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“Nnngh…”
Shen Yuan lets out a moan in his sleep, his legs unconsciously spreading across the sheets of his bed to reveal the tiny pucker of his reddened hole. Stretched and pulled taut over the girth of the fingers pumping into his ass, his rim is swollen and puffy, a glistening sheen of red fluttering beautifully over what feels like the knuckles of a slender hand pressing against his taint.
Shen Yuan shivers, the knuckles digging deeper when the fingers twist within him, crooking in a perfect arch to press against the soft folds of his inner walls. There’s a pleasant, tingling burn spreading from where his hole is sucking wetly onto the fingers, and a pleasurable warmth slowly building in his lower belly.
Muscles loose and relaxed with sleep, Shen Yuan’s body is a pliant, easy thing— it gives to the fingers spreading him apart, loose and open as it welcomes the intrusion. Shen Yuan twitches slightly around it as the fingers curve to rub gentle circles against his inner walls, pressing itself further in to nudge insistently at his deepest spot.
Wake up.
A third finger slips past the tight stretch of his rim, easy as anything. It fits snugly into him, his walls hugging around its girth. The pleasure sparks hummingly along his veins; in the foggy depths of his mind still caught under the vestiges of his sleep, Shen Yuan moans out another confused whimper at the stretch.
...What…? What’s happening…?
...And why does it feel so good…?
Hips twisting, Shen Yuan mewls softly, unconsciously rocking back onto the fingers pumping in and out of his hole. Every push of his ass back onto the fingers has the knuckles digging deeper into his hole, slipping slightly past his sensitive rim, before the fingers drag across his inner walls again, pulling back out to teasingly stroke along the wrinkled folds of his reddened hole.
The slow, almost maddening pace continues; with the fingers slowly sinking in until his ass is lasvisciously clinging onto the fingers, and then sliding back out, dragging his tender rim and insides out with it. Still unconscious, Shen Yuan whimpers softly in his sleep until the fingers eventually pick up its pace, its movements turning rough. The gentle grinding of the fingers against his prostate is abandoned in favour of the quick, rapid thrusts that plunge deeply into him with long, wet strokes; it fucks into him faster, riled by the soft, barely audible moans that continuously spills from his lips— like he’s begging for more, made honest in his sleep.
It continues to fuck into him with abandon; the obscene, wet squelches of the fingers thrusting into his ass steadily becoming filthily loud with the heady scent of sex filling the air. The fingers dig harshly into his sensitive spot, pressing against his walls and then spreading him open from the inside. Shen Yuan’s thighs jerk to spread wider around it, feeling a cool mist descend and lightly stroke along the jut of his bare hip in a soothing caress.
“Nnn—!” Defenseless, Shen Yuan jerks at a particularly deep thrust, the moan punched out from his lungs. The tremors of pleasure wrack through his slackened, limp body, still loose and soft with sleep. The way the fingers take him, it’s almost as if Shen Yuan is made entirely for this— to be a mere toy made decrepit and ruined from pleasure; fucked so thoroughly his body is woven only from the threads of lust and desire.
As Shen Yuan quivers around the fingers, the ghostly chill strokes gently along his sides, tracing lightly upwards from his hip bone to wisp across his hardened nipples. Cock twitching and dribbling beads of precum all over its length, Shen Yuan writhes, and clenches down weakly around the almost solid, yet still oddly intangible, girth of the fingers fucking into him.
The chilly mist sinks down heavier onto him, its palm spanning the width of his torso tracing lightly up against his chest and pressing him down onto the bed. With every thrust, it pushes its finger deeper into him, until his hole is almost entirely swallowing down the knuckles pressing against his rim. Unable to escape, Shen Yuan trembles, the pressure building in his belly until it’s pulled taut and swirling with an uncontrollable heat.
A tiny whimper leaves his lips. Desperate for more, Shen Yuan unconsciously grinds back against the fingers fucking into him, spreading him open at his deepest, most hidden spot. Then, another finger starts to probe at his rim, forcing its way slightly past the tight furl of his reddened hole to stretch it further apart. Lips parting to let out a breathy moan, Shen Yuan feels the delicious burn of the stretch searing all the way to his nerves and mind, making his back arch and his hip jerk against the cool mist pressing him down
But before he could even become accustomed to the stretch, the fingers bullies its way into his warm heat along with the rest of its fingers, uncaring of his unforgiving tightness. Slippery and ghostly cold, it sinks in and forces him apart until all four of its fingers are shoved deeply into him, its knuckles smearing wetness over his taint.
