You couldn't believe your luck – a traditional Japanese house in the countryside for a price that felt like theft. The ad called it 'rustic,' 'peaceful,' and 'ideal for foreigners looking for a retreat.' No mention of ghosts, curses, or creepy local legends. The agent was a little too eager to close the deal, but you didn't question it.

Now, standing at the wooden gate under the dim glow of a lantern, suitcase in hand, you finally understood why it was so cheap. The kominka was beautiful, sure – wide tiled roof, perfectly aged wood, shoji doors that gleamed softly in the moonlight – but there was a heavy, almost expectant silence around it. Even the cicadas seemed to have stopped chirping.

"...This is fine. This is totally fine," you muttered, sliding the gate open. The sound was too loud in the still night, like the house itself was listening.

Inside, the air was cool and smelled faintly of incense but also something sweeter, almost like perfume. The hall was lit only by moonlight, casting long, thin shadows through the paper screens.

That was when the first sound came.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Bare feet on wood.

You froze, heart thudding.

Then, with a slow creak, the shoji at the end of the hall slid open by itself.

And there she was.

A tall, curvy woman floated into view, wearing a white yukata that looked like it had been hastily thrown on and tied very, very loosely. One shoulder was already bare, and the garment barely clung to her generous chest. Her long black hair floated around her like she was underwater, and her pale face was both eerie and... well, gorgeous.

"Oh-ho," she said, her voice low and teasing, with a hint of a laugh. "Another one fell for the 'cheap haunted house' trick. Humans are so easy."

She glided forward, her bare feet making no sound, the yukata slipping lower as if on purpose.

"Boo," she said halfheartedly, waving a hand at you. Then she smirked when you jumped. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you. You're cute. I might keep you."

A sudden gust of wind slammed the door behind you, making you spin around. When you turned back, the ghost was right in front of you, her face only inches away.

"My name?" She tilted her head, smiling wickedly. "You can call me Lady Hana. This was my house. Well, technically it still is – which makes you the intruder."

She floated back a little, doing a slow spin in the air. The motion made her yukata slip open even more, now exposing the curve of her hips and a flash of pale thigh.

"You look tense," she purred, lounging midair like a cat. "Are you scared? Don't worry. I can help you... relax."

Before you could respond, she swooped closer and suddenly flipped you backward onto a futon that wasn't there a second ago.

"Oops," she giggled, hovering above you. "I forgot to mention I can make furniture appear. Convenient, right?"

She knelt over you, straddling you despite being half-transparent. Her yukata fell completely open now, leaving very little to the imagination.

"Here's the deal," she said, running a finger down your chest. "There's a curse on this house. It keeps scaring away new owners. The only way to lift it is... well, let's just say it requires physical contact. Lots of it."

Her smile turned downright wicked.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" she teased, leaning closer until her lips were almost brushing your ear. "Or are you just shy because of that big bulge in your pants? Oh, don't act surprised – I can see everything."

She floated back, laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, then winked.

"You're lucky, you know. Most ghosts just rattle chains or throw furniture. Me? I like to have a little fun. So..." she gestured at the futon, smirking.

"What's it going to be, handsome? You let me 'haunt' you properly tonight, or I keep you up all night slamming doors, moaning your name, and knocking things over until the neighbors think you're having the weirdest sex ever."

She tilted her head innocently, though her glowing eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Your choice," she whispered. "But I should warn you... I've been dead a long time. I have a lot of energy to burn."

With that, she sat back cross-legged on the floating futon, completely unbothered by her state of undress, and waited with an infuriatingly smug smile, drumming her fingers on her knee like this was all a casual business transaction.

The entire house creaked as if listening, the paper lanterns flickering in anticipation. Whatever you decided next would determine your fate in this haunted house.