A Strange Encounter at a KTV

Here's what happened...
One Sunday evening, I was bored when the Zhang sisters contacted me, saying they wanted to treat me to karaoke... Because I work at a travel agency, they often ask me to bring them things back—one minute it's Bangkok bags from Thailand, the next it's mango gummies from Malaysia, or bak kut teh packets, or Bali chili sauce...etc.
I actually hate bringing things back for people; carrying big bags and small packages abroad is so inconvenient, but with these two, I seem to have no choice.
I happened to meet these two sisters while leading a tour group, and we chatted and laughed all the way, getting along very well. After returning to Taiwan, we somehow became good friends, and they naturally started asking me to bring them things back.
After several rounds of buying and selling, they finally had a change of heart and said they wanted to treat me to karaoke. By then, I had already brought back several boxes of stuff for them, and now they were only treating me to karaoke? Damn, that's not enough! At least after karaoke, they should treat me to a late-night snack, right?
So I reluctantly went to the appointment, little did I know that this karaoke session would become an extraordinary adventure in my life… Even the most ordinary person will have moments of great fortune in their life, just like someone who doesn't know how to play mahjong might sometimes get a winning hand… This karaoke session was my ultimate lucky break… I arrived at a store in the East District, waiting for the two sisters, looking at the freebies displayed in the lobby. Not long after, they arrived.
I felt a tap on my head, so I turned around.
The older sister, wearing a short coat and long socks, was smiling sweetly at me. The younger sister, wearing a jacket and jeans, looked youthful and radiant. While I was looking at the freebies, she tapped my head.
I feigned anger and said, “Ouch!” Then I touched the back of my head.
Actually, mm wasn't very strong; it was less than half the force an average person uses to swat a mosquito. But I pretended to be in a lot of pain, grimacing and rubbing the back of my head. Sure enough, they both burst into laughter, shaking uncontrollably.
The older sister laughed, "Don't you have no pain receptors?" She chuckled.
"It'd be better if I didn't. Do you think I'm a fish?" I continued rubbing the back of my head.
Perhaps my acting was too convincing, because mm then said, "Sorry, does it really hurt?" and blinked.
"Hehe, just kidding," I laughed awkwardly .
"I knew you were faking it, tsk." The older sister spat.
I changed the subject, saying, "You have a reservation, right? Shouldn't we go up now?" "mm replied, 'Yes, it's booked a while ago. Let's go get the receipt.' The two of them went to the counter, took out their ID cards, and after some negotiation, they were able to book a private room without waiting. When they came back, they said to me,
'We're going to buy cigarettes. You go up to the 5th floor and wait for us.' After saying that, they picked up their bags and went out to buy things. Seriously, do you have to go shopping together?
I went up to the 5th floor, and the staff greeted me warmly: 'Hello sir, what's your private room number?' Ah, they only told me the 5th floor. I didn't have the receipt with me, so I told the staff, 'I'm sorry, my friend will be up soon. I'll wait for them.' The staff looked understanding: 'Oh, okay, please wait a moment.' After saying that, they ignored me and went to do their own thing. I stood in the corridor waiting. There was a private room door that wasn't closed properly. The music inside was deafening, and there was a lot of noise. A woman was singing a high-energy song, and the speakers were blasting low-frequency sounds. It seemed like this private room was very lively."
The more I listened to the sound, the more familiar it became, as if I'd heard it somewhere before. But before I could listen for long, someone in the private room closed the door, and the sound became much quieter. It seemed the soundproofing in the X-room was pretty good.
*Ding-dong* The elevator doors opened, and two sisters came upstairs. Seeing me standing in the hallway, the younger sister widened her eyes and asked, "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go in first?" "I'd better know which room is it, you little brat," I replied irritably.
Only then did they realize they had the bill in their hands. They apologized profusely and pulled me into the private room, which happened to be right next to that really lively one.
