I lay back on a comfortable couch as Marcy sit on my lap, her face nestling on my neck, I could see Garza from the corner of my eye, clean the the apartment quickly.
I decided to use some commands to make him my slave now he's just my obedient cuck.
I even got a reward due to this.
[Reward Granted for Creative Use of Skills]
Reward: Skill Upgrade
Suggestion has been enhanced to Compulsion.
Skill: Compulsion
Description: The user can now issue direct commands that must be obeyed, overriding the target's will entirely. Resistance is futile unless the command conflicts with the target's core survival instincts.
With that I started thinking. Since I no longer had to worry about my health i've been thinking in different ways on how to use this power.
This was a way I couldn't improve my life and I wasn't going to waste it but what can I do?
He kissed Marcy softly on the lips, lingering just long enough to feel her melt into the gesture. Then, with a subtle push, he gently moved her off his lap and stood up, stretching.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, glancing back at her as she leaned comfortably against the couch. "Can't waste the luxury of clean water now that I've got it."
Marcy smiled, her eyes warm and inviting. "Want some company?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her blonde curls framing her face.
The offer was tempting, and for a brief moment, he considered it. But he shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not this time. I've got some things I need to take care of today."
Her expression softened, and she nodded in understanding. "Alright. Don't take too long, okay?"
He chuckled lightly as he made his way to the bathroom. Turning the faucet, he let the hot water pour over his hands for a moment before stepping in. Ever since he'd regained access to clean water, showers had become a small indulgence.
As the water cascaded down, he closed his eyes, letting the steam envelop him.
-Later-
He stepped out of the shower, the lingering heat clinging to his skin as he toweled off. Pulling on a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a snug black T-shirt, he laced up his new running shoes recent purchases made possible by Garza's unwilling generosity. They fit perfectly, a far cry from the worn-out pair he'd been using for years.
He glanced toward the couch, where Marcy was still lounging.
Walking over, James leaned down and kissed her, his lips brushing against hers briefly before pulling away. "I'll be back later," he murmured.
As he turned to leave, he couldn't resist the urge. His hand came down with a sharp smack against her ass, earning a surprised yelp followed by a playful laugh. Without looking back, he stepped out the door, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The crisp air hit him as he stepped into the street. It had been years since he'd gone running consistently, a habit abandoned when life's weight had grown too heavy to bear. Staying fit had seemed like a luxury he couldn't afford when every ounce of energy was spent on just working. But now? Now, things were different.
He stretched briefly, loosening his shoulders and rolling his neck before breaking into a light jog. His muscles protested at first, stiff from neglect, but he welcomed the burn. Each step felt like a reclaiming of something he'd lost a small piece of the man he used to be before life ground him down.
-Later-
As he spent hours jogging The sun still bright he kept running but he slowed down slowly as he recognized a person as he was running across the street.
But as he slowed his pace to cross the street, his eyes caught sight of someone that made him falter.
A woman was running on the opposite side, her pace steady but commanding attention. Skin-tight black leggings hugged her curvaceous figure, emphasizing her shapely hips and round ass. A fitted tank top clung to her torso, struggling to contain her ample chest while revealing just a hint of her toned stomach. Her skin had a warm tan, a rich caramel tone that shimmered slightly in the sunlight. Brown hair bounced with every step she took, and her striking light brown eyes seemed to glow even from a distance.
She was his ex-girlfriend… her name was airi a girl, he had met a couple years ago he started dating her when he was 25 and she 15, 10 year age gap I know they met each other in a gym and they started going out.
But then her friends got involved. They'd planted ideas in her head, convinced her that their relationship was wrong, that she needed to end it. The breakup came over text a curt, impersonal message that left him seething. James had gone to her house, desperate to talk things through, to make her see reason. He went to her home to try to talk to her, but her father pointed a gun at him tell him to leave their property.
After that, they haven't talked for a couple of years.
He came to a full stop, his heart pounding harder than it had during the run. A slow smirk crept across his face as he considered the possibilities.
"Well, well," he said, his voice low and smooth, loud enough for her to hear. "Airi. Long time, no see."
As he stood there, staring at Airi, a familiar sensation washed over him the faint hum in his mind signaling a new system notification.
[Potential Target Detected: Emotional Connection Identified]
[Bonus Reward Available for Successful Domination]
He's smirk widened as he read the glowing text in his mind.
He took a step closer, his eyes locked onto hers. Airi's discomfort was palpable; she shifted her weight, her expression guarded, as though she were bracing for something.
"Airi," James said, his voice calm, laced with an artificial warmth. "It's been a while. You look… amazing."
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she took a cautious step back. "James. Yeah, it has been a while," she said, her tone clipped, clearly wanting to end the conversation before it started.
But he had other plans.
Skill: Empathy activated.
Her emotions flowed into him like a stream, clear and unfiltered. Beneath the surface unease, there was a cocktail of feelings: frustration, guilt, and something faint—a buried curiosity.
Perfect.
James stepped closer, careful not to seem aggressive, his movements deliberate and calm. "You don't have to be so tense," he said, his voice softening. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just… couldn't help but say hi. We have a lot of history, after all."
Airi's shoulders relaxed slightly, though her gaze remained wary. "That was a long time ago," she said. "I've moved on, James. You should too."
Skill: Suggestion activated.
He focused, imagining his words slipping past her defenses, embedding themselves in her mind.
"Moved on?" he said, feigning a hurt tone. "Airi, we had something special. Don't tell me you've forgotten how good we were together."
Her lips parted, her expression softening just a fraction as doubt flickered in her eyes. "It… was complicated," she admitted, her voice quieter now.
James seized the opening.
Skill: Compulsion activated.
