PinkCulture

“What the fuck?  What is going on?  Have I completely lost it?”
As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.
[Installing files.  1% done…]
As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases.  […2%...3%...4%...]
I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.
“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”
[…12%...13%...14%...]
Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations.  In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.
The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind.  I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.
Nope, the first is out.
The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions.  Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it.  The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.
The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]
The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…
The third possibility … is that I gained a system.  I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]
Fuck…

TAGS:  Mind control, manipulation, corruption, sleep sex, rape, blackmail, oyakodon

Perverted Daddy System

At my urging, the girls start browsing the shop with the help of the owner.  it takes a bit, but after fifteen minutes the girls act as if nothing ever happened and are laughing happily while comparing clothes.  I follow them closely with my eyes and notice that Katie hasn't chosen anything for herself, so I walk behind her and whisper in her ear.


"If we go home and there are not at least three pieces of clothing for you on the bag, I will fuck you four times in the ass, twice as hard as yesterday…"


Katie freezes at my words, then whispers back.


"Attagirl!", I say, and pat her ass before moving back to my observing spot.


Finally, both girls have an armful of clothing chosen to try.  As Mrs. Simpson guides them to the dressing room, Katie whispers something in her ear.  Mrs. Simpson turns to look at me, then smiles at Katie and keeps walking.  Curious…


Soon, she is back and heads straight to me.


PDS – Chapter 51 – The cocksleeve