The Virgin Ghost's New Role
I stared at the grotesque eye protruding from between Kang Mina's voluptuous tits. That foul thing's true identity was a Special Grade Vengeful Spirit, the Virgin Ghost.
The intense idol dance had just ended, and beads of sweat rose in steamy wisps. Her stiff nipples stood erect, her swollen areolas gaping invitingly. I swallowed hard.
Objectively speaking, she was even prettier than Linji, the hottest idol these days. No flab, no stretch marks—just smooth marble skin.
Damn... how is she this perfect? Total fucking cheat code.
I scratched my chin, scanning her body from top to bottom. My thick cum was slowly trickling down her thighs in sticky trails.
The thrill of conquest zinged through my brain. Women's orgasms linger like embers, unlike men's quick burn. The Virgin Ghost possessing Mina's flesh was savoring every last bit of it.
The eye between her tits blurred slightly.
"What? Pussy throbbing 'cause you're in heat?"
"N-no, my lord..."
Mina's cheeks flushed beet red. Even a virgin ghost couldn't escape her virgin nature.
What if this Virgin Ghost evolved into a disaster-class Baekryeonggwi? At the very least, it'd become a powerful force protecting Mina. If I fed it bits of my spiritual power, it'd slowly tame to me over time. Keeping a Baekryeonggwi as a pet evil spirit didn't sound half bad.
"I'll spare your worthless life. But from now on, you live as Mina's guardian spirit."
"Your mercy humbles me to my bones, my lord."
Separate from her guardian duties, there was no stopping her transformation into a shikigami at night. She wouldn't activate the Sal (Killing Curse) anymore—but the shikigami's lifelong directives to seduce me and beg for creampies would persist.
Kang Mina's Shikigami Directives:
1. If I want to fuck her, she spreads willingly.
2. If I'm lying in bed hard or reeking of cum, she seduces me aggressively.
3. She occasionally masturbates to tempt me indirectly.
4. She maintains peak physical condition with proper exercise, diet, and body management.
5. If she gets pregnant, she gets an immediate abortion and stays proactive with post-sex birth control.
Not a bad set of rules. But looking at Mina's youthful, cute face stirred a twinge of pity.
"Every night when the shikigami wakes, possess her and put it back to sleep quietly. Got it?"
"My lord... you mean possess her to suppress the shikigami's urges?"
"Yeah."
Mina's pupils shook violently for a moment.
"However..."
"However?"
"Suppressing the shikigami with possession... will wear out this cherished body's lifespan much faster."
"Ah..."
Possession by a Special Grade or higher Vengeful Spirit accelerates the host's aging. Tricky situation. If Mina ever found out the truth, it'd be a real headache. That crazy bitch would 100% report me for rape.
"You don't remember anything in shikigami mode, right?"
"Correct, my lord."
Small mercy. I exhaled lightly and addressed the Virgin Ghost.
"If you release the mental suppression... the shikigami state ends, yeah?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Hmm... then starting tomorrow morning, restore her mind."
"Not now? Ah... covered in your cum like this, Kang Mina wouldn't stay quiet."
Hold up. She'd mentioned reading Mina's memories before.
"You can read Kang Mina's memories? Understand her behavior?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Then you can impersonate her? Act like Kang Mina?"
"I can."
"I've been wanting to try something. It's good for you too."
At my words, the massive eye between her tits blinked. The Special Grade Virgin Ghost seemed uneasy, unable to grasp my intent.
"Good for me? Uh... what do you mean, my lord?"
I stroked my chin, gazing at Mina's pretty face.
"Just act like normal Kang Mina. I'll handle the rest."
"Normal... Kang Mina?"
"Yeah. The snotty little bitch who treated me like a bug, all haughty and bitchy. But obey my commands absolutely."
The Virgin Ghost fell silent at my demand. Soon, the grotesque eyeball between her breasts sank smoothly back into her skin. At the same time, life flickered into Mina's vacant eyes.
Her long lashes trembled. Her gaze shifted completely—to the cold, arrogant glare of idol trainee Kang Mina, full of contempt for me.
"Hey, Kang Suhu! What the fuck are you doing in my room? Get out. Fucking asshole."
Even her voice was perfect. That icy, bitchy tone.
But her naked body was fully exposed before me, thighs still glistening with my cum.
"Ho. Your acting's damn good."
I smirked and perched on the edge of the bed.
"Acting? What bullshit. You're disgusting—get the fuck out, you creep."
Mina yanked the patient gown to cover her ample tits, but her broken legs wouldn't cooperate. She scowled in frustration.
Perfect Kang Mina. I reached out and flicked the gown from her grasp.
"Don't cover up."
My curt command landed. Her haughty face twitched. Impersonating Mina's ego, but at her core, the Virgin Ghost had submitted to me. She couldn't defy orders.
"Hng...!"
