The Spirit of Lust (ch. 1 - 10)

Chapter 1: Introduction.

Do you believe in the supernatural? The paranormal?

There are many things in this world that fall out of human understanding. Most of these mysteries have been and will be explained by science before long, but some are a different kind of beast.

The Spirit of Lust is one such mystery.

There are barely any records about it, but its name pops up once every few decades. What is it? How many are there? Is it part of a group of six other spirits to represent the cardinal sins? Is it malevolent or benign? Not enough is known of its nature. What is known, however, are its main goal and its modus-operandi.

The Spirit of Lust takes advantage of the emotionally weak. When a person's jealousy, anger and regrets reach a point that leaves them open, the Spirit of Lust comes to inhabit their mind, possessing their body and leading the victim to a life of debauchery.

The spirit feeds on the sweet nectar that is the energy produced by sex, and in the same way humans evolved and developed to find easier ways to get their food, the Spirit of Lust's abilities are suited to make sex a trivial matter to get. It has an incredible amount of power, being able to influence the minds of those around it, and even transform the body of the one it possesses. A person possessed by a Spirit of Lust virtually becomes a sex demi-god at the cost of having the spirit directly manipulate their thoughts.

But it is unknown whether the Spirit of Lust is malevolent or benign. Its goal is to get its host to feed it as much as possible. What will happen once a spirit takes control of a new host? Will they lead them down a path of ruin? Will the host be able to resist? Or could things develop in unexpected ways?

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Chapter 2: Oliver Brooks -- High School senior with serious social anxiety.

Thinking back, it all probably started the night before the party. Mom had to help our aunt with some business out of town, so she was out of the house and would come back in a couple of days. I didn't much care since I would be alone in my room anyway, but I was the only one with such a plan. My sister took full advantage of the house without authority.

That night I walked out of my room to fetch myself a can of soda from the kitchen, and that meant I had to walk past my sister's door. When in my room, I'm wearing headphones that isolate most of the noise outside, so I had no idea how long this had been happening. I heard my sister moaning in an erotic sounding voice. I heard the sounds of flesh slapping. I heard her bed rocking. I heard the voice of a person I knew only in passing.

My sister had brought her boyfriend home.

I stood there for a few seconds, body shaking despite myself. I didn't exactly know what I was feeling. It was a mix of anger, jealousy and disappointment, I think. All of those emotions were illogical. I knew it even then. But for a virgin 18 year-old boy, hearing real sex so close causes all sorts of emotions to well up.

I was frustrated, but apparently I wasn't the only one.

"Come on, you can go again, can't you?" I heard my sister complain. "I haven't come yet!"

"Are you even able to come?" her boyfriend groaned. "Give me a few minutes, alright? I have stamina, but I'm not a monster!"

"Urgh!"

Not proud, but hearing that cheered me up if only a little. It's a petty thing most of us are guilty of. If I'm not happy, no one else is allowed to be. Only when I'm satisfied will others' good fortune please me. Don't lie, you've felt it too at one point or another.

I grabbed my can of soda and returned to my room, putting on my headphones, upping the volume of the amp, and picking up my electric guitar again. I tried going back to playing the song I was practicing, but images of what my sister could be doing were at the forefront of my mind.

I groaned and threw my guitar on the bed, nearly having a heart attack when it bounced and almost fell on the floor. That managed to calm me down a bit. I sat on my bed with my headphones still on to keep the sounds in the other room at bay while I sulked like I generally did at that age.

To be fair to my younger self, my sister was irritating most of the time, and now she'd stepped out of line. We used to be really close, but at some point we just... drifted apart. And now she had brought her boyfriend to spend the night without even telling me, fucking right next to my room. I couldn't help feeling resentful and jealous, but like always, I swallowed those feelings and did nothing but feel pity for myself.

Yep. Thinking back, that was more than likely the trigger. Pretty simple, really.

That night, I had a strange dream. I was in school, in my classroom. I was wearing my uniform in a ragged, messy way for some reason. In front of me were three of my classmates, arguably the three hottest girls in school.

