The Gamer Chapter 1392 – Tea Party 1 – Country Gal to High Society (Patreon)

“You sure you want to tag along?” John asked Hailey.

“Ya been askin’ me that a lot, hon’,” she drawled. Even now, her accent was enough for John to almost keel over from the sheer amount of ‘Yes!’ that hit his ears. The country gal raised a different dress in front of the full body mirror. “Ya don’t wanna show off your Hailey?”

‘She really likes that pun,’ John thought. He would have said it too, but there was an actual urgent question to address. “I want to show you off in every way possible,” he assured her. “I’m just not sure you’ll enjoy ‘high society’.” He put it in air quotes, because he disliked the term thoroughly. After partaking and organizing parts of the elite gathering for over a year, he had come to the conclusion that the only part that was consistently high were the price tags on everything.

Did they talk about more complicated things? John wasn’t even sure about that. The gathering of the intellectuals was typically filled with discussing which economic theory was good and which was the spawn of the devil. That had a bunch of long and complicated words attached to it, but was it really more complicated than one drunk redneck telling another the best way to manually remove a tree stump? That work could be more involved than ‘dig and hack’, just like economic theories could often be reduced to ‘people produce stuff more’.

In short, John disliked the term because there was nothing really ‘high’ above gatherings of the elite. It just had the appearance of something above the norm. At the core, everyone that participated was still human. Well, sapient.

“I gotta try it out to know that,” Hailey gave him the answer and tossed another fancy dress onto the bed. Then, she opened the full body mirror to access the closet behind. On request of the girls, John had turned the entire wall into an even larger closet and making the doors mirrors had just been the logical next step. “And I never got to wear anythin’ fancy like this before.”

She raised up a, by harem standards, pretty plain green dress and held it in front of herself. It was tailored for Sylph size, but the enchantments within reacted quickly to her intention to wear it and expanded until it fit her three sizes properly.

“Still a tad weird, that,” she confessed, stretching the dress to cover her voluptuous curves. Hailey’s figure had been alluring from the start and her continued focus on meditation had narrowed her waist a tad, while filling her already big boobs with another cup size worth of squish. In the downstairs there was little visible change, although John did feel like her thighs were a bit thicker. The tiny scars her tanned curves bore had vanished entirely.


Speaking of tan, her acquisition of John’s favourite tanlines was complete. Hailey had tossed the dress onto the pile and John could see it all in the mirror. The pale lines that demarked the thin strings of her bra and thong, elevating her crotch and tits against the backdrop of the mild caramel of northern European genes exposed to the sun for an entire life. It was absolutely delicious.

“I ain’t riding ya again, sugar.” Hailey leered at his erection in the reflection of the mirror.

“But you love getting stuffed like a turkey,” complained the playful Gamer.

“My creampie love ain’t got nothin’ to do with that,” the country gal declared. It had been a fun time confirming that she indeed had a rather pronounced kink. His cum triggered orgasms at the worst of times, but with her the spasms that followed bordered on worrying. Had bordered on worrying, until the repeated experiments had verified that she was only cumming her brains out, not going into cardiac arrest. “It’s…-“

“The whole dripping issue, I know,” the Gamer interrupted her softly. “Not the first time I’ve encountered it… I could set my load to so small it won’t be much of a problem.”

“Don’t ya dare.” Hailey wagged her finger at him. “I let ya treat me like a cow in your herd, so ya best be keepin’ the breedin’ bull loads comin’, purrdy man.”

“You are straddling the dangerous line again,” John warned her.

“Ya got a God given duty as a husband to give your wife children,” Hailey drawled and ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair.

“I’LL REMIND YA THAT I DO HAVE CAT EARS, USURPER!” Rave shouted from the neighbouring room. “YA STRADDLING A DANGEROUS LINE AGAIN!”

Hailey smiled that contrarian smile and pulled another dress out of the wardrobe. It was one of Rave’s soundwave dresses. She posed a couple of times while holding it in front of her. “Never took you for the dress testing type… or are you just killing time?”

“Lil’ bit of both,” Hailey stated. “Ain’t never got to be the dress testin’ type. Dunno if it’ll stick with me, but right now it’s novel. How much longer do we have?”

John checked the smartphone he kept in arm’s reach on the bed. “About thirty minutes, although Gale will probably appreciate it if we show up sooner.”

