The Gamer Chapter 1076 – Final Grind of the Year 6 – Class Orientation (Patreon)

John was back in the house. It had been an attempt to be alone, away from the distractions that the bodies of his haremettes posed. An attempt that utterly failed as he had run into a threesome between Aclysia, Beatrice and Momo. The three maids had been going at each other, without their outfits. Notably, as John found, without their dicks too.

When asked about that, the three had given two different answers.

“It would not be right to penetrate and taint with cum what exists to serve you exclusively, Master,” had been Aclysia’s response, speaking for Beatrice as well.

“The whole purpose of having a dick was to pick up your slack. Since you can coma-fuck everyone on the daily at this point, it’s pretty moot. Plus, nobody wants to have their pussy filled in case you eat it out later.” Momo’s answer was more factual, all things considered.

Either way, John preferred the lack of additional dicks in his harems. Back when it had first occurred, it hadn’t bothered him, but now that it had come and gone, he didn’t need the gimmick back. Perhaps that was because he hadn’t loved his girls as much back then. Things had been fairly new and a lot of it still had felt like sexual liberation. The deep emotional connections had formed from there and with them a certain desire for monopolization that his male brain could not square with other cocks in the picture, even if they were purely artificial. Another possibility was that his awakening as a dominant came with a strong urge for possessiveness. Probably a little bit of both and tastes simply shifting and consolidating with time.

Fundamentally, John still viewed the dicks in question more as sensitive strap-ons. He certainly wouldn’t mind if his girls used those or double-sided dildos to get each other off in his absence. ‘I would be a lot less negative towards the artificial dicks if they didn’t produce cum,’ he realized. It was a purely ‘decorative’ fluid, but it still bothered the primal parts of his brain. If he could get a button that disabled any form of faux-semen from both the Artificial Spirits and Cumslut, that’d take care of that issue. At that point, they really would be little more than sensitive strap-ons.


‘Well, that helps,’ John thought, as he sat down on the armchair. ‘Still wouldn’t want them in touching distance, but at least the girls can use them when playing with each other.’

Immediately, he toggled the setting to ‘no fluids’. The rampant nymphomania in the harem meant that pussies were practically always wet enough that additional lube on the side of the penetrator was hardly necessary. If it was, there was enough oil going around to attract an American invasion force.

Despite that immediate change, none of the three maids grew out their sensitive, built-in strap-ons. All three came over to his armchair instead. John sensed some mental communications going through his soul. The Artificial Spirits, unlike the elementals, did not have a direct line to each other. John could have peered into their communication easily. Knowing that it was about who got to sit where, he just waited for the final outcome.

In the end, he found the answer not because anything in the mental communication leaked out, but because it ceased altogether. At the same time, Aclysia’s eyes widened and she gave both of the other white-haired women a glare that could have qualified as a death threat in court. In response, Beatrice lowered her head submissively and Momo gave a defeated sigh.

A pleasant warmth radiated from Aclysia, both her soul and her body, as she climbed on top of John. Careful not to poke him with her horns, she embraced him. “May I feel you inside me, Master?” she asked, a note of her crazy obsession quivering in her maidenly tone.

“You may.” John smiled. Spreading out his arms, he welcomed the other two maids into the loving hug. Aclysia’s big bubble butt was quickly bouncing on his lap, his hands resting on the equally sized ones of Beatrice and Momo. He was surrounded by the body heat of two somewhat draconic, pointy-eared maids and a third, regular in her warmth, whose smell of sweet tree sap and fresh wood were too intense to come from any form of fragrance. “Aren’t you being nice at the moment,” he teased the sassy support.

“Yeah, well, whatever, maybe,” Momo grumbled. “Maybe you did good today. Now get back to your work, you have things to figure out, right?”

“Right.” John nodded, thankful that she was among the maids. With just Aclysia and Beatrice around, he would have been so distracted by their eager servitude that he wouldn’t have gotten to resolve the question at hand for another thirty minutes. Not that those thirty minutes would be wasted. He still had today’s level to gain from Experience of Love.

With Momo keeping him on track and Aclysia lovingly moaning every time she impaled herself on his rod, the Gamer opened his Class Table.


Since Metracana Master had already given him the Perk he had sought out, it was time to consider where to go from there.

