Night Talk 1-2

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1--The Demon-Raised Girl Chapter

1 Legend

has it that if you peel an apple in front of a mirror at midnight while keeping the peel intact, you can see your future partner.

In 2018,

Xiao Ling, an 18-year-old high school student in S City, came from a well-off family and, like most girls, was busy preparing for her senior year, facing the choice between arts and sciences. Of course, even the most diligent boarding students would find time to chat with their girlfriends about trivial gossip, and romance was always an unavoidable topic.

After discussing their opinions on those around them and the ambiguous feelings of youth, Xiao Dan, the youngest of the four girls in the dormitory, had counted the legendary 13 steps of the staircase. Of the four sisters, only Xiao Ling hadn't personally experienced it, so tonight's experiment was with Xiao Ling.

In the dim candlelight, everyone except Xiao Ling's baby face was half-hidden in the shadows, creating a tense atmosphere. She didn't really believe in these superstitious tales, continuing to peel the apple, oblivious to the strange expressions on the faces of those behind her. Just as she was about to finish peeling, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

Xiao Ling looked in the mirror; there was no one behind her. Her classmates had all vanished without a trace, replaced by the face of a middle-aged man in the dim light.

As if bewitched, Xiao Ling stared fixedly at her reflection. The middle-aged man slowly emerged from the shadows, gently embracing her with his strong arms.

However, this gentleness was short-lived. The man's thick hands slid down to Xiao Ling's 34D breasts, which were much fuller than those of her age.

Without any tenderness, his large hands forcefully kneaded her soft, white flesh, her large breasts constantly changing shape between his hands. The force and the roughness left behind numerous finger marks on her white skin.

However, Xiao Ling's face showed no pain or discomfort; instead, she flushed and seemed to be enjoying it. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her lower body, her slender fingers rubbing against the itchy spot.

The surrounding space had unknowingly changed, becoming an endless expanse of darkness, like a void.

The man behind Xiao Ling wasn't handsome, and he was completely naked except for a massive penis the size of a donkey. At this moment, that baseball bat-thick penis was erect like a dragon, lifting Xiao Ling's girlish pink nightgown high.

"Ah~~ Oh~~ So hot, phew~~" After some self-pleasure, Xiao Ling was deeply aroused. Her pure white panties were already soaked. The flush on her face grew even redder, and her breathing became more rapid. Feeling a hot, rod-like object pressing against her buttocks, even as a virgin, she knew what awaited her. Perhaps she was prepared, or perhaps she was controlled by a mysterious force, but the naive girl turned around on her own and embraced the man before her, offering a passionate kiss.

Their tongues greedily explored each other's mouths, swirling and sucking each other's saliva. A barely perceptible red light flashed in the man's eyes, and a beast-like growl escaped his throat.

The man grabbed Xiao Ling's round face with both hands and pushed her away. At this moment, the naive girl's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her tongue still lingering, her face filled with ecstasy. The man smiled eerily, and as he opened his mouth, a cloud of dark mist shot into Xiao Ling's small mouth.

The mist seemed to have a tangible substance, and Xiao Ling's throat bulged as the mist penetrated deeper. The pain of the foreign object being inserted into her throat jolted Xiao Ling, who had been lost in a dream, back to reality. Her eyes widened in terror, and she thrashed about, hitting the man, but to no avail. Only after the black mist dissipated did Xiao Ling's body convulse, and a stream of yellowish fluid flowed from her lower body. Her eyes rolled back for a moment before she regained consciousness, her face now flushed with lust, her eyes gazing at the man with seductive allure. Her slender hand automatically reached for his large penis.

The man stroked Xiao Ling's head, and with a slight pressure, slowly pressed her body down.

The girl's movements quickly became practiced and skillful. She knelt obediently before the man, gently stroking his penis with one hand while caressing his large breasts with the other. Her rosy lips parted, and she struggled to take the penis into her mouth. However, the penis was too large, and her mouth too small; the glans alone filled her entire oral cavity.

Xiao Ling's tongue skillfully enveloped and licked the penis, and the bulging veins seemed to come alive. The hard glans suddenly became slippery and surged towards the dark hole in Xiao Ling's throat. Xiao Ling's eyes rolled back again, and snot and tears streamed down her face. It felt as if a snake was wriggling inside her small neck. As Xiao Ling's face slowly turned from red to a purplish-red, the man's scrotum contracted, and the lithe snake transformed back into a rounded glans.

