The Gamer Chapter 1094 – New Year’s Finale – Outdated Apartment (Patreon)

John woke up like always. He was surrounded by women either still deep asleep or in the shallow slumber of the hungover. The latter was unusual, but otherwise the scene was the same as always. That he left the bed without anyone jumping on his morning wood was also unusual but, considering the state of his bladder, appreciated.

He walked across the living room. It was clean, like always. Aclysia, Beatrice and Momo were already hanging around, the former two working in the kitchen, while the fairy maid stared at the screen of her laptop in an exasperated fashion. Whenever they left the bedroom before him, that was the view he expected since Momo became chancellor. Occasionally, Beatrice would stand next to her and advise on whatever Momo needed a second opinion on.

“Yo,” Momo greeted him with a simple wave, without looking over, like always.

“Mornin’,” John replied lazily, ignoring the mild headache of his own hangover. “Thanks for keeping tabs on my water intake.”

“Someone has to look out for you,” Momo responded absent-mindedly. “And we both know Aclysia is too much of a servant to do anything that might annoy you.”

“It is my meaning to optimize Master’s health at any given moment,” Aclysia couldn’t help but respond to that remark. “Mixes containing the required water and sustenance to offset his hangover debuff have already been prepared and sorted by severity.”

“Statement: Mild Hangover debuff bottle is on the table,” Beatrice added.

John didn’t need to hear that twice. He grabbed the 500 ml bottle and downed it in two goes. While his stomach felt bloated at the sudden intake, the headache subsided almost immediately. “Thanks, you three,” he said.

“What are you thanking me for?” Momo asked.

“I am just guessing that I will find a giant stack of issues sent to me when I return to work and when I go to deal with them, several will have mysteriously been solved already.”

“The amount of people that think we haven’t considered what to do with the trash is INSANE,” Momo cried in exasperation and slammed the laptop shut. “It’s like they assume we do not know that rockets cause paper, plastic and oxidized metals to fall from the sky. Worse, we put up signs at every event location and they somehow are still asking.”

John played the devil’s advocate. “Some people don’t leave their house.”

“Can they at least check the government website though? Because I’ve given orders for the clean-up procedure to be on the front page.” Momo groaned loudly as she opened the laptop again. She was unable to stay away from work for more than ten minutes, unless given a distraction. Whatever she saw first made her throw her hands into the air. An explosion of red particles burst out from her, only to fade away immediately.

Rare as they were, her ‘fairy side’ incidents weren’t that surprising anymore either.

John walked over and calmly closed the laptop again. “How about you join me in the shower?” he asked. “You could use a moment of destressing.”

“I… you know what, you’re right.” Momo let out a long sigh.

“Hmm, could I hear that again?” the Gamer teased.

“You know what?”

“No, the second part.”

“Wha- oh! Oh, really, you’re that needy for an intellectual blowjob?”

“Only if it comes from you.”

“Yeah, well, pshh… whatever.” Momo bashfully played with the tip of one of the shorter strands of hair that framed her cute face. “Urgh, let’s just get into the bath.”

“Countdown: Aclysia and I will join in ten minutes,” Beatrice announced, between the chopping sounds of vegetables getting diced.

John and Momo entered the shower room and, like always, stayed far longer than was required to get clean. First the maids, then, one after another, the other haremettes joined them. With a third of the harem in tow, he left the room to the moans of a lesbian orgy happening in the jacuzzi. Those sticking to him were treated to their own intense pleasures in the living room.

That lesbian engagements even still happened in his harem spoke of two things: one, that they loved each other (although the sex wasn’t concrete proof of that on its own) and, two, that his dick wasn’t a pleasure-reception frying weapon of mass orgasm. It was definitely a bringer of immense amounts of climaxes, but it didn’t ruin his women. That pleased and displeased him simultaneously, with the former being more intense. Sure, he would have liked to so utterly satisfy them that they physically couldn’t live without him, that was just the dream of any pervert. That he didn’t need any such insurance for them to stay with him was a satisfaction beyond that though.

Like always, they eventually ended up at the dinner table, taking in their breakfast. Like always, everything was delicious. Like always, the conversations around the table were equally intellectual exchanges, friendly banter, and perverted insinuations (or outright statements). Like always, John felt at home and happy.

Just that this always would end, in some part, today.

