Ghost Of Culture

And by the time I am done asking the all-powerful System about the finer things in my ghostly afterlife and constantly being rejected just like that time when I keep on hara.s.sing this hot girl out to the prom with me, it is already morning.

My alarm radio goes off as usual, and with a smile on my face, I open my eyes to greet a new day.

My mind is completely at east.

That is a bit strange, given that I should be very worried.

Not worried. Utterly terrified, actually.

I really should be terrified about all those cosmic stuffs that are out there in the universe, readying to come and devour my puny soul.

I should also be terrified about the possibility of being discovered by my b.i.t.c.h of a wife. Discovered of the fact that I have repeated face-f.u.c.k our only daughter and have her swallow my milky venom under the pretense of saving my life.

Oh. And as a bonus, I also grope her sweet busty b.r.e.a.s.t.s and bountiful a.s.s while I dump gallon of c.u.m into her tummy, much to her blissful pleasure.

My daughter is willing to do it, so who am I to refuse her?

Besides, she is shaping nicely into my private c.o.c.k-sucking and c.u.m-drinking c.o.c.k-sleeve.

What should I feed her today? Oh, right. What I have feed her for the last two days.

There is only one choice available, and she has to suck it out from my c.o.c.k. Hah!

Just thinking about my beautiful and gullible daughter makes my c.o.c.k grows to full length. Despite the fact that I have blown several enormous loads yesterday and the day before, I am still h.o.r.n.y as f.u.c.k.

h.o.r.n.y, h.o.r.n.y, ghostly.

There is some charm to that.

And my horniness isn"t entirely due to my gorgeous daughter with her beautiful golden blond hair and innocent blue eyes. It actually more to do with me personally.

Richard too since he is as h.o.r.n.y as I am in regard to his daughter. Everyone would, honestly.

Mary is such a c.o.c.k-tease.

I think I will tap that hot a.s.s of hers today. How will be quite a challenge, but with my newfound power, I am more than capable of convincing my daughter into spreading her a.s.s and taking her medicine.

Hah!

I will tell you all about what I mean later.

For now, I need to get out of bed, which I did just before slipping on my s.h.i.+rt and humming joyfully to myself.

I take a look at myself in the mirror, noticing that I have become slimmer.

"Didn"t know it works instantly, but this is good. This is too good."

I let out a laugh and pat my still bloated stomach before brus.h.i.+ng my teeth.

A single attribute point to Stamina won"t change my appearance that much, but it is still better than nothing. I spend the rest of the points into Intelligence.

It will help Richard more than it helps me. His Intelligence attribute is already above average, but with the added points, he should be a lot smarter and wiser. He should tell s.l.u.t to go suck it.

Yes! Do that. Do it!

To be honest, I was reluctant in spending those points on someone like Richard.

But since he has given me so much, I suppose I should give him something in return to better his s.h.i.+tty life and job. It isn"t like those points are gone forever, I am told by the System.

I can take them back when the possession is over, and I will take them back if Richard proves to be an undeserving idiot. I hope he will not be. I don"t want an idiot man of culture.
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I want one who can spread my culture further!

Once I have dressed up and cleaned myself, I head downstairs with my tented boxer. My s.e.xy daughter is in need of her morning milkshake, and I am happy to provide.

I also want to test out my newfound ability. It is the one that my Maker has gifted me for completing the tutorial. Some tutorial, that was. I didn"t even know.

But a gift is a gift.

Can I have more in advance, oh Great Maker? Pretty please? It would help so much.

Unfortunately, the Maker does not answer, not until I become a lot more stronger.

So strong that one day I might be able to step onto Zenith. Zenith describes to be some sort of heavenly paradise. I hope that I will be able to see it eventually. I am immortal, so I am in no need to hurry.

For now, I want to see my s.e.xy teenage daughter on her knees and relieve me of my morning wood.

This is a really huge morning wood. Thick and hard. Fit perfectly into her hot mouth and tight throat.

"Sweetie?"

I call out when I enter the kitchen. She is nowhere to be found in there. The table where I had f.u.c.ked her face and blow a few loads down her throat is cleaned and spotless as it has been since last night.

That is strange. Mary should be sitting there at the table, having breakfast. The kitchen sink is emptied, so she hasn"t had her breakfast yet.

