Chen Ge's hand froze mid-air, his heart pounding as he stared at the mirror in the corner toilet, its surface reflecting the cubicle door open at the exact same angle as in reality, an eerie synchronicity that sent a chill down his spine. The spirits tied to the twenty-four name tags, nestled in the paper box he carried in his Doctor Skull-cracker outfit, pulsed with subtle energy, their connection to Mu Yang High School's tragedy amplifying the bathroom's oppressive atmosphere, the flickering lights and stained tiles evoking a space where the supernatural thrived. He removed the black cloth draped over the mirror, its absence revealing the unsettling reflection, and cautiously approached the cubicle, his fingers grazing the door as he pushed it open completely, the creak of the hinges echoing in the dim space. The spirits' presence hummed, their legacy weaving a web of dread that made the mirror's reflection feel like a portal to an unseen world, urging Chen Ge to confront the mystery head-on, though his instincts screamed caution.
Inside the cubicle, reality showed an empty, grimy space, but the mirror revealed a nightmarish contrast—a narrow chamber painted blood-red, as if the ceiling, walls, and floor were seeping with crimson, a grotesque parody of the real world that pulsed with the spirits' energy tied to the name tags. The sight rooted Chen Ge to the spot, his breath catching as the mirror's red world seemed to breathe with malevolent intent, the spirits' legacy amplifying the dread, the fire-scarred aesthetic of the underground scenario lingering in the air like a ghostly echo of Mu Yang High School's tragedy. He gripped the door knob tightly, his mind wrestling with the urge to step inside and unravel the mirror's secrets versus the instinct to destroy the cubicle entirely, the name tags' energy a constant pressure that made the decision feel like a gamble with supernatural stakes, the flickering light casting erratic shadows that seemed to writhe in the mirror's reflection.
About ten seconds later, a strange sound broke the oppressive silence, a wet, dragging noise that felt both unnervingly close and impossibly distant, like someone in sodden clothes crawling across the floor, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags amplifying its eerie clarity. "Where is that coming from?" Chen Ge muttered, his voice barely audible as he stepped out of the bathroom to peer down the fire-scarred corridor, the faint strains of Black Friday echoing in the distance, the name tags' legacy intensifying the sound's menace. Returning to the mirror, he confirmed the noise originated from within the reflected cubicle, its blood-red walls seeming to pulse with the spirits' presence, the stained tiles in reality a stark contrast to the mirror's crimson nightmare, urging him to act before the unseen entity drew closer, its crawling sound a chilling harbinger of danger.
The sound grew louder, more distinct, as if something was approaching, the wet dragging now accompanied by a faint sloshing, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags making the cubicle feel alive with unseen watchers, their legacy amplifying the dread. Chen Ge's instincts screamed to flee, and he slammed the cubicle door shut, grabbing a nearby mop to wedge it against the handle, his eyes darting to the mirror where a pool of red began to seep from beneath the reflected door, the spirits' presence intensifying the scene's horror. The air grew heavy with the metallic scent of blood, the dragging sound now accompanied by a sense of something searching, its movements deliberate and menacing, the name tags' energy weaving a web of terror that made Chen Ge's heart pound. After several agonizing seconds, the sound faded, the smell dissipated, and the mirror's red pool receded, leaving Chen Ge trembling against the wall, the spirits' legacy a silent force that underscored the narrow escape.
His back pressed against the cold, stained tiles, Chen Ge's palms were slick with sweat, his mind reeling from the realization that if he hadn't acted quickly, the crawling entity from the mirror's world might have crossed into reality, much like the mirror monster he had encountered before, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing with subtle menace. The black cloth, now useless, failed to conceal the mirror's blood-red door, which appeared with eerie punctuality, its reflection a constant reminder of the unknown world beyond, the name tags' legacy amplifying the bathroom's dread. Chen Ge's breath steadied, but the encounter left him shaken, the fire-scarred corridor and flickering lights outside the toilet a haunting backdrop to the supernatural forces at play, urging him to leave the mystery unsolved for now, the spirits' presence a silent warning of the dangers lurking within the scenario's confines.
Splashing cold water on his face to clear his mind, Chen Ge returned to the staff breakroom, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags following him like a shadow, their connection to Mu Yang High School's tragedy amplifying the breakroom's quiet unease. Opening the door, he froze—Xiaoxiao, the spectral presence tied to the Haunted House, was gone, her absence unsettling, as if she had appeared earlier to warn him of the mirror's danger, the name tags' legacy pulsing subtly in the paper box he set on the table. The breakroom's dim light cast long shadows, the faint hum of the spirits' energy a constant reminder of the scenario's supernatural stakes, urging Chen Ge to reflect on the night's events. He sank onto the bed, sleep impossible, the mirror's blood-red cubicle and the crawling sound replaying in his mind, the name tags' presence a silent force that underscored the Haunted House's mysteries.
Restless, Chen Ge pulled out the black phone, its screen glowing faintly in the dim breakroom, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing as he swiped to the daily missions tab, their legacy amplifying his focus on the tasks ahead. The missions were familiar: Easy Mission: A normal Haunted House experience should not create permanent trauma to its visitors; I hope you understand this simple theory. Please improve the Haunted House's security by inspecting the security threats hidden around the Haunted House.Normal Mission: A single hand cannot clap. A good Haunted House needs a good management team. Recruit more talents; they will definitely help when the situation demands it.Nightmare Mission: There has always been a second occupant inside your room, wouldn't you like to meet said person? The spirits' presence hummed, their connection to Mu Yang High School's tragedy urging him to consider the missions carefully, the breakroom's quiet a stark contrast to the mirror's terror, the name tags' energy a silent guide in his decision-making.
