The girls both looked at it and giggled. “Yes, we can have that effect on men.”
“Can you wish it would go away?”
Giandi cocked her head. “You don’t want—”
“I’m celibate,” I lied.
Both girls made a face at that. “Why?”
“Please, can you just—” It had been so long since I’d pleaded. So long since I’d even asked for something, really. I wasn’t sure my tone was right. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Please. It’s important to me. Can you wish I could only orgasm once a day? It’s horribly embarrassing.”
Giandi stuck a hand on her hip. “I feel like you’re trying to make me waste all my wishes.”
“No, I’m not. I swear—”
“He is! He’s trying to trick you!” the purple-haired cunt-mouth said.
“You have unlimited wishes,” I gritted.
“Prove it.”
“Make four wishes in a row. I’ll grant them all.”
The stupid, plush-faced poppet stood there and thought, as if wishing were hard. “I wish I was the most beautiful siren in the sea.”
“Granted.”
I hardly noticed her face change, but her friend groaned. “Not fair!”
Giandi grinned. “I wish I had my own palace made out of mother of pearl.”
“Granted.”
The stupid bitch actually gasped when a mother of pearl palace appeared in front of us, resting on top of this trash pile.
“Oh!” her hand flew to her chest and her nipples distracted me again. I tried not to stroke myself and grimaced instead.
“More,” I gestured toward my dick. “Please, more. It hurts.”
“I wish I had a treasure chest full of sand dollars,” the unimaginative wench thought.
“Granted.”
The chest nearly crushed her idiotic toes when it appeared.
“Hey, make a wish for me!”
“I wish Laranda’s hair changed colors!” Giandi giggled.
“Granted.”
The purple-haired girl gasped as her hair flickered through all the colors of the rainbow.
“Now, please,” I begged, smiling desperately, even as I palmed my dick through my pants. “Wish it away.”
Giandi rolled her eyes. “What a waste. I wish you could only orgasm once a day, had a low sex drive, all that.”
Immediately, the pain in my cock subsided. But the happiness didn’t. A stupid grin still stretched across my face. But I could deal with happiness. It was a mere annoyance. I couldn’t deal with the mind-numbing torture of constant, orgasmic happiness.
Giandi turned to Laranda. “What should I wish for next?”
But I reached out and snapped Giandi’s neck. I yanked my ring off the dead twat’s finger and slipped it onto my own. Her friend swam away, but it didn’t matter.
I was myself again. Or close enough. The smile actually felt sincere as I thought about the evil things I’d do to reap revenge. I wouldn’t stop until I’d destroyed everything that fucking shite Bloss loved.
Starting with her little sister.