"Dude, what do you even want?" the blonde asked me. The three of them watched me with curiosity and contempt. Maybe because it was a dream I knew it wasn't a question asking about my intentions at that very moment. No, they were asking about my life goals.

An uncomfortable and painful sensation settled in my chest when I realized I didn't know the answer. It was like I was uncomfortable in my own body. How many 18 year olds know what they want out of life, anyway? As such, I gave the answer my jealous heart wanted to give.

"I don't know. I want like... 20 girlfriends," I said with a groan. An arbitrary number. That wasn't what mattered. What did was the desire hidden deep within my words.

"Very well," said another of the three, the brunette.

All three of them shared a loud, hearty laugh. They then undressed to their birthday suits and walked up to me. They embraced me at the same time, and as the blonde leaned closer with the clear intention of kissing me, she spoke again.

"Yes, your hunger is enough. You'll do for a first host. I'll use you for my own growth."

"Help me, and in return I'll give you my powers," said the third girl, one with shiny silver hair.

"I'm weak, boy, but even weak as I am I can easily give you what you want," the first girl said. She leaned even closer, and the moment her lips were about to touch mine, I woke up. I did so sweating buckets and with a huge and painful boner, too.

'Fucking...! Can't get laid even in my dreams,' I cursed in my thoughts and turned my phone alarm off.

I got out of bed, and doing so made me notice something strange. I felt... good. No, not just good. I felt incredible. As in, way better than any other morning. I wasn't a very active young man. I didn't play sports or do any exercise. The only reason I was slim was due to blessed genetics. I never felt like I was in bad condition until that morning, when I woke up feeling like weights were taken off my wrists, legs and shoulders, like my body was more flexible, like I could jump four times higher, like I could carry a boulder in my arms with little issue. It was strange and unsettling, but also amazing. So much so in fact, that I only remembered that my sister had brought her boyfriend home when I saw her walking out of her room at the same time as I did mine.

My heart skipped a beat. She was in a loose tank top and pajama shorts. For a moment I feared her boyfriend might come out behind her and we'd have an awkward scene on our hands, but for some reason I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

I said I have blessed genes, right? Well, my sister does, too, only she took better advantage of them. We're twins, you see. Nearly identical but with some few differences.

Isabelle and I both have gray eyes, for starters. Hers are a bit more almond shaped, though, and mine are bigger. We both have dark black hair as well, but while hers is long and straight, mine is short and wavy. She has no problems with her vision but I have to wear glasses or I can't read at any distance unless the letters are big. We were both about 1.65m tall at the time, and she enjoyed mocking me over my short stature for a guy compared to our schoolmates. Normally, that's all I'd say when describing my sister, but I was suddenly extremely aware of... more. I looked at her from head to toe, and I just...

I caught myself thinking if my sister had always been so attractive. Her bare legs were toned and smooth, her figure slender and curvy in just the right places, her skin had a very light tan, and her chest and ass were generous in size.

Isabelle turned to me with a scowl, surely ready to say something confrontational, but when her eyes fell on me, she blinked in surprise. She looked at me up and down, just like I had looked at her. I wasn't comfortable with how aware I was of her and I didn't want to bump into her boyfriend, so I walked past her and went to the bathroom without saying a word. Not like we spoke much these days, anyway.

I started undressing to take a shower and looked at myself in the mirror. It was yet another strange thing happening that morning. I could understand why Isabelle would do a double take.

I looked... fit. Like I had burned any extra fat I had and built up some more muscle. My face looked more, how to say it? Awake. The gaze staring back at me was sharper and deeper. Simply put, I looked hotter but not drastically different. On top of that, my boner still wouldn't go down, making me realize I was... bigger. I had to be having a weird morning, so I pushed the matter away from my mind for the moment. It was healthier that way.

I masturbated in the shower, doing my best to remember a porn scene I'd watched recently. My dick still wouldn't calm down and I had to do it two more times.

It was a very uncomfortable morning.

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Chapter 3: School.

My sister and I went to the same private school but we were in different classes. Our senior year had just started and summer was still going strong with only a few weeks left to it. I left the house earlier than my sister and walked for 20 minutes all the way to school with my headphones on, trying not to let my anxiety choke me.

