Random Quest

I awoke groggily from my dreamless sleep, a phenomenon I’ve noticed a lot since releasing Samira, to the light of the morning. I looked at my phone and saw it was 7 in the morning on a Saturday.
I saw Samira flipping through her phantom phone as well, “Morning,” I mumbled. She looked up and laughed.

“You look graceful, husband,” she teased, “truly, women will be throwing themselves at you before long.” And flew over to me. “How did you sleep?”

“I wanted to ask you about that. I keep having dreamless sleep,” I squinted at her, “know anything about that?”

She smirked, “I recall you having a particularly detailed dream yesterday afternoon, husband,” in reference to our dream sex.

But I wouldn’t be deterred, “Answer the question, Samira.” I wanted to sound insistent without sounding forceful, but I couldn’t tell how successful I was having just woken up.

She looked me dead in the eye, pondering something, before she shrugged, “Fine, I was going to tell you eventually but since it’s come up now: might as well.” She flicked her enormous hair, “I’ve been using some of my magic to help you sleep so as to bring more wishes your way. Nothing more.”

“And it has the side effect of no more dreams?” I asked, closing my eyes again.

“I figured making your dreams come true took precedence,” She said flatly, I matched her shrug from before, agreeing with her.

“So what are we doing today; it’s a weekend,” I said, snuggling back into the blanket.

“You’re gonna be fucking Audrey tonight,” came another voice from behind me. I opened my eyes to see Emily Wheeler in my kitchen, making tea with her hair tied up and wearing one of my shirts. She brought the tea to me in one of my cups, “She still thinks I think she’s straight and a slut, kinda like I was. I’ll get her into a 3-way with you by this evening. Nut inside her to proceed the quest.” She sat in one of my chairs and gave me a little wave.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked, still halfway submerged in my bed.

“Rude. Did… you want me to leave?” she asked in an annoyed, then concerned tone.

I sat up, starting to genuinely wake, “No, It’s not that. I guess I sort of just expected you to go home. You’re a teenager, after all.”

“Yeah, but remember,” she said, a wicked smirk appeared on her face, “you kind of enslaved me yesterday.”

I rubbed my eyes, “Yeah, that. Anyway, what’s this about Audrey?” I asked, changing the subject.

She perked up, “So! Now that I know she’s obsessed with me, I figure I can get her into bed with you since I’ll be there. Then it’s a simple case of peer pressuring her to have sex with someone she has no attraction to!”

I recoiled at that, “What a happy thought.”

She scoffed, “Relax, Whistler, I was exaggerating. Your Popularity Aura is activated now. You’ll be putting at least SOME moves on girls as popular as Audrey, even if the piece of ass she really wants is just out of reach.”

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Emily made breakfast, which we shared. I took a shower, which we shared. And then she called Audrey, and turned on speaker phone, “Hey hottie!” she said bubbily.

“What up, slut?” answered a voice, “You at home?”

“Nope, I’m on my way there from Whistler’s place,” Emily replied, winking at me.

There was a pause on the line, “Wow, Em. You-uh... you're really working him, huh?”

Samira chuckled, floating upside-down directly in front of me, “Poor girl. Hearing progress reports from the woman she loves about how her relationship is going. You’re a bad influence, husband.”

I rolled my eyes, as Emily answered, “You have no idea, babe. I can’t tell if I’ve got him by the balls or if he has mine. Er, you know what I mean.” and giggled. Audrey matched it with her own half-hearted laugh. “Anyway, I’m going back to his place tonight.”

“Seriously, Em?!?" She replied too strongly, "You’re… gonna get caught or something!”

“No, we’re gonna get caught. _You’re _coming with me.”

“What?”

“I promised Whistler a Three-way tonight. This marathon sex he puts out is too much; I need a plus one tonight.”

“Em, I dunno…”

Emily made eye contact with me, and mouthed, ‘Got her.’ “Audrey, you remember that thing with Jacob?”

No response.

“You owe me, Audrey. It’s just one night. We got that Miami trip soon for free anyway, right?”

“Fine, but you’re picking me up. Now go away; I’m mad at you.” and she hung up.

