Ghost Sex
Aah... It began devouring her body again, indulging itself to the full. The entity remained invisible. Yet now its shape was starting to form in her mind. It felt like a beast. But several sticky tentacles sprouted from it. Even now those mollusk-like limbs were violating her, sliding over her skin. She hated the comparison, but they reminded her of a man's cock. And still she could not move a single finger. No, she no longer even considered resisting. She already knew that no matter how she thrashed, she could never break free. So... she had learned to accept it. It had become routine. It would end when time ran its course, just as it always did. That was what Hyesu told herself.
All she wanted now was for this moment to pass quickly. And, if possible, for her graduation project to survive untouched. She squeezed her eyes shut. The rising tide of shame, disgust, and self-loathing—she crushed it all down. It would be over soon. It always passed. That was all she allowed herself to think.
She felt the sticky, wet thing glide across her breasts. Aah! Gooseflesh rippled over her. Nausea surged; she fought it down with everything she had. Her teeth sank deeper into her lip until she tasted blood. Tears slipped from beneath her clenched eyelids. All the while the tentacle-like horror crawled lower, tracing her body with slow, deliberate hunger. A chill shook her. Instinct screamed in revulsion. But there was nothing she could do.
The thing caressed her like a lover now, stroking her thighs, cupping her buttocks, then worming its way between them. Aah! That sickeningly viscous wetness once again revealed its monstrous greed. Aah... She hated it. She truly, desperately hated it. Even if this was only a nightmare, even if it was nothing more than stress-born lust given form, she still hated it. It was repulsive. Loathsome. Utterly humiliating.
Yet the worst torment was that she could not refuse it. The fact that resistance was impossible disgusted her. Even more revolting was her own body, which had begun—slowly, shamefully—to feel pleasure while enduring the act.
“Hngh...” A moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her body was responding to the slick caresses whether she wanted it to or not. It was no longer simple disgust that made her tremble; a strange, treacherous pleasure had lifted its head, and now her skin crawled for an entirely different reason.
Dirty... It’s so dirty...
Perhaps it had begun the moment she gave up fighting. Yes, from then on her body had grown painfully honest. She felt her senses sharpening to an unbearable degree beneath the terrible fondling. Aah… The way moans kept tearing from her throat against her will made her hate herself more than the creature ever could.
At last the tentacle took interest in the space between her legs. It rubbed against her underwear as though trying to smear its slime into the fabric. Hyesu’s body jerked. She realized the growing wetness there was not only from the thing’s fluids. Heat flooded through her. Shame swelled until she thought she might burst.
“Ha…” Another moan escaped, unbidden.
It tore her underwear away. Now the sensation was unbearably clear. Thick, sticky, and long, it pressed against the entrance of her sex. Aah! She hated it. She hated it so much.
“Ugh… ngh…” Her body betrayed her again, flooding with unwanted pleasure. It teased her folds with slow, deliberate strokes, deliberately building her arousal. The stimulation was electric, sharp currents stabbing deep into her core with every pass. I hate this… I hate it… It’s filthy!!
She denied it, she loathed it, yet her body remained brutally honest. A flood of her own juices poured out, soaking her thighs. Her heart, which had been hammering with terror, now raced for another, darker reason. She was ashamed of herself. So ashamed she wanted to die.
But then—aaaaah—the pleasure struck her mind like lightning. Her hips, which had felt paralyzed, bucked and shuddered on their own. Finally the hideous tentacle pushed inside her and began to ravage her without mercy.
Aah… Aaaaah… She could not endure it. Pleasure crashed over her in waves, swallowing her whole. Her vision bleached white. Her thoughts narrowed to a single point. Aaaaah! Aah! Lewd cries tore from her throat. Her body twisted and writhed as if possessed. In the deluge of ecstasy, fear vanished completely.
Ah! Was this what they called spirit attachment? The obscene pleasure tearing through her insides felt far too vivid, too real. Could something like this truly be a nightmare? She no longer knew. She honestly no longer knew whether she had any right to call this pleasure a nightmare at all.
Haa… haa… ha… haa…
Her breathing grew ragged. Strength bled from her limbs. Sweat poured down her burning skin. Every nerve felt raw, hypersensitive. She had not been a virgin. After starting university she had dated, even lived with a boyfriend for a while. Her parents never knew. The relationship had not lasted long, but it had been real. She was not overly experienced, yet she was not innocent either. Sex with someone she loved had been clumsy at first, but joyful. How could she have hated it? Back then she had been little more than a girl, convinced the boy in front of her might be her future.
Those memories of awkward, ecstatic pleasure remained with her even after the relationship ended badly. But this… this was something else entirely. A pleasure she had never known. Beyond comparison.
Aah! This was not lovemaking. It was closer to rape. Nightmare or spirit attachment, it was clearly abnormal, nothing she had ever wanted. So why did it feel so good? Aah! It was a pleasure she had never experienced before. At first she had only been afraid, ashamed, sickened. But after it happened again and again, had she grown used to it? Or had she simply begun to accept the situation?
She was not any less terrified, yet some terrible familiarity had taken root. Before she realized it, Hyesu found herself focusing on the act itself, on the pleasure. The entity seemed to know exactly what she wanted, where to touch, how to move to drive her wild. It was as if it could see straight through her soul.
And with every thrust, every time the thick length filled her completely and scraped gently against her tightening walls, she felt her sanity slipping. Haaaa… Her hips bucked shamelessly. Sticky fluids gushed from her in a flood. Aah! She must not get used to this. She must not. Yet the ecstasy would not stop. Her vision whited out again. Climax was rushing toward her.
Aah… aang… haeung…
Fear forgotten, shame forgotten, Hyesu cried out like an animal in heat, whimpering and moaning for the unseen thing that used her. At last she could hold back no longer. Aah! Something deep inside her boiled over and exploded. Heat flooded her belly and detonated inside her skull. Ah! The world turned blinding white.
Haaaaaaa…
A long, broken cry tore from her throat.
That was when someone seized her shoulder.
She gasped and her eyes flew open. Jia stood over her, face tight with worry.
“Uh… uhh? J-Jia? Why… why are you here?”
“M-me? I was making that noise?”
Hyesu looked around in a daze. She was in the studio. And her graduation project… thank God, it stood untouched, completely finished. She swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and met Jia’s eyes again. Her friend’s face was etched with concern. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over Hyesu.
Had it been a nightmare? Another repetition of that vile dream? Yet it refused to feel like mere fantasy. The pleasure that had ravaged her, the shattering climax at the end—both had been far too vivid. Aah! The shame was unbearable. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
When Jia asked again, voice soft with worry, Hyesu stammered.
“Ah… I-I think… I was dreaming…”
“I… I don’t really remember.”
She could never tell her. Not what she had dreamed. Not what her body had done inside that dream. Never.