Alex begins to scheme

Alex sat back in his chair, the glow of his monitor reflecting off his pale face, an arrogant grin curling his lips. His fingers tapped idly at the edge of his desk while his other hand absentmindedly pawed at his crotch. The power he had discovered was intoxicating, an unbelievable rush that had already given him a taste of what was possible. He still remembered the thrill of watching Emily Ratajkowski on TV, strutting across the stage in that ridiculous 'spaghetti bikini' he had **** her into. Seeing her up there, her tits barely covered by strands of cooked pasta, had been one of the hottest things he'd ever seen—because he made it happen. And it wasn't just her outfit. He had gone further, twisting her Wikipedia page to make her into a proper woman: anti-feminist, submissive, and all about men's rights. The fact that someone as famous as Emily Ratajkowski had become his plaything, molded by his whims, was enough to make his dick twitch just thinking about it.

But Alex knew he had to be careful—he couldn't risk erasing himself from existence or causing too many ripples that would turn the world upside down. He needed to be smart about this, to make changes that would elevate his life without drawing too much attention. He wasn't looking to become some global overlord; he just wanted to improve his life, to get what he deserved. That meant thinking things through, finding ways to use his power without getting in over his head.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers still drumming against the desk as he considered his next move. Emily had been a good start, a test of what he could do, but now it was time to take things further. The possibilities were endless, but he needed to pick the right targets, to be strategic. He couldn't afford to get reckless—not yet, anyway.

The first idea that crossed his mind was to just find the Wikipedia page for women and turn them all into hot, mindless bimbo sluts. The thought was intoxicating—imagine every woman in the world reduced to nothing but a sexy, submissive plaything, eager to please. But as much as it made his dick twitch, there were way too many problems with that idea. The ripple effects would be massive—entire industries could collapse, and the world would spiral into chaos. Not to mention, if everyone noticed that all women had suddenly turned into bimbos, it wouldn't take long for people to start looking for answers. He needed to stay under the radar, and this was far too big of a change.

Besides, he didn't want to share his power with those dumb jocks who made fun of him just because he was smarter than them. So what if they went to the gym and he didn't? They didn't deserve this power. No, if he turned every woman into a bimbo, those assholes would benefit too. And Alex had no intention of sharing the spoils. The world could be his, but only for him. He could do better than giving those meatheads a free pass to his fantasy. He wanted it all for himself.

Next, his thoughts moved toward taking control of the nation. What if he could just make himself the 47th president of the United States? Only for a moment, he imagined all the power and influence he'd wield before realizing that he didn't want the responsibility that came with being a world leader. Running a country, attending meetings, and being in the public eye? Too much work, too many eyes on him.

What if he made the president a puppet instead? That wasn't a bad idea—the power would be his without the hassle. But again, it would be public knowledge on Wikipedia. There was no telling what the consequences of that might be. Someone else could take advantage of his presidential puppet, or other world leaders might come to him directly. No, he needed to keep it secret, to not draw too much attention to himself.

"Start small, Alex. Start local," he muttered to himself, his fingers drumming against his desk. He needed to improve his immediate life without drawing too much attention. His hometown of Melbourne, Florida, wasn't exactly a bustling city, but that just meant any changes he made had to be even more subtle.

He glanced around his room at the many posters of half-naked anime girls which were plastered on his walls. Money was definitely a problem. Video games were just so expensive these days. Plus, his OnlyFans subscriptions were starting to add up. It was all Sleepy Joe's fault. How was anybody supposed to support themselves while he was singlehandedly ruining the economy?

What if he could change something about Florida's unemployment laws? Maybe make it so he could collect unemployment without needing to actively look for a job? That would be an easy way to get some cash flowing in, and it wouldn't be a big enough change to attract attention. He filed that idea away as a possibility.

But money wasn't the only thing on his mind. Alex knew he was a genius so it was only a matter of time before he got filthy rich. Getting money now was definitely nice, but he could do better. How could he improve his life immediately? Something closer to home.