He took a step back, finally bringing Xiao Ling back to life. However, thick, grayish-white fluid oozed from her nose and mouth, smearing her chin and neck.

Seeing the man's stern gaze, Xiao Ling swallowed the remaining fluid and gave him a bittersweet, satisfied smile.

The man playfully kicked Xiao Ling's smooth buttocks, making her round, beautiful bottom stick up high in front of him. He grabbed her panties, ripped them off, and tossed them aside. Then, he grabbed Xiao Ling's slightly fleshy but not thick waist, making her limbs barely touch the ground, leaving her genitals as the highest point of her body.

Xiao Ling saw the penis, which had just erupted, rise again like a raging dragon. It was alive once more, darting towards her lower body like a serpent. Her heart was filled with complex emotions; this was her first time, yet, thanks to the development of her secret technique, she was also extremely excited.

With a soft thud, the penis plunged into the already wet virgin's vagina as if without any resistance. If it weren't for the bright red virginity, who would imagine that the woman with the dazed expression before them was only a virgin?

The thick penis moved in and out of the tender vagina, the pink vulva stretched to its limit, the pink labia opened into a thin, transparent sheet. This intercourse continued monotonously for an hour. Xiao Ling was already drenched in sweat. How could a virgin who had never experienced sex withstand such a monster's prolonged conquest? At this point, she was breathing heavily, more exhaling than inhaling.

Seeing that Xiao Ling was almost lost in thought, the man's scrotum contracted again, and waves of warm semen made Xiao Ling, who was as thin as a sack, tremble. A dazed expression returned to her face, and a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

The man tightly pressed his penis against the vaginal opening, but it was unclear how much he had ejaculated inside. Rings of grayish-white fluid seeped out from the almost impenetrable juncture.

Xiao Ling lay on the ground like a rag doll, breathing heavily. Watching the man gradually disappear into the darkness, a deep weariness slowly engulfed her as well.

Ring ring ring... Like every morning, the alarm clock in the girls' dormitory rang on time. One by one, the youthful and beautiful female students lazily got out of bed to wash up.

Xiao Ling was startled awake by the ringing. She found herself lying peacefully in her own bed. Instinctively, she reached for her genitals. She touched them; they were wet, but there was no thick, grayish-white fluid. She didn't feel anything unusual. Remembering the nightmare she had last night, she felt little fear, but rather a flush of heat rose to her face. Her fingers involuntarily explored her genitals.

It wasn't until she got out of bed that she was jolted back to reality. She quickly tidied herself up and went to wash up.

(2 Ghosts Raising)

Two types of Thai black magic are particularly famous: one is black magic (or "ghost raising"), and the other is raising ghost children. Raising ghost children refers to highly skilled black magic practitioners using various evil objects and techniques to feed the ghosts of children who died young, for their own use. But what if the ghost's power exceeds that of the summoner? If it's a small ghost

, it usually causes a backlash, but what if it's an old ghost? In 2020, two years later, the group of high school students had finished their college entrance exams. Several girls in the same dormitory, after exploring various urban legends, underwent a drastic personality change, becoming dissolute and extravagant, frequently running away from the dormitory and skipping classes. However, their final college entrance exam results were astonishing: these bad students who frequented bars and nightclubs all got into prestigious universities in S city. Even the teachers suspected them of cheating, but unfortunately, there was no evidence.

The four roommates were Xiao Ling, Mary, Xiao Dan, and Li Ying. After finishing high school, the four of them moved out of their homes without prior arrangement, telling their families they were sharing an apartment with classmates, with the rent paid by their "friends."

They rented a duplex unit in a high-end apartment complex near S University. The reason they could afford such a luxurious place was no mystery at all—they had all found wealthy patrons.

"Bang!" A loud door slam startled the other residents. Several young women in sexy pajamas poked their heads out or came out of their rooms. When they saw the somewhat disheveled Xiao Ling return, they all went back to their rooms as if nothing had happened.

Li Ying was the eldest of the four. She was very caring and maternal. In her early twenties, she possessed the qualities of a mature woman, with a remarkably well-developed figure—curvy and alluring. If it weren't for her youthful face and delicate skin, one could easily mistake her for a married woman.

