The Gamer Chapter 1283 – Bad Workday (Patreon)

‘Bit for bit, we’ll heal those scars,’ John thought, after placing Claire down in the bed. She was living happily most of the time, but a life like hers was not compensated for in a single breakdown. Like Eliana, some traces would remain for the rest of her life. “Alright, let’s have her sleep it out,” the Gamer whispered to Gnome.

“Would you mind if I stayed here?” the season elemental asked.

The horny part of John minded a lot. He hadn’t seen her in ten days and he craved more intimacy with her, in all ways. That horny part was easily pushed aside. Gnome’s needs were more intense than his. Unlike him, she hadn’t had a harem around to cater to her wants. Still, she prioritized this. “This should be my job,” he mumbled.

“You’re busy.” Gnome gently caressed his shoulder. “We have each other for this and… uhm… I need some bonding time with her?”

“Mind if I joined the fun?” Siena asked, suddenly appearing in the room. “She’s growing on me.”

John still felt a twinge of guilt that he wasn’t the one doing this. The guilt was overpowered by the love he had for everyone in his harem, who all cared for each other. “Give her a kiss for me when she wakes up,” he told the two of them and then kissed them each twice. Then he left the bedroom. He did not need to walk far for his next arrangement.

“Everything fine in there?” Rave asked.

“Not enough of an emergency to push back talking to you,” he assured and sat down next to his girlfriend. Immediately, that horny side of his came back with a vengeance. Of all the women in the harem, his instincts identified Rave as the sexiest. He had been fucking her the most, she had deflowered him, and she had only grown more attractive with time - to him and objectively. “You said you had a bad day?”

Rave switched into complaint mode, now that she knew there was no harem-internal crisis going on. “Fucking awful day. I tried organizing a fundraiser and I was stuck with this super unreasonable clerk that refused to do anything I asked, including calling the manager.” Rave puffed up her cheeks, her cat ears stood at attention. “Who did she think she was talking to?”

“Is it fine to be rude to non-First Ladies?” John asked, jokingly.

“Johnny, I wanna complain right now, not get actual advice or stupid jabs.”

“Understood,” John surrendered immediately.

“Like, seriously?” Rave continued grumbling, while laying down on the couch. “I’m trying to organize a fundraiser for a whole new housing block dedicated to domestic students and that bratty little bitch decides that the best way to use my time is for her to talk down to me? I know I act the airhead sometimes, but I ain’t stupid. I know when someone is just too lazy to get off her bum and tell me how many tables there are in the basement.”

“Wait, that was the entire reason for the discussion?” John asked, flabbergasted. While his mind was confused, his body followed a very inviting tap of Rave’s heel on her butt. Even that little touch made the relaxed, abundant meat of her butt jiggle. Further ripples went through her perfect backside when her foot aggressively slapped back down on the leather Couch.

“Two hours! To count tables!” In raw frustration, the First Lady of Fusion headbutted the Couch. “Ya know, if only there was a way to let me forget a terrible workday…” Her parallel thighs tensed a bit, as she raised that balanced bubble but of hers. She stopped when her pussy was in view, slightly wet and definitely growing wetter soon.

“If only,” John agreed, bringing both his hands down on her butt with a rippling smack. Her hips curved up even higher and she moaned in the exaggerated fashion of someone who desperately needed a good pounding. It wouldn’t stay an exaggeration for long.

Straddling her, John angled his cock and thrust forwards. “Ooohh, there it issssss,” Rave moaned, turning her head to smile over her shoulder, “the end of my stress.”

The Gamer’s hands moved to her hips. Everything about the female backside was just so seductive. Broad hips swinging into a narrow waist, that was the detail that decided if a derriere was just large or a proportionate piece of beauty. While he sunk deeper and deeper into her gripping tight cunt, his girlfriend wiggled her hips and moaned. “Just look at that perfect ass,” John said, giving it another smack.

