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Words almost cannot describe how much I want to fornicate with the fictional being that is Hu Tao. I want to violate her so bad that the next morning after she would no longer be able to keep such a smug face over a long period of time. A body so fickle and short is taunting me to conquer it like a man starved for days with nothing else to eat.

Her physique, stature, and face which she flaunts everyday as if it was like her body is gold left untouched in the broad daylight; I must have it. She acts a childlike woman but beneath 'tis simply a shadow of her lustful being only waiting to be eaten--perhaps her greatest prank yet? Her body so refined and clear which resembles the snow, a body which lacks the experience but still remains its curiosity.

The things I would do to supposed beloved. I would feed her peckish self upon our meeting as she tries to prank me with a smug look. After dinner, I would release every pent up sexual degeneracy I have towards her. I would suck on her breasts until every nectar which resides beneath those fat packets will be in my system, then I would stimulate her nether and anal regions until she would piss and defecate the dinner we had before. Could you really say that you want something unless you tasted every part of their being and soul literally and figuratively?

Then and only then where we are covered in her fluids and waste and her riddled with embarassment will I penetrate her living being with everything I have stored. She smells the rancid and foul fluids, vomits, and begs me to stop. I do not stop. She enjoys it. She, a closeted masosadistic, feels relief that her whole personality facade falls in front of a person which accepts every part of her. She orgasms and I will lick it along with the fluids mixed and I would intertwine our tongues together to mark my love to her. She would fall in a state of repose under the lit moonlight where I will sleep embracing her.

Then and only then where we are covered in her fluids and waste and her riddled with embarassment will I penetrate her living being with everything I have stored. She smells the rancid and foul fluids, vomits, and begs me to stop. I do not stop. She enjoys it. She, a closeted masosadistic, feels relief that her whole personality facade falls in front of a person which accepts every part of her. She orgasms and I will lick it along with the fluids mixed and I would intertwine our tongues together to mark my love to her. She would fall in a state of repose under the lit moonlight where I will sleep embracing her.

But alas, 'tis all just my fantasy.

This life is not worth living. A life where I cannot even smell her fragrance, enjoy the sourness of the honeydew which resides in her sweat, feel her smooth hair. The world is, as always, unfair. Upon my death, I simply wish to reincarnate as a ghost in another world where I am bound to her forever. I would nurture her as a growing adult and creep my way through her vagina and pleasure her from the inside, while she pleasures herself outside. I would make her happy.

But even in this world, I was too poor to even get her to C6. I have failed her.