The Gamer Chapter 1617 – Raid and Adventures 13 – Passing Time (Patreon)

It was the end of the third day of the grinding session.

John was one level richer, after cutting his way through Skinwalkers the entire time and gathering sex-based EXP at the side. One more level and he could get his next Class Perk. Not that he expected the Martial Artist Class to offer him much of immediate value.

Progress through the area was slow but engaging. They were still confined to the ground level, anyone flying too high getting assaulted by bone projectiles, so scouting ahead was hardly a possibility. The layout of the camp was confusing twice over, between everything having been ravaged and the general constrictions a Raid environment put on them. Despite knowing better, they had tried to get through bothersome stacks of wood or walls made of canvas a few times. They might as well have tried scaling the Great Wall of China on horseback.

They were gradually moving towards that big stone, but they weren’t even halfway there. It would likely take them the entire next day to grind their way through the treacherous area. For today, they were done, and the party members were relaxing. Lydia had gone with Delicia to be shown the process and machines appropriate for what she needed done. Everyone else was just lazing about.

“Anyone seen my sister?” Metra asked out loud.

“Probably retreated to one of the buildings that Lee didn’t catch yet,” John answered. “She tends to do that when she wants to be alone.”

“Fuck me, I’m trying to be better family, so why does she keep running away, huh?” the First of Wrath asked.

“For one, being better family isn’t about being around each other all the time,” John told her. “For two, she probably doesn’t like the volume.”

The entire conversation had been had over the sound of moans and slapping flesh. All three of John’s bodies were involved in lewd activities. Bent over the dinner table, Aclysia was getting pounded, while Beatrice made out with that one of him. The first maid had made the ‘mistake’ of looking just a little bit too sexy while stacking plates. Dishwashing was getting delayed because of that, but that inefficiency was acceptable. What did they have a machine for, if not that?

On the floor, just a couple steps removed from the entrance to the bedroom, Rave was getting mating pressed. The harsh thrust reverberated as repeated ‘PLAP!’ sounds through the room, underlined by the howls of a woman that was getting her deepest itches scratched. Left and right of Rave lay Gnome and Lorelei, the former doing her typical voyeurism, the latter having been told, for the first time since she put on the chastity belt, that she was allowed to masturbate. Both were using the scene with feverish enjoyment.

Lastly, the same John that was talking to Metra, his Creator Puppet body, was currently balls-deep inside Lee’s backdoor. The Fateweaver wore nothing except a tight collar, connected to John’s hand by taut leash. So tight did he pull it, that she could not get out a word, while his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. The pace was moderate, the intervals he gave her for breathing gracious. Lee even whimpered with mild disappointment at how well he was treating her.

Too bad for her that she needed to keep her concentration for the time dilation.

“Come on, you know what I want,” John whispered into her ear. The wide hips of the youngest member of the harem circled, giving the tripled mind of the Gamer yet another stream of pleasure to consider. Despite the rough and steady poundings all around, he remained concentrated. Similarly, Salamander, Undine, Sylph and Nathalia just kept on playing their board game. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, after all.

“Okay, but what the fuck else am I supposed to do?” Metra asked, scratching the back of her head.

“Sisterly stuff,” John stated.

“Very helpful. Want advice on how to govern better? Do rulerly stuff.”

John amusedly pushed air out of his nose. The sound came out as a groan. Lee’s tight asshole really was a hot and ecstatic place to be. “Being an only child, I don’t have much to offer you… Lee?” he loosened the hold on the collar.

“Being a shut-in nerd, I’ve no idea how to be a good sister,” Lee said.

Metra raised an eyebrow and looked around the room for someone else to take inspiration from. John was simultaneously considering who else in his harem even had siblings? ‘The elementals are sort of like sisters… Jane… can luckily not be asked at the moment… Eliza did have a sister, but that ended pretty terribly… Nathalia is… special…’ “Lulu, do you have any siblings?” he asked. “It just occurred to me that I have no idea about your family situation.”

“Huuuhmmhm?” the imperial tomboy let out a confused, wanton sound. She was sitting right next to this body of John, absent-mindedly moving a dildo in and out of her quim. “You people a-aahhh-re really something else,” she panted.

“Cum,” John ordered her and suddenly the empress’ hips bucked off the couch.

“Ooooooooooh, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!” she shouted, repeated spasms tensing her legs. Her wide hips rose and fell, drawing little circles with each uncontrolled motion. Eyes wide, mouth agape, she stared at her cunt, stretched by the replica of his cock, then at the genuine article, buried in Lee’s backdoor.

Eventually, she collapsed back into the cushions of the couch. Heavily breathing, she let out one more groan, when John pulled the dildo out for her. Her widened cunt twitched, missing the stretching phallus. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I’ll never get used to that, I hope.” Lulu’s answer was dreamy, her whole body relaxed. “Gaia, cumming just like…” she clicked her fingers, “…that is soooooo gooooood. Can we have a rule that you have to do that three times a day for me for the rest of the stay?”

“I can try some hypnosis to make it an effective reality,” John suggested.

“Mhm… sure, I trust you.” Lulu forced herself to sit up. “What was the question? I was busy letting my womb be in charge of my brain.” A lewd smile on her green lips, she caressed the heart-shaped mark on her lower abdomen. His attention snapped to her finger. She tapped him on the nose. “You’re totally thinking about ravishing me right now.”

“Yes, always, but the question was about your family. I remember you being the candidate of clan Zhi, but what about any siblings? Your parents?”

