Chapter 1777 – New Servitude Island

“And I was, like, so stupid! I thought you would be all, like, tots serious at works and stuff,” Nahua babbled in her fake bimbo-isms. “But you have sooooo much fun here. Does Master say it’s my turn next? ‘Cause I really do need that dick in my throat, it’s, like, sooooo important to me.”

“I do need to train you,” John confirmed and sat down. “You have the Nathalia issue.”

“I have something in common with the bringer of ash?” Nahua was genuinely surprised. Not as surprised as she had been when she first met Nathalia though. In her religion, the goddess of volcanoes had been a borderline satanic figure. Now they were fellow haremettes. It helped that this was not the same Nathalia that had no doubt done the Aztecs wrong in one way and another three.

“You heard about the part where she left me for a while?” he asked.

Nahua nodded. “A trial for you to prove that you could survive on your own and to herself that she could be sexually loyal to you, yeah?”

“Essentially. Anyway, when she got back we had a slight issue with her sucking my cock so intensely that I didn’t get any work done.” He put his hand on top of Nahua’s head. “The art of the worktime blowjob is to provide pleasure but not to overwhelm, understood?”

Nahua nodded thrice.

Five seconds later, John clenched his teeth. His upper back pressed into the rest of the chair. His hips instinctively thrust up against the greedy maw of the cum glutton. ‘She doesn’t understand at all!’ he thought. ‘It’s like she’s trying to use my dick as a straw!’

The good news was that he was just in the office to be available if something required last minute doing, so him spending the next two hours introducing the basics of control over her sexual urges to Nahua went on without issue. Any calls that were made in that time were either picked up by Momo in the office next door or Enki and Hank downstairs.

That wasn’t to say John was not working whatsoever. Sure, his main body was sitting there trying to teach a multi-orgasmic cocksleeve that she did not need to heed the urge to suck every drop of climax-juice from his balls at every conceivable opportunity. His other two bodies were out and about, doing politician stuff. Even ignoring them, Momo working as quickly as she did was because part of his mind was always ready to answer her questions. Same went for Ehtra and Beatrice, who were doing their individual tasks elsewhere on the Fusion Administration Island.

Just because he looked like he was utterly decadent didn’t mean he actually was.

“Bad girl!” he told Nahua.

“Wha-?” The demigoddess snapped out of her cockdrunk trance and beheld him with a shocked, borderline hurt expression. Harsh as those two words were, they were entirely appropriate for the situation.

Even pulled back to reality, pushing the axolotl woman off his cock was difficult. She had been so tightly latched onto his groin that there had been absolutely no chance of separating her from his dick. Hot (and desired) as that may have been under normal circumstances, it was bad for a worktime cocksucker and it also was out of place when they needed to wrap things up.

“Is it Nightingale’s turn?” Nahua asked when her mouth was empty again.

“It is not,” the harpy answered, then cleared her throat. Not because she had been repeatedly gotten her face fucked during the past two hours (although she had) but because she was still horny. The slippery lubrication that her mouth produced when aroused was the same as pussy juice. A little bit too thick for vocal cords.

Both women were erotic messes. John had used Nightingale as she preferred and Nahua… after the last few days, John was ready to say: Nahua was the woman with the greatest blowjob talent that he had ever come across. That wasn’t to say she was immediately better at it than John’s other haremettes, just that she gave herself to instincts and that those instincts were as close to perfect as things could be without being intimately familiar with John’s particularities and sensitive spots.

Nightingale was sweaty. Nahua fared better in that regard, courtesy of her metallic nature and the Perk that always worked towards keeping her clean. That Perk would need quite a bit of time to undo the typical mixture of juices that covered their faces, especially the lower half.

“We should take a shower and then we have to relocate,” John informed them.

The reason why he had been in the office in the first place had been because he wouldn’t be (at least with two of his bodies) starting this afternoon.

They went to the shower, which predictably had a side-helping of nailing first Nightingale, then Nahua against the wall, and then moved to the teleportation room. They went through it to the long range teleporter and through it to a whole different part of the country. This time, the teleporter that had been put down had been there for a while.

Things had changed on Servitude Island. When John had held his first tournament here, over a year ago, it had the shape of the original Savage Island that it was copied from. The elongated strip of land that rose from a body of freshwater had been equipped with a mansion, a private garden, a number of houses, fields, a fighting pit, a pier, and guarded by a black wall that had surrounded everything. The latter, alongside with a exploitative mana factory, had been remnants from the old Small Lake Pact leadership.

None of that old structure remained. Everything had been torn down (except for the hives where the bee fairies lived) and replaced with bigger, better, grander structures. This started with the mansion where John emerged. The old one had been put together by Gnome and the rest of the crew in a couple of days. It had been their first building project, and while it had looked good from the outside, in reality, it had been all kinds of crooked. The attached garden had been serviceable.

Now, there was a massive, European-style estate. A mansion big enough to house a harem thrice his current size was surrounded by orderly kept gardens. In those gardens, the rest of John’s harem lounged either in recliners or in the shade of large parasols.

Aclysia hastened over, a different woman in tow that John recognized as Melthy. The redhead had been one of the original inhabitants of the island. Back then she had been the harem girl of whoever happened to be strongest at the time. In the immediate aftermath of the takeover, the drastic shift had been apparent by various marks of recently removed piercings and the like.

That freckled redhead, John scarcely recognized. A year of training and recovery later, Melthy wore her maid uniform with pride, moved with grace, and smirked with a newfound confidence. She just looked all around more attractive and she had been good looking to start with.

