Bonus: The Origin and History of a Ghost Girl

A random guy with hunched shoulders and a hood pulled low over his forehead. That’s all anyone sees when they cross paths with me on the street.

"Ah, I'm bored."

Because of that, no one would ever imagine what I’ve become.

Years ago, my life was bland and gray.

"...I can't find anything worth the trouble."

But everything changed when I downloaded that app.

At first, I thought it was some kind of hypnosis trick, but it only took pressing a couple of buttons to realize that reality was a lump of modeling clay just waiting to be shaped. And ever since then, I’ve spent years testing that tool at my whim.

I altered families, created loops in entire communities, and toyed with every single person I crossed paths with just to kill time.

Thanks to that, my performance ultimately caught the creators' attention, and they granted me access to an upgraded version.

An area-of-effect version capable of chain-infecting minds and altering common sense itself within a given radius!

I suppose it was around that time that I left my past behind and named myself: the Master.

"I wonder if I should do something interesting."

Ever since, the authorities have hunted me for years, chasing my shadow. So I have to keep constantly moving and can't stay in one place for too long. After all, at the end of the day I'm still human, and the law isn't something I should take lightly.

"...Oh, I saw a cute girl."

Anyway, as a result of all that, one of those days I ended up arriving in Central City after toying with an entire town, where I altered the common sense of its inhabitants until I got bored, limiting myself to walking around in search of a new whim to entertain myself.

"Hey you, over there."

However, after trying out so many women and exotic beauties thanks to the app, my standards had become extremely demanding. And just any pretty face doesn't catch my attention anymore.

"...Hey you."

But right then, seeing a girl with a high schooler appearance, short black hair, walking distractedly with her eyes glued to her phone and headphones on, I couldn't resist. And I immediately followed her.

"...Wait, what's suddenly happening?!"

Then, walking behind her without the slightest grace, I barely picked up the pace to catch up and yanked one of the earbuds right out of her ear to make her pay attention to me.

"Pulling my headphones off without permission is totally unacceptable...! And why are you pointing your phone at me? Are you secretly recording me?!"

Looking her up and down, with her school uniform and backpack in tow, I figured she was just the typical bored student walking home after classes.

"Shut up, just look at this."

So without caring what she was saying, I shoved the phone screen right in her face, instantly switching to the brainwashing app.

"Huh? Oh, um..."

Then I watched her eyes go blank instantly, trapped in that stupid vortex starting to spin on the screen.

"At first, I used to find that melted-brain expression funny, though lately I've gotten tired of it."

Even though at first it made me laugh a bit seeing them lose their will, the truth is I didn't care anymore; from using it so much, the thrill had completely faded and it felt like a chore.

"Hey, can you hear me...?"

Anyway, the only thing that halfway entertained me anymore was simply screwing up other people's lives just because.

"Uh, um, sorry, my head suddenly... So, what do you want?"

Just like that, the chick came to a second later, with an empty and obedient gaze.

"Don't worry, this is obviously what I want."

So in response, I switched the app back to the camera without giving it much thought and started recording.

"Uh, yeah. So...?"

And taking advantage of the fact that she was still half-dazed and disoriented, I grabbed her skirt and panties with a rough yank and pulled them right down there in the middle of the street without caring about anything.

"Show me your student ID and introduce yourself. Then spread your legs wide."

I didn't care that she was half-exposed out in the open street; seeing her accept the order without hesitation or making a bad face, I immediately verified that the brainwashing had worked to absolute perfection.

"Eh, okay."

Even though her skirt and panties were pulled all the way down, leaving her pussy and pubic hair exposed for anyone to see, she didn't seem to care in the least; in fact, she started cooperating with a calmness that was almost boring.

"My name is Hailey, I'm a freshman at XXX High School, and I'm 15 years old."

The truth is, the hypnosis was designed precisely for that: making her believe that obeying every single nonsense thing I told her was the most normal thing in the world, making even the biggest stupidities or departures from common sense seem completely logical inside her altered mind.

"My birthday is April 10th and my blood type is A. My hobby is listening to music. I'm in the track and field club, and my ranking is somewhere between 30th and 50th out of about 100 freshmen..."

Even though I could easily have turned her into a hollow puppet that only followed mechanical orders, I preferred to leave her with a bare minimum of autonomy; dealing with a doll lacking any initiative of her own ended up boring me faster than usual.

