Hollywood Delight 5 Returning Home

Her c.u.n.t is pressed very nicely against her invisible panties. After a second or two, you begin to wonder what color they are.

You are a man after all.

But since you obviously didn't want to cause any trouble, you quickly avert your eyes and walk away from the couple. A few hundred meters down the road, you turn around and have another look.

This time, you have the great pleasure of seeing the young mother in full nudity. She is now standing up straight and looking back at you. Her husband is undoubtedly telling her that you were staring from behind moments ago.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s didn't appear to be hold up by any form of bra, and they are huge – as expect of someone who is lactating. You wish you could give them a squeeze, but you prefer not to get beat up for it. Her husband is a mean looking fellow.

So, without any further ado, you gave her a smile and turn back around.

You continue onwards.

You head towards your car and while walking there, you scan the surrounding.

There are many people on the road, walking and talking. Their clothes they are wearing are flickering as if it was some sort of hologram. Some people are stark naked. Their clothes are fully transparent – with outline to tell you that they are in fact wearing clothes.

You take a moment to inhale all the glory your eyes give you. You ignore the stats and attributes data that appears on each other. That isn't as important as other things. You need to indulge yourself a little bit.

But first, you want to learn how to stop seeing naked men everywhere. You don't like that one bit as some of them are old people.

You immediately start practice squinting your eyes as well focusing it. After a good hour or so standing there, looking like an idiot, everyone has their clothing back on.

You let you a sigh while rubbing your eyes. At least now you can see what you need to see. Seeing all them naked girls while driving would be an unavoidable distraction.

You take out your car keys and have a good look at your car. Since your agent did not consider many years of friendship, you have no other options but to return home to your mother. She can give you a place to live while you prove yourself.

"System," you call out.

[User acknowledged. Please enter query.]

You shrug and begin to open your mouth. You close them before saying anything. You wonder if you could ask the system with a thought. The system remain silence. It didn't appear to work.

"What are the conditions?" you ask.

[Invalid query. Try again.]

"What are the conditions to the quest: Be the best f.u.c.king director in Hollywood!?"

[User must be acknowledged as the "best f.u.c.king director" in Hollywood. User must actively pursuit the completion of the quest. There is no time limit on this quest. Failure to complete the quest will result in the termination of the User.]

The conditions aren't that bad. You just need to be the best f.u.c.king 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 ma.s.sive 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 b.o.o.bs 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 a.s.s. 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, f.u.c.khead!"

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 b.a.l.l.s.

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."