The Academy Grind

Admonished and humbled, John hurried along the normal morning process, stashing his dirty clothes into the duffel bag in his inventory and being prepared for what he hoped would be a simply... reshuffled day. "Fuck that bitch!" Oddly enough, he wasn't the one most upset about it. Fairy pouted and spat as she hovered about, kicking over an eraser on his desk in her tiny show of non-destructive rage. "It bad enough I'm stuck here being your little fetch-bitch, but I'm not going to watch you get trampled because some big-wigs don't like what we're... what you're about!" John said nothing, buttoning his shirt as he stared into the tiny mirror on his drawer chest. She sat on his shoulder, whispering as she stared at him through the reflection. "Hell, I bet they're just scared of your power." John sighed, and began the skill for Dismissal. "Oh, so you're just going to silence me too, huh? Are you just going to lay down and take it then, maybe bend over nice and let 'Missus Wentworth'," she went on, with a mocking voice, "be your own private Vanessa Hawthorne. Yeah, I said it: you're just looking to get pegged yourself, huh? At this rate you're just a pissant version of Fra-"

John grimaced as she vanished, and he fixed his sleeve while contemplating her words. How was he going to be get free with these boots on his throat? He couldn't even figure out what his Civics/History teacher was doing, and he hadn't a clue what the Brighton master was in the hierarchy of the Wardens, or how much stronger than his daughter he might be. My Emerald and Ruby Weapons, those two... John smirked at that: he was one of his few friends who actually beat them in what was, for him, that retro JRPG. Right, he couldn't be satisfied with just a canon ending of having cool powers, getting laid, or being something as mundane as popular. John straightened the collar of his button-down shirt, and gave his reflection far more attention than he used to. I have to beat this Game... completely.

New Quest: Defeat a powerful foe!
Defeat an enemy at least five levels higher than you.
Rewards: +2,000XP, +5 stat points, one magical item with three properties, +10 rare crafting materials

With a confident "hmph!", he accepted.

The bus had arrived just as he ran out the door, and he jumped onto it with his empty book bag on his shoulder (lest people start asking where how he carries his supplies). But waiting for him, alone, was none other than the avatar of Fairy's ridicule.

Vanessa Hawthorne
Lvl 6 Cheerleader
<Bitch Queen>
HP: 50/50
Status Effects: Aroused (One Heart)
Relationship: -109

She managed to look more angry than aroused, and the bizarre absence of Frank likely had something to do with it. Much to John's disdain, hers was also the only seat with any space left. His brow furrowed. His days of hoping to go unnoticed by his bullies were over... but he noted the uptick in her opinion of him. A look around the room with awareness told him that it was global effect: his fellow Academy students, normally with dismal relationship scores, were now hovering nearly up to zero! His Charisma had more than doubled since the last time he checked, he realized. But if even Vanessa's is up-

She looked up, noticed John at last, and twisted her face in hate. -132. Well, shit. Smugly he walked up and plopped down next to her before her outburst (-162) could get him to reconsider. "Don't sit next to me, loser!" After living with Fairy for over 24 hours, John didn't so much as flinch. Her RS dipped another 20 points when she realized he wasn't going to move... and she couldn't have realized the purpose of his silence: with his newly empowered reduce body, he shrunk her vaginal tunnel by a fifth. Hopefully it hurt next time she-

"Hhhhhnng!" She buckled, her hands diving to her crotch before she withdrew them for the sake of grace. Her clenched fists shivered, and her legs parted slightly as if to relieve herself there on the bus chair. What the Hell...? When he was sure no one was paying anymore mind, he opened his bag... and opening a portal inside, tunneled a small hole just before her crotch. Pulling a flashlight from his adventuring gear, he flashed it in and... well, he wasn't disappointed: bereft of one toy, she had brought another: a vibrator crammed into her cunt and, now, stretching her panties with the tightness of her pussy trying to spit the oversized toy out. Well, he couldn't leave her like this, could he? Huffing, she all but growled at him. "I told you... to get out of-"

