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The MILF Ghost Who Fucked Me to Death

SmutLord
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Synopsis
When lonely college dropout Riku clicks on a mysterious late-night website with only one button — “I’m Ready” — he thinks it's a joke. But that single click seals his fate. A silent, wet, and stunningly beautiful ghost named Yurei appears in his room, emotionless and naked... and insatiable. She doesn’t speak much. She doesn’t leave. And she won’t stop riding him — not at night, not during the day, not even when he begs for rest. Her body is addictively soft, always soaked, and dangerously tight — a perfect curse he can’t escape. What starts as erotic possession turns into a haunting obsession, where climax means survival… and refusal means death. He thought he could outlast her. But she doesn’t stop until you’re empty. Forever.
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Chapter 1 - The Button That Brings the Ghost Slut

It was almost 3:30 in the damn morning, and Riku Sakamoto was still wide awake — half-naked, half-hard, and fully horny. His computer screen glowed in the darkness of his cramped room, filled with hentai tabs, jerk-off games, and some questionable doujinshi he didn't even remember clicking on. His boxers were damp from earlier sessions, and the bottle of lotion on his desk had long since run dry.

He leaned back in his chair, scratching his balls with one hand and scrolling with the other, bored as hell. Nothing was hitting the spot. Not the incest tags, not the tentacles, not even the futa-on-male blowjob compilations he usually kept bookmarked for emergencies.

Then he saw it.

A thread buried deep on some cursed-ass imageboard. Title:

> "Click This At 3:33 AM (If You Wanna Die From A Ghost Blowjob)"

Riku snorted. "What the fuck is this?"

He clicked. The thread was old and barely moderated, full of anons jerking each other off with fake ghost stories and bad edits. But right in the middle of it was a single, weird-ass link:

> www.SuckMeToDeath.jp

Supposedly, if you went to that link at 3:33 AM and clicked the glowing red button that said [I'M READY], a funeral MILF ghost would appear and suck your cock so hard it'd drain the life outta your balls and soul. You'd bust the fattest nut of your life… and then croak.

> "You die smiling. Cock still twitching. Balls empty. Heart stopped."

"She doesn't stop until you cum."

"You can't fight it."

Riku raised an eyebrow. "Bullshit."

But deep down, that fucked-up part of his brain — the horny one that had never known satisfaction — whispered, click it.

He looked at the clock: 3:32 AM.

He cracked his knuckles.

"I've got a twelve-inch dick and a death wish. Let's see this bitch try."

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The Button

The website was just a black void. No links. No music. No text.

Just one button pulsing in the middle like a beating heart:

> [I'M READY]

He grinned and dropped his boxers, that thick, veiny monster of a cock flopping out like a weapon. Already half-hard. Already hungry.

"Hope she's got a stretchy throat," he muttered.

3:33 AM.

Click.

The screen blinked off.

Then the lights in his room flickered.

The air dropped ten degrees.

His breath came out in visible puffs.

And then… she appeared.

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The Arrival

From the shadows near the closet, she stepped out slowly — barefoot, tall, ghostly pale, her face emotionless. She wore a torn funeral kimono barely holding together across her curvy, creamy body. Her heavy tits bounced slightly with each step, no bra beneath. Her long black hair dragged across the floor, and her face was blank, empty — like she'd seen a million dicks… and drained them all.

She didn't say a single fucking word.

She just knelt.

Her cold hands reached out and wrapped around his cock. Her fingers barely closed around his girth. She stared up at him with those dead eyes, tilted her head slightly… and opened her mouth.

> Fuck.

Her mouth stretched wide. WIDER. Like her jaw unhinged. Her tongue slid out like a carpet, cold and wet and fucking perfect.

Then she took the tip into her mouth… and sank down.

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The First Slurp

The second her lips sealed around his shaft, Riku gasped.

It was like sticking his cock into an icy vacuum made of slick heaven.

SCHLLRPPP—

Her throat pulled him in like she was starving for dick.

GLRGHH—GULP—SLRRRKKK—

Her face didn't flinch.

No gag.

No blink.

No mercy.

She deepthroated all 12 inches like her throat was made to live on cock.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth. Strings of spit connected her chin to his balls. Her tongue wrapped under the shaft and pressed against the vein.

Riku's legs buckled.

> "H-holy shit…"

She kept sucking.

Schlurp. Schlurp. Glrk. Glrk.

Like she was milking every drop of soul from his nuts.

Like his cum was keeping her undead ass alive.

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The Twist

But Riku didn't cum.

Not yet.

He grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her face.

Hard.

Ruthless.

Balls slapping her chin, throat bulging with each thrust.

> "You're not killing me with a goddamn blowjob, slut."

"You want this cum? Work for it."

She didn't react.

Didn't resist.

Her tongue curled perfectly as he skullfucked her.

> "Oh, you dead bitch got a throat built for cock, huh?"

He pulled out, cock shining with spit and pre-cum, and shoved her onto her back. Her kimono slipped open — revealing pale, pillowy tits and a ghost-pink pussy that glistened like it had waited centuries for dick.

Without a word, he rammed into her.

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The First Fuck

> "FUCK—"

Her pussy clenched like a vice.

Tight. Cold. Wet.

Like her cunt had suction. Like it wanted to eat him alive.

He pistoned into her like a madman, pounding that ghost cooch like she owed him rent. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her face never changed — eyes wide open, dead inside, but her body twitched beneath him.

> "You think you're taking my soul with your pussy, huh?"

"Nuh-uh. I'm gonna fuck this curse outta you."

He grabbed her by the throat and kept pounding. He came once. Twice. Kept going. Creampied her like he had gallons saved up just for her womb.

She never screamed.

Never stopped.

And when the sun came up?

She was still there.

Lying on his bed.

Legs spread.

Face blank.

Waiting for more.