This was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no way this was really happening, nope, no how, no way. Because if it was real that meant he was lying on his back on the floor of the office, it meant that Mikami was not wearing a stitch of clothing on her glorious, fit and shapely body and most important of all it meant that she was repeatedly making her hips rise and fall so that his dick was being drawn inside her and the moist, soft tight walls of her lewd pussy were squeezing him so enthusiastically...
In other words he was having sex. With Mikami. And if the expression on her face was anything to by, if the little noises she was making each time she thrust her hips down were any indication, if her general body language was being properly read then she might even be enjoying it more than he was. Which, to Yokoshima's mind, should have sent her into a pleasure-induced coma right there and then.
"Ooh, yeah! That's the spot!" she moaned. "Mmm! Tell me more about these invaders."
An instinct told him that rubbing her hip with one hand while squeezing a breast with the other was probably the right course of action to take just now. So he did, kind of expecting some retaliation. Which there was. It's just that instead of a punch, her thighs were squeezing him a little bit tighter. Much nicer.
"It seems as though they want to make the whole world perverted somehow," Yokoshima grunted. Funny. He could feel the sweat pouring off him, yet he didn't feel like he was remotely tired. "Uh, I think we might be helping them just now; maybe we should stop?"
Mikami's hands slapped down onto his chest, pushing him back against the ground with such strength that he couldn't move from this position even if he'd wanted to. "No," she said, using that expression she usually reserved for when a particularly rich client had just offered an extremely lucrative job. "Keep going! We need to learn all we can about this enemy before we confront them. Tell me more, more, more!"
It rather sounded to him like she'd sort of lost track of what those "mores" were demanding as they went on. Yokoshima rattled his brains trying to think of what else he knew about these guys, these invaders. What else had they...
"It sort of sounded like they were trying to change the rules to our universe so they were more perverted somehow," he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss on a spot he had precisely picked out on Mikami's shoulder. She threw her arms around his head and shuddered through an orgasm. "All I know is, the guy was trying to make me do more extreme, perverted stuff with you."
"Make you?" Mikami sighed. "Please, he'd have had better luck not doing anything at all!"
Huh. She had a good point there. That almost didn't make sense at all, did it? He'd have gone and done that sort of thing himself anyway. Spied on Mikami, checked her and other hot girls out at every opportunity, developed this weird feeling of knowing exactly how to seduce and satisfy them... He'd have done all of that on his own if they hadn't told him at all. So why -
Whoa! No time for that. He'd reached his limit. It honestly surprised Yokoshima that he'd lasted so damn long as it was. Mikami was hot. So hot. Nuclear hot, lava hot without a single physical flaw that he could think of but then again he was just about to cum inside of her so that was making him probably not the most objective or clear-headed person right about -
"There!" Mikami suddenly said, extracting herself from their coupling and scooting off to the side at the very same moment a big, thick stream of white goop sailed right up into the air and landed on her desk with a big, loud splat. "That should be more than enough data for analysis!"
"Huh? What? Data? Analysis?"
"Well, obviously," Mikami sniffed. "You didn't think I was riding your cock for no good reason. Right?"
"You mean..." Yokoshima blinked. "You had sex with me just to acquire data about what was going on? That didn't mean anything to you?"
"Pretty much!" Mikami sighed. "I'll give you this, it was certainly a better lay than I was expecting, but it was all for the data."
Hold on. That didn't make sense. Yokoshima frowned and concentrated on Mikami. There were several points here that didn't add up. First of all, she didn't know anything at all about what was going on until he told her. He felt pretty certain of that. So she couldn't have been doing that kind of analysis while having sex with him, not without it being decided at the very instant he broke and told her.
Secondly - and this was actually a little bit difficult for him to explain exactly - but her behaviour wasn't fitting that either. The way she was looking at him, the way her body was moving, the smile on her face that she couldn't quite seem to get rid of... Not to mention...
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked.
"Nah," Mikami said, waving off the question as unimportant. "Just take a seat, I'll sit in your lap and together we'll work out a way to defeat this so-called perverted invasion."
Well then. This could get a little more complicated than Yokoshima was originally expecting. Although now that he was thinking about it a little more he did have another question...
"Where's Okinu?"
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For the vast majority of her existence she had been a ghost. Deprived of sensation. Intangible. Not really noticed by most people. It had taken a little while to get used to things like pain and hunger and sleepiness and walking and so on. But she'd done her best. She had tried.
This, on the other hand, was an all-new experience for her. A kind of pleasure she'd never even felt in her life before she was frozen, and never after that either. Even so. It somehow felt natural. Right. The images in this doujin of attractive, curvy, naked women having sex with beefy, handsome men were whispering to her. Whispering such sweet, sweet things.
Her clothes were gone. Over to the side. Piled up neatly in the corner while she was seated at the table, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed a sensitive area that she was starting to learn had needs all its own that she had been heretofore cruelly ignoring.
"That's right," she whispered to herself. "This is how I can save Yokoshima from whatever is wrong with him. I must have sex with him. I must have sex with him until he behaves like his normal self again."
What was it that made her such an easy target? The general innocence or the loose connection between her body and soul? Whatever it might be, this particular hentai was having a deeply profound effect on the young former ghost. Even though the magical snare held within was, technically, intended for Yokoshima himself she was falling for it even harder than he would have.
"Not just Yokoshima," she breathed, eyes sparkling with understanding. "I must help others too! They're repressed, so unhealthy. Sooo unhealthy! Must help! Must help however I can!"
Now, the interesting thing about her is that she was a natural "necromancer". Her connection to ghosts, her understanding of them among the living gave her a unique perspective that enabled her to use that form of magic with extraordinary levels of power that surprised and surpassed even her teachers. Which might be why, when she brought herself to climax and found her spirit detached from her body, Okinu looked down at herself and squeezed a breast.
"I... Felt that?" she asked. "Ooh, yes! Definitely felt that! Goodness! Now, would it be possible to make other ghosts feel good like this? I wonder...."
- Before she can do very much, Okinu is found by Yokoshima and told to put on some clothes.
- She's found by Mikami, whom she asks for advice in "helping" people.
- Okinu goes wandering through the apartment, watches Mikami and Yokoshima having sex.
- Meanwhile, the invaders advance their seduction attempts.
- Something else
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