After the dad meetup in Tokyo, Bea let us spend the night at her place and sleep on her couch and on the floor in her living room, as we couldn't agree beforehand to which AirBnB we should go, even after hours of discussion online and two polls. To my extreme rage, I discovered that Bea now had a boyfriend, and that she had lost her virginity to him. She had casually “dated” guys in the past, but never to the serious extent that she did with this one. This one was a half White guy named れいじ, and I immediately took an intense disliking to him when I was first introduced to him.
He seemed like the typical obnoxious slob that most young girls are sexually attracted to. Beatani invited him to spend the time with us in the living room all the time even though he had no prior knowledge of her streaming gig and any of our inside jokes that we had cultivated for so long, and it angered me to watch him lurking about, eating Bea's homemade food and drinks, and making use of her house. He was freeloading off her, and she didn’t even realize it.
I eventually grew to hate him after I heard him having sex with her. I arrived at the house at dawn after going to the seven eleven nearby, my fellow dads still asleep, and heard the sounds of れいじ plunging his penis into my daughter's vagina through her closed room door, along with my daughter's moans. I stood there and listened to it all. The thought of another man knowing how tight Bea's vagina made my heart tremble and I felt like my knees were going to give up on the spot. So my daughter, who was five years younger than me, was having sex right next to me. It reminded me of how pathetic I was, that at the age of twenty-nine, I was still a virgin. Bea later said that he’s been with other girls before her, and I’m sure he lost his virginity at a much younger age. The slob barely had a Japanese middle school-level English, no knowledge of internet culture what-so-ever, while I had spent so much time with my daughter online and even traveled half the world just to see her, and couldn't receive anything but a half smirk and some basic hospitality.
Later she even showed us a picture of one of his ex-girlfriends, a pretty 歌舞伎著のランドセルメンヘラ女子. My hatred towards him only intensified after that. I refused to speak to him whenever he came over (which was a lot), and I constantly tried to get us away from him as much as possible, but my efforts were mostly in vain. Even worse, she constantly talked about him admiringly. Things were getting too out of hand.
