Why am I not surprised?
Of course, Lilith would pull a stunt like this. She always had a twisted sense of humor. I kept those memories and didn't filter them out, so I recall that she loved pranking me with those horror moves.
One time, she shifted her body matching that ghost and burst out from the toilet just to scare me while I was shitting!
And now she's sicced this on me.
The same ghost girl.
Except the "well" was my pussy.
This had her signature all over it.
"You think this is funny, huh? I'm gonna strangle you the next time I see you, Lilith!"
"Mother… what… what is that?" Lilis shrieked, still sprawled on the floor, her wings trembling as she pointed at the figure emerging from between my thighs. Her emerald eyes were wide with terror, her tail curled around her leg like it was trying to hide.
"It... It's creepy as fuck! Make it stop!"
"Calm your tits, Lilis," I snapped, though my own heart was pounding like a damn drum. I could feel the ghost girl's body sliding out of me, slick and cold, her presence sending shivers up my spine that had nothing to do with pleasure this time. "It's just… ngh… my new kid, ugh... your new sister."
"I think. Lilith's idea of a fucking joke."
The ghost girl tilted her head with a crack so sharp it made the room go silent.
Her hair parted just enough for one glowing, milky-white eye to peek through.
It stared.
Right into me.
"!!!" Shivers tore down my spine. My pussy clenched involuntarily around her narrow waist, still stuck inside me, and I let out a moan I would absolutely not be taking responsibility for later.
"Ngh... fuck... don't look at me like that," I panted, squeezing the chair as another contraction hit hard. "If you want out so badly, then... push yourself out properly!"
As if she understood me, the ghost girl pulled harder—arms braced around my ankles, her body dragging its way free. I pushed, and she pushed, her powerful grip and will pulling her out of me.
Her long, sodden black hair clung to her face and shoulders like she'd just crawled out of a cursed well. Her white nightgown was drenched, translucent, and sticking to her slender, ethereal body, outlining every curve of her small breasts and the subtle flare of her hips.
"Oh fuck… she's so cold inside me…" I hissed, my whole body arching as the sensation shot straight through my core. "It's like giving birth to a snowstorm... ngh... ah...!"
"M-Mommy…" Lilis squeaked, voice trembling. She pointed at the ghost girl, who was about to slide completely out of me, head tilted, hair dripping, eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. "I... I don't think she likes me."
"No shit she doesn't like you!" I snapped, then gasped as another push forced more of the girl out. "She probably doesn't like anyone! Her whole aesthetic is 'I crawl out at 3 AM and ruin your life'!"
The ghost girl let out a moan that had my pussy clenching so fucking hard it hurt. The sound was wet, feminine, and utterly inhuman, like a chorus of drowned women crying for salvation.
"Ah... oh, shit, right there...!" I groaned, pushing hard. The ghost girl emerged fully, her body slipping free of my womb, slick and cold and... oh gods, she was dripping.
She tried to stand up, her movements were jerky, unnatural, like something straight out of a nightmare. She looked like she was half dead but just a step away from a full-blown resurrection.
I wasn't sure how much I could handle this one.
"..."
'Oh well... there is nothing that a good fuck can't fix.'
"Mo…ther…" She spoke, her voice was a low, raspy hiss, echoing as if it came from the bottom of a well. Her head tilted at a fucked-up angle, cracking audibly as she kept staring at me.
"KYAAAAHHH!"
Lilis screamed again, scrambling away like a crab that had just seen a fucking spider. Her wings flailed wildly as she tumbled over herself to get away from the ghost girl.
"Uh… hi?" I managed, ignoring the cowardly succubus, my voice a mix of irritation and unease. My pussy was still throbbing from the birth, but the cold aura radiating off this girl was enough to kill any lingering heat. "You're my new floor manager, I take it?"
"..."
The ghost girl didn't say anything; she simply kept staring at me with those 'empty' black eyes.
The silence was suffocating, until...
"Siiighhh!" She let out a long sigh like she was some kind of labor slave who just finished a shift.
"I hate my life."