John used acquisition, targeting the only thing he wanted. With her attention fully on him, his inventory predictably ticked up one as he added a second pair of her panties to his collection. Without the taut sling that kept it in line, a slimy 'pop' burped audibly as the vibrator was launched a small distance, bounced on the seat's edge, and clattered wetly to the floor. Only a few turned to regard the vibrating taps against the floor, expecting a phone or some such... and John did their best to look just as surprised. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she dove between her legs. "S-Shit, no-"

The bus slowed for a red light, and the vibrating toy clattered towards the front of the bus, tapping one girl's shoe as she squealed her "eew!" while the glistening vibrator turned and rolled into the walkway between seats. Slowly they all turned to Vanessa after her earlier outburst... and her tearful red face was just the pick-me-up John was looking for. Quietly she turned to the bus window, eager to forget the witnesses surrounding her. But John still had plenty of bus ride ahead of them... and plenty of mana. Another acquisition, and her fat breasts fell loose in her shirt. She shifted, too absorbed in her humiliation to notice that... but she more than noticed when he augmented those same tits.

CRIT! 40% increase!

Gamer's luck lvl2, passive

Shit, I forgot about Gamer's luck-

"What- what what what-!" Vanessa Hawthorne was always a bombshell blond, as curvaceous as she was rich and bitchy. Her breasts were D's that she swore were C's to taunt the less fortunate cheerleaders... and at just under 480CCs of breast, her 32Ds exploded into "small" 32Fs. Terrified, she clutched her body, alarmed at the swollen sweater puppies that now yearned for freedom from her shirt (worn tight before for her image, and now being unbearably so).

Perhaps he had gone too far... No. It's not about playing anymore. That's right... at this rate, he'd just have to keep dealing with Frank and Vanessa as they were: spreading rumors about him, bullying him, and whatever else their friends did to make his life a bit harder. It's about winning. "Vanessa, we should talk."

"What..." She seemed too afraid to even manage an insult, but on seeing that the bus was once again paying her mind, she snapped at him again. "Why are you even talking to me like you know me, dork? I'll tell Frank-" Her distraction served: using acquisition, John slipped Frank's (or rather, her) old buttplug straight from his inventory and into her purse.

John had fantasies about this scheme since acquiring the wretched toy, but until now he hadn't dared consider going for it. "Frank doesn't care about you. Do you know how much he made fun of the control you think you have?"

Vanessa stared at him, stunned. He stared back... and used augment emotion twice: a 20% boost to her trust of him, and a 20% reduction in her trust of Frank. With that, his mana was left in the single digits... making caution a necessity for the rest of the bus ride. Her Relationship only ticked up five points, which didn't bode well.

"What did you say?"

"Him and I share kind of a weird friendship," he casually whispered, "so I've kept his secrets until now, but... well, I was already uncomfortable with how he was leading you on, but some of the things he said lately, and how he bragged about it? He even gave me your, um... toy... as a kind of trophy. He even said he was going to pretend he lost it to fuck with you... I snuck it back to you in your purse, just so no one would notice." The flurry of information washed over her as she tried her best to look natural while cradling her new tits. He watched as she checked her purse - far as it was from him - and as her body locked up on seeing the lost buttplug. And here I thought I'd never find a use for that thing...

He meditated quietly as she remained stunned, and finding himself impatient blew away 60 of his hp to gain half as much mana with equilibrium. As he sighed away the pain, she finally decided to speak without looking at him. "He told me he had to go to the emergency room after having to pry out the last one..."

John cringed as realized his hand in that. "That could be true-"

"Shut up," she spat as she turned to stare daggers, her Relationship score fluctuating madly... until her eyes noticed the massive rod in his pant leg.

