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The Gamer Chapter 843 – Dreams and Schedules
🕑 Added 2020-09-19 14:34:55 +0000 UTCJohn opened his eyes. He was lying in a shallow and still ocean. Above him, the stars stretched endlessly, forming dense clusters and lanes. It wasn’t the sky of his world. ‘This dream again,’ the Gamer thought as he remained lying, only glancing to the sides to see if something had changed. The water around him was of an arcane purple and itself sparkled with silver light.
The Gamer expected to wake up any second now and just watched the stars. He wondered if he would find any figures in the firmament. Given that the astrologers of the mundane world had pulled some pretty vast stretches to interpret a lion into a constellation of brighter stars, he doubted he could do it in his dream, no matter how lucid.
‘Since I’m aware I’m dreaming now, shouldn’t I be able to manipulate things?’ he wondered and tried really hard to manifest his girlfriend’s butt as a constellation. He stared and stared and thought and thought. The stars moved. Something gazed down on him.
John opened his eyes and blinked a few times. In the darkness, there was only the slight tingle on his eyes that indicated that he should sleep on a little bit more. ‘It seems you really do wake up if you try to force your lucid dreams too much,’ he thought and rolled onto his side. For once, he wasn’t covered in girls, so he could sleep on his side. Doing so made him the big spoon for one of his girls. Siena, given that odd, ‘cold’ smell that filled his nose, like a stroll through an empty park in early spring. The pillow under his head, a simple sheet into which Undine had retreated to make for the most comfortable headrest anyone could have ever asked for, reshaped to compensate. He drifted back off into sleep.
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John stood in front of the mirror. In front of him was his recently acquired Character Customization menu. He put the tanning setting a fair bit lower and watched as his skin changed from milk coffee to the lightest of tans. Humming, he put it up a bit more until he had found a healthy-looking middle ground between the two. Staying as tanned as he had become during the height of summer was a bit excessive, but going back to being pale didn’t suit his new image either. “Does this work for you?” he asked Rave and Aclysia, the two being with him in the bathroom.
Turning towards him with her toothbrush in her mouth, his girlfriend said, “Yesh, ish good,” and gave him a thumbs up.
Aclysia looked him up and down and then gave the predictable answer, “The tone of your skin does not concern me, Master, you are attractive no matter what.”
“What if I do this?” John mused and pushed the slider of his muscle density down until he was almost as thin as the day he had gotten his powers. Raising his Physical Stats had made him somewhat broader when it came to his bones, so he couldn’t go all the way down. His clothes slimmed down alongside him and his better looks were retained, being managed by another slider. He wasn’t his old plain self, he was just a very thin, good looking rich person now. Someone could have gotten the impression that he raised companies with his little finger but would struggle to pick up a half-full glass of water.
Rave let hear an amused snort, only to cough wildly when the consequence of her comedic indulgence hit her. Nose and throat full of peppermint-flavoured toothpaste foam, she was unable to participate in the conversation with more than a couple of desperate claps to her boyfriend’s side. They didn’t bother him all that much. He may have looked as if a particularly vicious gust of wind could have carried him several kilometres, but his actual Strength remained the same.
After a few moments of hesitation, Aclysia spoke up again. “While I stand by my previous comment that I am attracted to who you are, my perfect master John, I must amend that I would indeed prefer it if you retained a more appealing physical form. The shade of your skin colour has, a pasty white and unnatural brown aside, no influence on this. Presence of muscles, however, has; so please, revert to your proper Adonis shape.”
John did so with a nod and smile. Keeping a slimmer appearance could come in handy if he needed to cramp through tight spaces or if it could lead an opponent to underestimate him. Neither were likely or useful applications. On the rare occasion that he did need to force his way through somewhere tight, a few centimetres would seldom be the deciding difference. Needing it was an unlikely occurrence in an already unlikely situation. Sending Undine through would be much better. As for the latter situation, John doubted he would ever run into a person that didn’t know who he was that was also threatening to him. Not at this stage of his life, anyway. Better to just look tall, toned and charismatic. That went better with his pride anyway.
