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The Gamer Chapter 987 – Vacation Week Finale – The Invitation
🕑 Added 2021-04-24 17:28:32 +0000 UTC“Dude, just attack Japan already,” Lee berated her gaming companion.
“I won’t attack before my administration cored my lands,” John responded. “This isn’t a world conquest run.”
“Okay, but how are you going to save the world from anime if you don’t culture convert all of it?”
“I won’t.”
“…Really? You’re going to let the world suffer like that?”
“My girlfriend would kill me if I prevented anime from existing.”
“Totally worth it.”
“Why don’t you gamble your own life away, huh?”
“Because that’s not as entertaining,” Lee shot back, her voice underlined by a sharp moan. It wasn’t her own.
“For the love of god, can you PLEASE stop watching porn?!” the Gamer cried out, desperately trying to get his erection down.
“Nope,” Lee responded.
“You aren’t even masturbating.”
“What, can’t a lady enjoy a leisurely erotic experience?”
“A lady can do whatever she wants at home, not right next to me,” John said and hit the spacebar, pausing the game before turning to his left. “Plus, you’re not a lady.”
Lee swivelled in her own gaming chair and the two faced each other. The good thing was that she was no longer naked. The bad thing was that she looked incredibly cute in the oversized, black shirt and stretchy yoga pants. She didn’t wear anything under either. Whenever she had gotten horny over the past four hours, something that had happened repeatedly, she had put the pants away until she finished taking care of it. While that did keep the borrowed pants clean, it did leave John with repeated erections that he could do nothing about.
“Oy, why don’t I get that label?” the gaming girl asked in an incredibly brash fashion.
“A lady is a title earned by particularly dignified women,” John told her. “Just because you have a cunt doesn’t make you a lady. Ladies don’t carelessly flaunt their sexuality or be this happy about going commando.”
“Three things. First, you can explain to my mom that she failed raising a lady.”
“You are NOT shoving that off on me.” Not only as a point of banter, but also because John earnestly did not want to be the one who had to lead that conversation, he refused.
“Second,” Lee continued unabated. “Panties are shit, all my homies hate panties. Underwear is overrated.”
“That’s what a tomboy with small tits would say.”
“Thanks,” the small-breasted tomboy responded with upbeat cheeriness. “Third, I don’t carelessly flaunt my sexuality, I do it entirely on purpose.”
“And the purpose is to torture me,” John let out an exasperated sigh.
Leaning forwards, pulling at the collar of her oversized shirt, Lee gave John a nice view down her torso. “Precisely,” she grinned.
“…You really will fit in nicely with my girls,” John groaned, then turned when the door opened.
“There you are,” Scarlett said, strutting in naked. The redhead raised an eyebrow when she saw the two of them. “There you two are, I should say.”
“How are you alive again?” Lee wanted to know. “I saw you down two bottles of whisky.”
“It was a Thursday evening.” Scarlett shrugged.
“Thank fucking god you are here,” John blurted out, distracted by her pale curves, and practically jumped out of his chair. “Against the wall, now!” he commanded.
“Somebody sounds pent up,” Scarlett denoted, while obediently turning her chest towards the wall and sticking her ass out. “What did she do to you?”
“Four hours of teasing.”
“Hope you didn’t have a hardon the entire time, stud, that gets dangerous.”
“No, but I still need this,” John growled and pulled down his pants. That he was crossing another line here, having sex right in front of Lee, he didn’t care about. Neither did Scarlett, who didn’t care fundamentally and likely even less so, given that the harem seemed to have already accepted Lee as a member.
He rubbed his dick against her pussy, waiting for it to become wet. Even if his presence and aptitude greatly accelerated the process, Scarlett wasn’t automatically dripping down there just because she saw him. If they had always been leaking around him, that would have caused a few complications in their public life.
That being said, once the switch was flipped, she was in a ready state quickly. Superhuman physique and Libido did come with the rapid production of sexual fluids on both sides of the engagement and John penetrated her as soon as was pleasurable. What followed was an unimaginative, rough fucking of Scarlett against the wall. It only ended when John had dropped three loads inside her.
He pulled out and the thick white liquid soon spilled out of the gaping cunt. “That’s… a morning…” Scarlett panted, struggling to remain upright. John helped her into one of the nearby chairs. Like the floor, they were treated to be easily cleaned, so her leaving a puddle on it hardly mattered. “Phew… great, I might as well take another shower.”
“How are the others?” John asked.
“Dying, to varying degrees,” Scarlett told him, “or still asleep. I’ve places to be, so I got up before those lazy asses.”
Lee, panting a little bit herself for obvious reasons, chimed in, “Is that place to present your ass to the man over there.”
“His cum is better than coffee,” Scarlett said, spreading her pussy lips a little. “Wanna try, new girl?”
Before the offer could be taken, John said, “She isn’t part of the harem yet.”
“…That explains the useless fucking clothes,” Scarlett said, scooping up some cum and sucking it off her finger. “Are you trying to keep a pitiful remainder of distance or something?”
“I owe Magoi that much,” John said.
“Hmmm,” Scarlett thought about that for a second, “I guess my father would have sent some hired knives if you touched me without his approval.”
“Really reassuring.” John’s dry voice accompanied his plopping down back in his chair.
“Think your father was as protective as mine?” Lee asked.
“Were you allowed to leave the house?” Scarlett wanted to know.
