The Gamer Chapter 917 – Among Them 2 – When fishing, use appropriate bait (Patreon)

‘This is pretty fun,’ John thought while shooting meteors with an obliteration beam. A VR headset let him look through a camera on the cannon, that way he could aim in first-person. His ears were covered as well, only letting him hear repeated ‘pew-pew’ sounds while he hammered away at the minigame. It reminded John a lot of old-timey arcade games. Simple as it was, the formula was fun, so he didn’t mind the danger he was in. ‘I’m blind and deaf at the moment, I could be killed without knowing. Hell, there could be a corpse with me in the room right now, and I wouldn’t know.’

He had to resist the urge to take off the headset. It would reset his progress on this Task, plus he had a hitting streak going. The longer he went on without missing, the quicker the gun could reload.

John wasn’t sure if the original game had the same complexity, but he was pretty sure the tasks in it couldn’t have taken as long as these did. Neither did he think that this ‘Among Us’ game had maps as large as the one they were in.

Using the weapons had been the first item on John’s Task list, but he had actually gone to fix the wires and eject the trash first. The former had been a simple ‘match two’ minigame, where he had to combine the right cables with the right slots. In the case of the latter, it had been more of a problem-solving thing, where he had to rearrange a bunch of pipes so the trash could be blown out. Both had taken well over fifteen minutes. This current task, he had been hacking away at for about twenty minutes.

He had never gotten bored, but he couldn’t imagine a social deduction game where so much of the time was spent away from the conference table. Most likely, Gaia had scaled things to accommodate the many ways a reasonable person could behave in. That didn’t just affect the length of the Tasks, but also the size of the map. A human could perceive a lot more than a computer screen allowed.

John had stumbled into a few people in that time. Each time had been a tense situation, as he and the other person eyed each other up for the potential death that could ensue at any second. So far, he had gotten away alive every time.

There had also been two Sabotages throughout that time. One had made all of the lights go out, reducing vision, and the other had reduced door opening speed drastically. Both had gotten fixed before John bothered to check where he had to go to help. From his rough estimations, just counting the time from when a Sabotage occurred until it was done with, it seemed those emergency Tasks could be done within under five minutes.

John shot the last asteroid swarming around the space station and got a victory screen. Letting go of the controller, remarkably similar to an Xbox one, he pulled off the headset and stretched. Then he turned around on the swivel chair.

He was in a triangular room that was completely dominated by steel. Steel plates, steel floor, steel railing, steel frames and steel suspension wires. All of it existed to keep a platform hanging securely above a sea of cables, which connected the control station to the gun outside.

There was some safety in John’s current position. He was in one of the few rooms that had no doors, the room was open towards two long corridors that angled away in opposite directions. Theoretically, anyone using those corridors could look down those straight walkways and see that he was there. That would make it an incredibly dangerous position for someone to kill him at.

Sylph emerged a distance down the corridor and looked around. Looking right, then left, towards him, the arcvolt elemental came running and dancing towards him. There was a very outstanding lack of clothes on her, making blood rush from John’s brain downstairs. His body reminded him of the general sex deficit he had suffered recently. Not that he needed any excuse to get an erection when looking at one of his gorgeous women.

“Master, Master!” Especially when she addressed John in his favourite way while she came closer. “How’s it going? Is it going well? It’s going great for me! Super great!”

“I’m making alright progress, three out of five done,” John told her and decided he may as well play a little verbal game with her. There were three ways he saw this going. Either she was an Imposter and would kill him, in which case he was cornered but at least the chances of someone catching her were high, or she was innocent or she was an Imposter and her kill was on cooldown. “What Task do you have next?”

“Sucking your dick!” That was not an answer John had expected.

“Sucking my dick?”

“Can I?”

“…” John hesitated. His mind was telling him no, but his body, his body was quite clear. “…you know what, yes.” ‘She wouldn’t kill me here, right? It’s way too risky,’ he reasoned to himself.

