Squirting in Shame, The Traitor Revealed
My stomach hurt. No matter that this wasn't my body, I who had been raised delicately in the royal palace... to show such disgrace.
I could use my spiritual power to walk to the bathroom myself, but right now, I had to perfectly play the role of Kang Mina.
'Hurry and take me to the bathroom!'
But the man just gazed at me with a pleased expression, smiling without a word.
With no choice, I borrowed Kang Mina's rude way of speaking and yelled,
"Fuck, you bastard! I need to piss!"
"Ah... you that desperate?"
Tears of humiliation welled up. His sly smile doubled the shame.
But after absorbing the spiritual power in his semen just moments ago, my strength had noticeably grown. At this rate, becoming a Baekryeonggwi was only a matter of time.
'I have to endure... Once I become a Baekryeonggwi, I'll completely turn this relationship upside down!!'
He scooped me up effortlessly. My broken legs dangled in the air, but this body instinctively wrapped around his neck.
The shikigami's desire dominated me. Lust. And more lust.
Clinging tightly to his neck in his arms, it wasn't my will—it was this flesh, the shikigami's instinct.
The moment we reached the bathroom, he sat me on the toilet. The splint forced my legs wide apart. The cold toilet seat touched my ass, and shame pierced through my entire body.
My plump slit, still slick with his semen, was completely exposed before his eyes.
I wanted to close my eyes, but to act as Kang Mina, I had to keep them open. I could feel his gaze sweeping over it.
"Not that urgent after all?"
'No... no... don't look... please don't look...!'
The more I held back, the more my clit throbbed. My thighs trembled.
"Haa... haa... can't hold it..."
"What the hell are you doing?"
Without realizing it, my fingers were rubbing my clit. This wasn't me. It was the shikigami's movement. Absolutely not me.
"Hnggiiiit!!"
The shame of him seeing my lewd slit. The disappointment in myself for touching my erect clit. All those emotions twisted together, burning my mind.
Pleasure. And release.
Shooooaaah—
A warm stream hit the toilet bowl.
"Whoa... squirting. Fuck. First time seeing it."
I savored the peak of ecstasy at the same time. My back arched, my eyes chasing the empty air.
"Hnggiiiit!!"
It felt like urine was leaking out too. And something even more embarrassing.
But a strange sense of liberation washed over me, and I couldn't withstand the pleasure.
"Huuueeeeng!!!"
I gasped for breath. My body was already soaked in orgasm, trembling uncontrollably.
It was similar to the feeling when I lost my virginity moments ago. Like flapping wings with pure white swans in a blue forest—a sense of freedom.
The liberation of showing him all my secrets...
'Yes—this aligns perfectly with Abamaba's teachings to let go of everything.'
Discarding my dignity, my purity, a lightness filled my body.
He started washing me. He took the showerhead and let warm water flow between my ass and pussy.
"Ha-ut... it's hot..."
He spread my ass cheeks with his hands. My anus wrinkles opened and clenched, sucking in the water. Water seeped into my pussy entrance, mixing with the remaining love juices.
I had to hold back the fishy moans escaping me.
"Can't wash yourself easily, so I'll do it for you."
I hung my head low. My body trembled. But my pussy... it was getting wet again.
I'd never imagined someone washing me. Even this primal act turned erotic in front of him.
"Don't use soap, you crazy bastard—use feminine wash to clean it properly."
"Ah... right."
He sprayed feminine wash and wiped my crotch. His fingers moved gently but thoroughly. I trembled at his touch.
'No... but... why... is my body... getting hot...? Why... do I miss his semen?'
It had to be the power of his spiritual energy. The spiritual power in his semen was like a drug.
"Wanna head back to bed now? Or... one more time here?"
"What's that supposed to mean, you crazy bastard!"
I looked up at him. Trying to act haughty, but I was already broken. Drool gathered at my mouth and slowly dripped down. My face flushed beet red from the stimulation of him washing my pussy.
