The Gamer Chapter 1473 – 27 Days of Preparation 26 – Going Along and Adjusting Backwards (Patreon)

Day 16 of the grinding.


Five levels acquired over the course of five days. Pretty terrible performance, especially since he had no interesting Loot to show for it either. Interesting by his standards anyway. There were a bunch of items that would suffice as gifts or for showcases.

Progress was made regardless, enough for him to get his next Perk.


Those were all terribly dull. Arrangements might as well not have afforded him any bonus at all. With his memory, it would take him being immensely drunk or under some other kind of influence for him to forget he had made a contract. ‘Actually, that would do wonders for my paranoia,’ the Gamer reconsidered his opinion.

For the other two, Leader was out by default. John continued to have a dislike for Perks and abilities that modified people’s behaviour magically, so he wouldn’t touch even such a slight bonus. It might lead down the rabbit hole of him being able to force his subjects to jump off a roof. Not a power he wanted to have, Claire was bad enough in that regard.

Bronze Tongue was a boring old Stat increaser and also what he would go with. It wasn’t an impressive amount of Charisma (just 2, actually, because it would replace the previous Copper Tongue bonus), but between those three it was objectively the most useful. Arrangements was only good for paranoia and because it might unlock other contract stuff down the line. Which would definitely make it a consideration if it showed up again.

Selection made, John checked his Character Sheet again.


Always fun to see his EXP tick up live. “Good work down there,” he said and closed the window. Behind it, three Momos were busy lavishing his cock with licks and kisses. Prime Momo was at the centre, of course, eagerly spreading every drop of his precum all over her mouth and throat by bobbing up and down. The other two were kissing his thighs and the sides of his shaft when it was exposed. It was a veritable heaven of attention.

The right Momo raised her head to give a stammering rebuttal, “S-shut up!” while the true one kept bobbing without a care in the world, eyes rolled up. “Just cum already, u-Aaah!” She had meant to groan, no doubt. Instead, she moaned, John putting a hand on her head and forcing her to remain all the way down. Both of her side bodies bit their lower lip, watching herself be pinned to his groin.

“I cum too quickly, you complain, I take my time, you complain – what time is appropriate for using you, hm?” John asked.

“8 to 10 minutes,” Momo immediately supplied an answer.

“Cum.” The simple word had all three of her erupt in loud gasps. Slender curves trembled, hands held onto his thighs for support, as Momo’s hips rose and fell, almost involuntarily riding the dildos John had Possessed. Vibrating inside her three cunts, they turned the commanded orgasm into the start of a chain. Tongues lolled out, the two side Momos slumped forward, now fully leaning against his spread legs for support. The true body of the fairy maid gently moved left to right while remaining a sheath for his entire cock. “Give me the right answer. What is the appropriate time for using you?”

“8 to…. to 10… m-minu-“ the right Momo stammered, interrupted by repeated shivers. John was sliding in and out of all three of her holes. Flexible Possession dildos were no secondary cocks, but they sure could achieve a lot. “However long Master wants!” Momo finally broke.

“Good girl,” John complimented her. Following a whim, he dragged Momo off his cock. Happily giggling, the surrendering brat just let him throw her on the couch. Grabbing her knees, he put her thick thighs together. The crevice between the overabundant meat of her legs served as a warm and lubricated hole.

Fucking her thighs was more than enough to finish him off. After just a few seconds, he pressed hard against them. The tip of his cock emerged on the other side, spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum covering Momo’s flat midriff. The first couple of streams made it all the way to her flat chest, the white adorning the pale pink nipples. On the rest of her colourless curve, the absurd amount of cum barely stood out. It was enough, however, that Momo found it on herself, the two additional bodies licking it all off.

The fairy maid was beyond all awkward feelings when it came to her doubles by now. She was using them with much greater intimacy between them than John did, which was just another one of those men versus women things (in his opinion). If he would have used another one of himself to lick the pussy juices of a haremette off his fingers, that was weird to him. If Momo made out with herself to swap cum back and forth, that was just hot.

Whether the male-female difference here was that it wasn’t hot when guys did it or him not finding it hot when guys did it was… not really debatable, it was obviously the latter. If he asked, he would probably find several haremettes that either didn’t mind or could find the sight attractive. If he was bi, he definitely wouldn’t have cared.

‘Weird post-nut-clarity thoughts,’ the Gamer told himself and gave the fairy maid a kiss on the forehead, before getting off the couch. She would clean herself and then them, consciously or by telling one of the Fae Maids to do it in their ‘independent’ mode.

John had a lot of free time at the moment. An unusual feeling, especially in a grinding barrier. The Creator Puppet was doing the grinding and that left his other two bodies with no other task than to get Class Challenges done and do government work. There was only something left to do in the former regard and only because he had gotten the last Negotiator level literal minutes ago.

Which meant he was doing very little besides gaming and hanging out with his women. When he wasn’t busy grinding some video game, he was bending a supremely horny bombshell over any piece of furniture around, or getting bathed, or getting fed the kind of meat that cost other people a month’s salary.

