The Will of Gil (Harry Potter)

Chapter 74

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Chapter 74- Ghost Set-Up. [R-18]

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*LEMON CONTINUES*

"Hi, Professor Lockhart!" I can only look on stunned and my mind in a garbled mess as Myrtle Warren, more commonly known as Moaning Myrtle, the ghost, floats in front of me, but looking more different than ever. Before, she had large framed black glasses, but now she had nothing showcasing her bright eyes. Their colour is currently blue, as she is a ghost. Her pigtails are still pigtails, but somehow they are sexy? They are just a lot looser and are placed in different spots on her head that give off a different vibe.

Aside from that, she had gotten rid of the big robe entirely, showcasing her slim body beneath, her shirt straining against the big tits she had underneath. Her skirt is short enough to show off some of that pillowy ethereal ghost ass that peeks out. Overall, it gives off the vibe of a sexy schoolgirl and very much looks like it, with no hint of the former Moaning Myrtle in sight, which is a complete makeover. But what makes all of this the more shocking is that she had just whooshed outside of the now comatose form of Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was just freshly fucked, by yours truly. And I can't help but begin to come to some disturbing conclusions.

"What the hell is..." I'm so distraught that I can't even finish my words. I stare at Myrtle and demand answers with some discomfort and muted horror inside of me. After all, the implications of what had just happened were very clear to me, as she had just poured out of McGonagall after me, and she had done the dance without pants and a lot of it. Even with my very hard countenance, Mytrle is just grinning back, looking nonplussed and actually very proud.

"Why, I took your advice Gilderoy. I changed up my whole look and decided to stop being all mopey all the time and focused on seeing what I could really do as a ghost. You know, people are so down in the dumps or given up and just start going with the flow after their death that they never really figure out just what they are capable of. For some reason, they think death is actually the end even when they end up sticking around after the fact." Myrtle starts to explain, flying through the air and swishing this way and that, and I can't help but glance at her juddering breasts, which she notices and with a sly smirk, she lets them free, allowing me to see her dark blue, glowing see-through nipples before continuing to talk.