The Gamer Chapter 1085 – Final Grind of the Year 15 – Was it worth it? (Patreon)

The entirety of the direct aftermath was just the worst. First, John got assisted bathing. Regularly, the Gamer was all too happy to be assisted in his bathing, because that support came in a very sexual and often submissive package. Today it was there to make sure he didn’t vomit all over himself. At least he actually cleaned himself, which saved what little of his dignity remained.

Afterwards, while he was eating something Lee and Nia had put together, the remembering started in earnest. Good news there was that his recollections, as cringe-inducing as they were to him, amused the haremettes who hadn’t been part of it. Cock slapping a pony-sized spider was apparently hilarious, if told through the lens of a story.

“I am… saying something suggestive that also i-implies I want to eat,” Gnome stammered and put a plate down on the table. Clearing her throat, she slowly, sensually, formulated a sentence, “I mean… I want to devour… all you have for me… like that?” In the background, Aclysia cackled as if she was ready to set something on fire.

Rave just giggled regularly. “That’s funny at least.”

“Will you give me the food or not?! Sorry! That just k-kinda slipped out of me. Awawa, b-b-b-b-babbling is so much fun!” the autumn elemental continued in a wildly different tone.

“If you think it’s edible,” Lee said, while taking one of the pancakes and throwing it over onto Gnome’s plate.

“Thank you.” Gnome kept her head low and wandered somewhere to eat in relative silence.

Most of the elementals were doing the same, not trusting what exactly came out of their mouths. Their aftereffects manifested in behavioural changes that adjusted what they would normally be doing or how they would normally behave. Out came several bizarre mixtures between the elemental’s individual speaking patterns.

John was sure that was odd for all of them, but he would have traded willingly with any of them if that meant that pulsing behind his eyes was gone. That and all the other side effects. John grabbed the recently rinsed bucket and threw up the breakfast he had just shovelled into himself. “Well, that’s just fantastic,” he grumbled, upset at his own body. At least this time he had relieved himself without staining his clothes.

On the other side of the table, Nathalia sneered and crossed her arms. John did his best to wrestle down the flash of annoyance he felt at that. She, along with every other haremette, had every right to take offense at this current display. This was not the paragon of a man they had fallen in love with. Shivering, holding a bucket filled with vomit, and still not entirely remembering what he had done after he came out of the Assault, he was not living up to expectations.

That being said, even the most demanding of his haremettes understood the circumstances. Sighing, Nathalia moved over and hugged him from behind, “You should sleep,” she told him, her raspy voice as soft as she could make it.

“I would love to,” John told her and carefully handed the bucket over to Aclysia, after he was certain he wouldn’t need it anymore.

“Finally, some fucking work to do,” the weaponized maid exclaimed, and moved to the bathroom to clean up the mess.

“I don’t sound like that, do I?” Salamander asked in a remotely melodic tone. True brilliance was near impossible to mimic, so she sounded more like a bootleg copy of Undine than anything else.

“You do,” Sylph responded with only two, very chirpy words.

“The aftereffects still keep me awake,” John continued his explanation. Closing his eyes, he rested his head on Nathalia’s chest. Although he felt dead tired, it was impossible to just drift off to sleep. If he lay still for long enough, he would probably have another short-lived blackout. “The worst thing is that it was incredibly fun and effective,” he croaked. “I already hate this drug… way too tempting and makes my life hell.”

“Ya better burn that last part into your brain, ‘cause next time ya use this, I’ll tie ya to a chair,Rave told him. “Did ya at least get what you wanted.”

“That’s a good question, actually,” John responded. “Says a lot about my state of mind that I didn’t check.”


“God, I almost wished it hadn’t worked. Now I have no excuse to not do it again,” John mumbled while he presented the window to everyone else. “Almost 75 levels… and I can’t even be satisfied because I don’t remember the flood of windows.” He couldn’t even muster the energy to sound angry about it. The only two strong emotions he had right now were connected to regret and the softness of his head support. “Thank the Lord that I can’t take it again for like three months.”