It was exactly the kind of decadent life that most men dreamed of experiencing at least for a day.

Naturally, John loved every second of it.

Not unconditionally. If this had been all that had been to his life, he might have gone insane from the pure boredom that being endlessly basked in luxuries brought. Humans weren’t built for an existence without challenges, especially not him. A man didn’t go build a nation because he was satisfied sitting in bed and getting his cock sucked.

Considering the stress would return soon enough, he took this stretch of paradise for all it was worth.

When he came across Aclysia and Undine in the hallway, he stepped up to them without a second’s hesitation. They acknowledged him with nods and smiles, then continued their conversation. “Has it been that bad recently?”

“I would say that Claire has been dragging you more towards the obsessive side recently, yes,” Undine affirmed something she must have said before he entered the conversation. “I fully understand intense emotions are difficult to contain.”

“That is no excuse, just an explanation,” Aclysia said, causing the slime girl to nod. The weaponized maid let out a thoughtful sigh, playing with her fingers all the while. “Perhaps Claire and I are amping each other up too much? John, what do you think of this?”

John gave that a moment’s thought. He had an opinion formed on this that was worth reiterating. Even if they both remembered the last conversation they had on the matter, it was valuable to refresh unchanged opinions in new circumstances. “I’m with Jane on this, you’ve been drifting a bit towards the crazy recently. I love that side of you, I love everything about you.” Aclysia’s smile spread into a wide grin. “I want you to be your best self, however.” He put a hand on her back. “And I don’t think your best self is centred entirely around me.”

Aclysia’s grin broke and slowly receded to a dignified smile. There it stayed, while she thought about this. “I have come a long way, haven’t I?” the weaponized maid thought out loud. “It feels odd sometimes, that I am a continuation from that same being that grew by eating discarded metal scrap.”

“Such is the experience of living,” John agreed. Sometimes he thought back to when he was a child and it felt odd to consider that he had once been too afraid to make a one metre jump between two rocks. It was more a memory of another life than the memory of who he was now.

Aclysia put a hand on her chin. As she pondered, her index finger tapped on her cheek. Eventually, consciously or unconsciously, the tip of her digit came to land on the little mole under her lip every time. John was so enticed by the elegant curve of her jawline, he forgot to listen when she said something.

“Sorry, what was that?” he asked.

Aclysia chuckled. Three little laughs, as pure as a ringing bell. His first maid had such a beautiful voice when she was happy. “I think I should attempt to rein in my excesses,” she finally said. “I do have a responsibility to remain the responsible one among us rightfully obsessed women.”

John gave her an encouraging backrub. He would have accepted whatever decision she would have made, but this was definitely among his preferred outcomes. Aclysia was most beautiful when she was dignified. That the crazy existed under the surface, enough of it to make her dangerous, that was an added bonus. The spiciness that really brought out the flavour, so to say.

Turning towards him, Aclysia puckered her lips and received a kiss as her reward. Undine tugged John’s wrist afterwards, the goth slime woman giving him the kind of pout that no man could resist. Once his lips met hers, the maid hugged his arm, humming wantonly. Back and forth like this, for ten straight minutes.

“Alright, alright,” John had to put a stop to it, if only because his erection was starting to feel like a honey-coated banana. They moved from the hallway into the nearest bedroom, which happened to be less than five steps from their current position. Spatial awareness was a skill that went out of the window when kisses were demanded.

In the one person bed, a playful fight broke out over who got to be on top of John. A fight that he decided by putting his hands on Undine’s hips and pulling her on top of him. The satisfaction of seeing his cock slide deeper into her through the translucent, deep blue slime that made up all of her was as intense as ever.

Aclysia laid down next to him and put her head down on his shoulder, playing with his smooth chest while the slime woman gyrated her hips according to the well-understood rhythm of their shared lust. “So, I can expect you to not go murder people next time they insult me?” John asked.

“Well, let’s not overstate what ‘being reasonable’ means.” Aclysia’s fingers wandered up and down the path of his collarbones. “I’ll be less… volatile. It should come naturally to me. I used to be more controlled, no reason I cannot assert that control again.” She kissed the corner of his jaw. She did it a second, then a third time. “I like that my life is about you, Master,” she whispered in his ear. “You are right, though. My life’s mission and who I am need not be the same.”

“As long as you’re happy.” John smiled at her and ran a hair through her silky white hair. “For what it’s worth, it is hot when you and Claire go all ‘precious Master’ on me.”

“Do not encourage her,” Undine crooned, her voice swinging with the sweet melody of a woman satisfied. A dangerous addition to the crystal-clear trill of her voice. “We just convinced her of the road to betterment.”

“It was not a hard sell.” Aclysia pouted playfully, putting a hand on the pronounced swing of her hip.

“How is the maid academy going, by the way?” John changed the topic. There was little more to discuss on the topic of craziness or lack thereof. Actions would have to speak from this point onwards.