The ripple went from one magnificent ass cheek to the other and onto her smooth thighs. The sting made her back muscles tense for a moment. Even they were enticing, displaying how fit she was without becoming distracting from her overall feminine form. “All yours, tiger,” Rave purred, her pink cat tail slowly moving. It added an exotic accent to it all, as did her lightly tanned skin. As the seasons changed, she got more and less brown. She could control it, the effect on light on her was largely up to her, and when asked for a preference, John had decided he liked it when she looked appropriate for the time of the year.

Which meant that she would, over the next few months, gradually grow darker until she had the same colour as Metra. That was perfect double blowjob season from those two. A great reward to harvest, repeatedly.

For now, the fruit he concentrated on was the peach under him. Fully inside her, John lost no seconds to start pounding her into the cushions. Rave was untypically lazy about it, just lying there and taking it while he sent ripple after ripple through her cushion of an ass. ‘Someone just wants to get her brain scrambled,’ John thought with a grin. ‘I can do that.’

Repositioning slightly, he adjusted his legs and put a hand on the back of Rave’s neck. “Hmmm, someone’s feeling feisty.” Her feet drummed approvingly on the Couch. The sound stopped the instant John got back to pounding her. Hard, while pinning her, he fucked his girlfriend. Each thrust was a loud clap that echoed in the room. “O-o-o-ohhh, y-e-ss-s-ss-sssss!” she shouted, her words broken up by the constant hammering. “I’m- c…cumming!”

Rave’s teeth snapped shut, shouts were replaced by groans, and her cunt clenched his cock with spasmic intensity. Her fingertips dragged over the surface of the leather while the rest of her remained pinned down. Staying still, John asked, “More?”

“Moooreeeee!” she demanded, still in her orgasm, and went straight back to screaming. One orgasm turned into two before long, as the Gamer gave her every bit that his beloved cat-eared girlfriend could beg for. Two orgasm turned into three, or perhaps the second just wasn’t allowed to end, as John fucked her now drenched cunt without pause.

For seven minutes of uninterrupted thrusting, he made the Couch creak under the intensity of their lovemaking. Rave’s legs were angled behind him. She was writhing all over, but the hand on the back of her neck kept her right there where they both wanted her to be. Her smooth skin was flush with excitement, her voice trembled and exhausted from the stream of relentless ecstasy.

“Inside me, cum inside me,” Rave gasped, feeling his orgasm approach.

John grunted something affirmative, even if he had wanted to make a mess out of her back. Letting his instincts take control, he accelerated past what was sustainable. All the nerves in his cock were constantly being stimulated by that wet, quivering quim of hers. Holding on was impossible. With one last loud, smacking impact on her ass, he stopped. His balls tightened and he filled her with a massive load.

Spurt for spurt, his seed kept her multi-orgasmic streak from ending. He didn’t dare move while her folds twitched around him, slowly draining every last drop from him.

Sometimes, John felt like complaining that male orgasms were so short. Most of the time, he was grateful for that fact. When the fog over his senses cleared, he was allowed to witness Rave squirming and moaning, while her own orgasm robbed her of proper muscle control. Witnessing a lady spasm and gasp, that was a pleasure all of its own.

“How much more stress do you have?” John asked when Rave’s gasping returned to something closer to regular. She still couldn’t respond immediately, giving John ample time to play a little more with her buttocks.

That genetics weren’t fair was entirely proven by that behind. How could any other woman compete with a backside this marvellous? The outward swing of her hips was as alluring as the cleavage of the two buttocks. Relaxed, the firm squishiness could be shaped in several ways, all of them defined by the tactile reward he got from kneading that behind, hot from the reaction to the previous spanking.

“Dunno, how about ya just keep going until I’m sure, tiger?” Rave was appeased, so that was a nice start.

He could definitely fulfil that wish for her, too. Only problem was that he felt a very annoyed presence approach, so that was something he would have to deal with in a moment. “Just give me a second, I have to do some caring.”

“Did Momo have a bad day or something?”

“…Your mind reading powers continue to be scary.”

“It’s love reading powers, but they sure are scary.” Rave grinned. “Anyway, ya can do the talking, imma be as quiet as a cat.”

