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The Gamer Chapter 1418 – Thorough Grinding 10 – One Week In
🕑 Added 2023-04-06 16:17:16 +0000 UTCThey didn’t do anything else on the 6th day – mostly because barely any time of the 6th day was left. After John tossed the two Phalanx items into the wastebin in the Loot Basin, he just took a shower and went to sleep. He awoke on the 7th day surrounded by the fragrance of need.
Subtle moans could be heard all around, filling the blind black of his morning with the fantasies of all those around him. While those gasps may have been slight, the pleasant warmth around his cock was anything but. A smooth tongue brushed against the underside with each slow bob of the serving woman’s mouth. There was rarely a pause, the passion of her need to venerate his manhood reined in by discipline and training.
‘Morning, Aclysia,’ John greeted his head maid, while putting in his contact lenses. The first of his servants hummed, pleased to have been recognized. The heat of her throat made it difficult to believe she was an artificial ice dragon. Then again, it would have been a problem if she’d been freezing everything around her at all times. Nathalia didn’t reach her true scorching heat on normal days either.
The streak of recognition unbroken, John enjoyed the up and down of Aclysia’s mouth as his reward. Diligent service coaxed him out of sleepiness and he looked around. Going by the sounds, he had anticipated at least some of the haremettes to be awake and engaged in all sorts of minor debauchery. Instead, he found himself amidst the still slumbering ocean of female curves he was accustomed to. As one of the earliest risers in the harem, only the maids were typically out of bed by the time he had his look around.
The little gasps continued all around. Haremettes fidgeted in their sleep, caressing their crotches with light touches. John got a clue on what was going on through observation. It appeared that not ending last night in an orgy had created a collective wet dream experience. More than likely, the gasps of one haremette had influenced the subconscious of another, cascading into the current display all around him.
The little consequences of action or inaction – ever interesting. It took barely any time at all before another early riser raised her head. Scarlett rose from her slumber with a stretch, a yawn, and the realization that John’s face was unoccupied. Something that she quickly changed, crawling over before anyone else could threaten the position. Things escalated down the usual path.
Only when it was past breakfast did his morning diverge from the usual. “Lee, how about we go visit your parents now?” he suggested.
“Now? Knowing my mom, she’ll throw a hissy-fit that we didn’t come for dinner,” Lee cautioned.
“Maybe, but I don’t really want to stay for dinner.” John scratched the back of his head. “I do like your parents, but… I don’t particularly like hanging out with them if you get what I mean?”
“Totes.” Lee got up and fixed her gaze at a random point in the air. It began to ripple, as if there was a localized heat difference that bent the light. Reaching out, she pulled a shirt, panties, and pants out of the ripple in space. Then it ebbed away. “Still inefficient.”
“Yeah, but I like you getting better at things,” John encouraged her. To have her use her Innate Ability was going to pay dividends at some point. Now that she was doing more around the house, the Storage Dimension was getting more use anyway. Cleaning reagents were shelf stable, after all, so being left in some undefined space worked fine for them.
There were two reasons that John decided to go do this at this time. One, it was a week into the grinding, so he felt like he owed Magoi to show up soon. Two, it was an additional week during which Lee had focused on the housework without slacking off. Momo had, on Aclysia’s orders, carefully observed whether the young Fateweaver used the Fae Maids to make her work practically non-existent. She had not and that spoke of a lasting conviction.
Loudly, John knocked at the door of the house that Magoi had erected for himself and his wife. As someone with a turbulent home life (and someone who had been struggling to get into his pants quicker than a delivery man lost interest in waiting many times before), John understood the need to wait patiently. A minute passed, then two, then three. John was just about to make a joke that maybe they went out to eat when he heard movements inside.
‘Typical,’ he thought. ‘Always when there’s about to be a reaction to something not happening, it does happen.’
The door opened, revealing Magoi in a plain brown shirt and similarly coloured pants. To see the High Fateweaver in everyday clothes never quite stopped being odd to John. He was so used to the grandeur of the raptor mask and the wide gestures, that the casual attire and simple body language made for a stark difference. Magoi the High Fateweaver and Magoi the father definitely were the same person, but like all people, there were layers to him.