“Uhm, yes?” the young Fateweaver didn’t know what she was competing against here.
“There ya go, I win,” the redhead dismissively stated. “I couldn’t leave the house on my own until my parents died.”
“That sounds kinda horrible,” Lee said.
“Nah, it was totally reasonable to keep me safe. Being the strongest technomancer in the world does make you the target of some unwanted attention. That aside, it wasn’t as if I was kept locked in a dark room or anything. I had a whole skyscraper modified to my needs.” Scarlett shrugged. “It’s all in the fucking past anyway, now I got this guy to protect me.” She kicked John’s leg. “And to be used as my boy toy.”
“Really? I am your toy?” John asked. “Want to do your work today from your station on top of the sybian?”
“Of course you’re my toy, John,” Scarlett laughed. “I let you use me however it pleases me. It’s a mutually satisfactory agreement, isn’t it?”
“It is if I’m in power,” John growled playfully. He looked over to Lee. “If you turn out to be masochistic, don’t behave like this brat.”
Scarlett mockingly blew air out of her nose. “Like you don’t enjoy ‘breaking’ me. Speaking of which, I demand to get the Eliza treatment today.”
“So you do want to work from on top of the sybian?” John asked.
“Whatever the fuck you think of, I really don’t care.” Scarlett leaned back and crossed her legs. “I have to keep my feet still for a day and let some stocks develop.”
“Investments going well?” the Gamer inquired.
“No, actually I made a miscalculation and now I’m down a couple of millions – thanks partly to your currency transition,” she waved off. “We can talk economy after you get back from vacation. I don’t want to distract you with that shit.”
“How considerate of you.”
“I try - for you,” the scarlet technomancer said. “Appreciate it.”
“I do.” Smiling, John stood up again and lifted Scarlett up princess carrying style. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Of course you do.” Scarlett rolled her eyes, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “As if we both didn’t play through the what-if scenarios several times. Compliment me properly.”
“Always so demanding,” John grumbled. “You have fantastic hair. The short style compliments your androgynous yet feminine look. You have a thick ass and your petite breasts are cute.” He stopped his cascade of compliments to turn to Lee. “What do you think of my Scarlett?”
“Uhh…” Lee didn’t react well to being put on the spot like that. Resorting to her honesty, she blurted out, “I’d fuck her.”
Scarlett snorted and John joined her in her laughter. Embarrassed, Lee scratched her cheek and waited for them to calm down. “She’s teasing you and she can banter, she will definitely fit in nicely with this depraved fuckfest,” the redhead declared.
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Lee had left shortly after that. With more and more of the harem waking up, John had to tend to them and thus was out of time to game for the moment. Once the girls were through breakfast, many of them either went back to bed or got to work. As requested, John tied Scarlett down in the living room. Otherwise, he was left to his own devices and, eventually, returned to gaming.
He had both phones by his computer. One for work emergencies, one for private calls and the alarm Scarlett had access to. He checked the latter one regularly. Not because he thought Scarlett would use the alarm, but because he expected some sort of message to pop up any minute now. He was wise enough to look at it with a stoic level of detachment, allowing him to enjoy his time despite the slight nervousness he felt.
Hours passed. Afternoon turned into evening. Evening into night. It was well past nine and John was starting to believe that nothing would come of it today. Perhaps Lee was still gathering herself before talking to her parents. She didn’t strike him as the sort of person who needed to work herself up, but he didn’t know everything about her yet. Maybe Magoi wasn’t somewhere she could reach him. It could also have been that the High Fateweaver himself wanted to think about this for a little while longer.
Then the phone finally did buzz. The ringtone identified the caller, without John needing to look at the display. He braced himself for whatever was to come and accepted the call. “Hello Magoi,” he said in a sombre tone.
“Hello there, John Newman, a.k.a. the Gamer, a.k.a. a man of a truly debauched lifestyle.” Magoi sounded like he usually did, an odd mixture of serious and quirky. “The end of the month is coming up, isn’t it?”
“In about three hours, yeah?” John agreed, a bit confused that this was the route being taken. Was Magoi genuinely calling because of that reason or was this a roundabout way to lead into the topic at hand?
“Three hours, plenty of time to meet up at the I.D. Gate, wouldn’t you say?” Magoi said. “We wouldn’t want to delay your grinding session longer than necessary, now would we?”
“…I suppose not,” the Gamer knew where this was going and played along. “I’ll tell my girls to be prepared.”
“Splendid. Don’t worry, I’ll add an extra day to the usual schedule, because of the rashness of it all. That’ll give you the time to compensate for lost sleep and other things that will occupy you.”
“I see… Magoi, just be clear with me, should I expect the session to end earlier than usual?”
There was a moment of grave silence and a sigh. “John, you can at least count on all of this ending without harm done to our work relationship. Magnus talked to us before Lee did.”
‘Thank you, buddy.’ John sent a prayer up to whatever god may listen, that good fortune would reach his friend. “Alright then. I’ll see you in three hours.”
“Yes. Oh, and bring your best fishing rod.”
Comments
On a phone? You're really committed. Or simply mad.
Well that was anti-climatic though basically guaranteed to happen anyway. The whole I’m-not-happy-about-this-but-I-can’t-really-do-anything-about-this-so-I’ll-just-live-with-it-and-hope-everything-works-out-in-the-end. Also really annoying to do all those hypens on a phone hit the symbols button type a word repeat.
