Chaotic Wishes

The cool water of the shower was important. After a night of hot, Grade A (if you pardon the pun) sex with my student, the cool water of the shower washed over me, cleaning off sweat and various other body fluids. I thought about the previous two days and the ramifications they had for the rest of my life. I moved out, made contact with a sex genie who demanded I become some kind of harem king, and began that conquest of two of my students. The sexy, albeit not very interesting Emily Wheeler, and the excessively plain, albeit conflicted Taeyeon Kim… Oh right!

I smacked myself in the face. I had forgotten to get Taeyeon’s Acceptance Letter back from Emily!

“Fuck.” Well, the good news is that I’ve conquered Emily, so at least getting it back from her won’t be a big deal. Taeyeon’s dilemma, on the other hand, was an issue, and one I’d like to help her with. The Socratic discussion in class was useful. Ultimately the only result that anyone could come up with is that she needed to either come up with some way of convincing her family to let her attend NYU or get over it.

Despite being in the shower, I opened my phone and looked over the quests again. It was a water resistant model, anyway. So long as I didn’t hold it directly in the stream or drop it, I’d be fine.

1.) Home Is Where The Heart Is (CONQUEST; DECISION): Convince Taeyeon to stay in town.

• HINT: Some Quest Rewards may result simply by progressing the quest.
• REWARD: Heroine Conquered REWARD: New Skill for the Conqueror
• REWARD: Unsealing of Inferiority Complex
• REWARD: Failure of But The Stars Are Made Of Gold.

1'.) But The Stars Are Made Of Gold (CONQUEST; DECISION): Convince Taeyeon’s family to support her choice to attend NYU.

• HINT: They will initially be against it
• REWARD: Heroine Conquered
• REWARD: New Skill for the Conqueror
• REWARD: Failure of Home Is Where The Heart Is.

The quests seem to imply, in conjunction with her sealed Cuckqueanry skill, that the only route for me is to either mindbreak her and make her some kind of cuck that has resigned to being completely inferior to the rest of her family, or convince her family to attend NYU.

The hint, 'Some Quest Rewards may result simply by progressing the quest.' As well as the fairly pointed reward causing the other to fail leads me to believe that I can’t… do both. Meaning that mindbreaking her will convince her to stay in town, and contrapositively helping her get out of town will completely preclude me from mindbreaking her.

Those facts in themselves are a clue. Confidence. If I convince her family to let her spread her wings, she’ll build up confidence and be on a path to getting rid of her inferiority complex. Since it’s a Conquest, she’ll end up in love with me at the same time.

But if I absolutely smash her confidence, her inferiority complex will evolve to the point wherein she will actively fetishize her own misery, like her family having sex with me, the guy she has a crush on.

Note, both of these quests have advantages. On one hand, helping her family means that I might get into good graces with this model sister of hers. That sounds nice. On the other hand, it might be easier to conquer this sister or tame Taeyeon through the more sinister quest.

I reflected for a moment. I was honestly considering choosing my happiness over the potential of one of my students. But, on a fundamental level, I had already done the same to Emily. Taking a principled stance at this point would be meaningless. I would choose whatever route would be easiest. If nothing else, that will be best for Samira… if that’s even a good thing.

Speaking of Samira. I realized I hadn’t seen her in a while. She took off sometime during my session with Emily. She had been flying in and out of sight since I met her, so I wasn’t worried, but I had already gotten used to her presence. I wrapped up my shower, and dried off. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, so I’d tire myself out grading papers.

I awoke with a start, hunched over my desk. I say ‘desk’, but it was really a hard-top card table with a stadium seat in front of it that I was using until I worked up the effort to unpack my boxes; an act I was unsure I’d be doing before getting a new place with Samira’s help. I was deep in my student’s assignments, probably only a few left. I opened my phone to find that nearly six hours had passed. I guess even though I didn’t need much sleep to function optimally, I could oversleep. Good to know. School would be starting in a few hours; I should get up.

