Aaron Kang, the most normal guy ever, really. No, seriously.

Profile: Boyfriend -- Hard +2, Hot +2, Cool -1, Control -1
Moves: Fucking Huge -- Gets +12 against women with hug -- wait what do you mean that's not a choice? Fine, +1 to Hard, Super Power -- Path to Pussy! When Aaron visualizes a goal and asks himself how to achieve that goal with optional sub-objectives, he gets a mental list of steps to accomplish that goal successfully. Strangely, the power only works if the goal involves Aaron having sex with someone. Well, at least that's what Aaron knows and is willingly accepting. There's not much more incentive to experiment, after all. (Note: This has absolutely no effects on anything. This is just for fluff. Actually, just use this to explain the free point to Hot.)

Note to readers: Hey, guys, readers, girls, etc feel free to comment on where you want the story to go or ideas on how to fuck somebody or even where to put your dick in someone.

It was the year 298, almost 17 years from when I first came here, dropped in the middle of the Sack of King's Landing of all places. Granted, I was able to rescue the most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms from their unfortunate fates and was able to survive for the next years, allowing you to experience this beautiful moment. Before me were the two blonde Lannisters, Genna and Cersei, aunt and niece, lying on top of one another, putting their slut tongues to work incestuously licking each other, and driving their tasty, I would know, cunts into one another's. To the left and right of me were twelve more beautiful specimens of womanhood, Daenerys Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen on your right, and Arianne, Elia, and all eight of the Sand Snakes on your left with all of them engaged in incestuous battles of tongues in extremely close quarters. There were even more women making out behind you, with all the women in the inner circle around you being the ladies of the Great Houses of Westeros and ev---

"Ten minutes left, people!"

Oh right, you were suppose to be writing an ICE today, not fantasizing about fucking your imaginary harem of the women of Westeros. You gaze at the clock. Crap, I only have ten minutes left. Now this is a predicament and any other person would be hyperventilating at this point, whether they were jacking themselves off or panicking about the deadline. Luckily, you were not like any other person. You, are very special snowflake. After all, who else in the world has the ability to obtain a path to victory so long as victory involved sex? This ICE counted for 10% of your overall grade meaning you had objective to accomplish or rather a sub-objective to accomplish along the way to sexy times. All you needed was a target. Luckily, or unluckily, you only had a limited amount of targets available as the teacher allowed the students who finished early to go do whatever.

You would've been doing whatever if you had not dozed off the whole of class. Sadly, your choice of nightlife did not allow for much sleep to be gained during, well, the night or anytime at all not that you think about it.

More on topic though, is the selection of who you want to fuck. Or get a handjob from if you're feeling tame today. There's, most obviously, your teacher who, if you recall correctly, has a reputation of being able to suck and fuck two football teams at the same time -- or it was two golf players, you never got the details -- ,the girl in the front left corner of the seating arrangement who you're pretty sure is erasing an awful lot of things -- pff, nerd -- ,the slim, beautiful and elegant slacker sitting right behind you -- you had been getting the full brunt of her very sexy perfume coming off of her -- or the trashy blonde trash -- yeah, you're fairly certain she's trashy, but she's rumoured to be a good lay -- who playing on her phone in the farthest right seat in the back row.