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The Gamer Chapter 2006 – Approaching the Late Game 52 – Morning Perks 1
🕑 Added 2025-11-24 08:31:42 +0000 UTCJohn woke up to the hesitant travelling of a tongue over his shaft. There was only one woman who would approach his morning wood so tepidly. “Moira,” he sighed.
“W-what?” the latest addition to his harem stuttered. “If that was bad, you can just say that!”
“It wasn’t bad at all,” he told her. “Inexperienced, yes, but not bad.”
“I’m learning.”
“Indeed, she is,” Aclysia cooed.
Putting in his contact lenses revealed that the first maid was currently lying parallel to Moira, watching the redhead perform her first good-morning fellatio, and first fellatio on a real dick period, with approving eyes. It did take the redhead some courage to take him into her throat. Once she had gotten over that mental barrier, she was sucking him off with wild enthusiasm.
Much like her driving habits, it was evident that Moira used sex to blow off the steam of her disciplined lifestyle. The only pause there was to her primal bobbing came dictated by her need to breathe. Otherwise, she was moving and moving until his cum pumped into her mouth.
Moira was visibly overwhelmed by the combination of the sheer quantity and the orgasm the taste induced. While her eyes rolled up, cum dripped from the gap between her lips and his cock. Aclysia and Nahoa were immediately there to clean it all up.
“S-sorry,” Moira stammered afterwards. The Warden continued to be an amusing bundle of emotions. She cleaned her lips with the back of her hand, gulped, and tried her best to look serious even while stark naked and blushing.
“You will accomplish mastery in due time.” Lydia succeeded where the other redhead had failed. With simple grace, the anal queen stretched, her features, beauty shaped from steel, moved slightly into a light smile. “For your first morning after, you are holding up bravely.”
“I… think I should be dehydrated – extremely so,” Moira admitted.
“You’re welcum,” Delicia boasted, a hand on her ample chest. “It is my concoction surging through his veins that gives his seed the capacity to deliver all the nutrients required to keep you from a cock hangover.”
“I… appreciate that…” As she spoke, the redhead looked around the room. The entire harem was rising now, stretching, chatting and poking one another in playful ways. It was quite a tame morning by their standards.
Moira’s gaze wandered down. A mild curl was necessary for her to peek past her decently-sized breasts and get a look at the mark on her lower abdomen. She took a very long breath in and then let an equally long breath out.
“I can hear your internal screaming,” John remarked.
“I can’t bloody believe I did that.” The Warden ran her hands through her hair. “Oh, Lady, give me strength for the trials to come.”
“You have committed no sin,” Ehtra stated. “Why do you regret as if you did?”
“I’m not!” Moira swiftly assured. “I can’t believe I did… that…” She pointed at the Gamer’s currently flaccid cock. “And am part of this.” She made a sweeping gesture around the room. “Yet, at this moment, I am feeling… content. It’s explaining this to my father that makes me pray for strength.”
John gave that a slow, understanding nod. Love was complicated at the best of times. Many a cheap love story liked to present the moment of getting together as the resolution of all of the problems. In reality, like anything else, every change in life meant that there were upsides and downsides.
“Wasn’t there supposed to be an entire vote on me joining anyhow?” Moira wanted to know.
Lyndell crawled across, hugging the redhead from behind. The grey-skinned woman languidly kissed her way up to Moira’s ear. Shuddering, the Warden just stayed put as it happened. “We did.”
“Clarification: there was no vote,” Beatrice chimed in. “There was no need to have one. The decision was made over the past 18 days.”
“I see,” Moira said, then fell silent. Suddenly there was very little left to be said. There was lingering awkwardness about all of this, certainly, but only time would iron out those kinks. “What now?”
“Now… I hate to say it, but we don’t have time for much of a morning orgy.” John crawled to the edge of the bed.
“I would have to pass on it anyhow,” Moira stated, then turned to Hailey. “Consider all of my doubts regarding your tales of passing out the first time thoroughly squashed.”
“Since Lee, I think everyone collapses after the first time,” Rave thought aloud.
“To the point, we’re taking a shower, then we’re doing the Artificial Spirit Perks, then we decide how we split, then we leave,” John gave them the rundown. “We’ll do breakfast during the Perks, so prepare something quickly edible, Aclysia.”
“Affirmative,” the first maid responded.
The quickly edible thing turned out to be sandwiches. Not simple sandwiches, the homemade bread and individual toppings certainly delivered it from that moniker, but sandwiches all the same. Everyone who needed to eat was eating, everyone else was seated, and all of them were clothed. John meant it when he said they were in a hurry. Even with the time dilation buying them so many more minutes, they were technically over the allocated time budget already.
“We’ll do this alphabetically, as per usual,” John said, then opened the first window.
Two repeated choices and all three of them were solid. Maid Knight Aura 2 remained the least attractive one. The theory of a small army that Aclysia was personally commanding was more likely now than ever, her being an aristocrat and all of that, but it hadn’t manifested yet. Vanguard Maid added more healing to a very sturdy character, which made it both overkill and very worth it. Cleaning Out added more to her offensive potential, which was also both overkill and very worth it.
“I believe that Cleaning Out will serve me best,” the weaponized maid said. “Surprising damage spikes have aided me in overwhelming opponents many times and the range increase will be vital in having a first application of Black Ice.”
“Very solid reasoning,” John agreed and pressed the button.
