Chapter 234 – Mind-crush

Chapter 234 – Mind-crush

“Hello?” Gaia asked and snapped her fingers in front of John. No reaction. “Well, this is bad,” she said, her dress appearing back on her body. “May have gone too far at the end there. Thought you would be able to handle it. Turns out you are way weaker than I thought. First you fail against that Lorylim copy I made and now this...I mean I could see this coming, but I have to deal with you frail mortals so rarely that I sometimes forget how much you can take...”

Continued silence.

“Okay? Rude, let me just...” she put a hand on his head. “...Literally nothing in here anymore. Really disappointing. Can’t beat a Lorylim, can’t fuck me properly, God -which is me- we will try this again way later then. Just going to fix you up really quickly.”

John jerked up suddenly. “Argh, my head,” he complained. It was as if the synapses all had been hit with a rocket launcher and then stapled back together. Twice.

“There, now you work again; I am off,” Gaia said. “See you when you next fuck something up.”

“Wait, just... why are you doing things to me?” John asked. “Last time I thought you were trying to keep me alive, but you know what, by now I doubt that! It seems more like you are preparing me for something like I am some kind of rare tool!”

“Maybe I am, not your damn business, just survive,” Gaia simply stated before disappearing.

“I very much disagree with that,” John mumbled and rubbed his forehead. He had something beyond a headache and his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his skull. It was getting better though. He recalled having sex with Gaia just fine, and he knew what had happened at the end there, but there were no experiences attached to that knowledge.

It was as if someone had forcefully cut a part out of a movie and then had dragged the script through the audience’s head instead, letter for letter. The subsiding pain was way nicer than the state of brain-death he had been in during Gaia’s monologue.

Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))



While ultimately not the best of rewards, John would not complain whatsoever about sex or the safety of his balls.

He heard hasty steps in front of the door, and Rave, Lydia and Thana burst in with panicked expressions. A bit after them came Nathalia, who looked less worried, but the fact that she actually came here was telling. Under other circumstances, John would have bet that they had seen the time and scrambled to see if he was awake.

Rave took the lead and walked up to him, scanning him up and down and then smirked, “Ya look fine, whoo.”

“What happened?” John asked the worried ensemble.

“Basically, we were having fun and asked Aclysia to come get ya since your quest should’ve been done and all that jazz when she suddenly shut down. Momo collapsed as well, and the elementals just got a sudden mega headache. So, we scrambled to have a look,” Rave told him.

John quickly informed her about the happenings of the last few minutes.

Thana’s laughing became a constant background noise.

“I don’t believe you,” Nathalia growled, and John gulped. Technically Gaia was another goddess, so he had just overstepped some of the dragoness’ set boundaries.

“I CAN’T believe you,” Lydia said.

“I totally do,” Rave smirked. “Knew she wasn’t wearing panties! Probably just summoned them last time!”

“That’s the bit you concentrate on?” John wondered. “Not the whole ‘the ruler of creation just had sex with my boyfriend’?”

“Meh, thought it was going to happen eventually anyway, and if I can accept Nathalia over there, I can live with that Tatsumaki clone,” Rave waved off.

“You stuck your dick into the Earth!” Thana managed to scramble a sentence together. “Fucking priceless.”

“Out of my way,” Nathalia pushed everyone aside and then climbed to John on the bed. Her eyes spelled her intent to ‘mark her territory’ so to say.

Rave held onto her boyfriend, “Get to the back of the line, ya lizard!”

“We can share, I don’t care,” Nathalia told the techno-lover. “I am not going to just live with Gaia meddling in my business. John is mine; other goddesses will have to search for their own lovers.”

“May I remind you whose house you are currently occupying?” Lydia said as she walked up to the bed. “And of the situation’s potential danger? John, can you reaffirm whether everyone is fine or not?”

“Already did,” John told her. He had been going through all of his familiars and checking on their conditions. Some memory sharing also cleared up the confusion. It seemed as if Gaia had temporarily isolated them to make sure that she and John had their privacy.

‘I got it,’ Salamander told him with a mental yawn. ‘Sylph, hello, you in there?’

