Cultivating Anthro CEO RPG Hero Harem Reincarnation In Another World - Chapter 155

“Is this…real life?” Casper asked, his eyes tearing up—a blind man seeing his first rainbow—as he lifted his arms and slowly reaching out toward the sublimely beautiful full-body apparition before him.

“What’s your name, beautiful ghost-chan?”

“Sakura,” she answered, giggling softly. “What about you, ghost sexer-kun?”

“Casper Coldrake.”

“I’ve always wanted to try a foreigner.”

“No—I’m actually Japanese.”

“Sure you are,” she said, with a playful smirk, placing her body against his chest. “Anyway, Casper-sama: it’s cold, so why don’t you hold me?’

“If the beautiful miss insists—”

Driven by instinct, his eager hands gently clung to her slender waist that was surprisingly tangible; cold and smooth like refrigerated metal to the touch, pulsating against his palm with a strange, otherworldly energy. Holding his breath as she watched his face through eyes that were wide, gleaming capsules of silver fog, her slight pale blue lips parted in budding passion.

Seeing her like this, Casper grew more confident.

“I like that look on your face,” Casper said bluntly. “It’s the face of someone who desires to be loved.”

“Ah, but it’s so embarrassing! All my life, as a shrine priestess, I was instructed to keep my chastity,” she said, meekly smiling, touching the back of Casper’s hand as he caressed her face. “So now, as a spirit…my dream has always been to—”

“You don’t have to say it,” he interjected, sensing her nervousness. “I’ll make you into a ghost-woman, tonight—MY ghost-woman.”

She gasped, her cheeks turning dark blue. “Casper-sama…!”

They made away, like free spirited lovers, away from the decrepit shrine and into the dark expanse of forest that covered the mountain: kissing, embracing, becoming electrified at one another’s bare bodies in the frigid air, as fireflies and stars danced danced over their heads.

Like this, the couple frolicked without order for a time before Casper finally pinned the ghost girl beneath his weight, staring down at her like a hungry wolf.

“How does it feel?” he asked, near-breathless.

“It feels…good. I can…feel it all,” she said, gawking slightly, her words carrying a tone of disbelieving awe. “Normally I can’t feel a thing, ever since I passed. Like all of my senses have been numbed”—she smiled, holding Casper’s back—”until I met you.”

Hearing this, Casper was glad, as just seeing Sakura happy had suddenly become his entire world…

Well, along with fucking her ghost guts.

And on that subject…

Casper had researched ghost humping methods for over ten years, based on a curated collection of unsubstantiated testimonies he’d gathered from local gossip and browsing the internet. Stories of how man and ghost were able to mingle—at times even producing children—through various methodologies, which mostly revolved around the manipulation of a mysterious substance known as—

“Ectoplasm,” he declared suddenly, as he was still mounted atop of Sakura with his swollen genitals bulging in his Ultraman briefs, pressed tight against her.

“Pardon?” she innocently asked, wincing with confusion.

“A ghost is made up of ectoplasm: a substance, believed by some, to vary in consistency based on the emotional states of proximal human specimens. It’s most likely the reason why you’re able to sense things all of a sudden, and why I’m able to physically”—swallowing his lip, he planted his hands on her previously small breasts with dark blue nipples—”touch you.”

Sakura, squealing once, then panting from his intimate touch, her hair beautifully strewn across the soil, still had a bewildered look about her. “Can you…please…repeat that? In simple terms?”

“Basically, my desire to have relations with a ghost is so strong that it’s given you a physical form.”

“Oh!” She blushed harder than before.

“Ectoplasm is really amazing stuff,” he continued. “There’s stories about how ghosts can even change their appearances at will, based on the tastes of their partner.”

“You mean like how I possessed that woman’s body for so long, until she became old…?”

“No, I mean like” —he gave her small buds for breasts a squeeze, making her cry out again—”these breasts…how they’re too small for my liking, but you’re able to make them grow larger.”

“Eh?” Sakura blinked. “I thought men always preferred slim girls.”

“Not this man!” Casper snapped, sounding like an angry growl. “I’m ordering you to transform from a cute “little sister” type into a lewd-bodied MILF!”

“Transform…? Lewd…? MILF…?” She didn’t understand.

Meanwhile, Casper was sweating.

This moment was so close to being perfect, he couldn’t help but become forceful and passionate; for as much as he had delighted in seeing Sakura smile…

He also desired to fully corrupt her beyond recognition.