Samira did a casual twirl in midair while making a thinking pose. I stirred my 2nd cup of tea this morning, and Emily gloated with nothing but her body language. This seems to be my current relationship dynamic.

“See, Whistler?” She said, breaking the silence, “Easy as that. Audrey’s a good girl, and even if she’ll be a little grumpy at first, she’ll be ecstatic once she’s been properly fucked straight.”

I ignored her willfully, “So what about that?” I said, pointing to the whiteboard Emily brought yesterday. It held columns and yet-to-be-filled-in bullet points for each perceived heroine, both official and unofficial-yet on the agenda.

Emily bounced over to it, “Oh yeah, let’s get that over with,” and filled things in below her name

• Tamed via Mind Machine: check.
• Secured Miami trip: check.
• Convince Whistler to keep me this way permanently: Ongoing

She looked back and winked at me. I rolled my eyes. She moved to Audrey’s section.

• Three-way with Emily: Ongoing; Emily set it up
• Teach her magic: Not started; Unclear start

Samira

• Keep fucking new girls; Ongoing
• Unclear what else

Both girls shrugged at me. I was still bothered by End of the Sub, but I tried to avoid letting it show. Those seals unsealing on it was… unsettling.

Taeyeon

• Make her a cuck; Ongoing

Nari (Taeyeon’s sister)

• Meet her, first of all

“Not much to say about those last three,” Emily said, “but this one is interesting,”

Kailah the Elf girl

• Fuck her butt (Essential!)
• Mind Control her

“And that’s it. Thoughts?” she asked, capping her marker.

“I think I'm happy you listened to my lecture on semicolons," eliciting a bow from her, "What about that last section? Candidates?”

“I saved that for just a bullet list of girls to conquer. Got any in mind?”

I pondered that for a moment and shrugged, "Maybe the elf queen? But I don't even have a name." Emily told me to get the name and get back to her about it.

I looked at my phone. I wanted to check I'd I had one or both wishes available, and was surprised to see a gold exclamation mark in the menu banner at the top of the Conqueror's Companion.

Samira and Emily looking over my shoulders, I open it, and read it aloud.

Random Quest! Taming Speedrun:

• QUEST: Tame a heroine with the below conditions, then fornicate with her before the Conqueror sleeps next.
• TARGET:
• Heroine must have a Concubine Score of 500 or higher as of the beginning of the quest.
• Heroine must be presently married as of the beginning of the quest.

• Heroine must not be registered in the Conqueror's Companion as of the beginning of the quest.

• REWARD: New skill for the Conqueror.
• REWARD: New story route unlocked for preexisting heroine.

"It wants me to find a new heroine and tame her in one day?" I asked the room, reading between the lines.

Samira piped in, "I guess it's already time to dust off the Mind Control Bed, husband." I nodded and shrugged.

Emily asked the obvious, "So what's a Concubine Score?"

I shrugged. This was the first time I had seen the term. I opened the glossary and scrolled through it until I found it.

"The Concubine Score is a numerical value indicating a heroine's ability to pleasure the Conqueror. These scores are subject to change and are only an indicator of the heroine's current value. To view a heroine's Concubine Score, tap and hold their profiles," I narrated to the room.

I decided to do as it instructed, and checked Emily's Concubine Score, which displayed a '278', eliciting a sneer from the teenage girl. Barely halfway to what I was supposed to tame by the end of the day. I went back to the glossary and read further.

The average score of an adult female human at the height of her sexual maturity will be 230. The score of the most desirable Concubine candidate on earth is 743. The average score of a fertility goddess is 1200, the upper limit of The Immaculate One (once fully incarnated) is 2000 (HIDDEN: upper limit is unsealed by unsealing of End of the Sub), and the most supreme Concubine Score conceptually is 5000.

I felt many chills down my spine. First, of course, because I had new data on End of the Sub. It felt like his app could see the future and was keeping me on the edge of my seat. Something, unknown even to herself, will happen to Samira so immense that it will fundamentally change her purpose in the world… and it will make her a superior Concubine as a result. It frightened me, but aroused me more.

The other chill was that I was apparently being tasked with taming some married woman by the end of the day, and she had to be twice the lay of the average girl.

"Any ideas?" I asked the two of them, "Somehow I think running around scanning random women isn't what the quest wants me to do."

