Lydia sucked on his cock until the very last second of contact. A singular strand connected the tip of his cock to her red lips. Her mouth hung slightly open, letting panting breaths escape. The queen was enraptured by the bliss that sucking him off had brought her. She was yet another one to possess a sensitive throat and, even without that, the filling of white her stomach had just received left any woman with sticky thighs.
“My turn.” Nathalia’s decision was nothing to question. The dragoness simply bullied her way into the centre position between John’s lap, then squished her fat tits together. His manhood completely disappeared in the double spheres of heat and softness. The pleasure was less intense, but the visual spectacle more than made up for it.
Plus, it did not stay lesser for long. What made a tit job the blowjob’s inferior, in terms of raw pleasure, that a throat was a tight hole and tits, however intensely grabbed, were not. When throwing a coiling, monstrously long tongue in the mix, however, tightness was created a different way. Between the spirals of the dextrous muscle, John still felt the warm squish of her gigantic tits.
“God, how I have missed this,” John grunted. Every time he came in or on one of his haremettes, he was a little more home. The comfortability of the Couch. The loving gazes he received. The scent. ‘Jesus Christ, the scent,’ John thought and took a deep inhale. Nothing was quite like the combined fragrance of preferred hygiene products, (super)natural musk and the utterly absurd amounts of sweet pheromones a nubile gathering like this spread. It was like every centimetre of his skin and the inside of his lungs were constantly caressed by every primal need to love and make love.
He barely managed to remain focused on the final task at hand.
“Alright, I got 5 Class Levels to spread out,” John told everyone. “I’m going to spread things out, just because I feel like spending all of them at once. It’s rare that I get to do that and I like going a bit wide.”
“As long as you get Silver Arcanist and Starforger, no complaints here,” Momo said.
“Definitely,” John assured. “I am thinking, in addition to that, Monster Girl Creator, the Lover, and Space Protector.”
That particular sweep had the women around excited. Monster Girl Creator and Lover were both Master Classes, meaning that they had been created after he had finished an Advanced Class, itself a Class created by finishing one of the many base Classes. Space Protector was mostly for the utility. He wanted to try and be of help to Lee, if they ever ended up in a god-lock situation again. Highly unlikely and yet highly likely, considering their crowd.
Alternative ideas had included the new Death Knight Class, Tamer, Disciple, and Augmenter, but he had discarded all of these ideas since he was actually looking for something that would make these next couple of weeks feel a little safer.
“Let’s go Lover, Space Protector, Monster Girl Creator, Starforger, Silver Arcanist,” he told everyone.
“Order of, likely, least to most exciting,” Claire remarked. “Whatever happens, I’m sure it will be pleasant and surprising!”
John hadn’t actually looked at the Class window before, so he did that there just for the sake of completion. Then, he opened up the first Perk.
“Excuse me?!” he blurted out and read through the window several times. He felt like Gaia was going to rearrange the letters while he scanned over them. None of the kind happened, so he gave the window a tap so everyone else could read themselves what absurdity Gaia had presented him with.
“Bullshit,” Lydia muttered.
“Bullshit.” Lu Zhi laughed.
“Buhllshiet,” Nathalia slurred, tongue still extended.
Reactions all around the room were universally the same. There was no need to comment on any specific Perk either. Every single one of them was absurd in its own way. Harem Network was a way to move items across the globe in an instant and that was just the side benefit of every last one of his haremettes getting one of the Gamer’s inventories. Unlike regular spatial pockets, Gamer inventories were basically space and time magic. Whatever went in there came out in exactly the same state, divine diseases notwithstanding.
Status Messages may have looked like the weakest of the three, and perhaps it was, but knowing was often half the battle. John had benefited often enough from the names of the debuffs giving him a hint on what he was dealing with. Had he gotten infected with the Digestive Disease earlier, he could have been able to piece it all together with certainty earlier than he had. Admittedly, in that specific case, nothing about his approach would have changed.
Regal Lover’s Will was plainly and utterly absurd. Obviously the one to benefit from it would be Rave. There was not even a shadow of a doubt about it. The laundry list of things this granted her was… just bullshit. Manipulating the sensitivity settings? Kinky. Access to John’s inventory? Completely busted, as that made her the third in a chain with his Ambassador Double. Lesser Gamer’s Body? A niche and yet very powerful bonus to have. Create I.D. at half of John’s aptitude? That made Rave one of the most versatile Illusion Barrier makers on the globe in an instant. She would miss out on a lot of the goodies, like Protected Spaces, Fateweaving, and the finer things about Illusion Barrier control, but she would still be able to make her own grinding sessions. The Loot Tables? Technically she already had some access, courtesy of the Guild Perks. Those only went up to Epic items and at a much diminished quantity and quality. There was no such stipulation here. Experience of Love? The only thing on this list that was basically useless. A personal Tier 1 Guild Hall?! 10% more of a chance of a talented child?! OBSERVE?!
