Chapter Two

Jason’s family home was quiet.

Not creepy quiet—simply empty in a way that made every sound seem louder than it should have been. His parents were halfway across the Pacific on a cruise they’d been planning for years, and Jason had the place entirely to himself.

He’d retreated to his bedroom.

The room was, unmistakably, a nerd’s sanctuary.

The bedspread featured cartoon characters he’d loved in middle school—faded but intact, because replacing it had always seemed like an unnecessary expense. Posters from sci-fi TV shows and anime lined the walls in careful symmetry. A model space shuttle hung from the ceiling on nearly invisible fishing line, gently swaying whenever the air conditioning kicked on.

There were trophies, but not the kind most people displayed: Mathletics. Spellathons. Academic decathlons. They sat neatly on a shelf, dusted regularly.

The heart of the room was the desk.

It was solid, scarred in places from years of use, and dominated by a PC Jason had built himself. Dual monitors. Mechanical keyboard. Everything functional. Everything earned by his own hand.

Beside it stood a bookshelf, crammed so tightly with textbooks and reference manuals that some of them had to be stacked horizontally. Physics. Biology. Chemistry. MCAT prep guides were kept on hand as a constant reminder of his career goals.

Jason sat down in his gamer chair and gently set the lamp on his desk.

For a long moment, he just stared at it.

Up close, it was even stranger. The brass gleamed as if it had been polished moments ago, and there wasn’t a single scratch, fingerprint, or fleck of patina anywhere on its surface. It didn’t look new—it looked timeless, as though age didn’t apply to it.

He picked it up again, turning it slowly in his hands.

It felt warm. Not unpleasantly so, but alive somehow. There was a faint vibration running through it, a subtle thrumming that made his palms buzz, as though he were holding something overcharged.

“This is ridiculous.” Jason muttered to himself.

Still, Ms Gertrude wasn’t the sort to give gag gifts.

Feeling faintly embarrassed, he rubbed the side of the lamp with the edge of his sweaty T-shirt, half-expecting nothing to happen and fully prepared to feel stupid for trying.

The world exploded.

There was a sudden clap of thunder, so loud it made Jason yelp and fall from his chair. A blinding flash of light blinded him, followed immediately by a roiling cloud of smoke that burst outward from the lamp and spiraled up toward the ceiling.

The air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine.

Jason scrambled backward, heart pounding, as the smoke thickened—then condensed—shaping itself.

A girl emerged from it.

She was beautiful in an eye-catching, dazzling way, floating a few inches above the floor as the last wisps of smoke curled around her. Her harem girl outfit looked like it had stepped straight out of an old Arabian Nights movie.

Jason stared.

She blinked at him, tilted her head, and grinned.

“Hi, hi!” She waved cheerfully. “Oh wow! Are you, like, my new master?”

Jason continued to stare, mouth agape.

The girl–no, the honest-to-god genie hovering in his bedroom was a literal smokeshow!

Tendrils of pink smoke wafted around her hyper-voluptuous figure clad in a tiny silk vest that barely restrained her stupendous bosom. Baggy pants of diaphanous, transparent fabric hung low on her flaring hips, baring her flat midriff and waspish waist. The costume was so scant, so risque, it would make a bikini model blush.

She looked like an over-exaggerated parody of womanhood. As though a mad god had taken a bellydancer, a fertility idol, and a headlining Vegas stripper, then mashed them together to form one singularly sinful being.

Her limbs were slender, wrists and ankles adorned with gold bangles that chimed when she moved. Dusky skin glowed like burnished bronze, long onyx hair cascaded down her back in glossy waves, and the smile on that stunningly gorgeous face was wide, bright, and utterly unconcerned.

She hung there, batting long lashes at Jason, seemingly content to wait an eternity for his reply.

“Who–who are you?” He eventually managed, propping himself up on the edge of his bed.

“Oh… ma… gawd, I’m totes glad you asked!” The bedoine bombshell squealed, spinning in midair. Her backside turned out to be as richly furnished as her chest. A juicy bubble butt flashed across Jason’s vision. “Sooo~, my name’s Naru and I’ve been cooped up in that boring ol’ tin can for what feels like forever.”

She wriggled excitedly, almost popping out of her flimsy top. “Wheee! It’s, like, super duper awesome to be free again.”

“Holy shit.” Jason clutched his skull, massaging his temples. “This can’t be real. The pressure and stress from too much studying finally broke my brain. I’m hallucinating.”

