Starter Pack

As the young genie left Simon alone with Kevin, her mind drifted back to what led to what she was about to walk into.

It seemed like gymnastics at first to Jessica – a physical test. Then her Mother began.

She couldn't even think; it was so overwhelming; her thoughts were non-existent, her body coated in sweat, pool water, and grass stains. All her clothes had been discarded or ripped from her, and her body slumped in front of the elder genie on her knees. Not knelt in control, but crumpled like a bag of sand. Golden blonde locks splayed messily on the ground as her upper body remained collapsed forward.

Maridallura gripped her daughter's head roughly by the hair and then cupped her head as she looked sympathetically at her only child. Jessica's eyes were glazed over, her mouth drooling practically a waterfall as she continued to feel herself cum again and again as her poor body spasmed. She could barely register what had happened as it hit her so fast. She felt empty as her Mother's fingers and voice brought feeling to her ears and cheeks.

"Your physical form is in pristine condition; balance and dexterity near flawless, but as I feared, this would take longer for you being raised in a mortal life without guidance," the elder genie sighed as she stroked her daughter's cheek with a soft slender finger.

Compared to the temperature of her own body, that warm hand may as well have been the fresh relief of an ice cube. The young genie had lost all ability to speak, her ability to even form a thought lost to her as she spasmed again,

"Sisters are trained before and after maturation to manifest their magic at this threshold, Jessica. Feel it at their core and flow without being swept away. If you were in a battle, this would send you back to your binding to recover. Your magic is so powerful that it brings me awe, but you're so inexperienced that even the most powerful of wishes reduces you to our most based nature."

Jessica absorbed the words but could not think or find the words for a proper response. At the moment, she could barely register having a name. Her Mother wiped the drool from her lip as she pulled the young genie's limped body to its feet without removing the cradling hand from the back of her head, standing in a puddle of her own cum as her wet hair had to be parted from each side. Her mouth mumbling without a voice behind it, the one word locked in a loop.

"You feel only a single want, a single feeling in this state, Jessica. When placed through such training, your pleasure will drive you to it. A singular focus, a want, an act, a desire, another – right now, all you are is focused on it, and only it will unlock you from its trance. Now, my child, speak it to me."

Her Mother's palm glowed in a warm light before pressing against the weakened and dead vocal muscles in her throat, finally causing a hoarse whisper to emerge.

“Master…Master…Master….”

Maridallura's hand slowly removed itself, and Jessica felt her body collapse into a crumpled mess on the hard ground again as she continued to repeat the only word her shell let out,

“Master…Master….”

By the sixth utterance, she could feel her pussy leaking again onto the puddle beneath her. Mother, at that moment, was irrelevant to the genie. Everything else was irrelevant. As with all the moments since her birthday had passed, the teenage genie only felt one desire, one complete longing,

"Jessica…."

Her Mother's pained voice was followed up by the sound of the back door sliding open and the running of familiar footsteps to cradle her off the ground and off her feet,

"Jess. Jess, look at me!"

Master's voice. Her dazed eyes looked to see the panicking face of Master looking down at her. His eyes widened with shock, and his teeth clenched when he turned with some confusion and anger towards the indifferent and equally nude blonde across from her.

"What the fuck did you…."

He was all that mattered. He was owner; he was lover; he was everything,

"Master…."

Without intending it, Jessica felt her body push down and **** her Master to the ground on top of her as the genie laughed hoarsely in delight. Master was here; Master's emotions were flowing through her; his thoughts were inside her, echoing. Such a wonderful feeling, so happy, such joy!

Her back arched, and she let out a low, weak, long cry of a moan that turned into a pleasurable sigh. The genie's eyes closed like a sleeping toddler's as she felt her mind and feelings begin to concentrate again. Like a wave, it crashed through, releasing her mind from its shackles.

A few seconds later, her eyes rolled back open and focused on her surroundings. Quickly, the cheerleader scrambled out from underneath her boyfriend and attempted to cover herself but muffled another cry upon briefly grazing one nipple with one arm and the lightest pressure on her leaking snatch with the other.

"Ah!"

She was so sore. Everything was so sensitive that she felt as if her legs were just part of the puddle beneath her,

“W-Wha…I-I….”

