The Gamer Chapter 1301 – Fusion Festival 8 – The Dating Life and the Home Affairs (Patreon)

“Why don’t I get princess carried?” Lee asked.

“A whole bunch of reasons.” John adjusted the way his hands supported her butt. Petered out after several bouts with big scary stone lizard monsters, the young Fateweaver was on his back. Arms lazily slung around his neck, she barely held on. “Mostly this being easier on you.”

“How about you don’t have me fight for our entire date next time? How about we just play LoL next time?”

Claire poked the tired haremette in the chin. “You had so much fun though. Come on, you enjoyed it. Admit it, this was nice. Admit it, this was a nice break. Admit it, you can play video games at all times.”

“That three-time repetition thing you do is weird,” Lee grumbled.

“Affirmative.” Claire even nailed the tone Aclysia usually said that in. A rather impressive feat of mimicry.

They rode the elevator back up to the highest floor. John was so distracted by his happiness, he only realized that he should have been dreading the noise when it started to weigh on his mind. By that time, he was already on the teleporter pad though. Taking a boat ride with Lee so tired seemed like a waste of time.

Back in the apartment, John let Lee take a nap and Claire go to take an hour to help Momo with paperwork, and then grabbed Nathalia for the second date of the day. They went to the Fire Island, the second least visited of the Elemental Islands (number 1 being Shadow) and just had a splendid picnic in the red sands along the coast.

Following from there, he had a group date with all five of his elemental girls. Not as intimate as individual gatherings, but they suggested it and the time they spent on the beach of his private island was quite relaxing.

After them, it was Aclysia’s turn. The weaponized maid insisted they stayed in the Palace. Precisely, she had John go to their home cinema with her. That room seldom saw use and John felt it was a bit of a waste to spend private time that way. However, once he laid with his head on her thighs, completely relaxed while watching an atrocious movie, he changed that outlook. It was fun picking apart the badly constructed plot points while she played with his hair.

The penultimate date of the day was with Eliana. John took the pretty little psycho out to enjoy the only thing she loved as much as him: food. A candy factory had recently opened in the Hudson Barrier. Using his connections, John and Eliana got to do a taste-testing tour of the facilities, led by the owner. Unsurprisingly, the blood mage had a primary interest in the product. Still, she took her looks around and it was a nice memory to have for the two of them.

This left Momo, Lydia, Nia, Metra, Scarlett, Beatrice, Lorelei and Nightingale for the next day.

As for today, the last date was the obvious.

“You know, I am rather surprised that I haven’t been approached by anyone unexpectedly today.” John sat on the edge of the bed, watching Rave pluck various clothes out of their wardrobe and then tossing them mindlessly to the floor. It was a remarkably girly thing for her to do, the tossing aside. “No Richards, no Magois, no nothing. Just a peaceful day, so far.”

“That’s gonna change in a heartbeat, tiger.” Rave winked at him. “I guarantee ya, Max has some surprise ready.”

John raised an eyebrow, then his gaze from her ass for long enough to communicate his suspicion. “How do you know? Because if this is your usual harem mind-reading at work, then I have to ask what you and Max do behind my back.”

“Nah, this is good old female intuition. The way he wrote his texts is hella sus.”

“Hella sus…” John repeated quietly, shaking his head. “I don’t know if your tongue got stuck in the eighties or if you’re absorbing meme slang.”

“Psh, like I’ll be defined by time periods of memes. I’ll let ya know that I’m not half as bad as you and Lee. You’re gobbling up meme trends like Eliana does cotton candy.”

“Not the only thing I want to gobble up right now,” John said out loud. It felt fantastic to make such comments out in the open. Even more fantastic was the marvel that caused him to say it.

Rave was wiggling her bubble butt to a steady, unheard rhythm. Left, right, left, right, the perfectly balanced behind swayed, hypnotizing the Gamer out of his mind. The creases between jiggly ass and thighs shifted, the twin mounds jiggled ever so alluringly. Images and memories of his face pressed between those cheeks flashed inside his imagination.

His girlfriend took half a step back from the closet and gave the tent in his crotch an amused glance. “Lorelei, can ya come over here really quick?” she shouted.

“Of course!” the seer responded immediately. A couple of seconds later, she stepped through the open door into the bedroom. “However may I be of service, honoured head sister?”

