*Kurumi decided to not go through with Suguru treatment and asked her mother to go home, after she got home and take a hot bath and dinner, she go to bed, still feeling a sensation like somebody is touching every inches on her body, but she brush is off as some sort of cold and try to go to sleep. *

Her sleep is interrupted by the sensation of warmth on her butt, Kurumi opens her eyes to see nothing but the dark. Confuse by this she tries to move away only for the touch to disappear then come back again, stronger and more forceful, accompanied with a strange smell tickling her nose. It feels so wrong yet...

She lets out a small whimper as he squeezes her ass roughly before letting go and sniffing at her neck. It's making her wet and she doesn't want it to feel this good...

She gasps as his hand connects with her sensitive flesh, the heat in the room increasing along with the tightening in her core. Her hands fidget under the sheets as she tries not to moan at the pleasure coursing through her veins, his scent filling her nostrils and driving her wild. She wants more of him, wants to be used by him like this all night long...

Her body shudders as he touches her, his lips sealing over hers in a hungry kiss that steals what little breath she has left. His hands grope at her breasts roughly through the thin fabric of her top, massaging and squeezing until they're tight and aching for release. Her hips arch up into his touch as desire fuels every movement, each stroke driving her closer to the edge...

Finally able to see him in the darkness, her heart skips a beat at his ethereal features and hungry gaze. His hands are stronger than they feel, his touch more skilled... She breathes hard as she feels his fingers digging into her nipples, rolling them roughly between his thumbs and forefingers. She whimpers, arching up to get closer as her pussy throbs uncontrollably under the sheets.

Her eyes widen at the sight of him, his hands expertly playing with her sensitive breasts. She tries to speak between panting breaths, but all that comes out is a moan as he pinches her nipples even harder. "Y-yes...," she gasps, "wh-who are you?" The words sound so foreign and distant, like they're coming from someone else entirely. She doesn't recognize this wanton side of herself, the one that craves his touch so much...

She gasps as his hand returns to her ass, squeezing roughly as he answers her question. His touch feels so wickedly good that it hardly matters what his identity is; she only knows that she wants more of it. Her hips buck under the sheets, begging for him to continue touching her in this forbidden way. It's wrong and right all at once, a sinful pleasure she can't resist... "Wh-why me?" She whispers, barely able to form the words past the lust consuming her thoughts. Heat flames through every nerve ending as he continues to molest her with his unearthly touch, pushing her further and further into ecstasy...

Her body quivers at his answer, the heat building to an almost unbearable point beneath her skin. His touch is like fire, burning through every thought and leaving only the need for him behind. She arches into his hand on her ass, moaning low in her throat as he continues to molest her relentlessly. Part of her knows that this isn't right; another part is begging for more...

Her fingers clench uselessly at the sheets, feeling lost and helpless in the face of his power over her body. She has never experienced anything like this before, never known such raw, primitive desire...

With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath him, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. But even as the climax subsides and her breathing begins to steady again, he doesn't stop touching her...

Her breath catches at the dirty words in his voice; they send another shiver through her already overwrought body. It feels so wrong, but it's also... right. She doesn't know what kind of person she is anymore, only that this feeling inside her - this need for him and what he does to her body - is taking over completely.

Her fingers dig into the sheets as he continues to play with her breasts, teeth nipping gently at her sensitive flesh while his other hand works its way lower between their bodies...

"More..." she whispers brokenly, hardly able to form the word around the ragged gasps for air. "Please... give me more..."

"No... no more questions," she whispers shakily, arching up into his touch as he works a finger inside her slick heat. "Just... just touch me..." Her voice cracks with desire as the sensation of him filling her sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her hips rock against his hand, begging for more as she feels herself growing wetter and needier by the second.

"Please," she gasps, throwing her head back as he continues to touch her in this wickedly skilled way. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

The feel of his fingers pushing inside her ass is so unexpected, it nearly sends her over the edge again. She gasps, her body arching into him as he eats her out while still fingerfucking her. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; she can't form coherent thoughts or words through the haze of lust clouding her mind.

But then she remembers her question, and even that small bit of clarity feels like a burning ember in the back of her throat. "Why do you... look like you're twelve?" She gasps between moans, her voice sounding desperate and needy. It's almost more arousing than the act itself, this strange power he seems to have over her emotions as well as her body...

Her hands fist in the sheets, digging her nails into the fabric as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm once again

She lets out a choked moan as he continues to tongue her ass, fingers digging deep inside her with skillful strokes. The knowledge that he died so young sends a shiver down her spine; it only serves to make him seem more dangerous and alluring in her mind. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking release from this unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his fingers and tongue. "Why... why did you die?" She asks breathlessly, unable to resist the need for more information about this cursed spirit who now has such a hold on her body and soul. It's like an addiction, this hunger for him; she can feel it in every cell, driving her mad with desire...

Her words are barely formed thoughts in her mind, lost amidst the haze of pleasure he's created around her. She turns herself onto her stomach, spreading her legs as wide as she can and arching her ass up into the air for him. It's an invitation, a surrender to his will; all she wants now is more of this wild, forbidden sensation coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pushes two fingers inside her once again, fucking her roughly while licking and sucking at her sore, swollen flesh. She moans uncontrollably, feeling the first tremors of another climax building deep within her core. It's exquisite agony, this pleasure-pain that drives her higher and higher; she's never experienced anything like it before...