Lydia eventually had enough of cuddling and getting her pussy eaten. To be more accurate, her body eventually had enough. Her stress got the better of her and she passed out, allowing John to carry her to the bedroom and pce her on the bed. “Seriously have to wonder what would make you of all people so exhausted,” John whispered and bowed down to give her a kiss. She had said she wanted to take a nap, but he got the feeling she would be out for a couple hours. Whenever she woke up, she would likely compin about having fallen behind on her schedule.

  John saw it as his obligation as a good lover to try and keep her asleep for as long as possible. Her work could wait and she was too dear to him to have such bags under her eyes. Using his phone to connect with the boxes Rave had insisted be installed in the bedroom, he put on some calm piano music. Then he switched over to the scent system that Aclysia had requested and used it to spread some vender aroma through the room. As if noticing John’s efforts, Velka came strolling in, jumped on the bed and snuggled up to the auburn-haired woman.

  The Magryph had hit another growth spurt recently and was now far above cats and closer to medium sized dog breeds. By now, she had lost much of the cuteness that came with being a hatchling. That made her less adorable, but only minorly so. At the same time, her fur and feathers had more volume to them and she was gradually becoming more elegant.

  As she settled against Lydia’s chest, she purred from the scratches John gave her behind the ears. Then he backed off and left them to sleep. He also wanted to check if she had let herself in. An annoying side effect of her size was that she got her way around door handles now. By just getting on her hindlegs, she could reach them with her beak. They were slowly teaching her where she could and couldn’t go, but Velka being Velka, she continuously rebelled against boundaries.

  In this specific case, she had not invited herself in. Quietly, the majority of John’s harem poured into the room. John got to watch as the girls put down bags, stored items away and stripped out of their day clothes. Once he had shut the bedroom door, they raised their voices and chattered at normal room levels.

  “I informed them about the situation, Master,” Aclysia told him, when he came closer. “I hope your urges were taken care of, in our absence.”

  “No worries, Sylph has enough appetite to keep up with me,” he responded. “Bought anything interesting?”

  “Just the regur supplies, Master,” she said.

  Although the group rgely supplied themselves via the Abyss Auction, there were some days on which they went out to buy things. This was either because there were some things, particurly fresh ingredients, that were difficult to get at an Aclysia-satisfying standard or because they just wanted to take a few hours to hang around in public. John hadn’t been enthusiastic about it that day, having come out of a tedious House of Commons session. Sylph had decided to stay behind with him, the rest of the girls made a day out of it.

  Notably, however, two were still missing. “Where did you leave Metra and Beatrice?” he asked. He could have just checked the mental connection, but talking was more interesting.

  “Beatrice decided to go to the Fusion Administration and work before returning. Metra said she had a police raid to attend,” Aclysia reported.

  “That so?” John wondered and pulled out his phone again. Opening Fusion’s communication app, he checked for recent notifications. The program was in a rgely complete state, as far as the surface level was concerned. Graphics were in, text boxes properly aligned and menus intuitive to use. It was in a beta stage where every middle to high ranking official of the Federation had an access code for the program. The code determined what level of access they had while both aura and retina scans confirmed their identity. Scarlett said she was reasonably satisfied with the security precautions, but continued to tinker with things to make them ironcd. They couldn’t afford that system to get invaded.

  Much of Fusion’s communication happened through that app now. Members of parliament received schedules, military information was exchanged, and police raids were updated through it. Each of those ran on a different sub system with their separate, different security system. If someone managed to get through Scarlett’s code, they would compromise one section of the program but not all of it.

  As leader of Fusion, John had the second highest access rights. For what he looked up now, a lower level would have sufficed. There was a special category of police information that essentially advertised its happening to people of power within Fusion’s military. The police were fundamentally equipped to deal only with every day incidents and the occasional violent criminal. More specialized divisions with more combat-oriented members were trained to deal with raiding criminal hideouts.

  While those divisions had the equipment and power to deal with such incidents themselves, it was of obvious benefit if someone of extreme power tagged along. What could be a drawn-out battle between evenly matched forces of crime syndicate against w enforcement could be trivialized by the presence of just one person. When the police thought they needed such reinforcements, they were authorized to simply request it. More often than not, they just informed people that the raid would be happening and if someone mighty wanted to show up, they could just attach themselves to the operation. Metra being who she was, she made a pastime out of attending such things when she feasibly could.

  Reading through the mission details, John raised an eyebrow. “Just a few kilometres away from the Hudson Barrier, huh?” he mumbled. “Pretty brazen of people to still set up a new shop in the area… and this is the same organization that was noticed previously but got away?” He looked to Scarlett. “Any reasons to suspect we got a mole inside our ranks?”

  “There are more that we do than that we don’t,” Scarlett responded and pulled an expensive looking whiskey bottle out of a paper bag. Walking into the open kitchen, she got herself a gss. Moments ter, she sniffed on the amber liquid. “What else is new though? You create an organization of several thousand people and someone will always enrich themselves in some fashion. We’ll just have to keep smoking these fuckers out.”

  “I’d just wish these wouldn’t pop up every few months.” John walked back to his regur spot on the couch and was immediately treated to his girlfriend hopping over and nding in his p. Samander settled on his left side and Siena took to his right.

