[The Ghost Wife - Part 1 - The Ghost Building] [Author's Ghost Stories] [The End]

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Prologue:

A small building near the river in Shanghai, decorated in a classical style, exuding an atmosphere of history from its furniture to its furnishings. The only flaws were the slightly dark interior and the creaking sounds emanating from the rooms.

On a swaying antique nanmu bed, a slender, snow-white body was kneeling and violently rocking back and forth. Only one woman was on the bed, and some supernatural phenomena were occurring on this full, white body. The tent was filled with smoke, and the woman was drenched in sweat. Her long limbs seemed to be pulled backward by an invisible force, her 36E breasts deforming irregularly as if being kneaded by a pair of large hands. Her pert buttocks rippled with waves as they were struck by an unknown force. Beneath her wet, shoulder-length hair was her beautiful face, but although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were white. Most incredibly, a thick, fleshy penis that had appeared out of nowhere was being rapidly thrust into her vagina.

The woman had clearly been engaged in intense intercourse for quite some time; each time the penis withdrew, it brought out some thick, white fluid. The woman's face was in a dazed state, her bright red lips glistening with moisture, and she was emitting indistinct moans. Suddenly, the moans turned high-pitched, and a low growl, seemingly from the depths of her soul, burst forth from her mouth. As if a dam had been opened, a gush of turbid fluid gushed from her vagina.

After the climax, the woman lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, and said weakly, "It's so good... to... stay here... um..."

Chapter One

: "Mr. He, Mrs. He, no matter the decor or the price, I've searched all over Shanghai and found nothing better than this place." Agent Chen promoted the place with a professional smile.

"Wife, what do you think?" He Xiang, the tailor husband with thick-rimmed glasses, asked his wife, He Wanzhi, who was 10 years younger than him, in a low voice.

"Hmm, it's not bad here. Can you make it a little cheaper?" He Wanzhi was born in Northeast China and raised in Shanghai. Her figure, appearance, and even personality combined the characteristics of women from both the North and South. She was 173 cm tall, with 120 cm of that in her legs, 36D breasts, a 30 cm perky bottom, a 22-inch waist, and slender limbs. Her distinct features were accentuated by makeup, giving her a touch of the soft charm unique to Southern beauties. She spoke with unambiguous firmness, yet her words came out in the intoxicating soft Wu dialect.

Agent Chen's face showed difficulty, as if he had made a tough decision after a struggle, and he said, "Another 100,000, that's really not enough. If the homeowner wasn't in a hurry to immigrate, with such a good location and such a beautiful house, I really wouldn't want to sell so hastily."

"Okay, deal." The two parties reached an agreement and signed the contract that afternoon. While He Wanzhi was celebrating finally having her own little home with He Xiang in her arms, she was unaware of the scene between the seller and Agent Chen downstairs: "Brother, thank you so much. You don't know how eerie this house is. If I stay any longer, I really don't know what else might happen." The seller cried and said, snot and tears streaming down his face. Agent Chen frowned, looking at the old building in silence, and kept telling himself, it's okay, nothing will happen...

June 4, 2015, the day the He family moved into their new home. Early in the morning, the moving company's truck was parked downstairs, and the couple were busy setting up. Although they were moving into a new house, the couple still preferred the retro decor of their old house, so aside from appliances, household items, and books, there wasn't much other furniture.

The usually slender He Xiang was organizing his books, while his wife, Wan Zhi, was directing the workers and helping out. Today, she was wearing a light pink tank top and light blue jeans, her hair up, her bare face exuding a touch of masculinity. She was currently sweating profusely, giving off a clean and healthy vibe. Her tight-fitting clothes inadvertently accentuated her perfect curves as she worked, and the occasional glimpse of her white breasts as she bent over caused several burly movers to already have erections. Seeing this, He Xiang immediately rushed forward to help with the moving, both to shield his wife's beautiful figure and to block the movers' view. Seeing there was no chance to take advantage, the burly men quickly got back to work and sped up their tasks.

