Riku had a thought that morning.
A wicked, perverted, dangerous thought.
What would happen if he didn't fuck her?
If he denied her cock — no kisses, no throat-fucking, no pussy-pounding?
What if he just… ignored her?
After all, she'd been clinging to him like a dog in heat, moaning for his cum, creaming on his dick just from grinding. If she really was addicted, then what would happen when her body didn't get the dose it needed?
> "Let's find out what you really are, ghost bitch…"
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Hour 1: Starved
Yurei showed up like usual — naked, pale, her thighs still sticky from the night before, her mouth open and waiting.
But Riku didn't touch her.
Didn't even look at her.
He got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, and started making eggs.
She followed him.
Crawling. Slowly. Like a dog. Her eyes locked on his cock, her fingers twitching as her thighs rubbed together.
> "Nope. Not today," he muttered. "You're not getting a single drop of cum."
Yurei froze mid-crawl.
Her eyes flickered. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. She knelt there, confused… like her entire existence had just lost meaning.
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Hour 4: Leaking
By midday, Riku was reading on the couch.
Yurei was lying on the floor nearby — legs spread, pussy glistening, hips twitching.
She was soaked. Her thighs were drenched in slick. Her breath had gone shallow. Her eyes were wide and dazed, and her fingers were now between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow, desperate circles.
> "Mmmnn… nghh… ahhh…"
She was moaning now — not cute little gasps, but needy, broken cries. Her body was burning up, her pale skin now blushed and flushed. Her pussy lips were drooling, slick gushing every time she rubbed herself.
And yet, no matter how much she fingered that messy hole — it didn't work.
She needed his cock.
Only his.
> "Fuck… this is better than I thought," Riku said, rubbing his stiffening bulge. "You're breaking without my dick, aren't you?"
Her body jerked.
She turned toward him and crawled again — this time faster. Her tongue slipped out. Her breath came in hot, rapid pants.
> "Pl-please… nghhh…"
That word — soft, trembling, almost human.
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Hour 6: Feral
By the evening, Yurei had completely snapped.
She crawled into his lap, grinding her soaked cunt against his jeans like a bitch in heat. Her moans turned to whines — soft, pathetic whimpers as she dry-humped him like a lost puppy.
> "Nnnnhh—dick… please… cock—cum…"
She was begging.
Real, actual words.
Slurred, broken, but undeniably desperate.
Her body had become an oven — hot, sweaty, twitching. Her nipples were so stiff they looked painful. Her pussy was gushing nonstop, leaking down her thighs and onto the floor.
> "You're a mess," Riku whispered, lifting her chin. "You look like you're about to melt…"
> "I-I need… you…"
That was all he needed to hear.
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The Breeding Fuck
He ripped her off his lap, threw her on the bed, and shoved his cock in raw.
Yurei screamed — a full-throated cry of relief as her soaking cunt swallowed him like it was starving. Her legs wrapped around him, locking in place. Her nails raked his back. Her hips thrusted up into his, desperate to keep him buried.
> "Ohhh—yes—YES—fuck me—more—more!"
She was moaning now. Shouting. Babbling.
He fucked her hard, hips crashing into hers, the bed creaking as her pussy clung to his cock like it was her final salvation.
> "Take it. Take all that fucking dick. You needed this, huh? Ghost slut couldn't last a damn day without cock."
> "Nnghh—yes—breed me—break me—fill me—haaahh!!"
Her cunt convulsed again — squirting hard as her climax hit, her whole body locking up. Her eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped.
And Riku came, pumping load after thick load into her dripping womb, flooding her guts with so much cum that it spilled back out immediately.
She collapsed. Limp. Spasming.
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Aftermath
Yurei didn't speak again that night.
She just clung to his chest, still twitching, with his cum leaking out of every hole. Her breath was shallow, broken, needy.
Her arms refused to let go.
> "You're mine now," Riku whispered, stroking her hair. "Not the curse's. Not death's. Mine."
She nodded.
Eyes half-closed.
Possessed by cock.
Claimed by heat.
And bound forever.