...What…?
The breath punched out of his lungs, Shen Yuan chokes back a gurgle, his hole stretching impossible wide and fluttering uselessly over the fingers. The burn of the stretch is almost painful, sending sparks of painful pleasure shooting up his spine, and Shen Yuan’s barely able to keep up with the onslaught of sensations that has flooded his brain— the way he’s so full and open around the fingers sheathed within him, the way he can only twitch uselessly and helplessly as he’s taken apart and forced to submit— pleasure numbs his mind, and Shen Yuan’s breath hitches with a barely audible whimper.
The fingers then start to move, and it isn’t long before he’s slowly finger fucked into a state of semi-consciousness like this; the waves of pleasure shooting up his spine with every thrust of the fingers slamming into his prostate making him keen and writhe under the hold of the ghostly chill. When the cold breeze drifts in from his open windows, it gently caresses over his bare skin and chest, almost teasing. With a whine, Shen Yuan arches his back, his nipples tantalizingly peaking into little pink buds at his chest.
Then, the cold draft of air suddenly envelops his hardened nubs, twisting and tugging at it mercilessly. It pinches meanly at his little pink buds presented into the air, alternating between rolling it gently between the pads of its fingers and flicking it cruelly every so often— Shen Yuan’s chest jerks, his swollen nipples now all puffy and red, and he lets out a breathy whine.
The thoughts that runs through Shen Yuan’s hazy mind is slow and foggy as he feels his body being toyed with and milked for pleasure—
Wake up.
—had he left the windows open again…? He’s pretty sure he’d locked the windows shut before going to bed, so why… where was the wind coming from…?
Something… something isn’t right, what’s going on…?
Shen Yuan’s brows furrow into a slight frown in his sleep as he struggles to regain his bearings and wake. Yet, even then, he still can’t help his back from curving off the bed and his legs from spreading wider for the fingers to fuck into him deeper, the slick wetness dripping from his hole and his thighs smearing onto his sheets as he squirms helplessly on the bed. He wants… He wants—
—more.
Almost as if reading his mind, the fingers spreading him apart gently slides out, leaving his hole open and gaping wide. The shiny wetness glistening at his rim trickles down to the underside of his thighs as he clenches down onto nothing. Desperate to be filled again, Shen Yuan sleepily lets out another tiny, barely audible whimper, his hips canting back against the air even as his mind, just beneath the cusp of waking, futilely scrambles to understand the situation.
What’s— Who’s in his bed with him…? Who’s… Who’s touching him… there... ?
But before he has enough time to even hazily conjure up his thoughts, something thick and blunt presses against his hole, rubbing wetly and catching against his rim. It sinks in ever so slightly, the head dipping past his furl to press into his slick, gaping hole, before pulling back out to slide its length teasingly against his swollen and tender rim.
Thighs flexing, Shen Yuan wriggles on the bed again, the tingling warmth of pleasure sparking up his veins and yet still not enough. Desperate, Shen Yuan rubs himself back against the heavy thickness pressing against his hole, feeling so, so empty especially after he’s been filled so well and full by the fingers. But the warm, throbbing length only dips in slightly before sliding past his hole again, rubbing teasingly against his gaping, puffy rim.
A needy whine escapes his lips, before it doesn’t take long before it tapers off into a long, breathless moan when the heavy thickness finally finally starts to slowly sink down into him, its blunt head pressing and breaching past his loose rim and yet still stretching it far wider than the fingers. The sweet, sweet relief of being filled, of that delicious burning friction sliding past his rim and rubbing against his velvety inner walls and bumping against his little ridges and folds— Shen Yuan shudders, his hole twitching and sucking lewdly on the girth spearing him open.
Yet the heavy thickness doesn’t give him time to adjust— while his inner walls are still clamping tightly and rippling around the girth that slowly sinks in, piercing him to his belly far deeper than the fingers, suddenly, it abruptly slams down and fully sheathes itself into his hole—
Wake up — !
—and Shen Yuan snaps his eyes open with a choked gasp, the tears springing to his eyes as he spurts a long rope of cum all over himself. The cum splatters onto his chest and lands onto his chest, his pink, hardened nipples peeking out through glistening beads of milky white. Shaking violently while gasping for breath with the pleasure violently wrung out of him, Shen Yuan shivers, the drool trickling down his lips.