"What you're saying is so common and boring, tell me some more personal info. Is there anything you can tell me, like your PIN?"

With the apathy of someone just killing time, I crouched down a bit and forced her legs open to leave her pussy wide exposed, using my fingers to part it while demanding juicier details that could give me some ideas on how to keep screwing with her.

"Yes, um... I live in an apartment building, room 204. I live alone. My PIN... ah, my bank account PIN is 1215. I don't remember the account number, I only use it for savings... ah, it's the account I use to pay my phone bill, so you should be able to figure it out just by looking at it. You can unlock my phone by drawing a Z."

I listened to her rattle off all that confidential information without blinking, while I, completely disinterested and lazily, began tangling my fingers in her pubic hair, pulling on it hard just to watch her flinch a little.

"Your pubic hair is thick, haven't you trimmed it because you don't have a boyfriend?"

I gave her pubic hair a good yank, and seeing how her hips twitched forward a bit from the pain as I pulled out several strands at once, I let go of her lazily.

"Ouch...! That suddenly hurts... Ah, yeah, well, I don't have a boyfriend or anything..."

Hearing that the chick was still a virgin in that regard immediately sparked a fire in me, and I started dreaming up stupid ideas in my head.

"Hmm, so you haven't even had your first kiss yet?"

I crossed through my mind the idea of forcing her to marry a public toilet, though I quickly dismissed it remembering that rich girl I had already forced to do the exact same thing; as far as I knew, that poor idiot must still be living in the bathroom alongside her brand-new "porcelain husband."

"Of course I haven't yet..."

Thinking of some nonsense to keep entertaining myself while deciding what else to do, I tossed an absurd order at her as I looked at her with her legs wide open.

"Hmm, so while you move your hips, say 'thrust, thrust'?"

Hearing her repeat that ridiculousness while obeying, I remembered that time I made another woman fall in love with the jerk she detested most just to hand over her life, and I figured something like that wouldn't hurt this brat either.

"Thrust, thrust?"

Though thinking about it, with all the mental bullshit I kept coming up with, it had been a while since I used a woman to satisfy myself directly; I guess between all the detours and weird experiments with guys, I had ended up straying from the basics.

"Alright, then, now make up a sexy song and sing it."

Hearing her sing that shameful crap with total obedience, I started thinking that maybe it was time to drop the games and go back to the classics: enjoying myself alone with her for a bit before I got bored again.

"Um... well, cock ejaculate, pussy trembling, look at my stupid pussy~."

Watching her move around and sing that stupidity without a single hint of shame finally convinced me it was the exact moment; I unbuckled my belt with indifference, determined to use her once and for all.

"Fall deeply in love with my cock."

I pushed my clothes down and pulled my member out into the open, planting it right in front of her while dropping that absurd order, eager to start having fun my own way.

"Fall in love with your cock... Please, put your big cock into my virgin pussy!"

As soon as those words dropped, the chick cut her movement short, knelt submissively before me, and started begging me like a desperate woman to shove my member into her intact pussy.

(Squish squish, slosh slosh, slosh slosh.)

Without thinking twice, I grabbed her and began thrusting lazily yet with rhythm, hearing the wet sound of friction as I drove my dick in and out over and over without stopping to pity her.

"I haven't even had my first kiss yet... Mm."

Between the thrusts and the feeling of the moment, a stupid thought slipped out that seemed perfect to top off the joke.

"Hey, your first kiss is going to be with my cock, what do you think?"

The idea amused me because of how ridiculous it was, proving once again just how easy it was to twist someone's head with the app, to the point where my mind cleared up, arriving at a rather unfortunate conclusion.

"What do you mean what do I think... It's fine, I guess..."

Hearing her accept with total naturalness that her very first time kissing something was my dick after having met me just a few minutes ago, I didn't care and affirmed after experiencing her that in the end I didn't need to save her.

"Ah, pay me 100,000 in cash for sucking my cock."

She had become completely disposable; a use-and-throw toy that as soon as I got tired of her I'd end up tossing in any corner.

"I don't have that much right now..."

Knowing that, I preferred not to dwell on it and simply decided that because of that I'd just use her without thinking about anything else.

"Then give me all your money, and your wallet."

