Master P.C: The Revenge
Copyright© 2025 by VeX_1138
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - Beaten nearly to death, an average teenage boy is mysteriously given access to a program he can use to manipulate any human--including himself--physically, mentally, or emotionally. While he is nearly recovered from his beating, Jack plots his revenge against those who nearly killed him, those who helped them get away with it, and also decides to have some fun along the way. Please read the 'Foreword' for more information on the codes.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Cousins MaleDom Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Size Revenge Slow Violence
Over the course of the following week, Jack did quite a bit of research regarding Jessica’s high school and looked through a lot of the last few years of local Midland news. He found nothing out of the ordinary.
He also used the app to help him convince his parents to let him leave for a day so he could drive to Midland. He invited Jess to come with him for a quick visit home, but she wasn’t home sick quite yet and was far more interested in her internship and apartment hunting.
He also found the time to fuck Mandy a few more times during the week. She wanted to see more of him, but he also knew from talking to her that she needed to focus on school and an upcoming tennis tournament this weekend.
Friday, he left in the morning and drove to Midland. Other than Matthew giving him access to MPC, the new house, and the knowledge that he didn’t really have to worry about money ever again, the only other thing he regrettingly would admit that he appreciated and came to him because of the painful beating that nearly killed him was his new car.
Sure, he got around in the old Corolla, but it wasn’t very nice. His parents had good jobs and they lived an average middle-class lifestyle. But the money meant a new house in a nicer neighborhood--that technically he owned--and a new car. Jack had struggled with spending the money because he thought of it as blood money.
While he was in the hospital, the settlement had been negotiated and Jack wasn’t happy about it. He discussed his feelings with his parents and his dad pointed out, “If you think of it as blood money, remember, it’s your blood. This money means your medical bills are paid for, your future is paid for, we can move to a nicer area. If you want to think of it as blood money, you can. But it’s your blood.”
Jack didn’t like it. But his father was right.
Once the settlement had been finalized, his parents started looking for a new house, one that wasn’t in their current neighborhood--specifically in their current school district. When they found one, they took him to visit it and that’s when they told him it would be his house, that is, he would own it. It was his settlement, his money, so if they bought it with his money, it would be his.
Obviously, they’d live in it, they weren’t going to stop being his parents. That was a whole other argument. They eventually convinced him. They kept the old house, they’re renting it and they gave the income to Jack. It was like they were renting the new house from him.
And actually, legally, they were. They had a rental agreement and everything. Someday, his parents would probably sell the old house, buy a house of their own, and he’d sell the new house and buy an actual house of his own choosing. He originally didn’t think they needed to be so overly complicated. But his parents really couldn’t have afforded this place on their own.
They’d explained it. They didn’t want to take his money. But they did want to take him away from that old neighborhood, and this house was very nice, in a great school district, and still within a reasonable distance of their jobs.
His parents hadn’t exactly insisted he buy a new car. But they think he should buy something newer, with more safety features. And while his new car was a decade newer, it had still been slightly used, someone had leased it for a year and put about twenty-four thousand miles on it.
But it was practically brand new. He’d stuck with Toyota, but it was GR Supra. Fast, stylish, and still reasonable for a teenager to drive. He knew there were rich kids out there actually driving cars that cost more than what his parents made in a year--combined. Even though Jack could afford a car like that, he was far too practical to actually buy something that flashy.
The drive to Midland was uneventful. Jack stopped for lunch at a retro 50’s style diner in Abilene that was across the street from a High School. He figured the place had good food because a lot of the students seemed to opt for it, traffic slowing as a stream of them crossed the street.
As he sat down in their crowded dining room, Jack decided to test something out. He ramped his pheromone release to maximum while he sat at the counter and ate his burger. When he first entered, the other diners, almost all teenagers, were all relatively calm and quietly behaving themselves.
Jack guessed that the school’s open campus policy probably was dependent on their good behavior--especially here, right across the street.
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