The Gamer Chapter 1341 – Alchemist in the Harem (Patreon)

What did John have to feel guilty about? Well, with an Endurance of 16 and otherwise thoroughly non-impressive physical Stats, Delicia was the least resilient of all the women he had slept with ever since he had ascended into lovemaking legend. 28 Libido and her new body had helped her maintain her consciousness. After the pleasure was gone, her collapsing instantly had been a foregone conclusion.

It would have been proper to at least offer to increase her Physical Stats before they jumped right into it. Truthfully speaking, John had his mind in her cleavage. Combined with the general relaxation he enjoyed these days, it had simply slipped his mind. Much to his regret afterwards, as her missing stamina meant he could not do any of the large list of other fun things her short, stacked body would have been fantastic for.

Alas, that had to wait until the next morning. Such was the intensity with which he had pounded her into the mattress that she remained ‘shut down’ until after breakfast the next morning.

With messy hair and no clothes, Delicia came stumbling out of the bedroom. Despite lacking the necessary nervous system to actually feel groggy, the drowsiness was written all over her face. “Mornin’,” she mumbled, and made her way to the table.

“Ya fitting in fine,” Rave pointed out, while the shortstack sat down. “Not even a bit of shame at the nudity.”

“Anything I should be ashamed about?” Delicia pushed her large chest out, to make clear she had her own answer. “I vaguely recall getting cuddled all night, so we can skip the step where you pretend you don’t all want me.”

“I want you to serve Master,” Claire said, pointing solemnly at the new haremette.

“Bwahahaha, do I have to start calling you Aunt Claire?” Delicia laughed at her fellow maid. There were chuckles all around the table. Amidst them, the alchemist and Nightingale made eye contact. They blushed a little bit, but then carried on as usual, one eating breakfast, the other bowing over the plate of bacon and smelling. “This is weird. It smells delicious, but I have no hunger response at all.”

“Speaking of hunger response,” Momo reached into her inventory and retrieved a basket full of metal chunks, “eat up.”

Delicia received the basket across the table and looked at the pile of valuable metals. Baelementium, Elementium, even a couple of shards of Mithril were in there. After a glance from John, Nathalia rolled her eyes and tossed one of her scales on top. The gemstone in her chest went untouched. As she had announced previously, she had been chipping away at that a lot for him already and to harvest too many shards from it too quickly would have her feel like she was missing a toenail for a couple dozen years. Not a fate John wished on anybody he loved.

“Oh yeah, just fatten me up, will you?” Delicia asked with a huge grin. “Who told you that all my fat goes straight to my tits and ass?”

“Statement: metal is-“ Beatrice tried to say something, but was talked over.

“My eyes,” John told her. “Not that that matters anymore. You’ll be ‘stuck’ in the prime of your youth for the rest of your possibly eternal life.”

“Woe is us,” Nia said.

“Statement: met—"

“…Was that supposed to be sarcastic?” Delicia asked.

“”Yes,”” the entire table, save Nia, answered in unison.

“Yes,” the pariah followed three seconds later.

“You’ll learn to read her, takes a minute,” Rave said.

“Can we talk about metal being low in fat, making what Delicia said nonsense from the start?” Lee asked, only for Beatrice’s head to turn 90 degrees, like that of an upset owl. “…Was that what you tried to say?”

“Affirmative,” the passive maid grumbled.

“Hey, hey, here, I have two giant reasons why you should ignore anything stupid I say.” Delicia crossed her arms under her tits and jiggled in her chair. There was no one that could keep their stare. When a rack like that was in motion, the world paid attention. “Like moths to the flame,” the alchemist smugly declared. “It’s so easy with you all. John Newman and his sex-brained semi-lesbians!” She started laughing loudly at her own joke, beating the table as she did.

‘I think it says everything that I don’t even care about her being this loud,’ the Gamer contemplated. As a highly social introvert (an unusual but by no means impossible combination), he typically preferred his quiet. The exceptions to that preference were the many noises his harem was making. More accurate was that between love and familiarity, he could blend out their various activities or indulge them without being bothered.

“Don’t damage the table.” Aclysia gave the maid a warning glare.

Delicia stopped immediately. “S-sure thing, head maid,” she surrendered immediately. “What?” she responded to the various gazes with a grin. “I can know my place – I agreed to wearing a maid outfit and that has connotations, right? Right?”

“Right,” Aclysia confirmed with a strong nod. “To that end, I wish to investigate if your alchemical gift has any household applications?”

“Does being able to run all basic alchemical procedures within my body have any household applications? Hah, behold!” Delicia reached across the table and took the milk carton. Usually, it would have been a terrible idea for an Artificial or Natural Spirit to down any kind of material that could spoil, but everyone was too interested to see where this was going. After she had emptied it all, Delicia grabbed an empty glass and put a hand on top of it.

