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4| Haunted Hearts

Haunted Hearts

Warning: This story contains themes of sex

Reader discretion is advised.

Genre: Paranormal Romance, adult fiction, love relationships, death, ghost, horror,

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and the author's imagination. It has no connection to reality. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, please do not read further.

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Author Note: Please do not steal or plagiarize my work. Any form of unauthorized use or distribution is prohibited. Additionally, do not report this work based on personal discomfort; refrain from reading.

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TAEHYUNG'S POV

I was brought out of my thoughts as I heard glass breaking. Turns out, I stepped on a broken piece of glass from a rusted window, making it scatter even more.

The place where I am has been abandoned since the 1960s, and what I'm doing here is kind of not so hard to comprehend.

My name is Taehyung, I'm 18 years old, and I'm about to graduate high school this year. Everything is going fine for me. I study hard, eat proper meals, and stay attentive to my surroundings-at least, until today.

Well, as you can see, I'm not liked amongst my peers, which consists of thugs and girls fanning over them.

I like most of the students am a victim of bullying from our sunbae (senior in Korean). I was made to walk inside this allegedly haunted building by them as a form of payment for trying to stand up for a female classmate of mine.

They were trying to do the unthinkable to her, and I just happened to hit the guy with an empty lunchbox, and you can guess the rest.

A sudden ringing of my phone nearly gave me a heart attack. I checked to see who was calling, and it was one of the seniors.

They're waiting outside for me, making sure that I won't chicken out on their so-called mission to grab this infamous talisman from this 4-story villa. I picked it up knowing very well what he was about to say.

"What the hell's taking you so long, huh?!! Don't tell me you died as well just from going in there?! (Unknown senior) screams through the phone, and I shift the phone away from my ear just in time.

"He probably pissed his pants, haha. Dimwits like them don't stand a chance for a second, but I have to give him credit for having enough balls to stand up against you."

"SHUT UP!" I heard him yell again, and before he could say anymore, my phone's battery died. I was sure I fully charged it.

Maybe I forgot this time? Well, to give you a little insight, the place I am you see isn't some singled-out building, a house, or some abandoned city.

It's a gigantic villa that faced some horrific disasters. Rumors have it that it was once owned by a wealthy family in 1962, and it was inspired by a Victorian duke's mansion in the early 1800s.

From what I heard, the owner of the villa was involved in some shady business, which led to their downfall and has been vacant ever since then.

People reported stuff that would automatically give you a scare of a lifetime. People went missing who ventured into this place. Bodies have been found mutilated, and one of my classmates got possessed by going there.

Of course, she was forced to by the seniors, but it's still hard to believe such things could happen. This place is quite rundown.

The design of the underground parking lot kind of reminds me of the 1950s film I saw, and yes, it has a parking area.

The film was based on a crime documentary, but I only made 20 minutes in the movie, and I decided it was enough to give me nightmares for now. Note the sarcasm.

All the doors around here are rusted and are literally off their hinges. Cobwebs are everywhere. Metal pipes and broken glass are on full display.

No wonder this place is haunted. This looks like hell. I walked carefully, trying not to scratch myself from the broken pieces.

I stumbled upon something and fell face-first on the dirt-covered floor, scratching my palm in the process.

I winced at the pain as little beads of blood started forming, but nothing too serious. So much for being careful.

Having zero light is doing nothing at all. With all the rumors and stories I heard getting to me, I had the urge to yell, and so I did.

"Only idiots are scared of ghosts! Hell, this whole being vengeful and all is stupid in my eyes! They need to let it go and do something better!"

Sadly, I am one myself. You won't find a person more half-assed than me. I walked over to a clearing I saw in the front.

The moonlight shining from the broken roof provided some help. I walked over the dark passage, trying to find a way to the top floor.

My footsteps echoed as I kept looking. At this point, for some reason, my fingers began to go numb, and I shuddered as a feeling of dread came over me, not to mention how chilly this place was getting.

It was all too real. Of course, I was dumb enough to ignore the warning signs and kept going. I kept on murmuring to myself until I heard it.

Footsteps-not my ones but someone else's. It was way too close to my comfort zone. I pretended to ignore it so I could keep an eye on it better. Not that I can see whatever it is.

I'm trying so hard not to lose my cool and make a run for it. Did I provoke something? I let these thoughts wander around in my head as I picked up my pace for the entrance.

The footsteps started mimicking my own, making me panic even more as I couldn't tell if it was nearby or right behind me. I couldn't comprehend what to do anymore.

And right there and then I decided to make a run for it, and I did just that. I ran like a madman. The footsteps had now become louder with heavy breathing, and sometimes I could feel it on the back of my neck.

