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The Gamer Chapter 1760 – Home is where the Harem is
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 03:30:43 +0000 UTC
John was crunching numbers.
‘So, with the Extension and Creator Puppet both fully off and all 5 of my elemental girls set to 50% upkeep cost, I come out at a deficit of… 48,28 per second. Since my Max MP is also down 99%, I only got 4130 in store and that means, even if I put everything into Wisdom, I can only have everyone summoned for 85 seconds.’ He sighed. “No matter how I slice it, I can’t get the elementals in here.”
Rave let out a deep and disappointed sigh. “It is what it is.”
“Over here.” A folded fan was put against John’s jawline. Pulling against it, the flat object turned his head to the left, where the roundish face of the Chinese empress met him with a tomboyish smile. “If you’re done with the math, how about you pay me all the kisses you owe me, hmm?”
A piece of metal pushed against the part of his jaw opposite of the fan, turning his head to the right. There, he was met by the stern expression of the German queen. The loving blue of her eyes greatly diminished the rigid discipline on display. “As a true haremette, I exert my privilege to be treated to affections first.”
“You can both get to the back of the line first.” A lava ocean of squish pressed against the back of John’s head when Nathalia wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was a haremette before either of you knew him.”
“You had his second body for the last month!” Lulu protested.
“Your status as a haremette before me is highly questionable. I believe your view of him at the time was ‘boy toy good enough for me to only use him’,” Lydia joined.
“Ladies,” Nightingale cooed. “You fail to recognize the higher priority… therefore, I will gladly take advantage.” The harpy knelt in front of John and extended her prehensile tongue. Skilfully, the harpy directed the dextrous muscle over the underside of his cock. While it glided, she tilted her neck back in such a way that he got a perfect view of the depths of her mouth. Black lips framed white teeth, little fangs forming pleasant protrusions, and behind it all was the twitching, glistening depth of the purple folds that lined the inside of her throat.
“We do not view serving him immediately as the same romantic act you do, Gale,” Lydia stated.
“There’s an order to these things!” Lulu complained. “Kisses first, then anal!”
‘Wait, anal is on the menu?’ John thought. Last explored boundary with Lulu was oral. Granted, that boundary had been thoroughly explored, but with a throat as sensitive as hers, there was no reason to go further. ‘Well, it has been a month without me…’ Unlike other haremettes, Lulu had only seen him. They hadn’t had any time to get busy in the sexual sense since before he had left for Yucatan. In fact, the time he had not fucked her was about two thirds of the duration of their relationship so far. “Nightingale – her first.”
Obediently, the harpy pulled her tongue back in. “Your desire is mine, my patriarch,” she cooed, her voice a little croaky from the sticky juices lubricating her throat-pussy. Harpy biology was something special.
Nightingale shuffled to the side, remaining on the floor. Her pale skin only made her glistening, black lips rise all the more. Black and purple were the harpy’s colours. The wings that replaced her arms and hair were of such a dark shade of purple that they nearly appeared black. Purple was the short fuzz that marked the transition from her human thighs to her bird-like lower legs.
All of her torso was human, from the petite breasts to the slender swing of her hips. A pair of blue half-moons marked her midriff, mirrored by the centre line of her midriff. Equally blue stars were nestled in the crescent. Winking at her man, the harpy revealed her little mischief to him without a word: making fellow haremettes envious was one way to make them eat.
John’s attention shifted to Lu Zhi. The imperial tomboy was naked. A standard affair in these halls. Her letting her black hair down was more of an occasion. What was usually contained in her double buns now fell just past her shoulders. Asymmetrical bangs covered one side of her forehead. Green eyes sat above green lips. In her current state, everything else about her was regularly human. She was on the short side, by John’s standards, and her breasts slightly smaller than those of Nightingale. Her hips were wide, especially for her height, giving her that delectable pear shape that John, forever an ass-man, loved so much.
“I suppose I have no choice then.” The Chinese empress winked at her secret lover and glided down to the floor, taking the offered spot. “If Master wants it,” she purred. Using that title was dangerous – something that he reminded her of swiftly. A hand placed on her head flipped the submissive switch in the tomboy’s brain and he swiftly guided her down.
A throat-pussy like Nightingale had was exclusive to the harpy. Orgasmic throats, however, were wonderfully widespread.
Lulu had one such sensitive throat. The long wait only made that worse for her. Practically shoving her down, John stuffed the tight comfort hole with his girthy manhood. A muffled, orgasmic scream was all that he needed to know he should keep her down for as long as her lungs gave her. He would make sure she remembered that there were more than political reasons to stay with him by screwing her brains out and then snuggling with her while they talked about the proper application of force.
The imperial tomboy bobbing between his legs, John kept on marvelling at his assembly of gorgeous women – and it was HIS assembly. A wonderful fact of life.
