The Gamer Chapter 1563 – Windows (Patreon)


Had he been this tense? Evidently so, considering how annoyed Gaia always got when she was ignored for several days.


John had actually noticed this, but had decided not to say anything because he had expected to be wrong. That Gaia was wrong instead was not totally surprising. She had made herself fallible to allow free will and all of that, which came with its own set of drawbacks. Drawbacks that only he, who had an intricate system overseen by her, really could experience.


That, the Gamer did not have an answer to. ‘I wonder if I’ll develop a similar enthusiasm for it down the line,’ he considered. ‘Might be a manifestation of an immortal getting bored.’


‘Not my fault she wore a Gamer attractor when we first met!’ John thought and recalled Lu Zhi’s behind, clad in tight fabric and not. ‘God, how much I want to bend her over and tease her until she begs for it,’ he thought. Quickly, he returned his attention to the windows, to get through them all.


‘I am just getting showered with goodies right now,’ John thought. ‘Not that I don’t deserve it after all of that.’


Nothing to say about that one, Gaia just seemed to want to sass him.


John withdrew the eyepatch from his inventory. It was a white thing, decorated with black and golden simple patterns to break up the monotony. The cloth felt… odd in his hands and it defied Observe with a gentle rebuke. ‘Well, if it’s meant to hold back the power of the eye, it can hardly be standard magic itself,’ he thought.

“For me?” Nia asked. Like all the other haremettes, she had waited for the windows to close. The eyepatch being meant for her was a small leap from there and he handed it over with a simple confirming word.

The pariah carefully put it on. The headband part of it disappeared under her hair like it was on a lower layer in an editing software. What remained visible across her forehead rose gently from her pale skin, tilting and then broadening to cover her left eye in full. She looked so different now, with the changed hair and the eyepatch, but his Nia was his Nia.

“Better?” he asked.

As was typical for the pariah, she took a few moments before answering. Her now single blue eye rolled around, fixed on this and that, before ultimately stopping on John’s face. “More comfortable than keeping my eye closed at all times,” she confirmed.

That was as much as John could ask for.

Nia suddenly splashed water in her face. The liquid streamed off her skin like it was a hydrophobic surface. The eyepatch, while not completely refusing the water, did not get soaked. Little pearls got loosely stuck on the surface, easily made to scatter via movements. Having confirmed the properties of her new, semi-permanent, fixture, Nia then settled down next to him. Rave willingly surrendered the spot. Simultaneously, Aclysia manoeuvred Eliana to his left side.

Direct cuddles with him were the least of the things the two girls that had won them the seat deserved. Eliana got to sit in his lap, courtesy of being smaller, while Nia pampered her with scratches and kisses. John and whoever was around at any given time did the same for both. Lee was particularly attached to Nia today, and Siena decided to play the part of the doting haremette for today.

“We’re so close to getting you everything you want,” the shadow spirit whispered.

“Yessssss,” Eliana hissed with barely withheld glee.

“And you deserve every last second of satisfaction when you finally pull his gut out of his stomach.”

Eliana hummed something agreeing. “Inject that fuck-speech murder talk right into my brain folds.”

“Some men just deserve to be put in a shallow grave,” Siena continued.

John cleared his throat. “Can we talk about more pleasant things?” he gently requested. “Not that I don’t think you deserve to fantasize about sweet vengeance but… I’d rather relax and do fun things.” A pat on her thigh made it clear what he imagined. Not that there was any doubt about it in the first place.

Short consideration ended with the pretty little psycho bringing her ass up and then back down. Water was the enemy of smooth lubrication and John decided that, rather than force their way through that happenstance, to hoist her up with him onto the edge of the pool. Superhuman Libido kicked in quickly to provide all the slipperiness they needed to become one. Eliana’s plump rear rested in his lap and she sighed, “This is better.”

Nia manoeuvred herself in front, her hair soaked and sticking to her features like rivers of gold. The black and white seemed to have disappeared, although that impression did not withstand strong muster. It was present, just easily ignored, and shifting.