“Splendidly. It has grown more and less popular since I clarified that the previous expectation of serving as your personal maids on request has been rescinded.”

John chuckled at that. Back when the maid academy had first started, Aclysia had made it a point that she encouraged the students and teachers to consider a physical relationship with him. Since casual sex with people outside the harem was now off the list, such encouragement needed an obvious correction. For many of the prospective maids, that was a pressure gone; for others, it was the disappointment of knowing they wouldn’t get that chance.

“Always good to hear when a project takes shape.” John turned as much as he could with the gently gyrating hips of the surprisingly toned slime girl on top of him, and caressed the smooth skin of Aclysia’s shoulder. How a joint could be this attractive was a mystery only his subconscious could answer. “You still teaching there?”

“Rarely. I couldn’t schedule my classes properly, so I primarily run spontaneous extra credit activities. Household surprises, I call them.” Aclysia shook her head, a smile on her head. “One never knows when Sylph and Salamander next have a chocolate melting fight, or something of comparable calibre. The stains…”

“Is that… a frequent problem?” John asked. He had never heard of or noticed anything like that.

Keeping the diligent smile, Aclysia scratched him under the chin. “Let that be my worry, Master,” she purred. “There are a great many little accidents that happen over the course of a week. I shall clean them all, so your life may be as smooth as it can be.”

“You really are the best,” John whispered and shared another kiss with her. While their tongues danced, his hand travelled to Undine’s thigh. Squeezing her was always fascinating. She was all squish, without the underlying bone, and that made it simultaneously all the more wonderful and enticingly alien. It was like her entire body had the consistency of big boobs and a bubble butt – two assets the black-marked water spirit possessed in addition to the rest of her elastic liquidity. “Anything else?” he asked the weaponized maid.

“I was contemplating a return to secretary work,” Aclysia confessed. “The Island of Servitude is operating largely without my input. I provide finances and advertisement. When it comes to administration and the daily operations, I am not needed anymore.”

“Ever going to move to tuitions?” John asked.

“No. This is my personal project. Many of the students are orphans or otherwise destitute… although maybe I can work something out with Beatrice to give them scholarships while charging the richer attendants.” Aclysia was thinking out loud at this point.

The three limiting factors for entering the maid academy were that the attendants had to have an interest in maid-work, be female, and at least of average attractiveness. An exclusive academy, certainly, but John did not mind. If higher and specialized education was to mean anything, it had to be exclusive along some lines. Important was only that, if anyone wanted to open a school for butlers or without the aspect of attractiveness in the admission, they were not prevented from doing so. The free market of ideas, goods and services and all of that.

Since coming from wealth wasn’t a limiting factor, the maid academy actually was a way out of poverty for the people that Aclysia accepted. It was a maid academy, but the skills conveyed there were applicable to many situations, especially since general education was also part of it. Many of those that entered would leave with knowledge for a high paying occupation. They could apply as a maid or they could become chefs, engineers, alchemists, or whatever else they spent their years studying.

There was a moral argument to be made that siphoning attractive orphans off the street and putting them into a servant occupation was shady. Thankfully, Fusion offered more than one path out of destitution, so that point lost basically all of its weight. Those that attended the academy were those that truly had an interest in the field.

“Did you take that deal from the Order, by the way?” John asked. Lorelei had suggested to Aclysia that perhaps a couple of the lesser seers could stay in the academy to teach about the faith and to make sure new admissions weren’t lying about their intentions. The plus was that it would reduce dropout rates to zero, the minus was that there would doubtlessly be preaching – a mild issue for an academy that had more than a few classes on the ways to please and be pleased.

“Still contemplating,” Aclysia responded.

A kiss under his eye let John know the weaponized maid was done talking about herself. That turned the Gamer’s attention to the slime girl that had been occupying herself with the slow loving of a patient woman. “What brought on your interest in seeing Aclysia calm anyway?” he asked.

“Worry.” Undine put her hands behind her butt. Tits pushed out, glistening smooth midriff taut, she rocked back and forth. John could literally see her liquid folds sliding along his cock, the love tunnel she had created darker and lighter depending on the density of the local crevices in the sensitive slime. “Claire needs an example of reasonable obsession. She is masking it well, but she is still new to this world. I’m afraid she may do something unbecoming if they keep amping each other up. Murder a journalist, for example.”

“I’m sure Aclysia wouldn’t have let it come to that,” John said confidently.

Undine stopped moving and gave him a deadpan stare. Shrugging and smiling enigmatically, the Gamer refused to get any deeper into it. Then she moved her gaze over to Aclysia. Green eyes avoided the golden glare of the abysstide elemental. Sighing melodically, she resumed the ride. “I suppose she won’t,” Undine stated.

John’s hand journeyed from her thigh up to her soft breasts. The large mounds were a carefully crafted balance between a firmness flesh couldn’t have kept at that size and slumping to such a degree that they looked every bit as real as those of a human woman. “Anything you have to report?”

“I want to have more threesome-orgies with you and Momo,” Undine confessed immediately.

That could certainly be arranged.