Chen Ge looked at the screen with superhuman focus. The wheel gradually slowed until the needle stopped at one of the results.
"Lucky Spin completed, congratulations for having won a Rare Special Item: Cursed Love Letter (Chance of Winning: 3/1000!)
"Her eyes exposed, cheeks white as ash, the moment she fell off the building, she became the taboo of the school. In red dancing shoes and a blood-dyed uniform, even her name became something that was only uttered in frantic whispers. People pretended that she didn't exist, until one day, someone started receiving her love letters again.
"Getting a Baleful Spirit on your first Lucky Spin, unlocked Rare Title: The Specters' Favored.
"The Specters' Favored: When you equip this title, there's a chance you might receive help from the specters."
Looking at the information on screen, Chen Ge felt like his head was spinning.Cursed Love Letter? A 3/1000 chance of winning it? The Specters' Favored? Before resolving the matter with the creature in the mirror, now I'm blessed with another one‽ I don't even know whether I should consider myself lucky or unlucky.
He regretted cursing himself before activating the lucky spin. Chen Ge, get a grip of yourself! This is not the worst yet; drawing a Baleful Specter doesn't mean it'll appear instantly. Perhaps there is still time to salvage this, maybe I should go light an incense at the nearby temple.
He pocketed his phone, and his fingers brushed up against something papery in his pocket. He lowered his head and was shocked to see a yellowed letter poking out of his pocket. With a bad feeling settling in his stomach, Chen Ge pulled out the letter carefully, and there was only a single, simple sentence written on it that was braided using hair: "I like you."
What the fuck! Please, tell me what you like about me, and I'll change from this moment on!
The handwriting on the paper had a nice curve to it; it would look quite nice if not for the fact that it was braided from hair.
Chen Ge stood in the West House, holding the letter in his hands. He mumbled to himself, "Who would have thought the first love letter I've ever received in my life would be something like this..."
"Boss! What are you grumbling to yourself in here?" Xiao Wan came in from behind him after she was done fixing all the stuff in the Main House.
"It's nothing; I'm just thinking. If someone knows his life will end soon, is it right for him to give up on materialistic pursuit to focus on leaving some good deeds in this world?" Chen Ge raised his head to look at Xiao Wan in dead man's make-up. "For example, to do his best to help produce the human race's next generation."
Chen Ge was obviously just rambling, but Xu Wan looked at him as if in deep thought, and her face turned serious with contemplation.
"Xiao Wan, don't tell me you're thinking about saying yes? Thanks, but I'm not ready yet. Then again, we've worked with each other for a long time already, and we do make a great team. I guess if you insist, I suppose I wouldn't have said no..." For some reason, Chen Ge felt weirdly nervous.
Xu Wan's lips curved into a faint, ethereal smile, the kind that looked too perfect for a living woman. Her pale skin glowed under the dim red lanterns of the ghost-marriage chamber, deathly makeup making her beauty almost uncanny.
"When I had nothing," she whispered, voice soft as funeral silk, "you gave me a place, boss. So tell me… what difference does it make if I say yes?"
She glided toward him, the heavy crimson wedding gown sweeping the floor like spilled blood. Long sleeves, high collar, floor-length skirt; nothing exposed but her slender neck and delicate wrists. Yet every step made the silk cling and release, outlining the lush swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the flare of her hips. A bride dressed for sacrifice.
Chen Ge sat on the edge of the bridal bed, heart hammering. The moment she was close enough, he lost the last of his restraint. He seized her waist, yanked her down across the red sheets, and rolled on top of her.
"Xiao Wan," he rasped, throat raw with weeks of pent-up hunger, "don't tease a single man like that unless you want him to take you seriously."
She started to answer; only a faint gasp escaped before his mouth crushed hers. He kissed her like a starving man, tongue forcing past her lips, devouring the cool sweetness inside. When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, her wedding gown was already half-unfastened and shoved beneath her hips like a surrender flag.
No bra. Only a whisper-thin gauze bodice, soaked through at the tips where her stiff nipples pressed against it. No panties either; just a scrap of black lace already dark and clinging between her thighs.
On the crimson sheets lay a tiny, corpse-pale girl, naked except for that obscene gauze and soaked lace, snow-white breasts heaving with every frightened, aroused breath.
Chen Ge's hands claimed them instantly; rough, greedy palms squeezing the soft weight he'd fantasized about for months. The flesh spilled between his fingers, springing back firm and warm despite her cold-looking skin. He rolled the gauze over her nipples, pinching until they stood like hard pink berries.
