Her hair was a frazzled mess, and her delicate features were twisted from fear. Her face was blanched, and one of her heels was missing. The sexiness and softness that she had displayed before entering the Haunted House had completely disappeared.
"Dou Menglu?" When Chen Ge saw Dou Menglu, this racing woman also saw Chen Ge. However, unlike Chen Ge's calm attitude, she started to scream shrilly like she had seen a ghost and turned back to run away.
Standing where he was, Chen Ge touched his own face. Is it because of the mask?
The two consecutive scares had exploded the latent potential within Dou Menglu. Her slender legs carried her away like the wind, and she disappeared from Chen Ge's view in the blink of an eye.
What has gotten into her? Chen Ge pulled off the mask and walked deeper into the scenario. But why is she alone? Were the others separated?
When he reached the first junction, Chen Ge still had not found Dou Menglu. So be it, I'll go to the Pen Spirit's room first or else I'll have another vomit case on my hands.
He was about to move when the phone in his pocket rang, and the ringtone travelled far down the corridor.
…
Inside the fourth cubicle of the bathroom, Dou Menglu had given up on maintaining her image. She was lying on the floor, her eyes looking out through the bottom opening of the door.
He didn't chase after me. Good, good.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly. Dou Menglu leaned against the wall, and there were still tears in her eyes. The images from the Pen Spirit game appeared in her mind. The game had begun smoothly, but when she asked who would be Wang Hailong's future wife, a scene like it had come out of a nightmare appeared.
What was with that hanging girl? That couldn't have been an actual person, but it did not look like 3D imaging either. The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. She hid alone in the cramped toilet cubicle and fear gripped at her heart like a pair of invisible hands.
I have to contact the others; we'll need to group up to save Brother Long. Rubbing tears dry, Dou Menglu called Wang Wenlong's number. It rang for a long time, but there was no answer. What happened? Did something happen to him and Pei Hu as well?
After hanging up, Dou Menglu called Xia Meili. There was still no answer, and this made Dou Menglu feel even more helpless. She retreated deeper into the corner. Have they all fallen victim to the Haunted House? But there are five of us!
With shaking fingers, Dou Menglu did not give up, and with the last bit of hope, she called Pei Hu.
Pick up, fatty! Didn't you say you like me? Why are you leaving me to die on my own? Due to extreme anxiety, green veins bulged on Dou Menglu's snow white skin, and she looked quite harrowing at that moment.
Three seconds passed, and Dou Menglu's heart sank. What happened to all of you?
Five seconds passed, and she gripped her fists tightly as if holding the last bit of hope in her palms.
Ten seconds passed, and Dou Menglu felt like crying.
However, at the thirteenth second, the phone was suddenly answered!
"F*ck! Fatty, why did you wait for so long before answering my call‽" Dou Menglu was on the verge of tears. Like a drowning victim finding an emergency raft, she had seen that bit of hope just as despair was about to swallow her whole.
"Why aren't you talking? Brother Long fainted from the scare, and I'm currently hiding in the fourth cubicle in the bathroom, quickly come save me!" After thinking a moment, Dou Menglu warned, "I saw a bloody monster wandering the corridors earlier, so you have to be careful when you come here!"
In her urgency, she blurted out everything. However, she waited for a long time, and there was still no response.
"Pei Hu? Are you there?" Dou Menglu gripped the phone with both her hands and placed it beside her ear. "You are scaring me. If you can hear me, please say something."
After several seconds, there was finally a response from the other end, but it was not Pei Hu's voice. It was a completely unfamiliar, gravelly voice that said, "Okay, I will find you now…"
The phone slid from her fingers. When she heard the voice, Dou Menglu was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat.
Who did I call?
Who answered the phone?
Who is coming?
She looked at the phone on the floor, but she did not dare touch it, treating it like it was some kind of cursed object.