Truth be told, John almost didn't notice it himself (he's been hard since he stared at her soaked muff), but he stroked it now while using an iron will to look her in the eye, even as gaps opened in her shirt from being over capacity. "Look, Vanessa, I can be on your side in this... and if you want, we can talk about getting back at him."

Relationship Score: -39

That would do. Vanessa looked away, and considered her options. "What could you even do to him?"

"We can talk about it more in private," he whispered. Summoning a notebook and pen from his inventory, he quickly wrote his phone number and passed it to her, which proved the end of their conversation. When she didn't take it, he sought to use his last bit of restored mana for one more augment emotion, and took a moment to consider what he could target that definitely had a strong starting value to magnify... and targeted her desire for **** on Frank.

She snapped the paper from his hands, and ignored him for the entire rest of the day. This struck him as fine, as he had some pop-ups to attend to:

Achievement unlocked! "Cry Me a River"!
You've helped drive a wedge between two lovers. Are you sure you know what you're doing?
+1 CHA

New Quest! "The King of the Bitch"
Have Vanessa Hawthorne submit to you!
+5 CHA
+5 LIB
500XP
Optional: "Thrones & Bastards"
Impregnate Vanessa Hawthorne!
+sperm become immune to most anti-sperm contraceptives
+300% sperm lifespan

What the Hell? John's goals aligned well with the quest's normal goal... but get her pregnant? Could he even survive such a fate? Did it count if she got an abortion? Was he ready to be a father? The last one was a fairly sensible "no"... but John still hit ACCEPT. The world was full of possibilities, after all.

With some progress made in his school life, John saw little reason to exert himself in class. He used every opportunity to meditate, regenerating his health and mana, and experimenting with equilibrium to bring his bars to a balanced level. Vanessa had vanished for the rest of the day it seemed, perhaps to purchase another line of underwear (or see a doctor about her massive breast growth), and he only rarely caught glimpses of Moira. To his disappointment, and then growing worry after talking to Wentworth, he hadn't seen even a hair of Tricia. She had to be safe, right? He pushed it to the back of his mind and decided he'd try to reach out to her after school. While he dreaded art class for the inevitable apologies and lies, he was more anticipating his lunch break... and the opportunity to use his powers in plain sight. As he had been warned, it seemed the daytime in the Academy was fine for magic; he spat the occasional, five-percent augment here or there, eventually leveling both skills to 4, telemancy to 4, and improving the attributes of total strangers to look for a reaction. When none came, he dared what he truly wanted: he got his lunch when the hour finally came, and fled into June Summers' classroom.

As predicted, it was empty... and locked. Looking around to find if anyone was watching the halls, he tucked himself into a nearby corner and blinked into the classroom, a sensation that still surprised him when he popped into existence at the destination. Sure of his solitude, he summoned Fairy anew, who crossed her arms and stared daggers at him. "I'm going to-"

"I know what you're going to do, dumbass," she snapped. With a sigh, she continued, "I get your daily activities as a livefeed in the temple."

"Livefeed? Like, a television?"

"Yeah... huge, too, and in 4K... not that there's much else to do in that barren wasteland, except maybe wait for you to fill it with nerdy shit. It is the meat between your ears, after all." His very own mental bachelor pad, huh? John's eager smile left Fairy ever more crestfallen. "Let's just get this over with..."

John checked the door to ensure it was still locked. Alright, next door is a chemistry lab... so if I just go into the art supply closet... He slunk into the very same and eyed the narrow patch of wall at its back, the only surface not covered in shelves or easels. Focusing on parsing the false reality, he imagined a false wall that would slide back and to the left, allowing passage to any who knocked three times into some version of the second floor of the Academy's main building, starting at the lab next door... and once the mana registered as spent, he proceeded to knock.

The panel slid away as promised, and beyond, somewhere, waited his first enemies from the Abyss. Slipping on his bracers, and daring his regular clothes, John stepped through the portal, with Fairy following closely behind.