No, Master–noooo~!” Naru objected, swooping in to hug him to her tremendous ta-tas.

Those felt real enough. Full and heavenly soft.

Everything about her seemed overly extra: her voice, her figure, her boundless, effervescent emotions. She pulled back just far enough to pout at him dramatically.

“Your Naru is totally here.” She insisted, hazel eyes shining. “Ready to make your deepest desires, like, actually real and stuff. Pleeeease don’t freak out! I wanna play—not go back in that stuffy, stupid lamp.”

The lamp.

Jason looked from it–lying sideways on the carpet–to the curvaceous caricature, giving him enormous, pleading puppy-dog eyes. Well, mostly at her eyes. His attention kept getting yanked back to her aggressively jiggling cleavage, which threatened to spill free as she bent forward in a way that felt… intentional.

“P-play? Wait, to be clear, you are a genie, correct?” He asked, plonking down on the bed. “Granting wishes and all that jazz?”

“Silly master, of course I am!” Naru giggled, drifting closer. “I’m, like, your magical, sexy-AF **** girl, here to make your wildest dreams come true.”

Jason leaned back as she edged into his personal space, feeling distinctly uneasy.

“**** girl? Isn’t that–”

“Romantic? Arousing? A totes uneven power dynamic? EEEEK!!” The bodacious belle squealed, right in his ear. “You’re kinda cute too. I can’t wait to get started!”

She dropped squarely into Jason’s lap, slinging an arm around his narrow shoulders, wriggling her plump booty to get comfortable.

He groaned as soft warmth smothered him. Her movements pressed and rubbed against him with zero subtlety, provoking entirely predictable physiological responses. His manhood stirred in his jeans like a snake seeking a heat source.

Admittedly, it was only a modestly sized metaphorical snake. Jason wasn’t large by any metric. Physically, he fell painfully short of average, landing smack-dab in the middle of mediocrity. Small, lanky, pale from too many hours spent indoors with textbooks. No one had ever described him as cute, and he had absolutely never dealt with an overzealous sexpot pawing at him.

His heart hammered as he tried to get a handle on the situation. Events were already moving too fast, careening out of control.

“Whoa—okay—pump the brakes for a second!” He protested, batting away her wandering hands. “We’ve literally just met, and you haven’t explained a damn thing yet. The wishes! How do the wishes work?”

“Oh, phooey.” Naru deflated like a punctured tire, slumping against him. “All you mortals care about are the wishes. Like, hello? What about my needs? I haven’t had any action in, like, a bazillion years. But noooo, everyone wants to know the stupid rules. Ugh, fine.”

She straightened abruptly, thrusting her abundant chest forward as if bracing herself for a formal presentation. Clearing her throat, she wagged a finger under Jason’s nose.

“Ahem. Rule one: You only get three wishes. No funny business—like finding loopholes or fucking me so dumb I lose count.” She paused, then grinned. “Though you’re totally welcome to try that last one anytime, master.”

She winked and snuggled deeper into his lap.

Jason took a slow breath, fighting valiantly for self-control.

“Rule two,” Naru continued, raising a second finger—then promptly sucking both digits between her plush lips with an obscene, sloppy slurp before popping them back out again. “Mmhmmm… Rule two says I can’t willfully misinterpret your wishes or twist your stated intent in any way.”

She leaned close, voice dropping to a husky purr.

“No matter how much I might want you to take me over a knee and spank my naughty bottom raw.”

Naru’s jasmine scent was all up in Jason’s business as she rocked against his rapidly growing bulge, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Rules were important—especially where magic was concerned. Any half-wit who’d cracked a fantasy novel knew that much.

That aside… a lot about Naru didn’t make sense.

“Wait. Stop. Hold your horses.” Jason shot to his feet, rudely dislodging the lusty genie.

She landed on the floor in a kneeling pose, which put her suddenly—and unavoidably—at eye level with the tent in his trousers. Because, of course, it did. Naru licked her lips like a hungry lioness, beaming pure mischief up at him as she made a grab for his belt buckle.

“I said, stop.” Jason snapped, forcing iron into his voice. “That’s an order—from your master.”

“Yes, master.”

Miracle of miracles, she obeyed, bowing her head in submission.

Sadly, not before shuddering visibly and letting out a soft, needy moan that sent a very clear memo south of his waistline.

Jason winced. Instantly. That tone wasn’t him—but he needed answers more than he needed whatever sensual depravity the mythological hottie was clearly **** to indulge in. And he needed them now, before she bulldozed him into something he might seriously regret later.

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