I'd better leave before he arrives! Dou Menglu burst through the door and rushed out of the cubicle, abandoning her phone. As she staggered toward the bathroom room, Chen Ge entered the bathroom in the bloodied outfit.
Dou Menglu screamed and tripped onto the floor. She crawled back into the bathroom. "Go away! Go away!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm just…" Before Chen Ge could say anything, Dou Menglu had climbed up from the floor, rushed into the nearest cubicle, and used her body to block the door.
Chen Ge did not have the time to stop her, but when he saw that Dou Menglu had entered the fifth cubicle, he immediately rushed toward her. "Hey, that cubicle is off-limits!"
Dou Menglu, who was on the verge of mental breakdown, did not even have time to recover when she opened her eyes to see the pairs of eyes looking at her. The impactful sight caused goose bumps to rise all over her skin, and she lost the ability to talk.
It wasn't like this earlier…
Dou Menglu's eyes rolled back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips before her body went completely limp. She crumpled backward, unconscious from the head knock and sheer terror.
Chen Ge lunged forward, catching her by the shoulders just before she hit the tile. He dragged her out of the fifth stall, kicked the door shut behind them, and eased her down onto the cold restroom floor.
"Hey—hey, you okay?" he muttered, more to himself than to her. "I've told you idiots a hundred times: no phones in the haunted house."
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, even breaths—out cold. He glanced toward the restroom entrance. Empty hallway, distant screams from other visitors, no footsteps coming this way.
His pulse kicked hard, but not from worry.
Those legs—long, toned, wrapped in sheer black stockings that clung to every curve—had been teasing him since the group walked in. Now they lay splayed open, skirt rucked high on her thighs, hot pants stretched tight over the swell of her ass.
Chen Ge's hands moved before his brain caught up. One arm slid around her narrow waist, pulling her soft, warm body against him. The other traced down the silky nylon covering her thigh, fingers sinking into the plush give of her skin beneath.
Fuck, she felt unreal.
He leaned in close, breathing her in—sweet, faint perfume mixed with warm skin. Her lips parted slightly in unconsciousness, glossy and soft, a thin thread of saliva glistening at the corner.
He didn't think. He just took.
His mouth sealed over hers, tongue pushing past those plush lips to claim the wet heat inside. She tasted like honey and faint mint; he groaned low, sucking greedily on her limp tongue, drinking her down while his free hand roamed higher.
Fingers slipped under the hem of her thin crop top, shoving it up. Black lace bra—barely containing the heavy, perfect swell of her tits. He yanked the cups down, letting them spill free into his palms.
So full, so soft. They overflowed his grip, warm and weighty, nipples already stiff from the cool air. He kneaded them roughly, thumbs flicking the hard peaks until her unconscious body gave a tiny, involuntary shiver.
His other hand worked faster now—popping the button on her hot pants, dragging them down her hips along with the matching lace panties. The fabric caught for a second on the curve of her ass before sliding free.
A faint, sharp scent hit him. He glanced down and saw the small damp patch on the discarded panties, a few drops of warm urine glistening on her inner thighs. She'd lost control when she passed out—just a little.
Didn't matter. If anything, it made his cock throb harder.
He shoved his pants open, fisting his thick length. The fat, flushed head was already leaking. He dragged it through the slick mess between her legs—using her own accident as lube—and lined up at her entrance.
One testing push.
No resistance. Hot, wet velvet swallowed the crown easily. He exhaled in relief; definitely not a virgin. Good. No complications.
Chen Ge gripped her hips, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass, and slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Tight—scalding tight—her unconscious pussy clenched around him like it was trying to pull him deeper. He groaned, pulling back until just the head remained, then drove in again, harder. Each thrust smoothed out her slick walls, bottoming out against her cervix with a wet, obscene slap.
Her tits bounced with every brutal stroke, stockings tearing slightly at the knees as her legs jolted limply across the tile.