I cobbled some food together, and began brewing some tea when a certain djinn floated back into the apartment.

“Oh, good morning, husband! How did you sleep?” She practically sang. If she weren’t floating I’m confident I’d see a skip in her step.

I continued steeping my tea, “I slept well, Samira. What has you so chipper?”

She giggled, “It’s a secret,” she held a finger to her lips, “but let’s just say I’m very happy you’re already underway with the conquest.” She was hiding something, but her status hadn’t changed. Whatever she was doing, I assume it’s something I wouldn’t like but would ultimately advance the conquest.

I sat at my desk, and sipped my tea. I wasn’t tired by virtue of my magical efficiency, but I wasn’t going to give up tea because of that either, “Okay, Samira. I’m ready for my wish now.”

She floated over to the opposite side of my desk and sat in a phantom chair, “Ah, but husband, you have two wishes available,” What? “Open your phone, you’ll understand it better coming from there instead of me.”

I did as she asked and opened the Companion, noticing there was a notification on Samira’s profile. I opened it to see

ACTIVE QUESTS:

• Queenie (GRAND QUEST) (CONTINUOUS): Assist the growth of the Conqueror’s harem and conquest, primarily through, but not limited to granting wishes.
• Reward (Gradual): Ranking up of Alf Layla Wa Layla.

POWERS:

• Alf Layla Wa Layla (RANK UP): Alf Layla Wa Layla can now produce a second banked wish. Cooldown: 12 hours of sleep.

FETISHES:

• End of the Road (SEALED): One seal has come undone. There are more.

My blood ran cold. End of the Road was progressing. It scared me.

“What’s wrong, husband?” Samira asked, “I thought you’d be happy to see extra wishes per week..” she pouted. Right, I recalled that she couldn’t see End of the Road.

“Sorry, Samira, I am…” I came up with an excuse. I recalled she could somewhat read my mind but she has had no indication she knows about this, so maybe there’s a limit to her mind reading or she is incapable of knowing End of the Road, “This is all just getting very real, that’s all.”

“Well, let’s try to brighten your day, hmm?” She conjured a notepad, “Brainstorms for wishes?” Probably a good idea. I had a good idea of what I wanted one of them to be, but no clue on the second one, yet.

“I’ve got one for you, Samira,” She perked up, “_I formally wish for a tool that will allow me t_o tame heroines more easily.”

Professor Jack Conrad was finally ready to live. He labored for thirty years over this work. Everything he was was in the machine in front of him. It was too precious, he couldn’t risk anyone in existence discovering that a person had actually created this device. Everything, the design notes, instructions (he had worked on this thing for so long that he was worried he’d forget how to make it work if he didn’t write it down)

It looked like, and was roughly the size of a massage bed. A large, shallow platform, something between mattress and tub wherein a person is meant to lay faced down. Only there were arm and leg restraints, as well as a mouthpiece. Lights and recessed syringes lined the tub, responding to various input from the device’s computer. Beneath the bed was a simple steel shroud for all of the machine’s internals, as well as a set of crude wheels, designed to move the device if necessary. The Professor wouldn’t be living in his little suburban house forever thanks to this; that much was certain.

The computer was a little terminal at the ‘head’ of the tub, looking down over where the Professor would watch his machine do its work. It was running on a private server that was not backed up and not networked in order to protect its existence.

The Professor had confirmed it was finished now. His ex-wife was in his kitchen, wearing clothes the previous version of her would’ve hated, doing chores the previous version of her would’ve hated. She had left him because he was ‘abusive’ and ‘cared more for his work than her’. Well, look where that got her. Now she was the device’s first victim. All he had to do was tell her he was dying and wanted to discuss an inheritance and the bitch was back here. Then all he had to do was **** her onto the bed and boom. She was restrained and screaming into the Mind Control device, reprogrammed in a way more suitable to him. When she emerged, she was completely changed, and on-command started gulping on his cock like it was ambrosia. She didn’t need free will, she just needed his will. That was yesterday, an entire day spent taking his frustrations out on his mind-controlled ex-wife. Now his maid-slash-servant.

