The Gamer Chapter 1387 – Work-Life Balance (Patreon)



‘God, do I love levelling by fucking,’ John thought.

If it hadn’t involved taking his cock out of Hailey’s mouth, he would have happily spun in his swivel chair. Alas, the country gal was currently taking her first blowjob schedule shift ever. With her was Rave, showing the blonde how it was done. Currently, his first haremette was holding down the head of the latest one. “Good girl,” Rave whispered and released.

Only for Hailey to get into a bobbing frenzy. John clung onto the armrests while the power bottom made up for her lack of experience with sheer determination. Up and down she glided, until he came down her throat. The busty country gal only slid up once the last drop was down her gullet. Mouth agape, she breathed audibly, giggling between inhales.

“Ya look like ya need more, darlin’,” she moaned and immediately gave his length another lick. “Never really thought about just how much I loved big dicks, until I knew I was gonna take one every day for the rest of my life. This thing’s delicious.”

“Jesus Christ, Hailey, what kind of dam did I break in you?!” John complained. Every bit of woe in his voice was fake. “It takes other girls two weeks of training to get this thirsty.”

“Usually, they’re knocked out half the time, to be fair,” Rave weighed in. Delicia’s anti-sexual-exhaustion pills were keeping Hailey up and running throughout all of it. The alchemist did caution that relying too much on the supplements, like most medicine, could and eventually would have unwanted side effects. Three days of usage were still within the frame of reason though.

“Glad I ain’t knocked out, way too busy sucking Mast’r off.” Hailey was right back to stuffing his cock down her throat. She glanced up to him, the need to prove herself reflecting in the emerald, alongside the glee at bringing him pleasure. She popped his cock back out. “Ya should pull my hair.”

A submissive that gave orders on how she should be dommed was something else. Nothing better or worse, just something else. John reached down and gave her what she wanted, dragging her out from under the table. She moved along too quickly for it to really hurt her. It was the situation she was into, the pain she preferred mild.

“Was imagin’ ya choke me on that manhood some more,” the erotic country gal drawled. “Wanna see me bend over the table now?”

“Always, but no, we’re taking a break,” John informed her. “I want to sort out some Class Levels.”

Hailey let out a disappointed sound. Just why she was this horny, John had a good guess on. Maybe he was just stroking all her kinks a bit too hard or she was compensating for the first 20 years of her life. Probably both. Almost certainly both. “Guess ya can’t have fun and games all the time,” she then accepted and stretched. Her magnificent breasts bounced at the end of the gesture.

Then she laid over the table, showing off her magnificent backside. “What happened to not having fun and games all the time?” John asked.

“I chose to ignore that,” Hailey stated and winked at him. “Don’t ya wanna ride your Hailey?” John was barely inside his own head and stepped up behind her. “That’s right, sugar, show this ass who owns her,” she drawled, rolling her rs and stretching the vowels even more than usual. “Just put that big rod right inside my breedin’ hole.”

Ironically, the overstimulation was what snapped John out of it. “Be careful with the impregnation lingo,” he warned her. “You just might get it.”

“Ma always told me that I should try the night I get married, ‘cause that’s what that’s for,” Hailey turned onto her back and pointed at the Lover’s Will mark. “And if this ain’t equivalent to married, I dunno what is.”

“It ain’t,” Rave stated. “’Cause we’re getting married.”

“Ah, so I do recall,” Hailey hummed and absent-mindedly reached between her legs. She rubbed her cunt, drenched from service and the cum-swallowing orgasms. Rather than let her have fun on her own, Rave pulled the new haremette into John’s office chair. “Ya gonna make out with me, purrdy gal?”

“Gotta put ya into your place, ya grease monkey,” Rave purred back.

Hailey was the slightly taller of the two, but that did not stop the feline Lightbringer from taking the dominant position. Holding the country gal against herself, Rave got to masturbating the blonde. Constant little demands and thanks came from the feisty submissive.

