I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World
Chapter 107: "The Only Spirit I Raised Was in My Pants."

Chapter 107: "The Only Spirit I Raised Was in My Pants."

The Ghost—Jack Mihoff, lived a lonely life, no parents, no girlfriend, no money, no friends, no crimes, no molesting, no getting stung by pepper spray. The ghost lived a hard and a mundane uneventful life. He wasn’t even that bad looking, I mean, I have seen worse people getting a harem.

Even the security guard who used to stand in front of my house had a milf as his girlfriend. Though, people kept complaining about it. They were enraged. They found it weird. I was very hurt by them. I mean, why can’t they stand the happiness of a dog? Has humanity fallen that low?

Anyway, Jack lived in the basement of a house as a paying guest, his landlady used to say that he was living there forcefully but I doubt it. Seriously, landlords are so stuck up. They act like they own the place.

Anyway, when Jack got fed up with loneliness, he decided to dabble in the spooky business. No, he didn’t started digging newly made graves. Instead, he decided to summon a spirit. A female one.

He learned a ritual and he performed it.

After three hours of hard work, something started to happen.

And then a loud noise came and everything got covered in white smoke.

But Jack could make out one thing in the smoke.

And he told me:

"A Spirit had arrived... naked."

My brows shot up.

"For real?"

"Yes. For real."

"Then what happened?"

Jack took a deep breath.

"My heart was beating harder than I beat my meat and even amidst the smoke, I saw the spirit full well."

"How was it? Was it a female? Was it hot? Tell me the measurements even if it was a male. And it was naked, right?"

Jack nodded. "Yes. It was naked and it had white skin. Completely white skin. And the best part, it was a she. It was a female spirit!"

"No way."

"Yes, pal. The ritual was a hit."

I leaned towards him. "Then what did you do?"

Jack scoffed.

He showed me his tongue and wiggled it around.

I frowned. "You showed her your tongue? Dude, if you just wanted a dentist why did you go through all that ritual?"

"What? No. I meant... forget it, I will tell you what happened in words."

"Yes. Do that."

"So as I saw the spirit, I was on cloud sixty nine. The Spirit also looked around and her eyes fell on me. And when she looked at me, her eyes widened."

"Why?"

"Because I was also naked."

"... Why were you naked?"

"It was a condition for the ritual. The old man had told me that. And I agreed with him, because, well, I wanted to waste no time in removing clothes when the spirit would arrive. Time management is everything."

"I agree. I would have done the same."

"Yeah. So when the spirit saw me naked, she screamed. But I wasn’t afraid of her shouting because she was a spirit. Her scream won’t be heard by anyone. Though, I was offended."

"Offended? Why?"

"Well, she was naked herself but screamed when she saw me in the same way? What kind of double standards was that? I had even waxed my chest and shaved all my hair too that day."

"Shaved your hair? So you met her while being bald?"

"I am not talking about the hairs of my head, pal."

"Oh. I get it. Carry on."

"After she screamed, she tried to run away for some reason. But I knew that I summoned her so she was in my control. I was her master. That’s why I decided to do it. I took the step towards the end of my loneliness."

"Tell me more... in details. You are not allowed to skip the spicy scenes. I usually don’t care about the story part when there is sex involved but I am making an exception this time."

"Yes. Yes. I sense that just by looking at your face at first glance. I won’t skip anything."

"Good for you. Carry on."

"I walked towards her, she crawled backwards. She was not on her feet. She was on the ground. Her face and her whole body was covered with whiteness of some kind but I didn’t mind it. Spirits must be like this. And after I would have done my work, she would be white all over anyway.

Anyway, she was naked. I was naked. She was more on the fatty side but she was a female and that’s all that mattered. My eyes burned with the memories of all the positions I have seen dogs doing sex in, my hands trembled as they practiced squeezing in the air as a warm up, my drool fell on the floor and melted it, creating a hole through it. My lust was so potent it became a superpower.

The Spirit looked scared for some reason but I was her master. I could do anything with her. And not being able to control myself anymore, I latched onto her like women latch onto old billionaire men. I was above the Spirit now, her skin felt soft, she smelled good, her hairs were wet, she felt real, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. So I got ready to do the deed and just when I was about to do it, something happened!"

"What happened?" I asked, completely invested. "Was it not hard? Does she had a bush the size of a grass outside a monastery? Or worse, she pulled a camera out to record it for her only fans?"

"... No, Racis pal. Just when I was about to touch her chest, she screamed. She screamed her lungs out. It gave me nostalgia for my sexually assaulting days. She screamed, Harry! Harry! Harry! I told her my name is Jack. But she kept screaming Harry! Harry! I became angry and jealous. I believed I summoned a Spirit who already had a master. But the next second, I disregarded that belief."

"Why? What happened?"

Jack bit his lip. "Because Harry actually arrived."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, Racis. Harry arrived and because of him, I am in this jail."

"Explain yourself, man."

Jack looked into my eyes. "Let me recap a little, I did a ritual to summon a spirit and after three hours, the basement shook and the Spirit had arrived. I tried to do the deed with her and that spirit began screaming and then, I got to know.. that Spirit..."

Jack covered his eyes.

"The Spirit turned out to be my freaking landlady!!"

"What!?"

"Yes! And she didn’t even arrive because of the ritual. The ceiling of the basement had simply broken apart and she fell down right in front of me just after she was done taking a bath! The white smoke was nothing but plaster flying around and she was white because she was covered in that same damn plaster!"

"Then who the fuck was Harry!?"

"Her husband!" Jack cried. "And when he saw me on top of the landlady, he also came down from the same hole which the landlady used to drop in the basement and then he beat me black and blue. He was enraged and he destroyed me. He beat me out of my erection! I was naked so I wasn’t able to fight back as well. I was afraid he would kick me on the nuts!"

"Then he sent you to this prison?"

"Yes. And this had happened a hundred years ago."

"Then how did you turn into a ghost? And what about the ritual, did it work or not? Did a spirit ever come?"

"Yes. The ritual worked. It worked just like how ants work in winter."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"

Jack peered into my eyes again. "That ritual was supposed to summon a spirit, right?""

"... Yes?"

"No!" He barked. "That ritual, that shit of a magic, that ritual..."

He covered his eyes again and shouted in the sky:

"It fucking turned me into a Spirit! I became the final boss of fake it till you make it for God’s sake!!"