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The Gamer Chapter 1962 – Approaching the Late Game 10 – Cliques and Class Question
🕑 Added 2025-09-09 22:00:35 +0000 UTCBack inside, John was greeted by the scent of potatoes, onions and bacon frying in a pan. ‘Guess we are having German fries for breakfast,’ he concluded. Drool was pooling in his mouth already. Potatoes were one of the greatest gifts to humanity, potentially even eclipsing some parts of the female physique. ‘That’s the hunger speaking.’
John followed the scent to the kitchen, where Aclysia was working the enormous pan needed to feed a group of almost thirty. It was comically large, usable only because of the equally huge induction stove evenly providing heat to the metal. Aclysia possessing the strength of arm to actually move the pan was another necessity.
In her efforts she was supported by Delicia and Nahoa. The duo could be trusted the most among the maids when it came to cooking. The culinary arts were adjacent to alchemy and Nahoa’s heritage did lend her towards enjoying great flavours. None of the other maids were truly bad at cooking, but skill varied greatly.
Beatrice still prioritized nutritional efficiency over taste. Ehtra did make some efforts, but she did not possess tastebuds and was thus stuck in following recipes. Momo was decent and probably could have risen to the rank of expert, if she had made the effort.
Claire was the only one not present that would have made for a worthy addition to the kitchen team here. As John quickly realized, the vampire maid was part of preparing breakfast that morning: it was just that she had been put on table duty. Swinging back and forth between dining room and kitchen, she carried bowls full of prepared food.
“Good morning!” John stepped into the kitchen only to do his masterly duties, which entailed hugging each of them from behind and pressing a kiss on their cheeks. Pleased hums and little swoons were his reward. Their hands remained dedicated to the task and he stepped out of their domain before he could get in the way of anything.
The dining hall was empty, safe for a number of spiders that skittered about, nudging plates and utensils into their proper place. Since it appeared that eating would still be a few minutes off, John followed the sounds of his harem’s chatter. A lot of people made a lot of noise.
He entered to a very usual scene, so usual that it was unusual in a lot of ways.
Cliques in his harem were nothing new. Every sufficiently large friend group had internal sub-divisions of people that got along better. Typically, there was also an element of some people between such cliques not getting along and others forming connective tissue by belonging to two or more. The latter was a thing in the harem, the former was not.
In recent months, by the efforts of both John and Rave, the cliques had been loosened up a bunch. It would have been unhealthy to let the harem balkanize. Everyone knew that, so everyone had followed along with the efforts. That effort had waned a bit, with the various loves of his life currently and visibly clustering in clear groupings inside the large living room. After a period of tossing things up, a period of letting things settle was just as healthy.
John stood in the entrance of the room and observed the various cliques, making mental notes of what was the same and what had changed.
Beatrice, Momo, Scarlett and Lydia formed a quiet cluster around a round table in the corner of the room, drinking water as they exchanged opinions on matters of work and state. That was the workaholic crew, a mainstay of the cliques, constantly conversing about what needed to be done and how best to go about it.
At an adjacent table sat Lu Zhi, Ehtra, Gnome and Nightingale, conversing about similar topics in a different manner. While the workaholics discussed how to get something done, these four talked about what the reaction to getting it done likely would be. They talked theory and propriety, principles and desires. John dubbed them the ladies of state.
Rave sat in the middle of a quartet that was hardly new at this point. Lorelei and Hailey flanked her on the couch, with Moira clearly a part of and yet apart from that group, facing the three of them from her position in an armchair. The unexpected friend group had gradually formed around the two points of worship of the Lady and Rave’s raw charisma. Considering who was involved, John mentally named them the saints, if only because that was funny to him.
Another old and likely unshakeable group of the harem was the chaos brigade. Eliana, Siena and Undine were glued together with the usual mix of craziness. Eliana was shouting, Siena was teasing, Undine was quietly amused, and if Claire had been there, she would have poured fuel on whatever fire that was being stoked. John had also seen Nahoa orbit around this social group a few times, although he wasn’t sure yet how tight that covalent binding was.
Nia and Lee formed one of the smallest sub-divisions in the harem. The two were often glued together, which was an unlikely friendship that had blossomed pretty early and had stayed strong. While Lee seemed pretty happy to chat constantly, Nia was pretty happy to keep listening. One was playing games, the other was watching. It was a straightforward and strong bond that those two shared. John just called them ‘those two’.
Which was a title that perhaps was more appropriate for Salamander and Sylph. That duo was perhaps the first and longest lasting clique, if two people could be called one, inside the harem that wasn’t an overgroup like ‘the maids’. As per usual, the fire and air spirit were playing their game of blabbermouth and angry straight woman, to the amusement of all in earshot.
In this current configuration, three women were left out, although that was mostly of their own choosing. Lyndell had decided to stay in the quietest, darkest corner she could find and write entries into a black journal. Metra stood on a yoga mat, going through exercises. Nathalia was masturbating.
Any of those three could have joined any of the ongoing conversations if they wanted or talked to each other. To be outside of it all was nice at times though, as John himself was currently experiencing.
Seeing them alone did push his mind in the direction of what cliques they were part of. Metra was obviously engaged with her own sister, Ehtra, and then there was the broader clique of the hotheads, which Metra shared with Rave, Nathalia and Salamander.
