Extracurricular Visit

“Is that right?” I asked Emily, “And what would you be willing to do for that ‘A’?” I asked her as nonchalantly as I could. It wasn’t the first time a student had come onto me, but since she was unlocked as a heroine, I had become weirdly conscious of Emily’s beauty. She was more attractive than any of the other students that had made a move on me.

“Well,” she said, smugly, “I suppose I could fuck you so hard you beg me for more.” And she moved her hand to my thigh.

It was a weak pick-up line, but if I was being honest, she didn’t really need a strong one. I grabbed her hand before she could feel my dick. I’d be growing it for her later. I still wasn’t sure I want to permanently change it, but I’ll at least need it for her. I opened my mouth to speak, before Samira stopped me, “Wait, Shane! She wants to **** you! Don’t say anything!”

I realized Samira was right. If her character sheet was any indication, Emily was quite the little **** manufacturer. Samira shared a plan with me, “Listen, pull out your phone and play along.” I complied, and didn’t show Emily the screen. I saw Samira on her phone, too.

A few moments later, Emily’s phone buzzed, Samira nodded at me, “You should probably get that, Emily. Class will start soon.” Emily opened her phone to see an anonymous message with my apartment address on it and ‘8:30’. She looked up at me with a smirk, and I walked away. As I reached my desk, my 2nd class of the day began… but try as I might, the smug look of the Bitch Queen couldn’t get out of my head.

The rest of my school day was fairly mundane. Some more grayed-out faces began showing up in the grid on the Conqueror’s Companion. In other words, not enough data to be properly registered in the app, though I had a sneaking suspicion that Samira had some degree of control over that, which is why she was floating over Emily before the student was registered in the companion.

I returned home promptly at 4:15. Apparently Emily would be here later, and I needed to get four hours of sleep in order to refresh my wish. I went to the bathroom, quite unnerved by my wife’s decision to join me.

“So, what are you going to do now?” she asked. She was laying on the rim of my bathtub to my right. Trying to piss in a room with a gorgeous dark elf wasn’t exactly easy. “You read her profile. You’re not too bad yourself, but she’s expecting a mammoth to be fucking her later.”

“Well, that’s where _you _come in,” I replied as I flushed the toilet, “I’m going to take a nap and then you’re going to give me a galacticock to deal with her.”

I undressed and got into bed. Samira stood over me, still in her school outfit. She blurred for a moment and was then in a teal babydoll. She floated into bed and cuddled with me. God, I wish I could feel her right now. “Fair enough,” she answered “but what are you going to do about the apartment?”

“What about the apartment?” I asked her, rolling onto my side to sleep.

She scoffed and laid on her back, “This place is pretty shabby, Husband. It won’t really impress someone titled ‘The Bitch Queen’.”

She had a point. I was essentially in a 1 bedroom apartment with no furniture… “I’ll tell her I’m in the middle of moving out,” I decided.

“Ooh, that’s a good idea,” my wife purred. “But that means she’ll be expecting you in a new place soon enough.”

I was getting sleepy at an unusual rate. I was going to try to **** myself to sleep, but this would do… “I’ll just… wish for a new place to live before I see her next… good night Sammy…”

Samira the Immaculate one laughed at being called ‘Sammy’, but accepted it. A pet name from the person who literally owns her an acceptable. But Samira had a new mission. She opened Shane’s phone and was able to determine Emily’s address through her student file. A little google search served as directions for her phone and she flew across the city to the little sexpot’s house. Across the afternoon sky she soared, taking in the awesome cityscape that humanity had created. A city that would one day be ruled by her husband. It was a delicious concept.

Emily lived in a suburban home not too far from Shane’s old house, which she had found last time he slept through similar means. That might be useful to keep in mind.

Samira entered the home and found Emily on her bed, talking to someone on her phone, “He got caught cheating and then blew up at Whistler. It was soooo embarrassing, and no one even knew we were dating.”

‘What did you ever see in that guy, Em?’ replied the phone. Samira saw the name as ‘Audrey

Emily rolled onto her back, her chest flattening somewhat to gravity. They were big, but Shane’s taste was bigger. All the same, Samira had all the time in the world to make the world the way he wanted it, “I don’t know, but the sex was okay at least,” her long blond hair was sprawled out over the blue bedsheets, as if the afternoon was scorching a blue sky, “but I told him it was over, I’m not interested in expelled roid rage with no future.” Samira approved of her logic, “Besides, he got completely laid out by Whistler. Saw he was cheating from across the room and then shut him down without getting hit.”

‘I wish I had seen that. The idea of Marcus getting beaten up by Whistler is soooo funny.’

Emily snickered, “And here’s the best part. I’m going to Whistler’s place later.” Finally, this is what Samira was waiting for.

‘What? Why?’

“He’s thinks I’m gonna fuck him in exchange for an 'A',” spoke the Bitch Queen nonchalantly, checking her nails.

‘Whistler? But he seems so uptight! You gonna do it?’

