The Gamer Chapter 1435 – Household Questions (Patreon)

John entered his living room in one of the best moods he could have possibly been in. “I am- Something off?” The moment he burst in through the door, he was met not by the usual grouping of available maids, but by a contemplative silence.

Aclysia and Claire stood, hands on their chins, next to Lee. The gamer girl’s brows quivered while she stared up at the two more experienced maids. Her thunder thighs shifted left to right under the short skirt.

“Hello?” John asked, this time accompanying the question with a mental prod.

Aclysia and Claire snapped out of it immediately. They looked at each other in a panic, then hurried over to the entrance way, where he was standing. Aclysia stood left, Claire right. They bowed in unison, folded hands tugging the front of their skirts between their meaty thighs. They remained in that wonderful position for exactly three seconds, then they raised their heads in perfect synchronicity. “”Welcome home, Master,”” they greeted, voices controlled and diligent.

“Do you wish to eat dinner?” Aclysia asked.

“Would you like a bath?” Claire added.

“”Or would you like us?”” they finished in unison. Claire’s tone became slightly compromised by lustful trembles. Aclysia hid her own excitement better.

‘I want to experience all possible combinations of these four sentences,’ John thought. The first one was always in unison, but the remaining three were distributed among the five maids as they were present. Obviously three lines split through five people didn’t quite work out, math-wise, but they had their workarounds. “Before I make a definitive decision on that, mind telling me what that was about?” He looked to Lee for an explanation.

“There are shirts missing,” Lee reported.

“Worn shirts,” Aclysia added.

“The most valuable shirts!” Claire almost shouted.

Two thoughts ran in parallel in John’s mind. One was that someone had invaded his Palace, the other was that there simply had been a mistake. Considering there was laundry missing, one was infinitely more likely than the other. Still, John needed to appease his paranoia. “Claire, tighten the security around the Palace a bit for me, would you?”

“Everything for you, Master. Everything for you, beloved. Everything for you, perfection,” Claire swooned. A ball of red and black energy formed in her palm, then dropped to the floor and burst into a swarm of spiders that headed towards the door. The vampire maid had to open it for them, since the entire Palace was sealed too well for even most insects to squeeze their way in. “I’ll double check our door lock settings.”

“Good girl,” John told her. Claire almost fell on the way back to her spot, her thighs giving at the sound of those two words. She caught herself, shot him a depraved, needful glance, and took her position next to Aclysia again. “How certain are you that the shirt didn’t just get picked up by… you know, any of you?” he then asked the reasonable question. His worn shirts were constantly in demand.

“No shirt leaves the laundry basket unaccounted,” Aclysia stated. “Everyone requires a steady supply of Master’s scent.”

“Could you believe a household where the shirts were just grabbed by whoever spots them first?” Claire shuddered. “That way lies madness! And my personal shirt pool.”

“…Is that what the basin in your room is for?” Lee asked.

“Yes!” Claire exclaimed and clasped her hands together. “Ah, to sink entirely into the scent of my beloved Master – the wonderful sensation that must be. Second only to be held in his strong arms.” The obsessive maid let out a long sigh. Then her eyes suddenly narrowed. “With the system in place, however, I believe we may have an intruder on our hands.” She smiled a smile that did not reach her red irises. “I’ll find whatever bothers us.”

John hummed. He wanted to say that the shirt just getting lost was more likely. A shirt could get lost any number of ways, especially in a household this large. There was the potential for it getting dropped on the path between the apartment and the laundry room, haremettes making off with it, or it accidentally landing among the items that were actually getting washed. His eyes fell on Lee again.

“I did not lose it!” the new addition to the housekeepers declared. “Dude, come on! I make enough mistakes without you assigning new ones to me.” She threw her hands up. “I get it, I’m the weakest link and all that but… urgh, come on… I’m -probably- not that inept….”

There was a bit of doubt there. How much of that came from a genuine place or was instilled by everyone looking to her first was difficult to say. “Well, let’s run the hypothetical, how likely is it that I have a stalker capable of getting into the laundry and making it out unseen versus there being a slight mistake?”

“About equal,” Lee stated.

“I think the stalker is more likely, personally,” Claire stated.

“I lean towards the mistake,” Aclysia stated. “Albeit, Master would attract justified obsession… the question is how someone would make it past all our security measures.”

That was really the question. At John’s level of profile, wealth, and just general importance, having the occasional obsessed person was actually really likely. When it came to the Abyss of the USA, he was celebrity number 1. Pair that with his public tendency to love multiple women and there was more than the average percentage of ‘fangirls’ that would have liked to score a spot in his harem. Naturally, most of these women were normal. Meaning that they dreamt about it, perhaps even made a half-hearted attempt at getting into contact with him, but ultimately grew out of having a distant crush and instead settled for someone they actually knew. Every group had its crazies, however.

John had been approached by particularly desperate women a couple of times and there had been two incidents where that had led to violence. Quickly dismantled violence, of course, since there was no way they could do anything to harm him. Similar went for the kind of crazies, stalker and would-be assassins alike, that thought they could get through the local police, the Sentry Golems, Ohmior Sentries, Trashpexus, Palace entrance settings, and his haremettes. The layers of security had only grown tighter since Claire added her familiars to it. The Firefae scattered about the place were also extra eyes.

The stalker would have needed to bypass all of that without leaving any traces. A near impossible task. Even if Claire’s familiars got killed, she would have noticed a lack of reports from certain sectors of the Palace or Guild Hall.

