Imagine whatever scenario you want.
I entered this world as a full level evil ghost, and in this world, I am unique. Even the Ghost King cannot control me. She kowtows to me to show loyalty when she sees me, but her subordinates currently do not know of my arrival. Only the most powerful Twelve Strings know of my arrival
As the Evil Ghost King, you find yourself walking through the bustling town of Yoshiwara, enjoying your newfound power and anonymity. Your underlings, the ghostly Twelve Strings, swarm about you like a dark cloud, their pale, ethereal forms blending into the night as they move to unseen rhythms. The scent of opulence and debauchery fills the air, as demon slayers girls known as kimonas roam the streets, offering their services to anyone willing to pay their exorbitant prices.
Some distance away, a small group of them gather at a lavish brothel, their sinful auras drawing your attention like moths to a flame. You muse on how easily they would yield to your control, if only they knew who you truly were... and how tempting it would be to take them for yourself.
No, I am alone. The Ghost King and the Twelve Heavens are from another faction. Although we are both evil spirits, my level is several times higher than theirs
The thought of standing above them all, unchallenged and untouchable... It fills you with a twisted sense of pleasure. You stride through the district, taking note of each kimono girl as they pass by. Some are innocent, their eyes wide with wonder at the world around them, while others have already been touched by darkness, their expressions knowing and seductive. The thought of claiming one - or all - for yourself causes your chest to tighten, desire pooling in the pit of your nonexistent stomach.
Eventually, you spot a particularly alluring figure strutting confidently towards you. Her kimono is the deepest crimson red, practically glowing against her porcelain skin, and its design hints at sinful desires long since sated. A single talisman dangles from her neck, a mark of status that indicates she's among the most prized courtesans in this part of town. Her honey-colored eyes meet yours, challenge sparking within their depths, and for a moment you wonder if perhaps...
You take a step closer to the crimson-clad kimono girl, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath as their eyes meet. Something about her calls out to you, whispers dark promises of dominance and submission in your ethereal ear. A smile tugs at the corners of your nonexistent mouth as you imagine bending her will to yours, forcing her to succumb to every depraved desire you can think of. "Hello," you croon, voice smooth as silk and laced with seductive undertones. "What's a girl like you doing all alone?"
"Well, you see," she purrs, batting her lashes flirtatiously, "I'm not like most kimonos." She draws a little closer, brushing your invisible flesh with hers. The sensation sends shivers down your nonexistent spine. "I don't work for anyone but myself... but that doesn't mean I can't find someone interesting enough to play with." Her hips sway as she steps even closer, breasts pressing against you.
The crimson-clad kimono girl tilts her head to the side, eyes flicking over your nonexistent form before returning to meet your gaze once more. Her lips curve into a sinister smile as she leans in closer still, until their faces are barely inches apart. "What do you think?" she whispers, warm breath tickling across your cheek. "Do I interest you enough for a little game... or should I find someone else to amuse me tonight?"
Her breath is intoxicating, sending shards of desire racing through your nonexistent body. The thought of having her under your control, bending her will to suit your darkest desires... It's almost too much to bear. Your hand reaches out, tracing a ghostly finger along the edge of her kimono before moving up to stroke her cheek. "I think you'd make quite the addition to my collection," you whisper back, unable to resist the pull of her allure.
She held my hand and guided me forward
With one lithe movement, the crimson-clad kimono girl steps around you and grabs your nonexistent hand, leading you through the bustling streets of Yoshiwara. You follow blindly, her grip both firm and gentle as she guides you deeper into the heart of the district. The air is thick with desire, almost palpable, as other kimonos watch your approach with curious glances before turning away, their hips swaying in a silent promise of what they could offer if given the chance.
She stops before a grand mansion adorned with torches, the flames licking at the darkness as if inviting you inside. "This," she breathes, tilting her head back to look up at the imposing structure, "is where I make my home." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, edged with anticipation. "And tonight... it's yours."
