Make her break it off.

Honestly, if Makenzie really wasn’t interested much in him anyway, it was probably for the better that she end it now before it became a real issue. It seemed a little cruel to just lead him on like that. Besides, if what she wanted out of him was to sit on his face… well… let’s just say the idea didn’t not appeal to me.

“I think you should just break up with him,” I said, and then drew in another breath so I could expand on my reasoning.

“’Kay,” she replied, cutting me off and tapping away on her phone to send the message.

I blinked. It really was just that easy. Doing this and having such immediate feedback brought back the confidence, and with it the desire to make a few more adjustments, since I got to dictate her sex life entirely.

“In fact, I think the only relationship you need is your devotion to the faith,” I began, “and as such, you only need to participate in sexual activity when showing your devotion to me.” It was strange saying things like that, but also very satisfying. It sort of felt like roleplaying, except she believed it.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she replied, indifferently but with a distant hint of enthusiasm. I was simply amazed at how smooth that just went. I basically told her she couldn’t have any relationships or any sexual interactions except with me and her response was indifference at worst. I had no clue how I ended up with this notebook, but by god I was glad I ended up with it.

While Makenzie finished up her task of breaking things off with her boyfriend, I went ahead and took a peek at the last commandment listed in the notebook.

*X. Jack Oswald Lantern is not subject to the mandatory obedience of these rules; he may break them at his discretion. Doing so will not harm his overall public image, nor will others be truly upset with him even if they act that way.

Well that was a rather fancy way of saying that I could basically get away with doing whatever I wanted to goths and they’d never hold it against me, though it did seem to imply they might still act appropriately for the situation. I then noticed something weird in this notebook full of weird stuff. There was an eleventh commandment.

XI.

But it was blank, no writing after that one, but there were still three open lines on the page. The next page looked like it detailed other things and was distinctly not a continuation of the commandments. I tapped my chin thoughtfully but didn’t have much time to think or dive into the notebook’s later contents because the speaker on the bus came on announcing that we had arrived at our destination and to prepare ourselves to exit. Thinking quickly, I turned to Makenzie and yanked her top back down over her breasts so she wouldn’t be walking around basically topless on campus. Her melons were lethal, after all.

It was time to embark upon a new year, it was my first year of college, I had this notebook that declared me a messiah to all goths, who apparently were abundant in Autumn Ridge, and yet somehow I got the feeling the weirdest had yet to truly come.

Autumn Ridge was a very beautiful town settled on a mountainside and within a forest. Though it was still august, I imagined the town would be very beautiful when, as the name implied, fall arrived. There were a lot of coniferous trees but a fair number of trees whose leaves would change and make the town look ablaze with color.

Autumn Ridge University fit like a glove in this scenery. From the outside most of the buildings had a very archaic feel despite being also very clearly modern. Lots of wood and stone rather than brick, mortar and steel. Combined with the fact that most of the outdoor common areas for students were parks and gardens that looked painstakingly cared for, it gave the whole campus a feeling of being in a medieval village rather than a modern education institute. Even the walkways were made to look like cobble paths rather than concrete.

The whole campus was comprised of two rings of buildings and parks centered around a massive clocktower. Makenzie informed me, as we made our way to the dorms, that most of the stuff in the center ring were the administrative facilities as well as the student resource buildings like the library. The dorms and lecture halls were on the outer ring, and so were we, hauling our carry-on luggage to the delta building, which evidently was the newest dorm built around the time the new dean took over.

“The professors are pretty laid back around here,” Makenzie explained as we neared the delta dorm, “I’ve never had to work very hard to get passing grades. Some of them are even goths so I bet you’ll get As in a few of your classes just because of who you are.” It sounded like I really did make a good decision coming here. My college life was going to be pretty chill by the sound of it.

As we approached the dorm a person came into view. She was goth but only really in terms of color. Her outfit was otherwise a classic slutty college girl’s outfit with hotpants, a button-up shirt containing a pair of tits that had to be double-Ds that was tied just under her bust, a pair of flip flops, painted nail polish on both her fingers and toes, and even a pair of pigtails. The major difference was that all of these things, excluding the hair, which was black with pink highlights, were completely black, a stark contrast to what a typical college girl might be wearing.

She also appeared pretty fit and slender, her belly was flat and even looked a little toned. Her thighs and breasts were the only part of her that had any meat, and they looked soft. She was a stark contrast to Makenzie in many ways, who had a little bit of chubbiness but not an unpleasant amount and who seemed a little more reserved. This girl looked positively bubbly and outgoing.

“Kenzie!” she exclaimed at our arrival, “Oh my god, I missed you!” She then practically skipped toward us, her breasts bouncing as she went, and threw herself into Makenzie with a hug.

“Hi,” Makenzie replied, seeming a bit annoyed but returning the hug anyway. When they parted, she decided to do the introductions, “Jack, this is Lindsey. She’s in 214.” Which meant she was our room-neighbor.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, but I had to ask, “when does the nightingale sing?” I wasn’t entirely comfortable just assuming this woman was a goth, she had the colors down but not really the style or attitude. Honestly, though, I hoped she was because her tits looked amazing.

“Midnight, duh,” she giggled, “I can’t believe you’re the real Jack Lantern, that’s so cool!”

“I’m flattered you think so,” I chuckled and wasted no time reaching out to grab one of her breasts in my hand. While not as impossibly soft as Makenzie’s, these breasts were bouncier and springier, firmer but also pretty smooth. I slid my hand down into her top almost immediately, and then felt like I was in heaven. A dark, twisted, gothic heaven.

“Told you he liked big tits,” Makenzie said.

Lindsey giggled again, “He sure does. Glad he likes mine, too.” She wiggled her brows at me suggestively. It was strange, even though her outfit wasn’t quite as goth as Makenzie’s, she seemed way more enthusiastic about my fondling. The fifth commandment seemed to outline pretty clearly that more goth equals more enthusiasm. The inverse seemed to be true here.

I decided this was perhaps not the most ideal location to be doing this, so I took my hand away from Lindsey’s breast, which took a great degree of willpower, and announced that we should probably start getting our things put away, I was eager to see my dorm room.