Ghost of Culture

56 The Cult Of Culture

It takes Richard a moment to realise what I am actually talking about.

More like trying to invite myself into his lovely home for some very ball-busting fun. Hah!

Well. What do they always say? The more the merrier. Something like that.

I mean more chicks, not dicks, but in this particular case, I will make a very special exception for myself as I am actually a nobody, so it doesn't really count. Hah!

"Holy shit! He doesn't mean that, does he!? What else could it be!? Oh shit. Oh shit. No. Oh shit! I am so fucking dead. Shit!"

Richard didn't say that out loud, but it is hovering above his head within his thought bubbles, allowing me to read him like an open textbook, not that I needed to at the moment.

The balding man literally wants to run as far away from this place as possible, preferably with his lovely daughter, of course.

I mean, I would too if I am about to get busted for busting a nut inside someone like her. Hah!

The power to read thoughts is one hell of an overpowering ability, so thank you so much that awesome ability, oh the Great maker! I cannot say thankyou enough, so I will just fuck a bunch of sexy teenagers in your name.

That should satisfy you, right? Definitely.

Booboobooboobs.

A message appears in my inbox, causing me to arch my brow. What the!? Please don't tell me that the Great Maker just heard me and decide to reward me with another awesome ability!?

Yes! Fucking yes!

Too bad it is isn't. Damn. Way to bust my bubble. But still, it is not a bad thing, considering that I have earned 1026 Power Stones. Another week has gone by in the overworld? That was fucking fast.

If only I have a way to use them without having to swallow them one by one. I am not going to do that, obviously. Fuck that!

Ahem.

"Yes, Richard. I know."

I state simply and take note of an absurd number of things go through his mind.

Most are about what Richard can say to me in order to escape as quickly as possible. Why is that really the first thing comes to his mind? Stay and fight, you dumbass. Oh, I am the one to talk.

I did run off too, but that was different. I have no way to fight against those damn Spiritual Beasts, not yet anyway. Will have ways soon.

"Calm down, Richard. I swear I will not speak a word of this to anyone if you allow me inside and have a little bit of fun with the girls."

I assure him, confirming his greatest fear as well. The greatest fear that any loving father who desires to make love to their beautiful daughters, especially those who have already done so. Like Richard for example. Heh.

"Um. Ah. Um."

Richard did not know what to do. He couldn't possibly invite me inside, so I can fuck his daughter and her two friends. That wouldn't be a good thing.

No certainly, it would not.

Although, I think I prefer him punching me in the face for even suggesting that.

That is what I would have done if someone blackmailed me in order to bang my daughter. My beautiful daughter who is so helpful at sucking out my spunk and let me buttfuck her whenever I want.

Hah!

Too bad Richard is a coward. He has always been one.

If he wasn't, he would have bitch-slap his bitch of a wife a long time ago and divorce her sorry ass.

Nope. Instead of doing that, Richard decides to slog his way through life, becoming pretty much a tool for his wife as well as those bitches at his company.

Man, if I have his skillsets, I would have my private office on the upper levels with my daughter as my very sexy assistant. That would be such an awesome life.

But nope, I don't. I am just a ghost without a real body. I really need to go and dig up my body in order to restore it somehow. It is not graverobbing if I am just taking back what is mine, right?

No? Meh. I am still going to do that. Need a place to stash a rotting corpse though. Oh wait, it probably is just a skeleton now. Damn it.

Anyway, I honestly don't know how to fix Richard of his cowardice and sissyness. Yes, that is a word. I know right?

Is there a way to just add points to his courage stats, or something like that? I do have like 25 abilities points right now. Actually, I should use some on this new host of mine.

Harry needs them since he is slowly dying due to overwork and what is not. He is also super depressed, which bother me more than a little, considering I do have his memory and experience.

And since I am such a good guy, I think I will help him out, at least find a way to make the shitty motel more profitable. Help out my son too since I don't want him to turn out like me.

My wife as well, but that because I do love her. Oh. Obviously my two very hot daughters. I never had a twin before, so it will be the first. Hah! So much shit to do. Hah!

"Are you blackmailing me?"

Richard gathers all of his courage to question me. I swear the time it takes for him to do that is enough for me to play a full game of chess, not that I would.

I ponder his question for a short moment before deciding to give him a shrug. I will deal with Richard like I have dealt with Alice. That is, a strong fucking hand.

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"Yes, Richard. I am blackmailing you, but only because I am trying to help you be better. Have you ever wondered why you do the things that you do in the past few days? It feels so unlike you, right?"

I point out.

Richard blinks and nods repeatedly.

Even though he is aware of what he did and understand that he did it willingly, it is still quiet confusing in his mind when he finally has time to think about it.

Like any good father, Richard would never act on any of his impulses, no matter what since it is morally wrong. Not only that, it will break his family apart if words get out.

"That is because my God, the Great Maker has deemed it necessary for me to help you out. I can tell you more about him if we take this conversation inside. We wouldn't want other people to hear things they shouldn't hear."

I tell Richard.

Yes. I think I will start my own religion now. I don't think I should call it whatever I think I should before.