Now, dressed in a set of high-end black lace lingerie, she was giving her godfather an oil massage in the room. Her godfather was a bald, overweight man in his sixties, his loose, flabby flesh sprawled on the bed. Liying sat on this mass of flesh, using her E-cup breasts and lush, dark pubic hair to give the man a full-body massage. The lubricant and the honey-like secretions from his genitals covered his back and buttocks. The old man was a little drowsy, but Liying didn't just go through the motions. Instead, she seemed to be enjoying herself, diligently rubbing against the old man's pubic hair. Her expression was also very thirsty, a hint of unsatisfied desire. In fact, ever since she spent the night in the old school building after the fire, her body had been prone to getting hot, especially her genitals. This heat made her particularly sensitive and easily aroused.

Mary was a somewhat awkward girl. She used to be withdrawn and insecure, but secretly a bit arrogant. However, after being photographed in the "ghost toilet," her personality changed. She changed her name to English and refused to be called by her original name. Coming from a rural background, she became increasingly Westernized, from her name to her lifestyle, constantly trying to escape her origins. Her farming upbringing gave her a physique more athletic than girls from the gym. Her dark skin had become smooth after two years of skincare. At 172cm tall, with a high bust and firm, perky buttocks, she had the potential to be a model.

Her boss was a mob boss, a muscular man covered in tattoos, yet with a seemingly refined face. He was ruthless and even perverted in bed, currently engaging in BDSM in the modified room. Mary wore a specially made leather jacket with zippers in several key areas; now, unzipped, it revealed her tightly squeezed breasts and smooth vulva. To satisfy his peculiar fetish, the gang leader had specially learned professional knot-tying techniques from a Japanese rope bondage master. He had Mary suspended on a specially made frame, making her already prominent breasts even more pronounced, with a gag in her mouth, from which glistening strands of fluid trickled. Meanwhile, he was squatting on the ground, licking her unkempt, smelly vulva.

Xiao Dan was the youngest of the group, not because she was the youngest, but because she had a youthful face and hadn't developed much. At 154cm tall, she had an A-cup, though her buttocks were quite large. Her innocent smile always evoked a feeling of first love, but actually taking such a girl to bed always carried a tinge of guilt.

Of course, just as some people prefer mature women, others prefer young girls. The vice-principal of S City University had such a preference. He always made Xiao Dan dress up in Japanese-style school uniforms and swimsuits to serve him, and he also enjoyed various role-playing games. Xiao Dan's personality differed from her innocent appearance. She used to be a well-behaved child, but after counting those thirteen steps, she seemed to have truly transformed into a little devil. Don't be fooled by her current pitiful act in cooperation with the principal; whenever his groping hands groped her tender body, she would inadvertently reveal a cold smile—not a mocking smile, not a joyful one, but rather a smile of anger.

With the support of these "godfathers," this place was practically a private club, modernly decorated, with a beautiful environment, a bar, an entertainment room, and a gym. Coupled with the careful styling of several young girls, the entire place exuded an air of luxury. Only a shrine in the main hall stood out incongruously from the surroundings, and this shrine even had a door. Normally, the things offered in the shrines weren't anything shameful.

Xiao Ling took a deep breath to calm herself, then respectfully opened the shrine. Inside was a white-faced fox-like deity, somewhat resembling a Japanese Inari deity, except it had nine tails on its back.
Upon seeing the deity, Xiao Ling trembled uncontrollably. She quickly bowed her head, forcing herself to light incense in the incense burner, and then respectfully closed the shrine again.

After doing this, Xiao Ling rushed back to her room. Finding nothing there, she felt a void in her heart, along with a tinge of worry. Last night, she and her "godfather" had gotten involved with her cousin, Xiao Tong, intending to offer her cousin's virginity for her godfather's use. However, they encountered some unknown individual who possessed exorcism and demon-catching abilities, nearly harming her godfather. Now that her godfather was gone, she couldn't rest easy.

"You're back?" A deep voice sounded from behind. He had appeared on the sofa sometime during the night; it was the same "godfather" that Xiao Ling had summoned while peeling an apple years ago, the same one Yu Huanshui had summoned.

Xiao Ling was startled, but seeing the man unharmed, she smiled with relief. Like a child, she skipped over to him and jumped happily onto his lap. She was attending her cousin's birthday party with a group of young people she knew from the streets, so her outfit was very "fitting." A tight-fitting, cropped top with a cartoon bear on it, stretched into a flat, odd shape by her increasingly full double-D breasts, and a super-short skirt that was only 15 centimeters long, fluttering lightly with her movements, revealing her sexy black underwear. At this moment, straddling the man, she said with genuine joy, "Master, I'm so glad you're alright!" As she spoke, she gave him a passionate kiss

, and the man responded with his tongue. His hand naturally rested on the large breasts he had nurtured. He closed his eyes and listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the house. When he opened them, he uttered a nonsensical remark: "A bunch of useless trash, all they do all day is fuck, and they're so noisy."