Her hand dropped limply. Her massive F-cup tits jiggled freely. Blushing with shame, she still tried to maintain that arrogant glare.
"Perverted fuck... you're so gross. What're you staring at? Asshole."
Even as she spat venom, her nipples stood rock-hard. Her reactions were endlessly fascinating.
"Gross? Says the mouth that was sucking my dick earlier."
"Th-that was...!"
Her pupils wavered. I could feel the ghost in her head panicking, glancing at me nervously.
"Hungry? I'll get food. Stay put."
I stood and left the room. Behind me, I heard her frustrated huffing.
Situation fully under control. Down in the kitchen, I reheated the abalone porridge. Restoring Mina's strength came first.
I loaded a tray with porridge, water, and painkillers, then headed back.
"Sit up. Time to eat."
Mina, lying facing the wall, turned her head. Her gaze was still icy.
"Not eating. Take it away."
"Don't be stubborn without teeth. Open up."
I scooped porridge and brought it to her lips. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to turn away. But my command overrode her will.
Her plump lips parted slowly. Toothless pink gums gleamed. Her eyes brimmed with humiliation and shame.
"Hnnng... urk."
I shoved the porridge in. Unable to chew, she gulped it down.
"Slow down. You'll choke."
"Cough! Hack... I'm gonna kill you for real."
She glared through coughs, but the way her tongue licked porridge from her lips was pure lewdness.
My lord... you're incredible. Caring for this lowly vessel so tenderly...
Not from Mina's mouth—telepathic thoughts from the Virgin Ghost straight to my head.
Shut up and keep acting.
Yes! Understood!
The ghost tucked tail at my bark. Someone with my absolute power personally nursing her host? From her view, it was pure bliss.
After finishing the porridge, I made her down the pills. Her body was stabilizing fast—thanks to my tender care and the yang energy I'd pumped into her.
But her stomach still growled. Idol trainee appetites weren't normal. Plus, all the energy burned during sex left her starving.
I tore open the plastic on the tuna mayo onigiri I'd grabbed for myself. Riiip.
She instinctively stuck out her tongue at the tuna-smeared wrapper, licking it clean. Toothless gums exposed, her thick tongue moved slow and obscene. Starving, clearly.
That tongue lapping air reminded me of her slurping my cum—my dick twitched again.
"Still hungry? Want the onigiri?"
"Fuck off!"
"You love tuna mayo onigiri."
She shook her head slightly, but her eyes glazed over. I stuffed the onigiri in my mouth and chewed thoroughly, amylase breaking it down into mush. I didn't swallow.
I leaned toward her face.
"Open up."
Her plump lips parted slowly. Toothless gums bared, tongue peeking out expectantly. I lifted her chin to steady her, bringing my mouth inches from hers.
Slowly, so slowly. I pushed the mushy tuna mayo onigiri with my tongue into her mouth. Like feeding a baby bird, our lips brushed as the lukewarm paste flowed in.
Her tongue touched mine, lapping up the saliva-mixed mush and swallowing.
"Hnnnng... hnng... ng..."
Her breaths quickened. I felt her throat bob with each gulp.
Next, kimchi stew onigiri. I chewed it to mush.
"Open up."
This time, deeper. I slipped my tongue in, stroking her gums, pushing the mush deep. Her tongue coiled around mine, sucking greedily; her gums rubbed my lips softly.
Mush, saliva, and kimchi flecks mixed into sticky silver strands between our lips, snapping apart. Porridge dribbled from her mouth again; her tongue flicked out to lap it up.
Too fucking hot. I grabbed her nape and fed her deeper, kiss-like.
"Want more?"
Her eyes glazed; she nodded faintly. Beneath the haughty act, her body had surrendered completely to my touch.
Her tongue flicked out again, waiting for the next mushy flow—that gap between shame and instinct... fucking intoxicating.
After eating, Mina's lower belly swelled softly. The gentle curve rose and fell with her breaths. She rubbed it shyly, averting her eyes—but too late.
A light burp escaped. Small but distinct, bubbling from deep in her throat: "Keurk~".
She slapped a hand over her mouth, but the air filled with porridge-tuna-mayo burp scent.
"Whoa. You just burped? Smells like straight shit."
"No I didn't. Fuck. When did I burp? You psycho."
The demure Mina cracked, snapping back in panic. Haughty glare intact, but her face burned crimson. Full belly made her voice waver.
Damn... the ghost's acting was next-level. This is exactly how Mina would've reacted.
"Stuffing your face bloated your gut, and now your breath's toxic."
"Shut up, perv. I was hungry—why bitch about it?"
She grumbled, trying to sit up, but her broken legs buckled. She flopped back onto the bed—with another tiny burp.
"Did it again. So fucking cute when you burp."
"Shit... this pisses me off."
Face flushed, she bowed her head. Then—gurgle—her gut rumbled audibly. Intestines churning.
Her expression froze.
"...I need the bathroom."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.