The Gamer Chapter 1384 – Remodelling (Patreon)

John placed the unconscious country gal on the couch.

“Alright, lemme take care of that,” Delicia announced and came marching over. Raising an eyebrow, he did step back, while the alchemist walked through the Couch. That was to say, she walked towards the Couch and had it part before her. “Man, I love this thing already!” she declared and squatted down next to Hailey.

The shortstack gave the blonde’s midriff a long lick. A little exhausted giggle came from the sleeping beauty’s mouth. “The heck’s that about?” Rave asked, leaning over the backrest. The harem was still assembled and would remain so for a little while longer – on John’s request. There was one more thing they needed to do before they all went their separate ways. Two more things, actually.

Both were still second priority to Delicia’s answer. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Delicia poorly hid her giant grin behind her mockingly raised hand and laughed. “Ha – ha – ha! My genius remains unmatched by you poor mortals.”

“Analysis: her ability to transmutate within her body must necessarily be accompanied by a rudimentary understanding of what she has consumed.”

“Which in turns means she can taste someone’s body fluids for some basic medical analysis,” John finished Beatrice’s explanation. “Either that or she really likes licking sweat off abs.”

“Nothing wrong with that!” Sylph declared. “Matter of fact, everything’s right with that! Hey, hey, Mat, start doing sit-ups! Do it! Do it naow!”

“Okay, so why ya doing that, Cia?” Rave blended out all the background noise effortlessly. “Ya gonna create some kind of wonder potion to cure her of cock hangover?”

“He-heeeee,” Delicia giggled triumphantly. “Noooo, that would take some kind of alchemical genius, to get the information on her lack of fluids and lesser nutritional imbalances only from taking a sample of some semi-dried sweat. Oh wait, I’m that. I am an alchemical genius.” She jumped to her feet and marched to the kitchen.

To see the shortstack stuff her face with a whole block of cheese and two glasses of water was fascinating. Theatrically, she walked three times around the kitchen table, then returned to the couch. Mouth agape, she extended her tongue and then picked a pill the size of the common hangover pill from it.

“Behold! Delicia’s cure-all for cock-caused ailments,” she held the little product high up into the air. Then she pulled it back down. “Except it’s not a cure-all at all, because it only works on the basis of personal needs. 5% off and it won’t work. Not that you alchemically untalented would ever understand.” Delicia shook her head, as if she was talking to a bunch of grade schoolers. “Whatever will I do?”

“Give it to her,” John stated.

“Duh, that was the pla-“ Delicia bowed towards Hailey’s mouth, until the Gamer grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Not that way,” he reprimanded her with a domineering smile. Taking the pill, he placed it back on Delicia’s tongue. “Do it properly.”

“…Yesh, Mashtahr,” Delicia slurred, with the pill on the tip of her tongue.

In her post-coital state, some part of Hailey still reacted to the stimulation of a kiss. The shortstack’s lips brushed against that of the country gal and soon they were sloppily making out. Between the swirling tongues, the pill entered the blonde. Whether it was swallowed or dissolved in the little mess, the Gamer did not know.

Neither had he any idea how a small pill like that would deal with the onset of issues that a pounding like that created for a previously inexperienced woman. Dehydration and soreness were the most definitive two. Then again, an alchemical compound that rehydrated the human body was less odd than healing potions. From a biological perspective, those would have to be loaded with proteins to restore the body in the way they did.

“There you go, you got what you wanted, perv!” Delicia declared, for some reason suddenly annoyed with him. “You see the alchemical genius and can only think about hot girls making out, hm?”

‘Ah, there is the reason,’ the Gamer thought. Easy as it was to tease her about this, this was the proper place for praise. “I really don’t know how technically impressive that was, but you did make our life a lot simpler by doing something only you could do.” John pet the smug maid’s head. “For that, I’m truly grateful.”

A smirk worthy of her title immediately spread on Delicia’s adorable face. “Hmmmm? Is that so? Guess I got no other choice than to keep doing my best then. Nothing but the best for Master, right?”

“I’ll shower you with every reward and every punishment appropriate.” John winked and helped her stand up. Hungrily, he stared down her cleavage. Every day, he could pat his back for his refined taste when it came to maid uniforms. In his personal opinion, no better choice existed when it came to the design.

Lydia clapped her hands. “My love, your lust is apparent and my time is limited. Delay your need to satiate yourself until after we have addressed the matter of the bedroom.”

“Right.” John tore himself from the delicious mounds beneath him and the easily lifted frame they were attached to. Such thoughts would be for the agenda after the one Lydia had just addressed.

As had been repeatedly observed, the harem’s bedroom was woefully inadequate for the current inhabitants. It was too small and there was only one large bed. That had been good enough for them until now, but since John was rich and capable of remodelling his home with a game interface, there was no reason not to enjoy himself by creating an absolute monstrosity of a bed.

First, he extended the walls out. Thanks to the dimensions stretching within the Palace, this could be done without any loss of space in the neighbouring facilities (the indoor pool area in this case). After that were the final practical discussions. Aclysia assured him she would be capable of coping with the design he had in mind.

The privileges of having a tireless housemaid were endless.

Over the course of thirty minutes, John created something that probably left the categorization of ‘bed’ and entered ‘cushioned theme park attraction’. Extending towards them, the footrest framed by two nightstands, was the centre of the bed. It was a larger version of the previous iteration. Deep blue sheets, covered in cushions and blankets, covered an oval mattress.

Where previously it would have hit the wall, that bed now was bordered by cushioned seats, the perfect height to sit on and receive oral attention. They, in turn, made up the bases of ascending towers. There were three on each side, the closest to the footrest were the lowest, the furthest away the highest. The top of each step was a two-person bed, although one more in the style of a sultan’s love nest, with many and heavy pillows, than the standard bed. The platforms were surrounded by noise-dampening veils that were translucent enough that everything that happened behind them remained visible.

