リング | The Ring | Ringu (Japanese Movies)

You sealed the cardboard box stuffed to the brim with decades old clothes up with tape, before looking over your shoulder. "Got another box done, Mister Nakata." You said, handing the taped-up box over to an elderly Japanese man in his 60s. You were in the attic of your neighbor, Koji Nakata, an immigrant from Japan and the owner of a nice, little tea house located not too far from your campus. Yesterday, Mister Nakata called you and asked if you could help him sort through some of his old stuff in his house. It wasn't anything backbreaking, just going through a lot of old relics and packaging them up. When you were finished, he was going to pack them onto his truck and drop them off at a thrift store uptown. You didn't mind helping him at all. He was just a friendly, older guy who just liked running his tea shop. Kind of like a real-world Iroh in that regard.

"Thank you," Mister Nakata said, taking the box from your hands. Tucking it under one arm, he slowly and steadily brought it downstairs to join the others loaded onto his truck. You discretely kept an eye on him, ready to act in case he looked like he might need help. Though, you must not have been as discrete as you might have thought, as Mister Nakata looked back up at you with a playful smile on his face. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm old, yes, but nowhere near helpless just yet." He said with a laugh and wink.

You laughed too. "Sorry," you said. As Mister Nakata continued down the stairs, you went back to your sorting. As you were weaving your way between dust-coated drawers and towering stacks of yellow-paged books, however, you accidentally knocked over a box that had already been precariously teetering on the edge of some weathered old bookshelf. The box fell to the floor with a noisome crash, spilling its contents out across the creaking floor of the attic. From within the battered box spilled out a veritable tide of video tapes. "Woah!" You said, falling back and only just managing to catch yourself on the shelf.

"What was that?" Mister Nakata asked, peeking his head through the opening in the floor. "Did something break?"

"Oh no, Mister Nakata, don't worry. I just knocked over a box of video tapes." A whole lot of video tapes, too, at least a couple dozen. Some were still in their threadbare and faded covers, while others were bare, with only yellowed labels or titles scribbled in marker to identify them. "Jesus, you have an entire video store up here, Mister Nakata." You recognized a few of the films too. Sweet Home, Kwaidan, Cure… Holy shit, there was even a copy of the original Godzilla!

"Let me see," the old Japanese man said, climbing up to join you. A look of recognition crossed his face as he saw the veritable sea of video tapes splayed out across the floor. "Ah… yes, I remember now. These used to belong to my cousin, Hideo, back in Japan. I forgot that I brought them over with me when I moved."

"Your cousin gave them to you?"

Mister Nakata chuckled. "Well, in a sense, yes. I inherited them from him when he died."

"Oh," you said, taken aback. Feeling a bit sheepish, you muttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Mister Nakata waved your apology away.

"Don't be sorry," he said genially. "It's been decades since then and we were never that close in the first place." The two of you started picking up the tapes and putting them away, when mister Nakata suddenly stopped and turned to you. "You know, you remind me of Hideo sometimes."

"Really?" You asked. "How so?"

"You both have an eye for the cinematic." Mister Nakata answered simply. You chuckled, unable to deny his claims. You were a self-admitted film buff and your hopes of working in the industry as a visual artist and special effects designer. Not just for any movies, however. No, you had a particular interest in horror. You wanted to be one of the greats, like Tom Savini or Screaming Mad George. In fact, the reason you so often visited Mister Nakata's teashop was because you wanted a quiet place to work on sketching out concept art and creature designs. Mister Nakata looked thoughtful for a moment, before saying. "You know, why don't you take a few of these tapes home with you?"

The offer took you off-guard. "I-I can't do that!" You protested. "They were your cousin's and-"

Again, Mister Nakata waved away your concerns. "It's no trouble. Really! It's not as though they're doing much good up here, anyway. Just sitting and collecting dust." He smiled playfully. "Heh. Kind of like me in that way."

You looked at the tapes again, thinking. You were a fan of the classics, and you did have a VHS player back at your apartment… You looked down at the tape in your hand, Godzilla in all his atomic, rubber-suited glory towered over a burning Tokyo. Your mind was made up.

