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The Gamer Chapter 1761 – Talks about the Future
🕑 Added 2024-10-14 18:55:03 +0000 UTC
John made his request the joking echo of how he would direct a cabinet meeting, “Ehtra, please announce our order of business.”
Rolling her eyes, the secretary angel rose from her seat. “In no particular order, we have to talk about: Nahua, the Aztec survivors, the Twilight Twins, time for Lydia and Lu Zhi, John’s safety, Fusion’s political situation, Class Levels, and the Small Lake Tournament.”
“We should definitely start... with… Nahua….” John groaned, his cock tensing inside Lu Zhi’s throat. Each shot, the orgasming empress glided up a little further. The last fourth of his seed, she caught in her mouth. Even that was enough to fill it completely.
Tilting her head back, Lulu kept the head of his cock on her outstretched tongue, while presenting the thick white she had gathered. A simple nod was all the permission she needed to close her mouth and gulp heavily. Swiftly, she showed her now empty mouth, then flirtatiously mused, “Thanks for the meal.”
“Is it my turn?” Nightingale asked.
“Yes and no,” John said, causing the horny harpy to tilt forwards, then stop. Her enthusiasm made him chuckle and his cock twitch. “I want everyone to be able to weigh in, so we’ll have to give it a short pause. After we have cleared the important topic, you can get your tongue busy.”
“The tongue is the shallow start,” the lady of the night cooed, then cleared her throat. “I see the wisdom in your words. Nahua is the first topic then?”
“Indeed – Yes, Lulu?”
The imperial tomboy raised her hand a little higher after she had been called. “Question!” she shouted as if she was in a slice of life anime set in high school. “Since I am only a prospective member, do I get to join in on this talk?”
“Yes,” John decided immediately on what could have been a lengthy talk. Lulu’s situation was special and he did not think it would be repeated like this. Part of the reason why he had rejected Nahua when he had was that he did not want the prospective haremette title to be one that was handed out on a whim, even a collective one. “You’ll be treated as part of this harem, although I have not revealed our entanglement to her yet. If you want to meet her first, that’s your right.”
The imperial tomboy smiled up at him through half-lidded eyes. There was something smug about it that John did not quite get. Was she revelling in the fact that he was already taking them as a foregone conclusion, perhaps? “I shan’t overstretch my privileges,” she announced magnanimously. “I had already agreed to your entanglement with her.”
“Honestly speaking, approval about her joining the harem is the second point of order when it comes to her,” John answered. “First we need to get her in the kind of headspace where she’s ready for a relationship.”
“From personal experience, I can definitely fucking say that waiting until you get unfucked is not always an option,” Eliana threw in. “Plus, sometimes some good-for-everything asshole comes along and actually starts fixing you, the cock.”
“Sounds horrid,” John drawled. “You being manic is honestly easier to deal with though. We’ll have to coax Nahua out of a very justified depression.”
“My love, I would appreciate a detailed update on her current status,” Lydia requested. Unlike the others, excluding Lulu, the queen had not heard of what had happened with Nahua in recent days from his own lips. Phone calls and Harem Comm chats made for poor substitutes.
“After the whole Macuil situation was dealt with, she retreated and we left her be. Then, after three days, I went in there to at least motivate her to help resettle her people. She managed to hold a somewhat passionate speech and has tried to stay moving, but it’s clear that she’s having trouble. Her eyes glaze over, she becomes unresponsive, and she’s constantly tired. Granted, that’s only an analysis of the last day.”
Momo wiggled her fingers to get everyone’s attention. “I can definitely say that she’s having a depressive episode. To repeat one of the few smart things to ever come out of John’s mouth: definitely justified. Gnome is better at helping people out with this sort of stuff… but I think for the time being we can make due by having at least one of us around her at a time. Eliana, I would like it if you and I could take the brunt of the work on that one.”
“Fucking me? You want fucking ME to help you with the depresso-lotl?”
“To be blunt about it, you do have a lot of experience in being depressed,” Momo stated. “And I mean your genocidal half more than your human half.”
“Impudent woman…” Thana growled through the gap between their characters. “Way too fucking accurate,” Eliana continued. “Okay, but do you want her to end up like me?”
“I don’t think anyone can end up like you,” Momo sassed, to the pretty little psycho’s amusement. “The idea is that we use one half understanding of her situation and one half functional member of society to give her the sympathy she needs and show her the way out.” Taking a short pause, the fairy maid looked around. “Once she’s good, I’d suggest we do the Lee slash Claire shuffle and have her accompany each of us on our typical day. It will help her get used to modernity and give us all a chance to get to know her.”
“Since when are you running my harem?” John asked.
“I’m not running it, I’m making sure you don’t run it into the ground,” Momo shot right back. “I like it here.”
“Awww, ya hear that, she likes us!” Rave declared. Other haremettes around started muttering unserious things between them, making the room sound as if they were mocking Momo for the confession.
“S-shut up!” the blushing fairy stuttered. She had to know none of this was serious and yet she was turning red.
‘Adorable,’ John thought, then returned to the talk at hand. “To the point, I think Momo’s suggestion is exactly what we should do.”