It almost made John regret that he had decided against using this academy as his harem recruiting ground. Almost. Had he taken that fork in his life, his harem would be four times as big by now and he probably would have a secondary harem that consisted of women he slept with, without having any deep emotional connection.

Which was the entire reason why he had decided against that. Sleeping around with various women like Melthy had been fun, but he was happy he stopped doing it fairly quickly. He was already blessed beyond all reason with the harem he had. Most people were lucky when they found the one that complimented their life. Better for him to concentrate on what he had and for Melthy to find someone that actually cared about her.

Checking on Melthy via Observe at least gave John clarity that she had no romantic interest in him at all. That was good news. It irked him, for the usual vain reasons, but good news. They were on the same page in leaving the past in the past.

“Master,” Aclysia greeted with a deep bow.

“Headmaid, administrator,” John greeted the two of them with respectful nods. Indeed, Melthy had become the one who ran the academy in Aclysia’s absence. Typically, that meant implementing whatever changes Aclysia desired. As sole owner and primary funder of the operation, what Aclysia said went around these parts.

“I would like to give Nahua a tour of the area,” Aclysia suggested. “Would you like to attend as well?”

John rubbed his chin. He was reasonably familiar with the new structures of the island, but felt no harm in getting a refresher. Aclysia guided them to where a car had been conveniently parked. Melthy got into the driver’s seat and Aclysia explained as they rolled down the tiled road towards the east.

“The original island was a vertical landmass. It swiftly became apparent that it was too small for the ambitions I had for the education to be provided here.” Aclysia gestured ahead. “Everything you see here was created by earth mages through gradual extensions.”

“Impressive,” Nahua commented. She meant it, although not as much as other people would have. As a demigoddess, she would have overseen similar projects.

“To our left is one of the five main branches of the curriculum: the botanica.” A variety of fields, farms, and greenhouses drifted past. “Maids should know how to keep houseplants alive at a minimum, but additional knowledge is often helpful. Effects of herbal teas on the mood, the proper storage of spices, growing of one’s own vegetables, such and more are studied here.”

Nahua was now a lot more interested in everything, scanning the unfamiliar flora for as long as they remained by it. Aclysia happily went into greater detail.

The artificial landscape soon shifted from the vast variety of different plants to a relatively plain green area. “This is the resort and ahead we will find the living quarters. The body of a maid is her greatest asset in more ways than one and that body must be maintained. As such, we offer a variety of relaxing activities. Simultaneously, this service is offered by other maids who thus train in providing massages. The living quarters are self-managed, but subject to regular inspections. A maid should be able to live orderly on her own.”

They drove south and then west for a while. As they did, Aclysia gestured northwards. A great tower rose from an island that was inside a lake that was created by the expanded island around it.

“This is the main academia. There we teach the servants the sciences. We offer every major field of study and many minor ones. While it is not necessary for a maid to be the smartest woman around, she should at least know enough not to be a burden and to hold an interesting conversation.”

“Makes sense to me,” Nahua answered.

They reached the westernmost part of the loop and then drove back up north. “We are now on the original body of the island. There were old houses here before. We tore them all down courtesy of our increased funding and education requests. As of this moment, we have 342 students on this island, of which 26 are private seekers of the academy, 132 are the daughters of wealthy Abyssal families, and the remaining 184 come from a variety of scholarship programs that help the destitute.”

New buildings surrounded them now, built in warm colours, reds, pinks, and light browns. There was an overwhelming softness to everything, the angles and the silk drapes used, that reflected the sensation that Aclysia then put into a single word.

“Erotica – the fourth of the major branches. Maids of this academy are meant to serve a master they love and thus are trained in acting on that love in the most pleasurable manner. All training is done either solo or with other women to retain purity as much as possible while attaining the attractive variety of ‘corruption’.” Aclysia put that last word in heavy air quotes. “It is an art to be a slut for the one Master that does not come naturally to most.”

Originally the place had been open for John to waltz into and see if any of the maids was interested in serving him specifically. An offer he had never taken and that had been swiftly scrubbed from the recommended mindsets for academy attendance. It was still brought up sometimes by particularly annoying journalists.

They finished the loop soon thereafter, the car parking where they had started. “Excuse me if I just did not listen or something, but where’s the fifth branch?” Nahua asked all cutesy.

John pointed westwards, off the shore of the island and towards a second that had been put up. “New Savage Island is what it is called. It is the martial branch of the academy.”

“A maid must be capable of defending her household,” Aclysia stated plainly.

“Mhm… sooooo… if I wanted to wear the corset and the blouse and that sultry skirt,” Nahua gestured at Aclysia, then switched her tone from bimbo to villainess, “would you require me to go through the curriculum?”

“No,” Aclysia answered with a slight smile on her lips. “This academy is for the women of Fusion to learn the joys and advantages of servitude. A maid title in Master’s harem is another affair. Just by virtue of being an accepted member of our John’s women, you have already proven yourself at the very least adequate in the fields academia, botanica and martial. My judgments would therefore be limited to your ability and enthusiasm in the fields of serving and housekeeping.” The first maid paused and gave the tribal-clothed woman a once-over. “Do you desire to be tested?”

“…I’m still thinking on it,” the demigoddess answered.

Aclysia nodded approvingly. “Good. It is not a uniform worn casually.”

They then joined the rest of the harem by the mansion.