“Hmm, guess imma make my choice then.” Hailey marched to a part of the bed where a single dress was singled out from the pile of otherwise discarded options. It was among the first that the country gal had pulled out.

In its unworn state, it looked like nothing much. A piece of shrivelled black, the sides nets that would reveal a lot of skin in socially tolerable places. It would stretch out when she put it on, the flexible material sticking to her curves. She hummed, prompting John to ask, “What’s on your mind?”

“Bra or no bra?”

“That is a difficult question,” he agreed. “You’ll definitely need panties though.”

“Ain’t that regrettable,” she drawled and put the dress down to grab black cotton panties from the closet. “Y’all are fascinated with silk, but I say nothin’ beats good ol’ cotton.”

“The smoothness makes my brain happy, but you have to wear it,” John said. “I vote no bra, for the record. Everyone would see the straps through the net.”

“That do be true.”

“You’ll also stand out every time you take an enthusiastic step,” the Gamer cautioned her and gestured at her assets.

“I ain’t hidin’ what the Lord gave me,” Hailey declared and proceeded to put on the dress.

As John could already attest to, Hailey looked stunning even in a coverall (her favourite work clothing), but a sexy dress? Now that made it difficult to keep enough blood in his brain to formulate sentences with.

The hourglass figure of the country gal turned the shrivelled dress into its proper form. Stopping halfway down her thighs and covering all of her massive mammaries, it was a tight, black layer that barely even hid the definition of her midriff. Two straps over her shoulders were all that supported the stretchiness of the dress in keeping it in place.

What truly made the dress dangerous to his attention span was the net that ‘covered’ her sides. There was just a thin strip of solid cloth at the top and bottom of the dress, otherwise it was one continuous window that was broadest at her hips, giving view of her thigh, slender sides, and even a good bit of side and under-boob.

If there was anything off about the outfit, it was that Hailey looked unreasonably hot with her trucker hat. A trucker hat that wouldn't fit with the dress, sad as that was.

“Gotta say, magic sure is nifty,” Hailey said, while the dress reshaped around her chest. What started as a tent, propped up by her breasts, turned into a nicely enveloping sleeve. She turned left and right in front of the mirror. “No.”

“No?” John had to ask.

“I ain’t suckin’ ya off.” He breathed in to give a response. “Maybe it is gettin’ out of hand, now that there’s two of us.”

John’s jaw snapped shut. In the neighbouring room, Rave broke out into loud laughter. “WHAT DO YOU FIND THAT FUNNY FOR, SHE’S GETTING ON YOUR TURF!” he shouted at his girlfriend.

“I CAN JUST SEE YOUR FLABBERGASTED FACE, TIGER!”

John let out a deep sigh and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Like I don’t have enough women in my head,” he grumbled.

“Do you?” Hailey’s slow drawl was filled with amused sarcasm.

“Touché. Anyway, let’s hope you don’t turn into quite the same degree of mind reader.” John gestured to the door.

Hailey looked at the pile of dresses. “Shouldn’t I put those back before we leave?”

“No, you’ll only drive Bae crazy if you don’t match her sorting system.” With that rationale readily accepted, John and the country gal stepped into the living room. “Anyone want to tag along, last minute?” This was met by general apathy. “Really, you’d rather stay home, play video games, and have hot lesbian sex than eat out at a five star restaurant?”

“They’d better not serve you anything subpar,” Aclysia hissed.

“Ya say that like you’re doing anything else, tiger,” Rave stated, looking up from her Light Novel to point, with her foot, first at Jack, who was locked in a Streetfighter match against Metra, and then at Jake, who was keeping Eliana in a headlock while pounding her doggystyle. “’Cept the lesbian part… ya ever gonna try and find a genderbend Skill?”

“No,” John smote down that suggestion. “If I did, you’d just try even harder to set me up with Max.”

“That’s ridiculous! It’s way funnier when it’s gay.”

“Love you too,” John said drily. “Anyway, no one?” This was again met by general disinterest. Having asked twice was his due diligence, so he did turn away. Saying goodbye was unnecessary since more of him would stay than leave. Hailey just waved at the crowd and they headed out. Hailey slipped into a pair of high heels, put a practical shoulder bag on, and grabbed John’s arm.  He was intoxicated by her proximity. Luckily, his faculties were just used enough to this particular buzz to remain functioning. “Right, we should get our story straight.”

