The Story of How a Virgin Got Hooked by a Ghost
I’m telling the story of how a lifelong loser got intimate with a ghost.
I opened my eyes.
The room was exactly as it had been before I fell asleep. It was still night; the world beyond the window was dark, and every so often I could hear cars passing on the road nearby.
I was lying there, blankly staring at the ceiling, when I suddenly noticed a woman with a tangle of black hair walking toward me.
I jerked, trying to sit up, but I couldn’t even twitch a finger.
Then a chill ran down my spine as I understood.
Ah. Sleep paralysis.
I dreamed often enough.
But I never remembered the content. I always had the feeling that I had dreamed something, yet couldn’t recall what it had been.
Maybe that was why.
Even though I knew I was dreaming, even though I realized I’d been pinned by sleep paralysis, I don’t think I felt much fear after the first instant.
The ghostly woman slowly climbed onto the bed, then straddled my body.
For a moment we just stared at each other.
I wondered what on earth she was planning, and the ghost probably found my deadpan reaction bewildering.
After scratching her head for a moment, clearly thinking hard, she suddenly snapped her fingers and changed shape.
Long, lustrous black hair tied back in a ponytail.
She wore a red outfit that left the outline of her breasts fully visible.
Her calves were bare, and so were her sturdy thighs. The only thing covering her long, straight lower body was a single scrap of red cloth.
And that face—cute, feline, and faintly erotic all at once.
I couldn’t bring myself to say her name for copyright reasons, but she was unmistakably one of the most famous female characters in fighting-game history, and she was sitting on top of me.
My healthy body reacted immediately. That’s just what a healthy man’s body did in a situation like this.
Seeing the hot response from my lower half, she gave a knowing grin, as if to say, Well, of course, and began untying the string of the underwear slung precariously around her hips.
I swallowed hard without meaning to.
My hand rose on its own. Then it moved toward the soft, rounded swell of her breast.
That was instinct too. Pure instinct.
I had no idea what gave some pathetic virgin who’d never touched a woman’s chest in his life the courage to do that. I guess it was because I knew I was dreaming.
So yes—pure instinct.
But when my hand approached her breast, she frowned and slapped it away.
So even ghosts had lines they wouldn’t cross.
Looking dejected, I lowered my hand again, and she tossed something backward. I couldn’t see it clearly, but judging by the situation, it was probably the underwear that had been covering her lower half.
And then, before I could even process it, my own underwear was gone too, and from my furious lower body came the sensation of something soft, warm, and slightly damp—like a valley opening to receive me.
Wow.
I hurriedly looked down, but the red cloth covering my groin was in the way, and I couldn’t see what was happening below. This was the first time I had ever resented a character costume this much.
She lifted her hips, grabbed me by the shaft, and aimed me at herself.
Then she slowly lowered her body.
Wow.
Through the swollen, throbbing head of my cock, I could feel every tiny fold, every damp and tender texture, with terrifying vividness.
A warm, wet sensation enveloped the whole of me.
When she’d fully taken me inside, she let out one hot breath, closed her eyes slightly, and began to move her hips with slow, savoring motions.
Wow.
Before I knew it, a sound of shock escaped me. The cool, rational, almost sage-like part of my brain had already been erased completely.
I could only twitch and tremble like reeds whipped by a typhoon, helplessly thrown about with every sway of her hips.
Good God.
I’d really lost out on life. Was I the only one who didn’t know about this?
If I’d had any experience at all, I would have realized instantly that this absurd pleasure was nowhere near normal, but I’d never even properly kissed anyone, let alone had sex, so I assumed this must just be how it was supposed to feel.
Lost in the violent ecstasy that seared white from the tips of my toes all the way to the ends of my hair, I somehow reached out toward the beautiful twin mounds that were spilling free from her clothes.
Right. This was just instinct too. If there were such tempting little mountains swaying right in front of me, it was only natural to want to grab them.
But even while panting and releasing hot breaths, she slapped my hand away again.
My hand, having lost its place, wandered for a moment before landing on her hips.
At some point, the smooth, firm curve beneath my palms had become slick with sweat.
Fortunately, that part was apparently fine.
Clasping her hips firmly with both hands, I stopped merely accepting her movements passively and began thrusting upward with all my strength.
At once her back arched and her head snapped back. Then the soft flesh gripping my cock suddenly began to tighten with incredible force.
Hhk!
I nearly passed out. I’m not joking—at that instant, when everything suddenly clamped down on me, I nearly came and blacked out right then and there.
I wasn’t holding back; she wasn’t letting me. She was squeezing so tightly that I didn’t even dare try to let go.
With her body bent back and trembling, she eventually lowered herself and sprawled over me.
Her hot breath brushed the nape of my neck so vividly that it was hard to believe she was truly a ghost.
