Takeshi barely slept.
Not because Mizuki showed up again.
But because she didn't.
And that terrified him even more.
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He sat on the porch the next morning, shirtless, staring out into the fog-soaked woods behind his cousin's house. Crickets chirped. The shrine bells tinkled softly in the wind.
His cock still ached from last night's bathhouse encounter. It was sore—not just from cumming so hard, but from how her ghost hands stroked him, milked him, drained him like she was extracting more than just semen.
He rubbed his face and muttered, "There's no way she's actually pregnant…"
Was that even possible? Could ghosts get knocked up?
What would that even look like? A floating baby with his eyes and her creepy moans?
He shook his head.
Then he heard it.
The softest voice, floating through the morning mist:
> "You're avoiding me again."
He froze.
A breeze swept past. The air turned cold.
Then he saw her.
Standing beneath the shrine gate, completely naked, her long black hair dancing in the wind, water dripping from her thighs onto the grass.
Her belly was slightly rounded.
Not huge—but different.
"Mizuki…?" he whispered.
She didn't move.
Just stared at him with half-lidded eyes and a small, almost shy smile.
"You've filled me four times," she whispered. "I think it's starting…"
---
He followed her without thinking.
Back through the trees.
Past the shrine.
To the well.
The same place where it all began.
She climbed the mossy stone edge and sat down, legs open, her glistening pussy already leaking ghost moisture. Her belly shimmered slightly in the sunlight, like a mirage.
She cupped it softly.
"Something's growing inside me," she said. "I can feel it. It's warm."
Takeshi stepped forward, hands shaking. "That… can't be real."
She tilted her head. "You don't believe in what you've done?"
He said nothing.
She slid her hand between her thighs and spread herself with two fingers.
"I need more."
---
He didn't fight her this time.
He dropped his pants and stepped between her legs.
Her pussy was already sopping wet, practically begging to be stretched again.
She moaned the second his cock touched her entrance. "Ahh… yes… slide it in… give me more…"
He pushed in.
So warm. So tight. So fucked-up perfect.
Her moans echoed across the trees as he bottomed out inside her.
"Yesss~ fuck me right on the well~ fill me again~ breed your spirit wife~!"
He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, fucking her fast, their bodies slapping wet against each other. Her tits bounced wildly, her hands clawing at his back, her breath coming in frantic gasps.
His cock slammed deep inside her, stirring her guts like he was trying to force that ghost baby to grow faster.
"You're clenching—fuck—you feel tighter than ever—!"
"I'm ovulating," she moaned, eyes rolling back. "I want twins this time~!"
Takeshi lost it.
His thrusts got rough. Aggressive. Possessive.
He didn't care if birds heard them. If the shrine bell rang. If a priest walked by.
He just wanted to breed this ghost until she screamed.
---
She came hard, body shaking, moaning like she was climaxing for the first time in centuries.
"Ahh—Takeshi—YES—flood my womb again—"
He slammed in one last time.
And unloaded.
His cock pulsed and sprayed a massive load deep into her pussy, filling her again and again until thick white cum gushed out and dripped down the edge of the well.
Mizuki's mouth hung open.
Her eyes glowed faintly.
Her belly pulsed.
"I can feel it… ahhh~ it's growing…"
---
They collapsed together on the grass, panting.
She nuzzled into his chest like a real woman.
Soft.
Warm.
Wet.
"I want to stay with you forever," she whispered.
He didn't answer.
Because for the first time… he didn't know if he wanted her to leave.