Ghost of Culture - Chapter 40

Chapter 40






I will let my innocent daughter handles Alice.

Of course, I don't really expect Mary to steer Alice in the right direction, at least not perfectly.

My daughter will, however, create a lot of curiosity as well as confusion in Alice.

And that is all I am really hoping for.

Her curiosity and confusion will allow me to give her the sort of answers that I want her to have. Those answers aren't necessary the ones that she wants to know. Hah!

I couldn't stop grinning while heading back downstairs. I need to get rid of that holy cross on the floor of the living room. A pair of tongs from the kitchen works wonder. Chopsticks can probably do the job as well.

As long as I do not come into contact with the holy cross directly, I will not be harmed, at least that is what I have understood from my little experiment. Even holding onto the connecting silvery chain did not harm me, so I guess someone didn't do their job properly.

Good for me. Heh.

I obviously didn't throw away the holy cross since doing so would be just asking for trouble. Instead, I put the cross back into its container and stash that container somewhere safe in my room.

And when I have time, I will experiment with it a bit more.

Who knows, the holy cross might come in handy one day. It is used to ward off evil spirit after all.

I do wonder if I can still possess Ricard if he is wearing the holy cross himself?

It shouldn't, right? Because I am not an evil spirit. I am just a very cultural ghost. Hah!

Nah. Seriously. I shouldn't test that out, considering I come to love this gig.

Honesty, who wouldn't if they are in my shoe?

I have a lovely teenage daughter who sucks my cock every day and lets me fuck her ass while thanking me. Soon, I will be claiming her virginity. I will make sure that her pussy will only remembers her daddy.

Hah!

Also, her friends too. They seem gullible enough to fall for my bullshits. The hard part is making damn sure that they don't blab to their parents.

Not only that would ruin my fun, but I will be thrown into a jail.
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I mean Richard, not me. I will just possess another poor bastard if he gets burned, but I hope not since I do think he is a good guy and father. Ignoring the part about really wanting to fuck his sexy daughter, I mean.


That cannot be helped since Mary is such a cock-tease.

What is hotter than a cock-tease? One that doesn't know she is a cock-tease. Fuck!

Ahem.

Alright. I shouldn't jinx it. I should just wing it instead. Heh.

Didn't Alice say that there is an evil spirit around the neighborhood? I hope it isn't Spiderman but let me call Ghostbusters just in case – as soon as I remember their numbers.

I head down to the kitchen to prepare some lunch since cleaning my spunk off the couch will takes the whole day. I will just burn the couch when the fun is over. It seems faster.

And I also want to buy a new set of furniture anyway.

I don't recall Alice or my daughter telling me what they want to eat, so I have free reign.

What should I make for lunch? It should be healthy because I don't want my bitch of wife bitching, not to me or other parents. It is annoying.

Actually, I should try to cook up something that makes the girls all fucking horny.

Or at least, hot enough to strip out of their clothes.

A natural aphrodisiac of sort.

Why didn't I just use actual aphrodisiac? I didn't buy any, okay? I didn't really think of it, considering that my daughter basically does whatever I ask of her because she is such a good girl. Hah!

Anyway, it isn't really needed.

Richard have been cooking for his cock-block wife and cock-tease daughter for like many years, so his knowledge on the matters is of great help.

Sadly, Richard is too much of a coward to use his knowledge for nefarious purposes.

I, on the other hand, have no problem with drugging people with foods. Real drugs too if I have them because whatever works, right?

Honestly, I am also a coward, but not to these sorts of things. I only fear things that can kill me, but to kill me as I am is kind of hard.

And besides, if I know I cannot win a battle, I will just run away because staying to get killed is stupid.

Good things there are oysters in the fridge, but I think that only works on me. I mean male. Also, they might not like seafoods. I mean Alice and Sophia.

My daughter just eats whatever I shove right down her throat. My creamy spunk for example. Hah!

Ahem. Concentrate, Ghostly. Concentrate!

Shut up, Junior! You will have your fun soon.

Alright. Some chili peppers are good. It will cause the girls to heat up.

Also, something about epinephrine from what I remember. Epinephrine is adrenaline.

That is good, but I cannot just make a pot full of chili. No one eats that. What else? Damn. I wish I have a smart phone right now. It would be so helpful looking up all the ingredients.

Fucking Bitch!

Guess I will be doing this like a caveman then. That is, taking out a piece of paper and a pencil to write down all the possible ingredients that can boost libido without making the dishes complete garbage.

It takes me about 15 minutes to come up with the perfect dish, at least as perfect as possible with all the ingredients I have in the kitchen. I really need to go grocery shopping.

