The Submissive Ghost
The ghost and I sat facing each other in the cramped little space in front of the rooftop door, and launched into a rather peculiar conversation.
"My name is Hwaryeong."
The moment I heard her name, I was about to give her mine. Then it hit me — I didn't know my own name. More precisely, I didn't know the name of the body I'd possessed. I was going to have to live as this person from now on, so handing her my original name felt... complicated.
I asked Hwaryeong to give me a moment, then rummaged through the phone looking for information. Before long, I found the name registered to the email account.
Kim Mumyeong.
......
What a half-assed name. The protagonist of the previous work had at least sounded reasonably normal. Maybe the guy I'd possessed wasn't even the main character.
I'll think about that later.
For now, I introduced myself to Hwaryeong.
"My name is Kim Mumyeong."
Strangely enough, just saying my name made a quiet embarrassment creep up on me. It felt like sitting down across from someone at a blind date for the very first time — that fresh, awkward atmosphere of catching each other's eyes, watching for a reaction, carefully choosing your words.
The problem was that the other party wasn't a person. She was a ghost. And the venue wasn't some nice café or a park, either. It was a damp, dark abandoned building. Right in front of the rooftop door. The same place where, just moments ago, an anomaly had been chasing me down to kill me.
And yet, strangely, a light, almost pleasant mood hung between us — one that had no business existing in a place like this.
...Am I on a blind date with a ghost right now?
The thought crossed my mind. No — wait. I'd already agreed to be her husband. This wasn't a blind date. It was more like a marriage interview. A matchmaking meeting with the wedding already decided. I wasn't entirely sure. I'd never been in a situation like this in my life, so my head was a complete mess.
And yet, strangely enough, looking at Hwaryeong's face, I found myself not really caring about any of it.
...Is this how powerful a pretty face really is?
It's not like I'd ever seen anyone this beautiful in my entire life. If you ignored the fact that the woman in front of me was a ghost, I could almost convince myself this situation wasn't so bad.
"If you keep staring at me like that, even I get embarrassed..."
"Ah..."
I felt a flicker of embarrassment. But she was going to be my wife now... well, my ghost-wife. And Hwaryeong didn't seem like the aggressive type. In that case, I figured I could take a small step forward myself.
"I-I just... you're so pretty, I couldn't help it..."
The moment the words left my mouth, I felt embarrassed for no reason. Honestly, it sounded a bit like something a guy in his forties would say trying to be charming. I averted my eyes, belatedly mortified.
Hwaryeong stared right at me. And then, out of nowhere, she said:
"Would you like to...?"
She suddenly pushed her chest toward me. I looked at that and thought, would I like to what, exactly — that was my first reaction, but I figured out what she meant soon enough.
Honestly, I fucking wanted to. I wanted to grab those soft-looking tits and squeeze the hell out of them. But I still needed to build some trust with Hwaryeong, seeing as she was a ghost... or so I told myself, even as my hand was already reaching for her chest.
My hand was being extremely honest.
I'm losing it. She's actually got me bewitched.
I still didn't fully trust Hwaryeong the ghost. In one corner of my mind, an alarm was blaring that I might be walking myself straight into the afterlife, bewitched by a spirit. But the voluptuous curves swelling beneath that thin fabric, and the faint, sweet, cool scent of her body drifting toward me — my reason went completely numb.
A ghost having a scent is one thing, but damn, she smells good...
Bewitched by a sensuality so overwhelming it crushed even a coward's instincts, my trembling fingertips finally touched Hwaryeong's soft breast. I'd expected it to be cold, but for some reason her chest was warm — just like a real human body. It was warmth through fabric, but I felt it clearly. I couldn't make sense of the questions forming in my head.
The sensation traveling through my fingertips, through that lewd hanbok, was softer and springier than I'd imagined. She was a ghost, and yet the feeling came through perfectly — so fantastically that my cock sprang straight up.
As I slowly closed my palm around the full, overflowing curve, a strange, delicate moan slipped from between Hwaryeong's lips.
