Chapter 189: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (2)
Chapter 189: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (2)
“Um, excuse me, just one photo, please…”
“Ah, alright. Just for a second.”
“Yes, yes, of course!”
The man had been following me persistently with his camera. Unable to refuse any longer, I struck an awkward pose. He looked like some kind of professional photographer, and his professional spirit was so intense that I couldn't bring myself to turn him down.
Damn it, just standing in front of a camera makes me feel like I’m going to get wet…
I had been avoiding people because being photographed by a total stranger while wearing such a lewd costume was a lot of pressure, but there was another reason. Ever since I started doing those R-19 internet broadcasts for fun, my lower abdomen would throb whenever I stood in front of a camera wearing anything remotely suggestive.
Normally, I wouldn't have been so nervous about my love juice leaking since I’d be wearing panties. But today was different. This wasn't just a regular sexy costume; I was wrapped head-to-toe in bandages.
And it’s not even bandages down there…
To be honest, the bandages from the convenience store weren't enough to cover my whole body. I used way more than expected just wrapping my chest, leaving nothing for my lower half. But since I couldn't exactly walk around with my pussy on full display, I had to settle for the next best thing.
This is probably that water-soluble toilet paper, too…
It was a relief that I’d changed in a public restroom. I’d used an entire roll of toilet paper from the stall to cover my lower body, including my pussy. I’d layered it heavily, knowing a single layer would dissolve instantly from sweat or love juice, but the anxiety still wouldn't go away.
Click!
I flinched as the camera flash went off. I felt like the toilet paper got a little damper. Flustered, I just nodded absently when the photographer approached me and asked if it was okay to use the photos for some specific purpose.
Wait, what did he say? Did he say he was going to use them as jerk-off material?
Anyway, once I was alone again, I finally had a moment to breathe. And having a moment to breathe meant it was time to get back to my real job.
Let’s think. Where would that damn villain, the Ghost Raper, show up?
I’d already put together an outfit he’d likely target, so the key now was finding the right location.
Even if it’s a busy district, it’s still huge.
Based on the information I’d gathered so far, the Ghost Raper’s sexual preferences could be summarized in two words.
Outdoors, and rape.
The "outdoors" part helped narrow down the candidates. It meant I didn't need to bother going down into the underground clubs. I could skip all the indoor venues and just keep walking the streets.
The problem was that even "just the streets" covered a massive area. I decided it would be better to look for places where people were crowded together rather than just wandering aimlessly. Looking at the incident files and his failed attempt to rape the other mummy cosplayer earlier, the Ghost Raper always committed his crimes in the middle of dense crowds.
The reason was simple. It was his fetish. Normally, the more people there are, the more witnesses there are, making it harder to escape and increasing the chance of arrest. But for the Ghost Raper, who could just violate a woman and then immediately release his possession, it wasn't an issue.
In fact, he probably enjoys it.
The Ghost Raper is the one committing the act, but it’s an innocent man who has to take the fall. Even if it’s revealed to be a villain’s doing and the man—who is also a victim—isn't convicted, would that really be the end of it? I was highly skeptical.
He’d never be able to walk the streets in peace again.
We live in an age of smartphone cameras and social media. Especially here, in a busy alleyway on Halloween night. If someone grabbed a passing woman and shoved his cock into her in front of so many people, it would definitely be filmed and spread like wildfire across the internet.
Even if he’s later cleared because of the Ghost Raper, it’s already too late. The video is out there, and the man would have to spend the rest of his life explaining that it wasn't him, but a villain. In extreme cases, some people might even demand the victimized man be punished anyway, despite knowing a villain was behind it.
I have to prevent that kind of situation.
To stop an innocent man’s life from being ruined, I’d come up with a plan of my own.
First, the Ghost Raper is a man who enjoys the act of rape itself. If he just wanted sex, he could possess a man right before he had sex with his girlfriend or wife. The fact that he specifically goes out of his way to commit rape and create two victims says it all.
What do men with a rape fetish like?
Drawing from my own experiences, it wasn't hard to figure out. They wouldn't want a sub-human, lewd bitch who starts leaking pussy juice the moment she’s touched.
What the Ghost Raper likely prefers is…
A woman who is utterly terrified the moment the rapist ambushes her, but who eventually succumbs to his superior hand techniques and feels a confusing sense of female pleasure. Someone who, in the end, discards her pride as a woman, her beliefs, her values, and the morality instilled by society to chase primal pleasure—finally abandoning her humanity to fall into the state of a bitch.
