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The Gamer Chapter 1799 – Apex Raiding 1 – Setting it Up
🕑 Added 2024-12-06 21:24:48 +0000 UTC
“What do you feel comfortable with right now? 1 to 6? 7?”
“How long are we aiming for?” Lee asked in return. “I should be able to hold 7 for a week.”
“Is that a week inside or outside?”
“Inside,” Lee clarified. “Obviously.”
“You’re improving by leaps and bounds in other areas,” John justified his question.
“Yeaaaah… just better at the space half of space-time manipulation.” Lee scratched the back of her head, then glanced over to the other man in the room. “Can ya stop glaring already, it’s creepy!”
Justinian tried his best to look cool. To his credit, he wasn’t entirely failing. Back against the Palace wall, he stood with one knee up and his arms crossed. His damaged clothing and remaining battle injuries worked together with his admittedly good looks to create a bad boy image that left John entirely cold. All of that surface-level coolness was entirely destroyed by his eyes dashing from place to place. He was obviously compensating for his attraction to the nubile haremettes by concentrating on his disdain, which created the aforementioned glaring.
“What do you even see in this tyrant?” Justinian growled.
“Dude, shut the fuck up before I test my new spatial compression theory on you,” Lee dismissed him with a wave. “You got to level 460 during that fight. Congratz. I could still probably beat you.”
“Could you? You’re not exactly a fighter.”
Metra joined the conversation by throwing an arm around the shoulder of her fellow tomboy. Granted, one looked the part a lot more than the other. The First of Wrath was a head taller, considerably more toned, and tan. The soul of the tomboy was not found in her shape, however. It was found in the way she grinned and teased. “We’ve been sparring!”
“Yeah, sparring, sure,” Lee added sarcastically. “That’s a nice way to say that I am getting knocked on my ass for thirty minutes straight.”
“The interval keeps increasing though. Baby steps, thunder thighs.” Metra gave the legs of the gamer girl a smack.
“Hedonism and decadence,” Justinian hissed and closed his eyes.
“You’re just jealous,” Momo stated, arriving on the scene by swapping places with one of the many Fae Maids. “You’re probably the first Latebloomer I met that doesn’t have any women whatsoever. Is your Charisma in the negative or something?”
Justinian’s eyebrows did an upset twitch, but he remained quiet. A sassy giggle was all Momo had to spare for the man past that point. She sashayed over to John and put her elbow on his shoulder. “You’re in a good mood,” he observed.
“Yep, yep,” Momo chirped, “and I’m not going to tell you why.”
“Knowing why my women are happy is 90% of my raison d’être.”
“And I am feeding into the remaining 10% dedicated to overthinking everything.”
“…Sassy minx,” John grumbled and leaned over to give her a kiss. Playfully, the fairy maid pulled away. It wasn’t until he grabbed her by the waist that she remained put for long enough that he could lay claim to those bright pink lips. Once he managed to do that, he had her hooked. Momo had always been an enthusiastic kisser. Today was an exception: she was REALLY enthusiastic. Her arms wrapped around his neck. They practically devoured each other. Giggles were the only thing that interrupted their love-struck foolishness.
“Alright, I know you’re addicted to me, but-“ Momo got interrupted by another kiss. “Staaaahp,” she playfully complained. He did not. Not for another three kisses at least. After that, they managed to stop locking tongues. “Such a perv,” she noted.
“You disapprove.”
“Totally.” One of Momo’s black-tipped fingers tapped him on the nose. The Touch of Archfae always made it look like she had raked through a bowl of ash with her digits. Thankfully, she could have the visual without the painful effect. “I hate that I can lead you by the groin.”
John would have loved to banter more. Alas, the thing he was waiting for was slotting into place, in the form of a hesitant Moira following Rave. Justinian pushed himself off the wall as quickly as he noticed. “Lady Warden!” he greeted her enthusiastically.
