Takeshi didn't know who he was fucking anymore.
That was the scariest part.
And the hottest.
---
It started slow.
Reina stayed close after the possession. She claimed it was for "monitoring," but she slept in his bed, bathed in his tub, and walked around in nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts — no bra, no panties. Her curves were always visible, nipples poking through cotton, ass swaying, hips brushing his lap on "accident."
She claimed Mizuki was sealed.
But Takeshi wasn't stupid.
> "She's still in there. And she's touching herself with my hands," Reina admitted one night, cheeks red, thighs pressed together on the couch.
---
That night, Takeshi was half-asleep when he felt a hand wrap around his cock.
Warm. Soft. Slow strokes.
He opened his eyes.
Reina straddled him — naked — eyes glowing slightly in the dark.
Her voice?
Not Reina's.
> "Miss me?"
Mizuki.
---
Her hips lowered, and she impaled herself on his rock-hard cock with one hungry squish.
"AHHH~ You're even harder than before~!"
She bounced instantly — no warm-up, no teasing — just full wet slaps, her tits jiggling wildly, her soaked cunt milking him with eager, ghost-trained muscles.
"Been dreaming about this~ riding this cock again~ it's still mine~!"
Takeshi grunted. "Y-you're not even Reina right now—!"
She leaned down and whispered, "We're both here."
---
Suddenly her expression changed.
Eyes fluttered.
Breath hitched.
She sat up — shoulders shaking.
"I-I didn't let her—wait—Takeshi, it's me—!" Reina's voice.
He blinked. "Reina?!"
She looked horrified, realizing she was already mid-bounce, with his cock buried inside her.
"Oh my god—s-she used my body again—!!"
She tried to pull off.
Mizuki's voice cut in — from the same mouth.
"No. Stay."
Reina gasped — and started moving again, her own hands grabbing her tits.
"N-no—my body's not—why does it feel so—AAHHH~!!"
---
They started switching mid-thrusts.
Mizuki's moans were filthy, dark, twisted.
Reina's were desperate, high-pitched, shame-filled.
Every few seconds, a different voice came from the same pair of lips, the same body.
> "Breed me~!"
"Don't cum in me—please—"
"Faster, husband~"
"S-slow down—fuck, I'm gonna—!"
Takeshi couldn't take it.
The way their pussy clenched — first like a hungry ghost womb, then like a scared shrine maiden — made his brain short-circuit.
---
He grabbed her hips and fucked upward, pounding into Reina's possessed cunt with raw hunger.
Reina cried out, her fingers digging into his chest.
"N-not like this—she'll take over—!"
Mizuki laughed through her voice. "I already have~!"
She slammed down — and Takeshi exploded.
Another thick creampie.
Reina's back arched as Mizuki made her moan, belly twitching from the load dumped into her possessed womb.
---
Reina collapsed on top of him.
Breathing hard.
Her own voice again.
"…She didn't even warn me."
---
The next morning, Reina tried to act like nothing happened.
But Mizuki whispered from her mouth at breakfast.
> "I want more tonight~"
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They couldn't stop.
Every night.
Sometimes Reina started it.
Sometimes Mizuki.
Sometimes both at once — one crying, one begging, one laughing — all from the same soaked, addicted body.
Takeshi gave up resisting.
He belonged to both of them now.