Chapter 192: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (5)
Chapter 192: [Side Story] The Ghost of Halloween (5)
The first time I got a proper look at Ghost Raper, I saw that his skin was a bit tanned, but his overall features were quite soft and innocent-looking.
However, that face didn't belong to the real Ghost Raper; it belonged to an unfortunate victim. I couldn't let myself be fooled by that naive appearance and forget the violent rapist lurking inside that body. I moved stiffly, feigning tension. As he drew closer, I took steps backward, backing myself into the dead end of the alley.
'At least that’s a relief.'
I had been worried deep down. What if Ghost Raper had possessed someone I knew? Of course, judging by the voice, no one came to mind, but seeing the face could have been a different story.
If Ghost Raper had appeared using the body of an acquaintance, it might have acted as a bit of a stumbling block. After all, that Doppelganger fellow had used my younger brother’s appearance just to break my mental state.
'Of course, back then… well, somehow I ended up getting turned on anyway.'
But it wasn't that there were no obstacles. If it had been a situation where I had to attack the Doppelganger—who had taken my brother's form—instead of him attacking me first, I would have hesitated a lot. Even if I knew it wasn't my real brother and he was just using the appearance without permission.
Thinking about it that way, it was a stroke of luck that my social circle wasn't very wide. My close acquaintances were, at most, my family and a few colleagues from the Hero Association. If I had to be specific, maybe some friends I knew before becoming a Magical Girl.
'Mmm, Young-hoon suddenly comes to mind.'
Regardless, as a hero, encountering someone I know as a villain is a situation I’d rather avoid. In that sense, it was a huge relief that Ghost Raper had brought the body of a complete stranger.
...Because now, I can enjoy my defeat play with a clear conscience♡
"Nowhere left to run, is there?"
"H-hyuk?!"
As the slowly approaching Ghost Raper suddenly stomped his foot hard, making a loud thud, I jumped and trembled violently. I had fallen perfectly for a threatening performance intended only to scare me.
"D-don't come any closer...!"
"You were acting so pathetic just a moment ago, saying you were sorry. Why the sudden change in attitude?"
"That was... just something that came out without me thinking... ugh..."
Even if I wanted to run, there was no more space to retreat. It wasn't like I could slip past him or fly away. I sank downward like a melting snowman. As I huddled with my knees together, trembling as if from the cold, a large shadow soon loomed over me.
'He's huge...♡'
I swallowed hard without realizing it. There were no lights in this secluded alley. Only the flickering lights from the main street behind Ghost Raper seeped in, dimly illuminating the area.
The light didn't reach me. Instead, the light hit Ghost Raper, who stood tall directly in front of my slumped form, magnifying his shadow several times over. It made him look even bigger than his actual size. Even though his physique wasn't overwhelmingly larger than mine, my small body was completely swallowed by his shadow.
There is a saying that a student should not even step on their teacher's shadow. I suddenly realized that this saying applied a bit differently to the relationship between a man and a woman. If a man’s shadow completely swallowed the body of a fragile female, it meant he possessed her, and thus, he could treat her however he pleased.
"Haa-ut...♡"
And I was inside Ghost Raper's shadow. It meant I could no longer resist.
"Now, what are the correct words to say at a moment like this?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
"What are you sorry for?"
"Huh? That’s, um..."
The "What did I do wrong?" line, but reversed. I tried to rack my brain for an answer before giving up. There was no need for me to answer. All I had to do was be disciplined by Ghost Raper.
Zzzzip—
I closed my eyes the moment Ghost Raper lowered his zipper. The superficial reason was to turn my eyes away from the horrific monstrosity that would pop out of his crotch, but the reality was different. By closing my eyes, I intended to enjoy Ghost Raper's member more vividly through my senses of hearing and smell.
