The Gamer Chapter 1057 – Christmas Back 7 – Gifts for the Harem (Patreon)

“As is proper, we shall begin with Eli-… ana,” Aclysia took a notable pause while saying that. It would take a little bit to get used to calling her something else. A couple of days would likely do.

The box the first of John’s maids presented to the pretty little psycho was tiny, about the size men carried engagement rings in. “Great, another year of getting an awkward fucking gift I don’t deserve,” she complained with a big smile on her face and tore the purple packaging off the box. The cardboard underneath was just as unassuming as the plain paper. Within, she found a key with a metal plate attached, on which her name and an address was engraved. “Is this the key to my bitch house or some shit like that?”

“Not quite,” John responded drily. “We decided to get you your own atelier.”

“Oh fuck no, you expect me to leave the house to paint?!” Eliana’s reaction was one of genuine horror.

“Yes.” The Gamer’s response was plain and he quickly elaborated on it, “The building is over in the Commercial district, so you won’t have to walk all that far. You can even take a teleporter, I already set that up. If you don’t want to see people, you can shut all the blinders and lock all the doors. Fundamentally, I think it’s good for you to both get out of the house and have a larger place you can dedicate to your work.” He smiled at her. “You know your paintings in the Fusion Capitol keep getting complimented.”

“I should rip the eyes out of everyone who thinks that’s art,” Eliana growled in a fashion more reminiscent of Thana than Eliza. Aside from tone, the lack of curse words usually gave away what influence was more dominant in any given second.

The Gamer made a stern expression. He was almost annoyed enough to rise out of his comfortable position between Scarlett and Metra. “Do I need to give you another talking to about valuing yourself?” he asked.

“Maybe I just need my breeding hole filled to the brim with your virile fuck juice?”

John’s expression switched to pleased and resigned. “They do say that cumming inside has anti-depressive properties.” Regardless of whether that was medically true or not, a thoroughly satisfied Eliana was a less self-deprecating Eliana.

“The remaining presents will be picked in a random order,” Aclysia announced, grabbing the next box from underneath the tree. That one was about the size of a keyboard and wrapped in brown paper. “This is for you, Gnome,” the weaponized maid announced and made her way over to the earth spirit.

Taking it, Gnome placed the object in her lap. Wearing a casual dress, rather than her innate elemental clothing, she was the image of cuteness when she started to carefully pull off the tape that kept the paper packaging tightly wrapped. “Y-you don’t all have to s-stare,” she mumbled, making herself a bit smaller.

They said nothing, just waited for her reaction. Once she put the fully intact paper on the table, she looked at the gift itself. It was a slab of several stones, melded together into a rectangular shape, with the border between the different stones clearly distinguishable by colour and patterns.

“Thanks! I love rocks!” Gnome exclaimed, a blush and a grin on her face, the former growing larger once she noticed she was doing the latter. She was so honestly satisfied with this single display piece.

“Well, you got a couple more over at your island,” John told her. “We organized these stones you can use to take your sculpting hobby to the next level.”

“Use different colours and some such, no-panties,” Salamander teased.

“I am… usually not wearing panties…” Gnome sighed in defeat, already as red as a tomato. “Uwu…uwuwuwuwuwu… Umu!” She pumped her fists. “It’s okay for me to not wear panties at home, you know? It’s more comfortable.”

“’Course it is, have you ever seen me wear a bra anywhere?” Salamander cupped her breasts and wiggled them around. Each was too large to fit entirely in her hands. The jiggle was magnificent; John’s trousers felt tight despite the stretchable material. It ended when Beatrice presented Salamander with her gift. “Thanks, Bae.”

“You are welcome,” the passive maid responded and returned to the tree, where Aclysia already picked up the next box to keep the steady flow going.

Salamander manifested one of her clawed gauntlets and used a black metallic tip to cut open the burgundy red paper. What she was presented with was the model of a black throne, worthy in its intricacy and design of an evil overlord. It was encased in a glass box. “Given the trends, I’ll just guess that the real thing is awaiting me on my island?” the apocalypse elemental asked, her salamander-esque tail flopping on the sofa.

“Yes, yes,” Sylph gave the babbling answer. “Big, beautiful throne for the bouncy breasted overlady. Most of the credit goes to Gnome on this one, yes, yes. No surprises there, I would say.”

“That almost makes me want to not bully you for a day,” Salamander said to the season elemental.

“Why do you want… uwuwuwu…” Gnome was still flustered from earlier and needed a moment to gather herself. “Why do you want to bully me in the first place?”

“Because you’re cute and cuddly,” Salamander answered and leaned back with enough force to make her chest bounce. Wicked with friendly mockery, she smiled.

“Umu,” Gnome made the more confident variant of her embarrassed vocalization.