That’s the kind of woman he wants.
So, no matter how much I might enjoy this kind of defeat play, I couldn't just start grinning the moment the Ghost Raper found me. Even if he touched my pussy or pressed his cock against me, I had to make sure I didn't show any sign of enjoyment. Even if he pressed down on my stomach to stimulate my cervix or rolled my nipples between his fingers, I had to pretend to be disgusted.
Actually, that’s going to be the hardest part…
I let out a small groan but clenched my fists. The strategy for taking down the Ghost Raper didn't end there.
While stimulating his rape fetish, I had to slowly lure him away. Not for the villain’s sake, but for the sake of the man he was possessing.
I wouldn't let him go all the way right where he attacked me. I’d subtly lead him toward a back alley where there were as few people as possible. I had to do it carefully, so the people nearby wouldn't even realize I was being raped.
Once we were in a secluded spot, I’d enjoy the defeat play disguised as rape, and then take him down the moment he let his guard down.
Technically, this wasn't what the Association Chairman had ordered. As a hero, my only job was to catch the villain. It would actually be much simpler to just beat him down in the middle of the street the moment he approached me and take him to the Hero Association before he could release his possession and flee.
But the reason I chose this tedious method was for the sake of the Ghost Raper’s potential victim, whose life would otherwise be destroyed for no fault of his own.
“Hey, hey! That YouTuber is here!”
“Who? Who is it?”
“You don't know? They have a million subscribers!”
“Damn, let’s go get a picture!”
It was then that I noticed the atmosphere changing. People were swarming toward a certain spot, and I naturally quickened my pace to follow the crowd.
This is my chance.
If there’s a crowd, the Ghost Raper is bound to show up. The probability is even higher if a famous YouTuber is involved. He’s the type who would do a tap dance of joy if he could possess a random man and rape a woman right in front of a YouTuber’s live broadcast camera.
“Over there! That way!”
I ran along with the crowd. As I did, my breasts—which were loosely bound in bandages without a bra—bounced violently. It was enough to draw the eyes of every man and even the women nearby.
“Wh-what the…”
“Doesn't it look like they’re about to pop out?”
“Just wait for it, hold the line. We’re gonna see some nipple any second, holy shit.”
There were plenty of women walking around with their chests exposed, but the reason eyes were glued to me was clear. It looked like the bandages could unravel at any moment, sending my large breasts spilling out. A group of guys who looked like delinquents were whispering and gossiping about my chest.
“You think they’re pink or brown?”
“Definitely brown. A girl dressed that slinky wouldn't have pink ones.”
“I’m betting on pink. She’s got that low-key loser face, like she finally worked up the courage to dress up today. She’s probably a total prude deep down.”
“Pfft, yeah right. She probably plays with her tits all day at home. I bet her boyfriends touch them every chance they get.”
Sorry. I do touch them a lot by myself, and men… well, not exactly boyfriends, but men do touch them often, and they’re still pink.
Amidst the crossing gazes of lust and jealousy, I felt a surge of shame and almost covered my chest with my arms, but then I squeezed my eyes shut. Who’s to say the Ghost Raper isn't among the people watching my breasts right now? Even if they were bouncing obscenely, it was enough as long as it drew attention.
“H-eek?!”
But even I had to cover up the moment the bandages actually started to loosen. I heard a collective sigh of disappointment from nearby, and for some reason, I felt a twinge of guilt.
Wait, why am I feeling guilty? I didn't come here to be eye candy for these people; I came to catch a wicked villain like the Ghost Raper. Being jerk-off material for them while showing off my breasts and pink nipples wouldn't be so bad, but it wasn't the main course for today.
Still, I figured I’d drawn enough aggro. Now I just needed the Ghost Raper, who was surely lurking nearby looking for a target, to take the bait…
“Hngh…♡”
…At that moment, someone pressed up against my back like a shadow.
If it had just been someone bumping into me, I wouldn't have let out such a lewd sound. But I felt a firm body, breath that smelled of cigarettes, and a height and build that was at least a head taller than me.
The unknown man naturally reached around and pulled me into an embrace, his hand instinctively kneading my breast.
Squish♡
As if pressing a switch, the man firmly pushed his finger down right on top of my nipple.
I was certain.
…This man was the Ghost Raper.