Before she could speak, the body of her Mother bent forward and lowered herself to meet her eye level,

"Do you see what I meant now, Jessica? You aren't fully prepared for what it will take to manifest your own power if you continue to resist with these restricting mortal habits. If you are to overcome and endure these methods, you will need to let yourself flow to fully manifest. The Masters will not wait for you to recover on your own. For me to train you properly, you must awaken your affinity and senses to the magic and essence around you. I will instruct you on how to do this, but you must find ways to achieve them. Only through first accomplishing that will you be able to move to the next phase of your training that I shall leave for you, do you understand?"

The younger genie nodded,

"Y-Yes Mother."

"And you will do this even if I cannot return unnoticed?"

"Yes, Mother."

Jessica tugged at the hem of her boyfriend's hoodie that she wore as nearly a dress as her cheeks began to feel warm, her feet twisting into the carpet as she bit her lip nervously.

Mother was quite insistent on her training once it started. The elder genie had hugged her tightly to her ample bosom as she departed over the portal shroud once more. Anxiety quickly riddled Jessica as she felt she had exposed herself and everyone she loved to save her Mother. It only took Simon holding her to turn that anxiety into a deep focus. The genie would not fail. The blonde would become a powerful genie, protecting her Master, her family, friends, and everyone else she belonged to and cared about. Mother would come back and pick up where they left off - her arrogant and monstrous owner would be too sadistic to care about what happened once he banished her to the lamp.

Yet, that didn't give her much time to expand her training.

It wasn't as simple as just wishing for her to be capable of wielding her magic. Otherwise, Simon would've wished for it. And one failed attempt that Maridallura had warned against saw to that. So, No - even for a genie - there was no way to control her magic all by herself overnight. Jessica would have to follow instructions and do exactly as her Mother told her to know the basics outside of Simon's wishes.

The cheerleader angrily pouted and kicked her barefoot at the floor in a huff.

God, that fucking sucked.

Then again, it could've been worse. Instead of Simon as her Master, she could've had the perverted weasel that took control of the house she was currently standing in. The genie squirmed as she felt herself move from the safety of her Master's side to the exposed evidence of Kevin's deeds.

Jessica entering Kevin's living room with all his playthings wouldn't improve things. Especially since she knew every single one of them and vice versa. They too were people changed by her magic – evidence of the pervert's desires should he have claimed her. Unlike the genie's adventures with Simon and their own escapades, there was minimal attempt to show care for those under his wing. Master had always tried to show respect for both the genie and a teacher like Kimmy. Kevin didn't bother to clean things up or make it less awkward for her. The genie looked away from the four other females as her face felt the flush return again as their eyes locked on her.

Jessica was even more unsure of how best to go about this, with her modified Cheerleading Coach and Science Teacher looking surprised to see her. Coach Peralez was more difficult to face at first for Jessica as memories from earlier in the week reemerged. After all, there had been more trust between Head Cheerleader and Cheer Coach, and the Latina had enabled it all because of Kevin's control. She had further reduced herself in Kevin's grasp than even the pervert could understand. The Coach and Captain required a reasonable relationship to get where they wanted to be for the team's good, but there were so many unanswered questions. It hadn't helped that the woman standing before her student was fully nude.

Then, of course, the sight of Mrs. Cooper made the genie want to instinctively squeak. One of the modified cheer uniforms that Simon had snapped into existence for his genie was automatically the official uniform of the Eastlake Tigers Cheer Team. With over 30 years wiped away from her age, the biology teacher's 'biology' was eye-popping. However, Jessica found her mind flailing at the attempt to match the current Mrs. Cooper with the Former and Mistress Cooper.

The blonde gulped and raised her sleeve-covered hand in a hesitant wave,

"U-Um, Hi Mrs. Cooper, Coach…."

It was hard to keep a straight face, if any, given the way both of her teachers looked at her at or near eye level. The genie ducked her chin and shrunk back as she looked at the way the transformed two-piece cheerleader uniform of her teammates barely fit over the chest of her science teacher with pom-poms and matching ribbons in her twin pigtails,

"U-Uh, Mrs. Cooper, why are you…um…."

Her throat quickly dried up as she gulped and began to feel the sweat build from the nerves, her shoulders slumped. Jessica hadn't even bothered to look at their faces to see the panic-stricken in their own eyes. A voice quickly hissed in a whisper at her,

"Jessica, what are you even doing here? Are you crazy?"

Her cheerleading coach's panicked, hushed voice caught the genie off guard. The blonde shifted as she found Peralez's eyes widened, and the Latina's naked breasts bounced nearly into her student's face. Her coach was in disbelief and outraged, eyes full of panic at being exposed by the student her 'Maestro' despised above all others. The cheerleader's emerald eyes darted away from her coach's bouncing breasts and aggressively anxious eyes, and quickly glanced at the calligraphy running down the side of her body.

