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When I was in elementary school, on my way to school, I saw a rat run over by a car wheel. Its entrails
were inside out, and the dark red blood and pink entrails emitted a nauseating stench. But I saw
something that no one else could see…
Eighteen years later, I was in charge of cleaning rooms at a hotel. It was a mediocre hotel located on the outskirts
of the city , beside a wide eight-lane road. We provided food, lodging, and absolute privacy.
When I first started working there, the boss told me that room 104 didn't need cleaning.
Later, I discovered that no one had ever stayed in room 104. It seemed that the room was uninhabitable for
some reason
… But one night, using a copied key, I entered room 104. I immediately knew why
this room had never been used: in the corner of the room lurked a ghost.
It was a white child, probably only 12 or 13 years old. Her bloodied face and
torn clothes told me she was the woman involved in a rape and murder case that happened here three years ago.
Upon seeing me, she immediately contorted her face in terror, making a kettle and pillow fly through the air, creating
a great deal of noise. Afraid others would hear, I pulled up the sheet and pinned her to the bed. She
looked at me with terror. Of course, no one had ever been able to touch her before, let alone pin her down
. But as soon as I touched the girl's spirit—I call it a spirit because she no longer had a body—
the noise she made and the kettle in the air fell silent.
I took out tissues from my breast pocket and wiped the blood from her face, though the tissues were still white.
I tore off her clothes, and as soon as I released them, they
slowly .
I saw her flesh, her sparse golden pubic hair, and her well-developed, slightly perky breasts with pink areolas
.
The girl, or rather, the ghost, kept screaming, but only I could hear her; her voice was
beautiful.
I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her wet, cold, girlish lips and tongue. She clenched her teeth, but
desperately found she couldn't bite anything.
I smiled and released her hands. She pushed hard, but her hands slid through my
body , and I was able to sit on top of her, my hands squeezing her breasts.
I grabbed her and said, "You seem to have been gang-raped by four big black men all night, and then slashed in the throat with a sharp blade in the early hours of
the next morning, didn't you?"
I saw a long, red gash on her neck. I touched it with my fingers, and the gash slowly healed
. "That was a disgrace to your beauty."
The girl still tried to escape, but I grabbed her legs and forcefully thrust my penis into her narrow, cold
vagina . She screamed in pain, almost deafening me.
I slowly thrust in and out, holding the girl's body, ignoring her pain, sucking on her gradually sweetening lips
and tongue, and playing with her breasts.
I whispered in her ear, "Being raped by four black men must have felt incredibly pleasurable,
right?"
Then I laughed and said, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but you're already dead. Hehe!"
The girl's expression was indescribable; you had to see it for yourself—blood flowing from all seven orifices. It was unlike
anything in any horror movie.
Seeing her face covered in blood again, I picked up the sheet and wiped it clean, saying, "Oh, don't be angry.
Even though I'm alone, I'll try my best to make up for the difference between the three of us."
I turned her around and penetrated her from behind. I lay on top of her petite body, watching
her painfully bear my penis and my weight, yet each time I thrust my penis deep into her,
the glans touching her soft uterine wall. Cool, lustful fluid gushed out like a waterfall, but unfortunately, it disappeared
mid-air .
I laughed, "You like it, don't you? You like men fucking you from behind, right?"
I grabbed her breasts, and she cried out in pain, arching her back and supporting herself on her knees. I forcefully
thrust into her from behind.
"Answer me, are you mute?" I thrust into the girl forcefully.
"No... I didn't..." the girl finally spoke.
I pulled out my penis and started rubbing her clitoris with my hand, saying, "If you didn't, then what is this pile of vaginal fluid? It
's enough to fill two one-liter Coca-Cola bottles."
"I really didn't..."
I got angry and shoved the girl away. She leaned against the headboard, looking at me in fear, her vaginal fluid still flowing
.
I growled, "Then you won't get any lollipops, you lying girl!"
In front of the girl, I started masturbating, deliberately touching her face and mouth with the head of my penis while moving it up and down
.