“Yay! Master lets me suck his cock,” Sylph got on her knees in front of him, as she more or less sang her palavering. “Lets me suck his cock, his big, fat, heavy cock.” She unzipped his trousers and the full might of his erection slapped down on her face. “Beautiful, hard cock.” The singing was replaced with perverted panting. “Smells sho good, yes, yes.” Those were the last words she said before wrapping her lips around his shaft.

Tightness, wetness and tingling electricity surrounded his cock as she sucked him all the way into her throat. Keeping her lips pressed against the base, she moved her head in circles. John groaned, feeling her slimy, tight throat all around the sensitive parts of his dick. She slid up about halfway, then slammed back down, repeating that over and over again.

Despite the loss of her absurd speed, Sylph’s blowjob remained impressively fast. The tip of John’s large dick never left her throat. When he came, she embraced his hips tightly and sucked him in as deep as physically possible. His tensing balls emptied wave after wave of cum into the greedy little nymphomaniac. Her own orgasmic moans created vibrations and lustful shocks that heightened the experience.

By the end, John sighed with relief. “I didn’t know how much I needed that, thanks, Sylph,” he said.

“You’re welcome!” Sylph declared. “Oh, also, uhh, kinda awkward to say, but, ya know, has to be done and all that.” She backed off and tapped the tip of his dick with her index finger. “Boop, you’re dead.”

John felt petrified for half a second. Not out of fear, that wasn’t anywhere in the ballpark of emotions he felt in that moment. No, he was simply frozen. Then his body, as it was at the moment, fell over backwards and hit the ground without making a single sound. John looked down on his rigid form, dick out and with a resigned expression.

‘Yeah, don’t know what I expected,’ he thought and sighed to himself. He had been fished with appropriate bait. While not a genius, even Sylph must have realized that a naked submissive girl, calling him Master and offering a blowjob was nothing John could resist in a normal situation. It would have taken something with higher stakes than a game for him to question that arrangement.

Also, the Sylph chaos factor still applied. For all he knew, she hadn’t even planned this. For a planned murder, the place was still awful.

“You can be pretty psychopathic, you know that, you pretty little thing?” he asked Sylph, who licked the last drop of his cum from her finger. She looked around, but only to see which way to go next. John reached out to her. His naked, ephemeral arm simply went through her. “I guess I really am a ghost now,” he thought out loud, while Sylph went back into the corridor she came from.

Since his task was in the same direction, John decided to tag along and see what happened next.

The corridor was long, but Sylph could have still gotten out of the area quickly if she hadn’t been dancing about. John kept looking over his shoulder to check the distance. ‘Man, I’ve overestimated the ability of normal people’s eyes,’ he thought. After fifty metres, the body was already hard to recognize as such. The black of his suit stood out from the metal enough to make someone check, however.

John heard the whispering of well-oiled machinery and a door to his right opened. Hopeful, he turned his head and saw Lydia stand there. The queen didn’t know about his presence, but she did see Sylph. “Why are you naked?” Lydia wanted to know.

“Oh, you know, reasons, many reasons, all of which you should understand. Being a fellow horny girl and lover of big John and his big John, you know how nice it is to be naked. Although you wear lingerie most of the time at home. Which is hot by the way, I totally support it! Concubine seal of approval.”

“Is that so?” was all Lydia responded with, looking Sylph up and down. “You appear to be rather agitated, in the sexual sense.”

“I did orgasm a few moments ago, yeah. Was a very nice orgasm, very deep orgasm. Am a horny girl, you know? Very horny, incredibly horny, an hour without orgasms should only occur when I’m sleeping… I wonder if I could have orgasms while I’m sleeping… Maybe if I get a vibrator inside me?”

“For heaven’s sake please, Lydia, just step out of the doorframe,” John begged. The queen wasn’t in any danger of dying, the kill cooldown would go on for another 9 minutes or so, but she had to actually discover his body. Once she did, she would spy his body in the distance, go to check and know who was responsible immediately. If Sylph’s approach from that direction wasn’t enough proof, then the fact that his dick was out and she was wet should have tipped Lydia off.

BEEEP!

“NO!” John shouted, as he, and everyone else, found themselves around the table.

