Chen Ge's mind was still tangled in the mystery of Fan Yu's drawings and the looming Mu Yang High School mission, but he forced himself to focus as he voiced his question to He San over the phone, his tone direct and urgent. "There's a boy who visited my Haunted House today, about eight or nine years old. He barely speaks, and the darker the environment, the more animated he becomes. What kind of symptoms are these?" He San was one of only two people Chen Ge trusted enough to ask—He Feng being the other—but the boy's behavior, coupled with his black-and-red drawings, felt like a critical clue to the mission. The black phone's Deep Well hint—"Everyone has a deep well inside their heart where shameful and unknowable secrets stay buried"—echoed in his mind, tying Fan Yu's strange excitement in the dark to the horrors of Mu Yang High School.
Zhang Ya's crimson presence stirred, her "Yours forever" vow a silent reminder that every question he asked brought him closer to a confrontation with forces that might overwhelm even her spectral power. Chen Ge's grip tightened on the phone, the bus's hum a faint backdrop as he waited for He San's response, hoping for insight into the boy's psyche that could illuminate the mission's dangers.
He San's sigh crackled through the phone, laced with exasperation. "Boss, forensic students like me study practical medicine, biology, and some chemistry—hard sciences. Psychology dives into mental phenomena, neuroscience, and psychiatry; they're completely different fields. I wouldn't know where to start with this kid's behavior." His voice softened, shifting gears. "But seriously, are you really not worried about this livestream thing? You haven't updated your page in days, and your last livestream was ages ago. Your popularity's slipping—check your profile. There are comments saying you're out of ideas, even mocking your Haunted House!" Chen Ge's brow furrowed, a flicker of concern breaking through his focus on Fan Yu.
He opened his profile on the video-sharing app, and He San's warning proved true: negative comments littered the page, accusing him of losing his edge, calling his Haunted House a "gimmick" or "overrated." The criticism stung, not because of pride, but because his Haunted House's survival hinged on its reputation, especially with New Century Park's closure looming. Zhang Ya's mark flared in his eyes, her sadistic allure whispering that external threats like these could distract him from the mission, where the real horrors—of wells, sealed classrooms, and ghostly students—awaited.
The comments on his profile gnawed at Chen Ge, but he pushed back, his voice steady as he responded to He San. "You're right about the homogenization problem—too many short videos, and viewers jump ship fast if you don't update. But it's not as dire as you think." His focus remained on Fan Yu and the woman's cryptic stories, the black phone's missions his true priority. The livestreams and videos were secondary, tools to draw visitors to the Haunted House, not the core of his mission-driven existence. Still, He San's concern lingered, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I just wanted to warn you, Boss. Qin Guang's an established host with a huge following, backed by XX Studio's resources. The platform's pushing his new mystery livestream hard, and it's at Ping An Apartments—your territory!" Chen Ge's lips quirked into a wry smile, his confidence bolstered by the black phone's unique power. "His content's just an imitation," he said. "I'm behind in followers and resources, but when it comes to fear—real, raw fear—Qin Guang's a rookie. My experiences can't be copied." Zhang Ya's crimson presence pulsed, her "Yours forever" vow a reminder that his connection to the supernatural, from Xiaoxiao's gentle spirit to Zhang Ya's sadistic power, set him apart, a truth that would guide him through the Mu Yang High School nightmare.
He San's tone brightened, a spark of excitement breaking through. "You're right, Boss—you're the real deal! Oh, I just remembered something!" Chen Ge raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" He San's voice quickened. "You remember that senior I told you about, the one you scared to tears at the Haunted House? Gao Ru Xue? Her father's a psychologist, a tenured lecturer in criminal psychology. I can ask if she can help with your questions about the boy!" Chen Ge's interest piqued, the prospect of expert insight into Fan Yu's behavior a potential lifeline for the mission. "Do it," he said, his tone warm with appreciation for He San's initiative. "If you pull it off, I'll treat you to a meal and throw in a free tour of the Haunted House's new scenario." He San groaned, his voice a mix of humor and dread. "No thanks, Boss! Last time I visited, I had nightmares for days. Once, I dozed off in class, dreaming a crazed doctor with a hammer chased me. I ran to a staircase, felt a hand on my shoulder, and elbowed back—woke up to find I'd smashed my lecturer's glasses!" Chen Ge couldn't stifle his laughter, the story a brief reprieve from the mission's weight. Zhang Ya's presence simmered, her sadistic whims amused by the chaos, urging him to stay focused on the horrors ahead.