Samira shrugged, "You have a wish. Use it somehow."

"Yeah, I agree," added Emily.

Wait. I looked between the two of them, shocked at what I just heard, "Emily, you can hear Samira?"

She shrugged and answered nonchalantly, "Yeah, I can see and hear her ever since I was Tamed. We had a lot of girltalk after you went to bed." I looked at Samira who similarly shrugged. I guess I was the weird one, they both didn't think anything of it.

I shook my head, "Whatever, yeah a wish is probably the right choice." But what to wish for? The natural answer is 'I wish for the best solution for the quest,' but that's both unimaginative and wasteful. For all I know the PCA will bag me one day and in preparation for that day I'd like to have a few tools in my back pocket. So whatever I wish for should have some future proofing. "Okay," I said, going over the phrasing in my head, "I wish for added functionality in the Conqueror's Companion allowing me to search any heroine in existence by keyword and register them remotely." In my peripheral vision, Samira's eyes flashed their usual deep, regal purple, contrasted against her confused expression.

The Conqueror's Companion closed, and promptly reopened, revealing a new symbol on its main interface, clearly depicting a magnifying glass. Tapping on it opened a text box, waiting for me to fill it in.

"Why that wish?" Asked Samira, "That'll maybe tell you who to tame; it won't do anything practical.

I chuckled at her short-sightedness, "It has future value beyond helping me with a single quest. Besides, I have every tool necessary to tame heroines."

That seemed to satisfy my women, and I proceeded to begin typing away at my phone. At first I searched for 'Concubine Score of 743', only for a text error to tell me that at my current level of Alf Layla Wa Layla, the maximum I can search for is 515.

"Sorry Whistler," injected Emily smugly, "Can't hit mystery superwhore yet."

I actually was quite annoyed at the limitation, but 515 would still suffice for today's quest. I typed in a range of 500-515, and a list of a list of women seemingly without end appeared, diverse in age, nationality… species?

"Oh," I said aloud, symbolically smacking myself in the face. I asked for a list of all women in existence, I should probably narrow it down, like, 'On Earth', and 'not in a parallel universe', 'human' and, of course, 'married' so as to locate a sufficient heroine for the purpose of the quest. I was so bewildered by the list that the shock that I had a multiversal encyclopedia of women in my hand now nearly eluded me. If the PCA ever got ahold of me, I'd kinda deserve it.

The list revised itself, revealing only 37 potential heroines. 37 women in the world were married and between 500 and 515. We made the right call, no way would I have finished this quest without a wish. At this point, any further specificity would only be for my preference.
But before I could continue, Emily spoke up with a devilish grin on her face, "Add 'faithfully married'," she said through smirking teeth. I sighed, and acquired. It was far too late to take any moral stance now.

The list revised itself once more to reveal… 13. Of those 37 exceptional concubines, only 13 of them hadn't cheated on their husbands. I comforted myself with the knowledge that these were only women who would be excellent concubines anyway.
I looked through the list. These women were gorgeous. I felt the tyranny of choice. "Well now you have a list of targets, Husband," came my wife, "But now you actually have to tame them and they're all far away."

She was right. New York, Dubai, Singapore, Tokyo to name a few… Every target was in a different city, each less accessible than the last. I sat back and reflected.

To tame a heroine in one day, either she would have to have the easiest conquest around or I'd have to use the mind control device. That choice was a no-brainer. Traveling with it isn't feasible. The only way I could would be to load it into the Camelback and use the Camelback as mobile storage. Naturally I'd take the heroine into the Camelback and put her into the machine. An idea that made my skin crawl. I hadn't straight up assaulted anyone before, but I couldn't see an easy alternative.
Then comes the issue of actually getting to the heroine in time. Unless I wanted to be completely sleep deprived, I had about 20 hours (especially if we canceled with Audrey tonight) to get it done. And getting a plane on such short notice was an issue. If I needed to, I could 'teleport' Emily by leaving her in the Camelback, flying over somewhere, and bringing her out, but-

It hit me in the face. The Camelback. It's a spaceship, could I just… fly it to Earth?

