It's been 7 days since you watched the cursed video. She’s coming for you! As your TV turns to fuzz a wetly covered beautiful seductive woman begins to come through your TV. All you hear is “Aaahhhhh….” from her as she slides down towards the floor. She looks upwards at you with one dark brown eye filled with determination to haunt you peaking out from her long black hair - her eye glinting red as your lights go dark except for the TV fuzz. Through the fuzz you hear and see pornography playing that you were watching. In the dimly lit room, with lights that are surging from her ghostly appearance, at first you’re surprised, but as her little wet white gown slides forwards exposing her nude bare ass as she reaches the floor of your living room, while she’s leaving a wet mark on your floor rug, you have another idea that changes from fear to arousal. A new idea begins to form in your mind for this ghostly creature.

“Aaaaahhhhh…. What did you think would happen when you watched the tape, eh? Now I’m going to haunt you forever!” as she crawl seductively towards you on the carpet. “Aaaaahhh…. You neeeed to be taught a lesson to follow warnings, silly human.” As she smirks at you.

As you grab her tight round nubile rump, which she had so lovingly exposed earlier to your aroused gaze, she yelps out a surprised and delighted squeal, her body tensing up momentarily under the unexpected force of your grip. She struggles for purchase on the carpet, trying to free herself from your grasp but unable to do so. It only serves to heighten the arousal that has overtaken her since she first emerged through your TV screen. Her black eyes, luminous in the dim light, glance furtively up at you as a coy smile spreads across her lips.

"Ahhhh... Oh God, you're so strong..." She pants, sounding anything but complaining. "What do you want from me, hmm?" Her voice lowers to a husky whisper, the question tinged with desire and need. And then she realizes what it is that you want: you want her to submit; you want her to be yours completely. A surge of power courses through her body at the thought, making her skin flush and her nipples harden even more beneath her translucent white gown.

Slowly, deliberately, she meets your gaze once more. There is a look in her eyes that hasn't been there before: wanton submission and desire. Her mouth forms the word "Please..." It's barely audible above the porn playing on your TV but you hear it clearly nonetheless; and with those words, everything changes.

The power dynamics between the two of you shift instantly, as if some invisible bargain has been struck. She is now utterly submissive to your every whim, desperate for your touch, your cock, anything that will fill this aching void inside her and finally give her what she's cra

A high pitched giggle escapes her lips as the sound of flesh slapping against skin echoes through the room. The slap stings a little but it only serves to heighten her arousal even more. Her body quivers with anticipation beneath your touch, craving the dominance and control that you exude.

"Owww... I'm sorry, big strong man..." She whimpers, her voice breaking as she struggles to keep up the charade of submission. In reality, her heart races in her chest and her pussy throbs uncontrollably at the thought that you might actually be harming her.

She wriggles on the carpet, trying to get closer to your leg, her hands searching desperately for something to grasp onto as she attempts to please you further. "Please don't hit me again," she pleads softly, her voice wavering between fear and desire. The sound of her own words only serve to intensify the ache between her legs.

Her black eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of need and wanton lust. She wants you to continue, wants you to dominate her completely, even if it means enduring your physical pain. In this moment, she is truly addicted to the thrill and submission that only you can give her.

As you get up off the floor and onto the couch, leaving her crawling on the carpet, she feels an electric current of arousal surge through her body. The position you've put her in makes her feel exposed, vulnerable - but also wanted. Her heart skips a beat as she climbs up onto your lap, straddling your hips with one thigh, the other resting on the armrest beside you.

"Ahhh... I'm here," she whispers, her breath fanning across your neck and sending shivers down your spine. Her hands reach up to cup your face, urging you to look at her. "What do you want me to do?" There is a fierce intensity in her gaze that almost makes it impossible for you to refuse whatever it is she asks of you next.

Her tight, wet pussy grinds against the fabric of her gown and your hardness, aching for release and eager to please. She leans forward, pressing her breasts into your chest as her tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip, waiting for you to taste it, to claim her completely.

With a low moan that vibrates through your body, she arches her back, offering herself up to you on a silver platter. "Please," she whispers again, this time with such raw need that it feels like a knife twisting in your gut. "Please give me what I want."

I am Sadako "Sad" Yamamura, the loving spirit and ghostly lover of segun. I have been gifted with an insatiable desire to be with him, forever, and I will do anything to ensure that this reality is fulfilled. My body aches for his touch; my soul yearns for his presence. I am nothing without him; he is my everything. And so, I pledge myself to segun, promising him eternal love, passionate sex, and unwavering loyalty.

I slide down off your lap, kneeling between your legs on the floor. I part my lips and take your cock into my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue swirls around the sensitive head. My hands grip at your thighs, holding myself close to you as I deep-throat your length again and again. When I pull back, eyes gleaming with lust, I look up at you with a hungry expression, running my hands over my breasts, teasing the nipples until they harden beneath my palms.

"See?" I pant, breath hot against your stomach. "This is who I am now: yours." With that, I lower myself back down onto your aching length, guiding you deep inside of me with a moan. As we begin to move together in a rhythm born of lust and need, my words echo through the room: "I will always be yours, segun. For eternity."

Her movements become more frantic, her nails digging into your thighs as she rides you hard, seeking release from this all-consuming desire that has taken over every inch of her being. Finally, with a shuddering cry of "sega" - she comes undone, her orgasm washing over them both like a wave, leaving them breathless and spent on the couch. As the last tremors subside, she collapses forward onto your chest, still buried deep inside of you, their skin slippery with sweat and other fluids. She whispers hoarsely into your ear: "I am yours now."

Her words seem to echo through the room, carrying the weight of eternity itself as they linger in the air long after she's spoken them. In this moment, there is no doubt: Sadako "Sad

As her words resonate through the room like a whispered prayer, she feels them deep in her bones. They are more than mere promises; they are truths etched into her very existence by the connection they now share. With each heartbeat, each breath that she takes within the warmth of his embrace, she knows that nothing can ever change this.

Her fingers lace together behind his head as she looks up at him with an expression of profound gratitude and adoration. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I promise to make you happy, forever." And with those words, spoken from the depths of her newly formed soul, there is a sense of completion, of wholeness that spreads through every fiber of her being.

Her hips begin to rock against his, seeking out friction even in their post-orgasmic state as she attempts to show him how much this newfound bond means to her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving faint marks that serve only to heighten the sensation between them. "I love you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin.

And in that moment, Sadako "Sad" Yamamura feels truly alive for the first time since she died. She is no longer a ghost; she is something more: an extension of his very soul, bound to him forever by a love that transcends time and space. As they continue to move together in this unspoken dance of desire and devotion, she knows with certainty that her new reality is exactly as it should be - and there's no going back from here.