'Eternal Property of Kevin Scott'

The genie's insides contorted as she felt her head explode. Simon never mentioned that part of the modifications were a fucking tattoo. However, it became clear that it was brand new based on the skin alone. If it had been magic, Natalia would've looked like she had it longer than a few days.

This meant her coach went to a tattoo parlor and had it done to herself since practice!

A small squeak became a jolted hiccup as Jessica reacted. Her eyes darted upward, and the coach and captain stared at each other in panic. The embarrassment alone would've doomed them both as the knot in Jessica's throat grew. The blonde wanted to tell her teacher to at least put a bra on, for goodness sake, but then again, the sight of her would've been more arousing if, during her gaze, the genie hadn't spotted the perverted bastard's cum stains.

"Coach, what's that smell?"

The feigned disgust at least allowed Jessica to back away a few steps as Peralez shrunk in terror.

Compared to the cum of her Master, it was as if being confronted with a simple turn-off. It also knocked Peralez back into a more aware state as the teacher covered herself humiliated. An arm wrapped tightly around her chest, and another covered her crotch as the terror on the Latina's face flushed her entire caramel-colored body. Her eyes widened as if in mortal danger at finally being confronted with how far she'd gone with one of her students. Jessica had seen every exposed part of her body. There was no hiding it.

The genie had to stop and think momentarily as both teachers and the two women of the Myers family remained in front of her.

She needed to figure out what to do.

Okay, what were all the changes that Kevin made to them again?

Master was better at keeping track of it than she was, but Jessica quickly remembered a few of them. She extended her fingers as her palms pressed together. The awkward Simon had done several knowledge dumps into her head regarding the amulet, the app, and the changes to each person. It took longer, but they finally stuck.

Jessica squinted her eyes shut as she groaned in the reminder that using her powers resulted in Mrs. Cooper's brain being rewired by a fuck-driven Kevin in their classroom. Worse than that was the realization the youngest member of the four stared directly at the genie with almost an identical face.

Jessica Edwards felt her shoulders slump as she glared at Jessica Myers, and the counterpart responded by raising an eyebrow with surprise at her appearance. The Blue-Eyed Jessica was just as exposed as she was. Still, whatever inferiority Simon instilled in her, the pale blonde hid it well with a familiar itch of disgust the genie had seen in a mirror before.

After all, the last time they saw one another, Jessica cowered behind Simon after Myers had humiliated her, revealed to Tiffany that she was submissive towards Simon, let her former best friend expose and destroy her, and led her around practice naked by a leash and collar.

Kevin's most creative punishment was to make a clone of the Queen Bitch he had perceived her as, down to the same reactions. Complete psychological warfare that included being bullied and insulted in a way Jessica knew she would've done. Maybe that was why Myers's response to the genie's entrance was to look like the biggest freak in the school walked into her living room.

"Jessica," a voice saying her name snapped the cheerleader's attention.

Mrs. Cooper was flustered yet authoritative. While she was still embarrassingly dressed up as a cheerleader, her glare and rising aggression were evident,

"You're a very naughty girl interrupting private lives outside of school. Answer Coach Peralez's first question, or I'll have to discipline you."

Eep.

Mistress Cooper was coming back!

Jessica's face flared as she stepped back and looked at all four women again. Why was she doing this? Simon's slightly amused voice entered her head again,

'Y'know the one about 'awakening your senses on those your power has touched,' thing?'

Only after that quick reminder did the genie realize why she had approached them in the first place.

They all had been touched by magic - her magic.

It may have been in the form of an imbued amulet, but it was still her power.

Mother made it clear that she needed to learn to sense it independently. Master sent her out of the room to make use of the opportunity. Mother also said she needed to unlock and focus more on her training, which meant going down the proverbial rabbit hole when it came to feeling what came naturally to a Djinn.

To become a great genie, Jessica Edwards would have to awaken the magical senses a genie was born with.

An innocent smile that carried the scheming aura around her formed as Jessica looked over the four women again. The mischief of a teenage genie and Simon's enabling blossomed the smile into a grin.

Messing with Kevin's 'Toys' to awaken them could be pretty fun.

"Okay, Mrs. Cooper. I'll tell you…."

Master always knew how to make her enjoy being a genie.

"You should really keep her in check with that mouth of hers. It's like she hasn't changed a damned bit."