The first thing that crossed my mind before continuing to break her down was to snatch all her cash and valuables.

"Mm, I understand... Here."

Just like that, she handed me her wallet without putting up the slightest resistance, and seeing how docile she was, I decided the next thing to destroy would be her body completely.

"Ah, stuff it all in your mouth, and while you push, take off your clothes and masturbate."

That way, holding her money in my hand, I watched her obey without hesitation while serving my member, and it was at that exact instant that I began truly wrecking her.

"Mm, yeah. Mm, mm..."

The first thing I did was place her student ID right on top of the girl's head while she kept her mouth busy on my member, and I took the opportunity to snap a quick photo with my phone.

"Is your pussy getting wet?"

"Not yet."

Without caring about being out in the open street, she took off her blazer, skirt, bra, and panties, staying completely naked right there while she started masturbating.

"Tell me when it gets wet."

"Understood."

The absurd thing about that app is that people under its influence stop seeing anything weird in things; an old lady walking her dog passed right next to a student giving a blowjob and touching herself in the middle of the street, and nobody made the slightest fuss.

"Your mouth is so hot... I'm going to cum soon... Suck it more, lick it, do both, hurry up."

"Mmmph, slurp, mmm, slurp."

She pursed her lips and used her tongue clumsily, trying way too hard without any grace.

"I can see you're trying really hard, but you're not very good at it."

"I'm getting wet."

"Alright, you can take it out now."

"Pwah..."

As she pulled away, a thread of saliva connected my penis to her mouth.

"You were terrible, reflect on that, loser."

"¡¿Gah!?"

I landed a sharp kick straight to her stomach to blow off some annoyance.

"Ugh, ugh, cough..."

Looks like I hit a sensitive spot because she collapsed flat to the ground gagging, with a terrible face of wanting to throw up.

"Come on, hurry up and get into a face-to-face seated position."

She's supposed to be in track and field and should have good stamina, so why all the drama over a kick? What a pain.

"Ugh... cough, ah, yeah, sorry..."

Dragging herself as best she could, I led her to a bench in a nearby park where she straddled me, grabbing my shoulders while I settled in to shove and drive my dick inside her.

"¡Mmm...!"

It went in slow and smooth.

"Yeah, yeah, sometimes you just crave something cheap like this. Well, this is trash you can't eat unless it's a virgin, but... come on, move your hips."

For better or worse, it was an ordinary pussy; to someone else it might have its charm due to the typical firmness of an athlete, but having slept with national champion athletes and idols of all kinds, this felt like a cheap, boring candy.

"Sorry for being so cheap...?"

Even so, as the hymen tore, a little blood spilled out.

"Well, at least there are plenty of them, so it's fine to use them roughly, that's the good part... there it is!!"

And with the sound of colliding flesh in the background, I kept up the rhythm.

(Thwack!)

Right after that, I delivered an open-handed slap across her face.

"Ow... wh-what are you doing...?"

(Thwack!)

"Ow...!!!"

"Yeah, yeah, it squeezes tighter when I hit her, it's fun hahahaha"

"Um... I'd prefer you not hit me if possible..."

"It's okay to hit me, right?"

"Uh, no, uh... Really? Yeah, but...?"

"I mean, hitting and punching is normal, right?"

The funny thing about the damn app is that it even justifies the aggression in her mind without questioning it.

"Is that true??? I'm sorry..."

As a result, her pussy, completely wet and moving to the rhythm of the thrusts with a squelching sound, wouldn't stop leaking juices.

To finish off, I kept playing with her for hours until she was completely battered and her vagina rendered useless, forcing her to do absurd things like cleaning her crotch with the filthy brush of a public restroom or forcing her through hypnosis to expel all her eggs.

"Ahhh, ha, I'm going to die... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

By the time night fell, the chick was in a pathetic state, bleeding quite a bit; though thinking about it, considering everything I did to her, the bleeding was even less than I expected.

"Shut up, try to imagine what it's like for me having to clean your shit-covered pussy with a dirty toilet brush for hours on end."

The truth is, when I get carried away playing around, even I impress myself with how resilient these human structures are; while I dropped that on her, I spat in her face, pulled the brush out of her vagina, and shoved it straight up her ass.

"¡Ngh!"