“First, make your breasts enormous!”

“I don’t know how, though…” she mumbled, sucking on her thumb with a look of sorrowful dismay—desiring nothing more than to please her first man, in what had been a period of several decades.

“Don’t worry; I’ll help you,” Casper said softly, with tender eyes. “Together, we’ll make your breasts as large as possible.”

She wiped tears in her eyes, nodding.

“Large breasts…okay,” she said, closing her eyelids. “Maybe, if you try rubbing them while I concentrate” —she broke off with a squeal as—already—Casper had beaten her to the punch: groping her chilly breasts while he tweaked the nipples between his pinched fingers, in order to ensure maximum arousal.

It wasn’t long before these efforts yielded results.

“Sakura-chan…your breasts—”

Were continuing to grow, filling and expanding outward like water balloons; forming into massive, eerily bioluminescent splendidly sagging orbs of meat, overflowing into Casper’s unerring clutches.

“My chest!” she cried out in anguish, “it’s so heavy!”

Casper was giggling, practically salivating with sinful delight, from knowing this was only to be the beginning of his beloved’s transformation; saying, “Sakura-chan, it’s beautiful! You’re not a pure, modest priestess anymore!” Then—being the true man of culture he was—excitedly adding, “next, let me see you put on some weight across the rest of your body—especially your backside!”

Without warning he flipped her over, so that her back was pointed up at him; her breasts, as a result of his efforts, had become so large that he could observe them squashing outward, like stuffed bean bag cushions, against the ground beneath her.

Casper’s very sanity was being stretched to its limit:

Love…purity…

Forget about all that!

Let’s see the thing I cherish most become corrupted, just like everything else!

Even ghost sex will be made impure!

Bathed in the light of the moon, Sakura threw back her head and let out a agonized moan from feeling the ectoplasm within her react to Casper’s unbridled will: her lovely and thin, youthful torso becoming grotesquely marbled with womanly fat; her previously nonexistent thighs and ass likewise inflating to similarly wild proportions.

Now finally, Casper had everything he could desire in a ghost woman.

“Sakura-chan!” he howled, tearing off his briefs then pouncing unto her from behind, without delay; without the slightest bit of mercy shown to her in her exhausted state, as he ensued with his conquest:

“That feels good!” she whined, over and over, with each thrust he gave. “I’m blessed by you, Casper-kun!”

Casped roughly yanked her arms back, so that she fell chinfirst into the dirt. The way her oversized buttocks would clap with each stab inside her front from behind drove him faster, and harder; ever more relentless in his pillaging of her insides, to claim every part of this lewd new body she possessed as being all his, and his alone.

He had wanted ghost sex—wanted it more than anything else in the world. And now, having attained it, his uncontrollable lust couldn’t be satiated.

After a while of pummeling her from behind, Casper flipped Sakura over.

“Your pretty face…” he murmured.

She was gazing up at him, tearing up with equal parts joy and ecstasy.

She was hanging onto every word…

Until he gave his next command, as he ran a hand through her wispy white hair:

“Change it! Make it match the rest of you.”

Her cute face was all that remained of her old appearance. Therefore, it absolutely had to go: in order to make the picture of Sakura’s corruption complete.

Such that event ghost sex would no longer be kept sacred.

And so…whilst he was continuing to make a snug home of her insides, with her impossibly thick thighs wrapped around him—drawing him in ever deeper—Sakura’s facial features proceeded to melt and then blur away, distort and stretch and evolve; gradually resolving into a completely changed visage lacking in all its previous lovable charm.

What emerged, instead, was…

The stupid, absently gawking face of a common housewife slut.

With this final piece of the puzzle fulfilled, Casper was satisfied. Because now, there was truly nothing left to cherish in this world, leaving him with only the mindless pursuit of self-gratification, using his newly acquired unliving onahole: stupid, raw, ugly and perverse pleasure.

The way her fat, watermelon-sized breasts jostled, along with the ripples of fat that defined her perfectly maturely hourglass-curved torso…

The way her ghost child-bearing hips were gently crushing him…

Casper pumped his male ectoplasm inside of her many times that night, in those dark abandoned woods, filling her womb and canals to the point of overflowing.

To think, he’d endured his shambled life so long to feel this kind of lofty…

As well as the emptiness that came with it.