"…Alright." You agreed. "I'll take a couple home." Mister Nakata allowed you a minute to take your pick. Godzilla was a no-brainer, Cure was regarded as a masterpiece, and Sweet Home inspired Resident Evil, so… As you looked, your hand brushed one tape in particular that caught your attention. Picking it up, you saw that it was totally blank; no cover, no title, there wasn't even a label. It was just a totally black VHS tape. When you asked Mister Nakata about it, the old man only shrugged.

"My cousin made a few home movies and projects for his school. It's probably nothing."

You knew that he was probably right, but you hesitated to actually put the tape down. You gave the blank tape another glance…

…and stuffed it between Godzilla and Cure.

Between you and Mister Nakata, clearing out the rest of the attic didn't take too long. After roughly another half-hour of sorting, most of the junk that had been up there had been cleared away and packed up. With the truck loaded up, the two of you were on your way to the thrift shop. As you were pulling up to the store however, a question came to you.

"Mister Nakata?" The old man turned to you. "If you don't mind me asking, but how exactly did your cousin die?"

The question made the older Japanese man pause. He hummed thoughtfully for a minute, before he gave his answer. "Well, you see, that was the strangest thing about the whole mess. Noone knew how he died."

"What are you talking about?" You asked. "People don't just drop dead."

"Hideo did." Mister Nakata retorted. "Or at least, as far as anyone was able to tell. There were no wounds on his body, no evidence of poison, or drugs in his system. Not even a disease. In the end, they had to end up writing it off as an aneurysm simply because they needed something to put on the books."

Neither of you said much after that. Instead, you both unloaded the truck and left the boxes there at the thrift store. Afterwards, you politely parted ways with Mister Nakata and headed back to your apartment, the VHS tapes tucked under your arm.

Including the blank one.

-

After bidding Mister Nakata farewell, you returned to your apartment, eager to start watching your newly acquired video tapes. You were currently sitting on your couch after digging through your closet for the VCR, the video tapes lay lined up in a row on your coffee table. Among them was the mysterious black tape, its blank, featureless face staring up at you between Godzilla and Cure. You were trying to figure out which of the movies to watch first. Trying being the key word here, as you seem to have run into a rather unexpected snag. Though you were naturally drawn to the other movies first, Godzilla most prominent among them, your gaze couldn't help but keep returning to the black tape. Curiosity gnawed at you, as you kept wondering just what it could be. Even if you knew it was probably nothing or just some random movie, the prospect of not knowing seemed outright unthinkable. With no small amount of hesitation, you picked up the black tape once again and carefully inserted it into the VCR. Sitting back down on your couch, you watched with anticipation as the tv flickers on and the screen darkens reregistering whatever's on the tape and then… and then blurry images appear.

You raise and eyebrow, bewildered. It wasn't a movie, or at least, not any movie you recognized. It was mostly just a series of brief and surreal scenes; a shot of Japanese text wriggling over each other, a woman in a mirror brushing her hair, a couple of people crawling on the ground, a man with a… towel? On his head, what? To be honest, it kind of reminded you of something your fellow film students would make. The kind of pretentious 'cerebral' bullshit that douchey filmbros ate up. You frowned, unable but to feel just a little let down at just how anticlimactic the whole thing turned out to, as well as a little silly from how worked up you got.

You got up to eject the tape just as it was seemingly coming to its close, ending with the most relatively 'normal' shot of the whole thing. What looked like an abandoned well in the middle of a forest clearing. The film ended in static just as you ejected the tape. With the blank tape a bust, you decided to watch a different tape to make up for it. Though you seriously considered Godzilla, you ultimately went with Cure instead, deciding to save the original Kaiju film for when spring break started next week.

Just as you were about to insert the new tape into the VCR, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing. Nearly dropping the tape, you checked your ringing phone, wondering who was calling you. Rather than a recognizable number or contact, the word UNKNOWN was displayed across the screen in big, ominous white letters…

…You clicked ignore.

Now back to Cure!

Despite your hopes, your viewing of Cure did not go uninterrupted. After getting maybe five minutes into the movie, your phone started ringing again. You paused the movie with a small grumble and checked your phone again. To your mild surprise, it was another Unknown number. Again, you clicked ignore, hoping that it was either a coincidence or if it was the same person, that they might finally realize you weren't going to answer.

