John develops a taste for Tricia.

John let the portal sink out of existence, but he was far from done. He pumped his meat while staring into her soaked, hairless muff, **** to try and get himself back up. The frayed circle of silicon that outlined her true flesh writhed as if alive and slowly started to shorten and elongate, as if trying to smoother out its edges. He might not have a great deal of time, and he needed to get inside of...

Wait... what do I think I'm doing?

Tricia continued to gasp as her body quaked, her eyes out of focus. Her words, sterile as they were, resonated in his head... if he took her virginity, it would be a direct betrayal of one of few stipulations... and that's after offering him so much already! John wasn't ready to so thoroughly **** a powerful healer... possibly an ally presuming she didn't resent the load he blew in her ass. But what about the quest? How would he ever get another chance? John immediately gave in to self-doubt at the idea of trying to woo such a woman... but it wasn't enough to justify that which remained beyond the pale. His mind continued this teetering, of success at the "game" while not becoming a monster. How did he satisfy his desire while also-

The exosuit edges were finally straightened into a beautiful oval, and vacuum-sealed back to her flesh... and with impressive speed began to regrow across the surface of her skin, threatening to engulf her pussy and ass in seconds, barring all chance at further debate in John's own head. He had to act. The parameters of the portals were fairly strict, and he reached into his inventory, pulling his backpack out to quickly pull something from its smaller pocket as he stared at his last chance and the encroaching black that now nearly fell upon his prize-!

mundane item: calculator. Used to make basic calculations. No special properties. Can write "BOOB" if manipulated carefully.

A mobile portal opened on the smooth surface of the calculator's back, and he watched the other end of this tunnel open over her crotch, its silver-swirling back sunken and squished between her black-coated thighs. Another hologram appeared by her head, with more alarms appearing now on a diagram of her suit. She barely managed to look up at the warning... and though John couldn't read it, he knew it likely had to do with the material, however thin it was, not being thin enough to squeeze between skin and whatever kind of material or reality the edges of his portals were made of. Inhaling sharply, John looked at the calculator on the bed by his knee... and the bare, fat labia now compressed through his end of the portal. Well, this is certainly one way to woo her towards a yes. Slipping the bracers of victorious molestation on from his inventory, he picked up the calculator and peeled open the dripping slit with his thumbs, earning a sharp, lustful arch of his lover's back. Half-dazed by the powerful scent of her cunt, John lost all hesitation and pressed his calculator to his face, his mouth engulfing her clit.

"HHOIIIIYYYYYYIIIEEEE!" This was as close to the noise out of Tricia as could be put to text, and John reveled in it. A fleeting memory of the scent of soaked panties was evaporated, replaced with the scent, the flavor, even the texture of her nectar, a bizarre taste that he quickly found addictive. The explosion of it into his mouth, and the sensation of her vagina clutching and spasming around his tongue, wiped away any reason to slow or show mercy. Her body writhed, kicking weakly at the sheets as her fists clenched her pillow as he prodded her muff with his tongue and fingers, pressing and digging and suckling until she mewled for him again, and then again. She buried her face into the pillow, as if to deny John the delight of watching her tongue and rolling eyes.

John nearly laughed right into her quim. How could he resist to look at her? It was the most expression he had ever seen out of her, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in evoking it. Finally getting off the bed (and onto shaking legs), he moved up to her pillow and pulled it away. Her hands trembled as they then tried, and failed, to cover her erotically demented face: her eyes crossed and rolled up as she drooled onto the bed, unintelligible moans, and a tongue that tried desperately to find purpose, as if hunting for cock to suck. (Admittedly, that last part may have only been perceived by John.) He licked some of her off of his lips as he rapidly dug fingers into her separated snatch, his probing fingers gliding on those velvety walls until they stopped at that soft, malleable barrier of tissue that marked her inexperience. Her maidenhead was now, in every sense of the phrase, in the palm of his hand, and the realization was more than enough to revive his well-wrung cock. He looked down with a grin, appreciating the absurd (at least compared to his original) manhood he now owned. Despite her hysterics, her eyes finally managed to find that threatening dick, and then rise to meet his own hungry gaze. With a gasp and then a squeak, she tried to express some kind of fear that now writhed on her brow. John never broke eye contact, but neared his calculator to his lips to torment her once more. "Puhleeeeease... nooo...."