The professor gawked at the awesome beauty of his machine. He loved it more than anything else, his wife was right about that. The things he would do with it, the pleasure and dreams… it excited him so, that something so sublime would be his foreve-

And before his very eyes, the machine vanished into thin air, leaving only a purple puff of smoke which quickly dissipated. The professor didn’t quite understand. For several minutes the data stimulus didn’t compute in the Professor’s mind. The machine was there and then it simply wasn’t. Eventually he reached his hand to the space formerly occupied by his machine, a void on the floor untouched by dust for years, and felt nothing but air.

The professor went insane in real time, wailing like a child and writhed upon the ground. His one true love had been taken, his work had no replacement. His life…

A puff of purple smoke appeared in an open space of the apartment, and when it passed, what was laying there was some kind of BDSM machine. Well, not really. I only say that because it had arm and leg restraints.

It looked like a big massage bed, or something out of a cyberpunk surgery studio. A big steel bed with funky lights, restraints, and a computer at the end.

“This is the result of my wish?” I asked Samira. She shrugged, similarly confused. I pulled my chair up to the machine’s terminal, and turned it on. The UI showed various instructions and tutorials, owing to some ‘Professor Jack Conrad’. The UI seemed to refer to Professor Conrad by name, as if he were the only one who would ever be operating this machine.

After a bit of reading, it became clear what this device was. A kind of brainwashing machine. Functionally, it seemed like the machine was designed to accommodate a person restrained face-down in the bed while the machine reprogrammed their brain to be a willing servant to the Professor over the course of a few hours, hence the restraints. “That… is technically what I wished for,” I tentatively said to Samira, who was reading the same instructions over my shoulder, “Does this mean I can essentially skip conquests?”

Samira pondered for a moment, “Ultimately the purpose of the conquest quests are to instill you with power as well as conquer the heroines to give me power so that I may one day return to the world and instill us as King and Queen,” she said, matter-of-factly, “The Conquest quests are only one vector of doing so, the conquest can take place outside of them, theoretically.”

“I bet that some other quest rewards would be lost if I just used this machine on everyone, right?”

Samira nodded, “That would be the logical conclusion. This machine definitely works, otherwise the wish wouldn’t have brought it here,” She demonstrated its function by floating into the bed and lying down where a heroine would, “But it exists outside of your normal methods. This should only be for taming heroines after they’re conquered, or for emergencies like if a Conquest is untenable, and we can just skip it by forcing them directly into a mind-controlled Tamed state.”

I was in complete agreement, except, “Still, we should try to see it work before anything else. And right now it still thinks it’s reprogramming people to belong to Professor Jack Conrad, not me.”

Samira opened her phone and googled Jack Conrad. The professor was a triple PHD who teaches at MIT. “Divorced, reclusive, a hard-ass with grades… Ah, here we go,” She chuckled, “his ex-wife just moved back in with him today.’”

I saw what Samira was driving at, “That doesn’t mean he mind controlled her…” and then got an idea. I moved through the terminal’s interface and saw a history of use. It was definitely his ex-wife. Various commands telling him how amazing of a husband he was and that she was wrong to ever leave him. Samira gave me a knowing look, “Never mind, he totally enslaved this woman.” I admitted.

I went through the machine, my limited coding experience allowing me to (I believe) replace the machine’s desire to turn people into Professor Conrad’s slaves and instead mine. Still getting used to that, but I assume any reservations will be sucked out of my cock later.

I looked at my clock, there were still at least two hours before I had to head to the school. I had neither the time, the mental fortitude, nor anyone to test this device on at the moment. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to use it on Emily, at least not yet. Call me whipped, but I kind of like the little bitchy thing she has going on.

“Well, this will certainly speed things along, Husband,” Samira cut the silence, “Now then, your second wish?”