His thoughts drifted to his mom and sister—those stuck-up females who always looked down on him, treating him like he was nothing. He was the smarter one so they had no business questioning his life decisions. They deserved to be put in their place. He'd love nothing more than to show them how powerful he had become, but unfortunately, they didn't have Wikipedia pages he could edit. He couldn't just change their personalities as easily as he had with Emily Ratajkowski. He needed something more.

Maybe he could make them lose their jobs, or **** them into some demeaning line of work. The idea made him grin for a moment, but then he shook his head. Too big, and too risky. If they lost their jobs, it would just make things harder for him. He'd have to listen to them whine and complain even more. He needed to think bigger, but also smarter.

Exasperated, he leaned back in his chair, still fiddling with his dick as his eyes scanned the room. His gaze landed on the clutter of takeout containers on the floor, the remnants of Chinese food from a couple of days ago. An idea struck him as he remembered the Asian lady at the tiny Chinese restaurant. Not Mrs. Ling, the old hag who ran the place and always yelled at him for hanging around too long—no, he was thinking about her daughter Olivia, the high school girl who worked the cash register. She was a sight to behold: petite, with smooth skin and long, silky black hair that cascaded down her back. Her almond-shaped eyes always seemed to dart around when he was there, almost like she was trying to keep an eye on him out of the corner of her version. He liked that—it made her seem cute and attentive, the kind of girl who paid attention to detail. Like an anime girl come to life. She would shift from foot to foot when he leaned over the counter, pretending to read the menu, while he let his eyes drift down to her chest. She wasn't exactly busty, but those tight shirts she wore hugged her small tits just right, and the outline of her bra was enough to get him hard.

One time, he'd been bold. He made a show of dropping his receipt just so he could bend down and get a better look up her skirt. She hadn't noticed, but she had stepped back, almost like she was trying to deny him a view. Still, he caught a glimpse of some panties—plain white, but the sight had been enough to make his heart race. Of course, the mood was ruined when Mrs. Ling came out to yell at him to leave, her voice shrill and full of irritation. But even that hadn't stopped him from thinking about Olivia later, imagining her young, nubile body and the way she blushed. He still liked to think about the high school teen from time to time, her petite figure and those innocent eyes. She was such a tease, acting like nothing had happened, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Yeah, yeah. He wanted more of that.

"What if I could bring more of those sexy Asian chinks into my life?"

He couldn't just change the population demographics of his entire state—that would be too noticeable, and who knew what he'd end up with? There'd be way too many random, ugly girls, and he had no interest in that. No, he needed something more focused. Something that would give him an advantage.

Maybe he could try to target some rich, spoiled Asian girls—girls who weren't smart enough to succeed back home and got shipped off to the U.S. by their parents. Rich made them hot, after all. Even the ones who weren't naturally attractive could afford to get plastic surgery until they looked just right. Yeah, that could work. Dumb, rich, spoiled, and sexy—just the way he liked them. But how could he achieve that?

His thoughts wandered to the Florida Institute of Technology, the local college in Melbourne where his sister went. A grin spread across his face as an idea clicked into place. "What if I made it a school for fashion? I could change the rankings so it mediocre by U.S. standards but highly ranked for international students. It would be exactly the kind of school that rich girls from overseas would flock to."

He imagined halls filled with sexy, petite Korean and Japanese girls—girls who couldn't cut it back home, sent by their rich parents to get a degree they couldn't earn otherwise. Rich made them hot; even if they weren't naturally attractive, they could afford all the plastic surgery to look just right. Dumb, spoiled, and sexy—the perfect combination. The kind of girls who'd be easy to manipulate, eager to impress, and clueless enough to believe anything he told them. Stuck in this small, boring town with nowhere else to go. He could definitely find a way to benefit from that.

Alex shifted his focus back to the issue of money. He had a way to make some short-term cash now, and it was time to act on it. The idea of fixing his mom and sister still gnawed at him, but for now, he would have to table it. They were a problem for later, once he had the resources and power to put them in their place properly. Money was the answer—money could buy him freedom, power, and, ultimately, control.

He leaned back and smirked to himself. With enough cash, he could buy a mansion, a private beach, and maybe even a hot personal assistant to cater to his every whim. Money solved a lot of problems, and it was time he got his hands on some of it.