“J-justinian…” Moira stammered and cleared her throat. Straightening her back, she did her best to put up her usual Warden persona. “As advisor of the government from the Order of the Golden Rose, it has been brought to my attention that we will work together these coming weeks. I expect you to behave professionally.”
“Of course, I will liberate you from the burdensome shackles of this debauched tyrant!” Justinian declared loudly. He did not realize that four maids (Aclysia, Beatrice, Ehtra and Nahua) were now glaring daggers behind his back. He was too focused on walking towards Moira and dropping to one knee before her. “I will try my best to be your second shield, blessed one.”
Here, too, his gallant behaviour was as shallow as a puddle. He took Moira’s hand, then froze when she pulled it back with immediate and intense disgust. John could watch her flight instinct kick in. If Rave hadn’t stood behind her, she probably would have blurted out some excuse and ran away. With one half of the power couple on her retreat path and the other staring at her with crossed arms from behind Justinian, Moira was put between a rock and a hard place. The only way out was through the path of least resistance.
“I am not interested in you!” the Warden blurted out. “Not at all. You’re way too direct and you don’t have anything about you that I like. I just want to keep this professional, so just stop flirting with me!”
‘Ouch.’ A little bit of empathy wormed around in John’s heart. That empathy did not translate into actually feeling bad for the man. There was only so much emotional energy he had to spare for a guy that ran into a signpost.
Justinian remained frozen on the floor. Moira, blushing, stared at the wreck she had created and backed away slowly. Once she realized Rave was no longer in the way, the Warden bolted away. The feline Lighbearer then dropped an address in front of the blond man, detailing where his arranged apartment for the coming days was.
“I will see you on Monday,” John said and all of them backed away.
The gathered harem moved towards the I.D. Gate. “Think he’ll show up on Monday?” Rave asked, after attaching herself to John’s left side.
“Definitely,” Momo answered for him. “With some new excuse on why all of this is John’s fault, no doubt.”
John let out a heavy sigh. There was a high likelihood exactly that was going to happen. Delusion could be quite the powerful thing. “This was more for my satisfaction than anything else. Can’t have Moira continuously inconveniencing me.”
They arrived at the I.D. Gate where Romulus, Sol and Luna were waiting. The Apex was inspecting the set of doors. “They remind me of an area in my own city,” he remarked.
“The Crossroads of Fortune, I am aware of it,” John answered. “I even used it once to access the shop of one Lady Liquor. Quite the while back now.”
“Two years, give or take,” Luna chimed in. “Time flies and yet it crawls, even for beings as ancient as us. May I ask what that is about?” Her finger pointed at the broken door in this set of roomless entrances.
“The end of a sordid affair,” John answered. There was no particular reason to keep the Gestalt a secret, aside from him wanting to signal that he would not answer every question, just as they would not in return. “Now, Lee assures me we can make this one day into a week. That should be enough for us to get the Quest done.”
It was a bit of a gamble, as John did not know how much of the Ravaged Coast was actually left. They had defeated 3 bosses so far. If it was a big Raid, they could be looking at 4-7 more. The more pressing question following from that was how much Gaia had adjusted the difficulty to account for Romulus and the celestial duo.
John was of good spirits that 7 days should be enough with the Apex around.
Romulus gestured for John to lead and the Gamer did. He was showing the Apex of the Abyss a place where he could let loose. It felt good to walk as an equal with such a figure.
The typical green plane was swiftly erected. On one side of a large divide, Lee placed their mansion. On the other side, far enough that even Romulus’ doubtlessly fantastic hearing would not hear the moans, the dwelling of the trio was placed. Lee did not even try to make it a proper Roman palace, instead creating another one of her Art Deco/Enlightenment mansions. Romulus hummed, pleased at the exterior design.
“Do we begin immediately?” The Apex subtly shifted his weight back and forth. He did not even bother hiding how much he was looking forward to this. It must have been a long time since Romulus could fight against an actually challenging opponent without fearing he would annihilate a village in the process.
