How to peek like a Gamer

This was hard. And he wasn't even talking about his dick, because that was hard as well. Vanessa sat behind him, ready to rub her clit or do whatever to herself to his words, while he could neither look or hear anything. Even worse, the constant loud souds in his ears made it hard to even concentrate on what he had to tell.

"You better start talking or I will shove this roll of toilet paper up your ass and send you running over the schoolyard with it still inside." Vanessas voice said, after she stopped the song, but before he could even answer, she started it again. Damn it. If only he could do something about that thing...

Wait. He could. It was risky as hell but he could. He had a skill for this. Hacking. Yes, he had said he would never use it, let it stay at level 1 for all eternity, because of the risk that it alarmed the police, but this was a different scenario. If it succeeded, he could not only get out of this situation without humiliation, he could even hear her masturbate. So why not help it?

Mana infused Gamer's Luck!

Mana infused Hacking!

He used both skills almost directly after each other, making sure the first one would improve the chances of the second one not blowing up in his face. While using it, he focussed on her phone and what he wished for it to do. First, stop playing the music, but keep showing the screen as if it were. Second, start recording everything that happened. Third, send that recording to his computer at home.

Hacking successfull!

Skill Level up, Gamer's Luck, Level 2

Higher crit chance, better chance of success in random events

Modifier Level up, Mana infused ~, Level 2

Stronger effects or reduced costs. For details to each used skill, see the skill description menu.

All those were nice to know, but not what he needed right now. What he needed was the sound he started to hear from behind him. Namely the unzipping of a tight jeans, and shortly followed by the sound of wet fingers entering a tight wet hole. She was not holding back a bit.

John started to tell his story. Of course not the truth, that would be stupid. No, in this version, Frank roughed him up, threw him around, pulled down his pants and spanked him. It was a weird experience for John to talk about how he was molested and almost ****. It sure helped him to constrain his boner.

The counterside was Vanessa, who started to moan halfway through. It took all his willpower not to turn around as that happened, as supposely he was still not hearing anything due to the song (not) playing.

He made longer pauses, letting Vanessa get hotter and hotter. He knew that his presence alone was made sure that in her fantasy, it was not Frank that got to fuck her. It was him. She probably didn't want it to be him. She wanted it to be the rough and tall hero that beat him up, but she had ****. He could see it in front of his inner eye already.

In her fantasy, she was standing right next to the scene of Frank beating him. She took of her shirt and stated that her melons were 'the reward for good behaviour' and offered them for both of them to see. After another kick, she went forward, willing to press her body against her boyfriend, only to find her thoughts wander afar, so now she was pressing her tits against Johns chest.

Confused reordering would put him aside again, only to make him appear behind her, his hands on her tits as well as between her legs, rubbing the spot she was filling herself in reality. No willpower on earth would make it possible for her not to think about fucking him, and he knew it. And he counted on it.

For the last time, John only said one line every half minute or so, not wanting to disrupt Vanessas fantasy. She didn't seem to mind, not even as he started to let his story go into the even weirder areas. In his story, both he and Frank were currently in their boxers, where Frank was pulling his down. Sure, if Vanessa would think about this for more than two seconds, she would know that there was no way this actually happened. But he knew that she could not think about it.

Then John made a fatal mistake.