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The Gamer Chapter 1972 – Approaching the Late Game 19 – Day 3/Day 7
🕑 Added 2025-10-07 18:00:56 +0000 UTCJohn did not see Moira for the rest of the day. He did not pry into what had been said between the circle of friends. Was he curious? Immensely so. Still, it was improper to dig into these things. If he was supposed to know, he would find out in due time.
Plus, he had two higher priorities that day. Eliana had her birthday and Lyndell had joined the harem. They were entitled to his full attention and they shared it between them amicably. Eliana had a three-hour pounding session and Lyndell went around living out her newfound kissing addiction.
The day ended without further events. John went to bed with another woman sharing the mattress. Luckily, this bed was a copy of the equivalent back in the Palace, so they had more than enough room.
And thus, the next morning came with the usual guessing game.
By the time he was awake enough to differentiate the details of pleasure, the entirety of his cock was within the woman’s throat. Walls twitched and undulated, like the folds of a pussy, which greatly diminished the number of viable choices. Undine would not have claimed this position again in such short a time, she was too focused on being fair to do that. Plus, the temperature was at a regular human level.
That fact also excluded Siena, who had been an unlikely candidate anyhow. The throat of the midnight elemental was more on the alien side and, unlike Undine, she did not have total reshaping power over it. She had a lot of control, yes, but not total.
With the elementals out of the running, the throat-pussies left in the harem belonged to Nahoa and Nightingale. The demigoddess of gluttony, he could exclude on two factors. One was that, when she got into it, Nahoa’s mouth shifted in its shape, enveloping more in a tight tunnel than was biologically feasible. The second factor was that she was shorter and that would have reflected in the specifics of the way her lips and inner walls were stretched.
Thus, it had to be Nightingale. The twitching folds were almost indistinguishable from her proper hole between her legs. Had it not been for her lips and tongue, one could have considered he was being ridden.
“Nightingale.” John locked in his choice. Feathers brushed over his legs, the harpy getting into a comfortable position to continue bobbing her head with reckless abandon. The Gamer groaned, the up and down bringing him to climax swiftly. It was just one of those mornings where he woke up ten strokes away from release.
Nose on his groin, Nightingale drank it all. Her throat clenched and relaxed around him, betraying her own orgasm. Sticky juices mixed with her saliva, pooling around the base of his cock. Harpies had evolved for oral favours of the delectably sloppy kind. It was all the hotter for how much of a lady she usually was.
John had his contact lenses in when she glided up. Her black lips formed a tight ring. Her cheeks were sucked in. Every bit of his shaft left her as clean as a cock covered in love juices could be. “Aaaahhhh!” she released her held breath, just as the still hard cock popped out of her mouth. “Thank you for the meal, my patriarch.”
“The pleasure is mine,” John assured her.
Lyndell suddenly shoved her head into the scene. Burying her nostrils in his sack. The depraved whiffs she took would have been comedic if they hadn’t been so hot. Her eyes glazed over, her fingers curled almost painfully into his thigh. Every time she inhaled again, another shiver went through her.
Had it not been for Rave, John absolutely would have dragged her up by the horns and shoved his cock down her throat. Instead, the feline Lightbearer pulled her to the side. “5 more days, Lyn, 5 more days.”
The horny mushroom didn’t even whimper, just stretched out a hand while she was banished to a corner of the bed where Lorelei was being an example of voluntary celibacy.
“I anticipate her rite of joining,” Nightingale whispered.
In harpy tradition, a harpy that joined an already established harem first made out with all present haremettes, then served the man together with all of them, often getting deflowered in that engagement. Nightingale had celebrated this herself, utilizing his endless source of seed to make all of those kisses a cum-filled heaven of pleasure. By the time he had fucked her, she had been a total mess.
They had used derivations of this tradition a couple of times. Delicia had joined in a threesome with him and Nightingale, although that had been for reasons of two friends turning into lovers, which had its bit of awkwardness.
Nahoa’s joining had certainly been inspired by the harpy tradition, although they hadn’t followed it exactly there either.
Maybe, for Lyndell, they could construct it that way?
John would have to think about that when his dick wasn’t achingly hard.
“Shall I soothe you?” Nightingale asked.
“You got your load. Delicia, mind helping me with this?”
“Actually unable to even masturbate,” the bratty maid mocked him, but crawled over all the same. She straddled his head, just as he had wanted, making her fat thighs and ass the entirety of his seen world. The shortstack’s tits rested heavily on his groin, her pillowy lips resumed the work her best friend had done. Said harpy used her dextrous tongue to massage his balls while the alchemist deepthroated him.
The 69 ended with another load inside the stomach of a haremette and his face covered in sexual fluids, so he called that a success.
Upon the removal of the delicious flower from his face, John spotted the blue of a new window hovering above him. ‘There it is,’ he thought and read the Quest for the 2nd day of Christmas.