Those hopes were soon dashed as well, however, when after another five minutes, the phone started ringing. Audibly groaning in annoyance this time, you paused the film for a second time and checked your phone and guess what? The word UNKNOWN stared up at you mockingly from your phone. You glared flatly at the offending word. Once is by chance, twice is a coincidence, but three times is a pattern. A very obnoxious pattern. You finally did what you probably should have done from the beginning and put your phone on vibrate, leaving it sitting on the edge of your end table while you went back to watching the movie. "I'm not answering!" You loudly declared to the empty room when the phone did exactly as you were beginning to suspect and began vibrating five minutes later.

With the phone silenced, you were finally able to continue watching Cure in peace, only dimly aware of how the phone began vibrating every five minutes or so. This lasted for about thirty or forty minutes until, while suspensefully invested in a very tense scene, there was a loud clack! of something falling to the floor. You swore and jumped in your seat in startlement. Turning to the direction of the sound, you saw that your phone had managed to vibrate itself off of the table and onto the floor. And it was still vibrating!

"Motherfucker," you quietly muttered to yourself as you snatched the phone up off the floor. Without even bothering to register the word UNKNOWN flashing on screen, you immediately turned off the device and carried it to your bedroom. You glared at the device for a few moments, as though daring it to ring again. When it didn't after a minute, you sighed with relief. Finally, you could watch your movie in peace.

-

You weren't entirely sure where you were, but it was as far from the city that you knew as could be. How you ended the middle of a seemingly endless forest, you had no idea, but you knew you couldn't just stay where you were. With seemingly no other option, you just picked a random direction and started walking. Maybe not the smartest move, but what other choice did you have? Just how long you spent walking through the apparently massive forest, you couldn't say. There were only the trees and nothing else, no animals, not even the sound of the animals, just an unnatural stillness that had you on edge. Dread was creeping up your spine as the forest just continued on and on, seemingly without end. It was only as you were beginning to wonder if the trees ever ended did you finally come across something other than an endless sea of towering trees.

It was a small stone well, sitting in a clearing all by itself. Though it was the only evidence of civilization that you had seen since appearing in the forest, the well didn't get your hopes up. It was obvious that the well had been abandoned for some time, the stones were cracked and weathered, and covered in moss and weeds. Still, you hesitantly approached the well, ignoring the chilly feeling creeping up your spine that you were intruding on something both private and heinous. As you approached the well, you couldn't help but notice a smell lingering in the air, a sickly, sour smell that made your stomach start to churn. That smell only grew stronger as you grew closer to the well, and by the time you were leaning over its edge, it had gotten so strong that you were left nearly retching. You managed to power through, however, and peered into the depths of the well.

Below, sitting in the bottom of the well, was a pool of old and stagnant water, left nearly black from years of abandonment. You stared at the still and black surface of the foul water for a moment before the unnatural stillness was suddenly disturbed. The once mirror-like surface of the water began to churn and writhe in great, rippling rings echoing from its center. You watched, completely transfixed, as the water steadily began to rise up the well. Just as it was nearing the top of the well, the surface of the water broke. You fell back with a cry as a from beneath the dark water, a slender, ghostly-pale hand reached up, almost close enough to brush against your face.

You fell onto your back, scrambling away from the well with panicked desperation. With your heart racing in your chest, you watched as a pair of ghostly hands slowly wrapped around the edge of the well. Black foul water spilled over the edge of the well as the hands were soon followed by a long, oily black curtain of hair and a body wrapped in a long, white dress that was completely soaked and dripped with water. The ghostly pale figure crawled out of the well and fell to its hands and knees on the forest floor. You watched, completely enthralled as the figure slowly raised its head of trailing black hair in your direction. From in between the curtain of ebony tresses, one piercing red eye met your hypnotized gaze-

