The Tragedy of Evil Spirits (Part 1)

"Chief of the Special Case Investigation Team, Investigation Division: Takenouchi Chiharu...?"
Tanabe Koji flipped through the documents in his hand while glancing at the woman opposite him out of the corner of his eye. Flowing long
hair, a beautiful face with a slightly cold edge, a well-tailored white business suit paired with black stockings and high heels—she
looked more like a manager of a large company than a detective.
"Tsk tsk, alright, although you seem unreliable, and although I've never heard of any
damn Special Case Investigation Team in the Investigation Division, since the higher-ups said I have to cooperate with you, I'll do it..." Tanabe Koji
fully utilized his big mouth, completely unconcerned about the increasingly cold expression on the woman's face.
"Now I know why you haven't been promoted in five years, Officer Tanabe Koji." Chiharu practically gritted her
teeth as she snatched the documents from Koji's hand and strode towards the crime scene behind her.
"What an unlovable young woman..." Koji stroked his beard and smiled wryly, quickly
following her. Since he said he would cooperate, he had to at least act like it.
"The crime scene was on this overnight bus that traveled from Osaka to Tokyo last night. The driver
reported it just before we arrived at our stop today. The deceased was named Ai Miyanokouji, female, 18 years old, a law student at Osaka University. The preliminary diagnosis is mechanical
asphyxiation. She was sitting in her seat when she died, well, in the last row. You'd better
be prepared when you see this; it looks too bizarre..."
Despite Koji's warning, Chiharu still felt dizzy when she saw the deceased. The deceased's
head, which should have been resting against the back of the chair due to her height, was tilted back, revealing her long, slender neck. Her buttocks weren't
touching the chair, yet she maintained a good sitting posture, as if she was using the back of her head against the chair back to
support her entire body. Her mouth was wide open, with dried blood at the corners of her mouth. Tears and saliva smeared
her makeup, and her pale, distorted face silently told of the suffering she had endured before her death. Especially
her eyes, bulging outwards, and upon closer inspection, one could almost see the fear, resentment, and unwillingness contained within them
… even a hint of relief.
Qian Qing let out a deep breath. The deceased's bizarre posture even gave her the illusion that she had deliberately adopted
that position to receive an invisible stick piercing her body through her mouth. Perhaps
to reinforce Qianqing's impression, Kangzhi's annotation rang out at the opportune moment: "Preliminary examination reveals oral mucosal damage, tooth
loss, bleeding in the throat mucosa, torn vocal cords, and ruptured lower pharynx and esophagus, all caused by a hard object penetrating through
. Due to the lack of a detailed autopsy, the depth of penetration cannot be determined. Even so, her body shows virtually no
signs of extensive struggle, suggesting she didn't die from painful suffocation, except here—look, her fingers have
torn through the nearby chair cushions, even drawing blood from under her fingernails. This is highly unusual; it seems she could
only move her fingers. Preliminary examination shows no signs of restraint on her body. Well, there's no
restraint that could truly confine someone to this extent. Perhaps some kind of anesthetic?... "
"Enough! I can see all that myself. Get to the point!" Qianqing seemed very angry, her tone extremely stern
. "I don't care if this is the first time you've heard the Special Case Investigation Team, but use your intelligence to figure
out why I'm here!"
"Well... okay, I was thinking of taking it step by step..." Kang Zhi shrugged innocently. "What's truly
strange is that although there were no people sitting around the deceased, the nearest passenger was less than a meter away. Yet ,
none of them heard any unusual noises from the back seat. It wasn't until they heard
a chilling laugh coming from the deceased's seat, like the laugh of a man with a hoarse throat, that they noticed the deceased. The laughter lasted for a long time,
but they didn't see anyone. Only then did they notice the deceased; by then, she seemed to have already passed away..."
Chiharu said to Koji with a stern face and an unyielding tone, "Officer Koji Tanabe, you should realize
how special this case is. According to regulations, you are immediately and temporarily reassigned to the Special Investigation Unit
. From now on, you must obey my command, not just cooperate. Everything you see and hear
must be kept confidential. Any leaks to the outside world will result in criminal liability. Okay, now please
clear all personnel and issue gag orders to them. We need to get to work."