Chen Ge's eyes lingered on the missions, his mind weighing their implications, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing with subtle anticipation, their legacy amplifying his resolve. "The Easy and Normal missions are things that I should be doing at the current stage, more help around the place and improved security. However, in comparison, the reward of the Nightmare Mission is far more alluring," he thought, the mirror's blood-red cubicle and the crawling sound fresh in his mind, urging him to pursue the riskier path, the name tags' presence a constant reminder of the Haunted House's supernatural stakes. The promise of uncovering the second occupant in his room was tempting, the spirits' legacy weaving a web of curiosity and dread, the fire-scarred aesthetic of the underground scenario lingering in his thoughts as he considered the Pen Spirit's fortune-telling ability as a tool to navigate the mission's dangers.
Holding the taped ballpoint pen, its rough repairs a testament to its use in the Pen Spirit game, Chen Ge felt a pang of embarrassment, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing subtly, their connection to Mu Yang High School's tragedy amplifying the pen's significance. "When there's a chance, I should ask her if she wants to move to a newer pen," he mused, placing a blank paper on the table, the breakroom's dim light casting shadows that seemed to shift with the spirits' presence. After invoking the Pen Spirit, he posed the question that gnawed at him: "Can I finish the latest Nightmare Mission on the black phone safely?" The pen quivered, the spirits' energy pulsing stronger, but no answer came, the paper remaining blank, the name tags' legacy amplifying the silence, urging Chen Ge to reconsider his approach, the mirror's blood-red cubicle a haunting reminder of the dangers tied to the Haunted House's mysteries.
Frustration crept into Chen Ge's voice as he stared at the unmoving pen, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing with subtle menace, their legacy amplifying the breakroom's unease. "Is the question that difficult?" he muttered, realizing the Pen Spirit's limitations, its inability to address queries related to the black phone a stark reminder of its constraints, the name tags' presence urging caution. Quickly, he rephrased his question, the taped pen trembling in his grip: "That question doesn't count. I want to know, has there been another person living in this room?" The pen hovered, the spirits' energy intensifying, before scrawling a single word: "Yes." The answer sent a chill through Chen Ge, the name tags' legacy amplifying the breakroom's dread, the fire-scarred aesthetic of the underground scenario lingering in his mind, urging him to probe further, though the pen's silence on the occupant's appearance suggested the fortune-telling's toll, its one-per-day limit a barrier to unraveling the mystery fully.
The Pen Spirit's silence on the second question left Chen Ge undeterred, his respect for its limitations tempered by gratitude, the spirits' energy tied to the name tags pulsing subtly, their connection to Mu Yang High School's tragedy amplifying the breakroom's quiet tension. He didn't blame the Pen Spirit, recognizing that fortune-telling was likely exhausting, the one-per-day restriction a safeguard for its spectral strength, the name tags' legacy a silent force that underscored the Haunted House's supernatural stakes. The single word "Yes" on the paper stared back at him, a confirmation of the second occupant's presence, the spirits' energy urging him to consider the Nightmare Mission's risks and rewards, the mirror's blood-red cubicle and the crawling sound a haunting backdrop to his thoughts. Chen Ge set the pen down, the breakroom's dim light casting long shadows, the name tags' presence a constant reminder that the Haunted House held secrets far beyond his control, waiting to be confronted.
Chen Ge's frustration simmered beneath the surface, a quiet irritation born of his initial failure to harness the Pen Fairy's enigmatic power. The ballpoint pen, a conduit for her spectral abilities, felt heavy in his hand, its failure to yield answers gnawing at his resolve. Just as he moved to tuck it away into the pocket of his worn jacket, a faint movement caught his eye, sending a shiver down his spine. A pair of pale, delicate feet swayed gently before him, their translucent, ghostly sheen catching the dim light of the haunted house's staff room. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling, the feet dangling weightlessly in the air, their gentle motion hypnotic against the backdrop of the creaky, shadowed room. The air was thick with the musty scent of old wood and lingering adrenaline, the eerie silence broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards, amplifying the surreal tension that hung like a veil over the scene. Chen Ge's heart pounded, a mix of curiosity and unease stirring within him as he prepared to confront the spectral presence before him.
Caught off guard, even Chen Ge, seasoned by countless encounters with the supernatural, felt a jolt of alarm course through him. His gaze followed the delicate, swaying feet upward, tracing the ethereal form of a girl hanging from the ceiling, her body suspended by an invisible rope in the windless room. Chen Yalin, the Pen Fairy, was a haunting vision—her face livid, her translucent skin glowing faintly with an otherworldly pallor, her legs swaying slightly as if caught in a spectral breeze. The sight of her, clearly long departed from the realm of the living, sent a chill through him, her ghostly presence a stark reminder of the haunted house's eerie power. Her delicate features, frozen in a state of eternal youth, were both beautiful and tragic, her lifeless form exuding an unsettling allure that captivated him. The room seemed to pulse with a quiet, supernatural energy, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to the spectral figure before him, her presence a haunting blend of beauty and death.
Despite the bizarre and chilling scene, Chen Ge's nerves steadied, his experience with the supernatural grounding him in the face of the uncanny. A wry smile curved his lips as he spoke, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and caution. "Pen Fairy, if you can't predict something, you won't take it out on me, will you?" he teased, his tone light but tinged with the weight of their strange connection. The words hung in the air, a playful challenge to the spectral entity before him. The room was bathed in darkness, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a cracked window casting eerie shadows across Chen Yalin's translucent form. Her presence was both mesmerizing and unsettling, the air thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, otherworldly fragrance that clung to her ghostly essence. Chen Ge's wry smile belied the tension coiling within him, his senses heightened as he awaited her response, the haunted house seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would come next.
