Corpse Club Side Story Part 1

Word count: 5000.

The male protagonist is set as the subordinate of the male protagonist in *Jielaerde 1*, who is led astray by his supervisor and from then on, there is no stopping him.

*Corpse Club Side Story: OL's Forbidden Lover*

Chapter 1:

There is a place in this world called the Corpse Club, where you can freely vent your inner beastly desires. As long as you have money, any desire you have can be satisfied.

My supervisor values me highly and always takes good care of me. Besides my strong work ability and excellent writing skills, it's also because I accidentally learned of his secret hobby, and we even have the exact same tastes. Because of this, he feels a greater sense of kinship with me.

Our hobby is torturing those beautiful female corpses in that secret Corpse Club in the city.
The guests here are divided into three levels, from highest to lowest: Yama, Judge, and Ghost General. My supervisor is at the Judge level, enjoying many privileges; it is said that he owns three forbidden loves. As the name suggests, these three corpses belong only to him; no one else is allowed to touch them. Of course, the owner must also bear the high maintenance costs. It's said that one of his possessions contains a corpse haunted by the ghost of the deceased, which once terrified someone, yet he cherishes it like a treasure. Just thinking about it terrifies me, let alone actually playing with it. I wouldn't dare take it even if you killed me.

Of course, I'm not as wealthy as him, so I'm only at the lowest level of Ghost General.

Even so, I still have many female corpses to choose from. Looking at their records from their lives, those high-and-mighty goddesses were once unattainable to me. But now, with just a swipe of my card, I can wantonly abuse their beautiful corpses in a decorated room; they are utterly powerless, unable even to dodge.
Ghost Generals can possess their own possessions. After visiting this place several times, I chose a recently deceased office lady. Later, I spent a lot of money and time on her. My supervisor once said that with a little more money, I could upgrade to a Judge. But I have no regrets.

This woman's surname is Fan; she's my colleague. She was two or three years older than me, and we usually called her Sister Fan. Everyone in the company stared at her. Although she was beautiful and had a very alluring figure, she never wore revealing clothes or wore makeup. Even so, her bright, sparkling eyes, rosy lips, and fair, radiant skin often stirred people's imaginations.

Sister Fan was a very kind person and took good care of us newcomers. My supervisor once said that whoever married such a wonderful woman was truly blessed.

Later, she did indeed get married and had a lovely daughter. The three of them lived a happy and sweet life. But fate is cruel; a car accident instantly took her life, and a family was shattered. I had secretly liked Sister Fan for two years, and felt somewhat lost after her marriage. But when she passed away, I felt my whole world collapse. Everything turned black and white.

Just then, my boss brought me here for some entertainment; it was my first time here. Then I was shocked to find Sister Fan's name and information on the list of corpse prostitutes. I was instantly stunned.

Name: Fan XX

Age at Death: 29

Height: 168mm

Weight: 49kg

Measurements: 82cm, 56cm, 88cm

(Upon seeing such detailed information, my desire burned fiercely. It was said that her body had just been restored; her head, which had been deformed from the impact, had been perfectly restored. I really wanted to see what she looked like now.

When the ghost messenger in charge of service pushed open the door to the room prepared for me, I was stunned the moment I stepped inside. Sister Fan was sitting on the edge of a large bed, wearing a black top and faded blue jeans, looking simple and elegant. Her beautiful big eyes were still open, smiling at me. But the radiance of life had been forever lost.

The ghost messenger closed the door for me, telling me as he left, "Lord Ghost General, you're in luck. This woman was brought here not long after she died. You're her first customer. Enjoy yourself."

I quickly stepped forward, embraced her body, and gently kissed her slightly pouting lips.) Her body was soft yet cold, her lips were cool too. I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Such a beautiful woman, just like that, dead? Then a sense of relief washed over me. Because she was dead, she could belong to me forever. Otherwise, with her husband and daughter, living happily as a family of three, where would I be? Besides, death could forever freeze her beauty. What would I do if I saw her aged, wrinkled face decades later?

After a moment of wild thoughts, I gently laid her down on the bed and undressed her. Sure enough, for the convenience of clients, there were no bras or panties.

Sister Fan lay naked before me. To be honest, she had a good figure, just too thin. Her breasts weren't large, but they still felt firm to the touch. Her legs were white and slender, and remarkably, the inner thighs were also exceptionally thin. Her buttocks were round and smooth, slightly upturned even when standing. I immediately raised my penis and touched her vagina; it was already filled with lubricant. Without effort, I thrust into her from behind.
Sister Fan's vagina was cold. Although she had given birth, for some reason, her vagina still felt incredibly tight, giving me immense pleasure. I gripped her slender waist with both hands, thrusting into her soft, white buttocks repeatedly, my movements extremely violent and rough. With each impact, her naked body writhed and undulated like a small boat in a stormy sea.

I thrust to the deepest point with each stroke, watching her white buttocks deform under my hands and impacts, which excited me even more. Lubricant was squeezed out, flowing down her thighs. I continued this frenzied thrusting for over ten minutes, growing increasingly excited, until finally, I released my pent-up desire, pressing tightly against her cool, soft buttocks, ejaculating a thick stream of semen into this beautiful corpse's vagina.

I lay on her back for a while, my eyes fixed on her photograph on the wall. It was taken at work. Sister Fan was wearing her office lady uniform, smiling charmingly, beautiful and captivating. At that moment, a beautiful thought arose in my mind. I wanted to make her my possession, completely mine!

Chapter Two:

One day after work, I received a text message: "All arranged as requested." So I followed my supervisor's car to the club.

Sister Fan's corpse became my only possession. This time, I asked them to decorate my room like a bus and to dress up her body and place it there. I wanted to meet Sister Fan here and then rape her corpse.

The room was simply decorated. There were two rows of bus handrails on the ceiling. Sister Fan was holding onto one of the handrails. This time, she was wearing a pink t-shirt, only a pair of super short denim shorts, and black high heels. Her two fair and slender legs were exposed. The handrails weren't very high, but Sister Fan was tall, so she was slightly hunched over, her round little buttocks slightly upturned. So, while she was holding onto the handrails, if she were alive, she would never have dressed like this and posed in such a lewd manner.

I couldn't suppress my lust and rushed over, pulling her shorts down to the floor. Her fair and smooth little buttocks were instantly exposed in front of me. Her pubic hair was black and thick, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin. This visual effect instantly filled the room with an atmosphere of debauchery. I walked up to her, raised her right leg, and...

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