Kaito thought it would get easier.
He thought it was a one-time thing—just a horny ghost, some freak supernatural sex, and done.
But since that second ride through Hachioji Tunnel, Reika's voice hadn't left his head.
Every time he closed his eyes, he could still feel her ghost pussy squeezing him, sucking him in like it had a mind of its own. He could hear the echo of her breathy moans—"Naka ni dasu no suki, right~?"
It wasn't just arousing.
It was addictive.
He hadn't even touched himself since the last time. Because now, when he tried to jerk off at home, nothing worked. Not porn, not dirty texts, not even full-on stroke sessions. His cock would twitch, get semi-hard, and then… go limp.
His dick only wanted Reika now.
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The next night, he gave up resisting.
Midnight.
He climbed into his little kei car and pulled onto the same winding mountain road. The tunnel loomed like an open mouth in the distance.
As he crossed the threshold, the air dropped ten degrees.
Lights flickered.
And then…
"Missed me, onii-san~?"
He didn't need to look.
She was already in the back seat.
---
Reika's presence was soft this time, girlfriend-like.
She leaned forward from behind, her arms wrapping around his chest, her bare breasts pressing against his back. Her nipples were hard. Wet. Leaking ghost sweat.
Her voice was sweet and low.
"You came just for me again… mm~ I'm so happy…"
Kaito parked the car.
His cock was already hard in his pants. It knew what was coming.
"Reika… you feel so real…" he whispered, shivering under her touch.
"That's because your cock wants me more than anything, doesn't it? Even more than living girls~?"
Her hand slid down his body, teasing past his stomach to cup his balls.
Warm. Familiar. Perfect.
He groaned as she unzipped him and freed his stiff ochinchin, already glistening with pre.
"Kimochi ii ne~? It's twitching just from hearing my voice~"
Her fingers stroked him slowly—barely touching—just enough to make him squirm.
Then she whispered near his ear:
"Let me ride you tonight… no hands. Just hips."
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He tilted the driver seat back as she climbed over him from behind.
For a second, she straddled him backward—reverse cowgirl—showing off her glowing pale ass as she positioned his cock right at her soaked slit.
The moment the tip touched her entrance, her hips sank.
SCHLUURP
Her pussy swallowed his entire length in one smooth motion.
"AAhh—f-fuck!!"
"Un~ I missed this twitching cock… so thick~"
She started moving—slowly at first, rotating her hips in grinding circles.
Her ass clapped down with each bounce, wet squelches filling the car.
Kaito's hands gripped her waist as she picked up speed.
Her voice changed—soft moans turned into needy cries.
"Aaah~ mmnn—more! Make me cum, too~!"
Her pale skin shimmered with sweat-like mist, and her pussy felt hotter than last time—almost alive. As if the tunnel fed her power.
Kaito could barely think. His mind was fogging again.
He let go of her waist and watched as she leaned forward—pressing her hands against the fogged windshield—grinding harder, faster.
Her ghostly reflection showed in the glass.
Golden eyes. Sweaty bangs. Tongue out. Moaning like a whore.
She looked so beautiful.
So unreal.
Kaito felt his balls clench.
"R-Reika—I'm gonna—!"
She looked back with glazed eyes.
"Do it. Pour it all in. I wanna feel you cum deep, onii-san~"
With one final slam—she buried his cock to the base.
"Naka ni dasu~!!"
Hot semen exploded inside her.
She screamed in pleasure, head thrown back, back arching as his cock throbbed again and again, filling her pussy with thick, ghost-sticky seed.
Spurt after spurt. Endless.
Kaito's vision flashed white. His body jerked.
It was the hardest orgasm of his life.
Reika trembled on top of him, moaning softly as her pussy twitched and leaked all over his thighs.
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For a few moments, it was just heavy breathing. Fogged windows.
The stench of sex filled the small car.
Then she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
"You came so much again… I think you really love me now, huh~?"
He couldn't speak. Just nodded, still twitching.
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But then—
He saw movement in the rear-view mirror.
A figure.
Another girl—watching. Silent. Still. In a soaked school uniform.
Eyes wide open.
She was standing just outside the car, staring directly at him.
Her skirt was torn. Her thighs were wet. Her eyes were dull.
But her lips moved.
Kaito couldn't hear the words.
But he could read her mouth.
"My turn next."