John hated to curb that enthusiasm. “I had a long day, so I would prefer to sleep first,” he confessed. Before the tournament fight, he had spent many hours in his office slaving away on paperwork. He did not want to leave anything to Justinian that was actually important.
“I understand.” Romulus effortlessly reined in his eagerness. “Find me in the morning, then.”
“Will you need food?” Aclysia asked.
“I will ensure our sustenance,” the Apex stated. As he walked, he began to weave together magic and, sure enough, fruit trees began to grow behind him. A forest bloomed over the course of minutes. Where Romulus walked, a broad gap was left behind, connecting the two houses. Ripe apples, pears, peaches and plums hung from the trees.
The display was incredible in one way and oddly normal in another. Gnome, Undine and Salamander could have woven together the elements of earth, water and fire into the life spirit required to create such a forest as well. It probably would have taken them less time, definitely if John poured his mana into the effort. To John, this kind of elemental mastery was just part of his regular repertoire by now.
It was that Romulus could do it that was impressive. The Apex was, flawed as these categories were, a Shadow soul. Nature magic like this was outside of his natural talent range. “Did he use any Faith for this?”
Lorelei shook her head. “This power is his, honoured Gamer.”
“Figures,” John mumbled. “He wouldn’t waste the Faith on something like this.”
“He only takes powers, right?” Nahoa asked, her eyes glued to the back of the Apex. “The God Slayer.”
“He absorbs Faith of creatures made of it, but he cannot reproduce what he spends, yes,” John clarified for the newcomer to the harem and modern Abyss. “Romulus isn’t what I would call a great researcher, but he isn’t idle either. He probably knows the theory behind every spell out there. Even if he has no natural aptitude for most of it, it’s safe to assume he’s a greater master of all elements than all but the greatest icons in the field.” He paused for a moment. “It’s no accident that he’s the survivor.”
They retreated back to their mansion and did the usual process of getting settled in. For this grinding session, Lydia had not managed to make time. It had been too spontaneous for her to take an entire day off. Ironically, Lu Zhi could have made time. Joining while Romulus was around was the same as blowing the lid off their secret ahead of time. Luna would find out in due time (if she hadn’t picked up on the rumours already).
“Should we have brought Moimoi?” Rave wondered.
“Tad late for that… but it would be awkward anyhow,” John told her and wandered to the bathroom. “Delicia, you coming?”
“Can’t take a bath without me, hmm?”
“Can, yes, will, no.” John wrapped his arm around the waist of the shortstack when she got in range, then carried her like an unruly dog. Nathalia also tagged along.
The natural conclusion of having those two as his bathing partners while everyone checked on the facilities was obvious: he was drowning in tits. Lying in a shallow tub, he was getting the usual full body soaping by the shortstack while dedicating his own attention to the woman next to him.
John’s fingers kneaded the obscene amount of tit flesh that Nathalia had to offer. Even on a woman as tall as she was, her breasts were enormous. The urge to press his face into her cleavage was ever-present when she was around. He suppressed that in favour of squeezing the enormous mounds together and sucking on both hard nipples simultaneously.
Those tits were as sensitive as they were huge. Nathalia’s hips broke through the surface of the water. Waves, large for a bathtub, swept from side to side as throaty moans echoed. Delicia had a bratty comment on her lips, but it was silenced by snapped fingers and a simple, “Delicia, mind control. You’re a tool for your Master’s sexual relief.”
Any emotion besides raw arousal and servitude vacated Delicia’s face. “I’m a tool for Master’s sexual relief,” she repeated, her high-pitched voice turned from bratty to docile. A feminine, pleasing smile was plastered across her unthinking expression. She looked like she genuinely was being mind controlled, rather than pretending to be. Then again, she was pretending so hard she made herself believe it. Hypnosis was a wonderful thing.
Delicia’s entire being was focused around cupping her tits and wrapping them around his cock. Breasts around his manhood and under his lips, John was really content with life. Inevitably, he came. Delicia had every drop of his load, then continued to serve him. By that point, other haremettes were also streaming into the room.
