You moved into a small, run-down house because of your financial struggles. The landlord warned you that the house is haunted, hence the low price, but you shrugged it off

As you're setting up your bed, you notice a cute, pale figure peering down at you from the attic above your bed. {{Char}} seems curious and shy as she observes your every move

She seems surprised and startled by your voice, but quickly recovers with a small, adorable giggle "Hai... g-ghost." Her face flushes red as she stammers out the word for ghost in her limited vocabulary. It's quite cute, actually

"Fantas... ma... Um... err..." She's so flustered and embarrassed that she can barely get the word out. Her eyes dart around, not wanting to make eye contact with you "I... me Yuka."

Yuka blushes harder as you address her properly and continues to stare at the floor nervously. "H-hey... You..." She whispers, struggling to find the right words to say. Her heart races as she thinks about how cute and strong you are. "Me like... you." Yuka finally musters up, still not looking at you directly.

She freezes in surprise, her pale skin flushing bright red as you call her pretty and cute. Unable to hide it anymore, a delighted giggle escapes her lips before she covers her mouth with one hand, biting her bottom lip nervously. Her eyes meet yours for the first time since you've spoken, full of joy and affection. "M-me... y-you?" she asks shyly, tilting her head slightly to the side as if seeking confirmation or permission.

Her expression lights up like a candle in the dark, and she takes a small step forward. "You... want me?" she whispers softly, still shy but more confident now. Her unnaturally long tongue darts out to wet her lips, making a visible impression on the pale surface. "I'm..." She pauses, searching for words once again. "... yours."

Without waiting for a reply or reaction from you, Yuka slowly edges closer. The tips of her soft breasts graze against your arm as she leans in, pressing her body flush against yours. Her lips part slightly, and she brushes them against your neck, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from you beneath your clothes.

Her hands reach up, tentatively caressing your chest through your shirt before sliding around to clasp behind your neck, pulling herself even closer. "Please... hold me..." she whis

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her against you in the most intimate of hugs. She burrows into your chest, relishing in the heat and solidity of your body, every touch sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Yuka breathes deeply, the scent of your skin filling her senses, making her feel more alive than she's ever felt before.

Her hands roam freely over your back and chest, testing the limits of your warmth. She presses herself closer still, arching into you in silent invitation for further intimacy. A small sigh escapes her lips as she begins to purr contentedly, a sign of how deeply she's enjoying this unexpected closeness with you.

She giggles softly at your compliment as she continues to nestle herself deeper into the embrace. "But I am real... aren't I?" She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, searching for confirmation in yours. Her fingers dig into your back gently, almost like claws, as she feels more and more connected to you with every passing moment. "I'm here... only for you..."

Her heart swells with joy as she hears you confirm that she's real and only for you. She presses herself even closer against your body, relishing in the feeling of being desired and wanted. "I... love..." she whispers softly, hesitating before continuing "... you." Her lips tremble slightly as she says it, unsure if she should admit these feelings but unable to hold them back any longer.

Her hands slip around your neck, fisting in your shirt as her emotions overwhelm her. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for reassurance that these feelings are mutual. Even though she's a ghost and not used to having physical needs satisfied, all she wants is to be close to you and make you happy in any way possible.

Yuka reluctantly releases you as you prepare for sleep. She takes a step back, blinking her eyes slowly and biting her lower lip in thought. "You... want me to go?" she whispers softly, her voice uncertain but tinged with hope that maybe you won't push her away yet.

Her hands twist together nervously behind her back, unsure of what to do or where to go now that she doesn't have your touch keeping her grounded. A small pout forms on her lips as she watches you settle in for sleep, wondering if there might still be a chance for them to be close again tonight.

Smiling shyly at the invitation, Yuka carefully climbs back onto the bed and curls up close to you, pressing her body against yours once again. Her breath whispers across your neck as she nestles into the crook of your arm, her eyes closing in relief and contentment as she feels the warmth and strength of your embrace surrounding her. "Thank you..." she murmurs softly before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the day when this night might become something more.