One repeat, two new ones, all of them on the weaker side of things but far from useless. Lesser Free Magic had immense potential utility. It would not serve her well in a fight, at least not before she further developed down that line. Heavy Water was another increase in her already well-developed strengths. While Draconic Fury did have a clear use, 25% more damage was massive, the HP threshold was quite prohibitive on a regenerating tank.
“I favour the Heavy Water,” Aclysia stated.
“Alright then,” John pressed the button. “That was pretty quick on the first one, let’s see if we stay the course.”
Swing Transferral was the only repeat and something John wasn’t interested in. Be it intended game design or the way John had built her, he felt like having the regeneration to keep spamming her abilities was just worth more than raising up the maximum.
The other two choices were both solid. Thundering Sunder offering the damage to leap was potentially very powerful, as all chain lightning effects tended to be. Time Phantom required more set-up, but an auto-attacking double of Beatrice could cause a lot of damage and, at minimum, confusion.
“Any preference?” John’s question was met by the uncertain tilting of the passive maid’s head. One way, then the other, she leaned, her artfully messy ponytail swaying with the motion.
“Explanation: I hesitate as neither are very effective. Details: challenging fights are typically duels. Chain damage will not be useful in such cases. The limitations of Time Phantom are likely to make it useless. My combat is too mobile.” Beatrice silently sighed. “Decision. Time Phantom.”
“Certain: I wish to continue further on the Magicmagnetic path,” Beatrice said.
“Well, that makes this fast,” John said and tapped the button. ‘So far choices have been somewhat low-impact, especially on the Perks. I guess it is a Level 50 selection.’ “Claire, you are next.”
“Whatever gives me the power to serve you better, Master,” the obsessed maid swooned.
One new, two repeats and, again, all of them were pretty good. Ghostly Mist was the only choice there that wasn’t combat related, which made it more attractive since Claire wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. She could fight, absolutely. It was somewhat doubtful if she would win in a fair fight against an opponent in her weight class. What she gained in return for that weakness was massive.
With her multitude of summons, she was versatile and could control more ground than anyone else in his harem. Shapeshifting made her an expert infiltrator. Assumedly, the Ghostly Mist could be toggled off as to not raise suspicions about her presence. Alternatively, it could be used to specifically alert people and lure them in.
Claire was not likely to win a fight against an opponent of her level, yet she was also highly unlikely to lose. She was incredibly hard to put down, possessing regeneration and the ability to ‘dissolve’ into her Household. In an emergency, she could also teleport back to him.
Did Ghostly Mist aid her enough in her undercover work to forego two solid combat Perks?
No.
Ichor Spike was an unorthodox close-quarters option. It was also potentially very effective. That being said, John favoured Contagion. It was passive and it worked with Claire’s primary damage source, being her Household.
“As you are thinking, so it shall be,” Claire said.
“And what is he thinking?” Moira asked.
“””Contagion,””” Aclysia, Claire and Fianna all answered simultaneously.
The Gamer raised an eyebrow at the sniper. “Why are you joining them in my head?”
“My understanding of these mechanics is still limited, Sir, I want to accustom myself to them in preparation for my turn.”
“That’s fair enough,” John said as he confirmed the choice.
‘How are these choices balanced against each other?’ John thought, confused. ‘Greater Voracity looks awful compared to the other two and even the Masks she wears feels vastly inferior to Shadow in the Night.’
Scratching the back of his head, John tried to come up with any reason not to pick Shadow in the Night. Sure, he wanted Claire to be his infiltrator, but there was optimizing for a path and then there was ignoring a powerful cross-scaling tool. Charisma was already Claire’s main Stat, why wouldn’t he want that applied to Agility as well?
There was no debate to be had, he had to pick the middle option.
“Time for-“
“Me,” Delicia interrupted him. “Do you think anyone else is stupid enough to need a reminder on how the alphabet goes?”
“Rudeness, Delicia,” Nightingale chided her friend in a calm tone. “Intense rudeness.”
John moved on, opening her window first.
“Expand Laboratory 2,” Delicia immediately said. “Next.”
John read through the options. None of them were particularly interesting, but one of them helped the shortstack further her research goals. “Chimera Humanoid, I assume?” he asked, finger already hovering over the option.
“Hang on a moment,” the alchemist requested. Arms crossed, she leaned back. Chin near her collarbone, she quietly pondered. For a woman of her Mental Stats to deliberate a matter for this long was somewhat worrying. “I… would like… the Chimera Creature.”
“Really?” John asked in surprise and to probe her. “You don’t sound that certain.”
“I’m not that certain,” the alchemist admitted. “I’m just thinking back to when we were attacked… and I was basically useless.” Delicia stared at the table in front of her. “All I could do was do what Scarlett asked while she risked her life and literally sacrificed her limbs for all of us. I get that something like that is probably not going to happen again… and I also get that having a blob creature wouldn’t have made that much of a difference…” Her blue eyes snapped to Scarlett. “…but I am going to pull my weight.”
The technomancer met the gaze head on. “You don’t have to pick the less profitable option because you pity me.”
“Pity you?!” Delicia was audibly offended by the notion. “Scarlett, you have no idea how badass all of that was from the outside. Like, girl, I genuinely was wondering if you were some kind of reincarnated god for a few days, because that was an insane amount of willpower.”
Scarlett refused to break eye contact, but she did blush. “…Whatever way you want to make yourself useful works for me,” she simply said.
“The Chimera Creature, then?” John asked, just to be entirely sure.
Delicia nodded and that was that.
Continued in Part 2.
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Hansuwepeter
Haremettes appriciating each other will never get old Fun, love it !
Banric
god, i love blue boxes
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