It's My Fault

My roommate was often online as a 'female reporter'. When she learned that I had a crush, she suggested that I did the same to find out if he was interested in me.

Being a 'female reporter', according to my roommate, meant interviewing strangers through a video chat software. It also involved discussing private and intimate topics or even engaging in sexual activities to pleasure oneself.

I summarized it as being a woman who engaged in virtual intimacy.

I was against it at the time. If Calvin found out I was this kind of woman, he would definitely be disgusted by me.

However, my roommate said I could wear a mask to conceal my face. In fact, I could even modify my voice, and I wouldn't be recognized.

She also said all men were sexually driven creatures. The first thing to do was to find out if he was interested in my body.

Otherwise, everything would be futile.

In the end, I was convinced. I used an anonymous account to reach out to Calvin and explained why I wanted to chat with him. To my surprise, he actually agreed.

It was a shock to me. He agreed so quickly and without hesitation. Did that mean he once did it with someone else?

I put on a mask and modified my voice. I decided to ask him during the video chat if he did this often.

Surprisingly, he beat me to it and asked if this was the first time I'd done it.

I said yes and asked him the same question.

I was relieved when he gave an affirmative answer.

Maybe he agreed to this out of curiosity. I doubted he was that kind of person.

The first time we chatted on a video call, Calvin showed me his abs.

Although he seemed thin, he actually had a well-built body. I felt blood rushing through my veins, and my breathing became uneven.

For the first time, I felt the deep sense of excitement pursued by those who were keen on virtual intimacy.

This kind of excitement gradually made me lose myself. I wanted to see more.

Calvin was quite obedient. Just because I told him to, he'd take off his shirt and his pants.

By the time he appeared completely undressed in front of me, I nearly had a nosebleed.

His body was like a sculpture. Every part of it was so perfect that I could hardly look away.

After all that, Calvin said it was my turn.

I was nervous about undressing in front of a man for the first time. My hands were shaking.

However, at the same time, there was a wonderful sense of urge. It felt like forbidden pleasure.

Eventually, I ignored the shame and took off my shirt.

I could clearly see Calvin's Adam's apple moving up and down. He was stunned. Clearly, he was attracted to my body.

I couldn't help but feel smug and happy that he was at least pleased with my body.

By the end of the first video, both he and I were so absorbed that we couldn't stop ourselves.

Once the floodgates were opened, there was no stopping us from doing it again and again.

Each time, we grew bolder than before. We explored more of what made us happy with each other.

But now he's asking to see me. I was worried it would ruin the intimacy we shared.

However, if I refused, I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to remain like this for the rest of my life.

While I hesitated, my roommate took me by the arm and said she would take me somewhere to meet a handsome guy.

When we arrived, I realized that she was talking about Calvin.

Calvin stood under the sun in his white jersey with the number six printed on it. Soaked in sweat, he was running down the basketball court.

Each time he scored a goal, his fans outside the court would scream his name.

Suddenly, I felt extremely small. Compared to him, I was an ordinary girl.

I was so ordinary that he probably wouldn't even have feelings for me.

Without officially meeting, we could at least still flirt during our video chats. Once we met, we would probably part ways for good.

I made up my mind. On the way home, I sent a message to Calvin to reject his offer.

"I don't think it's appropriate for us to meet in real life."

"Alright."

After being rejected, Calvin seemed a little disappointed. We stopped talking for a long time.

Apart from video chatting, we usually communicated with each other through texts.

I was a little worried he might have gotten bored with the intimacy we shared online. Since I refused to meet him, he probably decided he didn't want to continue doing this.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice a street lamp in front of me and was about to walk into it.

Suddenly, a large hand appeared and protected my forehead from colliding against it.

I looked up and saw Calvin's endearing and handsome face.

"Eve, watch where you're going."

Calvin's voice was pleasant. It was deep yet soothing.

I blushed and couldn't figure out why we always met under such awkward circumstances.

All I could do was smile. "Thanks, Calvin."

"Are you free tonight? Can I invite you to dinner?" He asked.

He was still wearing the white jersey. With sunlight against his skin, he seemed like a holy angel.

I was stunned in place as I wondered if I had heard him mistakenly.

Was Calvin actually asking me out on a dinner date?