The Gamer Chapter 1282 – The Fourth to Return (Patreon)

John was split.

The question who to summon back today was still open. Only Gnome, Sylph, and Stirwin remained to be recalled to his side. Realistically, Stirwin would be last. The crocodile definitely knew that the Gamer would prioritize gathering his haremettes under almost all circumstances. It would take a very special occasion to break that mould.

Tomorrow could be one such occasion. For reasons of date planning, he would have to talk to the Father of Light later today. Having Stirwin present during that could have been of aid. Did John trust his personal negotiation ability enough to keep his pride watch on vacation for a little while longer? The answer was absolutely yes.

His paranoia reminded him that this kind of certainty was why having Stirwin around was so useful.

The date negotiations were something he could not screw up. He had given his word to Nightingale that he would claim her under a sky of his design. There were various ways to accomplish that and John wanted to go with the flashiest of them all. What use was being the ruler of an ascending nation in a fantasy world, if he didn’t throw that power around every now and again? Especially while he was courting an actual, literal goddess?

‘But do I need Stirwin for that…? No, I can do it,’ John reaffirmed his belief and then went to call back Gnome. Obviously, he needed to take someone along for that. “Claire, we’re heading to the summoning room in a minute.”

“Oh-kay,” the maid responded, her response heavily muffled by the cock down her throat. After returning to his apartment with Scarlett, he had found his maids cleaned up, recovered, and greeting him the proper way once again. He wasn’t quite so horny that he reacted with the same intensity, but getting a triple blowjob had been the natural response. Aclysia was to the left, Beatrice to the right of Claire.

Aclysia was wrestling with her own split. By seniority, Claire should have been on the outside during events like this. To approach symmetry, she had to be at the centre. This problem would resolve itself when the vampire maid was less of a greenhorn. Until then, the head maid begrudgingly accepted what was going on.

What she did not accept was Claire swallowing all of his cum on her own. “These are exceedingly bad manners!” Aclysia chastised the vampire maid.

“I’m sorry. I’m deeply, truly sorry. I’m completely and utterly disgraced,” Claire said, still kneeling when the rest of them had stood up. She squirmed on the floor, her submissive expression gradually changing into a depraved, manic one, as her hands reached up to her face and framed it. “The perfect Master was cumming down my throat and then I just had to swallow. I had to have it all. I need to taste all of my John. I love him so much, I want as much of him inside me as I can! I need to have it all!”

Aclysia let out a long sigh. “Your desires are normal.”

“Interjection: they are most certainly exaggerated past the norm.”

“Beatrice, you certainly share our desires.”

“Statement: I have come to make my inherited obsession my own. Further detailing this, I have reigned in the excesses. I am capable of self-control, unlike you two.”

“I have self-control!” Aclysia responded, aggressively. A chill spread out from her. That was, given the eternal summer, a pleasant way for her annoyance to manifest. “I share what I must of our perfect John, even if it is only normal to be completely lost in his supreme authority and sex-appeal.”

“Tell her, head maid!” Claire cheered the discussion on. “I’ll learn self-control, I promise.”

Beatrice reached into her inventory and pulled out a comically large button with an X on it. She pressed it. Nothing happened with the button, but John started giggling. The white-horned dragon maid stared deadpan, as emotionally stunted as ever, but the Gamer knew there was satisfaction under those unmoving features.

John cleared his throat to stay on topic. “Anyway, that won’t do. You have to share with your haremettes.”

“Interjection: you did not stop her.”

‘Because she was doing those big, adorably obsessed puppy eyes with each gulp.’ That was a statement he couldn’t say out loud and that he had to keep away from Claire’s ever gazing mental presence. “Well, I was busy enjoying you three excellently worshipping my cock.”

“Awww, Master thinks my worship was excellent,” Claire said exactly what she thought, a giant grin on her pink lips. “Obviously that cock should be down my holes all the time. I need you inside me at all times, my Master. I love it so much. I love you.” She began crawling towards him. “I love you, ilove you, Iloveyouloveyoulovelovelo-“

She stopped when John put a hand on her head to keep her from getting all the way to his groin. It was actually difficult. Her Strength exceeded his and she was putting quite a lot of it behind her efforts. By now, she had caught up to their level.


In typical John fashion, he had first gotten all her Stats to a nice and even number, so he would no longer get obsessive episodes when looking at them. He had been extremely tempted to get her Libido up to 50, but he barely prevented himself from making Claire even more of a horny mess. They hadn’t even found out if she benefited from the same Libido Perks as the Artificial Spirits. She refused, in principle, to attempt to create a dick on her body, on the basis that it would make her less attractive to John.

In her defence, she was right in this instance.

