The Night of the Eerie Dream
The same nightmare began once more.
A vile, insidious sensation slithered across her body, leaving revulsion in its wake. As always, the feeling was cold and sticky… and sent shivers racing down her spine. Yet at the same time, her body was seized by a strange, expectant thrill. Ironically, the terror had grown faint. After all, she would wake up soon enough, and the dream would dissolve on its own. The only real concern was how long she would have to endure these nightmares. Had her lust truly built up to this extent? Should she actually visit a psychiatrist?
Hmmm… Hmm…
A low moan slipped from her throat. She tried to move, but her limbs refused to obey. Something impossibly heavy pressed down on her entire body, so crushing that she could not even twitch a finger. Fine, then. She had already given up on resisting. She knew from experience that every effort was useless. All she could do was pray this torment would end quickly.
Mmm…
Ah! The pleasure was beginning to surge. The sounds spilling from Hyesu’s lips gradually took on a lewd, sensual hue. Her breathing grew ragged. Something wet and sticky, like a mass of tentacles, glided across her skin. Hyesu’s arousal mounted. Before the swelling ecstasy, her body began to tremble on its own.
Hmmm… Hmm…
The instant even her breaths grew colored with lust, it finally pushed between her legs.
Squelch. Squelch. Lewd, wet sounds rose steadily. At the same time, a cold breath coiled around her entire form.
Ah! Her heart hammered as though it would burst. The pleasure only grew. Her body burned so fiercely she feared she might be consumed by flames. Ah… Aaaaah… Her cries refused to stop. If this continued, if it truly continued—
Hiiik!!
She reached climax all too easily. Startled, she snapped her eyes open. The familiar ceiling greeted her. She was home. Hyesu, still panting hard, struggled to sit up. Once again her body was drenched in sweat. She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Worse, she had fallen asleep on the floor instead of the bed. A chill ran through her. Just how drunk had she been last night? She hadn’t even washed before passing out beneath the bed. The hangover struck belatedly, threatening to split her skull. She had no strength left at all.
In that state she rummaged through her pocket and found her smartphone. The time had just passed four in the morning. She could not remember how the hours had slipped away, nor how she had even returned home.
“Uuuu…”
The hangover seemed to be worsening. Nausea surged up her throat. Staggering, Hyesu barely managed to rise and stagger to the bathroom.
And then—
“Bleeegh!”
She emptied everything inside her. Even afterward her stomach felt wretched. After heaving and retching up yesterday’s food for a long while, she flushed the toilet and stripped. Her body was already sticky with sweat and felt disgusting. She wanted to wash first. She peeled off her clothes and was about to step into the bathroom when it happened.
Suddenly she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and froze.
“What the… Why does it look like this?”
Frowning, she examined herself more closely. Purplish bruises bloomed across her skin. They did not hurt, yet the marks covered her from neck to breasts to thighs. Somehow the shapes seemed odd. They almost resembled bite marks. That was absurd. They were probably just bruises… Perhaps she had stumbled and bumped into things on her drunken way home. Yes, that had to be it.
Shaking her head, she entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down. Ah… Only now did she feel as though she could truly live again.
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Even when morning arrived, the headache remained. It did not seem to be from the hangover alone. Perhaps she had caught a cold. The fever was vicious—her head throbbed mercilessly and chills wracked her body. It looked as though she would not be able to attend school today. Hyesu sent Jia a text asking if she was all right. The reply came quickly: Jia, too, was skipping class because of her hangover. A helpless laugh escaped Hyesu. Just how much had they drunk last night…
Cough… Cough…
Now even coughing had begun. She seemed to have caught a proper cold. After coughing for a long time, Hyesu pulled the blanket over her head. Well, since she had already finished her graduation project, resting for a day would not matter.
While she lay beneath the covers, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram Reels, sleep claimed her again. And once more the same nightmare continued. This time it felt far more vivid. The lewd sensations crawling over her body transmitted with startling clarity. Perhaps because she was not fully conscious, there was no resistance at all. Instead, she unconsciously began to savor the strange pleasure that crept over her.
Ah… Aaaaah…
Moans spilled out uncontrollably. The revulsion she once felt toward the sticky, tentacle-like touch had vanished at some point. Her pleasure-drenched body quivered with obscene delight.
Ah! She felt her folds twitching and swelling. From mere caresses, the space between her legs had grown soaking wet, as if flooded. Naturally, she began to crave even greater pleasure.
As though it sensed her desire, ah! That thick, massive thing pressed against her entrance. Then it slowly drove forward.
Aaaah!
A moan tore from her throat. At the same time her waist shuddered with icy thrills. A strange, dazed smile curved her lips.
Squelch, squelch. The relentless piston movements continued. Within the ever-rising pleasure, Hyesu’s body twisted like a tentacle itself. Her hips jerked spasmodically in time with her panting.
Ah! Sticky fluids overflowed from between her lewdly twitching folds.
Ah… Aaaahng…
As her cries grew louder, another tentacle coiled around her breasts, adding fresh stimulation. Her body had grown far too sensitive. The lightest brush sent electric ecstasy racing through her.
Ah! The tentacle latched onto her hardened nipple and sucked with brutal force. It was driving her mad. High-voltage pleasure slammed through her nerves and struck her mind.
Aaaaah! Her vision went white. Her hips bucked wildly as she squirted again and again.
In that instant another tentacle forced its way into her mouth, which was still pouring out moans. She recoiled in shock. She had never experienced such an act. Ah! Breathing became nearly impossible. She tried to cough, but she could not even manage that.
Mmph… Mmph!
It was too rough. The act was unbearably violent. She felt like nothing more than a toy. The shame she had momentarily forgotten came rushing back. Yet with breathing so difficult, resistance was impossible. All she felt was agony. The slippery, wet sensation filling her mouth made it even worse. Nausea surged.
Mmph! Mmph!!
Belatedly she thrashed, trying to resist somehow, but it was futile. In the end she could only endure. At some point the fear of suffocating to death grew stronger than the pleasure, and the forgotten terror returned.
Even so, the mysterious entity violating her continued to chase ecstasy without pause. There was no trace of gentleness. Soon even more tentacles coiled around her entire body. Several strands rubbed between her breasts, while others wrapped her thighs. One more pushed into her rear entrance.
She hated it. She hated it with every fiber of her being. She had never done anything like this. It was terrifying and repulsive. But she could not resist. The tentacles invaded every orifice, toying with her mercilessly. Nor was that all. They wrapped her hands, forcing her fingers to stroke them in rhythmic motion.
Aaaah!! The slippery sensation traveled through her fingertips. Meanwhile the tentacle forced into her mouth continued its savage pistoning.
Uuugh! Uugh!! It… it hurts!!
Ah! It was unbearable. She truly felt she might die. The moment she thought she would actually perish like this, it happened.
Suddenly the tentacles swelled, trembling violently. As though the act had finally reached its end, as though satisfaction had at last been achieved.
Ah… Aah… No!! I don’t want this! S-stop! Stop it!
Unfortunately Hyesu had no power to refuse. In the end, thick, sticky fluid burst forth in heavy spurts. Was this the ghost’s semen? It coated her entire body. Every tentacle gushed at once, drenching her completely. It flooded her womb, overflowed from her rear, and the one in her mouth forced her to swallow every drop.