56 The Cult of Culture (1/2)

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?