As Eliana undulated her wide hips, Nia leaned into a kiss. The submissive practically melted between them, her mouth sinfully pressed against that of the blank, while John twisted her nipples. Pain and gentleness mixed into a swirl that made her climax swiftly. Tight walls contracted in irregular spasms around his manhood, sending shivers through her entire body in the process.

To pin her against one of the Roman pillars around the bath and transition that first, light orgasm into a cascade that left her with glassy eyes and drooling was the natural impulse. However, the wish to just sit there and hold her tight won out. There was a time and place for everything. As much as John loved to dominate his girls in the bedroom, for now he wanted to indulge in the gentle pleasures. To ravish a woman was far from the only way a dom, or a man in general, should treat his lady.

Eliana and Nia seemed to agree, limiting their motions to the soft and the sultry. Nia soon turned her lips back to the Gamer. Although her own tongue was tasteless, John did note the trace of Eliana’s slightly metallic sweetness.

“You’re having too much fun without me,” Delicia complained, almost too sincerely to be taken as a joke – but only almost. The smug maid walked the line between obnoxious and cute, sometimes erring on this or that side, and being all the more endearing for the overall balance. It helped that she pushed her massive tits on his back.

“We can have fun without you, shortie,” Eliana shot back.

“Must feel real good that you got someone you can call that,” Delicia bantered back instantly. “Luckily, my ego isn’t tied to my size.”

“Yeah, sure it isn’t, you only talk about your fucking tits every other sentence.”

“These puppies deserve to be talked about!” Delicia answered, matching Eliana’s annoyed tone. At the same time, she pushed her enormous breasts against the back of John’s head, partly making them spill around his neck. For as pliable as those tits were, they did not neatly conform to that shape. Still, the warmth and softness was out of this world. “At least I have more character traits than ‘pain slut’.”

“Oh really, you are more than ‘smug brat’, you cuntwaffle?”

“Yes! I’m brilliant, you holes!”

“And I’m about to screw your head off your shoulders!”

“Calm,” Nia entered the conversation. Hands on both of the submissives’ shoulders, she said, “You’re both cute and small.”

“Fuck you, you creepy blonde creature!” Eliana’s words had no bite to them, too much of a barely repressed, mad giggle underlying them. To this day, when she laughed it had something manic to it. Of all the effects past torture had on her, this one John did not mind too much. Her compromised sanity was endearing, in small doses.

“Yeah, get lost, blondie!” Delicia joined in and the ‘bullying’ turned from each other to Nia. The pariah took the words and ignored them fully, instead scratching both girls under their chins. It was a surreal scene and yet a totally normal one in John’s life.

Eventually, Delicia turned her attention fully to Nia, which meant that the blonde got to be slathered in soap by the shortstack. “That’s it, just lay there and let me do what I want,” the bath maid purred, while sliding her slippery curves up and down the blank.

That Delicia turned into the local boobie-bath servant had started as half a joke and half an erotic indulgence. Aclysia had pushed her to continue with it because John enjoyed being washed like that. (What man would not?) Sticking with it, ultimately, had been the alchemist’s own decision, just like it was her decision to help with the household at large between experiments and other duties. For all of her bratty statements to the contrary, Delicia enjoyed being of service and this happened to be one she could administer particularly well.

Aclysia and Claire eventually joined in pampering Nia, Beatrice and Momo in pampering Eliana. The tantric treatments were as much soft sexual stimulation as they were cuddles and massages, making the duo putty under the trusted hands of fellow haremettes. Orgasms were usually only voiced through soft coos.

John came inside Eliana in the middle of it all, the constant shifting of her insides eventually proving too much for him. Even filling her up did little more than elicit a prolonged moan. The relaxation was too complete for the throws of ecstasy.

Removing himself from the pampering, leaving Aclysia and Claire to take turns lapping his cum out of Eliana’s pussy, the Gamer sunk back into the warm water. Rave and Lydia claimed his sides, Undine his lap. To make this comfortable for everyone involved, the slime lady assumed a form even shorter than Delicia, albeit not quite as stacked.

“Tomorrow, then?” Lydia hummed.

