The Gamer Chapter 1583 – Birthday John 7 – Group 6 (Patreon)

John was filled with an odd sense of nostalgia, seeing the penultimate group of haremettes wait for him back at the Palace. Eliana, Nathalia and Aclysia, a trio that once had made up the majority of his active harem, before the elementals tended to be corporeal 24/7, and that had been with him for quite a long time by now.

None of the three had decided to change up their usual outfit. Eliana was in her combination of robe and leather, Nathalia covered skimpily by her scales, and Aclysia remained in her maid uniform. John did not have to ask any of them why they did not change. Eliana was never sure what to wear, so she had picked old and reliable on instinct. Nathalia hated clothes and decided she looked best all-natural anyway. Aclysia simply believed that her maid outfit was the cutest thing she could wear. She wasn’t wrong.

“I think she’s fucking weird,” Eliana stated immediately after the previous dates had left.

John immediately knew she was talking about Ehtra. Seemed that Rave had spilled the beans, so now he was getting the answers without directing the conversation there. “You think most people are weird.”

“People somehow like me; of course they are fucking weird!” Eliana responded, earning herself a pinch to the cheek.

“Some of the other girls think she’ll be like you and fill the emptiness inside with whatever I put in front of her, value system wise.”

“Oh, she isn’t as fucked as I was when I did… the thing,” Eliana said. “She’ll definitely latch onto whatever the fuck it is you do to keep this whole place running and prosperous, though. I agree with that.”

“For my part, I don’t care much about her,” Nathalia weighed in, arms crossed under her breasts. “I have no strong feelings one way or another. She is attractive. That’s about all I know for certain.”

“What Master desires, Master shall be granted,” Aclysia put that statement first, before continuing, “On the topic of my personal interest in her, I delight in how eager and able she is regarding household questions. I sense that she is worthy of being one of your maids… among all levels of analysis.”

‘Which includes the submissiveness again,’ the Gamer thought. “We’ll see, thanks for your input.” They did not linger on the topic of Ehtra further. By now, John had been given nearly two dozen opinions and little new was coming of it. “Anywhere you want to go?”

“The Sex Dungeon, but we are several hours early on that,” Nathalia declared and let out a long sigh. “My envy goes to the previous group, but I do not want to waste away time that’s supposed to be wholesome on intercourse.”

“Wow, Nathy skipping on the fucking, now I’ve heard it all.” Eliana giggled. The giggle turned into a mad cackle. Her voice did that manic up and down of the unstable. It was dangerous, endearing, dangerously endearing and endearingly dangerous.

“I can be… restrained.” The person she wanted to convince the most seemed to be herself. John followed Nathalia’s ongoing efforts to turn herself into a better person with great interest. Not just because she was his haremette, but also from the perspective of the unbiased observer. It was always endearing to see someone so flawed make the effort to become less so. “Stop looking at me like that, John, or I will shove those eyes somewhere they don’t bother me!” a thoroughly flustered goddess declared.

‘Well, some things will never change,’ John thought and smiled happily at the redhead. Letting out a frustrated sound, Nathalia blushed even harder, and scratched the back of her head. Her voluminous hair shifted under the awkward gesture.

“Should have killed you when I had the chance,” she grumbled and turned her gaze towards the sea. “Last year this day I wasn’t around…”

“Yeah,” John kept his answer short. It was when Nathalia had still kept herself secluded, only breaking that through an avatar participating in the orgy of that day. It was completely different to having her here, in the flesh.

“Now you are present.” Aclysia ended the awkward silence by putting an arm around the redhead. “Capable of enjoying this most wonderful of days with the rest of us, a celebration of John still being alive for us all.”

“Laying it on thick today, aren’t you, stabby maid?”

“I haven’t stabbed anyone in… Oh, it has only been a few days, hasn’t it?” Aclysia put a hand on her forehead and shivered, as if warding against a headache. “I apologize, memories of the confrontation with the assailants remain quite foggy.”

“Wish I had that fucking excuse each time I go on a rampage.”

“Honestly, at this point, Aclysia has gone on more rampages than you,” the Gamer commented drily. Now it was the maid’s turn to blush. Clearing her throat in a deliberately girly fashion, the weaponized maid tried to distract from the frigid wrath that she so readily gave into at times.

