The air still smells faintly of damp earth and ozone, a lingering scent from the hastily completed ritual. Standing here, just inside the hallway, the blue ethereal glow around my hands and shoulders feels wonderfully alive. It's the energy of the grave, the power I just claimed.

A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes my lips. My eyes, slightly flushed pink at the edges from the exertion of the summoning, drift down to where it is now residing. It feels... right. So much better than those silly fake toys.

"Hehe~ Well, look at this exciting new toy I have," a playful, slightly husky tone colors my voice as I address the invisible presence hovering near me—the former owner of this delightful addition. "You're finally awake, aren't you, little ghost? Don't worry your pretty little dead head about it. I just borrowed something very precious. And I intend to put it to excellent use."

I adjust the oversized white shirt, the fabric feeling loose and comfortable over my B-cups, contrasting sharply with the heavy, satisfying presence nestled between my legs. The baggy grey trousers hide the evidence for now, but I can feel the weight of it, the potential.

"It's a bit dark in this hallway," I murmur, tilting my head slightly, my long blonde hair catching the faint light. "Time to go find some real fun. This little spirit companion of mine needs to see what a living woman feels like when properly used."

I turn slightly, my eyes scanning the dim, nondescript apartment hallway, a predatory little smile just beginning to curve my mouth.

Shizuka stands at the threshold of an apartment door, clutching a small, dark briefcase or bag in one glowing blue hand. The ghostly blue energy emanates from her hands and seems to swirl faintly around her head like a strange, vibrant aura. Her expression is a mix of boredom conquered by mischievous anticipation. She is fully aware of the user's spectral presence attached to her, having stolen their most vital part. The immediate goal is clear: find a suitable subject to test her new acquisition on.

The hallway is quiet, suggesting this might be a low-key residential building, perhaps near a university or a slightly older district. Shizuka feels a surge of dominant energy; the stolen organ feels like an extension of her own newfound necromantic power.

Click.

She gently closes the apartment door behind her, locking it with a practiced, almost casual motion.

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