Chapter 190: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (3)
Chapter 190: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (3)
My breasts were handled roughly and without mercy by a stranger's hands.
My absurdly large breasts were crushed and reshaped however this large, imposing man kneaded them. Aroused by that primal violence, even my nipples, hidden beneath the bandages, swelled and hardened.
His fingers snaked between the bandages, as mean and vile as living tentacles. The sensation of his fingers—even harder than my erect nipples—made my areolas flush a deep pink. As he pinched my areolas between his thumb and forefinger, my already protruding nipples seemed to thrust forward even more.
“Ngh, ah…♡”
“Damn, I really picked up a prize here.”
Calling a person a 'prize.' It was an insult. Even as I felt a subtle pleasure and a shiver at being treated like an object rather than a human, I twisted my body, trying to resist.
But it was meaningless. Once the man pulled me in and hugged me against his firm chest, it was hard to escape. Even now, the appearance of a famous YouTuber had made the area around me so crowded there was no room to move. It was physically impossible to put any distance between us.
‘No, is that really the only reason?’
I knew the real cause lay elsewhere. It was simply that my body lost all strength the moment he grabbed my nipples. If I truly exerted myself, it wouldn't be difficult to push away or shake off this unknown man. Right now, I just didn't want to get away.
‘A-Ah, no… my habitual Defeat Addiction is acting up again…♡’
I didn't know who this man was. I suspected he was the Ghost Raper, but I could be wrong; he might just be a random guy you’d find in a crowded place like this. Touching my breasts wasn't rape yet—it was still in the realm of sexual harassment—and you could often find bad men who engaged in such behavior.
No, wait. I tended to define them not as 'bad men,' but as 'real men.' The kind who focus only on their own pleasure, using women like tools rather than showing them any consideration.
Normal women fear such men, but a masochist bitch like me worships them. And it doesn't end there. I obey them, surrender to them, and get aroused by the realization of my own inferiority. Finally, when I am thoroughly used by them, I feel pleasure from it and climax over and over again.
“P-Please, don't do this….”
“Don't do what? It's your fault for dressing so provocatively.”
What a twisted stereotype. To commit sexual harassment openly in the middle of a crowded street and then shift the blame onto me instead of himself. Was he saying that just because I dressed sexily, he could come up and knead my breasts and pinch my nipples whenever he wanted?
‘Of course you can…!’
Maybe not for other women, but for me, it was allowed. I felt it not just in his actions, but in his words. This man gave off the familiar scent of a 'real man.' I've always been weak to men who carry that scent.
“Ngh-huuuh…♡”
“Your nipples are pretty sensitive. You must masturbate with these a lot, huh?”
“I-If you don't stop… I'll call the police…!”
“Whoa, really?”
Even as I threatened to call the police, the man continued to harass my body as he pleased. He treated my breasts, nipples, and areolas—a woman's most precious parts—like nothing more than stretchy cheese sticks, pulling and tugging at them. For some reason, he didn't seem anxious at all, even though I said I’d call the cops.
‘It's because he's the Ghost Raper.’
My suspicion turned into a certainty. The Ghost Raper had no reason to fear the police. The moment he was arrested, he could just possess another body and switch. He wouldn't care in the slightest if the body he had been using was branded a sex offender and punished unfairly.
If anything, I was the one trembling with anxiety. I wasn't supposed to surrender quickly, at least not today, but the Ghost Raper's hand technique was better than I expected. The way he kneaded my breasts like dough and only occasionally poked at my nipples felt like he was taming a female with the bait of pleasure. I had to desperately suppress the urge to fall to my knees right then and there.
“Go ahead and call them, you stupid bitch.”
“H-Hyuk…?!”
“I said call them. This thing is going to be inside you before the police even get here.”
Fortunate…ly? The Ghost Raper diverted my attention elsewhere. He pressed something sharp against my back. From the touch, it wasn't hard to tell it was a knife. It looked like he’d brought a utility knife; he was really going all out.
‘I guess he thinks he won't have to take responsibility anyway.’
From sexual harassment to rape and death threats. His crimes were already heavy. Of course, he probably thought he wouldn't be the one paying for them. Unfortunately for him, that was a mistake.