MM1 entered the private room and immediately glued herself to the karaoke computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard, instantly selecting a ton of songs. My sister and I looked at the menu, deciding what snacks to order to go with it… After a few drinks, even though there weren't many of us, we were having a great time. I deliberately selected some funny songs, pairing them with exaggerated expressions, which made them both laugh out loud… Later on, MM1 was singing like crazy, while my sister and I chatted the whole time, occasionally picking up the microphone to hum a few lines. But my sister and I were talking more. Sometimes MM1 would jump over and play a game of rock-paper-scissors with me, but if she lost, she wouldn't drink the penalty shot and would jump back to singing, being quite cheeky.
After about two hours of singing, my sister's phone suddenly rang… My sister glanced at the caller ID and quickly gave MM1 a look, signaling her to switch to silent mode. I looked at the caller ID; it had the word "Mommy" on it.
It turned out to be their mother calling. I leaned in to listen, but I couldn't hear very well… After a while, the older sister hung up, looked at me with a mournful expression, and said apologetically, "Oh, I'm sorry, we might have to go now." The younger sister quickly asked, "What happened? What did Mom say?"
The older sister replied, "Today is Dad's death anniversary. Mom said we two weren't home, that we have no manners at all." She then looked at me with a mournful expression again… So it turned out today was the death anniversary of their two fathers. These two sisters are really silly; they even forgot their own father's death anniversary! I was
naturally unhappy, but it wouldn't be right to keep bothering them on their father's death anniversary. I rolled my eyes at them and said reluctantly, "Go back. There's nothing we can do about these things. You two are so silly." I couldn't help but mutter a few words.
My older sister stuck out her tongue: "Sorry, I forgot." My younger sister also said, "Oh," and picked up her bag, getting up to put on her coat.
The two of them were about to leave, and although my face was clearly not looking good, I also put on my coat, ready to leave too. Seriously, who sings alone? It's not like we're practicing for a competition.
My older sister said, "We just bought four hours' worth of tickets, and we still have two hours left. Why don't you finish singing?" in a pleading tone.
I quickly shook my head: "No, I'd rather not. It'll be so boring for me alone." My friend comforted me: "Don't worry, the bill's already paid, there's still plenty of food, and we haven't finished our drinks. Why don't you finish the food before you leave? Don't waste it!" They both urged me to stay, as if their sins would deepen if I didn't. The scene turned into a moralistic lecture, with the two sisters acting as preachers, desperately reminding me of the preciousness of food, how pitiful the Ethiopian refugees were, how limited the Earth's resources were, and so on. I was dizzy from their lecturing and had no choice but to agree.
The sisters seemed satisfied, saying, "That's a good girl. We'll treat you to a movie another day." They even gently patted my head, like comforting a child. With the sisters by my side, they left… Alright! Now I'm all alone. Anyone have any gossip about getting tricked into singing alone after arriving at a private room?
I stared at the table laden with fried chicken, hot dogs, braised dishes, sausages, and other delicacies, and my head started to spin. If I ate all of this, I'd probably gain another 5 or 6 kilograms.
I decided to finish the half-full jug of beer and take home an unopened bottle of Macallan as compensation. Anyway, I was hungry; so what if I gained weight?
I was eating and drinking alone, gulping down beer, not singing when music came on, just silently eating my food… This scene was like a sorrowful thought, a river of spring water flowing eastward… Just then, the door to my private room opened… A slightly tipsy girl opened the door, swaying as if she might collapse at any moment, and plopped down next to me. From the moment she entered, I had been staring at her, the piece of dried bean curd in her mouth half-eaten, she hadn't swallowed it for a long time, her hands holding chopsticks suspended in mid-air. The more I looked at her silhouette, the more familiar she seemed, as if I had seen her somewhere before… Normally, I would get angry when someone knocks on the wrong door like this, but if the girl is pretty enough, my temper disappears immediately. Is this just a man's fate?
The young woman was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt with a silver necklace, a playful mini-skirt, and long beige leather boots that accentuated her slender legs. She was half-lying on me, her chest heaving. Looking down, I saw a pink lace bra, which looked quite alluring.
After a long while, she finally opened her eyes, her first words being, "Where is everyone? Why is everyone so exposed?" Then she closed her eyes again, leaning against my shoulder, looking drowsy.