Xiao Ling's man was incorporeal, what we commonly call a ghost, and the girls and their godfather, living with a ghost, were naturally not ordinary people.

In Li Ying's room, the fat old man had turned around, but now the fat man was just a human skin, the only thing still swollen was his erect penis pointing skyward. Li Ying's plump body lay prone on that terrifying human skin, her vulva inserted with that one swollen penis, while her anus was also wide open. Behind her was a charred humanoid figure—or rather, a humanoid figure—covered in scabs from burns on its face and body. Its penis resembled a charred stick, yet both the scabs and the stick faintly glowed with a reddish light, as if the fire hadn't yet died down. Li Ying, whose once snow-white flesh was now covered in black and gray handprints, her anus was bright red, and every time the woman opened her mouth to groan, smoke would escape. This

was the legendary "Painted Skin" demonic art, except this demon had been burned alive, resulting in a much higher body temperature than normal. If Li Ying hadn't been forcibly infused with a large amount of yin energy, she might have burned to death from the excessive heat.

Mary was still hanging from the frame, but there were two men in the room. Her handsome and imposing gangster boyfriend was now kneeling on the floor like a dog, licking the other man's feet, his genitals firmly locked in a metal chastity cage.

The one violating Mary was a skinny, nerdy guy. This guy had greasy hair, wore large black-rimmed glasses, and his large buck teeth were now protruding from his mouth. He was drooling and thrusting into Mary's tender little hole with extreme shrinkage. Mary was moaning "husband" and "master" with lustful cries, as if the nerdy guy's tiny penis was giving her immense satisfaction.

The nerdy guy's face became even more lewd, and his tongue extended, but it was far too long—a full meter long, wet and greasy tongue, like a snake, licking Mary's two proud, rosy nipples, then plunging into her mouth, stirring and even reaching into her throat, causing Mary to feel nauseous.

The advantage of a spirit is its high variability, which has two main aspects. First is creativity, or imagination; the more specific the imagined thing, the more realistic the change. Second is belief. A soul without a physical body can change in countless ways after gaining imagination, but if it loses its belief, it may become like an amoeba, unable to return to its original state.

There were no other strange things in Xiao Dan's room, but her situation and that of the vice principal seemed to have reversed. The chubby vice principal was now kneeling on the large bed, his buttocks sticking out high, looking as disgusting and lewd as could be. At his anus was a huge, solid, veiny penis, which was growing into the lower body of the little girl wearing a Japanese school uniform. At this moment, her face still had a childlike quality, but her androgynous temperament was stronger. If it weren't for the slight bulge in her chest, one would definitely think that the little girl was actually a cross-dresser.

Xiao Dan and the demon possessing her body have become symbiotic, and her body has even been modified. Unless one possesses exceptional magical power, this modification is permanent, as is the case with Xiao Dan. In other words, Xiao Dan is now a transvestite. However, this demon was lustful in life, so even as a transvestite, Xiao Dan still uses her magic to assault men. Of course, she recruited the lewd vice-principal purely for money and future convenience at school.

Just as Xiao Ling's godfather was about to vent his anger on her, the doorbell rang.

In the four rooms, the four girls were again grumbling and cursing. Finally, Xiao Ling kissed her godfather and went downstairs to open the door.

"Mr. Huang, you're here! I missed you so much!" Xiao Ling opened the door with a smile.

Xiao Ling greeted Mr. Huang and led him into the living room, where her godfather was already sitting on the sofa waiting.

"Old Yu, I have to say, your real body is pretty tough, isn't it? A loser at home, a struggling company, and he still lives shamelessly. Tell me, how can you be so shameless?" Boss Huang said mockingly, his hand casually pinching Xiao Ling's increasingly plump buttocks.

The ghost coldly looked at Boss Huang: "Blackie, get to the point. Don't touch my incense burner. Unlike my fellow disciples, I don't share."

Boss Huang continued with a grin, only withdrawing his hand that had been taking advantage of her. He pulled a photo from his pocket and handed it over: "My wife is looking for this person. See if any of you brothers have time to keep an eye out for him."

Yu Huanshui took the photo: "It's him?" The photo showed Wen Xiang.