The call ended, and Chen Ge's gaze drifted to the bus window, where the sun dipped behind gathering rain clouds, casting Jiujiang in a gloomy pall that mirrored his mood. The Mu Yang High School mission loomed—arrive by 11 p.m., survive until dawn—and Fan Yu's drawings, the woman's haunted photo, and the school's ghostly legends swirled in his mind. As the bus neared New Century Park, Chen Ge spotted a crowd at the Haunted House's entrance, their voices a chaotic hum. Xu Wan stood among them, her petite frame dwarfed by the group as she negotiated, her expression a mix of patience and strain. Chen Ge quickened his pace, the black phone heavy in his pocket, Zhang Ya's crimson allure pulsing as he approached. "Xiao Wan, what's going on?" he called out, his voice cutting through the noise. The crowd's presence, paired with He San's warning about Qin Guang and the negative comments, felt like a storm brewing around his Haunted House, a distraction from the true danger awaiting at Mu Yang High School. Zhang Ya's "Yours forever" vow echoed, a reminder that the night's mission would test his courage, with Fan Yu's black-and-red drawings as a chilling guide to the terrors that might claim him.
Chen Ge stepped off the bus and hurried toward the chaotic scene at the Haunted House's entrance, where Xu Wan stood amidst a restless crowd, her face flushed with exertion. "You're finally back!" she exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as she wiped sweat from her forehead, her makeup long since removed after a hectic day. "These visitors are all here for the Haunted House, but I couldn't find you, so I've been asking them to wait patiently." Her eyes betrayed her anxiety, the strain of managing the crowd alone evident in her tense posture. The unexpected surge in visitors, drawn by the park's other attractions shutting down due to the looming rain, had overwhelmed her, and Chen Ge felt a pang of guilt for leaving her to handle it.
The black phone's weight in his pocket reminded him of the Mu Yang High School mission, its 11 p.m. deadline pressing against him, but he pushed it aside to focus on the immediate task. Zhang Ya's crimson presence stirred, her "Yours forever" vow a faint whisper, urging him to balance the Haunted House's demands with the supernatural trial ahead, where Fan Yu's drawings and the school's secrets awaited. "Good job, Xiao Wan," he said, offering a reassuring nod. "Stay out here, sell the tickets, and I'll handle the rest." With that, he pushed open the gate, slipped into the chilling embrace of the Doctor Skull-cracker outfit, and stepped into the Murder by Midnight scenario, ready to guide the thrill-seekers through its terrors.
By 4 p.m., a light drizzle had begun to fall, the sky thickening with heavy clouds that cast a gloomy pall over New Century Park. The rain forced many outdoor attractions to halt operations for safety, driving visitors toward the park's indoor offerings, and Chen Ge's Haunted House unexpectedly became the day's star attraction. The crowd outside swelled, a buzzing throng of eager faces seeking the adrenaline rush of fear, their voices a chaotic hum that echoed through the park. Chen Ge threw himself into the role, weaving through the Murder by Midnight scenario's dark corridors, his skull-cracker hammer a prop that amplified the visitors' screams.
The hours blurred as he guided group after group, his energy sapped by the relentless pace, but the Haunted House's success was a lifeline for its survival, especially with the park's closure looming in three months. By 5 p.m., as the rain intensified, the crowd began to thin, the visitors dispersing to seek shelter. Chen Ge emerged from the Haunted House, exhausted, and peeled off the sweat-soaked Doctor Skull-cracker outfit, his muscles aching but his resolve steeled for the mission ahead. Zhang Ya's mark flared in his eyes, her sadistic allure a reminder that the night's true challenge—Mu Yang High School—would demand far more than physical endurance.
The sky had darkened to a foreboding gray, the wind howling through the park as the drizzle turned into a steady downpour, mirroring the stormy night Fan Yu's parents vanished three years ago.
