The Gamer Chapter 1350 – The Fifth Maid? (Patreon)

It was an hour past Monday’s breakfast. John had done nothing productive for 24 hours straight and it had been great. Before he could continue this streak of absolute uselessness, there was a matter of immense importance that needed to be discussed.

John at one end of the table, Delicia at the other, isolated from the other four women who all clustered around their Master. Aclysia was to his right, her hands folded on the tabletop and a serious expression on her face. Next to her, Claire sat so straight it felt like she could snap like a dry tree branch. On the other side, Momo was shuffling a deck of card-shaped leaves. She rolled her eyes at something one of the Firefae said, then tossed the entire deck over her shoulder. To John’s left, Beatrice followed the tumbling of the leaves, and turned back to the table once they faded from existence on their own. She was as passive as ever.

“Weeeell?” Delicia asked, almost mocking. “I’m waiiitiiiing?”

“This is a matter of absolute importance and must not be rushed,” Aclysia stated, her eyes closed in contemplation. “First, address my John by his proper title.”

“You mean like you just did? My John! My John! Mine!” Delicia copied the obsessive way the weaponized maid spoke at the worst of times, before breaking out into a loud and mocking laughter.

The temperature in the room dropped rapidly. Air condensed into droplets, then formed sharp ice crystals that dusted Aclysia’s smooth, black horns. The aura of frost visibly crept outwards, causing more and more of the table to be covered. All the while, Aclysia gave Delicia a side-eyed glare that would have caused an immediate heart-attack in weaker willed people.

“Ehem.” Delicia cleared her throat nervously, before focusing completely on John. “John is my Master.”

The cold emitting from Aclysia stopped. After a couple of seconds, she nodded. Beatrice quickly fetched a dry towel from the nearby kitchen and wiped away the thin layer of ice that was melting in the Rave-dictated warmth of the bus. After the table had been wiped off, Beatrice handed it over, and the weaponized maid used it to dry her horns.

“An acceptable amount of veneration,” Aclysia stated.

“Could be better though,” Claire commented and turned to John. “Mhhhmaster,” she spoke the word, like she was sampling a sip of the world’s finest wine. “Master… Master!” The addiction quickly manifested. “…Master…” she whispered throatily and stopped herself before she could completely lose herself in her crazy obsession.

“Statement: she passes at Momo’s level,” Beatrice said.

“…Why did I feel like you just insulted me?” the fairy maid asked, arms crossed.

“Statement: because you crave to venerate Master properly.”

“I do not! That is a slanderous accusation and I- DO NOT DARE!” Momo pointed at John raising a hand, ready to snap his fingers. “Perv! Asshole! I will sit on your face until you suffocate!”

“I don’t even need to hypnotize you to hear what you truly want,” the Gamer chuckled and lowered his hand. “Anyway, let’s not get side-tracked too much. This is important.” ‘For Aclysia,’ he added in his head. ‘Well, it’s kind of important for me too, but she’s taking it way more seriously than me.’

Grumbling, Momo crossed her arms again and leaned back. “Whatever, Master,” she said and turned back to Delicia. “How come you are saying it the correct way now?” There was not even a hint of irony in her voice.

The busty alchemist shrugged. “Comes with the spanking, I guess,” she joked.

“I must insist you search deeper within yourself,” Aclysia said, gaze travelling over her fellow maids. “You are and will be one of us in the harem, forever if you are wise enough to continue to see the perfection that is our Master.” The vampire maid nodded along eagerly to the little speech the first of them was delivering. “To be a devoted servant of our Master is a position of privilege within the harem. We are tasked with the health and seamless ongoings of everyone’s life. Our rewards are manifold, for Master and our fellow haremettes are not women that let our services go unnoticed or unthanked. Above all, we can work tirelessly in the knowledge that everyone can follow their personal tasks thanks to our skilled labour.”