"You know him?" Boss Huang asked in surprise.

"I don't know him, I've only seen him before. Alright, I'll keep an eye out for you. Just remember to take care of me when I return to my true form." While demons and monsters possess magical arts, excessive use of these techniques is often fatal. Modern society also has forces to counterbalance them. Therefore, there's a secret agreement between humans and demons/monsters: things that can be resolved using human rules shouldn't involve strange and unusual methods. Otherwise, if discovered, they'll become unregistered, and the authorities might beat them to a pulp.

After reaching an agreement with Boss Huang, Youhun took Xiao Ling back to his room. He'd been caught in the act by Xiao Tong's boyfriend at her house, then kicked out of the karaoke bar, and hadn't managed to absorb any female yin essence all day. He was both frustrated and weak, and had no desire to stay with Boss Huang any longer. Boss Huang politely watched the ghost leave. As soon as he and Xiao Ling returned to their room and closed the door, he heard Xiao Ling's moans coming from inside. He knew the house was well-insulated; the ghost had deliberately let him hear, warning him not to disturb them.

He had known the ghost for some time. As a remnant of Yu Huanshui's soul, the ghost had used various means to attack his original self mentally, financially, and emotionally in order to seize control of the main body. The most ruthless of these was cheating on him. Therefore, although the women in this place weren't considered private property, they couldn't be touched without the master's permission. He stroked his chin and began to investigate the other rooms.

"Hey, black guy, wanna join?" With a childlike smile, Xiao Dan turned her head, who was playing with the fat man's penis, and greeted Boss Huang with a giggle, her buttocks wiggling up, down, left, and right as her huge penis thrust hard into the old man.

Upon seeing this, Boss Huang's anus tightened instantly, and his face turned green as he said, "Officer Lao, no, no, I just went into the wrong room. You can have fun." He quickly closed the door. He wasn't averse to the loli, but what made him nauseous was the old man playing 69 with her. The old man's lewd expression as he sucked on the loli's large penis made him want to vomit; he wasn't prepared for his anus to be damaged. Besides, he and Officer Lao were practically acquaintances; this guy had a penchant for men in his past life, and if he went in, his rear would definitely be in danger.

He calmed himself down and opened another door. What he saw was like a science fiction scene. The genitals of the thin, bespectacled otaku were no longer normal; from his waist down, countless purple tentacles covered his genitals. These viscous tentacles bound Mary's body, and every possible opening in her flesh was filled with tentacles—large ones in her mouth and vagina, small ones like needles or threads invading her ears, buttocks, and even nipples. Mary's expression was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, sometimes showing extreme relaxation and comfort, and at other times contorting in agony. Her facial features would contort in pain, and when the pain was intense, her body would arch back as if electrocuted, even her fingers and toes would curl and squirm uncontrollably, her limbs twisted in unimaginable ways. The gang leader beside her watched with adoration, his mouth gagged, his hands and feet bound behind his back, his genitals raised high and firmly restrained by the iron cage, his entire body trembling with excitement.

The moment Boss Huang stepped inside, the nerdy guy turned around and yelled, "Hey, hey, Blackie, no, no! I don't like eating from the same pot as everyone else either!"

Boss Huang snorted coldly, knowing immediately that this guy had been eavesdropping on their conversation in the hall. Bored, he closed the door again. He knew this nerdy guy was extremely insecure and gloomy, always coming up with all sorts of bizarre antics, yet he couldn't stand someone with his natural strength. Unfortunately, although this nerdy guy's physical and magical abilities were no match for his, he possessed extraordinary intelligence. In this information age, his abilities were sometimes more effective and terrifying than his own supernatural powers.

After two unsuccessful attempts, Boss Huang was about to give up and go home. But just then, he heard a loud scream coming from the last room. The scream was alluring, but very short, abruptly ending as if someone had grabbed his neck.

"Damn it, black man, can't you knock?" A gruff voice rang out, belonging to the charcoal-like humanoid figure. The old fat man's body had already been thrown under the bed. He was now on the bed, ravaging Li Ying's voluptuous body beneath him. One was black, the other white; one was rough and calloused, the other smooth and silky. Li Ying's body was now as black as if she'd been in a mine. Li Ying's genitals were swollen and red from being violated for who knows how long, with traces of blood still visible. Yet, her gentle face remained flushed, her cheeks rosy, her lower lip tightly pressed together, her face full of shyness.

