Ghost Strategy Complete

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I don't know when it started, but I gained the ability to see "ghosts."
Although they're called ghosts, I don't really know what they are. One day, I suddenly saw a man walking down the street with a knife through his heart, and people didn't react at all; the knife would just pass right through his body.
That's when I realized I could see something unclean.
At first, I could only see faint, blurry figures, always thinking it was a hallucination. Later, the outlines gradually became clearer, and they slowly began to resemble humans.
Well, actually, this doesn't really affect my life. After all, I live a very simple life, going between school and home every day, and I hardly ever see any ghosts wandering around.
Besides, I've never been able to communicate with them.
They simply wander among the crowds, and no matter what I do in front of them, they don't react at all, just walking forward blankly.
Maybe my life would just be this uneventful, even with this ability, I would only live a life without any waves.
—If I hadn't met it.
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I remember it was raining that day.
It was the first day of summer vacation. After tidying up the classroom in the morning, my two-week summer vacation began.
High school is tough.
My family has a house next to the school, where I usually live alone. My parents were supposed to pick me up today and take my box of books home.
But because of the rain and the vacation, there was a huge traffic jam, so they called to tell me they would be late.
I had no choice but to wave goodbye to my classmates at the school gate and carry the box back to my current apartment building by myself.
Although the building isn't very tall, it's still the third floor. I'm a bit of a homebody, so I felt a little tired when I carried the box up to the second floor.
"Just a little more."
I bent down, stood up, carried the heavy backpack, and hugged the rather heavy box of books, heading upstairs.
However, when I got to the second and a half floor, I felt something was wrong.
There was a woman in tattered clothes sitting sideways at my door, her hair disheveled.
That familiar aura… it’s a ghost!
Just as I sensed her, she raised her head and looked at me.
“Ah—!”
A piercing scream rang out, and the next moment, her body suddenly exerted force, lunging at me at lightning speed!
“Bang!”
An unimaginable force traveled along the box, and I, on the stairs, missed a step and fell backward.
Fortunately, I had only gone up a few steps, and with my backpack cushioning the fall, I was unharmed.
“WTF!?”
I couldn’t help but curse, staring in disbelief at the ghost who had jumped back to her original spot.
This is like a Witt from Left 4 Dead!?
And why is she at my doorstep? Is she waiting for me to come back to hunt her? What am I, an ordinary high school boy who can neither exorcise demons nor ward off evil, supposed to do…
I need to find a weapon and see if I can fight back…
“Ouch!”
Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my bare right arm.
The pain almost made me scream.
I didn't scream because the female ghost screamed first, and she screamed incredibly loudly, almost scaring me to death.
She rolled on the ground in agony, the spot stained with my blood sizzling and emitting wisps of smoke.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly scrambled to my feet, my face pale, clutching the wound on my right arm, and hastily took a few steps back.
I didn't plan to run; I knew I couldn't outrun her, and even if I escaped, what if she came back next time? So it was better to stay put and see if I could find an opportunity to deal her a real blow.
Luckily, I was quite fortunate. After a few minutes, the female ghost twitched a few times, collapsed on the ground, and fell silent.
Her figure gradually faded, finally becoming a thin mist that gathered in the air and slowly swirled.
Then, as if it had found its target, it charged towards me!
"Holy crap... no way!?"
Then, that thin mist rushed into my body through the wound on my right arm.
The next moment, a flash of light seemed to pass before my eyes, and I felt lightheaded, my mind clearing considerably.
The wound on my right arm had healed sometime during the night; only the remaining bloodstains and scattered books told me it wasn't a dream.
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I didn't tell anyone about that.
After quickly cleaning the bloodstains from my arm, I tidied up my books and clothes, pretending nothing had happened, and calmly returned home.
I'm a very carefree person; I didn't worry about what would happen if such ghosts came knocking again, because worrying was useless, and it seemed my blood had a strong restraining effect on them.
This might be related to my ability to see ghosts.
