The Gamer Chapter 1327 – The Country Gal Fire (Patreon)

Really though, how fortunate could a man be to stumble over a catch like her on a Friday?


“You really love starin’, don’t ya?” she drawled in a dry tone. To make herself as unattractive as possible, she crossed her legs and sat slightly hunched. Practically nothing of her killer figure was on display now. The Gamer got a feeling she dealt with unwanted attention a lot. That was the drawback one had to deal with when being such a stunning example of the human physique. Doubly so when one was a member of the fairer sex.

What John found hotter even than her body was the attitude that she gave him. Observe confirmed it: this was her first trip into the Abyss. That being the case, she kept up a strong front. Suppressed trembles and nervous glances gave away that she was not entirely fine. Still, she could carry herself even during events that were far outside her frame of reference. That fire in her eyes was always there, trying to take apart the situation so she could understand it in its entirety.

“I always was one to appreciate the finer things in life,” John told her. It was unusual for him to talk to someone that hadn’t heard of him or his reputation. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

“You aware that I can’t share whatev’r joke ya telling yourself right now?”

“Sorry, it’s just that I had a similar situation happen to me when I entered the Abyss. It’s interesting to be on the other side of things. First off, I’m John Newman. You?”

For several seconds, she refused to answer. “You ain’t a devil ‘bout to take my soul if I give you my name, are ya?”

John could not help but laugh at the idea. Quickly, he cleared his throat, aware that it was not a reassuring reaction. “No, no, I am not.”

“Swear that on Jesus’ name.”

“I swear it by Jesus Christ Almighty that I am not a devil nor a demon of any other variety,” John responded in a serious tone.

“Alright... you can call me Hailey.” She lifted her hat, revealing how much darker the roots of her dirty blonde hair were. After running her hand through it, she placed her hat back down. The motion of adjusting it seemed to give her a bit of comfort. The calm front gradually became more of her reality. “So whad’is that Abyss business ya keep yapping about, John? Not to pitch a fit, but a gal is need’n an explanation.”

John had to keep himself from visibly showing how much that drawl was messing with his brainwaves. Between her looks, her attitude, and that voice she was taking the shortcut into his heart – not that that had been historically difficult for any attractive woman. ‘Alright, seriously though,’ the Gamer reigned himself in. There was a highly confused, practically mundane person in front of him that required explanations. He could drool over her later. “Well, to put it simply, the Abyss is an unseen underbelly of the world where people can use magic.” He conjured and then dismissed an Arc Lance just for demonstration. “We’re separated from the mundane world by Illusion Barriers, such as this one.”

“Illusion Barriers? You gonna start makin’ sense soon?”

“Let’s just say there’s a reason they don’t even try to run away.” John pointed over his shoulder. “It’s easier just to show you. Come along.” He got up and helped Hailey do the same. She tugged at her shirt a bit as she followed along, unsticking it from her midriff. As a result, the front of the shirt hung in front of her like a drape, halfway obscuring her figure. It was still abundantly clear that she was a bombshell of a woman. This was as much as she could do without putting more layers on her than were comfortable in this weather.

They stopped at the edge of the Illusion Barrier. John gestured for her to put her hand against it. Hesitatingly, Hailey did. Like a person blindly reaching into the dark, she carefully extended her arm. When she felt the resistance against her palm, she furrowed her eyebrows and pushed back. Soon she was trying to charge through with her entire body.

“This is the border of the Illusion Barrier. This temporary pocket dimension is an effective copy of the area it was erected in. It can only be left if the one in control…” John tapped his chest twice, “…allows it. I’ll show you how later. Anyway, these barriers are how Abyssals stay hidden from the mundane world.”

“When y’all Abyssals enter these barriers, do you just disappear or somethin’?” Hailey asked immediately.

“We disappear from ‘real space’ and enter here, yes. To the normal mundane, neither the dis- nor the re-appearance are notable.”

“So I ain’t crazy,” Hailey mumbled. “Saw some of you fellahs phase in and out of reality before. Thought I needed my head checked. Why even bother with these barriers? Tried my darndest to hit one of them boys with my 9 millimetre, but they a slippery dup of vermin. You moved even faster than they did.”

“Same reason we can enter, exit, and create them without issue. There’s a supreme deity, called Gaia, that punishes everyone and everything that shows magic to mundanes. Low offenses get you cursed with bad luck, high offenses get you erased from existence.”

“…Paw-paw wouldn’t like me hearing about paganism havin’ a point.”

