Miss Ghost Story, Please Stop Clinging to Me

The night has three watches.

At the first watch, the woman wears a ritual robe and performs a grand ceremony. She takes up a nail and a hammer, speaking softly. Her slender fingers lift the hem of her garment; beneath the gauzy veil, her lamb-fat-white skin gleams like jade, and she smiles again and again.

At the second watch, the woman sets out red candles and hangs wedding decorations. She wears a red, feather-woven gown, with a slender waist and a curving bottom, and delicately applies plum-blossom makeup. Her pale fingers trace his chest, her thighs pressed against him, fragrant and alluring. She is bewitching beyond compare.

At the third watch, the woman is wrapped in white gauze, her face bare of makeup. She calls, “My dear,” then removes the head from her shoulders and splits open her torso. A mouth falls out of her belly, grinning as it says, “Come, let us be a pair of doomed lovers.”

“My dear~ What do you think of this story?”

“...”

“That's why you should never trust women, especially beautiful ones.”

Indeed...

His mouth twitched.

You wicked woman, stop pestering me!

The ancients said: There are traces of immortals, but no one knows what they have seen or where they have gone without a trace.

For ages, people have sought them and worshipped the immortals, but none have been seen. The two realms must lie apart, with no traffic between the impure and the pure.

It is the other side of the realm, the land of the Immortals.

[Lighthearted Romance with Multiple Heroines, Rule-Based Horror, No NTR!]