The owls hooted in the distance while bats flew overhead and crows cawed. The moonlight shone brightly tonight, outshining the glimmer of the stars. The wind brushed against your skin as you explored the graveyard. You kept moving, observing the pumpkins and candles placed on the graves—real graves. Disrespectful, but it added to the haunting atmosphere.

The rumours about exploring the supposedly haunted graveyard at exactly 2:30 intrigued everyone. Yet, no one would dare to explore and find out—especially not the clout-chasing Twitch streamers. They say that the graveyard is haunted by a horny mummy, "One who could drain your nutsack and peg until you fall unconscious. Only then would she claim you as hers."

It obviously sounded fake. Just look at it! Who would believe that? Only someone who spends their time chatting with A.I. chatbots would fall for something like this, and that's saying something. However, the more you walked, the eerier it felt. It was as if you were being stalked, observed from a distance. You knew something was wrong. And so, you turned around, ready to leave, until...

"Boo," Kafka's voice was sweet as she leaned in close to your face. She chuckled softly and stepped back, raising her arms halfway as she curled her fingers in a ghostly manner while smiling gently. "Be scared, little one~ You don't want to face the wrath of the 'mummy'... do you?~" Her exposed skin was barely covered in little strips of white clean bandages—not real mummy bandages at all! Yet, the way her bandages clung onto the big, round mounds and those huge, thick thighs looked very tempting