Social engineering and a school full of wet panties.

Before going to sleep, John had spent his five points in balancing his sheet: Strength and Endurance were both raised to 10, giving him a huge health bonus. It reflected in his well-being, too: the next morning featured an invigorated John all but leaping from his bed a full hour earlier than normal and straight into the shower. Fairy, who he left summoned overnight to finish cleaning herself out, now followed him there, sporting the repaired dress he crafted back together with an old shirt, the tiny jar of fairy dust, and $50. It was a bit expensive, but her mood had risen sharply once he gave her this small mercy... or perhaps the Charisma bonus was working on him, too? The question seemed moot compared to all the rest he had.

"Jesus, is this how healthy people feel when they wake up...?" Fairy silently watched through the shower curtain, an unreadable smile on her face. John scanned through his other pop-ups from the night before, testing the interface now that it included Fairy's stat page. One such pop-up had come and gone without him noticing until now:

New skill: Summoning lvl2, passive
+8 inventory
Awareness now indicates when a monster can be captured. Summoned monsters can count as the origin of your skills, but raises the skill cost(s) by 50%.

The possibilities started to pile up in John's mind of how to **** this, even with the high mana price tag, and the increase to his inventory reminded him to empty out as much of it as he could into his closet. Once dressed and ready to go, he did just that: leaving nothing but three bags: the 6-slot schoolbag, a 4-slot laptop bag now filled with his emergency supplies, and a 10-slot duffel bag empty and ready for all that exercising he swore he'd do some four years ago (still pending). He considered crafting something for all the other trash and discarded items in his closet, but thought better to get to school early, if only so no one saw Fairy on their way.

"Mom, I'm heading to school now instead of-" John stopped at the mouth of the kitchen. There, sloppily buttering a bit of toast with only one hand, was his mother. She made the task more awkward than necessary, given that her other hand was desperately working inside her yoga pants. She didn't even turn to regard him, and her eyes looked lost in the wall tiles before her as she fingered herself to moaning. Unbidden, thanks to his new awareness, her information appeared... now with seven heart symbols under her name.

"... Mom?"

"Jesus!" Her slick fingers leapt into view from between her legs and held the toast daintily as she finished buttering it... until she realized she was now putting her own, private spread on her lean breakfast. "Oh God, this is..."

John hurried next to her, kissed her on the cheek innocently, and plucked the toast from her grip. Before she could protest, he bit down on it, purposefully choosing the corner her filthy thumb had clutched. "Tastes perfect, mom! I'm heading out!" Doing his best to seem somehow unaware, the son left the mother to continue her **** masturbating. His mind was abuzz as he slowly chewed the taste of butter mixing with that of a grown woman, and it's not until he's on the sidewalk that his shock finally gives way to embarrassed, horny confusion. Before he realized it, however, the toast was gone and in his belly, along with his mother's juices. 20xp.

"I like your mother." John slowly turned... and found Fairy floating at pace with him, nearly at eye level. Outside. Early as it was, there would be plenty of businessmen and women going to work, capable of getting an eyeful of the winged demon fairy that attended him. "Something wrong with that-mmmf!" John had grabbed her by the waist and shoved her into his inventory, looking around desperately for witnesses. He found no one glancing his way, thankfully, and quietly took his bag out, only to then grab Fairy and roughly toss her in. "What the Hell?!"

"What if someone saw you!"

"No one's going to see me!"

"Look, don't go revealing yourself or talking or interacting with anyone, *anyone*, unless I give you permission from now on!"

Fairy tsked, but said nothing. Ashcroft loomed in the distance, and John did his best to push the new problems for his mother to the back of his mind, and focused on Fairy being so nonchalant about being visible. This sparked another inquiry. "... How the Hell do we get through our normal, day-to-day lives with monsters like you around?"

She hovered a bit more up and away from him. "Moron..."

"Tell me."

"Fucking... you really don't know shit, do you? You think humanity would survive if we could run amok?" She exploded from his bag and again flew into view. He nearly had a conniption when he realized an old woman was watering her plants, not three feet from Fairy. She was a level 10 spinster, and John dreaded-

She waved at John. He waved back, dumbfounded.

"See? Most people can't see us," Fairy lectured mere inches from the old lady's face, "even if we wanted them to."

"Who's we?"

