The Gamer Chapter 1576 – Integration (Patreon)

“Really? That happened?”

Those three words summarized what Ehtra thought about just about everything she had been told in the past two hours. Retelling the entirety of his life story, including the various historical events required to understand the background of it, took a lot of time. John had picked up in the middle ages, then ended his history lesson shortly after WW2, and that had still left various questions to be asked over the course of his summary of the past two years.

Now they were done though and Ehtra was left just staring at each and every member of the colourful assembly that was John’s harem (save for the two monarchs, oceans away – one of which they did keep secret from Ehtra, for now).

“And you’re all just… together? That works?”

“Yup,” Rave answered.

“For the most part,” Momo added in a dry tone. “Although somebody…” she stared blatantly at John, “…keeps forgetting what the word ‘bloat’ means.”

Ehtra let out an amused snort. “I am somehow more confused after all of that than I was at the start of your explanations,” she stated and rose from the Couch. The living room had been the most sensible location to have this talk.

Ehtra’s gaze drifted over the centre of John’s living room. What she thought about was obvious. For all of the Palace that was fantastical, the living room was almost modest. Single room, open kitchen, wooden floor, plaster and stone for walls – none of that was in any way cheap, but it did not go as far as a ruler’s dwellings could go. It was the attached bedroom and the bath that were more on the luxurious side of things, neither of which Ehtra had seen so far.

What she thought about was obvious. What she actually thought about the room’s relative simplicity, however, she kept to herself. “I’m free to go where I please, yes?” she asked yet again.

“Yes. You’re no slave here – unless you’re into that sort of thing.” John got half a second of a suave smile before Momo pinched his cheek and pulled.

“I’m so, so sick of you! URGH!” the fairy maid stated and brought a second one of herself into reality to pull at his other cheek as well. A third grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “Can – you – not – for – five – days?!”

While John was given the kind of torture he most certainly enjoyed, he did catch Ehtra turning as bright red as her brown complexion allowed. “You insolent cretin, who do you-“ She stopped herself there, crossing her arms over her breasts and just growling. “I will not be your slave, pretend or otherwise! You insist on giving me liberty as your servant and I shall do as I please – you, maid creature!”

“Aclysia,” the black dragon maid introduced herself. “Please remember my name. It was given to me by my Master and I insist on its usage.”

Ehtra gave a sharp nod. “Our master has allowed me the use of this uniform, but I understand that you are the head of the servant staff?”

“This is correct.”

“Am I accepted among your ranks or shall I remove the uniform of your venerable station?”

“A most appreciated question and one that I shall answer in full after further evaluation by the current maid cadre has run its course. Due to your initial respect for the station, you shall be allowed to maintain it.” Aclysia paused for a moment. “Could you state John’s title a few times?”

Raised eyebrow aside, Ehtra complied without question. “Master – master – master – master.”

The plain way she spoke it made Aclysia sigh. “I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to realize his grandeur immediately…” the first maid muttered to herself. “I understand you would want me to show you around the household and its maintenance?”

“If you can spare the time.” Ehtra half turned to the First of Wrath. “I’d appreciate it if you did the sisterly thing and showed me around while I get acclimated.”

“First time for everything,” Metra answered.

“Indeed.” Ehtra’s tone was sharp but there was a little smile around her lips. She did have a rough surface, but she also seemed to be able to pull back before getting too much on anyone’s nerves. Unless she wanted to, considering initial interactions.

“If I may weigh in, you are a student of justice as well?” Nightingale chimed in. Ehtra gave that a moment of thought.

“I’m a punisher of the wicked. Whether you believe Lady Vengeance is just or not depends on where you are standing at the time.”

“I am interested in discussing the matter. You will have interesting insights,” the goddess of the night requested.

“I would also ask that you show her around Nightfall.” John had managed to calm the trio of Momos on top of him for long enough to talk again. “Her ability to sense traitors will be of great value. It’ll also be the best way to integrate her into our anti-Lorylim strategies.” John locked eyes with the First of Hatred. “I assume you’re willing to engage with the kind of danger that being part of the deep strike task forces brings?”

“Gladly,” Ehtra growled.

John nodded, then turned back to Aclysia. “I leave her general integration to you. Gale, you see to it that Ehtra is shown the ropes of the military. Metra, you catch up with your sister.”

“I’ll consider it,” Metra joked, even as she got up. “Let’s go for a walk around the Guild Hall.”

“Appreciated,” Ehtra answered and the two ancient weapons headed for the door. Metra went out first. For a few seconds, the abrasive maid stopped in the doorframe. “I should say that you can enact your desires in front of me. I’m used to kings taking what they want.” She glanced back for a moment and took a demonstrative whiff of the room. “You all reek of lust.”

“You heard her!” Sylph declared and immediately zapped over to John. The additional Momos reverted to being Firefae, giving the bunny girl the space to remove the Gamer’s pants in a flash.

John was already hard and his cock, once freed from the confines of his underpants, smacked down on Sylph’s face. Instantly the smile on the air spirit’s face was swallowed up by the blank look of utter depravity. One inhale of his musk and the heat kicked in.

Ehtra had a short look at his cock. Long enough to be more than just passing interest, but too short to be anything to read into. The First of Hatred pulled the door closed behind herself. Sylph stuffed his cock down her throat and began to bob at a rapid speed.

“Seriously though!” Momo complained. “Five days, please?”

“I pledge to not make a move on her for at least five days,” John promised, his voice slightly strained from having to deal with Sylph going full speedster nymphomaniac on his cock. He had to deal with that first.

About seven minutes of incredibly rough pounding later, there was one semi-comatose Sylph twitching on the couch and one Eliana between her legs making sure all of the cum inside the air spirit wasn’t spilled on the ground. Afterwards, he felt a little better.

