Ghost Of Culture

A really loud pinging sound also accompanies it, so it is pretty hard to ignore.

While I don"t really like the interruption, I open the message anyway just to see what it is. The message could be from the Great Maker himself. That would be awesome, seriously.

Sadly, it is not.

And I sort of forgot that messages from the Great Maker automatically open themselves, so I had just gotten myself really hyped up for nothing. Whoops.

The message is actually from the delivery guy. No idea what his name is though since he hadn"t bother to introduce himself to me. I didn"t introduce myself to him either, so it balances out. I think I still get the short end of the stick though.

Anyway, apparently another week has pa.s.sed in the overworld, so I receive more Power Stones. About 850 more. Give or take a few stones.

How many do I have now?

Almost 5000, I think. Maybe a bit more. All sitting there in my inventory, not taking up all of that s.p.a.ce at all, but then again, I haven"t really tested out the inventory and all of its functions in full yet.

Because I have better place to stick my thing into. Hah!

And just like before, the message is an audio message. Maybe not really an audio message from what happened last time around. It is more like a one-way communication message. Super inconvenience.

"Hey. Oh, you are busty, I see. I mean busy. Here is your 857 Power Stones. A little less than the week before, so you are slipping there, buddy. By the way, are you saving it up for something? Why though? If you don"t want to consume them, you can use them to unlock things, you know. Check your manual to see how."

I roll my eyes at the message. Like what manual is he talking about? The f.u.c.king nonexistent one?

Seriously? By the time that I finally have one in my hand, it will be as useful as a paperweight. a.s.suming that it is a physical book. Probably not going to be a physical book.

"Just kidding…"

Oh. The message hasn"t finished.

"…you might have guessed by now that there is no such manual. The girl in charge thinks it just makes thing too easy for newcomers, so she didn"t bother to write up one. It cannot be helped since she is a Champion of the Primordial Sin of Sloth after all. Her champions are all real lazy and do like the barest essentials. Sure, you can request a manual from her, but expect it to receive it in several millennia."

There is an audible sigh within the message.

Wait a second. It is a physical book? The f.u.c.k!?

"A lot of people screw up their builds because of that, but I don"t think it really matters to you, Ghostly, being an astral spirit and all of that. Just don"t start building your spiritual power just yet, not until you understand what each stat represents. There is no soft reset or anything like that if you screw up your stats. Only hard reset. That is by actually committing suicide and then making sure to reincarnate. You have to make sure you reincarnate before you kill yourself though. It happens quite a lot for the same reason I just mentioned above."

What do you mean by it happens a lot? People failing to reincarnate, so they just die instead?

Sounds extremely sketchy.

"Anyway, that is all the time I have for you since I am a very busy guy. Time is money, just like my boss has always told me. He actually forces me to pay for time I am wasting, so I will charge you for it. About 5 Power Stones will do. Oh. My name is Razon. You can call me Raze if you wish. See you next week."

Wait. What!?

I immediately check the history log and realize that I only receive 851 Power Stones (PS) instead of the stated amount, which is 857PS. That gives me a total 5000PS in total.

Wow. It feels like this is a setup, just so I have 5000PS in total. Will something magic happen then?

Nothing happens. I mean, aside from Sophia and Alice repositioning themselves like I have asked them to. That is pretty magical, considering their beautiful a.s.ses are sticking upwards when they are bending down towards my c.o.c.k. Hah!

But still, what a s.h.i.+fty b.a.s.t.a.r.d. At least I know his name now. s.h.i.+fty b.a.s.t.a.r.d Raze!

He also takes 6 stones instead of 5! b.a.s.t.a.r.d! That is not what we agreed upon.

Actually, I didn"t agree on anything. He just takes it like I owed him or something. Can he do something like that!? Apparently yes. What a s.h.i.+fty b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

And as much as I want those Power Stones back, I realize that it is pointless to cry over spilled milk.

Those stones are probably gone. Like gone forever, or at least until I somehow grab hold of Raze. Then what? Pummel him? I think he probably pummel me instead. Physically. Spiritually too?

Not too sure about what all of that spiritual stuff is about. I know there is physical stats, but it only for the meat bags, not me. I would need to learn about spiritual stats…

Actually, I honestly do not care at the moment, especially when there are two busty teenagers tending me as I rest back against the bedhead with a grin plasters on my face.

That grin didn"t come of as creepy or anything, not when I am possessing an old dude right now. He is more than twice their age. Almost three times. Hah!

Alice is the first one to lower her b.r.e.a.s.t.s onto my waiting c.o.c.k, as she knows what a c.o.c.k-ma.s.sages is from before. But unlike then, Alice has to warp her b.r.e.a.s.t.s around my c.o.c.k, and doing it herself is not going as smoothly as she might have liked.

It is pretty hard for someone as inexperienced like her, but she has to start somewhere, doesn"t she?

I honestly don"t mind her inexperience as I get to feel her incredible jugs slapping and bouncing against the tip of my engorged c.o.c.k as she tries to wrap her t.i.ts around the shaft. It feels like poking a ma.s.sive ball of jiggly jelly with my c.o.c.k.

And how did I know something like that? Have a guess. Heh.

In contrast, Sophia watches Alice from the side, learning everything through observation alone.

This doesn"t include the part about me grabbing my c.o.c.k with one hand and pus.h.i.+ng it between those huge melons belonging to Alice.