“Really not looking fucking forward to that shit,” Eliana grumbled, poking her food with her fork. “I didn’t like you for the last two hours… you can’t fucking do that to me!” Ramming her fork into the wooden tabletop, the pretty little psycho looked up at him. “If I don’t love you, then I… I don’t fucking know what to do with myself… I would just be a giant fucking failure with godly powers, sitting under a bridge somewhere. I’m a… worthless little mess of selfish complexes and… a total cunt who can’t shut her whore mouth while other people are suffering…”

John didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t like the careless, demanding, loud-mouthed, unhygienic guy he had been for the past three days either. No part of his soul yearned to devolve into that in everyday life. On the contrary, he felt the need to actively rebel against it. Eliana’s issues sat way deeper. Right now, he couldn’t conjure the words to equally reassure her and chide her for her lack of self-respect.

“We all had a turbulent couple of hours,” Rave picked up his slack, putting an arm around Eliana. The amalgamation of issues lowered her gaze in shame and kept it there, even after the feline Lightbearer pressed a forgiving smooch on her cheek. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure ya would kick ass and paint pictures if we weren’t around.”

“No, I wouldn’t…”

“Yes, you would!” Rave insisted.

While his girlfriend did her best to build up the pretty little psycho, John received his bucket back from Aclysia. A side effect of Gamer’s Body, one that he had previously encountered during hangovers, was that he didn’t run out of stomach acid. In other words, he was capable of vomiting with full force several times an hour. A resetting body state was not all sunshine and roses.

“How are you feeling, anyway?” John asked the only one of his familiars that had not accompanied them. Metra seemed unmoved by any of this, including his own pathetic display.

“Nostalgic,” she told him. “You know, Sargon used to get hammered out of his mind every ten years or so. The things he would do make your little adventurers seem like child’s play.”

“Like what?” John wondered.

“Well, one time he decided to massacre the village an ousted noble set up,” Metra reminisced. “Another hilarious fucking thing was when he rewrote the entire army code while he was high on some metal dust. Or when he decreed that all mundane copies of common epics had to be destroyed or moved to the Abyss.’

‘…no wonder everyone rebelled after he died,’ John kept that comment to himself. “But you’re feeling fine, right?”

“No side effects here,” she responded swiftly. “I wasn’t hooked up to your horror show, so I don’t have any mental confusion.” They looked together at Sylph, who was lying on her back and pushed herself forward using only her legs. It only dawned on John that she was mimicking Undine’s mode of movement after a bit. “I do have to admit that is hilarious though.”

“You’re all imbeciles,” Siena remarked.

“Sure, sure,” Metra waved off.

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What followed were four days of a progressively more acceptable state of affairs. The only productive thing John did during that time was invest a chunk of the earned Stat Points into Wisdom, so he was no longer at negative mana regeneration. Otherwise, he felt too shattered to make any worthwhile decisions and just lamented the state of his existence.

He spent the first day of after effects almost entirely unable to sleep, sorting his memories into the proper order. There were specific points in the development of their defences that he could tie the timeframe to. Even now, some five hours felt like they had been five minutes and vice versa. It was incredible how much potent drugs could fuck with time perception.

The second day of his recovery, he was thankfully able to sleep and sleep he did. He and his elementals were out cold for sixteen hours, toilet breaks notwithstanding. They felt halfway like themselves afterwards. After a shower and another meal, they went right back to bed.

During day three of the recovery, John went through a resurgence of all of the minor symptoms. He was shifting rapidly between too hot and too cold, had an intense desire to smash glass, burped golden glittering particles and felt nauseous. Thankfully, he was spared the vomiting and the headache, and he could sleep. He watched a show on one of the laptops and lay in his bed the majority of the day, always tended to by a haremette. The character confusions of his elementals had largely vanished by this point, with some occasional hiccups here and there being the worst of it.

Day four marked his almost full recovery, effectively proven by the return of a solid erection and enough energy to do something with it. His endless virility had not returned though, so he had to prioritize the most sexually frustrated members of the harem with what he got going initially. Notably among them was Eliana – who he deliberately told he wanted her to be patient and wait. There was no specific reason, he just wanted her to suffer a bit more withdrawal before he ploughed her.

“I still live the best life.” John stretched on the morning of the ninth day since Magoi had taken over. He awoke to a wonderful service, a triple blowjob by the maids, tending to his morning wood. Aclysia and Beatrice looked as eager as ever. By contrast, Momo’s face betrayed a horny reluctance. She was enjoying what she was doing, licking up and down the sensitive underside of his shaft from her position at the centre of the trio. She just wasn’t willing to admit that. “You better repay me after using the forbidden word,” the Gamer joked.

