A Chinese Ghost Story in the Male Dormitory

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The university dormitory was quiet late at night. I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
It was the weekend, and my roommates had all gone home, leaving me alone. I'd had a great time chatting on BBS, but as soon as I turned off the computer, I felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. All I wanted was to find a girl to share a warm bed with. Always feeling lonely, I wondered: when will spring finally arrive?
"Hello?"
A woman's voice rang out, softly, almost tentatively. I opened my eyes wide and looked around, then chuckled. I knew my own room best; there was no woman there. Sigh, even hallucinations. I pulled the covers tighter and tried to sleep.
"Hello?"
It came again, this time clearly—it really was a woman's voice. I almost jumped up, asking nervously,
"Who? Who's in my room?" My left hand reached for the light switch, and the whole room instantly lit up—strange…strange? There was nothing there.
The voice rang out again, "Don't panic, and don't be afraid. I mean no harm." It paused, then continued, "The reason I came to your room is... is..."
"What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"It's because... I like you..." Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible. "I really like you, that's why I mustered the courage to speak up; I hope I didn't scare you." I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, the blanket pulled up to my chin, rubbing my eyes. Yes, there was no one else in the room, but the voice seemed to come from every corner... "Where are you hiding? What do you mean by saying you like me?"
The voice sighed softly, "I don't know why I like you, it's fate! I've been following you for a year now. Hey, don't bother looking, you can't see me, I don't have a body!" I shook my head blankly, "No, this must just be a dream. It's nighttime, so I'm dreaming." But the dream felt so real. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and asked the air, "You don't have a body? What does that mean? Who are you?"
"I'm just a spirit! What do humans call us again? Ghosts or phantoms." "You... what are you... I don't believe in gods or ghosts, don't lie to me." "Whether you believe or not doesn't matter," she said playfully, "Ghosts really exist, and they're right here, and that ghost likes you and wants to win your friendship!"
"Starting like this? How is that possible?" I was a little angry, startled. "You said you've been following me for
a year? To class, to the library, to meals?"
"Yeah, and to the toilet, to shower... I love the way you look when you're immersed in the hot water. Now, what I want to do most is sleep with you!" "
What? What did you say?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"I said: I want to sleep with you. Do you want me?"
I swallowed hard. What was this? A Chinese Ghost Story? Even though I'm in my mid-twenties, sleeping with a female ghost?
"I...I've never slept with a girl before."
She said with a sympathetic tone, "I know that, I just love your purity! So...what kind of body would you like me to have?" I
was momentarily stunned. "You mean: you can become anything I want?" "Yes."
My mouth dropped open, and it took me a while to say, "That sounds incredible." "Really? Why?"
"I don't know, it just seems unbelievable. This is insane, I must be dreaming!
There are 2.5 billion men on Earth, how could a female ghost be in my room in the middle of the night, asking me what kind of body I want to sleep with?"
"Actually, I've met quite a few men...only you can make my heart flutter." I didn't know whether to feel unlucky or proud. "But, why would you like me?" "Do humans need a reason to like someone?" she countered.
"I don't think so."
"We ghosts are the same." She smiled mischievously again, "Okay, what do you like me to look like?" I hesitated. Would playing with a ghost shorten my lifespan? But her voice sounded quite sincere; maybe she really liked me! Okay, I'll give it a try. Anyway, I do good deeds, so Buddha will bless me. "I like... someone about my height."
"That's easy," she said. "Next, skin color?"
"Skin color!" I murmured. "White women are nice, but the texture is a bit off... I don't really like black women... Oh, right, the kind with a naturally dark skin, like in India."
"No problem. Hair color?"
"Black. And long and straight! I hope you look a bit like an Indian woman." "But most tall and slender Indians have Western features!" "Really? Okay, that's fine." "
Whatever you like!" She then asked, "So what kind of figure do you like?" "Hmm, medium bust size, big nipples, how about that?"
She chuckled. "This is truly unexpected that you would like this kind of physique; I'll do it anyway. What about the build? Slender, light, or strong?" "Slim, but with some muscle," I said. "But not the kind of muscular, overly developed muscles, just the kind that come from natural exercise."
"I can't believe it..." I suddenly felt like I was ordering my steak at a restaurant how well-done it was and how much sauce to add... Body hair?
She laughed again: "Sorry, I know this is a bit crazy; but I have to do it your way... Do you want me to have leg hair, pubic hair, and armpit hair?"
"Oh!" I thought for a moment, and then laughed at myself. "I know it's better for humans to be natural, but I want a hairless body..."
"Okay! I can become a hairless woman." After a pause, "I'm going to reveal myself now, are you ready?"
"Wait a minute." Suddenly realizing I was practically naked while sleeping, "Let me put my clothes on first." "What does it matter if you're not wearing clothes? I can't conjure clothes, so I'm naked anyway; besides, I've been with you for a year, I know your body inside and out. I like you naked." I sighed and said, "Okay."
It was that simple; one moment, I was alone in the room; the next, she appeared, standing in front of my bed. By the bedside lamp, she was truly beautiful—slender, healthy dark skin, small breasts covered with areolas darker than her skin, long black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. She extended her hand with queenly grace. I hesitated for a moment, then reached for her hand; I was startled again. I had always thought ghosts were ethereal or cold; but her hand was so warm, her skin so smooth, just like ours.
She smiled at me, then pulled my hand to touch her soft breasts. "Come! Touch me, touch this body you created."
I could feel my hand trembling. "I can't believe it... Am I dreaming?" Was this really not a hallucination? Her breasts were so real, so warm, and carried a strong, uniquely feminine fragrance. If this was a dream, it was going too far.
She stepped onto the bed, her whole body resting on my shoulder; I could feel her breasts touching my upper arm. Her breath was sweet as she spoke, "Even if it's a dream, it's okay... Why don't you enjoy yourself now and leave the question of whether it's a dream or not until dawn?" "Okay!" Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I was still suspicious: "Hey, you're not some runaway underage girl who can do magic tricks, are you? Don't fool me!"
She chuckled and suddenly disappeared again, "Do you think I'm fooling you?"
She just vanished like that, how strange! But within seconds, "someone" gently touched me; lips felt wet, a pair of hands wrapped around my back, two mounds of flesh pressed against my bare chest; there was definitely nothing in front of me, yet the feeling was so real…
I lay back on the bed, and she was still around me; I began to respond to her kisses. She pulled away from my lips and began kissing my neck, her fingers freely exploring my body. Finally, she found the belt of my underwear and anxiously pulled it off. I embraced her, whom I couldn't see, and caressed her back.
My erection rose rapidly, then was swallowed by something wet and warm. I still couldn't see her, but I could feel her in my arms, enjoying my virginity. So tight, so powerful, as if something was sucking me in. Every muscle in my body tensed. Suddenly, an unimaginable pleasure surged through my body like electricity, a spasm of ecstasy, and my long-dormant white semen erupted like a volcano, spraying higher and higher with each spurt.
This pleasure felt like it lasted for centuries, then her lips returned to mine, her breasts pressed against mine. We kissed again. This must be sex, I thought, my bones feeling completely weak. But within a minute, my lower body began to stir restlessly, as if I hadn't lost a single drop of masculine energy and could start all over again.
It seemed we did this repeatedly all night, each time with joy, each time perfect, each time incredible, and after each time, I was always full of energy and ready to go again immediately. If this was a dream, it was the most incredible erotic dream I'd ever had; I wished I could dream like this forever.
[The End]

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