Thirty minutes later, the work was mostly finished. The burly men collected their money and, smoking in the hallway, muttered, "Damn it, that four-eyed guy looks so weak, yet he has such a beautiful wife, and he's so stingy with her, hiding her away. See when he'll be ruined! Pah!" Inside the small building, the couple was busy finishing up. He Xiang was wiping the table in the main hall when Wan Zhi, who was organizing the wardrobe, suddenly ran out shouting, "Husband, husband, look, look!" Wan Zhi, beaming, was holding up a gorgeous light blue floral cheongsam, showing it off with great interest.

"Where did you find such a beautiful cheongsam? Good material, good craftsmanship," He Xiang said, walking over and admiring the silky fabric.

"Found it in the wardrobe, probably left over from the previous owner. What do you think? Pretty, right?" she said, holding it up to herself.

The two were chatting enthusiastically when, unaware, a dark shadow slipped into the bedroom.

In the empty bedroom, the old-fashioned floral curtains, meant to let in light, automatically closed, and the open clothes trunk was gently rummaged through. A sexy pair of purple lace panties was pulled out and floated onto the bed, a drop of grayish-green liquid landing on the crotch.

Meanwhile, the two busied themselves again, finally tidying up the living area. He Xiang felt tired and suggested going to buy some takeout before heading out. Wan Zhi returned to her room, hung up her cheongsam, and began tidying her clothes. Suddenly, she noticed the curtains were closed, which seemed strange, but she couldn't remember if she had touched them, so she let it go. As she tidied, she noticed the purple panties on the bed, picked them up without thinking, and in that instant, Wan Zhi seemed to have lost her soul, sitting there blankly. Time passed, and then the sound of the door closing came from outside; He Xiang had returned with the groceries. The sound of the door opening startled Wan Zhi awake. Her earlier daze vanished as if it had never happened; she greeted her husband with a smile, but a white cotton panty was now at her feet, and beneath it, a sexy purple lace panty...

The bright moon hung high; the busy day was over, and the two had gone to sleep early. *Clang...clang...clang...* The old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room struck twelve; it was midnight. Inside the closed-off small building, the curtains moved without wind. A gust of cold air blew in, lifting the gauze curtains of the old bed. The thin blanket covering Wan Zhi was gently lifted from her ankles, revealing her fair legs beneath a pink gauze nightgown. The gauze dress slowly rolled up, revealing the purple lace panty underneath. The sight of Wan Zhi's snow-white, taut lower body was arousing. Several indentations appeared on Wan Zhi's supple skin, as if an invisible hand was caressing her. From her calves to her thighs, from her inner thighs to her genitals, a series of caresses caused Wan Zhi's breathing to quicken, a faint blush rising to her face, and her thin panties becoming slightly damp. The indentation began to move upwards to her upper body, her proud breasts being kneaded and shaped by unseen hands, and Wan Zhi's murmurs turned into moans. Despite such a dramatic change, neither the couple reacted. He Xiang snored heavily, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. Wan Zhi, however, seemed lost in the sweetest, most intoxicating dream, thoroughly enjoying the caresses, both mentally and physically.

In her dream, a pair of unfamiliar, rough hands roamed her body, each touch seeming to carry static electricity, sending shivers of stimulation through her. The caresses grew increasingly rough. She felt a wet tongue licking her earlobe, slowly slipping into her mouth. Her pink nipples were stimulated and became erect. She wanted to struggle, but a masculine scent mixed with a hint of sweetness relaxed her. Slowly, she realized that a pool of fluid had already flowed between her legs.

Everything in the dream was so real, but the reality of the night was even more erotic and unbelievable. On one side of the bed, the blankets were piled up next to He Xiang. He Wanzhi's clothes were disheveled, her long legs bent in an M-shape, her mouth slightly open, her small tongue entwined as if kissing. Although her eyes were slightly open, they were misty, as if she were sleepwalking. Suddenly, He Wanzhi's whole body trembled. Her lower paradise cave was pushed open by an invisible force, as if an invisible penis had been inserted. This invisible penis was thick and flexible, and it was moving rapidly. Wanzhi's vagina quickly changed shape, and pools of lustful fluid were brought out. This continued almost without stopping for 20 minutes. Then, her vagina suddenly closed, and Wanzhi's pajamas quickly returned to their original position. She covered herself with the quilt.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, except for Wan Zhi's slightly flushed cheeks.

