Dominic Blackwell, an easily corrupted 20 year old college student.

Prologue

I don't know why I decided to open it. Any sensible person, upon seeing an app they had no recollection of downloading, would either delete it or get their phone checked for malware. Hell, most of the time I would have done that. Hell, I'm still unsure what made me behave differently. It may have been my my semi-conscious lust for power, morbid curiosity after not being able to find any explanation of "QuestMaster" online, or perhaps I was just enticed by QuestMaster's shiny icon. Regardless of my motivation, I ultimately opened the app.

Quest Master : Dominic Blackwell

Gender: Male

Age : 20

Level 1 (0 / 10 xp)

Class : None

Perks : None

Perk Points : 0

Oh that's just great, the strange unknown app knows my contact information. Undeterred, or perhaps flattered by the title of QuestMaster, I continued browsing, looking at the rest of the tabs. I saw tabs labelled "Perks" and "Targets". The Perks tab was somehow even stranger. The list of locked perks was unfathomably long. I tried reading the list of locked perks, but after spending approximately 10 minutes reading the list of perks (among the most memorable were appearance alteration, telepathic communication, and an option to consistently identify target's preferences) I gave up after it became clear I was barely making a dent in the list of perks. For all I knew, the list of perks was literally infinite. I decided to just focus on the perks I had already unlocked.

Quest Designer I : Allows the creation of basic one step quests.

Recommended Reward I : Create a recommended reward for basic quests.

I wasn't quite sure what the app meant by quests and rewards, but I felt relieved (and in hindsight slightly aroused) to fill the role of quest designer rather than quest completer.

Moving on to the 'Targets' tab, I once again saw a never-ending list, this time of what appeared to be names. By this point, my curiosity fully consumed me and I began testing everything I could think of. Using the search bar, I entered the names of my mom, my sisters, my neighbor, my high-school crush, my best friend, a few acquaintances I barely spoke to, and my dentist. To my shock, they were all listed as acceptable targets. However, when I entered the names of a few celebrities, they showed up in the search results, but with a lock indicating that they were not eligible targets. Fair enough, I guess targets could only be selected if I personally knew them. Then I searched for my own name. To my shock, it was completely absent, in the dozens (if not hundreds) of names I could think of, the only one to be absent from this list was my own.

Suddenly, a question mark icon popped up on the QuestMaster app. Excitedly, I read the text below it:

We at QuestMaster can tell you're still confused and skeptical. Click here if you want to truly understand.

Finally, some explanations. I no longer had to fumble around the metaphorical dark. I instantly clicked where it told me to, excited to fully understand the app's secrets. ****

Immediately, I felt an indescribable feeling in my head. The best comparison is probably goosebumps, but even as I'm writing this comparison feels wholly inaccurate. Since when did people get goosebumps on their head, let alone in it? This distracting feeling lasted only for a few seconds before it completely subsided. I quickly realized that many of my questions about the app were in fact answered. Somehow, I now had an unshakeable conviction that the QuestMaster app was real; that I would pick targets I know in real-life, and that I would use it to change people. Beyond that, I knew, more than anything, that this role was just. I could use it to break people's bad habits, fix their relationships, put sluts in their rightful place.

I frowned a bit at that last thought. I'd always thought of myself as a reasonably good person, a type that could be trusted with power without flagrant ****. Beyond that, my sexual preferences had always been relatively vanilla. I had never before fantasized about bending people to my will. Now however, that felt not just arousing but righteous. I began to jack off as I imagined (or perhaps prophesized) the future; I saw my neighbor Brenda sunbathing in the nude, my ex-girlfriend soliciting in a dark alley, and finally came when I saw my younger sister, Riley, on her knees swallowing my cum.

Post-nut recovery, there was no doubt in my mind. QuestMaster doesn't just want me to use the app, it wants to change my approach to sexuality in the past. I knew that this would have upset me in the past, but like before those images felt just. At that moment, nothing felt holier than Riley on her knees, proving her devotion to my cock. At that moment, the app shows me a notification. Riley is now listed in a separate category as a suggested target.