For her part, Nathalia could also find a home in the dominant women’s club, alongside Siena and Rave, and the goddess trio, with Eliana and Nightingale. The dragoness also spent a lot of time working with Scarlett on business ventures.
Other major groups that interconnected them all were the category of maids and elementals, as well as the crafting crew.
Those were only the major groups that came to John’s mind while he watched over them all. To call his harem tightly interconnected would have been an understatement. Beyond these cliques and groups, there were also various hobbies that tied together various women. Salamander, Rave, Metra and Beatrice were dedicated Smash players, for example, while Lee, Hailey, Nahoa and Ehtra were more the Minecraft sort.
Well, Lee was an every game sort, which made her more of a nexus point of the harem’s social network than she perhaps was aware of. Of course, she still did not compete with the actual ‘leadership’ clique, consisting of Rave, Aclysia, Gnome and Lydia.
John was very happy with the state of integration of his current haremettes. He was equally happy that he was certain he could have approached any of them and hooked right into whatever conversation they were having. Some would barely acknowledge that he was chiming in, others would make him the centre of attention. It was a splendid mixture of everything.
‘This seems to be working out for her?’ John gave Lyndell another look. He had expected the horny mushroom to be at least physically proximate to other haremettes. Instead, she continued to exercise her calligraphy. Proving that she could just exist peacefully in the soundscape of the harem was its own proof of belonging.
John had drunk in enough of the sights. Metra and Lyndell were occupied, while Nathalia seemed like she would appreciate a hand, so he made his way over to her. The dragoness acknowledged his approach. “My mate comes to aid me?” she asked with batted lashes.
“And to indulge myself.” He plopped down on the couch next to her. Immediately he had an arm around her back and his hands on her tits.
Nathalia’s breasts deserved the moniker of divine. The largest rack in his harem was every bit as much fun to knead the 1000th time around as the 1st one.
‘No, this goes beyond fun,’ John realized, while watching and feeling the squish shift under his fingers. He cupped them, lifted them, then let them drop. He marvelled at the way the enormous mounds held their teardrop shape despite their weight. His fingers brushed over the taut skin of the underside, before pressing back into the abundance of flesh. ‘Video games are fun. This is soul healing.’
While he squeezed and massaged, Nathalia moaned. One hand was working her womanhood, the other returned the favour by slow-stroking John’s cock. She knew very well what pace to keep, just as he knew how tightly he should grip. The dragoness had her masochistic moments, but she was not one to have her tits clawed into. Rhythm and respect to tenderness were very important. The roughest touches he gave were when he pinched her nipples.
Nathalia’s hips soon bucked against her hand. A sex-fiend like always, she cried loudly as she climaxed. The tall, horned woman spasmed head to toe. The pumping of her hand slowed, then came to a full halt. Twitches diminished to shivers.
“I crave your seed,” Nathalia purred and glided to the floor. The huge tits that had been under his hands were soon wrapped around his cock, swallowing the entirety of his respectable size between them. The intense heat of the volcano goddess’ cleavage had John groan. “I can feel the vitality in every heartbeat that makes your cock pulse.”
Nathalia extended her pointy, draconic tongue, saliva dripping from the tip. The fluid flowed between her breasts as she shook them. Left to right, up and down, and back again, the alternating rhythm shifted his cock inside the tight ocean of softness and heat. “Are those going to get even larger once I’ve knocked you up?” he wondered aloud.
The question aroused the horny goddess even further. “When will we find out?” she asked. Her ass bounced on her heel, her body rising and falling in support of the work of her breasts. Saliva had mixed with precum, transforming the tightness between her tits into a well-lubricated tunnel. Her half-lidded eyes rolled upwards, as the pleasure from her sensitive breasts coursed through the nymphomaniac.
“Within the next year!” His voice was straining, his whole body tensing and relaxing as he held onto the taut string that was his bodily control. “You’re getting bred within days of Eliana!”
“Yes!” Nathalia cried out, another orgasm making her hands squeeze her tits together. One more bounce of her upper body, and John joined her in the land of bliss. The taut string tore and cum rushed up his shaft. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot white rained down on her face and breasts.
The dragoness remained in her position, evidently eager to continue milking him with her milkers-to-be. John opened his mouth to announce that he wanted to get the Lover’s Class Level – only for Eliana to leap towards him.
Quite literally, as the pretty little psycho launched herself from where she had sat in the room and landed on the seating next to John. Her hands grabbed his arm, her eyes stared pleadingly. “I fucking need you to not spend any more Class Levels for now!”
John’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. It only took a second for him to work out that puzzle. “You want me to keep Class Levels banked for Breeder?”
“Yes!” Eliana declared.
“I was going to max out Lover first…” he carefully presented his intention to a woman that seemed a bit on the fragile side at the moment. Eliana immediately pushed her lower lip forward, a calculated and very effective pout.
It wasn’t as if John found the prioritization of Breeder odd in any capacity. He could only hope that most of the Perks in the Class either applied retroactively or had a grace period from fertilization to birth. Otherwise, his first children would have a bit of a problem in multiple fields.
Holding 10 Class Levels ready so he could rush through those Perks and minimize the amount of goodies his children might miss out on was, all things considered, the proper thing to do. The more he considered it, the more truthful that became. ‘Maybe the proper mindset of being a parent doesn’t kick in until it actually happens,’ John considered. ‘This should have been intuitively true.’ “I agree,” he said to Eliana.
Who let out a relieved sigh and kissed him.