"Mmnh... your hands... they're so warm..."
She seemed to feel it properly too, even through the clothes. Hwaryeong tilted her head back slightly and looked up at me with eyes that were both provocative and utterly submissive. Her flushed cheeks and half-lidded gaze were the very picture of a woman receiving her husband's touch with her entire body.
A thrill raced up my spine so intense I completely forgot she was a ghost, completely forgot we were inside a horror game. Faced with the lush, sensual temptation of a ghost meekly offering her breasts as my wife, I threw away whatever reason I had left and squeezed harder.
No man could run from a situation like this. Anyone who'd bolt just because she was a ghost would have to be an even bigger coward than me — or a eunuch.
Hwaryeong noticed the bulge straining against my pants like it was about to burst, and she smiled, folding her eyes in a sultry little curve.
"Oh my... Husband, it seems things down there are terribly angry."
Her soft, melting voice tickled my ear.
"H-Husband...?"
I was more shocked by that filthy, arousing form of address purring against my ear than by the fact that she'd noticed my obvious erection. Getting hard in a situation like this wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Any man would get an erection in something this blatant.
"Perhaps 'Husband' isn't to your taste? Would 'Gege' suit you better? Young people these days have so much information, it's hard to match their preferences..."
"Uh... 'Husband' is... good, actually... but Gege...?"
I knew "Gege" was a term for husband in wuxia stories, but...
"I may not look it, but I do keep quite well informed. They call it Gen Z these days, don't they? I heard wuxia has become quite popular now, as webtoons. You seem rather on the young side, so I thought I might try to match your tastes."
Gen Z...?
How the hell had Hwaryeong gotten her hands on information like that? I had a pretty good idea, actually, but I decided not to ask. If I did, the nice mood would shatter and I'd probably get scared all over again.
Hwaryeong giggled and laid her delicate hand over the back of mine, still gripping her breast.
"Then I'll just call you Husband. Your face is exactly the kind that likes being called that."
The corners of her eyes curved softly, and her red lips moved.
"By the way... Husband, are you only going to fiddle with my clothes? Don't you want to feel your wife's skin properly?"
Hwaryeong slipped the thin fabric from her shoulders herself, baring the pale, full breasts hidden underneath. The flushed nipples perched at the tips of that white flesh trembled faintly, snaring my gaze in an instant.
"Go on... touch me as much as you want, Husband. If you wish it... I can give you everything, anytime. It's only natural for a wife to serve her husband."
Hwaryeong's hot breath against my ear and the feel of her full breasts — my reason had already melted away long ago. The fact that this was a horror game, the reality that the woman in front of me was a ghost — all of it went white and blank in my head.
I didn't refuse. I pinched and teased the nipples standing eager for my touch, gently rubbed those lewdly shaped areolae, then grabbed her whole breast in one rough handful. Her big tits didn't even fit in my hand all at once. That visual violence sent satisfaction surging through me.
"You're touching me dirtier than I expected... Husband, you're a pervert."
Hwaryeong whispered it teasingly, but she arched her back like a bow, pushing her breasts even deeper into my hands. I squeezed hard enough that the soft flesh spilled out between my fingers, and her flushed nipples stiffened, poking into my palms.
"A pervert? That's because you keep acting so damn sexy, Hwaryeong."
"Oh my, what a convenient excuse... haah, Husband, your hands are so rough..."
She was only playing coy, complaining that I was being rough — but her unfocused eyes were growing wet and glazed with pleasure. Hwaryeong panted, her breath coming short, and started groping at my pants with one hand.
My pants slid down. Her cool, soft hand slipped inside my underwear and seized my thick, furiously hard cock in one motion.
"Nnh..."
"Yours is... so much more honest than my breasts, Husband."
Hwaryeong licked her lower lip with a sultry flick of her tongue and slowly stroked the shaft of my hot, throbbing cock up and down. Apparently satisfied with the heavy feel of it filling her grip, she smiled and slowly sank to her knees.