Literature Class.

Dull. That was the one word to describe everything his first class was. Mrs Flung was a 60-year-old woman that was not sexy at all and looked dull. She taught the subject of traditional English literature that was, most of the time, dull. The book they were speaking about today was about the bombardments of the Nazis and spoke about how the grey of the clouds were a good sign as rain meant that the planes wouldn’t come. An interesting topic but Mrs Flung managed to make that dull as well as she pulled every last detail from every sentence.

John passed the time by using Observe on everyone in the classroom, especially the hot girls, of which there were plenty. From his spot, next to the window at the back of the class very few noticed his intense starring. Halfway through his class members the skill levelled up.

Observe Lvl 2: Now reveals how friendly a person is towards you.

Interesting, but also pretty sobering. He looked at the hot girls in his class again and none of them were higher than 10 on a scale that went from -200 to 200. The few that were above 0 were known as the generally nice girls, so they probably had even higher score with everyone else.

John sighed silently. That was the fate of people that kept to themselves and played videogames all day. If you never socialize of course other people won’t like you that much. Seems like masturbating would be his only solace in the near future.

He looked outside the window. There was not much use in spending attention to class. He had read the book already and with his high intellect he would be able to recollect most or all of the question Mrs Flung could fling at him anyway. She knew that, he knew that, he usually got a perfect grade in this class and they both moved on with their life.

From where he sat he had a good look at the school’s courtyard, including the large sports field. As it was summer and one of the indoor halls was currently closed for renovations multiple classes were currently on the field, running laps, playing soccer or doing some athletics.

What he wouldn’t give to look at the young ladies down there, working up a sweat as their bodies heated up in the sun that was slowly rising to the horizon. Their white shirts slowly becoming transparent but still running as their breasts swayed with every step of their long, sultry legs and…

Okay this was getting out of hand. Something else wanted to try and get out of his pants. He breathed slowly to try and calm his rising erection. Now horny within this very dull class John ogled outside of the window again. I mean sure, the girls in here were hot but they were sitting, out their they wore hot pants and ran around. If only there was a way to watch them.

Wait, maybe there was a way to watch them? He had gotten some weird magical powers after all, might as well try if he could create another skill. He concentrated on his eyes as he stared out the window, imagining them to suddenly become better. As he did he stared on one’s girls arse.

She stuck it high into the air as she waited for the signal to start running. He could vividly imagine how it slowly pulled between her butt cheeks. ‘How much I would love to be that piece of cloth right now’ His mind enviously side tracked.

New Skill gained: Possession Lvl 1:

Allows the caster to take control of an inanimate object. Costs 10 MP at the activation and 1 MP for every 10 seconds after the initial 10.

Not what he had planned but this should work at well. Actually, now that he thought about it this was even better. If he took control of a girls pants he was as close to her as he could ever hope to be. He peeked over to his mana bar. Only 15 MP. Figured, he used Observe a lot of times. Still that would make for a whole minute of being next to a girl’s arse. He picked a girl with a particularly curvy body and used the spell.

It was a weird experience. His field of view, suddenly distorted, flew through the window and the air between himself and the target. The flight didn’t take a second and then he was the girls pants. Mostly, he still could feel his real body and he was sure that he could shift attention between his current position and his body at will.

He didn’t want to however, he was currently firmly clinging to a very nice arse. His senses worked perfectly and he could look around the girls waistband. He felt the rounding of her butt, the soft juggle when she took a step, the disappointment as he discovered he couldn’t move. It made sense, he was a piece of cloth, but come on god, or whoever is responsible for all of this, all he wanted to do was tease her pussy by slowly slipping upwards.

He would have to live with just hugging this arse. That was a fine deal all in all. While he felt like pressing his face into the soft meat he watched around. Again, the titles were boring and the levels nothing out of the ordinary.

‘Level 4 Sports Fan’ ‘Level 3 Heiress of the candle shop’ ‘Level 5 Closet Pervert’ ‘Level 2 Fat dumb dude’, last of which he envied because he actually got to be down here. Then he stopped envying him as a couple of arseholes started bullying him.

To his surprise somebody stepped in. He knew that girl, she always got on a few stations after him. He hadn’t paid attention in the bus today so he didn’t notice her at all earlier. “Stop that!” the sexy redhead said and as she gave those bullies a piece of her mind John looked at the words that floated above her.

The eyes and mouth of his main body opened wide.

Lady Moira Brighton, Lvl 17

Warden of the Golden Rose

He tried to use observe on her to find out a bit more. It didn’t work and she stopped in her tirade to turn her head in his direction with a confused expression.

“JOHN NEWMAN!” Just as he cancelled the spell the unusual loud voice of Mrs Flung shouted at him. “Y-yes, I am very sorry.” He apologized immediately, he must have zoned out. To his defence he had been at two different places at once and one was a lot more interesting. “Please, read page 175 for the class.”

“Of course.” He flipped through the pages, glancing outside the window for a moment as he did. He could have sworn there was a single person, distanced from the rest of the students and teachers, looking up to him.