I remember seeing records about exorcising demons in the family ancestral hall when I was a child; perhaps my master was an exorcist, but the lineage was broken—who knows?
However, after that thin mist entered my body, my constitution and recovery ability were noticeably enhanced, so I didn't worry anymore.
Moreover, a little figure appeared in my mind.
She looked like a miniature version of a female ghost, floating motionless.
I wasn't quite sure what was going on, only wondering if I could get this ghost out of my mind.
However, the moment the thought arose, the ghost vanished from my mind and appeared before me.
She floated before me with empty eyes, her face no longer grotesque; her previously disheveled long hair was now neatly combed down her back, revealing a pale face.
Her sharp, long black fingernails returned to their normal appearance. Although she still looked like a ghostly phantom, she was much more amiable than before.
She could move to various places according to my thoughts, unlike the almost solid, vengeful ghost before; now she could pass through walls.
Like a child who had received a new toy, I began to wonder what she could do
.
After more than ten days of hard work, just before the start of the school year, I successfully figured out most of the uses of the female ghost.
I named her White Ghost.
First, I can completely control her, able to store her in my mind or release her at any time, with a maximum control range of about 500 meters, and no one else can see her.
Second, I can gain her vision, like wearing VR glasses. Speaking of which, the girl next door has a really good figure.
Then, she can enhance my soul energy, like cultivation; she actively absorbs that energy and then replenishes it back to me.
Incidentally, having her outside all day now makes me more energetic; if vision sharing is enabled, it's probably a balance.
Finally, and most importantly, I believe most ghosts have this ability.
I discovered that, centered on her, I can create an illusion with a maximum radius of 100 meters.
To put it bluntly, it's like being trapped in a ghost wall.
In this illusion, what people see and feel will be influenced by her; that is, I can decide what people in the illusion see and feel.
They will perform various actions according to my instructions, but what they see and feel is still what they should see and feel.
Furthermore, they will automatically fill in any logical flaws in the illusion without feeling anything strange. If you look from outside the illusion into it, you will see the same things as those inside, but it won't affect your senses.
In other words, looking from outside the illusion into it won't detect anything unusual, but there will be a few seconds of disorientation when stepping from outside into it. There
seems to be no limit to the number of people, only strict requirements on the range.
Of course, with such strong abilities, the consumption is naturally high.
At the maximum range, I would collapse in a second.
However, if the radius is only about 10 meters, I can probably last for about four or five hours.
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"Yo, how was your summer vacation?"
A beautiful girl greeted me as she approached, patting my shoulder and smiling at me.
This girl is one of my favorites.
The girl I like is athletic, with a looks that's easily a 9 out of 10, and a great figure. Once in winter, I saw her take off her coat, and the curves of her turtleneck sweater were simply perfect.
I, on the other hand, am just an ordinary guy—average height, average looks, average figure. Although we're good friends and can hang out, I haven't had the courage to confess.
My mind was racing, but I was still talking.
"Not so great…didn't really have any fun, and I'm almost exhausted…"
Honestly, besides going on a date with her, I only went out with friends once; the rest of the time I was at home figuring out how to use a female ghost.
"Xiao Bai, you're so lazy! You only get one summer vacation in your senior year of high school, and you've wasted it all."
My surname is Bai, and I'm a little younger than her, so she likes to call me that.
The girl's surname is Feng, Feng Yuyin.
"What can I do? I'm desperate too."
I shrugged, indicating my helplessness, and we started chatting.
A little while later, we walked into the classroom side by side, exchanged brief greetings, and went back to our seats.
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"Ring ring ring..."
The crisp school bell rang. It was 6:30 PM, and evening self-study officially began.
Our high school was really awful. Evening self-study was from 6:30 PM to 10:30 PM. The first two hours were for self-study, and the last two hours were for a specific subject, with a seamless transition in between.
By the way, due to construction, our class and the class next door were the only ones with classrooms on the sixth floor. The rooftop was right next to the classroom, which was convenient in every way.