Xu Wan's cheeks flushed a feverish rose that even the mortuary makeup couldn't hide. Her eyes, lined in theatrical crimson, shimmered with something between surrender and adoration.
"Boss…" she whimpered, voice trembling, "more… don't be gentle…"
He wasn't planning to be.
Clothes hit the floor in a frantic rush. When he peeled the gauze away, her breasts barely shifted; perfect, gravity-defying halves, trembling with each ragged breath. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand tormented the other. She arched off the bed with a broken cry, fingers tangling in his hair.
He could feel her melting; thighs rubbing together, trying to ease the ache he hadn't touched yet.
Chen Ge dragged his mouth lower, over the frantic flutter of her ribcage, the quivering plane of her belly. When he reached the lace, it was drenched. He pressed two fingers against the soaked fabric and pushed it between her folds, forcing the lace to rub right against her clit.
Xu Wan jolted, a sharp, wet sound escaping her throat.
"Boss; ah; please…"
He hooked the lace aside instead of removing it, baring slick, flushed lips glistening under the red light. One thick finger slid inside her without warning; tight, scalding heat clamping around him instantly.
She was dripping for him already.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her open while his thumb circled her swollen clit through the ruined lace. Her hips bucked helplessly; little choked sobs spilling out every time he curled his fingers and stroked that spot inside that made her legs shake.
"Look at you," he growled against her throat, voice gravel and smoke. "My pale little bride, soaked and begging on our wedding bed."
Xu Wan's only answer was a desperate, keening moan as he ripped the lace away completely and lined himself up, hot and aching, at her entrance.
"Tell me again," he demanded, nudging just the head inside, teasing. "Tell me it doesn't make a difference."
Her nails dug into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist like crimson silk ropes.
"It makes every difference," she breathed, eyes glittering with tears and lust. "Take me, Chen Ge… make your ghost bride yours tonight."
Xu Wan's thighs trembled around Chen Ge's ears, her breath coming in broken little sobs.
"Arhh… ha… Chen Ge… hnnn…"
His tongue was buried deep inside her, thick and relentless, curling against places that made her spine arch off the red sheets. Every slow lick dragged another helpless gush of slick heat from her core; she could feel it sliding down her folds, coating his chin. She wanted more; needed him rougher, faster; but the last scrap of her shyness kept the words locked behind clenched teeth. Instead she rolled her hips, grinding her soaked pussy against his mouth in silent, desperate invitation.
Chen Ge understood perfectly.
He hooked his fingers in the ruined lace still clinging to one ankle and ripped it free. Before she could catch her breath, he pushed her knees to her chest, slung her slim legs over his shoulders, and opened her completely. The cool air hit her dripping entrance for only a second before his mouth sealed over it again.
"Ah—uuunnnh!"
His tongue plunged inside like he was starving, fucking her with it in long, filthy strokes. He swallowed every drop she gave him, groaning at the taste; sweet, faintly floral, impossibly addictive. Xu Wan's hands flew to his hair, thighs clamping around his head as her hips bucked wildly.
"I—I can't—ahh, it's too much… it's going to break—waaah—"
He sucked her clit hard, flicking it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue.
She shattered.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as her back bowed, pussy clenching hard around nothing. A fresh rush of slick flooded his mouth; he drank it greedily, lapping at her through every spasm until she collapsed, trembling and boneless.
Only then did he pull back. Her folds were flushed dark pink, glistening, parted slightly around the tiny entrance that kept fluttering with aftershocks. A few pale-gold curls clung wetly to her skin.
Chen Ge rose up on his knees, fisting his cock. He dragged the swollen head through her soaked slit, coating himself in her release, teasing the notch of her opening until she whimpered.
He leaned over her, crushing his mouth to hers so she could taste herself on his tongue. While she was distracted by the kiss, he started pushing in; slow, relentless, giving her just the head and retreating, again and again, until her nails were clawing at his back.
"Nnh… so big… so full…" she gasped against his lips, face burning crimson.
Every shallow thrust stretched her a little more, made her tighter, wetter. Her body was begging even if her voice couldn't yet.
Chen Ge kept it gentle for maybe ten strokes. Then Xu Wan broke.
"Please—please just come inside me… don't tease anymore… I want— I need—"
The plea snapped the last of his restraint.
He surged forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Her virgin barrier gave way with a faint sting; she cried out, neck arching, but the sound melted into a low, shuddering moan as he filled her completely.
Fuck, she was tight. Scorching hot, velvet walls gripping him like they were made for his cock alone. He could feel every ripple, every flutter as her body adjusted around the thick intrusion.
