Ghost Of Culture - 89 Playing The Guilt Card

Junior desperately wants to be freed from the tight confine of my pants.

Oh wait. That is not exactly true. It actually wants to remain locked up, but obviously in a very different place. A much tighter place. Deeper and wetter too. Hah!

It is a place that I would have come from if our familial relationship is exactly what I had claimed. Sadly, as much as I want it to be since I do see Kaguya as a motherly figure, it is not.

I am not her son. I am just pretending to be since I have claimed something very precious from Hayate, who is her actual son. Oops. That comes out wrong. That claiming part. I mean to say that I have pretty much cuckold Hayate by practically stealing Orvis, who should have been in his harem.

Mito Scarlet too.

And probably way more than that since I do have plenty of time left. How long does it take to convert them to a worshipper of mine? Did not take that long at all. Must be because of the setting.

In any case, I am not sure if Hayate would get any girl now, but that ability to create random ecchiness moment of his, I do believe that Hayate would still get a harem. An accidental harem. Just like before me. It is just how this world work, and it is awesome!

And as for the constant life and death battles that all shounen-like manga usually know for, I do think that Hayate would still run into them, just not as much in comparison to still having Orvis in him.

This is because being a dragon will automatically make one a target, especially when it is the strongest and most powerful dragon in this setting.

Oh shit! Why the hell did I make myself a target? Ah right. It was on accident.

And having a dragon cumdump is just too awesome to pass up. Not to mention this awesome chance to bang Kaguya, the mother of Hayate. Actually, the chance to bang all of his hot and sexy ancestors.

Minus the dudes, of course.

How do I know they are hot and sexy? Oh. I am pretty sure. More than sure actually, considering what kind of setting this is. I have not seen a single ugly person in the entire school, and I do mean guys and girls.

As a matter of fact, the school is populated with hot and sexy and totally fuckable chicks. Hell. Even in this mindscape, there are plenty of hot chicks to bang. I mean girls, not actual chicken. That would be weird.

Like super weird.

I eventually pull away from her lips once more, just to capture her face and look into her eyes. I really want to commit her expressions to my memory, especially ones when I spear into her snatch. Heh.

Kaguya whimpers and looks up at me. Her body continues to grind against me, and within a couple of seconds, she inches her head upwards and tries to capture my lips again. Her hands wrapped around my neck actually tries to force me downwards.

“More… I… want more.”

Thanks to all the sexual energies that I pound into her, she is unable to resist my sexual advances. It is probably the best ability that I have learned so far. I cannot wait to gain more awesome abilities in the future. Hell. Is there one where I can fuck people in public inconspicuously?

Like free use style. Just only me. It is only fun when I am the only one who can do it, but then again, it might be fun to turn the whole world into a sexual paradise.

If the world becomes that, then I have carried out the will of the Great Maker perfectly. I have spread the greatest culture to all of mankind. And beyond. Booboobooboobs!

“More. Please. More.”

Kaguya moans while breathing heavily. More so when I grind my hips between her thighs, pressing my very hardened member against her sex. She responses by arching her back and meets me. Her hands clutch me tightly to her.

“I love you, mum.”

I tell her and bend my head down. I begin placing kisses along her neck and neckline, and as I am doing so, she arches her head back to give me more access to her skin. Her lovely and smooth skin.

Seriously, how can Kaguya maintain such a flawless figure despite being a master?

Not a single scratch or scar or wound in sight. Oh right, I should stop questioning the logic of this whole setting. Just enjoy it. Enjoy all the beautiful and busty teenagers, milfs, teachers, and more in it. Hah!

“Oh. Oh! Kami.”

Kaguya calls out in a high pitch voice when I bite down on her neck. Hard enough to give her a hickey before proceeding to lick it lovingly. All while continuing to maintain my grinding against her body.

By the way, Kami mean God in Japanese.

Since everyone is pretty much Japanese in this place, weird words like that going to pop up. It is rather weird that I can understand what everyone is saying despite them not speaking in English. Oh. Maybe that is why no one really pay much attention to me and the players.

