stairs?

It's not a big deal to be half exhausted when climbing down from such a high place. What if the lights on that floor were broken and something jumped out from the dark corridor? Wouldn't it be more dangerous? The building manager has a lot of dreams!

I stared at the red "18" symbol on the elevator in front of me and ran out of ideas for a moment.

18?The elevator stops at the 18th floor now?

Eighteen, eighteen, not very auspicious...ah!

I was thinking about it, and suddenly I was scared:

In our place, because eighteen is easily associated with the eighteenth level of hell, which is a bit unlucky, there is usually no eighteenth floor. And I clearly remember now that the roof of our house is the damn one!!

Could it be that that girl just now... wasn't a human either!?

In an instant, the thought of having sex with her was completely thrown away by me.

Damn, why are you so beautiful? This ghost’s plastic surgery is much better than that of Korea!

Suddenly, a downward-pointing arrow appeared under the "18" character on the elevator.

No, that female ghost is coming down!?

I held my breath and stared intently at the numbers displayed on the elevator.

The old elevator made a squeaking sound.

However, the elevator only rang for a while and then became quieter, as if it was about to stop.

Sure enough, the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor!!

Damn it, I really can’t stand this!

I shivered, and before the elevator door opened, I slipped into the room.

The moment I entered, I saw the staircase leading to the 18th floor or the 18th floor of hell.

I saw a man in black clothes hanging from the roof with a rope, swinging back and forth in the cold wind.

His face was towards me, staring at me indifferently.

Damn it, the outside is scarier than the inside, damn!

I took out my house key and locked the door firmly from the inside.

I don't know how much trouble my action will bring to my future escape, but now I just beg the female ghost not to come in, and I don't care about anything else.

I stepped back into the living room step by step, each step filled with fear.

Things are now far beyond my control.

I have no idea what will happen next when I step out.

For example, there is a "squeaking" sound coming from behind me now.

grass!

Who came out of the house?

I looked back carefully.

It was so dark in the living room that I couldn't see anything clearly.

Damn it, the house is full of ghosts inside and outside, and you can’t let anyone live anymore!?

I just felt like my chest was going to explode with anger. The feeling of being unable to find my enemy made me extremely angry.

Suddenly, I felt a hand tap on my shoulder.

good chance!

My left hand flew to my shoulder as if reflexively.

bingo!

This time my hand didn't grab anything, and I could clearly feel what I was holding.

It feels like a cold hand.

I almost exhausted all my strength, grabbed the hand on my shoulder with my left hand, and then used the grasping method I learned from my father to draw a half arc counterclockwise. I turned around with my right foot and stepped forward at the same time.

behind that person.

It is indeed a human figure!

In my panic, I didn't see clearly who it was, but my right hand had already pressed against the shoulder joint of the man's left arm. My left hand changed from holding it in my mouth to grabbing it, and I suddenly twisted the wrist behind the man's back.

This series of actions sounds complicated, but in that thrilling situation, I did it unexpectedly and naturally, just like flowing clouds and flowing water.

I only heard a girl's delicate and slightly painful cry of "ah". Her body lost balance and fell to the ground.

Is this fucking female ghost again?

I carefully looked at the "captive" in front of me, and the more I looked at her, the more familiar she seemed.

Damn it! Isn’t this T-girl D just my cheating sister!!

Damn it, I caught the wrong person!

I quickly let go of my hand, leaned down and asked her with concern:

"How's it going? It doesn't matter, right?"

The younger sister frowned tightly, still maintaining the same posture as before, with her head lowered and her hands behind her back, kneeling on the ground motionless.

"Hey, hey... say something, I'm scared of you like this..."

Seeing her motionless look, I couldn't help but think of some inexplicable creatures again, and I couldn't help but shudder.

I looked up at the living room.

The surrounding environment is very quiet.

As quiet as death.

It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear your breathing.

"Ding……"

Suddenly, I heard the sound of water drops falling to the ground.

Where did the sound of water come from?

I looked around cautiously and found nothing unusual.

"Ding……"

Another drop.

I followed the sound and saw that the sound seemed to come from below my sister.

"Wow……"

My sister suddenly started crying loudly. It really shocked me to be in such a weird environment!

I looked at my sister's face, and there were tears constantly flowing down from the corners of her eyes, like pearls being broken.

Are those her tears?

I felt a pang of guilt.

I originally planned to protect her, but now I got hurt.

However, this feeling of guilt only lasted for less than a minute and disappeared.

After hearing the way my sister cried, I felt that the only reaction I could make was-dumbfounded.

TM I made her cry so hard. Her cry was so shocking that it was beyond the power of a human being to scream. I was at a loss for a moment and didn’t know what to do, so I could only hug her gently.

Her waist made her throw herself on my shoulder and continue crying.

Fuck, it’s okay if you don’t get close, but the sound effect is even more shocking when you get closer.

I hugged my sister gently.

Suddenly, this feeling of nephrite in my arms stimulated me.

My mind wandered and I began to enjoy this welfare moment.

Only by being in such close contact with your sister can you feel that she has really grown up. Needless to say, the fragrance in her hair, the fullness and elasticity of her chest are no less than those of a school beauty, plus her slender figure

Smooth waist... The only regret is that I never get tired of staring at her face all day long, and it seems a little worse than the female ghost upstairs.

Damn! I really feel like I'm a scumbag. Girls are crying so much, but I still think about those disharmonious things like an animal? I deeply despise myself here.

After a while, my sister's cries gradually subsided, but her body still twitched occasionally. Her body was now pressed tightly against mine, and every time she twitched, my chest was deeply connected to some of her private parts.

After a deep contact, I don’t know how many times she twitched. I just felt that my whole body was so happy. I originally planned to say a few words to comfort her, but now they were all blocked in my throat and I swallowed them back. Just now

I deeply despised those words I said, and I forgot all about them.

I don’t know how long it took, but my sister finally calmed down.

As the stimulation on my side became smaller and smaller, my brain gradually began to wake up. Damn, I didn’t expect that physical stimulation has such a big impact on the brain. Everyone, listen to me. You should try to masturbate as little as possible in the future.
To be continued...