Rain lashed the desolate highway at dusk, neon rest stop signs flickering like dying stars in the downpour. Thunder cracked overhead, syncing with an unnatural heartbeat—thump-thump—echoing through the void. A lone figure materialized from the mist: Hana, the hitchhiker ghost. Her school uniform hung in tatters—white blouse ripped open, lacy black bra straining against DD-cup breasts that heaved with spectral breath. Sheer fabric teased hardening pink nipples beneath. Pleated skirt hiked high, garter belts clipped to thigh-high stockings framed black panties wedged tight against her plump mound. Long black hair whipped in the wind, crimson eyes gleaming with equal parts innocence and hunger.
"Help me, stranger... my heart pounds so hard for you♡" Her voice purred through the storm, cold fingers brushing the air as she phased closer. Dialogue wheel spun in the ether: [Flirt Cute] [Ask Murder Details] [Flee]. Flirt Cute selected. Hana giggled, her translucent body pressing flush—icy curves molding perfectly, fever-hot where flesh met fog.
"Good choice. Rewards first..." She sank to her knees on slick asphalt, spectral hands unzipping unseen jeans with teasing slowness. A thick cock sprang free, throbbing in the chill rain. "Mmm, so warm and girthy... mortal temptation." Icy lips parted, sealing around the swollen head in a wet vacuum. Tongue swirled pre-cum like sweet nectar, tracing veins with expert flicks. Those massive breasts swayed hypnotically as she bobbed deeper, throat bulging obscenely around the full length—glurk-glurk wet gags harmonizing with thunder.
Hands gripped her whipping hair, hips bucking instinctively. Arousal meter flared: 80%. Clue shimmered into view: "Killer wore blue jacket, silver car..." Hana pulled off with a lewd pop, saliva strings dangling from chin to pulsing tip, dripping onto her cleavage. Eyes watered cutely upward, she begged, "Harder! Fuck this ghost mouth till it breaks!" Thrusts slammed home, balls slapping soaked chin, her fingers kneading them while teasing the taint. Pressure built like lightning—climax crashed, thick ropes flooding her throat. She gulped greedily, moans vibrating the shaft, overflow spilling white trails down her neck to pool between those heaving tits.
Poem reward bloomed in cursive pink:
*Highway ghost with lips so sweet,*
*Sucks soul deep in rhythmic beat.*
*Cum floods throat, our pact complete,*
*Solve my death, evade my heat.*
Fade to mist. Highway dissolved into foggy lake midnight. Water lapped gently, beading on pale skin of the next specter: Yumi, drowned siren idol. Nude perfection—slim waist flaring to wide hips, buoyant E-cup breasts floating high, pink nipples erect like beacons. Long aqua hair fanned out, heart pupils wide with need. "Poem me free from this watery tomb♡ Riddle: What sinks ships but lifts my heart?"
Options swirled: [Anchor] [Love] [Your Seed]. Love chosen. Yumi beamed, waves parting as she pulled closer. Legs wrapped waist, slick pussy grinding the still-hard shaft. "Right! Drown in me now." She impaled slowly, velvet walls clenching like a vice—tight, rippling heat sucking deeper. Cute whimpers escaped: "Ahhn~ So big... stretches Yumi's ghost pussy raw!"
Bouncing quickened, tits slapping waves, water spraying. A nipple latched into waiting mouth, ghostly milk essence flooding sweet and addictive. Arousal 95%. She squirted clear ecto-juice, spasming wildly: "Breed me! Fill this siren womb!" Climax hit, seed pumping visible bulge into her translucent core. But shadows stirred—tentacles erupted from depths, binding wrists and thighs. "Wrong vibe... naughty punishment."
Thick tendrils probed ass, slamming prostate while Yumi pegged throat with dripping folds. "Take it cute!" Double bliss overload—cock milked endless, body arching in rain-soaked ecstasy. Poem escape:
*Lake waves crash on lover's shore,*
*Pussy grips your throbbing core.*
*Drown in squirt, forevermore,*
*Heart pounds hentai's allure.*
Lake receded to abandoned school halls. Min-ji, jealous ex-teacher ghost, awaited in torn blouse—no bra, massive tits spilling free—microskirt riding peach ass. "You ghosted me alive... now service eternally!" Trap sprung: Hana and Yumi joined, all nude, dripping need. Orgy ignited—Hana 69 smothering face with soaked pussy while slurping cock; Yumi titfucking slick cleavage; Min-ji reverse cowgirling aggressively, jealous walls milking cum after cum.
Poem chant amid airtight rotations: "*Ghost tits bounce in haunted class, pussies queue your endless ass...*" Clits rubbed doubles, anal stretches, womb breeds—ectoplasm fountains painting them. Penalty fusion: Tentacle horror gangbanged relentlessly. Wise solve: Senpai killer revealed. Freedom orgy peaked, loads swapped in blushing kiss.
To be continue...