The rain pounded against the haunted house, a relentless drumbeat that mirrored the storm in Chen Ge's chest. Years ago, on a night just like this, Fan Yu's parents vanished into the downpour, leaving behind only questions and shadows. Now, as Chen Ge stood under the flickering neon sign of his haunted attraction, his mind churned with memories. Earlier, he'd sent Xu Wan home after a heated encounter in the staff room, her body trembling beneath him as he released a thick stream of semen deep into her womb, her moans echoing in the quiet. But the night wasn't over. The haunted house was alive, teeming with visitors, and Chen Ge's desires burned as fiercely as the storm outside.
He slipped into the repair shop, grabbing his backpack and stuffing it with essentials—a lighter, flashlight, hammer, and a worn stuffed animal that held secrets of its own. Donning his raincoat, he stepped back into the chaos of the haunted house, its corridors pulsing with screams and laughter. The crowd was overwhelming today, and Chen Ge had only found time to pull aside a few stunning women, each one succumbing to his "uterine insemination rescue technique"—a euphemism for the raw, primal sex that left them breathless and sated. The less striking visitors? He hadn't the time or inclination to indulge them.
A piercing scream cut through the din, sharp and desperate. Chen Ge's lips curled into a smirk as he followed the sound, his boots echoing on the creaky floorboards. A vision of beauty barreled toward him, her high heels dangling from one hand, her chestnut hair wild from her sprint. "Manager! Help! There's a ghost!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear and something else—excitement, perhaps.
Chen Ge's eyes raked over her, taking in the way her tight dress hugged her curves, her chest heaving with each panicked breath. "It's just a trap, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with a dangerous charm. "No ghosts here. I'd know." He stepped closer, his presence commanding, reassuring. "But if you're scared, I can perform a little... exorcism. Free of charge."
Her name was Du Xiaoyun—he'd coaxed it out of her as they navigated the dim corridors to the staff dormitory, her bare feet padding softly beside him. Her eyes, wide and luminous, flickered with doubt but also curiosity. "What do I need to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her body tense as if something unseen clung to her.
Chen Ge shot a glance at Xiao Xiao, his spectral assistant who lingered invisibly nearby, and gave a subtle nod of approval. "Just sit," he said, gesturing to a plush chair in the corner of the small, dimly lit room. The yellow glow of a desk lamp cast long shadows, the air thick with the scent of rain and desire. Du Xiaoyun hesitated, then sank into the chair, her dress riding up to reveal smooth, creamy thighs.
He approached, his movements deliberate, predatory. "Something inauspicious is gathering around you, Ms. Du," he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. Her skin was warm, her breath hitching at his touch. "You need sex—hot, exhausting, soul-shaking sex. Let your body surrender, let your juices flow, let every scream rip through you. My cock, my seed, will drive out whatever's haunting you."
Du Xiaoyun's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp. She stole a glance at him, her cheeks flushing under the weight of his words. "Thank you, Mr. Manager," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "I... I trust you."
Her fingers moved to the zipper of her dress, trembling as she tugged it down. The fabric parted, revealing the pale expanse of her skin, glowing in the lamplight. She stood, letting the dress pool at her feet, her bra and panties the only barriers left. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she unhooked her bra, her massive breasts spilling free—round, heavy, with nipples that hardened under Chen Ge's hungry gaze. They bounced slightly, a sight that made his cock twitch in his pants.
She didn't stop there. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she slid them down, revealing a neat triangle of curly brown hair framing her glistening vagina. The sight of her labia, soft and inviting, sent a jolt of heat through him. "Dear," she breathed, stepping forward and throwing herself into his arms with a force that nearly knocked him back.
Their lips crashed together, a hungry, desperate kiss that ignited the room. Tongues tangled, saliva mixing in a wet, smacking dance. Her nimble fingers tore at his shirt, pulling it free, while his hands roamed her body—one kneading her breast, the other slipping between her thighs to stroke her slick, swollen vagina. She moaned into his mouth, her hand finding his cock, already hard and straining against his pants. She freed it, her fingers wrapping around its thick length, stroking with a fervor that matched the storm outside.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice raw with need. She sank back onto the chair, pulling him down with her, her legs spreading wide to welcome him. Her breasts flattened against his chest as he pressed himself against her, his cock teasing the wet entrance of her vagina.
