Make your clone go downstairs.

The voice answers your unspoken question. "Later you should be able to put a passcode on your spells, which makes it more difficult for other magic users to control them. For now though, your command line is Illusion(I changed it from its true command line)"

You order,"Illusion, behave like me for the day."

The illusion wisecracks, "Do I jack off in between classes then, sir?"

You blush and stutter, "No... Just do your purpose."

The illusion shrugs and saunters out of the door, copying a bit of your swagger. You smirk. Life's looking up for you... no more school or work for the rest of your life.

The voice chides, "You know physically, the illusion is much stronger than you.. after all it is just an illusion. Your being barely varsity crosscountry could have been changed to being number one in an instant."

You shrug, feeling a bit sick at the thought. It's like robots replacing human sports... it'd be cheating.

You focus on Chyoa, your eyes skimming over a story about a school girl being tied up. You imagine that it's {hot_female_student}. You've torn her clothes off, pressing her lithe smooth body against a locker. Everyone else has gone home for the day. It's just you and her. You're naked from the waist down, and her panties are by her feet.

She shakes her ass for you, giggling as she feels your hard on press against her pussy, hidden by her skirt. She squirms, trying to land on the tip of your cock. She begs, " Please, Fuck me." You grab her hair and maul her breast, enjoying her moans of ecstasy. Finally she manages to slide on your cock as you pull her hair in rhythm.

Three ropes of hot white cum shoot from your road, coating your hand, computer desk, and pants. Thinking quickly you scoop it up and hold out your prize. You ask, "What do I do now?"