The Gamer Chapter 1161 – Prep Grinding 2 – Relaxation Paradise (Patreon)

“Urgh, if he wasn’t so cute, I wouldn’t bother with this shit,” Lee mumbled and opened her eyes. She was sitting cross-legged where John had left her, in a pose appropriate for meditation. When he raised his voice, her spine straightened suddenly.

“Cute? That’s not a word I hear often when it comes to me,” he said teasingly and extended a hand to help her up. Amongst shy squeals and other indiscernible noises, she took the offer. He dragged her to her feet and kissed her. Like he had with Lorelei earlier, he tore the clothes off her while their tongues wrestled.

“Oy!” she complained, when he was ruining her shirt. “That’s a custom made one!”

John tore the rest of the way through, then moved it to the side to inspect what was printed on it. “Why do you need a shirt with the Fusion logo?”

“I, uhm, uh,” she stuttered, clearly trying to think of a believable excuse for the real reason.

The Gamer hazarded a guess, “Is it because that’s the closest to being able to show that I own your ass without getting stares in public?”

“Y-yes,” Lee answered with that mixture of directness and embarrassment that funnelled her perverted character into something deeply adorable. “And it’s a good-looking logo, okay?”

“Hmm, sure.” John let her get away with it for the time being. He placed the shirt in the Create Skill and pressed Repair. In ten minutes, it would be back to how it was before. “Good job, by the way. I got a window telling me you were successful.”

“Thank fuck I don’t need to keep concentrating on Fateweaving,” she mumbled, distracted by the ruination of her leggings. “It’s set-and-forget kinda option. I just need to stick around now.”

“And I don’t need to focus on time dilation at all,” John boasted.

“Gaia, nerf please,” Lee whined playfully, then gasped when John shoved her against the side of the manor. “On second thought, never nerf that cock.” She laughed while looking over her shoulder. She pushed her ass out and earned herself a quick slap. Her pants were torn at the seam, but stuck tightly to her thighs anyway. It didn’t matter to John, who moved her panties to the side with one hand and poured lube over the sphincter with the other. He didn’t often resort to lube, but it was appropriate at the moment.

“Time for your reward,” he said with a smile, while pushing the head of his dick against her back entrance.

“You make me such a mess, dude.” Lee shook her head, an even broader grin on her face. The expression twisted into gleeful satisfaction when he penetrated her asshole. She screamed, her legs trembled, and there was no sign of pain whatsoever. Her small body had learned quite well how to take the entirety of his cock.

“Mess sounds good.” John grinned and fucked her.

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They spent the first eight hours of their time in the Overclock Instant Dungeon doing two things. One was exploring the capacities of the Overclock Instant Dungeon. It had a couple of oddities to it. Number one was that, like she had already proven, Lee could tap into it without John relinquishing control. Setting up Fateweaving was the primary benefit, her ability to reshape the landscape the second.

Not only was she better at it than John, having trained the necessary mental muscles more than he had, she could get even better at it while she was there. This gave her something to do while the majority of them were out grinding.

Number two, there was a synergy effect going on with the I.D. Gate and the Overclock Instant Dungeon. More accurately, it was between the Building and the Protected Space mechanic. John had the necessary Perks to have electricity and such things reach the barrier. Usually there were a few issues with this connection, as the barrier took the energy, water, and heat off the grid. Any power-siphoning too intense would raise mundane eyebrows, so Abyssals had to set up either their own parallel grid, mana generators, or fake addresses at which they could pay the bills. This Protected Space, however, because it was in the Guild Hall, was counted as an extension of it. It could siphon away from the mana generated by John’s home base to fuel its numerous luxuries.

They were in a park that Lee had manifested to experiment. The bench John, Nia and Beatrice sat on was the standard white variety that could be seen in practically every country around the world. John was busy making out with the pariah, eagerly taking in the moans she let out in reaction to his powerful mana. On the ground, Eliana was bobbing up and down on his cock. Of her own volition, of course, but not at her own pace. Beatrice had her hands on the pretty little psycho’s head and moved her as if she was using a fleshlight to give her Master a handjob.

Having a servant use a masochistic submissive as a tool to get him off was a special feeling and John cherished it with each stroke. Having an eye on his daily maximum when it came to Lover’s Will, he knew this was about to end. He fingered Nia to one more orgasm, just as he came down Eliana’s throat. Once both were over, he pulled away from the pale blonde’s lips with a sigh. “I maxed out for the day,” he confessed, as little as he wanted this to end. “Let’s stop here for now.”