We were speaking English at the time. Still. Those students probably pick up a word or two.

Oh. Mary and her friends were speaking Japanese by the way. That was weird, but somehow, it makes them hotter. It is like they are cosplaying as Japanese schoolgirls. Oh wait, within this setting, they are Japanese schoolgirls.

Hot damn. Just so many awesome things to explore. After I explore Kaguya. Booboobooboobs.

In any case, I am actually speaking Japanese to her. I just understand the language naturally. Being to read and speak it perfectly, but if I try to think about it, nothing comes up in my mind. Weird. Must be the setting.

“I love you, mum, and I want you. Do you also want me?”

I question while continue to grind my body against her, moaning and groaning with each bolt of blissful pleasure coursing through me. She is in the same state as she meets me perfectly.

Kaguya moans and presses my head tighter against her neck, forcing me to bite and suck and lick that smoothness and silkiness harder and more affectionately. There is no need to force me, for I am more than willing. Hah!

“Yes. Yes. But… but we should not. We should not, sweetie. I am… I am your mother, and we shouldn’t, shouldn’t do this. It is… not something a mother and son would do.”

Kaguya responses breathlessly while I gently rub one of her shoulder, displacing her kimono all in order to reveal more of her skin. And while she is saying that, she did not stop me. In fact, both of her hands are trembling with anticipation and excitement.

Her mind too. I can see each and every of her thoughts. She actually wants nothing more than to have a hard cock spreading her folds. Any hard cock, really, but there is no one else within this vast and also unending mindscape but me.

The only reason that Kaguya have not already run her hands around my pants and unzip my pants just to fish out that hard cock is because she is very hesitant. Reluctantly. Because of how wrong this truly is, she is only reacting to my advancement, not acting upon it herself.

Hearing her response, I lift my head away from her neck to have a look at her once more. While looking down and matching her upwards gaze, I remain silence. Not saying a single word. It is to the point that she blinks questioningly.

A slither of guilt enters her mind, and I capture that thought without averting my eyes from her lovely blue eyes. Lovely.

I decide to play on her guilt to get what I want. Hey. I am a manipulative bastard, but I am an incredible lovable manipulative bastard. Hah!

“It is not?”

I question before abruptly roll off of her to the side. My cock throbs madly in pants. Questioningly too as it has no clue to the reason why I did. Like why the hell would I do something like that when it is so close. So close to raiding her tomb. Hah! I mean womb. Eh?

Anyway, I want Kaguya to be active not reactive. Fucking someone who is reactive is kind of boring as of late since both Orvis and Mito are actually reactive participations. Maybe it is due to the fact that I have been doing the seductions thus far.

That is not exactly true. Mary is actually coming around to it. She is doing things on her own, and Great Maker, that is so fucking hot. It is also the reason why I believe her to be my partner in crime. Hah!

Speaking of which, I need more partners. More partners mean more pussies. More pussies mean lots and lots of porn. I mean points, and more points mean more powers to get more partners. Awesome cultural loop. Booboobooboobs.

Ahem. I need to drive home the guilt to turn Kaguya into an active participation, not an active one.

“You are so beautiful mum. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I have never really been with someone like that before.”

I speak up as Kaguya lifts off from the ground and looks at me. Her face is still flushed with red, as the energies within her body are swelling up, becoming more thanks to all the sexual tensions that I have given her.

That was not a lie by the way. I have never been with a milf before. I have been with teenagers. Before becoming a ghost and after becoming a ghost. There are so many types of women out there! Like lots and lots. Even schoolgirls have all different types.

Seriously. American schoolgirls are different from Japanese schoolgirls. High school ones are way more different than primary school ones. What? It is not a crime to ogle at them!

It is also not a crime to wisp them away and keep them safe from the outside world filled with things that can hurt them. Preferably in a sex dungeon somewhere. Hah! Just kidding.

But seriously, girls are mean to be worshipped. All sort of girls. Beautiful busty ones to young flat ones, for I am not biased. Booboobooboobs. This kind of thinking will get me in trouble one day, I swear.