“This is not necessarily limited to housework,” Momo added. “Granted, even I do some cleanin-“ She suddenly stopped. Her eyes crossed John’s surprised gaze. “When I feel like it!” she stated with the sloppy, hasty pronunciation of a liar. Aclysia smiled knowingly, Beatrice let out a mechanical ‘Heh’, and Claire giggled. “Urgh… whatever, yes, I do clean when John is asleep, because I have nothing else to do!”

“You always have something else to do, you are the second most important person of the executive branch of government,” John pointed out.

“Maybe I find cleaning while listening to audiobooks relaxing?!” Momo’s voice was reaching a high pitch, her embarrassment making her borderline manic. “Maybe dusting off detailed surfaces isn’t so different from dusting off century old rock formations! What’s it to you, huh, Master?”

“I find it wonderful that you apply your love for archaeology in the household,” John responded sincerely. “You are so much of a help in my everyday life, you wouldn’t need to do anything else to earn the maid uniform. I find it adorable that you still do some helping around though.”

“I… urgh…” Momo deflated in her chair, much to Delicia’s amusement. “Since I can’t possibly sink any further anyway…” she mumbled, then cleared her throat and straightened up again. “I call John Master because he genuinely is the best man I ever met. I don’t think he’s a god or in any way special by his nature – I just love him and I like doing things for him.” She pulled at the chest piece of her uniform. “This outfit is a lifestyle that we share, a dedication to putting the goals of our family before our own. These three don’t really have other goals beyond making sure that John is the happiest he can be. I still want to explore the ancient world and I know that Master will support me in this when the time is right. I serve because I trust him, because he has given me every reason that I can trust… so there. That’s how much weight that word has to us.”

Claire sniffed, wiping away a little tear that rolled down the corner of her eye. “That was beautiful,” she said. John could only agree, gulping, his heart drumming happily in his chest.

“Statement: please do not suffer the indignity of crying right now.”

“I won’t… but mean to remind me that I ugly cry.”

“Apologies. I will continue this trend of expression.” Beatrice turned her head to face Delicia. “I call Master by this title consciously, where it was once habit. There are a great many words to describe him, not all of them flattering. Master is the most accurate, for that is what he is in this household. It is not because he is my creator, my man, or any reason beyond that he is the most competent. He should have this role. He is the guiding will of our family and I follow his instructions. It brings me great joy to see his designs come true. Whatever form they may take. He is my Master and there is no one more deserving.”

A bit clinical, compared to Momo’s heartfelt confession, and totally in line with who Beatrice was. Even if it was so much more expected, John felt like he was getting carried up from the ninth cloud into layers of heaven no mortal had yet visited. The joy of having a cadre of his personal maids explain why he deserved to be their Master was satisfying multiple layers of his being simultaneously.

“Let’s keep the best girl for last,” Claire cheerfully announced, then took a long pause. When everyone around the table started to wonder if she waited for Aclysia to take the third spot in this order, the vampire maid laughed. “Obviously not me. Ehem. The short of it would be that I call my John Master because he’s just soperfectimeanhaveyouseenhisabssssss…. Sorry about that.”

“You should fix that,” Delicia pointed out. Her mocking smile had waned to a tiny smirk.

“Serious talk. When John found me, I was ready to take the first chance at rebellion I could find. To rip a chunk out of the mess of a world I lived in, take revenge at those terrible, subhuman pieces of metal and filth that made my every living moment a torture of body and then of mind.” Claire visibly restrained herself from clawing at the table, forming two tight fists. “I’d have taken anything, preferably if it killed me. Then he came along and he showed me that there was more than cowards and torturers. He gave me a path forward. A goal that I could pledge myself to that was greater than myself, greater than revenge. I call him Master because my desire to serve him overpowers all else. Because I know that he will not use my gifts for his own frivolous benefit. Because he is my hope.”