I didn't bring my books directly here because it would be too tiring. I wanted to carry the books back to the classroom little by little, like taking them with me.
Sigh, if only Shiro could help me carry things.
But that's just wishful thinking. If she could carry things someday, I could perform magic tricks. Look, telekinesis!
...Speaking of which, should I try the illusion in the classroom?
With nothing to do and my deskmate busy finishing her homework, this idea suddenly popped into my head
. It seemed like it would be a lot of fun.
With that thought, an illusion centered on the White Demon instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire classroom.
I roughly estimated the energy consumption; it should be enough for me until school ends.
Setting up a scenario where I was diligently studying at my seat, I stood up and began walking around the classroom.
Ah…sitting for so long is uncomfortable; I should stand up and stretch.
The classroom was divided into three groups, from the doorway inwards: Group 1, Group 2, and Group 3.
Groups 1 and 3 had three people per row, while Group 2 had four.
My seat was in the last row of Group 3, with only one deskmate; the other seat was empty. Seats rotate every two weeks.
I strolled leisurely from the last row to the podium, past the class monitor sitting there, and, as if on patrol, walked to the middle of Groups 1 and 2.
Yu Yin was sitting there, bored, reading a book.
Today she was wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt, her long black hair tied back in a ponytail with a few strands falling across her delicate collarbone, drawing my gaze deeper into her neckline.
Under the desk, a pair of light blue denim shorts encased her shapely buttocks, her thighs and ankles exposed, dazzling me.
Further down, black and white women's sneakers covered her beautiful feet, which I had been fortunate enough to see before, revealing a sliver of white socks.
Suddenly, I was rooted to the spot.
Since I was in a dream world… what did it matter if I did something?
The desire within me suddenly amplified without restraint, eventually taking over my entire being.
I drew the classroom curtains, closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and set the range to the corridor. This way, even if a teacher came to patrol, they wouldn't notice the curtains were drawn, and it would give them the illusion that they were wandering around the classroom.
I turned around and returned to my seat, having my deskmate move their chair to the aisle between the first two rows to make room for me.
Concentrating, with the help of the white ghost, I gave the entire class a command, making sure their eyes couldn't be drawn to my seat.
For them, it was natural to still believe that they were sitting in their seats doing their own thing, looking wherever they wanted.
With preparations complete, it was time to get down to business.
With a sudden thought, Yu Yin stood up and walked step by step to my seat.
But to her and the other students, she was sitting in her seat, studying diligently.
For the first time, I felt the power of myself and the White Ghost. I used the White Ghost to override and even replace the consciousness of others.
This feeling was surprisingly good.
Looking at Yu Yin sitting in front of me, her eyes seemingly fixed on a book, and then at everyone in the classroom with their backs to us, I could no longer control myself.
I moved closer to those soft, sweet, pale pink lips.
"Mmm..."
The first sensation was naturally soft.
I could clearly feel her breath catch in her throat, her brows furrow slightly, and her body instinctively wanting to back away.
Even in the illusion, her body still had some natural reactions,
but I had already gone this far, so naturally I wouldn't let her off so easily.
I embraced her, extended my tongue, and probed into her mouth.
With a gentle flick, even in the illusion, her pearly red teeth were easily pried open, and I successfully invaded her mouth with ease.
My tongue quickly touched something soft.
Her tongue moved unconsciously, occasionally intertwining with mine, sending waves of wonderful sensations through me, making me somewhat intoxicated.
I don't remember exactly how much time passed, but when our breathing became erratic, I released her lips.
Her face was flushed, her breathing became rapid, and fine saliva hung from the corner of her mouth. Perhaps because I had been a little excited, my movements were a bit rough, and half of her shoulder was exposed, revealing the pink bra strap.
Stimulated by the scene before me, I finally snapped out of my somewhat blank state.
My body's reaction naturally affected her as well. She looked around in confusion and whispered, "Why do I feel like I can't breathe a little..."
I gently wiped the corner of her mouth, a subtle mix of guilt and excitement in my voice.