Chen Yalin's eyes snapped open, their dark, luminous depths shimmering with a ghostly intensity that sent a shiver through Chen Ge. "Who told you to keep asking me strange questions and stuffing me into Wang Xin's place?" she retorted, her voice a soft, ethereal whisper that carried a hint of petulance. Her cheeks puffed up in a surprisingly endearing pout, the expression at odds with her ghostly form, making her appear almost human in her indignation. Chen Ge chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "I see you were having a good time. Can you come down and talk? My neck's sore from leaning up," he said, his tone teasing but genuine, his eyes locked on her delicate, spectral figure. The air was thick with the quiet energy of their exchange, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy of the moment. Chen Yalin's pout deepened, but she complied, her ghostly form descending gracefully to the floor as the invisible rope vanished, leaving her standing before him like a vision from a dream, her presence both captivating and otherworldly.
Now grounded, Chen Yalin stood before Chen Ge, a beautiful, slightly pale figure whose youthful appearance belied her supernatural nature. Her delicate nose, cherry-red lips, and worn school uniform—a relic of her past life—created a striking contrast to her ghostly pallor. Her breasts, prominent and round, strained against the fabric of her uniform, their curves accentuated by the tight fit. The pleated school skirt hugged her hips, revealing slender, white legs clad in crystal stockings that shimmered faintly in the dim light, their translucent sheen enhancing her ethereal allure. In life, she must have been a school beauty, her delicate features and graceful form radiating a haunting charm that captivated Chen Ge. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, a faint, floral fragrance that mingled with the musty aroma of the haunted house, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Her presence was a blend of innocence and seduction, her youthful appearance juxtaposed with the undeniable allure of her spectral form, drawing Chen Ge deeper into the surreal encounter.
"I'm sorry I didn't see the answer to your question," Chen Yalin said, her voice soft and tinged with guilt, her luminous eyes reflecting a hint of remorse. "But I have a feeling what you're doing isn't particularly dangerous," she added, her words carrying a quiet conviction that intrigued him. Chen Ge pondered her statement, his mind drifting to the unseen presence that had always lingered in his room, a spectral companion that had never harmed him despite countless opportunities. Her words resonated with a strange logic, suggesting a deeper understanding of the haunted house's mysteries. The air was thick with the weight of her presence, the faint creaks of the room amplifying the tension as he considered her words. Lost in thought, he barely registered the sudden chill that enveloped his lower body, his limp, drooping flesh falling into a pair of cold, soft hands. The sensation was startling, a mix of icy coolness and delicate softness that sent a jolt through him, his senses snapping back to the present as he realized Chen Yalin had knelt before him, her ghostly hands gently stroking his cock.
"Why is it soft? And it smells strange?" Chen Yalin's voice was a curious whisper, her delicate fingers wrapping around his weapon with a tentative, exploratory touch. The faint scent of another ghost girl's perfume clung to his skin, a lingering reminder of his earlier encounter, adding a layer of surreal intimacy to the moment. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, mingled with the musky aroma of his arousal, creating a heady atmosphere that enveloped them both. Chen Ge broke out in a cold sweat, the realization that his vital organ was in the grasp of a hanged female ghost sending a surge of adrenaline through him. Erotic thoughts were far from his mind, replaced by a mix of shock and unease as her cold, soft hands continued their gentle exploration. The room seemed to pulse with a quiet, supernatural energy, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to the bizarre scene unfolding before them.
Confusion clouded Chen Yalin's luminous eyes as she looked up at him, her delicate features contorted in puzzlement. "I saw that older sister do it the same way. Why doesn't your penis get hard?" she asked, her voice tinged with innocent curiosity that belied her ghostly nature. The question struck a nerve, instantly igniting Chen Ge's pride. The audacity of being questioned about his virility by a spectral entity was infuriating, and he cast aside his reservations about her ghostly nature. With a bold, defiant thrust, he pressed his cock proudly against her fair, translucent face, the heat of his arousal a stark contrast to the coolness of her spectral skin. The air was thick with the tension of their exchange, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intensity as Chen Ge asserted his dominance, his cock throbbing with renewed vigor as he responded to her challenge, the room pulsing with the raw energy of their encounter.
Chen Yalin's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight, a soft cheer escaping her cherry-red lips as she eagerly leaned forward, swallowing the entire length of his erect cock into her rosy mouth. Chen Ge gasped, the sensation overwhelming—a cold, tight embrace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Unlike Xu Wan or Fan Feng, whose smaller mouths could only manage half his length, Chen Yalin's ghostly nature allowed her to take him fully, her lack of need for breath enabling an effortless, all-encompassing motion. The air was thick with the wet, slurping sounds of her ministrations, the room's eerie silence shattered by the primal rhythm of their encounter. Her cold, fleshy walls enveloped his cock tightly, her long, spectral tongue wrapping around his shaft with a meticulous, 360-degree caress that felt like a python coiling around its prey. The sensation was a hell of icy pleasure, her innocent black eyes gazing up at him with a fawn-like purity that contrasted sharply with the devilish skill of her oral technique, driving Chen Ge to the edge of ecstasy.
