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In the middle of the night, after Camillo passes out on top of his covers but before he wakes up in the morning to drag himself to class, a new app is quietly installed on his phone.
camillo gets a magic app
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It’s close to the food court. He gets there early.
Other students file in and take their seats after him,
Well. Two of whom, actually.
(It’s American History, and they always take their core classes together.)
Oh shit his phone!!!!!
He has them both in frame immediately. They're so hot. Sometimes he watches them make out, like a creep.
In a sea of one and two star individuals, they stand out, with three silver stars apiece.
They cost 500 Pearls each to add to his Stable.
And class is an hour, and Z is giving him ...
... that's not going to break a thousand. He has to pick.
(Can he get the other one later? Sure. Probably. But that's Monday at the soonest.)
Camillo stares at the back of their heads and considers who would look hotter in the little red dress.
They’re not doing anything to make this easier for him.
Dorothy is looking over at something Kyou is drawing in the margins of his notes from yesterday, halfway leaning on him.
Okay. It breaks his gay little heart to pick a girl over Kyou Sato. But the fact of the matter is, Kyou is hard to improve on, while Dorothy...
Camillo taps on Dorothy's icon, and goes immediately to see if he can give her a dick.
The genital options are…extensive.
It automatically takes off her clothes, and shows off the little tuft of sleek black hair underneath.
He’s allowed to give her a dick. There are a stunning range of presets, with and without balls to match, and as soon as he selects one to try on he can adjust its length and girth and head shape and relative sizes hard and soft and whether it’s been circumcised or not. (And fun extras like the refractory period, as he already knows.)
There’s an option to have this grow in from her clit, over whatever time period he sets, or to just have it…show up.
Oh shit she's naked. He's looking at a girl naked. This is some kind of weird invasion of privacy.
Camillo covers the top half of his phone with his hand while he stares at the genital options.
...probably this is, like, morally wrong. People get dysphoria and stuff. Why is Dorothy having dysphoria about a dick hot? Never mind.
Out of curiosity ... how many pearls would he get. If he did give her a dick. Hypothetically.
God fucking dammit why does this have to be morally wrong.
The problem is ... he has to get pearls somehow. He can tweak Z in ways he knows Z will like, sure. He'll get a handful that way. But the store had a lot of rewards in it, and they were a lot of pearls, and they were good things. Things that would save people.
It's not about whether he would like Dorothy to have a dick. Of course he would. He'd go around with a warm glow, just knowing. But that's not a good reason.
Almost four pearls a minute ... that's a pretty good reason.
Okay. He can't ask permission, or the app will gray her out, and he'll have to waste more pearls on undoing his own stupid mistakes. But -- he doesn't know Dorothy the way he knows Z, but he knows some things. What if he gives her a dick, and then he uses the first, say, month's worth of pearls from it on saving endangered species, or something like that. Something she'd like. The very first month's worth -- he won't even buy Kyou with it, even though it would give him enough to buy Kyou by the end of class, just to prove it's not about what he wants.
And then he'll re-evaluate.
Would he take that deal? If it were -- he has to say taking his dick away, to be fair, and something he wants badly enough -- yeah. He would. He might not be thrilled, but he'd take it, and he'd be grateful for the chance.
He sets it to grow in over the next two weeks.
(And then he takes a look at her avatar in the little red dress, to comfort himself.)
Dorothy comes to class in athletic tanks enough that he’ll have a good idea of how she’s shaped, but the dress is still informative. The black strappy heels make her even taller.
Her pearl count doesn’t rise from .2 right away — but the little green arrow flashes slowly beside it, and it ticks up to .3 before the end of class.
By the end of the two weeks, he’ll be earning 5,000 pearls a day just from Dorothy — Dorothy, who is sitting there with no more indication that he’s changing her in a profoundly intimate way than, maybe, the occasional shift in her seat.
He's a bad person.
Would he be a better person if he let Novel Leukemia Treatment sit there, untouched? Or if he earned his pearls by giving random strangers sensitive palms and low impulse control?
Camillo taps his way through the menu and gives Dorothy some extra IQ points, by way of apology. There. He'd definitely take that trade, if it were him.
He can’t move that slider very far before it sticks in place and vibrates his phone a little, flashing a lock icon next to his finger.
She can have a few, though. As a treat.
Well, okay. That's probably for the best. He doesn't need her turning into Sherlock Holmes and figuring out who gave her the dick. Not that he would object, necessarily, but it would probably lock her out from earning him any points.
Camillo sits and watches his pearls tick up and stares at just how high Dorothy's libido slider is already sitting. He doesn't move it any higher, because he's a good person.
No American history is being learned today.
Dorothy’s portrait is the one that shows up on the home screen, now.
Around the end of class, a little thought bubble flashes up next to it, just for a second.
We have time to go back to my room…
Hello?????
Camillo sits with his notebook in his lap and gawks alternately at Dorothy and the screen.
Dorothy says something in Kyou’s ear, just after the professor announces class is dismissed.
They head for the door together.
...he's just going to. Sit here. For a minute. Until some more thoughts pop up, or something else goes down.
He’s left sitting in a mostly empty lecture hall, with a couple people at the bottom of the stairs waiting to talk to the professor.
Five minutes later, he gets
not here. don’t touch him
This is all giving him flashbacks to high school, before Dorothy learned about being discreet.
He screenshots the message, for reasons, and then taps on it -- maybe there's a feed?