He calls Mai....

He quickly dialed Mai's number, his cock already twitching back to life at the mental image of the buxom duelist - her long blonde hair, pouty lips, and those gravity-defying breasts she always flaunted in her barely-there outfits. "Hey Mai," Yugi said, his voice smooth despite the hunger tightening his throat, "I've got some new cards in that would be perfect for your deck." On the other end, Mai's breath hitched with greedy excitement; he could practically hear her nipples hardening through the phone. "I'll be right over Yugi," she purred, already imagining the rare holographic monsters she could add to her collection before hanging up without another word.

As soon as the line went dead, Yugi pulled the Eronomicon from his waistband, its leather cover unnaturally warm against his palm. He flipped through pages that seemed to shift and rearrange themselves, filled with diagrams of contorted bodies and glowing sigils, until one chapter title pulsed with dark promise: "Altering History, Rewriting Development: Permanent Bimbofication Through Temporal Corruption."

His smile grew wide as he saw this. He decided to read it, his eyes greedily devouring the writhing, impossible diagrams as Tea continued slurping wetly at his cock, her vacant moans vibrating against his shaft. The ritual wasn't too complex, all he had to do was focus his will, pretend to interview the target and "fact check" them. Each wrong answer he corrected would rewrite their history, eroding their intelligence and amplifying their lust until only a giggling, cock-hungry bimbo remained. Yugi's breath hitched as Tea's tongue swirled around his tip; the book's power thrummed through him, making his balls tighten with anticipation.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, the doorbell chimed, pulling Yugi from the Eronomicon's intoxicating depths. He reluctantly pushed Tea's drooling mouth away, her pouty lips glistening with spit and precum. "Stay," he commanded, zipping up his pants as she slumped obediently against the bed, idly playing with her own swollen nipples moaning like the whore she now was. Descending the stairs, Yugi smoothed his hair, the book's heat pulsing against his lower back like a second heartbeat. He opened the door to reveal Mai, her hips cocked provocatively, her skintight leather outfit straining against her already impressive curves. "So Yugi," she purred, sauntering past him into the dim game shop, her perfume thick and cloying, "where are these awesome cards of yours?"

"In a minute Mai," Yugi murmured, locking the door with a soft click that echoed in the sudden stillness. "I'm going to ask you some questions," he whispered, his voice layered with unnatural power, "and if you get anything wrong, I will tell you the real answers. You got that?" Mai stiffened, her breath catching as the compulsion settled over her mind like a warm, sticky fog. Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only thin rings of blue remained.

"All right," Mai breathed, her voice suddenly slack and dreamy, her body swaying slightly as if ****. Yugi grinned, his cock throbbing against his zipper. The first question burned on his tongue, ready to unravel the proud duelist into nothing but a ****, dripping plaything. Her history was his to rewrite, one corrupted memory at a time.