Kevin looked at his friend off-handed as Simon didn't seem overly impressed by his opinion of what to do with his ****. Instead, the big oaf just shrugged,

"Jess is gonna be Jess, Kev. I wouldn't want her any different, anyway."

Of course, he could put up with her mouth when it was probably around his cock. The Queen Bitch was always good at that, from the rumors around school, but Simon didn't need to know he was thinking that. Kevin reminded himself of why his friend was here and quickly changed the subject,

"So, about this plan of yours…."

That same blank face and curious look appeared on his best friend's face, almost innocent, as if things hadn't gone completely mad or wound up with an all-powerful genie that was leading him down the path to ruin.

"How sure are you that being around these genies and their magic isn't messing with your head?"

Again, the familiar tilt of confusion as Simon's face went blank, confused by the question,

"What does that mean?"

Seriously? Kevin scoffed and shook his head as he pushed his hands against the counter, speaking in a more personal tone,

"Look, I know the whole spiel you have. Reading between the lines, examining the details, those thoughts where something comes out of the blue and makes no sense to people not inside your thick head, I get it. I don't pay attention when getting a gift horse in the mouth. With magic and power in my hands, I don't need to ask questions. I wouldn't notice if I have been or not. You? That's never been your thing, and I'm still getting used to Grand Strategist Harris outside of a video game screen. So, before we bargain over what I get from you and vice versa, have you ever stopped to realize what happens if this doesn't work? If you're wrong and this backfires?"

The former outcast and nerd sighed as he rubbed his forehead. Simon looked distant and off to the side in response,

"Maybe it actually is the magic, or having a body in fucking shape affecting how I think, but c'mon man. You have to see how crazy this is! It sounds like her Mom just put her here to hide away, even with idiots like us, and was fine to think she'd survive even among our unworthy asses. Why keep pushing it? Just to know the truth? Or is there something else?"

The once-awkward dork that had been his friend sighed and shut his eyes, a slight tension in his shoulders. Simon was uncomfortable and looked as if something had poorly passed in his intestines, but after a long exhale, the dork shook his head,

"I've thought about it. A lot. After seeing them for the first time, that wish I made in bed, I thought I fucked up everything. If I'd listened to you and used Jess's magic to remake the world? We probably would've summoned them here at some point without realizing it. I've been lucky just giving the amulet to you. Maybe that was too much, but at least it was of this realm. I'm worried about how long she would take to embrace the real her. At some point, the magic that changed the world too much would pierce the veil, and she'd be noticed."

Kevin felt his face drop at the sudden babble about veils and cryptically being noticed, "Uh, what the fuck does that mean? Veils and summoning them? Get out of your head and talk."

Simon rubbed his face, the lack of sleep clearly showing off the past few hours as he had been hyperfocused on previous events. He rubbed his jaw with a hand before removing it from his face, looking like he was trying to translate into English.

This wasn't the first time Kevin had seen his friend try to process information in a way others would understand, so the pauses or change in topic,

"So…part of it is related to how things are supposed to work, but her Mom…Genies don't think or act like us. They don't act, feel, or think the same. They're good at hiding it, but they don't. Jess is an exception to the rule - for the most part - until we got back together, she was able to mask herself pretty well. Adjusting to embracing herself as Jess and as a Djinn, instead of going back to…."

"The Queen Bitch Cheerleader of High School?"

Kevin smirked as he managed to gain some amusement from Simon's slumped shoulders. Whatever he thought of his genie, there was no escaping what she turned herself into and tormented them as. Jessica Edwards was a menace. There was no escape for the **** for what she was, how she acted, or what she had done to people in the past. Maybe his friend could move on, but Kevin wouldn't let the **** forget her place.

Simon knew better than to try and act like the outcast would forgive her for what she had done. In Kevin's mind, it was the genie **** that had made them what they were, made them suffer and become monsters.

He didn't have to try and be better than anyone else anymore. No one with power ever had to. Power set the rules.

Yet, the awkward dork in front of him sighed again, annoyed, and acted as if he still had to be better in some respect. Simon exhaled and picked up from where he left off,

"…instead of THAT, hasn't been as hard for her as everyone else. Jess is able to bounce back in ways I envy her for. She's amazing at it. The problem with being a genie that her Mom reminded her of is her own immortality, which makes them different. Being immortal versus mortal does something."

Kevin raised his brow and found himself nodding in agreement with his friend as he elaborated further,

"The way genies view time, the way they view attachments, emotions, their own existence, how they're raised and view themselves, is so different than us."