“Tomorrow,” John confirmed with a smile. “I’ll be engaged to two gorgeous women at the same time. Thank God, I’m not held by mundane standards.”

“Yet you do hold yourself to them, where it pleases you, my love.” Lydia’s fingers tapped up his arm. A playful gesture that made him chuckle and her smile by extension.

“Do I strike you as a common man?” The question was met with a raised eyebrow and eyes of curious steel. “Of course, I pick and choose what morality pleases me. I’m exceptional and that means I get to push the boundaries. I’m willing to risk what dispensing with common wisdom entails and I’m similarly reaping the rewards.”

“Your pride’s showing, tiger.” Rave pinched something next to his head and held it in front of him. “See?”

John gave her the benefit of the doubt and inspected her fingers for a few moments, before she turned her empty hand and booped him on the nose. “I trusted you!” he lamented.

“Ya still trust me,” Rave purred and gently nommed his shoulder. Her cat ears flicked with great amusement. Then, she did the same to Undine’s shoulder.

The slime shortstack blinked a couple of times. “You’re weird.”

“Ye,” Rave declared proudly.

“I have to ask: any revelation you got out of the recent fight?” John asked. Illuminare, her bodysuit, was supposed to provide strokes of brilliance during rest if Restorative Heat had been dealt with adequately. After the fight with Karia, John had done his duty as harem-haver and Rave certainly had rested since.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Rave purred.

“I would very much like to know. I like to know everything,” John insisted.

“But what do ya love more, knowing things or my surprises?”

“…Difficult question,” John mumbled.

“I’ll just tell ya,” Rave suddenly gave. “See, I was pondering, as a girl does, how to get Lulu in butt touching range more frequently and then, eureka, had a brilliant idea as I slept. Imma set up a few joint projects with the Mandate of Heaven about doing commerce via Taiwan.”

“That is… actually smart, yes,” John agreed.

Taiwan sat in an awkward position in the political landscape of the mundane, but for the Abyss it was a safe haven for the Mandate’s international conduct. Whereas the communist secret police apparatus made moving as an Abyssal on the Chinese mainland a bit of a hassle, Taiwan was more western in its views on personal freedoms. Moving back and forth via Mobile Barriers would allow Abyssals to move to a zone less restrictive when it came to real space interactions.

Granted, the current proliferation of Mobile Barriers made this increasingly less necessary. The great bottleneck for the global use of Mobile Barriers for trading and warfare had been the unionization of Fateweavers into a monopoly and resource restrictions. The former had undone itself thanks to Gehnigm’s actions during the Five Day War and the latter John was currently undoing. World Gems, the most sought after component, usually could only be found in Natural Barriers that had matured for a while and even then it was a rare chance. Between those that John had brought back from a Raid at one point and the Silicate Island, Fusion was diminishing that issue.

It was a slow revolution, just a couple dozen major and hundreds of minor engines per year, but that would still push the Abyss forwards. Mobile Barrier generators did not require refuelling, only occasional maintenance to make sure all the circuits and runes were still intact.

If they could then work out how to create self-sustaining lanes, which Magnus was working on, they’d be able to avoid the mundane space for practically everything. It would divide the two sides of the world further. Not that there was a much bigger divide that could be driven between mundane and magical.

“You will need my help with that, I assume?” John asked.

“If you could kinda make it sound good to her prime minister guy, that’d be much appreciated, yeah,” Rave told him. “Then we do some manoeuvring, maybe get a plot of land in Taiwan or even the Forbidden City, and after that Lulu can come visit us easily.”

Lydia just sighed, having accepted that the Heavenly Jade Empress joining the harem as the inevitability that it was. “Must I prepare myself for further surprises compromising our current stance on reducing bloat in our circle?”

“Depends on how charming Ehtra is,” Undine said. Lydia shot the water spirit a concerned glance. The shortstack-ified slime shrugged. “It is the way of these things.”

“If Ehtra does awaken,” Delicia cautioned across the room.

“If Ehtra does awaken,” Metra echoed the sentiment in a serious tone, then continued, “she will be needing a contract to act.”

