Fast forward to the end of the Winter Holidays and a proposition.

After spending the winter holiday's with Emily's family, and plenty of time enjoying Emily herself, I've gotten to know her better, and she's gotten to know me and what I've done so far.

"Look, I have a bit of a proposition for you." Emily says to me that evening in her bedroom as she idly strokes my cock.

"Oh? What might that be?" I respond.

"Look, I want to help you mind control people, but I also don't want to cause harm. Look, you've done some good things, and some, well, I'd say bad things. You saved someone who was being abused, and another person who's wife was just using them, and I'll be frank, I think what you did was net positive there. Sure, you made a guy into a cuck, and basically changed a woman completely, but overall, people's lives are better for it, and you helped Tiffany pursue a better life for herself. On the other hand, you made a perfectly happy lesbian couple want you to knock them both up mostly unprovoked, outside of some bitchy behavior at the start. Now I say this fully understanding that you could just mind control me to think both of these are good, and its a risk I'm willing to accept, but what I'd like to propose, is that you go back to college and try to get a psychology license. You can easily get my dad to pay for it, and I'll be honest about this, you could mind control any teachers you need to get it. Mostly, I'm suggesting you get your license, and open up a counselling service. I'm not telling you to become a goody-two-shoes either. By all accounts, when you find a messed up situation, you have my blessing to do whatever, but I think you could really help people, and I'd like to help. I'm only part of the way into my degree, but I could study pharmacology, and we could figure out what makes your cum work, and concentrate it." She explains all while she strokes me off.

"You know, I hadn't really though about anything long term like that. I've mostly just thought about how to get by day to day, and maybe looked a few weeks ahead." I reply, "I do appreciate the honesty though. You are correct, I obviously could make you completely OK with everything I've done as well. I have a question for you then."

"What might that be?" Emily says with a straight tone, but her face says she's slightly worried.

"If I were to do this, to justify your father paying for my college, and trying to not draw suspicion on myself, I'd need a cover story, and I think the best cover story is if we were officially dating, and over the summer we get engaged. I can start school next fall then, and I think it would be unlikely that anyone would be too concerned with what was going on then." I offer.

Her worry fades from her face and she replies, "Oh my gosh, yes, yes, I can do that."

"You understand that even if we are married, I'd still be fucking other women though right?" I ask.

"Yes, I understand, but I'd still live with you and be your only wife right? Like I'd be your number one right?" She asks.

"Yes, you'd be my number one." I reply.

"I suppose then, this is a special occasion." Emily says, giving me a knowing look, and reveals her large tits, and wraps them around my cock.

"Mmmmm, yeah keep that up." I say, and soon I feel myself cumming on her tits.

"Do you want to save it, or want me to eat it?" Emily asks while looking at the cum on her tits.

"This sure beats beating my own meat into a vial." I say, and hand her an empty vial, "Although I'm guessing some of it is going to be wasted."

I then lie back in Emily's bed, and think about what the future holds.