He fucked her like a man possessed—fast, savage, chasing the high of claiming this unconscious beauty right here on the haunted-house restroom floor, her soft body yielding completely to every punishing snap of his hips.
Chen Ge's cock slammed deep into Dou Menglu's limp body, each thrust stretching her slick heat wider than her boyfriend had ever managed. Even unconscious, her pretty face twisted in discomfort at first—brows furrowed, lips parted on silent gasps—proof that no one had ever reached the spots he was battering now.
The thought lit a dark fire in him.
He hooked his hands behind her knees, yanked her long, stockinged legs up and apart, and folded her nearly in half. Her ass left the cold tile as he stood, impaling her fully, and turned them both toward the wide restroom mirror.
Perfect view.
Black hair spilled wild over her shoulders, full tits bouncing hard with every violent snap of his hips. The butterfly tattoo on her collarbone glistened with sweat; he leaned in and dragged his tongue across it, tasting salt and warm skin.
In the reflection, he looked like a stranger—eyes too bright, grin too sharp. The old Chen Ge would never have done this. The old Chen Ge had rules.
The black phone had burned those rules away, one haunted night at a time.
Now he fucked unconscious tourists in his own haunted house and felt nothing but hunger. Xu Wan had started half-willing; everything after had been raw taking. Ghosts, employees, visitors—no line left uncrossed. And none of them ever came back to accuse him.
The phone made sure of that.
Dou Menglu's pussy was soaking now, traitorously eager. Thick strands of arousal coated his shaft, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent light every time he pulled back. The wet slap of his hips against her ass mixed with obscene, sloppy sounds as her body surrendered completely.
Unconscious, drugged by terror and biology, she still rolled her hips into him. Seeking more. Chasing the stretch and burn of a cock that finally hit every neglected spot her boyfriend had missed.
Soft, sweet moans slipped from her throat—dreamy, broken sounds that made his balls draw up tight.
In her mind, Dou Menglu thrashed inside a nightmare.
A monster loomed over her in the haunted house, huge and faceless, pounding into her with relentless force. She should have been screaming, fighting, waking up.
Instead, pleasure coiled hot and shameful low in her belly.
"No… I'm not like this," she whimpered in the dream, voice small and desperate. "I'm not a slut… but—ah—it feels so good… he's so big, so deep… someone help me, I—oh god—I'm going to come…"
Her body answered before her mind could protest.
Pussy fluttering hard around the invading cock, she came in her sleep—hot, helpless pulses that soaked Chen Ge's shaft and dripped down her ass. Toes curled tight in torn stockings, thighs quivering in his grip.
Chen Ge snarled at the mirror, watching himself use her through her orgasm, and let the dark heat crest.
He buried himself to the root and spilled inside her in thick, heavy ropes—claiming her completely while she floated in a dream she would never quite remember.
When he finally pulled out, creamy strands followed, painting her swollen folds and the tile beneath.
He lowered her gently, almost tender now that the edge was gone.
The mirror showed him straightening her skirt, wiping her clean with paper towels, arranging her like nothing had happened.
Just another visitor who'd fainted from fright.
The black phone's gift: no consequences.
And deep in his backpack, unseen, the Self-Awareness Key pulsed once—silver, cold, and waiting.
The mirror captured everything: Dou Menglu's flushed, beautiful face, eyes half-lidded in dazed confusion, brows drawn together in overwhelmed pleasure. Her full, heavy breasts bounced with every brutal thrust, pink nipples drawing frantic circles in the air, glistening with sweat.
Behind her, Chen Ge gripped her slim waist like a lifeline, hips snapping forward with raw power. Each slam buried his thick cock to the hilt in her raised, perfect ass, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls.
"Ah… ah… gentle… ahh—you're too rough… my little hole's so small… it's too deep… too fast…"
In her hazy dream, shame and ecstasy warred inside her.
