DeepWater
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Back when I was 19, I met this older girl (3-4 years older than me), a recent banking graduate, on the Scribble Hub Forum and discord community
No one in the group knew she was a girl because she kept a super low profile. Her avatar was some sunset sky picture or something, her name was "abcdzzz9," and she only came online for review swaps or drama.
Everything could have gone smoothly if I had just minded my own business and gone to sleep early.
But no, on that fateful night, I decided to stay up late and saw her looking for a proofreading session at 1 AM, so I asked for a link to her gdoc since we'd interacted once or twice before.
Then came the moment we turned on our mics, and you know how it goes...
"Holy crap, bro, you're a girl?"
"Yeah? Didn't you know?"
"How tf could I?"
After chatting for a bit, she told me to just call her Sue (or Su, I guess?) since she was shy about revealing her name and face.
Sue's voice was deep and a bit hoarse, and occasionally I'd hear her clearing her throat. But she was really gentle, and damn, she was a beast at writing.
All I had to do was charge in, change a few typos, and give some feedback, and Sue would effortlessly churn out paragraphs ahead of me. And get this, she'd even praise me after every chapter, saying "good job" or "nice catch" in that irresistibly warm voice. Tell me, what kind òf weeaboo teenager wouldn't fall head over heels when an older girl who compliments them???
So, I decided to gatekeep and not let the others know she was a girl to avoid getting her snatched away. When talking in the Discord group, I still referred to her account as "he," and Sue was grateful for me keeping her secret. A win-win, muhwahwa.
"Hey, [my name], you write Isekai?" Sue asked.
"Yeah, I do," I replied – I had been a fan since the genre first came out and had written a few first drafts already.
She was still a beast at writing, and I just cleaned up her writing as we cruised through a brand new book.
"You know Cultivation?" Sue asked next.
"Yep!"
Damn, she knew how to write Wuxia and also knew Chinese? Holy fucking cow! And she praised me for supporting her with my editing skills.
At this point, I felt like we were spiritually connected, sharing the same joys and sorrows, the same desires and affections, our voices and spirits resonating. Any genre I knew how to write, she'd invite me to join, and I was completely smitten.
Of course, I had my ego, and being just a lower editor for a girl may made me seems like a "skirt hiding loser," but every time she said "you're so good" or "nice play," I'd be as obedient as a puppy.
About two months passed like that, rotating between those three novels. When we got bored, we'd switch, and when we got writer's block, she'd curse at me, and when we finished a chapter, she'd praise me. I never felt inferior around Sue.
But then, one day, something I never expected happened.
"I just rented a place near my workplace and it's close to you. Wanna grab coffee?"
She was about to start working at a well-known bank, and the branch was only a 30-minute drive from me? What the hell? Was my rom-com life finally starting?
So, I skipped my National Defense (nothing serious, just uni curriculum) class on the day of the attendance check to meet Sue in person.
...
"Damn, those things are huge."
That was my first thought, I swear. I'm not some pervert, but her chest were so prominent that I didn't even dare look her in the face when I first saw her, afraid my eyes would wander and make her uncomfortable. So, I just kept my head down like a loser.
She was wearing lipstick, but I couldn't tell if she had any other makeup on.
And she had this really "authoritative" way of sitting, guys. She was wearing jeans, crossed her legs, leaned back, clasped her hands in front of her stomach, and looked down at me.
That's when I realized stupid Chinese novels ain't the only thing matter in this world.
Remember how at the beginning of the story, I was all confident and type sh when talking to Sue? Now I was just barely able to mutter "ma'am" and "ywes"
At the coffee shop, she did all the talking, and I just answered. She must have been super bored, but I was too flustered to notice. And then I did something really disgusting...
When she got up to go to the bathroom to reapply her lipstick, I hesitated for a moment and then picked up her lemon iced tea, took a sip from the straw, and gave it a quick kiss. I put the glass down just a few seconds before she came back, so I don't know if she saw me or not...
...Yeah, I know I'm a loser, sorry guys.
A simple Wednesday morning passed like that. Nothing special, no grand gestures, just a loser disappointing his online friend.
But then, on Sunday that week, she texted me, "Wanna come over and see my new place?"
LET'S FCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I felt like a king, a god, a proud predator, a wolf among sheep.
I had never been so happy, so excited.
Until I actually went over.
That's when Sue confessed something.
She had a boyfriend.
And they both had a... uh... very hard-to-explain kink.
You know how hotel rooms often have a chair facing the bed?
Sue's place had one too.
And they wanted me to sit and watch, like I could enjoy myself if I wanted, but I couldn't join in or disturb them xD.
Those were the longest 30 minutes of my life.
It's been a few years now, and they call me over once or twice a month for a "breath of fresh air." I should have had the guts to say no, but I'm too afraid of losing her.
There's been some progress lately, though. When we go to the internet cafe, she pats my head and calls me a good boy (in English), and even buys me food.
I think I've become their low-maintenance pet. But I'm too invested to quit now, guys.
Oh, and her boyfriend is really nice too. He even invited me over for
dinner once when she went back to her hometown to take care of her grandparents who had a sprained ankle.
