[Virginity Obsession] (Sex is Innocent) Author: Unknown

Virgin Obsession
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 16958 Chapter
1
(I)
I've heard that when a woman transforms from a girl into a woman, she experiences a sharp, itchy, and incredibly
painful sensation, causing her to scream and bleed profusely. This is
a terrifying illusion for me, filling me with a mysterious and sacred imagination.
This imagination mostly arises when I wake up in the morning or after a midday nap. Once my mind is filled with
this illusion, my penis becomes very hard, extremely hard, as if it needs to be
squeezed and kneaded vigorously by something soft and moist to feel comfortable.
I don't understand what kind of species humans are. The thought of subconsciously ravaging and trampling on
the bodies of other species, especially causing them to bleed profusely, fills me with a special excitement and joy, like seeing a Buddha's light.
Whether it's trampling on the same sex or the opposite sex, whether it's making love or killing, I'm particularly sensitive and interested in such things
.
By the time I turned twenty-four, I was a senior in college. But I'm a complete
virgin, 100% pure, which is quite embarrassing to admit in college. So now I really want to
sleep with a woman, a pure virgin. I want to see how she screams, how she bleeds,
and how much blood she bleeds. Humans, sometimes great, sometimes pathetic. That's what I
think.
However, it's not like I don't have a girlfriend. My girlfriend, Meimei, and I started dating in the second semester of our freshman year and
have been together ever since. You might think I've been rambling on and on about how to sleep with my
girlfriend, but you're wrong. I can tell you frankly, my girlfriend absolutely refuses to let me touch her
genitals. At most, she'll let me touch her underdeveloped breasts, and only when she's not on guard.
If I move my hand further down after touching her genitals, she gets angry, even turns on me.
I've been fascinated by women's breasts since I was little. I still remember what my mother's breasts looked like.
My mother's breasts needed my little mouth to touch them a few times, and then I could easily suckle them to extract
sweet milk. Knowing this, I began to deduce that all women with breasts
could produce milk with a few taps.
When I was in junior high, I noticed that all the girls in my class with breasts wore bras, and they were
all milky white bras, which further proved my theory. Women wear bras to prevent milk from
leaking and staining their clothes if their breasts are accidentally bumped by other objects, just like how women like to wear red
underwear; both breasts and underwear serve to filter secretions.
However, I still couldn't completely confirm my theory. Facts speak louder than words, so I wanted to
experiment on a woman. But Meimei absolutely refused to let me use her to prove my theory, which made me very
angry. Because of this, I ignored Meimei for a week, spending all my time online searching for information and
asking others in chat rooms to confirm my theory.
However, no matter what I did on Baidu, all I got were ads from companies advertising how women could enlarge and shape their breasts
. When Baidu didn't work, I went to Yahoo, Sina, and all the major websites.
Every time I typed in "women's breasts and milk," a computer screen would display images, but none
of them contained the real information I was looking for.
But seeing that every woman's breasts I downloaded on the computer were bigger than Meimei's, I started to suspect
that Meimei might be malnourished. So, every time I looked at pictures of beautiful women's breasts on my computer before going
shopping with Meimei, I would buy her tons of snacks, which always left her bewildered
.
When I wasn't out, I would go to chat rooms and ask netizens. I did some statistics: for every ten
people I asked, five called me a pervert, three wanted me to steal a woman's breast and try it out, and
the remaining two said they were underage men who were very eager to know.
After hearing this, I suddenly felt an intense urge to find a woman to have sex with. Meimei is no good. I don't know if Meimei is still a virgin or not.
Anyway, I know that Meimei will let me sleep with her sooner or later. Meimei may become my wife in the future.
Because of this, if I don't find a few women to sleep with as soon as possible,
it's meaningless for a man to live a plain and uneventful life. The so-called youthful romance is best
enjoyed in youth. I'm almost not a youth anymore, so I won't be able to be romantic when I want to. If I'm not romantic ,
I might as well be romantic. Romantic is a more elegant adjective. People with thoughts like mine can only be described with
adjectives like "vulgar" and "despicable". Whatever, a man's life is still just one.
