“However may we serve, Master?” Aclysia asked.

Awaiting him on her knees, the head maid beheld him with emerald, submissive eyes. Her hands were placed on the floor, pushing her shoulders and gorgeous face forwards in an eager display. There was grace in that. It was also overt pandering to John’s kinks. Naked, wet, blushing, and hanging from his lips, Aclysia was the very image of the servant every man dreamed to have.

In addition to all of that, she was flanked by two more maids that mimicked the gesture. Beatrice was to her right. The messy-haired twin was still, her expression mostly neutral. Had it not been for her eyes beholding him with such veneration and the pink flush in her cheeks, one could have thought she was as passive about this as most of her duties. Claire was the complete opposite. She was barely kneeling and almost squatting, ready to launch herself in the direction of his crotch the moment he did so much as hint at what he wanted.

They were obviously trying to entice him. It was working. His cock, only recently settled, rose to full mast again. Aclysia smiled happily up at him, paying a respectful glance at his manhood, while focusing on his face. “We are at your beck and call, Master,” she assured in a gentle tone. Knowing what level of obsession pulsed behind that elegance only made it that much hotter. “Command us in whatever way pleases you.”

“Please, please, please do,” Claire begged.

“If it is in your interest,” Beatrice added, passively. “…Master,” she added, the single word dripping with barely withheld desire.

John had lost the moment Aclysia had first opened her mouth. The little walk from door frame to couch was a showcase of control he did not have. ‘They’re playing me like a fiddle,’ he thought, ‘and, God, am I fine with it.’

The Gamer was more in a giving than a receiving mood. He worked out the logistics quickly, then made his decision. He stood up again and gestured in front of him. The Companion Cube hovered down, then stretched into a platform that hovered above the table. “Aclysia, get on this.”

“As you desire, my Master.” The head maid rose from the ground, fluid as mercury, and climbed onto the platform. Its elevation decreased slightly, putting her womanhood at a conveniently accessible level. She spread the pretty pink petals with her fingers. When he pushed into her, she moaned quietly.

Aclysia kept her moans quiet. Part of that was because John was deliberately being casual about this, keeping his thrusts at a steady and slow pace. Simultaneously, he decreased the received pleasure by about 25%, to make this more of a regular loving than the chain-orgasmic debauchery that had become so common. Lastly, she was deliberately biting back all of her usual sounds. This was a strategy meeting, after all.

“Nifty,” Rave commented on the platform he had made from his Companion Cube. She gave it a simple prod.

“Very nifty.” John put a hand on the silver-glowing platform. It bounced, compensating for his weight after a moment. It felt like tempered glass under his fingers, humming silently with power. The material was not particularly sturdy by their standards, nor was it too comfortable. Tempered glass really was the most adequate comparison there. Still, it would do for situations like this.

He had used a similar shape to keep both him and Rave in the air before, when they had fought Liakan. Using it as a platform so he could have standing sex wherever he wanted was nice. Carry fucking would also have been an option, but that was a little more complicated for the tall women in his harem. Talking past chests was difficult. Talking during missionary was pretty simple.

It was a welcome addition to the blowjobs and cowgirl services he otherwise got during such meetings.

That they were not chosen hardly bothered the other two maids, or the rest of the harem for that matter. John’s cock was getting wet. Aclysia was really nice to look at, writhing above the centre table. As far as strategy meetings went, this one was pretty inconsequential anyway – for one obvious reason.

“So, Romulus killed another 2 bosses today,” John announced, just in case any of his haremettes had not heard yet. Evidently, that was not the case. Everyone had either watched from the usual provided position or heard from those that did. “That makes for 3 in 2 days,” he continued stating the obvious. “That was also the second segment of the Raid.”

“Any good Loot?” Lee asked.

“Besides that gun, not really. Bunch of the usual items that I could hand out to upper military ranks. Romulus swiped all the crafting materials.” He gave the crafting crew a sorry glance. An invitation to talk that Scarlett immediately exploited.

“Remind him that he owes us for letting him inspect your fingers,” the redhead stated.