Seeing Boss Huang enter, Li Ying's face turned even redder, and she quickly turned her face away, unable to look at

him. "It's noon now, want to mooch a meal here?" Unlike the previous two, he was very familiar with this charcoal-like monster; they had known each other long before they became inhuman.

So, without any hesitation, he began to undress, looking like he was about to join the fray. This kind of virtuous woman was Huang's favorite, especially since Liying was actually just a young girl. Although she looked mature, her firm skin and shy expression exuded youthful energy.

Black Charcoal clearly welcomed Huang's arrival, turning Liying over to expose her pert white buttocks. Liying shyly pushed Black Charcoal away, letting out a series of coquettish whimpers, but then inadvertently thrusting her large, white buttocks forward, swaying them slightly, creating waves of flesh that were dazzling to the eye.

"Haha, you little slut, what are you pretending for? Don't you like three-way penetration the most? Come on, I'll satisfy you." While thrusting into Liying's wet vagina, Black Charcoal spread her labia with both hands, revealing her not-so-light-colored, tender anus, indicating to Huang not to be polite.

Before even taking off his clothes, Boss Huang thrust his massive penis into the tender anus. However, his penis was completely black, like a black man's phallus. The glans was blocked by the pink flesh as soon as it entered, making it difficult to go any further. Seeing how tight Li Ying's back door was, Boss Huang became even more excited. He reached to their point of contact and found only a few specks of blood. It turned out that the temperature of the charcoal-burning stick was too high, evaporating Li Ying's vaginal fluids. He wondered how she could endure such a rough penis. Helpless, Boss Huang spat on the anus to lubricate his penis and thrust again. The anus was still tightly closed, but with the lubrication and Boss Huang's force, his penis was squeezed inch by inch into the tight flesh.

"Ah~~" Before Liying could even cry out, the old man's body, which had been lying on the ground, inflated and stood up again, his semi-erect penis thrusting into her open mouth.

Gone was her earlier shyness. Each time, the two large penises penetrated her through the thin membrane, invading her body simultaneously, making her eyes almost twice their original size. She sucked on the ugly old man's penis in her mouth with relish. Her previously limp body now seemed full of strength. She used her hands on either side of the old man's head to prop herself up, adjusting the angle of each thrust. When the soft mattress could no longer support the powerful impacts, Liying quickly supported herself with one hand on the old man's body, occasionally stroking the rare patches of skin on his skin, while the other hand held the fat old man's buttocks, allowing the penis in her mouth to penetrate even deeper.

Liying seemed born for group sex, the four of them constantly changing positions. In an hour, several males were on top of her, leaving behind a large amount of excrement in her vagina. She had transformed from a voluptuous, fair-skinned woman into a filthy, stinking slut, covered in black and gray stains. Despite her filth, her spirits remained high. The black charcoal had disappeared, and the fat old man had come back to life, his face rosy, sprawled on the sofa as Liying obediently cleaned him.

Beside him stood a satisfied Mr. Huang, now fully dressed, waving to the fat old man while responding to the phone call: "Annie, baby, missed me? Hey, stop it... I'm back now... driving, can't talk anymore."

3. Origin:

Ghosts and monsters are an unknown entity, with countless explanations: energy bodies, reincarnation, resentment. And the strongest feeling people have towards this unknown is fear.

Ten years ago, Yu Huanshui was in a car accident. In the accident, he lost his best friend, a chance to rise to prominence, and other things he didn't know about. It was a coastal highway. As Yu Huanshui's motorcycle overtook another vehicle in the opposite lane, before he could return to his own lane, a large truck suddenly appeared from the road hidden by mountains. At the same time, the lighthouse on the opposite island across the sea lit up, a dark but strong light, whether from the light source or not, swept across the scene of the accident.

While Yu Huanshui was being questioned in the hospital, the fragment of his lost courage lingered in the mortal world like a ghost.

Because of the incompleteness of his soul, he became an anomaly. Because he could return to his body and had the hope of resurrection, he did not have the resentment of other vengeful spirits lingering in the mortal world, and thus retained his sanity. His body and the other souls were still alive and well, so he could not enter the underworld. He was a fragment of Yu Huanshui's courage, thus filled with ambition, curiosity, and a spirit of adventure.

The remnant soul had once wanted to return to its body, but when he saw the main soul shift the blame for the accident onto Dazhuang when answering the police's questions, a surge of anger rose within him. Such a person was unworthy of controlling him; he should be the one in control of this body.