I stood up wordlessly, and got dressed, ignoring the prying voices of my women. Taking up the Key of Camellian, I once again left my apartment, determined no one was around, and entered the Camelback alone.
The Arcane ship was as mysterious as it had been the other night, but now I was here with a purpose, "Kailah, are you here?" I called out. Some moments later, the elf entered the parlor, dressed cutely as a maid. Her hair tied up in a bonnet and cascading down her form, no doubt to the bitter hatred of the knight sealed within. I made a mental note to check her Concubine Score.

"Welcome home, Master," she said with a small curtsy, "How may I assist you?"

I cut right to the point, "Can you fly this ship?"

She made a shifty gesture to indicate "Yes and no. I have the technique capable of doing so, but not the authority."

"So if I gave you permission, or you instructed me, could the ship fly? And how quickly could we get to Earth?"

She seemed confused by the onslaught of questions, but answered regardless, "Well, yes. I could instruct you easily on how to pilot the ship, but only the Key's owner can do so. As for the request to go to Earth, it is entirely feasible, and we would arrive at its ground level in 47 seconds."

That number bewildered me, "That's all?"

She shrugged and held up a confident finger, "To reiterate, The Camelback is an anomaly of a spaceship. It is invisible, nigh-impenetrable, nigh-undetectable, moves at impossible speeds, and completely safe. Though it has no weapon systems to speak of." She seemed annoyed at that last part, "Is there some reason we need to head to Earth, master? You already live there, yes?"

I nodded, sitting down after learning my plan actually sounded pretty easy, "Yes, I do. But this will take me anywhere in the world much faster than I would've been able to otherwise, and I have a… pressing appointment."

She nodded, "Understood, master." Turning to leave, she beckoned me to follow, "Navigation is just in here."

I followed the elf, observing her cute butt and being reminded that I was supposed to sodomize her. Bizarre train of thought.

The old, but not worn stone of the ship was entirely incongruous to its status as the foremost spaceship she had never heard of. The floor wasnt Iron, it was stone and carpet. The lights weren't electric, they were lanterns dispersing soft light. Tapestries and paintings. It almost seemed like… a temple. A spiritual place more than anything else.

We arrived at a large, dark room, lit only with by the cold and distant light of the stars. The stone above us and the night sky visible through various portcullis, beyond which lead directly outside. It made me feel like I was underneath a castle. In the center of the room, what appeared to be a nondescript fountain sat, but various twinkling lights within it immediately conveyed it as a model of the surrounding cosmos. I intuitively knew this was 'Navigation.'

"Now, Master," Kailah said, her melodious voice sailing into my left ear, "Focus onto the Celestial Array and think of your destination." I did as instructed, assuming the fountain was said Celestial Array. Was it this simple? The idea of it being this easy hadn't even occurred to me, "Think of Earth. Think of the rolling green hills of your home world. The smell of your mother's cooking and the warmth of your bed." The image she was invoking in me was working, the fountain began shifting. Growing and shrinking and focusing g on specific twinkling lights.

And before long, it displayed an image of Earth. Knowing it wasn't my ultimate destination, I laid in the course, and outside where once I saw the awesome beauty of the flat side of the Milky Way, now the swiftly moving lights revealed us to be moving at an impossible speed. The Camelback seemed to fall toward the galaxy, light whizzing past the ship. Before I even realized what I was doing I had moved away from the Celestial Array and was observing my short flight from the portcullis, and before long, the ship stopped, revealing our destination

It was a surreal feeling. I had just teleported outside my galaxy, and yet the most emotional I had felt was looking at… home. The planet I was at just a moment ago. It's deep blue and white beauty, observed by precious few in history, truly encapsulated the ridiculousness of my new station.

But… before long something unexpected happened. A figure appeared to be moving toward the ship, directly at us. Was it an enemy, a missile or something?!? I turned to Kailah behind me who was confused about my sudden panic and was about to ask her what to do when the assailant made herself known. "Husband! You left without me!" Came the fuming voice of Samira, who had apparently flown up from the surface of the Earth when she felt me approach the planet. Her sublime beauty illuminated from behind by the warm light of the planet.

I let out a guttural, heartfelt laugh. Nothing could've ended that moment better than her presence. I looked at Samira and wished I could embrace her. "Now then," I said confidently, "Which heroine to choose?"