“Would you want me to extend my hand?” John asked. It had been the presumption so far that he would engage in a contract with the First of Hatred, if for no other reason than having another enemy of the Lorylim at his side. Thanks to the contract, Ehtra would be able to rise to his level, Lover’s Will or not. He wouldn’t be able to give her Perks or distribute her Stats, her being a natural Metracana and all that – unless he got a Perk to change that, like he had gotten for Metra. He had another contract slot open as well, courtesy of finishing up the Metracana Master Class sometime ago.

“Yes,” the First of Wrath answered instantly. “You are my king candidate, John, albeit not... entirely legitimate. All of my kin should serve you or at least the ones I like.”

John chuckled. “And you like Ehtra?”

“Last time I met her, she was a wonderfully abrasive cunt,” Metra answered, a nostalgic smile on her face. “She’s always been of the… dedicated sort. Kind of like Siena here used to be, but focused on select individuals or organizations, rather than a broad group of ‘men that have it good.’”

Siena acknowledged the words with a frown and nothing else. Arguing that she had reformed was beneath her (and unnecessary).

“Well, let’s hope she maintained that, then,” the Gamer said, then hummed. “I suppose I should prepare myself for the eventuality. I do have some Class Levels available, so might as well.”

“Urgh,” Momo groaned in the background, while he tapped through his screens, “can’t even tell you not to bother with this one. Allies against the Lorylim are always a good idea. Just don’t flirt with her too much!”

“Can I put her in a maid uniform though?” John joked.

“HAH!” Metra laughed out loud. “That’s something I’d love to see. She was always too disdainful for sex.”

“And you were too prideful to be a sex slave, look where you ended up,” John pushed back.

Metra hummed deeply, grinning all the while. “If you can break me in, you could do the same for her, that’s true…”

“Babababa!” Momo interrupted. “Stop exciting our Master!”

“Sure, I’ll stop exciting our Master, you do that well enough.”

Momo stared across the water, stopping the constant massage of Nia for only a few moments, before it dawned on her what she had said. Blushing intensely, the fae maid harrumphed, before returning to running oiled fingers over Nia’s back.

John, meanwhile, opened up the Class he had been looking for: Monster Girl Creator. It was the successor of Metracana Master and, if there was a place to find a Perk that would extend what he had gotten to other Metracanas, it would be there.


And there it was, immediately.

The alternatives were also quite powerful. Monster Girl Master would save him a notable chunk of mana, pushing the cost reduction of his Artificial Spirits (all of which were Metracanas by the definition of a previous Perk) from 50% to 60%. In other words, it would decrease what he currently paid in mana upkeep by 20%. Really strong stuff.

Monster Girl Polish was less powerful by comparison, but it would give several of his girls access to Stat Points that they had missed out on when they upgraded from 5 to 6 points per level. More interesting here was what it would enable as follow-ups.

For now, however, he was going to pick Integrate Old Metracanas. Even if it just applied to Ehtra, it would be well worth it.

“Might as well do Disciple next,” he announced.


Prayer was plainly useless to him – a building block for a paladin or priest build, neither of which he was interested in. Community was slightly more intriguing, considering he still had one Patron God Slot available. However, Religious Text was the most intriguing. John wasn’t interested in putting an actual religious text in there. If it was just any book with up to 25’000 words, he could throw the constitution of the Federation, alongside other laws and other commonly useful knowledge in there. Granted, it wouldn’t be quite as convenient as just looking such things up via Fusion’s corner of the internet, but it would be always available.

Given stronger competition, John would have skipped out on it. Given the alternatives, he went with it.

“Not gonna use the last one?” Rave asked when he closed the windows. “Ya got three to start with, right?”

“Yes, but I’ll keep that one for Starforger. I can get to working on the next level for that one after we get back home.” Currently, he was holding out on picking the next Starforger Perk due to the associated Opportunity Cost, which was a bunch of Room Slots. Something that, as it happened, was the reward for becoming a member of the Divided Gates.


Something he very much looked forward to.