“It is not a pretty sight, I admit, albeit entirely justified in order to cull your enemies,” Aclysia stated.

John did not find himself disagreeing with that. “I just find it amusing that you are more prone to, arguably less destructive, bouts of berserker rage than the literal goddess of genocide.”

“Yeah, way to fucking go, frigid cunt,” Eliana stated, only to immediately add, “Fuck, was that too mean? Shit, fuck, man, how the fuck am I still so bad at this?”

“The permanent residence of your foot in your mouth is already taken into account,” Aclysia remarked.

“HAH! That’s a way to say that I am charismatically retarded.”

“Before we get stuck like Group 4, want to answer my question about where to go?” the Gamer suggested.

A short discussion followed which ended with them going to the room with the teleporters and popping over to a corner of the Hudson Barrier.

The difference in weather was notable, but not extreme. Outside the Guild Hall, the day was overcast. It had rained overnight, depressing the temperature further. The air was humid. It all balanced out to make their generally lofty choice of attire fitting for the temperatures. John was still running around in his swimming trunks alone.

As for the area of the Hudson Barrier they were in, it was the very south of Fusion’s capital. Officially, this was part of the park that bordered on the east of the area designated for family friendly housing. Here and there, however, the areas were not yet in use. The claiming of the copied areas of the Big Apple continued at a steady pace, people moving to Fusion’s capital and getting the old buildings out in favour of new ones that weren’t as claustrophobic.

New York City was a city of millions. The Hudson Barrier was barely in the ten-thousands. The demand for efficient space usage was simply not the same. There were entire square kilometres where nobody lived. It would stay that way, most likely, for a generation or two.

Certain areas of the Hudson Barrier had been flattened in preparation for building projects for those that were assigned any of the many open lots. Others were taken over by industrial complexes or reservations for the races that required a specific environment to be comfortable, such as elves. The latter changes were concentrated in specific areas. The former started from the inside and gradually spread out. Few people wanted to live at the very edge of the Hudson Barrier, where no parts of the infrastructure reached and from where they had to commute to where the jobs were. Growth primarily happened along the main roads and the shore.

The part of the city they were in was completely silent. Suburbs plastered this part of the city in single-house properties that belied John’s earlier thoughts regarding efficient space usage. “I hate to say it, but American cities are a mess,” he complained. “All of this is infinitely sprawled out. You need a car to get everywhere and why? Because you need to make roads and enough parking spots for all your cars! It’s the worst.”

“And who is to blame for it?” Eliana asked.

“I honestly don’t know,” the Gamer responded, to the surprise of his three dates. “I haven’t exactly had much of a reason to read up on it. If I had to take a guess, the typical two bad actors: giant corporations pushing for an infrastructure that suits them best and idiotic government boards that would believe the most efficient way to open a bag of crisps is to do it on both ends simultaneously.”

“Sounds about right, fucking greedy cunts and inept bureaucrats, the bane of everything fun!”

“Makes me wonder why you let either run around,” Nathalia pointed out.

“My John certainly has most understandable reasons.”

“It’s because Hailey is right when it comes to politics,” the Gamer stated. “There’s doubtlessly better and worse systems to run a country, but when it comes down to it, the most important factor is really the quality of the people that live in the system. You can design the most brilliant machinery ever, but you’re not going to build lasting cogs with cardboard.”

“Makes sense and I want to change the fucking topic because politics is ass and not the kind you want to salivate at,” Eliana declared. “…It’s most of your fucking day these days, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” John rolled his neck. “But no, also not. I get enough interruptions to say that being a politician is like a half-time job. I’m putting out all other kinds of fires. There will come a day, though, when all of the current changes we’re causing settle and we just… do nothing notable for months on end.”

“I believe cumming my brains out on a daily basis is quite noteworthy,” Nathalia pushed back.

“Also breeding! Me, specifically, breed me!”

“Topic change!” John demanded. “I’m not getting stuck on this again. I’ll get horny as hell and we’re keeping that for later.”

The group circled around a broad hedge that had, in the absence of caretakers, expanded massively. The Hudson Barrier was over a year old by this point and the wildlife was steadily reclaiming the areas. Cement and stone held, for now, while former gardens spread into each other. Quite a few plants had withered away, unable to survive without the hand of a homeowner, others were rapidly taking over. What was almost as interesting as that development was accounting for what kind of plants had made it into the Illusion Barrier.