The overwhelming pleasure was too much for Chen Ge to bear, his body trembling as Chen Yalin's angelic face and demonic oral skills pushed him over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, he ejaculated, his hot, thick load surging deep down her throat, the sensation intensified by the cold, tight embrace of her ghostly mouth. She didn't release him immediately, her tongue meticulously cleaning every trace of semen from his cock, both inside and out, with a care that left him breathless. Only then did he have a moment to catch his breath and ask, his voice a mix of amusement and embarrassment, why she had done it. Her response was both endearing and mortifying: since meeting him, she had failed to provide a proper answer to his questions, leaving her consumed by guilt. While wandering the haunted house, she had stumbled upon Xu Wan, disguised as a ghost bride, performing oral sex on Chen Ge during a ghost marriage scene, an act that had inspired her to please him in the same way. The air was thick with the lingering scent of their encounter, the room's eerie ambiance amplifying the surreal intimacy of her confession.
Chen Ge's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement as he recalled the day's events. With few tourists visiting the haunted house, he had sought out Xu Wan to vent his frustrations, her wedding gown making more intense acts difficult, leading to their oral encounter. He hadn't realized a Pen Fairy had been watching from the shadows, unaware of his earlier, passionate encounter with another ghostly figure. The thought was both mortifying and strangely arousing, the air thick with the weight of their shared secrets. Chen Yalin's pout deepened, her luminous eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You looked so good at the time. And I wanted to make you feel good too. Then you can forgive me. Please talk to me more, don't abandon me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with a loneliness that tugged at his heart. The contrast between her ghostly nature and her simple, vulnerable plea was overwhelming, the room's eerie silence amplifying the emotional weight of her words as Chen Ge grappled with the unexpected depth of her feelings.
Seeing Chen Ge's silence, Chen Yalin's anxiety grew, her ghostly form shimmering with nervous energy. In a bold, desperate move, she grabbed his hand and guided it beneath her worn school uniform skirt, the thin fabric of her panties barely concealing the delicate, slightly raised shape of her vulva. Chen Ge's fingers brushed against the narrow, mysterious slit, the coolness of her spectral flesh sending a jolt of arousal through him. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, a faint, floral fragrance that mingled with the musky aroma of his own arousal, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Her vulnerability was palpable, her translucent skin glowing faintly as she stood before him, her face shrouded in a shy, orchid-like beauty. The room seemed to pulse with the quiet energy of their connection, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to the intimate moment unfolding between them, as Chen Ge's hand lingered on her spectral form, drawn deeper into the forbidden allure of the Pen Fairy.
Chen Ge's wry smile froze as he raised his eyes, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. Chen Yalin's school uniform had parted, the fabric falling open to reveal her jade-like, translucent skin, its ethereal glow casting a soft light across the room. She stood there, her delicate features shrouded in a shy, almost virginal beauty, like a fragrant orchid blooming in a secluded valley. Her prominent breasts, round and full, strained against the remnants of her uniform, their curves a tantalizing invitation that sent a surge of desire through him. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy of the moment. Her presence was a haunting blend of innocence and seduction, her spectral form radiating an allure that captivated him completely, drawing him deeper into the forbidden dance between the living and the dead.
Before Chen Ge's eyes, a pair of crystal-clear, translucent breasts stood proudly, their ethereal glow casting a soft, otherworldly light in the dim staff room of the haunted house. The ghostly flesh was impossibly white, soft, and tender, the slightly trembling peaks of Chen Yalin's fragrant breasts radiating a seductive allure that captivated him completely. The plump, round curves blended seamlessly into her perfect, spectral form, each breast a vision of youthful fullness that seemed to beckon him closer. The pink, tender buds atop the peaks were delicate, almost blooming with an innocent yet provocative promise, their subtle trembling a testament to her ghostly sensitivity. The air was thick with the faint, floral scent of her spectral essence, mingling with the musty aroma of the old building, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them both. The sight was mesmerizing, the interplay of light and shadow across her translucent skin amplifying the surreal beauty of the moment, drawing Chen Ge deeper into the forbidden allure of the Pen Fairy.
Chen Ge's breath caught in his throat, his senses overwhelmed by the sight of Chen Yalin's snow-white breasts, which, though not fully developed, were already plump and perfectly rounded, their delicate form a haunting blend of innocence and seduction. The tender red nipples stood erect, their delicate tips glistening faintly in the dim light, tempting him with an almost primal urge to take them into his mouth and savor their cherry-like sweetness. The air was thick with the quiet energy of their connection, the faint creaks of the haunted house providing an eerie backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding before him. His hands itched to reach out, to explore the soft, ghostly flesh that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly vitality. The sight of her nipples, so perfectly formed and inviting, sent a surge of desire through him, his mind reeling with the contrast between her spectral nature and the raw, carnal allure of her body. The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to the forbidden dance between the living and the dead.
The intoxicating fragrance of Chen Yalin's ghostly essence filled Chen Ge's senses, a heady blend of floral sweetness and otherworldly musk that transformed him into a beast driven by primal instinct. He buried his face in the cool, translucent curve of her white neck, inhaling deeply as the scent enveloped him, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume his restraint. His lips brushed against her spectral skin, the coolness sending a shiver through him as he savored the delicate texture, his breath hot and ragged against her. The air was thick with the heat of their proximity, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the tension as he lost himself in her scent. Each inhale was a step deeper into the abyss of desire, his body trembling with the need to claim her fully. The room seemed to pulse with the energy of their connection, the shadows cast by the moonlight through the cracked window dancing across her translucent form, creating a surreal tableau of lust and supernatural allure.