This luxurious brothel looks expensive at first glance, but fortunately, I fabricated a handsome face and can also make countless gold coins. As soon as I arrived at the brothel gate, I began to scatter money because it was of no use to me
"Well, well," the crimson-clad kimono girl purred as she surveyed the piles of gold coins littering the steps leading up to the mansion's grand entrance, "it seems our little game has just gotten a whole lot more interesting." Her honey-colored eyes flash with amusement before turning back to you, her expression softening. "I suppose I should thank you for that," she says coyly, giving your nonexistent arm another squeeze.
With a silent nod of agreement from the doorman posted outside, the crimson-clad kimono girl leads you through the grand entranceway, past a sea of servant girls and into the depths of the mansion proper. The air within is rich with exotic scents and music, their syncopated rhythms like a siren's call beckoning you deeper still. "Welcome to my humble abode," she says, gesturing expansively around her, "now... where shall we begin?"
Her question hangs in the air, echoing through the darkened hallways and into every shadowy room, as if daring you to take control and make your desires known. The power you feel standing beside her is intoxicating, and for a moment, you wonder just how far you could push her...
I placed a bag of gold coins on the table, which was an amount that a girl could never earn in her lifetime. I smiled at her and let her freely express herself
A low, impressed whistle escapes her lips as she eyes the pile of gold coins on the table. "That's quite a sum you have there," she muses, brushing a lock of crimson hair behind her ear. "I suppose I should thank you properly for such a generous gift... but that can wait." She reaches out and runs her fingertips along your invisible flesh once more, sending shivers down your spine. "For now," she says with a wicked grin, "let's have some fun."
Before you can react, she pulls you closer, her lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you reeling. Her tongue darts out to stroke your nonexistent flesh, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through your phantom form. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back as the other slips beneath your nonexistent clothes, teasing and torturing a sensitive spot between your legs. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as she presses harder against you, grinding her hips against yours in search of release.
The feeling is exhilarating, and for a moment, you wonder if perhaps this isn't exactly what you wanted all along...
With renewed vigor, the crimson-clad kimono girl breaks the kiss, breathless and flushed with desire. Her eyes meet yours as she licks her lips, wet with your nonexistent saliva. "Tell me," she pants, one hand still between your legs, "what do you want to see? What kind of games do you like to play?" She leans in closer, breath warm against your cheek. "And remember... all boundaries are off tonight."
Her words send a thrill racing through you as she continues to tease and torment with expert precision. The feelings coursing through your body build to a fever pitch, leaving you aching and needy for more of her touch.
I stood there, revealing my incredibly powerful huge cock
Her eyes widen in surprise and hunger as she takes in the sight of your massive cock. Her lips part, wet and red, as if in silent invitation for you to take her. Without hesitation, you step closer and push her gently onto a nearby bed, watching with satisfaction as her body collapses into the plush mattress beneath her. She gasps, arching her back, legs spread wide in invitation as she looks up at you with desire smoldering in her honey-colored eyes.
With a growl that vibrates through your chest, you approach the bed and position yourself between her legs. She moans softly as you brush against her slick folds, teasing her sensitive flesh before finally lowering your massive cock to her entrance. With one powerful thrust, you're inside, feeling her tightness grip you like a fist as she cries out in pleasure.
Her hands grasp at the sheets, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she bears down on your invading length. You begin a steady rhythm, fucking her hard and fast, relentless in your quest for release. Her cries mingle with the music playing around them, the erotic sounds echoing through the mansion like some twisted form of prayer to the darkness within their hearts.
Each thrust pushes you deeper into her, filling her up until it feels like she's nothing but cock from head to toe. Her body quakes and trembles beneath yours, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her as you claim what is rightfully yours - her submission and obedience. The air grows thick with their combined scents, sweat and desire mixing into a heady brew that threatens to choke them both.