Well. If they cannot catch me then it is not a crime, and since I am a ghost, it is near damned impossible to catch me. No ghostbusters here. Oh wait, there are angels though. Sexy angels. Even angels have a lot of different types.

Like the angel next to me right now.

“Y-you have never been with a woman…?”

Kaguya questions. A bit puzzled considering that my skills are way too experienced. I really don’t want to give her an answer to that, and from her train of thoughts, it is better for me not to say anything as she believes it is because I am a natural player.

I am. At least, I am now. Probably because I spend so much times spying on all the hot girls after being a ghost, thus knowing what makes them tick. I mean studying all the hot girls. Wow. I actually did not waste all of that time after all.

Awesome me.

“And I have never had someone who I could call my mother before, so I do not know what relationship I should have with you. I just go with what I feel, and I feel like I want to… I want to… do you not want to?”

I continue and look at her. Completely ignoring her question.

And from my word, Kaguya feels an enormous hammer crash against her spirit. It is true that she was unable to take care of her son because she was killed. It is also true that it was not by her choice, but that is just an excuse. She has failed as a mother, and no amount of apology would make up for it.

That is all in her mind, and I am glad that the cliché is working as usual. Of course, I need to drive home a bit more. Just a bit more and she would do whatever it takes to be my mother. Hah!

“Is it because I am not handsome enough, mum?”

I question unblinkingly. My lips curl slightly, and my eyes glimmer with sadness. Damn. I should really apply for some acting jobs because I am such a good bullshitter. Hah!

“Never think that. You are the most handsome young man I have ever meet!”

Kaguya hastily responses. Typical mother. Typical cliché mother, anyway.

I will definitely use that to my devious advantage. What? It is not I am actually hurting anyone. In fact, something enjoyable for everyone involved will likely come out of it. Hah!

“If that is the case, then it is probably because you do not love me that much.”

I response simply, all while maintaining my sadness.

And within a fraction of a second, Kaguya embraces me. Tenderly and lovingly. It is a natural response from a mother, and it is probably the most correct response.

I think my mother would have done the same if I said such thing to her. Sweet mother.

“I love you, sweetie. Mummy loves you very much. You have no idea how much I love you. How much I want to care for you. How much I want to be with you. I just wish that it had not turned out like that, and the only thing that I regret is not being able to be there for you when you needed me.”

Kaguya tells me, and I smile weakly. So weakly that my sadness remains strongly upon my expression, and for effect, I caress her arm gently.

“I know, mum. I know, but you are here now, and I would love it if you can teach me how to be a man, how to protect those I love, and I love you, mum, and I only know of one way to show how much I do love you.”

I tell her, and I allow it to sink into her mind before pulling away from her. I smile faintly and then inch my face closer to her, looking like I am about to give her a kiss, but I actually did not.

Kaguya kisses me instead, and our mouths explore each other in full. So full. This time around, Kaguya is a lot more active, trying to initiate the dance within our orifices. I accept her invitation, obviously. It is foolish not to.

My hands accept her invitation too, running around her shoulder and body, slithering their ways right underneath her kimono and have a feel of her assets. Her incredible fulfilling assets.

Our kiss eventually ends, and I am the one who did that. I cannot help but groan at the sensation upon my tenting crotch. Her hands are stroking and grabbing my straining bulge.

“Oh… you like that, don’t you? You naughty boy.”

Kaguya whispers to me, and I chuckle in response. It is just so natural.

“Yes. I like that. It feels good. It is so hard. I am so hard, mum. So hard from the moment that I laid my eyes on upon you. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen here.”

That is not really a lie. I have only seen two women here. One of them cannot be counted since she is a dragon. Humanoid dragon now, but still a dragon.

“Thank you, sweetie. Now, let me take care of this for you. Just to show you how much I love you, my sweet little boy.”

Jackpot. Hah! I mean, sure, please go ahead. I am not little by any mean. Definitely not little!

Booboobooboobs!