‘Mumblechangas are superheroes too!’ came a non-sensical answer. ‘They survive on the mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell, alone. That’s awesome! They are awesome!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Salamander drily stated, ‘maybe you will get to meet some if you just go into our room? Come, I will guide you there.’

‘Thanks, evil Overlady,’ with that comment they both disappeared as well.

One crisis averted, the next one woke up when there was a loud noise of someone rolling off the bed and landing on the ground. “Hello floor, you fucking life-fisting idiotic shit-eating asshole of a hard-wooden thing,” came the tirade of high-pitched curses that could only possibly belong to one person.

Thana’s hand appeared on the edge of the bed as she pulled herself up. The frame creaked dangerously, but she was on her feet a moment later. “Grrrrrrrrr,” a deep, husky rumble from Nathalia’s stomach. It was both concerning and highly amusing. The dragoness opened her eyes, glowing like hot iron, woken up by the sudden storm of noises.

Nathalia pushed herself off the bed with a majorly unhappy expression. “Be quiet, whelp,” she growled and ran a hand through her fiery hair. Not that she would have needed it; aside from Lydia, everyone seemed to be enchanted with perfect morning hair.

“I am now hungry, tired and horny. I need solutions in that order. John, where is your fridge?!” the dragoness demanded her desires to be quenched with utmost haste.

“Aclysia is making breakfast downstairs,” John, now really happy he had made that call, told her.

“Your servant is truly a great asset,” Nathalia, sniffing and picking up the smell of something, told him before jumping out of bed.

“She is a fucking bully,” Thana said and picked up her robes. “Not that I am complaining. Food is the greatest fucking thing though. I wonder if I can talk her into giving me breakfast pudding?” With that question on her mind, the blood mage went after the dragoness.

That left John with Rave. His girlfriend was still deep asleep, cuddled against his right side. She also had her legs wrapped around him in a way that didn’t allow him to open them. Her arms were wrapped around him in a way that gave him just enough room to breathe comfortably.

It wasn’t the weirdest position he had ever woken up in. John enjoyed the quiet for a bit. The only sound in the room was the soft breathing of Rave and her occasional weird mutters. “The answer to the equation is a fist in your face, Liz,” was the one he managed to understand.

Eventually, however, time demanded that John woke her up. “Hey, Jane,” he said, quietly. His mouth was pretty much right next to her ear.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?” she asked with a yawn, opening her eyes.

“We have to get up,” he told her.

“Urgh, ya say the same thing every morning,” she complained and kissed him on the cheek. “Whad’are’ya an alarmclock?”

“More of an alarmcock, am I right?” John punned.

Rave gave him a very disappointed look and unhugged him. “And now I am wide awake... hey, where is everyone?” she asked.

“Already woke up and left,” he told her.

“And ya were waiting for me? How cute.” Rave stretched, her wonderful little breasts on open display.

“Showering without you just isn’t the same,” he said, and they smirked at each other.

“That so? Well ya shouldn’t wonder why ya aren’t growing body hair anymore if ya keep showering with me every morning.”

“What do you mean by that?” John wanted to know.

“I mean that I have shampoo against getting cactus legs. The Abyss is the place of every girl’s needs, didn’t ya know that already?” she grinned.

‘So that’s where my sorry excuse for chest hair has gone,’ John thought. Well, he didn’t miss it (he had shaved it off in the first place after all), he looked better without. It had been a curious development though, when it never returned. ‘And here I thought that was some part of Gamer’s Body...’ “So... how does that work?” John wondered as he got up and they made their nude stroll to the bathroom.

“Dunno, ask an alchemist or get yourself a Skillbook or something,” Rave suggested. “I know only that it blocks the growth of new hair. Something about separation by area?”

“Ah...so, wait, does that mean I can just apply that every morning and my hair will stay the same length?”

“Yup,” Rave said and pushed open the door. They ignored Undine in her bathtub and went straight into the shower. “Wanna make this a quickie?” Rave asked with a smirk as the overly hot water ran over them. Of course, he did.