He had been fidgeting with his setting one bit at a time over the last couple of days. His hair and eyes had gone unchanged, they were only just deciding on a skin colour and the body shape wasn’t much of a debate anyway. Really, the only thing he had done was to adjust the colour of the Lover’s Will marks that covered his hands, changing them from dark blue to proper black. Not a huge change, all things considered.
“Ya dick,” Rave cussed him out when she finally regained her voice. “I was brushing my teeth!”
“Hope you were going for the full three minutes,” John retorted. “I want your smile beautiful and your mouth clean for kissing.”
“Yeah, right,” his girlfriend rolled her eyes and reached for the mouthwash, “for ‘kissing’, like ya aren’t concerned about clean BJ holes first.” She filled a shot with the bright green liquid and a peppermint scent filled the room, even more intense than the toothpaste. “I’m brushing three times a day because of ya – the sacrifices of couple life.”
“Oh no, you have to take care of your dental hygiene because of me, how terrible.” John’s dry remark earned him a pinch in the butt, while his girlfriend put the glass to her lips. Instead of swallowing, she swirled it around in her mouth and handed John the bottle and the glass. A few seconds later, he was following her example. The mouthwash wandered back into the closet that stretched around the massive unit that combined several sinks together. The glass went to Aclysia, who would have it replaced and washed by the end of the day.
Once they were on route back to the living room, Rave continued on, “Single life has its purposes, ya know? Staying up until 2 AM…”
“…playing video games without plans the next day…” John continued.
“…going to a party and smoking weed…” Rave suggested the polar opposite.
“Not really my scene.”
She ignored his comment and went on, “…eating an entire chocolate bar and not bothering when ya wake up with stink breath the next morning.” Sighing, she fell onto the couch and toppled over Gnome in the process. The autumn elemental had been deeply concentrating on a romance novel and was now making surprised noises as she was getting cuddled by the harem leader. “Seriously, why did I give that up to be with ya?”
“Beats me,” John told her and put his suit back into his inventory. Now that he was no longer testing his looks in front of the mirror, he was happier to join everyone else in the nakedness. He immediately joined the two women on that segment of the couch. Gnome was pinned under her summoner’s girlfriend and only let out a few hesitant sounds of the typical ‘I want to but I am too shy to say it’ variety.
John’s gaze was focused on the perfect ass of his girlfriend and its round display. It was the last week of September now and her tan was beginning to wane. At the moment, she was still a caramel skinned beauty, but the shade was a bit lighter now. In a few months, she would revert all the way back to the healthy pale complexion she had when he met her.
Spanking that beautiful behind, the Gamer was treated to a moan muffled by the two women engaged with each other. He was ready to take things further, already aligning himself with her pussy, but found her a bit lacking in the wetness department. The issue would fix itself relatively quickly if he just waited. Since doing nothing wasn’t John’s style, he moved one hand to her pussy and started working her clit. As the man with the (probably) most active sex life in the current day Abyss, potential gods who only fucked with changing partners aside, he knew well enough to do more than just thrust into his women. It was often the main focus, for sure, but he knew to use his hands in between things to give stimulus where it was needed.
About a minute later, he licked Rave’s delicious pussy juices off his fingers and then pushed into her. As the shout of her lust echoed through the room, mixing with the moans coming from Siena and Metra, who were scissoring on another part of the couch, and debauched noises from the bedroom, John looked over to the kitchen. It was a quick glance, allowing him to quickly order Beatrice over and still catch that enticing jiggle on impact with his girlfriend’s bubble butt.
“Tease Jane’s clit for me, Gnome,” John commanded, while the passive maid was coming over. The autumn elemental was already getting off, thanks to her voyeurism being catered to, so her committing one hand to another woman’s cunt wasn’t a big sacrifice. Especially since it was an order that rewarded her with more pleasure.
“How may I serve you, Master?” Beatrice asked, stopping next to him after she had circled around the couch. Deliberately, she had walked to the side that would allow her to join immediately. There was reason to believe John would ask for her to join them after all. The Gamer had other priorities at that moment.
“Remind me of my schedule for today,” he requested, adding the occasional slap to Rave’s bum to the steady claps of their clashing hips.
