Making Plans

He stared down at the app, remembering the introduction. Rule the world. Even using the app as cleverly and carefully as possible, it would take years, decades even, but did he really want to walk down that road? Face the challenges, and dangers, that would come with reshaping the entire world to his will?

The image of the harem flashed through his mind again. Not just his college, but the most beautiful women of the planet waiting on him, serving and servicing him at his whim.

He grinned. Challenge accepted.

He sat at his computer, swivelling back and forth in his chair, letting himself think. His mind raced through possibilities.

He wouldn’t be able to jump straight to conquering, or at least becoming ruler of, anything, not until he had a base of power that went beyond just the app. He thought of politicians, the mayor, maybe even a representative or senator. The governor? No, they were too public, too risky. He would need… money, and leverage. He would need to work behind the scenes until he was able to step into the public eye with enough backing that public scrutiny wouldn’t ruin everything.

So that meant business people. People with funds who he could tag and control and could give him access to bigger and bigger fish. He turned back to the computer and pulled up some online directories, looking up business news sites and beginning his search, the unit he’d taken on business administration finally coming in handy. Not officers or directors, no, investors, people who described themselves as having “a portfolio” of business, ideally people invested in the local community so that range could be adequately managed without arousing suspicion.

He opened a document and began making notes, names and portfolio estimates, links to profiles and articles. He had been picturing old, stuffy men, but was pleasantly surprised when his search began turning up sharp-dressed, intelligent looking women, staring intently out over desks and conference tables. They quickly moved to the top of the list. He grinned as he worked. He’d never studied this hard for a class. The image of the harem flashed in his mind, but then none of his classes had ever had such a reward on offer.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been at it when he heard the sound of a door closing down the hall.

His mother’s meetings had finished.

His cock, which had been at least half-erect the entire time, sprang back to painful hardness. He glanced at the list he had made, thinking of the plans that had formed in his mind as he studied and learned. He would need to level up before he could even start them. He should probably get to work on that.