The Eye of the First Truth

Status Effect: Eye of Gorbachev (Thagimasidas)

The familiar eyelid of a new weapon appeared, and John braced for the worst. The pale shield of flesh peeled open... but beneath it rested not a new eye, bulbous and alien or even ethereal in construction, but a second eyelid, as closed as the first was on appearance. The first then receded into the divide between eye and forehead until it vanished into the flesh like water, and Tricia's normal eyes, glistening and trembling, lost their tension. She looked down to wipe the tears from her face, and an embarrassed, merry giggle cracked from her throat.

Tricia casts the Eye of the First Truth on herself! A calm washes over her.

John watched her shaking stop... and then her hands suddenly shift to cover her breasts and crotch. She offered a serene smile, one without reservations or fear of trembling corners of her lips... a smile John had never been afforded by the Gorbachev.

She opened her mouth, and her eyes seemed distant, as if she were hunting for the words. "... I feel... so..."

"Good?"

"... little," she sighed, but with a smile that betrayed her meaning. "I can... process my thoughts more clearly now... it's almost as if my suit is active, but... warmer. So much warmer..."

John glanced at her qualities. "I think you just finished puberty?"

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean... Gorbachev puberty." She stared at him with only the slightest hint of suspicion. "It was a game quality you had until now! I didn't label it."

"Emotional instability is hardly immaturity," she grumbled, walking towards him with a casual sway.

"I mean, only technicaaaah." John's words trailed off as she nonchalantly grabbed onto his tool and gave it a generous squeeze. She lifted it, and palmed his balls with her other hand as she closed the space between them, pressing his meat between his abs and her belly. "You... uh..."

"I feel so... nominal, now," she whispered, grinning coyly, "that it's almost a tangible departure from my normal function. I can think coherently as I do when suppressed, yet..." She gave him a pump even as his head remained squeezed. "... I am unbelievably aroused."

The mood took him easily enough. "Even after last night? Even after everything we just went through...?"

"I too am surprised, but I still want you... you-" she whispered... and then paused mid-sentence. Her nose wrinkled. She gave an alarmed sniff, and then leaned in to John before recoiling, her disgust worn plainly. "... to take a bath."

"W-What?"

"You reek, John." John nearly wavered from the blunt trauma of her words. "Did you not bathe on arriving home from school? No, rather, have you... not bathed since last morning, despite the anomaly of last night?"

"What was I supposed to do?! It was an emergency to get you here, and I didn't think I should just use your shower-"

"It was an orgy."

"Y-Yeah, but that's..."

"You seem unphased," she flatly observed. "But regardless of how nominal those may be for you, it does not correct the stink stuck of you... or of the Warden, or the menagerie of Abyssal manifestations with which you had us mingle."

"... In my defense, I didn't mean for it to get out of hand-"

"Incredible, your odor is... just so horribly potent! I must have been insane to have not noticed it before."

John opened his mouth. Tricia quirked an eyebrow, and John thought better of it. "I'll... get in the shower."

"I love showers," Brenda cheerfully declared as she let the stream drip down her back.

Moira, who the former rubbed down with a soapy, hot pink bath sponge, quietly let the sex-drunk-mother-of-a-mage clean her, and shivered as that same, voluptuous woman blocked any of the steamy stream she so enjoyed. How... How did it come to this...? She couldn't so much as bear turning to look at her; any attempt at blessing away the corruption here would likely fail in spirit. O-Once she gets some clothes on, properly, and I can maintain a proper prayer... yes, then I'll heal her-

"Open your legs honey; I just know I left it a mess down there."

"M-Ma'am!" A moan escaped Moira as the sneaky Newman's hand found and tweaked the Warden's nipple, and obediently she widened her stance. "This may sound... strange, Miss, but this is partially my fault. Once we're done here, I must correeeehheee-!"

A firm hand pressed Moira's back while the other hooked her pelvis, forcing her to bend over and shove her dripping snatch into the waiting mouth of a squatting Brenda. The water teased Moira's bare ass, though the sensation was quickly replaced by the renewed hunger of the woman who promised her breakfast afterwards. Lady help me, I can barely even think anymore... i-if I don't do something soon, John may return, and what will he say... say... oh, how is she so good with that devilish TONGUE...! Moira's ass jiggled as pleasure ripped through her, and Brenda giggled in her throat as she continued to suckle on anything she found between the teenager's milky thighs.

The glass door slid away, and a cleansed, glistening John Newman stepped out.

Achievement unlocked! "Shower Me With Your Love"!
You bathed at a lover's home. How scandalous!
+300XP
+2 CHA

I wonder how many early-game achievements I've missed until now...? I mean, I'm married six times over, this isn't exactly-

A drone floated nearby, and John scooped what amounted to stiff, ugly hospital scrubs in a dark gray. "What... is this made out of?"

"Complex restructured parodies of cotton with carbon as the base ingredient," came Tricia's voice from the nearby computer cave. John followed the voice as she continued, and found her sitting in her gamer's chair, naked and rapidly tapping on two keyboards.

I can't believe she told me I stunk though... why doesn't the Game take care of that too? I can go without sleep, but I still need to waste time... wait a minute... What seemed like a funny plot for **** in John's mind began to brew.

"It's a basic pattern, and the drones are designed to reconstruct them into parallels of more complex materials that generally pass on an atomic level, but are never quite perfect enough to pass for a true, synthetic transmutation of the basic material. I think you'll find that you'll grow accustomed to-"

John dropped his face on top of Tricia's scalp and took a long, deep snort.

"Aaaaah, what are you-!"

He continued his ****, reached to her left, grabbing her arm and lifting it, shoving his face near her pit as she desperately struggled to spin away from him in her chair. Unfortunately, it only gave him the chance to smash his face into her pelvis, where he continued to make obnoxiously loud sniffing noises.

"Why-?!"

He cocked his head up with a grin from between her thighs. "Your odor is just so... horribly potent," he reported with a grin.

Tricia stared at him, and John enjoyed the sight of her reddening against the pale light of her monitors... all the way until the massive eyelid snapped open.

Status Effect: Eye of Gorbachev (Oitosyrus)

Ten minutes later...

"I was just teasing you!" John shouted from where he stood near the glass shower. With a sigh, he applied another heal to himself.