Master Crown Ch 01

"Fresh Ink"

Nick wasn't expecting anything more than an excuse to skip school and mark his eighteenth birthday with a little rebellion. A tattoo. Nothing too crazy -- just something permanent, something clean, something that looked cool.

He chose a crown.

Five sharp black points stretched just above his forearm, bold and centered. Regal, powerful, a little cocky. It felt right.

The tattoo shop was dimly lit, tucked between a vape store and a liquor mart in a strip mall downtown. The guy running it was covered in ink and attitude -- probably in his late forties, with mirrored sunglasses he didn't take off the whole time and a gold tooth that flashed every time he grinned.

"First tattoo?" he asked as he wiped Nick's arm down with alcohol.

"Yeah," Nick said. "Birthday present to myself."

The guy nodded approvingly. "Good choice. You want the real version?"

Nick raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

The artist reached under the tray and pulled out a tiny black vial filled with dark, glimmering liquid. "Special ink," he said. "Infused with nanotech. Reacts to certain apps."

Nick laughed. "Like what, sci-fi stuff?"

The artist gave a sly smile. "Ever heard of Master PC?"

Nick's heart skipped.

"Yeah. Those old internet stories? That weird fantasy where a guy controls people using some computer program?"

"Exactly. This is like that. Except no computer. No keyboard. Just you, your crown, and a phone." The guy's grin widened. "Check your phone when we're done."

Nick smirked, assuming it was some dumb gimmick. Still... he didn't say no.

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The tattoo was done in forty minutes -- black ink, sharp and perfect, shaped like a five-point crown just above his wrist. Each point ended in a smooth black circle, like gem settings. It tingled faintly beneath the wrap, a pulsing warmth under his skin.

Outside the shop, Nick's phone buzzed.

New app installed: MASTER CROWN

He stopped walking. Blinked. Opened it.

The interface was simple: five gem slots, all empty. A glowing button at the bottom that read:

SYNC SUBJECT

Nick snorted.

"This is literally Master PC," he muttered to himself. "What a trip."

For fun, he tapped the first gem.

Enter subject name.

He hesitated. Then, with a grin:

"Aubrey Cross."

His stepmom.

The screen blinked.

Subject synced. Ready for voice commands.

Nick held his thumb down on the first point of the tattoo, like a mic button.

He chuckled.

"You're my cock-hungry stepmom. You get soaking wet every time you see me. All you want is to suck me, fuck me, and make me cum as often as possible."

The gem glowed red.

Command accepted.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. That's real."

Still... his heart pounded harder than it should.

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He got home an hour later.

Aubrey was on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine with one leg tucked under her. She wore a loose tank top with no bra -- and it showed. Her nipples pressed against the thin cotton, round and firm, and when she shifted, the fabric slid just enough to reveal the underside of her tits.

She glanced up.

"Hey, birthday boy. How was it?"

"Fine," Nick said, trying not to stare. "You look... comfy."

She smiled. "Just relaxing."

Nick moved to the kitchen, pretending to grab water. But when he returned to the living room, he paused. Aubrey was staring at him. Hard.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded too quickly. "Yeah. I just..." She licked her lips. "You look different today."

Nick froze. His cock twitched.

Aubrey sat up straighter. Her breathing changed -- shallow, soft. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, slowly, biting her lip.

It was subtle... but she looked like she was getting turned on just looking at him.

No way.

He sat beside her.

She leaned in.

"Do you want your birthday present?" she whispered.

Nick blinked. "What kind of present?"

"Whatever you want," she purred, fingers grazing his thigh.

Holy fuck.

It worked.

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She slid to her knees between his legs, moving slow and deliberate, her eyes wide and dreamy. Her hands shook as they undid his belt, and when she pulled his cock out, she gasped.

"Oh... baby..."

Her lips parted. Her tongue slid out and traced the head, slowly.

Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Wet heat engulfed him. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she moaned softly, bobbing her head. Nick groaned as spit began to drip down her chin and onto his balls. Her eyes looked up, watery and hungry.

He grabbed her hair, guided her, watched her take more, deeper, until her throat clenched and she gagged -- but didn't stop. She loved it. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in the way she choked, moaned, and drooled on herself.

She pulled off with a gasp. "Can I swallow it?" she whispered. "Please? Let me be your good girl..."

Nick tapped the app again, opened her profile.

He adjusted a few sliders:

• Breasts: +1 cup size

• Ass: +10% rounder

• Lips: plumper, glossier, better for sucking cock

He hit "Apply."

Aubrey shuddered. He watched her body change in front of him -- her tits swelling, her ass curving out, her lips softening into perfect pornstar fullness.

She moaned.

"You're so fucking sexy now," he growled.

"I'll do anything you want," she begged. "Use me."

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He pulled her onto the couch, stripped her top off, and grabbed her tits -- full, heavy, soft. He sucked on them, bit her nipples while she moaned and ground her pussy against him.

Her shorts came off easily -- no panties -- and she was soaked. Dripping wet.

He slapped her ass, bent her over the arm of the couch, and pressed his cock between her folds.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I'm your stepmom slut," she moaned. "Your toy. Your cock sleeve. Your cum dump--"

He shoved inside her.

She screamed. Clutched the couch. Thrust back against him like an animal in heat.

He fucked her hard -- hair in one hand, hips in the other, pounding her as she begged for more.

"Please don't stop," she cried. "I want it all. I need your cum. Inside me--"

He groaned, slammed deep, and emptied himself inside her.

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She collapsed face down, breathing hard, her ass red from spanking, her pussy still twitching.

Nick pulled out and admired the view: his stepmom, fucked silly, cum leaking down her thighs.

She turned and smiled, dazed and satisfied.

He looked down at his arm.

One gem glowing. Four left.

And now, he knew it was real.