The Hero Association also had heroes from the spiritualist lineage. Even if the Ghost Raper was a formless ghost, it meant the problem could be solved as long as I knocked him out while he was in this body and took him to them. They could exorcise him entirely, just like in the movies, or seal him away.
‘Hmm, the knife is dull.’
I gave a polite "Hyuk!" in surprise, but in reality, I wasn't scared at all. A knife like this wouldn't have any effect on me even before I transformed. Even if he tried to hack at me with that blade, my skin wouldn't tear. I just had to pretend to tremble in fear at his threat.
What actually concerned me right now wasn't the knife poking my back, but the rod poking my butt.
It was much blunter and rounder than a knife, but its hardness was second to no steel, and it was a cheat item that could inflict a debuff on a girl for nearly ten months with its discharged fluid. As long as I was a girl, the rod known as a 'cock' was bound to be far more threatening than any knife.
Perhaps he didn't use cock size as a criteria for possession, as it wasn't an absolute monster, but it was plenty big enough to get me excited. Big enough that I instinctively wanted to move my hips and rub my butt against it.
‘I… I barely held back.’
If it weren't for my raw anger toward the villain known as the Ghost Raper, I might not have been able to resist. It was a good thing the Ghost Raper was such a particularly vile villain. Otherwise, I might have already forgotten my original purpose and immersed myself in defeat play.
Anyway, I was just preoccupied with the cock touching my butt rather than the knife, but the Ghost Raper let out a disgusting laugh, seemingly thinking I was terrified.
“Hehe, if you don't want things to get ugly, keep your mouth shut. Got it?”
“Ngh, ugh….”
“Yeah, that's a good, obedient pussy-bitch. What's your name?”
“There's no way I'd tell you th— Ohhh♡”
Ugh, wait. It’s become a habit; I let out a lewd sound without thinking.
I was supposed to pretend to hate it since he's a rapist. Just as I was panicking, thinking I’d made another mistake because of my slutty nature, he pressed his cock against my butt and clung to me.
“You crazy bitch. You're actually feeling it while a stranger is groping your tits in a situation like this? Just how much have you developed yourself?”
“D-Developed…? Ngh♡”
“Was it not by yourself? Is this your boyfriend's handiwork? No. Seeing as you came alone, maybe it's your ex's? Did you come here to find a new boyfriend today? Walking around dressed like a total slut just so you can get fucked by anyone?”
Right, let's remember. The Ghost Raper didn't just enjoy fucking women who stubbornly refused him. He savored the process where a woman who initially resisted rape with a firm stance eventually crumbled under his technique, proving the maxim that the body is honest.
‘So, the way I am now—pretending to hate it while clearly feeling it—is like a top-tier delicacy to him…?’
Min-jeong, you've gone and subconsciously catered to the Ghost Raper's tastes again.
But I felt no shame. Because I wasn't faking it. I couldn't deny that every single word from the Ghost Raper was stimulating my erogenous zones.
The erogenous zone being stimulated was none other than my conscience. My conscience as a magical girl.
To think that even as a magical girl, I had such pathetic nipples—developed to the point where I felt it just from the friction of thin cloth, and would lightly climax with a mere squeeze. I was even being explicitly insulted for it by a villain. My face couldn't help but flush deep red from the sense of depravity.
‘My boyfriend's handiwork…….’
Even the villain assumed that such trained nipples must have been the work of a precious lover like a 'boyfriend,' but that wasn't even the case for me. More than half of the development I’d done myself, and the rest happened while being used by fuck buddies, or 'Master,' or 'Dad,' or 'Villains'… and even 'Monsters.'
“Shut up, ngh… This is just because you're touching me so lewdly, hngh…♡!”
“No, no. Usually, people don't start feeling it the second they're touched. They get developed after being played with for a bit, and then they start feeling it in their nipples. For someone with such massive tits, your sensitivity is top-notch. It's magnificent.”
“Even if you praise me for that… it doesn't feel good at all…?!”
Oops, was that a mistake? It seemed my claim that it didn't feel good had wounded the Ghost Raper's pride. Judging by how he began to seriously train my nipples.
The Ghost Raper didn't attack both sides at once. He tormented the left and right alternately. When he tormented the left, he focused on it with obsessive persistence; when he moved to the right, he focused on it as if my left breast didn't even exist in the universe.