I will leave that to Richard. It is also the weekend, after all.

Note to self, just buy actual aphrodisiac next time. Seems much easier than making a cocktail of things I can think off the top of my head.

Anyway. Let's get to it.

Sadly, before I could begin making sexy lunch for 3 sexy teenagers, police siren is heard. Red and blue light pierces through the curtain of the living room, reflecting in the hallway for me to see all the way from the kitchen.

It is enough to cause me to freeze up.

Wait, what!? I didn't do anything yet! I didn't even have the chance to do anything yet! At least let me fuck them first before taking me to jail!

Damn. I just jinx it. Why, the Great Maker? Why!?

Someone rings the doorbell, forcing me to immediately crumble the piece of paper on the table before throwing it into the trash bin.

Not really sure why I did that since it doesn't indict me with any crime, but I am panicking right now.

I recall that I didn't reveal anything to anyone, so if the cops are here, it could only because of Mary.

My daughter backstabs me? Wait. She wouldn't know what that is. She might have blabbed something to someone with a brain, who then decided to call the cop on me. Why did it take that long though?

"Mr. Wilson. Please open the door."

I didn't have time to think. It is a woman voice. Mature and confidence.

"In a minute."

I call out. The cops didn't just bust down the door and tackle me. That is a good thing. They could just be here to check whether what they are being informed of is true.

Think. Think. I can just vacate the body immediately and find someone else to possess. Actually, I can just possess the police and then make this whole problem go away. I could do that.

I brush away my sweat before open the door slowly, just enough to peek through. A beautiful woman in uniform greets me, and boy, my junior didn't really care whether I am in a deep shit or not. It pervs at the woman, wanting to nest nicely between her huge breasts, uniform and all.

"Please open the door, Mr. Wilson. You have been very naughty."

The policewoman tells me sternly.

"I am?"

I question as I open the door slowly, allowing me to see her entire body from top to toe. There is also someone else with her, but my attention is completely focused on her at the moment.

"Yes. I heard that you are throwing a slumber party for a few teenagers and there is no one to make sure that there are no boys allowed, so the city decides to enlist the cutest policewoman for the job."

The policewomen tell me before gesturing her hands to the teenager next to her.

"Mum. You're embarrassing me."

Sophia pouts. She is wearing a police uniform that her mother picks out of her no doubt. I totally forgot that her mother is a cop.

Holy shit. Her mother really gives me a scare for a second.

I swear I will pay that back in full or my name isn't Ghostly. Actually, my real name isn't Ghostly. That name was given to me by the Great Marker and I will wear it with pride.

"Ah. Yes. I am really in need of one. The girls have quite a mouth. My hands are really full of them."

I response with a chuckle, making sure that no one notices my boner. I also look pass Sophia and her milf of a mother to see the police vehicle. There is a man sitting in the backseat of the vehicle, and he looks like he is in deep shit.

From that alone, I am sure he doesn't really have a voice in their relationship and marriage. His sexual frustration is also high, but I guess it is expected considering what a babe his wife is. His daughter too, but his wife is more.

I wonder if all criminals just throw themselves at her, asking to be beaten up. I certainly would. Please use that baton to beat me into submission and cuff me to your heart. Hah!

Ahem.

Milf looks at me with seriousness in her eyes.

"Mr. Wilson. Please take care of my daughter. If anything should happen to her, I will personally hold you responsible."

Please do. No, I mean, nothing will happen to her except a cock up her ass. I mean.

"Yes. Of course. You will have her back, happy and cheerful. Maybe glossier too."

I response. Milf didn't understand what I mean by the last part, but she decides to not bother with it since she believes that I am weird. She spends the next couple of minutes to talk to her daughter.

Milf leaves after that with her husband locked up in the back. I wouldn't mind being arrested by her if I have to go down for what I am going to do to her daughter. Hah!

"Sophia!"

My daughter calls out after she heads downstairs to see the commotion.

Alice is with her, who has a ton of questions to ask me. I could see them on the thought bubble. I play dumb as usual. There is no need for me do anything yet even if my Junior is very impatience right now.

Honestly, seeing all three of them, I think I have a trifecta. A cop. A nun. And of course, an angel, who is not wearing her costume right now. She will, and it will be heavenly. Hah!

Now, I just need a sexy nurse.

Actually, seeing them like this, I realize I could craft the perfect scenario. A costume party should have a play that gives everyone a role.

Since I am already a criminal, I will just play one too. It will be one of a kind play. Super perverted too.

Booboobooboobs!