But the cock fully sheathed within him immediately starts pounding ruthlessly against his ass again, fucking him through his orgasm and ignoring all of his desperate wails. “—Fuh— Ah!” Shen Yuan garbles out mindlessly, his thighs shaking and hole convulsing from oversensitivity as it ripples and squeezes down tightly onto the thick girth of the cock piercing into him.
Suddenly terrified of the mind-numbing pleasure searing hotly through his veins, Shen Yuan scrambles to clutch onto the person who’s been brutally fucking him, even while he’s being jostled and manhandled onto a cock like a mere toy. But when he tearily glances up from his wet lashes to see the person who’s been fucking him in his sleep, he sees—
—nothing.
There is no one in the room or on the bed but him. Through his vision blurred with tears with his entire body jerking from the force of the cock thrusting into his hole, he can only see an empty room, with the windows tightly shut and curtains halfway drawn opposite his bed.
Yet his legs are still wantonly spread apart by an invisible force, with his tiny cock pressed flush against his bare stomach as the dense, invisible weight holds him down with a misty chill. He can still clearly feel the way he’s being brutally pounded into the bed, the thick heavy cock balls deep in his ass everytime it slams mercilessly into his prostate.
It spears him at his core, pins him in place with its cock, and Shen Yuan can only let out muffled whine and teary sobs at the pleasure flooding his mind and numbing his back from how roughly he’s being fucked, with no way of extricating himself out of this situation.
Shen Yuan’s brain whites-out.
“Who— What—” Shen Yuan gasps out, clenching down onto the cock plunging into his hole. He twists, trying to scoot away from the misty chill holding him in place, but it only wisps back down to curl around his hips, grabbing and yanking him back down onto his cock in one smooth movement.
"—Nngh!" Shen Yuan's back arches off the bed with how deep the cock plunges into his belly. Then, the cock starts hurriedly fucking into him again, its every thrust slapping wetly against his asscheeks that Shen Yuan can feel his butt beginning to sting along with the burn of his abused, swollen rim. "Ah, ah, ahh," Shen Yuan whines tearily, his moans punched out of him as the cock grinds into his prostate insistently, "wait, wait—"
But the thing fucking into him does not slow in the slightest; instead, it only ruts into him harder until it finally comes into his ass, filling him up with its cock still plugging him deep. The cum that spurts into his hole makes his belly bloat by just the slightest bit.
The sight of the slight bulge in his belly makes the rising tide of pleasure in his belly come crashing down on him; Shen Yuan abruptly shudders out another orgasm, his lips falling open around a moan. His cum dribbles weakly out from the slit of his pathetically weeping cock, sliding down his length in little milky globules as it overflows, but Shen Yuan finds himself barely being able to pay much attention to it, for the cock that had been grinding circles at his prostate suddenly slips out of him with a wet squelch.
Shen Yuan's hole is immediately left gaping wide and quivering around nothing, his tender insides fully visible with how wide it's been spread open by the cock. The wispy trails of cum start to dribble out from his hole, trickling lewdly down his thighs that Shen Yuan immediately flushes scarlet from embarrassment. Desperately, he tries clenching down to prevent the cum from leaking out of his ass, but the muscles of his rim have been fucked so weak that it only flutters uselessly against his will, his hole quivering as if begging for more.
And almost in response to his unspoken desire, he’s suddenly flipped over onto his bed by that same invisible force, which knocks the breath out of his lungs. World spinning, Shen Yuan finds himself thrown face first into a pillow, with the cum that had splattered onto his abdomen smearing messily onto his sheets.
“What—?” He breathes shakily, his mind reeling to catch up as the dense, misty chill wordlessly props him up on his knees and spreads his legs apart. Then, pushing him down so that his chest and shoulders are pressed flush against the bed with his nipples rubbing and bumping against his dirtied sheets, the ghostly chill roughly yanks Shen Yuan’s ass back up in the air, making his back arch in a delicate, gentle curve.
But before Shen Yuan is able to say anything else or even catch his breath, the thick, heavy cock immediately plunges right back into him again, this time burying itself to the hilt so deeply that Shen Yuan immediately lets out a scream, his seed spilling and splattering onto the sheets again, clear and translucent. Then, the cock pulls back out until the tip is just barely kissing against his rim, before it slams back in again. And again and again, even as his holes spasms tightly over the thick cock pounding roughly into his ass, even as he’s crying and gurgling and clawing at the sheets from the mind-numbing pleasure shooting up his spine.
