Kevin, as he gets ready for his next class

Kevin was having a fantastic day. He had put the head cheerleader in her place, had unlimited power at his fingertips, and best of all he lost his virginity to his fantasy girl (well, one of them). Life was good.

Arriving at his locker, he opened it up and started to grab his books for his AP Biology class. It wasn't like he was intending to actually do any work in class, but he figured he should at least pretend he was treating this like an ordinary day. Besides, it's possible he might read something that would give him an idea for another-

Kevin's thoughts were interrupted when he was shoved from behind, slamming into the metal locker in front of him and spilling books from it (and his hands) out onto the floor.

"Hey Kev," he heard the familiar voice of Brad say from behind him, "Didn't see you in first period. What were you doing?"

Kevin turned to see the smug prick that was the quarterback of the football team grinning back at him.

"I..." Kevin started, trying to think of an excuse, before he realized that the truth was so much sweeter than any lie he could come up with. Smirking, he puffed out his chest and answered, "I was fucking Samantha Mason in an empty classroom all period. You know, the cheerleader?"

He expected to see a look of shock on the football star's face at this revelation, but to his surprise Brad just laughed, "Right, right, your 'concubine'. Listen dork, just 'cause you had a booty call with your personal slut doesn't mean you aren't still a pathetic loser. In fact, I'd say that makes you more of one, since it's not like you can get a girl any other way."

Kevin was stunned, his ego quickly deflating. Apparently his wish made the fact that Samantha was his concubine common knowledge... and Brad still didn't care, or show him any respect for it. He suppose he should have expected this: not even infinite magic power can make Brad not be an insufferable jerk.

Brad sneered, "Nothing to say, huh? Figures. You may act all high and mighty because you think you're special, but the second someone calls you out on your bullshit you fold like the spineless weakling you are."

"Hey lay off him, Brad!"

To Kevin's complete and utter shock, Samantha walked right up to Brad and pushed him away from Kevin. Her friend Tiffany wasn't far behind, though she kept her distance, content to just observe what was happening.

"Hey, Sam, relax," Brad said, raising his hands defensively, "We were just messing around. No harm done."

"Don't 'Sam' me!" the redhead scolded, jabbing her finger at him, "Only my friends and Kevin get to call me that! You're always pulling this shit, and I'm sick of it! So how about you just leave him alone and go show off how macho you are somewhere else?"

Brad sputtered for a moment, looking between the two cheerleaders. He then sighed and said, "Alright, fine. I'll leave your 'emperor' alone. Later, dweeb."

Brad walked off, glaring back at Kevin as he did so in the way that only meant 'this isn't over'. Samantha (Sam, Kevin thought to himself) watched him leave, muttering "Jackass..." under her breath, before turning to Kevin with concern in her eyes, "Are you okay? He didn't rough you up too bad, did he?"

"Um, n-no," Kevin stammered, still in shock, "I'm fine."

"Here, let me get these for you," she said, crouching down to pick up the papers and books that had fallen to the floor during the scuffle, "Tiff, help me out will you?"

Tiffany gave her friend the classic 'do I have to?' look, but after a moment she reluctantly came over and helped pick up Kevin's things. Kevin himself grabbed what the girls handed him, either putting them in his locker or his backpack for the next class.

Once the three were done cleaning up, Sam turned to Tiffany and said, "You go ahead. I'm going to walk Kevin to his next class."

Tiffany sighed in resignation, "Figured as much... I'll let Miss Littlewood know you might be a bit late. Later, you two."

As the raven-haired cheerleader walked off down the hall, Sam hooked her arm around Kevin's and started gently guiding him in the opposite direction, "Don't mind her. Tiff's totally supportive about me being your concubine and everything, but she doesn't have the easiest time wrapping her head around it sometimes. And honestly, I think she's also got kind of a crush on Brad."

"Yeah, but what cheerleader doesn't?" Kevin asked rhetorically.

"I don't," Samantha replied with a pout, "I think he's a jerk, especially for picking on you for no good reason."

"R-Really?" Kevin asked, stunned by this. This was unbelievable. The old Samantha would have never said something like that. Then again, she also wouldn't have stood up for him like she did back there, or help him with his things. Hell she probably would have just sat back and watched happily while he struggled to deal with it all.

"Yeah," Sam affirmed, "Really, I think he's jealous of you. He wishes he could have a concubine of his own, and seeing you with one as hot as me probably infuriates him."

"I bet..." Kevin said with a satisfied grin. He already liked this Sam way better than the old one.

Curious, he asked her, "Hey, do you know of any other concubines at this school?"

Sam leans into him, her red hair brushing against the side of his head as she thinks, "Hmm... nope, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. In fact, I think I'm the only one in town at all. Lucky you, huh?"

"Yeah, lucky me..." Kevin said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. On a whim, he lowered his hand just a tiny bit and caressed her firm butt over her jeans.

Samantha perked up at the sudden sensation, then let out a giggle, "Hey, don't start something you can't finish. I doubt we can get away with playing hooky two classes in a row."

"Don't worry, I'm not," he said, "Just showing a bit of appreciation for what you did back there."

"It's my job," she said with a smile, "Well okay, it's not strictly in my job description, but I can't just stand by and let my owner get bullied, right?"

"Right," Kevin agreed. Maybe Brad had a point about him: he certainly wouldn't have Sam doting on him like this if she wasn't his concubine. Then again, what does Brad know? This felt great. Only one thing could possibly make it better.

"I wish Brad had a micropenis less than two inches long when hard, with a hair trigger so sensitive he'll cum in his pants whenever a girl he finds hot does so much as tease him with their bodies. And I wish that while this change is retroactive, he has somehow managed to hide his micropenis from everyone else until now, and that he'll slip up the next time he is in the locker room with his team or having sex with a girl, whichever comes first."

There, now it was the perfect moment. Kevin leaned his head on Sam's shoulder, wanting to bask in this feeling for just a little bit longer before his next class. After all, it didn't really matter if he was late or not anymore.