"You're... fucking the worst. You bastard."
"Ungrateful even after I wash you."
He picked me up again. My full breasts pressed against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bowed my head in shame.
Thud—he closed the toilet lid and sat me back down. Legs splayed wide, my plump slit exposed once more.
"You know that? Even after washing, the semen from earlier keeps leaking out."
My face burned crimson. Sticky fluids trickled down the inside of my thighs.
He turned the shower on again.
"Might as well give you a full shower. How's that? Ever seen a brother as nice as me?"
"Quit bullshitting?"
He wet my body with the shower, lathered body wash on the sponge. He scrubbed my nape, collarbone, massive tits.
"Hng... haa... eut."
Brushing my nipples, a moan leaked out. I—no, this body—was hypersensitive. Too intense for the soul of a virgin like me.
"What's wrong? Like it when your brother washes you?"
"Crazy... bastard. Aheut!"
He flicked my nipple, and my back arched. My tits jiggled.
'Me... I think I'm addicted to this man's semen.'
His hand slid past my belly to the inside of my thighs. He set the sponge aside and stroked my mound bare-handed.
"Huaaht! Not... there!"
"Not there? I just washed it thoroughly."
I grabbed his wrist, but had no strength. His fingers delved into the crevice.
Squelch. They slipped into the soft flesh. A flood of mucus soaked his fingers. His middle finger rubbed my clit.
"Nggit! Haa... haaat!"
My expression crumbled. The face of a female submitting to pleasure. My mind blanked from the intense new sensation.
'Save me... this pleasure... it's scary... too... strong...!'
"Body's so honest, but you act tough with your mouth."
"Aheung... Oppa... stop... haaat!"
His finger entered my vaginal opening. It was like a furnace, hot inside. The walls gripped his finger.
"Now, I'll clean deep inside with something else."
He set the showerhead down and approached. Pulling off his shorts, his massive cock sprang out.
"Heek...!"
Fear, awe, lust mixed. My instincts screamed.
"Spread your legs more."
He pulled my hips. My ass hung off the toilet edge. The glans aligned with my wet entrance.
"No... Oppa... my legs hurt... haeut!"
"Don't worry. I won't strain your legs."
Plunge. It went all the way in. Soft and hot.
"Kuaaaang!!"
A scream burst out. My breasts heaved. The sensation of his huge cock parting my walls made my whole body feel like pussy.
"Haa... fuck. Squeezes like hell."
He gripped my waist and thrust up.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Nggit! Haaang! Haaaang! Oppa! Oppa-at! Huing~♡♡ Haaa~ Haa~♡"
Without thinking, I called him Oppa. I was no longer the Virgin Ghost. I was pleasure's slave. Mad from my first real fuck... would I turn into a Lust Ghost like this?
'Save me... this pleasure... it's devouring me...!'
"Deeper?"
"Yesss! Aaang! Deeper! Fuck me till I break! Oppa! More... more♡♡ Harder~~~ Eung!♡"
Shyness gone, I became a pleasure-crazed whore.
He sped up his hips. Squish! Squish! My insides writhed. Yin energy exploded.
"Haa... Mina's tits are fucking huge."
He grabbed my breasts. Twisted my nipples.
"Aheuuk! Pinch nipples! ♡♡ Nggit! ♡♡ Twist till they snap!! Haaut~~ Heung~♡"
Tears flowed. He devoured my lips. His soft tongue thrust in.
'This kiss... why... so sweet...?'
"Wuup! Chup... Churup... Nngut! Nnguuk! ♡♡"
Below, rough pounding; above, swapping saliva. My body shook. Another climax burned my soul.
Suddenly, my body convulsed. Walls contracted wildly.
"Aaaaah!! Oppa!! Cumming... me~♡ Gonna cum!!♡♡"
My voice cracked. A bitch's howl. My pussy sucked his cock fiercely.