"U-uugh♡"
Indeed, as soon as I heard the sound of his unzipped pants hitting the floor, I could smell it. A scent that would never come from my own body. A scent radiating the dignity of a pungent male. Thanks to that intense body odor, I knew Ghost Raper's cock was out even with my eyes closed.
"Open your eyes."
"N-no..."
"I said, open them."
Slap!
The sound was as if Ghost Raper had struck me across the cheek with his hand. But the reality was different. While it was true I had been slapped, Ghost Raper hadn't used his hand.
'A cock-slap.'
The sound was one thing, but I felt the sensation. It was a texture that couldn't be a hand no matter how you looked at it. It was much narrower than a palm, but thanks to its thickness, its bluntness was top-tier. The unpleasant body odor left on my skin immediately after the slap confirmed that what had just hit my cheek was Ghost Raper's cock.
"Aah, huu...♡"
What should I do? I was just slapped with a cock, but my thighs are already soaking wet. My nipples have become hard and erect, poking out enough to be seen from the outside, and my face is flushed red as I let out nothing but ragged breaths.
"I told you to open your eyes."
In the midst of this, I was being ordered to open my eyes and take in the cock directly. My heart wanted to do just that, but the problem was that if I did, I wouldn't be able to hold back and would end up panting in heat. Anyway, since this is a rape situation, sobbing and crying would be more convincing.
Endure it, endure. Don't get more excited than necessary. Having made a firm resolve, I slowly opened my eyes.
"U-huut...?!"
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the twitching cock. Did it mistake my eyes for a hole it needed to plug? It was so close to my face that it was startling.
The moment I faced the cock with my most important sense, sight, the intensity of my other senses worsened. The heat radiating from the cock felt even stronger, and the pungent male scent—a mix of pre-cum and urine—became so much more intense that my lower abdomen throbbed.
"A-ah, aaah..."
Like a fool, I crossed my eyes and stared intently at the cock. All my efforts to keep my eyes closed were rendered useless as I shamelessly focused only on the dick.
I didn't realize it when he was rubbing it against my butt from behind, but seeing it out like this, it was bigger than I thought. By normal standards, it was plenty large. Large enough that most women would shed a few tears from the pain the moment it went deep.
'I experience that same pain, but I'm definitely different in that I feel it as pleasure.'
Anyway, I don't know if this is right. To think I'm already imagining what it would be like if that thing entered me, when he's only just taken it out.
I felt like I was failing miserably at acting out the role of a helpless rape victim. According to Ghost Raper's tastes, I should be resisting while slowly falling into corruption, unable to withstand the physical pleasure.
'But, I can't help it...♡'
A cock with bulging, dark blue veins. A cock with a particularly fat tip that felt like it would go thud and get stuck at the entrance of my pussy. Seeing a dark red, circumcised cock that looked like it was usually kept clean, it was an inevitable phenomenon for my fully developed womb to throb and ache.
"Wipe your drool, you slut. You're literally leaking because you love the cock so much."
"U-uup?!"
Reflexively, I brought my hand to the corner of my mouth and wiped. However, no saliva came off.
Wait a minute, this despicable rapist villain dared to trick me? No matter how much I was captivated by the cock and staring at it as if possessed...
"You still don't know what you did wrong. You won't even serve me when it's right in front of you. Even after making it this hard."
"S-serve...?"
"Actually, the word 'serve' doesn't really fit. Because I'm going to use you from now on."
Ghost Raper grabbed my hair. Realizing what was about to happen, I clamped my lips shut, but Ghost Raper didn't care and rubbed his cock against my lips, coating them with pre-cum. Not stopping there, he grabbed my jaw, forced my mouth open, and ruthlessly shoved his cock inside.
...Not into my mouth, but into my mouth-pussy.
"Ngh-puup...?!"
"Bite me if you're going to. I won't just sit back and take it."
Of course, I had no intention of biting, but when I glared as if I were about to, Ghost Raper pulled out the knife he had tucked away earlier. The moment I saw the knife, I looked down in fear and acted submissive.