The three women peeled off him. “I’ll take a shower,” Nia announced, looking anticipatingly at Eliana and Beatrice. That the emotion could be read outright from her body language was an immense improvement. Several months ago, she would have just stared enigmatically. “Do you want to join me?” she asked regardless. Since she didn’t need to shower in the first place, the offer was the entire reason why she even made the call.

“Affirmative,” Beatrice said.

“Sure, I’ll lick that cum out of your creepy cunt,” Eliana chirped.

It was pretty obvious that all of them were still horny and wanted to take care of that with each other. John knew he could at least join them in the showers, because they all needed one. After that, it seriously was back to business.

They moved towards the manor and John stayed in the park. For now, he had to gather the other naked beauties scattered around these beautiful surroundings. He wasn’t sure which video game Lee had plucked these designs out of, probably an amalgam of several. The important thing was that it tickled his fancy.

The roads of fertile brown dirt were at that wonderful in-between state where the ground was compacted enough to be solid but also reshaped under his naked soles as he walked. It was like forest paths, without any of the spiky branches or seeds lying about. That dark brown cut through wild grass, growing to the height of his ankles. Verdant green was sprinkled with the many colours and shapes of flowers. The only thing that could have made the scene more idyllic would have been butterflies and birds frolicking about.

There were some insects flying about, actually, although the Fireflies’ status as living beings could have been questioned. John walked up to the fairy they spawned from. She only looked over when his shadow cast over her face and the e-reader lying in the grass under her. One of the Fireflies landed on her folded hands. She raised one finger to pat its tiny head. “You know what I always asked myself?”

“Didn’t think to think about it, no,” Momo gave a cheeky response that made John chuckle. She raised her lower legs from the grass and swayed them softly, displaying a sudden rise in her mood upon his arrival. She also raised her butt just a bit, emphasizing its round shape. “Anyway, spit it out.”

“Do you feel bad about sending the Fireflies to their death?”

“I don’t, really,” Momo answered and waved her finger around. The tiny, blue creature stayed attached, causing its creator to raise an eyebrow. “Impossible to explain how I know this, but they are the same set of ‘souls’ or whatever you could call it. They’re too simple to understand life and death, so they don’t mind being reincarnated over and over.”

“Interesting.” John kneeled down and put his hand against that of Momo. The Firefly crawled over. “Equally interesting that they seem to have some kind of mind of their own. Yet, in combat, they do exactly what you want.”

“I can make them do whatever I want whenever I want, it’s just a bother to do so,” Momo waved off and checked the clock. “Oh, it’s 12:30,” she said in a disappointed tone. Her legs stopped.

“Why do you sound so deflated?”

“I just… thought you came over to talk to me for a minute.” She pouted. “I’d give you a handjob to keep the efficiency going or whatever, but nope, you’re just here to tell me we’re Raid ready now.”

John ran his fingers through her silky white hair. “I wanted to get all of you myself, I could have used the mental connection,” he told her. “If you want to, we can talk in the evening. Just the two of us. I need some book recommendations.”

That did appease her enough to stop pouting. “Guess I take what I can get with you,” she sighed and got up. “Alone time with pervy you is a rare commodity. Never thought I would cherish it when I was stuck in that house with you.”

“Funny how times change,” he agreed and kissed her on the lips. “I could break you again later, if you want.”

“Perv,” she said, rolling her eyes. Then she gave him a quick peck in return. “I’ll take another shower. Probably with the others and you.”

“Yup,” John confirmed and turned to let Momo pass by him. Watching the bottom-heavy woman go was very distracting. His dick rose to half-mast before he wrestled control over his eyes from his manhood and returned it to his surroundings. It was easy to get lost in the moment in this little paradise. The heat of the midday sun lent itself to foolish little adventures. A breeze distracted him from the simple pleasure of standing naked in the green.

“John… Joooooooohn… you want to let your concubine sit on your faaaaaaceeeee,” the wind whispered.

“We have things to do, Sylph,” John shouted at the source, hiding in nearby bushes. They weren’t any sort of real bush as far as John was aware, just greenery that looked and felt real. Fateweaving could do many things, but it couldn’t create life, so the plants Lee had made were better than plastic but less than the real deal.

“Oh, really? Okay! Going showering!” Sylph shot out of the bush and dashed away to the manor with untypically little to say. She probably realized or knew instinctively that the shower room was the last place where she could get herself a quick orgasm.

John shook his head in amusement. ‘How did it come about that I am surrounded by women this thirsty?’ he sarcastically asked himself, just as the crystal-clear moans of a certain water spirit reached his ears. Following the sound, he found a wondrous formation of Undine, Siena, Salamander and Gnome, locked in a complicated net of lovemaking. He clapped his hands to get their attention. “Experience of Love is maxed out, everyone is hopping into the showers, you should join them.”