(II)
When I really wanted to sleep with a woman, I secretly started masturbating. At first,
I felt that masturbation was a very unclean and obscene behavior. I despised it and even felt nauseous just thinking about it
. But I only started masturbating when I really wanted to sleep with a virgin.
It was in the bathroom. I locked the door. I had just finished being intimate with Meimei. She only allowed
me to kiss her face, refusing to let me touch her genitals. While I was kissing her, my penis remained erect
, unbearably itchy and aching. I turned the tap on full blast while fiddling with my penis, afraid of being overheard
. I just wanted to rub it a few times, not thinking about anything else.
I knew I was masturbating, but I'd never done it before and didn't know how. It was like when I was little
, playing with a cute kitten at home, but while the kitten was lively and jumping, my penis
was stiff and hard, like a fearless old man. I rubbed it harder and harder, and the harder I
rubbed, the more comfortable it felt. Unexpectedly, it grew bigger and bigger with each rub; I'd never seen my penis so
big.
I started imagining it inside Meimei's body, constantly inside her .
I thrust and pounded forward, taking big strides. But to my surprise, it was so unresponsive; less than
two minutes later, I shuddered and ejaculated a sticky, milky
-white liquid, the color of my mother's milk when I was a child.
I started to wonder if the amount of semen a man ejaculates during sex
is related to the amount of milk he drank as a child. But the smell was different. This smelled like a puppy's, fishy and slightly
pungent, a bit nauseating. My mother's milk, on the other hand, had an innate, rich fragrance, a scent
you couldn't afford to defile.
Then came an indescribable sweetness, a blissful tranquility, as
unattainable yet readily available as a faith. I heard a knock at the door. I quickly and carefully rinsed away the semen
with water, making sure no trace was left, before casually opening the door.
About a week after my first masturbation, I began to suspect that I might have a
slight case of kidney deficiency or impotence. I wasn't quite sure what kidney deficiency or impotence was;
I'd only vaguely heard that it was a condition specifically designed for men's sexual performance, rendering
them unable to have sex normally and essentially useless.
I just suspected I might have such a condition, and I suspected that people with it might
experience short-lived sexual intercourse like me. The thought filled me with immense terror, a terror I'd
never felt before. If I really did have such a condition, I would have neither the ability nor the reason
to sleep with a virgin, and all my beautiful yet ugly fantasies would ultimately vanish like illusions.
What followed was my marriage to Meimei, our inability to have children, Meimei
secretly having sex with other men under the moonlight, our continued painful
life, or perhaps a divorce… I didn't dare think about anything after that.
Damn it, after I get married, anyone who dares to touch my woman and cheat on me, even if I
'm impotent, I'll still righteously cut off their thing with a sharp knife, then leave them alive to make them wish
they were dead. If my wife has another man's child, I'll also be ruthless and lock her little hole
shut to torture her, not letting those shameless adulterers die in vain.
After torturing them enough, I'll end my life with sleeping pills. I feel that suicide with sleeping pills is
the best method, at least there's no pain. When I take the sleeping pills, I'll definitely think that my
life has been quite magnificent and great.
Because of all the horrors and reasoning mentioned above, I found a hundred reasons
to masturbate again, and I should do it seriously. For this purpose, I specifically borrowed a clock from a friend that can keep track of time,
starting from the moment my hand touches my thing.
Unexpectedly, it lasted for thirteen minutes, forty seconds, and twenty-five milliseconds! Damn, so I'm a healthy
man after all. I specifically looked up things like kidney deficiency and impotence online. A man whose sexual intercourse can last
for more than ten minutes is a perfectly healthy man, a man capable of possessing a virgin.
