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The Gamer Chapter 1265 – Counting the Hours
🕑 Added 2022-08-13 16:32:57 +0000 UTC“For the last time, no, I can’t get Maximillian into your laboratory,” John groaned into the phone.
“It is paramount for-“
“Spare yourself the spiel, Medelnick, I’ve heard it several times. I get it. Researching quarter elementals, very fascinating, very important. I don’t even disagree, but I don’t have command over my friend and I certainly won’t bother him with any of this while he’s planning a wedding.”
“What is a wedding when science can be conducted?!”
“The most important event in a normal person’s life, save for having kids,” John returned instantly. “I’m not wasting any more time on this. No is the final answer. Next time you ask, I’ll bar you from access to the Guild Hall facilities for a week.”
“…Goodbye.” Medelnick immediately hung up.
John slammed his phone down on its socket and groaned. It was Friday now and fundamentally that was a joyous occasion. This evening, his mana regeneration would tick up the first instance, a week after he had used the Overclock against Arkeidos. Until then, he had decided to check what little work Momo had left him with.
His hypercompetent chancellor had cleared out absolutely everything she could in sixteen hours of continuous work. From when he had contacted her yesterday all the way until when he had come into the office after a short night’s rest, she had been breezing through documents. What was left were the few things she did not have the legal authority to sign or instances where people insisted they wanted to deal with him personally.
So, John was stuck with two extremes of work. One was reading through stacks of documents that Momo had already marked for approval or disapproval and signing them. Had John been any more pressed for time, he would have just taken the sassy support’s recommendations and moved on with his life. Having a second in command that was linked to his very soul and had no financial incentives outside of his own made it really quite easy to trust that she was acting with his best interest in mind.
On the other hand, he had to deal with the obtuse, the aggressive, and the entitled. Even though he had the time, he kept those interactions as brief as possible. All John wanted was for them to be over. Each time he had explained to someone that what they were asking for either wasn’t his job or not part of theirs, he made a note on a pad to see to it that he wasn’t contacted on such matters again.
One of the calls was about him mediating an expansion dispute between two neighbouring, local guilds. How that had ended up on his table was quite simple: the two guilds were on opposite sides of an awkwardly drawn state border. What had started as a minor dispute over 200 metres of forest that would stay unused for a long, long time had bloated into a border issue. Because it had technically become a request to move the state border, that meant that John had been pulled into it.
‘I can just shove that off to the ministries,’ John thought, typing an email to that extent. He added a note to make it a temporary guideline that any land dispute that regarded an area less than 20 square kilometres or of economic insignificance were not to be brought to his attention.
John rolled back a few centimetres and looked under the table. A lone Momo was getting her reward for her hard work, by sucking him off continuously while riding a dildo. Her entranced facial expression turned defiant the moment she realized she was being watched. Any attempt to act like she wasn’t enjoying what she was doing was shattered by her head bobbing up and down. Her bright pink lips glided over his well-lubricated shaft, up from the base and down from the head, never completely letting go. His hands lay lazily on his armrests.
The wet sounds continued while his eyes darted to the clock. He was giving Nightingale time to herself today. That was partly because he wanted her to get situated, partly because he had another new haremette he wanted to spend time with, and partly because Undine was coming back today.
He looked back to Momo, who defiantly gave him the best blowjob she could. The mixture of glare and obedient slurping only made it better. John was considering a few ways to tickle even more of that bratty submissiveness out of her, but today wasn’t the day he would put those plans into action. That would require time and a lounger to pull off.
Instead, John came in her mouth. That she managed to roll her eyes even as she audibly orgasmed from guzzling down his seed was downright impressive. Grabbing his exposed shaft, she masturbated him, making sure she got everything out of him. That she refused to present the load before swallowing it was the only part he disliked.
“Took you long enough,” she berated him.
“Careful, talk like that ends with you chained to bedposts,” John warned her, unable to keep the amusement in his voice down entirely. Putting a hand on her head, he guided her to his balls. Again, she rolled her eyes, but kissed them.
“We don’t even… have any… bedposts you could… chain me to,” she responded, her words interrupted by each little lick and peck she gave his bottomless scrotum. When he removed his hand, her tongue slowly travelled up the underside of his erection. At the top, she asked, “So, are you doing any more work or are we done here?”
“We are done here.”
“Oh.” Momo only realized how disappointed she sounded three seconds later. “Good! I mean, good… I can get back to doing something productive.”
“You’re coming back home with me. The other girls miss you and Aclysia has a reward for you.”
Momo harrumphed, as if she didn’t care at all. In the case of Aclysia, she would not care any more than she would for the others. The programming John had, semi-accidentally, given her had long been dismantled by her intellect and free will. Any attachment she had to the older maid and to Gnome was entirely natural now. “You’ll have to let me out if you want me to go home.”
