Ding!
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts expresses their envy at your situation.]
'What now...?' Jason groaned internally. His eyes were closed, but even if they hadn't been, his vision would have been obstructed by Wicke's round and very full bottom. His System appeared to be aware of this, so instead of presenting him with a transparent, sapphire blue text window, he heard the synthetic-sounding voice of a woman echoing in his ears.
[The Ivory Star That Amasses Plates watches the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts with narrowed eyes.]
[The Sapling That Branches Between Worlds tilts its stem curiously.]
[The Blue Star That Refutes Their Flatitude observes the situation with their hands clasped.]
[The Maw That Grins Within the Abyss stretches wide.]
'This can't be what I think it is, can it...?' Jason asked, his brows furrowing despite the malleable weight pressed against them. He hadn't had much time to read manga and manhwa after he became busy building his brand, but there were more than a few with developments similar to what he was experiencing. And if he wasn't hallucinating from a lack of oxygen, his life was about to become much more complicated...
[The Blue Star That Refutes Their Flatitude kindly explains that, due to the popularity of Pokémon in the world you originated, your actions are being monitored by several high-ranking Constellations.]
[The Ivory Star That Amasses Plates questions if they should be revealing such information so early in the Aspirant's journey.]
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts snorts contemptuously and tells the Ivory Star That Amasses Plates that it can fuck off.]
[The Dragon That Slumbers Besides a Hearth warns the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts to mind its language.]
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts laughs nervously and expresses that it was just joking.]
'Is there a reason you all decided to reveal yourselves now?' asked Jason, trusting that his thoughts could be read or heard by the beings spamming him with messages.
[The Maw That Grins Within the Abyss laughs at the Aspirant's impudent query.]
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts explains that it's growing weary of watching you get steamrolled by women. It wants to spice things up by granting you a Blessing.]
[The Dragon That Slumbers Besides a Hearth adds that the Aspirant should be cautious when it comes to accepting Blessings, as they bind part of the soul to the one who granted them.]
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts clicks its tongue and remarks that it's only offering a Lesser Blessing to make the viewing experience more entertaining for everyone.]
[The Twin-Tailed Hearthkeeper narrows its eyes at the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts.]
'I appreciate the offer, but I'm a cautious individual...' stated Jason. 'More to the point, I don't like feeling indebted to others, so I politely reject your offer.'
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts laughs and says you can choose not to use it, but you can't stop it from granting you its Blessing.]
Before Jason could offer a response, a familiar ding echoed within his ears, followed by the System's voice reading out the notification he had just received.
[You have been granted the Skill [Faux Third Eye(F)] by the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts. As no contract was proposed and agreed upon, you are free to use the Skill without tribute or consequence.]
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts grins wolfishly and encourages the Aspirant to be bolder.]
[The Ivory Star That Amasses Plates closes its eyes, cups its forehead, and sighs wearily at the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirt's shameless behavior.]
'I guess my life has an audience from now on...' sighed Jason, taking a moment to ponder his next course of action. By that point, he had all but stopped resisting against Wicke. As such, while she continued holding his wrists, she had placed his hands on her remarkably round thighs and was giving him more opportunities to breathe while periodically issuing orders to her Stufful—whom, based on the sounds of the conflict, seemed to be losing to Ren.
'How do I activate this Skill...?' Jason wondered, simultaneously hoping the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts or one of his other voyeurs would provide the answer. Instead, the moment he thought about activating the Skill, bright orange threads appeared across his obstructed vision before a mix of pink, yellow, and green appeared beyond his eyelids, presumably depicting the weak spots within Wicke's body.
'Could these be nerves...?' Jason questioned, focusing his attention on the threads, which had various thicknesses and rapidly flickered with what he assumed to be the transmission of information. Due to the position he was in, it was difficult to make out any particular features of Wicke's body, but he could make out the position of her spine as the column of light through which most of the threads fed into.
[The Blue Star That Refutes Their Flatitude nervously remarks that you shouldn't get carried away.]
'Carried away? Carried away how...?' Jason asked, confused.
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts retorts, suggesting you follow your instincts as a man, regardless of where they take you.]
'My instincts as a man...' Jason droned, his closed-eyed gaze shifting to a particularly dense and luminous cluster of almost rainbow-hued nerves below his nose. It didn't take a genius to understand what he was looking at, and as he moved his nose to nuzzle against the heat and softness that partially enveloped it, he couldn't help noticing the light pulse and spread through Wicke's lower body and along her back.
'Well, at least this confirms they feel something...' noted Jason, feeling a mixture of relief and exasperation. He was still far from what he would call experienced, but he had been doing his utmost to satisfy Ellaine, Korrina, and, most recently, Lusamine and Lillie. Yet, no matter how much effort he put into his actions, they invariably felt comfortable rather thansatisfying. To say it was vexing would be an understatement...
'But how does this help me in this situation?' Jason asked, directing the question at the Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts within his mind. The latter's moniker was more than a little concerning, but if he was right that Constellations were basically Gods, it was definitely better to be in their good graces than marked as their enemy.
Ding!
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts has gifted you 2,700 AP with the attached message: Ignorant brat. You have a fine woman sitting on your face who has previously expressed an interest in sharing your bed. On whose account are you holding back?]
