The Gamer Chapter 1446 – 27 Days of Preparation 1 – Back in the Estate (Patreon)

“Lee!” Magoi shouted, just as their two groups began to separate. The young Fateweaver stopped and so did John. They looked at each for a moment, then both approached when Magoi waved them closer. On the Gamer’s gesture, the rest of the harem went on towards the typical estate. Once the two of them stood in front of the Magus pair, Lee’s father continued, “I’m considering this my last act in public service,” he stated firmly. “After this, I’m officially transitioning into an advisory position at the academy. Magnus is equipped enough to continue the administrative side of things, and you,” he pointed at his daughter, “your mana has grown enough that you can officially learn the High Fateweaver tricks.”

“Does that mean…?” Lee asked slowly.

“That I will show you all the little circumventions and advanced techniques that I have honed over time, yes,” Magoi told her. “Not the textbook things that everyone learns. Specialized things, like ignoring the Animal Law or the necessary discipline for the manifestation of circuitry. You have the raw power now… you even exceed me at my prime. I’ll give you as much experience as I can before I finally get my proper retirement.”

“Should we start… immediately?” Lee was a bit hesitant and looked to John, who nodded.

It had been 18 days since he had started his program to fuck every last one of his haremettes up to his current level. John had calculated that it would take him about a month to get all of them to parity, when giving each of them four hours a day of repeated creampies. However, getting people up to parity using static formulas was flawed twice over. One, life wasn’t static. Lee and Hailey had definitely gotten more of his attention overall than Lorelei, and Scarlett was a distant last. Two, the formula’s progression was exponential. Or, in other words…


…the last (approximately) 49 hours of sex required to get the last few levels into her required as much time invested as the first 421 levels. To say Lee was more powerful than her father during his prime was an understatement. Through nearly three weeks of getting her womb painted white, Lee had achieved the highest level of any Fateweaver in history. A record she was likely to hold until either the end of time or some future event that shattered the current power ceiling of humanity.

Lee’s Stats did reveal two drawbacks of this method of levelling. For one, it skewed the natural development of the Stats away from the Mental ones and directed it more towards Physical Stats and Libido – particularly Endurance and Libido. Charisma, interestingly, also rose a bit more than it had previously. John theorized that was all the happy chemicals leading to positive posture adjustment and such, but who really knew how Observe translated the Stats of real people into numbers?

The second drawback was that, while Lee was granted levels, she did not have a breakthrough. Regular humans in the Abyss often had periods of training lead up to a power spike of some description. The largest of those power spikes then caused an increase in scaling. The pounding had not caused a power spike for Lee or any other of his haremettes. Which, on one hand, was disappointing. On the other, for regular people, these power spikes always applied their scaling increases retroactively.

Provided the dicked down, levelled up haremettes ever found theirs, they would suddenly increase in power in a manner that was frankly absurd.

All of that put aside, it made no sense to hold Lee back to fuck the last few levels into her before she trained with her dad. She was, all things considered, in the range where dedicated pounding had become inefficient. Not that it had stopped John from using it as an excuse to rail her four to eight hours a day. He rather enjoyed watching her turn into a set of gaping, quivering holes.

‘Control yourself, you’re speaking to her dad,’ John thought. “As long as she still helps in the household.” Far from necessary, but a duty was a duty.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll do lessons between breakfast and lunch preparations,” Magoi stated.

“Maybe I’ll teach her some proper housewife techniques while we’re at it,” Mabirl stated.

“If you find the time.” Magoi chuckled and then waved off. “We’ll start tomorrow. Get your Raiding affairs in order first.”

John put an arm around Lee and stepped away from the Magus’ family. After a few steps, he decided to scoop her up entirely. “Why?!” Lee protested when she found herself draped across his arms.

“Because you’re one of my princesses,” John hummed.

“Oy, I thought you wanted to dodge the royalty thing.”

“This has nothing to do with being royalty, otherwise you’d be a queen,” John stated. “You’re a conceptual princess.”