John suckled one more time, pulling harshly with the suction of his lips and making her body pop in unison with the noise of her clit and lips escaping his mouth. "No? No to what?"

"I-I... I'm not ready... and... this is... my mind is..."

C'mon, how can I not keep going? He pursed his lips as he wrestled with it: her demands that he stop versus the obvious pleasure he was giving her. His arousal demanded some kind of compromise. "Does it feel too good? Why wouldn't you want more?"

"It's not... me!" Tricia sobbed as her body was racked by another orgasm. Absentmindedly, John had accidentally let his thumb sensually rub her clitoris, almost a habit at this point, which was apparently all it took now to drive her mad. "God- it's- it's because I fucked up! I can't... control the Eye... please...!" John snapped out of his horny fugue state at that. He focused on her forehead, but saw no sign of the third eye. What did she mean?

"I need... to know more about you, Tricia. You already know plenty about me, but I want to know more... about you, about mages, the Brightons, everything. Will you do this for me?"

"Yes, yes, please, puhleas... just stop..."

Reluctantly, John dismissed the portal, shunting her puss back where it belonged, and stashing his soaked calculator and bracers. With a lick of his lips, he patiently waited for her to recover as her suit sealed itself anew, and watched as alarms winked out of existence. He wondered if she would ever be the same again after he so thoroughly-

"Please do not do that again."

John stared, dumbfounded, as Tricia calmly sat back up, her heavy breaths, taken in regulated sighs, being the only evidence that she had been nearly mouth-fucked stupid only seconds ago. "Y-You're..."

"There is much to explain... and also a great deal of observation data I now need to catch up on. I will honor your agreement, even though it was made under duress... which is the first violation of consent, I'll remind you." John continued to stare as she she lifted herself off the bed, prompting a swarm of drones to begin undoing the soaked sheets. Not a drop of her or him seemed to be on the outside of her suit as she walked away, leaving John to wonder where all his cum in her ass, all her own juices, her sloppy- where did it all go?! Did the suit just eat the stuff?! Dumbly he followed, too intimidated by the instantly renewed healer to try and even broach the topic of what just happened. She seemed content to leave him like that: more illusory screens hovered by her chair, and she sat in it without so much as a wince. "My devices are still recording. Your growth... pardon the term... is fascinating. Do you have any more you can conduct? Based on what you've said, I imagine some... achievements... were completed."

John only nodded, sitting back into the uncomfortable chair he occupied before. Now was when he finally addressed all the old pop-ups, counting their gains and... blinking, in renewed surprise, at the huge pool point he gained. It was like he accidentally completed end-game content and reaped the rewards early, and he took a more classic measure of pride in that. But what to spend them on? With a style so dependent on Wisdom and Intelligence, did it make sense to put anything into his body or likeability? His eyes drifted to Tricia's body... her continuing habit to sit with legs slightly parted, the cooter that was on his mouth not even two minutes ago now vacuum-sealed and on display in the pale light of her screens. It was becoming increasingly clear that he had to make the right, game-related calls before he was seduced into something less efficient.

First he had to spend his three skill levels, which was an obvious choice: the spiraling snake style gave him too much per level to not pour all three into it... except no icon sat next to it to do so. He tapped where he thought the icon would be repeatedly until a pop-up advised:

Style skills require style skill points.

I guess that would've been too easy. John stashed them for later, and moved on to the main course of attribute points. He tapped repeatedly on the plus that appeared by Wisdom while Tricia kept to herself, her expression unreadable. As his Wisdom rose, however, he thought he saw it in her expression, in subtle ticks, and then through his own introspection: she was furious... and as his Wisdom passed 48, he realized she might be furious at herself. His finger slowed, and then stopped at 50 when a pop-up appeared over the stat boost button.