“When an Illusion Barrier is made, plants get copied over as functioning organisms, correct?” Aclysia asked.

John nodded, then explained further. Aclysia, in the first place, had only asked to hear him talk. It was a game they had been playing since she had gotten smart enough to coax answers out of him. “That’s what we believe, although it’s not as simple. Usually, environmental aspects that get copied over can’t be taken out of an Illusion Barrier. If you copied and dug up truffles, you couldn’t just take the copy out with you and create more and more truffles that way.”

Eliana snapped off a dead branch of a withered plant that had been growing in a pot on a copied veranda. “You think if I went out with this, I would leave empty handed?”

“I don’t know,” the Gamer answered honestly. “At which point is an Illusion Barrier no longer just a temporary stay? When I asked Lee about it, she asked, ‘how many grains of sand make a heap?’”

“So, there is no answer.”

“None that us mortals can comprehend. Either Gaia has an incredibly elaborate system that is too complicated for us to fully work out or she decides it on a whim.”

“You know what I decide on a whim?” Eliana asked, only to throw herself at John.

The impact was so sudden and unexpected, the tiny bundle of mad cackling actually managed to topple him over. Landing in the tall grass, John managed to laugh, before the pretty little psycho pushed her lips on his. Occurrences like this were rare, but not quite as uncommon as some people may believe. Eliana’s slavishness was mostly limited to the bedroom.

Her tongue darted out and John met it in kind. It was among the kisses that their position changed. Subtly at first, Eliana ceded more and more of the control to him, then suddenly when he turned her on her back. Their kiss parted, only so John could gaze deep into her amethyst eyes.

Like shattered crystal, the fragmented surface of her inhuman irises met him. One eye sported a golden ring crossed by six lines. The other was crossed by only one. In both, the positions not taken by lines were marked by dots instead. The gold around her black pupils gently rotated. It was all infinitely interesting.

Blades of grass rustled as Aclysia and Nathalia settled down to either side of them. The tall redhead reached over, to pull demandingly on his chin. “…May I…?” she asked, when their lips were only a paper’s thickness apart.

“This is the last thing you need to be humble about,” the Gamer assured her and then put his lips on hers. Hot, she opened up for him. Her long fingers ran through his hair. Her face radiated with a different kind of heat. So many kisses of passion had been coaxed out of these lips over the millennia, but when it came to kisses of love, those only he and his harem could claim. She was their Nathalia now, no one else’s, no matter what sordid past she had had.

“Master,” Aclysia whimpered from the other side, gently tugging on his arm. Nathalia broke the kiss before he could and turned John’s face to his maid. He needed no further convincing to prove his love to another one of his haremettes.

Eager arms wrapped around him. The maid’s thoughts flared up in pink and bright red, radiating a love too deep to be ever understood in its entirety. It took hold of her as much as the situation and yet still the way their tongues wrestled was almost modest. Almost. One couldn’t be entirely up to the wholesome standard with a maid so ready to give everything she had in every second she existed to him and him alone.

Although it wasn’t quite him alone.

Three pairs of arms pulled John down into the grass. Before he knew it, he had three heads on his chest. Eliana lay on top of him, Nathalia and Aclysia in his arms. The four of them gazed up at the sky. It was a cloudy sight, but what their eyes saw mattered so much less than what their hearts beat for.

“Is it just me or does that one look like a fucking rat?” Eliana asked and pointed at one of the clouds.

“Huh, I can see it,” the Gamer stated. “And now I am wondering if Richard is pulling a voyeur on us.”

“If he is, I will remind him to mind his business,” Nathalia stated.

“Do you two keep in contact at all?” John wondered. “I never quite got what your relationship is, besides friendly.”

“We are friends of such a depth that keeping in contact becomes a bother,” Nathalia answered with a shrug. “He knows I will have his back if it comes to it, just like he will have mine. He also knows that he is a friend and you…” Nathalia brushed some of Aclysia’s hair back, “…are so much more.”

Smiling, Aclysia put her hand atop that of the goddess and nuzzled into the touch. The sight made John grin ear to ear. Nothing like haremettes being tender towards each other.

‘Happy birthday to me,’ he thought, gleefully.