I felt a hand trying to go for my leg as I tried to jump over the broken furniture blocking the way up the stairs. I should've run the other way, but my brain thought otherwise.

At this point, I didn't even know where I was going. The only thing on my mind was to get away from whatever was chasing after me.

It felt like there was more than one, and the dumbest, cliche thing happened: I fell onto the dust-covered broken floor.

The impact added up to my previously injured hands, and I hissed as the cuts on my pals deepened. I hastily turned around, and I could finally see what was after me from where I was, I let out the most horrifying bloodcurdling scream, and it screeched at the sound.

I backed away in fear as much as I could, ignoring the pain in my hands until I hit something behind me; it was a broken wall with some of its material falling off.

The impact of my screams got the attention of whatever was with the thing because the next thing I knew, this thing, out of nowhere, devoured the other in one go.

The sound of bones cracking and multiple screams filled the entire place. I had to cover up my ears to avoid damaging my eardrums.

I was completely mortified. This didn't just happen. This wasn't happening at all! I kept telling myself, hoping it was some kind of dream and that I would wake up at any moment.

But alas, things don't always go our way. It was horrifying to look at. It was like all your nightmares coming true!

This thing or whatever it was stared right into my soul after it was done. Its flesh was melting off of it. It had this pungent smell that would make you throw up on the spot, but I was too distracted to even think about that.

Its face was deformed with blood pouring out of its mouth, probably from that disturbed action before. Its skin looked parched and was filled with boils.

I'm surprised I didn't even notice this thing beforehand. The thing held out its hands, soaking up the blood it poured on the ground with chunks of its flesh and skin.

It crawled on all four; its joint cracking in the process, and I could see more limbs protruding from its back.

Its hair is a completely matted mess, with some of it falling off. Its eyes were bloodshot with some liquid pouring out of them.

As I was taking in all of this situation, in a blink of an eye that thing was right in front of my face, breathing heavily with its bones cracking and adjusting. I was stunned.

I couldn't utter a word, nor could I move a finger. I cowed under its dreadful gaze as the thing reached out its mutilated hand to touch the sides of my face.

I recoiled as its cold, rough hands caressed my face, looking at me like a child looking at his new toy.

As the thing was distracted, I saw this as a chance and mustered up the courage to get away. If I thought the guys out there were torture enough in my life, then this was hell or worse.

I slowly move my hand around to use something as a weapon against it, and I doubt it'll work. My hand bumped into a metal pipe lying next to me as I was searching.

Without any other thoughts, I grabbed the pipe and smashed the thing's head with it. Big mistake! It didn't even leave a scratch, let alone some damage.

This action only made it angrier because it let out a loud pitched scream grabbed me by the neck and threw me across the other side of the stairs.

I crashed into the broken shards and metal, and it did a huge number on me. I was bleeding a lot. A piece of glass had run through the side of my stomach, and the impact made it hard for me to stand up.

The thing jumped from where it was to where I am now and was slowly making its way to me. Its flesh made a weird sound as it hit the ground, almost as if something wet and mushy.

Its movement is slow and relaxed as if trying to mock my current situation. Its eyes fixed on my very being, making a cold shiver run down my spine.

Is this how it ends? I thought to myself. Am I going to die in a place like this at the hands of this thing? I start regretting coming here.

Although for a good cause, I should've just reported the bullying incident instead of getting involved. Little did I know I'd be dragged into this whole mess. I wonder if it was worth it though.

I guess it was. At least that classmate of ours is okay for now. How funny it is that I'm completely ignoring the fact that some "thing" is approaching me.

Since I had no idea what to do or where to hide, I finally worked up the strength to leave the area. The throbbing pain in my abdomen was making it harder to move, but I can't be picky at a time like this.

But something was odd. The thing stopped following me midway and now was just still as a statue. But then it caught my eye-the walls.

The wall now had faces forming on them, twisting and turning until it got to a point where some of them merged.

It was as if someone smashed them there and left them to rot. The faces had no eyes, just sockets, and no nose.

Their mouths were hanging loose, and their jaws dislocated. They began to cough up some strange liquid, and it had this suffocating stench to it.

It was some thick black liquid with human remains. Pieces of flesh, hairs, and eyes were evident. One of the faces coughed up a piece of what I could make of it was a chewed-up finger, and I threw up right then and there, grimacing as some of the fingers landed right on me.

I was freaking out by now, and to make it all worse, it looks like the thing was enjoying this because it started snickering at my reaction.

It was enjoying my misery. The creature ran towards me out of nowhere, catching me off guard, and I ended up landing on the liquid that now covered the entire floor.

