Perhaps the bathroom window hadn't been latched tight. A night breeze slithered into the room, and with it came a sensation—like invisible, slender fingers brushing along Chen Ge's shaft, tracing the pulsing veins with a featherlight touch. Fingertips, smooth and devoid of nails, grazed the tender skin where his knees met his thighs, teasing the base of his scrotum. They kneaded the root of his length, then one hand slid upward, wrapping around his steadily swelling erection, stroking it in slow, deliberate motions.
The toilet stall's door shivered faintly, creaking with a rhythmic squeak-squeak. Droplets from the ceiling traced the pipes to plop onto the floor, while a faint scritch-scratch echoed from the drain—perhaps insects skittering in the dark.
In the stillness, every sound ballooned, amplified by the void. For most, the sudden grip of an unseen hand working their flesh in an empty room would spark terror—but not Chen Ge. Childhood scars had forged a steel psyche and nerves thick as cables. His mind blanked, shutting out the pleasure rippling from below. He focused solely on counting the seconds.
Nearly twenty minutes in, the air grew frigid, as if ice blocks had been slipped around him. A shiver racked his frame, unbidden.
"Stay calm!" he hissed inwardly. "Don't question it, don't spook yourself—ten minutes left. No matter what, I hold on!" A faint whisper of airflow brushed his ears, something circling him in the dark. His fists clenched, veins bulging across his knuckles, yet his body stood rooted like an ancient pine—unyielding, immovable.
"Chen Ge… Chen Ge… Chen Ge…"
Here's the continuation translated into English, styled as a light novel with the unsettling atmosphere of My House of Terrors and the vivid, sensory detail of Harry Potter. The scene ramps up the eerie tension and Chen Ge's defiance, while navigating the explicit content with a blend of psychological focus and supernatural ambiguity:
Chanting softly under his breath, Chen Ge reached the final five-minute stretch. The candle's flickering flame seemed to gutter out, plunging the bathroom into deeper shadow. Then, amid the darkness, another voice joined his—a faint echo reciting his name in tandem. The hand stroking his shaft withdrew, replaced by a warm, humid breath hovering near his groin. It felt like a mouth, a tongue darting out to lap at his tip, tentative yet skilled. The unseen presence stretched its jaws wide, as if straining to engulf him entirely. The tongue swirled along his length, licking with the slow relish of savoring an ice pop. Invisible hands teased his scrotum, scratching lightly, while the tongue roamed—coiling, flicking—before the mouth shifted lower, sucking at his balls, tugging the skin with gentle bites, then enveloping them fully, lips and tongue working in tandem.
"Ahh… so good. What is this?" he gasped inwardly.
"Chen Ge…"
The voice called again, sharper now, urgent, as if desperate to impart something critical.
"It's coming from outside the door. Should I check?" The thought flared and fizzled just as fast. The rules were crystal clear—stand before the mirror, no exceptions. He shoved the impulse aside, savoring the pleasure rippling through him while mentally ticking off the seconds. The voice grew distorted, insistent, unmistakably another soul calling his name, lingering just beyond the threshold.
"They sound panicked, but I'm the one playing. Why the hell are they freaking out?" Chen Ge smirked faintly. "Obvious trap—amateur stuff. The ambiance is spot-on, but the scare tactics? One-note."
The final three minutes ticked down. A shrill scraping erupted from the door—nails clawing, teeth gnashing, the wood trembling as if it might splinter apart any second.
"1798… 1799… 1800!" Half an hour done. The chaos outside vanished, silence crashing back like a wave. The mouth below began to retreat, but Chen Ge's hands shot down, seizing the unseen head and yanking it back. He thrust his hips forward, his swollen length grinding against those phantom lips. The tongue flicked out, tracing his slit, circling the sensitive ridge beneath his tip. Then, with a sudden plunge, the mouth took him fully—head bobbing, sucking, a wet symphony of slurps filling the air.
His shaft slid in and out, the rhythm relentless. At times, the mouth pulled back, and a small, deft hand gripped him, rubbing his tip with fervor. Chen Ge's legs twitched, his body taut as he gripped the head tighter, driving himself deeper into that eager maw. The presence matched his pace—hands pumping, lips clamping hard around his tip.