"I... understand." For some reason, seeing Chiharu's unusually serious expression, Koji also became uneasy
. Despite inwardly grumbling about this mysterious behavior, he still issued
the order to clear the area as quickly as possible.
Chiharu seemed satisfied with Kangji's efficiency, and her tone softened considerably. "Now, Officer Kangji,
please keep an eye on the surroundings. In a moment, I will use a special method to access Miyanokoji's memories at the time of her death to find
the murderer. I will be very weak then, so please make sure I am safe. The deceased's spirit has almost dissipated
; hopefully, it's not too late..."
"Access the deceased's...memories? I'm a little confused, wait!..." Ignoring the alarmed Kangji
, Chiharu disregarded Miyanokoji's dirty face and placed her palm on her forehead. Instantly, a soft white
light rose from their point of contact, and a bluish shadow flickered within the light. She concentrated all her attention on that
white light, her senses gradually becoming immersed in it. Behind her was Kangji's gaping mouth, his face a pig-like idiot
...
Chiharu gradually "woke up," finding herself on a speeding bus. The scenery before her was somewhat blurry, as if
veiled by a thin mist. Her heart seemed divided in two: one half belonging to Qian Qing's composure, the other to Gong Xiaolu
's panic at venturing out alone for the first time. Qian Qing knew this was her perception of the deceased's last memories;
what the deceased saw, heard, and thought would be transmitted to her in this way. Qian Qing had become Gong Xiaolu in that moment
. She watched the other passengers chatting and dozing, listened to the soft music in the car, felt
a trace of weariness emanating from another soul, and sensed the slow approach of unknown danger. A completely naked man walked through
the gap between the seats towards Gong Xiaolu. He was over two meters tall, his muscles bulging and gleaming.
His face was sharply defined, but a scar on his left cheek marred his otherwise handsome features. His eyes were sharp and cold, radiating...
Driven by lewd desires, the most outrageous feature was his penis, as thick as an adult's arm and over thirty
centimeters long, making it look like an erect cannon. He drew closer, and fear and astonishment made Gong Xiaolu
tremble. She couldn't understand why all the passengers seemed oblivious to this strange man, continuing
with their own business. He stood before her, looking down at her, his enormous penis right in front of her.
He even pressed the filthy glans against her nose and began to
caress it without regard for her presence… The timid Gong Xiaolu could no longer bear this stimulation, and she couldn't help but scream. But as
if rehearsed, the moment Gong Xiaolu opened her mouth, the man's penis slammed into her mouth,
the sound stuck in her throat turning into a muffled sob. Because the man's penis was so large, Gong Xiaolu's front teeth were even knocked out in the violent impact
. The stench of the penis mixed with the fishy smell of blood filled Gong Xiaolu's taste buds. Her tongue was pressed
down tightly, the glans pressed against the back of her throat, muffled coughs and whimpering moans were all blocked by the penis
.
Pain and humiliation brought tears to her eyes. She twisted, trying to resist the man's violation, but the man's
thrusting penis alone subdued all her struggles. As the penis continued to penetrate her mouth, she seemed
to lose all control of her body; even her mouth was stiff and unable to close. This feeling of confinement
intensified the pain in her mouth. Her teeth, mixed with blood, were forcefully pushed into her throat by the penis,
the sensation of the foreign object sliding down her esophagus making her gag repeatedly, yet unable to vomit. The man smiled wickedly, and with a sudden thrust of his penis, he lifted Gong
Xiaolu's body, like a warrior on the battlefield using a spear to lift an enemy's corpse, except this time,
it wasn't the enemy's heart that was pierced, but the girl's cherry lips. The sudden pressure on her upper gums caused her wounds
to reopen, and blood flowed incessantly from the corners of her mouth, staining his exposed penis red. Ignoring her painful moans
, he coldly stood on the chair, pressing the back of her head against the edge. Her face was tilted back, revealing
her fair and slender neck, but her body was immobilized under his control. The cruel position, with her mouth and throat in a straight line,
made Gong Xiaolu suddenly realize what she was about to face. Deep throat,
a term that seemed to exist only in legends, was about to be experienced by her. But this man's penis was so huge; just thinking about it
made her hair stand on end. She couldn't believe that something so thick could be inserted into her throat, but seeing his cold and lewd
eyes, she understood his determination. "Oh God, he'll tear my throat apart!" Gong Xiaolu
thought sadly, tears welling up again. There was no foreplay, no mercy; the man simply thrust into her mouth a few
times, found the right angle, and then violently shoved it in. Ugh… It felt like a red-hot iron rod was being shoved into her throat.