John looked around the apartment. The open kitchen right next to the table was equipped with every sort of tool a housemaid could desire and large enough to store all of it as well. The wooden floor was a flawless blend of rows of planks, created by the Guild Hall mechanics to seal perfectly. John still remembered how much Rave had wanted a carpet. She had given in quickly when he presented the obvious question of cleanability. Most of the room was dominated by the Harem Couch, wrapping around a long coffee table. Against the wall stood a shelf with the flatscreen above it. To the right of that entire ‘complex’ was a walkway leading to the bedroom. Other shelves and furniture stood wherever they were useful.

“What are you thinking about?” Gnome inquired.

“Just… nostalgia, I guess?” the Gamer responded and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve gotten a bit attached to this apartment. We’ve been here for about six months. That’s the longest we stayed anywhere since getting together.”

He could see it on the faces of the haremettes that his sentiment was shared to varying degrees. Some had a hard time understanding it, like Lydia who didn’t spend nearly as much time in the Palace as the rest of them. Others knew what he was talking about but didn’t feel as intensely about it. Few agreed completely.

“I don’t care that much where we live, really,” Sylph babbled. “Rave’s room, the mansion in Rome, maybe the Boating Seaquence, here, it’s all fine as long as I live with all of you!”

“Aren’t you being sweet?” Siena asked, between sarcasm and genuine awe at how cute the arcvolt elemental sounded.

“Man, living on the yacht, that was a time.” Rave hummed in recollection. “We should take a Caribbean vacation on the boat sometime.”

“Put a pin in that plan and leave it there for a couple of years,” Scarlett said. “There is no way we’re going on any kind of long vacation for a while.”

“A girl can dream.”

Metra brought the topic back to its origin, “You aren’t changing a whole lot anyway.”

“I’m remaking the entire layout and adding a pretty big spa area.” John stopped his eyes from wandering another round through the room and glued them to the massive rack of the fire spirit across the table. When she noticed his stare, Salamander grinned and pushed her tits together between her upper arms.

“Question: can we throw out the table?” Beatrice requested.

“We are not throwing out a perfectly fine table!” John responded fervently. He was getting bothered about that thing, mostly for humoristic purposes, so often that he usually overreacted when he heard about it.

“Let’s not fucking start with that,” Scarlett groaned. “While we’re already on the upgrades, you’re sticking to the list, right?”

“I might have to trim something off to fit the Starkiln in, but otherwise yes,” John told her. The Guild Hall upgrades were mostly predictable. What the next tier of a Building would do was usually outlined, even if it was generally vague. The Mine just said that it would ‘spawn additional entrances and allow to mine legendary metals in its new depths’, without stating what those metals were or what exactly those extra entrances were there for. The Cleaning Station just said that the number of slimes would increase.

Although those descriptions were often a mere hint, there was still a mechanic that John couldn’t predict whatsoever, being Building Perks. Those had first shown up on the upgrade to Tier 4 and weren’t guaranteed on every Building either. It seemed to be a half-finished mechanic Gaia had left in because it was interesting enough. John didn’t complain, the Perks were additional power.

“That’s the first order of business of the new year either way,” John said and rolled his neck. “Upgrading the Guild Hall.”

“Which is a horribly timed decision,” Momo remarked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it.” The Gamer waved off. Because Buildings could not be changed while they were occupied, a proper upgrade of the entire island required a complete evacuation. Demanding that people leave their homes by noon was unpopular at the best of times. That they do it on New Year’s Day, that was a tall order. Regardless, John had given it and authorities were going to check every single complex by eleven.

While he didn’t plan to do away with any of the houses (doing so may delete personal items), he would more than likely move them. Same went for the shops. Keeping the workshops empty was a lot easier, all he had to do was close them.

John finished his meal and then pondered over what he could do until then. There were a couple of hours to kill. Obviously, he could go to work, but nobody would be there so he could only do the standard paperwork. ‘Well, I could call the Order,’ John thought. ‘It is the new year… but William will be seething if I let him dangle another week or so.’

“Any Classes ya could hammer a level out on?” Rave suggested, doing her usual, impossible mind reading. “Unless ya want to spend the entire morning fucking around.”

“I’d be game for that,” Lee exclaimed.

“Don’t you have to be in classes in an hour?” John asked.

“Technically speaking that’s correct.”

“Factually speaking, you should go.”