“First, ya can stop that,” Rave told her, for the umpteenth time. All Lorelei could do in that regard was blush and nod, and probably fail. She was way too used to addressing people using titles. “B, tend to tiger, he’s horny. I know, huge shocker.”

“I wouldn’t mind a double service,” John suggested, while Lorelei sheepishly walked towards him. He goaded her to come closer by concentrating on his love and lust for her. Taking her by the hips, he pulled her into his lap. Her naked back felt just right against his chest. Hands creeping all over her, he only worsened the tightness of his pants. Eventually, he stayed on her breasts, kneading the decently sized, almost large, pair.

While Lorelei softly gasped, reacting so incredibly sensitively to the touch of her chosen lover, Rave answered, “I gotta pick clothes over here. Can’t waste time sucking ya off or get pumped full and then leak your massive loads all over my panties.” Playfully, her tail wagged. “Ya ever realized how careful girls need to be when ya pump half a litre of cum into them in the morning? I like the bath as much as the next gal, but I ain’t going there after we have sex just to get the sweat off.”

“I have considered that. If you want to, I could always, you know, turn down the quantity.” It was a seldom used feature, but John could actually regulate the average size of his ejaculations. At basically all times, extreme orgies excluded, he kept it capped at 100 millilitres, which was already 10 to 20 times the normal human average. His current maximum wasn’t far above that (107 mL) but that scaled with Libido and Endurance. Getting it higher was not difficult.

“Don’t ya dare!” Rave called him out.

“If I may… getting filled to the brim is… much better,” Lorelei gasped.

John smirked. When it came to sex, men and women were both simple and creatures of habit. The massive loads scratched some sort of itch in the brain that was purely animalistic in nature. “Guess I am just playing with you then,” he whispered in Lorelei’s ear. The seer shivered wantonly.

“I am yours to use, Master,” she moaned.

Not losing any time, the Gamer tapped the button that despawned his clothing. Between her butt cheeks, his dick rested, until John grabbed the seer by the hips and slowly raised her up. There was a plug in her backdoor, a virginity he still hadn’t taken for the sole reason of waiting for a special occasion. This was not the day, so he instead aligned her cunt with the tip of his dick and then pulled her down.

Unified, lustful cries left the two of them. Lorelei’s tight cunt accepted him eagerly. The folds relaxed and clenched, as she sunk all the way down to his lap. To get a better view, John decided to lie down. His feet still dangled over the edge of the bed.

Lorelei’s derriere was modest compared to Rave’s bubble butt and yet absolutely in line with John’s selection bias towards women with cushy behinds. Straddled on his crotch, the seer rode him. Slowly at first, swiftly accelerating as desire eroded her usual diligence, until she was completely lost in her haze of sexual joy. The Gamer helped the masochistic submissive along in losing herself, by catching her bouncing braid and pulling it like a rein. Steadily, he thrust into her from below. Force rippled through the squishiness of her backside.

The dates had been exclusively romantic, even with Nathalia, and so John had not cum in several hours. Something that made him as eager to unload as a regular man his age that hadn’t cum in over three days. With one more thrust, he pumped his load into Lorelei.

Happily used, the seer remained spasming on his dick long after he was done cumming inside her. After releasing her braid, she slowly rose from his cock. “Thank you, Lorelei.”

“There is nothing to thank me for, Master,” she responded, still a bit out of breath. “It is my pleasure.” Ready to leave, the seer stopped when both Rave and John whistled not only at the same time, but the exact same tune.

“You’re not done here just because I’m no longer horny.” John patted the spot on the bed next to him.

“Sit ya sweet ass down, Rel,” Rave echoed.

The seer, ever one to follow orders, sat back down. That she was facing exactly the issue that Rave had described was no issue for them. Luckily the same world that allowed John to cum absurd amounts also came with mostly self-cleaning bedsheets. Aclysia still changed them daily, though.

“What do ya think I should wear?” the feline Lightbearer asked, holding up one of her many gala dresses and a plain, yet incredibly adorable, sky blue summer dress. “I feel like this is putting it up a bit thick.”

“May I ask why you have such turmoil inside you regarding clothing choice?” Lorelei requested first. “You would appear attractive no matter what you wear.”

“Aww, thank you, Rel.” Rave gave her a pleased smile, then tossed both dresses onto the pile. Aclysia would have to clean all of this up later. Everyone knew she would be happy about that extra work. Practically the only chaos Aclysia actually loathed was chaos in her kitchen.