“I won’t even try to deny I won’t be tempted – I already am,” John told Momo specifically and the rest of the room by proxy. Momo and Lydia had elected themselves as the gatekeepers of who and when he was and was not allowed to woo. “But I absolutely know the arguments. Unless someone literally presents her to me on a silver platter, I won’t make a move on Ehtra for a little while.”

The attention of the room shifted from the harem-addict to the harem-enabler. “I ain’t doing anything this time around,” Rave stated.

The other women in the room looked at her like they looked at John whenever he claimed he wasn’t going to flirt with a dangerous and adorable woman or when he said he could take care of his laundry, if he wanted to.

“I’m serious!” Rave insisted. “This ain’t a Lulu situation! There’s no need for me to be pushy, we got all the time. Don’t think she’s the type I can push around anyhowzels. Sensually bully-banter? Definitely. If I’d push her into a dance, she’d just walk away though. I think.”

“Less of a question of will than a question of opportunity then?” Undine pointed out.

Rave shrugged and casually crawled over to Sylph. “Lulu kinda felt like she belonged here. Not that sure about Ehtra yet.” After those words, she joined Eliana in licking his cum out of the air spirit’s agape pussy.

John felt his cock twitch at the sight of common eroticism, but put his pants back on regardless. He still had work to do today and the proper place to get further service would therefore be his office. “I’ll grab something to eat and then get back into the paperwork mines.”

“There are sliced bell peppers in the fridge, Master. Alternatively, I just baked rye bread.”

The bread sounded fantastic. John went to the oven and cut himself a thick slice. He didn’t put anything on it. A fresh, warm, and still slightly moist piece of dark bread was more than flavourful enough on its own.

While he enjoyed his munching, the gathering of haremettes dissolved. Some joined him in the kitchen, others bundled up with Rave and Eliana for an afternoon orgy. The maids chatted among themselves. “Lee, I will trust you with showing her the ropes,” Aclysia said.

“Me?” the junior housekeeper asked. “Really? Why?”

“Because it will be as much a learning experience for you as for her,” Aclysia stated. “Claire, I will leave it to you to properly integrate her into the security measures.”

“Affirmative,” the vampire maid answered with a nod.

“Anything specific for the rest of us?” Delicia asked, pointing at her own face, then Beatrice and Momo.

“I have no specific instructions for you at this time.”

“Request: may I see if she is suitable as a secretary?”

“You would trust her with the importance of our John’s paperwork?”

“I wish to see if she possesses the suitable temperament to do so,” Beatrice clarified. “Should she not display the required traits or be untrustworthy in her conduct, she shall have no place in Master’s office.”

John left the room to the sound of further deliberations. The maids could be trusted with putting his life straight, no need for him to get involved. ‘Interesting what autonomy I am willing to give up,’ he thought to himself. ‘Can’t stand it when someone plans what to do during a meeting without telling me, but my entire private life? Basically all in the hands of my women.’ He considered all that was typical about human relationships, or at least the parts that were often talked about. ‘Guess that’s one of the normal things about my love life.’

He reached the teleporter room within a couple of steps. It made absolutely no sense, considering it was several doors removed from his own apartment, but the dimensions of the Palace had stopped making sense a while ago. All he had to do was head in the generally correct direction, and even if he went the wrong way, it would just take him longer to get there.

‘I wonder what happens if someone who has no idea where they are wanders the Palace?’ John thought to himself, as he emerged in his office.

He heard the grumbling of Momo and the clacking of her keyboard through the ajar door of her office. Poking his head in, he checked on the wonderful scene of twenty-odd Momos flying and walking about the spacious office, checking, sorting, and writing files.

“Out!” one of the cute chancellor’s Fae Maids told him, pushing him back into the break room connecting their offices.

John put up as much fake resistance as the gentle shove warranted, then turned to his own room. He walked through the door to find Salamander and Scarlett waiting for him. “Finally,” the latter stated and put back the folder she had been scanning in the meantime.

“It couldn’t have taken me more than two minutes after you left,” John pointed out.

“So now we have 58 minutes left.” Scarlett put a hand on her naked hips. Of course both of his work time companions had already stripped.

Salamander was already vanishing under the table and the second redhead soon followed. John sat down in his specialized chair. The pants were gone with the click of a button, leaving the duo to kiss the sides of his shaft. “You know, I’m pretty sure you reading government documents is a case of high-class corruption.”

“Says fucking who?” Scarlett asked.

“The parliament,” answered the Gamer. The law makers, pleasingly, had gotten bolder with their usage of power and had begun to pass laws and acts without him having to hold their hands all the time. On one hand, it was bothersome to have his nation grow quicker than he could keep up with, on the other, people were gradually getting used to the new form of governance he had imposed on them. Fusion’s dire lack of administrators was getting solved day by day, as work experience was accrued and ways to do things formalized.

“Parliament,” Scarlett rolled her eyes, “you know they will stab you in the back eventually, yes?”

Salamander asked what John wanted to, “I thought you were against John doing the whole king thing?”

“I’m slightly against it,” Scarlett stated. “You lose something valuable when power hierarchies are cemented absolutely. Even if he’s just pretending to be a republican head of state, it’s worth something.” The redhead took a moment to give the head of his cock a kiss. “They will still betray you eventually. They can’t not. It’s the nature of power, but if you were king, they’d just do it in secret instead of via vote.”

John got where she came from with that. “Yeah, just the nature of power,” he agreed with a sigh, then put a hand on her silky red head. “For now, how about I remind you of your place?” The question caused a challenging spark to appear in Scarlett’s red eyes. He pushed her down on his cock until her pink lips met his groin. “Good girl,” he hummed and rolled forwards, boxing the two redheads into the leg compartment.

Then he got to paperwork.