After all other Stats had been raised adequately, he had dumped all else in Charisma. It was her primary Stat, considering the max level of familiars she could have around scaled with it. His goals with her Stats was to get her to 1000 Charisma and then work on upping her Max Mana. While the max level of all familiars was equal to her Charisma, the maximum strength of one familiar scaled with her Intellect, because it was tied to how much mana she could pump into it. Each familiar, on creation, could take up to 50% of her Max MP. Because familiars could last indefinitely, creating a maximum swarm of it in advance was the definitive strategy. It also made Wisdom a way less important Stat than it was for other magic users.

In a totally unrelated note, spider sightings around the Guild Hall had become infinitely more common and John had needed to keep Claire from tearing down the shop of someone that had badmouthed him in whatever slight way three times so far. At least the familiars had to report information, otherwise the vampire maid may have been on an endless crusade to stamp out any disrespect around.

‘Speaking of disrespect,’ John thought, still trying to keep Claire away from his crotch. “Bad girl!”

Claire immediately froze, then went limp and sat on the floor. “Me?” she asked, utterly devastated and weak.

John almost couldn’t answer. Charismatic by her attitude from the start, Claire’s massively increased Social Stat had left her a near untouchably adorable creature of the night. Still, he steeled his nerves and said, “Yes. You’re being a bad girl. I don’t want to have to hypnotize you for everything, so do learn that self-control.”

“But.. but it’s so much more fun when you whisper your desires into my useless brain!”

“Are you making me repeat myself?” John growled in his dominant tone.

“S-sorry, Master!” Claire said and lowered herself, after a moment of hesitation.

“You will be abstinent until tomorrow night as punishment for this,” he decided and watched her tremble in anticipation and actual shame. This was an effective punishment and she enjoyed it at the same time. One had to love the conflicting emotions that existed in parallel in this aggressively obsessive submissive. To make it a little easier on her, he decreased her sensitivity by a quarter. Enough to make a difference, but not enough to make it actually easy. “Now, come along, we’re bringing Gnome back and I want you to meet her.”

“Sure, sounds fun,” Claire stated and rose to her feet.

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John was kneeling by the edge of the summoning circle, feeling his mind being pulled into it. Summoning Gnome back didn’t require him to cross over into the elemental plane, but the Gamer decided to give it a short stint anyway.

His mind’s eyes opened to a peculiar sight. Last time he had visited, he had entered in an untouched forest. Now, he was rapidly being pulled over the ground. No, the ground was moving underneath him. The entire plane was shifting around him, several biomes, from mountains to deserts, crossing by him in a blur. It was like observing the world at high-speed through a fish-eye lens. Then, it all stopped and rapidly normalized again.

John was standing in the middle of a circle of stones. It reminded him of Stonehenge, except this structure seemed complete in the assortment of its naturally rectangular rocks. In the middle of it was a table with three wide chairs around it, all of it fashioned from stone. The seats were cushioned with dense cotton, still attached to the plants.

Standing by the table was a woman of earthly beauty. She had skin the colour of fertile dirt, decorated with pleasing symmetry with gold, silver, and all the colours of gemstones. She wore a long, beautiful dress woven from various plant fibres, from vines to flower petals, covering her balanced figure.

She was not what John had expected, visually, because she resembled Gnome fairly little. Plasia and Salamander shared a lot of similarities, Sylph told him that Tempesta practically looked the same as her, the Mother of Water and Undine did share their own similarities from what little John had seen, and Siena had come to resemble Fade a lot on her last evolution. In each of these cases, the resemblance was clearly there. The Mother of Earth looked entirely removed from Gnome, who had a more Korean appearance.

“S-so… uhm… don’t want to hold you back or anything… but could we, like… talk?” the supreme elemental stuttered her way through the sentence.

‘Well, she’s definitely the same in spirit,’ the Gamer thought and walked closer. He looked down at himself to make sure his astral projection included his suit. “Of course,” he confirmed, trying not to sound too strong. He felt like he had to reign his voice in to prevent startling her. Something that was a bit absurd, considering he was talking to the embodiment of the earth.

Hesitantly, she pointed him to one of the benches. It was exceptionally comfortable. She sat down on another one. She sat there. She squirmed. She opened her lips. “T-tecta,” she finally pushed out.


“O-okay, that was it, bye!” the Mother of Earth declared.

Before John could do as much as say thanks, he was rapidly ejected from the sanctum and brought to Gnome. “O-oh, hi, John,” she greeted him, standing up from the middle of the tea party she was partaking in.

The Gamer had to gather himself for a moment, considering he had been moved from the summoning room, to fantasy Stonehenge, to here, in the span of about fifty seconds. That was a bit much even for his mind. He looked around and realized they were in some kind of multi-seasonal forest. Each tree was affected by its own weather, some standing in a pillar of sunlight, others steadily losing and regrowing yellow leaves or being covered in fresh snow.

“Quite the fitting place for you,” John said and looked around. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Umu!” Gnome let out her sound of confident embarrassment. She was a bundle of contradictions in her own right.

