I love Sister Qing

I'm sitting on the balcony right now, my Honor of Kings game has been idle for a long time because I'm waiting for someone. Oh, by the way, my name is Ning Kong, I'm 22 years old, just graduated from university, and recently came to this city to look for work, but unfortunately, I'm still unemployed. "Hmm, you're here?" Suddenly, my eyes lit up. A new message notification appeared in Honor of Kings. I sighed, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and opened the message. Sure enough, the game avatar that I've been dreaming about was lit up, along with a message: "Xiao Kong, I'm here." "Finally here." I smiled brightly and typed back. Seeing those bright words, all my weariness seemed to disappear. Her every smile, every word in the game seemed to possess a bewitching charm, firmly attracting me, making it impossible to escape. Although she rarely smiled. Her name is Tang Qing, at least that's what she told me. She's 24, two years older than me, which I used to mind. But as we got to know each other better, I was completely infatuated with her, deeply and irrevocably so. She never mentioned what she did for a living, but even so, we'd been in an online relationship for two years. Yes, we were online, and we'd never met in person in over two years. It was like a mutual agreement that neither of us would break the ice until the time was right. Because we firmly believed that one day we would meet, and be together, until we grew old. "Invite me." In the chat box, Tang Qing's words were as always, carrying a hint of queenly authority, leaving no room for my refusal. Even so, I felt incredibly happy and created a room, carefully inviting her in to start the matchmaking process. This matchmaking took a little longer, and my thoughts unconsciously drifted off course. Thinking about this lonely night, Qingjie and I could only play this damn game together (meaning playing in a team), playing together... I couldn't help but think, damn it! If only we could go to a hotel. Okay, to be honest, although I don't know what Qingjie looks like, I've fantasized countless times about going to a hotel with her. Every time, I try to imagine Qingjie as a tall, beautiful woman, and I imagine her kneeling on the bed, completely naked. I would then proudly hold Qingjie's fair, pert buttocks, grinding my penis up her tight, beautiful legs until I reached her pink, tender, and long-awaited labia, and then stop. "Qingjie, do you want it?" I said with a wicked smile, my penis moving again. I could see that Qingjie's vagina was beginning to glisten, and there was even a strand of moisture on the tip of my penis. And the pert buttocks in front of me were trembling, yet they were restlessly sticking up even higher, as if waiting for something. Because of her protruding buttocks, Qingjie's entire upper body was pressed against the bed, her smooth, white breasts peeking out from her sides – a breathtakingly alluring sight. A few strands of hair clung to her eyes, which gradually became hazy. Desire made her open her mouth, but she murmured shyly, "Xiao Kong, you...you..." This sound, besides shyness, also carried a hint of reproach, like a queen looking down from above, giving me an irresistible sense of authority. And for over two years, this was the strongest impression Qingjie had left on me. I felt slightly embarrassed, but dared not make any further moves. I quickly aimed my already rock-hard penis at Qingjie's moist vulva, and with a "plop," my penis parted her labia and thrust in hard. "Oh...ah..." Sister Qing let out a satisfied moan, and I began to thrust into her from behind with great pleasure, lifting her naked upper body. My gaze followed the graceful curve of her waist, fixing on her swaying breasts, which occasionally revealed a rosy nipple. Sister Qing breathed heavily, beginning to emit alluring moans. "Mmm...mmm...Xiao Kong..." As the scene in my fantasy became increasingly obscene, I became more and more excited. But this didn't mean I was a delusional pervert; frankly, it was just a normal man's reasonable longing for his girlfriend. But things didn't go as planned. Just then, a night breeze suddenly swept in, its coolness brushing against my brow, instantly jolting me awake. My crotch was already painfully hard. I quickly changed my sitting position, and then I heard Sister Qing's voice on my phone, "Xiao Kong, where is she?" I quickly looked at the phone screen; it was my turn to choose a hero. I quickly picked Mai Shiranui, while Qingjie habitually took the support role, and our duo queue journey began tonight. It's worth mentioning