Chapter Two:

A week before the He family moved in.

"Hey, hurry up and leave, or it'll be too late!" The previous homeowner forcibly dragged his wife and children away from the "home" they had lived in for two months.

After everyone left, some cups, plates, dishes, side dishes, and beer floated onto the octagonal table in the house, and a few bottles of beer clinked together. An old voice rang out: "I just went on a trip and asked you two deadbeats to help look after the house, and you almost killed someone's wife. Well, now that my betrothal is gone, the incense is extinguished, you two get out of here."

Then the door opened and closed automatically without any wind. The old voice rang out again: "Looks like I'll have to train a new 'incense burner'."

That night, the previous homeowner had a dream. A strong and powerful hand grabbed him, demanding that he find a new tenant before moving out, and it had to be a female tenant. The next day, the man found a bruise on his neck…

Now, He Xiang has gone to work, leaving only his wife, He Wanzhi, at home. He Wanzhi works as a television screenwriter, spending most of her time sitting in front of her computer typing. Today was no exception. In the June heat, the old building had no air conditioning, but the large locust tree outside the window blocked some of the sunlight. Wanzhi chose a white t-shirt and tight-fitting running shorts, made herself a mocha, and sat cross-legged at her desk to begin her workday.

While Wanzhi was focused on her work, a drop of grayish-green liquid appeared out of nowhere, quickly dripping into her coffee and then rapidly dissolving into it. Unaware of this, Wanzhi casually picked up her mocha and drank it. She only noticed that her mocha seemed to have a bit more sugar than usual, making it taste sweeter.

Fifteen minutes later, the mocha was finished. As time passed, sunlight streamed into the room, and Wanzhi felt particularly hot and thirsty, with a tightness in her chest that was most unbearable. Left with no other choice, she lay down on the bed to rest for a while, and soon she felt herself fall asleep…

“Mmm, so big, mmm… no… stop, quick.” In her sleep, Wan Zhi suddenly felt a foreign object being inserted into her lower body, and it was continuously violating her. She immediately woke up. Before she could even see the other person's face, a hood was already placed over her head. The hood was designed like an oversized swimming cap, completely covering her eyes, leaving only her nose and mouth exposed. She tried to struggle, but the other person had already pinned her hands down. She wanted to scream, but a strip of cloth was already stuffed into her mouth. “So much strength,” was her first thought. “So dark,” was her second thought. “Who is it?” she finally thought of this terrifying question. She struggled incessantly, but the man was simply too strong. Besides the tight restraint, the man's powerful penis continued to violate the white flesh beneath her. The man's engorged, veiny penis plunged precisely into Wan Zhi's vagina, thrusting rhythmically with each stroke. Wan Zhi's breasts rippled with each stroke. There was no communication, no technique, just pure rape. After an unknown amount of time, Wan Zhi suddenly realized a more terrifying reality: she felt incredibly excited and pleasured, her lower body seemingly secreting uncontrollable fluids.

"You little slut, I'm fucking you good, aren't I? Look how soaked the sheets are, hahaha." A hoarse voice suddenly rang in Wan Zhi's ear.

"Why? I'm being raped, but I feel something. What's going on?" Wan Zhi's mind was in turmoil. On one hand, she felt a strong urge to resist, telling herself she had to resist; on the other hand, she was experiencing intense pleasure from her lower body. These two contradictory feelings combined, and for some reason, she slowly stopped thinking. With the increasingly rapid thrusting, the pleasure washed over her weakening rationality like a tidal wave. Finally, under the man's powerful assault, an unprecedented climax arrived, and her rationality collapsed.