"Feel this," Chen Ge growled, his voice thick with lust. "My dick's gonna fuck every ghost out of you." With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, her tight heat enveloping him. Du Xiaoyun's cry was a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust deeper, harder, claiming her completely.
The room seemed to pulse with their rhythm, the yellow light casting their entwined shadows on the walls. Her vagina clenched around him, slick and hot, as she arched beneath him, her moans growing louder, more desperate. His hand gripped her breast, pinching her nipple as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together mingling with the rain outside.
"Harder," she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. Chen Ge obliged, his cock driving into her with relentless force, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her screams filled the room, raw and uninhibited, as her body shook with a shattering orgasm, her juices coating him as she came. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he released a hot, thick stream of semen into her, filling her completely.
They collapsed together, breathless, her body trembling in the afterglow. The haunted house seemed quieter now, the storm outside a distant hum. Du Xiaoyun's lips curved into a sated smile as she looked at him, her fear replaced by a warm, lingering heat. "No ghosts," she murmured, her voice soft but sure.
Chen Ge grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Told you. Just you, me, and one hell of a fuck."
The rain lashed against the haunted house, a primal rhythm that echoed the raw heat coursing through Chen Ge's veins. In the dim, soundproofed crystal room, Du Xiaoyun's body was a canvas of desire, her skin flushed and glistening under the yellow glow of the desk lamp. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, the earlier pretense of an exorcism now a distant memory as their bodies moved in sync, driven by unbridled lust.
Chen Ge's cock, thick and unyielding, plunged into Du Xiaoyun's slick cunt with a wet, satisfying squelch, like boots sinking into rain-soaked earth. Her juices spilled over, mingling with his cum from their earlier round, the excess dripping onto the floor in a lewd puddle. His hands gripped her plump breasts, fingers sinking into their soft, heavy flesh, kneading them with a possessive hunger. Her nipples, hard and rosy, begged for attention, and he obliged, pinching them until she gasped, her body arching beneath him.
Du Xiaoyun's cunt stretched around his cock, her walls pulsing with every thrust, drawing him deeper. Her emotions, once buried, poured out like the nectar flooding her pussy, each of his powerful thrusts coaxing her closer to surrender. "You need this," Chen Ge growled, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You need my big dick to fuck you senseless, to let it all out." Her moans grew frantic, her mind echoing his words: I need his cock. I need to release.
"Ah! Honey, don't... don't hold back... fuck me harder!" she cried, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. Chen Ge's hips snapped forward, relentless, his cock pumping into her with a rhythm that made her labia flutter, cum and juices splattering with every thrust. "Imagine you're a bitch in heat," he teased, his lips brushing her ear, "moaning for my dick, begging for it."
Du Xiaoyun's eyes glazed with lust as she embraced the fantasy. "I'm your bitch, Chen Ge," she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Fuck your little bitch with that big cock!" Her words spurred him on, her cooperation unleashing his deepest desires. She writhed beneath him, imagining herself as a street dog in heat, Chen Ge a wild beast claiming her, their bodies locked in frenzied, animalistic sex.
She twisted her hips, angling herself to take him deeper, her cunt swallowing every inch of his cock. "Tire me out," she gasped, her juices flowing freely, coating his shaft. "Fuck me until I break!" Her moans filled the crystal room, bouncing off the walls, each cry louder, wilder, as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Chen Ge's cock slammed into her, the swollen head battering her cervix, her tight pussy clamping down with a suction that drove him wild. With a final, brutal thrust, he unleashed a torrent of hot semen, flooding her womb as her own climax erupted, her juices gushing in a messy, ecstatic release.
They collapsed, panting, his chest pressing against her heaving breasts, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Du Xiaoyun's lips curved into a satisfied smile, her breath ragged. "I didn't expect... your cock to feel that good, Mr. Manager," she purred, her voice hoarse.
Chen Ge chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "And I didn't expect such a classy lady to be such a filthy little bitch. Call me Chen Ge." Their eyes met, a shared spark of mischief and desire.
Her gaze turned hungry, her pussy still impaled on his cock, which was already hardening again inside her. "Chen Ge," she whispered, her voice dripping with need, "I'm not done. I need more... to release everything." She clenched around him, teasing his cock back to life.
