Erosire

I am a pervert.
I am such a pervert.
Even in death, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help myself at all!
As a ghost, I am on a mission to spread manly culture throughout this world and the next. Join me on my adventure throughout the multiverse. Read about my endless debauchery. And feel what I feel!
Even Gods tremble erotically in my presence and spread their legs to welcome me. Hah!
I am such a pervert. 
And this will be super fun!
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This story contains extreme sexual situation and more sexual situations. No one under 18 is allowed.

Ghost of Culture

That single word of mine causes Kaguya Ryoden to be on the verge of tears, and while she is becoming very emotional, her mind is filled with an unending amount of thoughts and contemplations.

And from that, I have learned all that I needed to know about Kaguya as a person prior to her untimely death at the hands of her husband. Her former husband, I should say. Their marriage is definitely over by now.

Joke asides, I can say that her former husband was such a huge dick for attempting to kill her son and then accidentally killing her in the process. Accidentally? Apparently, Kaguya seems to think so, given the fact that she was not the object of his murderous intention.

Honestly, why did anyone have to die simply because her former husband had come to learn the fact of what kind of monster Hayate would one day become.

Happiness From Falseness