John just nodded. This morning, Romulus had made the request to look at the Lover’s Will marks and the Gamer had let him. It had been for the express purpose to reconstruct the spell or, at the very least, mimic enough of it that the Apex could prevent any regular mortal women he fell in love with in the future from aging. Denying a man a chance to avoid the sorrow of watching a beloved age on their own was a cruelty John was not capable of.

Still, Romulus was the furthest thing from a pauper. Repayment for the favour was and could be expected. To the point that John did not feel like actually bringing it up to the Apex. The man was honourable to the bone and honest to a fault.

A virtue that John could not quite claim to have.

The end of the second segment had come with the usual reward selection.

John had taken the Level Ups without consulting Romulus. It was not the entirely proper thing to do. Honestly speaking, the Gamer had done it in part because he was watching Romulus cut through boss monsters that would have taken him and his harem dozens of attempts to chew through. John hadn’t even gotten to analyse anything beyond surface mechanics for each of them. The overpowered nature of the Apex made it all look like they were regular fights, a fact that stirred the Gamer’s paranoia.

In general, John could accept and live with the fact that Romulus remained his superior. It was just best for his mental state to not be constantly aware of that fact. However, when he was given the chance to change it, right after seeing the man obliterate a hard mode boss by spawning a sun inside it, well… John tried to be an honourable man, but he was still a schemer at heart.

Stacking advantages was what he did.

Those 3 Level Ups had joined 1 he had gotten from the usual Lover’s Will and another 1 he had gotten watching Romulus going through the Raid. It said a lot about the degree of EXP reduction that he had gotten just 1 Level Up from all the monsters and bosses. Granted, it would have been 2 levels had he not been suffering from the Opportunity Cost of the last Starforger Class Perk. That was an issue that had now come to an end, as he had gotten 10 levels since.

For now, John allocated the newly won Stat Points. As per usual, half went to Wisdom by default and the rest he continued to pump into Intellect.

‘I do remember, Gaia, thank you,’ John thought after seeing the Current Quests box. Besides the Quest to get carried through the Raid by Romulus, he also had one to raise the Libido of all of his Artificial and Natural Spirits to 100 base. It would reward him with 3 Max Class Levels to use on either Lover or Monster Girl Creator. It was arguable whether that was worth it, but John was admittedly thinking with his dick on that one.

As Aclysia currently proved with her ecstatic writhing, there was absolutely no need to increase the maids’ Libido for the sake of their quality of life. Sexual gratification was not on the list of issues anyone in the harem suffered. John wanted to elevate their Libido purely for the sake of having them climax more. It was entirely unneeded. The saner approach would have been to try to dial down the sensitivity of women like Lorelei, Hailey and Sylph.

Alas, that was just not how John liked to live his life.

A harem full of women on a hair trigger, all of them eager to serve and be served. Each and every one of them was lounging naked in their shared living space, ready to find their individual erotic fulfilment. John and Rave moderated the worst excesses with access to the sensitivity slider… or exacerbated them, according to what mood struck. Like that, they all existed in perpetual harmony, having mind blowing, rough sex or vanilla-flavour entanglements of cuddles and kisses.

That was how the Gamer do.

As for when he would make that a reality, he could do it whenever he wanted. He had the necessary points to push their Libido to 100 banked now. The only reason why he held back was that he wanted it to be an event. All of them had the necessary Mental Stats not to be controlled by the increase, but when the spike first happened… his dick would be in very high demand.

John was distracted from his fantasies when an unpleasant edge pressed into his palm. Unthinkingly, he had grabbed the side of the Companion Cube platform. A simple thought rectified the design mistake, rounding the corners so he could keep holding on without problem.

He spent another two seconds entranced by the jiggle of Aclysia’s medium-sized breasts, before snapping back to reality. “Sorry, where were we?” he had to ask. He could recollect it if he meant to, using the memories flowing from the alternative viewpoints he had in the Mandala Sphere and Creator Puppet. Both extensions of his being were currently in their non-double modes.

“Repayment from Romulus,” Scarlett repeated.