Gong Xiaolu nearly fainted from the pain. The cartilage at the junction of her throat cracked as if stretched too far.
A huge glans was thrusting downwards, the immense force causing her throat lining
to burst as if scalded by boiling water. The pain, coupled with uncontrollable nausea, made her tremble all over. Blood mixed
with food in her stomach surged up, but was blocked by the glans stuck in her throat; she couldn't vomit or swallow.
The owner of this penis wasn't satisfied yet; he continued to push downwards. Her natural gagging reflex as it entered her throat felt like a fleshy
tube constantly squeezing his glans. The girl's narrow throat was even tighter than a virgin's vagina. He couldn't help but
groan. Not enough, this wasn't enough; he wanted to go deeper! He wanted to thrust his entire penis inside,
to burst her throat, her esophagus, her stomach! Gong Xiaolu felt like she was about to die. The man's penis was still
extending downwards, the glans already piercing her throat and entering her esophagus. The narrow esophagus was no stronger than her throat,
and her esophagus was constantly bursting open. The glans, pushing against the churning food and stomach acid, forcefully pushed back to
the very bottom of her esophagus. Gong Xiaolu hated herself for not fainting yet; only by fainting could she escape this excruciating
pain, like a live dissection. The man finally stopped. She felt the glans, now piercing her chest, burning
her body, but it didn't move downwards again. His large testicles rested on her chin, and thick pubic
hair blocked her nose. "Finally over..." Gong Xiaolu sobbed, a small
sense of relief mixed with the pain.
But the man's cruel actions shattered that hope! He suddenly pulled his penis out slightly and then
thrust it back in violently! Ugh… Gong Xiaolu felt as if her throat and esophagus were being repeatedly slashed with a knife. She trembled
, cried, and gagged, receiving no pity. The man was actually thrusting into her esophagus like he was having sex
! “This is my esophagus, not my vagina! Do it to my genitals, I won’t resist!” If
she could shout, Gong Xiaolu would have yelled these words, then cried and begged him to let her go. But her
ruptured vocal cords and her mouth, tightly sealed by his penis, made all of this a luxury. She could only
pray to God through her tears. His penis continued to penetrate deeper into her chest cavity, his testicles slapping against her chin. The man
thrust faster and faster, seemingly treating her mouth as a vagina. In fact, the feeling of thrusting in and out of her tight esophagus was
even more pleasurable than vaginal penetration, especially since the psychological factors amplified the pleasure. Gong Xiaolu simply
couldn't hold on any longer. The nausea was bearable, and the knife-like pain wasn't fatal, but the suffocating sensation was about
to take everything away from her. A minute and a half had passed since the man thrust into her throat. At first, she could still
breathe through her nose with difficulty, but later, when his penis completely occupied her esophagus, she could no longer get any
air. Her nostrils trembled incessantly, and her chest expanded violently, but the penetrating penis blocked all
airways. Each struggle to swallow air only caused her to swallow the huge penis deeper. The man was ecstatic;
he knew she was about to suffocate, yet he couldn't bear to pull his penis out to give her a breath of oxygen. Her face had turned
a deep purple, and her consciousness was gradually fading. "Maybe dying like this would be better..." Gong Xiaolu thought sadly.
Suddenly, the man's penis twitched a few times, and a stream of warm liquid sprayed wildly into her esophagus and stomach
.
This liquid seemed to possess a magical power; wherever it touched, a warm and comfortable feeling spread, even instantly...