Lydia leaned back, presenting herself to his gaze in all of her balanced beauty. Breasts and hips were at a ratio that would have made the average supermodel go green with envy. Her face was no less gorgeous, with those grey-blue eyes and the copper red hair that she kept, as per usual, in an orderly braid. Forever most prominent were her lips. There was no mouth that John would have described as more perfect, red and full as it was. Just as red was the lingerie that accentuated her curves, the bra and panties both slit where the lace would have hidden hard nipples and wet cunt.
Nathalia, discontent with standing behind him, stepped through the gap the Couch opened for her then sat down on the re-formed cushion. The dragon goddess was an assembly of extremes. She was the tallest person in the room. Her tits were the largest in his harem by a slight and yet notable margin. Jiggling with every ever so slight motion, they nearly captured enough of John’s attention to keep his eyes from roaming down. Her midriff was softly toned, the taut skin the light brown of a Latina woman. The ass matched the size of her tits, giving her an extreme hourglass figure that was indecent in whatever she wore. Her orange glowing eyes held a haughty gaze. A little gesture flipped the cascade of orange-red hair over the backrest. “Grope me,” she ordered, her red lips forming the words of her sensuous voice perfectly.
John had already been moving to do exactly that. Since Lulu was doing exactly what she was supposed to, he had both hands free to put around Nathalia and Lydia. Queen and goddess nuzzled up against him, completing his sense of joy and power. Yet, those two and the two on the floor were just the beginning of his gorgeous harem.
Sitting in the middle of the curve of the U-shaped couch, the Gamer had a full view of everyone present.
Closest on the left side was Eliana. At 1,62 metres, she was among the shorter members of his harem. Her white hair turned blue from the chin downwards, peaking at a bright azure colour that continued all the way to the tips. To say she was pale would have been an understatement, her skin possessing a slight blue tinge that translated to a purple tint for her lips. It was an unorthodox look, but John loved it and her. Her nipples shared the colour, as did the petals between her thick thighs. While her breasts were of a moderate size, those legs were anything but, reaching a borderline disproportionate level of squeezable.
Delicia, next to her, made the failed goddess look tall and reasonably proportioned. The alchemist’s white hair was short and messy. Her blue eyes and light grin always depicted a degree of bratty smugness. Her body was something she could be proud of, being the quintessential view of a human shortstack. Despite being the second shortest member of the harem, Delicia had some of the fattest tits, ass, and thighs around and she flaunted it all readily.
Nia sat still, her expression neutral. The blonde, blue-eyed French woman suffered from a case of resting bitch face, but John knew that she was just contemplating new ways to pet cats. The blank was slender, making her decently sized breasts stand out that much more on her lithe frame. While John liked his women on the squeezable, slightly athletic side, he would never deny the allure of Nia’s long legs and elegant movements. The black eyepatch that covered her right was all that she wore. Like Lulu, she decided to leave behind what tied her hair, letting the very long strands of gold flow freely down her shoulder.
Rave was the golden mean of everything John was attracted to, which likely was because his type had been shifted to ‘Jane Hollmey’ since he had first met her. The Asian bombshell was athletic but not too athletic. Her breasts were neither large nor small. With cat ears, a cat tail, and cute fangs she had just the right amount of monster girl features. Her face was just gorgeous, her wild pink hair cursed to look just that good while framing her features. Most importantly, the feline Lightbearer had the perfect ass. Not a perfect ass – THE perfect ass. The only comparison John had ever found was Gaia herself.
Scarlett was an androgynous beauty. The features of her face, while leaning pointedly towards the female, were ‘harder’ than that of the other women. That impression was softened by the cascade of deep red, straight hair that reached all the way to her lower back. Dense and thin, the silky strands fell, the bangs partly covering one of her red eyes. Her lips were a light shade of pink, as were the nipples that crowned her almost flat chest. The narrowness of her waist flared out at the hips. That body was definitely for breeding.
Hailey sat next to her engineering rival. The busty woman had a cap on her head, hiding the dark roots of her sun-bleached hair. Most of her body had also been treated by the sun, turning her into the very image of an American country gal. Tan lines from bikini top and bottom added pale lines, completing the look. Hailey knew what she was and she wore that proudly. Arms and midriff had gained a good amount of definition from years of farmwork.
Lee was last on the left side of the couch. The Fateweaver was playing with her messy bangs. The rest of her dark brown, basically black, hair fell down to her petite breasts. Despite being a gaming chair bell pepper, Lee was quite athletic, especially when it came to her thunder thighs. Her brown eyes were as much roaming the room as John’s were. Sometimes it looked like the gamer girl couldn’t believe that she was part of the harem.
First on the right side of the Couch, John’s eyes were met by Aclysia presenting herself. The white hair of the Asian-appearing woman was straight, except for the strand of hair that decoratively settled between her eyes. The texture of her black horns was remarkably smooth. The slit pupils in her green eyes were heavily dilated, looking at her Master. The first of his maids sat straight, putting her body on display without pushing anything out too much. She had shapely breasts of medium size. The most pronounced thing about her figure was easily her bottom, the wide hips and juicy bubble butt swinging wonderfully into her thighs. All of her was pale and delicious.