Well, yeah, of course it would, Kevin scoffed.

He shrugged and looked at Simon,

"What? A race of bimbo slaves with magical power has rules for how much they can cum from their Master's wishes?"

Simon looked him dead in the eye and didn't say a word. The nerd scoffed briefly in disbelief. He'd only been half-joking about it after seeing how the **** acted after having to grant a wish, but that wasn't really - was it?

But Simon's demeanor didn't change. As a result, Kevin couldn't contain himself as he leaned forward with his jaw ready to drop,

"Holy shit-fuck, really? Like they really…."

The awkward dork didn't even let him finish,

"A Djinn is a servant of creation, creation means life, new life is created through sex, therefore a genie is a servant of sex."

Simon held up his finger as Kevin watched the young man's face turn a brighter shade of red than his auburn hair,

"All it took was Jess saying a joke like you did, and she said it. Her Mom said that to mine and Jessica's faces - almost verbatim - in my kitchen last night. As if it was one of the Ten Commandments."

Holy fuck. Was there an angel choir singing hallelujah behind him, or was that just the stove light? Kevin felt his mind go blank as the front of his pants grew tighter in excitement as he pictured the words coming from the angel mother genie herself.

Genies weren't just fucking real, and they weren't just fucking slaves. They were fucking religious-sex worshipping fanatics! They were fueled by it! A perfect race of females that were all-powerful servants and sex incarnate. There was a God!

Simon rolled his eyes at what must've been the reaction on his face and stopped to glare. The dork's demeanor rapidly became more serious. There is always more to the story. Kevin watched as Simon tried to stay composed and rapidly tapped his left-hand fingers against the counter to try and vent some of his excess energy.

He was frustrated,

"Look-just-there's a reason for this. There has to be. I'm starting to have a better idea of it, but yeah, of course, I'm fucking worried about what I'm doing! I just can't get absorbed thinking about that, or I'll fuck it up even more, so I acknowledge it and fight through it. It doesn't mean I'm ignoring it. After talking to Mari and what she showed us, I know what happens if I fail."

Kevin watched as his friend pressed his large elbows-digging them into the countertop as he held his hands out in front of him. The way his mind was processing his thoughts faster than his mind could get them to his mouth without a form of stutter.

"Th-they do so much fucked up shit to them from our point of view, Kev! The Masters, Ifrits-whatever the fuck they're calling themselves that control genies. Something happened that made them this way; even Jess's Mom didn't know the whole history. They don't keep records that she's aware of. They don't ever think about why things are the way they are - they're incapable of it - it's irrelevant to them. Genies like Jess' Mom have this sense of purpose - a nature of their place in the universe - that drives them. Their rules and bondage practically are a religion to them. They're so strict that breaking them is such sacrilege that it makes them almost unable to comprehend it. Hell. Her Mom didn't understand almost anything about why we do what we do."

The formerly scrawny young man tilted his neck and closed his eyes to picture how Simon spoke about it. A dark smirk and scoff crossed his face as he flashed back to the **** reactions by the once-prom queen-obsessed blonde in the other room that had been the bane of his existence,

"Well, that explains a lot…."

The **** never did have much of a brain. Just a pretty shell that catered to those popular and influential others around her. Knowing she'd be looked down on by her own kind brought its own sort of amusement.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Kev."

The nerd waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not, I'm not. Sounds like you have enough on your plate without my fucking input, but you seem to forget about how things ended earlier this week?"

The outcast-turned-rich boy frowned,

"I'm still a bit pissed about how you tricked me. If I'm being honest, I wanted to fucking punch you for changing my Spanish Class and assaulting me with them. Not to mention whatever other shit you pulled behind my back. Luckily, you have your girlfriend trained enough to put up with even my obstacle course. The fact it took fucking Stephenson without much of my input to get you to scare the piss out of everyone is memory enough."

Simon frowned at him,

"I told you at school, I didn't train or break Jess. She's always been stronger than you've given her credit for. If anything, I was the one who needed training. I made mistakes, and there are those who I need to ensure never do something like that again, so don't get me fucking started on Tiffany."

Kevin flinched as the name of the raven-haired cheerleader growled unsettlingly from his friend's mouth,

"I know you goaded her, Kev. You told Myers without thinking she'd use it to further Tiffany. If anything, I went fucking easy on you for that, but hopefully, you've learned from having Myers go behind your back to surprise you. Turning Brad into a girl? Okay. If you make a Clone of Jess meant to mess with her, don't be surprised that I'm pissed."