"Eh?"
That single, pathetic syllable was all I managed before the ghost girl turned around and started walking away.
"E-Excuse me?" I sputtered, but she just kept walking away, her soaked white gown clinging to her every curve. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To kill myself." The ghost girl sighed again, but it was no longer that long, tired sound. Now it sounded... excited?
"W–WHOA, whoa, whoa!" I slapped my hands on the chair, nearly slipping off it as my still-fucking-throbbing pussy clenched in alarm. "Hold the fuck up! Why do you want to die so badly?"
The ghost girl didn't even look at me.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't slow down.
She just glided toward the nearest wall like a depressed ice cube in a wet nightgown.
"I am… tired… of existing… I will end… my pain…" she said, her voice weak, like she was having a hard time breathing. She raised a hand, and a rope suddenly materialized, then she began tying it around her neck.
"Hey! What existing are you talking about?" I shouted, trying to push myself up. "You're like... one minute old!"
"One minute... was enough... to ponder on the meaning... of existence... and realizing that... life has no meaning."
"..."
'What the fuck is this?' I thought to myself as I watched this ghost girl literally trying to hang herself.
"Oh, fuck, wait! I'm not done with you!"
But it was too late.
She had already hung herself with her own robe and was already swaying back and forth like a flaccid cock after an all-night out.
"..."
Unfortunately for her, death didn't knock on her door.
"Mother..." she said with an empty smile, still hanging on the wall. "Could you please... set me on... fire?"
"Set you on fire?" I repeated slowly, blinking at her like she'd just asked to kill one of my own kids... Wait! This is exactly what she asked for!
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes..." The ghost girl nodded. Or—well—her head swung forward and back on the rope like a goddamn pendulum. "Please… Mother… I crave… the sweet death... Burn me… end… my torment…"
"Sweet death?!" Lilis squeaked from behind a chair, only her horns and the tips of her ears sticking out. "You literally JUST got born!"
"I know…" the ghost girl whispered, voice echoing like she was talking from under ten meters of water. "Every… moment… is agony…"
"Oh great," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "I finally give birth to someone who isn't horny, and she turns out to be suicidal."
"HEY!" Lilis yelped. "I wasn't horny when I was born!"
"You literally latched onto my nipple before you even opened your eyes," I pointed out, "and then we fucked after it."
"That was instinct!"
"So you weren't horny?"
"It was—" Lilis didn't have a rebuttal. "Mother!! Don't say it like that!!"
While we bickered, the ghost girl called to another rope from the floor that wrapped around her feet like a snake, pulling her downward while the other one was pulling her upward by the neck.
'Shit... she's trying to split herself in two.'
"Oh, for fuck's sake... Lilis! Stop her!"
"NO! Why me?!" Lilis cried from behind a chair she'd barricaded herself behind. "Saving a suicidal person! That sounds like such a bad idea! You do it! She's your kid!"
"SHE'S YOUR SISTER!"
"She's horrifying!!"
"LILIS!" I shouted, shooting my cum-sucking daughter a glare so lethal her wings fluttered and she scrambled to hide behind her chair.
"FINE! But if she kills me, I'm haunting you!"
Lilis scrambled out from behind the chair like a terrified, feathered cockroach and skidded across the floor toward the ghost girl.
"S-STOP!" she yelped, grabbing the girl's cold arm.
Crack.
The ghost girl's neck twisted 180 degrees to stare at her.
Instead of screaming…
"I'm sorry for being born."
Lilis suddenly collapsed on the floor into a pathetic puddle of wings, tears, and self-loathing.
"..."
"What the actual fuck is going on here?" I growled, unable to take it anymore. I stood up and went straight to where my two girls were. I wanted to remove the rope from the ghost girl's neck and feet.
She cannot die while inside the nightmare tower; she's bound to it.
However, the moment my skin made contact with hers—
"!!!" A dreadful wave of negative energy struck me like a fist, and before I knew it—
Thud!
I dropped to the floor next to Lilis, crying.
"I... I wish I were born as a cockroach."