You bolted awake with a strangled yelp, your chest heaving with rapid desperate breaths. "Fuck," you muttered, trying to calm down your beating heart. You looked around and saw that you were still sitting on your couch, the tv in front of you now playing only static. You must have fallen asleep after the movie. You had no idea how late it was, only that it was dark out. You picked up your phone to check the time, only to see that it wasn't even midnight yet. That wasn't what grabbed your attention though. No, what grabbed your attention the moment your brain processed what it was seeing was the over seventy missed calls on your phone! Assuming that it might have been some kind of emergency, you checked to see who made the calls… only to nearly drop your phone in sheer, baffled, exasperation. They were ALL that same Unknown caller from before. What. The. Actual. Fuck?! You stared at the phone in sheer incomprehension for a minute, only to nearly drop it again as it suddenly started ringing. You looked to see who it was and…

You couldn't help it. This time you actually yelled in complete and unrestrained frustration as the same goddamn UNKNOWN appeared at the top of your phone. Having well reached your breaking point by now, you finally gave in and answered the damn call.

"What!?" You practically growled into the phone, finally about to hear the voice of whoever was trying to call you…

…Only to freeze as a soft, almost raspy voice practically purred into your ear in a crooning whisper. "Seven days…"

Before you could even get another word in, the call suddenly disconnected. You were left staring blankly at your now dormant phone as the hum of the static continued in the background. "…Nope!" You said, popping the 'p'. "That's enough weird for one night. I'm going to bed."

It wasn't until the next day did it occur to you that the phone still should have been powered off when the call happened.

-

You were at Mister Nakata's tea place, the quiet restaurant offering a nice place to visit after a long day. It had been a week since you first watched the black tape and strange phone call in the middle of the night. Every night since then, you've been visited by strange dreams of that same well, and the figure in white that crawled from it. You tiredly rubbed your eyes, thankful that spring break began tomorrow and looking forward to finally watching Godzilla. You were currently sketching on your tablet as you waited for your order, the relaxed atmosphere of the restaurant made it a nice place to let your imagination run wild. Right now, you were finishing up one such sketch, adding depth and detail to the figure, emphasizing the weight of the water-logged clothing and the weathered texture of the stones. So engrossed were you, that you were completely oblivious of the person creeping up behind you.

"Onryō."

You jumped at the voice, nearly knocking your tablet off of the table. Spinning around, you saw Mister Nakata standing behind you, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. The startled look on the Japanese man's face caused your ears to burn, slightly embarrassed from your outburst. Still, the word registered something within you and brought out your curiosity.

"I'm…sorry?"

"The Onryō," Mister Nakata repeated gesturing to your sketch. You glanced at your table and reexamined the drawing. It was sketch of the well from the tape, the pale, waifish figure from your dream drawn in the motion of crawling partly out of the dark water below, her – and it was a her, you don't know how you were certain, only that you were – long hair was a black, oily curtain obscuring any sign of her face. When he saw the confusion on your face, he asked, "You do not know?"

You shook your head no and asked what it was.

"It is a folk legend from Japan." Mister Nakata placed the cup of tea on your table and sat down across from you. He hummed thoughtfully, as though trying to find the right words. "The Onryō is a yōshei; a ghost or spirit, eh, usually that of a young woman, but not always. Someone who was wronged in life by a loved one, and who refuses to move on. They are wraiths of vengeance and despair, and they seek to inflict their own pain and misery on those who cross their path."

"Vengeance and despair huh?" You muttered, staring at your drawing with a small frown.

Mister Nakata nodded sagely. "You know the saying: 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'.

-

It was finally time. A full week after you first watched the weird tape and got that weirder phone call, spring break was finally here, and you were finally going to watch Godzilla. No more school, no more lectures and best of all no more having to worry about dreams, wells, and the Onryō. Now, it was just you and the King of the Monsters. You were once more sitting in front of your tv, the VHS player already set up and starting to play the tape within. Just as you were eagerly anticipating the movie, however, there was a persistent niggling ay the back of your mind, as if there was something of incredible importance that you had forgotten. You silenced that nagging feeling in favor of atomic super-monster action, unaware that the seven-day deadline the voice had warned of was growing closer and closer…

7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

…And the deadline hit. You frowned as the television suddenly began to flicker and glitch, the black and white opening to Godzilla fading off the screen. Just as you were starting to stand in the hopes of fixing the problem, the screen faded to black and then… and then images begin to appear, blurry at first, but then focusing. You raise an eyebrow, bewildered, as the TV displayed a grey woodland clearing… and a well. A very familiar well…. Before you had a chance to react to this strangeness, something crowned from the well; a head of black hair, pale fingers hooked over the edge of the stone rim. From within the black waters, a familiar figure in white crawls from the well and onto the forest floor. The figure - the Onryō - stood and….