A new expression appeared on the girl's face, a lewd desire rising within her. She opened her mouth,
wanting to suck my penis, but I pulled it back, saying, "You don't like it, do you?"
The girl looked at me, knowing the answer I wanted. She bit her lip, her face flushing, and said,
"I...I'm lying."
I laughed loudly, "Hahaha! You're such a bad girl. Do you want to be punished?"
The girl's face lit up with joy, saying, "Please...please punish me, punish me with your Southern Kingdom..."
I shoved my penis into her mouth, saying, "Slut! Lick my penis clean properly, then I'll
teach you a lesson!"
The girl obediently sucked on my penis with her cool tongue, her hands caressing my testicles—a complete 180-
degree turn from before.
Not long after, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen into the girl's mouth. She smiled shyly and swallowed every drop of the delicious
liquid ; the semen of a living person is the best nourishment for ghosts.
She spread her legs wantonly, revealing her pink vulva, and said in an extremely lewd voice, "Are you here to punish
the lying girl? I need someone to beat me up badly with the Southern Kingdom."
The girl sucked on her own fingers, saliva slowly dripping down them. Her other hand
thrust in and , occasionally pulling it out to savor its taste. The threads of her vaginal fluid floated in the air, slowly disappearing.
I remained unmoved and laughed, "You still haven't told the truth, you bad girl. Do you like men to use... from behind?"
"Put my penis in, fuck your slut!"
The girl giggled. "If I tell you the truth, will you still punish me with the Southern Kingdom?"
I said, "Of course, I'll punish you until dawn."
The girl blushed, her eyes fixed on my penis, and slowly said, "No, I don't like men
penetrating . I like them penetrating me from all sorts of places, fucking me!"
As she spoke, she reached a violent climax, her vaginal fluid spraying three meters away, but
disappearing before it even touched the floor.
I feigned anger and said, "You slutty bitch, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
I picked her up; her body weighed about the same as two sheets of tissue paper. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I gripped
her buttocks tightly, thrusting hard. If anyone else had seen this, they would have only seen me naked, waving
my arms up and down, with a gleeful expression on my face.
But it felt incredibly good; I hadn't felt such pleasurable flesh in a long time.
I ejaculated quickly, shooting deep into the girl's uterus. I could see the milky white
semen slowly disappearing into the air in the mirror.
The girl's body trembled, her cool flesh walls contracting and relaxing, spraying copious amounts of cold, wet fluid onto
me—a truly bizarre sensation.
After the girl recovered, we fought again on the bed, this time penetrating from behind. I grabbed her
breasts , which had absorbed my semen and were now larger than before. I sat on the girl's lap,
spreading , letting my penis thrust into her without restraint. I whispered in her ear, "Slutty girl, do you
like my penis? How does it feel to be fucked?"
The girl murmured absently, "So good, I like it so much, I like being fucked."
I asked again, "Slut, do you like me fucking you every day?"
The girl whispered, "As long as you like it, I'll lift my ass every day so you can penetrate me, fuck me, and then
ejaculate. Ahhh!"
She reached another orgasm.
I continued, "From today onwards, you are my slave. You must
wag your tail and beg . I will only do you when I want to. You have no right to ask for anything. Understand? If you understand
, bark three times!"
The girl cried joyfully, "Ah... my master, I am your slave, your bitch. Woof!
Woof! Woof!"
Satisfied, I ejaculated another wave of lewd seeds into the girl's womb.
Half an hour later, I left room 104, satisfied. I ejaculated countless drops of semen into the girl's mouth, vagina, anus, and
face . I believe she liked my taste.
After work, I returned to my apartment. The telephone
line was filled with customers requesting me to perform exorcisms for them.
I only do exorcisms on weekends, and occasionally bring a few fresh female ghosts home for my pleasure. Now I hear
their calls again. I go to the bedroom and turn on the light…
Several beautiful female ghosts hover on the ceiling. As soon as they see me, they press down on me
, calling out in a voice only I can hear: “Ah, my master, give us more semen!”
The night seems far away…

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