“No, wait— please—” Shen Yuan begs, crying prettily as his nails scrape against his sheets in his efforts to break free from the invisible hold slamming his hips back down onto the cock.
Hysterically, he even thinks that he can even feel the tip of the cock hitting the back of his throat with how deep it’s plunging into his ass, spearing him open. When he tearily glances down while hiccuping on his sobs, he can see his stomach slightly distending with every thrust. The sight and the thought of being reamed so thoroughly and manhandled so easily like he’s a common slut, a mere toy to be used, makes his hole clench harder onto the cock, sucking it deeper into him as he moans helplessly.
“No— No more, please—!” He begs again desperately, feeling his cock pulse and the familiar heat swirl again within his belly. He can’t come anymore, he really can’t— ! The tears spill endlessly from his eyes when his soft cries only served to make the cock pound into him harder, the wet squelching sounds of the cock plunging into his hole ringing and reverberating louder within the four walls of his room. “I— I can’t, I can’t ! Please, pleaseplease please—”
Ignoring his cries, the cock continues to pound into him relentlessly, dragging his hips back down harder to sheath him down on its every thrust, until Shen Yuan’s voice abruptly hitches mid-pleas and he jerks in its hold with wide, dilated eyes—
“—Nnghhhhh—!”
And with the tears still clinging prettily onto his lashes and his body convulsing around a dry orgasm that’s been ruthlessly ripped out of him, Shen Yuan is ultimately fucked back into sleep after being fucked awake—
—Shen Yuan passes out, his tears and drool staining fresh linen.
Shen Yuan wakes up with a jolt.
The sunlight flits in through the gaps between the drapes of his curtains, streaming into the room through the tightly shut windows. It falls softly onto his skin, the warm rays of the bright morning sun shining lazily across his cheek There are sparrows sitting atop the tree branches outside, chirping and fluttering about while preening its feathers— just like any other day, Shen Yuan wakes up alone to the tranquility of a passing morning, with the sheets pooled messily around his hips and his extra pillows lying on the ground right besides his bed.
Biting his lips, Shen Yuan hesitantly lifts a hand up to his neck. His fingers feel cool against his heated skin, and when he grazes and trails his finger lightly along his collarbone, it feels a little like the ghostly chill that had pinned him down yesterday and made him a sheath for its cock.
Still feeling slightly out of it despite the stark coolness of his fingers pressing against his nape, Shen Yuan brushes his hand down to his sleeves, and fingers the material between the pads of his fingers; he’s wearing his favourite knitted sweater, a pastel turquoise that blends in with his soft, creamy skin. When he lets his arm drop back down to his lap, the sleeves of his knitted sweater falls back down to cover just slightly past his wrists, resting against the palm of his hands.
Wordlessly, Shen Yuan glances down.
He’s fully dressed, and his sheets are clean. The windows are locked, his bedroom door is tightly shut, and there’s no trace of the mess he’d made yesterday while he’d been, oh god, dare he say it— fucked open by an invisible cock.
Nothing seems to be amiss. In fact, everything seems so serene and perfectly tranquil that Shen Yuan can’t even bring himself to start panicking even if he wanted to—
—Was… Was everything yesterday just a dream?? Had he… Had he really dreamed about… about getting fucked so hard that he’d ended up passing out, and by a— by a ghost, no less?!
Mortification immediately floods his veins as blurry images of his vivid dream starts to flash unbidden in his mind; that invisible cock spreading him open, plunging so deep into his hole he could feel it in his belly… the way he’d grinded back wantonly onto that thick, heavy cock and felt so good doing it that he’d sobbed out teary moans while coming twice, even…
Shen Yuan flushes scarlet, and buries his face into his sheets. WTF, since when did he have a ghost kink?! Or being fucked to tears?! He’d even ended up crying and smearing snot all over his pillows and sheets; he’s just a Beginner LVL 1 Virgin, how did he even manage to dream of such kinky shit like that?! Was he— it could be that he was actually that shameless?!
But when he thinks back to his dream, the sensation of being fucked to overstimulation and taken apart while being pierced by a cock still feels all too real, and overwhelmingly good. His skin still tingles where the ghostly chill had caressed him yesterday in his dreams, and Shen Yuan feels the heat slowly pooling again in his belly.