"Oh… oh… I'm gonna— ngh… so good…"
His hips bucked wildly, a shudder tearing through him as he climaxed, a thick surge spilling into that unseen mouth. Pleasure crashed over him, and he released his hold, letting the entity slip away.
To prevent miscalculation under climax, Chen Ge did not open his eyes immediately. He counted for an extra three hundred before he took a step back, placed both his hands over his chest, and fluttered his eyes open.
The candle in the toilet had been extinguished, and the place was dark. For some reason, Chen Ge felt like something had shifted. He turned on the flashlight, and when light appeared once more in the cramped area, he was stunned.
The mirror before him was filled with cracks, and several images of himself stared back at him. It looked extremely hallucinogenic, but the thing that gave him a bigger scare was the appearance of a broken doll in front of the mirror!
The eyes that were made from buttons were shining, and the patchwork body was filled with cotton. The doll was not by any means new, but it held a special meaning for Chen Ge; it was his very first creation and something left at the scene of his parents' disappearance.
The doll was leaning against the mirror like it was trying to stop the thing in the mirror from coming out.
"Wait, but the toilet door was already locked, how did you come in? Through the window? No wait, the bigger issue is how you moved on your own!" Chen Ge felt like his world was falling apart; he needed some time to process the situation. The man and the doll were locked in this stare for about three minutes before Chen Ge felt more like himself again. He moved his cold fingers and slowly moved toward the doll.
For some reason, it felt like the button eyes of the doll seemed to be following him. Chen Ge's lips twitched involuntarily as he looked at this doll of his. He gave the doll a wide berth to pick the phone next to it. "Thankfully, I was clever enough to prepare for this."
The phone had finished recording. Chen Ge made a second copy before starting to look through the video.
The video quality was not that great. The single candle fire danced in the darkness, and while the Chen Ge in front of the mirror looked rather cautious, the Chen Ge in the mirror seemed weirdly at ease.
The first ten minutes were fine, but things started to turn weird at the eleven-minute mark.
The sound of the wind wasn't captured by the phone, but one could see the cubicle door moving in the video.
Then the video was interrupted by white noise. It was a video that was at most a bit curious, but for some reason, it was weirdly scary. Perhaps this was humanity's inherent fear of darkness and the unknown.
As the video continued to play, Chen Ge's face turned increasingly pale. He remembered clearly that he had not moved when his eyes were closed, but on the video, he saw his body slowly leaning forward like he was trying to lean into the mirror.
At the twenty-five-minute mark, his upper body was already at a seventy-degree angle, and the tip of his nose almost touching the surface of the mirror.
Several seconds later, without any warning, spidery cracks started to form on the mirror. It caused even Chen Ge's heart to skip a beat. Then, the most unbelievable thing happened. The Chen Ge in the mirror's expression changed. He grinned wickedly as he slammed crazily against the mirror!
Right at that minute, the candle went out and the video ended.
Due to the camera angle, the video did not show any scene relating to the doll, and Chen Ge himself had no idea what really went down in that last five minutes.
"From the looks of things, the thing in the mirror wanted to get out, but it was stopped by this doll? In that case, the doll saved me?" Chen Ge picked the doll up from the counter and asked in a serious tone, "Can you understand me? Do you know what happened to my parents?"
Naturally, the doll did not answer, but its button eyes seemed to glow in the dark.
He cradled the doll in his arms and turned to look at the toilet door. Afraid of going out, he shrunk underneath one of the windows and pulled out his phone. The mission success message was waiting for him.
"It has to be said that you're incredibly lucky. Congratulations for completing the Nightmare Mission! Obtained Mission Reward—Elementary Skill: Mortician's Make-up.
"Mortician's Make-up: I hope you will treat this talent with the respect it deserves. Unlike beauty make-up, a mortician only deals with the make-up of the dead. Your hands breathe life into death visages, bringing them everlasting beauty.
"First Nightmare Mission completed, unlocked the title: Newcomer at Nightmare Town. Obtained additional reward: Unlocked the Trial Mission for the 1 Star scenario, Murder by Midnight! Completion of this Trial Mission will add this scenario to your Haunted House!"
Looking at the messages on screen, Chen Ge thought to himself, the success of a Haunted House had plenty to do with a good make-up artist. Be it actors or props, they needed a make-up artist to make them come to life, a good make-up artist can easily create authentic effect to add to the overall scare factor.