Riku stumbled down the sidewalk, sweating bullets.
His cock was throbbing, his balls already churning — and all of it was because he could feel her. That cursed, cock-drunk ghost bitch had somehow followed him, even though he'd left her lying in a puddle of his cum back in bed.
She was here.
Invisible.
But her mouth was definitely wrapped around his dick — sucking, slurping, and gagging like she was deep-throating him under his pants.
> "Shit—she's really doing this outside—? Fucking hell…"
He looked around. People passed him on the street, completely unaware that his cock was being swallowed raw by a pale, cum-obsessed funeral slut with no gag reflex.
He bit his lip.
Her cold tongue swirled around his shaft, teasing his slit.
His knees buckled as she buried his dick deeper into that goddamn ghost throat.
> "Ahh—fuck… you little freak, you're gonna make me bust in public!"
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The Bus Stop Bust
He tried to sit at a nearby bench to breathe, but that only made it worse. The second he sat down, he felt her climb into his lap, unseen, her cold thighs straddling him as her invisible pussy lined up with his rock-hard shaft.
> "No. No. You better fucking not—"
Too late.
He felt it.
That wet, tight, sloppy hole drop right onto his dick, swallowing it whole like her pussy had missed it for centuries.
> "FUUUCK—!"
He clutched the edge of the bench as her ghost cunt bounced up and down on his cock, his pants barely hiding the movement. His hips bucked. Her slickness oozed through the fabric. And all the while, people walked by — none the wiser that a cum-hungry specter was riding him raw like a fuck machine.
> "This is so fucking wrong…"
> "But your pussy feels so damn good—!"
He tried to hold it back, but she clenched down hard — her ghost pussy spasming around him like it was sucking the cum out by force.
He came.
Hard.
Right there in public, he nutted inside her like a fucking beast, gritting his teeth as his cock jerked violently in her cursed cunt.
She moaned — only for him to hear.
And then vanished.
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Grocery Store Grinding
By the time he reached the store, Riku could barely walk straight.
His balls were sore. His cock was twitching. And every time he bent down to grab an item, he felt ghost hands groping him from behind.
> "Fuck—she's still here?"
She wasn't just watching anymore.
She was playing.
While he tried to pick up milk, she grabbed his cock.
When he reached for ramen, she kissed his neck.
And when he bent to grab toilet paper, she pushed him against the shelf and started grinding her invisible pussy on his ass like a damn nympho banshee.
> "Stop. Stop it. This is not the place—"
He turned a corner into an empty aisle, only for her to drop to her knees, unzip his fly, and suck his cock in broad daylight.
> "GLRK—GLRK—SLRPPP—MMFFHH—"
Her throat was sucking him like a damn Hoover, her mouth slurping his cock with obscene, desperate hunger. Riku gripped the shelf, sweat pouring down his back as she deep-throated him in the fucking canned food aisle.
> "I can't… I can't stop cumming with you, you crazy ghost slut—"
She swallowed his load with a satisfied slurp, licked him clean, then vanished again — leaving his knees weak, balls emptied, and mind fucked beyond reason.
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She's Always Watching
When Riku finally got home, he dropped the grocery bags and collapsed on the floor.
She appeared in front of him seconds later.
Naked. Dripping. Glowing faintly with ghost heat.
She crawled into his lap, her tits pressing against his chest, and kissed him — slow, messy, needy.
Then she whispered.
Her voice — soft, hoarse, trembling with obsession:
> "Don't… leave… me…"
Riku stared at her.
> "You're not just cursed anymore…"
> "You're mine."