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A warm, gentle breeze drifted from the concealed vents of the air conditioner, brushing across the spacious high-rise bathroom that overlooked the glittering nightscape of Taipei. I stood before the imported marble vanity and twisted the faucet open. The muted sound of water cascading against stone filled the room. Lately, a series of inexplicable, frustrating events had left me completely drained, both physically and mentally.
I smirked at my reflection with bitter self-mockery and squeezed out a dollop of men’s face wash, its subtle woody scent cutting through the humidity. Rubbing it between my palms into a thick, creamy lather, I closed my eyes and spread the cool foam evenly across my face. My hands moved in practiced circles from forehead to jawline, clinging to this daily ritual just to wash away the exhaustion and loosen my frayed nerves.
Right as the thick lather covered my face, plunging me into temporary darkness and silence, my eyelids twitched. A strange shift in air pressure hit me—a subtle tightening of air density, like an invisible gaze locking directly onto my skin. I instinctively tilted my head toward the massive anti-fog mirror. Cupping a handful of warm water, I splashed it hard against my face, rinsing the foam away. When I opened my eyes and blinked through the droplets clinging to my lashes, my heart seized violently at the reflection.
Reflected beside my own exhausted, sharp-contoured face was a stunningly voluptuous young woman standing inside the mirror world, hovering right behind me. She wore a daring, skin-tight scarlet minidress that clashed violently against the elegant marble background. The plunging neckline revealed deep, creamy cleavage, while her slight turn showed the full curves of her chest spilling out in a breathtaking arc. Her back was bare all the way down to the upper swell of her perky, rounded ass. Matching red stilettos made her long legs look impossibly slender. Tilting her head, she gave me a wicked, intoxicating smile. Her almond-shaped eyes glowed with an unnatural, deep crimson light as they locked onto mine.
I sucked in a sharp breath, every muscle in my body locking tight from the shock. I spun around—the bathroom was empty. Only the faint woody scent of my face wash remained in the air. Rubbing my eyes, I turned back to the mirror, but it was just a smooth pane reflecting my solitary figure. I began to question if severe sleep deprivation was causing hallucinations. Yet, logic told me this was too real. Mocking myself while searching for a scientific explanation, I closed my eyes again to dry my face. But the moment darkness should have taken over, the impossible happened—my vision didn’t go black. Instead, I could clearly “see” the mirror in my mind, and the woman in red was still there, her smile growing wider, more radiant, and infinitely more dangerous. This was far more real than any high-end, immersive VR experience on the market.
I slowly opened my eyes. The mirror was normal again. After the string of absurd events I had experienced lately, my nerves had grown fiercely resilient; fear no longer came first. I hung up the towel and walked calmly into the bedroom. If this supernatural phenomenon kept seeking me out, running wasn’t an option for someone who likes to stay in control. Looking around the room, I walked over to the corner and firmly lifted the sleek, leather Pippa Folding Armchair. I placed it directly in front of the full-length mirror, sat down, relaxed my body, and closed my eyes—waiting to see what game she was playing. And right on cue, it began.
Inside the darkness of my closed eyes, the mirror flared to life. The moment she saw me sitting there, her wicked smile melted into something closer to worship and raw hunger. Then, she moved. She slowly raised one pale, jade-like arm and reached straight through the glass, piercing the boundary of reality. Cool, impossibly soft fingers wrapped around my hand with undeniable strength.
“Eric… my name is Faye. Come with me…” Her velvety voice echoed directly inside my mind like a lingering breath.
A violent force yanked me forward. The world spun, and the fabric of space folded and stretched as I was dragged deep into the mirror’s abyss.
When the intense vertigo faded, I snapped my eyes open. I wasn’t in my bedroom or bathroom, but lying on a vast, moonlit grassland. The air smelled of damp earth and pine. The surroundings were terrifyingly familiar—this was unmistakably Qingtiangang on Yangmingshan. A brilliant full moon hung in the dark sky, bathing the pasture in silver light. Not far away, a young couple in their early twenties were tangled together, frantically kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. Their heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric echoed in the quiet night. We were experiencing a bizarre, one-way sensory dimension; the young couple had no idea we were there, completely oblivious as they passionately explored each other’s bodies in the cool mountain breeze.
