The countryside was too damn quiet.
Takeshi yawned, stretched his arms, and kicked a rock off the dirt path. Summer break was supposed to be fun—beer, girls, video games. Instead, he was stuck in his cousin's rural village with no signal, no AC, and no porn. The only thing that worked was the old CRT TV in the spare room and a stack of scratched DVDs labeled in marker.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I'd rather get possessed than spend another day here."
As if summoned, a voice called out behind him.
"You ever heard of the Whore of the Well?"
Takeshi turned. It was Kenta, his scrawny cousin, chewing a toothpick and looking way too pleased with himself.
"Sounds like a bad porn title."
"It's real, dude. The story says if you drop something lewd into the old shrine well and jerk off that night, she'll crawl out and fuck your brains out."
Takeshi rolled his eyes. "Right. Let me guess, her pussy's cursed and drains your life or some shit?"
Kenta grinned. "Only if you cum more than seven times. Otherwise, it's just the best nut of your life."
"Liar."
Kenta shrugged. "I dare you. Drop a porn disc in tonight. If she doesn't show up, I'll stop talking about ghost pussy forever."
Takeshi raised an eyebrow. "And if she does?"
"You get a ghost girlfriend with G-cup tits who can deepthroat souls."
Takeshi snorted. "Fine. You're on."
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The sun dipped low by the time he reached the shrine. The old well sat behind it, ringed by mossy stones and tied-off with a single paper charm—barely hanging on after decades of rain.
He popped open the scratched DVD case. On the front was a Sharpie title: "Busty Nurses Take It Raw."
Perfect.
"Enjoy," he muttered, tossing it into the well. It clattered once, echoed down, then silence.
The shrine wind chime jingled behind him.
Goosebumps prickled his skin.
"Creepy," he muttered, and walked back to the house.
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That night, the crickets outside buzzed loud as hell.
Takeshi lay on the tatami futon in nothing but boxers, fan blowing warm air across his chest. The old CRT flickered static in the corner of the room.
"No signal, no Wi-Fi, no porn," he grumbled, reaching under the blanket and gripping his dick. "Guess I'm the entertainment tonight."
He stroked slowly, lazily, closing his eyes and imagining big tits bouncing, soft moans, maybe a slutty nurse in thigh-highs. The rhythm was good. He bit his lip, breathing heavier.
Then—click.
His eyes snapped open.
The TV was on. It glowed a sickly blue.
"What the fuck…"
He sat up.
That's when he saw the screen drip.
Water. Clear, wet drips sliding down the glass like someone had just stepped out of the rain.
The air turned cold.
Then—a hand reached out.
A pale, slender hand pressed against the screen and pushed through. Long, soaked strands of black hair followed, hanging like curtains of death. The room filled with a faint scent—like old water, moss, and something faintly sweet.
She crawled out.
Her tits bounced softly as her soaked naked body slithered forward, glistening with unnatural wetness. Her skin was pale but flushed at the cheeks, lips soft and parted, eyes glassy like she hadn't blinked in years.
Her heavy black hair clung to her shoulders, nipples hard and glistening from the cold. Her pussy was completely shaved, pink and slick, as if already wet from arousal.
Takeshi couldn't move.
His dick was still hard under the blanket.
She looked at him. Tilted her head. Water dripped onto the floorboards.
"You offered," she whispered.
Her voice sounded like rushing water, echoing faintly. "You dropped your desire into my well. You called me."
Takeshi opened his mouth to scream.
She was suddenly on top of him.
---
The blanket was yanked away. His cock stood tall, twitching. She stared at it, licking her lips like she hadn't seen one in centuries.
"I've waited so long…"
She straddled him, her soaking thighs on either side of his hips. Her pussy hovered above his tip, dripping onto it. Warm. Slippery. Perfect.
Takeshi grunted, still frozen. "What the fuck…?"
She lowered herself.
The moment his cock slid into her, his mind went blank.
Tight. Wet. Heavenly.
Her pussy clenched around him like a warm, living vice. It wasn't just wet—it was soaking, practically flooding. Her hips sank slowly, taking every inch with a squelch that echoed through the room.
"Ahhh~" she moaned, her back arching, tits swaying. "You're big… you're filling me…"
Takeshi gasped. His hands shot to her hips instinctively. Her ass was soft, plump, and bounced with each thrust.
She started moving.
Slow at first. Grinding. Rocking. Her hands pressed against his chest as she fucked herself on his cock.
"I haven't felt this in so long," she whispered, eyes fluttering. "I want your cum. I want it deep inside me."
Takeshi groaned. "This… this is a dream…"
Her pussy sucked him in harder, clenching like she was going to milk him dry.
"You'll cum for me," she said, her pace picking up. "Again… and again…"
She leaned down and kissed his neck—cold lips, warm breath. Her tits pressed against his chest, nipples hard like ice.
"I'm Mizuki. The one you offered to."
Her hips slammed harder now, wet sounds echoing as her ass clapped against his thighs.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He couldn't stop. His cock throbbed inside her. She moved like a girl possessed—because she was. Her moans were rising, higher-pitched, more desperate.
"Cum in me," she whispered, licking the shell of his ear. "Breed me. Make me yours. I'll never leave."
Takeshi's balls tightened.
He gasped. "I'm gonna—shit—I'm gonna cum—"
"Do it. Cum inside me. Flood me."
He exploded.
His hips bucked, cock twitching as thick, hot cum poured into her soaked ghost cunt. She moaned in ecstasy, throwing her head back, hair flying.
"Yesss~! That's it~! Fill me! Fill my womb!"
He came hard. So hard it made him dizzy. It felt endless—her pussy milking every drop.
She collapsed on his chest, panting.
"More… tomorrow night…"
And then—she vanished.
Water evaporated from the floorboards. The room was silent.
Takeshi lay there, cock soft, body soaked in sweat and ghost girl juices.
He stared at the ceiling, eyes wide.
"…What the fuck just happened?"