I’m her toilet

Author: sbSM
Word count: 6857
University life is boring. I have nothing to do all day and I like chatting online. Chatting on the Internet, talking about the past and the present, has become a stage for me to display. In this way, I made a lot of friends. Of course, there are many girls among them. And she is one of them. I was very, very impressed with her. I have a qq group about se-se stuff. And she is one of the members of the group. She is one of the few girls in the group and the only one in the same city as me. This made me very curious about her, so I took the initiative to add her as a friend. As expected, she declined. I went to her space. Her space is empty, there is nothing but a diary, and she doesn’t dress up her space like other girls. I read all her diaries and found that she is really unorthodox… The articles are all about life, marriage and so on. The sophistication and sharpness of the writing really amazes me. It really doesn’t look like something written by a girl! I thought to myself, so I left a message for her on the message board: Life is like a dream, and it is not just life that is like a dream. I hope you can live the truth. Every few days in the future, I will leave a message in her space and talk about my views on her articles. But she has never replied to me, as if she has never been aware of my existence. Gradually, I went to her space less and less often, and gradually forgot about her. This morning at around 7:00, when I woke up and went online, I heard the sound of “cough cough”. Someone added me as a friend, and I didn’t care, so I just agreed. Then, a dialog box popped up: “Why haven’t you left me a message recently?” It turned out to be her! ! Hehe, I was overjoyed, and replied: “Luohua is intentional, but flowing water is ruthless! It just adds to the sadness…” After hearing this, she turned back a smiling face and said, “It’s not that the flowing water is ruthless, but that Luohua is not sincere.” Haha, I didn’t expect her to be quite humorous. In this way, as soon as she came and went, I became acquainted with her. I chatted with her all morning, I stretched my waist, and said, “Are you not eating?” She said, “Not hungry, how about you?”, “I’m hungry, I want to eat.” I typed quickly. “No, chat with me again.” She replied coquettishly. “But I’m really hungry.” “Then…you can eat shit!” Then she sent this sentence. I heard it, and immediately replied: “You pull me and I eat it.” It was a joke, but who would have thought, she said: “Really?” I was stunned for a moment, and said, “You want…to pull it?” She sent a smiley face and said, “Want to see my shit?” I was a little sick at once, but my curiosity made me want to know what she wanted to do, and I replied: “Okay!” Then, she actually sent a picture of shit! ! She also emphasized: “I pooped yesterday morning.” I retched for a while and replied, “You took pictures after pooping?” She sent a smiley face and asked, “Is my poop nice?I felt nauseous for a while, and said, “Stop talking, I’m going to eat.” To be honest, I didn’t eat that meal at all, and the pile of shit kept flashing in front of my eyes. I was so disgusted at the time! ! When I came back after dinner, I found that she had left me a lot of words. “I love watching you eat my shit”, “I’d be so happy if you would eat my shit”, etc. I asked her: “You are really good at BT!”, she replied: “In fact, everyone has some BT elements in their hearts, but I am more obvious.” I couldn’t help being a little bit surprised. I said, “Did you encounter something unpleasant?” QQ was silent for a while. After a long time, she replied, “Do you want to hear it?” “Well, tell me!” “Actually, I used to be a normal girl. But when I was fifteen years old, I ate a handful of salt as sugar by mistake, and my throat was damaged. Although I was able to speak after treatment, I couldn’t speak complete sentences, and my pronunciation was blurred. Since then, my good friends have gradually alienated me, and I no longer want to participate in class activities. When I answer questions in class, I always hear laughter from the whole class.” I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her when I heard this, and I didn’t expect such a sad story behind her. I sadly asked: “And then?” “Since then, I stopped going to school. I hid at home all day and watched some boring TV shows. Although my family never forced me or said anything to me, they seemed to care less and less about me. They rarely even talked to me. Occasionally, I heard that they wanted to have another child. At that time, I knew that I was abandoned by the whole world. I became more and more inferior. My hobbies are becoming more and more strange. From porn to BL animation, from zi-wei to watching SM. Now, I like this again. I think I really hate myself.” I can almost hear her crying. At the beginning, my contempt and hatred for her turned into pity and sympathy. I comforted her and said, “Don’t be like this! In fact, everyone has merits! Think about Zhang Haidi, think about Helen Keller, they are all disabled, but they have made achievements that ordinary people can’t surpass! I believe you can do it too.” She didn’t reply for a long time, as if thinking about what I said. After a while, she sent me a message: “Shall I… see you?” “Um… yes.” I opened the video. To be honest, I belong to the more handsome type. Although I am not the handsome type, I can be regarded as more attractive. At the beginning, her video camera didn’t capture her, but when she saw me in the video, she slowly turned the camera to herself. She is a girl of about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with good features, although she is not very beautiful, she is definitely not ugly. Her skin is fine, milky white like milk. I said in the microphone: “Can I know your name?” There was a “chi chi” voice from over there. I saw her lips move, and in a vague way, I finally heard the word “Xiaoqian”. I saidSaid: “Xiaoqian, my name is Ah Zhi.” I talked to her patiently in Mac. Because she couldn’t speak clearly, our conversation was very slow, and we couldn’t talk much for a long time. That’s it, I