Housekeeping

I felt vindictive glee as my old shampoo, conditioner, and body wash sailed in a lazy arc towards the bin (and missed because I had roughly zero throwing ability). I had grown beyond them, to new heights of magic. That was to say I had recently devised, and created, magical alternatives. I rubbed my hand along my hair, silky smooth did not even begin to describe what I felt, it was as if a cloud sat atop my head. It was making some headway on growing out, currently in that annoying transitional phase that resulted in having hair in my eyes constantly but not yet long enough to tie up. Currently a pin valiantly held back the worst of it from my eyes but it was a close fought battle, and it stuck out every way it desired.

Magically speaking it was actually very simple, hair was very much dead and easy to define and restore to an older state. It had once been hale and hearty; full of life. So I had simply plucked a baby hair - not fun in the least - alchemically combined it with argan oil, and called it a day. Hair still got dirty but designing a spell to flip through possible states of my hair and bring out the one in which none of the bits of dust, dead skin, and other detritus, never found its way onto it was relatively simple. With some tweaking I'd adapted the spell to target all dirt on my body. I still needed to wash, bacteria were too alive to be removed via my probability manipulation magics. My body wash had been replaced by a better alternative, 'natural soap' that I'd melted down, empowered with some 'alchemised sperm' - my current name for my new method of combining sugar and sperm - then re-solidified. It was a bit odd to be returning to an older method of cleaning, but the results spoke for themselves. Also, there was something inherently thrilling about cleaning myself with something that was made with my own sperm. Not that it smelled anything like that. No, currently my skin was fucking delectable.

Ready for the day I got to work, I had a busy day ahead of me. Currently, anybody could just walk into my house and then wander around until they stumble into one of the 'magic rooms.' Locks were one solution, that I had already employed, replacing the existing horrid ones with much more modern locks. That was a good start, but I just knew I could do better.

I could use my magic to alter memories, it wasn’t easy, but I could. So, if I could do that I could do a lot of other things in the brain.

What I needed was something like an SEP field, some way of making anybody that observed the house itself or the altered rooms see something totally innocuous. Or to decide that it was ‘somebody else’s problem.’ I treated it like a programming problem, I had the grand task, hide my activities. Now I had broken that down into a spell that could solve that task, so next I needed to breakdown that spell.

It would need a few parts, first a way to tell if somebody was currently observing the rooms, then it would need to alter their short-term memory to replace the currently forming memory of the room into one of a perfectly mundane room. Would it make more sense to alter the signals coming from the eyes? No, I needed to impose a mundane room onto the memory, and it would be insane to pre-program in the exact image of a normal room. I wasn’t even sure how I’d go about doing that. Something trickier. Maybe… drawing on their memories of ‘normal rooms’ to make them see exactly the sort of room they expected. Yes, yes that could work. Then I needed to figure out a way of mentally deprioritising the room. Disincentivising them from entering.

Each individual task set I could start forming the spell in parts, making each as an individual spell, testing it on myself, recording results and making alterations before making changes.

I pulled a pearl-white marble from a pouch at my side, erect cock twitching in anticipation. I popped it into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste, rolling it around in my mouth for a little bit at the under taste set in a bit. I crunched down, the outer shell shattering and releasing the gooey inside. I moaned at the taste and sensation, swallowing the thick mixture. My energy returned to me, and my dick shrank back, I shifted around in a faux orgasm. I was feeling the echo of the pleasure that had gone into making the confectionary.

Energised, I got started on my work.