“Maybe Alice is playing a prank on me?” John mumbled. The Red Maiden of Null was probably capable of invading the Palace like that. Then again, even she would have needed to scare her potential onlookers. She wasn’t invisible to familiars, quite the opposite in fact. Her presence would have scattered them about, with plenty of reason to report back to Claire.

Whoever was invading had to be quick enough to avoid the Sentries, stealthy enough to avoid the haremettes, and needed an Innate Ability capable of meddling with the familiars undetected.

Could such a person exist? Maybe. Combined with the need to be utterly obsessed with John, the likelihood went towards zero though.

John sighed, because his paranoid brain wouldn’t let him live down the possibility. It didn’t help that his life was full of absurd coincidences. “Well, better safe than sorry… you’ll have an eye on it, right, Claire?”

“Absolutely!” the vampire maid promised.

“Maybe we should install some electric cameras… would be a pain, but could be done,” John considered. It would also add to Scarlett’s already extensive duties. He shook his head. “We’ll only bother with that if weird things continue to happen. Now,” he clapped his hands together, “I want a drink. Claire, OJ and vodka. Don’t make it too strong.”

“Yes, Master,” Claire bowed dutifully and then walked off to the kitchen.

“Aclysia, I want you.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Lee announced and got up, while John and his first maid got to the Couch. She still had a few chores and then she had to take her shift in the daily pounding. That was happening elsewhere. It would have been too much of a bother to have the whole 16 hours of daily eroticisms happen in their actual bed. Changing the sheets was complicated enough.

As for the rest of the harem, they were simply busy. The reason why John had attended the meeting with the envoy with only his patron goddesses was because they were the only ones readily available. Claire had been in Oklahoma, checking on the farm. While she, Aclysia, and Lee could have interrupted their current work for the purpose of accompanying him, he thought Nathalia and Nightingale impressive enough company for what was a short meeting.

A short, very successful meeting.

Few things got John as riled up as success.

One of them was Aclysia mounting him where he sat. The wonderfully bottom heavy maid lost no time to press her body against his. Her hands framed his face, then she mashed her lips on his. The diligence broke away, rapidly revealing the need underneath. A sharp cry was muffled by a kiss when his hands landed hard on her ass. He could practically taste the word: ‘Master!’.

The whirling of their tongues continued until the Couch transformed around them. What had been a part of the elongated piece of furniture separated into a loveseat under the wishes of the vampire maid. She took her place in what little space remained and took a sip of John’s drink.

The Gamer was coaxed by loving hands towards the pinkish red lips of the fourth maid. Through a tight kiss, he was given the drink he ordered. A victory drink finer could not have been. Aclysia rose from his lap, only to give him the opportunity to press the button to get rid of his clothes. Her own were already underneath her skin.

Turned around, Aclysia descended on his pulsing cock. Her big, beautiful bubble butt stretched into the roundest display it could possibly offer. The black-horned maid let out a few manic giggles, while aligning their sexes. Just brushing over her cunt spread the slippery mixture of their juice all over the tip of his dick.

She descended after Claire had administered the second gulp of his drink. Their kiss broke. A hand on his chest, Claire watched alongside her Master while his cock disappeared in the pussy of the dragon maid.

Her insides were literally perfect for his cock. A Perk in the past had promised as much. The difference between ‘perfect’ and ‘a nice and tight cunt’ was minimal and paled in comparison to the pleasure the emotional connection to his haremettes brought. Still, it was noticeable. Every bump, every little crevice of her folds was designed to rub along his sensitive spots in the best way possible. When he was fully inside, it felt like he was surrounded by a mould of drenched, quivering flesh.

“Ah, Master,” Aclysia crooned and began to ride him. “Master, give me your victorious seed. Mark my insides all over again! It’s been too long.”

It had been no more than five hours, but he fully agreed. The Gamer let her ride him with reckless abandon. The feverish pace was too much for even the most experienced man to handle. Especially when there was a second woman doting on him. The orgasm came fast,

Aclysia brought her ass down one more time. The juicy backside pancaked on his groin, before the ripple travelled upwards through the rest of her marvellous ass and down her thick thighs. The sight was raw lust to John’s senses and he was brought over the edge.

Moaning, multiple climaxes coming to a peek, Aclysia gyrated her ass. “Master… oh, yes, Master,” she gasped with each additional spurt of seed. “My one and only John!” She smiled over her shoulder, the glee and desire in the dilated pupils of her emerald dragon eyes.

At the end of his orgasm, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Aclysia squeaked with unrefined delight. “My one and only Aclysia,” he echoed her words, whispering them into her pointy ear. “I love you.”

Aclysia became strangely calm. Had she not already had him inside her, she would have thrown herself at him this very instant. “I love you too, Master.”

Not missing a beat, John put his other hand on Claire’s chin. “You too, of course, my Claire.” The hyperventilating started moments before he said the words. “I love you.”

“Massssteeeeeeer,” Claire stretched out the word, like a delicious treat she let melt on her tongue. She made up for that moment of slowness immediately. “Master, I want more, I need more, I deserve more, ideservemoremoremore, I want so much more, I wanttodrownin your love, love, your love, love, all of it.” She put the rest of the drink into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge like a chipmunk.

John had no opportunity to laugh about that. He was too busy gulping it all down when she pressed into a renewed kiss. A kiss that did not end, not even after he somehow drank it all. Aclysia resumed her wild ride. Together they truly did their best to drown him in love.

No matter what was afoot, he felt safe and secure with them.