Between eight and nine at night, with her anus completely swollen and wrecked, I set to stuffing her with trash: I crammed a ridiculous amount of cigarette butts, street gravel, a plastic bottle without a cap filled with sewage water, and a coffee can full of muddy liquid and more butts.

"Phew, phew... I'm not sure if this will cause me about ten unknown diseases..."

Feeling finally satisfied after spending the whole day screwing with her, I decided it was about time to wrap up the act.

"Alright, alright, we've done what we had to do and I got the money, so there's nothing left to do. So Hailey, run over to that intersection over there where the big truck is lined up and jump with plenty of spirit."

I wanted to give her a grand finale worthy of the joke.

"Uh, ah, that's too much... I'm going to die..."

But seeing that for a second her instinct seemed to want to overcome her and she tried to resist, I didn't complicate things and suddenly cranked up the power of the mind control.

"...Huh? Ah, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... yeah, okay, I get it...???"

I programmed her to make her believe that taking her own life was her greatest desire in the world, making sure to shut down all other commands right before the jump to leave her memory intact in her final second of consciousness.

"Right, I'll hypnotize her one last time so everyone except me thinks you're trash."

I left one last fixed command that not even her death would erase, making sure no one would suspect anything weird afterward.

"...Alright, sounds good. See you later."

That’s how I waved goodbye as I turned around, ready to take off and find a new toy.

"Yeah, really? Well, thanks for ending my life. See you later."

And just like that, those ended up being the last words I heard her say...

(Bang! Splat! Screech! Screech!)

...before the truck ran right over her and took care of the rest.

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However, what that man never knew was that this wasn't her end...

"What?! What is this?!... Oh, it's just garbage!"

After the man known as the "Master" left and the fatal impact occurred, the truck driver stepped down from the cab and ranted with annoyance as he looked at the shattered body lying on the road, with tire tracks imprinted in the blood and flesh finely spread across the asphalt.

"Don't leave her here, seriously...!! Ugh, the tires are so dirty... It's going to be such a pain to wash them..."

Thanks to the last command the Master had left planted in her mind before dying, no passerby or authority was able to see past the mental illusion; in everyone's eyes, that was nothing more than a pile of discarded trash, so no one mourned or felt outraged over the young girl's tragic departure.

(Why...?)

Yet, amidst the remains of that body that had been caught and crushed by every single tire—to the point where neither facial features nor internal organs were recognizable—a tiny, burning flame of bitterness still refused to be extinguished.

(...My life is over... For what reason...?)

The garbage and waste that had been forcibly shoved into her vagina and anus had also been compressed, stretched by the wheels, or rolled up and scattered along with her own tissues.

(...Unforgivable.)

As the minutes passed, cars continuing along the road completely ignored the lump, trampling it over and over; one or two more trucks rolled right over it, grinding, crushing, and stretching that mass of minced meat.

(It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair...)

The Master's decision to erase all previous commands right before the jump, leaving only the echo of her memories intact, caused Hailey to remember with brutal clarity everything that had been done to her and the absurdity of her situation at the precise instant her body broke apart.

"These things nowadays are totally useless."

Even as the driver who had run her over drove away complaining about the hassle, Hailey's remaining soul clung to the earthly plane, flatly refusing to march on in peace.

"Doesn't it smell weird?"

Usually, when fragments of a soul are left wandering due to unfinished business they couldn't resolve in life, they tend to transform into ordinary ghosts by feeding on the spiritual energy of their surroundings.

(Hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred, hatred...!)

But on the contrary, when a soul remains bound to the physical world consumed by deep resentment and absolute rancor, it is only natural for its essence to end up corrupted by cursed energy, inevitably mutating into a purely malicious specter.

"Look, there's trash on the road!"

Consumed to the bone by that indescribable hatred, the remnants of the consciousness of what was once Hailey prepared to cross that line and become an evil spirit...

<"...Wait, partner... That is... A human soul...?">

...Or at least that would have been her fate.

"...Human... Don't tell me that..."

However, on that cold night, before the clock struck 11:59, the course of events changed forever.

<"Most likely, she was murdered.">

Amidst the darkness and abandonment, an unexpected act of outside compassion stepped in to prevent her total damnation.

"Hey, Echidna... Do you think we can give her a proper burial in the house garden?"

And so, as the human Hailey breathed out the final shreds of her existence on the pavement, at that very moment, a new kind of ghost was born in the gloom.