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The Gamer Chapter 1820 – Letting Time Tick By
🕑 Added 2025-01-18 16:37:31 +0000 UTC
The remainder of the weeks that Justinian had been meant to govern came and went without any great incident. John managed to get his work done at the proper pace, allowing him to take his Sunday off in totality for once. There were many ways to use that time. John opted to let laziness win out for once. He had not caught up on his video games in a while and running an extra Assault or three, while worthwhile, was not a pressing matter.
John was strong now, truly strong. There was still the ambition to supplant Romulus as the Apex, but such an ambition was more helped than hindered by the Gamer taking a day off. Relentlessly insisting on being productive in every moment of his existence inevitably led to exhaustion. Exhaustion led to decreased productivity. It was in the interest of sustainable growth to take his time off.
It was also in the interest of keeping his private life in order that he spent his time with his haremettes. Granted, for that he took time on all but the busiest of days. There were always at least some hours outside the morning and evening orgies that he spent with all or most of his women. Still, it was best to dedicate entire days to this, if not for the harem’s broader health, then his own. Nothing was quite as refreshing to his mind as the company of the women he loved.
And it all began with waking up.
The familiar sensation of his cock being the centre of adoring ministrations coaxed him out of the waning moments of slumber. As per usual, there was only one tongue, one pair of lips, one woman that got to claim his morning wood. Most days started like that. For the haremettes, getting the first load of the day was a little competition and a respected boundary. For John, guessing who had gotten there first was a game that he had a 99,9% win rate in. The one time he had been wrong, it had been Gaia.
The lips, cheeks, and throat sat very tight around his cock, pointing to one of the smaller members of his harem. Temperature and shape of the walls that bobbed up and down were regular human, cutting down the potentials tremendously. Then there was the aggressive yet uncertain way with which this haremette moved. She always kept his cock deep in her throat.
John reached down. He had already worked out who it was before the texture of her messy hair tingled his palms. “Eliana,” he grunted and pinned her head down against his crotch. The pretty little psycho’s moan was muffled by the amount of manhood stuffing her throat.
The Gamer opened his eyes. It made no difference, he still saw nothing. He gently removed his other arm from Beatrice’s nightly embrace. The passive maid cooed a mild protest, then pressed her lips on his neck. “Good morning, Master,” she whispered, neutral tone compromised by adoration.
“Good morning, Bae,” he whispered back. A hand on his cheek gently pulled his head to the other side, where Undine’s cool lips claimed his first kiss of the day.
While he lovingly kissed the slime lady, he held Eliana’s head with both hands and mercilessly thrust up into her. The muffled moans were replaced with orgasmic screams. Eliana may not have had the throat sensitivity of others, but she was so masochistic, so submissive, that few could even claim to be close. Getting used as a cocksleeve was its own orgasmic trigger to the pretty little psycho.
John was feeling extra horny that morning and he knew exactly why. He was not in charge of his own nutrition, but he paid enough attention to what delicious meals Aclysia prepared to realize that he was always more needful and enduring on days after he had a lot of meat. The weaponized maid had stuffed him with steaks, salad, and strawberries the day before. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Thrusting up into the willing sex slave soon proved to be too little to satisfy his early morning desire. Still blind but more than aware enough of his surroundings, John put the hot-blooded sex toy on her back. The sensation of thick thighs yielding under his grasp was elevated by the absence of sight. He held onto them while driving his cock back into Eliana’s throat.
Muffled screams and the aggressive sound of his balls smacking against her progressively stickier face were barely enough to make the haremettes stir. Head lowered, John found the already gushing pussy of his cumdump. She tasted sweet, a faint note of her lavender soap mixing in with her honey. The tip of his tongue circled her clit, driving her absolutely wild. Her arms wrapped around his hips, urging him to stay inside her throat forever.
John obliged for a little eternity. One more thrust and the first load of the day shot down her gullet. Thick and heavy, the seed filled her stomach, while her pussy juices made a mess of his face and the sheets. She was squirting intensely, the finale to minutes of occasional gushing and constant orgasms.
After that initial relief, more followed. One after another, the haremettes stirred from their sleep and for all of them the first view in the morning was their man balls deep inside another woman. An issue in practically every other household. Here, well, every haremette was at least mildly voyeuristic and who did not enjoy their best friends having a great time?
