Penetrated by the School Spirit

"This is stupid," Haru's voice spoke as several hands pressed into his shoulder blades, forcing him forward as his feet moved involuntarily. He grunted when the pressure on his back finally released, now turning his head to face the crowd of familiar classmates and their wide-spread grins. "There is no way it is real, so why force me at all?". His voice was dry but laced with the slightest arrogance as disobedience lingered on his tongue.

"Are you too afraid to try?", One voice spoke from the crowd, their tone mocking as people around them sneered and began to jest. Other voices echoed similar sentiments, each of them verbally pushing him toward the library doors.

Dark and thick, made of an older oak wood. They had an ancient musk, an unrelenting stench that tickled one's nostril when you got too close. These doors were infamous for opening wide to an older abandoned library on the college campus. It had since been left to rot, ignored and neglected by students and teachers alike due to.. paranormal rumours. Those who had been unfortunate enough to wander into this library after dark were met with a cruel fate, an unforgiving spirit would strip them of their soul and leave an empty, greying husk behind. Haru had never been particularly spiritual, a faith in ghosts and the spooky unknown simply didn't reside with him unlike most. Which made him a prime target for stupid dares like this. People were determined to prove him wrong.

His palm grazed the cold handle of the door, clutching the metal material with a small frown creasing onto his lips. 'This is pointless' was a consistent thought that played on his mind but he pushed through regardless since he knew the faces around him wouldn't let up with their demand anytime soon. Their demands were simple; spend the entire night in the library without leaving before the sun rose to pour through the windows. It was simple enough, the only threat seemed to be the unending boredom Haru was sure he would face since he has never been the type to delve deeply into books but he wasn't the type to avoid challenges either. Curse his conceit..

With a soft nudge, the door eased and let out a bellowing creak as both of them widened ahead of him with one push. A musty and unkempt smell hit his nose, the obvious signs of lack of life and presence in a space that had been long abandoned lived in the dust and darkness that seemed to surround him. People behind him bellowed, cheering him further with each step he slowly took inside until he was entirely swallowed by the warm and thick atmosphere that wrapped around his mind and seeped into his chest. He turned back, watching the large doors pull to a fast close as they slammed shut behind him. The determined laughter, light-hearted mockery and applause came to a dampening silence as the sounds were completely blocked. Everything was eerily silent. Haru reached for the door, his slender fingers grazing against the ancient and untreated wood as the uneven and prickly surfaces dared to try to pierce through his skin.

*Ow.* Haru pulled his hand away, staring down at the sharp foreign object that stuck out of his finger. Using a well-kempt nail he reached for it, plucking it out of the thin layers of his skin with a slight wince as he felt the breath of relief he took tickle his nostrils. There was a small reddened spot where the splinter had implanted itself and he rubbed it soothingly, turning his back to the door as he stepped further into the library.

Books, endless books. Everywhere he turned, more books stared back at him in an endless labyrinth of knowledge and fairy tales he would never know. The shelves were dusty enough to make him cough and the books themselves looked like they might crumble to unfixable pieces if he held them without enough delicacy. Perhaps they had been here for years, even centuries, he couldn't say for sure. So many books, so many vast containments of knowledge left completely untouched due to such an insignificant rumour.

The idea of a person losing their soul, the very essence of their being, from simply residing in an old library over night was beyond unrealistic. Haru couldn't claim with blazing confidence that he believed in the existence of a soul, he just lives his life day by day without giving the unknown a moment of his mind. This dare felt entirely futile, and Haru was more concerned with finding a comfortable place to sleep amongst plastic chairs and cobweb-covered corners.

He explored the library quietly, his feet dragging against the carpeted material that was long worn by dust and thousands of feet piling onto it with each passing day. He perhaps even wondered what this library would have looked like in its prime. A clean and lively room, filled to the brim with bustling students and bitter librarians that grumbled whenever a person laughed just a little too loud. The soft clicking of fingers moving seamlessly on keyboards, bright blue screens illuminating the concentrated faces of people working hard. As his head steadily filled with imaginative fantasies he suddenly heard a loud thud that forced him out of his daze.

With a fast motion he turned his head, his heart clenching in his chest only for the pressure to relax when he noticed a book lying on the floor. It was open, its elderly pages pressed against the floor as it lay there lifelessly. Of course, it is just a book. Haru lifted his feet to walk over to it, cautiously plucking the book off of the floor as he curiously stared into the newly-opened page. An older scent invaded Haru's nose, the muscles in his face scrunching up as it seeped into his senses. It was unpleasant yet easy to ignore and he now let his eyes flow across the words on the pages as he observed with minimal enthusiasm. He knew he should just put the book back somewhere random, but something made him pause. A small, insignificant feeling was slowly gaining more strength in the deepest pits of his stomach, nagging at him to continue.