“Juice me up, tiger!” Rave declared and hopped onto the end of the low table. She wanted everyone to have a good view of her current mark when it changed.
John wasn’t even going to pretend he was not going to pick that option when it offered such a sweep of individually ludicrous bonuses. ‘How is this a first Perk?’ he wondered and then tapped the option.
The deep blue mark above Rave’s womb turned a true black. Sharply, the heart shape with its decorative swirls rose from her tanned skin.
The magical brand came alive. A black blotch appeared in its centre. It started formless, then turned into a circle, which then went on to take the symbolic shape of a beating heart. The black symbol settled neatly within its hollow kin that remained unchanged in its simplicity. A second blotch appeared a moment later on top, stretching into a thin line, which then went on to grow five regal spikes, forming a crown.
“Phew,” Rave said when she inspected her new womb ornament. “Was afraid it’d look too different from the rest of ya, but it really is just a little addition. I like it.”
“Welcome to the rank of royals,” Lydia remarked sarcastically. “You have the crown exactly where I always suspected it would fit you the best.”
“Ya know what? I don’t even disagree,” Rave purred, her index finger tracing the barely changed outline of the mark. “What’s my title then? Harem Queen?”
“All hail the Harem Queen!” Metra shouted, just enough sincerity in her laughing tone that no one could be completely sure how much of it was a joke.
“As my first decree… Horny!” Rave clicked her fingers and the entire mood in the room drastically changed. The collective sensitivity was cranked up to the max of a 300% increase. For the already turned on women, that made just the slight brush of the air over their hard nipples a pleasuring venture.
John dialled it back down before they could start the orgy in a collective bout of pheromone fuelled loss of control. “You be careful with that,” he laughingly admonished her.
“Sawwy, te-hee,” she apologized and knocked on her own head.
The damage had already been done. Even the short exposure to the additional sensitivity had made Nathalia spasm and squirt where she sat. The switch of the dragoness had been flipped and, even if her Libido was no longer outstandingly high inside the harem, her behavioural pattern of hunger remained. The previously slow service became a heated up and down of her tits. Squeezes and releases alternated the pressure with which her softness pressed against him. The coils of her tongue glided up and down, massaging his whole length.
Warning Nathalia when he would cum was redundant. She knew, by instinct and observation, and wrapped her dark red lips around the head of his cock just before he unloaded. Her tits were so huge that she did not even need to pull back for that to work.
Seed spurted up into her mouth and the horny dragoness grunted. Animalistic sounds filled the room. Many of the haremettes were now masturbating, their own ability to hold back further and further compromised the closer they got to the end of the talks. John was far from the only one affected by the sights and scent of the harem being back together. Arousal begot further arousal.
The situation managed to calm down slightly after Nathalia’s multiple orgasms had run their course. “Delicious,” she moaned, having gulped down every last drop. The two goddesses and two royals, each having received a load, formed a tight pack around his cock. Four tongues soon competed for his cock. Four pairs of lips pressed kisses on his shaft. Four gorgeous women were mesmerized by his manhood.
It took John two minutes to remember he still had four more Class Levels to distribute.
The last time John had gotten a level in this Class, he had gotten the ‘Pick 3 words to get a themed Kingdom’ Perk that had allowed him to find the cure for Delicia in the Iron Domain. This set had two repeat choices from then and a new one down the line of that theme.
Obviously Faveweaving was good, but it just was not a priority for John. The one barrier he cared for to have Fateweaving, being the one he made when he used his Instant Dungeon Overclock, already had it. For everything else, he had Lee and she was more apt for it than this Perk could be.
That made the decision between the Trap Barrier and Kingdom Go. Neither had broad applications. One let him be a little more creative with his ambushes, the other gave him certainty whether his day-trip would be into a real place or one of Gaia’s sandboxes. As he often did in cases like this, John applied the principle of ‘what could I never get without a Perk?’ and then picked the Kingdom Go Perk.
The various tongues urged John to pick the next Perk quickly.