Chen Ge dropped his forehead to hers, panting. "Xiao Wan… does it hurt?"
She shook her head frantically, eyes glassy with tears and lust. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat; more, now.
He started to move.
Slow at first, savoring the drag of her slick heat along every inch of him. Then faster. Harder. The bridal bed creaked beneath them as he fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping against hers. Each thrust dragged a broken cry from her lips, her pale tits bouncing with the force.
Xu Wan's legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Her nails raked red lines down his shoulders.
"More," she sobbed, voice raw. "Chen Ge—harder—make me yours—"
He gave her everything she begged for and more, driving into her like he could brand himself inside her forever, the ghost-marriage chamber echoing with wet sounds and her breathless screams.
Chen Ge drove into her without mercy, thick cock splitting her tight, untouched pussy open again and again. Every brutal thrust dragged the swollen crown across her slick walls, veins pulsing against every sensitive fold until her juices spilled out in messy, glistening ropes, soaking the crimson wedding silk beneath them.
"Mm—ah—mm—!"
Xu Wan's moans were soft at first, then fractured into desperate little cries. Her head thrashed, black hair sticking to sweat-slick breasts and shoulders like spilled ink on snow. She looked ruined and perfect at once: pale skin flushed rose, wedding dress bunched around her waist, legs locked tight around his hips as if she'd die if he stopped.
Chen Ge was beyond lost. The sight of her (tiny, trembling, taking him like she was made for it) snapped the last thread of his control. He gripped her thighs, shoved them up and apart until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, and fucked her like he wanted to break the bed.
Slap—slap—slap—skin on skin, wet and obscene. Her pussy made filthy, squelching sounds every time he bottomed out, red folds clinging to his shaft on every withdrawal, blooming open again when he slammed back in.
Xu Wan couldn't think. Couldn't speak. All she could do was arch her hips to meet him, offering herself deeper, chasing the overwhelming pleasure that was quickly becoming pain and then pleasure again. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples hard and begging.
Chen Ge shifted, angling his hips. On the next stroke he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the fat head inside, then rammed forward so hard the ridge of his crown smashed directly against her swollen clit.
Xu Wan screamed.
"No—no more—can't—too much—!"
He did it again. And again. Forty, fifty punishing thrusts, each one grinding against that raw bundle of nerves until her voice cracked and her whole body seized.
Chen Ge felt it hit him first: spine-melting heat surging up his shaft. He snarled, buried himself to the root, and came with a guttural groan. Thick, scalding pulses of cum painted her fluttering walls, flooding her so full it leaked out around his cock in creamy pulses.
The heat of it shattered her.
Xu Wan's back bowed off the bed, a broken wail tearing from her throat as her own climax crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down hard, milking him in rhythmic spasms while she squirted; hot, sticky, soaking his stomach and the ruined sheets beneath them.
For a long moment they stayed locked together, trembling, breathing ragged.
Then Xu Wan's eyes fluttered half-open, glassy and dazed.
"…Don't get the bed dirty," she mumbled weakly. "I'm the one who has to clean it later…"
Chen Ge laughed, low and rough, and scooped her limp body into his arms. His cock was still buried inside her, half-hard and twitching.
"Your boss is carrying you to the changing room," he said, already walking. "Let tomorrow's problem be tomorrow's problem."
Every step jostled her on his shaft. By the third step he was fully hard again, thick length dragging against her oversensitive walls, the head nudging her cervix with every stride.
Xu Wan whimpered, arms looping around his neck, face buried in his shoulder.
"Why… why is it hard again already?" she breathed, voice trembling with fresh arousal.
Chen Ge just grinned, kicked the changing-room door shut behind them, and pressed her back against the nearest wall.
"Because I'm nowhere near done with my bride tonight."
Xu Wan squirmed in his arms the moment they stepped into the dimly lit corridor, her bare thighs slick against his hips.
"Chen Ge… no, not here," she whispered, voice trembling with embarrassment. The haunted-house hallway was empty, but the thought of being fucked out in the open, still dripping from what they'd just done, made her cheeks burn hotter than her body already was.
He didn't even slow down.
One strong hand snapped both her wrists behind her back, pinning them there. The other slid under her ass, lifting her easily so she was forced to straddle him, impaled on his still-hard cock. He nipped her earlobe, breath hot and rough.
"Try running now, Xiao Wan."
She couldn't. Every tiny shift ground him deeper, the thick head nudging places that made her vision blur. He started walking (slow, deliberate steps), and each one drove him up into her like a piston. Her oversensitive clit dragged along the base of his shaft with every bounce, sparks shooting up her spine.
