Takeshi woke up soaked.
Not in sweat—wet, like he'd slept under a goddamn faucet. His futon was damp, the pillow clung to his cheek, and his boxers stuck to his skin. He sat up, heart pounding.
The CRT TV in the corner was off.
His cock twitched under the blanket, still slightly hard from last night's insanity.
"Holy shit… that wasn't a dream."
He touched his chest, remembering how her soaked tits had pressed against him. Remembering how her icy pussy had wrapped around his cock and milked the cum out of his balls like she was starving.
Mizuki.
Her name rang in his head like a bell, soft and whispery.
Takeshi looked down.
His cock was still glistening with something wet… but it didn't smell like sweat. It was her.
"I actually fucked a ghost…"
The thought made his dick twitch again.
---
Later that morning, Kenta barged in without knocking.
"You look like shit."
"Thanks," Takeshi muttered, pulling on a hoodie.
Kenta sniffed the air. "Why's it smell like wet ass in here?"
Takeshi didn't answer. He just stared at the dark spot on the floor near the TV. The same one where Mizuki had crawled out.
"You did it, didn't you?" Kenta grinned. "Dropped the porn disc."
Takeshi gave him a look. "Did you know she's fucking real?"
Kenta blinked. "Wait, seriously?"
"I'm not even joking. She climbed out of the TV, naked, dripping wet, and—" Takeshi cut himself off.
"—And what?"
"Never mind."
Kenta smirked. "You nutted, didn't you?"
Takeshi shoved him out the door.
---
By afternoon, the incident started to feel like a weird dream again. Takeshi took a cold shower, did push-ups, and tried not to think about her—but his cock throbbed the moment he touched it.
Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the feeling of her tight, soaked pussy clenching down on him like she was trying to suck the cum straight from his soul.
He didn't masturbate. He was too scared she'd show up again.
But that night… she came anyway.
---
The bathroom light flickered.
Takeshi had just finished brushing his teeth when the mirror fogged over—without any steam.
He blinked.
And then her reflection appeared.
Mizuki stood behind him, naked, soaked, hair clinging to her chest like dark seaweed.
"Miss me?" she whispered, her breath icy against his neck.
Takeshi jumped back. "Jesus fuck!"
She stepped out from the mirror—not crawling, just walking now.
Her body was somehow more solid than before. Her tits jiggled as she moved, droplets trailing down her curves. Her pussy glistened between her pale thighs, already dripping.
She smiled at him.
"You didn't cum today," she said sweetly, tilting her head. "I don't like being ignored."
Takeshi backed up into the wall, heart hammering. "Listen, last night was insane. I didn't even know if you were real—"
She pressed a cold finger to his lips.
"You creampied me, Takeshi."
He swallowed.
"I'm yours now."
---
She shoved him into the bathtub—fully clothed—and climbed in after him.
Water spilled over the sides as her naked body pressed into his hoodie, her soaked skin squishing against the fabric. Her hands tore his clothes off with ghostly strength.
"Hey—wait—fuck—!"
His pants were yanked down, and his half-hard cock sprung free, already throbbing.
She grinned and lowered herself between his legs.
"Let me taste it…"
Her cold, wet tongue slid across his shaft. He gasped, legs twitching. She sucked gently at first, lips wrapping around the head, drawing in just enough to make him moan.
Then she went deeper.
Her mouth stretched around him, wet, warm, and suctioning like a fucking vacuum.
"Oh, fuck…!"
He grabbed the sides of the tub as she bobbed her head, her hair sticking to his thighs, her hands squeezing his balls. She moaned around his cock, like she was trying to milk him with her throat alone.
Then she pulled off with a wet pop and straddled him.
Water sloshed everywhere.
Her pussy hovered over his cock, and she guided him in with slow, aching precision.
Squelch.
He slid inside, inch by inch, until her thighs touched his hips.
She let out a breathy moan. "So full…"
Takeshi grunted, gripping her waist. "You're soaked…"
"It's all for you."
She started riding.
Her hips rose and dropped, creating loud wet slaps as her pussy swallowed his cock over and over. Her tits bounced with each movement, nipples hard and dripping.
The water turned milky from their sex.
She moaned louder, losing rhythm, grinding down hard. "Cum for me again… I need it…"
Her pussy clamped around him like a velvet vice.
Takeshi was gasping. "I'm close…"
"Do it. Fill me up. Give me all your cum."
He groaned and grabbed her ass, slamming her down as he shot a thick load deep inside her soaked, icy cunt. Cum pumped into her womb in heavy, twitching bursts.
She gasped in bliss, grinding into him to milk every last drop.
They collapsed in the tub, water splashing over the edge.
She licked his ear.
"More tomorrow…"
Then she vanished, turning to mist in his arms.
---
He lay there, pantsless, soaked, cock twitching and sore.
The water in the tub was clear again. Silent.
No evidence.
Just the heavy ache in his balls and the dripping ghost cum on his thighs.