The fear had taken over me entirely, digging into me. I have to get away from here fast. I crawled around on the floor as getting up was hard on this slippery surface and got up when there were no splotches in sight. I'm pretty sure that thing did that on purpose.

I ran through the corridors of the hallway and stumbled upon things that I didn't even know were there. The faces kept forming into a human's actual appearance.

I noticed how some of them were trying to speak to me. And that's when I realized that the faces belonged to the missing people as I recognized this one girl I saw in the news.

A 20-something-year-old university student from Busan had visited this villa out of curiosity and gone missing since then.

I remember her because I saw her family distraught from this incident, and I feel for them. Her father had suffered a heart attack after hearing about the news.

I was shocked and shitless. Is this the doing of that thing? Was I about to end up like them on the wall? Just what in the world is that thing anyway?

I stepped closer to the girl's face. She was trying to say something but couldn't form proper words.

"Um, hey.... Is there something you want to say?" I whispered as carefully as I could. I lost sight of the creature, but that doesn't mean it had stopped following me.

"-L me ple-" The girl spoke again and again. Her voice was guttural and incomprehensible. I couldn't understand what she was saying, and I didn't have much time before that thing returned. As I was about to leave, she spoke again, and this time much louder.

"KILL ME!! Please kill me already!!! I CAN'T TA-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a huge hand showed up, smashing the girl's face into pieces. It was the thing. It must've found its way because of her screaming.

That thing violently ripped her hair off her scalp, screeching at her as it slowly gouged her eyes out one after another.

Her screams soon turned hoarse, and the thing finally ended her by ripping her jaw apart. It then fixed its gaze on me.

Well, I'm fucked. Like, no kidding. It begins trudging towards me. Its nails scratched the walls in a threatening manner, warning me to take a step.

I was a trembling mess. I was sure that I was about to meet my end, but then I thought about the girl, my family, and all those victims whose families were still grieving.

So without giving it another thought, I dashed the other way. I was scared. So scared of the thing approaching me that I didn't even realize I had arrived at the opposite end of the villa, which appeared to be very dark until I noticed a gate.

The gate was huge as if belonging to a lord. It was rusty with multiple old locks on it. The locks were covered in old threads and talismans.

I begin to wonder if all of this was meant to be for that thing, but it wouldn't make sense why that thing's roaming around the place.

There was this one particular talisman that caught my attention. It was the biggest one out of all of them, not to mention how free from dust it was while the others were ripped and already falling apart.

I, out of curiosity, took it out from behind the lock, being careful not to rip it. As I was inspecting the talisman in awe, I failed to realize the thing standing behind me, its fingers slowly creeping up behind me, curling around my neck.

Panicking, I turned around hoping I'd be able to push it in time to make a run for it and ended up hitting it with the talisman.

The impact caused a spark to appear and in a blink of an eye, the thing was on fire. It screamed in agony as the flames engulfed its crumbling body leaving not even ash behind.

"Um, what just happened? Is it over?

I was oblivious to the source of the light and the spot of the creature's disappearance. I was startled and perplexed when I unexpectedly heard a door opening voice from behind.

This made me even more frightened to even turn to see the other side, but then I heard a reassuring yet assertive voice.

I collected the will to turn around even though I was too afraid to even speak. I saw a girl in a white outfit who seemed to be a beautiful angel and maybe looked the same age as me or one year younger.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I heard her speaking but I was unsure of when I mustered the courage to run toward her as she was in the room, and I entered her room without asking her permission because I was so scared and wanted to protect myself.

As I abruptly closed the door, I realized that it was wrong to enter a girl's room without asking.

Suddenly, I start to wonder what the girl is doing in this haunted villa. As I was thinking of numerous unanswered questions, I also saw the girl who was looking at me with surprise.

As the girl questioned me once more, I attempted to respond, but the pain in my stomach began to worsen, my heartbeat slowed, I started to feel dizzy and nauseous, and my body felt completely numb.

"I," I try to say, but all of a sudden, darkness evolved around me, and I had no idea what had happened to me after that.

The next time my eyes open, I find myself in a room that looks luxurious and has antique furniture. When memories returned, I was at the villa.

Panic overcame me when I realized I was lying on the bed and my clothes didn't have any blood stains, I remember that I had been hurt, but I didn't feel any pain or anything else wrong with my body.

I heard a footstep and sensed that someone was approaching me. A wave of sudden panic washed over me, and I began to get out of the bed on which I had been lying, but then I heard a lovely voice.

I saw the same girl coming toward me. I assumed the tray she was holding was filled with food.

