The Gamer Chapter 1439 – Proposal 2 – Waiting for the Parents (Patreon)

John could still feel it tingle under the surface. That bit of nervousness that wouldn’t let him leave until it was all over and done with. It was, however, easily ignored compared to the confidence he exuded generally. He had been told his haremettes had endured a week of mediocre sex. This could not stand.

The bedroom Claire had found on the second story was not the most romantic place to make up for his shortcomings. A used bed that had seen who-knew-what kind of debauchery, alongside furniture that was as high quality as it was inoffensively bland. The blackout curtains were drawn. At least the candle light that replaced the day was providing a bit of tenderness.

Whatever debauchery the bed had seen, it could not have compared to John rutting into Aclysia with loving abandon. The head maid writhed underneath him. Decently sized breasts were squished against his chest, held there by the arms that held tightly onto him. The raven-haired, Asian-appearing maid moaned his name and title repeatedly. Her heels pressed into the mattress. The entire bed creaked under the heaviness of his thrusts.

Slightly, they parted. John kept his hips moving. He looked into her emerald eyes. Their colour was all the more intense, with the black that framed her pale face. “Gorgeous,” he whispered with all his heart.

Aclysia’s stream of words came to an incoherent end. She giggled and screamed. Her back arched, while intense shivers pulsed up and down her nubile form. A few more skilful, deep thrusts, and John followed her pupils rolling up. Then he claimed her pillowy pink lips. Muffled shouts reverberated in his mouth.

The tightness of her cunt was wonderful. Every thrust he struggled to pull back. The grip of her folds was only overpowered by how drenched she was. Lewd squelching and clapping sounds bounced around the walls. Her fat ass cushioned every blow.

With one more plunge, John joined her in orgasmic pleasure. His seed spurted into her in just a few spurts. As diminished as the quantity was, the potency remained. Aclysia’s arched spine tensed further, until only her shoulders remained on the mattress. Her head rested on one of John’s hands, keeping her demandingly fixed in their kiss.

His cock jumped one more time, then he was at the end of his orgasm. Aclysia kept spasming underneath him. ‘The beauty of the female climax,’ John thought and kissed up and down the side of her face. She was just gorgeous.

Aclysia’s breathing gradually calmed. Their lips found one another in an adoring competition one more time, before John pulled out. “A little longer?” the head maid pleaded. He may have left the embrace of her sex, but the arms remained tight around his neck.

“Your roast,” John reminded her. On her behest, it should be said. He would have gladly cuddled with her a little longer, but she had a catering to keep preparing.

“Right,” Aclysia sighed and rolled out of bed. She grabbed the black and white bikini she had chosen for the day and put it back on. “I shall see you again in a short while, my John,” she said with a bow, then headed towards the door. With every step, the bikini bottom dug a little deeper between the jiggly halves of her bubble butt.

The door was left open, until Nia stepped in. Just out of formality, the blank-faced woman closed it behind herself. Then she turned back to John. She just stared at him with her blue eyes for a few seconds. Then her white dress turned from supernatural nothing into actual nothing.

The lithest woman of his harem walked towards him with long, simple steps. She climbed onto the bed and knelt with her head above his member. Again, she stopped, she contemplated, then she crawled further up. “I want kisses, darling,” she said, just a little of a beg sneaking into her strangely calm voice.

John wouldn’t have dared to deny her. The gold-blonde, pale woman soon found her face framed by his hands. Her pale pink lips tasted of nothing, as did her saliva. It was unnatural, not even water had this lack of taste. Her warmth and the resistance of her tongue were entirely human, however.

Nia soon began to let out quiet little gasps and sighs. Her pale skin ran flush with excitement. The heat that prevented them from doing all of this outdoors, more so than potential eyeballs anyway, left her unbothered. His touch hadn’t failed to bring her warmth since they had first enveloped.

He ran his hand through her hair. Recently, she had used the same method that John had used for Scarlett’s hair to grow out the shaven sides of her head. Now all of her thin strands were of an immense length. Although most of it remained contained in her ponytail, the field of gold atop her head remained quite voluminous. She was an unusual sight, truly, but a beautiful one.

John explored her slender curves with his hands. The rise of her medium sized breasts, down her just slightly visible ribs, past her thin midriff and to her modest hips and thighs. Top to bottom, Nia was slender. A lack of squishiness was replaced with a lithe and wonderfully light frame. And not being as squishy as the rest of his haremettes did not mean Nia was anything short of competition for a supermodel.