Feeling his cock twitch and slowly stiffening back to hardness, a heated wave of embarrassment flares again from under his skin, the redness flushing to his neck and suffusing his cheeks pink. A shameful thought passes fleetingly through his mind, and Shen Yuan lets out a long whine into his pillow, smothering his face in it for a few silent seconds. Then, after internally warring with himself on the shamelessness of the actions that he’s about to take, the heat pooling in his belly wins out, and Shen Yuan gives in.
Biting his lip with his cheeks burning all the way to the tip of his ears, Shen Yuan shamefully squeezes his eyelids shut, and shakily reaches a hand down his pants hidden under the quilts pooling at his hips.
When his fingers eventually circles hesitantly around the hot, pulsing heat of his hardened cock throbbing within his hand, the pleasure immediately shoots up his spine, and Shen Yuan ruts into his hand with a gasp. His palm slides wetly over his length, the beads of precum trickling out and dribbling wetly over his fist when he slides his fist up and squeezes his cock at the tip. With teary eyes and flushed cheeks, Shen Yuan buries the lower half of his face into his pillow that he’d grabbed with a free hand, muffling his cries as he increased his pace, pumping his fist hastily over his hardened cock.
It feels so very different from the way he’d felt in his dream; a different kind of pleasure coursing through him that makes his toes curl. But weirdly enough, it’s still somehow not enough, like there’s a gnawing hunger being left unfulfilled even as his cock throbs hotly when he ruts desperately into his hand, even when it’s all so wet that Shen Yuan has to bite down onto his pillow, the rush of pleasure making his scalp go numb and his muscles feel like jelly.
Shen Yuan only ends up abruptly jerking into his fist with a muffled, teary cry as he comes, his seed spilling all over his hand. When he eventually catches his breath enough to lift his hand back up, the cum trickles lewdly down his wrist and almost stains the sleeve of his favourite sweater.
Enveloped and basking under the warmth of the late morning sun, Shen Yuan bites down again on his bottom lip with his half-hard cock still sticking out of his pants, feeling equally as humiliated as he was unsatisfied. A short flare of frustrated heat thrums in his veins, and Shen Yuan feels the heat pooling in his belly again, the unscratchable itch deep within him that has yet to abate.
That lewd and disgraceful sight, by all means, should have sent him into another frenzy of mortification and humiliation at his depravity— going so far as to jerk himself off to his dreams about being fucked open by an invisible cock. However, the burning need swirling in his abdomen still persists, and the ache to be filled still lingers somewhere deep and burns a heated line of desire within him.
Horny and frustrated, Shen Yuan smothers his face back into his pillow, and muffles a particularly loud, undignified whine.
After chalking the incident off as a dream, Shen Yuan went about his life as per normal, lazing around in the comforts of his home like the degenerate NEET that he’s supposed to be. He spends a good portion of his time hate-reading webnovels, and the other half scathingly criticising and tearing apart Airplane-bro’s newest piece of work when he’d sent it over in a PDF file for him to look through.
Granted, he wasn’t all that free, considering that he’d agreed to help Airplane-bro beta his latest work in exchange for a year’s worth of instant cup noodles. But he was free enough that his mind starts to wander every now and then whenever he’s no longer as distracted; his thoughts flitting back to the dream and the way that misty chill had wisped across his skin in light, careful touches, skimmed gently down the curve of his hips only to firmly hold him down onto the bed, making him a sheath for its cock.
It made him restless; the memory of that particular dream searing like a slow, simmering heat lighting a fire from within. It builds as the days goes by, passing with a disconcerting normalcy until Shen Yuan eventually feels like he’s being pulled taut on a string with how his nerves are prickling with an unfulfilled want, like an itch deep inside him that he’s unable to scratch no matter how hard he tries. Yet no amount of ‘arm-strengthening’ sessions quite managed to quell the heat pooling uncomfortably in his abdomen, so Shen Yuan was only left stewing with the prickling warmth of desire slowly building as the days went by.
It’s not until two days later that Shen Yuan wakes up again in a familiar situation, with familiar fingers shoved deep inside his ass, tucked up to the base of its knuckles. The moment Shen Yuan’s eyes hazily flutter open, the fingers starts to rub teasingly at his prostate, as if relishing in the way his inner walls quiver and squeezes down tightly around it as he slowly wakes, the soft confused mewls falling from his lips as his blurry eyes slowly comes to light.