here that although I'm currently experiencing setbacks in real life, I'm a true master in games. Two years ago in League of Legends, during a...While playing games with my friend at Huimin Cinema, I bumped into Sister Qing. After that game, I shamelessly started flirting with her. Although she never gave me a friendly look, I persisted, waiting for her to log on every day, giving her plenty of attention and showing her concern. After a week, Sister Qing's attitude towards me finally softened, and she agreed to play games with me. This led to a deeper understanding between us, and over a year of playing together gradually blossomed into feelings and tacit understanding. Later, due to practical constraints, we had to switch to the more casual mobile game, Honor of Kings. In this game, I was still the expert, and Sister Qing was still the support who occasionally made mistakes. I carried her, and the two of us relied on each other tightly in the unfamiliar virtual battlefield, our feelings growing stronger. "Kill him!" Tonight, time flew by, and before I knew it, we had played several games. Finally, with this exciting system announcement, I achieved my first pentakill of the week, leading the team to victory. "You had a good time." Afterwards, Sister Qing's tone was calm, but I could hear the praise in it. I chuckled, "So-so, third in the world." "You're such a chatterbox." If I wasn't mistaken, Sister Qing definitely laughed just now. "Alright, I have things to do tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now." Sister Qing's melodious voice came through the voice chat again. I couldn't help but linger, my mind inexplicably recalling the bits and pieces of Sister Qing and I had shared over the past two years. However, when I recalled a certain point, a sudden impulse surged into my heart, and I blurted out, "Sister Qing, let's meet." After saying that, I was startled myself. I sat frozen on the balcony, motionless. I could feel the atmosphere change; only a cool breeze blew on the balcony, as if time itself had frozen, so much so that there was a long silence in the voice chat. For some reason, I began to regret it. "Are you serious?" After what seemed like an eternity, Sister Qing finally answered with a calm, unsurprised voice. Hearing this, I was overjoyed, knowing there was hope, and quickly said, "Of course I'm serious! Sister Qing, now that we're both in S City, I think the time is right! Also, I miss you, I really miss you." I was panting, but my throat unconsciously swallowed. Finally! I finally confessed my feelings to Sister Qing! After a month in S City, I finally did it! But to my surprise, Sister Qing smiled on the other end of the voice call, "Hmph, who knows who you're thinking about?" "But Xiao Kong, have you ever thought about what you would do if I were an ugly duckling?" "I..." I was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words. Actually, after spending the past two years together, I had long been accustomed to everything about Sister Qing. I liked her, I liked a feeling, a wonderful feeling that had nothing to do with external appearances. Of course, it would be best if she were beautiful... So, would Sister Qing be an ugly duckling? "As expected, you wouldn't like me." On the other end of the voice call, Sister Qing seemed to murmur slightly. I felt a slight panic, even though I knew she was just joking. I quickly tried to explain, "Hey, you misunderstood, Sister Qing! I like you, I like you from the bottom of my heart! No matter what you look like, no matter what happens in the future, I will like you! I will always like you!" "Pfft—" "Xiao Kong, you're so funny." Sister Qing laughed, a completely unreserved laugh. Her laughter captivated me. Damn it, it's always like this. "Okay, since that's the case..." Sister Qing paused slightly, then said, "Then see you tomorrow." I was stunned, both surprised and delighted, "Tomorrow? But don't you have something to do tomorrow?" "What can I do? Because I also really want to see you—" Online. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, both excited and nervous. Sister Qing's last words kept replaying in my mind, and I felt an intense love, like a surging river, about to burst forth. Helpless, I got up, dug out my treasured Japanese adult films, and masturbated to my heart's content. Just think, Sister Qing, who is two years older than me, was willing to stay with me in the online world for two years, and now she's even willing to meet me in person. What a wonderful and happy thing that is! [The End]

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