Usually, the morning orgy naturally flowed from bedroom to bath, but that was a habit created by time constraints. They woke up around 6 and left the house around 8. Two hours to have a romp with every member of his harem and get clean and have breakfast was a logistical challenge that they had gotten very good at. Today, there was no such time constraint, so John treated himself not only to riding things out at his preferred speed, he also did it with only one body.
Hunger was the reason that they eventually stopped in the constant writhing of sweaty bodies. All of them moved to the great shower room. With all of them in there, John took the liberty to activate the ceiling shower. A multitude of holes allowed water to pour down in sputtering streams. It was less a shower and more cleaning themselves in calm, tropical rain. It was an entirely different sensation from cabins. Gaps between allowed for soaping up.
John enjoyed these ‘rain showers’ a lot. They allowed for him to make use of the full space of the showering room, itself an installation that was big enough for a well-frequented gym, and it also allowed him and his haremettes to remain close. Water-resistant furniture had been placed sporadically to give some surfaces to sit on or to be bent over. John took great advantage of that. Even while he took a pause to actually clean himself, Lee gave him a soapy hand job.
The maids removed themselves from the shower ahead of time to get breakfast arranged. It came in two waves that morning. First were all of the things that did not require any or little preparation, bread and toppings primarily. A little while later, various warm meals were brought in. Bacon, egg, light soups, and whatever else was appropriate for a hearty breakfast. Sylph, all the while, decided that she preferred his cum over any food that morning.
“It dawns on me that this is the kind of day where my dick will spend more time in women than out in the air,” John joked.
Sylph babbled something. Worryingly, John managed to understand her, despite the fact that her nose was pressed against his groin. “Air is good but air spirits around your dick are better, yes, sir, yes, mister! Sylphs, and there are many Sylphs, but only one me, are natural cocksleeves! We have versatile roles in every group, as cocksleeves, because dicks belong inside us, yup, yup!”
‘I may be going insane,’ John thought. He considered the idea, then elected to keep going. A cream cheese spread was offered to him by the slender fingers of pale Claire. Sylph resumed sucking him off with all of the breathless eagerness of a total slut crossed with a hyperactive bunny. This kind of insanity was agreeable to the Gamer and he came swiftly.
Past breakfast, he moved to the gaming room. He spent several hours playing co-op RPGs with Lee, Claire, and Gnome. One laid claim to his title of being the biggest gamer in the household and, courtesy of hours committed, it was strong. The other two wanted to witness some narratives.
Gnome continued to be committed to her effort to one day put together a pen and paper campaign for the whole harem. Logistically, that would require various additional game masters to support her (or game mistresses, in all due likelihood). Claire had already decided to be one of them. Others had shown interest. It was slowly becoming more than a pipedream.
It wasn’t going to happen that Sunday though. That Sunday, John was playing co-op RPGs, getting blowjobs under the table while he sat, and taking breaks by moving to the living room. There, roped up in a mobile BDSM set-up, Eliana, Scarlett and Lorelei awaited his attention. The seer had even been allowed her orgasms for when he chose to fuck her. Nahoa had also been tied up, but in less serious a manner. He was introducing her to bondage slowly. She was loving it so far.
It was 4 PM by the time that they lost motivation to continue playing the game. An unlucky cascade of events had seen them chain stunned and taken out one after another. That was the catalyst to put it down for a bit and stretch their legs. They did this by taking a walk. Claire grabbed her parasol, John unbound the four women in the living room, and they went outside.
It was a lovely day, as all days in the Guild Hall were. Even beyond the massive cylinder that encompassed the supernatural island, the sky was only mildly clouded. For an early November day, it was relatively warm – a pleasant 10 degrees Celsius. Within the Guild Hall, Rave’s insistence kept the heat at 28 degrees. That was as low as she had been willing to go.
Wearing only light clothes, the lot of them began their walk. They went south-west, following the broad, smooth roads of greyish white stone. Their target was the Park. It would be well-visited at this time of day on a weekend, but well-visited for the open green areas of the Guild Hall meant many hundreds on normal days and several thousands on the busiest ones. Assuming there were about 1000, they would be distributed around 10 square kilometres worth of woodland and karsts. The tall granite spires rose from the islands in an awesome display.
“I wonder if I will have time to see the genuine articles next week,” John wondered.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Eliana asked.
“Because they’re in south China, which is a bit far away from Beijing.” The Gamer’s tone made the correction teasing, something the blood mage did not appreciate. She bumped him with her shoulder, sending his step slightly off course. He chuckled and she flashed him a grin. Teasing was part of the good tone.
