Dragos is frustrated when a soul reaper named Radella uses his shitty apartment as a base. He can always see the ghost, but chooses to ignore the girl. She buys, thinking he can't see her. After increasingly desperate attempts to get the girl out, the shot backfires ... because she arouses voyeuristic tendencies! It turns out that Radella likes to watch him masturbate!
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Trains never close their mouths. Or better yet, people arguing outside. The neighborhood was also not pretty. The landlord of Dragos never fixed any of the problems that his shitty apartment had .. no one in their right mind would choose to live here ..
So, why the hell a Reaper of Souls?
Sigh.
The 29-year-old lit a cigarette, sitting on the couch. He pretended to be curious about the way the smoke moved in the air, as if the black-haired girl was not shaking her away from her face.
Dragos groped his five-meter scruffy beard ... maybe shaving wasn't so bad. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, listening as the spirit used some kind of spell to get in touch with other people. There was a demon that she had been hunting for some time. Dragos was very lucky to have his miserable apartment as a base for this girl.
It had been a month ...
Each time the tiny girl came in through the window, she did her own thing. Dragos couldn't see it, right?
But, oh, he could. Very well. Moretti could always see the ghost. His spiritual conscience was unfortunately still intact in his later years. But he chose to ignore it completely. Now, the way life has been, the sullen redhead continued with that decision.
"Radella, we will accompany you tonight."
"Yes, Nii-sama. Thank you."
Radella. That was her name ...
When the hell are you leaving, Radella?
Dragos Moretti did not want anyone in his house, much less an unwanted guest. This girl was so annoying. The 29-year-old would wake up with cartoons at 6 am. Food would be consumed. Furniture would be moved. The whole time she would stand beside him, feeling bad and apologizing while he pretended he had no idea.
Then she would bring in other reapers. A tall red-haired brute with tattoos, one with black hair with more tattoos on his face, what about the tattoos where they came from ?! Then a white-haired boy came, talked nonsense about Dragos's house and then about Dragos! This made the ginger gnash his teeth, but he had to bite his tongue as much as it irritated him. A big busty drink also appeared, dropping the shit on the fan.
Dragos had to leave before he cursed them for packing his house.
Why didn't the young woman leave? Anything but stay with him ..
At least it was quiet today and it looked like she was planning to leave for a while.
Dragos got up from the couch, walking through the reaper of souls to the bathroom. He shaved, hoping that the time it took was long enough for the little shinigami to leave.
But it was not.
You got to be kidding me.
The 29-year-old groaned, gaining Radella's attention. Oh man, here we go ... curious outlined in his features. Why was the human man upset? And of course she needed to find out.
No. Fuck. Way.
It was back to the first day. The first time she laid eyes on him, looking deeply to try to find an answer to which Dragos did not know the question. The young woman became her shadow, pushing the older man over the wall.
No, you have to leave. I want you out. You will leave...
..But how? He had tried everything in the book, desperately - or perfectly planned and executed. Nothing worked. It was 32 days since this shinigami invaded your life! Every irritating thing that Dragos did during those weeks meant nothing. She persevered.
Incredibly loud music? - Suddenly the girl had a heavy sleep.
No extra blankets and the guest bed sold? - Okay, the shinigami slept next to him!
When Dragos bought a single mattress and there was no more space for her, she chose her damn closet!
Hey, how about eating out? So there was no food at home, she chose another base with support, right? Don't worry, Radella had spiritual energy infused in rice balls to keep it full!
Dragos had dark circles now. Weeks of behavior that would make any normal roommate run for the mountains. But this shinigami? She was not going anywhere ..
That's it. He had to raise the bet. Somehow..
Radella soon left, leaving Dragos with more than enough time to think of a plan.
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It was 4:39 am. The Reaper of Souls looked worn out. Good news then, that demon must have been vanquished! Finally! The 29-year-old could get his damn apartment back.
Right?
Do not.
Dragos walked to the bathroom, passing Radella and the red-haired tattooed man on the way there. His jowl tightened when he heard the Soul Reapers discuss their plans now. Tell Guro he was coming home. Radella Mercier would stay a little longer.
Fuck me.
The redhead slammed the door, massaging the bridge of his nose. He was so angry. Was that annoying bitch getting even more !? Still?! It's been over a month! If it was a week, fine, if it were two, fine. But a month and she wants even more !?
The cold water in the sink didn't cool Dragos either.
Suddenly, as he tried to calm himself down, the young woman entered the door. Very clear. He ground his teeth, pretending to look through the clothes in the basket.
The dejected soul reaper ran his hands gently under the water, bringing it to wipe the dried blood above his cheek. It wasn't too bad, especially bruises invisible to the eyes under the uniform. But most of the time, what was visible was now resolved.