“I think the reasonability and applicability of religious teachings are the least of your problems right now,” the Gamer suggested. After a couple of seconds, he realized that he was wrong about that one. The brave front was still intact, but she was visibly distraught that God held less sway over the state of the world than she may have initially believed. “For what that is worth to you, many Abyssals do believe in Jesus. Gaia runs this business and she is effectively omnipotent… but her omniscience is questionable, for a variety of reasons. Whether there is such a thing as an absolute god is no less debatable on this side of the divide than the other.”

“Alright?” Hailey seemed a bit confused by him going in such detail. She also seemed calmer. Even if she had not properly caught his drift, that did work. “Can you keep on with the explainin’? I got isolated society of magicians and other such terribly unscientific, ungodly voodoo. What’s the explanation for those three boys being such unrefined cocksuckers? Pardon the term.”

Even the curse sounded sexy from her. “Yeah, I have to apologize for that. They must’ve slipped through the cracks, much as we try for that not to happen. Simply put: they tried to abduct you and sell you into slavery. Either into exactly the kind you’re currently thinking of…” Hailey had immediately looked down at herself, “…or to use you as a living mana battery. It’s a profitable business. Surprised you haven’t asked me the most obvious question yet.”

“Mind you, Mister Newman, that I ain’t fully recovered from the loss of my favourite gun… she was a purddy hunk of iron. Now she’s useless scrap metal.” Hailey sighed with such intensity that John had to consider that she was actually telling the truth, rather than trying to play over her reasonable concern. “What would that question be?”

“Why did the protection for mundanes not apply to you?”

“Oh, I already worked that out. I’m some kind of latent talent, I take it?” Hailey stemmed a hand into her hips and John got a sight of that swing of her waist again, perhaps the best one yet. Control had to be maintained. The temptation of blatantly getting a view of her thus far unseen backside was intense. “Y’all had to come from somewhere, so I take it someone, sometime did somethin’ and then they continued on in their generations and sometimes new liddl’ superhuman’s pop up.”

John gave her several impressed nods. “Yeah, that’s remarkably close. Basically, occasionally people are born to mundane parents that have Innate Abilities. You said you saw Abyssal enter barriers before?”

“Three or four times, then a bunch of big fellahs went through here and vanished repeatedly. Was a couple of months back.” In thought, she added, “Coulda been a year…”

‘Probably when the Order waltzed through this territory,’ John thought. “Question is, when did you first notice it?”

“Why ya wanna know that, fellah?”

“Most people manifest their Innate Abilities at a young age. Those that only show them in early adulthood, around eighteen years, are Latebloomers. Those usually have stronger abilities and higher potential.”

“…It was about fifteen years ago,” Hailey answered. Her eyes darted off to the side, she fidgeted, and she tried to read his reaction a bit too intensely.

John did not call her out on the lie. ‘No need to push her right now,’ he thought. His mental attention was caught by a signal from Metra anyway. ‘There’s no way you drove all the way here that quickly,’ he said.

‘Maybe I was following you at a reasonable distance,’ the First of Wrath responded. The car manifested in the Illusion Barrier, when John allowed her entrance.

“You can manifest entire cars into these barriers?!” Hailey shouted, excitedly.

“That is, indeed, a thing,” John told her. This girl was very excitable when it came to machines, he found. Matched with the oil stains on her face and pants. Metra came out, wolf ears and all. That made Hailey keep her distance from the car. “She’s not a devil either.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, she’s built like a tank.”

“I like her,” the First of Wrath shouted over, swiftly marching her way over and getting a greeting kiss. Neither of them was shy about it, not in front of a definitive courting target, not ever. Metra’s tail wagged left to right, until she separated from him. “You sure you want that bastard bleeding all over your car?”

“That is a fair point.” The Gamer reached out to Undine. A little argument later, the slime girl manifested right next to him. Teleport cooldowns were not high enough to be stingy with their usage in these cases. Silently, she wrapped her arms around his neck. They were nice and cool in the current weather. As were her lips, which pressed onto his. Undine claimed her greeting kiss with notable intensity. Her breasts squished against his chest and he could not but respond to the embrace equally. Tightly he hugged her, wrestled with her tongue, until she was sated.

Undine separated with a quiet, “Ever the honest, Master.” With a short glance towards Hailey, she turned into a flowing arc that returned to her female curves once at her healing target.

“I should probably mention that a lot of the social expectations in the Abyss are considerably less binding,” the Gamer told the watching country gal. “Although my situation is still rather special.”

“You appear to be some kind of bigshot,” Hailey noted the obvious.

“You could say that. Anyway, we can leave this place now. Let me catch you up over some lunch.”

