Time was running out. Being on a countdown to a full reset had forced Chad to forget anything but the objective.
After all, he rather liked his current improvements.
And perhaps the mild boost to his intelligence had helped him prioritize these gains more rationally despite the absurdity of the whole situation.
There was just one problem: he had no idea who the girl was who so brazenly wrote her number on his cock with a marker.
And then it hit him as he was chasing after the girl through the halls of the university's dorm building.
Her number was written literally on his cock….
Why did he do all of this when he could have just gone to the bathroom and texted her?
At this moment he couldn't help but feel he was still missing too many IQ points and was quick to pull his phone out of his pocket.
Searching for the nearest restroom where he could gain some privacy.
Once safely inside the stall, he sat down and pulled out his phone.
Reading the number and typing it into his contacts, he pleaded a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening that she did not give him a false number.
As he began to text the girl, he was quick to realize he was not only did not know her name, or exactly how to speak to a random slut who had done something so provocative to him, despite having slept with his roommate the previous morning.
He couldn't help but agonize over this after all, it was not like his relationship experience was expansive. Claire was his only girlfriend from high school all through his college years.
And then a message appeared on his screen; the app sent a push notification.
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[Tick tock… Now is not the time to be hesitant; be assertive! Dumbass…]
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Chad could not help but grit his teeth at the mocking that Anna was giving him.
It was utterly infuriating. But perhaps that was exactly the kind of motivation he needed, as Chad forced himself erect and took a photo, sending it to the random number no longer caring at all about his future.
If only to spite the AI that dared mock his resolve.
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[Next time you should stick around to sing your handiwork. I have no idea what to call you, but congratz, if this is the effect you wanted you've got it….]
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The object of Chad's conquest was already in class when she received his message. A lecture on a topic she was forced to take for credits, but was otherwise tuned out of it in both mind and spirit.
But when she received the message, she couldn't help but gasp, forcibly covering her mouth as she saw the shocking image.
Then, a sultry smirk spread across her face as she began typing beneath her desk.
Luckily for her, she was in the back room, at the highest point of the lecture hall, lest someone behind her might see.
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[God damn… It's bigger than I thought… You got hard for me, baby? Took you long enough!]
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Chad couldn't help but sigh, thankful that he had indeed received an actual legitimate number, and had not just sexted a random stranger by mistake.
He then quickly zipped up his pants and left the restroom behind now that the hard work was done, and began typing in the halls, while fetching some breakfast, responding to the bitch who forced him into this ordeal the entire time as he did so.
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[Yeah… Yeah… are you gonna give me a name or what?]
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Looking from side to side, and then quickly over her shoulder to make sure nobody saw her actions, the girl quickly put her phone under the table and took a shot of her panties, before sending it back to Chad.
She then placed her phone down and did not say another word.
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Chad stared at the image he received, stunned by the shamelessness of the harlot he was flirting with.
She had not only sent him an image of her panties, but they were crotchless, and he got everything on full display.
Was she seriously wearing such attire in public?
He couldn't help but nearly choke on his egg croiscant sandwich from the university cafeteria as he tried to hide his shame before reading the caption below the image, while shielding his screen best he could.
[It's Amber, by the way, and you better not forget it! Now, I seriously have to get back to this lecture. We should hang out soon, though. You seem a hell of a lot more fun than your limp-dick roommate.]
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Chad was just about to sigh in relief when the devil in question appeared before him. Sitting directly across from him was none other than Trevor, and another of his friends.
"Holy shit dude… You were out cold last night, I brought this chick back last night, she was a hell of a screamer… and a squirter too, I don't know how you slept through all that bro, I made it rain more than once if you feel me. Oh, and that ass? Holy shit.... Anyway, I think she might be the one bro…."
Chad looked over at Trevor sitting across from him, confidently eating his breakfast, and then back at the phone, where he was literally staring at the wet pussy of the slut he fucked the night before.
