A man of his word

One week can feel remarkably long when your whole life has been turned upside down, and even more so when so did that of everyone around you. One week, almost to the hour, since I first used the app’s power to prevent Ellen from firing me. And one week since I first brought Jenny to my side under the promise of helping her quit smoking.

And since then, she’s been patiently waiting for me to fulfil my promise, helping me out and counselling me every time I asked her to. She deserves to be freed from her addiction.

In fact, I want to give her more than this. I mentioned that I was going to add a little something for myself into her belief, but I think I might do this slightly differently in the end.

I’ll let her choose.

She wants me to fuck up her mind, and she’s been coming up with new ways to do so for a whole week. The only way to properly reward her for her help and support is to simply grant one of her wishes.

Of course, it is possible that she might choose something that doesn’t do anything for me, but it wouldn’t be a real favour if I were doing it only for myself.

And besides, I got another 6 BS from other teachers in the few hours since my conversation with Rachel, bringing me up to 41. Considering how cooperative Jenny is in her own brainwashing, that’d be more than enough for one more belief if I’m not satisfied with her choice, and she certainly won’t complain either.

It’s raining outside, and I don’t particularly feel like braving the wrath of the elements when crossing the quad to go from my room to Jenny’s office, so I instead decide to take a gamble and go through the Underworld.

While the main body of the school is made up of four discrete buildings, they share one common basement, stretching all the way across the quad like the labyrinthine web of a chthonic spider, its tendrils reaching all the way to the stadium and some of the other amenities orbiting the core of the school.

It is even more complex than the above ground sections, and most of the people using it are members of the service staff, students who found a nice hidden room to hang out and smoke pot, or admin staff who got on Ellen’s bad side and saw their office relocated underground for mysterious reasons. From what I hear, less than half of the rooms are in actual use, with everything else essentially being storage space.

I’ve never actually dared explore it. If I get lost down there, who knows how much time will pass before someone finds my desiccated corpse? But if I’m going to be living here for the long term, I might as well get to know every aspect of this place.

There’s a staircase leading down into the bowels of the school pretty close to my room. I follow it down and reach what looks like a hub of sorts. A fairly empty room with a wide, fireproof door on each of the walls, and another staircase leading further down into what I can only assume to be the nine circles of Hell (and, if you keep going down beyond them, Ellen’s bedroom).

I know that the building in which Jenny’s office is located is forwards and slightly to the left, so I decide to take the door directly in front of me. Behind it, a long corridor stretches forward dozens of metres, before reaching a dead end. Its walls are lined with doors leading into mysterious rooms and further corridors branching out in all directions. I walk down its length, looking through every door I can. As it turns out, most of them are simply left unlocked. The amount of doors to go through to go from point A to point B is so high that I assume the staff simply don’t want to bother having to lock and unlock all of them every time.

Most of the rooms are either full to the brim with a random assortment of boxes and discarded furniture, or completely empty, with a few having once been used as classrooms, left completely as they were to accumulate dust and cobwebs forevermore. I assume the reason they were abandoned is that having classes in a basement simply isn’t fancy enough to satisfy the school’s policy of protecting appearances first. The rooms seem a lot more specialised than the above ground ones too. Arts and crafts, music, electronics, what looks like a ballet training room, and even a small projection room.

Behind one of the doors, I see a strange, hexagonal room with bookshelves on four of the walls and another door on the remaining one. Interesting, but it doesn’t look like there’s any meaningful information to acquire here.

There’s lots of untapped potential in this basement, though, if I ever decide to introduce some... new options to the curriculum.

I eventually reach the end, taking the last corridor to the left, only to reveal another corridor, itself branching out into more corridors in either directions, like a never ending fractal.

Remembering where each room is and what you can find in them must be very complicated, but if you’re simply going from one building to another, it seems surprisingly straightforward compared to the rest of the school, as the orthogonal layout means that the basements are essentially on a grid, although the lower levels might get more complicated.

