26 The Sinful Tightass Syndrome (1/2)

Jesus fucking Christ.

My daughter doesn't even know what a tightass is, especially when she is one herself.

Yes, I am more than certain that her asshole is very tight. So very tight.

But it is expected that she doesn't know, considering that she is very sheltered at home by her mother, and her school isn't really teaching her about the finer things in life.

Therefore, it is entirely up to me, her daddy, to teach her all of these things.

I can certainly do that.

It is what I have been doing for the past few days anyway, and the rewards are just awesome.

Still, it is just a bit unexpected since I was thinking about how to pound her lovely bottom without her running off to tell her mother all about what a naughty daddy I have been. Hah!

But I suppose this is a gift from God.

I mean the Great Maker.

Erosire is my God now.

My one and only God. Amen.

”Daddy will tell you, sweetie.”

I begin, attempting to activate my special ability, Parental Guidance. It has served me well before, and it will serve me again this time.

However, the System rings out in my head.

[You have insufficient SP to activate this ability.]

What? Ah fuck! I remember now. Fuck!

Why the fuck did I spend my only SP on a stupid answer, thinking it is worthless?

Even a single point is not worthless! Never worthless! It can activate this godlike ability of mine, letting me wreck my daughter's ass like there is no tomorrow.

No. Goddamn. I am so shortsighted!

”Daddy?”

Mary questions since I stop talking abruptly to kick myself internally. Regardless of whether the ability is activated or not, my daughter is paying me her undivided attention.

She is very curious to what a tightass is, as hinted by the thought bubble hovering above her head.

I clear my throat and try to think of a plausible answer right away. It is the most effective right now as she will believe anything. But I just hope whatever bullshit I can come up with myself isn't going to be the end of me.

I mean Richard. The end of the Richard. I am only taking out his meat for a ride.

But getting him arrested would ruin my fun too, so I should put some brain cells onto this matter. If I can make sure that my gullible daughter doesn't blab to others, I should be safe.

How do I do that? Oh wait. She is a religious nut just like her mother. Her bedtime story is the fucking Bible.

That makes things easier.

”It is unspeakable, sweetie, but as your father, I must tell you all about it. God would want me to. Just promise me that you mustn't talk about it to other without my say so. Not to your mother. Not to any of your friends. Not to anyone. Do you understand?”

I warn my daughter, making her nods repeatedly.

She totally understands, taking this very seriously. It is evident from her thought bubbles.

That is good.

The ability to read someone's thought have served me greatly.

And it doesn't even require any SP to activate, unlike Parental Guidance.

How awesome is that!?

I really need to get more of these Talents. They seem to be way more useful and overpower than just plain old Abilities.

”Alright, sweetie. Listen carefully since I will only tell you once and once only. Tightass is actually a sign of a sin. Those who are afflicted with the syndrome will be casted into hell the moment they die. There will be no salvation for those who have tightass, regardless of whatever good they did in life.”

I speak up grimily. I am actually mimicking my bitch of a wife since she can be so dramatic sometimes, especially when she is teaching our daughter about God.

It is more to less to drive the fear of the Almighty into our teenage daughter, thus preventing her from committing sins and straying away from God.

But honestly, Bitch spends years to mold our daughter into a perfect fanatic, and it only takes me like a day to turn her into a cocksucker.

I guess my teaching is way more effective. I don't really need to drive the fear of the Almighty into my daughter. I only need to drive my cock into her ass and make she scream my name.

Hah!

Yeah. My daughter is definitely going to straight to hell with her daddy. At least she will be going there together. It will be way more fun. Her ass will be loosened too.

Booboobooboobs!

Hearing my explanation, her beautiful blue eyes widen as a plethora of questions immediately enter her mind. She really fears hell thanks to her school.

It is always eternal damnation this and eternal damnation that. Why can't it be fuck this and fuck that?

”Oh no, daddy. That boy I kick calls me a tightass. Am I? Am I going to hell, daddy? I don't want to go to hell.”

My daughter calls out, frightfully. I think she is on the verge of tears out of sheer fear.

It is so easy, so very easy. If every girl is like this, the world would be a much better place.

Honestly, there might not even be any sex crimes since it is not really a crime if they are willing.