Day 3

I woke up alone again, but that suited me well. It was late on Monday morning, and the sun was shining. Nevertheless, I reached for my phone.

{if Porn_cock=True}“Liz, what the hell was that?” I asked.

“Haha! Good morning, Mike!” she replied. “That was quite something to see on Day 2!”

“I don’t get it. I was allocating points and then bam!”

“Well, you discovered a hidden achievement, Mike. When you increased your length above seven and already had six or more in girth, stamina and sex skills, you unlocked the PORN COCK bonus. Congratulations!”

“Hah, if I had known that, I would have done it immediately,” I replied.

“Sure. It’s not always the best solution, though, let me tell you that. Most men who focus on penis size first, fail the game. You need to have some of the other skills above a certain level, too. Otherwise you end up with a large cock and no woman.”{else}"Hello, Liz!"

"Hello, Mike. Nicely done!"

"Thanks, it was fun. I think that's the most fun sex I've had ever."

"Looked like it! She had a good time too."{endif}

“Anyway, stud,” Liz said, “it’s Day 3 and here is your current score. It's pretty good!”

She brought up the table view:

Intelligence: {Intelligence}/10
Charisma: {Charisma}/10
Confidence: {Confidence}/10
Coolness: {Coolness}/10
Fitness: {Fitness}/10
Looks: {Looks}/10
Sex skills: {Sex_skills}/10
Stamina: {Stamina}/10
Cock length: {Cock_length}/10
Cock girth: {Cock_girth}/10
Cum production: {Cum_production}/10

{if Porn_cock=True}I noticed how the “cum production” stat had risen to {cum production}, probably due to my significantly bigger balls. That had to be why I literally hosed down Eva in the end, yesterday.{endif}

“By the way, your calendar app keeps nagging you about an exam or something. She's so annoying. You better take a look, Mike.”

My final quantum mechanics exam! I looked at the time. Already 11:40. Too late. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I needed that exam to graduate. I was in huge trouble.

Wait.

“Liz, please show the profile for Miss Benson.”

“I’m going to need a first name there, Mike,” she replied.

“Tara! Tara Benson.”

“Searching!” Liz said, “OK, here she is.”

“Tara Benson, Professor of Physics, 39 years old. Married, no kids. No STDs. Very interested in string theory. Rat-“

“Thanks!” I said.

It was my only shot.

I quickly sacrificed two points from coolness, maxed out my intelligence, and ran as fast as I could to campus.

You don’t have to be cool to pass a quantum mechanics exam.