“Oh, YOU think you’re fucking frustrated?!” Scarlett, as see-through and naked as he was, growled. “Ghosts can’t smoke, this is bullshit.”

“Sylph killed me…” Undine mumbled, her voice a sad, complaining song, “She just walked up to me and killed me. She laughed while she did it…”

“Bitch just popped out and said ‘Thanks for killing Bae by the way, not that that was nice, but it was helpful – Boop!’ and murdered me!” Metra complained.

“Statement: you deserved it,” a translucent Beatrice said.

“Wait, did literally everyone here die because of Sylph?” John asked. In the background, completely unaware of all of them, the rest of the group was recounting what they had done. A big megaphone sign above Rave’s head showed that she had called the meeting. Apparently, she had found a body somewhere else.

“No, Stirwin killed me,” Scarlett clarified.

“Fucking Aclysia killed me!” Eliza shouted.

The same weaponized maid was staring at John’s position in dead silence. She seemed very much unhappy that a fellow Imposter had murdered her Master, but kept her mouth shut.

“Alright, so that’s where everyone was,” Lydia hummed and struck her chin. “From the positions on the map, I don’t perceive any immediately obvious targets. Yet, we must vote here.”

“Why?” Stirwin asked. “We could just skip.”

“No, we cannot,” Lydia stated and narrowed her eyes at the crocodile. “Celestial Devourer, I trust too much in your wisdom for you to miss something this obvious.”

“I’m missing nothing that’s obvious,” the infinity elemental instantly deflected. “Are you trying to cast blame on me?”

“I’ve said no such thing,” Lydia responded, with her eyebrows almost meeting. “Albeit I would now, given your odd behaviour.”

“Uhhh, why can’t we skip? Sorry, am dumb,” Sylph blabbered. “Stupid, I mean, I’m not dumb. I’m very talky. Very, very talky.”

“We are at ten people still alive, four of which are Imposters. We need to vote off someone right now, or they win with two more kills.”

“Ja, that’d be boring… I say Nia and Stirwin are sus,” Rave let everyone know. “I say that ‘cause…”

“What did I do that was suspicious? I think casting blame like this is incredibly suspicious!” Stirwin intervened.

“’Cause of that,” Rave said. “Pure gut-feeling, gold scales, but you’re behaving super sus. Also, Nia kept following me and Cappy around the entire game and didn’t do a single task.”

“I just want to pet him,” Nia defended herself with not a drop of emotion in her voice.

“I believe ya don’t wanna kill him and because we stick together, ya can’t kill me either.”

“A true Nia would get her Tasks done as effectively as possible and return to petting once she has her obligations fulfilled,” Lydia argued.

“I would get them done in just the right amount of time,” Nia disagreed. “Like I came to the tournament at just the right time.”

“How would ya know ya can get them done in time if ya didn’t do a single one?” Rave asked. “Ya did at least know when the tournament started.”

“…I just do,” Nia decided.

“We’re running short on time,” Siena reminded everyone. “I say we vote Stirwin first.”

“How about we vote you first?!” the crocodile responded, his voice cracking. John didn’t even know the magical crocodile’s voice could crack.

“You’re embarrassingly inept at lying,” the moonshade elemental stated and hit the button. The rest of the crew followed suit. Stirwin ended up with eight votes. Only his own vote and that of Nia went elsewhere.

The giant tube came down from the ceiling again, sucking Stirwin out into the coldness of space. There was something humoristic about watching a crocodile as golden as the sun tumble through the nothingness. “Chucklefucks,” the ghost of Stirwin cursed, as he spawned at the table.

“Chuckle my ass, you cigarette denying lizard!” Scarlett cussed him out.

“I was merely concerned about your health.”

“I’m going to divert industrial sewage into the Hudson after I get out of here.”

“You would do to my waters what you do to your lungs?”

“I need my nicotine,” Scarlett grumbled.

“Scarlett, when we have some time, I’ll make you quit smoking,” John announced.

“I stopped for a month before, I can quit whenever the fuck I want,” the technomancer crossed her arms.

“Then you shouldn’t have an issue stopping forever,” he returned. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Whatever you say…” Scarlett sighed.