1 Primodial Champion (1/2)

I am a pervert.

I am such a pervert.

Even in death, I couldn't help myself.

I couldn't help myself at all!

But honestly, when you could pass through walls and buildings like they aren't even there and spy on basically anyone and everyone in the world, what would you do? What would you actually do!?

You would abuse the fuck out of it! That's what!

I certainly did.

By God, I certainly did!

With my bad little eyes, I spy on anyone and everyone. Except guys of course.

Fuck guys! Actually don't! Girls are all the way for me. Hot girls!

That hot girl next door, constantly playing hard to get with her sexy body? Fuck yeah!

That young mother I would love to pound in public while she is feeding her little baby? Totally! She is asking for it, and her perfect rear is just too awesome not to take it out for a ride. Goddamn it. I should teach her a fucking lesson!

That slut who totally screw everyone in high school? Definitely. She screws over more girls than guys, but who am I to judge her preference. Girl on girl scissoring action are fucking hot. I want to join in the fun as well. I do. I really do!

And those sexy movie stars? Holy fuck. Double yummy. I mean yup. Yup. Yup. And definitely yup!

You have no idea how sexually active they are in private.

I swear with what I have witnessed thus far, they would start in a lot more movies if they just let it all go. They already did when they believe that they are alone in their bedroom. I totally wasn't there in their home, watching them getting themselves off.

Totally!

Alright. I fucking did!

There is no one to stop me. No one to stop me! No one to stop me at all!

I am the only ghost in the world. In this fucking wide world!

At least that is what I believe. For more than a decade now, I didn't see any other ghost floating around the neighborhood and spying on little girls like me.

Did I say little? I mean legal.

Legal! Wait! Holy shit! The FBI shows up!

They definitely did when I got ran over by a speeding truck.

I am no hero, and I certainly did not try to stop the robbers from getting away while crossing the road with my undivided attention on a hentai doujinshi.

Hey. Don't judge me!

I am a man of culture after all.

Even though it is not my intention to stop the speeding vehicle, my body decided it had enough of me and my antic. It accidently throws itself onto the windshield of the vehicle, blocking the view of the driver and causing the truck to crash into the nearby building.

A huge shootout between the robbers and the cops ensures.

I was there and watched the whole thing from the front seat.

I was also dead.

Obviously, I didn't realize it then.

And it did take me a long time to get over my death and move on. My parents cry their heart out when they had to bury me. Or what is left of me, I suppose.

The explosion during the deadly shootout makes me all nice and crispy. Too bad no one decide to take a sample.

That was more than a decade ago. Parents are dead now. But their ghosts didn't join me in this blissful paradise. In fact, no one did.

And slowly this paradise of mine becomes hell.

No one can hear me. No one can see me. And I certainly cannot touch anyone.