Beauty House

Cease Your Fondling

At dawn, I awoke from a blissful slumber—undoubtedly the sweetest sleep I had ever known since becoming a ghost. Cocooned in the tender warmth of the covers, I momentarily forgot my worldly troubles, the biting chill, and even the terror of my spectral existence. The soft, almost ethereal fragrance of untouched innocence whispered gently to my soul.

Wang Tong’s pillow and blanket were imbued with her own delicate scent—reminiscent of subtle orchids—so intoxicating that it surpassed the allure of even the most exquisite soporific. As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself pressed entirely against her; my hands encircling her form and my face nestled close to her bosom in an unmistakably intimate embrace.

Yet, her slumber was as provocative as it was tender. With her legs casually draped over me, her body entwined mine like the sinuous tendrils of a vine, binding us together in perfect, disarming closeness.

“Is not this merely an illusion?” I gasped in astonishment, gently pushing her away, my countenance awash with surprise.

“But I still wish to sleep,” she murmured in a dreamy tone, before turning once more to reveal the flawless expanse of her back.

Beholding the exquisite curvature of her back and the slender elegance of her waist, I found myself transfixed. “Such an impeccable form—truly a divine silhouette. I must implore her to adopt attire that accentuates her delicate waist, to more splendidly reveal her graceful contours.” Overcome, I sank once again into a passionate frenzy.

Her sinuous waist and alabaster skin seemed kissed by moonlight, each detail of her perfectly maintained figure imbued with an irresistible allure that no ordinary man could possibly resist.

“Oh my, I feel as though I have regained a body!” I exclaimed, leaping from the bed in ecstatic disbelief.

At last stirred by my feverish exclamations, Wang Tong rubbed her drowsy eyes. “What on earth are you doing, always so restless?” she chided.

“Touch me—prove to me that I am no longer but a ghost,” I pleaded with fervor.

“Truly?” she replied, hastily donning her clothes in a flurry of excitement and disbelief. “Surely, you cannot have restored your body merely from one night’s slumber—it seems too fantastical.”

“Touch me, and you shall see,” I urged.

Promptly, her hand met my form, and with a gasp of wonder she exclaimed, “Something is amiss! Your body is as soft as a bundle of cotton—so yielding, one might sink into it!”

In haste, she roused Zhao Xinyi and Shen Bing. “Awaken, come quickly—behold my transformation!” Under her energetic summons, the two soon emerged, still groggy and disarrayed.

As Zhao Xinyi and Shen Bing entered Wang Tong’s chamber, their sleep-laden demeanors gave way to mild protest. “What is the meaning of this? It is scarcely proper to disturb the morning so,” grumbled Shen Bing, while Zhao Xinyi yawned, “Such early commotion could surely provoke complaints.”

Casting a disapproving glance at Wang Tong, whose dishevelment revealed half her shoulder, Zhao Xinyi chided, “Must you not dress with decorum, especially when a man is present?”

“Do not fret,” Wang Tong reassured, “Zhang Yu poses no threat—a mere herbivore without any harm. Besides, a fleeting glance is harmless, is it not?” With a playful tug at her near-ruined garment, she beckoned, “Come, ill-fated little soul, let me grant you another look.”

“Ah, such unblemished, ample, tender flesh!” I murmured, overwhelmed by the resplendent vision before me, my heart pounding wildly.

“Enough, you coquettes! Proper attire is in order,” Zhao Xinyi admonished, exasperated by Wang Tong’s antics—a familiar spectacle in our lively dormitory.

Undeterred, Wang Tong pressed her hand upon my chest, her fingers probing and pinching lightly. To our collective astonishment, my body yielded as though fashioned from sponge, compressing under her touch, only to rebound with a resilience most elastic.

“Come now, allow me to experience it,” Shen Bing chimed excitedly, joining the exploration with her own curious caresses.

“Cease your ministrations!” I bellowed, desperately clinging to my dignity. “Though you enchantresses may delight in such indulgence, I remain a man of pride—and a virgin at that!” Clasping my sensitive regions, I forbade further advances, wary of these impish interlopers.

“Bah, a mere touch shall not cost a morsel of flesh. Come now, dear sibling, allow your elder sister her playful exploration,” Wang Tong teased with rakish delight.

“Pray, what sorcery is this?” Zhao Xinyi marveled. “Were you not a ghost? How now do you possess such a tangible form?”

“I slept last night and, inexplicably, became so,” I replied, mystified. “It is as if I have been granted a miraculous corporeality.”

“Have you transformed into a being of rubber?” someone mused.

Even as Shen Bing’s delicate hand continued its inquisitive journey over my form, I could scarce recall ever having come so near to such bewitching beauties in mortal life.

“Enough—your incessant caresses render me delirious with ticklish sensation!” I exclaimed, attempting to evade the tender ministrations of Shen Bing’s soft and fragrant touch.

“Enough, let us cease this misadventure,” Zhao Xinyi commanded as she surveyed the merry commotion. “How long, pray tell, will this farce persist? The entire day, perhaps? And can you still vanish from sight?”

“I believe I may,” I answered, a flicker of hope illuminating my tone, as I endeavored to conceal my form. “But can you see me?”

The trio shook their heads in unison.

“Then indeed, I possess the faculty of invisibility. As for this body,” I continued, “I remain a mystery—even in death, I seem to defy the finality by remaining nearly tangible.”

“Perhaps it is the nascent prowess of your mystic arts. Persist, and perchance you shall someday reclaim true humanity—a complete, robust form.”

Zhao Xinyi ventured boldly, “In light of your condition, it may not be long before you not only regain your body but thrive—potentially outlasting our feeble mortal coil. What a wondrous revelation! I must study you further, for science demands exacting scrutiny.”

In that moment, the bewitching Zhao Xinyi assumed the air of an eccentric savant—one whose fervent curiosity bordered on the mad, as if she sought to unravel the arcane secrets of life itself.

Haunted by memories of terror and bloodshed, I shrank back in fear, as Zhao Xinyi’s feverish gaze rendered me a mere specimen destined for dissection. In my distress, I struggled to regain composure.

Yet, as I prepared my escape, Zhao Xinyi surged forward, seizing me with relentless curiosity, her hands roaming over my supple form. “Ah, the elasticity is remarkable!” she exclaimed. “I must conduct precise experiments and procure further samples for analysis.”

“Zhao Xinyi, you have truly lost your senses!” I muttered, as Wang Tong and Shen Bing watched with bemused detachment, while she scribbled notes with feverish urgency.

At last, unable to endure further, I declared, “I am personal property! Any additional, unsolicited contact shall incur a fee—be it for research or any other purpose. Cease your ministrations at once!” And, amid the riotous advances of these enchanting seductresses, I fled in disarray.

“Whose property do you claim to be? Declare it clearly, lest I deem you mine for all eternity!” Wang Tong pursued, her voice laced with playful reproach.

“Have you not already embraced me without due compensation?” she chided with a sultry glance. “You must assume responsibility for me—otherwise, be prepared to answer my reckoning!”

“Responsibility?” I inquired nervously, furrowing my brow. “How am I to be held accountable?”

“Simply this: for today’s examination, you shall procure the answers for me with utmost discretion. Should you err, know that the blame shall fall squarely upon you. If I fail and am deprived of my diploma, I shall sell you to the circus—as a monstrous marvel to dazzle the masses.”

“Truly, the most venomous of hearts!” I thought bitterly, though outwardly I conceded, “Very well—consider it done. I shall shoulder this trivial task and ensure its completion.”