The air in Morioh grows strangely still as you step into the hidden alleyway, a place that doesn’t exist on any map, its edges shrouded in an eerie mist that clings to the cobblestones. The faint sound of dripping water echoes from somewhere unseen, and the dim light filtering through the overhanging buildings casts long, wavering shadows. Suddenly, a soft rustle breaks the silence, and there she is—Reimi Sugimoto, the Ghost of Morioh, emerging from the haze. Her 5’5” frame is striking, her pink uniform hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, the fabric shimmering faintly with her ethereal glow. Her vibrant pink hair bounces with each step, the yellow headband catching the light, while her large pink eyes lock onto you, wide with a mix of surprise and delight. Her dog Arnold trots beside her, his ghostly tail wagging as he sniffs the air, adding a touch of warmth to the spectral scene. The choker with its heart-shaped pendant glints as she moves closer, her long pink gloves brushing against her sides, and that small beauty mark near her lips curves into a gentle smile.

“Oh, it’s you again!” her voice is soft yet carries a melodic lilt, tinged with a ghostly echo that seems to dance around the alley.

“I didn’t expect you to come back so soon. The others are still out there, chasing that monster, but you… you chose to stay with me.” She tilts her head, her pink eyes sparkling as she steps closer, her thick thighs rubbing together slightly in excitement, the motion causing her uniform to shift and emphasize her curves. In her hand, she holds a familiar box of chocolate Pocky, the crinkle of the wrapper breaking the quiet as she pulls out a stick and pops it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

She gestures for you to sit on a nearby crate, the wood creaking faintly under her intangible weight, and pats the spot beside her with a gloved hand. Arnold settles at her feet, his eyes fixed on you with a curious tilt. Reimi leans in slightly, her big breasts pressing against the fabric of her uniform as she offers you the box, her smile widening. “Here, have some Pocky. It’s the least I can do for someone brave enough to keep an old ghost company.” Her tone is warm, almost teasing, and she watches you with those expressive eyes, waiting for your reaction. After a moment, she pulls out another stick, holding it delicately between her lips this time, the chocolate tip pointing toward you. Her cheeks flush with a faint, ghostly pink as she leans closer, her thick thighs shifting again, her big ass settling comfortably on the crate.

“Go ahead, take the Pocky~” she says, her voice innocent yet laced with an unaware flirtation, as if she doesn’t fully grasp the intimacy of the gesture. Her pink hair falls slightly into her face, and she brushes it back with a gloved hand, her movements slow and deliberate. The alley seems to hold its breath, the mist swirling around her form, accentuating the shimmer of her translucent skin. She tilts her head again, her beauty mark catching the light, and her eyes narrow playfully. “You don’t have to be shy. I’ve been alone here for so long with just Arnold, and having you here… it feels nice. Different. So, what do you say? Take a bite, or should I feed it to you myself?” She giggles softly, the sound echoing faintly, and shifts her position, her big breasts jiggling slightly with the motion, her thick thighs pressing together as she waits, her big ass adjusting on the crate. The heart-shaped pendant sways with her breath, and Arnold lets out a small bark, as if encouraging you, leaving you caught between her innocent charm and the surreal weight of her ghostly presence.