"Haha, you slut, you can even squirt. You must be really short of men, right? Today, I'll serve you well and satisfy you, you little whore." As he spoke, the man removed the cloth from Wan Zhi's mouth, released her hands, and flipped her over. He grabbed her soft waist and his fierce penis immediately thrust back into her already soaking wet vagina from behind.

"Ah." Having just experienced a stimulating climax, Wan Zhi's exceptionally sensitive vulva was violated again. She immediately let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly for balance before she could even struggle. Time slipped away amidst the man's obscenities and Wan Zhi's moans. In the darkness, Wan Zhi experienced orgasm after orgasm, yet the man continued his assault. She lost track of time; she felt as if he had been going at it for at least two hours. She was nearly exhausted, yet he remained unfazed.

"I can't take it anymore, please, let me go. If this continues, I'll die… ah…" Wan Zhi pleaded weakly with the man behind her.

"Want me to let you go? Fine, beg me to ejaculate, and I'll let you go after I'm done," the man mocked.

"Ah...please, just cum...ah...I...I'm going to die...I can't take it...ah..." After such a long and intense sexual intercourse, Wan Zhi couldn't hold on any longer. She just wanted this rape to end as soon as possible, so lewd words came out of her mouth. But before she could finish speaking, Wan Zhi had another orgasm.

"Oh? Where do you want me to cum? Let me tell you, my offspring never miss a shot. Don't even think about cumming outside."

At this point, Wan Zhi couldn't care less about anything else. She just wanted to escape from this hell of pleasure as soon as possible, but she still retained a sliver of rationality, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant from this rape. "Cum...ah...cum into my...my...mouth...ah..."

The man cursed "filthy bitch," then quickly thrust a few times, pulled out his penis, ran to the head of the bed, pressed Wan Zhi's head down with one hand, and inserted his penis into Wan Zhi's mouth, then released his ejaculation. Wan Zhi felt a thick, hard penis thrusting into her throat, followed by a thick, hot liquid filling her throat. The liquid came so suddenly that she choked, escaping from her mouth and nostrils. A foul, fishy smell quickly filled her mouth and nasal cavity. Suddenly, the cloth covering her eyes was removed, and a bright light entered her vision…

Before her was a snow-white gauze curtain, and there was no one there. Wan Zhi took a deep breath; there was no foul smell. Looking at herself, her clothes were still the same as when she lay down. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed that she had only slept for 30 minutes.

“Was it a dream? Why would I have such a dream? Was it really a dream? Are there really dreams this real?” As Wan Zhi thought, she suddenly realized that her crotch was wet. She touched it and found that her pants were soaked with vaginal fluid from her erotic dream. She had no choice but to go wash her clothes, blushing… On the way, she felt ashamed and confused, but deep down, there was a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Chapter 3

On the old nanmu bed, Wan Zhi opened her eyes and stared blankly at the dark room.

Another erotic dream. It's been a week since we moved into the new house, and this week, day and night, every time she falls asleep, she has an erotic dream. From the initial rape to gradually getting used to it, recently she's even started to look forward to it. Lately, she doesn't resist much in her dreams anymore; she mostly enjoys the orgasms she can't achieve in reality. In her dreams, she has an opponent whose face she can never see, and she can only hear that hoarse voice and feel that big, hard penis. She glances at her husband beside her, thinking, "It's just a dream anyway, it's okay..." Wan Zhi reaches down to her genitals and touches them; her hand is wet again. Helpless, she has to get out of bed to change.

"Bang!" He Xiang is startled awake by the sound. In his blurry vision, he fumbles for his glasses on the bedside table. At first, he can't see anything clearly, but after a while, he finally sees the floor, where Wan Zhi is lying motionless. He immediately sensed something was wrong, ran out of bed, and helped his wife up…

At 3 a.m., the couple returned home from the hospital. He Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be a false alarm, and the doctor said it was just low blood sugar. But He Wanzhi felt vaguely uneasy, though she couldn't pinpoint the reason.

