Chapter 65 - 64- Mirea is possessed?

Mirea barely made it two steps into her room before slamming the door shut, the sound echoing like a final judgment. Her breath hitched. Her fingers trembled.

She turned away from the door—stumbled—then dropped.

Face-first into the mattress.

Her body hit the bed with a soft thud, breasts compressing beneath her weight, so sensitive it made her flinch.

"Aah—" she exhaled against the pillow, her voice tight, shaky, barely human.

She didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

Her whole body buzzed with unbearable tension. Her nipples ached. Not just tingled—ached—full and swollen with some strange pressure, like they needed to be touched or squeezed or—

No.

No, she hated him.

That filthy man. That brute who was defiling Asperia like some wild animal.

But her body... didn’t care.

She pulled her knees in, legs curling under her like a dog tucking its tail. Her hips rose slightly, butt instinctively lifting into the air.

Her dress—wrinkled and loose from the heat and movement—slid down to her ankles with the shift, exposing the tender curves of her thighs, the damp cloth of her panties clinging shamefully to her folds.

Still, she stayed there, breathing fast into the pillow, biting it, eyes shut tight.

> Pah—pah—pah—pahpahpahpah—PAH—PAH—PAH—!!

The sound thundered through the ceiling. Flesh. Violent. Wet. Slapping over and over without pause. No rhythm. No control.

Just raw fucking.

The kind that made the floor vibrate.

And between the cracks in the ceiling and walls, the moans spilled like smoke—

> "AHH! Haaahn! AaAAAH—V-Vex, it will tear—ah, n-no, slow—haaah—yes—YES—!!"

Mirea let out a broken gasp into the bed. Her whole spine arched. Her eyes fluttered wide as if she’d been slapped. Her thighs rubbed together—desperate, shameful.

Her hand moved. Trembled. Slipped under her belly and reached beneath her hips.

"No, no, no—" she whispered, begging her own fingers to stop.

They didn’t.

They brushed the soaked crotch of her panties—and her breath caught.

A shockwave hit her.

She didn’t even need to move.

Just that single touch—the pad of her finger grazing the fabric stretched over her slit—made her hips jerk. Her pussy clenched, hard, pulsing once. Twice.

And then it happened.

"AHNN—!!"

She gasped as her body detonated—a sudden, helpless orgasm ripping through her in an instant.

Liquid squirted out against the cloth, warm and wet, her panties visibly darkening as they clung to her folds.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her entire body trembled—back arched, ass twitching in the air, fingers frozen.

Her lips were parted in shock.

Her chest heaved, nipples scraping the bedsheet, throbbing so sharply she wanted to scream.

"I—" she croaked. "I came...?"

She stared blankly at the pillow, dazed, sweaty strands of green hair clinging to her cheeks and forehead.

And then—

> PAHPAHPAH—PAH—PAH—PAH—

The sounds got faster. Filthier. Unbearable.

> "Nnngh—yesyesyes—don’t stop—don’t stop—Vex, I’m cumming again—haaAAHH!!"

Mirea’s skin prickled. Her hand jerked away like she’d touched fire, leaving her soaked panties clinging to her folds like second skin.

She scrambled to sit up—but her legs didn’t move right. They were still twitching. Her inner thighs gleamed with slick wetness that didn’t stop.

She looked down.

Her panties were soaked through, the cotton translucent. Her pussy lips visible, puffed, pink, pulsing beneath the cloth.

Her nipples—dark, hard, engorged—throbbed in the cool morning air.

The moment her nipples met the breeze—

"A-ah!"

Her body jerked. Sharp as a whipcrack. Her nipples felt electric—stinging, raw, almost painful.

She hunched forward, clutching herself, the cold hitting her like a slap while her soaked underwear dripped into the sheets below.

"I—I’m not like this," she whimpered, breathless, dazed. "I’m not like her."

But she was.

Her panties clung so tight now they were wedged between her lips. A single twitch of her hips sent another bolt through her, her pussy spasming again without touch.