“There you are,” Magoi greeted him and stepped outside the door frame. Lee and John stepped in and left their shoes in the entrance area. “I was wondering when you’d show up today.”
“You had it narrowed to today?” John asked.
“It was either today or 3 days from now. You have a habit of doing things in common intervals. Both of you.” Magoi’s scar-split lips spread in a wide smile. “Lee always became upset when the volume setting wasn’t a multiple of 5.”
“Don’t say that like I don’t anymore, it’s a form of torture,” Lee shot back.
“Do I hear John and Lee?” Mabirl’s voice reached them from a neighbouring room. “You best be here to tell us you’ll come for dinner later!”
The gamer girl gave the Gamer a smug glance. “John has to Raid later!” she then shouted back. “And I have housework to do! You know how much dirt a harem creates?”
“Considerably less when the man isn’t in the house?” Mabirl’s voice returned to a regular volume, while her steps tapped on the wooden floor. “I’m not sure on that. I’ve no of experience when it comes to your complicated, layered mess.”
“It gets a little less messy,” Lee reported.
“Messy enough that five maids can’t cope with it?”
“56 Maids,” John corrected. “There’s 50 Fae Maids now and Lee herself, of course. Anyway, the point isn’t that she can’t cope with it herself, it’s that she shouldn’t. I’m quite happy with how she’s been doing so far.” He put an arm around Lee’s waist and pulled her against his side. Blushing, Lee nuzzled against him. “Still, best to test that she’s serious.”
“I’m right here, dick,” Lee complained and jabbed two fingers into his ribs. All it got from John was a cackle.
“By the way, Magoi?” John switched conversations as they walked. “The jacuzzi you made for us, is that inspired by anything in particular?”
Magoi groaned. “Please, do not tell me you actually want one. I made that as a joke.”
The Gamer opted to be silent.
They relocated the conversation away from the entrance area and to the living room. A table there still showed marks of a breakfast recently consumed, plates and a teapot scattered about. Otherwise the room was a chamber of medium size, decorated with vases, shelves, and potted plants. The kind of interior that was neutral and low maintenance, typical of a hotel and other such temporary homes.
On opposite ends of an L-shaped couch, the two pairs took place. John sat down first, Lee almost sat more on him than the couch. Magoi and Mabirl sat simply next to each other, their hands intertwined on their parallel thighs. “So you say that my daughter has been doing well on the housework?” Mabirl asked.
“I’m still right here!” Lee protested.
“Yes, young lady, and your record of partaking in chores has been poor in the past. I do remember the state your room was in when I last visited. And the house that we arranged for you before then. And your room in the Mountain of Time before that.”
The burden of her past inadequacies came down on Lee like cold raindrops. She cringed against John. “Yeah, I know, okay!” With that shout, she forced herself to sit straight. “But I’ve got responsibilities now. It’s different!” Lee turned to John. “Go on, tell’em.”
John chuckled, in the end it had looped back to him answering the same question. “By the account of both me and Aclysia, she’s been doing as well as can be desired. She’s still learning her ways around the various cleaning agents and the kitchen. What’s important is that she’s waking up smiling.”
That silenced the Magus parents for a moment. “I never guessed that school was such a hardship for you,” Mabirl finally spoke up. “Stefanie didn’t like it either, but she was happy enough to muddle through until she could branch out into her travels.”
“Stef likes to talk to people, so she had at least that going for her,” Lee responded. “I sat in class, bored out of my mind, surrounded by people I didn’t care about.”
Magoi sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I suppose it would be a bit much to ask of a girl to voice her complaints about the only thing she’s ever known,” he mumbled. “I accept my part of the blame on that one. As long as Lee is happy and has a future, that’s the most important. Speaking of which…” his tone switched to paternal seriousness, “…what exactly are your plans?” He looked between Lee and John, prompting either of them to answer.
“”Well…”” they started in unison, only to laugh and shake their heads. Even Mabirl showed her mild amusement. In the end, Lee gestured to John to go ahead.