"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" he said, his tone now firmer, laced with subtle authority. "Even after all these years, a part of you still wonders what could've been."
Her eyes widened slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line as the compulsion took hold. Her resistance was there, but it was fragile, crumbling under the weight of his power.
"I…" Airi hesitated, her voice trailing off as she struggled to form words.
He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "It's okay to admit it. You don't have to fight it anymore."
Her breathing quickened, and James knew he had her.
"You've got your phone with you, right?" he asked smoothly, tilting his head slightly.
Airi blinked, her movements almost mechanical as she reached for the device strapped to her arm. "Yeah, I do," she murmured, her voice soft and detached as the compulsion worked its way through her mind.
"Good," James said, his lips curling into a subtle smile. "I want you to save my number in your contacts. Name it anything you want—just make sure you remember it. Can you do that for me?"
Airi hesitated for the briefest of moments before nodding, her fingers moving to unlock her phone. James watched as she added his number, her actions precise yet distant, as though she were on autopilot.
"Now," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "this stays between us. You're not going to tell anyone that you saw me today. Our relationship? It's just for us. No one else needs to know. Understood?"
Her light brown eyes flickered with a faint hint of resistance, but it was quickly smothered under the weight of his command. "Understood," she said softly, her tone devoid of its earlier tension.
James leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek before shifting to capture hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. He felt her body stiffen for a moment, then relax as the compulsion smoothed over any lingering doubts.
Pulling back, he gave her a final smirk, letting his gaze linger for just a moment. "I'll see you soon, Airi," he said, turning on his heel and jogging away without waiting for a reply.
-Later-
As he approached the rundown apartment complex, his breath steady from the jog, he decided to check the system for any updates. He mentally focused, and the familiar interface appeared in his mind, glowing faintly as text scrolled across his vision.
[Reward: Skill Enhancement – Emotional Resonance]
Description: Amplifies the effectiveness of all emotion-based skills. The user can now intensify, suppress, or alter a target's emotions with greater precision. The stronger the emotional link, the more potent the effect.
"Well," he muttered under his breath, "this just keeps getting better."
He dismissed the interface with a thought, the faint glow fading from his vision.
As he got closer to the apartments, he heard noises coming from one of the areas of the apartment complex. He recognize one of the people screaming.
Garza's loud, brash voice rang through the courtyard, unmistakable even from a distance. Standing opposite him was a blonde woman with sharp features, her short hair bouncing slightly as she yelled back. She was dressed simply—a gray shirt and blue jeans—but her striking blue eyes and curvaceous figure made her hard to ignore.
He stepped closer, his expression calm yet authoritative. His presence was enough to make Garza pause mid-shout and turn toward him. The overweight landlord immediately stiffened, his earlier aggression melting away.
"James!" Garza stammered, his tone suddenly deferential. "I was just—uh—handling a tenant issue. She owes rent, and—"
He raised a hand, silencing him with a look. "Go home, Garza. I'll take care of this."
Garza nodded quickly, his face pale as he backed away, retreating to the safety of his apartment. Now it was just James and the woman. She crossed her arms, her frustration still evident, though her gaze flickered with curiosity and slight apprehension as she sized him up.
"Who are you supposed to be?" she asked, her tone sharp.
He smirked, taking a step closer. "Someone who can help you out of your little problem."
She scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Help me? Unless you're offering to pay my rent, I don't see how you could help."
He didn't respond right away. Instead, he focused, activating his skill.
Skill: Empathy activated.
Her emotions washed over him frustration, embarrassment, and a deep undercurrent of worry. She was desperate but too proud to show it.
Perfect.
"You're in a tough spot," he said, his voice softening, almost sympathetic. "But I'm giving you a way out. Two ways, actually."
The woman frowned, her posture stiffening. "What are you talking about?"
Skill: Suggestion activated.
He voice took on a commanding edge, his words sinking into her mind. "You can pay off your debt the traditional way with money or you can make it up to me another way. A personal arrangement."
Her eyes widened slightly, the suggestion hitting her like a wave. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words didn't come. Instead, she stared at him, her expression a mix of confusion and hesitation.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "Think about it. No more stress, no more worrying about rent. All you have to do is say yes."
Her lips parted, her breathing shallow as she processed his words. The system's power pulsed through him, ensuring her thoughts stayed on the path he had laid out.
"Well?" he prompted, his smirk widening. "What's it going to be?"
-Later-
As he was moving his hips faster, he heard the moans of the woman who was currently fucking as she looked at him with a mix of pleasure and irritation.
As he felt like he was close to come, he started pushing faster, growing one of her large breath as he prepared himself to release his load inside of her with one last strike, he came filling her hole with his seed.
Actually let out a moan platter her walls compress around his cock trapping his leg inside her as she milks every last drop of his cum.
As he pulls out large amounts of his cum, come out the woman was completely exhausted her face being like one of those porn games he used to play when he was a teenager.
He adjusted his shirt as he left the apartment, his face calm and unreadable, though satisfaction flickered in his eyes. Behind him, the blonde lay sprawled on the couch, utterly drained and unable to move, her breathing heavy.
As he walked down the dimly lit hallway, the familiar glow of the system interface appeared in his mind.
[Profile Update: Target Acquired]
Name: Alyssa Carter
Age: 22
Occupation: College Student
He smirked as he read the details, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "College student, huh? No wonder she folded so easily."
As he got home, he received a kiss for Marcy when he got home Garza in the corner, like always putting Marcy on his lap as he decided to start watching TV he decided for the rest of the day he was just gonna be lazy.
XxX
Airi it's not my original character she a character made by some guy in the same type I use occasionally to make ai art her parents should be on the page of character appearances.
Airi creator jorge