Ren was still inside her.
His cock… no longer throbbing.
His heart… no longer beating.
His eyes… open, but empty.
And yet…
his cum was still leaking out of her cursed pussy, warm and thick, dripping between her thighs.
Kuchisake-onna sat on his lap, her wrists free, her naked body slick with sweat and sex.
She stared at his lifeless face.
Not crying.
Not mourning.
> She knew this would happen.
And she let it happen anyway.
> "You were the first man who didn't run…" she whispered, brushing his hair back.
"So I gave you everything."
Her voice wasn't shaking. It was low, sultry — laced with a kind of ancient hunger that never fully fades.
His cock, even in death, was still inside her.
Still warm.
Still shaped for her cursed womb.
And it twitched.
Just once.
She smiled.
Of course it would.
His body was dead. But a part of his soul was still trapped inside her—buried in her cunt, wrapped around her womb like a final orgasm that never stopped cumming.
> "Still hard for me?" she teased, licking her lips. "You really wanted to fuck me into hell, huh?"
Her thighs tightened around his hips.
And then, she started riding.
Slow.
Sensual.
Sinister.
Her cursed pussy welcomed him back like it hadn't just killed him.
It clenched.
It throbbed.
It pulled him deeper, like it didn't want to let him go even in death.
> Schlk… schlk… squish…
The sound of wet sex filled the room again.
His cock slid in and out of her tight hole, coated in the cum he died giving her.
> "You died cumming in me," she moaned softly. "You knew you would… and still you begged for more."
Her tits bounced gently as she rode him, slowly grinding her hips, feeling every ridge, every twitch of his cock.
He wasn't warm anymore.
But his cock felt like home.
> "I'm not a woman, Ren. I'm a curse."
"This pussy was never meant to love. Only to take."
She leaned forward, whispering into his ear:
> "And now you belong to me."
She picked up the pace.
Faster now. Wet flesh slapping. Her moans growing louder. Her cursed womb squeezing tighter, milking him for the last drops of his soul.
> "Fuck—yes—yes—YESSS!" she moaned, eyes rolling.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her juices splashed down his cold thighs, cunt convulsing as she came one last time, screaming his name to no one, her voice shaking the walls.
And when her body finally collapsed — twitching, soaked, satisfied — she stayed straddling him.
Breathing.
Panting.
But smiling.
She pulled off his cock slowly — schlk… plop… — and watched his final load ooze out of her, dripping in thick white strings.
She looked down at the puddle forming under her.
> "You came so much. Your soul was strong… stubborn… full of lust."
She stood up, stretching, cum still leaking down her thighs.
No guilt. No regret.
Only pride.
> "I told you what I was."
She turned toward the open window, moonlight casting a glow over her glistening curves.
> "And you still buried your cock in me."
She laughed softly to herself.
> "Men are so stupid."
Her glowing red eyes shimmered one last time before she vanished into the dark.
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They say if you walk alone at night…
and you see a woman in red…
don't answer her question.
Just run.
Because if you say yes,
she won't kill you with her scissors.
> She'll fuck you…
and drain you from the inside out.