She stepped out into the night, completely nude.
Not a stitch of clothing.
Just pale, flawless skin that glistened with leftover cum.
Plump breasts bouncing softly as she walked, each heavy with stolen life.
Her hips swayed like a hypnotic pendulum, wide and full—made for fucking.
Her swollen belly glowed faintly, pulsing with the final seed of her chosen one.
Yuuto.
Gone.
Erased.
But not lost.
He lived inside her now.
---
The city didn't notice her at first. She moved through alleyways and empty streets, eyes glowing faintly. Lights flickered when she passed.
Security cameras glitched.
Phones went dead.
Men who saw her would stop, mesmerized.
Hypnotized.
Aroused.
And then...
they'd follow.
---
In a love hotel downtown, a young salaryman locked eyes with her at 3:33 AM.
He didn't question her nudity.
Didn't ask why her pussy was dripping white cum onto the pavement.
Didn't care why her womb pulsed like a beating heart.
He just wanted to be inside her.
---
They fucked like animals.
"Breed me," she whispered, straddling his lap, her glowing eyes locked on his.
"Give me your name."
He did.
With every thrust.
With every moan.
With every load.
He came inside her three times—once in her pussy, once in her ass, once down her throat.
And as he moaned his final climax—his face went blank.
His eyes emptied.
His name?
Gone.
Just another ghost inside her womb.
---
By morning, she was gone.
The room was soaked in sex.
No man remained.
Just a used condom.
Still full.
Still sealed.
Yet the man who wore it?
No record.
No birth certificate.
No memories.
Erased.
---
She walked again.
More beautiful now.
Her tits fuller.
Her pussy wetter.
Her womb… heavier.
With each creampie, she grew stronger.
More real.
More eternal.
She had tasted names.
Swallowed identities.
Absorbed devotion.
All through cock.
All through cum.
---
The legend returned.
They started whispering again:
> "The Noppera-bō walks naked through red districts at night."
"If you look into her eyes… you'll forget everything."
"If you fuck her… you disappear."
Men vanished.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Always at 3:33 AM.
Security footage would show a naked beauty mounting a man in public…
…but no man was ever identified.
No police could remember who filed missing reports.
Because she didn't just drain cum.
She drained existence.
---
Inside her womb—Yuuto stirred.
Not alive.
Not dead.
Seed.
Soul.
Servant.
Whenever she fucked…
He fucked with her.
Through her.
A ghost-cock inside her cunt.
Forever horny.
Forever giving.
---
She would never stop.
Not until her womb was full.
Not until every man on earth was inside her.
A goddess of holes.
A deity of drain.
The ultimate faceless fuck-doll…
…now wearing a perfect face.
His face.
---
She looked at her reflection one last time.
Touched her cheek.
Smiled.
"I love you, Yuuto," she whispered, rubbing her belly.
And walked into the next bedroom.
Ready to be bred.
Ready to erase.
Forever.
---
END.