“Date: 26th of September 2018, Wednesday.” Beatrice sounded like a human computer, loading the proper file to answer him. “Stating in chronological order: You are free until 10:00. Recommended use of time between 8:00 and 10:00 is to go through administrative tasks. Around 10:30, you are to appear in Green-Wood Cemetery and join an inspection regarding the planned creation of a forest in the area. This is supposed to last until 11:30. At noon, you have agreed to join a business lunch with semi-influential investors from the Amaca Coast. Around 15:00, the House of Exceptionals meeting is supposed to begin and will presumably last until around 18:30. You are free until 19:30. From 19:30 to 20:00, you are expected in an administrative call regarding a recently discovered and used mana factory in the Meltpot. From 20:15 to 20:30, you are expected to give a speech at the battleship construction site, praising the workers who helped the process pick up steam again. From 20:30 to 22:00, you are free. Recommendation: more paperwork. Your workday ends there. Miscellaneous addition: Tempest Elemental Summoning is expected to reach level 100 over the course of the day.”
“Hmmm,” John hummed, thinking about his day and delighting in the way he made Rave’s spine curve as she had her first orgasm. Without thinking much about it, halfway through her climax, he pulled out and pushed his heavily lubricated cock against her back entrance. Through the orgasmic shivers that tensed her muscles, pushing past her sphincter was a bit of a challenge. He managed, however, and she screamed. “What is the discussion in the House of Exceptionals today?”
“A law by the House of Commons regulating subsidies for special need Illusion Barriers and the establishment of a bureau of education control, ensuring the baseline of school quality.”
Considering, then reconsidering and finally coming to a resolution, John told her, “Scratch that bit from my plans today. I will do the evening administrative work in that time period instead and the workday after the speech.”
“Affirmative.” Beatrice obediently bowed her head. “Do you wish for me to inform someone of this development?”
“Do send a text to Magoi and Alice. Tell them Aclysia will be present, so I will still be informed about everything.”
“Affirmative,” the passive maid repeated the word and pulled her phone from her inventory.
John sped up his thrusts and came inside his girlfriend’s ass with a satisfied groan. Through clenched teeth, throaty moans escaped Rave, until she collapsed on top of Gnome. Heavily breathing herself, the autumn elemental had been cumming about half as often as the Lightbringer. Given the several passives associated with the Gamer’s sexual prowess, that spoke to an impressive level of horniness.
Letting both of them rest for the moment, John was happy to just look down and move the tiniest bit. His cock was still inside Rave’s ass and he didn’t plan to pull out soon. If he went in there, he wanted to get a shower before he put his dick anywhere else afterwards. As such, it had to be worth the effort.
Manifesting next to him, Undine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the back of his head. The slime girl would have been another way to get clean, she would dissolve any unhygienic remains with no harm to herself or she could just conjure some water. Neither of these things happened, she just wanted to whisper in his ear.
Given the melody of her voice, having it right next to his ear was a wonderful caress of his mind.
“Are you certain you want to not go?” she asked.
“The legislature is designed to work without me, my presence is not required,” John told her. “It’s the third session, they should start to work without me around all the time. Nothing overly important is being decided today. Nothing I can’t try and fix later anyway.”
If the laws were modified by the House of Exceptionals in such a way that John didn’t approve of them, he still had a parliament session to fix it. Either by convincing enough people present to vote to send it back to drafting or outright denying it, the Gamer could keep it off the book. If all else failed, he still had his veto. In the case of these specific laws, he had been present when they had been thought up on Monday, so he feared nothing.
“Also, I feel like having a more relaxed day,” he responded with a smirk, resuming the fucking of his girlfriend.
The usual morning.
Comments
Benjamin Meyer
Actually, dinner is correct, in the location that they are in now, dinner is around noon and supper is in the evening, I only know this because my dad is from Ohio and my grandparents on my dad's side are from Pittsburgh. Lunch is a term that is used more on the west coast or the Midwest.
This is supposed to last until 11:30. At noon, you have agreed to join a business dinner with semi-influential investors from the Amaca Coast. Lunch not dinner