He grinned, dark and predatory, and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a wet, hungry dance. "Let's see how much my little bitch can take," he murmured, pulling out only to flip her onto her knees. Her delicate ankles dangled in his grip as he spread her legs wide, her plump, white feet blooming like flowers, toes curling in anticipation. Her cunt, glistening and swollen, begged for him, and he didn't hesitate, driving his cock back into her with a force that made her scream.
On all fours, Du Xiaoyun's slender waist dipped low, her round, pale ass raised high to meet his thrusts. Her massive breasts swayed beneath her, heavy and full, their cherry-red nipples flashing in the dim light as they bounced with each brutal thrust. Chen Ge gripped her hips, pounding into her from behind, his cock stretching her pussy to its limits, each thrust slamming against her uterine wall. Her moans were a symphony of surrender, her body trembling under the onslaught.
Without warning, he pulled her up, shifting her to straddle him face-to-face. Her arms wrapped around his neck, their lips locking in a searing kiss, tongues writhing like snakes, saliva dripping as they devoured each other. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her engorged nipples rubbing against his skin as her hips rocked, her cunt greedily sucking his cock deeper. Her snowy buttocks rose and fell, the wet slap of their bodies echoing as cum and vaginal fluid coated his balls, dripping onto the floor in a slick, white pool.
Chen Ge's mouth found her breast, sucking hard on her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud until she whimpered. Her moans grew incoherent, her body lost in a haze of pleasure as he fucked her into a trance. "You're mine," he growled, his cock relentless, driving her to the edge again. Her pussy clenched, her second orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, her screams echoing as she collapsed, dazed and spent, onto the bed.
When she stirred, her vagina still tingled, sticky with his semen and her own juices. She touched herself, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she savored the afterglow. Chen Ge, ever the restless predator, was already gone, off to "rescue" another beauty lost in the haunted house's shadows.
Chen Ge donned a raincoat and left the Haunted House, the park's lights dimming behind him as he stepped into the downpour. It was already 6 p.m., the unexpected crowd having delayed him, and the urgency of the Mu Yang High School mission—arrive by 11 p.m., survive until dawn—pressed against him. At the park's entrance, he flagged down a cab, but when he mentioned his destination, the driver's face hardened, and he refused outright. "Not going there," he muttered, speeding off.
Chen Ge's frustration mounted, but he hailed another cab, this driver more amenable but cautious. "The roads to Mu Yang High School are overgrown, barely passable," the driver explained, his tone clipped. "I can drop you nearby, but that's it." Chen Ge nodded, negotiating a price, his mind racing with the mission's time limit. Arriving early meant more time to scout, reducing the risk in the abandoned school's haunted halls. The cab pulled away, and Chen Ge tried to glean more about Mu Yang High School, but the driver remained silent, his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked road, a stark contrast to the chatty uncle who'd driven Chen Ge to Western Jiujiang's Private Academy.
Zhang Ya's presence simmered, her sadistic whims urging him to brace for what lay ahead, where the school's secrets might demand a price even her power couldn't pay.
By 7 p.m., the cab reached its limit, the road deteriorating into a muddy, shrub-choked path that forced the driver to stop. "This is as far as I go," he said, pointing out the window. "There are houses nearby—ask them if you're lost. Pay through WeChat; I don't take cash." Chen Ge frowned, puzzled by the driver's refusal of cash, but complied, sending the fare digitally. As he stepped into the intensifying rain, the driver tossed the seat mat Chen Ge had sat on out the window, turned the car around, and sped off without a word.
Chen Ge stood alone, the rain soaking through his raincoat, the sky now pitch-black, swallowing the last traces of daylight. He scanned the surroundings, spotting rows of houses in the distance, their windows dark and lifeless, suggesting abandonment. How am I supposed to find Mu Yang High School? he wondered, the driver's odd behavior—discarding the mat, avoiding cash—gnawing at him. Does he think I'm cursed? The black phone's hum vibrated faintly, Zhang Ya's crimson allure pulsing, her "Yours forever" vow a reminder that the mission's dangers were closing in, and Fan Yu's black-and-red drawings might be his only guide through the night's terrors, where survival could hinge on confronting the school's haunted legacy.