‘I am not a fan of you dictating the expansion of my harem, Gaia,’ John complained to the supreme deity. ‘Even if it is obvious that it will happen, it’s my choice.’ The Gamer contemplated pressing the ‘No’ button just to make that point. Reason won out over emotion. There was no drawback to accepting the Quest, even if he ended up failing it.
In terms of time management, this one seemed more doable. The only other Among You game they had played had taken a couple of hours. A Pen and Paper session technically ought to be over within the same day as well. That Gaia wanted him to hold it in an empty Intermediary Barrier specifically was an overt hint that shenanigans were afoot though. The 3 Waves were potentially challenging because they would go 10 levels above what they currently had.
When fighting a real enemy, 10 levels were basically nothing at this point. The Stat difference between someone at level 800 and level 810 was 1,25%. Dungeon enemies operated under a different scale that John was not quite privy to. He assumed that they got a damage multiplier and reduction factor applied based on level difference to assure he didn’t farm content above his intended level.
Still, with the right party and a cautious approach, it should be doable.
The only real hurdle was the next Raid boss. Those often ate several days. If there was a crunching factor, it came from there.
‘I’ll move from easy to difficult,’ he thought. ‘Among You game first, then Pen and Paper, then the Waves, then the Raid, then the haremette.’ “Who is the potential of this week?” he asked the room.
“Fianna,” Rave responded firmly.
‘In other words, Moira hasn’t made her decision yet,’ John thought. “Very well… with that in mind, I would invite Fianna to the game. We might as well do some harem-building exercises.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Rave agreed.
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“So that’s our current trajectory,” John said. “Any questions? Comments?”
Fianna’s face did not move. Had it not been for the bit of mental movement that, despite deliberate isolation, rubbed up against his mind, John could have thought she hadn’t heard the question at all.
If she had been a statue, she would have been a gorgeous one. He had visited the sniper in her quarters, a medium-sized room with a private bath. For reasons he could easily guess, Fianna had gotten her hands on one of his used shirts. She wore it proudly, letting the loose top hang from her shoulders, obscuring all about her torso safe for the rise of her breasts. Her thick thighs were completely visible, as was a peak of her ass. Face aside, those were definitely her most alluring parts.
Them and the pussy that he could just barely see, courtesy of her salute. He had entered her quarters, yet he was the one sitting and she was the one standing, her robotic feet perfectly parallel, one arm at the side, the other raised to her forehead.
‘To order her to stand still as I take her from behind…’ John fantasized. He could see it already. Bending her, just a little bit, so her round derriere would stick out, then the smacks that followed. The mental image flickered between the current outfit and her bodysuit. Either way, he would continue until her tiger tail was twitching and her cheeks were red. Then, he would push his cock against her swollen mons and-
“I find it slightly amusing that I am being given permission to pursue you, Sir,” Fianna spoke up. “I also find it highly amusing that so much of Lyndell’s plotting is both coming to pass and is proving to be entirely superfluous.”
“Not a whole lot of plotting needed, I am notoriously horny.” John let out a long sigh. “I swear things will slow down after I get out of this Illusion Barrier… It’ll take months for you three to be properly absorbed into this absurd social gathering.”
“You ‘three’, Sir?” Fianna asked.
“Whether I am right or wrong, I am assuming that I’m going to have to add Moira for the 3rd day’s Quest.” He stopped for a moment. “I ‘have to’.” He then repeated, making big air quotes. “Anyway, any preferences for who you will be playing Pen and Paper with?”
“I should maximize exposure to those I haven’t engaged a lot with…” Fianna thought aloud, her soft Irish accent making her turn every ‘r’ into a little miracle of sound.
“I should clarify we have 3 open slots. You will take one and Gnome will be DM.”
“Understood. Then I would ask for Salamander, Sylph and Lu Zhi.”
John laughed, already imagining the hijinks. “That sounds like a mixture for disasters… very well.”
“Is a similar choice open for the Among You game?” Fianna inquired.
“Last time we played that, there was no upper limit, but that was also a while ago. Assuming there isn’t, it’s just an open invitation.”
“I see. Will we begin that game immediately?”
“In an hour.”
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Last time they had played Among You, they had been 16 people in total, 2 of which were Copernicus and Stirwin. It had been an Imposter victory, primarily because Sylph had been an adorable little murder breeze. Her chaotic nature had cloaked her well.
This time around there were 25 players. John doubted that it would stay at 4 Imposters under these circumstances. Not that they would be told how many Imposters there were. They had not been last time, there was no reason to believe they would be now. It could be anywhere from 4 to 7, depending on how cruel Gaia was feeling towards the Crewmates.
Of the people part of the overall grinding session, six had opted out of playing. Undine and Lydia simply did not feel like it, which was fair enough. Lorelei was a bit too good at reading people, even with her powers muted by the mechanics of the game, to allow her to partake. Nightingale and Ehtra specifically did not like the kind of game where they were likely to have to lie in order to win. Moira simply did not show up. She had been there for the breakfast talk, but had not said much.
“Everyone ready?” John asked, to universal nods. “Then I shall open the Adventure.”
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