5 Returning Home (2/2)

The conditions aren't that bad. You just need to be the best fucking director ever and you are clear.

”Tell me about my eyes?”

[Invalid query. Try again.]

You change the question and ask the system again.

[Invalid query. Try again.]

[Invalid query. Try again.]

[Invalid query. Try again.]

The same response was given.

You didn't know what this eyes ability is called, and without its actual name, you are unable to ask the System. You give up trying and get into your car.

You drive back to your apartment.

You stopped a traffic light on your way back.

There was a gym by the road.

Through the massive window in front of the place, many people are exercising. You focus your eyes and take in the awesome view of hot babes bouncing up and down. Their boobs jumping up and down, trying to break the confine of their sport bra.

You couldn't see through walls, but people's clothing isn't a problem at all.

You rub your nose as you check out a young woman's ass. She is doing bend over and squats, showing you everything. You couldn't help but let out a grin at the sight. How you wish you could touch it and enjoy yourself.

A honk breaks you out of your immersion.

”It's green, fuckhead!”

You roll your eyes and continue your way to your apartment. As fun as your newfound power is, it is somewhat lacking. For one, you can only look, but not touch. That will give you endless blue balls.

You must find ways to overcome this little problem.

Back in the apartment, you continue your packing. Hundreds of books that are almost rotted, dozens or so videotapes and film tapes. 16mm camera – they all went into packaging, readying to be ship out tomorrow.

”Time to go home.”