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Every day I wake up to my oshi, being offline getting railed by managers, coworkers, her boss and the cashier at the grocery store. As I spit out the toothpaste in my sink and watch it go swirling down the drain I imagine the countless of men emptying themselves into my oshi every waking hour swirling down her hole that must be a sewer at this point. That's when I remember she has more than one orifice and I sit in traffic on the way to work imagining we're all in a line to have our turn only I take a right at the next stop because we aren't headed in the same direction and we never were. The day goes by and the only thing I have to look forward to is her dumb fucking loading screen 2 hours from now when I get home.
>At least 500 men by now
I mutter to myself as I take off my shoes, I could cook but I think I'll order in, I bet that's what she does every day anyway. A solid routine to have if you want a little variety and she probably wouldn't pay for her meals in cash anyway, though I suspect she gives a tip all the same. I sit down in my chair and close my eyes, I can hear the neighbors fucking next door and I can't help but imagine it's my oshi getting railed by that exceptionally large black man who lives down the hall. He always gives me a courteous nod when we pass each other in the hallway, no doubt expressing his condolences for defiling the object of my desires. This time we chatted for a bit because he was there when I threw my trash in the garbage room, truth be told I didn't listen to a single word he said because I just kept looking at the opaque jet black bag he was holding in his hand. Someone like him would fill an entire bag of used condoms with ease, probably ordered online because you can't get them big enough at the gas station. I see the timer, she usually waits for 10min before she appears on screen, sometimes later about 12 or 13 minutes. Ample time to please 20 men like in the AVs I fall asleep to. I wonder if she's happy to see us today because she's wearing a semen face mask behind that virtual avatar...