  Curving her tail around his neck, the moonshade elemental drew him into a kiss. After the soothing cool of her night-fvoured lips withdrew from his again, she whispered, “That’s what you deserve for letting the evil go unpunished.”

  She was referring to his policy of giving people the opportunity for a clean start whenever he conquered new nds. Worst offenders aside, everyone got a simple choice: surrender and get a pardon or fight and be judged. Early on, most had taken the second option. More recent conquests had seen the first option become more popur. Either way, there were more than a few people left alive that had the technical know-how to start and maintain a crime organization.

  “It is a drawback of the way I went about doing things,” John admitted. Forgiveness came with its perks, such as a lower burden on barely set-up courts, a great public image and a higher level of initial manpower. “Anyway, I have something way more interesting to do,” he decred.

  “Gamer Perk?” Rave asked, changing her position from being on his p to being in his p by turning around and rubbing her ass against his dick. Through the Lydia cuddles, he had gone fccid, watching the girls strip had gotten him halfway up there and now he was immediately brought back to the full might. It helped that Sylph darted around and went to shower his balls in her electrifying kisses. She got to do a bit more than that for a few moments, then the Gamer’s pink haired girlfriend had raised her hips high enough to align his cock with her pussy.

  “You haven’t been home for five minutes and you’re already wet enough to take me in?” John asked with a grin, while she rubbed the tip of his dry dick against her pussy lips. It was only a matter of seconds, before a drop of his precum mixed with her love juices and she started to sink down. He would have teased her with his hands in the process, but those were occupied, sinking into the rge breasts of the two elementals on his side. Increasing their sensitivity to 200%, John managed to make them pant through that alone.

  “Stop smelling, looking and fucking so good and I might not be so horny when I’m around ya,” Rave responded with a fulfilled sigh as she settled with all of him inside her. “Anyway, Gamer Perk?”

  “Gamer Perk,” John confirmed and pulled his hands away from Siena and Samander before either of them could climax. He would give them plenty once he had made his choice. There was nothing else he wanted to do today.

  “Hmm, only Instant Dungeon choices,” he hummed. Reading everything through three times, he considered his choices carefully.

  Endless Mode was a staple in many video games, especially those based around dungeon crawling. Regardless, John wasn’t sure he could get a lot of use out of it. Items were an addition to his powerset, not core in any fashion. The time he would have to invest to get powerful equipment out of the Endless Mode was likely better spent running Assaults and getting great amounts of EXP instead. He struggled to have time for that already, so getting something else he could rarely get to sounded stupid.

  That left him with Scenario and Adventure. Scenario sounded interesting to start with, but next to Adventure, John just couldn’t help but disregard it. Challenges were cool and all that, but experience and GP weren’t resources he couldn’t come by otherwise. Visiting other worlds, however, was just bursting with possibilities.

  That aside, the Adventures could be dropped and picked up at any time. With a promised spread of rewards stemming from Quests and the whole load of different ndscapes he was guaranteed to visit, he could think of Adventures somewhat like mini-Raids with more story than combat. That tickled his fancy in so many ways. As much fun as he had with combat, levelling mostly through it was a bit one-note. A good cloak and daggers campaign would be a nice change of pace.

  “Ya taking Adventure, right?” Rave asked. He was looking at the window over her shoulder, letting her easily read along.

  “No, I am taking Scenario,” he lied and moved his hand towards the middle option at a creeping pace.

  “Bad tiger!” Rave cried out with a teasing smile on her lips. She knew him too well not to catch the bluff. “What if I do this, mhm?” she asked and gyrated her hips. “Will ya be a good boyfriend and buy me the stuff I want?”

  “Not sure if access to other worlds through my bullshit Innate Ability counts as buying you things,” John responded.

  “Totally does, now do it!”

  “Why would I be a good boyfriend for you anyway?” the Gamer continued to tease. “What am I getting in return?”

  “My love and affection and more of thisssss,” she hissed the st sylble, as the grinding of his cock through her folds sent a shiver up her spine. “Also, we might be able to bang some hot monster girls on other worlds.”

  “Monster girls, you say,” John hummed. He had discovered the term through her, since she had gotten him into anime. To date, he had banged a goblin, a cat girl, a certain dragon goddess, regurly got to engage with a slime and other humanoid elementals, and his maids technically counted as golems. It wasn’t as if his spread of monster girls was limited. The idea of ‘interacting’ with even more, however, was enticing.

  “Just think about it,” Siena whispered into his ear. “Entire new worlds to leave an impression on. To be a legend among many pnes, does that not sound like a good time?”

  “So much space to conquer and dominate,” Samander added with a grin.

  “D-do be nice to the locals and help them!” Gnome chimed in, her words supported by the mental presence of Stirwin. “If you end up taking that choice, I mean.”

  “Well, can’t disagree with all these demands,” the Gamer sighed, as if he was doing something against his will, and pressed the button. “We’ll test that out on Wednesday.”

  “Why not tomorrow?!” an impatient Rave wanted to know.

  “Why not today, if you’re that eager?”

  “Silly tiger, we both know I’ll be too cock drunk to do anything productive for the rest of the day, twenty minutes from now.” She grinned. It was an exaggeration, Rave recovered quite well from their orgies and the day was still long. They had just all decided that this was what they would be doing with the rest of the day. “So, why not tomorrow?” she asked again.

  “Because I want to finish my investigations into the Dra business tomorrow.”