Riku lay on the bed, shirt halfway off, sweat cooling on his chest. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and something else—something older, heavier.
The curse.
It lingered like heat rising off her skin.
Yurei sat on his lap, straddling him with trembling thighs. Her pale body was flushed for the first time. Her eyes—usually empty—held a strange flicker. Not light. Not emotion. Just… something awake.
Her fingers brushed along his chest, ghost-light soft. She didn't speak, but her breath hitched when his hands found her hips again.
> "You haven't had enough," Riku said, voice low. "Even after I filled you three times."
She blinked. Her body leaned forward. Her lips brushed his ear. A whisper escaped, barely audible.
> "Still empty…"
That was all it took.
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Need, Not Words
Riku grabbed her waist and guided her back onto his cock—slow, careful, but firm. Her body welcomed him like she was made to take it, her slick folds spreading around him with a wet squeeze that made them both gasp.
Her head fell forward.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He began to move—deep, slow strokes that forced her to feel every inch. No pounding. No choking. Just raw closeness. The kind that made her body twitch and moan without even thinking.
> "You feel that?" he whispered. "That's mine, deep inside you."
She nodded slowly, hips beginning to move on their own. Her rhythm matched his perfectly, like her body had learned the shape of him.
Every motion left her leaking more.
The bed creaked. Her thighs trembled.
She was getting wetter by the second—soaked, messy, hot despite her ghostly skin.
> "You don't want release," Riku said, teeth grazing her neck. "You want to be ruined. Over and over."
Her answer came in the way her body clenched around him, tight and needy, her breath shivering against his jaw.
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The Slow Break
Riku sat up fully, wrapping his arms around her back. She gasped as he shifted the angle, his cock pressing deeper, hitting something inside her that made her legs stiffen.
> "There it is…" he whispered. "That spot that makes you lose control."
She moaned.
Not a ghostly echo.
Not a whisper.
A real, trembling moan.
He kissed her lips—soft, full, lingering—and kept thrusting, grinding into her, filling her again and again. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth open, body trembling like she couldn't hold on.
> "You're getting warmer," he murmured. "You're not just haunting me anymore…"
> "You're alive when I'm inside you."
Her arms wrapped around his neck. Tight. Like she didn't want to ever let go. Her breath caught in her throat as her whole body began to shake.
> "Don't stop," she finally whispered. "I want to feel you… break me…"
Riku groaned against her throat and held her hips down hard.
He came.
Spilling into her again—hot, thick, deep.
And this time…
She didn't move.
She just took it all. Let it stay inside.
Her body shivered, and she collapsed onto him, face buried against his neck, breath hot and shallow.
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Marked Again
After a moment, Riku felt it. That cold tingle on his skin.
He turned his head slightly, looking into the mirror beside the bed.
There—on her pale stomach—was a faint red glow. A mark. His mark.
And on his chest, just over his heart… another.
Smaller. But pulsing with the same cursed warmth.
She had marked him again.
> "Still think I'm dying from this?" he muttered.
Yurei didn't answer.
But her hand slid down, fingers trailing over his chest.
Then lower.
Reaching for him again.