I follow this corridor to its end and notice staircases on both sides, with the one to my left going down and to my right going up. I take the latter and after only one flight of stairs, I reach a landing with a window, and through it, I see the school’s entrance gate, which means I’ve reached the right building.

What’s strange is that I’m one floor higher than I should be, as the ground is a good five metres below the window.

I have no idea how that’s possible. The place I’m coming from is clearly underground, it has to be.

As unnerving as this is, I’d rather not question it too much though. Some knowledge was not meant for human minds to comprehend.

Instead, I decide to go through the door to my right, and end up in a much more regally decorated part of the school, which I recognise as being a corridor I go through on the way from my class to Jenny’s office.

This is actually a shorter and more straightforward path from my room to her office than simply crossing the quad would’ve been, owing to the wormhole I suspect to have been placed somewhere along the way.

I walk the rest of the path to Jenny’s office and find her door open, as it usually is when she’s not busy. She’s standing by the window, facing away from me, and muttering ancient curses along the lines of “print, you stupid machine”.

“Need any help?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe in a pose that I hope to be an acceptable balance of cool and dorky.

“Adam!” She replies, visibly relieved to see me, although she probably currently sees me as an IT guy first and a friend a distant second. “I could use a hand. I've seen how talented you are with yours,” She winks.

I chuckle and walk over to the yellowed monolith of a copy machine next to her and take a look at its enigmatic screen, feeling like Champollion must have when he first rested his eyes on the Rosetta stone.

“Have you tried rebooting it?” I ask.

“Mate.”

“Sorry, **** of habit. I’m used to working with people that are really at a loss with computers.”

“Heh, don’t worry. I do the same with paperwork. Anyways, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well...” I trail off for a few seconds as I navigate my way through five submenus to find the print button. “I just figured you’d been waiting for long enough for what I promised you, and today sounds like as good a time as any.”

Even though my eyes are fixed on the machine, I simply know that her entire body just perked up at the idea.

And I do mean every part of her body.

“That’s... Thank you Adam!” She gasps, wrapping her hands around my torso in a grateful hug, although she soon lets her hands lower themselves against my body. “Does that mean you’ve settled on how you’re going to fuck me up?”

“I haven’t, actually. Or rather, I’ve settled on letting you choose.” I smile as I give a surgical whack to the machine’s side, finally making it whirr into action, before turning around and giving a similarly accurate, albeit much weaker whack on Jenny’s backside as well.

“Oh god. Thank you so much! For the copier and for this. I... need to think this through. Let me take a look at my notes.”

“Your notes?” I ask as she opens a drawer on the side of her desk and pulls out a thick binder soberly titled Corruption, Brainwashing and Gluten-Free Recipes. “Jenny...” I continue. “Why did you make this?”

“Hm? Oh, I have coeliac disease.” She explains.

“Oh that answers all of my questions,” I chuckle.

“And also I’ve been having a lot of ideas on how you could use your powers. You’ll be the final arbiter of them, of course. Not all of them are for me, by the way. But anyways, lemme think...” She trails off, sifting through her meticulously organised and colour-coded notes.

She even put washi tape along the rim to identify the target of each page. Little mice for herself, calculators and other office supplies for Ellen, books and portraits of Shakespeare for Julian... It’s a lot, but I respect the craft.

Eventually, she closes the binder and clasps her hands together in a ball, which she rests against her mouth in deep thought.

“You know, what’s mostly been holding me back is that I can be sexual around you as much as I want, but only around you. Problem is, you’ve indirectly changed everyone’s mind in the school, and you’ve made me get horny beyond all measure when observing mind control. It was a great idea, you’ve really made sure I had **** but to be on your side and it’s made the last week way more exciting than any other in my life, but it also means I keep getting hot and bothered and it’s hard for me to... relieve myself.”

“I see. And you’d like to be able to do so without getting into trouble?”