John drowned it all out, engaging the emergency stoicism mindset. A man needed to have defences against the feminine wiles of 21 nymphomaniac haremettes. Especially when a couple of them wanted things and were not afraid of bribing him with their bodies to get them. A deal that John kept taking, despite knowing they wanted to get pounded almost as bad as he wanted to pound them. That was even ignoring the fact that he had at least three women who would never, ever refuse his request for sex. Aclysia, Beatrice, and Claire would all see it as a dereliction of duty. Aclysia and Claire, specifically, would probably rather burn the country to the ground than see one of his desires unfulfilled.

Women in love could be exceedingly scary.

“Don’t get my chair all sticky,” he joked, once he had calmed to a reasonable point.

“If you don’t want it sticky, tiger, ya gotta put something between us and our wet little holes,” Rave purred seductively.

“Damn you, woman, and your capacity of knowing what I want to hear.” John shook his fist at her. Moments later, he sat in his chair, with the two of them leaning against him. They sat on his thighs, theirs rubbing his dick with their squishy warmth. He pushed that sensation to the background and instead opened his class menu.

He had 2 levels to distribute. One would go to Golemcrafter, to clear the Starforger condition. That also made the second choice rather easy.

“Ya gonna level Martial Artist,” Rave stated.

‘Well, my life is never that easy,’ the Gamer thought. “You want me to chase a way to get rid of burnout entirely, I assume?”

“That and ya gotta find a way to use Mind of Work while getting a blowjob. It’s gonna be more efficient.” That was a thing she purely said so his efficiency seeking brain had an excuse to go with her suggestion. If he could remain 100% effective at work while they were worshipping his dick, then that would make it even easier to get Experience of Love maxed out.

A flimsy excuse. It was by far the easiest Passive to max out. Really, there was an easier excuse to invest more in Harem Gamer to try and find a way to lift the maximum on any given day.

Alas, Rave stared at him, the corona of pink lustre around her feline iris hardened into a thin, hard line. When the girlfriend advised to do something for his own good, he would take it. “One level in Golemcrafter, one level in Martial Artist, got it,” the Gamer surrendered. There would always be another Class Level. He started with the latter, because he anticipated it to be the duller one.


“…Did you mindread Gaia?” John had to ask.

“Mhmmmaaaaaybe…?” Rave laughed. “Nah, I’m just messing with ya, I just got lucky.”

“Man, this choice hurts though,” John groaned theatrically.

“Ya really struggling picking between depression immunity and 50 Libido?”

“No, I’m struggling between depression resistance and 5000 bonus HP,” John told her. “5000, Jane, that almost doubles my health pool.” He pressed the middle choice before the argument could even pick up. “Obviously I am picking the anti-burnout measure, but 5000 HP during Raid fights is nothing to sneeze at.”

“Why only Raids?”

“I don’t think I’ll generally get the opportunity to have 10 rounds of quick sex before most other hostile activities.” John switched windows to Golemcrafter and pressed the level-up button.


‘Delicia!’ John immediately reached out to his alchemist.

‘Woah, there, excited, are we, stud?’ the shortstack maid responded immediately. ‘Almost dropped this acid. Man, if I was still human, that’d been an assassination attempt. Could you live with murdering a cute girl like me, hm?’

‘No, but that’s not the point right now,’ the Gamer told her. ‘I need you to prioritize the Perfect Puppet project, immediately.’

‘Oh, so now alchemy is good enough for you to-‘

‘I’ll retire the joke if you get on this.’

‘Roger that, getting to work on that body. Aren’t you lucky that you have someone as reasonable and witty as me?’

‘Infinitely.’ John sent her a mental kiss and got a happy little giggle in response. The mental communications were cut and the Gamer returned his mind to present. “Alright, so the choice here is obvious.”

“Material Resonance?” Hailey asked.

“Nah, Tool Usage… oh, right, ya probably don’t know about Inkaryl?”

“Name do be ringin’ a bell.” The country gal turned her eyes to the ceiling and tried to recall the details. “Powerful mace from the king of another world, that about right?”