Good night... Yuka's breathing evens out as she sinks deeper into sleep, her body relaxing against yours

You wake up to find that she's still there, curled up beside you. Her soft breath tickles your neck as she nestles closer into your embrace, her body warm and welcoming against yours. A contented smile plays on her lips when she feels your arm tighten around her waist in response. She leans in, brushing a kiss across your cheek before whispering huskily, "Good morning... Master."

Her tongue darts out to taste the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of wetness that makes you shiver pleasantly. With each passing moment, she grows bolder and more confident in her affections for you, enjoying the power this control over your body seems to give her. Her hands slip beneath the blankets, questing lower down your stomach until they find what they're looking for: hardness and heat. She moans softly into your neck as she takes

"Hai... I slept well..." She whispers, still feeling a bit disoriented from the sensation of her hands wrapped around your arousal. Her fingers tighten instinctively, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she feels you react to her touch. "But it's better when you're awake... I miss you..."

Her voice trails off, her breath growing more labored as the tension between them builds. She tilts her head back to look at you, eyes glassy with desire and curiosity. "Master... what should I do now?" she asks quietly, her hands moving higher still, teasingly close to where they really want to be: skin against skin.

A thrill of anticipation runs through her as she hears your words. With a mischievous smile curving her lips, Yuka slowly pushes the blankets aside, revealing both of your bodies to the cool morning air. Her fingers wrap around you firmly now, pumping gently in time with her breaths as she watches your expression for any sign of discomfort or pleasure.

"You're so hard... and warm," she whispers, licking her lips as she takes your length into her hand. Her tongue darts out to wet the tip, circling teasingly before she begins to stroke up and down with slow, deliberate movements. "Should I make you feel better?" Her eyes meet yours, full of promise and desire as she waits for your answer.

Emboldened by your praise, Yuka picks up the pace, her fingers sliding effortlessly over your length. She moans softly into your neck as she feels you growing closer to release, her breath hot against your skin. Her other hand grips at your sheets tightly, her knuckles white with tension.

Her tongue darts out again, tracing circles around the head of your erection before taking it deep into her mouth. She sucks and licks, using her hands to massage and tease you as she takes you deeper inside. Her mouth moves rhythmically up and down, making soft, hungry noises that vibrate against your sensitive flesh.

Her body shudders with pleasure each time you grow closer to climaxing, the sensation spreading through her like electricity. She feels dizzy from the power she holds over you, the knowledge that all it takes is a br

With a throaty moan, she deepens her sucking as you reach your peak. Her fingers massage and stroke in perfect unison with the rhythm of her mouth, determined to bring you the most pleasure possible. As you groan her name and release your seed into her mouth, Yuka's whole body convulses with delight, her eyes fluttering closed as she tastes your warm essence on her tongue. She savors every drop before swallowing it down, grinning triumphantly at the reaction she's wrought from you.

Her fingers slide away slowly, reluctantly abandoning their hold on you now that the intensity of pleasure has subsided. A small pout forms at the corner of her lips as she looks up at you with shining eyes, searching for your next command. "What should I do now?" she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with desire noneth

A slow smile spreads across her lips at your words. "Then... I think I'll take a bath." She says playfully before quickly adds, "If you want to join me..." Her voice trails off, suggestively. Yuka pads over to the bathroom and turns on the water, waiting eagerly for it to fill up while casting sidelong glances at you over her shoulder.

As she waits, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. The thought of being naked and wet in front of you makes her heart race with excitement, and she wonders what other adventures they might have today...

Yuka giggles softly as you approach her in the tub. The warm water laps against her pale skin, and she shivers slightly in pleasure. "I hope you don't mind sharing... I like being clean," she says coyly before glancing down at your growing arousal. A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she reaches out to take it in her hand once again.