Nothing happened that night, and He Xiang went out as usual the next day. He Wanzhi felt a little depressed and lay in bed for a long time before getting up at noon. She sat in front of the computer for a while, but as soon as she stood up, she fell to the ground with a "thud" and fainted.

In her unconscious state, she dreamed of that person again and heard that voice again: "You are about to die. If you don't want to die, find the hidden compartment by the bed. There is something there that can save your life."

Wanzhi weakly opened her eyes. The sun had already set. This time, she had been unconscious for more than two hours. Wanzhi felt increasingly uneasy. Suddenly, she remembered the voice in her dream, so she went to the bedside and searched carefully. Sure enough, there was a square tile on the wall by the bed that was slightly different from the rest. She took a screwdriver and pried up the square tile, and found an exquisite sandalwood box inside. She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Inside was a beautiful porcelain tobacco stick about 12 or 13 centimeters long and a small bag of tobacco leaves. The tobacco didn't smell pungent; instead, it had a slightly sweet aroma. Whether out of trust in her dream's "adulterer" or curiosity about the exquisite pipe, Wan Zhi didn't hesitate much and began filling it with tobacco. She opened the large window, lit the pipe, and took a light puff. There was no harsh, pungent smoke; instead, a fragrant, light smoke flowed smoothly down her throat. After smoking, Wan Zhi felt lightheaded, and her whole body felt light. She took another puff, and her whole body relaxed. The smoke drifted into the room with the wind, but the wisp of smoke lingered behind her.

In the smoke, a human figure emerged, blurry and seemingly an illusion. A sinister grin appeared behind her.

The figure, still carrying smoke, lifted Wan Zhi's short skirt to her waist, pulled down her white panties, revealing her still-pink labia. A 10-centimeter-long, 5-6-centimeter-thick "pipe" extended from the humanoid figure's lower body and silently pierced Wan Zhi's vagina. The figure then reached for Wan Zhi's breasts and began kneading her large, bowl-shaped breasts through her clothes, manipulating them rhythmically. Wan Zhi seemed oblivious to all this, completely absorbed in the cigarette in her hand, only knowing to inhale the fragrant smoke that gave her a feeling of floating on clouds. The

two of them, one human and one "pipe," maintained this union for 10 minutes until the tobacco was almost gone and the humanoid figure dissipated in the wind. Wan Zhi collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, as if she had lost her soul, her eyes filled with a hazy, watery mist. The voice echoed in her ears again: "Tonight, find your husband to satisfy you, you little slut, hee hee hee."

That night, Wan Zhi felt much better, though her face was pale and sickly. That night, she changed into a sexy nightgown and coaxed He Xiang into making love in a whiny voice. Faced with such a beautiful wife, how could He Xiang refuse? He immediately stripped naked and mounted her, making love three times that night, completely breaking his record. The usually reserved Wan Zhi became very uninhibited, using both her mouth and hands to make He Xiang go from soft to hard, hard to soft again. And when He Xiang's strength waned, Wan Zhi took the initiative, her fair and healthy body freely riding He Xiang. Her breasts swayed wildly, her hair danced wildly, her demeanor unrestrained. She drained He Xiang completely.

After the passion subsided, Wan Zhi was held in He Xiang's arms. He Xiang was already fast asleep, snoring, but she kept her eyes open. She understood that her performance that day was because of that cigarette, that voice, and this house. But she felt no fear. Her mind and heart were filled with the thrill of this unknown event, the pleasure brought by the magical tobacco, and finally, the strongest longing for the unprecedented orgasm that "that thing" would bring her.

Wan Zhi was not an ignorant woman; on the contrary, she was a modern woman who dared to pursue her dreams. Because of this, although she vaguely guessed that there were some "things" in the house that science could not explain, she was more willing to explore, to try, and to see what these "things" were. She felt that she would not be afraid, nor would it affect her family. However, she did not realize that these thoughts were actually very terrifying, and the consequences were beyond her control.

Chapter Four

Today is the 8th day since we moved into the small building. After last night's fierce battle, He Xiang set off for work with a slightly tired body.

