My Harem House of Horrors

Phew, scared myself for no reason. Gao Ru Xue's chest rose unevenly as her heart beat at an impossible speed. It had been such a long time since she had acted such a fool.

The creepy music continued to play. Using the weak light, she could see the pupils of her reflection in the mirror start to shrink. In the mirror, the mosquito net behind her was opening on its own! The face of a paper mannequin showed itself, and from the reflection in the mirror, she could clearly see that it was smiling at her.

"Who's there‽" A human being's normal go-to reaction during extreme fear was anger and aggression. Gao Ru Xue turned around, but there was nothing there. She ran toward the mosquito net to yank it open to take a look at what was really behind it. However, the design of the net was more complicated than she expected; it had many different layers, and the netting was connected to the bed itself. Instead of untangling the net, Gao Ru Xue got herself stuck in the netting instead.

Right then, she could hear footsteps coming from inside the room.

I'm not moving, so whose footsteps are those? The disappearance of her junior combined with the effect of Black Friday had completely shattered Gao Ru Xue's psychology defense. The sound of the unknown footsteps was the last straw that ultimately broke the camel's back.

Her legs trembled, strength draining away, a faint dampness blooming between her thighs. Fear, unleashed like a beast from its iron cage, began gnawing at her sanity.

Gao Ru Xue forced her body to turn, struggling to break free of the drapes' clinging embrace. The footsteps grew louder, closer—yet their source remained maddeningly elusive.

"Impossible! The room is only so big, if someone was coming near, I'd definitely be able to see it! " Her mind spiraled, chaos overtaking reason. The simple setup—bare walls, sparse props—somehow swelled into an unspeakable terror. Beneath the spellbinding strains of that uncanny, horror, music, her body betrayed her further. A warm trickle seeped from her core, soaking through her underwear and pattering onto the floor. Her breaths turned ragged, heavy with a mix of dread and something she couldn't name.

The white lantern outside the window swayed in the wind, causing the light in the room to dim. Her reflection in the bronze mirror started to blur. Gao Ru Xue's pupils shook because she realized the reflection in the mirror was no longer herself but a strange woman in a wedding dress!

In more ways than one, the woman's appearance seemed like she was dressed to kill. Her beauty had an ethereal quality to it; it was frighteningly captivating, like looking at a recently unearthed piece of art.

Staring at the woman in the mirror, Gao Ru Xue's lips quivered, and fear appeared on her face for the first time.

From her experience dealing with so many autopsies, she was familiar with the feeling the woman in the mirror was giving her; this was the face of a dead person!

The Haunted House is hiding a real dead body! Just as this thought entered her mind, fear swallowed her like a giant wave. She tried her best to run away from the bronze mirror, and as she staggered back, she knocked into something.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps stopped, and Gao Ru Xue's mind went completely blank in that moment. Having lost the ability to think, she turned instinctively to look behind her.

Meeting her gaze was a woman in dead man's make-up and wedding dress. She smiled at her.

" Ahh! " The piercing scream shattered the quietness of the Haunted House; it could heard even outside the building itself. 

With her arms still entangled in the netting, Gao Ru Xue's legs buckled, sending her crashing to the floor. Her body locked rigid, and after a few agonizing seconds, a flood surged from her core—an uncontrollable torrent, gushing relentlessly. Spasm after spasm rocked her, pleasure so intense it bordered on torment, her eyes rolling back involuntarily. At last, every ounce of strength fled her. The stifled fear erupted as tears, streaming unchecked down her face. She couldn't stop them. For long moments, she didn't dare open her eyes, tear tracks staining her cheeks, her lips parted in a daze, dry coughs rasping from her throat without thought. The woman started to dry heave.

"Xiao Wan, quickly bring her out!"

"Okay." The female ghost standing before Gao Ru Xue removed her Bluetooth earpieces that were hidden under her hair and squatted down to say, "The experience ends here. Please catch your breath, I'll lead you out now."

Xu Wan crouched slowly, her eyes scanning the crumpled figure of the female student sprawled on the floor. The girl's once-delicate makeup was now a mask of pallor, her large eyes half-lidded, whites stark against the dimness. Her lower body was a sodden mess, evidence of a primal collapse—her system's desperate shield against overwhelm, sending her into a faint. The pink-and-white school uniform's collar had burst open from her thrashing, buttons scattered, revealing the soft, pale swell of her chest, half-hidden, half-bared. Her lips trembled, murmuring a faint, broken plea: "No... no... Don't come closer… don't come closer…"

Ten seconds later, the exit to the Minghun scenario was pushed open. Chen Ge rushed over in a hurry and asked, "There's only one? Where's the other one?"