She then placed the tray on the side table before coming toward me and saying, "Don't get up; lay down; you need rest," as she simply grabbed my hand and helped me lean back.

She gazed into my eyes and said so kindly, "You lost consciousness at my main door; that's why I brought you here," as soon as our eyes made contact.

For a brief moment, I didn't break eye contact with her, as she was staring at me and looking into my eyes.

Before I could respond, I overheard her say, "Here, first have this and you will feel better. I am not good at cooking, but I prepared this sandwich," as she handed me a tray containing a little brownie, a small sandwich, and a glass of water.

My stomach growled due to hunger, as I knew I was fucking hungry now, but I was so embarrassed in front of her, as she gestured for me to eat, and I quickly ate the sandwich, which tasted so delicious, and took a chunk of little Brownie. I looked at her, and as she looked at me with amazement, I tried to slow down my pace, and after that, when I finished the meal, I felt full.

Since she was so near to me and I could feel the chill in her body, I responded, "Thanks," while staring into her beautiful, innocent eyes as she gazed down at me and into mine.

She then took the tray away from me and set it on the table.

Now I understand that she helped me. I guess she is human, not a ghost, but what is she doing here, in this scary place? My chain of thoughts was broken by her calm voice: "You didn't tell me who you are? And what are you doing here? She asked me again.

"I'm Taehyung Kim, and I came here because my bullies intended to keep me in this haunted villa," I stated as I continued to tell her the rest of the story.

She looked at me with perplexity before laughing out of the blue, which baffled me.

"Really a haunted villa!" She laughs once again, which makes me feel ashamed about how I'm feeling, but I'm not sure why she's laughing at me.

I didn't lie, though, because I had seen the horrifying creature with my own eyes, and the place was quite frightening.

"You are very funny, Taehyung" she adds. She then laughs out loud before stopping and biting her soft pink lips to hold back laughter.

I don't even know why I want to kiss her because I don't know what is wrong with me. I've never felt that way about a girl before; even in school, I liked a girl named Jenny, but she never looked at me because she thought I looked boring.

Now that Jenny has a boyfriend named Kai, I've never been attracted to anyone like that before.

"Well, this place is not a haunted house; I know by the outer look it looks like that because it was built in 1962 by my great-great grandfather, who belonged to a noble family at that time, and since then it has been our family house," she said while looking into my eyes.

"If you don't believe me, I will show you the whole place," she added as I looked at her and once more felt scared because I didn't want to go outside because I felt safe here.

"No! I don't want to go outside because there is a ghost," I say abruptly as my voice trembles while remembering the scene that happened to me as I feel her placing her icy fingers over my cheeks. I suppose it's due to the winter.

"Don't be afraid, Taehyung; I'm with you. Anyway, my name is Lisa, Lisa Aston, and I used to live with my grandmother. After my parents got divorced, they left me here by myself with my grandmother, but two months later she passed away, leaving me alone. I also had a caretaker aunt living with me, but she had to go to her village today due to an emergency and would return tomorrow."

She told me everything about her, but I was still a little bit perplexed. I felt sad, so I mumbled sorry to her, and I don't know why I hugged her.

As I felt her hand on my back, I felt like hiding her in my arms. I wanted to sleep with her every day because she gave me a sense of peace. I broke off our embrace and looked at her; her eyes shone with a pure shine.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't ask about that much. I am sorry if I hurt you." I don't want to make her sadder, and I don't want to know about her past, I could feel how strongly she is living all alone as an orphan now.

"Taehyung, no worries. I don't know what makes you afraid, but you claimed it was a haunted house, but it's not like that."

When she questioned me, I replied, "Lisa, I won't lie, I saw something there, and look at my wound, the thing did to me," as I stared into her eyes. Looking at her, I said, hoping she would believe me.

"Taehyung When I found you outside my villa, some boys were leaving, and you had passed out. She talks so pleasantly, which makes me even more confused by the fact that what just happened to me was a lie.

How is it conceivable given that I observed what she claims to be false in front of my eyes and that I am certain it is true? I don't know whether she is hiding anything, and I'm not sure if I should put my trust in her.

I try to explain to Lisa, "Lisa, trust me, I saw a thing and I got a wounded stomach," but it doesn't appear to be working.

I became shyer as a result of how bewildered she appeared when she saw me because I had just realized that I was bleeding, but now there was nothing on my body.

Did I feel dizzy? Did I enter this villa, or was it all a dream? I simply don't know, but I must find out regardless of the cost.

My chain of thinking was interrupted by Lisa's voice, which I perceived as being calm yet gentle. I then felt her lips kiss my cheek; a cold sensation touched my cheek.