“’Bout who I am, ya mean?” Hailey asked.

John nodded. That he ordered an immense amount of engineering tools and had been showing around a new girl could not have gone unnoticed. There were too many eyes on him to keep those things concealed. “You basically have two choices, the way I see it. Either you tell everyone you’re a Latebloomer or you don’t.”

“Gimme the pros and cons,” the country gal stated. “Could think of them myself, but this whole Abyss still confuses me a tad. My mundane brain ain’t this cutthroat.”

“You’re under my protection, so the risk of kidnapping is very, very small. It’s never zero, sadly, but it’s about as low as it would be for mundane people. That aside, revealing yourself as a Latebloomer will definitely garner you a lot of attention. You’ll have to deal with requests from people that want to test or utilize your ability, but you’ll also get to earn yourself a pretty penny by taking on commission work.” He gave her a side eye. “I do have to remind you, though, that I’ll have to double check what work you take.”

“Yes, Mister President,” Hailey said with a serious nod. Then, a broad smile spread on her lips. “Gotta say, I do enjoy bein’ a national security concern.”

“Don’t make me lock you up in Area 51.”

“Do ya actually run that?”

“Have nothing to do with it.”

“Awww, there go my favourite conspiracy theories.”

“Who says that if aliens existed, they’d be a part of the Abyss?” John shrugged. “Besides the fact that I met an outer space… something.”

“Can’t say ya ever run out of things to tell me,” Hailey chirped. “Different question: would it be a scandal if it came out later what I am?”

“I would get some mildly annoyed comments, perhaps, but not a scandal.”

“Would it be impressive to everyone there if I came in guns blazin’?”

“Absolutely,” John stated.

“Then we’re going the ‘onest route,” Hailey decided firmly. “Different matter.” She suddenly stopped and kicked off her high heels. “I ain’t wearin’ those, it’s like walkin’ barefoot through a gravel pit.”

John chuckled and pulled a pair of different shoes out of his inventory. Still elegant, but of a sturdier and more comfortable make. Hailey didn’t even ask why he was prepared for her changing footwear, she just bowed down to pick up the high heels. The skirt of the dress rode up until he could see part of her bare ass.

“So weird that I can do this now.” The country gal had her legs straight and her head almost up to them. Swiftly, she came back up, tossing her mane of dirty blonde, partly sun-bleached hair back.

While she exchanged the high heels for her preferred kind of shoes, John asked, “How does it feel, being a superhuman?”

“I dunno, kinda hasn’t fully hit me yet,” Hailey responded. “I med’tate, I go to that Trainin’ Hall, I come up and I can lift stuff a lil’ easier, breathe a lil’ lighter, think a lil’ faster. Then a week passes and I realize that all the things I wanted a big strong man for before I can do with one hand.” To demonstrate, she picked up a nearby potted plant. Roughly twenty kilo of terracotta, plant and soil, all lifted between a thumb and the side of her index finger. “Also the reality distortion the Abyss got goin’ on is weird.” She tilted the pot slightly, testing something.

“What exactly do you mean?” John asked. “Surface strength?”

“Not sure about this specific bit, but I’ve noticed a bunch of times where someone’s been handlin’ mundane materials in a way that shouldn’t be happenin’. Like Eliana was liftin’ a boulder over her head and holdin’ it up with her hands, right? Girl sure left deep footprints in the dirt, but not deep enough to justify the sheer weight that’s been pressin’ her into the floor.”

“Don’t know if the phenomenon has a name, but it’s certainly the case that some aspects of physics seem to be diminished or skipped out on passively if magic is merely present. When Sylph suddenly breaks out into a supersonic dash with no previous acceleration and stops instantly after five metres, that should have some devastating effects, especially indoors.” He dragged his hand through the air faster than the eye could see and felt little more than the usual air turbulence of a fast wave brush past his face. “Must be something about magic permeating the area around an Abyssal in order to make reality capable of holding our proverbial weight.”

“There gotta be ways to exploit that,” Hailey stated.

“I wouldn’t try too hard because I doubt that this is a solid law of metaphysics and more of a rule that Gaia has put in place. In other words, it works in accordance to a will, not in accordance to the motions of particles.”

“I’ll try anyhoo,” Hailey decided and put the plant back down. “Think Bae’ll go cray if she sees that too?”

“Oh, almost certainly,” John stated.