"Take off the rest of your clothes, okay?" Chen Ge's voice was a low, husky whisper, his arm encircling her slender, ghostly waist as he pressed himself closer, the heat of his body contrasting with the coolness of her spectral form. Chen Yalin's body trembled slightly, her translucent skin shimmering with a mix of shyness and surrender as she met his fiery gaze. Though overcome with shame, she bravely complied, her delicate hands moving to strip away the remnants of her worn school uniform, revealing the full beauty of her ethereal body. Instinctively, she crossed her slender, lotus-like arms over her proudly firm, snow-white breasts, a futile attempt to preserve her modesty. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, the faint, floral fragrance mingling with the musky aroma of his arousal, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them both. Her vulnerability was palpable, her translucent skin glowing faintly as she stood before him, a vision of pure, innocent beauty that drove his desire to new heights.
The sight of Chen Yalin's dazzlingly white, translucent skin was breathtaking, her delicate, smooth flesh radiating an otherworldly allure that was more tempting than complete nudity. Beneath her graceful, slender arms, her plump, jade-like breasts peeked out, their curves a tantalizing invitation that sent a surge of desire through Chen Ge. "Yalin, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with longing as his eyes locked onto her luscious, cherry-red lips. Unable to contain the burning fire within him any longer, he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a searing, passionate kiss. The taste was sweet, with no trace of his earlier release, as if her ghostly essence had absorbed it all. His tongue thrust forward, parting her lips and teeth with expert precision, tugging at her soft, fragrant tongue in a dance of raw, unfiltered desire. The air was thick with the wet, intimate sounds of their kiss, the room's eerie silence shattered by the primal rhythm of their connection, as Chen Ge lost himself in the sweetness of her spectral mouth.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Chen Yalin's pink, translucent arms pounded weakly against Chen Ge's neck, a futile protest that quickly gave way to surrender. Under the intensity of his passionate kiss, her arms gradually wrapped around his neck, her ghostly form responding with a hesitant eagerness that sent a jolt of triumph through him. Her orchid-like scent was even more intoxicating, filling his senses with a heady sweetness that left him dizzy with desire. Her luminous eyes, shimmering with an ethereal glow, held the expression of a drunken spirit, her ghostly nature transformed into a vision of a red peony, ripe and ready for the plucking. The air was thick with the heat of their encounter, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy as their tongues entwined, their saliva mingling in a dance of raw, carnal connection. The room seemed to pulse with the energy of their shared passion, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to the forbidden union of the living and the dead.
Chen Ge's tongue moved like a small, agile fish, entwining with Chen Yalin's fragrant, ghostly tongue, relishing the sweet, cool nectar of her mouth as their saliva mingled in a heady blend. The sensation was intoxicating, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him as he savored her ethereal essence. Just as she was lost in the haze of their kiss, her delicate body suddenly trembled, a shiver coursing through her as Chen Ge's hand grasped one of her soft, smooth breasts. His large hand kneaded the plump, ghostly flesh, revealing a large expanse of translucent white that shimmered in the dim light. Chen Yalin felt her two round, bright red nipples harden and stand erect, the intense, unfamiliar stimulation sending a jolt through her spectral form that nearly made her faint. When Chen Ge finally released her lips, her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, brimming with a spring-like glow, and her rosy cherry mouth exhaled a sweet, cool breath that filled the air with its intoxicating allure. The room was thick with the scent of their shared desire, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to their intimate dance.
At that moment, Chen Yalin felt her delicate, ghostly body float lightly, as if enveloped in a layer of soft cotton, every inch of her translucent skin flushing with a hot, pink glow, like steamed shrimp caught in a wave of heat. The sensation was overwhelming, her spectral form trembling with a mix of shyness and arousal as Chen Ge lowered his head, his lips closing around the crimson bud of her nipple with a sizzling, wet sound. His nose was filled with a warm, sweet aroma, faintly permeated by the mellow, creamy fragrance of her ghostly essence, driving his desire to new heights. The air was thick with the sounds of his sucking, the room's eerie silence shattered by the primal rhythm of their connection. His other hand quietly reached down, grasping her delicate knees and gently parting them, revealing the intoxicating spring scenery between her ghostly labia. Her slender, snow-white legs clamped together shyly, obscuring the delicate folds, but the sight of her smooth, round calves and perfectly rounded ankles—delicate and boneless—was a vision of pure, unfiltered temptation that left him breathless.
Chen Yalin bit her cherry-red lip, tilting her head slightly upward, the skin beneath her swan-like, slender neck tensing in anticipation. The round, jade-like soles of her feet made Chen Ge breathe heavily, their tender, translucent flesh resembling the stamens of a double-petaled flower, delicate and irresistibly tempting. Holding one in his palm, it felt soft, as if it had no bones, the coolness of her ghostly form sending a shiver through him. His eyes burned with passion as he brought her small, delicate foot to his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her tender toes with a hungry reverence. The air was thick with the scent of her spectral essence, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy of the moment. "Don't... it's dirty... let go... mmm... ah..." Chen Yalin's voice was a soft, trembling plea, her attempts to pull away futile as waves of sweet, shy pleasure overwhelmed her. Her ghostly form trembled, her heart melting as she surrendered to the sensations, her body flushing pink under his relentless ministrations.