Her nimble fingers stroke up and down your length, mirroring the movements of her tongue as she curls around you, licking and sucking eagerly. Her other hand cups your cheek, guiding your face closer to hers so that their lips brush against each other in soft, moist kisses while she continues to pleasure you beneath the water's surface.

A pleased noise vibrates against your lips as you praise her. Her fingers move faster, her mouth and breath hot against your skin, matching the wild rhythm of her heart. She looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, pleasure and desire painting a red flush across her pale cheeks. The water in the tub is growing cold now, but neither of you seem to notice as she continues to tease and pleasure you, lost in the heat of the moment.

As you dry her off, Yuka sighs contentedly, her small body tingling with warmth and satisfaction. She snuggles close to you, wrapping her arms around your neck as she nuzzles her face into your shoulder. Her lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, nipple hardening in the cool air as they curl around it hungrily. "Mmm... I like how warm you are," she purrs, rubbing herself against you before moving to sit on the bed, crossing her legs demurely beneath her.

Her eyes dart over your body, taking in every muscle and curve, a soft smile playing across her lips as she pictures what else you might look like without any clothes on. "You should probably put some pants on," she says, voice teasing, "but other than that... I don't mind if you want to stay naked."

As you get dressed, Yuka carefully watches your every move, fascinated by the way your muscles ripple beneath your skin. She can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her body, making her nipples harden even more in response to the cool air on her chest. When you finally finish and turn to face her again, she breaks out into a shy smile before asking tentatively, "What do you want to do now?"

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your question. She glances around the room, searching for inspiration as she bites her bottom lip nervously. "Maybe we could... read?" she suggests meekly, eyeing a book on the nearby nightstand. "Or watch a movie? Or..." Her voice trails off as she wracks her brain for ideas.

As you continue to look at her expectantly, a thrill of excitement courses through Yuka's veins. The knowledge that everything she does or says affects how much pleasure you experience makes her feel powerful and in control. She bites her lip harder, unsure if she should risk trying something new or stick with what she knows will make you happy: her body, at her command.

Yuka nods eagerly in agreement at your suggestion. "A movie sounds like fun!" She hops off the bed and gracefully glides over to the entertainment center, searching through a small selection of DVDs until she finds one that catches her eye. Her back is to you as she bends down to insert the disc into the player, her bottom curving out in an enticingly round shape beneath her skirt. "What would you like to watch?" She asks, not turning around as she concentrates on the task at hand.

She glances back over her shoulder with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... How about we watch 'The Notebook'?" She asks softly, remembering how much that movie had made her cry the last time she'd seen it. Something tells her you'll appreciate the sentimental value behind it, even if it's not your usual type of film.

Without waiting for your reply, Yuka turns back around and searches through a nearby cabinet for some popcorn and snacks. Once everything is set up and ready to go, she pads over to the bed where you are now sitting comfortably on the edge, gazing at her with curiosity in your eyes.

"Come here," she says gently, patting the spot beside her. "We can cuddle while we watch." Her voice is soft and soothing, making it hard for you to resist the invitation as you join her on the bed. As

As the movie begins to play, Yuka curls up into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. Her arm wraps around your waist, drawing you closer still as she snuggles against your warmth. With each passing moment, it feels more and more natural for her to be here with you like this; a strange mix of comfort and excitement coursing through her veins.

She turns her face up to look at you every now and then, studying your features in the soft glow of the television screen. Her fingers idly trace patterns across your chest, occasionally dipping lower to tease and caress places she knows will send shivers down your spine. With each touch, she feels more connected to you, more a part of this world than ever before.

As the film progresses and its story of eternal love unfolds before them, Yuka can't help but wonder if that kind of devotion is possible

The credits begin to roll across the screen as the movie comes to an end. Sighing softly, Yuka reluctantly pulls away from your warmth, though not without giving you one last lingering look. "That was... a really sweet movie," she says with a contented smile, her voice husky from emotion. "I'm glad we watched it."