“You skipped on the detail of where she is currently staying,” Lydia pointed out.
“Ah, yes, that would be Aclysia’s apartment, for now,” John told everyone. “I’ll be putting together a place for her later. Yes, Aclysia?” The weaponized maid had raised her hand. “It is your humble opinion that we should suggest to Nahua that she become a maid?”
Aclysia smiled softly. “That is correct, my wise Master. Maidhood is a good path for any woman that feels lost. Chores present a steady stream of important work that can take the mind off the unpleasant things and redirect thoughts to the good that is done for people one cares about.”
“I can see the argument, but I don’t want to… for the lack of a better word, ‘groom’ her into becoming a maid. When she accompanies you on your day, you can suggest to her that she help you.”
“Statement: by memetic energy, her chance of turning into a maid is 100%,” Beatrice weighed in.
John could not say that the thought of a maidolotl was displeasing to him. White haired and green-eyed, the bottom-heavy Aztec demigoddess did fit the general profile. Those cute head frills would also harmonize quite well with the overall aesthetic. That being said, John thought all of his women looked good in just about anything.
“Moving onto the question whether she can join my harem, then,” John announced, choosing not to dwell on the fantasy. “I’ve talked with those that were with me during the expedition. I’d like the thoughts of the rest of you in some more detail.”
“I will make this short and speak for everyone,” Nathalia took the initiative. “I have not yet formed an opinion on her – how could I when she is this lethargic? – but I sincerely trust you on this.” Nathalia looked to Eliana, Nightingale, Lydia and Lu Zhi, to permit them to interrupt her if their thoughts differed from hers. None of them did. “I trusted Momo and Jane on the matter that she would fit in and moved along the usual tides, expecting the usual to happen. That you chose to not eat the meat right in front of you proves that you do actually know that we are moving towards a limit.” The dragoness’ gigantic breasts bounced when she shrugged. “I will get to know her. I expect your type to fit in. I trust you more than ever before. All that I require has been given to me.”
Nods all around, not just from the women that the question had been posed towards. Metra even clapped loudly for the redhead. “On behalf of Salamander, I feel the need to say: what the fuck, Nathy, you can say something that’s not lewd or hungry?”
“I’ll break you, welp,” Nathalia growled.
“Fucking try.” Metra grinned confidently.
‘The level of my entire harem right now is about 60 up from what Nathalia was when I first met her,’ the Gamer thought. It wasn’t the first time a revelation like that had occurred and it remained odd. “In any case, I am deeply grateful for your trust in me,” John kept the conversation on track. That their not-so-little group remained orderly at times like this was a miracle in and of itself. Often, little side chats did occur, but they always went quiet when he or someone else said something in that presenting tone of voice used to command attention. Mutual respect went a long way. “Next point of order would be the Aztec people. Jane, you want to lead on this?”
“Not sure what ya want me to say, tiger,” the feline Lightbearer reporter. “As all of ya know, there’s a lot of people down there. We could try to get them all over the mundane border, but that’d be a problem in the long run so we have to get them all new identities using the usual Abyssal means and then ship them over. There’s like 20’000 of them. Even the entire Fusion navy can’t ferry them in one go, so I’m having a bunch of private people enlisted or at least give money to pay for that. If any of ya wanna help with that, that’d be good?”
“How quickly do you need help?” Lulu asked, still sitting on the floor.
“Whole passport thing will take at least a week to have the actual documents ready and distributed, so about that quickly?” Rave suggested. “We really don’t wanna stay in Yucatan, it’s a giant headache for Momo.”
“The worst,” the fairy maid echoed.
Creating a new jade fan from the air, Lulu tapped her chin with the flat of the folded instrument. “The navy was never our proudest arm of the military, yet we possess it all the same. Tribute has been paid and it would only be proper that the Mandate of Heaven repays with kindness. It would also dissuade some voices from needling you if we, as a neutral power, came to oversee the transport.” The tapping stopped, a dangerous grin spreading on the empress’ face. “We shall see to it that the Worldturtle is sent.”
John’s eyebrow shot up. There were currently three fully grown Worldturtles around the globe. Two were with the Dangun Clan, who were historically the nation who had the most success finding and taming them. The last one… was complicated. Like all fully grown Worldturtles, it was old, and when something went through the possession of multiple generations of noble families, things were never easy.
This particular problem went across borders as well. The Worldturtle, on paper, belonged to a family that had been installed as part of the governing guild of modern-day Vietnam. To say that South East Asia’s history with Chinese rulership was turbulent would have been the understatement of at least two millennia. When Vietnam had become independent some one thousand years back, the family had sided with the rebels. When the Mandate of Heaven then reasserted itself, it had pardoned the family. Since then, the loyalty of that group had been, at best, wavering.
“It would certainly solve the space issue,” John carefully suggested.
“And it will give that annoying dragon killer something to do,” Lu Zhi declared.
“Dragon killer?” Nathalia asked.
“Vinh Phuong, to use your order of first name, last name,” the imperial tomboy answered.
“’Glory Phoenix’?” John roughly translated the name. “I assume she’s a descendant of a person who used the power of the vermilion phoenix then?”