The same could be said about Momo. Slightly shorter than the older Artificial Spirit, the sassy support was every bit as bottom heavy. She had not started that way and had, in-fact, chosen to display herself like that during the time she was away from him. Her skin graduated from pale and entered the plainly white category. Black nails were the most pronounced colour difference, a remnant of the inactive Touch of the Archfae. Nipples, cunt, and lips were all of a pink a little too bright to be natural. Her chest was flat, the smallest set around.
Beatrice mirrored her twin. The strand of hair between her eyes went left to right rather than right to left. The mole under her lips was on the left side rather than the right. Her horns were white rather than black. The gem embedded in her chest was the same blue colour as Aclysia, differentiating it intensely from the red one above Nathalia’s cleavage. Besides their mannerism, the starkest difference between the passive maid and her older twin was her hair. The wild fall of silver-white strands was carefully designed to be chaotic without losing structure. Like Aclysia’s, Beatrice’s hair fell all the way to her bottom.
Metra spread her toned legs wide when he came to inspect her. The blonde wolf woman had always had an exhibitionistic streak. Most muscular out of all of his haremettes, the warrior woman had every reason to be proud of her shape. Even if she hadn’t been granted it by her nature, she would have earned twice over by how much she worked out in her free time. Her open hair fell to her upper back. In terms of her features and overall shape, she looked like the Middle Eastern half sister of Rave. She was darker of skin, not as bottom heavy, and overall more rough, and still gorgeous.
Ehtra had her arms crossed under her enormous E-cups and demonstrably turned her head away just as he was starting to look at her. The two small side braids by her ears flew from the swiftness of the motion. The third, large braid that usually confined the end of her long white hair was left open today. Ehtra was of darker skin than her sister, chocolate rather than caramel. Her hips matched her tits, wide and inviting. She had the ass and the thighs worthy of being part of the maid cadre.
As did Claire, seated one further down. The vampire met John with a sharp-fanged smile, her green eyes flashing red for a moment. Her hair was short and orderly. The sidelocks framing her hair were deliberately kept a little longer than the hair at the back. Her lips were of a pinkish red, her breasts on the larger side of petite, and her thighs were half the reason why John had gone to war with Arkeidos.
Last and definitely not least was Lorelei. Like the others, the seer wore her white-blonde hair open that day. It had a nice bit of wave to it and was just the slightest bit messy. Pale, milky eyes left no hint to the original colour of her irises, but her second sight could be felt in every moment. John had ordered her to strip a little bit ago, to drink in the full sight, and she had obliged up to the point where she could not. Her breasts were of medium size, bordering on large, and her overall figure that of a balanced hourglass. Her bottom was, compared to other members of the ass-man’s harem, of moderate size. Her sex was hidden behind a strip of silk, attached to a metal belt of blue and black. It did not look like it would stop her, but the chastity belt was undefiable… as long as the wearer agreed to it.
The elementals were sorely missed.
Gnome, with her elegant side braids giving her brown hair a noble look, would have made for a wonderful view of a more simply proportioned woman. The Korean-esque elemental was beautiful in a plain way, her figure a quintessential dream woman.
Sylph was an energetic short thing, shortest in the harem in fact. Shortness did not make her any less feminine, with shapely breasts and thighs that made up a curvy figure that was simply shorter. A storm of floating green hair was always following her movements.
Salamander was the embodiment of fiery hotness. Second largest tits around, fattest ass in the harem, toned, tall, and always with a mean grin on her red lips, she was just… hot. The buzz-cut and jagged black lines that covered much of her crimson skin and the left side of her face, concentrating around her left eye, black of sclera and orange of iris, added to her unorthodox looks.
Undine was unusual as well, even among the slime girls John had met in his life. Her shade of blue was darker, grey tinged, and she had a pair of antlers. Black, swirling marks wound down the right side of her body. Her hair was even darker than her body, her eyes a bright gold. Beyond that, Undine was incredibly toned for a woman that was composed entirely of liquid. Her breasts were large, her hips wide.
Siena was a succubus in all but her demonic nature. She had a thicker version of the spade-tipped tail, she had the claws, she had the grey-blue skin, the swung horns, latex-like coverings of her arms and legs, and she absolutely had the curves. Had she been taller, she would have taken the title of biggest ass around from Salamander, but she was happy with being the winner relative to height (ignoring Delicia). Large breasts and a perfect showcase of the linea alba rounded out the look of the moon-eyed semen demon.
Those were all John’s women – all 22 haremettes he currently called his. 21 and a prospective one, if he was being technical, but the empress massaging his shaft with her tongue was a project he did not intend to forsake. All 22 were his and all of those currently on the Couch were marked by a deep blue symbol right above their womb: a heart shape surrounded by swirling approximations of the shape of ovaries. A mark that they were his in love and that he loved them just as much.
John sighed one more time, sad that he would be without the elementals for a few more days. He glanced at his Character Sheet to run the math again.
There was no way.
“Alright, time to open this harem meeting!” he raised his voice.
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