From that moment on, he began his journey as a ghost, seeking to experience this different world and find a way to control his own body.

The life of a ghost was incredibly novel; he saw many things he had never seen before. The city was the same, yet countless unfamiliar things had appeared. Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the Black and White Duo, truly existed, occasionally taking away newly deceased souls like police officers, but also ignoring matters outside their duties, just like the police. Therefore, they didn't react much to him, occasionally even greeting him—much more friendly than the city management officers. There are also many mindless wandering ghosts, mostly those who couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation due to unfulfilled wishes or resentment. However, because their resentment is too strong, their minds are gradually clouded, trapping them in a vicious cycle. Without a mind, they can't fulfill their wishes; failing to fulfill their wishes only intensifies their resentment, thus leaving them lingering in the mortal realm. He dared not approach these monsters; the first time, in his ignorance, he almost had his soul scattered by a madman. Later, he also encountered some legendary ghosts and fox spirits, though most of them were hidden in plain sight and didn't harm people much.

Over the years, his horizons broadened, and he came to know some mysterious beings and the unspoken rules of this world, further strengthening his desire to reclaim his body.

Finally, at a university in S City, he met a thousand-year-old fox spirit, became her disciple, and learned how to become a ghost and the great supernatural power of possession. His plan finally had the means to be realized: first, he needed to make "himself" commit suicide, allowing the other souls, or at least most of them, to leave his body.

As the ghost of Yu Huanshui, he couldn't help but care about his family. He inadvertently discovered that his wife, Gan Hong, was frequently harassed by her boss at work. Although she seemed unhappy, she would occasionally bring their child to see him... Looking at his chubby son, and then at his chubby boss... Damn it, it seems he's been cuckolded, and... he's even an unwitting father.

Kill this woman? Looking at her dignified face, he finds her repulsive, but killing her is unbearable. It seems the only thing he can do is grant her wish, which will only make the original body more desperate. Therefore, he impersonated the long-lost chubby man, approached him, and then, during their conversation, intentionally or unintentionally shared his strategies for getting married women into bed. Sometimes, inducing someone to commit a crime is more effective than threatening or manipulating them; people are always good at learning, especially bad things.

The fat man was quick to learn. He stopped touching Gan Hong inappropriately and instead began to care for and cherish her. Gradually, Gan Hong became willing to open up to her ex-boyfriend, occasionally venting about her family. This gave the fat man an opportunity, and he cleverly made Gan Hong confront Yu Huanshui's lies. Lies are hurtful, especially when they are used to beautify a family. As these fig leaves were torn away one by one, Gan Hong saw magnified flaws.

Of course, when two men talk about seducing women, how could they not discuss bedroom techniques? The fat man became Gan Hong's ex-boyfriend because of his wealth and power, and also because of his exceptional talent. Unfortunately, the fat man had a winning hand but lacked the matching skills, always being too direct. Youhun, on the other hand, was now a disciple of the fox spirit and had been married to Gan Hong for many years. He knew how to arouse this woman's desire, and thus, some strategies for conquering Gan Hong were inadvertently revealed to the fat man.

After a period of persuasion, Fatty finally managed to take the emotionally distressed Gan Hong to a hotel after a company party. Having been married to Yu Huanshui for many years, Gan Hong had settled down and now appeared shy and demure in another man's bed. Slightly drunk, Gan Hong had complex feelings towards her ex-boyfriend, Fatty. She felt she should remain faithful to her husband as a married woman, but her past indiscretions with Fatty before marriage made it impossible for her to completely reject him. Furthermore, his relationship with her child's father meant she often felt taken advantage of by him at work.

Lately, Fatty seemed to have changed; he was much more well-behaved and even chatted with her considerately, essentially listening to her complaints and helping her analyze her family troubles. At the deeper parts of the conversation, he would hug her and pat her back. Although she knew he was just being affectionate, his actions were much gentler than before, and she didn't find them offensive; in fact, she felt a little comforted by them.

She'd had a few drinks tonight, and her whole body felt weak and unwilling to move. Even though she clearly saw the fat man undressing, she didn't want to resist. After all, he was her ex-boyfriend; what hadn't they seen? She hadn't had any fun since marrying Yu Huanshui. Tonight, she was drunk, and it wasn't intentional;

she'd just let the fat man have his way with her this once. Giving herself a flimsy excuse, Gan Hong let the fat man do as he pleased. The fat man was as skilled as ever, undressing her in less than three minutes, even giving her a wet kiss as he did so. Ugh, that fat man, still so disgusting. His tongue was sticking in and relentlessly teasing hers, sucking her saliva—it was disgusting.

