[Female Ghost]

I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
My roommates had all gone home, leaving me alone in the dorm. Although I'd had a

great time chatting on BBS, once I turned off the computer, I felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and all I wanted was to find a girl to share a warm blanket with. I'm twenty-five

, and still a virgin. Sigh, when will my spring come?
"Hello?"
A woman's voice rang out, softly, almost experimentally. I opened my eyes wide and looked around, amused;

I knew my own room well enough—where would a woman be? Sigh, even hallucinations. I pulled the blanket tighter and tried

to sleep.
"Hello?"
It came again, this time clearly—it really was a woman's voice. I almost jumped up, nervously asking, "

Who? Who's in my room?" My left hand reached for the light switch and turned it on, instantly illuminating the entire room—strange…strange

? There was nothing there?
The voice rang out again, "Don't panic, don't be afraid. I mean no harm." She paused, then continued, "

The reason I came to your room is... is..."
"What?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"It's because... I like you..." Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible. "I really

like you, so 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 even have a body!"
I shook my head blankly: No, this must just be a dream. It's nighttime, so I'm dreaming. But

this dream feels so real. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and asked the air,
"Do you have a body? What does this 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 in front of you.

This ghost likes you and wants to win your friendship!"
"Starting like this? How could that be?" I was a little angry, startled. "You said you've been following me for

a year? Following me to class, to the library, to meals?"
"Yeah, and to the toilet, to the shower... I love the way you look when you're soaking 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 after a long pause, I said, "That sounds incredible."
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know, it just seems unbelievable. It's crazy, I must still 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 prefer

... someone about my height."
"That's easy," she said. "Next, skin color?"
"Skin color!" I murmured. "White women are quite nice, but their skin texture is a bit rough... I don't really like black

women ... Oh, right, the kind with a naturally dark complexion, 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 like this kind of physique; I'll do it

anyway . And the build? Slender, light, or strong?"
"Slender, but with a bit of muscle," I said. "But not the kind of muscular, overly developed muscles, just

naturally formed muscles from exercise."
"Body hair?"
"I can't believe it..." Suddenly, I felt like I was ordering a steak at a restaurant how well-done it was, 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, then laughed 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 she'd been sleeping almost naked, "Let me put my clothes on first."
"What's wrong with 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 without clothes."
I sighed and said, "Okay."
It was that simple; one moment I was alone in the room; the next, she

appeared , standing before my bed. In the bedside lamplight, she was truly beautiful—slender, healthy dark skin, small

breasts covered with areolas even darker than her skin, long black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. She

extended her hand with queenly grace, and I hesitated before reaching for it; I was startled again, for 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 her soft breasts. "Come! Touch me, touch

the body you created yourself."
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 took a step and sat on the bed, leaning her whole body against my shoulder; I could feel her breasts brushing against

my upper arm. Her breath was sweet as she said, "Even if it's a dream, it's okay… Why don't you enjoy it 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,

magician underage girl, are you? Don't fool me!"
She chuckled and suddenly disappeared again. "See if I'm fooling you?"
She just vanished like that, how strange! But within seconds, someone gently touched me; I felt a

wet touch on my lips, a pair of hands wrapped around my back, two mounds of flesh pressed against my bare chest; there was

definitely , 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 left 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 . 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. It was tight,

powerful, as if something was drawing me in. Every muscle in my body tensed. Suddenly, an unimaginable

pleasure, like electricity, coursed through my body, a spasm of ecstasy, and my long-dormant white semen

erupted like a volcano, spraying higher and higher with each spurt.
This pleasure seemed to last for centuries, and 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 rise again, as if I hadn't lost a single drop of my 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 do it again immediately. If this was a dream, it was

the most incredible erotic dream I'd ever had; I'd rather dream like this for the rest of my life.
The next morning, I woke up in a room full of sunlight. I hadn't slept well in a long time, it felt like the whole week

had been accumulating in the previous night. I had a really strange dream last night… this strange dream, haha, it's

funny . I pulled the covers up, wanting to stay in bed a little longer… Strange, what was my hand touching? Who was under my covers?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and her long hair was just centimeters away from my eyes.
"You're awake?"
"I'm awake!" I answered. Am I awake? Am I still dreaming? "You… who are you? Oh

no no no , what are you? We really… really…"
She pulled my hand to her small, soft breasts. "Really...really what?" She giggled.

"Did we really make love last night? Of course we did! And all night long! For someone with no

experience a pretty good job. As for who I am? You remember, right?

We were so eager to have fun last night before we even gave me a name. If you ask me what I am..." She suddenly said sadly,

"A long, long time ago, I was a healthy, normal girl with a name!"
"A long, long time...how long is that?"
"A few hundred years, I guess? I don't really remember. Time has no meaning for someone without a body

. When I was a girl, I envied the fairies and witches who flew freely in the air,

but now that I'm a spirit, I miss having a real body. Thank you for creating

this body for me.
" I was silent for a moment. "Are there any other girls like you? I mean, like you

...um...ghosts...who turned into human form?"
"Maybe! After people die, they all become souls, and there should be an angel to guide them to heaven...