I looked at her in shock since no girl had ever done something like that before, and because I had never dated anyone or had any kind of romantic interaction with a girl-I am still a virgin-my heart was immediately racing. I don't understand why people encourage sex, even though I know that it is a way to express love.

Instead, I want a partner who will hold my hand until my last breath. As a high school kid, I also wished that I had a girlfriend, a true lover who loved me beyond all else.

I heard Lisa say, "I'm sorry, but you sound so adorable when you speak. I'm sorry I kissed you without your permission."

I heard Lisa's voice and looked at her lips, wondering why I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her. What the hell am I thinking?

She's just a stranger I just met, and from the looks of it, this is her first kiss with a boy. She was also shy and blushing.

"I apologize for repeating myself, but I'm really worried. Lisa, are you telling the truth?" I said, trying to change the subject because I didn't want to dig into anything unfamiliar to me.

"Come with me, and I will show you around my villa if you don't believe me." She said, and I sensed her hand reaching out to mine I believed her hands were cold, suggesting that perhaps she had a lower body temperature.

I shook off these undesirable thoughts and held her hand tightly as I experienced a strong urge.

I consented to this since I wanted to check whether I was truly just imagining things now because I was afraid.

However, I wasn't sure what made me trust her, so with these thoughts, I got out of bed and walked outside holding her hand.

As we both left the room, I noticed that everything appeared to be in its ideal state. There was no longer any darkness, and everything appeared to be more clear to my eyes.

Additionally, there was a dim light that gave the lavish villa a new appearance, making it appear as though everything I had just experienced had been a nightmare.

Lisa gave me a charming smile and looked into my eyes while saying, "See, I told you this isn't a haunted Villa Taehyung; you just fainted out of fear, I assume, and your bullies left you here alone."

Her petite frame is so frail, and her white outfit gives off a deity-like image.

I began to enjoy her company, and my nervousness started to fade as we explored other areas of the villa, and we also talked about many things in between.

As a result, I felt more at ease, and now I began to think that what I had seen may have been a dream.

While we were walking around, we heard thunderstorms, which seemed to be warning us that it was raining heavily outside.

As we both went to the window and Lisa moved the curtain aside as we both realized how heavy the rain was, a sudden flash of lightning appeared in the sky.

I could feel her hand tightening on my hands and could tell she was afraid of these voices. We both moved to the other place as Lisa showed me various rooms.

Now that we had stopped at the corner of the villa, which had a beautiful door painted with some gold paint, I stared at my surroundings and heard her say something that made me blush.

Lisa approached me and stared into my eyes before saying, "You are so brave, Taehyung. Don't ever say you are scared, because sometimes people who think they are scared are the bravest ones. Because of the way you come alone just to save someone, it makes me feel so proud of you."

I looked into her gorgeous yet soft lips that were parted; I don't know, but it seemed like she wanted from me.

I jolted as I felt her hand touching mine. She was so near to me, I don't know, but I grabbed her closer to me and kissed her lips the way I wanted. I didn't understand why my body was not in my control. I never feel this much urge to kiss anyone.

Why her fuck, she had to be with me as my wife, as my girlfriend, as my need, as my love. I felt her responding also, which made me so amazed as our tongues collided with each other as I licked her mouth to taste her sweetness.

We parted ways after our kiss and spoke while she looked at me with an incomprehensible expression. As I say, "I am sorry, Lisa; I don't know what I just did; I genuinely made you uncomfortable."

I'm aware that I responded too quickly and kissed the stranger I just met.

I tried to move back, but suddenly she held my hand and stopped me from going I turned around and looked at her as she got closer to me and spoke so softly. It's OK, I forgive you. Sometimes people lose their self-control while finding something, which is called lust, but I didn't know when you kissed me I felt something different.".

I was unaware of her feelings, but somewhere I feel guilty over my deeds. I kissed her forcefully, "Lisa, I should go now. I am sorry.". I spoke as I tried to move away from there, but stopped when I heard her voice, which called out to me.

"Don't leave me now. I am alone here. Please stay with me until this rain stops." I looked at her when she spoke; her eyes had tears, and she looked so innocent, I stared at her face and rushed over to her to wipe the tears off.

"Don't cry; I'm here for you," I say as I notice that she has just gotten close. I was shocked when she leaned in again to kiss me, but I did so again.

We both kissed like we were ravenous for one another. We are too young to be doing all of these things, so is it okay to have her now?

I've never felt such a strong need to kiss someone like that. Her one kiss evoked my inner yearning, which I saved for someone special.

Even though I was struggling with my thoughts, I could hear her moans as we kissed since my lips were locked with hers and we were just playing with each other's mouths.