“Yep! If you hypnotise me into thinking that getting... ‘satisfaction’ in public is fine, then nobody will bat an eye, right?”

“That’s pretty much how it works, yes. Now I just need to find a way to link that to helping you quit smoking and we’re good...” I explain thoughtfully.

“That’s not all I want though... if that’s not asking too much.”

“It’s alright. If anything, it might help me bundle it all into one belief.”

“I... want to go beyond just relieving myself. I want you to make a mess out of me. Make it so lust and pleasure are as constantly on my mind as brainwashing has been for the past week. Turn me into a **** to my own desires as you free me from my slavery to tobacco. And then turn those desires up to eleven. I’ve just spent a whole week thinking about this, and I’m ready. I want to go one step further,” She pleads, her eyes locked on mine with a seriousness I’ve rarely seen from her.

I take a moment to think about her plea.

“This is quite a lot, and it could get out of control. You deserve this pleasure, and I’d be glad to give it to you, or rather give you the freedom to seize it yourself, but I want to add some safeguards in there. I want you to be you. Your identity, your personality and your friendship are things I value too much to simply sacrifice them on the altar of unbridled lust.”

“That’s nice of you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want to be lucid through all of this. What’s the point of asking you to fuck up my mind if I can’t even appreciate the slutty mess I end up as?” She giggles innocently.

God I love this woman.

“Alright, I think I know how I can do all of this while making sure you stay yourself.”

“Whenever you’re ready!” She replies, turning on her chair to face me, before relaxing her shoulders and closing her eyes.

“Jenny, tobacco’s often on your mind, isn’t it?”

“Yep. That’s addiction for you.”

“And the only thing that lets you take your mind off of it is to smoke, isn’t it?”

“Hmhm!” She confirms.

“But is it, really? What you seek isn’t the cigarette, or even the nicotine itself, it’s the relaxed feeling and the relief that you get from them. That’s what frees you from those intruding thoughts.”

“That makes sense, and I see where you’re going with this.”

“A step ahead, as usual. Well, why don’t you say it, then?”

“If I were to find another source of relief and relaxation, I wouldn’t need nicotine anymore. And what better way to relieve myself than to... masturbate whenever I feel the withdrawal.”

“Exactly. I mean, you wouldn’t be hurting anyone, it’d be better for your health, and it feels much better than a cigarette ever would!”

“Of course, but if I want to be fully convinced, I do need to bring up that public masturbation is usually seen as a bit of a social faux pas.”

“Oh, so you’re allowed to destroy your lungs with tobacco or your liver with **** in public all you want, but a bit of harmless fun is going too far? Come on, Jenny, don’t let these outdated ideas hold you back. This is the 21st century!”

“That’s a tad strained, but I’ll take it.”

“Yeah, the nice thing about convincing you is that my logic can be way more tenuous than with others and you’ll still accept it. Anyways, you should just feel free to rub one out whenever you feel like it!”

“I suppose... I suppose I should...” Jenny responds, with just a hint of that confused tone that’s characteristic of the app’s influence.

“And why stop there? Tobacco’s harmful, but there’s nothing wrong with masturbation, so why not do it even when you don’t feel like smoking? If you see something arousing, if you haven’t gotten there in a while, or even if you’re just bored, just do it! And if people are watching, who cares?”

“Yeah... just do it... who cares.”

“In fact, it can even be more fun that way. There’s nothing wrong with masturbation, so why hide it? Be proud of it, be creative with it. It’s an activity like any other, and you’ll be the best at it.”

“I will... I will!”

“And when you’ve done it, you’ll feel so relaxed, so relieved, that you’ll be able to focus on anything you want. Masturbation won’t become an addiction, it won’t destroy who you are. It’ll become an aspect of who you are. Your art, your craft, your pride, but it will always remain just one part of your identity, among many others.”

“Yeah! That’s it!” She answers, her hand already making its way down towards her trousers. “It’ll be my art!”

