The Gamer Chapter 1379 – Fights and Workaholics (Patreon)

John was lounging around, as one was prone to do after a long day of work. Lounging, in this case, being defined as Momo getting some of her owed facesitting hours in. ‘Three more days until the month is over,’ he thought, while his tongue did the work. The closer the day came, the more he developed a craving for his office. Carefree outdoor sex was fantastic. Casual office hour blowjobs just as much.

“Uhm… anyone see my cheese?” he distantly heard Gnome’s unhappy voice. “I had some expensive slices of cheese in the fridge and I… well… they’re gone, so…?”

“Three slices, thick ones?” Scarlett responded absent-mindedly.

“Y-yeah!” Gnome sounded hopeful, although it was obvious what the next sentence would be.

“I ate them,” the redhead continued to respond casually. John could just see her before his mind’s eye, looking at her phone. “Your taste in cheese is pretty good. Bit soft for my taste.”

“I- you- Hmmmmgghhrrrrrr,” Gnome’s throat rumbled cute-angrily. “Eme! Why did you take my cheese!”

“Eme?” Scarlett chuckled. “Your verbal ticks are getting almost as absurd as Jane’s.” A couple of stomps, then the redhead clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Stop shaking me.”

“You ate my favourite sandwich cheese…!” Gnome tried her best at raising her voice, but failed miserably at actually sounding intimidating. Her failing at intimidation and her getting upset were two different factors. “I can’t eat a lot, you know that, so why eat my cheese?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss the label on it? Was it in the personal property segment of the fridge?” Scarlett got gradually angrier herself, most likely because she kept getting shaken. “No? Then get your fucking hands off me, rock.”

“It’s very expensive cheese,” Gnome cried. “Difficult to get. Eme!”

“My neck is more expensive than any milk product!”

John tapped Momo’s butt at that point, but the bratty support was already moving. Hastily, the Gamer got up. The scene before him was as he’d imagined, with Gnome giving Scarlett constant, frustrated shakes and the redhead glaring with decreasing patience. First order of business was to get them away from each other.

Easily done, all the Gamer needed to do was give Gnome’s shoulders a firm but gentle squeeze. That made her stop shaking the redhead. At that point, John pulled her along to the nearest armchair and got her in a cuddle. Pouting, the season elemental lay in his arms. “It’s the only cheese that melts just right,” she complained.

“Then don’t keep it in the public fridge,” Scarlett immediately tossed her advice out there. The venom under her cold tone removed any kind of helpfulness the words had. All Gnome heard was the condescension.

“I thought you were oh-so-concerned about what’s private property,” she mumbled her return jab.

Scarlett did not even look up from her phone to respond. “Last I checked, we were a partnership. Do I have to check the exact origin of every item in the fridge?”

“I’m the only one who has been eating that cheese for over a year.”

“Passed me by,” Scarlett responded.

“Now, now.” Momo clapped her hands together and silenced their discussion before it could escalate further. “Gnome, can you acknowledge that Scarlett did not mean to cause you distress?”

“Sure… but she did though…” the season elemental grumbled.

“Yes, so, Scarlett, can you apologize for what you did?”

“What did I do?” the technomancer asked. “Checking this in a logic chain, I did absolutely nothing wrong. It was where everything else Aclysia puts into the fridge usually is, not in the segment reserved for private use. There was no name on it either and this is the first I hear of Gnome needing that specific fucking cheese. Do you want me to develop precognition?”

John sighed; this was usually how it went when one of the harem members with a disagreeable personality type clashed with one of the more agreeable ones. Usually, it ended with the agreeable party stomping away frustrated, because they couldn’t argue their case as well. Two agreeable women rarely if ever fought. It was difficult to even imagine Gnome and Lorelei raising their voices at each other. Two disagreeable women fighting was more frequent, but because it did happen frequently, they had developed their own ways to end arguments without bad blood.

In the rare case that a genuine fight broke out between haremettes, a scene like this played out. One of the authoritative and/or calm members of the harem, typically Rave, Momo, Undine or, as of recently, Nightingale, took over the role as mediator. Either one of them or John himself.