While their tongues whirled, he nudged her waist towards his cock. Still wet with Aclysia’s love juices, it sank into Nia easily. Pretty pink lips parted. His girthy member went deeper and deeper. A bulge showed where his shaft stretched her quim. John could feel it, as his hand passed over and down to her clit.

The simultaneous touch of his fingers and the deep penetration had Nia draw her lips back. A lustful shout filled the room. John grabbed the opportunity and turned her onto her back. Missionary was a wonderful position – that was why it was the basic one. He thrust all the way into her. Circling her clit teasingly, his thumb remained in motion. Nia reached up with both hands, her expression plain but her cheeks dusted red.

Even if it was the exact same position that he had just pounded Aclysia in, John lowered himself into the embrace. The variety was in Nia herself being the one who embraced him. Whether she did it in a similar or entirely different fashion did not matter. All that mattered was that she was right there. “Darling,” she whispered in his ear. “Darling… darling.” Progressively, her voice got sweeter, more emotional, more feminine. The moderate pace of his loving provided her with ample opportunity to adjust, for her to coax her emotions into her voice. “Darling!” she shouted, when quivers turned to spasms.

John showered her in kisses. The soft hair, her finely curved ears, the curve of her noble jawline, everything and anything about her that deserved a tender touch. When her spasms ebbed away, his thrusts resumed. When the post-orgasmic sensitivity was gone, he pounded her properly.

“Darling!” she screamed. Barely, her eyes remained focused on him. They were hazy with lust. An agape mouth and lolled tongue slurred further repetitions of her favourite word for him. She practically vibrated all over – until she suddenly stopped and drenched their joined sexes and the sheets with squirting clear juices. John doubled in speed for a few seconds, made her truly scream her lungs out while she soaked the bed with her released desire. Then he gave her that little time to recover again – only to resume fucking every last vestige of her emotionless display away.

Hard, he mashed his lips back onto hers and passionately she responded. Arms and legs were wrapped around him, like he was her life buoy. That was all he needed. With her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, he came.

Nia’s eyes finally rolled up. The potent magic in his seed served to pleasure her two times over. Her pariah senses, twisted by her lustful state, interpreted the tingle of mana as pleasure. She squirted again, even harder this time. An absolute mess was made of the sheets, pussy juices dripping from her curved up ass and his tightening balls. Each surge he pumped into her was another rush of white lightning crackling around the field of his vision. They both went rigid. Breaths were held and groans muffled by their tightly joined lips.

Simultaneously, they inhaled, returning from the land of rigid bliss to the world of the living. John eventually pulled out and settled down next to her. They found a comfortably lying position. He listened to the soft sound of her breathing. Then he groaned and stretched. “Let’s get back to the others.”

“Yes,” Nia agreed, short on words as per usual. She disappeared from the bed. It left John chuckling.

In his swimming trunks, he stepped into one of the two main areas of the building. On the left side was the dining room, where he currently was. There, Aclysia and the other maids were putting together a nice buffet. The room was vaguely resembling something from the Victorian era, although that was only a veneer and the touch of American architecture made it its own thing. Not a worse or better thing, just its own.

On the right-side was the actual bar. John had not yet set foot in it. Although he had indulged in a pina colada and a beer so far, he didn’t actually intend to get drunk. It was still early in the day, before noon even.

Much to his amusement, he arrived to a scene of Claire keeping Eliana from sneaking some early tastes of the food. “Just wait until Master’s progenitors arrive!” Claire said.

“The word is parents, you cockblocking cunt,” Eliana cussed, half-heartedly attempting to squeeze past the vampire maid.

John watched the scene for a little bit. ‘As if anyone here ever gets cockblocked,’ he thought with a smirk. If he had hentai-vision, he could’ve scanned the cunts of the present women to see that every last one of them had at least two loads swimming in their wombs. ‘Life is pretty great…’ his mind turned to the box hidden in his Inventory, ‘…and I’ll do anything to keep it that way.’

Having checked on the progress for the catering, John left Eliana and Claire to their playfight and the other maids to their work. He was momentarily distracted when he passed Delicia. Shortstacks in swimwear were a special kind of distracting. With a smug grin on her face, she walked past, boobs bouncing breastily – until she missed the door for the doorframe. “Gwack!” she exclaimed when her forehead met the wood. “You saw nothing!”

John just hummed and walked on. Best to leave her stewing in the question whether he would oblige her demand or tease her mercilessly about this at a later date.

