You follow them loosely as you drive along the sh.o.r.e of Los Angeles, taking in the breathless sight of s.e.xy women tanning and playing on the beach. Any girl your eyes focus on, their bikini vanishes, giving you the best view possible.

This is your superpower. The power to see through everything.

Of course, you didn't just pay attention to their juicy t.i.ts, bubbling a.s.s or f.u.c.kable c.u.n.t or your desire to violate them with your raging hardon.

No, you also spend a good quality of your attention to the attributes and skills list that appear, floating next to each person. Since you acquire this power yesterday, you have been practicing them tirelessly, so that you could understand it fully.

With a moment of maturity, you forget your perversion and recollect your thought and examine what you have learn about your newfound power.

You have learned several key things. There are several categories of information you can see, but the four major ones are: status, attributes, skills and traits.

Status displays a person's health and whatever effects they are under. For example, hunger, tiredness, angry, fearful. Even h.o.r.n.y and l.u.s.tful appears sometimes on the list. How solid and visible the text is, the more effective the status is. A person whose hunger is in bold and could be seen clearly, meaning that they are really, really hunger. In fact, people who are under such an effect is almost always looking for foods.

Attributes reveals to you their physical stats – more or less. These are their strength, their endurance, their wisdom, their intelligence. Each attribute is given an accompanying number. With the numerous sample you examine, you realize that the average person is around 10. A body builder has about 20 in strength, or twice as strong as an average person. You hadn't seen anyone who had more than 30 to 40 range.

Skills are what people have learned or taught. These included acting, memorization, sportsmans.h.i.+p, leaders.h.i.+p, photography, dancing and so on. These are given a grade next to them, ranging from F to S cla.s.s, with positive or negative signs as well. For example, a person playing beachball have a good coordination skill, rating at B or B+. You did notice a few S cla.s.s rating on a few people, such as S cla.s.s cooking. It simply means that they are a very good chef.

Traits was the hardest category to see. To view these clearly, the people had to be stripped away from everything that obscuring them, clothing or otherwise. Traits include things such as "easy to p.r.o.ne to anger", "generous person", "strong fighting spirit" etc. There was a percentage given next to each of the traits, likely meaning how effective these traits are.

While you could see status quite easily, attributes required you to strain your eyes a bit. When their attributes appear, their clothing would begin to fade away. Most people become completely naked when you examine their skillsets. Since traits is the hardest to view, no one you could hide anything from you when you are looking at their personality and traits.

The reason that you can strip away people's clothing with your eyes as you view deeper and deeper into what makes them as a person makes sense from a metaphorical standpoint. It was like you are peering into their very soul.

Scary.

It is a scary thought, and whether a soul exists, you must think a bit more on that.

Your leisure drive eventually ended at your family villa. The villa is in a good location, sitting between the Los Angeles International Airport and the Marina. If you are bored for whatever reason, you could go boating or head off on a holiday.

Of course, you would need money for any of that.

The truck is already at the villa. There are people coming and going from the trucks, moving your things into the storage room at the side of the house. Once they are done, you would pay them.

You park your car carefully in the garage. You make sure your d.i.c.k calm down first before exiting the car. It would be bad to return home with a tenting pole.

At the main entrance of your family home, you examine at the familiar white building. You step onto the stone steps slowly and give a sigh. You didn't want to return home until you have made something of yourself, but your current situation is not good.

You eventually walk into the house. The maid and butler greet you and welcome you home. You didn't pay them any mind and skillfully turn at the end of the corridor and into the main living room. Your mother is waiting for you there.

"Hi mum, I'm home," you greet the middle-aged woman, whose hair and eyes are almost the same as yours. She was sitting on the couch, crossed-leg and readying a magazine. As she looks up at you, you take in her distinctive facial feature, beautiful and mature. Her maintenance is very excellence, and it looks like she was still in her early thirties, but you know better.

Her status floating next to her, telling you that she is in perfect health and somewhat hungry. She is also somewhat anxious and tired. You ponder what her attributes is, and her clothes began to flicker.

You immediately stop that thought as this is your mother for G.o.d-sake. There are lines that must not be crossed – or are there?

"Good," your mother said, gently nod her head. She put down the magazine and stood up, reaching your height. She walks pa.s.s you, letting you drink in her scent and towards the dinner. "Let's eat."

You gulped and follow the MILF without a word. Your eyes stuck to her swaying a.s.s, tightly bound by her dress. The dress began to flicker as an attribute materialize next to your mother.

Well, at least you try. Unfortunately, the perversion is strong within you.