The Senior's Scent
“No...! I... What are you even... saying...”
Frustrating. Can't even eat when it's handed to him on a platter.
“Obviously, I mean take it out. Jerk it off. Jerk it off.”
“What are you talking about! Th-that, I could never... Uh?!”
I acted before he could finish his sentence. I stroked his crotch once and found the zipper, pulling it down. A pretty impressive pillar sprang up through the gap. Even over his men's boxer briefs, it was bulging noticeably—this guy must be packing something decent.
“You got this rock-hard just looking at me, and now you're acting offended?”
I tossed off the dress shirt. Now, the only thing covering her skin was her bra.
“Lock the door.”
The guy hesitated, then fumbled with his pants and rushed to lock the door. Guess he is a man, after all.
“Good boy. Now...”
I walked toward him, making sure my heels clicked loudly against the floor. Then I squatted down. He was just a bit taller than me, so the height lined up perfectly.
“Not gonna pull your pants down? Or would you rather I do it—might be hotter for the viewer, huh?”
I gently tugged his pants down. His cock sprang right in front of my face. I poked it lightly with my fingertips.
“It's totally engorged with blood.”
I leaned in closer to check the scent. A strong masculine musk hit me. Normally, I'd find it repulsive, but in a woman's body—Da-sol's body—it was different. The thrilling aroma assaulted her brain—my brain. I felt my nipples hardening.
“You got this excited just looking at me? That's why you thought I wouldn't notice you sneaking off to jerk off in the bathroom all the time?”
I didn't know if it was true, but I made it up on the spot.
“No way...”
“Hmm, is that so? If it was, I was gonna help you out of pity.”
“Huh?”
“Come on. You got all worked up over my perfect body. Isn't that mostly my fault?”
His eyes trembled. I could sense his inner conflict. I teasingly stroked the tip of his cock with my fingertips.
“You serious? Or just bluffing?”
“I-it's true! I've jerked off thinking about you, Senior...!”
The guy couldn't hold back and spilled the truth.
“Kuh...!”
It was hilarious seeing him confess with his dick throbbing hard, not even knowing I wasn't the real her. But since he'd mustered the courage, I figured he deserved some praise and reward.
“Ahem...! Ahem...! I see.”
I cleared my throat again.
“Looks like it's my responsibility after all. My junior getting all horny over his senior's body. Guess I have to take care of it for you.”
I wrapped Da-sol's delicate hand around his cock and started stroking slowly. Perfect handjob technique, if I do say so myself.
“Feels good?”
I knew exactly how to satisfy a guy. I'd done it to myself hundreds of times.
“Ugh...”
He seemed to enjoy it, but something was missing. Maybe the third-person perspective felt off. Still, I wasn't worried. Because...
I stood up and unzipped my skirt. It dropped with a thud, exposing her—my—ribbon-trimmed panties in all their glory.
With the ultimate jerk-off material right in front of him, who wouldn't get hard?
“How's that? Getting you excited?”
I pressed right up against him, reached down, grabbed his cock, and worked it vigorously.
“Senior, you smell so good.”
Guess he was picking up on the shampoo or perfume. I knew that scent was perfect for driving a guy wild.
“Feels good, right? You can touch my tits.”
“Y-yeah...”
His trembling hand landed on my bra and squeezed.
“Eek...!”
His rough male grip sent shivers through me. Someone else's touch really hit different.
“Cum for me.”
I whispered softly in his ear.
“Ugh...! I'm gonna...!”
“Yeah, yeah, let it out.”
I breathed into his ear.
“You wanna shoot your load all over the hand of the senior who's always looked down on you, right?”
No sooner had I said it than a hot sensation flooded my hand. Cum dripped down my knuckles as his cock twitched and spurted it out in waves.
“Whoa!”
I'd expected it, but damn, it was messy. The sticky fluid coated my hand.
“Haa... Senior, that was amazing... Th-that...”
“Want more?”
He looked at me pitifully, like something was still lacking. But my mood had soured. A handjob didn't really do it for me—I wasn't getting off, just putting in effort. Still, it had been fun enough not to call it a waste. Time to wrap this up. Anything more would be a hassle. Maybe I'd just leave the body now.
I wondered what would happen to the guy, but since it looked like he'd done something super sketchy, he'd deal with the fallout himself. Karma and all that.
I said my mental goodbyes and closed my eyes. My soul slipped gently out of Da-sol's body. She collapsed with a thud, and the startled guy caught her.
“Clean this up before she wakes. Later.”
I turned to leave. But then he shouted.
“Y-you! You just possessed her, didn't you?!”
I whipped around in shock.
“What?! You can see me?”
This was a first. A living person spotting my ghostly soul.
“I knew something was off. Lee Da-sol would never talk so nicely or do something like this. You forced her, didn't you?”
He was spot on, so I had nothing to say. It was just for my amusement. I'd hijacked her body and made her do all that.
I panicked but calmed down. He didn't seem like he could hurt me. I'd play it by ear and back off.
“Wait, don't go!”
He said urgently.
“I-I have a favor to ask!”
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the floor.
“I'll do anything! Put me in a woman's body! You have the power, right?”
Now that was interesting. My curiosity piqued. I slipped back into Da-sol's body to talk.
“Ugh...! Aaah...!”
Even unconscious, she groaned in pain as I entered. Warmth soon flooded her body. I stood her up and spoke.
“Whew, yeah. You're right. I'm a possessor. Tell me more.”
“I've always wanted to be a woman. Not just any woman—a pretty one I could possess freely!”
The words tumbled out of him.
“And?”
“I've been able to see spirits since I was a kid. But I could never astral project or possess anyone—just watch wandering souls float around.”
He kept going.
“I'd only seen lost ghosts drifting aimlessly until now. You're the first possessing ghost I've ever seen. You must have some special power, right? Like controlling souls or something.”
“Yeah, pretty much. Spot on. I can kinda manipulate souls.”
I was just a regular ghost, but I couldn't show my hand, so I bluffed.
“So, bottom line—you wanna hop into a woman's body and have fun like me?”
I slipped my hand into my bra.
“Ahh!”
I let out an exaggerated moan.
“Yes! Help me! I'll do anything!”
“Ahahahaha!!!!!!!”
I burst out laughing. I wasn't the only one with those desires after all.
“Heh, I get it. But you're in no position to be rude, are you? Should I scream? Like, 'Min-su suddenly... Kyaa!'?”
His face hardened. Anyone seeing us half-naked would jump to one conclusion. But he knelt again and said,
“Mistress. I'll do anything. Command me.”
I pondered it. Having a minion wasn't bad, but his spirit-seeing ability worried me. What if he was lying and called an exorcist? I didn't want to get banished to the afterlife yet. There were endless women I wanted to enjoy.
Time to test if he was lying—or how loyal he'd be.
“Alright, let's say I put your soul into a woman's body right now. Like this one, Da-sol's. Your original body would just die. That cool with you?”
He answered instantly.
“Totally! I don't need this shitty life. I want a woman's body. I want to feel female pleasure!”
He shouted. I liked his vibe.
“Ahahahaha!!!!!!! Haha!!!!!! Shut up, someone'll hear outside.”
I laughed again. If someone wanted it this badly, it felt right to indulge him.
“Fine, but not yet. First, you'll be my dick slave. I could use a disposable cock to play with whenever. If you please me, maybe I'll hook you up with a woman's body later. Deal?”
It was true—I couldn't do everything alone at the hospital. A living dildo to use and toss would come in handy. His timing was lucky.
“Yes! Perfect! Command me!”
He groveled pathetically, bowing his head.