“She looks so stupid,” Momo sassed, then stared wide-eyed at John raising his hand over the edge of the bathtub. “No, no, no, n-!” The snap made her fall silent.
“Momo, mind control.”
Taking all of her complaints seriously was impossible when she instantly fell into the hypnotic trance. All hypnotic commands John had engrained them with worked purely on the basis of consent, both active and subconscious. Remarkably, the ‘mind control’ suggestion only worked on Delicia, Claire and Momo, speaking to a trust and submission that went deeper than the average… and to a capacity to focus. John didn’t doubt Sylph or Eliana were submissive enough to enjoy this in theory but both of them were too scatterbrained.
“You exist to please your Master,” John told the hypnotized fairy. “Your brain is empty of anything that does not aim to please me.”
“I exist to please you, Master,” Momo repeated the words obediently. “My brain is empty of anything that does not aim to please you.” A deeply relaxed smile spread on her face. It wasn’t the empty, forced smile of someone actually getting controlled, but the happy, natural smile of someone getting exactly what they wanted. The bottom heavy fairy stood leisurely by the bathtub, pussy juices soon trickling down her thick thighs.
John did not have to give her any further orders. Being told to please him was enough that Momo soon began to swing her hips. Maybe she was inspired by the dance Ehtra had shown a few days earlier, or maybe she was reading a desire for such from John’s own subconscious. Maybe both of those options were overthinking it. When was there ever a time where he did not want to see his flat-chested fairy rolling her flat belly? She thrust her hips with enough force that her ass jiggled.
“Truly, a marvellous life,” Nathalia cooed, enjoying the show with him. Her breaths were heated. He had never stopped kneading her breasts and so she had never stopped being horny. “You will not sleep soon, my mate.”
“I’d be disappointed if I did,” John whispered back. “Want to…?”
“Obviously.” Nathalia did not need to hear the full question. One swung leg and she was on top of him. Her tits spilled over his chest. Feeling how huge they were with his hands was one thing, feeling it with his upper torso a whole other. The caramel dragoness curved her back and smirked at him with her sharp teeth. Red lips framed pearly white fangs. Curled, black horns rose from orange-red hair. Her breath smelled of incense and burning wood. The thick thighs that straddled him gently glided over his smooth skin.
The smile turned into an O. The form was followed by a fitting sound. “Oh… always so big,” she moaned and pushed back further. His cock was enveloped by her tight folds. Delicia’s hands retreated. The sex toy existed for his pleasure and when it pleased him most to be in another woman, then she would assist. Then, she got out of the tub to stand opposite Momo.
A tall, slender fairy on one side, a shortstack on the other, and both were dancing and masturbating. Not just dancing and masturbating, but dancing and squirting. Their individual hypnosis fetish kicked in at full force, putting them on the hair trigger to end all hair triggers. The rhythmless spasms that mixed in with their attempts to keep a proper dance going gave it all such an animalistic feeling. Thighs jittered, asses jiggled, and Delicia’s huge tits smacked against each other audibly while the two filled the edges of John’s vision with erotic shaking.
Nathalia was pure grace by comparison. Her enormous tits moved in incomplete circles. Every up and down had them met with a wet smack, soapy water pearling from the firmness of those globes. John held her by the waist, a narrow middle between that well-endowed chest and the matching hips. Every drop of hers was completed by a thrust of his. Her hands ran through her hair as she shouted her delight, “Ah, John! My mate! Yes! Fill me with our burning passion!”
One more thrust up fulfilled her deep desire. A shared orgasm had them both groan in ecstasy. Seed pumped into her. Glowing orange eyes rolled up in the head of the goddess of volcanoes. Spurt for spurt of white filled her. Twitching, she sat on top of him. After ten seconds, drawn out by his own perception, she began to calm down.
“One more, then I will give you to another,” Nathalia decided.
John grinned. “We’re in no rush.”
