Chapter 191: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (4)
Chapter 191: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (4)
No matter how crowded and noisy a place is, a commotion like this is bound to draw eyes.
Sure enough, more and more people were stealing glances in my direction. My disheveled appearance was drawing aggro from everyone, regardless of gender.
"Hey, that person over there..."
"Babe, what are you looking at?"
"No, it’s just... I was wondering if she’s being forced..."
Honestly, it was understandable. In fact, anyone who could successfully ignore my current state and look away deserved to be called a superhuman. Especially the men.
Thanks to Ghost Raper kneading my chest, the bandages had loosened, suggestively exposing my nipples. My pussy was covered only by a piece of tissue that had turned transparent from being soaked in love juice. A female being held in a man's arms like this, flaunting her arousal with her entire body, becomes a public nuisance capable of giving every man in the vicinity an erection just by existing.
If this were a country with poor public safety, several men might have joined Ghost Raper by now, dragging me into an alley to gang-rape me. However, the public safety in the Republic of Korea was quite good, even without heroes. Seeing as there were quite a few worried looks rather than just lewd ones.
"A woman in a mummy costume was screaming over there earlier, too."
"Now that you mention it... is there some pervert going around targeting women like that?"
"He’s touching her breasts right now. Shouldn't we stop him?"
Whatever they thought, the reason they were worried about a total stranger like me was likely because of my expression. To satisfy Ghost Raper’s tastes, I was putting on an act—looking like I hated being violated by a rapist like him unto death, yet unable to help myself because my body was being so honest.
In reality, I had just come, and I was currently feeling intense pleasure from his breast play, so it was really just a matter of adding a topping of 'pretending to hate it.' The problem was that it was inviting concern from the people around us.
It was outside my calculations that they would not only steal glances with lustful eyes but actually worry. At the same time, I worried that Ghost Raper might abandon me and bolt. He had a track record of violating women as he pleased and then releasing his possession to flee the moment public attention shifted toward him.
‘I-I’d really prefer it if they just didn't pay attention to me...’
I appreciated the concern, but this was all an act. It would be troublesome if such variables interfered.
Yet, it was awkward for me to step forward and tell them they didn't need to worry. Since I was currently in the position of the victim, I had to appear to Ghost Raper as someone who desperately needed help. Welcoming a helping hand with open arms would be the only plausible reaction.
‘Please, give me a reason to reject that helping hand...’
I pleaded with Ghost Raper in my mind. If he were to pull out his knife again right now, threaten me, and tell me to act like everything was fine, I would gladly comply.
However, according to his observed patterns, Ghost Raper usually abandoned the possessed body without a lingering thought in these situations, leaving both the female victim and the man—who had become a rapist without knowing why—completely ruined. There was a high probability he would do the same this time.
"...Hey, act natural if you don't want a hole in your stomach."
"H-Hieek... Yes?"
"Pretend we're a couple. Are you dense? People are starting to look at us weird."
Thump-thump.
It was a bit ridiculous, but my heart raced at the sound of Ghost Raper’s voice. I hadn't been abandoned by him. I suppose I should consider that a relief. It meant I still had a chance to catch him.
I think I understood why he wasn't running away. It might be because he liked my reactions, but there was a more important factor. It was because Ghost Raper hadn't fucked my pussy yet; he had only been kneading my breasts.
‘I’m still just the appetizer.’
Would a thief who entered a course-meal restaurant intending to dine and dash leave after only eating the appetizer? They’d flee only after tasting the main dish and even the dessert. Regardless of how much he liked me, it would be a waste to run away before he’d even tasted my pussy.
‘Ghost Raper is the dine-and-dash scammer. And I’m the course meal that has become his target.’
The appetizer of breast play had just ended; there were plenty of main dishes and desserts left, from my pussy to my mouth pussy and anal pussy. Even a runner who picks up his utensils intending to leave without paying from the start is bound to appreciate good flavor.
Since he’d already discovered the appetizer was perfectly to his taste, he couldn't help but have high expectations for the rest of the course.
‘I’m getting excited...♡’
Thinking of myself as food to be devoured by a man sent shivers down my spine.
Regardless, now that I had a justification, I just had to follow his orders. Submitting to a rapist because I didn't want to be stabbed—what more plausible excuse could there be in the world?
Naturally, like a couple. Keeping those two keywords in mind, I changed my expression and twisted my body.
"A-Ah, stop it... Babe♡ I told you not to do this in front of everyone~ Geez!"
"W-What?"
"You said you booked a room for later anyway. You can touch me all you want then. I’ll touch you a lot too, hehe♡"
I played the part of a bimbo girlfriend fawning over her lover. Ghost Raper himself seemed startled by my sudden change in attitude and the way I acted cute with a nasal tone. He had told me to act like a couple, but he probably hadn't expected it to be this realistic.
"W-What the. Why are you so good at acting?"
"...I’m an aspiring actress."
It was a lie I came up with on the fly, but Ghost Raper seemed to buy it, nodding his head. It’s a bit much for me to say it myself, but it seemed he concluded that my outstanding looks and great body were explained by the keyword 'aspiring actress.'