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John could have gone for something more refined, if only to flaunt his wealth. In terms of taste, Domino’s Pizza was nothing to complain about. It had been a while since John had stuffed his face with greasy, unhealthy and delicious pizza. Neither he nor Hailey got a lot of talking done, turning the large serving into an empty plate within ten minutes of continuous munching.

One had to wonder if Hailey was doing a lot of physical labour, if she had just won the genetic lottery, or if the blossoming, uncultivated magic inside her was doing its work. John was guessing that 1 and 2 were more applicable than 3. Her aura was visible, but only barely enough to make her stand out in a crowd. If she was a Latebloomer, which John assumed, then her ability was not marked by raw power. No wonder she had managed to slip by everyone’s attention for several years.

After lunch, the Gamer gave her the quick rundown of who he was and how it came that he had been there to save her when she was. “So lemme summarize,” she drawled. “You’re a president on vacation and you’re tellin’ me that ya wanted to find someone to seduce and that just so happened to be me when I was about to be kidnapped.”

“That is the short of it,” the Gamer responded. He knew that it had been tactically unsound to tell her exactly why he had been there when he had been. He also hated the part of courtship where he had to put up a front to put his foot in the door. A man that had what he had was beyond the need to play that game. To be blatantly honest was the privilege of someone who played for additional gains.

Hailey reached for the bottle of water she had ordered in addition to her pizza and emptied the remaining quarter litre in one go. “Mighty flattered, purddy boy, but my daddy would not approve of me joining some harem affair.”

“I very much respect parental opinions, but I am more interested in what you think.”

“I think today has been an absurd day.” Hailey played with the bottle cap, eyes staring at something behind John. “If you would excuse me for a moment, I need to go for liddl’ girls.”

“You’re not going to climb out through the bathroom window, are you?” the Gamer asked. She froze up halfway on her way out the bench. John calmly sat there. In his thoughts, he shouted, ‘God, I love her attitude!’ John was just too weak to attractive women with character. Maintaining his outward appearance, he told her, “I respect that all of this is a lot. For what it’s worth, what happened to you today is becoming rarer around these parts. I can’t guarantee it will never happen again and I am also not in any position to tell you how to lead your life. You’re free to do what you want, I’m just giving you the options.” The Gamer covertly reached into his inventory underneath the table and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a business card and slipped it across the table. “You can call this number if you want recommendations on what to do next.”

“That ain’t no tracking spell or somethin’ like it, right?” Hailey asked, slowly taking the card.

“I’m here because of a prophecy. You think I need a tracking spell if I want to find you?”

The gears in Hailey’s head visibly slotted into place. She was smart, no doubt, but she was also still figuring out how all of this worked. “…Duly noted, purddy boy.”

That was the second time she called him that and John had not yet managed to get even a bit annoyed at being called a boy. It was that special way she pronounced it. There was no demeaning aspect to it. He would still have preferred being called a ‘pretty man’. Hopefully negotiations could be had down the line.

“So, am I free to leave?”

“You were since we left the barrier,” John assured her. “I’ll pay for everything. Least I can do after all the trouble.”

Hailey had an enigmatic expression on her face, as she stood up. For the first time, John couldn’t read her at all. The passive Observe could have given him a clue. He had ignored it since first meeting her. As had been pointed out to him, and as he had come to agree, it was a tad creepy if he could constantly read their emotions and reasons for them. Hence, he limited himself to checking that aspect only for first contacts, enemies, or consenting partners.

The country gal marched past him, towards the bathroom. Prophecies were fickle and the one he had gotten really only guaranteed him how to find a country gal that matched his standards. This could have been the last time he ever saw her. With that in mind, the Gamer decided he might as well get a view of what he would be missing out on and turned around.

Although she did her best to dress in a way to detracted gazes, nothing in this world could have hidden the curves of that backside. Her oil-stained pants were completely filled out – stretched over a nicely balanced bubble butt. She was tall and so the bottom of her hourglass was large compared to other women, but on her figure it was wonderfully appropriate. It did not have that same thickness as that of the maids nor was it as perfect as Rave’s, but it got damn close. It occurred to John just how similar her and Undine’s figure were – the two even shared the same height.

‘Oh my God.’

One of the wrinkles in her clothes was gobbled up by the heavenly crease between her round ass and doubtlessly delicious thighs. Never before in his life had John wanted to be a piece of accidentally folded cloth that badly. To be stuck between the underside of roundness and the beginning of thickness.

Hailey turned her head when she had reached the bathroom door. “You definitely are a star’r.”

John had nothing to defend himself.