He rushed over in a hurry because he could not locate He San on the surveillance cameras.

"That coward fainted when he ran into the room and saw the two mirrors. I was afraid that he might influence the experience of the next visitor, so I dragged him to hide him under the bed…"

"Fainted?" Chen Ge also did not know how to respond. "Safety's first, if this happens again in the future, inform me immediately!"

"Yes, Boss." 

"You go look after the guy!"

"Sure, sure."

Strands of disheveled hair danced across Gao Ru Xue's pristine forehead, she lay sprawled on the ground, half-lidded eyes fluttering with long, inky lashes, her rose-petal lips parted in a delicate slit, exhaling a faint, orchid-like breath. Her swanlike neck tilted aside, exposing skin as smooth and pale as jade.

Below her slender waist, a tight white skirt hugged her curves, accentuating the full, sensual swell of her hips. Her long, elegant legs, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, gleamed with a jade-like luster, plump and flawless.

Chen Ge marveled silently at her natural beauty, his stick stirring as his arousal surged, thick and unyielding. He crouched slowly, seizing her tantalizing legs. Slipping off her dainty flats, he revealed feet clad in lace-trimmed white socks—arched, exquisite, a vision so intoxicating it could draw blood from the nose. Her petite toes curled enticingly within a deeper layer of sheer lace, plump yet tender, shimmering with a hazy glow.

This divine creature, these perfect feet… even if she woke now and crushed me with them, I'd have no regrets, he thought, emboldened. The haunted house might be a shadow of its former glory, but in its prime, countless women had fainted within its walls—opportunities Chen Ge had exploited without consequence. Those unpunished acts fueled his arrogance and a nagging suspicion: his haunt was more than it seemed.

Cradling her dainty foot, he rubbed it against his face, inhaling a blend of soft leather and girlish scent, lost in rapture. His hands roamed greedily over the jade-like sole, from her silken toes to the creamy arch, savoring this living artwork. His tongue flicked out, tracing her tender skin through the stockings, tasting her sweetness.

"Mmm… ngh…" Her foot twitched faintly under the unfamiliar heat, even in her stupor, her body squirming to escape the strange sensation.

Unfazed by her response, Chen Ge parted her silken legs with care, draping them over his shoulders. His tongue trailed up her inner calf, hot breath spilling across her sensitive skin. Gao Ru Xue shivered in her haze, lashes trembling, brows knitting as soft whimpers escaped her throat.

"N-No… don't… ah… so shameful… ah…"

Her flushed, moaning face—exquisite in its surrender—ignited a lecherous grin on Chen Ge's stern features, a glint of conquest in his eyes. His lips slid past her tender knee, leaving a glistening trail of saliva along her stockings.

From his vantage, her legs—sleek, sensual, encased in sheer silk—stretched before him like a vision. Their graceful curves flowed into plush thighs, soft and inviting, framing hips that swelled enticingly. Between them, beneath her white panties, a shadowy hint of dark curls peeked through, drawing him deeper into obsession.

Gripping her snowy thighs, he leaned in, his tongue lashing at the silken flesh of her inner thighs. Soon, it reached the edge of a hidden thicket, veiled by her scented panties. Through the fabric, he sensed the damp warmth of her arousal, his dark eyes fixating on her core as if piercing its secrets.

Her fragrance stoked his rising lust. Hot breaths seeped through her panties, teasing her sensitive folds and rosy lips, making them quiver. Heart pounding, he shoved her skirt higher, trembling hands untying the delicate strings of her underwear, peeling it away.

An adorable lip met his gaze.

A lush patch of dark curls glistened with fragrant, crystalline dew. Nestled within, a vivid slit lay framed by tender, pink lips—slightly parted, leaking a trickle of clear nectar. Above, a tiny, rosy pearl gleamed like a gem, radiant and mesmerizing.

Chen Ge's mind reeled, ensnared by the sight. His erection throbbed, rigid as steel. He pressed his face to her pristine intimacy, fingers delicately probing the divine creation. Her petals bloomed wetter under his touch, honeyed liquid seeping from her depths, sweet and heady.