“Look, you’re not asked to apologize for not knowing something,” the Gamer explained calmly. “That’d be unreasonable.”

“Exactly,” Scarlett stated in a tone that indicated she was done with this.

John, however, kept talking, “What you should apologize for is for causing Gnome distress. I know it wasn’t your intention, but we both also know intentions and consequences don’t go hand in hand all the time. Fact is, Gnome really looked forward to that sandwich.”

“So stupid to get hung up on a sandwich.” Scarlett shook her head, still looking at her phone.

“Eme!” Gnome scoffed with this new sound that John, despite the situation, had to file in his library of blessed Gnome sounds.

“Scarlett, could you look at her and repeat that,” Momo requested.

Frustrated, Scarlett put her phone down and stared at Gnome. Her initial resolve to throw those exact same words in the season elemental’s face withered away, looking at the distressed season elemental. Shuffling in her seat, Scarlett averted her gaze. “Alright, fine,” she mumbled, then moved her eyes back to Gnome’s. “I’m sorry that you don’t get to eat your sandwich because of me.”

“…Apology accepted,” the season elemental said. She did not sound convinced. In the moment, it was difficult to forgive entirely. Important was that this was sorted out in a way that they could both walk away from.

To get this issue resolved, John deemed it best to put some distance between them for just five or ten minutes. Distance made the heart grow fonder, as they said, and when neither of them had an opportunity to get jabs in, they would have an easier time calming down.

It worked without issue. John and Gnome went for a walk, they talked about flowers, then they came back and the air in the room had cleared. Little fights like this happened and they all loved each other too much to be hung up on it.

_____________________________________________________________________________

“I miss my workbench!” With those words, Delicia jumped into John’s lap. Barely, he managed to raise his e-reader up far enough that the brat could lay across his legs. Like a child throwing a tantrum, she banged the couch cushions with hands and feet. “I wanna work! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna! John, give me my workbench already! Isn’t it your job to provide for adorable little things like me?”

The Gamer sighed and put his e-reader on her back. “The agreement was that you’d just enjoy having your life back until the vacation was over.”

“That’s too far away! Way too far!”

“Literally two days,” John responded flippantly. “Oh, I’m sorry, I assumed you had that kind of patience. My bad.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?” Delicia turned her head and gave John an annoyed glare. “I have immense patience but I am bored. You’re boring me. You’re boring.” John gave her a reprimanding swat on the readily available bubble butt. “Master!” she cried.

“At least you’re learning how to behave like a proper maid,” John grunted.

“Urgh, we had a twenty-minute meeting earlier about proper standing procedures,” Delicia whined. “We had to figure out who stands where when we greet you, in every possible combination.”

“That only took twenty minutes?” John wondered. Five maids made for an astounding amount of possible combinations that could occur. Each case of one, two, or three of them missing created an entirely new aesthetic outlook.

“Claire already had notes on it, we just had to test some standing orders.”

“A totally productive way to spend twenty minutes,” Momo entered the conversation, voice dripping with sarcasm. She came through the living room door and marched up to John. At first, she wanted to sit down to his left, then she spotted that his hand was kneading Delicia’s massive rump and, for no reason whatsoever, went for his right instead. He grabbed her squeezable thigh the moment she was settled. “Of course…”

“You could have sat anywhere else,” John pointed out.

“Yeah, and what about it?” the bratty maid snapped back with a blush. “Urgh! I miss work…”

“I know right?!” Delicia cried. “That’s what I said. Just a couple of hours, only your work instruments to talk to, music in the background, no annoying Master to pleassssseeee, hnnnnggghhh…”

The alchemist came to a moaning end when John squeezed her fat ass hard. Getting grabbed wasn’t by itself reason enough for the shortstack to start panting. There may have been a factor of John having put a Mind Control hypnosis on her in the morning and not having lifted it yet. By sending a ‘secret’ order to her mind, he made her believe squeezing her ass was just as pleasurable as getting fucked.