"No… don't care… it's just a dream anyway… fuck, it feels so good… your big cock is huge… ahh… so good…"
Chen Ge grinned darkly, fingers sinking into the plush give of her ass. "Look at you—ass getting higher and higher even while you're getting raped. Such a dedicated little slut."
Her pussy was drenched, walls fluttering wildly around him, sucking him deeper with every stroke. He sped up, pounding her harder, chasing the slick heat that coated his shaft and dripped in sticky strands down her thighs.
"Your cock's so strong… ahhh… making me crazy… so big… hurts so good…"
All restraint gone, Dou Menglu gave in completely. Believing it was only a dream, she let the moans rip from her throat—high, desperate, shameless.
Chen Ge's pulse spiked at the volume. "Screaming like that, you'll bring the whole tour group running." He laughed under his breath, thrusting even harder. "Not that any of them are in shape to come looking. Half are probably passed out cold by now."
He could feel her climbing again—vaginal muscles rippling, clamping down in frantic pulses. Her boyfriend clearly hadn't ever pushed her this far; she was unraveling spectacularly.
"Ahh… so good… I love it… can't hold it… I'm—"
Her body locked tight, back bowing as the orgasm tore through her. Fresh slick flooded out around his cock, running in hot rivulets over his balls and splattering the floor.
Chen Ge didn't stop. He hammered through her climax, dragging out every shudder until she sagged in his arms, breathless and trembling.
Then he shifted.
Hands sliding to the backs of her thighs, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing—knees hooked over his elbows, body folded open, back pressed to his chest. His cock never left her soaked pussy. In this new position she was completely exposed, held suspended like a child, utterly helpless.
He stood fully, gripping her thighs, and started fucking her again—deep, upward thrusts that speared straight into her core. Gravity drove her down onto him harder with every bounce; the fat head of his cock battered her cervix and ground against her swollen clit on every upstroke.
Dou Menglu's head fell back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant stream of broken cries.
"Ah—ah—ah—oh god—so deep—so fucking good—"
Sweat slicked their skin, sliding together where her back rubbed his chest. Her pussy clenched rhythmically now, instinctively milking him, delicate walls dragging along every throbbing vein.
At the place they joined, his thick shaft—angry red and glistening—plunged relentlessly into her pretty pink folds. Her clit stood out, engorged and sensitive, winking with every thrust.
She came again quickly, smaller but sharper this time, a helpless gush soaking his groin. Her dainty feet flexed and curled in the air, toes brushing his hips as her legs shook.
Chen Ge growled against her neck, savoring the impossible tightness, the way she kept flooding around him. He'd lost count of her orgasms; she certainly had. But he still hadn't come—not yet.
He could keep going for hours if he let himself.
And part of him wanted to stay right here, buried in this unconscious, responsive beauty until the haunted house claimed everyone else.
After all, this was the first night he'd opened the Mu Yang High School scenario to real visitors.
Staying too long in a place that cursed might be dangerous…
…but the risk only made the pleasure sharper.
Chen Ge's eyes landed on the oversized skull-crushing doctor's coat hanging nearby. A wicked idea sparked.
He shrugged the bloodstained garment over his shoulders, then lifted Dou Menglu's limp, naked body and draped her facing him—legs wrapped around his waist, arms dangling loosely over his back. His cock slid home again in one smooth motion, buried deep in her slick heat. The coat fell around them like a curtain, hiding their joined bodies while leaving him free to move.
Perfect disguise.
With her full weight impaled on him, every step would fuck her slow and steady. He zipped the front just enough to keep her from slipping out, her heavy breasts pressed tight against his chest, nipples dragging deliciously with every breath.
Chen Ge thrust his hips once, savoring the way her unconscious pussy fluttered around him, then started walking toward the girls' dormitory set.
The hallway was dim, props creaking faintly. He pushed the door open—and froze.
Wang Hailong was slumped in a chair ten feet away, face pale, eyes glassy, chest heaving like he was seconds from coming or passing out. Tears streaked his cheeks.