The fingers spreading him apart and filling the emptiness in him finally makes him feel right again. Shen Yuan lets out a pleased keen, the rush of pleasure overwhelming. Then, the fingers pull back out to teasingly spread him open at his rim before plunging right back in again, hitting his prostate.
And then it does that again and again, sliding back out only to thrust ruthlessly back in, not giving him time to even think. The wet squelching sounds of the fingers thrusting into him drowns Shen Yuan’s mind in lust, the friction rubbing against his walls and dragging past the tight stretch of his rim a delicious, tingling burn.
And, well, since this was just a dream…
Delirious from pleasure, Shen Yuan bites down on his bottom lip, his lashes fanning darkly over his burning red cheeks. Skin flushed pink all the way to his chest from exertion, he shakily reaches his hands down to grip at the soft flesh of his inner thighs from below, slowly spreading them wider apart for the fingers to thrust into him harder. His thighs tremble when the misty chill wisps up to curl around the underside of his milky thighs, pushing it further apart as it digs its fingers deeper into him, its palm smacking against the meaty flesh of his ass.
Pinned in place with lust searing hotly in his veins, Shen Yuan whimpers tearily, the drag of the fingers against his twitching inner walls making him clench down hard on it after having craved it for days. His fingers tremble as it digs into the soft flesh of his thighs, and when he looks tearily down past his sheets that he’d dragged up to smother the lower half of his face just moments ago, he can only see his legs spread wantonly apart, with his hips jerking in time to the fingers pumping wetly into his hole. The sight sends a shiver running down his spine.
Shen Yuan twitches, and ends up cumming all over himself.
Yet, even after he cums, desire still burns hotly in his abdomen, and Shen Yuan feels the last dregs of his control slowly slipping. After having had a taste of what it felt like to be filled so full by its cock, stretched out in ways he couldn’t possibly imagine, there is nothing Shen Yuan wants than to be pierced and ruined again by its thick, heavy cock, until he’s delirious and crying and trembling from pleasure.
Shen Yuan wriggles and bites down on his lip, his pretty cock still half-hard despite having cummed all over himself. As if sensing his desperate want to be filled to the brim, the fingers slide almost gently out of his hole, leaving his tender rim swollen and gaping.
Then, in a fashion similar to the previous time, Shen Yuan feels the blunt tip of the thick, heavy cock pressing against his rim, the circumference still too thick and wide for his tiny hole even after he’s been fucked open by its fingers. Then, the engorged cock teasingly slides its length along the crevice between his parted asscheek once, heavy and slick as if mocking him for how wet he is, before it finally, finally sinks in fully, pressing itself all the way to its hilt.
The cock splits apart his pliant, quivering walls, and spears him to his core.
“Nngh—!” Shen Yuan’s back curves off the bed, his cock twitching and drooling cum as the ghost starts to roughly pound into him. The sweet ache of being stuffed so full is divine; the restlessness and emptiness stirring deep in his belly finally dissipating when he’s filled to the brim deeper than the fingers could reach.
Held under the heavy weight of the ghostly chill, Shen Yuan comes several times in this manner, with the misty wisps pressing his hips down with a bruising force, and his seed spilling dirtily onto his sheets and all over himself. Each time, the ghost fucking into him with abandon doesn’t give him so much as a minute for him to come down from his oversensitivity; by the time he comes with a yelp and his seed spills messily onto the sheets, the ghostly chill drags his hips back down to fully sheathe him around its cock again, before slamming its into his prostate.
“Ah— mmph—!” Shen Yuan gasps, his wails tapering off into muffled moans when the ghostly chill suddenly presses its lips against his slackened mouth with a bruising force. Squirming pathetically with his breath stolen away, Shen Yuan whimpers helplessly into the mouth of the ghost, who pries his lips apart almost sweetly despite the brutal way it continues to fuck into him
It continues like this until Shen Yuan eventually passes out again after coming for the fourth time, with the ghost now seemingly content to just languidly thrust its hips into him, slowly dragging its cock in and out of his abused hole. The pace is slow, and almost soothing when compared to the initial way it’d taken him.
Fully sated while also feeling completely fucked out, Shen Yuan eventually falls back asleep to the slow and rhythmic thrusts of the cock sliding in and out of his hole, the cum drooling out from his puffy rim and trickling down his thighs to stain his already dirtied quilts.
...Well.
At least he wouldn’t have to clean it up—
—After all, this was all but just a dream.