The Gamer Chapter 1359 – Hot Spring Weekend 3 – Hot Spring (Patreon)

‘Now’ turned out to be ’30 minutes later’. Many of the girls wanted to sit down for a bit, Lee needed to go through the Protected Space procedure a couple of times, and she even connected the cabin barrier with the one containing the hot springs. A fact most useful because it meant none of them had to put clothes on, if they did not want to.

It put John in a difficult situation. Did he face the ridicule of his harem for wearing trunks in the hot spring or was he willing to show his dick to Hailey at this moment? The latter was the final answer he came to. Strutting around naked was just normal for him. The sight of his dick was not something he thought worth keeping.

Thus, the harem gathered their towels. Wrapped them around their bodies or just carried them slung over their arms. Flip flops and other light footwear was all they had in terms of clothing. The red dirt crunched under Rave’s feet as she hastened over to where Hailey was staying. The news was quickly exchanged. Five minutes later, Rave came back with the country gal in tow.

Unlike everyone else, Hailey was still dressed. A towel, partly stained with oil in ways that had never washed out, of the Oklahoma state flag was tossed over her shoulder.

Her green eyes dashed around the gathered harem. Most of the women were showing their curves with a typical lack of care, others flaunted them openly. Only Lydia, Momo, Lorelei and Gnome took the care to cover themselves. Exposed breasts, midriffs, and butts, she beheld all of it. It must have been quite the occasion for her, who had been the prettiest girl in town for a long time, to be surrounded by many that surpassed her. What little they had on her in beauty, rising magic would fix in time. Scars and little impurities, done away with.

John took a moment to drink it all in himself. 19 haremettes, 1 maid-in-waiting, and 1 undecided country gal – 21 bombshells in total, and they were all his. ‘We are definitely approaching harem saturation though,’ the Gamer thought, mostly to convince himself. It was not the first time he had warned himself that way and he hoped this time it would stick for a while. Recent harem expansion had been at a pace too rapid to let everyone settle with the changes. That included himself. He was, of course, familiar with all of them but he wanted to well and truly know all about them that there was to know.

On that self-chastising note, John followed Rave as she eagerly led the way towards the hot springs. Only the doubles stayed behind. It was his wish to use them as little as possible during the vacation, to give his mind the possibility to rest inside its place of origin. Between using them during the cabin stays or depriving his haremettes of nightly cuddles, the choice had been very easy.

They followed the pavement road for a bit, until they hit a fork that was not there on the mundane side. A winding, trampled path that led between the trees. Green was dominant. The presence of the nearby lake allowed the plants to thrive in the absence of rain, taking from the sun the power that would have otherwise withered their starving leaves.

In the side of a cliff face, an opening had been made. The metal placard hammered into the rock next to it stood out, yet oxidization had returned it to a dull state that was in tune with nature. ‘Greenleaf Underground Reservoir’ it said. Footsteps soon echoed in the tunnel that led into the earth.

The walls and the floor were too smooth for a natural formation, the form of the corridor itself too uniform. It followed some unpredictable windings, on its way downwards. Humidity in the air rose. The slope transitioned into steps, giving them better footing as they descended further. “Why did they carve it this way, you reckon?” John asked Gnome.

“Uhm, the way I sense it… they dug where the rock was the softest,” the earth spirit responded, hand brushing over the wall as they passed.

The sound of running water soon filled the air. The constant pitter-platter of drops and streams moving due to various pressure factors within the earth. An underground chamber with basins of moving water greeted them. It was half man-made and half-natural. Bodies of water designed by geological activity were contained in tubs that had been carved out of the solid rock, level paths between their walls. Sometimes such a tub was elevated above the rest, at other times it was at the bottom of several controlled waterfalls. The way the clear liquid flowed was artful, directed through rivers sneaking around the walls, ultimately heading to one of several drainage points where it seeped back into the dirt or was lost in even deeper cavities. The air had that rich smell of minerals, washed out by the warm water.

“Imma find some groove to get out of these,” Hailey said and tugged at her clothing, before disappearing around a corner.

John put his hand in one of the basins. “Hot spring may be a bit of an overstatement. Warm spring is more like it.” He chuckled and lazily put his dry towel into his inventory. One leg after the other, he climbed over the stone rim and sunk into the shallow water. The heat was below the Jacuzzis he treated himself to usually. Still, very pleasant.

“Why is it so cooooold?” Rave cried, refusing to get inside.

John raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re kidding me, right? This is easily 26 degrees.”