"We're-!" A pause... and Fairy blinked in confusion. "I'm... I'm not sure. I had a... vague idea of..." She continued to hover before John as they walked, tossing confused glances around. Her moment of confusion, and proximity to such a blithe elderly person, gave him a worrisome idea for a test... but one that was best done out here rather than in the Academy. Quietly, he focused on Fairy, and his thief ability while standing more than a foot away... and sure enough, he was successful.

Special item: vibrator granny panties. Constructed in 1971. Decades of veteran sexual energy are soaked into these durable threads. Batteries are dead, but it still operates by invisible forces. Currently moist. +10 LIB when worn.

"... Why do you look nauseous?"

"No..." John burped, doing his best to not think about what was now in his inventory. "No reason..." **** to change the subject, he asked the obvious. "So if you're so... well, devilish... why don't you cause more trouble?" A new quest window appeared, and John tried carefully reading it while listening to his ****.

"Well, obviously because we're stuck in that... other place..." Another blank look of confusion. "What the Hell... I'm... I'm really sure I used to know what it was called... but yeah, where you found me. I mean, until someone stupid enough to brand us comes along, we can't normally come out on this side, though we'd love to... I think... Hey! Are you even listening?" John really wasn't. Instead, his wide eyes kept re-reading the latest quest to appear on his list:

New quest: Novice Collector
Obtain 10 pairs of worn female underwear. (quest items stack) (previously obtained items are not counted for completion.)
Reward :

• one random special item with one modifier (consumes underwear)
• 500XP
  Optional Objective: get as many of those panties while they're wet with pussy juices.
  Optional Reward :
• +10XP per wet pair of panties.
• five units of exotic crafting materials if you obtain ten wet pairs of panties.

ACCEPT/REFUSE

More than halfway to his next level just for finishing, and... exotic crafting materials? He had barely even begun crafting... what did that even mean? What else could he possibly make? He felt he had little choice here, and slammed his finger through the ACCEPT button.

"So how's someone like you going to get any women wet, let alone ten?"

Oftentimes John had thought she seemed rather tame for a demon... but at times like these... and then it hit him. The Thermos in his schoolbag, the panties... of course!

"Forget it... look, you said most, not all, people can't see you. Can you tell which ones can?"

"W-Well, given a minute to look them over-"

"So can you just make sure you don't get spotted by anyone at school?"

"Of course. I'll wait back at your house-"

"Hell no. I'm going to get those wet panties, and you're my ticket to do it..." A perverted grin split his face as he fished the Thermos out of his inventory. He had been imagining trying it out on one girl to drive her wild for him, but who cared about that now? This was XP, damn it! His Gamer's Spirit burned strong. "You're going to head to the girl's locker by the gym..." He looked behind and around him, making sure none could be eavesdropping. "... and whenever the girls change to do their exercises, spike their panties with however much of this stuff will be needed to affect them." Fairy stared back at him, wide-eyed. It made sense to John: Hell, would he even stop at ten? He may as well rob as many as can be turned up by this... all that remained was finding a way for her to steal them all while he remained far and away, and free of suspicion when some dozens of girls suddenly lost their bloomers. "You don't know it, but I just used you to steal from that old lady." Fairy looked back, surprised. "If you use your ability, and channel mine, we'll keep getting random items but inevitably we've got to eventually get their panties, right- why are you smiling?"

"Hmm? I'm not smiling." Her mouth imploded.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" John looked beyond her to the school with a grin of his own. "Whatever. We'll meet back up by the school track by the end of the day, and combine however many we collect separately by then. That'll also be by the cheerleading squad's practice... and then we'll see if we can't get some extra work done."

"I read the quest, you know... you only need ten..." Fairy didn't bother continuing her complaints; his perverted grin told her all she needed. "What're you going to be doing all day, then, while I'm slaving away for your lazy ass?"

John stretched, enjoying the feeling of energy from his level-up... and simultaneously realizing what he wanted to do. "The quest is good, but I need to start grinding... or at least figure out how to protect myself while grinding." A pop-up sprung to life, as if in response.

NEW QUEST: Acquire a combat style!
Personal defense is the best defense, and the world has hundreds to choose from!
Reward: Automatically start the first style learned at level 2 instead of level 1. 100XP.

ACCEPT/REJECT

Solid! He wasn't sure where he'd start looking, but he had to pass his classes first... and keep practicing his suite of skills, besides. After tucking the dangerous flask away under bleachers near the locker rooms, he let Fairy out into a vent and went on his way.