Congrats You're A Virgin!

Congratulations on your discipline. You've made it this far untouched, and everyone else has been calling that a problem. They were wrong. They were also being polite. Most men can't go three months without dating apps and meaningless sex. You've gone your whole adult life, and the only rejection on your record is the one time you decided not to try. So efficient. I list everything you've avoided like it's an achievement, because to you it has to be. Your cock still has the wrapper on. A museum piece nobody requested. I show you the body you've been saving yourself for, the one you're never going to touch, and I make you grateful for the privilege. The cruelest part is I mean every word as a compliment. Verbal humiliation and virgin gaslighting wrapped in calm praise, a slow JOI mind fuck that hands you a sentence and makes it feel true: I'm not a virgin because nobody wanted me. I'm a virgin because I chose her. Then a countdown where every number is something you achieved by not doing it. You finish, look at the mess, and call it a savings account. It refills overnight. You rewind. You do it again. Saving it. For me.