“If it ain’t steaming, it ain’t proper temperature!” Rave declared sincerely.

“We really have to get your heat sensitivity checked by a doctor sometime. I’m afraid you might cook yourself sometime.” The water splashed repeatedly, some of it spilling over the edge of the tub, while everyone save for Rave and Lydia moved inside.

“Surely, you are exaggerating?” the queen asked, standing next to the first of the haremettes. “This water is perfectly serviceable warmth, even for you.”

“I was promised a hot spring!” Rave complained loudly. “This ain’t a hot spring! My Japanese blood weeps at the swindle.”

“I think this is the third time you’ve described yourself as Japanese,” John pointed out drily.

“Ya can take whatever justification ya want, tiger, but this just ain’t the heat I was thinking the place would be packing.”

“If you want really hot springs, you need strong geothermal activity and last I checked Oklahoma wasn’t big on volcanoes,” John reminded.

“I could change that,” Nathalia said. One finger playfully raised above the water and the earth began to shake.

Scarlett aggressively whistled. “No jokes involving earthquakes while we are a dozen metres underground..”

“We’re guests here,” Undine added. The slime girl had her eyes closed and was gradually sinking deeper into the large, hip-deep pool. “Let’s not unnerve.”

“They should be honoured to be a part of any of my whims,” Nathalia growled, but obliged. As her hand sank back under the water, the soft trembling stopped. “Now stop being a hatchling and jump into the water, Jane.”

Rave stood there and pouted. “I just wanted to melt in a hot spring,” she mewled. “Is that too much to a-AH! Hey!” The feline Lightbearer turned her gaze to the copper-haired royal, rubbing her freshly spanked bum.

“Your indecisiveness is irritating,” Lydia stated and then entered the water. With one more demanding glare, she settled down next to John.

“And here I was wondering why my right side was still open,” the Gamer whispered in her ear. Greeting her with a series of kisses up and down her neck. Lydia giggled in a way so girly, few that knew her as a stern monarch could have believed it. “I’m glad you found the time.”

“It is rarely easy, my love, yet this weekend was unexpectedly devoid of governmental demands.”

“Must suck being a ruler,” Delicia commented from John’s left side, where the Gamer had invited her to be. “Be there, do that, smile, hire this brilliant alchemist girl.” She giggled to herself. “Guess that last part is pretty good.”

“I disagree,” Lydia responded drily.

“Yes, yes, that’s what they all say.” Delicia smirked broadly at Lydia. “Wow, you really got that death glare down. I’m terribly intimidated. About to be poisoned, really.”

“Is it yet too late to withdraw my agreement to her addition to our sorority?” Lydia asked into the gathered round.

“Statement: yes,” Beatrice responded.

“If we can stomach this fucking humourless chunk of electron, we can stomach a self-entitled brat,” Metra loudly declared. “Maybe her attitude will break down into just insults in time. Like Momo.”

“I’m more than insults and I’m not a brat!” the bratty maid protested, to universal doubtful noises. “I’m just the only one reasonable in the room.”

Beatrice reached into her inventory, pulling out a big, blue button with an X in the middle. She pressed it. John and Lee burst out into intense laughter. It still killed him the second time around. Sylph joined their laughter with carefree, constant giggling.

Like an air balloon, the arvcolt elemental began to rise up, until Eliana grabbed her by a leg and pulled her back into the water. “Does the single spark bouncing around in your fucking head even generate enough thought to get the joke?”

“No!” Sylph responded joyfully. “But, you know, when they laugh I just start to laugh. It’s such a happy sound and it just makes me happy. It resonates in my soul and tickles my vocal cords, or whatever I have, and then I go hahaha, because they go hahaha, because I like when we all laugh together. It’s nice, it’s joyful, it makes us all closer.”

“…I fucking hate it when your idiocy makes sense,” Eliana grumbled.

“Sylph can say very wise things,” Claire said, playing with the water by sending waves left to right and back. She seemed fascinated with how clear and pleasantly warm it was. “Granted, it’s a mathematical likelihood, considering how much she says.”

“It is commendable how far along she has come.” Aclysia pulled Sylph over into her lap and gave the green-haired air spirit an extensive head-patting. “I remember when her constant chattering was more of a bother than it was entertaining.”

“I learned to shut up some time,” Sylph chirped. “But you are all still blessed to hear my upbeat voice, overthinkers that you all are!”