Claire relaxed her fists and forced herself to smile at John. Not satisfied with this, John took her hand and enveloped her mind with his love. They remained that way, until the tension in her fingers had left and her grin was genuine. Only then did he release her hand and check on Delicia again. The alchemist’s eyes were glued to them, her expression empty, contemplative. When Aclysia spoke up, all attention switched to her.

“I first called him creator, for he was my creator.” The first maid reached far back. “A title born from a lack of understanding what weight words can carry. I did not have the mental capacity to maintain knowledge, I was only granted that later. Then I called him master, because I had read that was what a maid should call the one she serves.” The lowercase was audible in the casual way she said that word, with no more interest in it than any other word. “I did it because I did not know any better. I read it was expected. Proper manners. While this is obviously true, I have since developed greatly.

“I am no longer a maid because I was created as one. With that came uncertainty. Did I really want to be a maid all my life? With uncertainty came contemplation. What else is there and how would I fare living my life that way? With contemplation came realization. My John is my Master. This is true not because it may have been my default setting, or because I read about it, or out of habit. It is true because I want it to be true.

“I assume it a-priori. My John, a man of his character, ambition, loveliness and tender care, deserves to be the centre of my life. I submit my services to his authority, because that is what I ought to do as one who wants to call herself his maid. Because the way I love him should manifest this way. In some ways, the word itself isn’t important. I could call him Husband, Beloved, Darling, Honey, or anything else. It matters only that it expresses that I am his woman. In every reality that may exist, in any timeline, I pray that I have the wisdom to express my feelings correctly. In this one, I am a maid, and thus he is my Master. Because I love him.”

Silence settled over the table. A happy, contend silence. Everyone had said their piece and with the confessions out, the love was filling the air like the fragrance of a scented candle. John put his hands out, held those of Aclysia and Beatrice, and smiled brightly when Claire and Momo added theirs on top. There was no embarrassment for any of them, not even from the fairy maid. There was just contentment, until the first maid returned to the topic at hand.

When Delicia was addressed, she sat there in respectful stillness. “I desire to spread this understanding to other women,” Aclysia said. “That is why I opened a school to train maids, so they may be educated in a way that not just makes them good servants but good partners for whatever man they chose to spend their life with – Not for the benefits of those men, at least not directly, but by teaching those women what self-fulfilment there is in this lifestyle. To reiterate, we are what keeps the everyday of the harem functioning. There is pride in that and an environment that does not accept that would be unworthy of our services. Knowing all of this, I ask you again to call John by his proper title and why you choose to use it.”

“Why do I call him Master?” Delicia thought out loud, tapping a finger on her chin. “I mean, he’s an absolute stud, so there’s that.” The joke brought some chuckles out. “Yeah, I… it’s just that you’re all right. Not sure if I’m big on cleaning, but I don’t mind helping with the cooking and I do like taking my cut of the praise. So I do call him Master because he’s the head of the household. And… well, I do l-like him more than I… uhm… than I thought initially… So yeah, that’s also fair…” Delicia pushed the tips of her index fingers togethers. “I-I think this whole maid thing is actually pretty neat and… I do kinda like the work and I kinda really like him and he kinda did give me a future and I kinda agree that he’s the kind of man one would be happy to serve and I kinda love these clothes…”

“Speak clearly. One sentence with certainty,” Aclysia demanded.

Delicia gulped. John tried not to explode from the inside from the mixture of adoration and stroked ego he was feeling. The alchemist took a long, audible inhale, puffing up her chest. “I call him Master because it feels right and I would continue even if you kicked me out of this club!” she declared. “There! I said it! Happy?”

“Extremely,” Aclysia said with a huge smirk. “Now that we have cleared the primary criteria of mental compatibility with the lifestyle, let us evaluate your skill set. General observations, Beatrice?”