Backing off wordlessly, John let her crawl out of the leg space. The moment she stood, he jumped at her. Yelping, the fairy maid was pressed down in the suspiciously human-wide trench between two of John’s monitors. Not a single office supply was in the way and so the white-haired brat was bent over the mahogany. Her big, round butt jiggled as she tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but John had her arms pinned behind her back.
Easily, he penetrated her folds, gaping from the dildo she had ridden and wet from the many cum-induced orgasms. Against her will, Momo gasped in clear lust. She tried to suppress her satisfied moans, but even clenched teeth failed to make her sound anything besides erotic. Her firefly wings vibrated at a high frequency while he pounded her from behind. Pussy juice trickled down the edge of the table.
Slamming one more time against her ass, he pumped her twitching cunt full of his thick, white seed. Momo shouted, her head lowered, her back spasming as much as John’s continued grip allowed. Desperate, high-pitched inhales were interchanged with gulps and honest cries of ecstasy. The tightening of his balls only slowly diminished. Giving her fat ass a spanking so intense her thighs jiggled, he coerced a short scream from her. Greedily, her tight folds were milking him for all he had.
“I-idiot…” she stammered, the adoration in her voice overpowering the aggression.
“Yeah, yeah,” John hummed, in an exceedingly good mood. For once, he accepted the task of cleaning the leg compartment himself. There was also less to clean than usual. Momo was among the most methodical with her blowjobs and kept them as clean as one could. Unless he got her to act otherwise, of course.
Momo recovered and leather cleaned, they put their clothes on and moved back home. They returned to a mostly empty apartment. Aclysia and Claire were in the middle of cleaning when the former took the fairy aside for that reward. Apparently, the weaponized maid had found an original copy of the first Lord of the Rings book. John could hear the excited squeals in his ears and his mind.
One maid darted off to securely store her treasure inside her recently set-up library, one went back to cleaning, and one greeted John with a hug. “Hey, Master,” Claire purred. “Everything done?”
“So far so good,” John answered.
“Still confuses me that you fill out papers to tell people what to do,” the vampire maid said, staying attached to him. Her red eyes were focused on his ear, as if there was something particularly fascinating about it. “Obviously this place is way better than the Iron Domain, but that feels so inefficient. When the tyrant wanted something done, it was done. Ironborn and crea- people obeyed.”
“Arkeidos had a structure of governance that could be summarized as: whatever he wanted happened. The more you shackle the state, the freer the people, and the more you shackle the people, the freer the state – which means that I have to deal with a giant heap of problems because everyone is enfranchised.” John rolled his neck. It started as a casual gesture, but Claire immediately went to massage him. Weak to the affection, he let her manoeuvre him to the couch.
“Give me a few more months and Intelligence upgrades, I’ll get why all of it works eventually.”
“Well, it’s pretty simple fundamentally,” John responded. “You pretend all people are equal because, while they’re clearly not, you never know where the best ones may come from. Plus, if you start the argument of ‘some kinds of people are fundamentally greater than others’, the different identity groups start bashing their heads in perpetuity to figure out who is right.”
“Wouldn’t someone win eventually?”
“Yeah, and either they subjugate the losers, sowing the seeds for a rebellion down the line, or the victors grow so large they splinter internally. No such thing as eternal stability. Even Arkeidos would have slipped up at some point… or he could have outright encouraged a massive rebellion just to have a proper war. I would not have put it past him.”
“Are you going to fail at some point too?” Claire asked.
“I already failed a few times. Pretty much guaranteed I’ll keep doing so.” He softly smiled, eyes closed. Gently, Claire rolled the muscles of his neck in her hands. Like an expert baker working dough, she treated him with exactly the right amount of pressure. “I’ll avoid it wherever I can. I hate losing in any form.”
“I will gladly nurse you back to health, whatever happens,” Claire said.
“As we all would,” Aclysia agreed, approaching the two of them. “Master, would you like a full body massage? We can relocate to the wellness room whenever you desire.”
A tempting offer, but John had to decline. “No, I have a date with Scarlett in a minute.”
“A booty call?” Claire asked. “That’s what you call those, right? I get things wrong all the time. To be fair, if you took me along, I would learn stuff quicker so you should totally take me with you wherever you go.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m all yours to drag wherever, Master.”
“Doesn’t feel like a request,” John hummed.
“Because it isn’t,” she whispered, sharply, into his ear. “You made me yours, John. There’s so much you have to show me.”
John once more was reminded how easily he was influenced by attractive women. Usually, his reactions to ‘have’, ‘need’ and ‘ought’ was to get annoyed and not do it on principle. When an obsessed maid did it to him, he was instinctively inclined to agree. She did treat him to a fantastic greeting yesterday and was generally well-behaved. Indulging her demanding side should not cause anything too bad.
“Alright, you can come along,” John allowed her. “I was going to get you afterwards anyway. Time for you to meet Undine.”
Claire’s head bounced from the intense nods.
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