I don't know why my angel didn't come, leaving me all alone, drifting in the mortal world. Every time I see

other angels leading souls to heaven, I feel so envious." She said sadly, "I've been wandering

for years, practicing in many places, and my magic has gradually increased. Several years ago, I discovered that I could use human hope

to transform myself into a real body; a year ago, I met you... It seems I should thank that angel who didn't keep his promise."
"It sounds like you've had a very lonely time."
"It's alright!" she said cheerfully, "Being with you, I have to thank God."
I didn't know how to express the sadness in my heart. She had been "alone" for hundreds of years, and

I knew the taste of that loneliness—extremely painful and empty. I reached out and hugged her tightly, hoping to

dispel her loneliness.
I don't know why, but after a while, I realized that the part I was hugging was her delicate

breasts. Her hands moved back and forth on my forearms. I looked at her; she was real now, and I

couldn't tell at all whether she was a demon or a ghost. In the morning light (don't ask me why ghosts don't disappear in the sunlight; I

only encountered one last night), her skin was a warm, deep

brown, except for her lips and large breasts. She gracefully tossed her hair, turned around, and one hand restlessly slipped onto my bare chest. I...

Looking at this sexy woman, feeling the movement of her fingers on my skin, I quickly became excited again. She

silently leaned over me, slowly sitting down on my erect penis. At first, she was slow and

gentle, so gentle it drove me crazy; then she sensed my need, and her movements gradually quickened, becoming wild, her sharp

nails drawing circles on my chest.
I couldn't resist any longer, picked her up, turned her around, and buried my manhood deep

inside her. Once again, I planted my seed into her vessel, and we both cried out in ecstasy, reaching

paradise together.
I went downstairs to buy breakfast, and just as I finished eating, I saw in her eyes that she wanted it again. I pulled her hands off my

neck: "No, I have plans with my classmates, I need to do my SA homework later."
I looked at her; this woman was truly beautiful. Would it be a problem to leave her in the dorm?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "You say you know magic, so how strong is your magic?"
The SA homework is so much work and so difficult; if… sigh, this kind of thinking is really wrong.
"Magic? Oh! Actually, my magic is very weak…" she said. "After finishing my training a few years ago, I slowly

figured it out and discovered that if I could accumulate enough energy, casting spells would be very simple. I used to use spells to prank

some crazy people, but after meeting you, I felt I could use my magic more effectively; so

for the past year, I've hardly cast any spells, until yesterday, when I ended up like this, my magic is almost completely depleted… I

think I'll probably have to live like this for the rest of my life until I die of old age."
I didn't speak. It sounded like she had made a huge sacrifice, but the object of that sacrifice was me. Was it worth it?
I stared at her again, feeling ashamed of her nobility and the thoughts that had just crossed my mind. Finally, I broke the

silence: "Do you have a name?"
She said cheerfully, "You can give me a new one, right? I'm like a newborn now."
"But... what was your original name when you were born?"
"Ponsita..."
"That's a nice name! Do you mind if I call you Sita?"
"Sure!" She smiled, "I'm so glad I chose you. Do you know why?"
I smiled, "Oh? Why?"
"Because you're a truly gentlemanly man."
"Thanks!" I smiled, my eyes involuntarily drifting back to her beautiful body. "I have to go. I

'll be writing code all day and won't be back until tonight... What about you? What are you planning to do?"
"I don't know. Okay, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do."
"Hey, I don't want you spending all day in my dorm, being my lover's slave. Find something for yourself
!" "Okay!" Stara thought for a moment, "Maybe I'll go downtown." "
Going downtown is fine..." I suddenly realized a serious problem: "What about clothes? I don't have

any girls' clothes!"
"Don't worry. Remember? We're the same size, so I should be able to wear all your clothes.
Of course, I'll have to borrow some clothes from you first, just for a few days... I don't think you mind!"
"But what about money? What about money? I'm just a poor student. And you don't have an ID card or passport!

They've been cracking down on illegal foreign workers lately; you might get arrested the moment you step outside!"
"Don't worry," she said with a smile, "I'll be fine after I write a few letters later! Come on,

let's go pick out some clothes."
I opened the closet, thankfully there were several pairs of jeans. I grabbed a dark blue pair and tossed them to her, then

frowned and said, "I don't have any women's underwear!"
"That's alright, it's only temporary!"
"So, do you prefer a t-shirt or a shirt?" I asked, rummaging through the closet, wondering

what my jeans would look like on her.
"The white, round-neck one with three buttons, I'll take it!" she exclaimed. I suddenly realized that she really

had been with me for a year, knowing exactly what clothes I owned.
I handed her the shirt, watching her slowly pull it over her head, and then I asked again, "Stada, are you

sure you want to wear this?"
"Yes! Is something wrong?" she asked, adjusting the collar.
"I don't think...it suits me!"
"Really? I think it looks great!"
"But your skin is dark, and this will really accentuate it." I gestured to my chest. "Look for

yourself ."
She looked at herself in the small mirror behind the door for a while, then laughed and said, "You don't like this effect?"
"Of course I like it!" I said.
"That's fine! You haven't seen what I wore when I was alive! Hurry up,

you said you had to go write the code, don't keep others waiting."
Before leaving, I left a set of keys and a little over a thousand dollars with me for Stara. After a day of struggling in the department building,

when it was time to go back to my dorm, I was somewhat hoping she was gone. Of course, Stara was charming, but she

wasn't human after all!
As I walked to my dorm room, I heard soft Baroque music blaring from my speakers. Opening the door, I was greeted

by Stara's smiling face: "How's the code going?"
"Not bad," I said. In fact, I had made almost no progress today; I had been thinking about her the whole time I was writing the code.
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