“My parents are alive and enjoy an early retirement in the depths of the countryside. My nine siblings have been dubbed high ambassadors of the realm, as is tradition,” Lulu answered and stopped for a moment. “Right, I almost forgot that you westerners regard nepotism as a bad thing.”

“Personally, I can see its advantages, but by and large I try to avoid it.” John shrugged. “So… nine siblings?”

“Two full ones, seven half. I was the ninth child of my father. I have one younger sister, four older brothers and four older sisters.” Lulu stretched her nubile body with all of the elegance of a cat. When her raised hands plopped back down, one was over John’s shoulder. She cuddled up against him, while giving one of Lee’s nipples a little tweeze. “I barely know any of them. My time was spent with the cadre of the Dragonspawn Wing.”

John could guess what that was about by the name alone: a wing of the Forbidden City dedicated entirely to the education of the children that were born with the right gifts at the right time to be an heir to Tianlong’s contract. “What about your parents?”

“I saw them plenty,” Lulu answered quickly. “Maybe too much, even. Parents of a potential inheritor are expected to concentrate solely on properly raising that child. We had one generation that was raised entirely by the bureaucrats… very mal-adjusted adults.”

“I can imagine... should we visit your parents sometime? You know, after we go public.”

“Shortly before would be best,” Lulu said with a nod.

“Okay, that’s great for you two, but who can help me with my fucking problem?” Metra asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” John asked and pointed over his shoulder.

“Nightingale?” Metra asked loud enough that the same looked up.

The harpy did a quick claw tap on the clock put next to the chessboard, freezing the timer. Momo puffed up her cheeks, but let the interruption pass. Meanwhile, the dark-haired woman waited for an explanation. “Can I help?”

“Metra here was wondering how to be a better sister. You get on reasonably well with your family, right?”

“I’m on speaking terms with all eight of my siblings,” Nightingale confirmed.

“…I keep forgetting you have those,” Metra confirmed. “Which is weird, if you get along with them so well.”

“We live deeply different lives. We have since I entered the world of aristocracy. The gulf has become wider since my ascension.” Inspecting one of her wings, Nightingale continued after a pause, “The bridge of family connects us still. I need little contact with them, as they need little contact with me.”

“Huh,” Metra grunted and circled around. “Do tell me more about that.”

The First of Wrath went to have a conversation with Nightingale. John tuned out of that. Not that he was disinterested, he just didn’t feel like standing next to them and just listening – especially not when he was quite close to orgasm. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the tripled release inside three different women.

When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of Momo and Lulu making out. Not just a little bit either. Petite chest to flat chest, the two were so closely attached to each other, one would have needed a crowbar to get them apart. Sitting on each other’s thigh, they rocked back and forth, moaning as tongues swirled in adoring depth.

“Oh, Gaia!” Lee gasped. “Did you just get harder?”

“Yes,” John answered directly.

“You took my game partner,” Momo complained. Fusion’s chancellor and the Heavenly Jade Empress got just far enough from each other that they could turn to look at him. “So, I’m taking Lulu, it’s only fair.”

“You’re my chancellor, not my minister of foreign affairs, you don’t get to make diplomatic contact.”

Momo rolled her eyes. “Very funny, dude.”

“Fun would be if we fought,” Lulu suddenly threw in there. The suggestion was met with hesitation. “Come on, you have to be at least the slightest bit curious how we compare,” the imperial tomboy egged them on. “I never get the chance to let loose. I got the literal powers of a god and the best I get to do is look impressive during army exercises.”

“That does beg the question, do you even have any proper combat experience with your powers?” John asked. “Since you went from 0 to 100 in one contract and all of that.”

“We inherit the muscle memories of our predecessors,” Lulu answered. “Truthfully, though, we have not been flexing the powers wielded by us.”


“Well, I guess that settles that matter,” John stated. 5 Levels, 1 Max Class Level, and whatever the Newman Stamp was were too juicy rewards for something he could attempt at the side. “Seems like you’ll get to fight with full seriousness too.” The Gamer showed her the window.

Lulu’s jade eyes drifted thrice over the text, her smile broadening as she did. By the final go through, the teeth in her mouth were universally too sharp to still be called human. Her lips closed for a moment, then showed a gentle, pearly white smile. “We shall play nice,” she promised. “We would not want to traumatize my future husband, after all.”

“Wording isn’t clear if Lulu could just give up,” Momo pointed out.

“Gaia has been too gracious recently for me to push my luck that way.” John gave Lee’s ass a casual smack. “I’ll let her get away with the missed detail this time. I get the intention. And you…” he pointed at the imperial tomboy, “…are just a little too happy about this for my liking.”

“Who doesn’t want to get a bit rough with their future husband?” Lulu asked. “You spank me every day, why can’t I twist your spine into a double helix for a few minutes?” There was a playful smile on her face. She obviously wasn’t being entirely serious. She also wasn’t being entirely unserious.

“Well, I think I’ll first get you to look at me a bit more favourably,” the Gamer decided.

“And how are you going to do tha-“ Lulu started her question, only to stop when the Ambassador Double landed on the couch, right next to them. Hard and entirely slick with juices of Rave’s repeated, squirting orgasm, the large dick smacked down between the faces of chancellor and empress. Full lips parted, eyes widened, nostrils flared, and tongues readily stretched to taste him. “Yup, tha-aht wouhld do iht,” Lulu slurred.

‘God, I love dangerous nymphomaniacs,’ John thought.