“Maybe. I still have that pen. All I really need is for him to say something bad and then leave,” the blond described blackmailing Samira’s husband like it was part of her usual repertoire, “But it was kinda hot seeing him completely embarrass Marcus like that, ngl. I might do it if his dick’s big enough.”

Samira perked up at that. A pen? Something bad? It sounds like a recording devide; She’d have to warn Shane.

‘Well, I can’t imagine Whistler’s big enough for you, Em. Doesn’t have big dick energy. But if he is then have some fun and record it anyway.’

These girls were deliciously devilish. Genuine sluts. That’s fine. Sluts make excellent concubines. Samira would have to keep whoever ‘Audrey’ is in mind.

Samira floated around and watched Emily relax for hours; the Bitch Queen was quite boring. Browsing social media, doing a workout focused on squats, etc. She didn’t seem to have any hobbies. At least Samira’s hobby was Concubine Creation, this girl seems only to focus on her body. But nothing in her quest list seems to show anything like a grand quest.

Before Samira had realized it, almost four hours had passed, and Emily was packing her purse. Condoms, makeup, her phone, pepper spray, and… a pen. It was a fairly conspicuous fountain pen. Even if she didn’t already know about it, Samira would be interested in the pen.

Emily was clearly heading to Shane’s apartment, and it was almost time for him to wake up, so Samira set out ahead.

I awoke to the voice of my wife. What I was dreaming about… I don’t remember. “Shane, she’s on her way here,” said Samira from my bathroom. She appeared to be superficially applying makeup, “Shall we go ahead with your wish? You might want a little time to get used to a new dick before she shows up.”

God, this was weird, but I decided to roll with it, “Yeah, I formally wish that my penis was now fairly girthy and 9.34 inches long… while hard.” I was happy I threw in that last part. I was a grower. If my flaccid cock was almost 10 inches long my life would get very uncomfortable very quickly. And unlike my wish from this morning, I did feel this one.

I pulled down my boxers to see what was already morning wood expanding by a few… several inches. It felt great, frankly. Not only did I feel more masculine, but the actual sensation just felt like I was getting harder than I had ever been.

Samira flew over and put her face next to it, “Marvelous, husband,” she added with a seductive tone complementing her accent well, “I only wish it were me sampling it first.”

“I’d like that, too. But in due time, right?” She smirked and nodded, flying out of the building and back in.

“Her car is only a few blocks away, husband. Might I suggest you order some food delivery?” I put in an order for some Thai to be delivered on my phone and sat back down, “Now listen carefully, Husband. There’s something you should know…”

Samira informed me of how Emily's **** plan was going to work. Apparently Emily has a recording device on her aside from her phone. A tape recorder hidden inside a fountain pen was a bit noire, but clever. Good thing Samira was out on a scouting mission. I got dressed again. New dick feels weird in old pants.

And before long, a knock on the door.

Emily Wheeler was wearing a White tanktop (showing off her pretty nice rack, a pink hoodie, teal Nike shorts, and white sneakers. Her makeup was sublime and subtle. I couldn’t see a single pore, but I couldn’t rell where her skincare routine ended and her makeup began. I guess now that I had resolved myself to have sex with her I was properly appreciating her beauty.

“Hi,” she said dryly. I gave her a wave back and gestured inside. She entered and looked around, “What’s with all the boxes?” she asked.

I furled my brow and reached toward her, “Phone.” I said, and she frowned, but gave it to me, revealing that it was recording. I had a feeling she would use her phone as a decoy recording device, but keep her pen recording at the same time. I ended the phone recording and didn’t save the file. I decided to let her think I didn’t know about the pen for now, however. Samira had a plan for it, “The boxes are because I’m moving out soon. I came into a lot of money and decided to get out of this dump.”

That caught her ear, “What kind of money are we talking about?” It was hard to tell if she was gold digging or just preparing to add my money to the list of things she’s extorting me for.

“Sorry, that’s not in the cards for tonight,” I said, smirking to tease her, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get to the main event right away.” I took my smirk away. “Strip.”

A smirk flashed across her face, and then she did as asked. Off came her clothes one piece at a time until she was there in her bra and panties, both pink. I sat on my bed (which had a frame now, I put it down before I went to sleep earlier), and snapped my fingers, pointing to the floor in front of me, where a pillow was located.

“You know, Mr. Whistler, I think I like this confident side of you,” she said, kneeling on the pillow. She wormed her hands up my pant legs until she felt it, “W-woah, what?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at that. Big Dick pride is apparently a thing, “What’s the matter, Emily?” Her eyes snapped up to mine, then back to my legs.

“Get these off, I want to see it,” she replied, finally showing some real enthusiasm.

I stood up in front of her and took my pants and underwear off, revealing it to her. Playing up the size queen fetish she has, I let it… smack her in the face upon being freed. She froze for a moment, before a big dumb smile appeared on her face. Wait, she looks cute now! I’ve never seen her smile with her whole face before!

“Sit down, Whistler…