“I thought it was funny at the time,” Momo defended herself.

“I thought I deserved to suck some fucking cock in the morning,” Eliana, not yet relieved of her sex-ban, grumbled. It sounded like she had a follow-up, but she was too busy biting her lower lip to say anything more.

Elsewhere on the bed, much of the remaining harem was pairing up in various lesbian engagements. Missing were the elemental girls, who had preferred to sleep in their private retreat inside John’s soul for the time of their mental confusion.

“I think I deserve a reward for my patience,” Rave purred and straddled John’s face.

A very thorough oral exercise, the filling of three greedy mouths, and various displays of incredibly erotic lesbian engagements later, they lay relaxed in the bed, just enjoying the quiet together. The various embarrassments John had made himself suffer through were distanced for now. Doubtlessly, he would have to hear jokes about the most extreme of them for the rest of his life, but that was just the price one paid for sharing experiences with close ones. If it was them, he wouldn’t mind the occasional humiliation. They did want the best for him and sometimes that meant dragging him back down to the reality of his own flawed being.

“Okay, Stat distribution time,” John declared and opened his character screen. Because of the vast number of points available, he had more options open than usual. He could scale up the regular distribution, putting five points of every level into Wisdom and three into Intellect. That would leave him with a good amount of excess mana regeneration. Alternatively, he could prioritize Intellect and take whatever scaling bonus that unlocked. When he got positive mana regeneration, he had pushed his Wisdom to 1250, which hadn’t yielded a bonus, but for Intellect he could still go for 1000.

There was also an argument to be made for Charisma or Libido. Former because of the current diplomacy heavy situation and latter because Scarlett looked fantastic as she mounted him in the reverse cowgirl position.

“Fuck my life!” Eliana cried and headed for the door.

“Stay,” John commanded her, without the pleasure reward. Submissiveness was in her core, however, so the simple word did all it needed to. “Scarlett, what do you think I should go with?” he asked and proceeded to explain his choices.

“Give me an orgasm to think about that,” the technomancer replied, riding his dick with the fervour of the needy. The girls had only had each other to keep busy for the better part of four days and his was the only dick Scarlett had ever known (Cumslut and Artificial Spirits aside). It was no wonder she was eagerly bouncing on his dick.

John was completely fine with this delay. Treated to the sight of Scarlett’s bubble butt, rippling with each impact on his hips from her fast and hungry movements, he had the patience of a saint. When Lee landed on top of him, quickly followed by the dragoness who had thrown her, he was confused for a moment. A three-way kiss by the two, previously otherwise engaged, women reimbursed him quickly. He could taste their pussies on each other’s lips

“Fuck… yeeeeesssssssss!” Scarlett hissed. Her pussy contracted around his erect member repeatedly. Spasming, she threatened to topple over. Barely, she remained where she was. Pussy juice drenched John’s balls. The hiss turned into a scream when he thrust up into her. Spine arched, Scarlett rubbed her own clit to intensify her climax. “…There we go, now… we can talk,” she said afterwards, heavily breathing.

“I haven’t cum yet,” the Gamer complained.

A mischievous smile showed on her half-turned head. “Sounds like not my problem,” she told him, her ass softly swinging in circular motions, his dick still sheathed inside it.

“You will pay for that,” he warned her.

“I’ll deal with it,” the redhead declared. “Anyway, you should go for the 1000 Intellect. Gives the most bonuses immediately. Rest into Wisdom and case closed.”

“Hmmm, sure,” the Gamer nodded and started distributing the points.





A respectable set of upgrades. Third Eye would require some specific situations to truly shine, but John could imagine more than one that happened semi-regularly.

The morning continued regularly from there, with Eliana staring enviously as everyone else got their fill. While everyone else left for a shower and breakfast, John stayed in bed. “You tell the others Eliana and I will be a bit late,” John whispered into Aclysia’s ear, the last of the bunch who he had fucked. The maid obediently nodded and left the room, leaving him alone with the now eagerly waiting submissive.

“Show me your bone armour again,” he demanded.