Dragos grimaced, knowing that soon the petite reaper would return to his closet and fell asleep.
Forget about hospitality, do you want to stay at a man's house? A man who doesn't know you're there? Good.
The man with the apricot hair climbed into the bathroom, lifted the seat and pulled the stick out.
Over there. Are you sure you want to continue with this?
Dragos looked ahead, he knew Radella was looking. He could feel it and was aware of how disgusted she was probably ...
Right?
The reaper of souls, out of his sight at the moment ... watched.
She had never seen the man in such a state. Every time he changed, she left the room or when he showered she left the post. The girl ran her fingers through her hair, pushing that strand out of the way. That? It seemed quite inappropriate and wrong, disrespectful too. This was Dragos Moretti's home and looking at his naked lower half ... while he was getting ready to empty his bladder was definitely not right.
The shinigami put his hand on his head, turning around. "Sumimasen, Moretti Dragos." She apologized - bowing slightly. Hmm. So she was an amateur, as Dragos imagined.
But his mission failed. She apologized and did not give up on staying there. Damn it, Radella, can't you be like any other woman and be disgusted if they almost see a guy piss? Even though her last attempt was a failure - technically she just left after that ... just the room, but still; It's a start.
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This happened 4 days later. She hadn't even gone on a mission again - she was just parked in his fucking house!
Dragos. Could not. To endure. That. More.
It was hard to get used to at first. Of course, 'she's not there', but damn, she was. So the 29-year-old hesitated with his plan at first. But he was comfortable after the first few days.
Walking naked!
Not really, but from your room to the shower, out of the shower back to your room. It was terrible, wasn't it? Peeing with the door open, etc. Radella seemed to blink elsewhere, suddenly spending time outside for longer than before.
Your plan was working!
Up until..
Radella abandoned her mission early. It didn't help, she left the responsibility to Guro. Focusing was not on his agenda, the room where it was stored was occupied by something else.
Much wider.
What was overcoming her? Why did she feel so much weight on her shoulders? So much weight on your heart, so twisted, heated ... pressure between your thighs ... Moisture accumulated in your panties.
Suddenly, there was a sound below. Moretti had stopped watching TV and was returning to his room.
She felt ashamed, it took a second before she got up and went out the window. The cold air outside didn't seem to answer his questions either.
However, after some self-advice, the young reaper vowed never to fantasize about such a thing and move on.
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Another week passed. Dragos returned from the store after work. He abandoned the idea of just eating out. Not that Radella Mercier was going to stay long enough to eat his food ... not with the new plan he has.
It was difficult, it took some time to convince yourself. But he knew he would make the shinigami record that. Lately she was barely there, only coming back at night. So, obviously, she wasn't so comfortable or she was getting ready to leave or at least find another place to stay.
Perfect.
Radella sat on the far right of the sofa, she and the heated human. Groceries were stored and he was watching TV.
She wondered when Guro or Marlon made their presence known again in the human world. But at the same time it was bittersweet, which would mean it was time for her to come back and she liked what human life had to offer-
The black-haired woman stood motionless, watching as the man beside her patted his dick through her pants. His vision returned to television, the channels far more numerous and far more adult in content.
The bulge Moretti attended to was getting much bigger. Why couldn't she look away? She had already seen it, it was no big deal.
It is soft however, I want to see your dick completely ..
Why did it come to your mind? But it was not the first time ..
Dragos swore under his breath. Ignoring the shinigami on his left, just imagining how fast it would come out as soon as he realized what he was about to do ... he hesitated for another moment, tracing the outline of its length as he watched the American milfs on the screen being surrounded. More blood ran south. It felt so good just with the light touches on his pants.
However, that was kind of difficult ... there was someone else in the room ...
Fuck it.
That would be hilarious, wouldn't it? That shinigami's face as she admits defeat.
It made him want to smile at the thought.
Finally, he left. His hardened extension bounced against his abdomen, earning a low sigh.
Radella felt so hot, so hot and the only thing that could cool her was to watch him.
Not again.
No - it was time to leave. Clearly, this man was about to give himself pleasure. He had no idea that someone was watching, that was wrong.
She bit her lip.
Disrespectful and inappropriate.
She bit harder ..
It was not the first time that the young woman had to say this to herself ... she swallowed the lumps that resided in her throat, standing up to apologize. It was enough, she promised herself.
Dragos pumped himself lazily, changing channels with his free hand. Keeping an eye on the standing reaper, savoring his small victory. Half-closed eyes soon came to a happy end when his head fell back. The warm man was enjoying the tight siege he created - and the face of his uninvited guest was about to end his contract. "This is faith," Dragos bit his lip. "- so fucking go od .."