"I guess so. These days, every half-decent looking girl thinks she can be an actress. I suppose you're one of those."
"...I’m different."
"How are you different? Are you planning to be an AV actor instead of just a regular actress?"
Ghost Raper grabbed my breast hard again along with the vulgar sexual harassment. However, surprisingly, no one paid me any attention now. Because of my earlier fawning lines, they perceived Ghost Raper and me as a couple, so they had no reason to worry.
"Fine, if being an AV actor is your dream, I should test this part out too."
"Hyung?!"
Splat!
Ghost Raper’s hand, which had been kneading my breast, moved downward in the blink of an eye. The tissue serving as the seal for my crotch was far too weak. The piece of tissue, already soggy and limp from being drenched in pussy juice, tore silently the moment his thick, hard hand touched it.
"Wow, you're so wet. You might actually have talent for this."
"Hng, what talent... Ng, ah...♡"
The palm of Ghost Raper’s hand met the plump flesh of my pussy, creating a lewd, splashing sound. The more my pussy was slapped, the more my mind seemed to haze over.
Playing with food is a bad habit. Hurry up and take out your cock and devour me greedily.
‘No, wait... now is the chance.’
For the sake of the original owner of the body Ghost Raper was possessing, I had to lead him away from the crowded main street and into a deserted side road. So far, it had stopped at nipple play and pussy slapping—things a thoughtless couple might do, even if it drew some glares—but if it went any further, this man’s social life could not be guaranteed.
While Ghost Raper was infatuated with my body, why not pretend to lose my senses from his touch, stagger, and lure him into a dark alley?
"You keep trying to run. Do you really think that’ll work when it’s so crowded you can barely move?"
"I-I’m not trying to run... It’s just, because you keep touching me, ah♡ my legs are shaking..."
"Just how high is your sensitivity, you crazy bitch? You really could be a porn actress."
Ghost Raper didn't stop at slapping my pussy; he was delivering every possible stimulation, kneading my inner thighs and grabbing my buttocks. He was even squeezing my pussy tight. At this rate, he was doing everything except focused clitoral training or inserting his fingers.
‘Stay calm.’
Even amidst that, I calmly turned my head to check my surroundings. I identified where the dead end was and prepared to flee from Ghost Raper.
"Let's see, a preview of how tight you are..."
For a very brief moment, Ghost Raper’s hand let go of me. It wasn't a release, but a transition to change his hand's position. He likely intended to use his fingers to thrust inside my pussy and finger-fuck me. He probably planned to make me climax again in front of everyone, leaving me a total wreck.
However, things didn't go as he planned.
"N-Nngh!"
"Guh?!"
The moment Ghost Raper’s hand left me, I took the opportunity to shake off his arm and lunged forward as if springing away. I ran toward the dead end I had spotted earlier without looking back.
‘Slowly.’
This was all a ploy to lure Ghost Raper into a deserted alley.
I wasn't actually escaping from him. I didn't cry out for help; I just ran blindly, panting for breath. Of course, I ran at a pace slow enough that I would never leave Ghost Raper’s sight.
In the first place, I didn't even need to adjust my speed. The busy streets on Halloween are packed with people. Even walking a bit fast results in stepping on feet or bumping shoulders, so trying to run while being careful of all that was practically impossible.
"Stop right there!"
I heard Ghost Raper’s voice from behind. Why the fuss, when I was planning to stop at the right spot anyway? He seemed quite angry that the plate had flown away just before he could taste the main dish.
‘This is just a hunting game.’
I am the prey. Ghost Raper is the hunter.
Once upon a time, hunting was a leisure sport for nobles. While some truly enjoyed the sport, there were also profligates who simply basked in the feeling of a successful hunt while being blatantly assisted.
The assistance was the servants' job. They would break a deer's legs beforehand, release it into the hunting grounds, and then applaud the moment their master easily caught the deer. They would then shout all sorts of praises for the noble, claiming their hunting skills were second to none.
‘Please catch me soon...♡’
In that sense, I was a deer that even performed the role of the servant. I had run away specifically to be chased by Ghost Raper. I was tempting him by wagging my tail just out of reach, ultimately giving him the pleasure of having hunted a defiant female.
Excited, I moved even more inefficiently on purpose. I swung my arms wide and wiggled my hips to tempt the following Ghost Raper. All to add more heat to the crotch of the already angry Ghost Raper.
Then, the bandages loosened by my frantic movements slid down, and I heard a low curse from behind.
"That fucking bitch..."
Regardless, Ghost Raper being heated up was a good sign for me. That anger would soon turn into a desire for dominance and be vented upon me in the form of harsh discipline. Anticipating that moment, I wove through the wave of people and entered a back alley littered with cigarette butts and trash.
A dead end. An empty alley with nothing but the back door of a shabby-looking pub that seemed to be closed. Both I and Ghost Raper knew we had come too far to return to the main street easily.
Ghost Raper looked at me as I panted and muttered with a sneer.
"Ha, haha. You stupid bitch. Of all the places to run, you run here."
He was right. It was like I had found my own grave. I had personally chosen the place where I would be raped.
"I-I was wrong... Please spare me...♡"
...So, I can look forward to it, right?