Outside was… still hellishly hot. They were counteracting some of the merciless heat by further extending the sunroof and messing with the heat controls for the pool. Combined, the shaded area of the outdoors was bearable.

On one hand, John was still bothered by the fact that he wouldn’t be able to wear proper clothes today. On the other, it doubtlessly fit that Rave got engaged at the peak of a heatwave. His girlfriend was sunbathing, even in this weather. The only people that joined her were Salamander and Nathalia. Both had that light brown skin tone of a tanned Latina. To his parents, they probably both passed as one too. Granted, the borderline flaming hair colours were not common for that ancestry.

‘I think? Maybe red hair is in with Latinas currently? I don’t keep up much with fashion, much less mundane fashion.’ While John thought about that, a fourth person joined the basking trio in the shadeless part of the yard. Hailey stepped out, wearing a tiny bikini and a slightly more modest thong. She would’ve gotten banned from any public place in that outfit and for good reason. As a deliberately bouncy step proved, she was always only a small bump away from a nip-slip.

With a wink over to John, she pulled the tiny cover back over the crown of her enormous tit and made it the rest of the way to her chosen lounger. Tan lines were a work of art and maintaining them would have taken a lot of basking.

He may have gone over to hang out with the tanned four, if his lowercase-g gamer instincts hadn’t activated. To avoid the sun was habitual, so he instead made it to the deeper recess of shadow around: right between Siena and Nightingale. The shadow spirit and night goddess were sitting on an outdoor couch, drinking lemonade that was 60% ice cubes.

Siena’s dark-skinned human disguise was always enticing. That was mostly because Siena was enticing in general. The only thing she lost when she switched to her disguise was the tail and, as much as John did enjoy his monster girls, human evolution had favoured a lack of tail. Nightingale as a human was more alien. Seeing her with arms and normal feet was a bigger shift than seeing Siena be chocolate brown rather than midnight blue.

The harpy always looked vaguely annoyed when she gripped something with her hands. Her brown eyes, changed from purple, did lighten up a little bit when he approached. The two women made room between them and he dropped down, after circling the outdoor glass table.

John considered pulling them closer to him. Since he was already sweating, he opted not to. In this weather, overheating was annoyingly realistic. As an Abyssal, he would be fine, but it wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. He could take baths in liquid rock these days, but it really wasn’t his favourite state to be in.

“I have a question about your body.” Siena’s hand wandered from her drink to his back. The cold water on her fingertips made John turn rigid for a moment. He tried to suppress it – to no avail. The sadistic midnight elemental giggled, as she glided further up. Water turned warm from his body heat. The touch turned numb when she reached her destination. A triangular scar at the left side of the middle of his back. “How will you explain these to your parents?”

The six points from Arkeidos’ mace were too evenly distributed to be put down as a simple accident. They were also too noticeable to be missed over the course of the evening. “I’ll hide them before they arrive,” he told the shadow spirit. Much like the bite on his neck and the Lorylim scars on his arm, it was just easier this way. Lying by omission to his parents did not feel great. Still, that was the best choice. “You can rub the ointment on my skin, if you want to.”

“Hmm.” Siena checked her nails. Trimmed, clean, and without any polish, just like John preferred them. “No, I believe I will leave that to the servants.”

“Delicia, in other words,” Nightingale added.

John chuckled, mostly because he recalled the shortstack running into the wall. “Ah, I guess I might as well make a Perk choice while we’re waiting,” he realized. It had slipped his mind with this thing coming over the past week. Since he was back to normal, as much as that was possible, he now had the mental capacity to make that call.

Even subpar sex, by his standards, granted him the EXP from Experience of Love. As it had been almost 2 weeks since the grinding session, he had earned 7 levels in total.


Which meant one more Class Level. After the absolute absurdity that was the last Perk from Harem Gamer, John was beyond convinced that it was his best Class not just for lewd but general purposes.


And he was absolutely right. Two repeat choices and one that was absolute insanity. To All meant that his entire harem, underneath his level, no matter what else happened, would gain half a level. All that was required was that he had about 8 hours of sex with any combination of them a day. That would prevent their levels from drifting too far apart, even while Lydia was constantly busy a world over.

It was pure Gamer BS and he loved it.

‘Can something be a little weaker so I can take Advanced Harem Comms?’ John groaned in his mind. He would have appreciated access to even a limited voice chat among his haremettes. It was a nice addition to have when it came to communication security. Alas, if Gaia wanted to keep giving him supremely powerful things, he would try not complain too much.