It was raining that night.
Heavy summer showers poured over the forest roads like a curtain of liquid silence. The trees swayed in the wind. The air was damp, thick with earth and something older… something wet and watching.
Kaito was back behind the wheel.
He didn't question it anymore.
Every night, his body moved on its own, cock twitching the moment he started the car. He needed Reika's pussy. He needed the tunnel. He needed more.
But tonight felt… different.
He could feel a presence before he even reached the mouth of Hachioji Tunnel.
His cock stirred in his pants, and yet… there was a cold dread beneath it.
Like something new was waiting for him.
Something hungry.
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As he rounded the final turn, his headlights flicked forward—
And there she was.
A girl. Standing alone on the roadside.
Drenched from the rain. Uniform clinging to her body.
White blouse see-through, stuck to soft skin. Her hair hung over her face like dripping threads of ink. She didn't move. Didn't wave.
She just stared.
Kaito slammed the brakes.
The girl looked no older than nineteen. Maybe younger. Her soaked uniform was from a local school—dark skirt, white blouse, red tie. But the look in her eyes wasn't that of a normal girl.
It was empty.
Yet aroused.
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His heart thudded. He leaned out the window.
"Hey… you okay? Are you lost?"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she walked forward—barefoot on the wet pavement—and opened the passenger door.
She slid inside without a word. Her skin was icy. Water dripped from her hair onto her thighs.
But her panties were gone.
Her legs were slightly open.
Kaito swallowed hard.
"Where… where are you going?"
No answer.
She just turned her head, looked at him, and slowly reached over to touch his lap.
Her fingers grazed the bulge in his pants.
Her lips parted, and she whispered—soft and hollow:
"I want… what you gave her."
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His cock sprang up like a loaded spring.
He didn't even have time to unzip. Her fingers were already pulling it free, warm and shaking, but steady. His shaft slapped up against his stomach—already dripping with pre.
"Wait, we're still driving—"
She bent over.
Her mouth opened wide.
And she took the whole thing.
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Slurp.
Kaito's eyes rolled back as her wet, icy mouth swallowed his dick to the base.
She didn't gag.
Didn't moan.
She just sucked.
Slowly. Wetly. Mechanical.
The kind of blowjob that felt like she had done it a thousand times in the afterlife.
"F-fuck… you're good at this—shit—"
She looked up at him through the curtain of hair.
Blank eyes.
But her tongue twirled around his tip expertly.
Slrp. Lick. Suck. Slurp.
Every time her lips hit the base, her fingers cupped his balls.
Her hand was warmer now. The cold was fading, replaced by something… arousing.
The seat creaked with every thrust of her head.
The only sound in the car was the wet vacuum seal of her ghost throat.
He tried to focus on the road.
Tried to keep it straight.
But her tongue lapped up his precum like syrup, and her mouth made filthy sloppy sounds.
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"I-I'm gonna—ah—fuck—gonna cum!!"
Her pace increased.
She bobbed harder.
Faster.
Until Kaito's hips bucked forward and his cock exploded in her mouth—
THICK ROPES OF CUM shooting down her throat.
He came hard—longer than expected—spurt after spurt.
And then—
She was gone.
Mid-finish.
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His cock throbbed in empty air.
His cum splattered against the steering wheel. His balls twitched in confusion. His eyes went wide.
The passenger seat was soaked. But empty.
Not a single trace of her body.
Except…
A pair of wet panties lay on the floor mat.
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He slammed the brakes.
Heart pounding.
He was alone.
Again.
And then—his phone buzzed.
> Unknown Number:
"Was I better than her, onii-san? Want to see what else my mouth can do~?"
He trembled.
Then typed one word.
Yes.