Disrespectful and inappropriate.
Gently those lids opened again, looking at the roof ... he lifted his hips, readjusting himself a little, moving his balls that were squeezing.
Wait...
Radella ...
She was..
Dragos blinked a few times, trying to focus elsewhere in the room. His chest started to move a little faster with the movements. He couldn't react, he had to pretend that the shinigami was not there. He had to pretend that she wasn't looking at him like that. Continue too ..
"Sh-lo," he whispered, still almost looking in his direction before his vision hit me back on the TV.
His unsuspecting behavior threatened to expose the more he continued ... the more his heated eyes managed to spy on the woman ... but this had to end, Dragos needed to remain unaware, even if the reaper of souls .. sat next to him then.
What the fuck?
Why didn't she leave? Why didn't Radella feel like creating distance ?!
Her orgasm was getting closer and the closer she got, the little shinigami filled with water. Dragos watched her expression, once, then twice ... again for good measure.
Holy shit.
She ... is enjoying it.
Both hands were on one of his thighs, large violet orbs were glued to his penis and features. Watching his satisfied face before returning to its hardened extension. Radella loved it. She was obsessed, with no going back - she had fun with it.
The redhead slowed down for a moment ... rethinking everything. Was the reaper of souls inside him !? - And I wanted to see you masturbate !?
Dragos groaned, lifting his hips a little higher to fuck the inside of his fist. Her whole body flushed at the thought, her thighs locked, her body tingled and it hurt. All the dirty pressure built up overnight, in the last month ...
"F u –Fu ck ye s ..!"
That was it, Dragos had come in his hand in front of her, trying to contain his moan, but he failed, using his free fist to try to stifle the exhaustion and pleasure that fell from his lips. His sweaty body gently shook with each load. He sat there, trying to calm himself as he continued to pump lazily - trying to ignore Radella.
Trying so hard ...
His penis contracted a little, causing some of his split sperm to land on the shinigami's face. At which she smiled and tasted.
Oh fuck ..
He got up weak and went to the bathroom. The hot, humid bath could not clear his foggy thoughts.
Dragos wanted Radella to leave at the beginning.
So she sparked voyeuristic tendencies ...
The 29-year-old took longer than expected in the bathroom, confronting his new feelings about his stay.
Damn it.
An 'extraordinary respectful soul reaper' turned out to be a hot slut who hit on him.
Suddenly ... well, Dragos didn't want her out. If that's how she wanted it ..
The bath temperature seemed to remain on his skin for a long time, settling on his bones as well. Passing Radella in her room or passing her did not irritate him, but it seemed to light something deep inside.
His entire plan was a failure. Start to finish. But Dragos would not be a bad loser. Oh no..
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Dragos bought a new bed, suitable for both of them. He was nervous, something consistent started to dig into his mind. It was toxic to let such a thing run its course over the past week.
But he couldn't get it out of his head.
For the first time, his plan was a success. Radella abandoned the closet and lay down next to him that night.
He pretended not to notice, of course, taking off his shirt before joining her on his bed.
It didn't take long for her to start watching, abusing his swollen lips with those teeth as he started to touch himself again. Radella was lost again, mesmerized by the human man.
She struggled trying not to touch her bed, sucking on her free fingers. The first time she was taken by surprise by Moretti's cock playing in her mind. The way he seemed to undress the next night, taking off his pants before going to the bathroom. The night on the couch ... now this ... He took care of his body, she could see it easily. The home training equipment was no accident.
Shaggy hair, scowling face, toned muscles, hairy legs and ... a big stick.
He was exposed, naked, naked, naked.
He couldn't see it.
He didn't notice.
He did not know.
"Oh God ..! Yes..mhm m–" The girl whimpered, finally giving in to pain. His moan made the fire inside Dragos get bigger.
The tips of his first two fingers tickled her swollen clitoris, using the moisture to make small circles against him hard. The ginger went crazy, so fucking excited. Dragos Moretti's inability to see her also left Radella at maximum. The fact that he was in the dark about this shinigami watching it made it gush into his fingers.
Not even a reflection of logical thinking was present. Only her. Dragos looked closely, indifferent if she noticed. Her pussy was very pink, coming with him - he deserved the right.
"Please .." His voice was angelic ..
Radella sat cross-legged beside him, dipping her hand into her pajama pants. The black-haired reaper was watching, fucking him in the process. The other joined in, playing with the entrance to his tight hole. Delicate legs locked, breathing became difficult and rough. That was close.
So close.
Her lilac eyes meet his half-closed, in a surprise of tightness in his chest with his deep gaze.
Could he see it !?