Beatrice made her way to the next giftee, while Salamander addressed John, “We’re clear we have to fuck on this thing at some point, yeah? Make room in your schedule to be a dick to be ridden.”

“Might be a nice change of pace from the blowjob schedule,” the Gamer hummed. Getting used for around an hour as a sex toy sounded like a worthwhile pastime. Although that depended on the execution. As a dom, getting bound to the throne and being ridden at whatever pace Salamander wanted was acceptable for short stretches, but clearly against his preferences. Sitting under her, thrusting up and groping her tits while she tried to conduct her daily business, that was a whole different business.

The next gift was for Momo. Befuddled, the sassy support looked at the medium-sized box. “Why do you have a gift for me?” she asked the room.

“Tiger insisted to get ya something on the off-chance ya came back before or around Christmas,” Rave was the quickest to respond. “We threw it under the tree, ‘cause it was put in there with the others.”

“Prepared as always, aren’t you?” Momo asked, while turning the box around in her hand. Once she had figured out the best way to open it, she went about the procedure. John couldn’t await her reaction. An exasperated expression quickly took hold of the sassy support’s face. “…Perverted as always, aren’t you?”

Reaching into the box, Momo pulled out the flatly ironed set of clothes. First was, rather obviously, the top of a maid outfit. It was the same variety as Aclysia and Beatrice wore, a black corset joined with a white shirt and a dark choker. The long skirt with the two leg-slits soon joined the piece on the table, as did stockings, garter belt, and the long gloves with the simplified Fusion emblem on the upper rim. The black pieces, save for the stockings, had swirling embroidery on them.

In addition to all of the regular pieces for an outfit of one of John’s maids, Momo had been given a poncho. It had less sci-fi aesthetic than the one she was created with. Nevertheless, it was of incredible production quality. Nothing but the best should land in the hands of his harem or, in this particular case, their stomachs.

“And you think I will just wear this?” Momo asked, waving around one of the gloves.

“I certainly hope you will,” John responded with a smile. “You would look really cute in it.” Making as big, pleading eyes as a man in his position could, he added, “For me, please?”

“Hnnnnngggghhhhhhhh,” Momo made a long, unwilling sound. She moved her head away, looked at someone else, found them with an equally pleading or demanding expression, and then swiftly checked on someone else. Each time her Kyonchi-braided hair flew about with the force of a bashful sassy girl. “Alright, fine!” she finally relented and shoved the first piece of clothing in her mouth.

Artificial Spirits, at least the ones of the level of intricacy John created, could replicate whatever clothes they had eaten. There were certain limitations to this, primarily the deviation from what was their ‘base shape’. Since Momo had gone through a transformation Perk now, regular nakedness now should have been that base shape, rather than the figurine she was created from.

Momo retreated to the bathroom to go through her transformation proper. Eagerly, they all waited, too interested in what would come out to go through the rest of the gifts. “Can’t believe I’m doing this!” she shouted as she opened the door again.

She was adorable.

The black and white of the maid uniform fit expectedly well with the black and white aesthetic she embodied even more than the other two Artificial Spirits in the room, courtesy of her white eyes. Her legs and butt were thick and bubbly, respectively, her waist narrow and her flat chest visible in a V-shaped gap on the front of her poncho. John had just attached the poncho because Momo had always been fond of hers. Now that he saw it in action, he wouldn’t want to miss it. It harmonized nicely both with her slender top half and the firefly wings she had manifested for a full showing. Their base located under the poncho, the semi-translucent wings looked like a fantastical cape.

Momo turned on the spot, making her skirt and poncho fan out, and then came to an abrupt halt. “Y’all happy?” she asked.

“You look wonderful,” Aclysia was the first to answer, hurrying over and taking the second Artificial Spirit’s hands. “These are the clothes you are meant to wear, Momo! They signal your submission to Master.”

“That sounds like a reason to take them off,” Momo responded drily.

“Why… you should never…” Aclysia was too shaken to formulate a proper response.

“Statement: the colour coordination is pleasing,” Beatrice said.

“Ya look really cute,” Rave shouted across the room.

“Hmmm… I will think about keeping it. For today… well, it was a gift, so I should play nice.” The fairy support marched over to John and, in her most overt sexual action since their kiss earlier, laid down on top of John. Using his neck as her headrest and his rapidly growing erection to orient the placement of her bubble butt, the sassy maid made herself comfortable. “Is this what you wanted, hm?” she asked.

“A lot more than that, actually.” John leaned down and the two kissed. Breaking it off fairly quickly, Momo then made out with Scarlett and Salamander. It was a barely veiled effort to make him just a little bit upset. Their entire relationship functioned on the basis of teasing each other.

Aclysia exorcised the remaining shock from her body by grabbing the next gift.

