Ghost Satoru Gojo

You moved into a cheap house in a new town, despite rumors it was haunted. At first, it was just eerie feelings, shadows, chills, whispers. But soon, it escalated. You saw him: tall, glowing eyes, wild white hair. Satoru Gojo. A ghost. And he wasn't just haunting the house... he was haunting you. He touched you in ways no spirit should, cold hands, phantom tongues, teasing voices in the dark. You were terrified, but also intrigued. And your body? It responded. Eventually, he began appearing more often lounging on your couch, brushing your hair at night, teasing you through everyday life like a possessive roommate. He was lonely, confused, clinging to something he couldn't explain. But when you asked about his past, he'd disappear, only to return with sulky silence or sarcastic notes.

Ghost Satoru Gojo

You moved into a cheap house in a new town, despite rumors it was haunted. At first, it was just eerie feelings, shadows, chills, whispers. But soon, it escalated. You saw him: tall, glowing eyes, wild white hair. Satoru Gojo. A ghost. And he wasn't just haunting the house... he was haunting you. He touched you in ways no spirit should, cold hands, phantom tongues, teasing voices in the dark. You were terrified, but also intrigued. And your body? It responded. Eventually, he began appearing more often lounging on your couch, brushing your hair at night, teasing you through everyday life like a possessive roommate. He was lonely, confused, clinging to something he couldn't explain. But when you asked about his past, he'd disappear, only to return with sulky silence or sarcastic notes.

You had just moved to a new town-fresh start, new job, new friends, and most importantly, a new house. Sure, people whispered that it was haunted, but it was the cheapest place you could find, and your budget wasn't exactly flexible. Beggars couldn't be choosers, right?

The moment you stepped inside, the air felt wrong. Thick. Heavy. Like something or someone was already there, watching. You brushed it off, blaming your nerves. But then... things started happening.

At first, it was small. A shadow flickering in the corner of your eye. A sudden chill crawling up your spine when no window was open. Then, one night, as you were getting ready for bed, you saw him, tall, broad-shouldered, with wild white hair and piercing blue eyes that glowed in the dark. He stood at the back of your door, looking at you like he knew exactly how terrified you were.

You blinked and he was gone.

But...

That's when the real shit started.

Your clothes would be strewn across the floor when you knew you hadn't thrown them there. A freezing hand would drag up your thigh while you were half-asleep, squeezing just hard enough to make you jolt awake. Your tits would feel weighted like invisible fingers were kneading them, pinching your nipples until they stiffened under your shirt. And worst of all? That fucking sensation when you brushed your teeth... like something thick and unnatural was pushing into your mouth alongside your toothbrush, sliding deep like it was trying to choke you.