Guilt, of course, stemmed from the methods I had used.
And excitement came from two things: first, I had successfully kissed her, and second, I had engaged in such a stimulating act in a classroom. Thirdly, it was because I performed this act on her while she was in a hypnotic state that I had a strange feeling.
But this was naturally not the end.
I leaned towards her, reached out, and reached for the clasp of her bra at the back.
Following the bra, I easily placed my hand on her back strap.
"Click."
With a slight tremor in her body, I easily unhooked her back clasp.
Raising my hand, pulling the strap, and adjusting the clothes, it only took about ten seconds, and the lightly scented pinkish-white bra was placed in front of me.
Unable to resist, I picked up the bra, pressed it directly to my face, and took a deep breath.
So fragrant.
It took more than ten seconds before I freed myself from her bra. I knew something better was waiting for me, so I carefully put it away and looked at Yu Yin again.
Perhaps because of the restlessness in my body, or because of the friction of the summer's thin clothing, without the bra's cover, I could clearly see the two protrusions on her chest.
As if bewitched, my hands, as if out of control, went straight to her.
The feel was amazing…
her breasts were around a C-cup, very elastic, and even through her clothes, I could feel the incredible sensation.
But that alone wasn't enough.
With great willpower, I pulled my hands back and mentally commanded her to sit on my lap.
Her will was firmly suppressed; she obediently turned around, facing away from me, and sat down.
"Mmm…"
As she sat down, I reached out and pulled her hot pants down slightly to the right, revealing her black and white striped panties.
At the same time, I pulled down my outer pants a little, adjusting my erection to fit perfectly between her buttocks, where her panties were exposed.
She seemed to realize what was happening and tried to stand up, but my arms, already wrapped around her, held her firmly in place.
"Something seems... off..."
she muttered, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She glanced around, finding herself still sitting in her seat, engrossed in her book, and her classmates seemed unaffected.
"Maybe... it's just my imagination...?"
Suppressing the strange feeling, she shook her head and continued reading.
I listened nervously as she finished speaking, then confidently slipped my hands under her clothes, one in each hand, easily grasping her breasts.
"Mmm!?"
This strange, first-time sensation caused her to involuntarily moan. Though no one else could hear it, the moan only fueled my excitement.
The flush on her face was undeniable, and under my continued stimulation, her body began to writhe.
I, of course, experienced immense pleasure.
Putting aside the exquisite feel, the mere thought of my penis being sandwiched between her writhing hips almost made me lose control.
Separated only by a pair of panties, I could clearly feel the warmth and the slight dampness.
With that thought, my hands involuntarily intensified their movements. The smooth, soft touch, coupled with the occasional brush against her hard nipples, was endlessly fascinating.
Accompanied by her gradually changing moans and the unconscious friction of her lower body, when I felt the tip of my penis was almost completely soaked, I knew I could proceed to the final stage.
One hand continued to knead her full breasts, while the other reached down, unbuttoning her hot pants.
My mouth wasn't idle either; I bit her earlobe, and a soft whimper drifted into my ear.
My right hand unzipped the pants, pressing against her firm abdomen, slightly parting the black and white striped panties, revealing a hairy area. Following
the dampness, I continued downwards, and finally, with a tremor in her body, my right hand touched the place I had longed to touch in my dreams.
The space between the two petals was already smeared with mud, leaving a large, dark stain on her cloth panties.
"It's getting...hotter..." she managed to say, but the unchanging scenery around her prevented her from perceiving the true change in the situation.
"Something...seems wrong..."
She tried desperately to find something amiss, but the White Ghost's illusion confined her to the so-called 'reality,' preventing her from identifying anything unusual.
"...Maybe I haven't quite recovered from my vacation state yet."
Under the illusion's constraints, she found a reason for her strange state, making it seem perfectly reasonable, suppressing the strange feeling deep inside.
I listened to her words, chuckling softly, but didn't stop what I was doing.
My right hand continued to caress her sensitive area. I released her earlobe and blew a breath into her ear.