One page was entirely filled with words he could hardly read. Faded and lost to time, many words were entirely incomprehensible while others seemingly made no sense at all. Attempting to read it in its entirety would be like trying to cautiously tape together the torn pieces of shredded paper so you could see the finished art piece inked into the image. It was utterly hopeless. Despite that, the page beside it was much more cautiously preserved. Haru's eyes fell over an image, one that had been carefully sketched and colored onto the paper. It was just as vibrant as a newly-made sketch, the mixture of hues boldly presenting themselves on the page to display what looked to be a creature of some kind.

Dokkaebi. The name given to a species of malevolent spirits that would spend its days toying with humans in whatever way it desired. They lived to cause chaos, playing endless tricks on unsuspecting people for their own trifling amusement. They were said to use extraordinarily powerful magic to deceive and manipulate mankind in any way desired. Its appearance seemed to change often, although its original form was an unappealing demon. Red flesh, long, ridged horns that looked like they could pierce through your skin and entangled black hair. They were hardly tall in stature, smaller and mostly male creatures that lived to illute individuals. From what Haru slowly gathered from the soiled pages, this creature would watch our deeds and reward or punish people accordingly.

Haru slammed the book shut, his eyes rolling as he let out a weary breath. He barely paid the book any more thought, pulling several others to the side before slotting it amongst equally uninteresting titles. With a quiet ruffle he was able to dust his hands off onto his clothes, entirely unamused by everything he had read. The existence of a creature that would judge you and your experiences just seemed unrealistic and all of the anticipation he had felt withered away helplessly as he came to realise that the mysterious book was nothing more than a fantasy. The kind of story you would tell your children to get them to behave. He almost cursed himself for giving into the expectations thrust upon him by the people who dared him into this room. For just a moment, he almost believed that something might be here with him.

"You dare disrespect my tale?" A deep voice suddenly spoke beside Haru's ear, each syllable felt raspy yet vexxed against his skin.

Haru felt an unexpected pressure against his back, a sound of shock and surprise pulling from his throat as he was suddenly shoved into the bookshelf. The stand rattled, books shaking gently as he found his face forced directly into them.

In another instant, both of his hands were grabbed with an inhuman force and pressed uncomfortably against his back as his body began to arch. His first instinct was to squirm, strained grunts vibrating in front of him as an impossible force kept his hands in place. Moving a mere inch proved to be an impossible challenge. He tried to gather his thoughts, he tried to understand who could have possibly slipped past his senses and entered the library without his notice. He turned his head to look back at his assailant, only to see that familiar red skin and messy hair.

The creature was tall, wide and large beyond measure and description. Despite what the book had claimed, this entity was far from short. An intimidating stature held him in place, an irritated expression was stamped on the Dokkaebi's face but its lips started to curl into a vain smirk before it opened its mouth to speak.

"You understand, don't you? You so cruelly slammed my book closed, rolled your eyes at my existence.. didn't you think it would come back to bite you?" The Dokkaebi's voice was mocking, snide yet tinged with a slight playfulness.

Haru barely even got the chance to speak before the Dokkaebi suddenly tugged at the hem of his pants, pulling them forcefully until they came tumbling past his body and dropping down to the ground around his ankles. It was violating and he didn't understand what was happening until a rough hand reached behind him and he felt his stomach tighten.

"W-wait, what are you doing? Who ar-" Haru was interrupted by the groan that bellowed from his own throat as the Dokkaebi suddenly pushed a long and thick finger inside his unexpecting hole. It curled and pushed inside, the unexpected sense of something inside of him made Haru gasp as an uncomfortable strain started to set in his lower back.

"Fuck.. you're clenching around me like crazy. Be honest, you're enjoying this aren't you, human?" The Dokkaebi cackled, ruthlessly shoving another one of his fingers inside of Haru without any regard for him at all. It was hot, unbearably tight and the Dokkaebi couldn't help but worry his fingers would lose all circulation entirely.

The Dokkaebi pressed his body more harshly against Haru's, pinning him fully to the surface, feeling the sharp angles of his hips and the solid warmth of him through layers of fabric. He bit the nape of Haru's neck to urge him to relax, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to make Haru hiss and squirm.

"You're such a weird bastard," Haru muttered against the ancient bookshelf, feeling his body forcibly growing warmer as his mind buzzed.

"You love it, the feeling of being so hopelessly violated by me." the Dokkaebi whispered back, rough and wrecked.

The Dokkaebi nipped at him again, harder this time, as one hand tangled itself in Haru's hair. He pushed his head back to force him to remain still, clutching onto him with a painful force. He grazed his teeth along the skin of his earlobe, not quite biting, just enough to make Haru shudder under him while his fingers steadily loosened his tight hole.

