Touched From Afar

It was obvious that Jessica wasn't going to budge on this... and while he couldn't have been doing well as 'boyfriend material' when he was caught holstered in another woman's mouth, she seemed able to get past that. He just had to hope he could keep her happy after the fact and for the next few days...

... even if that meant she was out of sight, doing her own thing, in different classes... far away from him... out of reach at times...

Reach. His D&D group days as a cleric or paladin had served him well: touch attacks were fine and dandy, but ranged spells and attacks...! Ernest flashed a grin that worried Jessica.

"I've got the perfect exchange wish," he boldly declared.

"Please pass it by me first!"

"I w.... well. I'm going to wish away magical pheromones." Jessica's shoulders visibly relaxed... but he continued, "But I'm also going to wish for my touch ability to not even need me to actually touch the target!"

"Target?"

"I-I mean, the person who's going to... you know... feel good."

Her dubious look aside, Jessica didn't have any better ideas he'd likely take, so she sighed and asked, "What for?"

"To... well, to make people feel good from afar." Ernest made eyebrows at his would-be girlfriend, to which she grimaced.

"Limitless range?" Crow suddenly asked, "Would you... do that to someone if they asked?"

Ernest looked back, half-expecting a shy, embarrassed Crow... only she stared at him with intense focus that made him wilt instead, "S-Sure."

"Even if they don't ask, I bet," Jessica muttered.

"Well, aside from us, no one will even know to ask since any feelings I make won't seem out-of-place... in fact, if my earlier wish worked, then no one will even judge the people for being aroused or make the victim self-conscious!" He instantly regretted the word 'victim', but this was his best bet, "Watch, I'll show you."

"Master-!"

"I wish that my pheromones were normal."

Jessica flinched and went for the paper towels again.

"I also wish that my pleasure... eh, 'touch power' could be used on anyone I thought of, from anywhere, at any time, and at whatever strength I wanted!"

Jessica tore the next paper towel in half as she tried to pull it in anticipation of the continuing, pleasurable torment of her crotch. The magic of the ring continued to have no visible indication of success or failure... but he was determined to try it out. Ernest pulled his phone out and began tapping away.

"What're..." Jessica's words were so seductively moaned that she clasped her soiled hand over her mouth. She continued to dry off her thighs as she tried to focus on regulating her voice before asking again, "What're... you d... doing?"

"Looking for... there we go!" Ernest put his phone down and waved to both girls to come near. Curious, both did so... and standing to either side of him, joined in watching a Twitch stream. The scene was clearly a produced show, with a trendy set of angular geometries lit in white and purple. A white couch dominated the set where three women in their twenties -- one black and copper-haired, one white and blue-haired, and the third some Semitic-Asian mix of beautiful features that could almost embarrass the other two -- talking on a couch. Behind them was a screen featuring a fighting game match no one but Ernest recognized... but that was far from the purpose of this experiment.

The third woman was in the middle of trash-talking whoever was playing Blanka in the video, "This electrified Hulk-wannabe hasn't had a fair crouching heavy since-"

"These are Sam, Sam, and San," Ernest explained over the venting hostess, "they do a midweek podcast, but they also live-stream every morning. So... this is happening right now."

Slowly, both girls caught on... and responded in their expected ways.

"Don't," they both replied, each surprising the other.

"Oh, I... I already did. You see, the stream has a slight delay-"

"-and don't get me started on ChrisG's hot bullsh-hooooooaa!" 'San' suddenly humped at the air as her hands dove for her crotch in shocked pleasure. Once again, Ernest hadn't bothered moderating the power -- he needed to make sure the response could be noticed by everyone, after all -- and winced at what he had wrought. Both Crow and Edwards watched, in horror, as the host came live on Twitch in front of some ten thousand viewers.

She fell back onto the couch, gasping for air... until the second Sam replied, "Not ChrisG again, please!"

"Look, this was a 7:3 matchup, and it's not the first one he's had to deal with..."

The conversation carried on... and even San, albeit gasping for breath, eventually joined back in, ignoring whatever moisture had now been dumped into her panties. The stream chat didn't so much as bat an eye (except for those ready to pounce on ChrisG commentary).

Jessica and Kris watched in amazement... and then back at each other, and then finally at Ernest, "See? No one's the wiser and... well she just looks happier now than she did a second ago, doesn't she?"

"What do you think you're going to do with this?" Jessica demanded. "If you even think about messing with any of the girls at this school, then... well, don't!"

Ernest paused. He had no good reason to affect his fellow students... except... "Don't they deserve to feel good, too?"

"That's not the same!"

"It will be when I do it."

"I... would volunteer to be an experiment with this," Crow offered, stunning them both. She walked next to Ernest and gave him as sincere a look as a masked person could manage, "Let's skip school and... test your power."

Jessica shook her head in disbelief, "I'm so done. Fine, have a great time Master, see you Saturday... maybe."

"H-Hey, I didn't agree to it-!"

Crow said nothing of his implied rejection and Jessica didn't believe it; she unlocked the bathroom door and vanished into the hallway with Ernest chasing after her right up to the door... and slowing his steps.

Why was he chasing her? She was bound to him anyways; she would show up to Saturday if only to preserve her interest in this! The thought seemed rather haughty to Ernest... but then, wasn't Jessica being kind of arrogant, too? His dream version of her was more like the agreeable, if not altogether helpful, version of Jessica that worked with him on the history project.

"I shouldn't be hard on her," Ernest sighed to himself. She was a genie, and he had her ring; no matter his perspective, it would take time to show her that he wanted to be good to her too.

Ernest inhaled deeply. He relaxed as he picked up a nice scent... and turned to see Crow just behind him, her eyes looking up at him expectantly, "M-My mom works all day, so my house is free if you wanted to come over to... experiment..."

She inhaled through the mask... and smiled freely, knowing that the mask guarded her grin. Ernest smelled so good that she really hoped he took her invitation.

Ernest smiled at the mixed up goth... and inhaled again. She smelled so good, too. Ernest had never skipped but... what was one day?