Old Man Li had provided him with some supplementary materials to help him along in the path of achieving Rizzmaster status and fulfilling his genetic potential.
"Tristen and the ARSES are strong. They are hard. But you will be harder." Old Man Li spoke the words with conviction as he fanned himself with a pamphlet advertising rice wine at 50% off.
"To become a great Rizzmaster, you must be knowledgeable in the classics." He tossed Bob a pile of books.
"You must read."
Bob picked one up, it was entitled "Game of Stones" and started reading.
...
"Georg R.R. Martens sighed in contentment as he glanced at his lover, Winter.
His rocks, his stones, his crown jewels, were rocky rock hard.
Winter didn't speak much English, but she did speak the universal language of love.
"Feel these stones. How do they feel in your hand?"
"They... feel smooth." Winter replied uncertainly. She was dressed in not much, and glanced up at the bearded man shyly.
"They also taste good too. Have you heard of rock candy? Well, I got these as a present, just for you."
Hushed whispers and giggles could be heard, and soon, they were moaning in ecstasy.
Georg grit his teeth as they ground against each other.
"I'm close!" he cried. "And you?"
Winter's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Ah! Winter! Winter is coming!!!" she cried.
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Bob's eyes lit up with enlightenment.
It was helpful indeed. Books indeed contained the deepest desires, hopes and dreams of many people, and it would give him an edge in Mind Connection once the time came.
He picked up another book.
"The Horny Games"
"I'm so friggin horny! I need the D!" Katnip had taken a double dose of aphrodisiac, and her eyes were rolled back; she was filled with the need, for someone's seed.
Peetah wiggled his eyebrows. "Me! Pick me! I'm willing to serve," he said with an air of clingy hopefulness.
Katnip immediately became unaroused.
"Yeah, but you're literally a Pathetic Peetah. Sorry."
She immediately turned to Hamish Aburnatural and started snogging him relentlessly.
Peetah cried and ran outside, whilst Hamish satisfied her with his giant sch****.
"Oh my", Katnip sighed in contentment as she traced the outlines of Hamish's champion-level chest. Indeed, Champions really were built different.
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"Hairy Pee and the Goblet of Rizz"
Hermyne was fondling Vigtor Krust, whilst Hairy and Ronnie looked on.
"See this?" Hermyne looked scornfully at Hairy, who was crying.
They were adults now, but Hermyne never forgave Hairy for being so pathetic and not ending up with her, and Ronnie... well he might have been the founder of "We Do Ron Ron, We Do Ron Ron", but right now he wasn't looking too happy with his meal.
"This could have been all yours..." She showed off her flawless features. "But now?" She draped her hands and legs around Krust, who, living up to his name, was unable to withstand the stimulation and blasted his batter with a splatter.
"Oof. Hermykneeh, you are ahmazingkh," Krust said in a deep, masculine voice, and sighed as his man-liquid began to solidify and live up to his name.
"Oh you big Bulgarian spunk you!" Hermyne chided but she smiled.
"Please, Hermyne, give me another chance," Hairy and Ronnie begged.
Hermyne shook her head. Your limp Rizz Indexes are far too low to overcome my queenly Anti-Rizz Index. On the other hand, Vigtor is a professional athlete and his Rizz is over 9000. Come on, Krusty, let's go."
Leaving Hairy and Ronnie in ruins, the pair left the building.
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Whilst Bob's youth and childhood were undoubtedly corrupted, Old Man Li's Rizz teachings nevertheless hit the mark, and soon, Bob's eyes filled with generic determination as he again realised the important of Rizz and ascending his genetic quality as quickly as possible.
"In seven days", he would turn 18. And with it, a new world would...
He glanced at the Rizzmaster's fan, which was decorated with pink 'mosaic' pixels.
"...fan open."