The Subtle Manipulator

Adam Jackson smiled grimly to himself as he looked into the container that held his life's work - the MCD, or Mind Control Device. He had spent countless years on the project, dedicating his life to making it...

...and he succeeded, at the age of eighteen. Which was a remarkable enigma, since he would have to be working on the project since he was a young age, just a mark of his genius.

However, now that he had the power, his thoughts were a lot less... scientific, and a lot more perverted.

But before he even thought of using the MCD to make a girl fuck him - he thought, wouldn't that be too easy?

He stopped. It WOULD be too easy. After so many years of making this... just to get a girl to spread her legs? Awesome, but too simple. He wanted a girl to irrevocably love him, worship the ground he walked in - but he didn't want that to be as simple as commanding her to do that.

No... he wanted to make it more... he thought for a word that would suit his purposes... subtle.

Adam grinned.

He was going to have a lot of fun from now on.

Go to school? Go back home? Walk around town or ???