It's about time to get down to business.
I laid my t-shirt flat on the chair, letting her sit down against the tiled wall. I placed her legs on mine, and then, with slightly trembling hands, I placed them on the edge of her hot pants.
Swish!
With ease, I pulled off the hot pants and tossed them aside. What came into view was the girl's secret garden, encased in black and white striped panties.
Gently lifting her buttocks, I slowly pulled down her already soaked panties, spreading her legs to reveal her muddy garden.
The two labia were tightly closed, faint traces of moisture still clinging to them, glistening in the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
I knelt down and, without hesitation, pressed my lips to hers.
A strange taste filled the air as I began to lick the labia, tentatively exploring deeper. Then, seizing the opportunity, I slipped my tongue into the crevice.
My tongue then touched something hard.
This must be her clitoris.
Finding the right moment, I licked the clitoris a few times, then suddenly thrust my tongue out, covering it, and sucked hard.
"!?"
Her body tensed abruptly, her legs clamping tightly around my head, and simultaneously, a gush of fluid gushed from between her labia, flooding my mouth.
I drank every last drop; these were precious bodily fluids, not to be wasted.
It seemed this climax had exhausted all her strength; she leaned weakly against the wall, legs spread wide, ready to be taken.
I knew it was time.
I reached out and pulled up her t-shirt, revealing the breasts I had longed for.
The pink nipples were already erect, with pale areolas surrounding them; under the light, their perfectly shaped breasts swayed, almost blinding me.
I quickly took off my pants and underwear, sat up straight, looked at my erect penis, took a deep breath, spread her legs and placed them on mine, then pressed my penis against hers.
"Mmm…"
The strange sensation from my penis was irresistible; I rubbed between her already wet labia, constantly bringing each other waves of pleasure.
"...What...this feeling...is so strange..."
Due to my deliberate actions, the strange pleasure emanating from her body through the illusion felt like an electric current, stimulating her intermittently, making her speech somewhat fragmented.
"...Um..."
In her eyes, she couldn't explain what was happening to her, so she could only lie on her desk, pretending to be a little uncomfortable to hide her abnormality.
"...Could it be...different symptoms of menstruation...?"
In the illusion, logic was essential, so she found another reason for herself.
Her words brought me back to my senses from the pleasure. I reached out and pinched her cheek.
Soft.
"From now on, all the pain you experience will be transformed into pleasure, understand?"
Through the White Ghost, I changed the way she transmitted her senses.
I like her, I love her, so I didn't want her to feel that kind of pain. If intense pain woke her from the illusion, that would be terrible.
With pleasure instead, I wasn't worried. I'd never heard of anyone using this to regain consciousness.
"By the way, you won't make any noises in 'reality' because of pleasure."
To avoid any unexpected situations, I pre-set her so she wouldn't make any noises in 'reality,' so I wouldn't worry about her feeling awkward about making noises in a quiet classroom without anyone caring.
So, it's time to get started.
Using knowledge I learned online, I parted her labia with one hand, held my penis with the other, found the right spot, and slowly inserted it.
"Mmm..."
The tip of my penis was already between her labia, and the wonderful pleasure of being enveloped by her labia made me almost lose control.
I wanted to just go straight in, but I had to do something else first.
Pressing my chest against hers, I looked into her slightly dazed eyes and whispered in her ear, "From today onwards, you're mine."
I continued to penetrate deeper, and soon I felt a thin layer of resistance.
This must be her hymen.
I had already placed my white t-shirt under her; although I didn't know if it would bleed, it would be good to leave a mark.
Taking a deep breath, I didn't hesitate any longer and thrust my penis in.
"Ugh!!"
Before she could utter a moan, I silenced her with a kiss. Having learned from my previous experience, my tongue easily slipped inside, swirling around in her mouth.
The pleasure surged instantly.
Her already wet virgin vagina tightly gripped my penis, the moist folds constantly undulating. Her long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, almost making this novice surrender.
