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Betad by Malcolm Tent, Beans


Slippery Slope

Chapter 09: Upgrades, People. Upgrades!

Waking up with my head sandwiched between Sarah's considerable bosom is always going to be a wonderful way to wake up. Sarah is a hugger in her sleep, and her arms are tightly wrapped around me, one leg wrapped around me as well for good measure as I try and escape the fleshy prison with some difficulty.

She's a heavy sleeper, apparently.

"Mrguph," Sarah mumbles, making me chuckle as I pry her arms off me and sit up on the bed, looking over my sleeping big sister with a soft smile.

"Mrh, whaa?" Sarah mutters, blinking slowly as she wakes up before her eyes shoot wide open as she sits up quickly, one arm covering her breasts as she makes eye contact with me. "...that really happened, didn't it?" Sarah asks, spreading her legs as we both look down at the dried cum around her inner thighs.

"It did," I admit, watching as she slowly moves her arm away with a mixed expression.

"Oh god, what were we thinking? I know I said I'd help… take care of the problems I caused you while you were being my photographer, but we went way too far," Sarah babbles, a hint of shame and regret passing through the bond. "You're my little brother, and I just let you cum inside me. God, I'm fucked up. This was a terrible idea… what if Mom finds out? What if anyone finds out? What if the pills don't work?"

"Sarah, relax," I order, making her pause as I forcibly suppress her rising panic. "We didn't do anything wrong," I say, the order taking hold as I strengthen the bond between us.

"I…" Sarah starts, her panic fading as she gives me a soft look. "Ben, what do you want out of… this? I know I basically started it, but we shouldn't- is this just some fun for you?"

Her question makes me hesitate as I consider my answer before I lean in and plant a kiss on her lips.

"I want you. I know you're my sister, but I've always found you more attractive than any of the girls I've met," I admit, making her eyes widen as a light blush dusts her cheeks. It's the honest truth. As much as I think Samira and Isabelle are hot, Sarah is the most beautiful girl I know.

Sarah pauses before she leans in and gives me a slow kiss, pulling back and giving me a shy smile.

"I… give me some time to think about this. I know I started this whole thing by asking you to be my photographer, but-" Sarah trails off, and I can feel her internal confusion. I can feel her lust and affection, but she's still dealing with the fact that she just fucked her brother. I could just forcibly suppress her doubts and lower those inhibitions that are telling her she shouldn't be doing this, but I pause and just give her a smile.

"Of course, Sarah," I say, stroking her hair as she gives me a light hug before letting go so I can get out of bed. I know I don't need to worry because I can feel her lust enflaming as she watches me get dressed again. "I'll see you later," I say, making her nod and give me a wave.

"See ya, Bennie," Sarah says quietly.

"Damn, your sister has some nice tits," a voice says as I leave the room, making my eyes widen as I swivel to the source, an order on my tongue. "I really wouldn't do that."

Meeting the amused gaze of the voice's dark red eyes, I freeze remembering where I've seen him before. On the bus, with his white-haired friend before they gave me this ring.

"Heya, Bennie, been enjoying yourself?" Kuro asks, making me hesitate, wondering if they've come to take their gift away. "Pft, nah. Both me and Shiro can do so much more without needing any toys. I'm just checking in on our experiment. So I'll ask again, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Of course, but I'm pretty sure you already knew that," I agree, making him shrug helplessly. "What do you even get out of giving me this?"

"Hm, oh, me and Shiro, we have an idea. See, we're basically the only people capable of travelling worlds. Long story short, Shiro got jealous of other people playing in his sandbox and killed everyone above a certain level of power before we met. But having only us two at this level has gotten kinda boring. We need more players for this big game of ours. So, we're testing giving powers out to other people. You're just… beta-testing one of our systems for us. You're not the only people we gave power to, just the only one in this world," Kuro explains, shrugging again. "Honestly, you could have done nothing with them, and it'd still be decent data for us, but you dove right in and gave me some nice data to play around with."

