Riku didn't remember falling asleep.
He just remembered cumming buckets into a ghost's tight, cold pussy at least three times, passing out with his cock still buried in her creamy insides, and waking up to the wet sound of slurping coming from below his waist.
> SCHLRRPPP… SCHLK… GLRK—
His eyes snapped open.
There she was again.
The same pale-skinned ghost bitch.
Face blank, tits swinging under her torn kimono, mouth absolutely vacuuming the tip of his cock like she was sipping thick soup through a straw.
> "Holy fuck… you're still here?"
No answer.
Just her glossy lips wrapped around his dick again, cheeks hollowed, throat stretching to take the full twelve inches back in.
No blinking. No break.
Just constant sucking like it was her only reason to exist.
His cock twitched violently, but he forced it back.
> "You're a goddamn cum demon, aren't you?"
"Bet you drain dicks for breakfast."
She didn't stop.
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Blowjob Round Two
Her throat was still cold and impossibly tight, but now it felt more greedy. Like her body was adapting — getting used to his size. Her tongue licked around the base of his shaft every time she deepthroated him. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, and every time she pulled back, it was with a loud, squelching pop that left strings of spit from her lips to his cockhead.
> POP
"Fuuuckkk—"
He grabbed the back of her head again.
Thrusted deep into her mouth.
Harder than yesterday.
Balls slapping against her chin.
Throat bulging like she was swallowing a goddamn salami.
> "Yeah, take that cock, bitch."
"You gonna suck me to death? Try harder."
He could see her jaw stretching unnaturally.
Spit and precum drooled out the corners of her lips.
Her kimono hung open, tits jiggling softly with each throat-punching thrust.
Still no reaction.
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She Doesn't Leave
After nearly ten minutes of nonstop skullfucking, he yanked out of her throat, leaving a trail of spit hanging from her mouth to his cock.
He expected her to vanish.
Melt into the shadows.
Dissolve like a real ghost would.
She didn't.
She just blinked slowly… and bent over the bed, spreading her pale ass cheeks wide open, revealing a glistening pussy still soaked from yesterday's load — and a tight, untouched asshole twitching like it wanted attention.
> "You serious?"
"You want it in the back now?"
Still no answer.
Just silent, dead-eyed invitation.
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Ghost Anal
Riku got behind her, rubbed the tip against her puckered hole, and with zero prep, slowly shoved his cock in.
> "Nnngghh—shit, that ass is tight…"
She didn't flinch.
Didn't moan.
Her face rested on the mattress like a doll.
But her asshole clenched around his dick like it didn't want to let go.
> Squelch. Squelch. Squish.
He started pounding her ass — full strokes, full length. His cock gliding in and out of her backdoor like it belonged there.
Her pale skin jiggled with every thrust. Her kimono fell off completely now, leaving her naked and ghost-pale, dripping from every hole.
He leaned over her back, thrusting harder, whispering in her ear:
> "You're not going anywhere until I say you can leave."
"You're my personal fuck ghost now, got it?"
Still silent.
Still obedient.
Still taking it.
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The Possession Begins
He came inside her ass — thick, hot spurts that filled her cold guts like boiling milk. Her body twitched, just barely.
Her pussy leaked clear slick.
When he pulled out, she stayed where she was.
Ass raised. Cum dripping.
No signs of vanishing.
Hours passed.
And she never left.
She followed him to the bathroom — dropping to her knees while he brushed his teeth and trying to suck him again.
She followed him to the fridge — wrapping her arms around his waist and guiding his cock into her wet slit as he grabbed a drink.
> "You're not even pretending to be a ghost anymore, huh?"
"You're just my living sex doll now."
She straddled him on the couch while he watched hentai.
Rode his cock in reverse cowgirl while he scrolled the cursed thread again, looking for answers.
But no one else had survived clicking that red button.
Everyone died after the first nut.
> Only Riku still lived.
Barely.