Platform Rule Ghost Story (3)

Fuck, that hurts. Fuck, it hurts. Why the hell do I have to go through this?

I failed the photo again.

In the abyss, my limbs were torn apart and I died.

Is this infinite regression, or am I just suddenly dropping dead?

I had lost my seventh life.

The farthest I had ever made it was ten.

I had passed through the anomaly ten times.

But the end of the ghost story was nowhere in sight.

Is there even an end to this?

There couldn't be a hundred stages, right?

That would mean dying at least ninety more times.

Ninety more deaths—I'd rather just die for real.

This feels like infinite regression. Is it actually infinite regression? What if there's a limit on the number of retries?

I am a serious coward.

The kind of coward who never took a single day of leave in five years because he was terrified of getting fired.

"Fuuuuck. I'm not going to die on the tenth try, right?"

Even after dying seven times and coming back seven times, I couldn't stop fretting over a possible attempt limit.

"Save me. Please save me. I don't want to die."

Terror seized me and I thrashed around.

The process of dying was more terrifying than death itself.

The higher the stage, the longer it took to die.

The anomaly toyed with me like a plaything before killing me.

Limbs torn off, thrashing in agony, dying—dozens of times over.

"Fuuuuck. Sex. Sex. I'm going to live. Fuck."

Inside the subway car—

"Eun-hwa, I'm back. I'm so tired. Comfort me a little."

Seong Eun-hwa. The name of the woman whose virginity I had taken.

The moment I returned to the starting point, I went looking for Eun-hwa.

The only light in this bleak anomaly.

My private nest. Eun-hwa, whose virginity refilled no matter how thoroughly I used her like a dog, was everything to me now—my entire hope.

"Eun-hwa, I love you."

I whispered love into her ear.

Without her, I would already have given up on living.

"Looks like I've already gotten used to Eun-hwa's pussy."

I flipped up her miniskirt and slipped my hand between her panties.

I had learned every one of her weak spots through repeated regressions.

Without touching her hymen, I lightly twisted her clit.

She must have masturbated regularly—Eun-hwa fell into arousal with ease.

"Easy part-time jooob. Why does it always disappear so faaast?"

Eun-hwa always repeated the same lines.

I had heard them so many times I could recite the entire conversation by heart.

"I want an easy, high-paying part-time job too."

"Meee too. I want to get into a sweet, easy jooob."

Her voice broke in fits and starts; sexual excitement left her unable to form proper words.

"Your nipples stretch out like rubber bands."

"Hiiiieeeeh."

Apparently the only places she stimulated when she masturbated were her nipples and clit.

When I stretched her nipples out long, Eun-hwa couldn't even speak.

"Eun-hwa. I love you. Let's kiss too."

I forced her face around.

Facing her, I pressed my mouth to hers hard.

I stole her lips and forced my tongue into her mouth.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding~ The doors are opening."

"We're already at the next station. Eun-hwa, see you in a bit."

On the first train, I limited myself to caressing Eun-hwa.

I got off the train.

I hurried through the transfer corridor and arrived at the next platform.

The place I arrived at was also Jamsil Station, Line 2.

I climbed the stairs and approached Eun-hwa as she was coming down.

"Eun-hwa. Your pussy's all slick and wet again, just like I thought."

I slipped my hand up under her miniskirt.

Inside, she was slick and wet.

The anomaly was recycling a single human being.

The wetness of her pussy was the proof.

"Looking at your phone again, huh. Mind showing me too?"

I forcibly snatched the phone from Eun-hwa's hand.

"Eun-hwa's really into money. Looking for nothing but high-paying part-time gigs."

I was learning her private life piece by piece.

How to find high-paying side jobs, how to make money easy and fast, investment secrets—search terms like those dominated the top of her history.

She was obsessed with money. It felt a little bittersweet, like looking at my past self.

"Warm-up's done. Time to fuck her for real."

But bittersweet feelings were one thing and sex was another.

If she was obsessed with money, I was obsessed with sex.

Sex was my light and my salt.

"I'll be enjoying Eun-hwa's virginity. Thanks for the meal."

I hiked her miniskirt up and hooked her panties around her thighs.

Leaving them half-on like that was hotter than stripping them all the way off.

Click. Click.

I took pictures while admiring how pretty Eun-hwa looked.

If everything reset, the data would vanish completely.