He had no idea whether he should tell Trevor the truth, or let him realize it himself. From the looks of it, Trevor didn't actually appear to be in love with the bitch; he was just bragging about a night where he didn't sleep alone.
Because of this, Chad sighed and tucked his phone away after sending one last message to Amber.
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[Bet. Name the time and the place.]
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He then brought up another topic entirely while focusing back on his own food.
"Yeah… Well it looks like I'm back on the market… Claire fucking dumped my ass…"
Trevor and his friends looked at Chad as if he were the sorriest son of a bitch they had ever met.
"Claire… Good girl Claire? Claire Winters, the preacher's fucking daughter Claire? How in the hell did you manage to fuck that up?"
Chad rolled his eyes and flicked one of his spare tater tots at Trevor before groaning.
"I was an idiot that's how… Anyway, it's a moot fucking point, she hates me now… She hasn't responded to my texts all night, she's never done that before…."
Trevor wanted to retaliate against his friend's childish gesture, but could tell the man was still overcoming the thought of losing the closest thing to an angel on Terra's surface.
He was quick to sigh and shake his head before trying to comfort the man.
"Well… I guess it wasn't meant to be… I guess it's a good thing you at least got a taste of that sweet angel food cake before it turned sour, right?"
Chad's brow twitched instinctively as he tried to restrain the expression as best he could. Trevor caught on the fastest, while his other two friends were slow on the draw.
His mouth fell agape as he stared at Chad with an almost desperate look in his eyes.
"You two did, you know… engage in the cardinal sin, right? I mean there's no way you were dating for God knows how many-"
But the look on Chad's face said it all, and he stopped short, only to further his interrogation.
"Fucking how? How is that even possible!?!"
Chad sighed and shot a nasty glare at his roommate and friend before admitting defeat entirely.
"You said it yourself. She's a preacher's daughter bro. I couldn't undo the brainwashing no matter how hard I tried. She was insistent on waiting until marriage, and her parents…"
Instantly the image of Claire's mother's cold, chilling eyes entered his mind, and nearly froze his soul.
Causing the breath to get caught in his lungs, halting his statement mid-journey.
Trevor's friends picking up on what the man had noticed instantly stared at one another in stunned silence, forcing Trevor to break it.
"Well, you know what this means… We gotta hit the club tonight and get our boy laid! I mean, if there is no salvaging that relationship, then fuck it, no point being a monk any longer my friend! By the way, I wasn't going to mention it, but now that the bitch's leash has been lifted, you look a hell of a better, bro, erm… no homo."
Trevor's friends nodded in agreement with the man's assessment having just now realized a noticeable improvement in Chad's appearance.
Just as Trevor said this, Chad received another text from Amber. It was an address, followed by the ominous words that every man instinctively understood the meaning of. Unless their brains were as dense as a neutron star.
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[My parents just texted me; something came up and they're going out of town. Netflix and chill tonight at my place?]
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Chad smirked and texted back his response before stashing his phone away once more. Trevor took his expression as confirmation and ran with it immediately.
"Awesome! The boys are back together!"
However, Chad shook his head and stood up, tossing the contents of his food tray in the nearby trashcan as he did so.
"Sorry, bro, no can do, maybe another night. I already got plans."
Trevor's expression immediately shrank as he stood up and raised his arms in protest.
"What the fuck? Who? You don't have any friends but us!"
Chad however, looked back with a smug smirk, just enough to drop a major bomb before absconding like a villain.
"With your little girlfriend from last night…"
Trevor stood there in disbelief for a moment too long, muttering his honest thoughts out loud.
"No fucking way…"
He then quickly got on his phone and texted Amber, who did not respond in the slightest.
All the while she smirked in the lecture hall. With her legs crossed, concealing her free hand that was dug beneath her skirt.
"He really is kind of cute… Maybe not like… a male model, but more like a depressed little puppy. That's more my type anyway…."