"Mmm… no… it's too much…" Her faint protests broke through parted lips, breaths quickening as an inner fire consumed her, her body writhing in helpless tremors.

Suppressing his fervor, Chen Ge pressed his mouth to her slit, his broad tongue plunging against her quivering folds. He devoured her, sweeping up every drop, the rough texture ravaging her softness. Though he'd toyed with fainted guests before, none matched Gao Ru Xue's pristine allure—a virgin flower in his grasp.

Her tight walls resisted his probing tongue, clenching as if to expel the intruder. The friction sent shudders through her unconscious form, her skin flushing crimson. Her core pulsed under his assault, sweet nectar flooding forth—ambrosia he gulped down, lost in ecstasy.

Amid the onslaught, Gao Ru Xue stirred, her dazed eyes fluttering open, confusion clouding her face. Her hips swayed with his rhythm, a jolt of pleasure overwhelming her senses. No sound escaped at first, then a broken cry: "Ah… no… I can't… I'm losing it… ah…!"

With a plaintive wail, her body convulsed, spasms ripping through her. Caught between agony and bliss, she climaxed under his tongue, a fragrant gush bursting forth, intercepted by his eager mouth.

After guiding Gao Ru Xue out, Chen Ge dragged He San from behind the bedframe. The poor guy lay unconscious, oblivious to whatever ordeal had felled him.

After taking Gao Ru Xue out, Chen Ge went back into the place to pull He San out from behind the bed. The young man was completely unconscious like he was greatly traumatized.

Sh*t, I have to bring him to somewhere open-air first! Chen Ge carried He San and ran toward the entrance of the Haunted House. He peeled back the heavy drapes and kicked the gate open. "Clear some space please!"

Chen Ge placed He San at the entrance of the Haunted House, and he started to massage the young man and place ice packs over his forehead, trying to rouse him. This development had stunned the visitors that still had not left the park.

"Jesus Christ, what happened in there?"

"Visit the Haunted House until he fainted, this is first time I've seen something like this."

"He was scared until he fainted, right? So why would the online reviews say this place is not scary?"

"F*ck, I'm starting to have chills…"

Not long after that, Xu Wan came out carrying Gao Ru Xue. The woman was a complete contrast from the person who walked in. The new Gao Ru Xue's hair was a mess, her face was blanched, and her gait was weak. There were still tears drying on her face.

"This is a completely different person!"

"What did she experience in there?"

"But why should they be afraid? Aren't they forensic students?"

Xu Wan placed Gao Ru Xue on the steps and passed her a bottle of water. The woman was still recovering from the experience, as evidenced by her hands that were shaking as she held the bottle.

"Don't crowd around them, they need air!" Chen Ge also felt a headache coming. It was normal for Gao Ru Xue to be shedding frightened tears, but what about this young man? Why would he suddenly faint? Why didn't he admit that he was easily scared‽ What was with men and their pride?

The commotion caused more and more visitors to gather at the Haunted House. This attracted the attention of the park manager, who rushed over on his electronic bike.

"Xiao Chen! What is going on here? Why is there a fainted visitor on the ground‽" asked Uncle Xu as he jumped down from his bike and pushed through the crowd.

"I have no idea; maybe it's the heat…" Even Chen Ge did not feel convinced by his answer.

"A hot flash in this kind of weather?" Uncle Xu rushed over to pick up He San and place him on his bike. "Regardless, we have to send him to the medical room first!"

Several minutes later, perhaps it was the massage or the noise from the crowds, He San started to rouse. His eyelashes fluttered and sat up from the bike. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth kept on mumbling, "Mirror, Mirror…"

"Son, keep calm!"

"Look, doesn't he look possessed?"

After a few more minutes in the sun, He San finally became more like himself. He scratched the back of his head and blushed with shame when he realized the whole crowd was staring at him.

"Are you feeling better? Why did you faint inside the Haunted House?" Uncle Xu in the park uniform passed a bottle of water to He San.

"I actually cannot recall for sure what had happened. I was so scared and ran into the first door that I saw. There was a bronze mirror on the wall, and I remembered someone calling my name, but I can't remember what happened after that," He San said with a face filled with confusion. "Perhaps it's something set up by the Haunted House?"

"There's a scenario related to a mirror inside the Haunted House?" Uncle Xu turned toward Chen Ge, who was not looking so good.