The Gamer Chapter 1415 – Thorough Grinding 8 – Continuation (Patreon)

The scene beyond the cauldron was exactly what John had imagined. The pipes all over the city had burst, releasing the noxious sludge into the buildings and streets. Green dominated the environment, oozing down the sidewalks, dripping from windowsills and down walls that had been destroyed by the explosions. Despite the earlier screams, there was not a soul to be seen. All there was were oozes that crawled along the streets in snail-like motions.

They were of varying sizes and levels. The larger, the more powerful. Much like with the environment, green was the dominant colour, but blue and red were also present. ‘Guess there’s no reason to change mechanics midway through.’ “Any bets on what the boss of this area is going to be?”

“Response: slime.”

“I reckon an ooze would indeed be most likely to be our adversary.”

“A slime, Master.”

“Do I even need to repeat what everyone else is thinking?” Metra put the finishing line under the cascade of answers.

“Well, at least we are all on the same page.” He rolled his neck. “Let’s find out.”

They did not find out.

The level range of the slimes went from level 300 all the way to 590. In other words, they went from ‘dangerous in large numbers’ all the way to ‘dangerous on their own’. They had three primary abilities, each of which made them difficult to deal with. First was the poison, which built up gradually either due to their attacks or the general state of the environment. Second was that they could meld with rivers or ponds of sludge to camouflage themselves, making each first combat with a new group a gamble on how many they were dealing with. Third was their typical, ooze related capacity to shrug off much of the physical damage.

They adjusted the composition of the party, switching out Metra for Rave, and went for a kiting strategy. As much punishment as the slimes could take, they were slow and the streets long. The group pelted them with ranged attacks from afar and only went in when they had the numbers advantage.

It was a safe and effective strategy, even if Rave’s daredevil nature sometimes changed that fact. It was also slow. The second part of the area was also more difficult to navigate. The blasts had ruined many of the houses and rubble obscured what was supposed to be the main road or whether paths even properly existed. Above the rooftops hung a dense fog of evaporated poison that made travel via rooftops an impossible affair. For game balance reasons, that cloud fog dealt much higher damage than any other types of poison in the Raid so far. A simultaneously creative and forced explanation for restricted movement.

In addition to the slimes, they also had to overcome environmental challenges. Part of the city had collapsed into pits. Runoff piled at the bottom, creating noxious lakes. To cross them, conveniently remaining pillars and other pieces of rubble had to be used to avoid the periodic blasts of noxious fumes or poisonous gunk.

By the end of the five additional hours they put aside for Raiding that day, they had not found the boss. Still, with one down and a level under his belt, John put that day down as a success.

“That’s a quarter of our time here already done,” the Gamer said, adding a fifth line to the chalkboard they had hung up in the living room. It was useful to keep track of the simple things. He stepped away from the board and returned to the couch, where one of the Fae Maids was currently bent over an armrest, wiping away a coffee stain.

John’s gaze glided to her ass near instantly. Although her skirt was more conservative than that of his proper maids, a butt with the juiciness of Momo’s could not be hidden by wavy black cloth – especially not in that pose. “A-ha!” a triumphant cry came from the couch.

“What?” John raised an eyebrow, as he passed by the maid and walked up to the bratty maid that had just shouted.

“You looked!”

“Of course I looked.” John fell down into the cushions. In one smooth motion, he put his arm around Momo. “I’m a man, if you put something even remotely butt sized in front of me, I’ll look. I don’t have a lot of control over it.”  Momo rolled her eyes and went back to her book. She tried to, but John put a hand on her cheek. “Why do you keep calling me out on every opportunity, hm?”

“N-no reason,” Momo stammered.

An obvious lie, if John had ever heard one. He wondered if he should use hypnosis to have her come out with the truth. That would probably make the conversation a lot shorter, provided she was willing to talk. Making conversations with any of his women shorter was against his instincts. “Come on, tell me.” He scratched her under the chin with his little finger. “Otherwise, I’ll have to come to my own conclusions.”

“And what would that conclusion be, perv?”

“That you’re kind of curious about what it would be like if I did fuck one of your Fae Maids.”

Momo blushed and looked around the couch. No one even batted an eye at the suggestion, nor did anyone react with surprise when she admitted. “Okay, yeah, a little bit… who wouldn’t? We suddenly have 50 helpers in the house and they all vaguely look like me.” She tilted her head to look over to the Fae Maid cleaning the cushion. “It’s like having a sex toy in the house and just leaving it lying around.”

The Fae Maid had no comment to that, because she hadn’t been asked to comment. Once she had cleaned the stain, she bowed and walked to the corner of the room. There, she stood, like a robot waiting for instructions.

“Personally I’m still not that curious. I have the genuine thing right here.” A loud smack accompanied him gripping her thigh. He squeezed and Momo squeaked. The fairy maid squirmed until she fell against his shoulder. Beautiful, white eyes looked up at him. Glossy pink lips parted in a whisper of his name, a sound thinner than a breath. Bowing down, he claimed those lips. Ever tighter, he pulled her into his embrace. The passion of their kiss grew, until the heated wrestling of their tongues kept their entire upper bodies in motion. Momo soon straddled his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Not curious at all?” she whispered.

“Not that curious, but curious nevertheless,” John told her. “It’s not on my priority list. To start with, I am the opposite of desperate for sexual relief.”

Momo’s mouth stretched in a crooked half-smile, while her hands reached between their tightly packed naked bodies. Groaning, he reacted to the touch of her slender hands. He had experienced relief several times during the Raiding, but that had all been with his secondary bodies. Mentally that made little difference, but physically his primary body still had the capacity to feel backed up. “Liar,” she called him out, then licked the precum off her palms.