“Cats aren’t renowned for being quiet… which, actually, maybe they should be… depends…” While John pondered that, Rave reversed their positions. Passive understanding and what was now, by reasonable measurements, a long-term relationship let them coordinate such switches without pulling out. Soon, he was lying with his back on the couch and she was riding him in reverse cowgirl. “…Man, I can’t decide what position your ass looks best at.”

“Answer is yes,” Rave summarized all thoughts that could be had in three words. “Do ya know what bothers me?”

“Your parents?”

“Booo, that’s looo-o-oow…” Rave’s voice was derailed by her slowly going up and down his dick. She was accustomed to the amount of pleasure he could bring, but resistance to his effects was not something that could be built up. That was one of the best things about them. “And that’s deeeeeeep,” she groaned in the best way while sinking down. “Could barely hold a convo if I went any faster.”

“Want me to change that to ‘definitely couldn’t hold a conversation’?” John raised one hand in the typical ‘about to snap his fingers’ position.

“Not even your hypnosis thingy could fix my pronunciations.”

“Which reminds me that I want a country girl in my harem. Southern drawl is just too hot.”

“If ya find one, imma have to judge that for myself.” Rave stopped with his dick all the way inside her and oscillated her ass where it was for a little while. Every bit of that swing was hypnotic. There was no belly dancer that could have been as enticing. “Anyway, it’s a shame ya can’t push your dick out of your back.”

“The fuck?” John had to blink several times, to try and unpack what she meant with that. “Jane, did I ever tell you that you suck at explaining stuff.”

“Ja – matter of fact, ya don’t stop talking about it.”

“Can you still try to explain what you’re thinking about here?”

“Maybe I just wanna look at some ass when I’m riding ya is all.”

With that context clue, John could at least launch a hypothesis. “Ah, you mean because I can penetrate you from all of these fun angles, but you are limited to the direction my dick is pointing at?”

“Now ya get it, I must be great at explaining after all.”

“No. I’m just good.”

“If you’re so good, why ain’t I cumming my brains out?”

Rave looked over her shoulder, a challenging smile on her pink lips. John stared back. The door flew open and in stepped Momo, shouting, “JOHN! HYPNOTIZE ME!”

“First off, inside vo- Wow, you had a shit day too, huh?” John asked, when his attempt to make a joke was immediately met with a disapproving glare from the monochrome maid’s white eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

“The cabinet is full of incompetent jackasses, and if I get one more email from Emrik, I will re-draft the constitution to make all discrimination against that butthead legal.”

“Butthead?” Rave snorted in amusement.

“Just hypnotize me already, perv!” Momo demanded, her hands slamming down on the backrest of the Couch.

‘Man, she is adorable when she is angry,’ John thought, looking up at his third maid. That was third by order of becoming a maid, not by age. Her eyebrows were pulled together, her bright pink lips pushed together, and her paper-white skin turned slightly red from her annoyance with the situation and her embarrassment for what she was asking about. “Why the focus on being hypnotized?”

“S-shut up and just do it,” Momo stammered.

‘Well, I guess that is the easier way to go about that,’ John thought and snapped his fingers. Rave’s pussy clenched around him. The Pavlovian reaction to a snap from him was for a haremette to immediately get universally more excited. That had nothing to do with the actual hypnotism. Rather, it was an accidental and really appreciated by-product. “Momo, trance.” Instantly, the sassy maid began to relax, her eyes closing almost all the way. “So, Momo, why the focus on being hypnotized?” he repeated his question.

Momo responded in a slow and sheepish voice. More importantly, she answered with exactly what was on her mind. Considering this was Momo, what was on her mind was exactly what she wanted to do. The advantages of being a build around Mental Stats and a side-helping of Charisma. “…You gave Claire the more detailed commands… and I discovered… I really like it when… I get this relaxed and… controlled… down to the mind… by you, Master.”

“…Oh wow, I think your dick just grew by another three centimetres.” Rave gave it a few bounces to confirm that fact. “Nah, just harder than diamond.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Absolutely not, that’s hot.”

“Momo, what about the brat breaking though?”