Before we began kissing, we did only touch our dry lips together. I'm not sure if it provided her comfort or security, but she was quite appealing to me, so I wasn't going to resist it. I never would have predicted that before this night.

However, things quickly became out of control as we moved from barely touching lips to brushing tongues and fumbling our hands all over each other's bodies.

We slowly returned to the bed, me lying on top of her. I turned tough and began to dry hump her through our clothes. She eventually began taking my jeans off by the zipper, and I assisted her in doing so.

Before removing her dress and pants, I first removed my shirt and then hers. I quickly take the initiative and start kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts as I go.

I briefly licked her nipples before moving to her stomach and kissing the area around her navel. As I continued to push my kisses downward, extending out my tongue to drag it across her pouty lips, I felt her place a hand on the back of my head.

She covered me with the bed cover so that all that could be seen was the incandescent glow emanating from the window.

Before this, I had never laid into a girl, but I had viewed enough online porn to believe I was an expert. In other words, I was sure of myself but unsure of my technique.

I carefully moved my tongue around while I put my index finger inside her, working it in between her P-ssy lips and finally placing it against her clitoral area. I'm eating P-ssy for the first time.

A faint musk scent that is seductive. The initial flavor, which I would characterize as first being a little bit bitter, mellowed out to a mild meaty flavor that I am unsure of how to compare it to.

As I licked her cheek and pushed my finger around within her to feel the texture, she clutched my shoulder and lifted her hips.

I'll admit that I did it more out of curiosity than for her enjoyment. It was the first time I had ever rubbed a girl's clitoral area to get her off, but I did take the time to feel how the inside of the clitoral area felt.

A slight bumpy contour upon entering, and beyond the first knuckle, I felt the texture change to a more varied sensation of grooves and peaks.

It was now the first time I ever saw her naked. Her breasts were small and pointy with light pink nipples. A very thin waist supported by luscious round hips and an apple-shaped butt.

As we resumed where we had left off, she was relaxed and smiling once more. She drew me in by wrapping her legs over my hips, reaching out to grip my d*ck, and setting it in place.

I can hear her whisper "push" in my right ear. I sank in with a steady, delicate shove, only sensing the warmth of her body and a little initial pressure around my neck as she moved in.

As I worked it slowly, I could feel her hands on my lower back and heels rubbing up on my buttocks.

She was breathing deeply and thrusting her hips into me on the upstroke, and I increased my thrusting speed to match her movements as I kissed her neck, struggling to get air with my nose against the plush armrest of the bed.

Within a few minutes, her breathing gradually turned into panting sounds as I increased my pace until I was pounding her P-ssy with both of us thrusting into each other hard against her clitter.

I had to raise my head over the armrest to get more breathing.

Then I heard her begin to gasp and make these high-pitched, brief squeaks. She also occasionally hissed like a cat and flowed into the words.

"Yeah...right there," which assured me that I should keep going. She still made me feel like I was doing my thing and tremendously boosted my confidence.

Meanwhile, I could feel much of anything with her body heat. I was trying to focus on getting her off by trying to keep up with her fast rhythm, which didn't take long to wear me down.

I was pounding her as hard as my hips could thrust, which prompted her to place her hands back against the armrest to keep herself from being pounded off of the bed.

She couldn't have weighed much as she was struggling to keep her body in place. I was getting out of breath so decided to make a position change, hoping to not interrupt any orgasm she may have been having.

I raised onto my knees, pulling her waist with me. She gripped her legs tight around my waist, lifting her hips off of the bed.

Her hands were still over her shoulders, holding onto the plush armrest. I gripped her waist and started thrusting.

This position gave me more control of keeping her body from sliding further up the armrest. A few moments later, she suddenly arched her back in what appeared to be a very uncomfortable demon-possessed pose.

She became quiet, perhaps holding her breath, but I had no idea what she was doing, so I just continued with my rhythm.

Looking back, I believe she may have experienced her orgasm. She finally let go and grasped my forearms while gazing at me with her mouth open.

To get her on top of me without pulling out, I drew her back up, but the transition did not go as well as I had anticipated.

We were able to maneuver our legs such that I was sitting on the bed and she was on my lap, giving her control.

I remember that I had my hands gripping around her waist, which was so thin that I noticed how my fingers were only a couple of inches from touching on either side.

For whatever reason, I found her waist to be very sexy, and watching her hips thrust on me was quite a turn-on.

As she rode me sitting straight up on my lap, we were face to face, with both of us looking down and watching my d*ck go in and out of her slowly.