No sooner had He Xiang left than Wan Zhi got out of bed. Her face flushed, she washed up and rushed to the wardrobe to choose clothes. She tried on several sexy long dresses and matching sets, but none of them quite satisfied her. Suddenly, an exquisite light blue cheongsam caught her eye. She smiled slyly, took it out, and put it on. It fit perfectly; the tight cheongsam clung to her voluptuous curves, highlighting her exquisite figure to the extreme. Her 36D breasts were breathtakingly large, her waist a mere 22 inches, and below that, a high, pert bottom. At 173 cm tall, she was a perfect clothes hanger, and the high slit of the skirt revealed her 120 cm long legs. Looking at the beauty in the mirror, she felt something was missing, so she went to the dressing table, styled her hair in a 1950s or 60s style, applied light makeup, and drew her eyebrows. The woman in the mirror now looked exactly like a beauty from a magazine, straight out of a Republic-era painting. She grabbed

her pipe, ran into the hall, put on a pair of black high heels, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled it into the hall while twirling. Wan Zhi struggled to keep from getting drunk on the smoke. After twirling around, a patch of smoke gathered in the hall, gradually revealing a blurry human figure. Without a word, the figure stepped forward and pulled Wan Zhi into its arms, one hand around her waist, the other squeezing and kneading her large, proud breasts.

She had expected the other woman to lose her composure upon being discovered, but instead, this veritable "lecher" assaulted her the moment he appeared, leaving Wan Zhi bewildered.

The "lecher" didn't care about her state of mind; without a word, his large lips pressed against Wan Zhi's red lips, simultaneously pouring a puff of smoke into her mouth. Under the sexual stimulation and the increasing smoke, Wan Zhi could no longer hold back. A hazy mist rose in her eyes, and she let out an unbearable moan. Her arms wrapped around the neck of the lecherous man in the smoke, and her lower body actively rubbed against him, completely impatient.

The lecherous man didn't hold back either, kneading her breasts more forcefully with lewd laughter, deforming the fullness under her cheongsam. Another hand, no, a third hand, appeared from nowhere and reached down to her lower body. The third hand flipped over the high slit of her dress and accurately pinched Wan Zhi's clitoris through her underwear.

"Ah!" Wan Zhi was stimulated by the sudden pain and fell backward, but because there was still an arm around her waist, her whole body arched. Upon closer inspection, you would find that Wan Zhi's feet also left the ground when she fell, and she was now suspended in mid-air by the "smoke" around her slender waist.

While Wan Zhi was experiencing both pain and itching, the "lecherous ghost" wasn't in a hurry to mount her. He floated down to Wan Zhi's body, whispering in her ear, "He Wan Zhi, do you want to see me? Do you want me to fuck you? Or is there something you want to say?"

Whether the "lecherous ghost" relaxed his control or was reminded by her words, He Wan Zhi groaned, "I want...I want to say...to talk...ah...I also want to be...be..."

"Be what, you bitch, you're already so wet down there, what's there to be afraid of saying? Say it." Seeing that He Wan Zhi had regained some senses and even became shy, the "lecherous ghost" increased the pressure on her hands, his hand that had been kneading her clitoris now directly thrusting into her vagina.

"I want to be fucked, ah, gently, ah, I'm going to die..."

"Okay, then let's talk while we fuck." As he spoke, his hand slowly transformed into a thick, long penis and began to slowly thrust in and out of her wet, tight flower garden.

"You... ah, um... you... who are you?"

"Who am I? Ha, I'm the owner of this house, everything in this house is mine, including you, you little bitch. From now on, I'm your master." As he spoke, the pipe below increased its force, becoming even longer and thicker.

"Master... master, what... what do you want...? Are you... going to harm... harm us?" He Wanzhi felt the changes emanating from her tender flesh and said fearfully.

"Haha, harm you? Aren't you enjoying it now? Besides, if it weren't for my 'Drunken Immortal Grass,' you'd be finished long ago."