Could she be in the living room?

I hover to the living room next. Not hover since Richard isn"t a ghost, but the horniness makes me feel very light and floaty.

Sadly, my daughter is not in the living room either.

I look around the room and recall sitting right there on the sofa after I had driven my daughter home from school, all while pumping my huge c.o.c.k out of her hot and wet mouth.

As I sat there on the sofa, Mary was between my legs and sucking the venom out of me, much to my delight. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were also bare, allowing me to molest them with my eyes and hands.

They are so soft and tender, filling out my palm very nicely. She has beaten her mother in the area. It is more like in every area imaginable.

I also recall helping her with her homework in this room after dinner. Not me personally. Richard did, and throughout the whole time, he was sitting very close to her and giving her a lot of hugs as well as ma.s.sages, making her giggle.

Mary had no idea that her father had molested her the whole time while he helps her with her school work. Her a.s.s is in his hand. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in the other.

I can recall the soft and tender feelings upon my palms and fingers even if she had been wearing pantie and bra.

d.a.m.n. They feel so nice.

I guess I forgot to tell my daughter not to wear any undergarments when we are home alone together.

It allows for an easier access.

I will do that as soon as possible, because my daughter should always be ready to suck out the venom and get f.u.c.ked around the house.

That would be a dream.

An awesome dream! Hah!

I shake myself out my fantasy and return to the hallway. My c.o.c.k is getting impatient.

I am too.

Where the h.e.l.l is my daughter when I need her?

I mean. Where is my – ah f.u.c.k it. I am not religious.

And Richard isn"t a saint, so I can swear and curse all I want. We both are going to h.e.l.l for all of this. I mean Richard is. h.e.l.l didn"t want me.

Why the f.u.c.k not!? I would be a great devil, tempting people into committing adultery. Hah!

My ears eventually capture a faint voice, accompanying by the rus.h.i.+ng of water.

Ah. That is where she is.

Why is my daughter taking a shower so late in the morning?

Mary should have done so about half an hour ago, right before breakfast. Since my daughter is actually taking a shower right now instead of already had her breakfast, it seems that she has wake up kind of late today. It is like due to becoming extremely exhausted last night.

I did give her quite a ma.s.sage.

Unfortunately, I didn"t give her a midnight snake or paint her face. Richard, you idiot.

Did you go to sleep with blue b.a.l.l.s!?

Good thing I am so cheerful this morning or I will start smas.h.i.+ng things around the house.

Anyway, I stalk the hallway towards the bathroom. I turn the doork.n.o.b to see if it is locked. It usually isn"t in case something happens. It is the same with the bedrooms.

It isn"t my rule, but I welcome it, nonetheless.

And it isn"t like I am creepy enough to peek on my daughter while she showers or asleep.

Hah! I am totally creepy enough. And it isn"t like the first time I did such a thing.

I spy on everyone for many years, so I become an expert at it.

Well. When no one can see or hear you, it is really hard to get caught.

I might get caught now, but no pain no gain.

Carefully, I slip myself into the bathroom to have a closer peek. The shower and bath are emptied and dried, meaning she hasn"t taken a shower yet.

Good. I think I will join her since I am super sweaty. I did miss out daddy-daughter"s shower last night, so I should make up for it today.

My daughter is standing at the basin, looking directly at her own reflection in the mirror. Both of her hands are up to her face, checking herself.

"Did it really work? I think I have become a bit prettier. Maybe dad can let the venom out on my face instead of making me swallow it again. I don"t mind since it doesn"t taste that bad."

My daughter didn"t say that. It actually hovering above her head.

This is my newest power, the power to see thoughts. This will help me greatly.

I didn"t pay much attention to her face since my eyes are glued to her body. She is only wearing a hot pink bra and pantie, and since her body is leaning forwards, her shapely rear is directly pointing at me, inviting me to enter from behind.

Don"t mind if I do, sweetie.

My c.o.c.k throbs maddingly.

Oh G.o.d.

I nearly rush there to grab her a.s.s and press my hard c.o.c.k against it. I think she will scream if I did that because any normal person would, gullible or not.

I need to ease her into it.

And my daughter will scream in delight as I drill her a.s.s.