I tried to move and realized I was completely bound. Thick, living crimson petals had wrapped around my body from the shoulders down like a living cocoon, their warm surface pulsing with a strange, independent life. Worse, I felt completely naked beneath them, my clothes entirely stripped away. The petals pulsed with a strange, warm, muscular strength, tightening whenever I struggled. Faye stepped out of the moonlight. She certainly wasn’t human. Her crimson eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as she glanced at the young couple with curiosity before turning her attention back to me.
She knelt in front of me. The motion stretched her tight red dress dangerously across her full curves while the generous weight of her chest spilled forward. With deliberate slowness, her slender fingers peeled back the thick petals covering my groin. The moment my hard cock sprang free into the cool night air, her eyes flashed with raw lust. Mimicking the girl in the distance, she leaned down and took the swollen head into her hot, small mouth in one smooth motion. It was a spectacular sensation; her inner mouth was slick and warm, and her tongue immediately began swirling greedily around the sensitive tip, licking and teasing as she sucked hard.
She looked up at me with those crimson eyes, desperate to read my reaction while trying to draw out my essence. The slick heat and powerful suction were overwhelming, but I clenched my jaw and held back with sheer, iron willpower, refusing to break.
Frustrated by her failed attempt, Faye glanced at the young couple again. The man was now roughly groping the girl’s breasts inside her shirt. Faye tore the front of her dress open, the fabric tearing slightly as her full curves spilled out, rosy nipples stiff in the moonlight. She pressed them together around my throbbing shaft, creating a tight, deep crevice. She began stroking me with long, tight movements. The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh sliding between her warm curves filled the air, lubricated by her fluids as she rocked her body. The pleasure was intense, but I kept breathing steadily, locking the heat deep in my lower abdomen.
She kept sliding against me while watching the grass nearby. The young man had stopped briefly to catch his breath, but Faye didn’t copy that. Her clever eyes darted around, and she suddenly spun around, presenting her full, rounded cheeks right in front of my face, releasing an intoxicating wave of pheromones. In this reversed position, she leaned down and swallowed my cock straight down her throat. The tight, wet heat of her throat gripped my thick length all the way to the base. She sucked hard, creating a powerful vacuum that aggressively milked my sensitive nerves.
“Come… Faye wants all of it…” she moaned around my shaft, her voice slurring into a dirty, desperate moan. Still, I held onto my consciousness, overpowering the pleasure with sheer determination.
Desperation finally showed in her red eyes after another failure. She glanced at the couple—the girl was now riding the man hard. Faye understood immediately. She straddled me in a deep squat, aligned my cock with her soaked entrance, and slowly sank down. The moment my thick length stretched her tight, wet heat and buried itself to the hilt, a broken, ecstatic moan tore from her throat.
“Ah… hah… human heat… so thick… so hot inside Faye…” She began riding me with a desperate, frantic rhythm, her red dress riding up to reveal her fair, voluptuous thighs. Her full curves bounced and swayed with every thrust. Inside her, those mysterious inner walls clenched and rippled around my shaft like living tentacles, massaging every inch. Wet, squelching sounds filled the night as she slammed down against me again and again. Sweat glistened on her collarbones, but I still refused to come, teetering on the edge of the peak but never falling over.
Faye’s eyes grew frantic. She looked at the couple a third time—they had shifted into a brutal doggy-style position. Faye made her choice. With a whispered spell, the crimson petals binding me withered away. The instant my limbs were free, my suppressed energy exploded. My strong, well-conditioned body jolted, and my hunter’s instinct immediately seized this perfect chance to turn the tables.