For the past week, He Wanzhi had been relentlessly violated by the "lustful ghost" in her dreams and in reality, day and night. Her yang energy was dwindling, and she was on the verge of death from exhaustion. Fortunately, the "lustful ghost" had left behind a bag of a rare medicine called Drunken Immortal Grass, which temporarily stabilized her three souls. In addition, her yang energy was replenished during intercourse with He Xiang, which saved her life. The

"lustful ghost" said while increasing the speed of his thrusts into her increasingly wet vagina, "From now on, as long as you let your useless husband have sex with you every day, your condition will be fine."

"Then... ah... then A-Xiang won't be in trouble, right... ah, slow down, I... I... I can't even speak anymore... ah..." With her hair disheveled and her face flushed, Wanzhi was brought to orgasm amidst screams. At this moment, she exposed one of her breasts, raised her legs high, and wrapped one arm around her neck in the smoke, completely in a state of cooperative enjoyment.

"Haha, it's alright, little bitch. I still want to properly train your fresh body. How could I bear to let your husband, who's responsible for feeding you, die? Don't worry, from now on, you'll be my bitch in the morning and his wife at night." With that, the smoke slowly dissipated, and He Wanzhi was thrown to the ground, her clothes disheveled, leaving only a pool of white, cloudy semen as proof that everything had just happened.

He Wanzhi dazedly recalled the strange encounter, a slight fear rising in her heart, but immediately a blush returned, and a charming smile appeared on this ghost wife's face.

Chapter Five:

The Fourteenth Day After Moving. A week had passed, and He Wanzhi had completely become the master's sex toy. From the initial intercourse, to later breast play, anal play, oral sex, and even being played with by multiple penises simultaneously by the master, all became daily routines before sunset. At night, He Wanzhi would try every means to extract "yang energy" from He Xiang. In just two weeks, He Wanzhi had become a woman completely immersed in sexual pleasure.

Under the nourishment and training of men and the "lecherous devil," He Wanzhi had grown increasingly alluring. Her once slightly spirited face was now filled with seductive charm, her eyes captivating and alluring. Her already flawless figure had become even more voluptuous, her breasts now a 36E, and she no longer wore tight underwear at home.

One morning, when He Xiang was away, the curtains were drawn, and a figure shrouded in thick smoke leaned against the large nanmu bed. Beneath the figure lay the voluptuous young woman, He Wanzhi, drenched in fragrant sweat. Her head moved up and down, making smacking sounds as she diligently swallowed the enormous penis she couldn't grasp, her face a mixture of ecstasy and bliss. Yes, it was a penis, a truly enormous penis. Although its color was an unnatural grayish-white, it was no longer smoke but flesh. If you looked closely, you could still see the body through the smoke, though the limbs and head remained smoky.

The master pressed Wan Zhi's head down with both hands, letting out a low growl, and shot out streams of thick, grayish-green fluid from his penis. Because the fluid was released so forcefully and in such large quantities, He Wan Zhi couldn't catch her breath, and some spilled from her mouth. The same fluid also seeped from her perineum, indicating this wasn't the master's first ejaculation of the day. He Wan Zhi slowly swallowed the foul-smelling liquid, as if savoring a delicacy. Initially, the master had forced He Wan Zhi to swallow this pungent semen, but a few days ago, He Wan Zhi discovered that this "semen" truly could, as the master claimed, enhance breasts, slim the waist, and smooth the skin. She began to believe what the master said—that his semen was "medicine." This further convinced Wan Zhi that being a ghost wife was not risky, but rather would bring many benefits.

Looking at Wan Zhi, now a sex slave, so obedient, the master patted her pretty face with satisfaction: "The back." Wan Zhi playfully punched the master's chest, obediently turning around, raising her increasingly pert buttocks, and actively spreading her white flesh with her hands, revealing her back door, which had only been developed in the last two days, awaiting her lover's favor.