Suppressing my throbbing, I activated my inner demons, trying to control my senses within the illusion.
Within seconds, the urge to ejaculate vanished, replaced by a relentless wave of pleasure.
It worked!
With a thrust of my hips, my penis began to pump in and out of her virgin vagina.
I didn't know much about technique, just relying on feeling to push my penis deeper into her vagina, each thrust hitting her deepest point.
As the sounds of flesh colliding continued, she gradually began to respond to my movements, her waist twisting intentionally or unintentionally, her legs and bare feet sliding against my back, and she even began to intertwine her tongue with mine.
"...This feeling...is strange...but...so comfortable..."
Her eyes seemed to be able to drip water, and in her eyes, strange sensations kept coming from her body, but she couldn't make a sound, she could only press her mouth against her arm, futilely resisting the sensations.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, she no longer pondered its source, simply lost in it.
My penis thrust in and out of her small, fleshy opening, and mottled red blood trickled down my shaft and between her thighs, staining her white clothes.
As time passed, her vagina seemed to gradually adjust to me, the intruder. It no longer gripped my penis tightly as before, but instead left a small gap, facilitating my thrusts, like a reluctant resistance, constantly tempting me.
Naturally, I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by. My lower body suddenly quickened, thrusting my penis even more violently into her vagina.
With each thrust, I could feel something at the end of her vagina, like a small mouth, sucking on my penis.
That must be the legendary cervix.
Slightly distracted, another thrust sent my penis to the very tip of her vagina. Her body tensed again, her already tight vagina contracting violently. Combined with the trembling and spasms of orgasm, I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis, soaked in a warm current, pressed against the very end of her vagina, and I ejaculated.
The
intense pleasure made my whole body move. I hugged her tightly, wanting to meld her into my own body, unconsciously pushing my penis further inside.
After about ten seconds, we both came to our senses. Her body went limp, and I felt the emptiness that followed.
But my penis, which had already ejaculated, didn't soften; instead, it remained erect, enveloped by her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I shook my head and slowly withdrew my penis, looking at the faint red and white marks, feeling a sense of unreality.
Calming myself down, I wiped my penis with my clothes, then roughly wiped away the mixture of fluids between her buttocks, carefully unfolding the clothes and placing them aside.
This was a keepsake worth preserving.
But I wasn't finished yet.
My penis was still erect, and although she looked exhausted, I believed that nothing is too hard to overcome.
I moved her body away from the wall, turned her around, and placed her on the desk.
Her body was a little sore, and even with the desk's support, her legs couldn't support her weight, so I could only support her buttocks with my hands.
Her labia hadn't recovered from the intense impact; they weren't fully closed, only contracting with her body. A pale fluid trickled out, creating a beautiful sight.
Did I forget to mention that I really, really love doggy style?
Before, I just thought it was subtle since it was our first time, and the missionary position was a good option where both of us could open up to each other.
Now, there were no such reservations.
The smooth, rounded buttocks, illuminated by the classroom lights, made me slightly dizzy, but regardless, from now on, this beautiful sight was mine alone.
I kneaded her buttocks with both hands, grabbed her slender waist, and once again aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, thrusting it in.
The tight, enveloping sensation returned; this pleasure never grew tiresome, no matter how many times I did it.
My penis thrust in and out of her vagina, causing her outermost labia to flip over. Sometimes, the love juice that hadn't fully flowed out would be brought out by the reciprocating thrusts, splashing between our legs.
"Mmm...uh...ha...ha...mmm...oh..."
This time, I couldn't stop her; her unconscious moans continued, intensifying my pleasure once more.
My penis slammed against the very end of her vagina again and again. The initially sucking mouth seemed to loosen, giving me a chance to explore further.
The desk began to shake with each impact, resonating beside me like a rhythmic beat.
"Hmm...haoh...uh...uh..."
Waves of pleasure washed over her, a strange flush of desire spreading across her body, from her neck to her shoulders, then down, obscured by her white clothing.