"Just how strong are you two?" I ask, baffled, as Kuro laughs.

"I literally made your world, handcrafted for this little test. I'd say we're gods, but that would be a laughable understatement. I can kill gods with a sneeze and wipe out multiverses with a lazy snap of my fingers," Kuro boasts before grinning. "But don't worry, Bennie boy, I'm not here to ruin your fun. I'm here to give you an upgrade."

As he speaks, my ring burns making me yelp as I watch it melt and go under my skin, the heat spreading through my body.

"Consider it a reward for playing along so well," Kuro says, uncaring of the pain I'm in as he ruffles my hair. "Now, go forth and make merry, or whatever."

Mindslaver System Online.

As the pain fades, I look up to find an empty corridor. Kuro had vanished just as quickly as he appeared. Mindslaver? I suppose it's fitting, but I don't feel any different beyond not needing to wear the ring anymore.

I suppose I'll have to wait and see how things go before heading downstairs.

Mom has already started breakfast, telling me it'll be ready soon and to relax, making me a coffee to help me wake up. The pain already did that, but I don't see a reason to refuse. She's dropped into the submissive servant role with practised ease. I'm guessing this was how she treated dad before he passed away, putting a full plate in front of me as she leans in.

"Did you have fun with Sarah last night?" Olivia whispers, making me pause before I nod.

"You aren't surprised?" I ask, making her giggle as she gently rubs my shoulders.

"Of course not. You're your father's son, after all," Olivia says, giving me a shoulder massage as I eat the large breakfast she made for me. Well, given what I've learnt about him and Aunt Laura, I can't say I'm really that surprised.

Did Kuro make my family this way when he set this world up to encourage me to use my powers? Well, that's the kind of question that leads to an existential crisis, so I let it slip out of my mind, momentarily too distracted to realise that Olivia stopped massaging my shoulders until I feel her undo my zip.

Looking down, she gives me a sly smile as she fishes my cock out of my pants, immediately taking it into her mouth as she starts to obediently blow me right there in the kitchen. I consider stopping her before I pause, my desire not to get caught, making my powers respond.

[Normality]

Affects the minds of those who see you, preventing them from finding any sexual actions out of the ordinary. Even the recipient of your actions won't find anything unusual about them, with strangers finding you bending them over to be entirely normal.

I leave Mom out of the effect as I use my new powers, one hand gripping her hair roughly as I continue to eat, feeling her pleasure at my actions. Even as Claire comes downstairs groggily, stumbling towards the coffee pot in nothing but her panties and a t-shirt, she doesn't even glance our way beyond, giving me a tired nod.

Taking a seat, she clearly spots Mom under the table but says nothing as she puts her own plate down, still half-asleep as she eats. Eventually, Claire wakes up enough to start some idle conversation, even as the audible sounds of sucking and gagging come from under the table, her mind unable to see anything wrong with what's going on.

As I cum, I pause the conversation and groan in pleasure as Olivia presses her lips against my crotch, taking my entire cock into her throat as it pumps its sticky seed down her gullet before she pulls back, cleaning me up and putting my cock away.

Crawling out from under the desk, she gives me a sultry smile before she looks over at Claire in confusion, giving me a questioning look. I just give her a secret smile, placing my hand on Claire's thigh and squeezing it.

Claire gives me a slightly dirty look, but her legs part all the same, making Olivia giggle as she leaves us.

"Has Mom been acting weird, or is it just me?" Claire asks, watching her leave as I smother a grin. She just watched Mom crawl out from under the table with some cum on her face, and she isn't sure if Mom was acting weird?

"I've convinced her to actually accept that I'm an adult, not a baby she needs to hover over. She seems happier now that she's accepted that I'm the man of the house," I say, making Claire pause before her eyes widen.

"You're not fucking her as well, are you?" Claire asks in a whisper.