She had me at a loss. I was only thinking about the ‘Tamed’ status today. I looked at the machine in my apartment. The thing was pretty big for this space. And I did tell Emily I was moving…

“Okay, how about this:_ I wish for ownership of a_ home easily accessible to me wherein I will most likely never be disturbed while operating the Mind Control Device.” I think I litigated that well. Samira’s eyes flashed once more.

Alarms. Alarms and flashing lights. A Threat Level 1 containment breach had occurred in PCA Chinese Containment Station 17. If the alert was to be believed, one of the most important and potentially harmful objects in the PCA’s inventory had been removed from containment. Agent Amber rushed down to Basement 40, the deepest floor of the facility. There, various personnel were waiting in advanced ‘te jing’ SWAT uniforms, ready to enter the vault.

Annoyed, the agent made a signal to cut off the alarm noise, and the base responded. Such was her status in this base. “Report,” said the agent, trying desperately to hide the worry in her voice. The idea of an object this prioritized escaping containment is terrifying. The higher-ups would have her head for this.

The magitech team captain replied, “No breaches, Agent. Nothing spatial, nor magical. Let’s hope that it’s just a malfunction of the weight detector.” The agent nodded and input her clearance credentials to the vault.

It was either an equipment malfunction or one of the most secure anti-teleportation rooms in existence was subverted.

The door to the vault opened, various machine sounds ringing deep into the earth and magical runes turning from blue to their inert purple. The door opened, revealing the vault. It was a white room. White walls, White tiles upon the floor, White sensors lining every inch of every corner. In the middle lay a white table and upon it a weathered brown box. The sensors could detect seismic, magical, gravitational, and spatial anomalies, as well as human presence. The techs went to work immediately checking them for faults. The table was actually a scale designed to make certain the exact weight of the box was unchanged.

There she stood for several minutes, resisting the urge to bite her nails as the techs went to work. She stared at that damn box, adorned with symbols and runes indicating its western origin. The Box was so magically sealed that it could not be opened even with the awesome might of the PCA. Time and time again their diagnostics came back, every sensor was working perfectly. The only one left to check is the table’s weight scale. If that sensor was working perfectly, we had a problem.

The tech came back, “Confirmed, scale working fine, but it’s the one that set off the alarm.”

“What happened?” asked the agent. She had a feeling she already knew the answer.

The tech adjusted his glasses, “The scale detected that 10.3 grams of weight had been removed from the table.”

The agent cut through the fat, “The estimated weight of thekey is 10.3 grams, correct?” The tech nodded his head mournfully, they both knew what it meant.

The Key was gone. Stolen from within what was believed to be one of the most secure locations in existence.

A small puff of smoke appeared in my hand. It revealed… a brass key. It was a classic style, capable of accommodating an enormous keyring like an old groundskeeper would have, a long, thin shaft, and a multi-toothed tip.

I rubbed my eyes, “I guess I wished for the ownership, not an understanding of how it worked.” I looked at Samira, who was mesmerized by the key. I asked her, “Does it mean anything to you?”

She nodded her head, “Well I can tell you this object is magical,” she said plainly, “I have a certain sensitivity to these things.”

“Magical, huh? Like a skeleton key?” The myth of the Skeleton Key, an object capable of opening any door.

She shook her head, “Maybe, but I don’t see how that would fulfill your wish, do you?”

She had a point. If it were able to open any door (an impressive wish on its own), it would be one thing. But my wish specifically granted me ‘ownership’ of a home, “It must be part of the magic,” I said, slowly coming to the conclusion, “Whoever holds the key must be the owner on a conceptual level.”

Samira pondered that for a moment, and then nodded in agreement, “You’re probably right. But that still doesn’t tell us where the key goes.”

I pondered the idea again and ultimately went back to the wish. 'Easily accessible’... “I wonder if it’s as simple as this?”.

I walked outside my apartment, and locked the door with my normal apartment key. One of my neighbors was entering her home at the same time as I was exiting, and I gave a noncommittal greeting. When she vanished into her apartment, I inserted the strange brass key into my home’s front door, and it unlocked…

But when I opened the door, I did not look upon my apartment…