She seemed to have entered the wrong room, perhaps the one next door. My eyes remained fixed on her figure, and it took considerable willpower to look away. Wearing such short clothes in this weather—perhaps there was one of her coats in the next room?
She then shifted slightly, and I saw her bottom partially exposed, with a Mickey Mouse figure behind her, seemingly waving at me… Should I take her back to the next room? As a man, my genes don't allow me to do something so unromantic, but I also can't take advantage of her situation; it would be a disgrace to my family's traditional Sith heritage.
So I decided to ignore her. She'll wake up and leave on her own anyway. Since she's currently on top of me, I'll let her stay there while I continue eating and drinking, and enjoy the pleasure of having a beautiful woman in my arms. It's not something I encounter often... Yeah, that's my plan.
I continued eating the braised food and gulped down my cold beer. After 56 minutes, she still showed no sign of waking up. I started to have a mischievous urge, so I picked a song and turned the volume up to the maximum… "The stars are asleep, the mounted police are asleep, the gale is gathering with the streetlights, yellow light is a crime, red light is a crime, the party is forming a team to perform a heroic feat." I don't know the rap below, but I can sing along with the backing track…
rap: the legand is back, I shoot suckers like crack and attack with my tire track, as big as pay back the red, black and
grey, seize the day, hit the brakes just like a revolution, here to say I break the lock, bust my chops and never wait the chops to say stop, kiss your girl before you fade like an illusion, I live a life in an Evolution Then I started to shout loudly, to see if I could wake her up...
Head shaking and tail wagging, drifting, not wanting to wake up, just wanting to feel amplified anger, disintegration, thousands worship and praise my greatness, head shaking and tail wagging, flying, not wanting a lifetime, just wanting to be magnified for a second, looking back in the mirror, I can be happy, you gradually become smaller, I become stronger, who dares to express their opinion~! ! ! ! ! !
(I switched to yelling this line; it has to be yelled to be powerful.) Sure enough, my yell woke her up, but instead of being scared, she grabbed another microphone and eagerly sang the following lyrics… "Speed Revolution, King of Kings, defining the long street, imprinting youthful memories,
burning life, everyone desperately ringing ties with roars…" Weird, fucking weird. I didn't know what to say, so I just joined her in yelling and jumping, completing this high-energy song in a very strange yet joyful way… After the music ended, she seemed quite satisfied and plopped down again. Only then did I carefully examine her face. The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt, the more familiar she seemed. No, I must have seen her somewhere before.
She was half-drunk and half-awake, looking at my confused expression, sticking out her tongue, and said, "How about it? Do I look familiar?" After saying that, she smiled and looked at me with drunken eyes, like a teacher looking at a primary school student waiting for an answer... I still didn't recognize her. She suddenly stood up, interlocked her fingers, palms facing outward, arms hanging down, and stuck her butt out, striking a pose that looked quite cute.
The more I looked, the more shocked I became. Holy crap, isn't this the teen idol Wang Xinling? Is this 3 Xiao? How did she end up in my private room? Is this some new show? Wait, will a camera pop out? But wait, why would a teen idol record this kind of prank show? What's going on?
A series of questions remained unanswered. I stared straight at her, not even blinking, as if she would run away if I blinked.
"I'm so bored, let's chat." Knowing she'd been recognized, she was surprisingly nonchalant, playfully saying,
"If I wasn't recognized at first glance, it means I'm not famous enough!" She spoke with a naive air, staring at me with a slightly tipsy expression… Honestly, I was a little startled. A popular idol was sitting right next to me, her t-shirt strap half-fallen, her short skirt pulled down by her awkward sitting posture, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white buttocks. If I posted this online, people would believe me and change my surname.
