Riku stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection with bloodshot eyes, sore legs, and a dick that refused to go soft.
He looked like shit.
And he'd never been hornier in his life.
His cock was still half-hard — even after getting his balls drained at least eight times that day alone by a pale, soulless ghost MILF who never spoke, never rested, and never stopped fucking. Her body was ice-cold but slick and tight like a virgin succubus had crawled out of his hentai folder and latched onto his dick for eternity.
> "This bitch isn't gonna stop until I drop dead."
He muttered those words aloud, not out of fear, but determination. She wasn't just draining his soul anymore. She was rewriting his body. Every hole she offered, every cumshot she swallowed, every thrust he delivered into her cold, wet pussy made her want more. Made her better at taking it. He had no choice.
> "If I'm gonna survive this… I need to train."
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Ghost Cocksucker Bootcamp
He started the next morning with a new ritual.
Water. Protein. Supplements. No fapping outside of ghost hours.
He stretched his hips, did squats with a weight vest, and even started watching stamina control tutorials on porn sites — edging methods, tantric breathing, cock flex drills.
> "You want to fuck all day? Fine. Let's see if you can handle a cock trained to breed gods."
And there she was — already naked and waiting on the couch.
Same emotionless stare. Same drooling cunt. Same damn funeral kimono crumpled on the floor like she'd never needed it.
The moment he walked past her, she got on her knees.
Her mouth opened wide again — no hesitation.
She didn't even look at his face. Just zeroed in on his cock like it was her religion.
> "You don't even give me a break anymore, huh?"
Her tongue slid across his shaft, then slithered down to lap at his balls. She sucked them into her cold mouth one at a time, noisily, sloppily, while her pale hands stroked his length with practiced devotion.
> SCHLURPP—GLRK—SLK SLK—POP—
She wasn't just sucking his dick.
She was devouring it, like she was trying to drink the very essence of life from inside his cock.
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Breaking the Silence with Moans
Riku didn't just fuck her that day — he used her. He bent her over the kitchen table and pounded her tight little ghost pussy until she squirted icy slickness down his thighs. He slammed her against the wall and pumped her asshole full of hot cum until she trembled. He face-fucked her so deep her chin touched his balls every time.
Her face was still blank.
But her body was reacting now.
She twitched. She spasmed. Her toes curled. Her thighs clenched around his hips when he came inside. And during the final session of the night — while he was jackhammering her pussy in mating press, stuffing her womb with load after load — she let out the tiniest sound.
A breath. Not a word. Not a scream.
Just a soft, broken:
> "Hhh…"
Riku froze.
> "Was that a moan?"
"You felt that, didn't you?"
No answer. She blinked once, her tits jiggling as he resumed thrusting, cock buried deep in her soaked cunt.
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Day Turns Into Lust
There was no break anymore between night and day.
Yurei — the name Riku had given her — followed him from the bed, to the shower, to the kitchen, to the floor.
She fucked him while he was brushing his teeth.
She blew him while he scrolled hentai.
She rode his cock while he half-slept on the couch, dripping with his previous load and grinding back like a machine.
And no matter how much cum he dumped inside her, she always wanted more.
She didn't talk. She didn't stop.
But she was changing.
Her pussy felt warmer. Her throat sucked harder. Her asshole twitched when he grabbed her hips. Her movements were still robotic — but she was adapting. Learning his rhythm. Anticipating his thrusts.
> "You're addicted now, aren't you?"
"You're my ghost slut. Say it."
Still no words.
But her legs wrapped tighter around his waist that night when he whispered it into her ear. Her dead eyes fluttered. Her pussy squeezed his cock like it was begging for another load.
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The Curse Evolves
That night, after fucking her until she passed out on top of him — mouth full of his cock, throat bulging, thighs leaking cum — Riku lay there wide-eyed, heart pounding.
He wasn't afraid anymore.
He was hooked.
> "You're not going to stop… and neither am I."
He wasn't just fighting the curse anymore.
He was fucking it into submission.
Training to dominate the ghost that came to drain him dry.
And somewhere deep inside her cold, cursed body…
Something was waking up.