The Gamer Chapter 935 – And what would be next? (Patreon)

‘I may need to create a new word that goes beyond horny,’ John thought when he woke up the next morning. The debaucheries of the past night had gone far beyond a simple state of lust. Raw desire had pumped through every vein in his body by the time he tumbled into the Sex Dungeon. What dresses or other clothes the girls still wore when they got in there were either torn or so thoroughly drenched in bodily fluids that their cleaning enchantments were overloaded. Using Cumslut and a criminal number of toys could have had no other results.

As promised, Eliza had been put on the wooden horse. She had also been the last to enjoy a one-man triple penetration. Between Jack and Cumslut, John had the ability to wield three cocks by himself. A power no sane man should have access to. Aside from the amount of pleasure that sent into his brain, the things he could do to his women by stuffing all their holes at the same time was simply unfair. Luckily, he was neither completely sane nor did he think that sex should be a fair engagement.

All of the women could sing a song about that, lying passed out on the floor of the Sex Dungeon. He had taken them all so hard, none of them had made it to the beds or the shower. That did include himself. In a desperate attempt to drag him down with them, all of the girls had piled on him with the last of their energy. Their champion in that endeavour had been Sylph. The arcvolt elemental’s habit to maintain her hyper status until she suddenly crashed had come in clutch and allowed her to ride him with such reckless abandon that he must have cum inside her momentum-reactant pussy faster than he would have inside Siena’s. He had made a mess out of her, out of all of them. It had been glorious.

Despite that, the Sex Dungeon was clean. Some of the smell of sex was still around, rising from the passed out haremettes, but incense dominated most of it.

‘Thank god for the self-cleaning function,’ John thought and carefully removed Sylph from his chest. He looked around for any sign of sapient life, but all he saw were women in a post-sex coma. ‘I might have broken a few of them,’ the Gamer thought, feeling a little bad about the queen that was cuddled up into Undine’s bosom. ‘Hope she took today off.’

It was doubtful the recovery period would be as long as it had been after the Overclock orgy. Using Cumslut just once and distributing his lust evenly among all of his harem was enough to get all of them to collapse, but it shouldn’t be as deeply striking an experience. Regardless, when the girls eventually woke up, getting cleaned up, fed and feeling back into her legs might take about an hour. Two if there were any ‘incidents’ in the shower.

Waking them up ahead of time sounded cruel, so John left the Mandala Sphere and headed back to his apartment to get himself clean. Showering alone made the large room feel a bit empty. It also let him finish up in about ten minutes. Rinsing off was a whole lot quicker when he didn’t get a handjob during it.

Afterwards, he checked his own schedule. It had been a while since he had to do that. ‘Let’s see today is… paperwork…’ He sighed at the prospect of spending the entire day at the desk. ‘Yeah, I’m definitely an adult now…’ Then he looked around himself, at all the highlights he could afford, and remembered that he would work with a beloved partner under the desk. ‘…definitely an adult, yeah. That’s not that bad.’

He continued looking through his calendar. Even just for today, things were a bit more detailed than ‘paperwork’. All of the forms and emails he had to fill out and send were just all unified in the theme that it was work that was done primarily on paper (or data that would be printed as a physical backup).

Sunday had a more interesting point. ‘Right, my interview with Cindy and Worlina.’ The Gamer grinned in anticipation. After a little bit of organizational difficulties, John had decided to make things easier, and probably more entertaining for himself, by holding a joint session with both of them. It would be a podcast, like before, with an interview and an attached porn recording. That was all he had planned for that day as well, so John fidgeted with anticipation as he got dressed and headed out.

If he wanted to enjoy his Sunday as best he could, he needed to get as much of his paperwork done as possible.

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The expansion of Fusion continued and John found it to be a true thing of beauty. In terms of space occupied, the Federation wasn’t the largest guild on the North American continent yet, but that hardly mattered when looking at their realistic situation. Fusion controlled all of the major population centres of the east coast, which was itself the most densely populated area of the continent. He had the people and, thanks to the flow of the leylines and the Guild Hall, the magical resources to outcompete anyone else.

As John understood it, ‘The Wanderer’ was less of a guild than a set of customs created by someone who kept marching through that massive area of space. It was likely some kind of late bloomer with an ability related to ice or fire, making them able to survive up there. Northern Canada was one of the places on earth where civilization was still rather sparsely distributed, after all.

That wanderer also hadn’t been seen in a while. Personally, John considered that Sigmund may have gotten to him. What the truth was wouldn’t be clear until the Gamer actually got up there, which wasn’t high on his priority list. He wanted to fill out the borders of the USA before he did any meaningful expansion beyond. It was a silly priority, one wholly created by his upbringing. He was well aware of that. Still, it was a good way to keep his ambitions confined and channelled in a singular direction. Overextension was a sure way to threaten the stability of any undertaking.

The Fleshcleansers, to the Wanderer’s east, were, thankfully, not quite as bad as their name implied. They were ‘just’ a unity of roaming, violent gangs that had stapled together a certain code of honour when it came to how they pillaged settlements and enslaved the locals. To put it in historic terms, they were the Mongols, except they were riding bikes and were really bothered by how cool things sounded. Here, again, John had a personal opinion. Namely, he guessed that the people that had originally tried to sell him to a mana factory had been from this place, or at least inspired by it.