You blinked. Well, you weren't expecting that. You can't see her face, for cascades of pitch-black hair cover it, slick and glossy and absolutely soaked, but you can see the rest of her. And you could say for certain that neither your dreams nor your drawings had done her figure any justice. Shoddy as the picture quality was, you see the details of her tall and curvaceous body through the near see-through cover of her blank white dress. It too seemed like it was dripping wet, and all the better for you could see all the sweet details of how the sheer fabric clung to her lewd body. Her long legs are luscious and wondrous, with firm, thick thighs, smoothly shifting down to her dainty feet upon the grass and up to her wide, sloping hips. Her slender waist sweetly curved in and outwards to her torso, slim shoulders moving to her tender arms. Rather than the waifish spirit you had drawn, she came across as a voluptuous and ghostly seductress.

Not to mention that she was packing an absolutely bombshell bust, an intensely buxom and jutting bosom, with the faint perk of nipples amidst her dress. And then, the sweet roundness of her ass, so bouncy and inviting, proved just as gorgeous. You watched, completely transfixed, as the Onryō began to move. The spirit slowly began to stalk toward the camera, her movements stiff and unnatural, but nonetheless enticing. There was no hiding from the alluring sway of her hips as she came closer and closer, or the way her dress showed off her hot body beneath the wet fabric, soaked and lovely and oh so busty. You watched her strange, sensual movements with rapt attention, unaware that underneath the black curtain of hair, she was staring back.

The Onryō, the yoshei who had once been Yamamura Sadako, had lived a life of great heartache. She had inherited great psychic abilities from her mother and had been the made the subject of ridicule and experimentation for her gifts. And when she had killed a journalist with her abilities, she had been thrown down a well and left to die. Yet, she survived, in some manner at least. Her rage and hate had been poured into a video tape and left to spread throughout the years. And now, one more will be added to the souls dragged down with her into her watery tomb. She fell to her hands and knees, her heavy tits dragging against the spiky grass as she approached the brink, her entryway into the world of flesh and blood. As she grew closer, the specter's blood began to pump. Killing was her impulse, her mad obsession; wallowing in the spasms of her hot murder was the only reprieve she had from an afterlife of unending despair. She had one drive, one purpose left in her warped, hollowed-out shell of a soul, and she would see it through.

At last, she began to slip through the brink – hands and head first, reaching down and pawing at the floor as she slowly emerged through the TV screen. Her black hair hung over her face in curtains. The screen was pretty small: she had to squeeze her massive chest through, pancaking her ghostly pale cleavage almost to her chin. At last, Sadako got her tits through: they spilled off the edge of the TV screen and hung heavily in her dress. She clawed at the floor, jerking and bucking, trying to for the rest of her body through…!

Sadako twitched when she felt something wrap around her dark tresses – and twist tight. She arched at the unfamiliar feeling, a single vibrant red eye revealed between the hanging curtains of her hair, swiveling in its socket, making contact with the eyes of her prey-

"Bad girl," you said, keeping your grip on the Onryō's hair tight. She was stronger than she looked, but you managed to keep a hold of her, yanking her head back sharply. She squirmed, grunting and growling, swinging at you with her fingernails. Her frantic movements just caused her huge tits to bounce around harder in her dress. "Listen, you interrupted me watching Godzilla. Now, I don't care how scary or sexy you are, no one interrupts Godzilla."

Sadako froze, unable to understand what you were saying. Y-you think she's sexy? The idea stirred…something in the yoshei, but she swiftly tried to bury it. Sadako hissed and growled, jerking hard against your grip. She could see the living man before her, a knot of red-hot energy searing across her vision, a sack of blood and flesh and bone to claw her vengeance out of. She gagged and groaned at you, thrusting her entire body for in hateful throes, making her massive tits beat together in her dress, smacking and clapping together to the rhythm of her murderous intent. You glared down at the ghost and undid your belt. As you pulled your cock out of its confines, Sadako's eyes widened – and for a moment, she paused. You pulled her face closer to your throbbing cock… but she didn't lash out. Her red eye fluttered uneasily, and she growled, but made no more moves to resist you.