-35 BS. 6 remaining.

That’s about what I expected. Jenny may have been on board, which lowered the cost, but removing an addiction was always going to be a tall order, especially when I’m bundling it with another belief.

“Hmm. Thank you Adam. I feel a lot better already...”

She’s undone the button of her trousers, and I can just about see the white hem of her underwear, raised by the hand now fully plunged underneath.

I lean back against the wall and decide to enjoy the show.

Her hips slowly start rocking, speeding up before settling on a steady pace. She raises her other hand to her mouth and bites on her index finger.

Although her right hand is completely hidden, I can see the fabric of her clothes shift around under her skilful service.

Soon, she starts moaning. Loudly. She no longer cares if anyone hears her, nor will she get in any trouble if they do, and so her cries of lustful abandon resonate throughout the building.

“God I love thiiiiis!” She screams, her voice barely intelligible, her face distorted with arousal.

I notice a tiny, barely perceptible patch of damp, darkened fabric around her crotch, as her panties visibly failed to contain her excitement.

After a bit, her legs start shaking uncontrollably and her back arches forward, sending her hair across her face. Her eyes blink haphazardly as she loses control of all her muscles, and in one last scream of pleasure, she comes to a halt.

“Th— Thank you, Adam,” She stutters, before taking a long, relaxed breath. “I feel... so relieved. I feel like I could take on anything. I feel so good!”

“Glad I could help,” I smile. “And thank you for the show. Now, if you don’t mind, I wouldn’t be surprised if this unlocked one of those path things I told you about, and knowing you, I’m pretty sure you’ll want it to be a surprise, won’t you?”

“You read my mind!”

“Not yet, but maybe later.”

A few minutes later, I’m back in the spatial anomaly of a staircase that I took to go to Jenny’s office. Pulling out my phone, and opening the app, I see the usual notifications greeting me.

XP +3! Next level in 10.

Cash +3! Total: 20.

New path unlocked for Jenny Wilson.

I immediately go to her profile to see her new options.

Available Path: Masturbation enthusiast.

Please select one of the following options:

1. One Woman Show

   “Masturbation is an art, and every artist needs an audience.”

   Target will come to enjoy masturbation to a much greater extent than before. It will replace her addiction to tobacco without being an addiction itself. Her masturbation frequency will increase dramatically. She will see her masturbation as a show she puts on, and will love to be seen engaging in it. She will make sure to display herself in arousing and/or aesthetically pleasing positions as she does so, and will go out of her way to make sure that people get a good look.

2. A Girl’s Best Friends

   “Every craft has its tools.”

   Target will come to enjoy masturbation to a much greater extent than before. It will replace her addiction to tobacco without being an addiction itself. Her masturbation frequency will increase dramatically. She will not hide her masturbation, but will not go out of her way to be seen either. Instead, she will take pride in her creativity with how she masturbates. Finding various ways to reach orgasm on her own. She will grow to especially enjoy using various tools, mostly sex toys, to achieve those goals, and will see herself as a collector of said sex toys. Like any collector, she will take pride in her collection, will proudly display it and will love to talk about it with anyone who seems remotely interested.

Hmmm, two interesting options. They don’t particularly further my goals either way, but they’ll certainly be a lot of fun to look at. Imagining Jenny jilling out in public whenever she can, taking pleasure in her own exposure is extremely hot. But the idea of her being simply casual about it, even as her room and office slowly fill up with dildos, vibrators and just about any form of sex toy imaginable, and everyone seeing it as a perfectly normal thing and an acceptable conversation topic is also very tempting, in a more unusual way.

So I have a choice between a more straightforward form of corruption, or a more unique but less direct one.

Let me think about it.

Hello everyone!

Things are finally starting to clear up. I'm back in my country and I'm starting to have a bit of free time again. Thanks to that, I had a lot more fun writing this chapter than I had in a while, and I hope that came through to you!

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