A rough start to a rough day.

John took the extra time in the morning to try to get into the art room to experiment with new approaches to skills. Normally the door was dutifully locked by the janitor, and probably wouldn't open until thirty minutes before class had already begun... normally. But with what may have been a touch of luck, real or Gamer, John found it unlocked and let himself in. He quickly dug through the sculpting tools in the backroom to find the menacing tool he was already afraid to use: the chisel. Breathing heavily, he sat down at the nearest desk and held the chisel over his hand. "Stop this stabbing," he whispered, repeating it like a mantra to convince his skin to turn to stone, or to have a giant cartoon shield block the attack, or anything at all to make this not him stabbing himself like an asshole. With a quiet prayer, he inhaled and rose the chisel high, striking down- and stopping just short of sinking sharp steel into his palm. Christ, nothing happened! He was just going to stab himself! What if he didn't stop? After cursing the lack of new skills, or even any gain at all on his interface, it dawned on him: his body probably knew he wouldn't do it. John sucked in and held a massive breath... kept telling himself that he could just patch it up later... and stabbed down with intent-!

An ephemeral barrier of ****, flashing a light blue as the chisel pierced it, blunted the blow... but still the chisel barreled through to strike the soft pad of his hand. "JESUS-!"

New skill: Manashield lvl1, passive
Manashield: Up to 50% of damage can be absorbed, reactively, by this barrier of will. 7mp used per damage prevented this way. User must be aware of the attack. User may lower manashield at any time.

"- CHRIST, FUCK!" Although his screaming reflected it poorly, John was pleased with the skill, underwhelming as it seemed for now. The pain of the 9 damage he just dealt his own hand was making it hard to celebrate. His mana bar was also cut down by a full 63 points, proving the new skill pop-ups claim. Once John was finished cursing and stomping the ground, he (violently) put away the chisel and chose the hammer for the rest of his training. With the help of meditation, he managed to get a number of useful combat skills, if painfully earned:

Manashield lvl2, 5mp/hp
Physical resistance lvl4
New skill: Improvised weapons lvl1

John was putting away the hammer just as the first students of the first art class began to appear. He took too long, he realized; he needed to get moving before he was found out by anyone-

"Well... good morning, John."

June Summers
Teacher lvl9
Still the best tits in the game.
Relationship : +81
Status: Well-Rested, Heart (Aroused)

John felt like a boy caught elbow-deep in the cookie jar, but he calmed himself as best he could. What would she care if he got into sculpting ... even if it was his own hand? "Good morning, Mrs. Summers."

"Miss Summers, John. But I'm afraid you've... come too early. I don't have you until the afternoon."

John shot her a grin, emboldened by her status. "I'll do better and come at the right time, Miss." +2. Recalling her knowledge of his earlier 'work', John recalled one of his prouder lines in erotica and tossed in the quote for good measure. "'Think of me as a tool, a whetstone to sharpen the blade.'" Summers' eyebrows twitched. It sounded like nonsense to the confused pair of students in attendance, but the additional +10 gain told John she knew it.

"We'll discuss maintaining our tools of art when you're due for tutoring, Mr. Newman." With his art teacher at +93, he dared to fantasize about where he might go with June... but more importantly, it looked like he'd get away with his misuse of her classroom tools. Without further ado, he began his dash towards Literature. His competence in movement wasn't much improved by endurance and strength, however, and after a few near-misses all his wisdom gains did was get him to slow down a bit... just in time to stop just shy of running headfirst into Frank. Is this guy a secret boss or something? How do I keep running into him?!

The menace in his life, and part-time butt-plug enthusiast, looked to be in a particularly bad mood, and the way he shifted his weight all but told the tale: Vanessa must have had a backup to keep his backdoor entertained. "Well look at this," Frank spat, earning a chuckle from one of his smaller friends. "Trying to get the jump on me, twerp? Pretty ballsy."

John had to fight the urge to run, and simultaneously the suicidal wish to call the old bully out on how much his girlfriend likes to shove toys up his... his... wait a minute. John suppressed his smile, and focused on using augment body, looking at Frank in the face... while "reinforcing" the asshole's asshole. The massive young man's scphinter grew 10% stronger, and violently milked whatever new toy was shoved up his bum with a whole tenth more of discomforting ****. Frank's face... well, broke. There are few other ways to capture the expression that so perfectly mixed, in a matter of seconds, confusion, pain, terror, and humiliation. "We're going to t-talk later, dweeb- fuck, shit-!" His words trailed off as he retreated into the nearest restroom. Sighing with relief, John continued his trek towards what was now a welcome period of boredom.

Once seated in Literature, he took a minute to breathe and consider all that happened. As he hoped, all his meditating and that particularly focused use of augment body got him some more gains:

Biomancy lvl 2, passive.
Biomancy : magic type related to life.
+30 hp
+15% to positive effects on hp
-15% to negative effects on hp
+15% hp regen
Increased chance to unlock Biomancy skills through Meditation. Can now identify biomancy skills being used by others.

