[Episode 237291] [Episode 237291]"Hiroshi?" Yuka said, opening the door. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," Hiroshi said, pushing his way into her bedroom and looking round. The computer he'd inserted using Master PC was just where he'd specified. Perfect.
"You two can't come in here," Sayuri said. "How'd you get up here? Yuka's parents are downstairs."
Daisuke grinned. "They had to rush out. They won a free candlelight dinner at short notice."
"Without telling me?" Yuka said skeptically.
"It was very short notice," Hiroshi said, and all arranged with the Master PC. Then he smiled, glancing meaningfully at his friend. "I wasn't expecting to see two such lovely ladies."
"What," Daisuke muttered, looking confused. "Oh, two. You didn't ask."
Hiroshi sighed. He really needed to boost Daisuke's intelligence, or he'd just mess up the plans.
"You still shouldn't be here," Yuka said. "Get out."
"But we've got something to show you," Hiroshi said, pulling out the porn mag.
"No," Sayuri said firmly. "We've told you before. We're not going to copy any of those poses for you."
"Really?" Hiroshi said, showing Yuka the picture of herself, naked and wearing a cat mask.
Yuka shuddered, then her eyes went blank.
"I want sex, now," she said, ripping open her blouse. "I like sex. I want to have sex all day long. Take me now, please."
"What have you done?" Sayuri shouted, wrestling with her friend. "Stop this, Yuka. Stop it!"
"Wasn't us," Hiroshi said. "Daisuke?"
Daisuke just stared at the two girls, Yuka now stripped almost naked, Sayuri's arms twined around her in a futile attempt to cover her friend up.
Hiroshi smiled appreciatively, then elbowed Daisuke in the ribs. "What's she thinking."
Daisuke blinked, then frowned in concentration, his expression darkening. "She's thinking she has to have sex with every man she sees, but she doesn't really want to. She'll do anything to get sex, but inside, she's screaming."
"What?" Sayuri said, as Yuka slipped free from her grasp and jumped on Daisuke. "Since when-"
"Explanations later," Hiroshi said, pulling out a floppy disc. "Yuka, we'll have sex with you if you install this disc."
"Want sex now," Yuka said, thrusting her crotch at Daisuke's face. "He does too."
"No," Daisuke said, wriggling out from under her. "I'm not that desperate, and your screams are giving me a headache."
Yuka pouted sexily, then took the disc. "OK."
"I'm impressed," Sayuri said, looking at Daisuke, "but I still want an explanation."
"Someone's used magic mind control on Yuka," Hiroshi said. "We came here to stop it. Weren't expecting her to act like that though."
Daisuke sat up, looking flushed. "I'm going to hate myself in the morning. Is it working?"
"It's installed.," Yuka said, wriggling delightfully. "Sex now?"
"That was fast," Sayuri muttered. "This better work, or else."
"It's magic," Hiroshi reminded her. "Yuka, you need to register as a user first."
"Ok," she said, typing. "What next?"
Hiroshi steered her through the menus to the command interface, then said, "Type: I can change my looks and clothes at will."
According to the Master PC, any command would be enough to seal her as a user, freeing her from any other user's control, but it might as well be something she'd enjoy.
Yuka pressed enter, then shuddered, the life returning to her eyes.
"That was horrible," she said, face paling. "I couldn't stop myself. How did you know?"
"Clothes," Sayuri said.
Yuka looked down, then bushed. "Oh, yes."
A moment's concentration, and a red dress appeared on her. Thigh-high, low cut, sleeveless and backless, it didn't conceal much, but at least it wasn't as distracting as nothing but panties and white cotton socks.
"You're wearing that, in front of them?" Sayuri said.
Yuka shrugged, the neckline rising to conceal her cleavage as the hemline fell below her knees. "I just thought, 'dress'. I don't know where the design came from."
Sayuri frowned thoughtfully. "Explanation time, boys, and print out the license agreement for that programme, would you?"
"Hiroshi?" Yuka said, gesturing at the computer. "There was this man, I don't know his name. He said my dad trod on his foot, so he made my dad take those photos of me and my mum, then he told us if anyone ever found out, we'd have to ... what you saw. That was four months ago, four months of, of-"
Yuka turned and buried her face in Sayuri's shoulder, sobbing.
"Just because your dad trod on his foot?" Hiroshi said, printing out the license. "Um, just need to check."
Sayuri stared at him, her face a picture of rage as she patted her friend on the back. "That man must pay."
"Ok," Hiroshi said. "Your parents are safe. It's only triggers if they know someone else knows about the photo."
"My parents?" Sayuri said, rushing back to the computer. "Let me see."
"Do we have to make them users too?" Daisuke asked.
"Don't think so. There's a complicated hierarchy for resolving competing claims between Master PC users. I've not read the whole thing, but in this case Yuka wins, because they're her parents, and that guy only did the one thing to them."
"Damn," Sayuri shouted, staring at the license printout. "Didn't either of you think to read this."
"No one reads the licenses," Hiroshi said patiently. "We just clicked through when we installed it. Why?"
"I guessed there might be bad news on page four," Sayuri said slowly. "I was right."
"Well," Daisuke said. "Tell us."
"Clause 44.4," Sayuri read. "The licensee agrees that i) that they shall inadvertently ensure at least four people install copies of this programme, ii) they shall never feel any any curiosity about this license, or its contents, iii) that they agree to such minor amendments to their personally as are deemed necessary for them to get the best benefit from this programme, said amendments not to exceed more than 1% per week-"
Sayuri paused.
"And-" Hiroshi prompted. With a number like 44.4iv, it could only be bad news.
"And iv)," Sayuri read, "that their soul is now the property of the one true lord of depravity, to be consumed once ripe. You two idiots have just made Yuka sign away her soul."
Daisuke grabbed Hiroshi, shaking him frantically. "What do we do now. Tell me what we do. I don't want my soul eating. How do we get out of this? How?"
(Posted Sat, 21 Aug 2010 22:25)
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