"Fuck... squeezes so damn hard. A Virgin Ghost this crazy?"
He thrust harder. Slap! Slap!
"Nggiiiit!!! ♡♡ Huueeng~ ♡ Cock... hard cock~ ♡♡ So chewy!!"
My eyes rolled back. Drool dripped. He rubbed and pinched my nipples.
"Neeet!! Pinch... twist... even if my pussy rips, I love it!!♡ Nggiit!!♡♡"
What the hell was I saying?
Love juices cascaded like a waterfall.
"Cumming now! Filling you with hot cum!"
"Give it... giveee!!♡♡ In my womb... fill with hot stuff!!♡♡"
He thrust deep. And exploded.
Spurt!! Splurt!! Spurttt!!
Semen flooded. My body bowed. My mind went white. I felt my spiritual power surge.
If I could keep getting this strong spiritual power... I'd be loyal even as his personal fuckhole.
"Nggiiiit!!!♡♡ Hot... my guts ♡♡ womb...♡♡ burning... aaaang!!!"
Eyes rolled back. Foam at my mouth. My pussy wouldn't let go. Not my will. The shikigami state of Kang Mina, her body's will.
Semen overflowed. He pulled out. Splurt— with a pop, a sticky string of semen and juices stretched long before snapping.
"Haa...♡ Haa... Oppa... I'm... crazy..."
I panted, basking in the afterglow.
He picked me up. My wet body went limp.
"Back to bed now? Or... another round here?"
"...Anywhere... more... do me...♡"
This wasn't acting as Kang Mina. Purely my will.
After the intense bathroom fuck, I dried Mina with a towel and laid her on the bed. She was completely exhausted, eyes closed, breathing softly in sleep.
Her elastic body. Pressing her flesh with my finger, it bounced back like protesting not to.
I unconsciously fiddled with her huge tits. Just touching them brought waves of happiness. This body was addictive.
Should I just leave her as a shikigami? If the Virgin Ghost keeps suppressing Kang Mina's spirit... she'd be my personal fuckhouse.
Any reason to bring back the bitchy her?
"Hoo..."
I sat in the chair by the bed and lit a cigarette. Exhaling long smoke, I glanced at her belly.
If the Virgin Ghost keeps restraining her spirit like this, she won't last ten years before dying.
Kang Mina, whose dream was to become an idol. Leaving her like this would be as good as killing her.
Her life hung on my decision.
I could satisfy my lust every night. If I could at least return her life during the day... it would be the right thing.
"The act's over. Time for business. I gave you plenty of spiritual power, so you're full of energy now."
At my cold voice, Mina's—whom I thought asleep—eyes snapped open. At the same time, the ghost's eyeball hidden between her breasts popped out again.
The Virgin Ghost was post-orgasm blissed out but feigning calm, speaking in a composed voice.
"Yes, Master. Just give your orders."
"Earlier, you said Kang Rokgi was a target too. And U Minjeong's involved."
"Indeed."
"Spill who the shaman behind this is, and their backer. The one who sold our family in Cambodia seems like an insider."
The ghost rolled her eyeball, gauging me, then cautiously spoke.
"The one who leaked info to the Cambodian gang and commissioned the ritual... is none other than Kang Rokgi's closest aide."
"Closest aide?"
"Yes. The secretary chief, 'Park Taejun'."
Park Taejun. The name brought a sharp-eyed man to mind. The guy who stuck to Kang Rokgi like a shadow, handling all the dirty work for Samjeong Group.
He'd visited my father once before. That evening, Dad got blackout drunk. I remembered that much.
"Why that fucker? No way... was Dad's death his doing too?"
"That, I do not know."
Dad's death. I wouldn't care much if it was just about my stepmom and Mina, but if connected to Dad's death, that changed everything.
"Anyone tied to Dad's death... I can't let them be."
I clenched my fist, picturing Park Taejun.
Chapter 2. The Virgin Ghost Possessed My Little Sister. End.