Ray heard those loud-ass screams echoing from the end of the hallway. He quickly hid a little smirk, spun around fast, and jogged back to Sonya’s office door. Without knocking, he shoved it open with this totally fake shocked look on his face—eyes wide as hell—and asked in a panicked voice he was clearly faking.

"What the fuck?! Why are you guys screaming like that?!"

Inside the room, Sonya and Lena were still sitting on the floor, their faces a total fucking disaster. Ray’s thick white cum was splattered everywhere—foreheads, cheeks, noses, lips, even a little dripping down onto their eyelashes. The strong, fresh smell of cum still filled the whole air.

Lena jumped up half-panicked, her hand shaking like crazy as she pointed straight at the ceiling. "Ray! There was a ghost! It just popped up out of nowhere and... and blasted this nasty fucking goo all over our faces! There was so much of it!"

Sonya nodded super fast while covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was pale as shit, eyes all watery like she was about to hurl any second. "Y-yeah... that ghost... its stuff is so fucking sticky on my face, Ray... I’m seriously gonna throw up... it’s sticky, hot, and... ugh, it just keeps clinging to my skin!" She wiped her cheek slowly, but it only smeared the mess around even worse.

They both started talking over each other in shaky voices.

"It just appeared and then vanished!" Lena went on, her voice getting higher-pitched. "It shot out this thick white gross stuff that... that’s so fucking disgusting! There was so much, it just splattered right on our faces!"

"Yeah... it was hot, super sticky, and... the smell is so weird!" Sonya added, swallowing hard like she was fighting actual nausea.

Ray stood there in the doorway, pretending to listen all serious while stepping closer real slow. Inside he was cracking up. He leaned his face in close to Sonya and Lena, sniffing the air right in front of their cum-covered faces. Then, in this innocent-but-total-troll tone, he said,

"A ghost? For real? Why does it smell exactly like cum though? That smell is so fucking specific... salty, kinda fishy, and a little sweet. Like... actual dude nut."

Sonya’s eyes bugged out, still covering her mouth. "Huh?! Cum?! What the hell are you talking about, Ray?! This is ghost stuff! It’s fucking nasty!"

Lena jumped in too, her face turning red from a mix of embarrassment and wanting to puke. "Yeah! That ghost probably sprayed some kinda ghost slime or whatever! It’s not cum! Why would you even say that?!"

Ray just grinned wide, shrugging like he was totally innocent while getting even closer until his face was just inches from their cum-drenched faces. He took another big dramatic sniff.

"I’m deadass... it smells exactly like cum. Thick, gooey, and... still warm. What kind of ghost shoots out shit like this? You two sure it was a ghost? Or... is somebody just fucking with y’all?"

He kept his voice low and a little naughty on purpose, while in his head he was replaying the photo still saved on his phone in his pocket. The sight of Sonya and Lena’s totally wrecked faces covered in his load was still crystal clear.

Sonya shook her head, but her eyes were getting watery again from how sticky it felt. "Ray... please... this is seriously disgusting... I can’t take it anymore... get me some wet wipes..."

Lena could only weakly wipe her cheek, her voice all small and shaky. "It’s... it has to be a ghost... but... why does it feel so fucking weird..."

Ray just chuckled quietly to himself.

’They still haven’t figured it out... This is my actual cum.’

The little room was still thick with Ray’s smell, and the two girls had no clue that the "ghost" they were blaming... was the guy standing right in front of them with that fake innocent look on his face.

Ray quickly put on a voice, "Okay okay, wait a sec!" pretending to sound all worried, but inside he was dying, about to burst out laughing any second. He hurried out of the office, half-jogged over to the front reception desk, and grabbed the big pack of wet wipes from the drawer. Seconds later he came back a little out of breath, but still barely holding that huge grin back.

Sonya and Lena were still sitting on the floor looking like a total fucking disaster. That thick white cum had started drying up in patches, making their skin feel all tight and super sticky. Lena wouldn’t stop frantically wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, eyes wide with pure terror.

"Holy shit... what kind of fucking ghost was that?!" Lena’s voice trembled hard.

Sonya nodded super fast, her face turning even whiter. She clutched her stomach like she was genuinely about to throw up any second. "Yeah... I don’t believe it either. Since when do ghosts spray hot liquid like this? It won’t come off at all, Ray... it feels like it’s glued to my skin forever. And the smell... ughhh, I seriously can’t take it anymore. This isn’t normal ghost shit. What kind of ghost even does... this?!"

They both stared at each other, eyes full of real panic and straight-up disgust.

"This is way too fucking creepy," Lena went on, her voice getting louder. "Normal ghosts just pop up or knock stuff over! But this one straight-up blasted us with so much thick white nasty goo? I’ve never heard of any ghost story like this! You sure there wasn’t somebody else in here just now, Son?"

Sonya shook her head really hard.

Ray walked back in holding the big box of wet wipes. He handed it over with the most innocent face he could pull off, but his shoulders were already twitching from holding in his laughter. "Here. Wipe your faces first. But for real though... you sure it was a ghost? ’Cause the smell still..."

Lena shot him a death glare while snatching the wipes and scrubbing her face aggressively. "Ray! Shut the fuck up! This isn’t the time to mess around! I’m literally disgusted as hell right now!"

Sonya grabbed a handful too and started wiping her forehead and cheeks in total panic. The more she wiped, the more it smeared everywhere, making her look even more nauseous. "Yeah Ray... please don’t troll us right now. I really can’t handle this... it’s so sticky... still warm... it’s all over my lips. That ghost... it must be some perverted ghost or whatever?! How the hell can it do something like this..."

Ray stood there in front of them, hands in his pockets, pretending to nod all serious while his lips kept curling into a smirk he couldn’t hide. "Alright alright, my bad. But... you noticed, right? The ghost just vanished instantly? No footsteps, no nothing. Just... left behind this thick, white, warm mess... hmm."

Right as Lena and Sonya were busy desperately trying to clean the rest of the cum off their still-messy faces—

THUUUDDD!

The office door suddenly slammed open hard as hell from the outside, the sound booming through the tiny room.

Everything froze. Lena and Sonya screamed together in terror, their hands still stuck on their half-wiped, cum-streaked faces. Ray, who had been fighting back laughter the whole time, actually froze too — his eyes popping wide open for real this time.