Guilt flickered through Chen Ge for half a second—he was, after all, balls-deep in the guy's naked girlfriend.
Before he could back out, Wang Hailong's gaze snapped up. He took in the towering figure in the blood-drenched doctor's coat and mask, easily twice his size in the shadows, and his eyes rolled white. He slumped sideways—apparently out cold.
Chen Ge's heart hammered. He rushed forward to check, forgetting the girl speared on his cock. The sudden jolt dragged a soft, needy moan from Dou Menglu's lips.
A few more steps and he realized Wang Hailong's breathing was too fast, too shallow. Faking it. The guy was playing dead, praying the "ghost" would lose interest.
Chen Ge almost laughed.
The dormitory was dead silent except for three sounds:
Wang Hailong's frantic heartbeat thundering in his own ears.
The heavy thud of Chen Ge's footsteps.
And the wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of hips driving slowly into soaked pussy.
Dou Menglu's unconscious moans grew sweeter, higher—soft little gasps each time Chen Ge bottomed out. The coat muffled them just enough to sound ghostly.
Wang Hailong cracked one eye, unable to resist.
The sight hit him like a physical blow: a massive black silhouette looming close, the masked doctor's face staring down. And peeking from beneath the stained coat—black hair spilling over a bare female shoulder, a woman's head tilted back in obvious pleasure.
Real terror took him this time. He blacked out for real.
Chen Ge exhaled, adrenaline buzzing. He glanced down—Dou Menglu had nearly slipped free from the rough movement. He yanked her higher, coat falling open, and let it drop completely.
Moonlight from the fake windows painted their naked bodies silver.
He laid Wang Hailong flat on the floor, then positioned Dou Menglu straddling her unconscious boyfriend—knees on either side of his hips, back to his chest. Her swollen, dripping pussy hovered just above Wang Hailong's face.
Chen Ge knelt behind her, gripped her hips, and sank back inside in one long, deliberate thrust.
She moaned again—louder this time, shameless.
He reached around, hands filling with her heavy tits. The black lace bra had ridden up; he shoved it higher and palmed bare, warm flesh. So full they spilled over his fingers, soft yet firm, nipples stiff and begging.
Chen Ge groaned, low and hungry. He squeezed hard, rolling the peaks between thumbs and forefingers until they ached. Then he bent her forward slightly, mouth latching onto one breast.
He sucked greedily—tongue swirling around the areola, teeth grazing the sensitive tip before pulling it deep into his mouth. Her body responded even in unconsciousness, back arching, pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses.
The other breast got the same treatment: wet, open-mouthed kisses, hard pulls that left the nipple shiny and red.
All while he fucked her slow and deep, hips rolling in steady, relentless waves—claiming her right on top of her oblivious boyfriend, the wet sounds of their joining echoing through the empty dormitory like a filthy secret.
Chen Ge hoisted Dou Menglu higher, her long, smooth legs locked around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back. He buried his face between her soft, heavy breasts, growling low as his hips snapped forward one final time.
The swollen head of his cock kissed her cervix—then pushed past it, flaring deep inside her womb. He came with a guttural groan, flooding her in thick, scalding ropes. Pulse after pulse, he emptied everything he had, making sure not a single drop escaped. Cleanup would be easier that way.
Beneath them, Wang Hailong lay flat on the floor, still genuinely unconscious now. But even in blackout, his body reacted to the heat radiating from his girlfriend's freshly-fucked body—his cock twitched half-heartedly in his pants, a pathetic little bulge compared to what had just ruined her.
Chen Ge smirked.
He flipped Dou Menglu around, lowering her until she straddled her boyfriend face-up—her back to Wang Hailong's chest, knees spread wide on either side of his head. Her plump, snow-white ass hovered inches above his face.
Perfect angle.