But even if it reset, this pretty version of Eun-hwa only existed right now.

"Part-time jooob. Aaaah."

I rocked my hips as I boarded the train.

"Home, home, home…"

"Yeah, Eun-hwa. I want to go home too."

The tiny one-room studio I had lived in for five years.

A place with nowhere to hang even a single nail—but with things the way they were, I wanted to go back even to a room like that.

"Hiiiieeeeh."

Eun-hwa climaxed, squirting as she came.

"Eun-hwa, I'm coming too."

I came inside her pussy.

I filled her womb full of semen.

"Take care. See you again in a bit."

Feeling thoroughly satisfied, I got off the train.

"Eun-hwa is hilarious."

In front of the stairs at the end of the transfer corridor, Eun-hwa came down with a completely vacant face.

The sight was so funny I filmed her diligently on my phone.

I had gotten a taste for toying with Eun-hwa.

Click. Click.

I photographed her ridiculous expression.

My brain was already throwing a dopamine party.

The excitement wouldn't settle down.

"Chae-eun's body is really pretty."

I stripped the straight-haired college girl clean.

A strip show unfolding on Jamsil Station Line 2.

I admired her figure, then picked up the friend standing next to her.

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The kind of body you got from only doing lifestyle gym work just to stay alive—easy to lift and carry.

"College-girl human toilets, let's go."

I scooped the twin-tailed college girl into my arms and boarded the train.

"Can't skip the proof posts either."

The replies were coming in.

How about it—jealous? Super jealous?

Jealous enough to lose your mind?

I even had infinite regression, so I could fuck women infinitely.

Infinite virgin refills. I could enjoy a beauty's virginity without end.

"Fuck, I never asked for any of this."

What good was infinite regression?

The pain stayed the same, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

Not knowing when the infinite regression would cut out made me feel even more insane.

"Hah, hah—no. Fuck, I'm having fun. Let's go scrape up more."

I needed dopamine. Bigger dopamine.

Bigger dopamine to overpower the terror of death.

Panting like a dog, I opened the gallery.

Around now, right?

I counted the time. Around now, the mods would be gone.

The mods should be gone by now, right?

Tsk. These fools, never having seen a real woman's body, spouting stupid nonsense.

I had collected countless hooks.

Was that all it took? I tilted my head.

Ah, so that was it.

I had thought "are you in your right mind" meant they were blaming me for rape.

They look exactly like humans—is that really such a big deal?

I didn't get it.

The anomalies' appearances were identical to humans.

The texture of their skin, the temperature of their skin—exactly the same as a human's.

Maybe there's a difference between me and these guys…

One guy trying to follow my lead, the gallery members trying to stop him.

The comment count started exploding.

It would break a hundred any second now.

I smiled with satisfaction.

This isn't the reaction I was expecting?

I was also thrown off by the unexpected result.

I had thought they would go crazy with jealousy, but surprisingly these guys weren't envious of me at all.

Ah, whatever. I'll just do what I always do.

In my eyes they were nothing but ridiculously hot human toilets.

Fuck them until they get pregnant and come inside.

But can anomalies even get pregnant?

No idea. I was about to find out.

Ignoring the attempts to stop me, I pulled the college girl close.

Mouth-pussy onahole, coming right up.

I forced her mouth open and shoved my cock in.

Slurp, slurp.

Her tongue moved, stimulating my cock.

I pulled her friend over and kissed her.

Even if he dies, he comes back, right?

Escaping this anomaly was still a long way off.

Even if that guy died, he could be revived after a regression.

Then what am I, that I can come back to life?

There shouldn't be a problem.

If there was a problem, I wouldn't be a mere copy.

"Mmmmmph."

I sucked on the college-girl onahole's breasts.

I chewed her nipples with my teeth while stroking the model college girl's hair with my other hand.

Is this heaven?

If heaven existed, it was here.

I smiled happily and looked up at the ceiling.

"Uuuhh. Want to do the assignment togetheeeer?"

I dumped every drop of semen into her mouth.

Like toilet water flushing down, the white semen slid down her throat.

"Gooood. This weekend, together in my one-rooom."

I grabbed the back of the onahole college girl's head.

Click. Click.

I took pictures with both college girls in my arms.

I was uploading photos one after another.

The moment when all I had to do was hit the post button.

What the fucking hell is that?

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A giant grandmother over two meters tall was coming toward me.