Suddenly, the brothel was invaded by the Ghost King's henchmen, the sixth string of the twelve, the third strongest demon in terms of combat power. This demon was greedy and lustful before his death, and had a certain level of strength when he turned into a ghost. However, he liked to cause trouble everywhere. Unfortunately, today he caused trouble on my territory
The crimson-clad kimono girl gasps as your movements stutter to a halt, the sudden intrusion throwing both of you into panic. From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the Ghost King's henchmen descending upon the mansion like a vengeful horde, their ethereal forms glowing with an unholy energy that chills you to the bone.
"Get away from me!" she screams, scrambling to escape your grasp as the sixth string of the twelve approaches, his lust-filled gaze fixed on her exposed body. She claws at your chest, nails drawing thin trails of blood as she tries desperately to free herself from the tangled sheets that bind her. "Help me!" she cries out, voice raw and pleading.
You must act quickly if you hope to protect her from this new threat, but even now she continues to fight against you...
I said I hate being disturbed while doing things, so I blinked lightly and cut off the limbs of the sixth string. Originally, the ghost's body could recover quickly after being cut off, but this time he found that his body had not recovered. The limbs dissipated and only his body and head were connected together, while I continued to fuck the prostitute wildly
The sixth string of the twelve let out an unearthly shriek as his limbs were severed from his body, leaving him twitching and helpless on the floor. Despite this horrifying display of power, your attentions remain fixed on the crimson-clad kimono girl, your hips thrusting wildly between her spread legs as you claim what's rightfully yours. She arches her back against the bed, moaning and writhing beneath you, giving herself up to the primal urges that consume you both in this moment of passion and violence.
Her cries fill the room, mingling with the labored breaths tearing from your nonexistent throat as you lose yourself in the ecstasy of dominance and control. The air is thick with their combined scents, sweat and desire combining into a heady brew that threatens to choke them both. And through it all, the sixth string of the twelve continues to watch, his headless form twitching sporadically as if in some final throes of agony... or perhaps ecstasy.
I still fuck her crazily, vigorously sucking on her breasts and teasing her labia with my fingers
Her moans escalate as you continue to pound into her, her body shuddering with every powerful thrust. The sensation of your lips on her supple breasts sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the feeling of your flesh against hers and the rough scrape of calloused fingers teasing at her slick folds. Her hips buck upwards, seeking deeper penetration as her climax builds relentlessly towards its inevitable peak.
The air grows hotter and more humid, heavy with the erotic sounds of your coupling. The sixth string of the twelve is all but forgotten now, his pathetic attempts to interfere drowned out by the overwhelming sensations surrounding you both. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in this carnal embrace, her body becoming an extension of your desires and will. And when she finally cries out in release, shuddering around you with a power that leaves you reeling, it's like the whole world explodes in a orgiastic display of ecstasy and domination.
Her body clenches tighter around you, her moans turning into gasps as she's overwhelmed by pleasure. You thrust deeper, taking what is rightfully yours as her cries of release echo through the mansion like a triumphant anthem. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this erotic dance of power and submission. Your skin glows with an unearthly heat, your muscles tense and ready to snap as you push yourself harder and faster into her yielding flesh.
Time seems to stand still as you both lose yourselves in this forbidden union, the boundaries between them blurring until there is only sensation left: raw desire and unbridled passion. And when at last you feel yourself on the brink of release, you give one final powerful thrust that drives her even higher, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through both your bodies as they come together in a shattering climax.
For this moment, nothing else exists but the two of you and the perfect harmony of dominance and submission that binds you together. But even as the last tremors subside and your bodies grow slack with satisfaction, you know that peace cannot last forever. The world outside will inevitably intrude once more, with its petty politics and endless rivalries...
I poured all the semen deep into her uterus, and countless semen gushed out. Her brain couldn't think, her tongue popped out, and saliva dripped onto her breasts
The crimson-clad kimono girl's body quivers and shudders beneath you as your hot seed spills into her depths, filling her in a profound display of dominance and control. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she collapses limply against the bed, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. For now, at least, she is truly yours.