She was swiftly getting used to her new powers, made evident by the speed at which the fluid streamed from her finger. It was like watching honey fall out of a really filled up flow hive. It stopped after a bit and Delicia wiped her finger off on the edge of the glass. Proudly, she presented it to the head maid.

Aclysia took the glass and gave it a smell test. “Soap?” she asked.

“Yes, yes.” Delicia nodded twice, exceptionally proud of herself. No one around the table was particularly impressed. “Can you bunch of gods and otherwise absurd entities maybe acknowledge how awesome that is?”

“You just turned milk into soap,” John responded drily – mostly to edge her on. “Maybe you just need to enlighten us with more context.”

“Alright, gather around, the delicious girl will give you a rundown on alchemy.” Delicia climbed on top of the chair and addressed everyone from an elevated position. That Aclysia, Beatrice and Nathalia were staring daggers at her for this did not bother her. “Alchemy can be roughly separated into creation, transmutation, and mutagens. While creation, of potions specifically, is the most commercially used aspect, and mutagens may be the flashiest aspect of it all, transmutation claims 36 of the 49 basic procedures. Using the right chain of transmutations, you can convert basically anything into everything else. The three limiting factors to that are that the atomic mass of what went into the procedure can deviate no less than 7,77% from the original input, that the magical strength must be equal unless diminished or enriched, and that the item must have a similar symbolic value at the end than it had at the beginning.”

John raised his eyebrow. “That last one is… odd,” he commented, “incredibly vague too. Who exactly decides what the equal symbolic value is?”

“See, that’s what is so interesting about alchemy: nobody really does,” Delicia chirped and jumped off the chair. “It prevents me from converting milk into gold, at least with regular quantities of milk involved. It would also stop me from converting gold into Elementium, sand into pearls, or other such incredible exchanges of value. However, I could convert a widely known single copy of an important historical text into an incredibly valuable material, provided I add the necessary mana.”

“Personal feelings?”

“Rarely play anything more than a minor note. There is no recorded incident of an alchemist being capable of drawing immense value of an item they only personally cherished. Feelings of an alchemist only manifest in the Investment Effect. It adds minor effects to potions based on the emotions felt during the creation and procedures the alchemist elected to use.” Delicia drained the rest of the ‘milk’ out of herself as plain water. “And that is one litre done for the day for demonstration purposes. Urgh, why couldn’t she have bound it to mass instead of volume? So awkward.”

“Are there local differences?” John asked, trying to solve this riddle.

“Minor, yeah, why?” Delicia asked.

Since she was now an official part of the harem and thus practically guaranteed to stay with him, it was time to introduce her to the large secrets they were aware of. John told her about Romulus and Remus, about the core of faith in Sicily and the true purpose of leylines. He also told her about Gaia. At the end of it all, Delicia laughed.

“Seriously! Oh wow, even the supreme deity has daddy issues, huh?” The alchemist got back to slapping the table in amusement. That was the most carefree reaction anyone had to reality potentially being a dream yet. “Ah, well, whether everything is a dream or the result of a giant explosion makes about the same amount of sense to me,” she responded to that thought.

“Well, as long as you’re happy,” the Gamer hummed. “Anyway, I would guess that the possibilities of transmutation are hooked up to the leylines, thus making the symbolic value of things a collective conscious decision.”

“That is a leading theory anyway. Nice to have it essentially confirmed.” Delicia threw a handful of metal shreds in her mouth, like popcorn. “Good alchemishts cahn jusht go wishth their gut on shtuff. Makesh shense, that’sh what the shared exshperience of humanity boilsh down to anyway.” Delicia swallowed after chewing the shreds into even smaller pieces.

Watching her devour metal spurred on the obvious idea. “Really sucks that you can’t convert solid materials.”

“Huh? Of course, I can, you take me for some third-rate alchemist?” Delicia gave him a flabbergasted stare.

“But you can only push liquids out of your body?” John asked.

“Right, right, I forgot that you are uneducated again, sorry about that,” Delicia giggled. “Hey, do you need me to explain even more, big guy? Do you? Do you? Come on, beg for it. Beg your ‘maid’ for a lesson.”

John’s left eye twitched. “Alright, that’s it,” he stated out loud and put his fork down.

“Less than thirty minutes, I win,” Rave declared, to the universal grumbling of everyone else. When they had bet on how long it would take John to snap at the brat, he had no idea.

In any case, he circled around the table and took the basket of metals away from Delicia. A mere necessity for him to grab her by the wrist. She gave him big eyes and a surprised face. Then she grinned widely when he dragged her to the couch. “Awww, you think you can punish me into submission, huh?” she asked mockingly. “That’s so cute of you.”