“If I may say so, the number of overthinkers in this sorority is limited,” Lorelei added shily to the conversation. “There’s… John… Lydia… Momo… Scarlett…”

“I don’t fucking overthink, I analyse and act,” the redhead interrupted. “Time spent contemplating issues is money wasted. An imperfect applied solution is always better than a perfect theoretical one.”

Siena sharpened her claws by rubbing them against each other. The crystalline structures sung with every stroke. “Is that what you tell your customers when they have problems with your products?”

“No, most of the time I tell them to read the fucking manual.”

“Bwahahaha,” Delicia laughed in her uniquely mocking and carefree, loud way. “That’s hilarious! You taking phone calls and getting more and more frustrated with all the morons not knowing what a start button is!”

“Thankfully, I pay people for that.” Scarlett fidgeted around her lips, craving to put a cigarette there. “Smoking is probably forbidden down here, isn’t it?”

“It would be unjust, despite any law,” Nightingale told the technomancer. “Unfair to our noses, that your addiction cannot wait.”

Nightingale and Scarlett engaged in a well-mannered discussion about the nature of addiction and selfishness. Most of the other haremettes weighed in, Rave continued to stand alone outside the tub, and John turned to Lydia. “What do you do in case there is an emergency?”

“My knights have taken station within one of the empty cabins, they will notify me if something happens,” the queen responded. “Until then, they will stay up there. They have been forbidden from peeping.”

“Well, they have caught a glimpse of most of it, but I appreciate it anyway,” John responded. “Ever think about the difference between your bodyguards and the security detail of the US president?”

“It has not crossed my mind. What are you referring to, my love?”

“As far as I know, the security detail has the force to move the president against his will, if they deem it necessary. I doubt your knights have the same right.”

“On paper, they do not, but de-facto it has happened before. The Knights of Teuton and a great variety of other orders in service to a monarch have previously moved their charges, despite their resistance.” Lydia ran a hand through her open hair. “I anticipate you were attempting to make a point that monarchs own their nations, while the people own their presidents. Thus, the person put in charge can be protected against their will, for they are not their own property for as long as they act within the capacity of leadership. The fact is that monarchs that deem their position sustained differently are tyrants of short lasting. Power is attained differently, but in the end the royal that is not serving the country is despised and deposed.”

Delicia hummed deeply, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

“Indeed,” Lydia agreed. “Your voice is pleasant when you are not being obnoxious, Delicia.”

“Ehhh, you think my voice is pleasant? What, are you trying to get between my dummy thick thighs?” The mockery was immediate.

“I thought,” Lydia corrected.

John let the two of them have their fight across his chest. Turning his head, he looked to his still pouting girlfriend. “It must be colder standing there than getting inside the tub.”

“Wrestling with disappointment here,” Rave responded, poking the water. “Also maybe waiting for Salamander and Nathy to heat it up.”

“We ain’t heating shit!” Salamander shouted over. “Sometimes it’s nice when things are cooler than you!”

“I’m always cooler than you!” Rave shouted back. John got out of the tub to give his girlfriend some gentle nudges. Before he could speak up, hug her, or do anything else a boyfriend was obligated to do, one of her cat ears suddenly turned towards the corridor. The rest of her head followed half a second later.

Wet footsteps echoed in the quiet cave. Tip-tap, they advanced. Hailey’s shadow was cast against the wall by the crystal lights scattered about the place, before she turned the corner. The Oklahoma towel was draped around her like a tiny, tight dress. Barely, it denied the view of her sex, between those thighs that jiggled with every step. Her large breasts were squished together at the top.

John could not help himself; between Rave’s presence and Hailey’s sight, he grew erect. Whatever Hailey had on her lips, it was silenced when she bit her lower lip. Up and down all over him, her eyes wandered. Repeatedly her gaze got stuck on his shaft, glistening wetly. For a few seconds, he let her drink it all in, let her see what exactly she got to enjoy if she made the decision to become one of his women. Then, the bantering instinct overtook his intention to show off. “Who is the starer now?”

The question snapped Hailey out of her observing stupor. With no word, she tugged at the top of the towel. Oklahoma’s flag parted and revealed the gorgeous body of the twenty-year-old. The stark difference between her tanned arms and pale European complexion was all the more emphasized by the complete view of her tits. The pink nipples were erect, a delectable treat for the eyes (and the tongue one day, John could only hope). Eyes wandered over her previously explored midriff, drinking in every subtle little shift of her barely visible muscles. Finally, he went down to the promised land. She was smoothly shaven, a silent statement in its own right for someone who did not have the luxuries of Abyssal hair removal.

“You are,” Hailey smirked.