In an instant, her whole body warmed up, the stretched wounds miraculously healed, and her oxygen-deprived alveoli filled with
air.
"This is... amazing!" The miraculous change improved Gong Xiaolu's mood, and the
warm feeling surged into her mind, giving her a stimulation similar to an orgasm.
"Is it comfortable?" A hoarse voice rang in Gong Xiaolu's mind. She couldn't speak because her mouth was stuffed with the penis
, so she could only express her gratitude to the man with her eyes. "Hehe, you are my sex toy tonight. I
haven't had enough fun yet, how can I let you die so easily?" The man laughed harshly, patting the girl's face. "
After you're done, it's my turn." As soon as he finished speaking, the penis that had penetrated deep into the girl's esophagus suddenly began to thrust again.
The wounds that had just healed reopened, and the feeling of vomiting and suffocation returned. "You are a devil! A devil!"
Deep fear turned into deep resentment, and Gong Xiaolu cursed and cried in the excruciating pain until she was once again
on the verge of suffocation. It was that warm liquid again, that incredibly stimulating orgasm again, and then she was plunged back
into the agony of having her esophagus penetrated… After several repetitions, Gong Xiaolu finally went from excitement to numbness. The repeated
penetrations allowed her body to automatically learn some techniques; she involuntarily began using saliva and blood to lubricate her esophagus
and reduce the pain. She learned how to better adjust her breathing to maximize the use of the air stored in her chest.
This change made the man's penetration smoother; every second that lasted longer, every bit of increased lubrication, made
him click his tongue in admiration, praising her as a worthy toy he had chosen, noting her tight throat and skillful technique.
Unable to move, unable to scream, she was being manipulated like a cheap inflatable doll. Why,
why can't anyone discover what this devil has done to me? Why, why did this nightmare have to befall me
!
Gong Xiaolu thought sadly, was this her fate? To be his sex toy? And most importantly, he
wasn't even using her genitals, but instead manipulating her digestive tract! The man's thrusting became increasingly vigorous. As
Miyanokoji's body adapted, he could now pull his penis out to the back of her throat and then thrust it back in, all the way
to her chest cavity. He even turned her around while his penis was inside her throat, almost sitting on her face as he penetrated
her esophagus. The up-and-down stimulation was accompanied by squelching sounds,
sounds that Miyanokoji had only developed after learning to lubricate herself with saliva. These lewd sounds, resembling sex, combined with the suffocating climax, gradually gave the girl
a kind of illusion: This is how I am meant to be used, this is how I have sex…
The abuse continued, and Miyanokoji lost count of how many times her throat had been deflowered. The man's
penis continued to slide in her esophagus, and the announcement that the train was about to enter Tokyo began to play. "Damn it! We were having so much fun
that we forgot the time! We almost crashed into the Tokyo barrier!" The man seemed very angry and thrust forcefully a few more times, causing
Miyanokoji, who had already become accustomed to vomiting, to vomit again. The man seemed quite satisfied with the sensation of scalding hot food being poured onto his glans
. He let out a groan of pleasure and then increased the speed of his thrusts. "This is the last time. You're about to
be free. Damn it, hurry up and ejaculate this time." Without another word, the man focused solely on his thrusts, his
hands encircling the girl's neck, savoring the strange sensation of her neck thickening and thinning with each thrust. As
the thrusts deepened, his hands gradually increased their pressure, as if he were masturbating through the girl's neck. Gong
Xiaolu didn't mind that his actions were adding more pain to her; her mind was filled with the man's words: "
This is the last time." Her long-dried tear ducts began to flow again, as if she were rejoicing at her impending release. But
gradually, she realized that things weren't as she thought. The man's movements were rougher than ever before
, the thrusts more ferocious than ever before, the excessive movements feeling as if he were forcing both of his testicles into her mouth,
and his glans had already penetrated to a depth it had never reached before. She was nearing her limit, beginning to suffocate and
sob. As usual, he should have healed her, helped her breathe, but now, he showed no
sign of stopping, instead thrusting even harder. "He's trying to kill me, kill me!" Gong Xiaolu inexplicably understood
