After the 250th Failed Blind Date

"Get lost."

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother stopped talking.

My world suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional sound of roosters crowing and cows mooing.

It was as if everything had been a figment of my imagination.

Feeling a bit lost, I pulled out my phone and opened an erotic story.

The story made my heart race and my face flush.

Oh my, the male lead is so sexually vigorous. The forced love trope is oddly compelling.

While I was blushing from the steamy story, my family, who had been squatting by the wall, had dispersed due to the long silence.

But then my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother's voice suddenly reappeared. "Enjoying a good read behind my back?"

Startled, I quickly turned off my phone screen.

I just embarrassed myself in front of my ancestor.

But my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother wasn't pleased. "It looks so steamy! Why did you turn it off?"

I stayed silent.

Then she said, "Actually, the male lead's experiences are quite similar to those of your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather."

Suddenly, the story didn't seem so enticing.

In fact, it made me feel a bit nauseous.

The story was about a handsome and outstanding teacher in the town who fell in love at first sight with his student's older sister, a resilient farm girl. The teacher neglected his wife and son for love and threatened the farm girl with her brother to make her his plaything.

Reading fiction without a moral compass is one thing, but this is real life.

I fell silent.

Sensing my low spirits, my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother comforted me. "That was a different, harsh era, a time when men having multiple wives was normal. I've long since come to terms with it."

How do you get along in the afterlife?

"This place much more advanced than the human world. As soon as I arrived, I was able to divorce your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. He's been stuck in the Blood Pool Hell for a hundred years, paying for abandoning his wife and child and forcing women against their will."

What about the farm girl?

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother's voice turned shy. "I helped Agnes a bit when I was alive, and she was grateful to me. So, she joined me in the afterlife, and we started a small business together."

I was excited, feeling that their relationship might evolve into a deeply intimate lesbian bond.

Then what? Are you two together now? No one objects?

"Why would anyone object?"

Even now, there are still objections to it.

"Our country has always had its fair share of same-sex love and sworn brotherhoods. Haven't you heard of kings with male lovers? It's ironic how some ideas regressed as the world progressed."

Outside the wall, my second cousin, Chris, suddenly cried.

I stuck my head out to take a look and said, "What's the matter with you, crying in the corner like a wretched soul?"

His wails grew louder.