A sadistic smile appeared on Ghost Raper's face, and I became even more excited. Just by acting defeated and surrendering to a mere knife that meant nothing to me—just from this kind of play—I get this wet. I fall into heat at this situation where I have no choice but to helplessly pucker my red lips and make his cock feel good.
"You know by now. You can't escape. Wouldn't it be better to just enjoy it?"
"Uup, hup...♡!"
"Your eyes look so angry. You're resisting fiercely. Actually, that's what I like."
Ghost Raper didn't give me the chance to move my head or flick my tongue to perform a blowjob. It was likely because he had learned through numerous experiences that it was unreasonable to expect sincere service in a rape situation.
Slurp, squelch, squelch!
"I wonder what kind of look you'll have in your eyes after I pour my semen down your throat."
Instead, Ghost Raper forced a merciless irrumatio. He grabbed my long, well-groomed black hair with both hands as if pulling weeds and shook me back and forth ruthlessly, enough to cause a concussion.
Keeping my teeth from touching the cock when it entered was practically instinctual for me now, so his member entered all the way to my throat without issue. The moment my lips, mouth, and throat were filled with the cock, my mind went blank. Even though he had washed, the unavoidable male scent of a man spread and filled my nasal cavity.
The forced expression of hatred quickly dissolved. Every time the thick cock poked my throat and made my stomach churn, my gaze would falter, and tears would well up. My final line of defense was to keep from showing a joyful face. I poured all my remaining willpower into tightening my throat around the cock and gripping it with my lips.
"Yeah, fuck... this is it. This bitch who was so feisty earlier, her face goes slack the moment I fuck the shit out of her mouth-pussy... Ugh, I'm gonna cum...!"
Every time he pulled my hair to thrust deep and then pulled it all the way out, my expression couldn't help but loosen. There was no room to think about how I supposedly hated having my mouth-pussy raped.
Because I had to survive right now, because I wanted to breathe, I craved only air and actually hoped he would ejaculate in my mouth quickly.
"...Ngh, I'm cumming!"
"Ngh-uk... ok♡ Ngh-puup♡"
Splurt, splu-u-urt!
Ghost Raper thrust his cock all the way to the root into my mouth-pussy and vomited out his semen. The sensation of his pubic hair tickling the bridge of my nose was only momentary as a wave of semen rushed from my mouth to my throat.
"Ugh, ngh... swallow it all...!!"
Perhaps because it contained far more sperm than average, the semen was incredibly thick and kept sticking to my throat. While it was going down my throat, Ghost Raper ejaculated again, forcing it in. After the first wave passed, a second wave pushed the semen that hadn't gone down yet from behind, and then a third wave came rushing in...
"Gulp, gulp... uhaang♡"
Even that wasn't enough, so I had to squeeze out every bit of saliva and swallow several times before I could finally send all the semen past my esophagus and into my stomach.
"Hyik, hut, huaaa...♡♡"
I breathed out, my mouth reeking of cum. When the smell of the cock that had filled my nose, mouth, and nasal cavity just moments ago was overwritten by the smell of semen, my head spun. It felt as if my brain had been smeared with semen.
"Shut your trap. It stinks."
"K-huuk♡?!"
Ghost Raper forcibly closed my mouth. In the meantime, as I regained some of my senses by breathing through my nose, I found myself kneeling in front of Ghost Raper.
'W-when did I...?'
I was definitely crouching, but did I change my posture because it was uncomfortable? I had no memory of it at all.
'Should I... go back now...? Because kneeling isn't the right posture for being raped...?'
What am I even saying? The right posture for being raped? There's no such thing.
"I've let one out, so shall we get started for real?"
Ghost Raper pushed me down, climbed on top of me, and spread my legs with his thick arms.
"You're fucking soaked, you slut."
The right posture for being raped wasn't for me to decide; it was his role to determine.