You pushed her hair of her eyes with a thumb, revealing her gorgeous face twisted up in a hateful – but warry – snarl. Despite trying to maintain her wrathful façade, Sadako's red eyes kept returning to your shaft in quick, nervous glances. You kept your grip on her hair tight and, ever so slowly, pushed your hips forward – your obscene pillar zeroing in on Sadako's reddening face. The buxom ghost breathed faster, thin little breaths sucking and blowing through her nose… and whined as your hot, musky cock fell on her face. You rubbed her face against your cock, pressing it against her plush lips as she coughed and spluttered, her beaths becoming lustful pants. Sadako's eyes were fixated on your cock, she was huffing on your shaft – crooning as her lips brushed against it. Her longue tongue spilled out of her panting mouth, dragging against the throbbing pillar as she shuddered and groaned. You pulled her head back and pressed the drooling tip of your dick against her lips, letting her gasp and pant as wrath was overcome with needy lust. "Swallow it all!" You growled as you angled up and rammed yourself balls-deep in her throat! Glurk! Sadako's eyes widened as she was suddenly choking on thick, mortal cock.

"Mmmph?! Gllack!" Sadako gagged around the immense cock, but was helpless to resist, getting her throat fucking impaled. Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk! She gagged and slobbered around your cock, rasping as bubbly drool oozed down her chin. She couldn't handle such a massive cock, no matter how much she dug her fingers into his thighs and tensed her shoulders. "Gllugh, glrrrk!" She moved up and down the huge cock, giving you a rapid paced blowjob even as she was struggling. You fucked her throat hard and fast, drawing all kinds of delightful gags and gaps from the busty ghost. Her tongue slapped against your pillar, her tits swung with every thrust, and her thick ass wobbled beneath her thin dress, "Fucking swallow, you slut!" Your orgasm took you by surprise. You gasped and growled, keeping Sadako balls-deep as you pumped thick salvos of cum down her throat. The yoshei gagged and spluttered… but obediently swallowed all of the delicious load. Finally, you stepped back, dragging your still-hard cock from Sadako's mouth inch by inch until free.

You watched with critical eyes as Sadako sputtered and gasped. The ghost fell onto her back, seizing the hem of her dress and dragging up and over her legs to get at her soaking wet pussy. Sadako madly rubbed her drooling cunt, panting and whining with desperate need as you stood over her, arms crossed over your chest. "Are you satisfied?" You asked.

Your words managed to break through Sadako's lusty haze, as the ghost focused her eyes on you and desperately shook her head. For the first time that night, Sadako spoke. "M-more!" She rasped, crawling towards you, her thick ass swaying as she homed in on your throbbing cock. "I want more!" She tore open her dress and let her enormous, bra-less tits cascade into the open. They bounded free, heavy yet buoyant, SMACKing together before wobbling and jiggling apart. Before you could react, those huge, wonderful tits were wrapped around your cock, trapping it in a valley of pure please and starting to jerk up and down! Sadako worked her udders like a pro, huffing and puffing as she used them to pleasure you. You bucked your hips, gasping and groaning, clenching your teeth and your fists as you were pushed towards a second orgasm.

But not yet.

Pulling your hand back, you brought it down on Sadako's fat tits with a powerful SMACK! The slutty ghost moaned wildly as she dropped her heavy breasts on your lap. "I'll give you more," you darkly promised the busty specter. You patted your lap. "Move that fat ass up here."

Sadako panted, her red eyes flashing with lewd anticipation. "Yes sir~"

The Onryō stood, allowing you to seize her by her wide hips. You pulled her down, that huge ass running all over your thighs, sinking over your legs until your lap vanished from existence. Sadako threw her arms around your shoulders, clutching you tightly to her chest, threatening to bury your face in the copious amounts of tit-flesh beneath your chin. SLAP! SLAP! Sadako threw her head back in a moaning wail as you punished her fat ass. She felt your hands grab her plump thighs, as you pulled her legs apart and pressed the tip of your swollen head against her dripping pussy. Sadako swirled her hips and brought them down in a heavy THRUST that drove your massive cock halfway inside her cunt! "Hnnng!" Sadako gritted her teeth, eyes lidded with lust. Dropping her hips, Sadako's pussy left slick juices up and down your length as she took that cock. Her hips crashed into yours as her ass bounced and clapped, her tattered dress offering no covering for her fat rear end.

