Takeshi was losing his mind.
It had only been two days since Mizuki crawled out of his TV, climbed onto his cock, and rode him like her ghost life depended on it—but it felt like she'd been haunting him forever.
Not haunting like boo and chains. No—haunting like leaving his cock sore, his balls empty, and his sanity slipping between moans and creampies.
He sat on the edge of the futon, staring at his reflection in the window.
Was he pale? Tired? Horny?
Definitely horny.
Even after Mizuki vanished from the bathtub last night, her scent lingered. His dick still twitched thinking about how her soaking wet pussy gripped him, how she moaned for his cum like it was holy water.
"Fuck," he muttered, palming his bulge through his boxers. "This isn't normal…"
She wasn't normal.
---
The bathroom mirror fogged by itself again.
It was early evening. The air was still. No steam, no shower.
Just fog. Slow, creeping mist that spiraled across the glass like a ghost's breath.
Takeshi stared at it, toothbrush hanging from his mouth.
The outline of a woman's body appeared in the reflection.
Tall. Wet. Nude.
He spun around.
Nothing.
Turned back.
There she was.
Mizuki, reflected perfectly in the mirror, standing right behind him, water dripping from her bare nipples, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
"You're hard again," she whispered.
Takeshi dropped his toothbrush.
"Mizuki, what the fuck—"
Her reflection smirked.
"I like watching you… especially when you stroke it."
The light flickered. She was still just a reflection—but now her hands were moving across the glass, palms flat, as if she wanted to reach through and touch him.
---
That night, Takeshi avoided every mirror.
He shut the TV off, covered the window, flipped over every reflective surface. He even jerked off in the dark, no phone, no screen, no porn—just memory.
He lay back, stroking slow, remembering her soft moans, the wet slapping of her thighs on his hips, the way her icy pussy clung to him when she came—
His hand sped up. He groaned. "Fuck…"
Then he felt it.
Hands on his hips.
Cold.
A slippery tongue dragging up his spine.
He sat up with a jolt—but couldn't move.
His reflection was moving.
In the mirror across the room, Mizuki crouched behind his naked body, grinning like a perverted demon. He was still mid-stroke—but now it wasn't just his hand.
Her ghostly hands were wrapped around his cock, jerking him fast while grinding her bare tits against his back.
"I said I liked watching…"
He gasped, hips twitching. "W-what the hell is this?!"
She leaned in, biting his ear. "You came three times already. You think I wouldn't notice?"
He grunted, her phantom grip squeezing the base of his cock.
Then she mounted him from behind.
Literally.
Her body phased through the mirror and into his bed, her soaked thighs straddling his waist, her slick pussy pressing against his ass as she leaned forward, breathing against his neck.
"You need to be punished…"
---
Her hand reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it between her legs.
She didn't wait this time.
She slammed down, swallowing his dick in one greedy, wet motion that made both of them moan like beasts.
"FUCK—Mizuki!"
"Ahhh~ You feel even better when you're scared~!"
Her hips slapped down fast, ass clapping against his thighs as she rode him reverse-cowgirl, head thrown back, tits bouncing wildly. Water flew from her body with every bounce, splashing the walls, the sheets, the mirror—
"Cum inside again," she panted. "Give me that thick fucking load—I want it—I NEED it—"
Takeshi's fingers dug into her hips.
Her pussy clenched, tightening as she fucked herself stupid on his cock, moaning louder, losing rhythm, grinding her clit down onto his pelvis.
"I'm gonna—shit—I'm gonna cum—!"
"DO IT. FUCKING FILL ME—AHHH—!"
He exploded inside her.
Hot, heavy cum flooded her dripping cunt, spurting deep as she moaned out like she was being exorcised. Her body shook. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy pulsed around his shaft, sucking out every drop.
She slumped forward, twitching, pussy leaking white.
Then she turned and kissed him.
Deep.
Wet.
Possessive.
"You're mine now," she whispered against his lips. "Your cum belongs to me."
She vanished.
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Takeshi lay there, cock soft, body twitching, skin soaked in sweat and ghost juice.
The mirror across the room fogged up again.
In the center, drawn with a single finger:
"I'll see you tomorrow, husband."