The sadist ghost doesn't allow me to sleep. Manhua

As Yuuji laid in bed, enveloped in the darkness of his room, a sense of anticipation mingled with fear twisted in his gut. The ghost's presence had become a constant in his life, a haunting reminder of desires he never knew existed. Each night, as the clock struck midnight, it would appear before him, a spectral figure with eyes that seemed to see into his very soul. At first, Yuuji had tried to resist the ghost's allure, clinging to the memory of Takumi and the unrequited love that chained his heart. But as the ghost's touch sent electric currents through his veins, awakening desires he dared not acknowledge, Yuuji felt himself surrendering to the unknown. In the ghost's embrace, Yuuji found solace from the ache in his heart, a fleeting moment of passion that set his world on fire. Yet, with each night that passed, a sense of unease crept into his mind, whispering doubts about the true nature of the ghost's intentions. Caught in a tumultuous storm of emotions, Yuuji grappled with conflicting desires that threatened to tear him apart. Was he willing to forsake everything he knew for a love that transcended the boundaries of the living? Or would he cling to the safety of familiarity, denying himself the chance to explore the depths of his own desires? As the lines between reality and fantasy blurred, Yuuji knew that the answers he sought lay not in the arms of the ghost, but within the depths of his own soul. And as he faced the ultimate choice between love and fear, he understood that true liberation came from embracing the darkest corners of his heart, no matter the consequences.