You Ponder About Morality and Make a lot of Money

Chapter 7 : Money Often Costs too Little

(Little bit of warning for you, fellow reader, this chapter does not contain any sex, and serves as a way to question the morality of the protagonist as well as giving him some financial opportunities to spice things up in the next chapters. If you are only interested in the hot stuff, I’ll let you skip to the next one that should be released one or two days later)

The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful.

Suzie and I got back to the kitchen so she could finish making her waffles.

We talked about the past few days and enjoyed each other's company, watching shows on Netflix and talking about politics.

Just to be safe, I also said to my **** that Lauren didn’t have any STD and that she was not going to get pregnant from our sexual intercourse.

We were both sitting on the couch, cuddling, when Suzie said :

“Wait! When Lauren is going to leave the house, she’s no longer going to be under the effects of the rules you put in place here. How is she going to react?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Well…” I replied. “She’s still going to think that everyone in this house is fine having sex with anyone else. This is an old rule and it was an obvious one.”

Suzie nodded.

“Yes, she’s probably going to see nothing wrong with that, but isn’t she going to wonder why she did not notice that you were fucking her or be bothered by the fact you acted like a creep, as she said?”

“You are right.” I agreed.

I put the ring back on my finger.

“Lauren wont find anything that happened in this house unusual in any way.” I explained. “This should do the trick!”

I removed the ring again.

Suzie kissed me and hold me a bit tighter.

“I’m turning into a monster.” I whispered.

“Does it bother you?” She asked.

“What about you?”

“No. The only thing I care about is your happiness. Your happiness is MY happiness. While I don’t morally approve at all of most of what you’ve done with the ring, I would stand by your side willingly, whatever you did. And I have to say, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life than in the past few days. Even if I was still free, and I don’t wanna be, I think I would still stick around. Also, I love you, master.”

I kissed her forehead. She purred.

I didn’t really know what to think. I didn’t feel bad about any of it, not anymore, and yet I was concerned about how the ring was changing me into an all powerful pervert.

I could stop it now. I had Suzie, I loved her, she loved me. I could just keep going with her by my side and be satisfied.

Or could I? I had the power to make all my fantasies true, forever.

My hardening dick was enough to show me that I would never have the strength to stop using the ring.

“Hey! Master.” Called Suzie, seeing the concerned look on my face. “So far, even if what you have done is reprehensible, you have never made anyone suffer to please you. Even if you made them want to do what they did, they still wanted it.”

“Is it any better?”

“Well it means you didn’t inflict pain upon them!”

“What about Emily?”

“We’ll fix her! You said you wanted to fix her!”

“I do.” I admitted.

“Then let’s put some rules in place so we both can feel free to keep messing around with people.” She offered.

“What kind of rules?”

“You could agree that you will avoid putting people in any lasting pain with the ring. If you do, by accident, you will do your best to fix it.”

“Both physical and mental pain.” I added.

“Yes!”

“What else?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t that be enough? I mean there is no point creating rules we both know we won’t follow. I think what matters is that everyone needs to be as happy as possible.”

“Then that’s one final rule!” I exclaimed.

“What is?”

“If I make any lasting changes to someone, I need to make sure that these changes will make them happier.”

“Sounds good to me. I mean… You literally created me to be your **** and I am the happiest I could ever be, because you wanted me to want it.”

She smiled.

“You know…” She added. “You mostly use the ring for sex. While sex is kind of taboo in our society, it is still something enjoyable. As long as you make the sex enjoyable for you and the people you use the ring on, then you’re just playing with the taboo. You are not breaking consent, you are stealing it. It’s not a good thing, don’t get me wrong, but the difference is that no one gets hurt. No one wakes up in the morning traumatized and scarred for life. There are far worse things you could do with the ring. You could **** people, **** people, make their life miserable. You could become a dictator, the master of the world, and just enjoy making everyone suffer under your wrath.”

I hold her in my arms again.

“So because it could be a lot worse it’s ok?”

“No, it’s not ok, but it’s the less worse that could happen in this situation. I think most people would use the ring for awful things.”

“You are right.” I said. “Now I just need to be more careful when using it. If things are already messy after only three days, I can’t imagine how it could be after a few months or even years. I wonder how my uncle dealt with it all.”