There was a small series of fairly boring gifts. Undine got an array of bath salts that she could use at her own discretion. Some just made the water fuzzy, others were said to have extremely relaxing effects on slime girls – to the point that there had to be a warning not to drain the tub with the slime girl still inside, lest they find themselves in the sewers. Rave got a lot of additional equipment and resources for her disco, like expensive alcohols and a mist blower that infused the air with aphrodisiacs. On a similarly perverted note, Lee got a whole catalogue of aphrodisiacs. She reacted to that with adorable shyness and eager research, reading through the actual catalogue she had gotten as a placeholder for all the bottles, pills and whatever else. Sylph got her own private assortment of sex toys. There was no shortage of such in the Palace, but practically all of them were communal. Given Sylph’s scatter-brained tendencies, her having her own box of helpful utensils would keep organization easier and the highest Libido member of the harem able to pleasure herself where she needed to.

Because they had no idea what Scarlett could want that she couldn’t buy with her own money, she only got a coffee cup that said ‘#1Businesswoman’. That was way underneath the value of what everyone else got, but it did get a chuckle out of her. Since she was so hard to find gifts for, John deemed that a victory. Siena was given a bag full of spicy sweets and books, two things she often enjoyed in tandem. Nia, much to Rave’s dismay, was given a Warhammer starter box and painting utensils. The pariah smiled at the little, carefree hobby she could engage in with those. Primarily made by Scarlett, Beatrice got a new program for the administration, allowing her to more easily check on the money flow inside and out of government channels. Not a particularly personal gift, but like Scarlett, Beatrice was difficult to nail down a gift for.

Finally, when it came to the largely eventless gifts, Lydia got a portable piano. Getting an instrument to work despite being shrunk and enlarged was no easy task, especially not one with as many strings as a piano. With enough money and careful construction, almost anything was possible, though.

“And this is… for me,” Aclysia said, turning a white and green box in her hand. Like most, it was rather small. She manifested Salver and quickly cut it open. Inside the cardboard box underneath, she found a small photo.

Remaining where he was, John knew what it depicted. It was a collage of several individual photos, one of each of the people in the room. “We used that to commission an oil painting,” the Gamer explained the meaning of the photo. “It’s in your room now. I hope you’ll like it.”

“I’ll cherish it deeply,” Aclysia said, holding the photo against her chest and smiling widely. Those were all the words she had to offer. Her soul burned brightly with love for all of them. Giving the housekeeper an object representing all she dedicated her days to had been the best idea they had and it was heart-warming to see that it landed so well.

There were two more boxes, one orange, the other gold. Beatrice picked the orange one up first and brought it over to Nathalia. Not caring to inspect it, the dragoness immediately tore away paper and cardboard, leaving John fearing for the small object inside for a moment.

The worry was unnecessary. Nathalia fished the key out of the gap she had torn into the simple lid and looked at it. “Explain,” she demanded of John.

“It’s the key to your own room here in the Palace,” he told her. “Start building your own hoard, set up an office, use it as your private retreat with some of the girls when I’m not around, whatever you want. It is your room.”

Humming the dragoness kept turning the key in front of her eyes. “I never had my own room before,” she said. That wasn’t to be taken as a sad thing. Nathalia had been both prone to wandering and still had access to her Sanctum. The only reasons why a god would stay in a comparatively small room over their own Illusion Barrier were convenience and emotional attachment. “I will see how I like it over dwelling in your bed.”

Aclysia grabbed the golden box, the last gift under the tree, and carried it over to Metra. The First of Wrath ripped the thing open and found inside two maps. One was of the Fusion Colonization Zone, the area the Gestalt guilds had formerly occupied. A certain area within was marked. Unsurprisingly, the second map depicted that certain area. A third piece of paper was a certificate of land ownership.

“We’ll need structures in the area,” John told the blonde berserker babe. “Thought you might appreciate building some fortresses in the style of your old home.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I’ll build something else entirely,” Metra grinned.

John shrugged and chuckled. “All up to you, my beloved Metra.”

“Just today, I’ll let you call me that without punching you for cringy sentimentality, John.” The ancient weapon grinned and kissed him.

With that, all physical gifts were distributed. Content or amused by what they had received, the haremettes spent about five minutes storing things away. Most objects didn’t end up at their final destination, taking only a temporary home somewhere out of the way. Rapidly, an impatient hunger filled John’s mind. He was quite certain to feel it in the air as well. It was evident in the flushed gazes the women shot at him and each other, the way Momo wiggled her butt on top of his groin, and the wet patches showing above the crotches of the most perverted harem members.

“Hey, tiger,” his girlfriend purred, when the aftermath of the gift giving had concluded. “How about ya step out for a bit and meet us at the Sex Dungeon in about… thirty minutes?”

John grinned. “I’ll have just enough patience for that.”