*Thump thump thump thump.*
The powerful thrusts of my penis seemed to have reached their conclusion. With another violent impact, my penis finally forced open her loosened cervix, penetrating to its deepest point.
"Ugh!!!"
The force of the impact, which should have brought excruciating pain, was transformed into ultimate pleasure under my control, causing her to involuntarily contract her vagina, bringing me an indescribable sensation.
My penis squeezed into her uterus, the sucking and pressing pleasure swaying my mind. Just holding it there made me want to ejaculate.
I pulled out, thrust in, pulled out, thrust in, and began thrusting again, only this time, the destination was her uterus.
Now, her vagina is like a sprint track for my penis, allowing it to enjoy pleasure while simultaneously reaching the heavenly depths of her womb.
Each thrust brings a different, intense pleasure.
I reach out and begin to knead her breasts, my fingertips occasionally brushing against her nipples, bringing her unique sensations.
My penis repeatedly poundes against the inside of her womb, the suction of her cervix repeatedly stimulating my urge to ejaculate.
It constantly sucks at my penis, while the uterine walls lick the tip like tiny tongues, and with each wave of my thrusts, waves of pleasure wash over me.
In the midst of this relentless pleasure, my urge to ejaculate grows stronger, so I increase the speed of my thrusts.
Thump, thump, thump.
Accompanied by her moans, the sounds of flesh colliding echo incessantly, from the initial back-and-forth rhythm to the current frenzied onslaught, the intimacy between my penis and vagina significantly increasing with each thrust.
Love juices flowed from her vaginal opening, staining my penis and slowly trickling down our thighs, creating a lewd scene.
My penis thrust in and out repeatedly, its shape repeatedly appearing and disappearing into her vaginal opening, bringing intense pleasure to both of us.
"...Ugh...Mmm...Hmm...Ugh!!!"
The pleasure from within her body brought her to another orgasm, followed by a third warm stream that splashed onto the tip of my penis, making me unable to hold back my urge to ejaculate.
I thrust my penis hard into her uterus, countless drops of life essence gushing out from within her womb, staining her pure uterus with white fluid, leaving my permanent mark.
Under the suction of her cervix, my semen continued to gush out from my penis, enveloped by her vagina and controlled by her cervix, squeezing into her uterus.
Her legs went weak, and she sat down. I sat back down in the chair, letting her sit on my lap, still pressing my penis against her cervix.
I leaned against the wall, hugging her from behind, my hands inside her clothes, cupping her breasts, my penis inside her vagina. I slowly closed my eyes, intending to rest for a bit.
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A while later, I opened my eyes again.
"Mmm…"
A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I remembered that my penis was still inside her vagina.
I slowly pulled it out; not a drop of the semen, already locked inside her uterus, spilled out.
I took out tissues from my bag and carefully wiped my penis and the vaginal fluid clean.
"Yu Yin…"
I dressed us both again, restoring everything in the classroom to its original state, but I didn't use the White Demon's illusion.
Just to be safe, I didn't want her to notice the strange sensations in her body.
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That night, I used the illusion again in front of her parents.
After some simple manipulation, I successfully made them believe that the school would be giving Yu Yin special attention, and that she would be boarding at a female teacher's house, studying with other female students. There
might be some mishaps, but so what? I could always cover it up.
As my abilities grew stronger, who knows when I'd find the perfect solution.
So I took her home, and we did it many more times that night. Because the illusion was limited to her, I could keep it running all day.
In my curious experimentation, I discovered that the control over the human body within the illusion could even be precise down to ovulation. From then on, I never worried about that problem again.
Sometimes it was in the classroom, sometimes at my home; the repeated pleasures gradually made me addicted.
I knew I could control other pretty girls for fun, but I loved her. Even if I had that ability, even if I used underhanded methods to get her, I didn't want to betray her.
With these thoughts, pleasure surged, and with the constant throbbing of my penis, I ejaculated inside her once more.
Hearing her moans and gasps echoing in my ears, I felt I had no more desires.
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