“Well,” he stopped for a moment, conscious about his overuse of that word, “Lee is going to keep training her skills with Illusion Barriers, primarily, and help in the household, secondarily. It’d be a waste of her talents to have her be a housewife exclusively.”
“And we are certain on the wife part, yes?” Mabirl hooked into his words.
“Yes, eventually. I have every intention to make our relationship fully ‘official’.” He pulled her a little closer. “Not that it’ll change much between us.”
“You do already live like a married couple,” Mabirl agreed. “Although with a lot of mistresses…”
“I’m more like one of the mistresses than the wife, let’s be real.” At her daughter’s interjection, the aged mother pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Grandchildren?” Magoi asked a single word.
“Not soon,” Lee answered before John could. He wasn’t sure if his answer would have deviated from hers.
“I suppose that is all we could ask about then,” Magoi stated and slapped his thigh.
“Really, we came over just for that?” Lee blurted out. “Little bit of hazing and then we’re done?”
“You clearly have the means for your lifestyle. We’ll have to discuss whether you’ll have access to the academy’s research facilities at some point, but since you have the ear of the patron…” Magoi made an off-handed gesture towards John, “…I don’t expect there to be an issue.”
“Guess we’ll take our leave then,” the Gamer said. “If you have any more questions, you know how to find us,” he added in a joking tone. Magoi cackled, Mabirl rolled her eyes. The pair would likely keep talking in their absence. Once out the door, John said, “See, that was pretty painless.”
“I almost cringed out of my socks, my dude,” Lee disagreed.
“Nothing worse than parents that have a good point, isn’t there?” the Gamer hummed.
“When are we next visiting yours, by the way?”
“Good question,” he hummed. It had been a couple of months and there were a few new girls to introduce. He hadn’t seen them at all yet this year – at least not in person. He made space for calls every two weeks or so. “Maybe I should head home for my birthday?”
“Uuuhmmmm,” Lee made that specific sound of someone that wanted to object without giving away any details.
“Alright, not doing that then,” John immediately relented. Whatever his haremettes were planning for this year, he would enjoy it. “Maybe I should just set up a spontaneous visit this month? I can just say I’m in the area during a business trip. Not like I need to stay the whole day.” He scratched the back of his head. “Difficult to say I have my entire harem with me on a business trip though… maybe I should pull up with the Boating Seaquence?”
“Did that get registered in mundane papers yet?”
“Aclysia should have finished that, yeah,” John said with a nod. Luckily for them, the original owners and commissioners of the boat hadn’t gone overboard on the measurement. At just about 100 metres, it showed up in the fiftieth spot of the listing of largest motor yachts in the world. Much like the rest of John’s public profile, it existed, but was buried under more public facing millionaires and billionaires. If anyone ever went digging for him, they would find his ‘money’ invested over so many corners and subsidiaries across multiple countries that they would not find it. Similarly, if they tried to call any of the shell companies, they would get hit by very unfriendly customer service. John was paying multiple Abyssal firms that specialized in masking the ongoings from the mundanes.
The importance of such firms was gradually dwindling as the Abyssals economy decoupled from the mundane one. Once the currency was no longer shared, there would be no reason for Abyssals to hide their bank accounts in Switzerland anymore. John had bribed such firms with relief that would transform their business ventures from fronts for Abyssals to spaces where they could exchange Tokens for real currency. Abyssals would still need dollars for the many luxuries of the mundane, like air travel and supermarkets.
“Jane!” John shouted once they were back in their mansion.
“Waddup, tiger?” Rave shouted back from somewhere upstairs. Probably the workout room. “We Raidin’?”
“Not yet.” John took a smacking handful of Lee’s ass as he said that. “Can you ask my mom if she and dad have time in the next week or two? Lee reminded me we should pay them a visit.”
“I can do that when I call her next!” Rave shouted. Out of all of them, John’s girlfriend had by far the most contact with his mother. It was great to have the most important woman of his adult life get splendidly along with the most important woman of his young life.
With that cleared, John shoved Lee against the nearest wall.
It was time for the post-breakfast enjoyment.
Comments
Funatic
Closer, more immediate
gordianTangle
Why the wastebin? Isn't this what that pit on the shadow island is for?
