to ensure a son. Your grandfather did the same.”
I froze. I looked at my husband, expecting him to laugh it off—but he only nodded faintly, smiling.
“Dad, it’s just one night. Honey, this is how our family does things…”
My heart sank. I wanted to refuse, but I knew if I caused a scene on our wedding night, everyone would call me rude or disrespectful. So I stayed silent, lying at the edge of the bed, as far away as possible.
I couldn’t sleep. I felt heavy and empty, and most of all — a strange tickling and itching, as if something was repeatedly touching my back.
Until three in the morning, the feeling had already gone down to my thighs. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I suddenly got up, quickly turned around — and my God…
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