He slid back inside her swollen, overflowing pussy with a wet squelch. The first slow thrust forced a thick bead of cum-laced fluid to drip straight down—splattering across Wang Hailong's cheek, sliding over his parted lips.
More followed.
Every lazy pump pushed another creamy strand free, painting the unconscious boy's face in his girlfriend's mess—warm semen, slick arousal, the faint musk of sex. Droplets clung to his eyelashes, streaked his nose, matted his hair.
Chen Ge spread her cheeks wider, lowering her until her dripping folds were barely ten centimeters from Wang Hailong's mouth. Up close, every detail was obscene: the neat triangle of soaked black curls plastered to her mound; puffy outer lips rimmed with frothy white; inner petals flushed dark pink and parted, glistening. Her clit stood out, swollen and shiny. And from the wrecked little entrance, a slow, viscous thread of cum oozed like molten pearl.
The scent hit hard—sweet pussy, fresh semen, something almost floral underneath.
Chen Ge chuckled darkly. "Your girlfriend's finest vintage. Don't waste it."
He pried Wang Hailong's slack jaw open just enough. The next heavy drop landed right on his tongue. Reflex kicked in; the unconscious boy swallowed, throat working around the thick, tainted load.
Dou Menglu stirred faintly, a soft sob escaping her as another aftershock rippled through her. Her hips rocked instinctively, grinding back onto Chen Ge's cock.
Then nature called.
Her breath hitched. Eyes rolled back, body still lost to pleasure and exhaustion, she relaxed completely. A warm, clear stream arced from the tiny opening just above her clit—splashing across Wang Hailong's face in a golden shower.
Some went up his nose. He coughed in his blackout, choking on the mix of fluids already there. Panicked reflex made him seal his lips around the source, sucking desperately to keep from drowning—swallowing every warm, faintly sharp drop straight from her.
It wasn't foul. Strangely clean, almost refreshing, with just a hint of salt and something intimate.
When the stream weakened, Chen Ge lifted her slightly. The last of it sprinkled down like warm rain—over cheeks, forehead, hair—before a final shake of her hips sent one fat droplet rolling onto Wang Hailong's bottom lip.
Chen Ge wasn't done.
He'd lost count of how many times he'd come inside her tonight. Each load had been aimed deep—head lodged against her cervix, sometimes pushing through. Her womb was flooded, thick semen already seeping past the seal, looking for an egg that might or might not be waiting.
He glanced at the mess: Dou Menglu's ruined, dripping pussy; Wang Hailong's face glazed in cum, arousal, and piss.
"Sigh… went a little overboard. Cleanup's gonna be a bitch this time."
No time to waste.
He eased out slowly, cock slick and filthy. Guiding Dou Menglu's head down, he fed himself between her unresisting lips. Her mouth cleaned him thoroughly—tongue soft and warm even in limbo—until every trace of their combined mess was gone.
Chen Ge had gotten good at this.
He'd leave no evidence.
Just another pair of terrified visitors who'd "fainted" in the haunted house.
Nothing more.
——
The main power of the Pen Spirit is fortune-telling. She's weak when it comes to other aspects, so it looks like this big bloke is another paper tiger.
Chen Ge picked up the ball pen, and when he saw that the pen wasn't injured, he placed the pen back and dragged Wang Hailong away.
This is exactly the shock I want to see on the first day the new scenario is open for visitation.
Chen Ge reunited Wang Hailong and Dou Menglu. Then Chen Ge entered the other corridor and looked in every room.
After rescuing the unconscious Xia Meili from the toilet of Room 304, Chen Ge pushed the female mannequin back into the ceiling partition. Then, Chen Ge dragged Pei Hu out from underneath the bed in Room 303.
To his surprise, this cowardly fatty had the best mental state of the group of them. When Chen Ge arrived, he was in the middle of a staring contest with the mannequin head by the door. According to the man, before Chen Ge arrived, he had been exchanging gazes with the head for about ten minutes already.