"I'm not fucking you, not yet anyway," I point out, she's blown me, but we haven't gone that far. The reminder makes her blush and look away from me. "But yes, I am. Sarah as well," I admit candidly, maybe the power is going to my head with how blatant I'm being as her eyes widen. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"I- no, I'm sure surprised. I guess she really needed that itch scratched. Maybe she'll relax a little now," Claire says, with a growing blush. "What about Elle?"

"I haven't even seen Elle in like two weeks, she's not exactly a sociable person," I deadpan, making Claire snort.

"I saw her a couple of days ago. She came down to raid the fridge," Claire says, frowning despite her humour. "We really shouldn't have got her that mini-fridge or let her take a microwave up there. Between them and her en-suite, she never comes out. It can't be healthy."

"Good luck telling her that because, believe me, I've tried," I admit, rubbing my thumb over the spot my ring was an hour ago. I can change Elle, but honestly, she's not unhealthy, thanks to the treadmill she bought and the vitamins she takes. She's happy in there, but at the very least, I want to get in there myself and make sure she is taking care of herself. If she wants to just play games all day, I don't see any real issue with it. We're rich enough that the only reason I work is to get out myself; Claire wouldn't have needed to steal from me if Mom wasn't watching our transactions, and Sarah became a camgirl because she finds it fun.

"Maybe we should try and set up another game night to lure her out? Remember those? Why did we ever stop?" Claire asks, making me raise an eyebrow.

"We didn't. Sarah and I still play with her on the rare occasions when we can get her to come out. You stopped because you started partying instead, because playing games was childish," I point out, feeling the shame come through the bond once more. "Still, it's not just you. They definitely became rarer, something we'll have to try and change, even if I'm not looking forward to another night of Elle dominating all of us at whatever fighting game she's obsessing over this time."

Claire laughs at that. I'm decent at games, while Sarah and Claire are very much amateurish, but Elle? Elle is a monster. Whatever game she's currently obsessing over, she'll absolutely demolish us at even 3v1.

"Hm, the price we pay to get our shut-in sister to actually spend time with another human being," Claire jokes. "Ben, do you-" Claire starts, trailing off as I look at her. "Do you want to have another movie night tonight, like we used to?"

"I'd like that," I say softly, giving her a smile, which she returns. "I have work today but I'll be back at around six."

"I'll pick up some snacks and see you then?" Claire asks, making me nod. She rises and hesitates again before she leans in and gives me a deep kiss, whispering. "Maybe not entirely like our old movie nights, but I don't think you'll mind the changes."

Retreating, I smile to myself as I wash my dishes (and Claire's because she's terminally allergic to chores). Despite the weirdness, my relationship with Claire is rapidly getting back to how it used to be. We used to be very close before she started partying, and we drifted apart.

As I set off for work, I receive a message from Elle herself asking me to pick up something for her. Replying, I get into Monica's car and direct her to the game store Elle mentioned. Having a hot Latino servant makes my life much easier. Why get the bus when I can make Monica pick me up?

Share the bus that likely smells of piss with other people, or get picked up by a hot older woman who I can have pull over and blow me whenever I want? Such a hard choice.

I don't actually have her stop for sex for once, instead picking up Elle's game (a limited edition collectors version with a statue of… a half-naked girl with very large breasts) and having Monica hold onto it as I head into work.

Issy is already here, having opened up, giving me a smile as I walk in.

"So, you want to know something weird?" Issy asks as I give her a raised eyebrow. "Samira, the queen bitch herself, gave me a raise without me even asking. Believe me, I've asked before, and you'd think I asked her for her first born child. So imagine my surprise when she just randomly gave me a considerable raise for no reason."

"That is pretty weird," I agree smugly, not even hiding my involvement.

"Okay, seriously, what the fuck? Are you blackmailing her? What could you possibly have on her to get her to do this?" Issy asks, making me grin.

"It's better for us both if you don't know," I say, her eyes widening slightly as she nods. "I told you things would be changing around here. Samira is the boss in name only, but I run this show now."

