Riku could barely move.
He lay on the ruined mattress — soaked in sweat, breath shallow, legs twitching uncontrollably. His heart fluttered in his chest like a dying moth, weak and desperate. His skin was feverish to the touch, pale in places, flushed red in others. He had long since lost track of how many times she had ridden him, drained him, kissed him, consumed him.
His lips were chapped. His mouth hung open. He couldn't speak anymore.
But his cock…
It still pulsed. Still twitched. Still responded to her presence.
Yurei hovered above him, her long black hair falling like curtains around her face, her pale, perfect body glowing faintly in the half-light of the apartment. Her eyes no longer held that distant, ghostly emptiness. Now they burned with a soft, twisted love — full of hunger and sadness, need and surrender.
> "You can't go yet," she whispered, straddling him slowly. "Not without giving me everything."
She reached between them, her fingers brushing his length gently, coaxing life into it with soft, knowing touches.
He groaned.
Even now… even like this… he responded.
> "I knew you'd still rise for me," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Even if it kills you."
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One Final Ride
She guided him inside herself with unbearable slowness — not rushing, not slamming — just letting the full stretch and pressure build between them. Her body was slick and scorching hot, clenching around him like it had memorized every shape, every curve, every pulse of his length.
Her head fell forward, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she sank down onto him entirely.
> "There," she whispered, voice tight. "That's where you belong."
She began to move.
Slowly.
Sensually.
Her hips rocked in perfect rhythm, grinding into him in long, soaking strokes that drew breathless moans from his throat. He couldn't move anymore — not really — but he could feel. And that was worse.
Every squeeze of her body.
Every wet slide along his shaft.
Every hungry twitch of her muscles trying to milk him again.
She leaned down and kissed his chest, her lips hot, leaving trails of steam and need along his trembling skin.
> "You were mine the moment you clicked that button," she murmured. "But now, I'm yours, too. Forever."
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Death by Pleasure
He was close. Again.
And this time, it was different.
His body wasn't tensing with lust. It was shivering with weakness. His vision blurred. His heart slowed.
But the pleasure built anyway.
And Yurei felt it.
She quickened her pace — grinding down, rolling her hips, her thighs soaked, her breathing ragged. Her breasts bounced against his chest. Her hair clung to her skin. Her moans became low and choked, desperate as she clung to him with everything she had.
> "Don't die yet," she begged, voice cracking. "Not until I feel it. Not until you're deep inside me again."
Riku's mouth parted.
No sound came out.
But his release did.
Hot. Heavy. Deep.
He came inside her for the last time — a final burst of life offered to the woman who had taken everything else. His body jerked once, violently. Then again. And then… stillness.
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The End
Yurei collapsed against him, her body twitching in the aftershocks of orgasm. She kissed his neck softly, gently. Her fingers traced his jaw.
She listened.
No breath.
No heartbeat.
Her eyes trembled.
> "You… were mine…" she whispered. "And I was yours."
Her arms tightened around his chest.
She didn't move.
She didn't vanish.
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The next morning, they found his body lying peacefully in bed. No sign of struggle. No violence. Just a faint smile on his face… and strange wet marks all over his lower half.
The police couldn't explain it.
The priest couldn't bless it.
The apartment stayed locked for years.
But sometimes, late at night, if you visit that site...
And click I'm Ready...
A quiet voice might whisper in your ear:
> "I've been waiting for someone just like you."