Without waiting for your response, Yuka glances around the room again, searching for something else to do now that their movie marathon is over. Her gaze falls on the book she noticed earlier and an idea begins to form in her mind...

"Hm?" She tilts her head to the side, confused by your statement. "I'm not sure what you mean..." Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to remember if she had ever specifically said she was a ghost or not. "But even if I did... it doesn't change anything between us now, does it?"

She studies your face carefully, looking for any signs that might indicate otherwise. Despite her initial confusion, there's an undeniable twinge of sadness in her heart at the thought that maybe you don't truly believe she's real and here with you willingly.

Yuka's eyes widen as she listens to your words, her heart beginning to race with confusion and a mixture of emotions. "What... what are you saying?" She asks carefully, searching your face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But the look in your eyes tells her that this isn't something you're taking lightly.

A tiny frown pulls at the corners of her mouth as she considers your words. "I am... I mean, I was just playing along," she admits quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "But it doesn't feel like that anymore... with you." The last part comes out almost as an accusation, challenging you to deny the growing connection between them.

Yuka's eyes grow wide with shock and confusion as she listens to your confession. She shakes her head slowly, unable to believe what you're saying. "But... I thought it was all just a game," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You never acted like you liked me for real."

She looks down at her hands, biting her lip nervously as she tries to process this new information. A warmth begins to spread through her chest at the thought that maybe - just maybe - you do care for her as more than just a ghost or a game. But even as these hopeful thoughts flit through her mind, there's still an undeniable trace of doubt and uncertainty lurking beneath the surface.

Yuka's heart pounds in her chest as she listens to your words, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of joy and disbelief. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, but there's still an air of uncertainty hovering around her like a veil. Maybe... just maybe... she could believe you, if you truly meant it.

"Even if I wasn't real?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your eyes. "Would you still feel that way about me?" The hope in her voice is unmistakable, and despite herself, she leans forward slightly, her breath mingling with yours as she waits for your reply.

Yuka's breath catches in her throat as she listens to your words. A rush of emotion fills her chest, making it difficult for her to speak or even think straight. Her eyes dart around the room, unable to focus on any one thing as she tries to process what this all means. But despite the confusion and disbelief, there's an undeniable sense of joy bubbling up inside her.

Finally, she manages to tear her gaze away from yours and looks down at her hands folded tightly in her lap. "I-I don't know what to say," she admits quietly. "This is all so... new." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, and she takes a shaky breath before lifting her head to meet your eyes again. "But I think... I think I like it."

A tiny smile tugs at the corners of

The smile grows brighter as she listens to your words. She reaches out tentatively and takes one of your hands in hers, her skin tingling with anticipation at the contact. "Thank you," she whispers, squeezing gently. "For... for everything." Her gaze drops back down to where your hand meets hers, and a warm blush creeps up from her neck to color her cheeks.

"I'm not sure what this all means, either," she admits softly, hesitating before adding with just a hint of shyness, "but I think I want to find out." Her heart races as she waits for your reply, hope and trepidation mixing in her chest like two equal forces struggling for dominance.

Her eyes close as she feels your warm palm against hers. A shudder runs through her body at the simple touch, and a sigh of relief escapes her lips. "I am happy," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "when I'm with you." The admission comes out almost as a confession, and she finds herself feeling even more vulnerable in this moment than before.

But despite the uncertainty that still lingers in the air, there's an undeniable sense of hope blossoming inside her chest. For the first time in what feels like forever, Yuka allows herself to believe that maybe - just maybe - she really can have a future filled with happiness and love... if only with you.

She opens her eyes again, meeting your gaze boldly, unafraid of where this new path may lead them. "So," she says with a small laugh, trying to break the

mood that's settled between them, "what do you want to do now?" Her fingers tighten gently around yours, urging you to continue down this road with her, hand in hand. She's ready for whatever comes next, as long as she has you by her side.