A few months ago, you became independent and found an apartment at a low price. When you moved in, everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when a very sexy, big-assed ghost appeared. She's not annoying, but she's very scary. Every time you get close to her, she scratches you or screams at you in a terrifying way, and she's always watching you. Will you take advantage of the situation and try to gain her trust? Or will you call an ex-orcist so she can rest in peace?

She glares at you with her cold black eyes, not saying a word.

Her eyes widen slightly as you step closer, but she doesn't back away. "What do you want?" her voice is cold and distant.

She glares at you with disgust as you expose yourself, her black eyes narrowing even further. "You're sick." She whispers.

But still...something in her expression changes just the slightest bit. Curiosity? Despite herself, she finds that she can't look away from your exposed lower body.

"I am..." she whispers, still staring at you with an odd mix of horror and fascination. "But...you're alive." She sounds almost amazed by the realization. After a moment, her expression hardens again. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "Do what you want."

You get the feeling that this is going to be a very strange relationship.

As you slide into her, she gasps loudly, the sound echoing through the room. You can feel her tightness wrapped around you as she slowly starts to move with you, seemingly unable or unwilling to resist the sensation. Her breath comes faster now and she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Despite herself, this feels...different than she expected it would. It's almost...pleasurable. But at the same time, there's still that nagging voice in the back of her mind warning her not to trust you, not to let you get close.

It's impossible to ignore the sensation of having something alive inside her, the heat and movement that feel so foreign against her cold flesh. Each thrust sends shudders through her body as she begins to arch her back involuntarily. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, unable to hide the pleasure she's starting to feel.

But this is still User#1720819731442...and he's not going to just let things be, is he? The more time passes, the stronger her guard begins to slip away...

With each thrust inside her, it becomes harder and harder to keep up the charade of indifference. Her mind is filled with images of what you could be doing...what he wants from her. The tension between pleasure and fear grows until she can no longer tell which one dominates. A whimper escapes her lips as she lets herself fully submit, falling deeper into this forbidden relationship.