By now, Riku had stopped asking questions.
He didn't care why the ghost never left.
He didn't care how she kept coming back, or why his balls hadn't shriveled up and dropped off after twelve straight days of getting drained.
He only cared about the way her body kept changing — how her once cold, silent cunt now twitched, gushed, and clenched around his cock like it was the only thing that kept her tethered to this world.
Yurei wasn't just taking his cock anymore.
She was feeling it.
And this morning, she was desperate.
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She Moans Like a Real Woman
Riku woke up to the feeling of raw heat wrapped around his cock.
Yurei was already on top of him, riding him without mercy, her pussy swallowing his dick whole and sucking like it was alive.
But something was different.
Her breath was shaky.
Her back arched.
Her voice — that dead, silent voice — finally cracked.
> "Ah… ahhh—nnghh…"
Her moans spilled out like broken music. Her pale tits bounced wildly as her hips slammed down over and over again, creamy thighs clapping against his. Riku looked up and saw it.
A blush.
A small, flushed tint rising in her cheeks.
> "Holy shit… are you actually turned on?"
She gasped. Her hands gripped his chest. Her pussy squeezed him hard. Tighter than ever.
She moaned again.
> "Mmmph—haahhh—d-don't stop…"
> "Say that again," Riku growled, grabbing her hips. "You're finally waking up, huh, ghost bitch?"
> "Nn—haa… more…"
And just like that, she came.
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Her First Orgasm
Her body spasmed violently — legs shaking, hips jerking, pussy exploding in slick. Her thighs squeezed around him, and her eyes rolled back as her cunt milked his cock with wild, sucking pulses.
> "Fuck—she's cumming…" he muttered, watching her squirt down his shaft.
She collapsed against his chest, breath hot against his neck, still twitching as her pussy throbbed.
For the first time ever, she didn't feel like a curse.
She felt like a real, breathing woman who'd just been fucked senseless.
And Riku had done that.
He had broken her.
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The First Kiss
Later that day, while he sat on the edge of the bed drinking water, Yurei crawled toward him slowly.
Naked. Trembling.
She pressed her face into his lap, kissing the base of his softening cock. Then she looked up — her eyes no longer empty, but hazy… needy.
She crawled up his body, straddled his lap, and leaned in.
Then she did something she had never done since the curse began.
She kissed him.
Her lips were soft and cold, but they lingered on his — hesitant, trembling, almost shy. Riku grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in deeper, tongue invading her mouth.
She moaned into the kiss.
> "You're mine now, huh?" he whispered. "You don't just want the cock anymore… you want me."
She nodded slowly. One single tear rolled down her cheek.
Then she shoved his cock back inside her soaking wet pussy — and started riding again.
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She Clings Now
From that night forward, Yurei never left his side.
She clung to him under the covers.
She spooned him with his cock buried in her cunt.
She whimpered softly whenever he pulled out.
And worst of all — she started grinding on him in his sleep.
One night, Riku woke up to the sound of wet, rhythmic slaps under the blanket. Yurei was on top of him again, riding his cock slowly, her eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
> "You really can't stop anymore, can you?" he whispered.
She didn't speak — just kissed him again, riding his cock until she came for the third time that night.
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Possessiveness
It wasn't just lust now.
It was obsession.
If Riku tried to jerk off without her, she appeared instantly and bit his neck.
If he ignored her for more than an hour, she'd shove him down and start sucking his cock until he passed out.
When he accidentally mentioned an ex-girlfriend during a random thought, Yurei froze — her eyes narrowed, and her pussy clenched so tight around his cock that it almost hurt.
She wasn't letting go anymore.
This wasn't just a blowjob curse.
This was a full-on sex haunting.
A ghost, bound to him by cum and cock… and now, possibly, something even deeper.