The obvious option was to continue with Metracana Master. With Metra’s affliction a material supply away from being fixed, the Class offered other powerful Perks to be exploited. An immediate example of this, one that John had already seen, was the potential to raise Metra’s Stat scaling. Typical Perk progression suggested that he would be able to expand that to Aclysia, Beatrice and Momo down the line. Boring as they were, mechanically speaking, Bonus Stats were always useful. Especially since they were squarely in the echelon of power where any noteworthy enemy would have unlocked their own scaling increase, like Rave and Eliana had. Remaining at base scaling meant that they would never be the favourite to win in an equally levelled 1 versus 1 ever again. His Artificial Spirits were already limited by the nature of his powers. Learning new combat techniques at the click of a button was useful, but they were also narrower in their application than many natural abilities, creating a disadvantage.

The second option, to invest in Starforger, was made equally attractive and difficult by its unique situation. Levelling it up required levelling up other Classes. That meant that John got to naturally diversify his set of powers, while still marching towards a definitive goal. As someone who liked to be prepared for all possible situations, this found agreement with John’s intuitions. The problem was, it was also resource intensive. Effectively, every level in Starforger required two Max Class Levels. Beyond that, every Perk would have an associated cost to it, like the Skill Evolution Point necessary to unlock the upgrade to Mana Chain.

It might have been smarter to delay the levelling of this Class until he had the necessary resources to really take advantage of what it offered. At the very least, avoiding a pile of Perks he had technically selected but effectively remained behind a ‘paywall’ was good policy.

Aclysia’s shout of bliss was accompanied by an explosion of lightning in his field of vision. Cum pumped into her. The sensation interrupted all thoughts. Driven by instinct, the Gamer nibbled on Aclysia’s pointy ear, resembling that of a half elf. Pressing against him, she muttered with obsessive speed, “Loveyouloveyouloveyou…” until her orgasm subsided. “Master… Master you are fantastic,” she swooned and kissed his neck repeatedly. “I want to be with you forever. My John. My…”

“Stop,” Momo interrupted and got herself a stare that definitely was a threat. “You can glare at me all you, but we had a deal here.”

“Statement: you had your turn,” Beatrice chimed in. “Intermission should be initiated.”

“Hrrrrrrrrrrrr,” Aclysia growled like a jealous dog, until John pinched her in the cheek. “Mashter?” she asked, the word mildly slurred because he was still holding her. With big puppy eyes, she looked at him.

“Do you not want my harem to be happy, Aclysia?” the Gamer chastised her. It was an incredibly effective question to get her to behave nicely to the other women. In the mind of the weaponized maid, John having a harem was the natural order of the world and, certainly, that harem should be orderly and happy. Pointing out to her that she was a detriment to that natural order got her to pause and reconsider.

“Certainly, I want all of us to be happy,” she conceded and slowly got up.

John only needed to notice that the other two maids were moving as well to know what exactly this intermission entailed. All three surrounded his cock, Aclysia at the centre, Momo to his left and Beatrice to his right, and tongue bathed his erection. All three were looking up at him with love in their eyes.

Once his dick was sufficiently clean, they disengaged and the next of the three took her position in his lap. Beatrice, in this case, pressing her breasts against John’s chest. None of the maids were notably endowed in the tits department, but of the three Beatrice had the largest. Aclysia had petite and Momo outright flat tits, while the passive maid had some decently sized breasts. Like Aclysia, she also had short dragon horns, pointy ears and a gem between her collarbones. The horns and gem were inverted in colour, white and blue, in contrast to Aclysia’s black and red.

“Masteeer’s big… cooooock,” Beatrice gasped, her passive behaviour breaking down at the pleasure of riding him. That was always a phenomenal set of sights and sounds. Too bad that John still had to concentrate on the matter at hand.

Besides Metracana Master and Starforger, John had two and a half options worth considering.

The half option was to further Harem Gamer. While it was likely a waste to pick up the Class that focused on pleasure when he tried to get power, there was a chance that something worthwhile might come of it in terms of levelling through sex or the general growth of his harem. That was gambling on a low likelihood, however, and he would compromise his best road to more pleasure Perks. Just because he couldn’t currently justify getting those didn’t mean he would never get there.