That kind of title would raise a lot of suspicion. Our Daughter of Perpetual Kneeling Church? Honestly, what the hell was I thinking, considering I would be limiting myself to daughters when there are plenty of other type of women. Mothers. Nieces. Aunties. Grandmother?

Maybe that last one is no-no unless they are hot. Hah!

Anyway, I should just call my church the Cult of Culture.

That is way more obvious. Hah!

Ahem.

Richard looks around, finding some people walking about on the streets and roads. None of them are paying any attention to him or me, but still, it is not a good thing to talk outside, especially about those kinds of stuff.

Stuff that get a huge amount of police cars to his house, especially one of the girls he just knocked up is a beloved daughter of a policewoman. Heh.

"Alright, come in, but please don't do anything to them. Please. I will give you anything that you want just not that. Please."

Richard finally relents. He really has no choice in the matter. It is either flee or let me in. There is really no other option. Of course, he could shut me out, but that only postpone the inevitable.

"Richard. I wouldn't do anything that you wouldn't do yourself, but you have my words that I will not touch your daughter without your permission. As for the other two, Sophia and Alice. I have something I want to teach them."

I tell Richard, making him tense up.

"Sophia and Alice? How did you know their names?"

Richard utters as I enter the house and close the door for him. Locking it as well despite not looking at how the locking mechanism work.

"I know everything that the Great Maker decides that I should know, and I know what you did in that bathroom too. It is like I was there myself, in your body, feeling. I mean filling them up."

I head down the corridor afterwards and enter the room where the three girls are currently at without delay, making him even more puzzled.

Obviously, I have never been in his house before, yet I know exactly where everything is.

I mean Harry himself. As Richard, I have been living here for the last few days, having a lot of fun with my lovely daughters. Anally fucking her so much too. Hah!

As for where I know where the girls are, I read his thoughts. His very visible thoughts.

The first girl to notice me is Alice. Beautiful Alice with her long and black hair, failing to her firm round ass. Her big dark-brown eyes are very cheerful and expressive.

Oh, did I say her firm round ass? Yeah. She is not wearing anything aside her panties and bra.

That is because her religious attire is drenched in my spunk. It is in the washer right now, and it would not be dried for some time.

Somehow, Richard manages to convince her to have just her undergarments on for now. Actually, all of them are, except for Mary, who is wearing her angelic costume. Her very revealing angelic costume.

I couldn't help but laugh inwardly when seeing the three teenagers like this. They don't even bother to cover themselves up since they are under the impression of having a costume party.

Sure. It is a costume party. Hah!

"Good job, Richard. I really thought that you wouldn't be able to do something like this without me."

I tell the man with a smile.

The sights explain his huge erection. It is straining very painfully in his trouser. My cock is also swelling up, but not as fast as I liked. I cannot help it due to my age.

"Mr. Potter?"

Alice finally speaks up once she recognizes me. It is a bit difficult too since I have already changed out of my security uniform. That is why I was inside the school.

I am not allowed to take the uniform home for whatever reason. Maybe because it is blessed?

Unholy shit! I didn't think of that. What the hell should I do on Monday when I have to go back to work again!? I cannot wear that kind of clothes if it is blessed! Oh wait. I could just not show up.

Or I could just possess someone else. Phew. Scare myself shitless for no reason.

"Yes, Alice. Mr. Wilson invites me to help out with something. Did he mention something about a play to any of you?"

Richard widens his eyes. He didn't mention it yet, but it is within his mind. Of course, it is, I am the one who put it there. I can put stuff into his mind while I am possessing him.

"No."

"What kind of play, daddy?"

Mary asks her father while blinking innocently. Damn. She is so hot in her costume. Her incredible tits are strapped tightly by pretty much white ribbons. That tiny G-string too.

Did Richard help her into that again?

Damn. I should be the one who does that.

Throat fuck her too while I am at it. Oh well. Another time then. I mean soon. Hah!

"I I"

Richard utters, not really sure what to say.

"Nothing much. Just some re-enactment from the Bible, so you three can fully understands what truly happen. It is learning through actual experience."

I point out with a smile and take a look at Sophia, who tries to avoid my eyes. She is the troublemaker at school, so thus I constantly tell her off. Well. More like threatening to tell her parents.

Her mother, I mean.

After telling the three teenagers a few more things, getting them incredibly excited for the upcoming fuck-fest, I head out of the room with Richard.

"How did you know that?"

Richard questions. His face is stern, but inside, he is scared shitless. There is no way I could have known what was on his mind.

I didn't tell him until I am in a soundproof room. It wouldn't be a good thing for the girls to hear what I am about to say. It would devastate them, not to mention the aftermath.

"Richard. You have abandoned God, and because of that, you have allowed me into your heart. There is a reason why the Holy Cross burns you, and you probably realize it by now. It is also the reason that I am here right now. It is to introduce you to the one true God and initiate you into the Cult of Culture."

Yeah. Pretty sure he is going straight to hell for what he did while I am not actually in control, but I will make sure he will not be going there alone. With his lovely daughters, any place is a paradise.

Booboobooboobs!