That simple announcement got them moving with only minimal grumbling. “It seems like I can’t feel my legs, care to lend me your strong hands, my saviour?” Siena sensually said, seductively stretching her spine.

John walked over and flicked his fingers against her forehead. The dark-haired woman hissed with disappointment. “Begone, vile temptress,” he said, keeping his semi-erect dick out of her reach. Sometimes he remembered what happened if she got her way. Often, he deliberately forgot.

He moved on to a section of the park where Lee had experimented with tree creation. Various shapes, sizes, and varieties of large flora stood about. In one of them lazed three shapes. Two of them were golden, one furred, the other scaled, and one a naked humanoid. John’s eyes were drawn more to the shape of her perfect ass than they were to the literal light sources under the dense leaves that covered the outline of the bowl-shaped treetop.

“Jane,” he shouted up. The tail of his girlfriend flopped once, otherwise she remained motionless. “Jane, there is an orgy happening in the shower!”

“Hmmm… Rave had lots of sex today, she wants naps…” the feline Lightbearer grumbled.

“We’re preparing for the Raid.”

“Oh, danger!” she exclaimed and rolled over, suddenly wide awake. Not wide awake enough to realize that rolling like that would send her down from the oddly flat tree branch, falling to the ground.

Magus Step swiftly delivered John right underneath her and he caught his girlfriend. She stretched between his arms, yawning like a cat, as if she had known that was going to happen. “Aren’t you glad you have me?” he asked.

“Ya do carry me like a princess.”

“Even though you deserve that so little.”

“I like it better when you tell me I deserve every second of it.”

“But I’m in the mood for sarcastic remarks.”

“Princesses get whatever mood they want,” Rave declared and relaxed in his arms. “And don’t ya start with the whole ‘princesses get married to the 60-year-old Tzar of Limbostan to secure an alliance’.”

“I would never say that… mostly because Limbostan isn’t a country.”

“This princess does want to get married though,” Rave said to her boyfriend, before winding out of his carry. “Just a reminder.” She winked, before starting her journey to the manor. Swiftly ripping his eyes away from the honeypot, he looked back up to the canopies. Stirwin had already gone incorporeal, while Copernicus stayed for long enough to shake his head at the Gamer.

Unperturbed, John moved on in search of the few that remained. He found Nathalia and Metra by following a loud, peculiar sound. It was the unique kind of metallic echo that one got when hitting a baseball at high speed. One was throwing the balls, the other batting, with a shift occurring just as John arrived. Telling them what was happening had them moving on without complication.

‘I guess those are lost for eternity,’ John thought, still able to see one of the balls growing smaller and smaller in the distance. With the powers involved, they travelled kilometres outwards. ‘Not like we are polluting anything… although I wonder where they got them from.’

With the majority of his harem found, walking around to find them got a little more difficult. By now he had no other choice either, since the only one he hadn’t found yet who he had a mental connection with was Aclysia. The weaponized maid was back in the manor, preparing lunch. If he knew the women of his harem, and he most certainly did, then Scarlett was also indoors, doing something technical. With Lee it was a 50/50. Lorelei was the only one he wasn’t sure about. From what he understood of her currently, she would have preferred to tighten her relationship with her sisters. If she was out here, he would probably find her together with Lee.

His guess was exactly right. By a tranquil little lake, located in a rocky basin whose outer rim Lee was currently forming, the naked seer and Fateweaver sat on a flat boulder. They were so close to each other their legs touched. Neither minded, which was oddly adorable to behold. “What’s up, dude?” Lee asked. “Want to give me another reward round.”

“We can do so in the shower,” John offered. “Experience of Love has maxed out, we’re getting ready to Raid. Thought I should offer you to see us off.”

“Sure,” Lee said and jumped to her feet. “Can you stand Rel?”

“It will be minorly difficult,” Lorelei confessed and let her fellow haremette help her. “Thank you, sister.”

“No problem,” Lee said, evidently not minding the title the seer used to refer to the other women.

The two of them left the basin on a mildly elevated path that connected it to the brown dirt roads. “Master,” Lorelei addressed John once they were on their way back to this mansion. “You aim to face enemies of great strength, created by the Lady to grow you through challenges, correct?”

“You could put it like that, yes,” John agreed.

“If you deemed it safe, may I accompany you?” she asked. “I reckon I’d be of service.”

“Is that so?” John asked, intrigued.