The fat man hadn't taken off her black stockings; instead, he'd torn a hole at her vulva. How annoying! She had to go home later. Her underwear was pulled down, and she could feel a cool sensation in her genitals—yes, it was wet. Thinking about this, Gan Hong's face flushed, but thankfully, the fat man couldn't tell because of the alcohol.

To Gan Hong's surprise, the fat man, who wasn't very skilled, was now kneeling under her buttocks, licking her labia with his thick, fat tongue. It was disgusting. She wanted to push the fat man's head away, but his thick tongue was so alluring that she couldn't resist. Her outstretched hand finally limply rested on his head, stroking his hair.

The fat man licked with great effort. Since their breakup, he had had many girlfriends, but only Gan Hong had given him a child. What attracted him even more was that Gan Hong had maintained a very slim figure after giving birth, even possessing a mature charm that surpassed her former youthful self. The fact that he could only look at her but not touch her made him even more attached to this ex-girlfriend, and he was determined to conquer her.

As he licked, a gush of heat suddenly sprayed onto the fat man's face. Following the instructions of the ghost, he focused on stimulating several sensitive spots, and surprisingly, he managed to make the drunken Gan Hong lose control of her bladder using only his tongue. Wiping his face, the fat man saw Gan Hong covering her face with her hands in embarrassment, quickly clamping her legs together, looking like a child who had done something wrong. The fat man pulled down his underwear, spread her long legs, and eagerly thrust his erection inside. With a soft "whoosh," he filled her familiar yet unfamiliar vagina completely. "Baby, why is it still so tight?" he said, as he leaned down and began sucking on Gan Hong's nipples.

Gan Hong's voice seemed to come from afar, sometimes there and sometimes not. Her moans sounded even more lewd. Gan Hong still couldn't forget her ex, especially his powerful penis and stamina, which were simply a woman's blessing. Years had passed, and his skills had become more and more proficient, with more and more tricks. Perhaps, it wouldn't be bad to let him take advantage of her occasionally. Unconsciously, Gan Hong's tolerance for the fat man was becoming more and more lenient.

Once a woman's defenses have even the slightest crack, a man can tear a huge hole in them. Acceptance of the heart also signifies openness of the body. Since they've already slept together, there's no need to pretend to be reserved; it's better to let loose and enjoy the pleasure. With this newfound understanding, Gan Hong's shapely legs, still clad in stockings, arched and spread wide, allowing the fat man's massive body to get closer and his long penis to penetrate deeper. This openness caused Gan Hong to moan with pleasure: "Ah~~ Ah~~ Harder, harder, deeper, deeper!"

Hearing the moans, the fat man seemed to receive a command. He slipped his hands under the woman's arms, grasped her slender shoulders, closed his eyes, and threw his fleshy body onto her, then began thrusting relentlessly.

The fat man was indeed exceptionally talented; despite his physique, he could thrust at a rapid pace for a full 15 minutes without slowing down.

"Ah~~ Ah~~ I'm going to die, stop, ah~~ I'm going to be fucked to death." With this surge of thrusts, the fat man adjusted his angle perfectly, not penetrating deep into the uterus, but instead focusing on Gan Hong's G-spot, delivering a relentless assault. Before he even ejaculated, he had Gan Hong breathless, her eyes glazed over, her lower body dripping with fluids, experiencing repeated orgasms.

During the first act of lovemaking between the adulterous couple, neither of them noticed the uninvited guest on the sofa. Yu Huanshui's lingering spirit had originally intended to watch this lewd scene to extinguish his last vestige of attachment to this woman. Whether it was lingering affection for Gan Hong or a possible cuckold fetish, he found himself burning with desire. Just as he was considering whether to join in and release his pent-up pent-up desire, someone nearby began performing a soul-summoning ritual.

It was a strange spell called "Peeling Apples." His master said it was originally a trick used by Western ghosts to deceive people; it didn't exist in the East. But since someone wanted to see a ghost, why not show himself and take advantage?

After giving his wife one last look, the ghost flew towards S City Middle School without looking back. There, four girls were peeling apples with candles lit. He noticed that behind three of them were his senior brothers, while the round-faced girl peeling the apple obediently stared at the mirror. He chased away his brothers and appeared before the mirror without hesitation, ready to receive his offering.

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