The Ghost Raper's breast play was divided into three stages. First, he used his entire hand to heavily knead the breast.
“Ngh-huuuh…♡”
As the saying goes—big hands for big tits—my breasts, which were of a size hard to believe for an East Asian woman, were gripped by his large palms and reshaped at will. As he squeezed tightly, the pale, white flesh of my breasts tried to bulge out through the gaps between his thick, hard fingers.
‘If I lower these loosened bandages, there will definitely be bright red handprints left behind…….’
The thought of seeing how those handprints would be engraved like tattoos on my bare breasts once the bandages were removed made me shiver with excitement.
But the Ghost Raper's breast play didn't end there. He would persistently pinch and rub the areolas, or use his fingertips and nails to scratch and circle them. His technique was so precise that he never accidentally touched the nipple at the center of the areola.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Tch, damn it….”
However, this was the middle of a street packed with people. No matter how skilled a master of foreplay one is, they are powerless against variables. Someone pushing through the crowd bumped into the Ghost Raper's shoulder, causing his hand to slip. For just a fleeting moment, the nail that had been tormenting only the areola brushed against the side of the nipple.
“Ngh, ahh…♡?!”
From that alone, I felt a pleasure bordering on a climax. In that moment, I suddenly wondered. Right now, my nipples were at peak sensitivity due to the continuous kneading and areola stimulation.
In this state, if the Ghost Raper were to roughly pinch and twist my nipples, what would happen to me?
Drip—
No. This is dangerous. Just from being played with until now, my pussy has become soaking wet. The tissue paper I wrapped around my crotch is so soggy it's on the verge of dissolving. If I actually climax and fire off a female water gun, the tissue will melt and just fall right off.
‘Climaxing from my nipples and exposing my pussy… in a back alley on Halloween….’
The combination of words I barely managed to pull together boasted an explosive power. At this rate, I was going to lose all self-control.
To keep from going over the edge, I narrowed my eyes and tilted my chin up slightly to look at the sky. I felt like the visual stimulation of seeing the Ghost Raper's fingers approaching my hard, erect pink nipples would be too much to handle.
But something was strange. Even though I couldn't see it, I could feel it. The Ghost Raper's fingers forming a pincer shape and slowly approaching my nipple.
Why are a magical girl's senses so sensitive? To think I could detect even the slight change in airflow from his approaching fingers through the minute tactile receptors at the tip of my nipple. At this point, it might be a curse rather than a blessing.
‘Haaah… it's coming, it's coming♡ I'm gonna go♡ Thighs squeezed, pussy water gun ready for launch… here come the vile villain's fingers…♡!’
In that moment of peak anticipation, the airflow around my nipple stopped. The Ghost Raper had stopped right in front of it without pinching.
“……Wh-Why…….”
“What do you mean 'why'? Am I some kind of vibrator here to give you a nipple orgasm?”
“But, you… to me, ngh…♡”
“If you want it that bad, then ask for it. Say, 'Please pinch my pathetic nipples.'”
“Ngh…….”
I couldn't do that, no matter what. I couldn't break down already. I had to keep acting like a woman who was resisting rape but whose body was feeling pleasure against her will. Not a bitch who climaxes just from having her tits touched and begs for more.
“I-I can't do that…!”
“This isn't a request. If you don't say it, I'm pulling the knife out of my pocket.”
“Th-The knife…?”
“Yeah. If you ask, I'll pinch both nipples at the same time. If you don't, you get stabbed.”
I-It's not because I'm a bitch with pathetic nipples.
He said he'd stab me if I didn't, so… I don't have a choice, right?
I-I'm only human… and getting stabbed would probably hurt… so this is, you know… unavoidable.
And if I say it now, he said he'd pinch both instead of just one, so it's like… a buy-one-get-one-free event….
……I'd be an idiot not to do it, right?
“P-Pathetic nipples…….”
Squeeze—!!
“Ngh-gih-heeeek♡?!”
“Yep, too slow. Time's up~”
“O-Ohhhhk♡ W-Wait♡?! I'm going♡♡”
Splurt! Sputter!
Wait, I—I—I didn't even finish the sentence yet—??