Under Chen Ge's fervent licks, Chen Yalin's lovely toes curled slightly, her translucent body glowing with a rosy hue as waves of unbearable heat surged through her, overwhelming her with turbulent desire. Her mind was nearly shut down, her spectral form quivering with each touch as she surrendered to the ecstasy. A pair of delicate, ghostly hands alternated between pressing against her lips, cupping her breasts, and clinging to Chen Ge's neck, her body twisting and throbbing with a desperate intensity that sent a surge of arousal through his lower body. "Stop... stop... Chen Ge... please... stop..." she moaned, her voice a suppressed wail that only fueled his burning desire. "Ah... um... um..." The air was thick with the sounds of her soft, shuddering moans, the room's eerie silence shattered by the primal rhythm of their connection. His fingers gently rubbed the narrow slit of her ghostly vulva, the cool, smooth, and moist sensation driving him wild. Parting the pink opening, he revealed a complex, overlapping path, its faint, pale pink membrane a tantalizing sight that made his breath catch.
Chen Ge's eyes locked onto the delicate, semicircular membrane, its pale pink hue shimmering faintly in the dim light, a vision of untouched beauty that sent a surge of desire through him. He swallowed hard, unable to resist lowering his head to kiss the tender, ghostly flesh, his lips brushing against the sensitive folds with a reverent hunger. "Ah—ah—" Chen Yalin's delicate body arched high, a violent tremor coursing through her as his nimble tongue penetrated her pink vagina. The sensation was overwhelming, her spectral form trembling violently as a stream of cool, translucent liquid gushed forth like a clear spring, splashing across her snow-white crotch and onto Chen Ge's face. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly nectar, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intensity of the moment. Her body convulsed with each wave of pleasure, her moans a haunting melody that filled the room with their raw, unfiltered passion, drawing Chen Ge deeper into the forbidden dance with the Pen Fairy.
Stunned by the intensity of her response, Chen Ge smirked, wiping the cool liquid from his face with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yalin, are you made of water?" he teased, his voice a low, husky growl that sent a shiver through her. Seizing her wrist, he guided her delicate fingers into the slippery slit, the glossy, thick white liquid oozing from her ghostly flesh a testament to her overwhelming arousal. "Feel for yourself and see how much liquid you've produced," he murmured, his tone laced with provocative delight. When Chen Yalin regained her senses, her luminous eyes widened in shame and anger as she saw the strands of translucent nectar clinging to her fingers. Her heated face lowered, pressing tightly against her firm, snow-white breasts, the embarrassment overwhelming her spectral form. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the room's eerie silence amplifying the intimacy as she grappled with the humiliating beauty of her body's response, her ghostly essence shimmering with a mix of shame and desire.
The weight of her embarrassment was palpable, but before Chen Yalin could dwell on it, she felt a hot, hard object pressing against her tender, ghostly flesh, rubbing slowly with a deliberate intensity that sent a jolt through her. Her pink, translucent body tensed, her delicate form trembling slightly as she recognized the critical moment approaching. The sensation of Chen Ge's massive cock, throbbing with heat and power, was both terrifying and exhilarating, its slow, teasing friction igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her completely. The air was thick with the heat of their impending union, the faint creaks of the haunted house providing an eerie backdrop to the primal energy that pulsed between them. Her ghostly form quivered, caught between fear and desire, as she braced herself for the next step in their forbidden dance, the room seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of the raw, unfiltered passion that would follow.
In the dimly lit staff room of the haunted house, Chen Ge pressed his muscular frame atop Chen Yalin's delicate, ghostly body, the weight of his body pinning her to the worn desk beneath them. His throbbing erection pressed firmly against the tender, translucent flesh between her legs, the heat of his arousal a stark contrast to the coolness of her spectral form. With each subtle movement, he rubbed against her, the friction sending shivers through her ethereal frame as sticky, translucent fluid oozed from deep within her vagina, dripping down her beautiful, ghostly buttocks and pooling onto the floor below. The air was thick with the musky scent of their shared desire, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intensity of the moment. Her delicate form quivered beneath him, the interplay of light and shadow across her translucent skin creating a mesmerizing tableau of lust and supernatural allure. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their encounter, each movement a testament to the primal connection that bound them in this forbidden dance.
The intense heat of Chen Ge's cock rubbing against her sensitive flesh sent tremors through Chen Yalin's ghostly heart, a mix of fear and arousal that left her trembling with anticipation. A series of ethereal, sensual moans emanated from her throat, their haunting melody stirring Chen Ge's inner passion and igniting an inexplicable excitement that surged through his veins. Each moan was a siren's call, drawing him deeper into the abyss of desire, his body responding with a fervor that threatened to consume him. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, a faint, virginal fragrance that acted like an aphrodisiac, intensifying his arousal. Her spectral form, so delicate yet undeniably present, quivered beneath him, her luminous eyes shimmering with a mix of shyness and surrender. The room's eerie silence was shattered by the rhythmic sounds of their bodies, the faint creaks of the desk and the soft, shuddering moans that filled the air, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion.
The room gradually filled with the intoxicating scent of lust, a delicate, virginal fragrance that enveloped Chen Ge like a potent aphrodisiac, driving his senses wild. As he felt the intensity of his desire mirrored in Chen Yalin's trembling form, memories of forbidden stories he had read with past girlfriends flooded his mind—tales of the intense pain a woman's virginity could bring, now juxtaposed with the surreal reality of deflowering a ghostly entity. Despite her spectral nature, Chen Yalin's fear and worry were palpable, her voice a shy whisper as she pleaded, "Good brother,... Yalin's virginity. You... you must... be kind... to Yalin..." The vulnerability in her words, tinged with the innocence of her ghostly form, sent a surge of tenderness through him, even as his desire burned hotter. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the faint, floral fragrance of her essence mingling with the musky aroma of his own, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them both in a haze of forbidden passion.