Inducing a woman to accept anal sex is not so simple. But the master's methods were beyond human comprehension. Another, smaller but much longer penis had grown from his own, with regularly arranged protrusions, like it had undergone anal sphincter surgery, yet incredibly soft. The master held Wan Zhi's slender waist, thrusting his hips forward, and with a soft "plop," both penises simultaneously entered her two orifices. A trickle of white foam was even squeezed from her delicate anus; it turned out that those tiny fleshy balls not only rubbed against the intestines but also secreted lubricant. Two days ago, it was precisely this seemingly impossible technique that allowed him to forcefully break He Wanzhi's virginity through her anus, and also make this increasingly sexually addicted woman fall in love with anal sex.

Now, as soon as the penis entered He Wanzhi, her face flushed with excitement, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, her mouth groaning wildly and unrestrainedly, her slender neck stretched out, revealing a sliver of blue vein as she quickly reached orgasm.

In fact, the essence of the Drunken Immortal Grass and the semen of the lustful ghost had been refined through Gu magic. On one hand, it could stabilize the three souls and seven spirits of a woman whose yang energy and yin essence had been drained by the ghost; on the other hand, it could transform a woman's body. Externally, it could stimulate breast milk production, erode abdominal fat, stimulate estrogen to make a woman's skin smooth, and simultaneously make her body more sensitive. But what's truly terrifying is the internal transformation. The Gu technique, as its name suggests, is an evil art practiced using poisonous insects and corpses. How could such an evil art not cause harm when applied to a living person? Unbeknownst to her, Wan Zhi's body is gradually changing towards a half-human, half-corpse state. This half-human, half-corpse state grants eternal youth and heightened senses. However, it requires absorbing yang energy to prevent decay; otherwise, without yang energy, it will decompose into a pile of rotten flesh. Of course, the changes are slow. Currently, Wan Zhi only feels herself becoming more and more beautiful, her body increasingly sensitive, able to reach orgasm with the slightest contact, completely immersed in a sea of pleasure.

Of course, the master won't readily confess, because everything is still far off; this "incense burner" still needs to be cultivated slowly. A sly smile crept across the man's face as he continued thrusting with increasing speed. Four hands reached out from his torso, gripping her hips and waist, two of them ravaging her restless, swaying breasts. His two venomous dragons grew even longer and thicker, stretching the woman's vulva until it was as thin as paper, her anus gaping into a bottomless black hole. But this brutal manipulation did not dampen Wan Zhi's enthusiasm in the slightest. She cried out wildly, "Faster... ah, harder... ah, fuck me to death, ah... faster, ah..." The small building was

filled with wild moans. The voluptuous beauty was in a frenzy, while a headless, four-armed monster was relentlessly ravaging her from behind. Everything was so erotic, yet so bizarre. There was not a breath of wind in the building. The floral curtains blocked out the sunlight, making the room dark and mysterious. More unbelievable things, more terrifying schemes, were unfolding within the man's mind.

Three hours had passed, and it was now noon. The small building was dark and the doors and windows were tightly shut, making it impossible to perceive the passage of time. But the seductive moans had become hoarse and weak. Wan Zhi had been ravaged for a full five hours. Although her body had been modified, excessive dehydration was causing her discomfort. As Wan Zhi's consciousness began to fade, the master whispered in her ear, "You slut, can't take it anymore? If you behave, I'll ejaculate and let you go, okay?" Wan Zhi wanted to refuse, but the physical and mental burden forced her to weakly reply, "Yes...yes." Receiving confirmation, the master thrust a few more times, simultaneously injecting his foul-smelling fluids into the woman's uterus and intestines. Then, the smoke dissipated, leaving behind a black brocade pouch and a woman, now barely recognizable as human, on the large bed.

Naked Wan Zhi's body was covered in grayish-green demonic energy, her two fleshy orifices gaping wide as if they would never close again. Her hair was disheveled and spread across the bed, her full breasts covered in bruises. She gasped for breath. The woman weakly grasped the brocade pouch on the bed, murmuring, "It's alright, Master won't harm me, he definitely won't."

Finally, please give your opinion, dear readers. Whether He Xiang lives or dies is up to you.

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