No, the ring has other plans.

"Sorry," you said.

She was hot. But she wasn't them. The ring had plans for you, and you didn't know it. It just subtly nudged you to ignore smoking hot library nerd blondes that seemed to appear out of thin air. Not now. Maybe later.

The blonde was perplexed. Probably never turned down by a man before, you thought to yourself.

The doors clicked shut behind you. A new you. An enhanced you, a perfected you. Who could turn down smoking hot blondes without regret.

Cold air slapped you in the face, but it didn’t bother you. You barely felt it. Your whole body was running hot, every nerve charged. The ring on your finger didn’t glow, didn’t make a sound.

It was alive.

You could feel it in your grip, in your huge balls, in the heavy weight swinging heavy in your pants. You walked different now. You didn’t even try to hide it.

And then you saw them.

Same three babes. The ones who'd been all over the man earlier, before magic left his body. They'd been wrapped around him like he was some kind of sex god. Now they were just standing there outside the library like stray cats who lost their owner. One was sitting on a bench, arms around her legs. Another was pacing like she was trying not to cry. The third one just stood there, eyes blank, like she’d had her wires cut.

They looked wrecked. Not physically, they looked fucking amazing. But something inside was off. Like they'd been unplugged, left running on empty. Still, they were hot enough to make you stare.

The one on the bench had long red hair in a messy braid, strong, thick thighs squeezed into a short black skirt, heels off, bare feet on the cold stone. Her mascara had run, but it made her look dirtier, not broken. Her big tits pushed against her tight sweater every time she breathed. She hugged her legs like she was trying to hold herself together.

The hot one pacing had blonde curls bouncing around her face, tight yoga pants clinging to every inch of her round ass, and a cropped hoodie that showed off a flat stomach and toned arms. She looked like a cheerleader in crisis mode. Still sexy, still fuckable, but stressed out.

The third one just stood there. Dark hair, pale skin, tall. Long black dress with a slit up the side. No bra, probably, pokies showing. She looked like a statue, arms at her sides, eyes glazed, but even from ten meters away you could see her nipples poking through the fabric. She looked the calmest. But her thighs were shaking.

They were broken inside.

But they still looked ready to be used. And the ring subtly made you care only about that.

You stopped walking. Just watched them for a second.

The one sitting looked up. Her eyes locked on yours. Then the pacing one stopped and turned. The blank one finally focused, and it was on you.

That’s when you felt it. Something shift. Not just from them, from the ring too. It stirred, just a little. Like it recognized them. Like it remembered.

The redhead blinked and whispered, "You’re alive?"

The blonde shook her head, staring at your chest. "It’s not him... but I can see the simil- god, he’s so fucking hot."

The tall one didn’t move, just murmured under her breath, "I want him. Right now."

Then the redhead stood up slowly, eyes still locked on you, and said, "Let’s go to the mansion."

None of them waited for a reply. They started walking. Like you were already theirs. Or the other way around.