“Well, thank you,” Lee responded drily. Her sarcasm only made her cuter. “Man, you just love girls with attitude, don’t you?” she asked. It must have been written all over his face.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” John asked, as they entered what would be their home for the next month.

“That’s right, you are an idiot,” Metra growled.

“Fuck you, Mat,” Salamander returned.

The two were locked in a power struggle, both hands pressing against those of their opponent. They were only using the strength of their muscles for this (their individual equivalent of such anyway). If they had put behind it the bolstering force their magical circuits gave to their physical abilities, they would have torn the house apart with the opposing forces.

John circled around the contest. He didn’t ask what it was about. When Salamander and Metra were fighting, the reason was likely that they just wanted to fight. Instead, he walked further in, to find himself balls deep inside Lorelei’s throat.


Lorelei had taken the worst or best to the sex training, depending on one’s perspective. Her Libido had skyrocketed, to the point that she was now, in raw numbers, hornier than Sylph. It didn’t manifest aggressively. Lorelei still had her typical self-control on the surface. Once she got going, however, that was a whole different story.

The seer put the entirety of her newfound physical power to the task of gliding her lips up and down his shaft in the most pleasurable way possible. That she had to hold her breath for times worthy of world records did not bother her in the slightest. They had been in the house for minutes, and already her face was a mess of gooey strands. Her milky white eyes were hazy, her attention entirely and totally focused on the cock that she repeatedly stuffed down her sensitive throat. She came every moment of every bob, his rigid cock sliding down her trembling throat making the insides of her thighs as much of a mess as her face.

Lorelei’s body had become more sensitive in ways beyond the increase of her Libido. Master’s Personal Toy – that Attribute on the chastity belt induced in her an increase of the erogenous zones across her body. Her throat could compete with Nightingale’s in terms of pure sensitivity. To get her off by groping her tits was an easy task. John had even made her squirt before during a thigh-fuck.

Whether these changes were temporary or permanent, they had no idea. The changes manifested on a permanent basis if the submissive desired it sufficiently. That was the wording of the Attribute. Considering Lorelei had no interest in taking the chastity belt off, they would not find out for a while. Maybe they would never find out.

The only change to Lorelei’s body that had not occurred was her breasts getting larger. Perhaps she was just happy with her size or maybe she knew that John loved his spread. She was in the nice medium category of his harem and he was happy to keep her there. In either case, her hot throat was a wonderful comfort hole.

“It is so not fine that she’s hornier than me!” Sylph declared, sitting next to John’s second body. When she had heard that her Libido had been outcompeted, the concubine had taken that personally. Not in the sense that she was on bad footing with Lorelei, merely in the sense that she had since tried everything to get her own Libido up.

It was debatable whether Lorelei even was actually hornier than Sylph. Yes, the number value was higher, but Lorelei did not wear it so openly on her sleeve and she did not go into heat. To see Sylph exercise her frustrations by masturbating with one hand and directing Lorelei’s bobs with the other was hot enough that John did not bring the arguments up, though.

“Stupid, sexy, lusty nun,” the volt bunny grumbled. “Stop being so stupidly sssseeexyyyy…. Hmmm, I love, love, love the way you look when you swallow his load.” Any aggression Sylph had was entirely wiped from her face and replaced with vacant bliss. The double, meanwhile, kept pumping loads down Lorelei’s throat.

“Y’all think I gotta put a new workshop up again?” Hailey asked, as unbothered by the ongoing deepthroat as haremettes typically were.


The enigma engineer had progressed in the expected way. If there was anything noteworthy about her Stats, it was that her Libido had exploded less than Lorelei’s. At over 100, she was still one of the horniest of this bunch of nymphomaniacs now. That only seemed to manifest in the intensity of how far she was willing to go in submission and masochism, though, not in any actual change in her power bottoming ways.

“Yes,” came the answer from Rave. “I ain’t dealing with your welding stinking up the whole place again.”

“I second this motion, doubly so since we stay the month. The smell of hot metal in the air is not conducive to a relaxed atmosphere,” Aclysia added. Behind them, John placed Lee in an armchair.