Have to help her before I blow a nut. Would not be cool if that happens, especially when my c.o.c.k isn"t fully wrapped around their t.i.tties yet.

And once my c.o.c.k is nicely nested between those incredible b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Alice moves her hands outwards and presses her t.i.ts together while I jerk my hips upwards, causing the c.o.c.khead to pop out of the top of that tight valley.

My c.o.c.k throbs in the process. More prec.u.m oozes from the tip, running down the c.o.c.khead and then pooling in the recess of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"That is good, Alice. But since you are on top of me, you will have to move your b.r.e.a.s.t.s up and down. Like this. To stimulate the ma.s.saging motion."

I teach the dark-haired girl. My hands press against her hands on each side before lifting up her melons and dropping them right down. Repeatedly.

Thanks to the prec.u.m, my c.o.c.k is able to slide in and out of the valley as Alice gives me a b.o.o.b job, all on her own too since I remove my hands and lean back to enjoy the sensation.

"That nice, Alice. Your t.i.ts feel so good against my c.o.c.k. Ah."

I groan and buckle my hips just to f.u.c.k those lovely t.i.tties for minutes on end, and just before I about to nut, I stop her and free my c.o.c.k from that warm and soft bosoms.

"Sophia. Don"t just sit there and watch. Do what Alice just did. Wrap my c.o.c.k with your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

I tell Sophia, who finally snaps out of it. It is all very strange to her, but since Alice is enjoying it, it must be quite enjoyable.

While Sophia drops her t.i.ts on my c.o.c.k, holding it in between, I reach out my hand to the side to fondle Alice. It is incredible how her b.r.e.a.s.t.s fill out my palm so nicely with each squeeze. They are so soft, so heavenly soft.

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I gasp as Sophia mimics what Alice did before, but since she has a smaller chest, the valley in between her t.i.ts is much smaller and tighter. So tight. So unholy tight!

Her pace is also a lot faster too, forcing my c.o.c.k to poke its head out of her valley repeatedly, slas.h.i.+ng some prec.u.m in the process. And without me telling her to, she would tip her head down and suck on the c.o.c.khead whenever it pokes through her cavernous cleavage.

Alice avidly watches what Sophia is doing while I continue to grope her huge t.i.ts. She is also licking her lips, pondering to herself why she didn"t do something like that.

"Alice. Push your b.r.e.a.s.t.s against Sophia"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so I can c.o.c.k-ma.s.sage you both."

I suggest. It is all leading to that, obviously.

Sophia slows down the c.o.c.k-pumping with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to allow Alice to join in on the fun.

And as Alice lowers herself and her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pressing those juicy meats against Sophia"s equally lovely pairs, my c.o.c.k slips out and gets sandwiched right in between.

"Yes. Like that. Now resume what you two have been doing before. Oh Jesus."

I call out and the two teenagers hold their b.r.e.a.s.t.s from the sides while looking at each other. With an unspoken agreement, they begin to steady lift their b.r.e.a.s.t.s and drop it against my c.o.c.k in a rhythmic stroking motion, allowing me to ride into heavenly delight.

Great Maker! I love b.o.o.bs! I love a.s.ses! I love p.u.s.s.ies. I love everything within the female form! Hah!

Once more, my c.o.c.k pops out between their bosoms excitedly, spraying translucent prec.u.m over their t.i.ts as they try to milk me with their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

My hips join in, pumping my c.o.c.k between a soft place and another soft place. Very soft and warm.

Hah!

And the final straw happens when Sophia and Alice both lower their head and stick out their very hot and wet tongue, licking that peekaboo c.o.c.khead and tasting me.

"Jesus!"

I call out and grab both of their head, pus.h.i.+ng their lips against my c.o.c.k as I spear right through those lovely melons and explodes. Like a f.u.c.king c.u.m fountain, my c.o.c.k sprays geyser after geyser of creamy c.u.m all over their tongues, mouths and faces.

The pressure is so much that my s.p.u.n.ks arc in the air, descending and coating their hairs, giving each teenagers streak of sticky white.

Alice and Sophia gasp and practically wrestle themselves to envelope the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. crown. They both fail at that, managing to coat their face more in my steamy c.u.m.

At that point, I practically collapse against the bedhead, letting out everything within my b.a.l.l.s without any restrain. It takes a full minute for the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. to die down.

The lovely sight remains is enough to bring me to diamond hardness once more.

And seeing both of their c.u.m-coated faces with my c.o.c.k sandwiched between their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I couldn"t help but grin broadly. An idea pops into my mind. A lot of ideas, actually.

"Sorry about that, but it feels so good, Alice and Sophia. But it does feel like a waste, so why don"t you lick each other clean."

I suggest, wanting to really see them lick each other. In more than one way. b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s.

Alice immediately takes my suggestion and licks Sophia, taking a thick glob of c.u.m into her mouth with her tongue. Several globs of c.u.m, actually. The gesture causes Sophia to tense up, but she did not tell Alice to stop.

"Don"t be so greedy, Alice. You should share some with Sophia. Remember how Mary shares c.u.m with you in the bathroom?"

I point out, not even bother to mention Richard. She a.s.sumes that Richard has told me, so it is not really necessary to mention that over and over again.

And seeing Alice and Sophia lock lips while their faces are coated with my c.u.m nearly makes me coat their faces again.

Unholy s.h.i.+t!