“We’ll get it when we get it,” John grunted, still casually fucking Aclysia. How could he not when she was writhing so elegantly for his viewing pleasure? One of her legs wrapped around his waist. He stopped deep inside her, cupping one of her breasts for a change of pace. Flicking the hard nipple coaxed out tiny gasps.

“AH!”

The loud moan pulled the gathered attention of the room to Lee. Realizing that she had just moaned out exceptionally loudly, the gamer girl turned crimson.

“It’s hot in here, okay?!” she defended herself and pulled her knees up to her collar. The action did very little to hide the fact that she was masturbating. She was far from the only one. The only one whose fingers moved any faster was Gnome though.

Her excuse was the cause for general laughter. Once it subsided, John addressed the Fateweaver, “Are we good for the total 7 days, still?”

“Y-yeah,” Lee stammered, not stopping for one second at fingerbanging herself.

“Then we got 5 more. At this pace, the Raid would have to have about 10 more bosses for us to not make it in that time.” John’s hand moved further up Aclysia’s body. His palm rested softly on her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips. Her mouth parted, revealing pronounced canines among pearly white teeth. They were hidden again quickly, when she closed her pink lips around his thumb and sucked. Her cheeks caved in obscenely.

John stared deep into her eyes and came. It was a moderate orgasm for both of them. A pleasant tingling of the nerves and muscles, spreading through the entire body and ebbing away quickly. Simple relief, not as deep as a rough fucking provided, but satisfying all on its own. It was a plain and satisfying meal compared to gorging themselves on expensive meat.

As he pulled out, John shook his hips a bit to make sure he left as much of his desired seed within Aclysia as possible. Afterwards, the platform hovered to the side to let the head maid disembark. He fell back into the couch and grabbed Beatrice by one of her white horns. The passive maid bowed over, wrapping her lips around his cock, and obediently began to bob her head.

“We haven’t found the next Segment yet, but given the whole ‘prophecy’ the Hellboar gave us, it’s safe to say there’s one more with at least two, probably three bosses,” John went back to the regular talk. “After that we have one more secret boss and that wraps up the Raid. That’s my estimation.”

“Sounds good,” Rave agreed. “Anything else going on?”

“I reached 735, so I might as well get a Class Level now,” he announced. Everyone perked up and he knew exactly why. “I don’t have the next level for Lover ready,” he curbed their enthusiasm. “Last Challenge that popped up is that I take Lydia and Lulu on a date and have sex with them.”

“Will they buy you dinner first?” Rave asked with a snicker.

John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jane, do you want me to go to jail?”

“…I don’t get it,” his first fiancé admitted.

“How do you expect law enforcement to believe you’re an adult when you make jokes like that? I’ll get busted for dating a child.”

“Worse!” Delicia chimed in, loudly. “You’re marrying one!”

The bratty maid was not alone in the laughter that followed. Crossing her arms in her best attempt to look upset, Rave glared at everyone laughing at her expense. It only made it all funnier. “Alright!” John raised his voice. “Can’t do Lover until we get out of here. Bit of a shame, that, but not like there’s a lack of other options. I am thinking Space Protector. Just 2 levels away from wrapping that Class up.”

Agreement all around and so John pressed the necessary buttons.

It almost did not matter what John chose here. All of them were useless to him. Since he had ready access to Lee (who was currently spiking in her own development), the number of reasonable scenarios where he made his own Illusion Barriers were quite limited. After some consideration, the choice became obvious.

Both Perks that changed the way the Overclock worked were effectively useless 99,99% of the time. The Perk that allowed him to expand his time dilation a bit further, however, was always at least slightly useful. For one, John may run the occasional Assault on his own to squeeze out a few extra levels here or there. He hadn’t done that for a while now, the demands of running a state and a harem coming first, but the option was there. More reliable, the recently acquired Servant Lover’s Will gave his maids access to his Create I.D. Skill at half efficiency.

So that was going to be worthwhile at some point.

“Still, pretty disappointing for a ninth Perk,” John complained, while guiding Beatrice up and down. Of all the types of blowjobs, the sideways one was John’s least favourite. Like all types of blowjobs, John very much enjoyed it anyhow. “Anything else on the agenda?”

There was not.