“You better work in a way that pleases me, or I am pulling your research funds,” he reprimanded her. When he released her butt, the lustful expression on her face suddenly relaxed.

“So that’s what it looks like from the outside,” Momo mumbled. “Are you aware you’re hypnotized right now?”

“Me? Hypnotized? Preposterous, I would never fall for such attempts!” Delicia boasted, while slipping to the floor. “Now, I have to work on John’s super fantastic giant cock that I love with every fibre of my needy tits!”

‘Hmmm, telling her mind to replace brattiness with compliments makes for some awkward sentences,’ John noted. Hot, giant tits wrapped around his manhood. One moment, his erection was fully exposed, the next it vanished entirely in her cleavage. Delicia drooled some oil onto her tits, soon lubricating his shaft and making the squishy sensations pleasingly slippery as well-

“Suuuuure,” Momo stretched the single word, one eyebrow raised. She desperately tried not to acknowledge how frequently she rubbed her thighs together. Sarcastic as she was about it, John knew how much she wished he would demand control of her like that. Consensual mind control was just the greatest thing.

Scarlett entered the living room from the shower. Steadily, she stroked her hair with a particularly fine comb. Her cascade of crimson strands had become her pride and she took as thorough care of it as Lydia did of hers. “Another hypno orgy?” she asked.

“Only Delicia,” Momo stated.

“I’m not hypnotized, I just love Master’s cock so much that I only ever want to be on my knees and keep its wonderful hotness between my big bouncy boobs!” Delicia complained.

“Alright,” Scarlett responded with half a yawn. Careful that none of her mildly wet hair got stuck between her back and the armchair, she sat down. “Entertaining as staying here has been, I can’t wait to cut my work commute down to the regular ways again.”

“”RIGHT?!”” Momo and Delicia shouted in unison.

“That’s what we were saying!” the alchemist continued on her own. “By Gaia, I just want to get back to work already. I miss mixing potions so much. I mean, cock is great and all, but a genius like me needs more in life than her well-deserved position as cocksleeve. Then again, maybe this wonderful-“

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” John was starting to cringe from her excessive worship, which was a new phenomenon. The way she casually threw that in there just felt wrong. He snapped his fingers and said the magic word.

“Wow, really? So insecure about me liking you, you literally have to control my mind, hm?” The smug maid immediately shifted gears. While her words resumed their usual bratty intent, her hands still kneaded her breasts. “You’re lucky you make funny faces when I pleasure you – and that I have super sensitive tits, because this feels… really goooood… hmmm, yes, it does.”

“You sure throw out a lot of nonsense,” John grumbled. “Anyway, you were going on about having a work addiction?”

“All play and no work make Momo a sad girl,” the fairy support sighed. “Not that I did no work at all, someone has to check on Fusion while you’re not around.”

“How did that go?”

Momo hummed, visibly considering if she should answer. “I suppose the vacation is close enough to over to tell you. Not that there’s much to tell. Minor scandal in the middle management of the Amaca Coast, but I already took care of that.”

“Things were easier when I could still take people that disappointed me and work them to death,” Scarlett said casually.

“…I would chastise you for that if I hadn’t seen the list of people that disappointed you,” the Gamer said. The list had been biased, of course, but from what John had read, everyone deserved it to some degree. Most excusable were those that stole from her. They still had stolen from her and it wasn’t like the city before Collide had taken over had a proper way to take care of that.

John himself had either directly or indirectly seen to the demise of many people. It came not only with being in the Abyss, but also with being in a position of power. It was the unfortunate reality that even the most inclusive society had to kill on occasion to maintain its stability.

“Did you give the project some thought, by the way?” Scarlett asked.

Delicia had to turn her head to an almost unhealthy degree to look at Scarlett while still working John’s dick. “Oh yeah, that. Far outside my skill range… pshhh, you think I’d ever say that? Should be doable, if you pay for the materials. It’ll take a bit of research!” She sounded incredibly excited at the prospect. Likely, she could not wait to test the new capabilities of her body.

As for what exactly they were working on: John loved a surprise.