“Yeah, with the caveat that I can’t lift the goddamn thing,” John stated.

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, sugar,” Hailey playfully reprimanded. He just rolled his eyes at that, she was not serious about it. “So ya think that, with Tool Usage, your third body can make proper use of the weapon?”

“That’s the hope,” John confirmed with a nod. “Even if the Creator Puppet can’t do it now, I just need to increase my Intellect to raise its Strength. That’s something I can do without losing any effectiveness for my core build and I still get to use an utterly hilarious item.”

Inkaryl had two enchantments on it that made it supremely powerful. One was Soul Synergy, which boosted the damage source in keeping with the wielder’s soul type by 15%. 15% was a lot, all things considered, and John had all soul types, even if the light one was more pronounced than the others. It could only boost one at a time, but change rapidly between which it was.

Second, and the main effect, was Elemental Dominance. Inkaryl, depending on the soul type, had additional effects. When Arkeidos had wielded the weapon, that had manifested in a great variety of ways, although mostly as Hellfire. It was just what had been most effective against John. In any case, it was a powerful enchantment to have.

That was ignoring the fact that the mace was made from Celexiums and Astrotium. Just in terms of materials, it was among the strongest weapons on the planet. To have it rot in storage was a crime in and of itself.

John pressed the Perk selection and then shifted in his seat. “Someone’s just got excited.” Rave booped him on the nose. “And for once it ain’t down there.”

“Early birthday present, issit?” Hailey asked.

“Two months early is a bit too early to qualify,” John gave his opinion. “But I do like this a lot… Ah, Delicia probably needs a minute to work this out…” He made the two beauties glide off him and back under the table. Smooth skin whispered over his on the way. Soon, they were back in the leg compartment, smirking up at him. “Do your best to distract me.”

“It’s what we do best, tiger.” Rave waved her finger and he boxed them in by rolling a little closer.

Their tongues were all over his manhood. He groaned where he sat and engaged in the meditative state that was Mind of Work. Immediately, he felt the parallel sensations of the pleasure below and the hyper focused state of his mind above. In a way, it was like his brain and his nethers existed in two different bodies that were joined at the hip. It certainly reinforced the idea that a man had a second brain between his legs.

It was an unnatural state, that much was for certain. To feel the full force of their sexual worship and be utterly focused on his work regardless. It was a state his body should not have been able to maintain indefinitely. Yet, the minutes ticked by. The flow of time was strange. He was aware of the hour shrinking, courtesy of him consistently checking his timetables. Yet, it all felt rather short. It was like he was watching the timeline progress in one of his favourite grand strategy games.

When there was a shift change, John switched the meditation off. It was as simple as wanting it. He addressed Rave and Hailey, while they cleaned the leg compartment, “Got to ask: did that feel weird to you? I don’t want it to feel like I’m ignoring you or that you’re just licking some inanimate cum dispenser.”

“Was a tad weird when you were on the phone,” Rave confessed. Usually, when he was making a call, they stopped because John did not want to be groaning into the speaker while he was making important political calls. This time around, they had continued, and while John had obviously enjoyed it, cumming all over their faces, his mouth had continued moving as if there was nothing going on.

The blowjob schedule did not exist only for his enjoyment. It was for the entire harem to get a kick out of, either because they loved being of service or because sucking his cock was a multi-orgasmic experience. To diminish their enjoyment by robbing them of his reactions, just for work efficiency would be a crime.

“Yeah, kinda felt like we weren’t there?” Hailey added. “Dunno how to word that better.”

“No, I get it. I wouldn’t enjoy eating one of you out without any reactions either,” John assured. “Besides that it was fine?”

“Ya still did the usual. Checked under the table, moaned a little bit, put a hand on our heads,” Rave listed off.

“I’d be fine if ya just manhandled me as ya talked,” Hailey gave her feedback.

John made note of that. “More physical feedback during work hours, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. Optimizing how he treated his women was always the most important aspect of his day.

Aclysia walked in to take over and John’s day continued.