No. Yes. Maybe?

John was in deep contemplation. His short-term goal of level 10 was drawing ever nearer, and the appearance of a level 50 master monk was unsettling. What would his next goal be? Level 50? Higher? Lower? How long would it take? Other than that, John had gained lightning abilities. Seemingly just through sheer will and contact. His mind was spinning.

Then his aura flared to life around him. It glowed mostly with its usual flickering flame effect, but in some places looked more like waves in an ocean of energy. Every few seconds an arc of lightning blinked through his aura, a few inches of red electricity sprinting down the length of his arm or leg.

John tore his eyes away from his new captivating aura to find the stupid monster he would have to kill so he could leave the instant dungeon he was in. He scanned the subway car. It was empty on his half, with him sitting in the corner seat. The other half held four people. Three guys and a girl. They all had red auras. John guessed that they were fire mages of some kind. The guys stood and the girl sat. The guys were huddled together, seemingly talking. The girl stared at him with wide eyes. John cast observe.

Guild-Pyromancers

Fire Mage gang for students that go to Firesmith. No summoners. Only pure fire manipulation. Eight members.

He frowned. He stared into the girl’s eyes menacingly. She gasped. The guys looked at her, then looked at him questioningly.

“Yo, you can read auras too?”

John didn’t answer. He cast observe on the girl.

Level 3 Firesmith Student

“Of course he can read auras, dipshit. How else would he know that we got him in a barrier?”

The guys started bickering amongst themselves. Too? Why’d they sound surprised? I guess not everyone can. I’m also guessing she can, since she’s still in a trance.

John stood up, lighting his hands on fire. The guys stopped their mild infighting. They smiled at him.

“That’s some dope shit, bro. Your fire’s pretty hot. Wanna join up with us?”

Join the Pyromancers?

Accept Decline

John hit decline, and disguised the movement as him pointing at the one who had offered him membership. A fireball gathered at his fingertip, then blasted at him. The Pyromancer held his hand up, trying to catch it, but flew back and hit the back of the cart. The other two’s reactions were priceless. John cast Call Summon. Ignis, howling, manifested in a blazing tornado in the center of the car, melting two poles. The guys scampered backwards in fear. The girl was still paralyzed. John pointed five more fireballs in their general direction, using each of his fingertips on his right hand. He didn’t fire them. Instead, he said this:

“Let me out, or else.”

The barrier began to shatter slowly, pieces of reality coming into view. John cast dismiss summon, and dismissed his flames and fireballs. The scorch marks and melted metal slowly returned to match reality. The Pyromancers were huddled together in the corner opposite of where John was sitting when they trapped him. He felt kind of bad for them. Only kind of. He got off on the next stop and parkoured his way home, avoiding one more instant dungeon.

His mom wasn’t home. John decided that the best he could do was try and fuck Omorfia back into consciousness. The thought was a bittersweet one. Sex? Sweet. **** partner? Not so sweet. His fault that she was ****? Bitter. His fault because he fucked her too hard? Not so bitter. Needless to say, his thoughts were a storm of conflicted feelings as he thrust in and out of her.

The sun was setting. The sky was painted a warm orange, with some clouds catching bits of pink and purple. Quick, gasped moaning echoes down a hallway. Wet rubbing sounds can be heard at the door to a room. Pleasure whines escape the mouth of a girl. She’s about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her eyes are screwed shut in pleasure. Her hands work her pussy furiously, one pumping two fingers as deep as she can reach and the other frantically teasing her clit. Her straight black hair was matted to her sweaty forehead. Her C cup breasts heaved with her every breath. Her back arched as she lay on her bed, her fifth climax growing nearer. Her breaths came in faster huffs, her body shaking. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as waves of burning orgasmic pleasure rolled through her and she collapsed back onto the bed.

I need to change my sheets again. What a hassle.

She took a few minutes to regain her breath.

At least I live alone. I don’t think I could have held back. He was just so manly. And his power, I could feel it across the room.

She took a deep breath. “I have to see him again. The Elementalist.”

Omorfia gained a level. That was good enough progress for John, as depressingly minimal as it was. He had also gained two endurance points. It was four in the morning. John had taken a break from boning his Nymph to go downstairs and assure his mother that he did well at orientation when he heard her open the front door. Now, he debated whether to grind his new spells or do some sort of physical training to up his strength stat.

Glass cannon… I kind of like the sound of that. But I’m still pretty weak. I’m just glass. I need to build up some health or else I won’t survive long enough to develop a good size cannon. Push-ups it is I guess.

John groaned as he positioned himself in the center of his room. He started doing push-ups. Five down. Ten down. Fifteen down. Sixteen down. Seventeen. Barely twenty. John laid on his floor, panting.

Ding.

Achievement Unlocked! Weak: Attempted train your body but failed.

+2 Strength

+1 Endurance

Motivated, John started again. Twenty down. Thirty down. Forty down.

It was six thirty a.m. John had gained four more strength stat points. His biceps were noticeably more toned. He was now able to do a hundred push-ups without getting tired. He felt great. He stood by his alarm clock, ready for it to ring and bring him a new quest.