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Chapter 13 by LustThePoet LustThePoet

What's next?

Eye of the Tiger

Like an 80's action movie, the next few days blow by in a blur as I hone in on my goal. I spend the remainder of Monday evening studying until the nootropic effect expires, then I do what I can to prepare for the following morning. I go to sleep early, eager to start the next day.

Tuesday, I use my enhanced mind to enact my short-term plan. I leverage the proof of income on my business bank account to secure a small line of credit for ten thousand dollars, which I then use to buy ten more pills from Brad. I meet him at his house again, but the conversation is short. He tries to ask me how things are going, but I don't want to waste the time I have under the influence of the pill. This secures me roughly two more weeks of time, giving me some breathing room. I spend the remainder of Tuesday locked in my room, burning through the course material in preparation for the exams I will take soon.

Mom comes to check on me a couple of times, but I know she just thinks I've returned to my old ways. There is disappointment in her eyes in those brief moments, but I know words aren't what she needs to hear right now. Results, results, results. I subvert the desires I feel to go and see her and focus.

I pass by Kelly in the hallway on Wednesday night, but she ignores me. Nothing new there, and I don't have time to dwell on it.

Wednesday, as I continue to churn through my work, I realize a few things about the effects of the pill I'm on. The strange desires that I have had lately--they're only so strong when I'm under the influence. Once the pill wears off, so does my desire for my Mom and sisters. It's still there, but ultimately is rather jarring, so I do my best to avoid sexual thoughts during the week. Thankfully, being locked in my room away from everyone helps with that. I also make sure to masturbate each day, after the pill wears off, so that I don't risk any dark thoughts the following morning.

By Friday, I complete all of the course material for my exams the following week. This includes computer science, but a dozen other subjects too: History, Spanish, Philosophy, Mathematics, and more. The degree I am working towards requires a breadth of studies, and I devour them all. Another effect of the pill, I've realized. I mentioned before that it seems to carry over into my sober mind to some degree, and I realize that it seemingly is pumping me full of energy to stay on track and focused. My nootropic mind later realizes this is part of a behavioral shift and not necessarily due to the effects of the pill. A side effect of a side effect, maybe. I won't complain. In any case, I successfully absorbed almost four years worth of study in a single week. When under the effects of the pill, I am able to recall every piece of information with perfect clarity. When sober, I can still recall a vast majority of it, although it may be muddled. The implications of where this will take me in the future are staggering to my sober mind, but I try to put those thoughts aside and focus on my near-term goals.

So, by Friday evening, I am ready. I have nine pills left. Enough to get me through the exams and into my next project. Pill wearing off and suddenly exhausted, I slide into my bed and drift off to sleep.

What's next?

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