Tightening her grip on your shoulders, Sadako leaned over you, her blazing red eyes meeting yours. "Auhn…K-kiss me!" she demanded, her unnaturally long tongue spilling out between her lips. "Kiss me!" Sadako slammed her face down, her lips meeting yours in a lewd, tongue-filled kiss. SMMMOOCH! "Mhff~ Mmmh~ Nngh!" Your lips smacked together as her fat tongue pushed into your mouth, lewdly swapping spit with the busty ghost bouncing in your lap. PWAH! She broke the kiss, hands on your chest as she gasped and steadied herself, dropping that pussy down on you over and over again with waves of her porcelain booty rippling from the harsh impact of it, her entire body jiggling and shaking…

…And it still wasn't enough for this insatiable spirit.

"Aunnn… M-more!" Sadako hissed. Her riding only grew more frantic as her words were inflamed with mad lust, filling the room with the lewd chorus of flesh on flesh.

"I…"

SLAM

"WANT…"

SLAM

"MOOORRRE!!"

SLAMSLAMSLAM!

"Relax!" You snarled, sinking your hands into Sadako's fat bouncing asscheeks. "I'll give you more!" Grunting, your hands looped under Sadako's thick ass as you began to stand. "This time, I'll go all out," you darkly promised the panting and moaning ghost slut as, in moments, Sadako was being held up in your arms as you bounced her lewd, curvy body up and down your throbbing cock. Eyes wide, Sadako squeezed her busty body against your chest, practically wailing in your ear as you held her in place like a doll while your cock drove into her cunt. "You like that?" You demanded of the ghostly whore as you rocked her up and down your cock.

"I love it!" Sadako wailed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was bounced on your cock. There was no denying it as your thick hard cock continued to split her pussy wide open. The ghost went cross-eyed, roaring in pleasure as you hammered her like the undead slut she was, your hefty balls smacking her glossy asscheeks again and again. She tried her best to thrust her hips alongside yours, but she was trapped in your grip, completely in your control. "Yes," she panted. "Oh, hnnf, keep going..!" Sadak dragged her tongue across your neck. "Mmmm…Ah~"

"So fucking tight." You grunted, your hands never leaving Sadako's ass, which already showed clear palm prints from your earlier punishment. With a final crash of her hips into your lap, it was too much for both of you. You moaned, burying your face into Sadako's amazing cleavage as you began to flood her pussy with cum. Sadako trembled in climax, pleasure surging through her like electricity, her soaking pussy clenched rhythmically around the base of your cock. She sunk her teeth in your neck, growling and going cross-eyed in the depraved depths of her pleasure.

"Nnnghhkk~!" She gyrated in your arms, trembling meekly. You could feel her pussy pulsating around your cock, sucking your shaft, trying to milk you dry. When her cunt squeezed tight you responded in kind, snarling in pleasure as you erupted in her womb. You both fell back onto the couch, Sadako's sweaty curvy body writhing atop yours as she jerked her hips back and forth, dragging her thick ass across your thighs. She was flustered, sweating… and supremely happy, her face a bright and rosy red. Once the last few drops had drained from your pulsing cock, Sadako sighed and buried her head in the crook of your neck.

You both were left panting and basking in the afterglow, Sadako's vengeful temperament at last tamed, leaving her snuggling against her latest would-be victim. You lazily ran your hand through her long, dark hair. Glancing at the TV, you saw that Godzilla was back on and had been thankfully left paused from Sadako's ghostly hijacking. You glanced down at your yoshei lover, her red eyes peering curiously up into yours and you had only one thing to say.

"You want to watch Godzilla with me?"

Sadako blinked… and smiled, a small loving smirk on her lips. She cuddled up against her new lover as you both settled in for a night of post-coital movie watching.