Photograph Subject (Full Body or Clear Face Recommended), they will become your plaything
The cold rain had soaked through your jacket, the dim, flickering neon of the alleyway casting long, distorted shadows. You were just cutting through to avoid the crowded main street when something sleek and black clattered onto the wet pavement. Your hand darted out instinctively, closing around the discarded smartphone. It was new, pocketing it quickly, you hurried home.
Back in the dry, stark light of your apartment, you examined the phone. No passcode. The screen lit up to reveal a shockingly clean interface, no photos, no messages, no social media. Just the default apps… and one glaring anomaly. Nestled amongst the calculator and calendar was an icon that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb of deep blue light.
Male Body Manipulator App: Ecchi Edition. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down your spine. What the?
Your heart hammered against your ribs as you opened it. The screen blacks out. For three thunderous heartbeats, nothing then... a large viewfinder dominated the screen, ready to capture an image. Below it were menus. Each menu pulsed faintly. A flashing "!" icon led to INSTRUCTIONS.
CONGRATULATIONS, MASTER. YOU HOLD ULTIMATE DOMINION 🔊
CAPTURE: Photograph Subject (Full Body or Clear Face Recommended), they will become your plaything.
MANIPULATE men to your heart's content
TAMPER with them freely...
BREAK THEM. THEY EXIST FOR YOUR PLEASURE.
It read like a madman's manifesto fused with technical documentation. Absolute control. The power to turn any man into your personal toy. The depravity was staggering… and undeniably intoxicating.