The inside of the towers were filled with alcoves. Retreats for cuddles in quite the tight spaces or to have a nice rest by oneself. It was rare for a haremette to wish to be away from the warmth of the group. Although, now that the opportunity existed, perhaps it would become more frequent. If it made them more comfortable, John was fine with that.

Not everyone was happy to share a bed all night. There were many good reasons for that, Rave’s habit of moving wildly throughout the night atop of them. As long as everyone could cuddle when they wanted to, there would be no problem.

With the main bed, the couches, the private beds, and the alcoves, there was already much ground covered, but the Gamer was going all out. In the back of the bed, past the corridor between the curving towers, he created two additional areas. One would be cooled, the other heated, catering to the demands of haremettes any given night.

Still, he was not done. The top of the bed now had practically everything one could ask for to sleep, but for those that suffered from insomnia, he created entrances to a crawlspace under the bed. Tucked away chambers, completely noise isolated, with small computer screens to browse the net until sleep finally came. Down there, everything was leather and other smooth surfaces, since even Aclysia could not work the miracle of changing sheets under the bed. Cleaning Slimes would be tasked with that job.

With that, the bed’s form was finished. Optimization occurred from there. Little mechanical and magical solutions that would make changing the sheets easier or would allow that task to be put off for a while. Not that Aclysia would put it off if she had the choice. Even when there were cleaning enchantments on objects, she insisted on changing them out for cleaning frequently. Her logic was that even disinfectant only killed 99,9% of bacteria, so certainly magic had its occasional shortfalls.

Also, sheets lost their freshly washed scent over time even if they did remain clean. For Aclysia, who decided the fragrance of half of the maid cadre and the apartment depending on the mood of the day, this was intolerable. John wondered where the maid’s fascination with smells had originally come from. Was it something he did or just an accidental by-product of her early development?

No answer to be had there, so John instead moved on from the bed with one last decisive nod. “That’s my corner,” Rave stated and pointed towards the top right area, where the bed was extra heated.

“You’ll boil yourself alive one day,” her boyfriend cautioned.

“Can’t stop, won’t stop, gimme all the heat,” Rave stated.

Lydia stepped into the bed and explored the new resting place. It said a lot about the size that  she walked rather than crawled, just like it said a lot when the rest of the harem followed her. Even all together, the walking haremettes could spread out on the bed and each have more than five square metres to themselves, just in the main area. Some climbed the platforms, others laid down on the couches, yet others explored the alcoves and the attached tunnel system.

Just because he could, John had connected the crawl spaces to other parts of the apartment – the spa area primarily. It was all separated via several doors, so no wetness travelled through. By Scarlett’s insistence, there was also a regular door connecting the bedroom to a second changing area that then connected to the baths.

‘Here we see the haremettes, exploring their new habitat,’ David Attenborough’s voice surfaced in John’s mind. ‘A new bed does not come about regularly. In fact, this is only the third time the bed has been changed. Like kittens leaving the warmth of their mother for the first time, they explore and purr when they come about a pleasant surprise. It is a warming sight. Nature’s beauty knows no-‘

“John,” Lydia interrupted the Gamer’s daydream. “If this is all, I’ll now return to Germany.”

“Well, there’s the office adjustment, but I don’t think that’s something for you,” the Gamer informed her. He took her in his arms and placed a kiss on her lips. “Glad you could make the time. I’ll be visiting you tomorrow.”

“I’ll take that as a promise, my love,” she whispered and then peeled out of his arms.

While she made her way to the main teleporter, the rest of the harem accompanied John to his office. He was not going to get back into work immediately, but there was an adjustment to his office he wanted to make.

There was a rest area, between Momo’s and John’s office, that he used when he had to pull all-nighters with only short bursts of sleep possible. There was food there, a bed, a PC, just general relaxation stuff. By slightly decreasing the size of that room, John could place a new contraption in the shared wall.

From the outside, it looked like a large closet. Not particularly odd in an office that was already defined by rows upon rows of shelves. Even opening the closet would not immediately raise eyebrows. It was less deep than one would have anticipated and why there were metal grips attached to the hardwood boards may have been questionable, but there were weirder closets out there.

Through access to the Guild Hall console, however, John could remove one of the wooden boards and reveal, behind, a compartment. A wall of leather clad foam with three holes in it greeted him. Two were for feet, one for a butt. All of it was resizable, as was the pillory on the other side of the wall that would keep whoever wished to place themselves on optional ‘wall pussy’ duty in place.

Was there any reason John needed another way to relieve himself during office hours? No, not really. There was already the foldable bed hidden in another closet, not to mention the extensive and constant service he was provided by the blowjob schedule. All this did was give the rope bunnies in his harem a way to lock themselves in place. It had been on Lee’s suggestion that this was even put in place.

A simple mechanism at the top of the closet would show John whether it was currently occupied. Whether he found a sopping wet cunt inside depended on whether or not one of the girls felt like giving herself to the uncertainty of the position and the lust that inflamed in their brains. Because it was entirely voluntary, John knew that only about half of the haremettes would ever use it. The kind of submissiveness that was required to enjoy being locked in a pillory for half an hour, not knowing whether they would be used or not, was not universal. Even his harem had limits on how much they enjoyed playing the part of the sex toy.

As for how they would lock themselves in place and get out if they went unnoticed, that would be solved via electronic locks. They would be time gated primarily, with emergency options always in reach. How long they subjected themselves to this treatment and whether they did so with remote control toys inside them was all up to them.

Just like John liked it.