“We can do both… just… break me with a bit of… mind domination… I… got the idea from how you treated Claire… and it turns me on so much… and I was too angry to hold that back…”

“I could actually impale myself on this now,” Rave joked, while sliding down his shaft. “Ya two can have your little hypno session another time, I still need this dick.”

“Well, I can program her a little. I already got a few new commands in place,” John said and snapped his fingers. “Momo, No Lies. In a moment, I will release you from the trance. You will have your Mind Wiped. You will not be able to recall being put under hypnosis. Whenever you try to remember, you will feel a sudden disinterest. No Lies. Now. Three, two, one – Wide Awake.”

Momo inhaled, as her self-control suddenly returned to her. “Why wasn’t I hypnotized yet? I really can’t think of anything hotter than you quote-unquote forcing me to cum my brains out, like the bratty submissive maid that I am, Master!” After all of that was out, she suddenly stopped, her skin turning even redder. “Why did I say all of that out loud? I did not need to let Master know that I love him and the way he humiliates me every other hour of the day. Neither do you need to know that your abs look fantastic… where is my filter?!”

“Look who finally decided to be honest,” John hummed.

“That’s adorable,” Rave moaned. “Hey, Momo, whaddaya think about what you’re seeing right now.”

“I’m not as much a voyeur as Gnome, but this definitely gets me wet. Must be the constant exposure or maybe I was just screwed from the start. Watching Master fuck other women makes me all tingly, especially while I’m waiting for an order what I get to do.” Momo only stopped when every last thought was out. She pressed her lips together in an effort to keep more stuff in.

John could bust open that seal with a single question. No Lies was a new command that did exactly what one would expect, same for Mind Wipe. With Claire being so highly suggestible to hypnotism, he had decided to reach a bit deeper into the toolbox of mind control and see what he could get away with.

The thing was, neither No Lies nor Mind Wipe worked on most of his girls. His hypnotism was still exactly that: hypnotism. It did not make them do anything that they were not 100% on board with. Honesty was the norm in his harem, but most of them were not fine with the total loss of control over their utterances. It was a comfort situation. Once they started thinking about what they actually wanted to say, the command no longer worked. Similarly, Mind Wipe and Mind Control commands asked someone to deliberately not think about a certain memory or to forgo total control over their bodies. The latter commonly worked on the extremely submissive women in the harem, but the former was a bit trickier.

Even with their trust in John, which was large as it could ever be, deliberately ‘forgetting’ something was either something they could not do mentally or were not able to be comfortable with. So these new, more ‘mind control’ oriented commands were pretty hit and miss regarding who they worked on.

That Momo was just blabbering away without any clue of what was happening on her active mind proved that she was extremely suggestible herself. ‘What a delightful discovery,’ John thought, while observing the machinations of her mind. It was extremely interesting to behold a mind whose active thoughts were frustrated and whose subconscious was getting more and more excited because she was getting exactly what she asked for. She just didn’t know better. “Say, Momo, don’t I still owe you some facesitting time?”

“You don’t actually owe me anything, I just like to pull your leg with demands so you bend me over something… Where is my filter…?” Even as Momo asked herself that for a second time, her mind actively refused to combine the knowledge she had to come to the conclusion that she was hypnotized. That was what would have snapped Scarlett out of something like that. The woman could not stop her mind from seeking out new information no matter how hard she tried.

“I removed your filter.”

“Psh, right, like you could do that… if you could, that would make me about as soaked as I currently am. I’m only waiting for your permission to undress, by the way, you absolute tease of a sexy man that I love. Would be nice of you to notice.” She said all of that in a tone of pure sass and with a self-loathing inhale right after it. Was there any greater verbal treat than a brat that could not lie?

“You can undress and sit on my face for a bit. I have something to do later. Also, face away from Jane, she wanted to look at a butt while riding me.”

“…Ya know, I was about to complain that I wanted to look at your butt; I’ll take Momo’s bubble butt tho.”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you, Jane. I love you and hold you in super high regard. Not to mention, you do have the best ass around here.”

“Awww, I love you too!”

John did not get to hear the rest of the conversation, as he was silenced and deafened by thighs.

The best fate one could have.