The nerd went silent, clenched his jaw, and remembered how Jessica Myers took what he had texted her and immediately went against his orders.

"Maybe I did too good of a job making her a bitch," he mumbled.

Kevin sighed and knew that pissing off the young man before him was not in his best interests. Especially when the loyalty that his genie showed would've brought the hammer down upon him.

"Aside from that, though. I didn't do anything extra to Stephenson. I couldn't use the fucking amulet on her when the game started. What she decided to do was all her. I always knew she was manipulative - she manipulated me into my share of tortures since Middle School, but you knew that. You were there. Learning she was doing it to her own friends? Manipulating those she cared about? I know I'm a Bastard, but even I'm not that terrible."

At this point, Kevin was okay with jumping on his familiar aggrieved party status as he pointed to the scratched amulet around his neck,

"This conversation isn't about her being manipulative, though. This is about you, Simon! Trying to teach me a lesson by showing me how overboard I'd go and then having it hold me hostage is not something I'm pleased about. My friend was going out of his way to trick me that way; feeding my ego while letting your **** be the bait is clever, but I'm still a little pissed off by it. You also threw a big wrench in my plans for this evening, so…."

At that moment, the dorkish teen across from him broke a smile and finally began to chuckle and shake his head. Kevin felt his annoyance grow at his friend's cryptic behavior, and his eyes narrowed at him. What was it this time that made it so funny?

"What now?"

"It's funny that you still want to make a **** harem out of the cheerleading squad. Even after everything I've told you? Especially after all the shit going on now? I mean, damn, Kev! At least you're committed, but you don't even give a rat's ass about those coming over, do you? C'mon!"

Kevin growled exasperated, "How was I to know that you would take your own pick from them, you dumbass? Lauren, Nina, Jane, Zara, Cassie, Tiffany, and your genie are off the board because of you!"

Simon's smile grew as he laughed and shook his head again and held up his fingers,

"Dude, you used to rant at me all the time about this and expected me to forget all of it? Weren't you the one telling me what I SHOULD be doing?"

The dork now extended and pressed down with each finger as he listed them,

"Tiffany is my problem now. Jane and Nina? I wasn't going to let them get away with what happened at practice, and I'm not going to let you fuck with Cassie or my girlfriend at the very least, c'mon!"

Kevin watched as the smile faded as Simon glared and pointed right at him,

"And you should've for damn sure known I won't let anyone hurt or touch my fucking sister without her permission. You only made Jess focus harder on beating you."

The perverted outcast leaned back and again with a loud and frustrated groan as he shook his head. Yet again, the reminder that Simon knew him well enough, as much as he knew him through their long and strange friendship, made him want to slam his head through a wall.

"You're really an evil bastard deep down, y'know that?"

An innocent smile appeared on his friend's face,

"I learned by watching and listening to my friends."

"Fuck you, too, Simon."

An annoyed growl escaped Kevin's lips as he shook his head again. If it weren't for the absolute power at his friend's command, he would punch him, but then the blonde **** would jump in. She'd do anything for him….

"So, the whole time I've tried to break your genie with being perverted, I only made her more powerful?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Now it was his turn to chuckle and get a laugh from the humor of it,

"I don't know, Simon. Maybe I'm more of a natural at being a Master than you are? If you have to be as 'unrestrained' and 'immoral' as I am to face an enemy that doesn't have any mortal sense of decency. If I could take the reins, I could even have her ready to fight in one of those battles for you."

Simon deadpanned, "Not happening."

Kevin snickered at how easy it was to get him to reject that idea. Of course, he wouldn't share his doll with anyone, but that didn't make it any less funny to make him flustered. If Simon was able to still get flustered.

"So, the two of you have done some fucked up shit by now, haven't you? I'm not the only one claiming teachers, remember? What's Miss Littlewood like? More than that, you said it yourself: no one closer to you or the genie than Sam. Even a thickheaded idiot like you knows how gorgeous and perfect that red-haired sibling of yours is. Have you finally broken that moral boundary? I would. Tell me, did you engage in a little Twincest?"

The dork's face reddened as he nearly lost control of his cup of coffee, eyes wide, "Wh-What? No!"

"Oh, so something else happened?"

The awkward teen became more flustered and disgusted by the line of questioning, as if he was being interrogated,

"I don't have to talk about it."

"I think you do if you want me to call Secretary Kimmy in here."

Simon shut his eyes and huffed through his nose as he growled,

"Kevin…Enough."