“I mean in general, my little minx.” John grabbed her by the butt, that fantastic, large rump, and pulled her a little closer. Momo let out a low hum, while she was penetrated. Gently, he nibbled on her earlobe. He kneaded her butt. Gave it a little smack and interrupted the jiggle by going right back to groping. All the while she sank further and further, until he was stretching her out with the full size of his erection. “How about we postpone the matter until you’re a little more certain? Also, you should discuss it with the other girls if this does or does not violate the agreement.”

“Hmm, sounds good.” Momo tugged at his short hair. “Since when do you give good advice?”

John latched onto her neck and showered the smooth skin in kisses. Rather than respond to such obvious bait, he made her bounce in his lap. Soon enough, the loving caress of her pear-shaped body had her gasp rhythmically. The motions were simple and steady. Sometimes, good sex was about nothing more. After about seven minutes, John stopped moving and they enjoyed the fulfilment of simultaneous orgasms.

Momo kept spasming against him a little while after the last spurt had filled her. The Gamer enjoyed the privilege of being the sex the with the shorter orgasms. It let him follow the writhing of his partner with undisturbed eyes. “Alright, that’s it for tonight,” she announced afterwards.

“I’m not done with you,” John said, refusing to let her go.

“I’m behind on my reading,” Momo responded and stared at him.

It wasn’t a joke, nor was she being the enticing kind of bratty. John sighed and opened his arms. Sometimes people wanted to do things other than sex. He understood, rare as it was for him or the haremettes to fall into that mood. Their orgies were time heavy affairs and there was more to a fulfilling life than stimulation of the pleasure centre of the brain.

Momo rose from his cock and went to the bath, to clean the cum out of her pussy. After that she would doubtlessly retreat to some quiet corner. John, in the meantime, was still horny. Whether it was just the mood or that he had just been denied what he wanted, he was feeling extra demanding.

Which was why he marched over to Eliana.

The pretty little psycho was in the middle of a conversation with Lorelei when he snapped a leash into the leather collar that she wore despite her otherwise nude appearance. That was as much warning as she got before he ripped her towards his crotch with said leash, grabbed her by the hair, and stuffed his cock down her throat, all in one fluid motion.

Eliana took him all the way to the base with pure ecstasy written over her face. An intense scream made John wonder if she had just climaxed from his casual use of her mouth. If that hadn’t done it, him proceeding to use her face like a common cocksleeve certainly did. The extremely masochistic submissive’s eyes rolled up, the satisfaction of getting used bringing her from one orgasm to the next.

John hammered her face with no mercy whatsoever. Droplets of spit flew everywhere. Somehow the rough abuse of Eliana’s throat was the second largest cause of saliva related stains on the couch. First was Lorelei, who was following all of this. In a full nun outfit, she knelt on the couch, mouth wide open as if she was the one getting her face fucked.

She was suffering for her lack of pleasure and she loved every second of it. Desperate pants became the rhythm to his thrusts. Loud “GLACKS!” bore testimony to each time John filled out Eliana’s throat. “Fuck, you’re such a good hole,” John said and pulled out, smacking Eliana over the face with his cock.

“Th-thank you, Master!” Eliana loudly declared between desperate breaths. Then her mouth was wide open again, for him to push back inside.

When he finally came, he kept her nose buried in his groin. The tight walls of her bulging throat reverberated with her multi-orgasmic screams. Each spurt of semen down her gullet was another second of pure bliss for both of them. It was only the first of many that he would pump down her holes. Lorelei was condemned to keep watching.

Once he had calmed down, dinner was ready. There had been plenty of meat left over from the grill, but Aclysia insisted they would need additional ingredients to make it into a full meal. Not that anyone was complaining. BBQ was great, BBQ with gravy was to die for.

‘I would seriously consider wiping deliberately to get to this dinner ten minutes earlier,’ John thought and stuffed his face with another cut of steak. Dinner went by quietly; everyone present was in their individual thoughts and there wasn’t much to talk about today. One of the drawbacks of sharing every waking moment was that there was little that happened that was worthy of telling. One of the advantages of long term relationships was that they were happy in each other’s presence even in the silence.

“So, gimme a rundown of where we’re at.”

“In what regard?” John reached for the glass of orange juice that Aclysia had just poured him.

“Levels, the Raid, just general.”

“When it comes to levels, we’re doing pretty well. I need 10 more, I’ll get 8 more from sex, so that’s just 2 more we ‘need’ to get from grinding to hit my minimum goal. The Raid change means I can grind out the Class Challenges at the side, so that should no longer be a delaying factor. As for the Raid itself, I’m not quite sure yet. The completionist in me-”

“The completionist that skipped out on the bonus fight,” Rave interrupted.

“I have many sides and the completionist lost against my patience in that one,” John responded, then continued on with the main point, “As I was saying, for the Raid itself, I think we should clear up to the knight of each area first. The completionist in me would like it if we beat the king with all four knights intact. Hardest challenge, biggest reward.”

“I dig it,” Rave said.

“I must advise caution. Gaia obviously knows you’re easily enticed by a challenge. To aim for the highest difficulty here may be stunting your growth unnecessarily.” Lydia sipped her tea. “Assuming constant levelling, we can beat any challenge. It may not be worthwhile to level to beat a challenge that aims to bestow you with levels.”

“True… I guess we’ll have to see how predictable the boss mechanics are… in either case, I believe it’s smartest we first pick off all the non-knight bosses in the districts. They should all be of similar difficulty, so that’ll make for easy pickings and levels. Assuming the next boss in the poison area is an ooze and not the knight, there should be a total of 7 non-knight bosses we can still beat. That might keep us busy until we’re done with this grinding session.”

Only time would tell.