“Summary: Delicia has an aptitude for cooking, a direct translation from her alchemy expertise. Cleaning expertise is average, except for kitchen utensils such as glasses. Slight patience problems for tasks that take longer than 30 minutes. Constant backtalk sometimes causes delays in execution of orders. Overall, she is acceptable, with potential to improve.”

“Affirmative.” Aclysia nodded. “Claire, your evaluation of sexual compatibility?”

“To put in two words: masochistic brat.” Claire crossed her arms and closed her eyes, as if she was contemplating something difficult. “The challenging front does not hide the fact that she intensely enjoys the submission and she loves the pain more than any of us. Her body craves the firm guidance of our Master. Her body loves the careful infliction of torment by his hand. Her body has the butt to please and tits our line-up is missing to fulfil all of Master’s cravings. I rate her sexual compatibility as excellent and only increasing as she continues to be trained by Master’s cock.”

“Affirmative,” Aclysia voiced her agreement yet again. “Momo, your evaluation of special characteristics?”

“Her ability to transmute materials inside her body is extremely useful in every situation, albeit a bit wasted on chores.” Momo weathered the glares by her fellow maids. “That waste is less of a concern due to the sheer volume she can change in a day. It’s an extreme time saver, can restock certain spices in an emergency, and produces plenty of healing potions. It has plenty of… sexual application too, because she can ‘sweat’ out soap easily and John can behave like a big baby whenever he wants.”

“Like you didn’t suck on my teat the other day!” Delicia cried out.

“Do not interrupt our evaluation,” Aclysia warned the alchemist. Moving her lips in a way that betrayed she had a lot to say, she nevertheless stayed quiet. “Any further comments, Momo?”

“Nothing specific to household matters, I believe. Obviously, her alchemy is an asset, duh, but she’ll provide that whether she’s a maid or not. I know too little about mutagens to say whether any of them could be of specific help in our chores. Just the conversion and soap-body thing are great enough that she gets a perfect score from me on this evaluation.”

“Affirmative,” the first maid confirmed one more time. “In summary, we agree that Delicia is of adequate skill, dissatisfying behaviour, exquisite sexual compatibility, and has a great ability to aid in the upkeep of the household.” Aclysia turned to John. “Master, we officially request that you add Delicia to the ranks of the maids once the final condition is met.”

John chuckled a bit. There were a few privileges attached to actually being one of his maids in more than uniform. The access settings they had to the Guild Hall were notably different than those of most haremettes, for reasons of their duties. There was no reason why Sylph should be given access to the route of the cleaning slimes, for example. Still, this was a great deal more serious than he thought necessary for a position in a clique of his harem. To play along for Aclysia’s sake was only proper. “I will give her all the appropriate accesses in the Guild Hall and other duties and privileges that come along with that, once it is time.”

“What’s that final condition?” Delicia asked.

All four of the other maids rose in coordinated unison. Even Momo moved in perfect synchronicity with the rest, as they all moved aside the front strands of their skirts. They raised them gracefully, until, between lace panties and garter belt, the Lover’s Will mark was visible.

“One cannot serve our Master properly until true love is manifested,” Aclysia declared.

“It’s already weird that you’re a haremette and haven’t totally fallen for him yet… I mean, look at him! Even my stupid eyes can see it.” Claire gestured with her head, hands still busy holding up her skirt.

“Statement: to be a maid of John Newman is to be a woman in love and loved.”

“Yeah… I mean… I came back for him, put the uniform back on for him… it’s really a path in life that requires the… you know… mutual appreciation,” Momo finished things up.

“I… uhm….” Delicia was speechless, stuck between her commitment to becoming a maid and her previous statement that she was in this out of pure rationale.

“Leave it all to me,” John stated confidently. Hands folded under his resting chin, he sat. From Delicia’s perspective, he was framed by four gorgeous, white-haired maids, all of them showing a womb tattoo, of sorts, that they had accepted. Claire was also visibly wet. “You will be one of mine before long; I can be very… persuasive.”

And Delicia trembled in anticipation.