Augment/Reduce body lvl1, 50 mp
Augment body: reinforce permanently by 5% the part of the body targeted. Reverses Reduce.
Reduce body: weaken permanently by 5% the part of the body targeted. Reverses Augment.
Limit of 5% x (skill lvl+1)

John was eager to see how he might next thwart a bully, but dismissed the pop-up, and moved on to see how his quest was doing. Satisfied that he must have designed his own fighting style by now, he checked the quest log:

Quest: Acquire a combat style!
Progress: 0%

What the Hell?! What about the shield, and improvised weapons? That's totally a style! A very, very painfully earned style! He let his irritation wash away with his meditation, and by the time the school bell rang he was fully healed and ready to ignore Mrs. Flung. He was nearly ready to start practicing his augments on nearby students when a voice that was not his own whispered into his mind.

<Hey...>

What was that?

<Hey... Listen...>

John felt a tremor of upsetting nostalgia, but shook it off. It's Fairy... not that fairy. He felt foolish trying to respond mentally, but he could sense no real origin of the voice other than from between his ears. Fairy? Where... where are you?

<You idiot, I'm your summon! You can communicate telepathically just by thinking at me.>

Since when? Wait, so when I was watching you drool cum out of-

<The sooner we forget- damn it, don't go remembering it at me, you son of a bitch! Fuck, you know you're really hopeless for a guy with such... fuck it. Anyways, just start channeling theft through me, and I'll get it where it needs to go. Two teachers here got in some early exercises, and I'm dying to get out of this muggy shithole.>

John eagerly complied, and watched his mana tick downwards like a stone thanks to the expense of this remote thievery. With barely a delay, something hit his inventory:

lacy blue bra, scented with lavender.

It worked, sort of. I need soaked panties, not bras!

<Quit griping and toss me another one!>

Sighing, he fired off another casting of theft, and thankfully it struck true:

lacy blue panties, scented with lavender. Soaked with vaginal fluids.

One down, nine to go.

<Eight to go if you're done gloating!>

But I don't have enough mana to... John's thoughts went to the level-up pop-up for theft.

Theft lvl3, 15/20mp, 3ft range: because of your high lvl in Awareness, you can now spend +5mp for Theft to pick an item rather than to get a random one. You can now steal larger items using this skill.

It's cheaper now! But I still don't have the mana... didn't you have the ability to-

<Fine, fine, but I can't carry much at all you know, and I've got limits too!>

Sure enough, he received an image via a yet-unseen part of his Gamer interface: the screenshot gallery. Therein, a soaked bit of pink lace was in the tiny arms of his servant, obviously already too much for her to carry. At the pace they were going, this quest would be devilishly easy.

Later that day...

Consistency was hardly Fairy's strong suit, it appeared: John had heard almost nothing from her until Art class, and he had spent the rest of his midday classes trying fruitlessly to improve his manashield with a pencil. He was starting to wish something would attack him, if only it meant he didn't feel like such a tit stabbing his hand all day. Suddenly, barely three minutes into Art class, Fairy's voice bellowed in between his ears.

<Alright, time to hustle! I've got three girls now and three likely on their way in... some drama about them not wanting to use the lockers at the same time.>

He already casted one before he demanded answers. Why'd you wait until now to get six of them?!

<You told me to avoid being spotted! And some of the kids here might... no, can definitely spot me.>

What... wait, what did you do?

<Nothing! I was out of sight before any of them could possibly get a read on me, relax! But yeah, you go to school with some... serious cunts, especially the ones I'm seeing at P.E....>

It was a number of close calls, between his meditating and her calls, but by the end of Art class his inventory now had a 7-piece stack of soaking panties. With the two Fairy was struggling to carry around, John was left needing only one final pair... and given the constant exchange of glances between him and the teacher, maybe he could get them before even heading out to the field? Their last meeting was still fresh in his mind when she called on him at the end of class. "Mr. Newman, a word."

Half-drained on mana from the hour of larceny, he swallowed hard as he approached her desk, ignoring the burning gazes of the men in his class. "Yes, Mrs. Summers?"

"Miss Summers," she corrected him again, "and normally I'd offer your tutoring on my free hour, but I've a conference to attend... so what would you say to some... after school tutoring, regarding your brushstrokes? I promise it'll cover more advanced techniques than the last."

She let her mouth hang ever so slightly open on the last syllable. Her blouse had been "carelessly" left open at her cleavage, her entire pose accentuated her silhouette in a way that only a model might manage to manipulate. The poor freshman, Gamer or not, was but novice meat before this expert. "I... I could always do with... m-more techniques..."

"Good. Meet me right here at 5:00PM. You're a big boy... you won't mind staying a bit late, right? For the sake of your... education?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" John waved goodbye in a hasty, excited retreat... or at least made it out to be that, until she turned away. A quick peek into her inventory with theft, and he had the last pair of soaked undies he needed.

With that, he cancelled the meager joy of leaving early and looked forward to their rendezvous at 5 o'clock... which turned into the most ambitious of quests for that encounter:

New quest: Deviant Art
Lose your virginity to June Summers!
+5 LIB
+5 CHA
500XP

The Libido gain, even with how hard it was for him to get through a day without a good wank or three, did absolutely nothing to deter the Gamer.