Jason Walker had always believed that money made the world go round. At thirty-two years old, he'd
spent his entire adult life chasing the almighty dollar—working eighty-hour weeks as a corporate
consultant, investing aggressively, and climbing the ladder with ruthless efficiency. He'd sacrificed
relationships, health, and happiness all for the promise of wealth and the women that came with it. His
apartment was a testament to his success: a penthouse overlooking the city, filled with expensive
furniture he never had time to enjoy.
But none of that mattered now.
The semi-truck had come out of nowhere on that rainy Tuesday evening. Jason had been crossing the
street, phone pressed to his ear as he negotiated yet another deal, when the world exploded intoscreeching tires and blinding headlights. There was a moment—just a fraction of a second—where he felt
the impact, and then... nothing.
Or rather, not nothing. Something.
Jason opened his eyes to find himself standing in what could only be described as an impossibly vast
office. The walls stretched upward into infinity, lined with shelves containing what appeared to be golden
coins, gemstones, and ledgers bound in leather that shimmered with an otherworldly light. The floor
beneath his feet was polished marble that reflected everything like a mirror, and the air itself seemed to
hum with the sound of distant cash registers and the rustle of currency.
"Welcome, Jason Walker," a voice said, smooth and rich like aged whiskey poured over silk.
Jason spun around to find a figure seated behind an enormous desk carved from what looked like solid
gold. The being was difficult to look at directly—their form seemed to shift between male and female,
young and old, their features never quite settling into one appearance. They wore a suit that cost more
than Jason's penthouse, and their eyes gleamed with the unmistakable glint of someone who understood
the true value of everything.
"What... where am I?" Jason asked, his voice surprisingly steady despite the circumstances. "Am I
dead?"
"Very much so," the figure replied with a smile that was equal parts welcoming and predatory. "That truck
driver was texting his mistress. Ironic, really, given your own proclivities. But yes, Jason Walker, you are
quite dead. And I am the Deity of Commerce and Money in the world of Gerra. You may call me
Mercurio."
Jason's mind raced, processing this information with the same analytical precision he'd applied to
business deals. "Gerra. Another world?"
"Indeed." Mercurio leaned back in their chair, steepling their fingers. "And I've been watching you, Jason.
Your hunger, your greed, your insatiable lust for both money and women—these qualities make you
perfect for what I have in mind."
"Which is?"
"I'm offering you a second chance at life. In my world, Gerra, I need someone to manage a very special
enterprise—a department store that's part of a larger shopping center. But this isn't just any retail
establishment. It's a nexus of commerce, a place where the economy of an entire region can be
influenced and shaped. As you succeed and generate profits, you'll unlock more of the world around you,
expanding your influence and your... opportunities."
Jason felt a familiar thrill run through him—the same sensation he got when closing a major deal. "What's
the catch?"
Mercurio laughed, a sound like coins cascading onto a marble floor. "Smart man. The catch is that you'll
be starting from scratch in a world you don't understand, with a business model that's... unconventional.
But I'm not sending you in unprepared. I'm going to grant you five abilities that will ensure your success—
both in business and in pleasure."
"Pleasure?" Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes. You see, in Gerra, the most successful merchants understand that commerce isn't just about
products and profits. It's about relationships, loyalty, and desire. Your staff will be entirely female, and they
will be... exceptionally devoted to you. These abilities will ensure that devotion, and that you can properly
appreciate and reciprocate it."
Jason felt his pulse quicken. This was sounding better by the moment. "I'm listening."Mercurio stood, and suddenly the office transformed. The walls became transparent, showing glimpses of
a vibrant world beyond—cities with architecture that blended medieval fantasy with modern convenience,
people of various races and species walking streets lined with shops, and in the center of it all, a massive
shopping center that gleamed like a jewel.
"Your first ability," Mercurio began, raising one finger, "is Endless Stamina. You will never tire, never need
sleep unless you choose to, and your body will always be ready for whatever demands are placed upon it
—whether in managing your store or in more... intimate pursuits. You'll be able to work all day and
pleasure your staff all night without ever feeling exhausted."
A golden light flowed from Mercurio's finger and struck Jason in the chest. He gasped as warmth spread
through his entire body, feeling muscles he didn't know he had suddenly thrumming with inexhaustible
energy.
"Second," Mercurio continued, raising another finger, "Limitless Strength and Durability. You'll be able to
lift anything in your store, move any merchandise, and your body will be virtually indestructible. You'll also
find that your... physical attributes... will be enhanced to match. No woman will be too much for you to
handle, no matter how vigorous the activity."
Another beam of golden light, and Jason felt his body transform. He looked down to see his frame
expanding, muscles developing with perfect definition. His chest broadened, his arms thickened with
power, and he could feel his entire physique reshaping into something that would make Greek gods
jealous. He was easily 6'3" now, with a build that was pure Superman—powerful and defined without
being grotesquely oversized.
"Third," Mercurio said, and their smile turned decidedly wicked, "Unstoppable Fertility. This is a passive
ability you can turn on and off at will, but when active, every woman you're intimate with will have an
extremely high chance of conception. Your seed will be potent beyond measure, and the quantity will
never diminish no matter how many times you climax. Additionally, your ejaculate will have an addictive
quality—women will crave the taste, the feel, the experience of receiving it. This will ensure your staff
remains... motivated."