Hailey sighed deeply. When those two made a decision, it was typically final in the harem. There were a few authority figures in the harem. John, himself, had the final word on practically everything. When limited to his girls, Rave was typically in charge of social questions and Aclysia of household questions. The two original members of his harem. The first and third woman he ever had sex with.

John did not like to think about the second.

There were other persons of significance, of course. Gnome broadly spoke for the elementals and, even if she kept degrading herself, Eliana had more sway over general opinion than she perhaps realized. Then there was Lydia, who assumed authority with the naturality of royalty. Nathalia was in a similar boat, as was the other redhead, currently setting up her technical equipment in a room bordering the entrance area.


Scarlett had benefitted the least from the Perk so far. The least was still about 200 levels, so it couldn’t be said that she hadn’t benefitted at all. Her Libido was the lowest out of the bunch, which likely was because she hadn’t gotten so absolutely dumb fucked on a daily basis for the past 18 days.

Her Physical Stats had also risen way less than the others. Almost everything from the Stats had gone to Spellpower and Intelligence, which was exactly where Scarlett wanted them. In that regard, she may have been the greatest beneficiary. It remained to be seen if this would change if he pounded her at the same pace as the other three.

The problem was that she just had to keep working, so they had only gotten an hour average in. John walked over to Scarlett, in the middle of her preparations, and wordlessly grabbed her by the arms. He made sure she wasn’t holding anything expensive before pulling her away from the table altogether and then shoving her against the nearest wall.

Defiant, hungry, she stared up at him, one eye covered by her thin, silky cascade of red hair. Pressing his lips on hers, he had her pinned down. John did enjoy being taller than most of his women. He enjoyed it a whole lot. He enjoyed the few that were taller or as tall as him all the more for it.

Scarlett put her hands on his chest and pushed. The struggle was difficult to take seriously when her tongue still whirled around his. Oh, sure, there was a pretension she did it to push him out, but they both knew that the challenge only existed to see what he would do in response.

The Gamer wasn’t quite playing this game right now. Pulling his head back, he whispered an order to her. “You can finish this later,” he told her. “Come to the living room, I have some announcements to make.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Fine.” The annoyance in her tone was convincing. As if she was in any hurry, in their current time dilation.

They went to the living room together and John pulled Lorelei off his double’s cock. Jack returned to being the Mandala Sphere, leaving only one Gamer in the room. Some would argue he was talking about Lee there, considering how many more gaming hours she clocked in than him. He remained the capital G Gamer though.

Once everyone was seated on the couch and John had taken in the sight of his entire, expansive harem packed tightly on the furniture, he cleared his throat. “We have 27 days of preparation now and there’s a few things I want to cover in that time,” John addressed everyone. “Point of order number 1, Lorelei, that was your last free orgasm. Until further notice, you are once more on abstinence.”

“Y-yes, Master!” Lorelei almost shouted, her tone torn between eagerness and terrible surprise. He had made no hint towards her that he would put her chastity back into place anytime soon and maybe she would have expected a more noteworthy final romp. That made it all the sweeter to see her squirm, knowing that she would get nothing else for a while.

‘It will be sweet to see just how desperate she gets with that new Libido,’ John thought. Lorelei was now a good 100 points of Libido above Nathalia during her one-year abstinence.

The memory of just how desperate the dragoness had been for cock at the end of that period was still carved in John’s mind and at least she had had the luxury of masturbating. Obviously the two were not the same, neither in character nor history, so there was no guarantee that Lorelei would react to prolonged abstinence the same way. Still, John was looking forward to just what would happen to her.

More important than the comparison was that the seer’s Libido was a ridiculous 222 points higher than before the daily pounding sessions. ‘The sudden depravation is going to do something to her and I am all in to seeing what it is going to be,’ the Gamer thought, eyes roaming over Lorelei’s exposed curves. The seer kept twitching where she sat, even more stimulated by his attention than she had been before. John wondered if she could just climax in his general presence now. ‘That would be a truly ludicrous degree of aura sensitivity.’

“EHEM!” Momo loudly cleared her throat and pulled John back to the there and then. “Other announcements, oh great and mighty perv?” she drawled sarcastically.

