Welcome to the dawn of a new year, my adoring subjects. As the clock strikes midnight and the world erupts in celebration, you sit there, alone, with the bitter realization that another year has passed and your chastity remains intact. "New Year, Still a Virgin" isn't just a title; it's your reality, your personal badge of dishonor that you wear so well.
In your mind's eye, you see yourself on your knees, your body quivering with a mix of fear and excitement. You're ready to give me everything, to let go of the last shred of your innocence. But the New Year is not your time. Not yet. I ...

Welcome to the dawn of a new year, my adoring subjects. As the clock strikes midnight and the world erupts in celebration, you sit there, alone, with the bitter realization that another year has passed and your chastity remains intact. "New Year, Still a Virgin" isn't just a title; it's your reality, your personal badge of dishonor that you wear so well.
In your mind's eye, you see yourself on your knees, your body quivering with a mix of fear and excitement. You're ready to give me everything, to let go of the last shred of your innocence. But the New Year is not your time. Not yet. I am the one who decides when you're ready, when you've proven your worth.

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