Rest. Sleep is what I want.

You decided to get some rest. You don’t bother to change and just get under the covers. At the very least, you can enjoy this place while you can. You thought about your responsibilities waiting at home. Well, it can wait right? Besides that girl…

You woke up later, feeling refreshed with the room dark. Standing up, you heard a knock on the door. Nice timing. You threw on a robe and threw off your shirt and pants.

You went over and opened the door to the silver haired girl. She had an enjoyable appearance that calmed you down, and you took a risk trying to capture those deep blue eyes as best you could.

“Um, hi. Please stop staring at me like that, it’s uncomfortable. Do you have the coin?”

She looked a bit hurt as she shifted those eyes. Realizing you probably just hurt your chances you stepped back.

“Coin? I never got a coin. I’m sorry. Your eyes are a nice color. You look good in those clothes.”

“Did the bookman tell you anything?”

She clearly didn’t want compliments. You rubbed your head, still a bit drowsy.

“He said you were dangerous. This place is weird, you come here often?”

“Do you even know where you are?”, she said. Her voice stated it as a real question.

“Some cult.”

She sighed.

“You know, how about you just leave?”

“But we just met, I wanted to-”

“Not interested,” she said.

Turned down?

“You were the one who came here to my room, at least tell me what’s going on with that?”

She was already walking away. Whatever you were doing ticked her off. Then she stopped.

She came back, a serious look on her face.

“It’s not a cult. Leave here or you’re going to get mixed up with someone dangerous.”

“Like you?”, you attempt.

“Everyone here has... mind control abilities. Anyone can learn them, but it’s difficult to master.”

“Sounds like a cult to me. How about you try some mind control on me? Just to prove it.”

She sighed again, as you focused on her boobs. Nice mounds. She caught you, and gave you a look. She put out her hand.

“Grab it.”

You grab her boob. She shoots back, blushing. Her face quickly gets angry and she storms off.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

You got boob. You try to preserve the memory. Were you always like this? For some reason, acting like that felt a bit freeing, but a bit wrong. Whatever. You head downstairs rocking your robe and open chest while you boxers are hanging out.

“Butler! Slippers!”

You call out to him.

“Get your own,” he growls. He’s minding the bar, no one is around.

“Some butler you are…”

You pull up onto a seat and watch him work with your hand bracing against your face.

“Can I get a beer?”, you ask languidly.

A beer was served with a sneer.

“My names ----, what’s yours?”, you say.

“Didn’t the bookman tell you the rules?”

“Yeah, but that’s obviously a lie.”

“I wish it was a lie.”

For the first time after looking at his face you realized that there might be something bad going on here.

“There’s not anything bad going on here, right?”, you ask.

The butler bursts out laughing and slaps you on the shoulder from across the bar. He gives you a big smile.

“Read or die, kiddo.”

He then mysteriously points to the wall. You follow his gaze and gesture to find the wall of books.

“I don’t know... reading isn’t sex…” you complain as you move back to look him in the face.

He made a pained face. He appeared lost for a second as his eyes glazed over then returned with a light and a grin to match.

“Are you gay?”

“What?”, you said surprised. Not that you were interested.

“People here… they can make you gay. Literally.”

For the first time he had your rapt attention.

“What do they do?”

Was it a gay machine? Mind control? Constant teasing? You needed to know.

“It's a technique. You can order people with your mind. Everyone here knows it. If you don’t want to get turned gay, you need to learn it. To defend your identity, and sexual preference.”

That begged the question then. The girl said ‘mind control’, not that you were focusing much on her words.

“So I can have sex, with whoever I want…” you giggle.

“It’s not that simple. At this rate, anyone who wants to have sex with you will be able to, and this place is full of people that are interested. You don’t want anything to happen to you, believe me.”

He gave you a serious look.

“If I don’t read those books, I’ll get turned gay, but if I do, I can control people?”

“Yes. Go read,” he said, shooing you away.

You raced off with joy to the books.

After reading for a while you were laying down in a pile books you had spread over yourself like a blanket. It was amusing. Although it was hard to focus, the threat of losing control over who you had sex with was urging you on. A few times, you thought about just giving up and leaving, but the books were starting to pull you in. It was more fun than you thought. This was real. All this time you were playing along, but there’s just no way anyone would go through the trouble to make all these detailed books.

The best you could gather was that if you thought really hard about something, it would be hard for people to take control of you. However, that went for them too.

“If someone doesn’t know about it then…”

You went upstairs carrying some books and making notes with pen and paper borrowed from the butler. From your dutiful study, you had ascertained that everyone in this world was indeed nuts. Basically, everyone who ever messed with this stuff went crazy and did vile or indulgent things, and if they didn’t those were the passages you skipped over. Those were also the books you skipped over. That girl, she was clearly out of your league in terms of skill. You thought about it. A little boob grab was enough to distract her. That was a weak point.

Wait, you can’t just go and do that though. That’s wrong. You laughed. For some reason, right and wrong didn’t seem to matter much to you anymore. Were you always like that?

You practiced what you could and planned. Looking at a clock, it was the early morning hours by the time you felt confident to go after her. Your heart pounding with excitement, you decided that you wanted to bet everything right now. No matter how experienced she is, a little deception seemed like it would be enough.

Ordering, or overwhelming, was when you took the flow of your thoughts and transferred them through the five senses to the person’s mind. Just ordering them with your mind wasn’t good enough most of the time, it required a great deal of finesse and technique you failed to learn. Which was why you went for the one thing you wanted right away in the books.

You delicately and politely asked in your robe where her quarters were, and the butler grimaced.

“You... oh well. Who cares at this point. I’ve already lost so much, what’s yet another thing? Go, here’s the master key. If you get turned gay, it’s on you,” he drank heavily after handing you the key.