“Shut up,” John growled at her, as he put her over his lap. This was the best view he got of her ass yet. It was a nice display of shapely size. Broad hips and an abundant amount of fat layering above healthily trained glutes. Every bit the backside a shortstack needed to be worthy of the title. The sight enticed him into action.

Before Delicia could get another bratty word out, his palm smacked her left cheek. “Ah!” she moaned, while her body went rigid from the pain. “T-that was nothing!” she stammered. “You thin—nnnnnnnnnnnghh!” The second slap had her bite her lip. “Oh… fuuuuck…” she gasped, the intensity of the delightful torment overwhelming her so easily.

John knew exactly what he was doing. His hand caressed her sensitive backside a little bit, glided over skin that reddened despite her artificial physicality. “There’s one word you’re allowed to say right now. You better know which one it is,” he told her. Then he gave the left cheek the second smack. Her ass rippled like jelly, as if it was made only to take this kind of punishment. The jiggles continued for several seconds.

There was no response. Not because she was continuing the bratty defiance, although it would have taken a bit to break that down proper if she had been. No, what was happening was that she simply felt too good. A couple more smacks to the ass later, and the white-haired alchemist’s spine curved. Her head flew upwards and she howled lustfully at the ceiling. John grabbed her by the chin and turned her face forcefully, gazing deep into her orgasmic eyes.

It appeared he had not just bagged himself a submissive, masochistic, smug brat, in and of itself a great delight, but a submissive smug brat that was Eliana levels of masochistic. Being capable of climaxing just from being spanked was certainly a rare treat. It made John wish to explore more of what he could do to her for their mutual enjoyment.

However, any carefree continuation would end with Delicia being knocked out all too easily. Her body was neither capable of withstanding the sheer torrent of orgasms that getting frisky with John created nor the intensity of the Perk-boosted pleasure. “You willing to be a good girl and answer my questions yet?” he asked.

“S-sure… ‘master’,” Delicia responded, with a hint of mockery in her trembling tone. She moaned when that netted her another smack on the ass.

“We’ll work on your irreverence for that word. Maids, please demonstrate how to properly pronounce it.”

“”Master,”” the words came in unison from Aclysia, Beatrice, and Claire.

“M-master…” Momo added, just quick enough that she did not receive peer pressure from her fellow maids. A delay born from shyness, rather than unwillingness. “Stop smirking at me, perv!”

‘God, I love brats,’ John thought. Inside his mind, he was smirking ear to ear. In the real world, he kept his expression stern and patriarchal. Demanding, he first stared down Momo, then Delicia. Both crumbled, getting visibly turned on by his willingness to punish them for anything. “So?”

“Uhm, so, easy answer is that… you know…” Delicia cleared her throat, trying to get back into proper coherency. “The end of the alchemical process always produces a liquid. That liquid then hardens into the proper end state over the course of a few minutes… or months.”

“…Does that mean you could convert a large amount of Elementium into a small amount of a Celexium?” the Gamer asked, suddenly very interested in alchemy.

“Man, if only you knew-.” SMACK! “Ah, yes, master!” That was a bit better on the intonation, but it still lacked the proper degree of reverence. “Problem with that is, though, that transmutation takes a bunch of energy. I generate a bit, but for something like that you’d have to level me up quite a bit… also I’d need to figure things out first. Haven’t done that particular transmutation yet, if you can believe that. Everyone was always too stingy to let me try, even Maria!”

“Could you re-enact the experiments physically?” John wondered. Fundamentally, Delicia’s body was enabling her to do conscious efforts within herself. The tools were no longer required, but the necessary know-how of how the transmutations worked would have been the same. Which meant that, with the right teaching… wait a second. “Did you just say Maria, Max’ money wasting sister Maria, was too stingy to let you try?”

“Yeah! So unfair! Why does she get to waste the entire treasury and when I ask for a tiny cut of three months worth of taxes per try, I am the unreasonable one!” Delicia complained. “It’d take me like ten tries at most, I am a genius.”

‘That’s still 2 and a half years of taxes,’ the Gamer thought.

“Just give me a warehouse and fifty labourers and we might be able to pull it off, yeah.”

“…We’ll stick to you doing research on your own for now,” the Gamer decided. “And before we do that, you get to eating so I can get you all those levels.”

“But you are letting me research on how to do that, with Fusion’s resources?” Delicia pushed her ass up seductively as she asked that. Between that and her smug, knowing smile, John could not deny her. He nodded, while groping that fat bubble butt. His fingers sunk into the plush behind and his cock twitched. “Look at that, you can be smart!” Delicia said like it was the greatest compliment anyone had ever given him.

He smacked her butt one more time.