(III)
Therefore, I can boldly and decently find a virgin to practice with first, to test my skills. I firmly believe that
I can definitely exceed thirteen minutes, forty seconds, and twenty-five milliseconds, even though my subsequent masturbation time will be
between nine minutes, fourteen seconds, and twelve milliseconds and below thirteen minutes, forty seconds, and twenty-five milliseconds, because
this is acting, not real combat. Once we really get down to business, I believe I will have
the courage to disregard everything and sacrifice myself to persist until the last second, to complete my great, decent, and tortuous
mission with a sense of historical vicissitude.
As for how to find a real virgin, that is a very, very big problem. A friend told me that
if a woman walks with her legs splayed, she's probably not a virgin. And you can't look for virgins
like us seniors. For the virgins at our school, it's like trying to get peas
out of a funnel. In freshman year, they were all still virgins.
By sophomore year, half had fallen through, and by junior year, the rate accelerated. By senior year
, there were hardly any left. Those who remained were either tall girls like Meimei, or
ugly peas that looked like they'd gone moldy—nobody wanted those. What I wanted were genuinely
good guys like me who really wanted to sleep with a virgin. But it still wouldn't work; I couldn't look for seniors because of
Meimei.
At least I don't want to lose Meimei,
the woman I've loved deeply for over three years, just to lose a virgin. Meimei has become an indispensable part of my life; I
can't live without her. I need to secretly and carefully carry out my underground
activities behind her back. I know it's dangerous; I might accidentally get myself killed. But for men
, the more dangerous something is, the more exciting it is; dangerous things have an incredibly mysterious attraction.
So, I've focused on freshmen and those outside of school. Because I hold a
small position in the student union, work in the arts department, and am a junior editor in the school's literary society, I've come
into contact with quite a few freshmen.
Before I made up my mind to lose a virgin, I kept my distance from those girls,
avoiding them whenever I saw them. This was an order Meimei gave me, and I had to obey. Actually, to be honest, when it comes to women
, I consider myself above all else. When I first entered university, I dated four girls in less than a year
before finally settling on Meimei.
Looking back now, I realize how naive I was. All that talk about love, about wanting to love only one
person properly—and guess what? I really did love her deeply, loving Meimei intensely for three years. And yet, I'm still
a virgin.
My roommate, Wu Dalang, also dated a girl every time he entered university.
He sacrificed himself once. I really admire his perseverance and tactics. Don't let my underhanded nickname of him fool you; he's like Wu
Dalang—unyielding and relentless. Every time he falls, he learns from the experience. A true man
gets back up wherever he falls, and Wu Dalang believes he's a real man.
Because of this, his smooth talk is now better than Stephen Chow's. Guess
how many virgins he's slept with? I'd break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it—eleven! He's had the best
luck with women ever. Now, no matter how spoiled, noble, or beautiful a girl is, once she's under his control
, she'll be out in a hotel within two weeks. I'm utterly impressed.
Every time he talks to Meimei, I tremble with fear. Afterwards, I secretly try to
reason with Meimei, thinking, "We can't let such a pure and beautiful girl like Meimei
be ruined by this vicious lecher."
(IV)
After much deliberation, I finally decided to choose Huo'er as my first girlfriend. Let me first describe
what kind of girl Huo'er is. In terms of looks, I honestly say I'm definitely inferior to Meimei; she
has a slender figure and an adorable, endearing face. But when it comes to scheming, she's not even a tenth as good as Meimei.
Meimei is so intelligent that I'm a little afraid of her, otherwise I wouldn't have kept her as my girlfriend for so many years.
It's precisely because Huo'er is guileless, and because she admires me so much—almost to the point of worship—that
I chose her as my girlfriend. In addition, I've observed that she's a rather pure and innocent girl. I've observed her
for a long time, and Huo'er doesn't walk with her legs crossed. Moreover, she's quite introverted and doesn't like to talk much. I personally believe that the more introverted a girl is,
the tighter she holds onto that aspect.
Let me tell you how she became so utterly devoted to me. When she was a freshman, I
was quite popular on the campus BBS, constantly posting articles.