"Ah—ah—!"
Her protests melted into broken whimpers. Fresh wetness poured out of her, sliding down her thighs in warm rivulets, dripping onto the floor behind them. She tried to form words (please, slow down, someone might see), but all that came out were soft, needy hums that made him throb harder inside her.
Chen Ge groaned against her neck, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her breast, rolling her nipple until it ached. Carrying her like this was effortless; she weighed nothing in his arms, pussy fluttering helplessly around him with every step.
By the time they reached his private apartment door, Xu Wan was a mess (hair sticking to damp cheeks, lips swollen, eyes glassy). He kicked the door shut, threw her onto the bed, and sank back into her in one slick thrust.
Third time tonight, and she was still impossibly tight, still soaking, still clenching like she'd never come at all.
He fucked her slow at first, savoring the way she sobbed his name, then hard and fast until the headboard slammed the wall and her voice gave out completely. She came again and again (back arching, toes curling, squirting messily over his cock and the sheets) until her body had nothing left to give.
When he finally spilled inside her the third time, flooding her already-overfilled pussy with heat, Xu Wan went limp beneath him. Her legs twitched every few seconds, tiny aftershocks rippling through her thighs and belly. Soft, unconscious whimpers slipped from her lips even in sleep.
Chen Ge eased out carefully, watching his cum and hers drip from her swollen, flushed folds. He carried her to the bathroom, washed her gently (fingers lingering on the bruises blooming across her hips and breasts), then tucked her into his bed.
She curled into him instantly, naked and warm, breath steady at last.
He wrapped an arm around her, palm idly cupping one soft breast, thumb brushing the nipple out of habit. Staring at the ceiling, his mind drifted back to earlier that day.
Two shadows on the wall… merging into one.
A cold prickle ran down his spine.
He glanced at the faint silhouette their bodies cast in the moonlight (one shadow, darker than it should be).
His fingers tightened slightly on Xu Wan's breast.
What the hell had crawled into him tonight… and why did it feel like it wasn't leaving?
Chen Ge looked at his shadow unblinkingly. With The Specters' Favored title, I have a chance to earn the aid from the specters, so in way, winning a Baleful Specter might not be as bad as I thought.
At least that was what Chen Ge told himself on the surface. He knew internally, the reason a Baleful Specter was called a Baleful Specter was because they died with great anguish. They radiated sin and curses. If he was slightly careless, he might easily end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
After lunch, Chen Ge stood in front of the Haunted House, handing out flyers. There were quite a number of park visitors, but none wanted to enter the Haunted House.
Bored out of his mind, Chen Ge opened his video sharing app page and realized there had been a few new private messages. Deleting the trolls and advertisement, Chen Ge personally replied the remaining messages. Soon, he came across a message from He San.
The honest-looking young man surreptitiously came to contact Chen Ge, telling him his school's forum had been exploding. After they found out that his Haunted House had played such a big prank on the beauty of their course, many students had stated the desire to level the Haunted House. Someone had started a thread to form the warring party, and it had more than a handful of volunteers already.
"It's nice to be young," Chen Ge commented with upturned lips. In his mind, however, there was already a vision of hormonal youths quivering in a group trapped inside his Haunted House.
"After completing the Trial Mission, I'll have them try it out to see how scary the 1-star scenario really is."
The thought of the Trial Mission made Chen Ge turn serious. He only had a one-time chance to complete this mission. If he failed, the chance of unlocking that scenario would forever be lost. He looked through the phone to memorize all the available information.
Knowing one's enemy is winning half the battle. Therefore, the first thing Chen Ge did after confirming the mission venue was to look up everything he could about the place on the internet.
"Jiujiang City Western Countryside's Ping An Apartments."
Keying in the name of the location came up with nothing initially. After flipping through the front few pages, Chen Ge finally found something related to this apartment listed on a secondhand house sale website.
It was a complaint saying that the seller had the intention of obscuring the truth. In reality, this apartment was a literal haunted house. After peeling off the fresh coat of paint, there were signs of dried blood, and every night, the apartment would be filled with the disgusting smell of decay.
No one answered the complaint, and it was soon swamped by other more interesting threads. Chen Ge looked at the time of posting, and it was nine months ago.
Staying overnight at a haunted house and having to look for a hidden murderer... Sigh, this is a bit harder than I thought. Chen Ge had studied toy design; he was a complete amateur when it came investigation and self-defense. The hard part is not staying at the haunted house but what if the murderer is just living next door to me and jumps at me at night‽