He would let them know the overwhelming force of civilized conduct at some point.

The last remaining two guilds around Fusion’s weight class, going by size, were the Lake Alliance and the Golden Rose. As he had already beaten and crippled them in a war, John didn’t fear the former. The latter he was more wary of. He trusted Moira to not do anything inhumane, at least on a grand scale. However, he had no idea about the rest of her guild, its military capabilities, its ambitions and its reach. The Golden Rose had continued to expand, sadly ruining its mildly flower-shaped borders, and become a middle-American thicket that he had to overcome in time.

‘As it currently stands, my three remaining routes of expansion are the Lake Alliance, New Libraria and the Death Zone…’ John thought to himself, looking at the map on his computer screen. He was taking a break from all of the administrative work to think about his future plans. A bit difficult with a fair bit of his blood concentrated between his legs, but absolutely possible. As enthusiastic as Eliza was about sucking him off today, he was still generally used to the sensation. Handling work and pleasure at the same time was a gift. He just wished that Mind of Work, the second Martial Artist Perk he had taken, would also work while he was getting served in such a fashion. Pleasure, as it turned out, did not mix well with a meditative mindset.

By process of elimination, he was best advised looking into the annexation of New Libraria next. The Death Zone remained an enigmatic danger. It also remained unmoving, so it wouldn’t be a problem anytime soon. Unless something unexpected happened. Which often happened, but not often enough for John to be paralysed by his fear of it.

The Lake Alliance was also an option, but he held out hope for a peaceful annexation. Their peace deal had been carefully crafted so the populations of the three guilds wouldn’t feel slighted, and because of their organization structure, they were somewhat used to the federal model already. John had been using Scarlett to tie their economies together and was doing his best to make himself an attractive friend. Whether the pen was truly mightier than the sword depended on the situation, but the pen didn’t have to draw blood to get to the desired result. Therefore, John was happy to use it where he could.

New Libraria was, because of this, the best target. There were other reasons for prioritizing it. In John’s mind, there was very little doubt that the Lorylim were somehow involved with the Death Zone and he still didn’t know what had happened to all of the people whose bodies they didn’t find. There had been no unordinary surge in populations anywhere in Fusion, as far as the administration had been willing to gather so far. Having a potential hiding spot on the border was dangerous. With the Golden Rose, he was certain he would have a neighbour that would stomp out corruption with even more fervour than Fusion would. That would create other issues, but they would be better than mind-eating parasites.

The problem with New Libraria was that John knew next to nothing about it. Their diplomatic stance seemed to be ‘don’t’ and any attempt to contact them had ended in stonewalling. ‘I guess that means I have to lead an expedition force or something,’ he thought. Under the pretext, and genuinely worrying assumption, that the Lorylim had invaded them, he could justify requesting a ‘scouting mission’. He would have to do it in a closed session, though.

He closed that map and looked at the new one for Fusion’s internal structure.


The internal map now included the new state of Pacificia and the FCZ, which stood for the ‘Fusion Colonizing Zone’. Because of the way the Gestalt guilds had ended, all of that land was effectively empty. Although Fusion’s numbers were high for an Abyssal organization, Abyssal numbers were still generally low and there was more than enough land along the east coast that could be taken up by members of the Federation. Because of the way Abyssal colonization worked, using Protected Spaces to make one’s permanent home, people naturally tended towards areas that were already wealthy in reality.

If one could just pick a house and copy it to own it, most people would pick a mansion or something comparable. There were a few limitations on it. Trying to copy a mansion that had a particularly large green area around it might lead to one having to invade the private property of mundane people to get to the edge of the Illusion Barrier, which was hardly sustainable long term. Gaia ensured people didn’t find it odd if people disappeared into barriers but she also didn’t like it if people used that to repeatedly mess with mundanes. If someone insisted on playing the poltergeist for too long, they would eventually learn why that was a category of undead.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Abyssals didn’t like occupying houses that were then surrounded by empty ones. That was just a psychological thing, few people liked the feeling of a ghost town. Still, that drove most people into wealthy suburbs where they could confine the barrier easily to a house and the surrounding small garden. It was either that or people went into category 3 Abyssal mega-barriers, such as the Hudson Barrier.

However they went about things, fact was people were drawn to easily available infrastructure and the east coast of the US had, aside from all around good road quality, access to the ocean. That was quite the important factor, given how much money and effort John had pumped into boosting the naval engineering capacity of the Federation.

All of this led to there being basically nobody available to settle the former Gestalt territory. Which sat right with John at the moment, as he was still scanning it for potential Lorylim remains and the Sands of Time. Having civilians meddle in there could lead to leaks he didn’t want to occur.

‘Maybe I’ll pull a Homestead Act, or I will give land there as a reward for service in the military,’ John considered the long term. ‘For the moment, it serving as a giant military base to oversee the Death Zone works just fine with me.’ With that he returned to work.

And looked forward to the interview.