Interesting was that this was her reaction. John picked up the meaning immediately. “Did you make this place?” he asked, letting his awe flow into his voice as he took more of it in. Beyond the multi-seasonal trees, there was so much to gaze on. The pathways that wound through the forest, the stones that stood with guiding intent in the many colours that rock could take, all of it was carefully placed and natural at the same time. “It’s truly fantastic.”

“Uwu…uwuwuwuwu…” As the embarrassment deepened, the more traditional sound of her shyness came out. “I-it took me… a bit…” John put a head on her pretty head and started patting. “Uwuwuwuwuwu,” she continued, happily.

“Sorry, I’ll have to take her away now,” he told the guests of the tea party. He recognized none of them, but he did note that they were not just earth elementals there. It seemed that this place was somewhere at the edges of the elemental plane of earth, where the sister planes could easily influence each other.

Quick goodbyes were said and then the two of them were pulled back through the influence of the summoning circle. John opened his actual eyes and found himself in the summoning room, with Gnome’s body being rapidly constructed from bits of stone, dirt, and leaves that fluttered upwards through the ethereal veil between the dimensions. Excess bits of stone exploded from her skin at the end of the process, transforming into the leaf-winged butterflies that steadily accompanied her.

Finally, John had his cuddle rock back. He admired her for a few seconds. Her balanced curves, that dress of leaves of hers, turned green and flowery in accordance to the Spring season, her healthily coloured skin, to name only the broad strokes. He hugged her, softly at first, to keep her face in his field of view. Two braids of brown hair wrapped around to the back, where they were joined and then opened, joining the cascade of slightly wavy hair that continued halfway down her back.

A couple short strands escaped the backwards flow of her orderly hair, cutely adding accents to the upper half of her face. She had such perfect ears. Eyebrows quivered in wait for something. Her almond shaped, hazel-coloured eyes blinked a few times. She had a rounder face than many of his haremettes. That, combined with her (for Asian origins) pale skin gave her the definitive Korean feel. Not that the exact ethnicity she looked close to made any difference. She was adorable either way. Her reddish pink lips were slightly open and she closed her eyes in wait.

John claimed her lips. She tasted like the air around a freshly tilled field and the air just before rain. Beyond that, more intensely than ever before, she tasted sweet, with an aroma of honey to her. Truly, the season elemental was embodying the current spring. While they made out, she embraced him in that magnificent way very few could. She held him so intensely he felt like he could never drift away, so dearly that her love flowed through every fibre of his being, and so gently that he knew he could go wherever he wanted, with or without her.

“Alright, time for you two to meet,” John whispered, after breaking the welcoming kiss. Half, he broke the hug, only keeping an arm around her waist. “Gnome, Claire. Claire, Gnome.”

“H-hi,” the season elemental greeted, while the vampire maid stepped close and inspected the newest addition. “Do I look interesting?”

“Yeah, but with everyone else the first meeting was also pretty handsy, which isn’t an option right now and you don’t seem the type either.” Why Claire said that, Gnome did not need to ask, as John was getting her up to speed via memory sharing – a process that just finished as the new maid continued, “Anyway, I’m your new junior, glad to meet you.”

“L-likewise,” Gnome said and took the hand she was offered. Disconnecting fully from John, she pumped her other fist to gather her courage. “I can do this,” she whispered to herself.

“You can do what?” Claire asked, causing the earth spirit to first turn red, then stammer a bunch of incoherent syllables. “…Wow, Siena was right, I do want to bully you immediately. I never felt like that before. That’s so weird. I love it. Let’s be best friends!”

“Why is that everyone’s reaction to meeting meeeeee?” Gnome cried.

“Because you are just so sincere and reactive,” Claire responded with a giant smile on her face. That her Charisma was that high had also made her social intuition go through the roof. Reading Gnome was also exceptionally easy. “Anyway, what did you want to do?”

“I… want to do… deep breaths, Gnome.” She pumped her fists again, as she gathered her courage. “Umu!” With that sound of determination she suddenly hugged Claire. The vampire maid froze up at the sudden affection.

“Oh wow, this is… actually way more kinky than the… kisses…” Claire’s voice gradually decreased in teasing and power, as the intimacy of the rock cuddle set in. “Why… am I sad all of a sudden.”

“You deserve a thousand hugs like this,” Gnome whispered to her. “Not sure if… well, we can… uhm, sorry, not sure how to say this… Best friends is optional, but let’s be as harmonious in our life as we can be. We share the same path, right? We want a peaceful world and lots of time with John and the other girls… you are safe here now.”

“I…” Claire sniffed, her face contorting as she was brought to the edge of tears. “…I don’t want to cry again… I look ugly when I do.”

John put his arms around both of them, closing his eyes. “We won’t look,” he promised.

Loudly, Claire started shedding tears.