You felt like he had an interesting and difficult backstory that unfortunately had nothing to do with your illicit sexual endeavor you were undertaking.

“Thanks, buddy.”

You patted him on the back from behind the bar and headed off to face down the sliver haired girl.

If it was a matter of competency, there was only one you were interested in. Fun. All you had to do, was transmit that fun somehow. If someone else could feel the joy in your heart, what would they do? You didn’t mind. Sharing the joy, that was what was important. Thinking of the strongest way to do that, it had to be the taste sense. From the books you read, taste was the hardest one to master due to the initial response being strong and diminishing returns after being used again and again. If you ate something the first time, you would notice, but if you ate something without thinking about it or concentrating the effect might not transfer well. You’d entirely miss most of the taste of the chocolate cake you were eating

Since it was it’s own system in the body and also related to smell, it would have the strongest and longest lasting effect if done correctly. From the books, it was extremely potent due to how taste memory worked in the mind. There was only one thing you wanted to use.

As for how to defend against taste, several diversion techniques were enormously effective. That was the other problem with using taste to transfer your will. You had a simple plan for that.

After all, you had discovered her weakness so easily, how could you let her go now?

You opened up the door with the master key and crept into the room. She was sleeping soundly, so you went over and went to work over her face. She woke up as you came into her mouth and swallowed by reflex.

“Wha!-uhhhhh…”, she was startled and then went into a daze as you saw her tongue lick against the top of her mouth. You replayed those big eyes suddenly turning lazy as she started licking inside her mouth.

“Hehe,” she giggled.

You moved in closer and got onto the bed with your knees as she began smelling you down there. She made small moans as she licked. You weren’t hard anymore, but you felt a sudden sense of loss as she kept licking. You regretted doing this, she was such a nice girl. You observed from above her head as you enjoyed her licking you. The guilt and shame stacking up in your mind realizing that you just came in her mouth when she was sleeping and deeply influencing her made your heart beat faster as your cheeks lit up. You didn’t want to pull away. No matter what.

“More,” she said. Her voice was like a light tinkle as she kept licking you. You put your hand on her head, feeling a sense of companionship as you fingered her hair enjoying the sensation. You pressed against her head, testing the weight, enjoying the feeling that you could move her in deeper if you wanted to.

You positioned yourself laying back on the bed and she followed your crotch licking. You looked down at her slackened face, her blue eyes shining a little in the darkness framed against her silver hair. Too unreal, you thought giggling.

“Is she mine now? That’s a nice smile on your face. I can’t be that bad of a person if I’m sharing joy…”, you said out loud to her and yourself.

You didn’t believe that. You were a bad person. Fun was nice and all, but as soon as you came…

Wait, you only felt shame right after you came. Thinking back, you were almost in a constant high state until you came. Now you felt like a veil was lifted, and you were thinking normally again.

Would that last until your dick recovered? You suddenly realized your predicament. Each time you came, you would be reminded of the other darker feelings you had. Regret, shame, guilt, loneliness all came with the act you just did, but only after you came.

Something had probably happened to you. You didn’t know what, but likely the only times you would have to reflect like this would be after you cum.

“I just need to cum to keep on thinking normally… I don’t have much time left for this one.”

The refractory period. Fifteen minutes normally, when you come, a certain chemical was released in you mind that stopped pleasure. It was the source of fun killing.

You got hard without noticing, she didn’t stop licking down there.

“...Should I do it again?”

You weren’t sure if you could stop her anyways. Right now she seemed in a daze, but you didn’t know how effective it was. You wanted to be sure. The tingle of shame you felt at causing her to be like this, it would fade soon. However, if she sought **** there was no telling what she would do.

“I’ll do what I can to make sure she remembers this then.”

You put your hand on her head and **** her down but she dodged her head to the side and kept licking.

“Hey!”

You tried two handed but she was rather into it. It looked like she could sense exactly where your hands were without looking.

“You’re quite amazing…”, you marveled as you felt the fun-addle state come back full ****.

You gave up. You leaned back and enjoyed as she slowly licked you to orgasm, tasting your cum.

The shame and guilt seeped back into you as you regretted every life choice you had made until this moment and beyond. You realized you’d have to do this as many times as possible, with her licking you to orgasm and tasting your cum to make sure that she couldn’t deny that she liked it.

“She might just kill me anyways after this, I wish I planned this out better. I deserve it. No I don’t. That coin did something to me. Is this my fault?”

You were in that fun-addled state when you thought of this, completely unaware of what would happen after.

“Ugh...I’m not sure if I’m glad I found that coin or not. At least you’re here,” you said, patting her head.

You fell asleep soon after again. After a long night filled with sex dreams you woke up to her sleeping with her head resting on your crotch. You gently moved her aside and remembered last night. For some reason, your fun-addled state wasn’t back. You got up, and looked in the mirror, checking out the girl you had inadvertently used a mind control technique on. You were glad you were sober at least. You walked over, and took a look at her. She was quite beautiful, you didn’t have much time to admire her before but she was quite the catch. That she didn’t have much of a choice in this matter was bothering you.

“I’m a criminal…”

You covered your face. The worst part was knowing how bad you wanted it, and how much you enjoyed it. This wasn’t fun. You resolved yourself, looking at her. At the very least, you’d satisfy yourself. Everyone has desires like this, they just don’t act on them. Anyone would love a girl like this one. You shook your head. You’re not them. This is a barrier to having fun.

You’d have to fix this somehow, whatever happened to her.

“Why?”

You asked yourself out loud. You could just take her as yours. From what you remember of bookman’s rules and what the butler said, she was as much yours as someone could be.

You…