The next serious option was to take one of the lower levelled Classes, such as Silver Arcanist, Martial Artist, or Space Protector, and focus on getting them up. Silver Arcanist and Martial Artist were worth it purely for the aspect of combat they enhanced. That and there was a chance in Martial Artist that it would have a Perk to improve Mind of Work, the Perk that allowed John to treat paperwork with the same enthusiasm as he would a greatly entertaining video game. Space Protector could allow him to eventually supply his own grinding barriers. Whether he would ever reach the same effectiveness as a dedicated, genius Fateweaver like Magoi was doubtful, but just a five to one time dilation to use whenever he pleased would greatly increase his grinding opportunities.

The last option was Unfound. The Class was currently sitting at level 8, and finishing it up would give John access to two more, most likely powerful Perks, an Overclock and a new Modification. Whatever Advanced Class he then picked could be a nice option as well.

The decision was delayed by another load of cum pumping out of his balls and into the eagerly awaiting womb of the maid so enthusiastically bouncing on his cock. Beatrice efficiently rose from his cock once they both had concluded their individual orgasms. After the previous intermission had been repeated, albeit the participants were in a different order, Momo claimed his lap.

Unlike the previous two, she decided to do this reverse cowgirl style. “You know I find your small breasts really cute, right?” John asked. The last he wanted was for the fairy maid to feel like she could never face him during sex because she had so much more ass than tits.

“You know that I’d die of embarrassment if you stared into my eyes while we do it, right, Ma--  Master?!” The attempt to fluently call him by his title put a panicked note at the end of an otherwise typically sassy sentence. He couldn’t help but giggle, Momo slammed her ass down and shouted, “S-shut up and keep thinking!”

“Maybe I want to look at your nice round butt instead?” John hummed, while two dragon maids kissed his neck. “How it rises, falls, and ripples when you slap it down on my groin. How your pussy juice is stretched into glistening strings. How your legs…”

“STOP!” she demanded and halted, his dick still half inside her. “Stop describing it to me! I want to die!”

“No, you don’t,” John laughed and snapped his fingers. Momo looked over her shoulders, her lips quivering in anticipation. “So, you want me to tell you what to do, hmm?” he teased her, not actually using a suggestion. “Do you love it so much? To feel fantastic and also have something to complain about?”

“How about you stop reading me like a book and keep going?” Momo pouted, her hips resuming in their up and down. “Imma be here and just moan over all of your backtalk.”

“You know I could just think it at y-“

“AAAAAAHHHHH!” Momo screamed into the room, overplaying the pleasure she was definitely feeling for real. “YES! OOOOOOOOHHHHHH! A-“ He gave her enticingly presented ass a smack and the next moan was absolutely real. “OH ffffffFU- AAAAAHHH!”

‘Back to the problem at hand,’ John actually took her advice and went back to his contemplations – after he had returned his right hand to Aclysia’s butt. Squeezing the behinds of both maids, staring at that of the third, he indulged in his personal paradise while thinking. ‘For the moment, I only have one Max Class Level anyway. After the grind, I may have the resources to get into Starforger, but that doesn’t tell me what I can do today and tomorrow. Starting something new doesn’t feel right either, so I won’t do those three Classes for now. Harem Gamer… is obviously out. I guess it’s either Metracana Master or Unfound. Better to finish what I started, I would say.’

One more time he came. He had to hug Momo and pull her against his chest, to keep her from falling over forwards from the intensity of the semen induced orgasm. She still wasn’t quite used to the pleasure increases.

“Made a… decision…?” Momo asked, recovering her calm.

“Hmmm, not sure yet if you look better with or without stocking and gloves,” the Gamer gave a completely unrelated answer. “Of course, you are gorgeous when you’re naked, but you look the best when you play into your monochrome flair, you know?”

“That’s a stupid tangent.”

“But do you agree?”

“Fuck you maybe.”

“That’s tsundere speak for yes.”

“Fuck you maybe!” Momo swung her heel at his shin. “The Class, your horny perv, tell me what Class you went with?”

“I’m finishing Unfound,” he answered, while combing through her long, straight hair. “Then I’ll keep going into Starforger.”

“Sounds good.” She nodded.