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Chapter 8 by sexyslave sexyslave

Does Markus rub the Lamp again?

After a lot of skeptical hesitation.

Markus was completely confused with the situation, carefully picking up the lamp. He examined it closely. It looked like... A classic prop from Aladdin. And it even had smoke to match.

But that was ridiculous, right? He took his glasses off, gazing at them suspiciously as he continued to try to rationalize this whole mess... But his prescription was fine... And honestly, could what he saw even remotely be chalked up to faulty glasses? He felt silly for even considering it.

A hallucination maybe? He put his glasses back on as he looked around to see if the scene attracted the attention of any neighbors, but it was silent outside. He walked back into the house, and into the living room. "...I can't believe I'm even considering this as possible," he muttered to himself, before he took a deep breath, bit the bullet and rubbed the lamp.

Almost immediately, glittering mist appeared, and began to coalesce. In said cloud of deep blue mist the color of her eyes- and new Master's hair~ she was thrilled to realize- Mira appeared, stretching in a luxurious manner, before fixing her sparkling gaze upon the man who completely owned her.

The new genie bowed at the waist, her tail wiggling in excitement, but otherwise still. Her clasped hands were decorated with rings that attached to ribbons that trailed from each wrist and blurred into blue smoke at the edges. Her sleekly muscled arms were bare aside from ruby hands around her biceps. A lacy bikini-style top strained to contain her breasts, the bands looping behind her slender neck to connect to a ruby collar. Another ruby was nestled in her belly button.

The jewelry and lace weren't all. Swirling tattoos of smooth, flowing lines wound around Mira's arms traced the edges of her breasts and joined in an intricate design beneath her navel. All in dark blue ink that stood out from her tan skin.

Mira repressed a smirk at the stunned look on her Master's face, she was gonna be a good **** until he ordered otherwise! Her smile stayed serene and voice deferential as she greeted her Master.

"I am the Lamp's newest sex genie, and you are my Master. How may I grant your every wish, Master?"

How does Markus handle this?

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