Achievement unlocked! "Reclaim My Place"!
You've raised a stat to or above 50, unlocking your first attribute milestone achievement. Keep it up!
+????????? 1/7 Complete

Achievement unlocked! "Better Wise Up"!
You've achieved a Wisdom of or above 50!
You've learned Equilibrium!

New skill: Equilibrium lvl1, variable hp or variable mp
Equilibrium: You may sacrifice up to half of your hp or mp to gain [50 + (skill lvl x 10)]% of the amount sacrificed in either hp or mp. Equilibrium may be used once per hour.

A useful skill, but John could barely appreciate it. What... was that? John clicked on the curious question mark line, but no tooltip appeared... and after a few consecutive presses, the pop-up dismissed itself. Until now the interface had been relatively forthcoming, so... what did it just hide from him? Wait, if it was hiding it from me, why show it to me at all? Maybe this is like when I was level 3 with Observe, and I'm just not high enough level... He decided he's read up on Equilibrium later and went to his quest log just to be sure he didn't somehow acquire a 7-step quest. The first thing that made him wince were the two failed quests to lose his virginity to Summers and Brighton: both were now grayed out and overlaid with gray X's, and that last, mysterious fifth reward for Brighton disappeared too. But aside from this, he found nothing that involved seven steps, or any quests he didn't recognize. But he did have seven stats, so... was that part of it? What would happen if he took all seven stats to 50-

"What... did you just do?" Tricia's query snapped him out of his meditation, and he looked at her in his ever-present confusion. "Entire synaptic routes have been dug through nearly 80% of your brain, and at a pace too rapid to... well, to be honest, my system believes you're dying from some kind of hyper-advancing brain cancer right now." John's fear was obvious on his face, and Tricia shook her head. "My apologies: it is not brain cancer. Our understanding of the human mind, even in our particular lineage, is rudimentary compared to what... nature... has produced."

"I... well, I boosted my Wisdom stat and-"

"You have... an attribute you can raise at will for something as arbitrary as wisdom?"

"W-Well, yeah..." John proceeded to list his attributes to her, ending on Libido a bit too shyly for a man who was just in her ass. "So that's, uh... me, I guess."

"Incredible... then your physiological changes, the increased muscle mass, even the upgrades your circulatory system in conjunction to your increased penis size," Tricia continued nonchalantly, even past John nearly falling out of his seat mid-adjustment, "are all rapid now because of this 'Gamer' status you've achieved..."

"... I-I mean, yeah, it's guess it must sound pretty weird when you put it that way."

"You have no idea how jealous I am."

"What, really? I mean, you've got this giant lab, and a teleporter, and a drone army, a suit that... um... keeps you level-"

"I achieved this through an entire lifetime of study of Gorbachev medical and mechanical science, and making my own progress via theorems and new methods that might bring my family to prominence, not only as the first Eye opened in America, a genetic miracle at best, but also for our real, personal accomplishments." Her eyes narrowed. "You can just press a button and become wiser, or smarter."

"Huh... yeah, I guess... that's true..." John scratched his head, unsure of how to proceed despite all that Wisdom. "Well, I'll use it for good at least! And since I can fight with Wisdom, I can just keep pumping it into there... who knows, I might become like some crazy hero guru or sage by the time I'm Moira's level, hah!"

"Perhaps..." Tricia returned to her screen. "Of course, wisdom is not inherently good."

"... Hah?"

"Crafty or clever are just dirty words for wise... and you had some wisdom when you did what you just did to me, didn't you? You should probably diversify your stats." She glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. "Perhaps one helps you learn a bit more self-restraint."

John looked to the floor. How does one apologize for... all of that? He met her eyes and gave it his best shot. "I'm sorry I got carried away... you're just really hot, and I really got into it."

"Hmpf." John looked back to the floor. What else could he do? Maybe volunteer for experiments? She didn't seem the mad scientist type, per se-

"Hotter than Brighton?"

John blinked back up at her, wide-eyed. She didn't meet his gaze, but he was sure she just said that. Given what they just shared? It wasn't even a lie to say:

"Totally."