the man's intentions. She began to resist, to struggle. She was surprised to find that the man's control over her had weakened; she
could even slightly control her body. But she forgot that these actions, besides bringing her more pain
, only made the man happier. He howled, thrusting like a beast, his testicles slapping against her
nose, his hips striking her teeth—the sounds were incessant. She was on the verge of death. The suffocating
pain made her frantically claw at the cushion beside her, but she couldn't escape the impact of his penis. The man let out a bloodcurdling
howl; he finally reached orgasm, but this time the gushing fluid did nothing to help her;
the scalding heat even burned her esophagus and stomach. Her consciousness was fading, yet she still
struggled to breathe, unwilling to give up. The constantly constricting and expanding trachea prolonged the man's pleasure, his penis
thrusting slightly in her esophagus. "Help...me..." This was her last stand. But her cries were destined to be choked
deep in her throat by his penis. She gradually lost consciousness. The man didn't get up immediately; he carefully stuffed his penis into her
mouth and his scrotum into her nose. He sat on her face, feeling the last trace of warmth within her body, until she
was completely cold. "Phew, finally had enough. What a great toy, actually
lasted 10 minutes in a suffocating state this time. What terrifying adaptability..." The man, feeling the fact that he had suffocated her with his penis
, manipulated her esophagus a few more times, finally reaching a double orgasm of mind and body before releasing the girl
.
The girl was already stiff, still in that humiliating position most suitable for oral penetration. Looking at his masterpiece,
he laughed triumphantly and casually dispelled the illusionary barrier around him. "Silly girl, even if you screamed
, they wouldn't hear you. I just like doing you in this atmosphere where it seems like we'll be discovered, hahaha
!"
The man laughed, then vanished like a ghost through the roof of the car, leaving behind the terrified screams of the passengers
…
"Ah!" Qian Qing screamed, returning to her senses. Gong Xiaoji's love spirit also dissipated. This had already happened many times…
Having never experienced such psychic abilities, Chiharu had never been so disheveled. This wasn't just because the perpetrator's methods were so disgusting, causing her
psychological trauma, but also because the resentment lingering in Miyanokoji's spirit before it dissipated was too great, and the painful memories too
deeply etched. At first, Chiharu could still divide her mind and experience those memories from an outsider's perspective, but as the crime
deepened, Miyanokoji's spirit intensified, eventually completely suppressing Chiharu's own perception, almost
imposing its own feelings onto her. Chiharu was now pale-faced, clutching her
throat, feeling as if a thick, hard object was repeatedly thrusting inside. She could no longer control her
nausea and vomited. "Uh, are you alright…?" Tanabe Yasuharu stood helplessly to the side
, wanting to pat Chiharu's back but afraid of causing misunderstanding. What had just happened seemed to have quite perplexed him
; if it were the Chiharu he had just encountered, he probably wouldn't have had such reservations.
Looking at the man still in a dazed state, Chiharu suddenly felt a small warmth. He
didn't seem so bad after all. But immediately, her mood was filled with another emotion. Looking at the lifeless
body of Miyanokouji Ai beside her, she felt immense anger and frustration. She tried to straighten up and
said in as calm a tone as possible, "Officer Kangji, please investigate the case records of all women who died of suffocation. I suspect this
is a serial killer." Seeing Kangji's questioning gaze, Chiharu had no mood to
explain anything to him. She added firmly, "That's an order!" "Yes!" Kangji shrugged and turned to leave.
Chiharu could finally sit down in the chair and breathe heavily, disregarding her composure. This was yet another typical "evil spirit murder"
case. However, the information retrieved from her memory was still limited. Aside from the fact that the body's sheen indicated it was a
"living evil spirit" (i.e., the embodiment of a living person's evil intentions, conversely, a "dead evil spirit" is the embodiment of a deceased person's resentment)
, the other party didn't leave behind much useful information. Objectively speaking, this spiritual communication wasn't very effective. "But
... no matter what, I will definitely catch you!" Looking at Miyanokoji's bulging eyes, Chiharu murmured her vow,
"I definitely will!"
(To be continued)

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