55 The Fun Continues (1/2)

And since Harry – that is the name of my host – is finishing off his shift for the day, I can stroll straight out of the school via the school gate without anyone being any of the wiser.

The much younger guy than me, who is starting his shift as the security guard did give me a handwave, and I return his friendly handwave with one of my own before hastily head towards the parking lot in order to get to my car.

My very crappy car, apparently.

Why am I driving this unsafe piece of shit?

Oh yeah. I cannot really afford anything else at the moment. Or ever, really.

Well. It could be worst. Like being strapped to an interrogation chair against my will in a dark and cold place somewhere deep beneath the school with several priests and hot-looking nuns discussing how to exorcise my perverted ass. Heh.

I wouldn't mind getting send to heaven by Grace. Hah!

Grace is an angel. Literally. Spiritually, actually.

Not really sure how that all works, but I am thankful for the confirmation that angels do exist. It means that very sexy succubus or demoness exists too. I need to somehow summon one to just learn a couple of things or two if you know what I mean. Heh.

Ahem.

Calm down Ghostly. There will be time for that once you get out of here. As far away from this dreadful place as possible.

And I probably need to possess someone much younger too. This is because Harry is already in his 50s, yet in spite of that, he is still working two fucking jobs. Actually, it is more like one and a half job since the other one doesn't really have a salary of sort.

Bummer.

”Hello, Mr. Potter.”

Someone speaks up or maybe more like sneaks up on me when I am trying to open the car door. That damn door is pretty hard to unlock because the key and whatever locking mechanism are fairly rusty simply because of how damn ancient this car is, at least to my standard.

I need a new car. A brand-new car. A sport car. Too bad I cannot actually afford it. Actually, if I think a bit outside the box, maybe I can.

And that is done by suing a certain someone. Someone very famous, but not very likeable.

Oh. Did I mention my full name is Harry Potter? That alone would have been hilarious, but none of the teenagers at school read the book due to it about witches and wizards, the tools of the devil.

Anything to do with the devil is a bad no-no. That includes procreational sex, apparently. I mean recreational sex. Same thing in my mind. Hah!

Anyway, I am against the whole church and its doctrine because I am not allow to sex for fun.

Sex is awesome. Sex is great. Everyone should have sex with everyone else, regardless of relationship or whatever like the Great Maker has wanted. Hah!

Maybe I should start my own religion in his great name? A very awesome religion called Our Daughter of Perpetual Kneeling, where cum is a Holy Sacrament, provided by fathers for their daughters to drink, or sons for their mother.

Booboobooboobs!

Ahem. That is fucking awesome! Super perverted awesome, but still, awesome! Hah!

”Um. Hello?”

I utter when I turn around to see who it is.

The voice sounds hot enough, meaning that I definitely don't know her, at least in any capacity.

But how does the owner know me though? Oh Shit. Don't tell me that she can see me for what I truly am!? Shit!

Calm down Ghostly. If she actually does, you wouldn't be standing here talking to her. She would just murder you or worst, tie you up to deal with you later. Hey. Wait a second. How is getting tied up by a really hot girl for some severe spanking later worst!?

That should be way better than getting straight up killed.

Please send me to heaven before sending me to hell.

Ahem.

Once I take a good look at her face, my life-time buddy stirs within my pant.

I have thought that Junior was actually dead after all of these very dry years, but apparently not. Good thing too since I will be needing Junior to be a hell lot more active from now on, all to earn me more of those sexy, sexy sexual points. Hah!

Seriously though, I need more as the SP act like my health of sort.

I do have a health stat on my status window, but that is for my host than for me. It is the same as that new profession stat, which is basically job. There are two. One for my host and one for me.

Obviously, the profession stat for me is far more important.

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But I will talk more about that later.

”Eva.”

I state her name since I do recognize her now. It is pretty hard not to due to the spitting image of Alice with her long dark hair and dark-brown eyes. The holy cross around her neck is even more threatening than before.

Sexy as hell too since if Alice is a 10 on the scale of 1 to 10, Eva is definitely 12. Hah! Grace is obviously a 15, but that is because I want to corrupt an angel with my cock. Hah!

”Is there something you need?”

I question and swallow the hard lump in my throat. As much as I want to bend her over the car just to teach her a lesson about being nice to her little sister, I am far too frightened to do so.

Also, not a good thing, given where we are at the moment.

Eva narrows her eyes slightly, trying to see something beyond physical appearance. Probably trying to see me, who is playing it cool right now.

I wonder if I can outrun her if she attacks. Definitely not.

Therefore, I rather not. Please stop staring at me with that beautiful eyes of yours. If you don't, I might not be able to control my perverted nature. Hah!

”No, but please take this. It will keep evil spirits away from you.”

Eva eventually speaks up. She hands me a non-descriptive box, and I obviously don't need to open the box to know what is exactly inside.

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I will knock you right up.