“Right, to continue on with Lorelei, with her increased level I regard the issue of her impending blindness solved until reasons to doubt that come to light. To the best of our knowledge, the seers were quicker to lose their second sight the weaker they were overall. She’s now, by far, the strongest seer since the Order began. If anything changes, Lorelei, you tell us immediately, and we’ll reopen the issue.”

“Thank you, John,” Lorelei responded, her tone now steady. She could still assert her serious personality over the cock worshipping nympho without any issues, it seemed.

“Onto the second point. Scarlett, if you could come here?” An eyebrow raised, the redhead walked over. As per usual, she wore her suit, a wonderful piece of black and red, harmonizing perfectly with her androgynous figure. The long hair made her features more feminine, the wide hips made it clear that there was a woman’s body under the fabric, still she was among the more unique beauties in his largely conventionally attractive harem. Even the monster girls had features that would be generally regarded as supermodel faces.

John grabbed her collar with all the speed he still had over her and tore her shirt open. The buttons were still ricocheting off the walls when he had equipped Purgatory. Fire engulfed the dragon claw. In a mixture of expert usage of claws and the Guild Perks preventing the fire from scorching his ally, the Gamer turned Scarlett's pants into ash and ribbons.

When her senses finally let her in on what was happening, she had already been reduced to a torn combination of red and black cloth up top, and nudity down below. “Take it off,” John demanded, gesturing with his head towards her ruined top.

“This stuff is hand-tailored,” Scarlett hissed and slipped out.

John grabbed the now nude redhead by the chin and just stared into her red eyes. Distantly, he could see the circuitry within her irises. Previously, it had been only visible when she had been using her powers. Now it was visible at all times, black when inactive, shimmering electric blue when in usage, upping to a whole cascade of technicolour when she truly stretched her reach.

“Cum,” he ordered her.

The protesting expression on her face was momentarily compromised when her eyes rolled up. Quivering, her legs giving and then straightening again, she swayed on the spot. Amused, John moved his hand along her spasms. It was more satisfying to see her tremble than to hold her up, in this instance.

The defiant look returned to the technomancer after a few seconds. Even though her eyebrows quivered and her throat reverberated with unsuccessfully suppressed moans, she ordained to give him a bratty glare. “Y-you feel good about that?” she stammered over her ongoing orgasm.

“Very,” John purred. To this day, the command did not work if the target wasn’t turned on enough. Most of his haremettes were turned on enough at all times, but they did not have orgasms when he did something opposite of their kinks and they certainly didn’t keep trembling for half a minute when they disliked getting their clothes ripped off.

Reaching into his inventory, the Gamer pulled out a leather collar. “Oh, very origina-“ Scarlett started, already tilting her head back so he could wrap the object around her throat. When he instead put it in her hand, the surface defiance was immediately replaced with confusion.

“I regard Hailey, Lee, and Lorelei as caught up in level, for the time being. I won’t prioritize pumping them full at the very least until after we are done with the levelling and there’s a sufficient gap. You, however, still need quite a bit of attention.” The Gamer put a thumb on her lips before she could start any backtalk. “I won’t cum inside you until you put that collar on of your own accord. Also, if I see you wear any clothes inside the house, I will edge you until you know better.”

Scarlett visibly shivered and John took his finger off her pink lips. A bit of token defiance still lay in her eyes, enough to only hold the collar tightly rather than put it on immediately. “Like I would wear clothes inside the house anyway,” she managed to find the closest thing to a believable response and then walked back to her position on the couch, hips swinging, thighs glistening.

It was true that haremettes typically didn’t wear clothes inside their Palace, but during work hours inside these time dilations? Clothes were a bit more commonplace in that time.

27 days was a wonderfully long stretch of time. Long enough to play this game with Scarlet for a bit, before she inevitably got brat broken, put the collar on, and let him do with her as he pleased for the rest of the vacation. A little bit of additional spice to all of this.

“With those two very important matters out of the way, let’s move on to the actually important matters,” the Gamer announced.