Her swollen entrance was still twitching, dripping with juices. As Faye turned to get into a kneeling position, I grabbed her shoulders like iron clamps. I slammed her down onto the grass, forcing her into the same deep doggy-style posture. Faye gasped sharply, her crimson eyes flashing with panic and disbelief. The rhythm was completely mine now. I pinned my chest against her smooth, bare back, feeling her chaotic thoughts, and drove my thick, vein-lined cock into her wet depths in one hard, brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
I straightened up, gripped her wide hips tightly, and began pounding her like a relentless piling machine. Every stroke bottomed out deep inside her warm walls. The sharp, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed across the grassland, mixed with the squelching of her fluids. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on one firm cheek. Crack! Her flesh rippled violently. “Ugh—!” Faye cried out, but her hips instinctively pushed back against me, her pussy clenching tighter as if begging for more.
Overwhelmed by my dominant, unyielding pace, she was being consumed by her own rising pleasure. Every thrust pulled out thick waves of translucent nectar, and the scent in the air became intoxicatingly thick. Her inner muscles began to spasm wildly, and she lost control fast, her hands weakly pressing into the grass as her body slid forward with every brutal stroke.
“Ah—! Eric! S-Slower… it’s too much… you’re going to break Faye’s pussy…! It’s tearing… so thick… you’re gonna ruin Faye’s hole…!” she sobbed, her voice breaking into desperate, tearful moans.
Under my forceful dominance, Faye finally shattered. Her inner walls seized in high-frequency, rhythmic contractions, pushing my pleasure to the absolute brink. At that exact moment, the young man nearby let out a wild roar as he came. The sound acted as a bizarre catalyst. “Ahhhhh—!” Faye completely collapsed, her eyes rolling back as her mouth hung open, drool slipping down her chin as she drowned in an extreme orgasm. Her body lost all strength, curling forward onto the grass while her ass stayed raised.
I gave her no mercy. Pinning her trembling hips back up in place, I unleashed a final, tempestuous storm of rapid thrusts, burying my burning shaft into her spasming body again and again.
The exact moment my final thrust bottomed out deep inside her womb, her survival instinct awakened. From the depths of her core, several delicate, translucent pink tendrils unfurled. Slick, alive, and highly elastic, they shot forward and wrapped tightly around the swollen head of my cock, coiling around the sensitive ridge like tiny, powerful octopus tentacles. Squeezing and milking me in perfect sync with her spasming walls, they targeted my most vulnerable nerves. The sensation was too much. The heat exploded from my lower abdomen. I roared, driving my hips forward as thick, scalding ropes of cum erupted from me, pumping straight into the depths of her womb while the tendrils continued their relentless milking.
Our heavy panting echoed in the night air, our skin drenched in sweat. Nearby, the young couple had finished, dressed, and were now snuggling affectionately under the moonlight. But at that exact moment, the massive surge of spiritual energy released by Faye’s shattering orgasm caused the magnetic fields of our dimensions to sync up. The frequency of the void and reality aligned, causing a sudden spatial overlap. The one-way sensory veil instantly became a two-way mirror. The couple turned their heads and froze in horror as they clearly saw the disheveled woman in red, her face still flushed with dazed euphoria, staring back at them from the empty grass. The scene on the desolate pasture was utterly terrifying. They screamed and scrambled to flee—only to look back and spot the scenic park webcam pointed directly at them. Panicking over the realization that “Mr. Webcam” had caught them in the act, they bolted into the darkness even faster.
A blinding flash of white light consumed my vision. The moment my senses were cut off, the familiar woody scent hit my nose. I snapped my eyes open to find myself sitting perfectly upright in the leather Pippa Folding Armchair in my bedroom. In the full-length mirror ahead, there was only my own reflection—chest heaving as I gasped for air, skin drenched in sweat, muscles still trembling from the intensity. Looking into my own eyes as they slowly calmed, I knew with absolute certainty that what had just happened was no illusion. This absurd, hyper-realistic erotic encounter had quietly ended in the dead of the Taipei night.