"Damn, you don't mess around," Issy says, laughing nervously. "Have I mentioned how sorry I am that I framed you for my fuck-up?" Issy asks awkwardly, making me chuckle.

"You did, and I forgave you," I say, giving her a smile as I walk around the counter. "Don't worry, Issy; as long as you're a good girl, things will get better for you."

"Oh, you want me to be a good girl for you?" Issy asks with a sultry grin. "Well, you're the boss, apparently."

Walking past her, I give her ass a light spank as I walk into the back, making her yelp slightly before she gathers herself. She doesn't seem put off by it, giving me a grin as I get ready. The store is dead now, but we get a lot of business around midday when people are taking their lunch breaks, so I need to actually do my job.

Later –

With my powers growing, I've discovered a lovely new trick I can do. I can imbue compulsions into words I write. For instance, if I write that this store has the best coffee in town on the signboard, people will genuinely believe it. I could serve the most mediocre coffee in existence, and people would be convinced they're drinking liquid ambrosia.

We're a small store, but I plan to make this place succeed under my leadership, and there's no harm in cheating a little. The customers genuinely think the coffee is amazing, and their senses are deceived thanks to my orders, so realistically, they're coming out of this on top.

Even if some of them don't exactly see it that way.

"And another thing, that girl at the counter wa- oh fuck- was entirely too rude. Do you people not know a single thing ab- mhmm, about- fuck- customer service?" the woman whose name I didn't listen to complains, her skirt hiked up as I pound her fat ass.

I've just been calling her Karen because she came in with some overly complicated order that Issy got right, then immediately started complaining that it took too long and demanding to speak to our manager, which I've decided is me.

Taking her into the back to properly see to her complaint, she almost immediately demanded a full refund and coupons for this mistreatment. Meanwhile, I immediately had this middle-aged milf bend over a desk so I could fuck her married pussy.

Her large breasts are pressed into the desk, and she continues her tirade of complaints as I have my way with her; I ordered her to bend over, and she can't stand back up until I allow it, just continuing to whine about imagined slights until I'm done with her.

I've already cum inside her once, slapping her ass as she yelps in surprise and anger, giving me a dirty look as I smirk at her. Pulling out of her freshly fucked cunt, I give her a stern look.

"Kneel."

She slips onto her knees obediently, my hands gripping her hair as I push my cock against her lips, making her face scrunch up in disgust.

"Suck."

Unable to resist or see anything strange about this, she obediently takes it into her mouth and starts to give me an inexperienced blowjob, gagging and occasionally catching me with her teeth. Frowning, I reach into her mind as memories flash through my head. She's a boring woman who occasionally permits her husband to fuck her, missionary only; the last time she sucked a cock she was at prom.

But I can help with that, my powers reaching out and calling upon the memories of the others I've made a bond with; my mother is a champion cocksucker, her skills moving through the link as Karen starts to improve, going from a shitty blowjob to sucking like a high-class whore.

It doesn't replace the disgusted look on her face, but for some bizarre reason, she's convinced this is part of the complaints process. Odd that, I don't know where she got that idea.

Her make-up runs as I fuck her face, but despite her anger and disgust, she doesn't try and stop me from abusing her mouth; her gag reflex is suppressed thanks to the knowledge she's borrowing from Olivia, not even pulling back as I flood her throat with my seed.

Pulling back, she finishes her complaint by cleaning my cock, licking it clean as she rises to her feet and fixes her clothes.

"Honestly, who made a child like you a manager? It's ridiculous," Karen complains as she wipes her mouth clean. "Am I getting my refund or not?"

"You just got more than you deserve. My cum was enough of a compensation," I say, making her scoff even as the order is accepted.

"Tch, such awful customer service. If your coffee wasn't so good, nobody would come to this tiny store," Karen complains.

"You'll be back; you know our coffee is the best," I say casually, making her scowl. She'll probably complain next time as well, and I'll be happy to compensate her again.