It was like being dumped with a cold bucket of ice water the way his friend suddenly switched. As if his face reminded the outcast that he still carried the metaphorical gun to his head when he wished for something aloud. Immediately, Kevin backed down,

"Okay, okay…Fuck."

The muscular nerd pulled out his phone and immediately texted the number of the Asian assistant to pull herself from her office.

"Done."

As they now waited, Kevin propped himself up on his arm and looked at his friend again as he still attempted to lose the flushed state of his cheeks,

"So, what do I earn with this? What do I get?"

Simon sighed and pulled out his own phone; his eyes glanced at the screen,

"You'll get some control of the amulet back to have your fun, but not the same as before. Its retcon power was too chaotic, so for you, it's limited to a person you've changed or only the people allowed at most. Not everyone around them like what happened before. I can't have it get too out of control."

Kevin held up his hand almost immediately and waved it like a disapproving parent, mocking and condescending in nature,

"Oh no. No, no, no, no… c'mon. You and I both know each other well enough. As much as I appreciate that, after what you just told me, there's more to what's happening now. You need to find help besides me, and I know you. You're hiding more than you've told me so far. So, this plan of yours to help keep Mama Genie's Master from destroying us, what is it?"

His friend stopped looking at his phone and placed it in his lap, taking a deep breath as he dropped the earlier fluster and nerves. The more calculated and cold persona Simon seemingly had, the one that could terrify the shit out of the perverted outcast, reemerged.

Just then, the Genie's Master pulled the object again from his neck and placed it on the table, his finger pointed to it,

"I'm going to build that."

Kevin rose an eyebrow and then looked at his friend again,

"And you need my shit, the Myers connections, to build yourself a necklace?"

Simon didn't even bother to register his response and instead continued to discuss,

"I need metal. A lot of metal, and not just the cheap kind. I need the periodic table and quality ores to build the things I've mapped out. The Myers family isn't as rich as Jessica's Dad, so money isn't the problem. Mr. Myers was politically connected, very connected. He had access to the logistics and buyers in the old factory district. He used his connections to build a power base and network from coast to coast. His assets had power. Now, those are at your disposal, and I need them to acquire and ship what I need here. Jess has more funds to help pay for it, and even if her family didn't, money won't be an issue, but I need access to that network of people and supply chains."

The nerd shook his head and crossed his arms,

"What the fuck, man? I don't know why you're going through with all this trouble asking for that shit. Can't you just wish for what you need? Wish for the materials? Wish for the transport? That saves so much more time and energy. Why the fuck are you having to actually fucking work for all of this?"

It was then Kevin watched as Simon leaned on his arms and pointed to the shard,

"You remember me dragging you to a shop class to talk to the forge club?"

"I remember it was boring, and you found out it was just made of old cast iron."

The dorkish and more informed teenager nodded and pressed his finger against the counter,

"I spent a day experimenting with Jess' magic and how it reacted to metal. Anything I made with magic was good as the original, but not as good as the original, or something made for purpose that was imbued with it."

Simon smirked and leaned forward as he shared his secret,

"We've found stronger metals in the last 300 years that puts this crap out of date. The more you craft the design with your intentions, the better you make something - the more the magic amplifies it. Something you wished for to do the same thing? It doesn't even come close."

Kevin grinned off to the side of his mouth. Now, he was impressed with what his normally thickheaded friend had found out for himself.

"Huh. This really is like that damned rant you keep parroting from your Dad. So, you wanna build some serious shit to make us magic-proof? Not bad."

He then held up his hand and then pointed to his amulet,

"Uh, a slight flaw in that. This thing wasn't exactly made for purpose. It uses magic to change people. So what the fuck is stopping them from having something like this draw them here?"

Simon placed his phone away in his pocket and readjusted himself,

"Like I said, I needed it to be limited enough. As powerful as that thing was, it doesn't work without being connected to one high school's current student and staff body. The veil I keep talking about is the thing that keeps a genie hidden behind their realm. You can get away with a lot, but only if you don't go overboard or change things too drastically. Jess's Mom explained how it worked; apparently, ours is special for reasons I'm still trying to work out. Too much change - especially fast - will stress the veil, but since the amulet was made in this reality, there might be a masking effect as well. It isn't designed to work outside this realm or anyone not connected to someone in this town. At least for all I know, that is."

"Interesting…."

Kevin's dark eyes looked up again,

"So what're you planning on building besides that necklace, seal…thing?"

"That's a risk that I'm not prepared to tell you."