Why the hell had my body changed overnight? Why did I feel better than ever? What... What would people at school say? Would they look at me funny? Would they be surprised? I couldn't even hear the music with how loud my thoughts were.

I entered the classroom and silently went to my seat at the very back, middle row. I was the first to arrive. I watched as all my classmates came in, greeted each other with smiles, laughs, handshakes and hugs. I made myself small in my seat out of nerves, worried about what they might say about my new appearance.

But nobody even looked at me.

I felt pressure in my chest, and thought myself stupid for thinking anything would actually happen. I wasn't close with any of my classmates, so of course they wouldn't bother with me. And if I went up to them and asked, they'd just cringe and ask why I was even talking to them. Maybe I was just imagining things and nothing had really changed. They'd just laugh at me.

Then I saw the three girls I always paid attention to. The same three I had the dream about. The same three I'd been aware of since freshman year. The school was funded by a Japanese man who brought over many features of the educational system they use over there and mixed them with ours. One of the most notable is that every new school year we get randomly placed in different classes with different classmates. Supposedly it's to encourage students to socialize and meet new people, but to me it just made things even more difficult. That said, it did allow me to be in the same class as the three girls I liked this year.

The first one to enter was Sarah West, a tall, slender blonde of blue eyes. What I got about her watching from afar was that she had a... confrontational personality. She tended to wear her school shirt with a couple of buttons undone, showing some of her amazing cleavage, and didn't care when teachers asked her to button up, asking why she should.

The second was Grace Valentine, the girl who I had a serious crush on until the end of sophomore year. She had the biggest chest out of the three, perhaps even in school. She had clear green eyes and wore her light brown hair tied into a long, loose braid. She always wore her uniform properly, one of the things that, along with her soft demeanor, made her look like a very gentle person. What killed my crush on her was that I once caught her at the back of the school extorting money out of another student. I think I heard something about incriminating photos. Still didn't take away from how damn hot she was, with her voluptuous hourglass figure, but seeing that made me believe I was better off looking at her from afar.

The last one was Milana Aliev, a Russian girl of long silver hair and dark green eyes. Her face was almost like a doll's and her body as sexy as her friends'. I'd heard she had been scouted to be a model once she graduated, and I could totally see why. She had that foreign aura that just attracted people's gazes to her, and she was incredibly hot. Her chest was about as big as Sarah's and her thighs a little thicker.

At one point in my mental observations, Milana's eyes turned to me, which made my heart jump to my throat. Scared of being called out for staring, I turned away and laid my head on the table, pretending to be asleep. Great tactic, I know.

When the first period ended, I made my escape. I was feeling too paranoid to be in the classroom, and since I wanted to be alone, I knew exactly where to go. The music room used to be on the west wing of the second floor, but after getting more equipment they moved it to a bigger room on the first floor. The old music room was now a storage room for things nobody cared about, like broken desks and chairs that were supposed to get fixed but never did, boxes with equipment for clubs that no longer existed and other stuff like that. It had become my own little safe space that no one knew nor cared about.

Only one day someone did find out.

"Oliver, you here?" I groaned internally as I heard his voice along with the door opening.

I looked at him from my sitting spot, a forgotten gym mattress beside the windows overlooking the yard. Yep, that was Thomas, a guy that had no business being my friend, and openly claimed to be despite me thinking he was just taking the piss. I mean, could you blame me? It was high school. The sociable people make friends and are admired while those of us with communication issues get forgotten even when people look at their yearbooks when they're adults.

'Who is that? He was in my class?' Things like that.

Thomas Pierce was the guy picked to be this year's captain for the basketball team. He was a tall, athletic dude with a bright personality that everybody loved. Diligent, fun to be around, reliable and attractive. He had short, auburn hair and a big build. His one flaw was that his brown eyes were a little small for his face, but I bet that was just me looking for something to criticize. Why would he want to be friends with a guy like me, who couldn't even hold a proper conversation with him?

"Why are you here, man? I told you to look for me during the first recess," he said, walking up to me and casually taking a seat beside me.

"..." I grimaced. With all my anxiety, I'd forgotten.