“Well… From what I saw he certainly was a lot more careful about it.”

“Then we’ll have to do the same.”

The doorbell rang again.

My parents were out for the day.

“Emily!” I shouted. “Are you expecting another friend?”

“No! I don’t know who this is” She shouted back from her bedroom.

I sighed and walked to the main door.

I looked through the keyhole. A man was standing in front of the door. He was well dressed with a tie. He had a nametag and was holding something in his left hand. I could hardly see anything else, but that was enough for me to guess what he was here for.

“Fuck!” I whispered. “Now is really the worst time for someone to lecture me about the Bible.”

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that he was here for that, though, and that gave me a brilliant idea.

I put the ring back on my finger.

“Mister?” I called, through the door. “Are you here to tell me I won a hundred million dollars?”

The man seemed startled.

“As a matter of fact I am…” He replied. “Who told you that?”

I opened the door. The guys was in his forties, named Calvin, according to his nametag. The object he was holding was a small black bag.

“I am all ears.” I said

“Well allow me to introduce myself, sir. I’m Calvin Ruperts. I represent the National Lottery Association. Every year we pick a random citizen across the country and we hand them a hundred million dollars.”

This sounded like I scam. Of course a scam was a lot more probably than me actually winning a hundred million dollars, so the ring was definitely going for this.

“Today, you, sir, are the lucky one!” He said. “Congratulations!”

And with what looked like a fake smile, he moved his hand forward for me to shake it.

While I was doing so I smiled and told him :

“Is this for real?”

His expression changed. He seemed a lot more sincere.

“Of course sir! I know it is hard to believe, but if you allow me to come in I will be able to explain to you the process and get you to sign the relevant paperwork.”

“There’s no need. It’s already been taken care of by the State and the money has already been transferred to my account.” I said, grinning.

He looked confused and got his phone from his small bag. He called someone and spent a few minutes arguing.

“Well I look like an idiot now!” He shouted. “Why wasn’t I told it was already signed?”

He had a few more exchanges with the person at the other side of the line, then he hang off and put his phone back inside the bag.

“Well, sir, it seems my presence is no longer required. I apologize for the confusion. And again, congratulations!”

I watched him cross the road and leave in his car.

Then, I jumped up and down and ran back to the living room.

Suzie looked at me with surprise, wondering what I was up to.

I grabbed my phone on the coffee table and went straight to my bank app.

I then turned the phone and pointed the screen towards my ****, laughing like a mad man.

“Oh. My. God!” She exclaimed. “Master! Did you just do that?”

“I certainly did!” I replied, still jumping up and down. “We are rich! We can leave this fucking house!”

Suzie started jumping up and down as well, and soon we were both holding hands and dancing around the living room.

We were quickly interrupted by my phone, ringing.

I picked it up.

“Hello?” I said, out of breath.

“Mister Miller?” Asked a woman’s voice. “Lewis Miller?”

“Yes?”

“Hanna Jones speaking, Southwood Bank. I am sorry to bother you. I am sure you have been made aware that you have received yesterday a wire transfer of a hundred million dollars by the National Lottery Association.”

“Yes!” I almost shouted. “I know! That’s crazy!”

“Well crazy indeed mister Miller. Congratulations. As usual in these cases, I would like to invite you to come and discuss the changes that this amount of money entail, as you can probably guess that we will need to make some modifications to your current contract. This would also be an opportunity to go through potential investments that you might be interested in.”

“Well it depends.” I replied.

To be honest, I had better things to do, now, than sit down and be told by my bank how to spend my money.

“On what, mister Miller?” She inquired, sounding confused.

“Tell me the truth. Are you pretty?”

Suzie laughed out loud.

“Well I do think so, yes.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t see how this is…”

“Tell me the truth.” I interrupted her.

“I’m 36.” She answered. “But again I’m not sure I am comfortable with these questions.”

“You are.”

“I… Well yes. Sorry…”

“Can we meet this afternoon?”

“Yes, sir, I actually have some time around 4 if it is ok with you.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Thank you, sir, I’ll see you at 4 then.”

And with that, she ended the call.

“What do you have in mind, master?” Asked Suzie.

“Oh well, I never had sex in a bank before.” I replied.