The third beam of light struck lower, and Jason felt a surge of raw, primal power in his groin. He could
sense the change immediately—a virility that was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Fourth," Mercurio continued, "the Scent of the Owner. You will emit a pheromone that affects all women
around you, but especially those in your employ. For your female staff, their attraction to you will
immediately jump to 60% on the scale of desire—meaning they'll be totally into you both physically and
romantically from the moment they meet you. For female customers, it will boost them to 40%, making
them interested and receptive. The scale goes from 0%, which is complete stranger, up to 100%, which is
total obsessive empathic love. Your staff will naturally gravitate toward 70-80% as they spend time with
you, meaning they'll love you wholeheartedly. This scent is subtle but irresistible—they'll find themselves
drawn to you, wanting to be near you, craving your approval and your touch."
The fourth light was different—it seemed to settle over Jason's skin like an invisible cloak, and suddenly
he could smell it himself: a masculine, intoxicating aroma that was part cologne, part natural musk, and
entirely irresistible. It was the smell of power, of virility, of a man who could provide and protect and
pleasure beyond measure.
"And finally," Mercurio said, raising their fifth finger, "Desire and Needs Reader. You'll receive intuitive
hints and cues about what your staff and customers want and need—both in terms of merchandise and in
terms of their personal desires. You'll know when a staff member needs attention, what kind of attention
they crave, and how to satisfy them completely. This will make you not just a successful manager, but an
exceptional lover who always knows exactly what his partners want."
The final beam of light struck Jason's head, and suddenly his perception expanded. He could sense
Mercurio's amusement, their satisfaction with this arrangement, and their genuine belief that Jason would
succeed."These abilities will make you irresistible to your staff and give you the tools to build an empire," Mercurio
said. "But remember—success in Gerra is measured in profits. Every week, your store will generate
revenue, and that revenue will unlock more of the world around you. New departments, new staff, new
opportunities. The shopping center you'll manage is just the beginning. Eventually, you could control the
commerce of entire cities, regions, even nations."
Jason's mind was already racing with possibilities. "When do I start?"
"Right now." Mercurio snapped their fingers, and the office began to dissolve around them. "You'll arrive in
the manager's suite on the third floor of your department store. The third floor serves as living quarters for
you and your staff—it will expand as you hire more women. Your first staff member, Jessica, is already
waiting for you. She's been assigned as your Assistant Manager and your first partner. She lives with you
in the manager's suite, and she's the most dedicated to your pleasure of all your staff. Treat her well,
Jason. She's going to be your right hand in more ways than one."
"Wait," Jason said as the world spun around him, "what about the other staff? How many—"
"You'll start with five," Mercurio's voice echoed as everything went white. "Jessica, Tina, Selene, Rachel,
and Hannah. Each has their own role, their own personality, their own desires. Learn them, satisfy them,
and they'll help you build something extraordinary. Good luck, Jason Walker. Make me proud. Make
yourself rich. And enjoy every moment of it."
The white light consumed everything, and Jason felt himself falling, tumbling through space and time until
—
He landed on his feet in a spacious, luxuriously appointed suite.
Jason took a moment to orient himself, looking around the manager's suite that was now his home. The
space was impressive—easily two thousand square feet of open-concept living. Floor-to-ceiling windows
offered a view of a bustling city that was both familiar and alien, with architecture that blended medieval
stonework with modern glass and steel. The furniture was contemporary and expensive, all clean lines
and rich materials. A massive bed dominated one corner, easily king-sized with posts that reached toward
the high ceiling. A full kitchen occupied another area, and he could see doors leading to what must be a
bathroom and closets.
But what caught his attention most was the woman standing near the windows, her back to him as she
looked out over the city.
"Jessica?" he said, his voice coming out deeper than he remembered, with a rich timbre that seemed to
resonate in the air.
She turned, and Jason felt his breath catch.
Jessica was stunning. She stood about 5'6", with light brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail that showed
off the elegant curve of her neck. Her blue eyes widened as she saw him, and he watched her pupils
dilate with instant attraction. She was wearing what appeared to be a professional but form-fitting outfit—
a white blouse that strained across her DD breasts and a pencil skirt that hugged hips and an ass that
was absolutely spectacular. Her complexion was Caucasian with a healthy tan that made her skin seem
to glow.
But what struck Jason most was her reaction to him. Her nostrils flared slightly as she caught his scent,
and he could see her body respond immediately—her nipples hardening visibly through her blouse, her
lips parting slightly, a flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.
The Scent of the Owner was already working.
"Mr. Walker," she breathed, and her voice was like honey—sweet and thick with sudden desire. "I... I've
been waiting for you. I'm Jessica, your Assistant Manager. I'm here to help you with anything you need.
Anything at all."Jason could feel his new ability, the Desire and Needs Reader, activating. Information flooded his mind—
not in words, but in intuitive understanding. Jessica was attracted to him, powerfully so, but she was also
nervous. She wanted to please him, wanted to prove her worth, wanted to be touched and claimed and
used. She was already at 60% on the attraction scale, just as Mercurio had promised, and that number
was climbing with every second she spent breathing in his scent.
"It's good to meet you, Jessica," Jason said, taking a step toward her. He noticed how his new voice
affected her—the deep, resonant tone making her shiver visibly. "Mercurio told me you'd be here. That
you're my first partner."
"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I live here with you, in the suite. I'm... I'm yours, Mr.
Walker. Completely yours. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'm here to serve you."
Jason closed the distance between them, and he could see her trembling with anticipation. Up close, she
was even more beautiful—her blue eyes were bright with intelligence and desire, her lips full and perfect
for kissing, her body absolutely incredible. He could smell her arousal now, mixing with his own scent to
create an intoxicating combination.
"Call me Jason," he said softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and she
leaned into his touch like a cat seeking affection. "And tell me, Jessica—what do you need right now?"