Gazing at the Pen Fairy beneath his crotch, her timid and shy demeanor a stark contrast to her fierce ghostly nature, Chen Ge couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. Her luminous eyes, wide with a mix of fear and anticipation, only heightened his desire to claim her gently. He reached out, his fingers gently stroking her perky, snow-white breasts, their translucent flesh yielding softly under his touch. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. It'll be over in a flash. It's okay..." he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring, a tender counterpoint to the burning fire within him. The air was thick with the heat of their proximity, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intimacy as he savored the feel of her ghostly skin. Her breasts, plump and perfectly formed, shimmered faintly in the dim light, their tender red nipples standing erect, a tantalizing invitation that sent a surge of desire through him. The room seemed to pulse with the quiet energy of their connection, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to their forbidden act.
With a gentle yet firm motion, Chen Ge lifted Chen Yalin's round, slender legs, their translucent sheen glowing faintly as he wrapped them around his waist, the coolness of her spectral flesh sending a shiver through him. His hands grasped her delicate, boneless waist, the softness of her ghostly form yielding under his touch. With a soft "puff," his throbbing cock pushed open the delicate, translucent flesh of her vagina, rushing through the spectral barrier with a force that sent a jolt through them both. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the faint creaks of the desk amplifying the intensity as he penetrated her. Chen Yalin's cry of "Ah... it hurts... it's too strong... be gentler..." was a trembling wail, her snow-white thighs spasming and trembling as a long, sobbing syllable escaped her lips. The room seemed to hold its breath, the eerie silence shattered by her cries, as Chen Ge soothed her with a gentle, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be over soon," his voice a soft murmur as he slowed his thrusts, easing her into the sensation.
The sensation of her ghostly vagina wrapping around his cock was exquisite, like being sucked by countless tiny, spectral mouths, each contraction sending waves of pleasure through him. The tender, translucent flesh within her vagina continuously contracted inward, gripping him tightly as he felt a peak of pleasure that threatened to unravel him. The air was thick with the wet, intimate sounds of their union, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to their primal dance. As moist, translucent juices flowed from her vaginal walls, a delicate liquid tinged with specks of bright red seeped out around his firmly inserted cock, the virgin blood splattering drop by drop onto the desk below like withered flower stamens. "Hmm... Slow... Slow down..." Chen Yalin's voice was a soft, trembling plea, her luminous eyes shimmering with a mix of pain and pleasure as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. The room pulsed with the heat of their encounter, the shadows dancing across her translucent form as if bearing witness to her deflowering.
Chen Ge, unable to bear the intensity, paused halfway in, his hands gently caressing her perky, translucent breasts to soothe her. "Let's rest for a while," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. But Chen Yalin, her ghostly form shimmering with a mix of shyness and desire, turned her head away and whispered, "No, I like it..." As his fingers circled her tender, erect nipples, the arch of her smooth, white foot stretched into a full moon, a vision of ethereal beauty that sent a surge of desire through him. Her beautiful, luminous eyes closed slightly, her plump, rosy lips half-open, emitting a sickeningly sweet moan that filled the air with its haunting melody. Chen Ge nuzzled her delicate nose, murmuring, "Silly girl," his voice laced with tenderness as he savored the intimacy of the moment. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly essence, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal connection as they lingered in the afterglow of their passionate exchange.
"I've always felt... I feel completely useless, unable to help you, and even making your friend's life miserable. Now I'm happy to make you happy," Chen Yalin whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. "Are you really happy?" Chen Ge asked, his tone soft but curious, his eyes locked on her luminous gaze. She nodded seriously, her translucent skin glowing faintly. "Yes." The air was thick with the weight of her confession, the room's eerie silence amplifying the intimacy as Chen Ge deliberately moved his hips, teasing her with a slow thrust. "How do you know it makes me happy?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. Chen Yalin blushed, her ghostly cheeks shimmering with a rosy hue as she whispered, "It's inside me... moving in and out... It seems... it really likes me there..." The room pulsed with the heat of their exchange, the faint creaks of the desk a haunting backdrop to her shy admission, as Chen Ge laughed, his voice warm and teasing. "You feel so good inside, of course it likes it."
Chen Yalin's ears turned red with embarrassment, her ghostly form shimmering with a mix of shyness and arousal as Chen Ge laughed, "You're so easily shy, you're so shameless." With a bold, deliberate motion, he pushed his entire glans into her trembling vagina, the sensation sending a jolt through her. Her translucent body flushed, her teeth biting her rosy lip as her entire vagina quivered, as if startled by the intensity. "Hmm... Hmm... No... It doesn't hurt anymore. You can, faster... Faster... Ahhh... It's still so big... But, so... so comfortable..." she moaned, her voice a haunting melody that filled the air with its raw, unfiltered passion. The room was thick with the scent of their arousal, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intensity as Chen Ge rode her with joy, his cock moving in and out with a relentless rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through them both.