Dragos sat half-upright, leaning slightly on his elbow towards her. The heated man huffed hot air, then clenched his jaw when the hot load finally fired, some finding refuge in the masturbating shinigami's lap and in his sheets. His brown orbs were glued to a vision so dirty before him. Her flushed face as that delicate figure moved in a delicious way, made the ginger overheat. That orgasm made his vision darken before returning, taking the gravity away just to put it back at once. It was amazing.
Suddenly, his head fell back, making the girl realize that he couldn't see her as she feared.
But seeing such a thing for Radella ..
"Dra ... gos ..!"
She squeezed, her throbbing pussy seeped into her fingers and moistened Moretti's sheets too. The young shinigami moaned, deliciously whispering the man's name as his orgasm fucked her. The black-haired shinigami then fell, resting her face on the human's chest as she continued to overcome the pulsating sensations. She opened her mouth and kissed his bare skin. She longed for the friction against her lips as her lower body contracted with the dirty waves of electricity, giving the man a mirror effect. Being so close to your heart ... it felt so good.
Dragos loved the feeling, so close to revealing the truth ..
Radella turned, letting her head rest on him for another moment. Oh, how she wished Dragos Moretti could see her ... The reaper of souls put his hand on her head. She pulled the other out of her pajamas, grabbing the sheet. The girl questioned herself again, unable to find an answer. Not convinced that it would not happen again ..
The sweaty human took a second, enjoying the soft sounds of his breath as he recovered his. He liked his presence, so comfortable and close to him. Soon Dragos cleaned himself, removing his sheet to replace and go to the shower.
Radella stayed in bed, feeling all kinds of bad. Perhaps it would be good for her to leave so soon.
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This went on for weeks.
He would sit on the side sofa, she would be opposite him. Those creamy skin thighs spread as she played with herself. Dragos was a pleasure, giving her what she wanted every time. Jerking off like it was nobody's business, like nobody was watching ..
Their bond grew, however, even outside of distorted pleasure. Dragos found himself wanting to spend more time with her, one way or another. Leaving cute things on the TV just to be close to that shinigami's company. Waiting all night until she comes back ... Unable to fall asleep until Radella was at your side.
The uninvited guest of the house struggled to stay for a long time, always asking her captain for more duties in the human world. She just wanted to see him, get as close to the human with the apricot hair as she could.
But that day has finally come.
Tribunal Vivo prohibits the reaper from visiting the human world. Many stays in such a short time have led to suspicion. If Mercier broke his rule of violation, he would be expelled - only his spirit body is locked out of the spirit world.
Permanently.
Marlon Mercier was angry. Required answers, clarification as to why she stayed for months when the original stay was to be only for a few weeks. None of the answers was sufficient.
"It's the man, isn't it?"
"N-no. He's not -"
"I see. You have feelings for him. He created emotions within you that stifled your ethnic work."
"Nii-sama, please,"
His hand went up. "Enough. If you want to prove you're going to recover, then you will."
Radella promised the Living Tribunal and her brother that she would not visit the human world.
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When Dragos returned from work, the soul reaper was gone. But he knew she would be back. He waited for her that night. He would reveal his secret.
But then a week went by ..
Then another ..
A whole month too.
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I think I got what I wanted.
Sadness had its eyes. Bitterness greeted his tongue.
No katana placed against his wall, no phone on the counter. All the food was intact, no snacks were taken.
His bed was cold at night. Very cold.
He missed her.
Dragos Moretti really missed her. But she finally left, as he always wished. So the 29 year old should be happy and not unhappy, right?
He found himself taking night walks outside, purifying any demons in the area waiting - however horrible it was. Because that way the reapers would be positioned to deal with it
Radella ..
That apartment was mostly empty, Dragos kept busy so he wouldn't have to go back to an empty house.
Her heart seemed to be fragile. Did he have feelings for her? Wasn't it just a thing of lust? But dreams, the pain inside your chest. The desire to see those black eyes, the desire to be pissed off with that nasty reaper .. buy those cookies she liked and leave them out on purpose, pretend to yourself that you were upset when they were gone ..
It turns out that Dragos did not like to live alone. He wanted that uninvited guest back ... so badly.
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The ginger moved in its sleep. Her back was turned to him. She turned to say goodbye, but - when he held out his hand, he woke up.
"No .." The dreamer moaned, slowly waking up and feeling totally disappointed.
Up until -
A soft hand fit perfectly under his chin. Moving to the side to warm your cheek.
Oh, how he missed her company ..
"Radella Mercier ..."
The room was silent as the shinigami's hand was pressed into his. Brown eyes opened, adjusting softly to the moonlight, highlighting the delicate features of the woman he missed. The smile on his face, the realization that he could see her made the ex-shinigami smile.
"Dragos Moretti ..."