“Jane got it into her head that she doesn’t want to be upstaged by the bride,” the Gamer informed Lorelei.

“She’s gonna wear a wedding dress before me, I can’t be dressed poorer than her when greeting her in my home!” Rave insisted, pulling out another one of her fine dresses. It was one of several that had decorations in the shape of wave forms on them, making her favourite songs into patterns that covered her. They looked quite good, although that was more due to the masterful tailoring than the gimmick.

“This strikes me as… vain,” Lorelei suggested, carefully.

“Nobody ever said tiger is only a positive influence on me.” Rave dropped that dress and sighed. “I’m First Lady, or something like that. We won’t be hanging out just with Max and Irielz, we’ll be hanging out with the king of Austria and his queen. This is gonna have some international attention.” Evidently favouring something more basic for a start, Rave pulled out a pair of elegant and proper panties. “Least I can do is look good for the world.”

“…Are you doing this for me?” John asked.

“I’m doing this for us.” Rave cupped her boobs and gave them a bit of a jiggle. “Do I have to wear a bra for this?”

“Depends on the dress,” John suggested. “Back free is a get out of bra free card.”

“Oh, that narrows things down,” Rave reached into the closet. “Whaddaya think about this?” she asked and pulled out a deep blue dress. It was yet another article of clothing that was clearly inspired by the Fusion symbol, its skirt made out of six flower-petal shaped strands of satin, each of them coloured in the appropriate element of the guild’s logo.

‘I have no idea when they buy all of these,’ John thought. He loved and hated that his girls had lives outside of him. Obviously, they were all the more interesting for having tales to tell that he wasn’t there for, yet not sharing every waking second of his life with them was restricting in its own way.

“Can ya stop pondering your obsessive side and answer the question?” Rave teased, reading his thoughts as effortlessly as John found exploits in contracts.

“I think that would be better for the final speech of the festival,” John told her.

“I ain’t giving that.”

“But you’ll look pretty in the background.”

“Hmmm…. Never was one for pretty in the background…” Rave carefully hung the dress back in the harem-sized closet. “Just a pretty dress then… how about this one?”

It was a pure white dress, made of one kind of cloth. It had a long, pleated skirt, and was held up by a strand of cloth that wrapped around the back of the neck. That strand simultaneously served as the cover for the breasts, with a nice gap between them giving a bit of insight, without being too sultry. It looked like something Marilyn Monroe would have worn.

“I’m not proposing to you tomorrow,” John warned her. The design was just close enough to a wedding dress that he felt like he had to say that.

“I know, ya ring tease.” With a smile, she put the dress on. It was pretty easy to get into, as far as dresses were concerned. Even with that being said, there were a few carefully hidden zippers involved, to keep the dress sitting nicely tight on her curves. As a man, the worst John ever had to contend with were buttons. The many intricacies of female clothing boggled even his erudite mind. Rave cleared her throat. “You better put one on my finger before I decide to put one around your manhood.”

“…This is disturbing,” Lorelei mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Rave asked, speaking slower than usual. The slurring she so often experienced was gone, alongside her hodgepodge of a British-Japanese-German-American accent. Left was a clear spoken, pink-haired, half-Asian lady with cat ears. “Could it be that my clear pronunciation is unfamiliar to your ears?”

“Using pretty big words there,” John teased her.

“It is indeed alien.”

Rave raised her hand, all ladylike, and giggled, her smile mostly hidden. “Hey, I can learn this or that. It’d be weirder if I hadn’t picked up some stuff from Lydia and the rest of you after all this time.” Pulling the dress all around into proper position, she was the embodiment of feline grace and female beauty. Her ever-wild, pink hair harmonized nicely with the overall look of the dress and its pleated or artfully wrinkled parts. Her basic tan made her skin contrast pleasingly with the white colour. “I won’t speak like a proper lady, though. Feel like that’s a step too far down the pretend way. You’ll just have to take me pronouncing my ‘yous’ and such correctly.”

“Implying you usually do it incorrectly.”

“By your inferior standards.” Rave extended her hand to him. “Now get dressed, tiger, we have your boyfriend to meet.”

“Can I get a version of you that still slurs her words but skips on the gay jokes?”

“Nope,” Rave responded immediately.