Favourite was out. Giving Rave an upgraded womb tattoo was one thing, but outright elevating one of his AS/NS to be more powerful than the rest felt wrong. Monster Girl Sentries sounded kind of hot in the first half second, after that the idea that his home was guarded by real dolls just sounded weird. That only left Golem Infusion.
It just so happened that John wanted Golem Infusion anyway. He had wanted it the last time around as well, but a lot of Stat Points had been the alternative he had gone with. It just made his Creator Puppet a little more powerful.
‘God, Supernova would be cool,’ John thought. ‘I could easily run around with a 1 million MP Arcane Star in my inventory and then just deploy it as a tactical nuke… big problem on the Opportunity Cost though.’
Friendly Fire was one of the most vital tools of his arsenal. Even a tenth of damage being back was pretty terrifying. He had faith that he and his harem could swiftly adjust to the issues this would cause. Their coordination was good and they had Friendly Fire off, their coordination wasn’t good because it was off. The issue came in multiple other ways. One, John’s spells would hurt him, so that Supernova was basically a self-destruct spell. More importantly, the current protection Federation members of Fusion enjoyed would be gone. 10% of a stray Salamander meteor was more than enough to kill the average Abyssal.
Astrotium Master was also out. John was no crafter, so the only advantage of it was access to more Astrotium and the creation of alloys. Neither were bad but neither were worth losing 10% of EXP gain permanently. He still had 280 levels to go.
The Perfect Heartkiln was somewhat weaker than its alternatives in some ways and absolutely bonkers in its specific benefits. It gave him 1 million more mana to work with inside the Guild Hall and created a place where Astrotium could be forged by anyone (in theory) which would doubtlessly come in handy. It did both of those things for a cost that John could pay at that moment. It was the best choice based on that.
‘I still have 297 Room Slots… maybe I can put down a few new Buildings?’ John thought to himself. ‘At worst I can enable a few more luxuries for the Residential District.’
Then it was time for the last Silver Arcanist Perk.
Those were, plainly said, pretty boring. Boring, but powerful.
Silver Efficiency was what John would go with. He had too many ongoing costs not to know that this was the inevitable outcome. Master Arcanist was perhaps powerful, but John did not use his own spells often enough to dedicate himself to that. Companion Extension had interesting use cases, but he reckoned he could make them work with Possession instead.
‘Slightly annoyed I did not get another body,’ he confessed in his mind, then moved onto what else finishing the Class got him.
That Modification was… actually incredible. Dull, again, but incredible. Currently, he got 6 MP per Minute per point of Wisdom. Increasing that by 1 was a huge jump in overall mana, especially since that was the number generated BEFORE his percentual changes applied. The only issue with it was that he would still keep Lover Boy active while he was on his day to day to grind GP. He had to remember to switch to this before military campaigns.
Dull and effective was the theme of this Class, it seemed.
Now those choices were interesting.
John could not lie, he was salivating at Master of Magic. He had wished to be able to actually cast spells forever. As incredible as his Gamer abilities and his Skills/Spells were, it was all restricting. He yearned for a way to be an actual spellcaster.
Since he had wished for it, his abilities seemed to have put the option on his path. Even without taking it, John knew that this Free Casting would come with a load of restrictions. The spells would likely be limited to a narrow and simplistic scope and absolutely be less mana efficient than his Skills. It had to be that way. Even if the system itself would offer John something that invalidated everything else he had, Gaia would not let such an imbalance fly.
Channeler was probably the best option for him. Anything that promised to cut down on his mana usage was powerful.
Arcane Ace was the him that had decided to go all in on being a mage build. Since that was not the current him, it could be discarded without a thought.
“…I think I can treat myself this once, right?” John asked for permission, after everyone had read the options. Did he realistically need their permission? No. Was it proper to ask all the most important people in his life whether he could make himself a little bit weaker for something he wanted? Yes.
“’Course, tiger,” Rave confirmed with a broad smile.
John pressed the button. He was so happy to be with women like this.
John raised a hand and concentrated. He was used to some free casting because of the Creator Puppet. As such, the mental discipline to twist together the arcane energy in his magical circuitry came easy to him. A simple, silver-white sphere of mana light rose from his palm. ‘3 MP per second for a light,’ he thought, keeping close tabs on his bar. He focused further on the ball, making it swell and then explode into glittering, harmless particles. By the end of that, he was 500 MP poorer. “Totally unusable for combat, but man do I love having it,” he told everyone.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
The sound cut through the room. Everyone perked up at the primer for his hypnotic suggestions. He let the tension linger for as long as he could, then focused on the woman at the end of the right side of the Couch.
“Lorelei, are you horny?”