A book toppled off the nearest shelf and hit the ground with a heavy thud, but neither of them moved, locked together, breathing hard, bruising each other with an unexpected want. Resistance was truly futile, and despite the harshness of the way their bodies interlocked there was an underlying burning passion mixed between them both.

"Fuck. You're the most tempting human I've ever come across," the Dokkaebi's voice grumbled with a raspy urgency.

Without sparing another moment of patience, the Dokkaebi's hands moved everywhere at once. Pulling out of him in one swift moment, he seemed suitably loosened for now. His hands slid under Haru's shirt, his fingers digging cruelly into the lean and pathetic muscles of his abdomen. Tracing the deep line of his spine, he yanked the fabric over the human's head and discarded it without care as it became an unneeded lump of unwanted cloth on the floor by their feet.

He bent his head and bit down hard on Haru's shoulder, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave a purple mark blooming across pale skin. Haru jerked under him, a sound torn from deep in his chest, but didn't pull away. The Dokkaebi wanted to devour every inch of him.

Quickly, he pushed back into Haru's hips, his throbbing cock, hidden beneath layers of fabric, pressed into him as he rolled and buckled his body until he was rubbing against Haru's virgin hole. He grinded harder, feeling each vein on his cock urge and ache to feel the sweet release of thrusting mindlessly into the warm comfort of a tight human like Haru. Haru responded with pathetic mewls that pulled from his throat, the trembling of his thighs and the raw sounds ripped from his throat made his pleasure undeniable.

"Shit.." The Dokkaebi breathed, his voice raw with an urgent need.

The air between them was thick. The musk of sweat, the sharp, iron tang of bitten and bloodying skin, the heat of raw and unforgiving need. They filled the library with the scent of their desire. And still, it wasn't enough. They needed to be closer. Needed to tear each other apart just to feel whole. Hesitancy no longer existed between them as the Dokkaebi almost tore to take this human for himself in their entirety.

In several fast motions the Dokkaebi unbuckled his own clothes, the fabric around his hips tumbling to the ground alongside accessories that clicked against the hard floors. The Dokkaebi felt something inside him stir. A deep, guttural thing that had been caged for too long. And so, he began. Using a rough hand to pull Haru's semi-prepared hole further open he pressed the tip of his slicked cock against the inviting warmth of his entrance before thrusting it inside. Sloppy gasps bellowed, the sound of Haru's fingers helplessly scraping against the wood he desperately tried to cling onto as he felt his stomach fill with the Dokkaebi's length.

There was no rhythm now, no careful control or passionate love. It was a frenzy of hips slamming together with a brutal force, lips scraping down bodies and nails clawing desperate red lines down hips and thighs. Haru pushed back against him with reckless abandon, gasping and cursing under his breath, not caring about the bruises already blooming where the Dokkaebi's fingers sank into his hips. He wanted it rough in a way he had never experienced before. He wanted to be disciplined for his previous disrespect.

The Dokkaebi drove into Haru with a violence that bordered on savage, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming tide of pleasure, rage and desperate, aching need. Haru's body pathetically bucked against him, barely matching his ruthless beat. Every thrust tearing raw, broken noises from both of them echoed through the abandoned library. Their bodies rocking together existed as the only source of life. The slap of their bodies, the ragged sobs of breath, the shudder of the ancient walls around them.. it all blurred into a dizzy, punishing haze.

Haru's legs shook with the effort of holding himself up, fingers still clawing at the walls for relief. The Dokkaebi offered him no rest, wrapping an arm around his chest and hauling him back roughly against him. His mouth continued to endlessly press hot and hungry marks to Haru's throat, sucking deep bruises into the sweat-slicked skin like he yearned to brand him from the inside out.

Haru cried out. He was loud, wrecked, and the Dokkaebi answered with a growl deep enough it vibrated through both of their bodies. They moved together, blind and frantic as their bodies crashed and collided. Sweat, strain, pain and pleasure moved through them both in waves. Trembling bodies, gasping mouths, the burn of sweat and bodily fluids mixing together. It was enough to drive a creature like the Dokkaebi insane and their encounter together had only just gotten started.

"Was it scary? Far from it." Haru answered with a chuckle, the sun beaming down on him as he walked before he continued, "Nothing happened at all. I'll even do it again, if people really don't believe me."

Haru continued to move alongside his friend, turning his head back briefly to look back at the library he had been trapped in for an impossibly long night. It was over now, though he wasn't entirely against doing the dare again. Upon having that thought pushed into his mind, Haru put a hand onto his hip and lightly rubbed the bruising that was marked underneath his crumpled clothes. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he felt a thick, warm liquid slowly drip down the back of his thighs with each new step. He will probably come back, soon.