Going back into the front, I watch Karen order another drink with a frown, Issy noticing the clear signs of her recently being face-fucked, but this entire store is part of my domain. If I think that face-fucking complaining customers is just a common practice, then everyone who comes in here will think the same.

Going back to work, I watch Karen leave the store with a smile. My powers are definitely growing, easily forming bonds in seconds, dominating mind after mind. I don't really do anything with the bonds I form, but everyone who passes through this store finds their mind connected to mine.

Every mind connected to my mind expands my power, my range. Kuro wasn't lying about upgrading my powers; I feel like I could take over every mind in the city if I truly pushed myself. For now, I settle for the visitors to my humble store.

I may have made some minor changes to the place or, more specifically, to our customer base. A simple order means our store attracts more attractive female customers while male customers find somewhere else to shop.

The store isn't packed, but it's busier than usual, and most of the tables are filled with attractive women. A group of college-aged girls giggling over in one of the corners, an older businesswoman typing away in her booth, and a pair of hot goth girls over at one table.

Every customer is at least average in looks, a buffet of beautiful women on display in my little kingdom. Taking an order over to the businesswoman, she thanks me but doesn't look up from the spreadsheet she's working on, even as I grope her breasts over her jacket, her face flushing slightly, but she doesn't look up.

Moving on, I move over to the goth girls, guiding one of them to stand up as she continues her conversation about some vampire show with her friend, pausing only briefly as I undo her leather trousers and pull them down, revealing a red thong which I pull aside.

Her words become less coherent as I slide into her tight pussy, fucking her right there in the cafe with everyone able to see; the college girls giggle and try not to make it clear they're watching as the businesswoman lets out a sigh of relief that I moved on. The goth girl doesn't openly react to the sudden violation, but she does move her hips back to meet my thrusts, well aware that she's getting fucked.

I might be getting carried away with my powers, but I figure I should use them more to give Kuro the data he wants, mostly because he scares me, and I don't want him annoyed at me, and it's not like this is actually doing any harm.

Basically, I added free use into the 'rules' of this store; by coming in here, every one of these girls accepted that she could get fucked by the manager, me. It's a true test of my powers as I pump into the tight goth pussy, listening as her words get interspersed with moans, gasping in pleasure as I bottom out inside her, her friend blushing slightly as her eyes flicker down to where my cock is entering her friends pussy.

Pulling out, I move over to the friend and grip her hair, guiding her head down to take my cock, still slathered with her friend's juices, which she obediently sucks clean. This store is my kingdom, I'm the king here, and before long, the friend is laid out on the table, grasping the wood as I fuck her while her friend holds her drink in her hand so it doesn't spill from the shaking.

Finishing inside her, I pull back and watch as she shakily gives me an awkward smile and fixes her ruffled clothes.

"So, I get my coupon now, right?" She asks, making me nod with a grin as I hand one over. Yup, the rules mean the girl who gets cummed in gets a coupon for a free drink, something that I've made very sought after.

Her friend seems slightly disappointed that I pulled out of her, but a whispered command tells her to come back often so she has a better chance of winning. Moving back to the counter, I don't bother putting my cock away as I help Issy with the orders.

We should probably hire another staff member soon if my little games make our store grow even more popular, and I have some ideas for that, but for now, people find themselves overly patient for the most part.

The day goes by fairly fast, with occasional breaks when I spot a particularly enticing customer, closing up as I put in the numbers and send Samira a message, showing her that I can run the business with far greater success than she can and that she should be so very grateful for my help.

I'm making her take some time off, leaving the store in my control, so I can prove how much better I am than her. Meanwhile, her intelligence is slowly dwindling away as she becomes dumber and hornier. Soon, she'll just be my bimbo assistant who lives to suck her bosses cock under the desk.

I really might be getting carried away, but I'm having fun, so who cares?

Honestly, even as I get my ride home, I have to wonder just how far I can take these new powers. How much could I truly affect? A city, a country?

The entire world?

I can't wait to find out.

Author's Note: Ben is old by Guild time; he predates even Gray and Kuro D.


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