Priority, Am I Right?

John sank into the hard plastic of his seat, shuffling in it, yet never quite achieving a position in which the small discomfort faded away. While the rest of his way to school had been uneventful, his mind was a maelstrom of inquiries, Capital-G god was real, was a she, and was sending him text messages, unless he was going crazy, which was still a possibility after all. Then the [Observe] of that Renka girl, her level was at least twice that of the average adult he had observed this morning. Furthermore there was that title she had, “?#$!&@’s Shrine Priestess”, why was it censored with a bunch of random characters, was his skill not high level enough? Those were the only conclusions he could come up with before having his thoughts interrupted by the bell announcing the start of class.

In sync with the end of the last ring of the bell, Ms. Wilton entered, pushing a tarnished trolley upon which numerous copies of some brand new book were neatly piled. With a hand on the pile of books and a copy in her other hand, she held the cover toward the students. “With exams from last month we’re officially done with the old textbook and will be starting with brand new books.” She paused for a moment as she swept her gaze over the students, continuing with a sterner voice, ”As you can all attest to, these are brand new AND expensive. Any undue damage will be charged directly to your guardians so do be careful, and please leave your old one on the cart at the end of class.”

“Now please pass those along to the person behind you!” Ms. Wilton instructed those in the front row as she gave each a pile of the textbook, before turning her back to them to write on the white board.

His seat being in the back, his copy was the last of the pile for his row; however, when he went and opened it, a pop-up flared into his HUD prompting him on if he wanted to consume the book.

Consume Skill Book: Biology 101
Will create a skill related to biology.
WARNING: THIS IS IRREVERSIBLE
Y / N

This left him speechless for a moment, while skill books were a common enough trope in video games, he had not expected his brand new biology textbook to turn up into being one of those. While the temptation to consume it right away was strong, he was worried that somehow it would start glowing brightly or some other flashy tell-tale sign that would catch everyone’s attention and bring questions to which he had no answers.

His trembling finger hovered between the two options, hidden behind the opened book. He presumed that he could most probably “consume” his textbook later, yet his curiosity was fighting his better judgement tooth and nail, playing the little devil on his shoulder.

Dew it, it won’t glow or anything, promise! : )

‘I’m trusting you.’ He shot back internally as he nervously chewed on his lips, his unsteady index poking the bold ‘Y’, a cold shiver running down his spine as a tingling wave flushed throughout his body.

New Skill Acquired!: Alter Biology
Mana Cost: 15MP
Alters a specific biological property on the target in either a positive or negative way.
Modify the characteristic by 5%, 5 stacks max.

John’s eyes quickly scanned his new skill before noticing how the ink on the pages was turning translucent before fading completely leaving the paper blank; soon followed by a swift, but short flash of searing pain in his head that left as quick as it came.

In the wake of the pain leaving, newfound images and knowledge that he quickly realized as the content of the textbook filled his mind, he could essentially quote the book verbatim too. ‘How convenient! Painful, but cramming the entirety of a science textbook in a mere moment is pretty efficient,’ he reflected to himself as he rubbed his temples.

He wasn’t sure how he would explain the state of his brand new textbook; hopefully he would be able to bluff it off. Raising his hand, he caught the attention of Ms. Wilton who shot him a quizzical look. “Ms. Wilton, I’m not sure what happened, but I believe there might be something wrong with my book. I'm flipping through the pages and it is all blank?” he informed her, showcasing the pristine white pages devoid of any traces of text.

Standing next to his desk she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with middle finger as she inspected it, flipping the pages from cover to back one last time. “How peculiar… must be a printing issue; grab another one from the front.” She muttered before closing the book shut one-handed, before returning to the whiteboard to resume her lesson.

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“-and that is why mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell.” Her last sentence was cut short by the bell causing Ms. Wilton to glance at the clock. “We will continue on this subject next class, you may go,” She added before sitting back at her desk jotting down some notes.

The students needed no further incentive as they briskly left their seat and filed out of the classroom, John for his part headed for the bathroom with a hurried gait. He had a stroke of genius or so he thought and it had occupied his mind for the good latter half of his class. He wanted to test out his new skill without delay, and he knew just how he wanted to test it. Locking himself into the stall the furthest in the back, he loosened his belt soon followed by his pants dropping down.

Following the same principle by which he used [Observe], John activated his new skill with his slowly hardening cock as the target. Each activation brought forth a minor, but noticeable, increase in length, which after all five stacks were used amounted to an increase of about 1.5 inches for a new total of 7.5 inches.

He stood there in the stall with a goofy grin on his face as he slightly struggled to stuff his erection back into his underwear, resisting the urge to wank one out with his newly leveled up dick. After leaving his stall, he quickly washed his hands and ventured into the packed hallway to head towards his next class which happened to be his favorite subject, Art.

Entering the quiet classroom, he nodded at the voluptuous Ms. Summers who was finishing setting up slabs of clay and sculpting tools at every station. Her joyous smile brightened the room as she wiped her hand on her apron before approaching him. “Happy birthday!” she exclaimed full of joy, dragging him into a hug. Her world class tits pressed and deformed against him, which he could feel perfectly even through the thick apron.