Platform Rules Ghost Story (2)

First things first — I needed information.

I focused hard and started typing a post on the gallery.

It works.

What felt awkward at first got faster and faster as I went.

So the difficulty really was that fucked. Even the gallery regulars who'd seen every ghost story under the sun were recoiling in disgust.

"Now arriving at Jamsil Station. The doors will open on the…"

We'd arrived at Jamsil. The doors slid wide open, practically begging me to get off.

"Fuck."

Get off? Stay put? I sat there for a moment, stuck in the middle of the decision.

Ask for opinions.

I didn't want to die again. I opened the gallery and hammered out a post as fast as I could.

I sharpened my eyes and scanned the surroundings. No anomalies in sight.

The platform stretched two hundred meters. Over five hundred people — you couldn't take them all in at a glance. Scouring the entire two hundred meters in under a minute was impossible.

This is pure bullshit.

I understood then. Clearing this ghost story on a single life was absolutely impossible. Unless you had god-tier observation skills, you were never getting through it.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Doors closing. Doors closing."

The train doors began to slide shut. After all that agonizing, I decided to leave it to luck. My eyes hadn't been able to figure out what the anomaly even was.

Did I pass?

Did I pass? Did I pass? And if there hadn't been an anomaly — what happened then?

The answer came immediately.

"I'm fucked."

Every single passenger on the train turned to look at me at once, lips curled into bone-chilling smiles.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

At the same time, the lights inside the train went out. From the abyss of total darkness came the announcement.

"This train is bound for hell. This train is bound for hell. This train is bound for hell."

My body burned. Blood reversed course, boiling as if it were cooking me from the inside. I couldn't hold on — I collapsed to the floor.

"Hah… hah… Back to square one."

Round and round and right back where I started. I lay on the floor, seething with irritation.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I'd died twice already. I didn't even know how many lives I had, and I'd already burned two of them. Stress had my eyes rolling back in my skull. One more death and I might be gone for real.

"Sex. Sex. Sex. I want to fuck."

Push a person to the absolute limit and instinct takes over. I didn't try to calm my throbbing cock — I just lay there panting. The people around me were part of the ghost story anyway; none of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them felt disgust looking at me.

Sex. I don't want to die without even getting laid.

I'd left the orphanage and gone straight into a job. I'd burned my entire life just trying to survive. I didn't want to die without ever having sex, without ever dating anyone.

"Ah? Ah? Ah — that woman."

The woman who'd come down the platform stairs. She was so beautiful that even after dying twice, I still remembered her face.

"Why do all the good part-time jobs keep disappearing on me."

So ghost stories talked, too. Maybe she was stuck looping through the same behavior from before she became one.

"Ugh, so annoying."

Pretty face, shitty personality. She was hammering away at her phone, throwing a tantrum.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. My nose pressed into the soft mound ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her pussy. A faint scent of sweat rode in on my breath — the smell between her legs was something I could get addicted to.

Ten minutes until the next station.

I had to finish fucking within ten minutes. There was no guarantee this woman would still be here at the second Jamsil Station.

"Pussy. Pussy. Let me see that pussy."

I reached out and pulled down her black stockings.

"So this is what women's panties look like."

Not on a monitor — an actual pussy, right in front of me. Looking at a real one for the first time in twenty-five years, I nearly cried from pure gratitude. I slipped my fingers into her panties and slowly drew them down.

"So this is a woman's pussy."

Twenty-five years as a virgin. At last, I was face-to-face with one. I spread her open with my index finger and checked inside. It looked exactly like the ones in porn!

And deeper in the dark of that cave, I found a faint shape.

Is that a hymen?

A hymen, revealed in the darkness of her pussy. The light of my life. The salt of my life. The hope of my life — all of it, right here.

"Hallelujah. Fuck, thank you. Thank you for giving me one last chance to take a virgin."

Click.

I lifted my phone and photographed the hymen. Not for a proof post. Her pure virginity was something I alone would keep.

"Virginnnn—"

My eyes rolled back. I kicked my pants off and brought my fully erect twenty-centimeter cock to the entrance of her pussy. This might be the last moment of my life. I was going to spend the end of it thoroughly.

Rip.

I tore through the hymen and buried myself inside. Tight — so tight it was hard to push in. But I didn't have time to feel the pain.

"So this is sex."

Not a metaphor. Actual sex. Tears of pure emotion welled up at my first time.

"Sex. Sex is fucking amazing."

"Easy… nngh. A good part-time job… ahhh. Is there anywhere…?"

The dry, tight pussy grew slick and wet. So anomalies got turned on too. Moving my hips inside that wetness became so much easier.

"Coming once in anomaly pussy."

They say every man is a premature ejaculator on his first time, and they were right. Less than a minute after putting it in, I came inside her womb.

"Coming twice in anomaly pussy."

The anomaly collapsed in a mess of cum, looking obscenely hot. My cock, which had just finished, was already—

"Now arriving at Jamsil Station…"

Already? Ten minutes had passed like a single second. I held back another orgasm and kept thrusting, hips working until the exact moment the doors opened.

I have to live a little longer.

The second the doors opened, I sprinted onto the platform. Transfer to the next train before the erection went down. I left the platform and climbed the stairs — and the woman who'd taken my virginity came walking down them.

Just as expected. The ghost story was endlessly repeating the same scene.

Does virginity refill too?

I hoped it did. So I could take her virginity twice.

"Made it."

I ran up the stairs and reached the platform. The display board was working normally. One minute until the next train.

I swept my eyes around, hunting for a woman I liked.

"I found an ice cream shop I really like. Want to go together?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's do it!"

I spotted a long-haired college girl with a pure, innocent look. Looks: pass. Vibe: pass. Friend: also pass.

"Mm, damn that's good."

I snatched the cone ice cream right out of her hand. The long-haired ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠college girl kept acting like she was still holding it — taking bites out of empty air as if the ice cream were still there.

Looks like I could fit a cock in there.

I slipped a finger into her mouth. The pressure and tightness were just right — if I put my cock in, it'd give a decent amount of stimulation. I carefully spread her lips with my fingers and brought myself forward.

"Time for a blowjob."

After sex came oral. This might be the last day of my life, and I intended to enjoy every position before I died. I thrust into the makeshift mouth-pussy onahole I'd just created.

"Mouth-pussy is fucking incredible—"

"Urgh. Khhk. Heeeeh—"

The long-haired college girl worked her mouth. Her tongue teased and tickled the head of my cock, licking with a completely blank expression. I grabbed her hair and forced her head to move.

"Coming in one shot."

I came in the college girl's mouth. The second load I'd been holding back filled her completely.

"We'll do the rest once we're on the train."

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

"The train is arriving. Please step back behind the safety line."

The train was almost here. The college girls stood up as it pulled in, and I boarded with them.

"Excuse me for a second."

I shoved the people sitting on the seats out of the way. Empty seats. I sat both college girls down.

"We will now begin the hymen inspection ceremony."

I spread their legs and pulled down their panties. Surprisingly, neither of them was a virgin!

"You two are for verification."

Not virgins, so no need to get attached. I immediately opened the gallery and took proof shots.

One registered user seething with envy over the proof post. A guy obsessed with women — his reaction was exactly what I'd expected.

I told them the truth and got blocked on the spot.

"Hah… hah. It's fine. Either I die or I live."

Getting blocked was fine. The block would lift soon enough. Dead or alive, any ban hanging over me would clear out eventually.

Fifty-fifty odds.

Guess right on odd or even and I win. I swallowed hard and walked out through the train doors.