As I stood there, absorbing this new knowledge, I began to grasp the full extent of the skill's capabilities. I also discovered that I could level up by investing points in skills, a prospect that both excited and intimidated me.
However, I was hesitant to commit my precious points, fearing that the outcome might not be what I had hoped for.
The risk of wasting my points was too great, and I decided to hold back, at least for the time being.
With my mind still reeling from the discovery, I turned my attention to my inventory list, eager to explore its contents.
As I scrolled through the items, a broad smile spread across my face, my expression reflecting the satisfaction and wonder that I felt.
My eyes wandered over the assortment of items I had collected, each one a tangible reminder of my escapades.
The list was short, yet intriguing, consisting of a trio of objects that seemed worlds apart in their purpose.
First, there was the delicate, lace-trimmed pair of black panties, a tantalizing trophy that now lay cradled in my palm.
I lifted them to my nose, inhaling deeply as the soft fabric caressed my skin.
Mizuno Asahi's panties.
A low, husky chuckle escaped my lips as I savored the moment. "Huff... Ha!" The sound was almost primal, a release of the pent-up excitement that had been building within me.
But as I breathed in again, I was met with the unmistakable scent of fabric softener.
It was a pleasant, yet disappointingly mundane aroma.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret, wondering if I should have taken the pair she was wearing instead. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, the thrill of the forbidden coursing through my veins.
I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the souvenir I held. "No, this is enough," I told myself, the words a gentle reminder that sometimes, the prize itself was less important than the memories it represented.
And with this tangible reminder, I could...
My mind began to wander, and I found myself reaching for my smartphone, my fingers instinctively navigating to the gallery.
The screen flickered to life, revealing a collection of photos I had taken, each one a small, seemingly insignificant snapshot of my daily life.
Schedules, notes, and random moments in time were all captured, frozen in perpetuity. And then, I saw them - several photos taken at 11:12 AM, each one a tiny piece of a larger puzzle.
The photographs that lay before me were, of course, those of the alluring married woman, Asahi.
Her face was frozen in a moment of unbridled ecstasy, her mouth agape as if still reeling from the aftershocks of our passionate encounter.
The imprints of my hands were visible on her breasts, a subtle reminder of the fervent caresses we had shared. And then, there was the telltale sign of our union - my semen, glistening as it trickled down from her groin, a potent testament to the unrelenting passion that had driven us together.
As I gazed upon the images, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. "Damn, it's still hot even when I look at it again!" I exclaimed, the memories of that fateful encounter flooding my mind.
The sensation of her breasts, soft and yielding to my touch, and the tightness of her vagina, which had seemed to mold itself to my every movement, threatened to overwhelm me.
I felt the familiar stirrings of arousal, my blood rushing to my penis as if beckoned by the siren's call of our past passion.
With a mixture of frustration and resignation, I frowned, shook my head, and tore my gaze away from the gallery.
My penis throbbed with an unrelenting urgency, a potent reminder of the desires that still lingered within me.
And yet, I knew that I couldn't indulge in the pleasure of masturbation, not now, when my focus was required elsewhere.
Don't I know when to stop? I chided myself, the rhetorical question hanging in the air like a challenge.
I turned my attention to the random draw, my mind pondering the possibilities that lay before me.
The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own breathing as I weighed the pros and cons of my next move. And then, in a flash of insight, I made my decision.
"I'll draw," I resolved, the words echoing in my mind like a promise. "It's more beneficial to draw than to raise my stats.
What if I get an attack skill from the draw? I could become an official hunter right away." The prospect was tantalizing, a siren's song that beckoned me with its promise of power and prestige.
And yet, as I delved deeper into my own motivations, I realized that my desire to become an official hunter wasn't as strong as I had initially thought.
With the DnD app at my disposal, what use would a hunter be? The question hung in the air, a nagging doubt that threatened to undermine my resolve.
As I sat there, the weight of my reality bore down on me, a constant reminder that I needed to earn a living and make ends meet.
The sting of being looked down upon still lingered, and I knew it was time for me to rise above my circumstances and become a respectable hunter.
The desire to prove myself burned within me, fueling my determination to succeed.
With a newfound sense of resolve, I steeled myself and made a decision. 'Just 5 points,' I muttered to myself, the words barely above a whisper.
'Let's use just 5 points!' The desperation in my voice was palpable, a testament to the urgency that drove me.
With a deep breath, I reached out and pressed the random draw button, the soft click of the screen echoing through the silence.
The question mark box on the screen began to shake, its edges blurring as it emitted a soft, pulsing light. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my heart racing with every passing moment.