17 The System Scores (1/2)

It takes a while for me to finally remove myself from my beloved teenage daughter and her young and wet mouth.

Even if my sexy daughter doesn't want to on the account of her getting very addicted to the thick and steamy venomous milkshake that only I can produce, I really have nothing left in my balls for her.

That is not exactly true.

There is always cum for my little girl to suck out. Heh. Getting a bit devious now.

It isn't because I am all milked out. It is because I need to have a moment of clarity, away from a cock-tease of a daughter. It is to sort something out in my mind.

There is simply so much information to go through after I have finally leveled up, and a lot of it really scares the dead shit out me.

Yes. You heard me correctly. Dead shit.

It makes sense because I am technically dead. Hah!

Honestly, I had never thought that I would want a moment alone to myself instead of being ball-deeps in my daughter, especially after being stuck as a disembodied ghost for so very long. Some people sure love to watch like the big boss back at the office.

I, on the other hand, do not.

Obviously, I am a man of action. I want to grope every inch of her body. I want to feel her hot and tight inside. I want to immerse myself fully into her in any way I can as I have done so in the past few days.

Has it only been a few days? It actually feels longer.

I suppose that is what really happen when you have two sets of distinct memory in your brain, fighting for dominance. It also twists my personality slowly, making more and more angry and frustrated with everything in my fucking life.

Why am I frustrated and angry with everything in my life? Not me per se. Richard is. It is as expected, considering his shitty wife and shitty job.

The only thing good that comes out of his marriage is his lovely daughter. So young. So hot. So wet.

His memory continues to linger in my head even when I had been evicted from his body, but it is not nearly as overpowering as it is right now, thus allowing me to return to my normal whimsical self, even for just a moment.

It is also the reason why I had referred to him as Richard and Mary as his daughter instead of me and my daughter.

But since I am now back to possessing him again, it is back to being me and my daughter again. It feels more natural that way, to be honest.

Differentiating between myself and the host just creates pointless headaches for me and for you guys, my dear audiences.

Did I just break the 4th wall? Hah!

Anyway, I am currently resting in my bedroom while my daughter is taking a shower down the hallway.

Mary has to clean herself out of the sweat and cum from this afternoon. I want to join her to get some cleaning done myself as well. She will definitely help me in that regards. If she doesn't, I am sure I can think up of plausible lies.

Heh.

What? I am a pervert. I don't need to apologize for that!

And besides, I want to see how well she has developed without all that clothes getting in the way. Last time I have seen her stark naked was when she is just a little girl. Her chest was beginning to develop then.

It is not even fully developed now despite being so soft and tender.

Oh God.

I really need to leave my daughter alone since I have more important things to attend to. I think I also have to make dinner soon. It is getting late, as I had enjoyed myself a little bit too much.

Maybe I should order some takeout instead?

But sadly, I'm sure Bitch will say something about that. She doesn't want our daughter to eat any junk foods whatsoever. Our daughter must always eat healthy and drink my creamy milk.

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That is my laughter. Get use to it. Hah!

Wait a second. Why do I have to make dinner personally?

That is a pointless waste of time. And I don't have a lot of time to waste. I only have like 23 hours left on the clock!

Richard. Go and do your think while I have a look at my status. That means he should go and make the damn dinner while I sit back and read through all the notifications.

Unfortunately, Richard didn't do that when I relinquish my control over the body. Instead, he goes off to have a good peek at his teenage daughter as she takes a shower.

Oi. Oi. Didn't you just have her suck your cock just an hour ago!?

Why the fuck are you reverting back to a peeping Tom!? Also, you can't fucking see anything because of all the steams!

Oh wait. Richard didn't take the initiative despite how much he really wants to.

I did. I made my daughter suck my cock. Not him. If it was him, he would just drive her straight home and then go jack off in the bathroom like he always does.

Richard is still a nervous wreck and feeling guilty about what had happened last night and today. This is just fucking great.

What do I have to do to make him a man of culture?

Tell me!