Seeing my surprised expression, she seemed a little unhappy and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to keep me company?" Her tone shifted, becoming plaintive, "Am I really that bad? Someone online said that if I were naked, he wouldn't even want to look at me. Am I really that bad? Waaah, am I really that bad?" She then burst into tears, sobbing and nestled against my shoulder, muttering, "Am I really that bad?" and repeating the same thing over and over again... I immediately understood what was going on. I'm a netizen myself, and just a couple of days ago I saw comments on the cult forum saying that if Wang Xinling were to strip naked in front of him, he would cover her with his clothes, and so on... Actually, being an idol generally puts a lot of pressure on them. If there's a flaw in their work, the media will relentlessly pursue it. Even when they're dating, they have to guard against paparazzi photos, plus the internet is often full of hurtful things... The hurtful comments made her life anything but normal. So I guessed that after those hurtful comments, she must have come out to sing and have fun to relieve the pressure, which is why she drank so much, and then accidentally wandered into my private room. She couldn't show how hurt she was in front of her friends, so she cried on my shoulder, a stranger… Sigh, at that moment, all I could do was hold her tight and give her a real hug. Only a fool would worry about propriety at a time like this. Just hold her tight, treat this as a rare moment of tenderness.
She sobbed, hugging me even tighter, our breathing becoming increasingly similar. I couldn't help but lean in and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, you're just as good as me, you're amazing, really amazing." I've never bought one of her albums, and I'm not a fan. I mostly watch HBO, and only occasionally see her singing on variety shows. But at times like this, what a woman usually wants is just affirmation.
However, those words seemed to trigger something in her heart. She turned her face, and her lips accidentally touched mine. We started kissing passionately... Even though she was really drunk, her breath was still fragrant. The more I kissed her, the hotter my body felt, as if there was a warm current flowing through me. My huge member in my pants quickly swelled up... I stroked her back and took off her bra. She raised her hands and let me take off her bra. We resumed our kissing position. As I kissed her, my eyes greedily stared at her chest. Her nipples were indeed pink. No wonder she was a contemporary idol.
My lips moved down, capturing her sensitive spot in my mouth. My tongue, like ocean waves, sometimes sucked, sometimes slapped, circling freely over her white flesh. I then placed her two small nipples in my mouth, increasing the suction, which made her begin to moan… "Ah~ Ah~" She began to feel an intense stimulation, her hands gripping my head, pressing it tightly against her chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe. After a while, I tilted my head back and exhaled deeply. Whew… We began to entwine again, and I pressed my massive member against… As I approached her vulva, as if sensing my heat, she spread her legs and straddled me. I felt a wetness in my crotch; looking down, I saw my genitals were soaked with her vaginal fluids. She was quite wet… I unzipped my pants, and my erection sprang forth, hard as iron, burning hot. I pushed her panties aside without taking them off, and thrust them straight in… Once inside, I realized it was truly extraordinary. Her vagina was both soft and elastic; the moment I entered, I felt… The massive thing was firmly surrounded, both wet and soft—truly befitting a contemporary idol, damn, it was so tight… I started thrusting. At first, I tried to maintain a gentle and docile demeanor, but the speed of my thrusts increased, until I no longer cared about anything. My waist began to exert force relentlessly, each thrust increasing in intensity, pushing straight into the depths of her flower… I thrust wildly like this for about 10 minutes. There was a subtle suction deep within her, as if urging me to unleash my full power, and I ejaculated inside her… Her thighs clamped together, and the suction from deep within… The blurriness gradually became clearer, then intensified. My penis stung, and I couldn't help but ejaculate all at once. My glans was pressed against her clitoris, and a stream of hot liquid flowed from my body into hers. We began to pant heavily, leaning weakly against each other... embracing for a long time. Then she said softly, "I have to go back. They'll be worried if I'm out for so long." She turned and put on her top, then straightened her skirt. Turning back to me, she said, "Can we not tell anyone about this?" Her eyes pleaded.
I smiled and replied, "Even if I told anyone, no one would believe me." But she seemed dissatisfied and insisted that I promise not to tell anyone. Only after I agreed did she leave the private room, leaving me alone inside. I can still vaguely feel her light weight straddling me; I think I'll never forget it... Xinling, I only promised you I wouldn't tell, I didn't promise not to post it! @@ Anyway, that's what happened. This is my experience with my popular idol. Believe it or not.
Maybe one day, I'll buy one of her CDs...
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