I’m 25 this year, 180 cm tall, with a hard, chiseled face and a sturdy build. I’m a graphic designer, and I also take on occasional freelance work as a print model.
At a gathering with friends, I met my girlfriend Xiaoying. She’s 21, 158 cm tall, with an oval face, big eyes, delicate skin that’s fair with a rosy glow, and a habit of tying her long hair into twin tails. When she smiles, she looks sweet and doll-like. She isn’t tall, but she’s got a pair of massive 36D breasts, though there’s a little softness around her waist and stomach. She’s the sort of big-breasted loli type, and her personality is sweet, innocent, and a little airheaded too. Spin her around a couple of times and she starts getting confused.
Her best friend, Xinyi, is also 21. She has a slightly influencer-style face, though not the kind that grabs you at first glance. She’s the type who grows more alluring the longer you look at her, naturally seductive, the kind of woman who seems to have charm in her bones.
Her skin is very fair, and her long hair spills down her back like a waterfall, silky smooth like satin. She’s 170 cm tall, with a tiny waist you can almost close one hand around, and she loves wearing short skirts. Her long, slender legs could go toe-to-toe with Senri Chihiro’s.
Still, fairness is fairness. What she has on her chest is only a pitiful A cup, at most an A+.
Xinyi is usually cold and proud, with a strong sense of self and the air of a little princess who keeps everyone at arm’s length. But once you get close to her, she’ll crack jokes about anything. She has plenty of admirers, but very few ever succeed with her, and even the ones who do usually end up getting dumped not long after.
The two girls are college classmates and incredibly close. Wherever they go, they stick together, and when they get carried away talking, they’ll kiss, touch each other’s breasts, and do all sorts of things without the slightest embarrassment in front of me. Every time I went on a date with Xiaoying, it felt like I was the third wheel.
Because I sometimes introduced Xinyi to freelance print-model jobs and went with her to do them, our relationship was always very good.
When I was with them, I’d often crack dirty jokes and grope them a little, which usually left both of them blushing furiously. They’d chase me around in a flurry of mock outrage, and in the end I’d have to spend money treating them to dinner and milk tea.
I later found out by chance that the two of them were both virgins, which really surprised me. Especially Xinyi. With all those admirers around her, and with a few boyfriends in her past, she had somehow still managed to keep herself untouched.