“And doubtlessly the inheritor were I to use that power these days. To answer the question, she’s been going around clearing out whatever Natural Barrier she could find on her own. Every time she gets back, she declares that, ‘All dragons shall kneel before me!’”
“That sounds like it could be easily misconstrued as a challenge to your authority,” John pointed out.
“Oh, the clarity of intent is lost in translation.” Lu Zhi’s pupils turned into slits, her smile even sharper. “It’s definitely a challenge.” A swift circle of her wrist dismissed her face, her features relaxed. “We will have her busy herself with this work for a minute.”
“Any ulterior motives?” John had to wonder.
“I am trying to save her – from me,” the Chinese empress stated plainly, then gave John’s cock a lick. “Anything else I need to concentrate for or can I help Nightingale with this delicious thing?”
“I believe the news on the Twilight Twins is still fairly important,” John told her.
The imperial tomboy groaned, then shuffled to the side. While an update on her border issue was of high importance to the empress, Nightingale could enjoy stuffing her throat. It would have been more proper to give Lydia the space first, but the queen did not express interest in occupying her mouth that way at the moment.
“Oh, heaven,” John groaned, when the shifting, slippery folds of the harpy’s throat enveloped him. Nightingale didn’t even take him all the way in before having her first orgasm. Sometimes John felt like his stacked modifiers made inducing climaxes in his partners too easy. Then he saw their pleasure, intensity undiminished by frequency, and he put that thought at the back of his mind. He would get to run the challenge of satisfying them all without the bonuses whenever he used the Lover’s Will Overclock again.
The deep, enjoying hum of the goddess vibrated around his manhood, while she took him all the way in. She did not linger long at the base, favouring slow and steady bobs. He remained three-thirds inside her most of the time, making her throat bulge. Only when she really needed to breathe did the harpy retreat until only the head of his cock was in her mouth.
An amused sigh and a throaty moan filled one of John’s ears each. His hands had sunk deeper into the tits of the two redheads flanking him. Lydia found his male simplicity enjoyable. Nathalia had tits so sensitive that him squeezing them almost sent her over the edge. Some extra attention paid to her nipples made that an actuality.
A goddess on the floor and one on the Couch, both climaxing, John went on, “Simply put, we found the second Twilight Twin. The theory that they are the Metracanas reincarnated in humans is practically confirmed, although we have no outright confession to it.” John took a short pause, the worshipping of his cock forcing him to concentrate on his words. “It also seems that they have a goddess of luck on their side.”
“Oh?” Lu Zhi’s eyes snapped from her envious following of Nightingale’s work to his face. “You do have our interest now, husbaaaaa-ooooney?”
“Ya really gotta stop slipping up like that Lulu, or imma spank ya,” Rave warned.
“It’s not easy, okay?” Lulu pouted adorably. It did not work. That she was the first to marry him was one of the few lines in the sand that his first fiancée had drawn. “I prostrate myself before the first of his women.”
“That’s right,” Rave stated, satisfied, after the empress had done as she had said. “Anyhowzels, I believe the name was Mae?”
“That is what the Lucky Coin said,” John confirmed. “And since those coins were powerful enough to find windows of opportunity in a fight of that calibre, we can assume that we are dealing with a high-tier goddess here.”
“The Faith of luck would produce nothing less,” Nathalia agreed reluctantly, as if the existence of other powerful goddesses was a personal insult to her. “I do actually have previous experiences with gods of luck.”
“Plural?” John noticed. “Do tell?”
“They have a horrific tendency to gamble with things they shouldn’t and get eaten because of it,” the dragoness stated simply.
“We’re probably dealing with a fox girl, so we gotta keep a harem slot open,” Rave joked.
“Tamamo no Mae, that why?” Lee asked. The figure referenced was a famous Japanese folklore figure – an evil fox spirit said to have been sealed in a stone. The stone, or at least the stone the mundane attached that belief to, was still intact. Regardless of that, the legend was the origin of nine-tailed fox women being a frequent figure in Japanese media.
“We highly doubt that the Tamamo no Mae is roaming again – and even more do we doubt that she would be goddess of luck,” Lu Zhi said. “Tianlong had the displeasure of knowing her. It may be one of her kin, though.”
“Even if she is, that does not auto-include her in my harem.” To that comment, Rave only giggled. “The reason why I bring her up is that it helps explain how they went unnoticed for so long and why they keep getting what they want. Fortune is quite literally on their side.”
“Very interesting indeed. Anything we should do with that information?”
“Nothing new,” John said with a frustrated sigh. “Hikari left without talking to any of us.” He glanced over to Ehtra. The First of Hatred was stubbornly staring ahead. Still, the Metracana wanted to verify what of her sisters was still in there. Opportunities had not been given for her to do more than exchange passing glances with the swordswoman.
“Alright then… Now can I help suck you off?”
“Not quite,” John disappointed her.
Comments
gordianTangle
It has been a while since John filled one of those "permanent perk from having sex with a god" slots, and I think there is still one open. Luck seems like a very good thing to fill one of those with.