Understanding what the Great Sage was alluding to, Jason's thoughts and heart raced. He definitely wasn't an exhibitionist, but he also knew that he wasn't likely to be judged for doing whatever it took to break free from his present predicament. If anything, Wicke would find his actions interesting or delightful, suggesting that the only person he was holding back for was himself...
"Oh? Have you reached the limit of your forbearance...?" asked Wicke, her muffled voice audibly amused as Jason began stroking her thighs. At the same time, he proactively rubbed his nose at where her nerves were most concentrated, causing them to rhythmically pulse, brighten, and gradually change color from a mix of greens, blues, yellows, and twinkling amethyst to an innervated pink.
'This feels better than anticipated...' noted Wicke, shifting her focus from the battle occurring several meters away to what was happening beneath her. She had received numerous professional massages before, but there was something about the deliberateness of Jason's actions that made her heart race and heat permeate her body. And though it was presently faint, she could feel the pulsating tingle Ellaine had animatedly described with a broad smile...
"Alright. We should probably continue this later..." suggested Wicke, a bead of sweat forming on the left side of her face before she released Jason's hands and got up from his face. This left the latter more than a little confused, but the buxom woman's intentions became clearer when she turned to face him, extended her hand to help him up, and smilingly asked, "You don't want Ren seeing you perform intimate acts, right? It's enough for me that you were willing, so, for the time being, let's close out our match. If you're still feeling up for it afterward, I'll happily accompany you someplace private..."
[The Great Sage Who Peeks Under Skirts stares at the one called Wicke with a deadpan expression.]
[The Maw That Grins Within the Abyss falls back and clutches its belly without restraint.]
"..."
Though he had all kinds of retorts he wanted to offer, Jason silently accepted Wicke's assistance while eyeing the text windows appearing in his periphery. His lower half was clearly anticipating more, but he grit his teeth, flexed his hands in an effort to promote circulation, and shifted his focus to Ren's battle with Stufful.
Ostensibly sensing Jason's gaze, Ren, looking tired but largely uninjured, turned her head to meet it. When she saw him looking at her, her pale red eyes lit up, and a smile blossomed across her face before she was forced to evade the Stufful's flailing charge. This was the reason the latter was known as the Flailing Pokémon. It was stronger, faster, and more durable than the majority of first-stage Pokémon, but it lacked control, causing it to stumble about, trip, and roll nearly every time it threw a stone-breaking punch.
Taking advantage of Stufful's lack of coordination, Ren used Quick Attack to attack the pink and white Pokémon from behind as it attempted to rise to its feet. The attack connected successfully, but while the Stufful once again stumbled forward, Ren was noticeably repelled away from it as their bodies made contact.
"That's this Stufful's Ability, Fluffy," chimed Wicke, posing next to Jason with her hands on her hips as she explained, "It drastically reduces the damage it takes from contact moves, but increases the damage it takes from Fire-type attacks. If your Rio—if Ren had a Fighting-type move, she might be able to eke out a victory. But this Stufful was durable enough to survive having a tree nearly two meters wide land on top of it. It might not be able to land a blow against Ren's greater speed and agility, but it's only a matter of time before her stamina reaches its limit."
As proof of Wicke's claims, Ren was visibly panting while her opponent, Stufful, looked no worse for wear as it tottered unsteadily to its feet and began another awkward charge. Riolu were famed for their stamina, but they were fundamentally crepuscular creatures, meaning they were most active during twilight—the hours before sunrise and after sunset. Ren had yet to acclimate to her sleep schedule, so she had effectively been up all night.
'There has to be a way she can win...' Jason growled internally, his brows furrowing to their limits. At that exact moment, it was as though someone had applied a filter over his vision, causing the world to appear noticeably darker. Two very apparent exceptions were Ren and Stufful, who, from his perspective, appeared to be suffused with a vast array of colors, the most prominent being fiery red.
Shifting his gaze to his right, prompting Wicke to turn her head and meet his gaze with a smile, Jason's lips parted involuntarily. Rather than flesh and blood, Wicke's body appeared to be composed predominantly of pink and yellow light. Her usually yellow eyes shone with a luminous blue. And behind them, he could make out what he could best describe as a three-dimensional projection of her brain, pulsating with a mix of blues, greens, and shimmering violets like a peculiarly shaped but breathtaking nebula of luminous gases and twinkling stars...
"What is it...?" asked Wicke, the yellows and pinks permeating her body becoming more prominent as she tilted her head and adopted a genuinely radiant smile.
Though he was tempted to remark on Wicke's beauty, Jason returned his attention to the battle between Ren and Stufful, his hands feeling clammy and his pulse racing. He noticed that each time Ren struck the Stufful, the light within their bodies would shift and flicker as if explosive waves were passing through them. More importantly, he noticed that the Stufful's left leg and foot were regularly pulsing with a more vibrant shade of red than the rest of its body. As it awkwardly ambled forward, he also noticed that it shifted from its left foot markedly quicker than its right, causing his eyes to flash opportunistically as he shouted, "Ren! From now on, target its left leg and foot! It's injured...!"
"Rena...!"
Hearing Jason's shout, Ren's red eyes ignited with cerulean-blue flames as she dodged out of the Stufful's way. Once again, the Stufful stumbled due to its own momentum, but instead of making an effort to catch itself, it turned its head to stare at Jason with its doll-like eyes. At it did, he got the distinct impression it wasn't happy that he had revealed it was injured, an involuntary chill running through him as its unblinking, dark-brown eyes bored into him like a pair of laser-powered drills...
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