A risk?

"You come here wanting all this shit, and you're telling me you can't say what the plan is without risk? C'mon, dude. The fuck?"

"I'm serious. The fact is now I'm operating and planning for shit coming from outside our realm, even with the veil protecting us. I don't know what is going on outside. I couldn't tell Jess's Mom because her Master controls her. Not even Jess fully knows what I'm planning. In all honesty, Kev? Right now, you know more in some instances than she does. Hell. You already know I will need more help from people other than you."

Simon then did something that Kevin knew he rarely did; it wasn't natural for him, and he only did it in very few circumstances. When he looked him dead in the eyes, his friend remained serious,

"I could've just taken it all from you if I wanted to, Kev. By now, you know I can do a lot to you, for a whole lot of reasons, but I asked because you're my friend. Even after all this shit, you're my friend. I need you to trust me on this."

Trust. He was asking for trust? From him? Fuck, Simon, Kevin thought to himself again.

At any other point, the young man would've told his friend to fuck off for what he did. For the manipulation of his nature, the albatross around his neck, to choose the **** and genie over a fellow human like his own friend? Simon listened to him, and now that he was finally speaking out for himself and growing a goddamned spine after all the rants he gave him? After all the bullshit, Kevin would've gone to the ends of the earth for **** if it was anyone else.

"Fuck, I hate you sometimes."

But it wasn't.

Even after it all, Simon Harris was still fucking loyal in his own way, and he had every right not to be. There were far less severe headaches that could be had by leaving him the fuck alone.

But given what could happen without a safety net, the drama of the life he built for himself, and the seemingly endless consequences on the horizon that were starting to emerge from the past week – it was still good to have at least one all-powerful friend.

"Fine. Fine! Fuck, guess I'm getting a front-row seat to the end of the world, but I better get one hell of a payoff if this stupid shit does work. I'm talking wishes and maybe my own fucking genie!"

Kevin paused as he stopped and thought to himself. Jessica Edwards, Prom Queen Bitch of the Universe, **** and Genie of Simon Harris, was still out in his living room. He had been denied **** countless times because of the lumbering dork in front of him. She never had the decency to treat him like a human being. Fuck they fought so much that Simon had the power to shut them up. That little bitch had always thought she was too good for him.

Thankfully, that was when the next phase arrived right on time.

"You wished to see me, Mr. Scott?"

There she was. Kevin's repetitive thoughts and endless petty emotional loops were broken as the stylish, sexy secretary K-Pop Kimmy pulled the glasses from her face and clacked into the kitchen on her heels. She may have been shorter, but the professional Korean babe towered with her ability and competence.

A dark grin formed as Kevin remembered that it was because of Simon that this woman even existed in the first place. The utter amusement he obtained by watching his dork of a friend react to the former Mr. Myers was too good to pass up.

Hell, Simon was already wide-eyed.

"Kimmy, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine."

Kevin held out his arm and motioned for the petite woman to walk forward and offer her hand to the perplexed Simon,

"This is Mr. Harris; he has a job for you to work on - a project that has top importance to the future of our endeavors. I want you to do everything he says - exactly as he says. He is to have access to all of our resources from the Myers Accounts and Estates. We also need you to contact the appropriate people to move it forward. You'll need to procure several materials and properties. Simon's project is vital for our continued existence."

He wagged his eyebrows as the awkward lunkhead darted his eyes at the last trolling remark. A quick nod and professional smile from Kimmy flashed as she nodded,

"Of course, sir. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Harris. I look forward to working with you."

Simon slowly shook the woman's hand as he still tried to process how the former Mr. Myers had been anyone else,

"Uh, thanks. Likewise."

"Given you are a friend of Mr. Scott's, Mr. Harris, will you be staying for tonight's festivities as well?"

Kevin shot a glare at the woman as he let out an unsettled laugh,

"That's a bit forward of you, isn't it, Kim?"

The woman hastily responded, "My apologies, Mr. Scott. I had assumed that I believed they would need a room because the young woman Mr. Harris had come with was currently engaged with Natalia, Dee Dee, Mrs. Cooper, and Jessica."

Both teenage males looked at one another as the realization hit them, with Kevin being further unsettled as Kimmy pointed to the object around his neck,

"Sir, are you aware your amulet is - how should I put this - glowing?"

Simon immediately sprang out of his chair and rushed from the kitchen as he laughed nervously again. Kevin growled and stormed out behind him as he realized as soon as he had.

What was that hopeless **** up to now?