No one in the group knew she was a girl because she kept a super low profile. Her avatar was some sunset sky picture or something, her name was "abcdzzz9," and she only came online for review swaps or drama.
Everything could have gone smoothly if I had just minded my own business and gone to sleep early.
But no, on that fateful night, I decided to stay up late and saw her looking for a proofreading session at 1 AM, so I asked for a link to her gdoc since we'd interacted once or twice before.
Then came the moment we turned on our mics, and you know how it goes...
"Holy crap, bro, you're a girl?"
"Yeah? Didn't you know?"
"How tf could I?"
After chatting for a bit, she told me to just call her Sue (or Su, I guess?) since she was shy about revealing her name and face.
Sue's voice was deep and a bit hoarse, and occasionally I'd hear her clearing her throat. But she was really gentle, and damn, she was a beast at writing.
All I had to do was charge in, change a few typos, and give some feedback, and Sue would effortlessly churn out paragraphs ahead of me. And get this, she'd even praise me after every chapter, saying "good job" or "nice catch" in that irresistibly warm voice. Tell me, what kind òf weeaboo teenager wouldn't fall head over heels when an older girl who compliments them???
So, I decided to gatekeep and not let the others know she was a girl to avoid getting her snatched away. When talking in the Discord group, I still referred to her account as "he," and Sue was grateful for me keeping her secret. A win-win, muhwahwa.
"Hey, [my name], you write Isekai?" Sue asked.
"Yeah, I do," I replied – I had been a fan since the genre first came out and had written a few first drafts already.
She was still a beast at writing, and I just cleaned up her writing as we cruised through a brand new book.
"You know Cultivation?" Sue asked next.
"Yep!"
Damn, she knew how to write Wuxia and also knew Chinese? Holy fucking cow! And she praised me for supporting her with my editing skills.
At this point, I felt like we were spiritually connected, sharing the same joys and sorrows, the same desires and affections, our voices and spirits resonating. Any genre I knew how to write, she'd invite me to join, and I was completely smitten.
Of course, I had my ego, and being just a lower editor for a girl may made me seems like a "skirt hiding loser," but every time she said "you're so good" or "nice play," I'd be as obedient as a puppy.
About two months passed like that, rotating between those three novels. When we got bored, we'd switch, and when we got writer's block, she'd curse at me, and when we finished a chapter, she'd praise me. I never felt inferior around Sue.
But then, one day, something I never expected happened.
"I just rented a place near my workplace and it's close to you. Wanna grab coffee?"
She was about to start working at a well-known bank, and the branch was only a 30-minute drive from me? What the hell? Was my rom-com life finally starting?
So, I skipped my National Defense (nothing serious, just uni curriculum) class on the day of the attendance check to meet Sue in person.
...
"Damn, those things are huge."
That was my first thought, I swear. I'm not some pervert, but her chest were so prominent that I didn't even dare look her in the face when I first saw her, afraid my eyes would wander and make her uncomfortable. So, I just kept my head down like a loser.
She was wearing lipstick, but I couldn't tell if she had any other makeup on.
And she had this really "authoritative" way of sitting, guys. She was wearing jeans, crossed her legs, leaned back, clasped her hands in front of her stomach, and looked down at me.
That's when I realized stupid Chinese novels ain't the only thing matter in this world.
Remember how at the beginning of the story, I was all confident and type sh when talking to Sue? Now I was just barely able to mutter "ma'am" and "ywes"
At the coffee shop, she did all the talking, and I just answered. She must have been super bored, but I was too flustered to notice. And then I did something really disgusting...
When she got up to go to the bathroom to reapply her lipstick, I hesitated for a moment and then picked up her lemon iced tea, took a sip from the straw, and gave it a quick kiss. I put the glass down just a few seconds before she came back, so I don't know if she saw me or not...
...Yeah, I know I'm a loser, sorry guys.
A simple Wednesday morning passed like that. Nothing special, no grand gestures, just a loser disappointing his online friend.
But then, on Sunday that week, she texted me, "Wanna come over and see my new place?"
LET'S FCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I felt like a king, a god, a proud predator, a wolf among sheep.
I had never been so happy, so excited.
Until I actually went over.
That's when Sue confessed something.
She had a boyfriend.
And they both had a... uh... very hard-to-explain kink.
You know how hotel rooms often have a chair facing the bed?
Sue's place had one too.
And they wanted me to sit and watch, like I could enjoy myself if I wanted, but I couldn't join in or disturb them xD.
Those were the longest 30 minutes of my life.
It's been a few years now, and they call me over once or twice a month for a "breath of fresh air." I should have had the guts to say no, but I'm too afraid of losing her.
There's been some progress lately, though. When we go to the internet cafe, she pats my head and calls me a good boy (in English), and even buys me food.
I think I've become their low-maintenance pet. But I'm too invested to quit now, guys.
Oh, and her boyfriend is really nice too. He even invited me over for
dinner once when she went back to her hometown to take care of her grandparents who had a sprained ankle.
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