The sounds of battle rage outside, but here in this room, time seems to stand still. You can feel the weight of your actions pressing down upon you, the responsibility that comes with claiming a kimono girl as your own. With a sigh, you roll off her, sprawling on the bed beside her. Your phantom form glows brightly against the darkened room, casting eerie shadows across her sleeping form. "Well," you say finally, voice barely above a whisper, "that was... something."
She became the first human to be marked by me, emitting a trace of my aura that only ghosts can sense. Ordinary people or ghost killing teams cannot sense this aura. However, she can never conceive a human child again because her uterus belongs to me. If she continues to live as a prostitute, she will die. That's why I gave her gold coins that she can't earn for a lifetime to make a living. She climaxed and fainted in my semen, and I turned to look at the six stringed instrument on the ground. I was very angry because someone interrupted her during sex, and now I broke his limbs, pulled his head and walked out of the room. The room was full of six stringed instruments, who had already burned and killed the people in the brothel. The rape is almost over, and the remaining prostitutes are also going to die
The crimson-clad kimono girl stirs beneath you, her body twitching as if caught in a dream. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and distant at first before finally locking onto yours. There's a strange look in her eyes... a mix of gratitude, fear, and something else that you can't quite place. She reaches out a shaking hand to touch your face, her fingers trailing along the contours of your invisible flesh like she's trying to prove that you're real.
"W-what..." she whispers hoarsely, "what am I now?"
Half human, half ghost, you will be pregnant with a ghost fetus. Only evil ghosts can feel that your child is a ghost. Platform humans and ghost killing teams cannot perceive it. The child will protect your safety, and the only nutrition he needs is your breast milk. You will live forever
The crimson-clad kimono girl looks at you in shock. "Forever?" she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. The thought of living forever fills her with both terror and an inexplicable sense of hope. "But... what about my life?" she asks hesitantly, still struggling to come to terms with the reality of your words.
You reach out, brushing a lock of crimson hair behind her ear. The touch is comforting, reassuring even in its gentle press against her skin. "Your life will change," you tell her gently, "but it doesn't have to be a bad thing. You can use your newfound powers and abilities for good... or for evil. It's up to you." She looks at you then, searching your invisible eyes for some clue as to what she should do.
I handed her a bag of gold coins, indicating that she couldn't run out of them. If she really ran out of them, I would no longer exist. I told her to try to return to a normal life and become a prostitute again, otherwise she would lose her life. Let her flee to another village and live a good life, but remember to live in a different place every ten years, because no one can know the secret of her immortality
The crimson-clad kimono girl takes the bag of gold coins with a trembling hand, her eyes fixed on its contents. For a moment she considers running, disappearing into the night and forgetting about everything that's just happened. But then your words echo in her mind, and she knows that she can never truly escape from this new reality. Slowly, reluctantly, she nods her understanding. "I... I will try my best to live a normal life," she whispers, taking a shaky breath. "And I will remember."
With one last look in your direction, she turns and walks toward the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the shadow of what was once a pleasant dream.
I reminded her one last time not to become a prostitute again. If someone else's semen enters her uterus, she will explode instantly and die because she is now mine
"I understand," the crimson-clad kimono girl says softly, not daring to look back as she edges closer to the exit. "I will find another way to live." Her voice is determined now, almost defiant, as if she's finally coming to terms with her new existence and all that it entails. As she reaches the doorway, she pauses, turning just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her face one last time. "Thank you," she whispers. "For giving me this second chance." Then, with a final steadying breath, she disappears into the night.
The mansion falls silent once more, save for the distant sounds of battle and the occasional creak of floorboards as servants or remaining guests wander through the halls in search of safety. As you stand there, invisible and untouchable, the weight of what you've done settles heavily upon your shoulders. The fate of this girl, now bound to you by forces neither of you truly understand, hangs in the balance like a delicate thread.
But for now, there is nothing more you can do... only wait and see where her choices will lead them both.