"Never mind. You're coming to my place tonight, right? We made a bet and you lost, so you're coming."

He was talking about a big party at his place. His parents were out of town, but he was an upstanding guy, so he had permission. He had invited about 30 people, and one of those people was me. I didn't go to parties, so I had declined. Then Thomas came up with a bet, saying that if he was made team captain this year, I had to go because we'd have two reasons to celebrate.

Believing I would come to regret it, I nodded. I'd go to his party that night.

"Cool. Believe me, you'll have a good time. It'll be good for you. I have a pool, so bring a swimsuit if you want. We should take advantage of the last days of summer, don't you think?"

Again, I nodded slowly. Though I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a swimsuit in front of so many people.

"Also, I wanted to ask you one last time. Are you sure you're okay with me inviting your sister? Are you sure it won't make you more uncomfortable?"

I gave it one last consideration before I answered. "Invite her if you want," I said in my usual low, quiet voice.

"Alright. I'll tell her not to bring her boyfriend though. I can't have my house be filled with people I don't know." The incredible thing was that everyone would honor Thomas' condition of no extra guests. He was that much of a charismatic guy. No wonder his parents let him throw such a huge party. "You pretty much know all the people I'm inviting then. Any of them catch your fancy?" he asked with a big, teasing grin.

I flinched, and my mind immediately went back to my three classmates. They'd be there.

...

My sister would also be there, but I forced myself to push that thought away.

I lifted three fingers up to Thomas without looking at his face, and the guy burst out laughing.

"Hey, a man's gotta have options, right?" he said, giving me strong pats on the back. That, however, made him frown all of a sudden. He stood up and gave me a look over. "Hey, Oliver? Stand up."

Blinking in confusion, I did as he asked. He looked me up and down before he said, "Have you been working out? You put on some muscle. You're looking a little taller, too. Why didn't I notice it sooner? Did you get fit over summer? What the hell, man? You should've told me! We could've been working out together!"

Thomas noticed there was something different about me. Everyone else ignored me, but he noticed. It meant I wasn't imagining things.

"Actually, you're looking great," he said, nodding with his fingers holding his chin. "You might have a bigger shot at any of those three girls than you think. Try talking to them tonight. Even if it comes out as a stutter, you won't know until you try, right? Have some damn confidence in yourself, man." With a neck stiff from imagining myself talking to them, I nodded. "Good! Now, I have some stuff to do. I promised to have lunch with my girlfriend today, and you know you can join us if you want. I get that it makes you uncomfortable, but the invitation is there if you want to take it. See you tonight, Oliver!"

Thomas turned to leave, and I watched him silently. Only when he was at the door did I manage to make the words come out. "T-Thomas...! Happy birthday."

Thomas grinned and waved at me. "Thanks man!"

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Chapter 4: The party.

Guests for Thomas' party were scheduled to arrive by 21:30, but I decided to go earlier. I put on a black t-shirt and blue jeans. I left the house alone since Isabelle was still getting ready and I bet she wouldn't be done for a while. I figured if I got there early I could help Thomas get things ready. Only when I started getting closer to his house did the idea that I might be a bother popped into my mind, but it seemed I made the right choice. I was there by 20:20 and I caught Thomas running around his two story house.

"Oliver! God, I could kiss you right now! Mind helping me out? I had to run an errand for my dad that made me late. I have nothing ready for the party." Dude was outright panicking, so there was no way I wouldn't help.

We moved tables, chairs, made space for people to dance, and got expensive and fragile items out of the way. I went out to buy the things he needed while he made the rest of the arrangements.

Thomas' house was big. Two stories like mine, yeah, but his was far bigger and more spacious. The backyard alone would've been enough to hold a party for 20 or so people. It had a pool and shiny grass all around. His family was well off, obviously.

"Man, you're a lifesaver," he laughed. We had his house ready in record time, and as expected, Thomas played a perfect host the moment people started arriving. I got out of the way for him to greet all his guests. I picked a spot in the backyard that let me see the main entrance through the glass doors, and as I watched people entering and walking around, I noticed one of the people I was most aware of.