One love letter I wrote moved her to tears, and from then on, she developed a fanatical and blind adoration for me.
Looking back, I don't even know what was so moving about that love letter; it was utter garbage.
She asked to meet me in person online, so I secretly went. When I saw her, I had
a sudden urge to flirt with her, but because Meimei was watching me closely, that thought
gradually faded. I could only secretly tell her online that I already had Meimei. But I could tell she
hadn't given up on me. Even today, every time I post an article on the campus website, she still leaves me a
long comment, which makes Meimei frown every time she reads it.
To hook up with a girl, you need certain skills and techniques;
you can't get anything with just a naive, sincere heart. While I was thinking about this, I found a scapegoat. His name was Rabbit
, a sophomore. The young man was indeed handsome, with delicate features, and he was in the computer science department, where girls were
particularly rare. Therefore, he hadn't found a girlfriend by his sophomore year. He was also a literature student,
working for me in the literary society, and he was very obedient to me.
I didn't intentionally choose him as a scapegoat; it was a situation where I had no choice but to use him as a convenient scapegoat. Once
, I joked with him, and he said how cute, beautiful, and gentle Meimei was, and asked me to help him
find a girl just like Meimei.
That's when my wicked idea popped into my head. I said to him, "You should have told me sooner if you wanted to find someone, but it's
not too late now. I actually have a nice younger sister, even prettier than Meimei, and with excellent literary skills. She hasn't
been targeted by anyone yet. I'll introduce you to her, and then it's up to you...heh." That's how I casually
introduced Huo'er to him.
This way, with him as a shield, I could openly approach Huo'er, and Meimei
wouldn't pay much attention; she'd just think I was a great guy. When I mentioned Huo'er to Rabbit, judging from his accent, it seemed like
he'd been noticing her for a long time. With my encouragement, I took Rabbit to dinner under the pretext of a literary society call for submissions
.
At the dinner table, I introduced the two of them. At first, they seemed to get along very well,
but later it was mostly Huo'er and me exchanging glances. Rabbit, being a novice, couldn't see the intricacies of romance.
I said I was treating, but Rabbit ended up paying the bill, and I felt really bad about it.
From then on, I bombarded Huo'er with psychological advances on QQ.
The first chapter of so-called love is mental rape. First, you have to mentally rape her, attract her attention with your eyes, then
use flattering sweet words, followed by cheesy and vulgar language, and then go all out with being naughty, the
naughtier the better—young girls love that. As long as you use the right amount of language, it's generally easy to
mentally rape a young girl.
The next step is to get physical. If you don't get physical after mentally raping her, all your efforts
will be wasted. The young girl will think you're not interested in her body, that her body isn't sexy enough to arouse
your evil thoughts, and she'll think you don't like her and are just teasing her. She might never talk to you again.
I felt I had successfully completed my mental rape mission, and now I needed to work on my next plan. It wasn't easy to get
physical with Huo'er. First, I had to find a secluded spot, making sure Mei Mei wasn't watching.
On the other hand, I also had to keep Huo'er quiet, preventing her from telling anyone about my assault.
Under the pretext of teaching Huo'er to write poetry, I took her to a park eight stops away from school
. There, I deliberately chose some dangerous and winding paths, because she would be scared. Whenever she was scared, I would hold her hand
and put my arm around her waist. Suddenly, I smelled a jasmine scent on Huo'er that made me dizzy.
We played happily for an entire afternoon. Then, I made an excuse to have her take a bus home first, and I took
the next bus back to school. Back at school, I chatted with Huo'er on QQ, naturally being much gentler. Huo'er was
very understanding and considerate of my decision not to go back to school with her. She said she understood how I felt and was very
grateful that I had gone out with her. She asked me not to tell anyone, lest Mei Mei hear and be angry with me.
We also arranged a time and place to meet again, two weeks later
in a city about ten bus stops away from the school.

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