I was already half out of my mind from what had just happened, but the moment that scorching breath swept over my neck, my senses snapped back into place.
I didn’t know why. I still don’t know why I did it. But the instant my mind cleared, I grabbed her body and flipped us over.
In a heartbeat, our positions reversed.
She looked up at me with wide, startled eyes, and for some reason, she suddenly seemed incredibly adorable.
So I kissed her.
There was a moment of hesitation at first, but before long she opened her mouth and accepted the kiss with equal fervor.
How long did our tongues tangle together while our breaths mingled in the heat? When I moved my lips from hers to her neck, she gasped again and wrapped her arms tightly around my back.
From neck to collarbone, and from collarbone to the valley between her breasts.
Earlier she hadn’t even let me touch her, but now she didn’t seem to care that I was gripping, biting, and sucking at her with my mouth.
After teasing her chest for a good while, I grabbed the outfit that was now half on, half off, and tore it cleanly in two with both hands.
When I hooked my hands behind her knees and lifted her hard, I saw the delicate seam between her wet thighs.
With no freckles, no blemishes, and that flesh flushed red from what had just happened, a strange sense of conquest rose up inside me.
I lowered my mouth and sucked at her right there. Since she was a ghost, there wasn’t even any smell.
She seized my hair and trembled violently, almost convulsing. I didn’t know for sure, but she seemed to be enjoying it a great deal.
After serving her like that for a long while, she seemed to lose strength and could only gasp with unfocused eyes, unable to move.
I became intoxicated by that odd sense of conquest. Maybe that was why my own manhood was throbbing even harder than before.
I aimed at the soaked slit between her thighs and pushed my hips forward.
Wow.
Even though she looked utterly spent, the instant I entered she tightened around me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Was this what people meant by a truly exceptional woman?
She twisted helplessly, unable to gather her wits. Every time she did, the sensation of that clutching flesh around me made me lose my own mind all over again.
How long did I drive my hips like a madman? At last, with an endless rush of release, I spilled everything I had into her.
When I finally stopped moving, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and a faintly resentful expression.
Slowly, I collapsed onto her body. Soaked in sweat, we lay there and luxuriated in the strange heat of our mingled body temperatures.
Was she really a ghost?
Weren’t the dead supposed to be cold?
While I was lost in those idle thoughts, her hand suddenly came up and gently stroked my back, as if to soothe me.
Why did even that touch feel so sweet?
I felt like I could drift straight off to sleep, but I shook my head and pushed myself up.
Then I caught her face, which looked faintly flustered, and kissed her again.
This time it wasn’t a kiss that felt like I was trying to devour her. It was gentler, sweeter, softer.
After hesitating for a moment, she held my cheeks in both hands, met my eyes, and said,
“You are quite the sly thing. I’ll have to see that no other woman lays a hand on you so easily.”
I had no idea what that meant.
But before I could even ask, I felt as though I were sinking into a deep swamp, flailed around helplessly for a moment, and then finally woke up.
In the dream, the room that had only moments before been wrapped in deep night had somehow turned bright with midday light.
Blinding sunlight poured in through the window, almost aggressively sharp, and the noisy chirping of sparrows came at me in waves.
Surely I was still in a dream, right?
I wiggled my fingers and toes. They moved just fine. But they had moved just fine in the dream too. At first I hadn’t been able to move at all, but at some point I’d been able to move freely.
“A-ah.”
I tried making a sound. My voice came out oddly thin, but it did come out. That was definitely different from the dream, where I hadn’t been able to say a single word.
Only then did I slowly sit up and stretch.
But something was wrong.
There was a strange heaviness in my chest, a weight I had never felt before.
My gaze drifted downward naturally, and there they were: pretty breasts, round and soft as ripe peaches.
“...”
For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing.
Did I somehow gain too much weight in my sleep and develop gynecomastia or something?
Impossible. No matter how you looked at it, there was no way something like that could happen in a single night.
I hurried out of bed and walked to the full-length mirror standing in the corner of the studio apartment.
“...”
When people are too shocked, words fail them. That was exactly what was happening to me.
The person standing in front of the mirror was the exact woman I had seen in my dream. More precisely, a woman who looked so much like a video-game cosplayer that you’d believe it at a glance, standing there in nothing but a single pair of feminine panties.
“Good Lord.”
I lifted a hand and pinched my cheek hard. The skin beneath my fingers was soft, smooth, and even velvety—completely unlike my old body. Honestly, the fact that it hurt when I pinched it was less distracting than how unnervingly different it felt.
Still tugging my cheek as if I were playing with slime, I finally remembered what the ghost had said in the dream.
You are quite the sly thing. I’ll have to see that no other woman lays a hand on you so easily.
Could she really have meant this?
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