Soon we locked eyes, and she picked up the pace. Another 5 minutes went by, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to finish or not, as I could tell by her facial expressions that she was probably waiting for me to finish.

I was certainly ready for it to be over, so I focused my attention on looking at her cute face go up and down in my field of view as if doing short jumps on a trampoline.

My hands were on her waist, feeling her hips move while listening to her heavy panting/squeaking noises as we continued eye contact.

It was all just enough to finally peak my excitement. Every muscle in my body tensed up, starting to quiver as I felt the familiar, strong sensation rise from the bottom of my shaft into total ecstasy as my semen exited into the womb.

"Did you finish?" I heard her quickly say as I opened my eyes once more to see the exhausted look on her face inches from mine with a light sheen of sweat on her brow.

I had just enough energy to nod my head, but I felt like most of it left my body for a moment. She reached nearby and grabbed the blanket, wrapping herself up as if chilly, and then climbed off of me.

I don't think we knew what to say or what to do next. I felt vulnerable and naked there, in a strange villa, on a stranger's bed. I felt her draw nearer to me and give me another kiss while whispering only one word, which I found quite odd: "Thank you, Taehyung."

"Why did you thank me, Lisa?' I asked as I fixed my gaze on her, and she gazed at me like a submissive girl. I questioned as I stroked her soft, delicate hair, yet I could tell she was cold by the way her body temperature was.

I was so perplexed by her words when she said, "Because you are the first person to whom I give my all, and you are so pure-hearted, you saved countless lives and came to me like an angel," but I felt a bit delighted that I was her first time even if I wanted to be the last. Let us all give in to love since it overcomes all obstacles. Is that true love at first glance?

"But you save me, Lisa?" I whispered to her; she smiled, tickled me, and bit my lips. I winced in pain as I also gave her a harsh kiss, and we were both touching each other, but again I felt her cold body. I felt worried about her as I broke the kiss and cupped her face.

I asked Lisa, "I'm sorry if I sound a little rude, but may I ask you anything? Why is your body temperature so low? I'm just worried about you," and she replied by touching my face with her icy fingers.

"I have a condition called hypothermia, which is why my body temperature drops; don't worry, I'm already taking care of it.

She spoke as I gave her a bewildered look, but before I could respond, I felt her cool yet delicate fingers move closer to my d*ck and rub it against her wet silk pussy. I was so shocked.

While she radiated assurance, I overheard her say something that made me feel even more proud: "You are the only one who impacted me in that way. Don't ever think negatively about me because whatever I am doing with you, Taehyung, I feel right. It's all about something that I can't express." Her emotions are so sincere but alluring.

"That's why it's called love," I said as I kissed her forehead and felt her wet pussy rubbing against my soft yet firm rod. As I heard her say it again, I was a little bothered by her perspectives.

"Do you love me, Taehyung, or is it just lust? Will you be able to love me until the end of your life? Will you do anything for me? Will you come to me after death too?" She asked me numerous questions, many of which I was unable to respond to, but I was adamant that my feelings were not driven by lust.

"Lisa, I love you, and what we did wasn't out of lust. Love is the most powerful power in the universe, yet it is also the most modest. I know it's so fast, but we will be together and I'll protect you forever." I said, putting my palm over her hips and tightening my grip on her to feel more of her cool body against me. Strangely, having her on my chest brought me peace.

"Now let's sleep, you're exhausted, and I have to go to school tomorrow, but I promise I'll meet you tomorrow," I told her, wrapped a blanket around her body, and went to sleep thinking of love while completely forgetting about the fear I had just experienced.

I felt as though everything had happened in a dream, but it had all happened, so that's why I had come to the villa-possibly to look for this tiny bit of perspective.

I had already made many plans for our future. I will work hard in school to become a successful businessman, and then I will marry her at all costs.

LISA'S POV

I hovered in the air, staring down at Taehyung, my love, my savior. The night was silent, and the moonlight bathed his peaceful face in a soft glow.

He looked so serene, so unaware of the truth that lay between us. My fingers, cold and ethereal, brushed against his cheek, but I knew they were not truly there.

I was nothing more than a pure soul, clinging to the remnants of my humanity, barely able to maintain my form.

I wanted so desperately to cry, to let the tears fall for him and for us, but I couldn't. The tears refused to come, trapped in this half-existence, just like me.

I was dead, yet here I was, still tethered to the world of the living by a force I didn't fully understand. How could I let him go?

How could I let him face the world alone without knowing that I was here and that I loved him still?

But as I hovered over him, a realization hit me like a wave of cold air. I couldn't let my tears fall on him. They wouldn't bring him comfort-they would only remind him of the impossible truth: that we existed in different realms.