Eliana would not accompany him to the Mandate of Heaven. The people of the Federation wanted her in the Hudson Barrier for the deterrent that her presence was and the people of the Mandate could potentially see her as a threat. The same logic had not persuaded Nathalia from staying away. A matter that now made John sigh.
“That will be a very interesting visit,” he said out loud. “I hope Nathalia doesn’t step on a proverbial rake.”
“But it would be hilarious if she stepped on literal ones,” Claire gave her opinion. She would also be accompanying him. John was not going to enter a den of vipers like the Forbidden City was without his best physical intel gatherer. Scarlett was staying home for the opposite reason. The Forbidden City did not operate on much technology, or so John had heard. “Do not worry, Master, we will be on our best behaviour.”
“I know you will try to be, but there will be forces afoot trying their best to make you lose your calm and, for once, we can expect such forces to be talented or trained enough to actually try to make us into fools. We’ve more combat training than basically anyone, but who knows what nasty surprises they have for us on the diplomatic front.”
John shook his head and chased the topic away. He did not want to risk one of them slipping up and talking about Lu Zhi in too familiar a tone while they were out there. “How have you two been adapting, Claire, Nahoa?”
The question came out of left field, admittedly. “Am I, like, so unreadable?” Nahoa asked and tugged at her chest piece. Rather than the maid uniform, she had decided to go out in a light, tribal garb that showed much of her white body markings. She was seen in such clothes more often than not. While she was certainly part of the maid cadre, she also insisted on maintaining her roots. A stance that John supported fully.
“I just want to hear it from your lips sometimes,” John assured. He had eyes enough to see how well they were doing and the mental connection would have alarmed him if they were ever alarmed about the state of the world. Still, he preferred to do this in the ways humans had done since speech had been developed. For all his power, his brain was still that of a very advanced ape.
“Your technologies are marvels with odd frustrations that I struggle to understand at times,” Nahoa reported. “Lag is more infuriating than a servant that refuses to take the proper tone. A servant I can scold, a device that refuses its purpose is, like… a stick that kills the fire once placed in it. Frustration and confusion overwhelm me at times.”
John laughed at that description of a very common phenomenon. “And society?”
“Absolutely absurd, like, huh?” Nahoa was back to her bimbo-self. “Like, I do not get it and it's so weird but you do have a lot of stuff but you also have the weirdest gaps? You make everything soooooo complicated. Well, the mundane side anyway… I avoid it a lot.”
John could not blame her in the slightest. Nahoa was a child of the Abyss through and through, being a demigoddess from a long-standing, magical civilization. The cold materialism that was especially prevalent in modern cities would have been alien to her. That and her oft-stated mixture of awe and horror at the pure population density of said cities had her prefer to remain inside Illusion Barriers, rather than head out under the cover of illusions or the basic human disguise her state as a Natural Spirit afforded her.
“Can I be honest?” Claire raised her voice, her tone serious.
“I insist you are,” John answered. Lorelei, Eliana, Lee and Scarlett fell silent, ending what chatter had been between them while John had talked to the other two.
The vampire maid turned her head and smiled broadly, showing her fangs in the process. “Listen to you, being all mindful,” her voice was, as ever, deeply charming. Claire had been a charismatic woman when they had first found her and had only become more so as John focused her Stats in that area. “It’s nothing bad, in fact it’s quite good.” Claire extended her hand past the protective shade cast by her parasol.
Black and red drifts of mist from her skin symbolized the slow expunging of mana from her being. Her changed composition protected her from the worst her kind had to suffer under the daystar, but it did not make her immune. She withdrew her hand after a few seconds, beholding the extremity contemplatively.
“I came to this world a woman with a void filled with love. I came to this world escaping a tyranny absolute. I came to this world through mercy, having known none in my life.” Claire smiled at each of the present haremettes, before stopping at John. “Since I have entered this world, I have begun to appreciate humanity more and more. Where once there was a filled void, I am beginning to feel whole properly… and yet disappointed in other measures.” She let out a long sigh. “The more I see what humans are capable of, the more their shortcomings disappoint me. Ah well.” Claire twirled her parasol and smiled. “What I want to say is… that I am happy. I am happy beyond the life with you. I am happy that this world exists.”
She gazed into the distance.
“I wish for all to feel this way.”