“Urgh, fine.” The young Fateweaver was as unenthusiastic about school as ever. That she saw it as somewhat necessary to get to the practical applications had helped her in the ‘consistently attending’ department. Yet, she still hated every generalized lecture she had to attend.

“About my Classes…” the Gamer continued and opened his menus. One after another, he tapped through the Classes he was currently interested in. “Starforger needs me to reach level 3 in Silver Arcanist and Harem Gamer.”

“What a peculiar selection,” Lydia hummed, sipping her tea. She wore burgundy red lingerie, which made her the most clothed person in the room. Previously she had been the only one wearing anything, chokers or other such small accessories put aside, during their private hours. Momo had changed that recently by making black gloves, garter belt and stockings a practically permanent part of her image.

John had wanted that and the sassy maid had obliged one morning, without any comment on the matter. No comment from her, that was. The Gamer was steadily showering her with compliments, if only because she was cute when she got embarrassed.

“I guess I can do the Harem Gamer Challenge this morning.” The Gamer smiled and looked around the table.

What followed was a series of sexual escapades with steadily diminishing headcount. Lee had to leave first and the elemental girls followed soon thereafter. They had the task of making sure nobody was hanging out on their islands. There were definitely no elementals around, John had assured that by taking them off the power grid. Aclysia and Beatrice bowed out to make sure the Residential and Commercial areas were truly vacated. Scarlett and Nathalia had a meeting to attend to.

Everyone would be back when the actual upgrading came around. They simply had their own obligations to tend to as well.

With Rave, Eliana, Momo, Lydia, Nia and Metra still around, John had more than enough partners to get done with the various depravities the Harem Gamer Class demanded. Before noon, he had fucked more than half of them into needing a post-orgasmic nap – despite the energizing properties his cum had. Only Rave and Nia were still active. Covered in his seed, the two naked women were lovingly licking the love juices of their fellow haremettes off his cock.

“You could use Master Stud,” Nia suggested, while Rave took the initiative to deepthroat his length.

“I like to keep that for special occasions,” John told them. He enjoyed the visuals that came from several women concentrating on his single cock too much to use Master Stud in these situations. It was a tool for specific uses and orgies.

Nia said nothing else about the matter, turning her cum-covered face back to the cock that now slowly slid out of Rave’s throat. They took their turns working his erection and he picked up the next Perk.


The choice here was so obvious, John hesitated for a moment wondering if he was missing something. Obviously, Mark of Passion’s effect was sexy, but 10% wasn’t really that impressive. If he could stack it by having one haremette, like a bound Scarlett, feel the pleasure of several other women, that could work. Otherwise it was just a vastly inferior, if always available, version of the Lover Boy Overclock. Mark of Understanding was just useless. The girls of his harem were harmonious enough without another 20 Charisma.

Meanwhile, Harem Comms was ridiculous in its utility. Had he had it during the Death Zone, they could have avoided a lot of trouble or at least met each other quicker. Even if it was only text, having an option to communicate outside of phones, which were relatively easily blocked, and the Communication Crystals, which were brittle and had restrictive cooldowns, was worth a lot.

Once he was sure there were no hidden factors to the other two choices, he picked the Harem Comms. Before him, he saw Nia and Rave receive a notification informing them about this new ability. They dismissed the window quickly, before continuing their work.

John was about to ask them to send him a message, just so he could see what would happen, when he received a text. The notification was a simple, non-pressing awareness that there was something he could check out. It was easier to ignore than the 1 on the ‘Inbox’ button of a social media site, yet clear enough that he knew there was something new to read. When he ‘touched’ that awareness, the window opened.

Scarlett: Great, that invalidates the program I spent almost a year writing.

The text was in a window of the standard blue most of his interfaces used. From the looks of it, he could create any variety of chatrooms containing any combination of all those who were in the Harem Party. A projected keyboard let him type his response.

John: Hey, this only works for us. The rest of the people will still need the program.

Sylph: Awww, there is no way to send pictures with this. I like sending pictures. Particularly the funny ones with text and the funny faces.

Over on another segment of the couch, a certain fairy maid was stirring from her rest, checking out this new function.

Momo: Memes?

Sylph: Yeah! I like memes! And I actually still knew the word, but thank you for reminding me, Meme!

Momo: WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT!

Siena: You looked adorable though.

Momo: I hate that you compliment me only to hurt me!

Siena: Two birds, one stone, my dear Meme.

The feature let them kill time until the Guild Hall was empty.