He was alive, and I was... not. And yet, even in death, I had been with him in ways no living being could comprehend.

He had touched me and loved me in ways that should have been impossible. But love, it seemed, had no boundaries, no limits-not even death could break the bond we shared.

I knew I should leave, slip away into the shadows, and let him rest. But I couldn't. I couldn't pull myself away from the man who had once made me feel alive, even when life had already slipped away from me.

I was staring at my angel, my savior, who had just saved my soul from my stepmother's evil spirits after she had used me for financial gain at the time.

I don't know what to do; if I tell him the truth, he might be scared of me. After the evil spirit had been exorcised, I cleared the house of all debris and purified the villa using holy water that I had kept in my room. I didn't want my angel to be afraid of me.

When I noticed Taehyung was bleeding, I became concerned and treated him with the power I had left. Because I couldn't let him feel pain, he fell in love with me.

I also realized that I was only a soul trapped in this villa, but he was special because he touched my soul. Other people only used their bodies for pleasure.

Although it wasn't a body-to-body interaction, it was a soul connection, and I felt his soul smile as I touched him.

He didn't feel anything over his body, I know, but I left an impression on his mind that I was a human. However, our souls were having a sexual relationship while he was unaware.

In 1962, when my dad married Eva, my stepmother, she was a sick woman who loved tormenting me. She used black magic to get influence and wealth, and she later desired to use me as a human sacrifice to obtain money for other odd jobs for women.

My stepmother locked me in the room while people tried to save me from there, but she burned the room, and then the priest came to save me, but they thought I was dead, so they sealed my soul in the room, so evil souls don't kill me.

My real mother was a god believer, and she gave me a holy necklace, which protected me from this all. However, my stepmother burned the room, and since she wanted to marry the duke of that time,

He was asleep when I sat down next to him. As I carefully kissed his neck and muttered, "Taehyung, thank you," into his ears, I could feel his body warming up once more.

He was murmuring into my ears, and I overheard him say, "Let me sleep, Lisa, just a bit." I kissed him on the lips while smiling and saying, "I'll be here for you always. We'll be here until the end. Just take care of yourself."

After that, Lisa's soul vanished in a thin mist as she turned to face him and shed a joyful tear. She was relieved to be free of all misery, though.

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I was abruptly brought back to reality by a voice, which reminded me that I was then 60 years old and that I still reside in the villa.

When I woke up that morning, I discovered a letter she had written to me, in which she detailed her suffering and claimed to be a soul.

At the time, I was naive and didn't understand what she was saying, so I left the villa in fear. However, as time passed, I discovered many wonderful things in my surroundings.

Every time I was in danger, I felt like a force was protecting me from harm, and I realized that it was her.

Even though she was dead and yet a part of me, she shielded me over the years while I worked hard to become successful and purchase this villa.

I waited for my departure to meet My Lisa since I am still single, have never been married, and only want her. I still recall how she appeared to me when we had our first sex; she reminded me of a lovely fairy.

I've become accustomed to living alone, but whenever I feel lonely, I always feel her presence around me.

Today was no different; when I returned from the garden, I found baked brownies in the kitchen, which made me smile. I know she did for me. After that, she disappeared from my life.

I repeatedly attempted suicide, but she always intervened to prevent me. Later, I came across a message that said, "We will meet when you die on your own. Don't commit suicide. My spirit will wait for you for many years."

My parents tried to have me married to a girl, who was also very good, but my heart and soul wanted Lisa.

No lady entered my life except my wife was there for me, but I was never able to love her like I love Lisa. Maybe my body was here, but my soul always belonged to Lisa.

We had only one girl, my daughter, whom I named Lisa. Even though I had sex with my wife, I never felt the same way about her as I did with Lisa.

My wrinkled hand slid from the armrest as I abruptly closed my eyes, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart but was unsure of what had happened. Maybe the moment has come for me to meet Lisa once again.

I smiled as I knew I was going to meet my Lisa again.

I woke up to a voice saying, "Wake up, Taehyung," and I recognized it as hers. I opened my eyes to find her sitting next to me, smiling.

I then looked around to see the surroundings because I had the impression that I was in heaven.

I wondered if I had died if it had been a dream, or what, and I noticed that I was wearing white clothes. I looked at my age and discovered that I was 18 years old and in my teenage years.

As she kissed me and I returned the favor, she said, "We are together finally," and I heard her exclaim as we parted ways.

With those words, I realize that this is not a dream; I am dead, and now I am with her. She is holding my hand and leading me along, but I don't care; I'll go wherever she goes because of our everlasting love.

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