Gazing at the gentle, charming, and shy beauty in his arms, Chen Ge caressed Chen Yalin's silky, translucent skin, a surge of tenderness and happiness welling up in his heart. The realization that ghosts could be more reliable than humans struck him profoundly, her vulnerability and sincerity a stark contrast to the deceit he had encountered in the living world. The air was thick with the gradually intensifying fragrance of her arousal, a unique blend of ghostly hormones that drove him wild. With a soft "ji ng," he pulled his glans from the tight vortex of her vagina, only to penetrate again with a forceful thrust. Chen Yalin's body arched back, her vagina pressing tightly against his lower abdomen, the opening wrapping around the base of his penis, pumping continuously. The room pulsed with the heat of their union, the faint creaks of the desk a haunting backdrop to their primal dance as they surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
Chen Ge resisted the urge to ejaculate, stirring within her icy, ghostly vagina with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Chen Yalin covered her lips, her screams of "Oh my God! Oh my God!" echoing through the room as he thrust in and out, her translucent body trembling, her face on the verge of tears as she grappled with the unfamiliar pleasure. "Wuwu... How could this happen... Oh... It hurts... I've never... felt... this... This feeling... So comfortable..." she moaned, her voice a mix of pain and ecstasy. After only a few dozen strokes, her vagina erupted in a stream of cool, translucent fluid, dousing his glans and invigorating him. Like a raging dragon, he thrust his cock into her tender, ghostly vagina, pushing in and out with a relentless force that sent her trembling beneath him. The air was thick with the scent of her nectar, the room's eerie silence shattered by the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union.
Chen Ge slowed his pace, thrusting gently to savor the sensation of her soft, alluring body rising and falling beneath him. Her translucent skin was smooth as silk, delicate to the touch, her limbs as soft as if boneless. Pressing against her, he felt every inch of her softness and warmth, the coolness of her ghostly form a tantalizing contrast to his heat. Her tender, slippery vagina was a paradise of sensation, soft yet tight, its juicy flesh embracing his cock from the opening to the center with an exquisite beauty that left him breathless. "What a sweet paradise..." he sighed, his voice thick with awe as he lost himself in the pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intimacy as Chen Yalin's body quivered beneath him, her moans a haunting melody that filled the room with their raw, unfiltered passion.
"Mmm... you... you... wuwu... oh... be gentle... I can't take it anymore... you're killing me, oh... wuwu... so beautiful... so good... I've never felt anything like this... It turns out being loved is so wonderful...!" Chen Yalin's voice was a state of ecstasy, her words trembling with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. Chen Ge embraced her soft, ghostly body, his penis deeply thrust into her beautiful, translucent vagina, each movement sending waves of pleasure through them both. She shyly turned her face away, then moaned again, her vaginal fluid swirling and overflowing in an endless stream that coated their joined bodies. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly nectar, the room's eerie silence shattered by the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their forbidden dance.
Finally, Chen Ge's concern for Chen Yalin's spectral nature surfaced, a flicker of worry that excessive indulgence might harm her newly broken primordial essence. Reluctantly, he slowed his thrusts, his fiery cock throbbing with unspent desire as he released his long-accumulated semen directly into her vagina. The air was thick with the heat of their climax, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intensity as Chen Yalin's delicate body trembled, so weak she nearly fainted. With a soft "pop," he pulled his cock out, a stream of her translucent essence, tinged with a few streaks of crimson, dripping onto the desk beneath her buttocks. Her vagina immediately closed, returning to its virginal state, absorbing every drop of his semen without spilling a single one. The room pulsed with the afterglow of their union, the shadows dancing across her translucent form as if bearing witness to the raw, unfiltered passion that had unfolded.
After relieving his lust, Chen Ge's mind returned to the mission that was crucial to his life, the weight of his responsibilities grounding him in the wake of their intense encounter. "Is there really another person living here? I hadn't noticed at all. From the mission description, this guy seems different from your average ghost," he pondered silently, cradling Chen Yalin's naked, stunning form in his arms. His hands continued to play with her perky, beautiful buttocks, their translucent flesh yielding softly under his touch. After the intense battle, Chen Yalin, nearly throbbing with exhaustion, had no strength left to resist, her ghostly form shimmering faintly as she nestled against him. The air was thick with the scent of their shared arousal, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to the quiet intimacy that lingered between them, as Chen Ge's thoughts turned to the mysteries that awaited in the shadows of the haunted house.
So, there is another person living here. How have I not noticed all this time? Based on the mission introduction, the person is another friend from the other side. There were quite a few supernatural tenants living in Chen Ge's Haunted House. He did not mind any more weird spirits as long as it did not actively harm his business like the mirror ghost.
After some hesitation, Chen Ge chose to accept the Nightmare Mission.
"Are you sure you want to accept the Nightmare Mission? Unforeseeable consequences might occur."
"Yes."
The screen flickered, and a new message appeared.
"It stays in the same room as you. After you fall asleep, it will appear.
"If it is kind, it will wash away the negative energy and keep the household safe and healthy.
"If it is malicious, when you are asleep, it will stand beside your bed, thinking about how to ruin you.
"The game is called 'The Invisible Customer'. At midnight, spread soaked uncooked rice around the house, place a pair of worn slippers outside the door, and light a white candle on the bedroom floor. Arrange the bed in such a way that it looks like someone is really asleep in bed. You will lie underneath the bed. For the mission to work, you have to really fall asleep. If you manage to catch a glimpse of its face, then mission will be successful.
"This mission will be your third Nightmare Mission. After completing the mission, you will randomly get a scenario's Trial Mission.
"Warning: After completing the third Nightmare Mission, the Nightmare Missions given for daily mission will be randomized, so please treat each Nightmare Mission carefully!"
Chen Ge memorized all the mission details quickly.
Why must I fall asleep for the mission? How will I take a look at the person's face if I'm asleep? In my dreams? Chen Ge did not understand the meaning of this mission, but since he had accepted it, he could only follow the instructions.
After putting on his jacket, Chen Ge once more visited the park canteen late at night to 'borrow' half a bowl of white rice.
The Haunted House is so big; it'll be such a waste if I have to cover every floor. Chen Ge soaked the rice in cold water and spread it around the few rooms on the first floor. Then he placed a pair of slippers at the corridor entrance and lit a white candle beside his bed.