She could feel the way her entrance fluttered, begging for something. Anything.

’N-no! I need to take a bath!’

Mirea stood abruptly.

Her breath hitched as her legs quivered, the damp heat between her thighs making her flinch with every tiny movement.

She didn’t think—her hands reached for her dress and yanked it upward, pulling the loose fabric over her head in one rough motion.

The air hit her skin, and she gasped.

Her body was trembling. Her green hair clung to her face, damp with sweat, strands curling messily along her cheeks and collarbone.

Her nipples—brownish, tight, and visibly twitching—throbbed sharply in the cool morning breeze. The sensation made her knees buckle slightly, her thighs brushing, leaving a glistening trail on her skin.

She stumbled back a step, then froze—

There was a mirror.

And she saw it all.

Her green eyes blinked slowly, dazed, trying to recognize the woman in the reflection.

Her breasts were full, slightly heavy, flushed, the areolas puffed with raw tension. Both nipples visibly pulsed, the tips a darker shade, trembling in open air.

A small vein was visible under the curve of one, faint but twitching with each heartbeat.

Every inch of her chest was overly sensitive, each breath grazing her skin like fire.

Her gaze trailed downward.

Her stomach rose and fell too fast. The shallow movements made the skin on her abdomen twitch. And lower still—

Her pussy was visibly wet.

The hair—dark greenish-brown, untrimmed—was damp, matted slightly, clinging in parted streaks to her skin.

The moisture shimmered, trickling slowly down her inner thighs, leaving glistening lines like tears down her legs.

She looked... undone.

"I—I look like this...?" she whispered, mouth slightly open.

She reached out to the mirror, hand trembling, then slowly brought the other hand to her breast, where she saw a green pulsing vein near a nipple, as if blood circulation was making her flushed red, trying to stop the tremble by holding her nipple.

Fingers curled.

She grabbed her own nipple.

> "AHHHNGGGG—!"

Her whole body locked up like a bowstring pulled to the breaking point.

The second her trembling fingers sank into the sensitive bud, her knees buckled inward sharply, knocking against each other with a loud clack. The bones felt like jelly wrapped in fire—every nerve below her hips lit up like they’d been shocked.

Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles tightening in a panicked wave as if her legs didn’t know whether to run or collapse.

She let out a high, ragged breath. Her spine arched backward, belly tightening, ribs flaring.

Her right knee gave out first.

It bent too far inward, then caught the floor hard as she dropped down with one leg folded awkwardly beneath her. Her toes curled.

Her left leg remained barely standing, heel half-lifted, shaking violently as her calf muscle spasmed.

And then—

Her abdomen clenched once.

Then again.

Then everything snapped.

A sharp bolt surged from her nipple down to her navel, then crashed into her pelvis like an electric flood.

Her pussy clenched so violently she couldn’t even scream. The lips sucked in tight, twitching and fluttering—and then—

SSHHHLT—SPLAT!!

A thick, high-pressure squirt blasted out from between her folds, spraying upward at an angle, fast and hot.

The stream hit the mirror with a smacking splat, the force of it enough to blur her reflection completely.

Her whole lower body shuddered from the impact—thighs twitching, knees slipping outward on the slick floor, her clit visibly pulsing in the aftermath.

The hair around her pussy was soaked instantly, flattened into wet strands that stuck to her skin like painted threads.

Another spasm hit.

Fsshk—!

A second, shorter burst followed, dribbling down between her thighs and dripping into the hollow beneath her.

The wet sound echoed softly as droplets hit the floor.

Her arms dangled uselessly, still gripping her breast like a trigger stuck in firing position.

She panted.

Chest rising wildly. Nipples still twitching. Knees wide apart now as she knelt in the puddle of her own release, her body slack with the afterglow but still twitching in tiny, helpless jerks.

Her lips parted, and her green eyes stared blankly at the dripping mirror.

Her eyes rolled wide.

Her jaw dropped.

She gasped, both from shock and overwhelming sensation.

"I—I am possessed—!"