What happened was that a week ago, Olivia's boyfriend invested in a film for her to play the female lead.
It was a ghost movie, and according to the script, the filming took place in a shabby house in the countryside. Olivia had to lie in a coffin to play the female ghost.
At the time, nothing unusual happened. But after returning home, strange things began to occur. For several nights in a row, Olivia experienced sleep paralysis—lying in bed, fully conscious and awake, yet unable to move. She… she also felt someone behind her, pressing a hand against her. The hand was icy cold, unbearably so. At first, it just held her gently, but later, it grew unrestrained!
Additionally, when she took a bath, she always felt a pair of eyes watching her from all directions. Those eyes were eerie and terrifying. Olivia couldn't see them, but she could sense their presence.
After Olivia finished speaking, her expression was fearful—she seemed genuinely scared. She suspected she was haunted by an evil spirit, which was why she had been searching for a way to exorcise it. Coincidentally, I had posted an advertisement for Gods and Ghosts Tattoos in the group, so she decided to come and give it a try.
I told her, "The effectiveness of Gods and Ghosts Tattoos is guaranteed—exorcism won't be a problem. But first, I need to understand the root cause. Why exactly are you haunted, and by what kind of spirit? Only then can I tattoo the appropriate design."
No one gets haunted for no reason. She must have encountered something—or come into contact with some dirty thing.
Olivia thought for a moment. She said that lately, she had been busy filming and hadn't gone anywhere else. Nothing particularly strange had happened—except maybe the coffin used during shooting.
"A coffin? How?" I had a feeling Olivia was onto something. Maybe it was that coffin.
Olivia explained that the prop coffin for filming had been damaged and could no longer be used. The crew then went to a coffin shop intending to buy a real one, but the shop in that rural area had closed down. They had no choice but to travel far to purchase a coffin.
The crew was strapped for cash and couldn't afford the hassle, so the director decided to use a coffin stored in a derelict house nearby.
It was said that the house had once been a righteous village—a place where corpses were stored, equivalent to a modern-day morgue. Later, it was abandoned, leaving only the coffin behind.
The director chose to shoot the ghost movie there precisely because of this. At the very least, the atmosphere was fitting, with a strong sense of time and place, making the horror film feel more authentic and thrilling.
The coffin itself had a backstory—it wasn't just some nameless coffin, or the director wouldn't have dared to use it.
This coffin had belonged to the son of a former landlord. The man was an opium addict, his body frail. On his wedding night, his wife was so beautiful that in his excitement, he smoked two pipes and suddenly dropped dead. Truly an unlucky man.
Later, the village suffered a flood. No one knows how, but the coffin was washed out, its lid even flung open. The bones inside were swept away by the floodwaters—only the coffin remained. That's why it stayed in the village until now.
There was one more thing, but Olivia stammered when she brought it up, hesitating before finally speaking. She made me swear never to tell anyone because it was shameful. I gave her my word, and only then did she continue.
Olivia admitted the director had a fetish—he liked to sleep with women inside the coffin. At the time, she didn't think much of it and agreed.
The director had plenty of connections in the industry, and Olivia wanted to climb the ladder. This kind of thing wasn't uncommon in showbiz. Even though she had a boyfriend—a wealthy boss—Olivia knew he had many women. She also knew exactly what he wanted from her. Once he grew tired of her, he'd dump her without a second thought. So Olivia saw no guilt in securing a few more "backers."
After all, her boyfriend only wanted her body, and she only wanted his money. Both of them were just playing games.
When Olivia said this, she didn't sound ashamed—if anything, she seemed proud. Despite her earlier claim that it was "shameful," her tone betrayed her real feelings.
This entertainment industry is a mess. Only someone like Olivia could thrive in it. She wasn't like Chloe, who came from poverty and was forced into this life. Olivia? She was vain and gold-digging from the start.
No shame, no regrets—just having fun with whoever could benefit her.
And fucking in a coffin? That's next-level depravity.
But I run a business. I don't judge my clients. My job is to give them the best tattoo possible—her choices are none of my concern.
After Olivia finished explaining, I had a good idea why she was haunted.
"The problem is that coffin," I said. "He died before his wedding night—there's bound to be resentment. His spirit never left, clinging to the coffin instead."
I told her, "Filming was one thing, but using the coffin as a bed? That's a male ghost. Of course he'd haunt you. He probably thinks you're his wife now—that's why he visits you at night."
Olivia was terrified. She grabbed my arm, begging for a solution. "I only sleep with directors and bosses, not ghosts!" she cried.
Damn, what's wrong with this woman? Even now, that's what she's worried about?
I reassured her: "Don't worry. This ghost isn't malicious—just lustful. I'll give you a Gods and Ghosts Tattoo to ward off evil spirits. After this, he won't dare come near you again."
Today, Chloe didn't ask for the Ghost-Begging Yaksha tattoo, so I gave it to Olivia instead.
I introduced Olivia to the Ghost-Begging Yaksha. She looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure this works?"
I nodded firmly and assured her it would definitely work—if not, I'd give her a full refund. The only catch was that Gods and Ghosts Tattoos were a bit expensive, costing 20,000 yen.
Olivia waved it off. "Money's no problem. But if it doesn't work, I'll smash your signboard. I know a lot of powerful people—wrecking your shop would be easy. No joke. But if it does work, I'll help promote you. I know tons of rich people. Word gets out, and your business will boom."
I reassured her. "We've been classmates for years. Would I cheat you?"
Once Olivia agreed, I prepped the tattoo tools and ink, then had her lie face-down on the tattoo bed.
The Ghost-Begging Yaksha design went on her back. Olivia bared her smooth, flawless skin. I couldn't help thinking—such a shame not to put cupping marks on this back.
Olivia smirked. "Regretting not accepting my confession back then? If you had, you might've been my first man."
I stayed silent. Sure, Olivia was stunning now—plastic surgery had turned her into a starlet lookalike. Her body was toned, curves perfect (probably from frequent gym sessions). But I felt nothing for her. Women like her were toys for rich men. A poor guy like me? No chance. Besides, I had no interest in gold-diggers or vain women. And I really didn't like being cheated on.
As I worked, Olivia grew bored and started bragging—her luxury cars, designer bags, a single dress worth over 100,000. She boasted about the producers and directors she'd entertained, calling them "easy marks" who'd sponsor her films. "They drop millions on me yearly."
Then she eyed my shabby shop and smirked. "Look at you—still a loser. Good thing I didn't end up with you."
Typical. This vain gold-digger really had no shame. Trading her body for cash, then flaunting it in my face? If not for needing money to save Grandpa, I'd have kicked her out.
Olivia huffed when I ignored her and finally shut up.
Hours later, the tattoo was done—a Ghost-Begging Yaksha wielding a staff, clad in spectral robes, its mouth full of fangs.
I showed Olivia the mirror. She frowned. "It's scary. The bosses might freak out. Guess I'll have to keep the lights off during business now."
Truthfully, the back was a hidden spot. I could have used a vanishing potion—same effect, just invisible. But for someone like her? Not worth the effort. As long as the tattoo worked, I didn't care.
Olivia paid quickly, dressed, and left with a warning: "Remember—if this fails, I'm smashing your shop."
Another 20,000 in my pocket. With Stella's 10,000, today's total hit 30,000—a damn good haul.
By now, it was 10 PM. I was about to close up when another woman appeared at my door.