Chapter 490 – Progress and Surprise

Chapter 490 – Progress and Surprise







“FUCK – YES!” John exclaimed as he finally was granted what he wanted and fell backwards, away from the lying sandbag he had been kicking for the past hour. He was so happy about getting done with this, he didn’t even care about the sass. Once he had the basic idea figured out, it was endless repetitions. A proper martial arts student would have needed to be careful training, each attempt to be executed with flawless concentration as to not harm themself.

John in return took absolute advantage of Gamer’s Body, taking abundant damage to accelerate the learning process. He had self-harmed his way about three times down his entire health bar, only Undine allowing him to keep pressing on.

He landed on the blue sports mat that covered the floor. The thick layer of foam wasn’t the most comfortable thing to lie on, but there was also much worse. However, when Eliza kneeled down next to him and pulled his head on her thighs, his level of satisfaction rose by an immeasurable amount. “So soft,” he sighed, relaxing.

These skills were interesting, because they weren’t skills in the normal sense. They were called techniques instead and had several changes applied to how they functioned. John hadn’t really expected more mechanics to be added to his arsenal at this stage in the game. They apparently were martial arts exclusive and created sub-skills to Aura rather than full new skills, operating with a few important differences.

Techniques had a level cap depending on their difficulty that scaled either with John’s Stats or his level in Martial Artist. That was what a nice tutorial window had told him.



He could only use them while Aura was toggled on. In return, their cost was pretty low, but they had a cooldown which he could only skip in return for taking damage. It was a whole slew of mechanics that John had no plans to dabble in. Aura was still completely antithetical to his usual game plan, given that it disabled all MP regeneration, and he kept the skill off his list for that reason. If presented with the choice of being better in melee or use the points for Mana Protection and spells instead, John’s specialization up until this point clearly pointed to the latter.

If he had opted into martial arts from the start, that would be a whole different story, and parts of him really wanted to experience that. However, it was the mark of a good game that there were several fun play styles but only one could be obtained by the MC at any given playthrough. Too bad real life didn’t have a way for him to reset back to the beginning of the journey and allowed him to playtest all the different builds.

It did have Eliza’s amazing thighs though, in addition to her crazy smile peeking over her decently sized tits hanging above him. That was a fair tradeoff. Not to mention her ass, which he had begun fondling absent-mindedly. The spandex gave the softness a nice texture, although he would have prefered the smoothness of naked skin.

The blood mage herself was sweating lightly, an extremely rare sight given her absurd stamina. A beauty only made possible thanks to the nature of meditation in the Abyssal sense, as the body was put under strain by the internal mana, a force that usually scaled in some capacity with one’s own rising power. As Eliza could basically convert her Endurance into mana, hers was rather vast.

John wondered what sort of internal mechanics of mana prevented the blood mage from converting the extra Endurance she gained from her Active Aura to make the skill stronger and in turn give her more Endurance, creating an infinite self-scaling effect. He presented a question like that and got the expected answer.

“Just because your fucking eyes tell you that I have higher stats doesn’t mean that it works that way, you retard,” she told him. “The mana I can generate with my cocksleeve of a body obviously can’t be used to make more mana. I am fucking balanced!”

“Really? Because I would describe Bloodburn as anything but balanced and THAT gives you more mana,” John held against that and groped her butt a bit more aggressively. There was a quickly rising tent in his sports pants (he wasn’t in his suit, that outfit felt weird for actual boxing practice).

“Okay, Bloodburn I concede is fucking busted,” Eliza stated, “but I barely know how that even works. There is no downside to using it... aside from stirring up a creepy slut inside me, of course. All of that shit aside, it literally burns away my blood, it just conveniently adds the regenerative factor for that to not matter whatsoever.”

“So, if you were using Bloodburn, could you create a stronger Aura?” John wondered.

“I would try, but that’s just asking for Thana to ram her spiked tail up somebody’s asshole until it comes out through the mouth again,” she told him.

“Advice: take a chill pill,” the uninterested voice of Beatrice chimed into the conversation like Alexa after she had been accidentally activated. “Note: this was sarcasm. Chill pills do not exist.”

“I know, you infuriating piece of garbage!” Metra shouted.

“None of the components that make up my body are either A: worth close to or just nothing or B: the unusable remains of a product or packaging. I thus give that insult a 0% accuracy,” the passive maid continued on. “Suggestion: aim your insults at things I strongly care about.” In a surprisingly well acted fashion, she rose her hand in front of her mouth, as if she had a shocking realization. “My apologies, there is no such thing.”

“You know what,” Metra cracked her knuckles, “you sound like a perfect sparring partner.”

Taking a little bow, Beatrice answered, “I will oblige you. Correction: I will oblige you, after I cleaned up the mess you made.”

John and Eliza left the room at that point, as it was clear that there would be violence the second the punching bag had been disposed of. ‘Hopefully they only destroy the dummy weapons,’ he thought as they entered the corridor.

The hallways that connected everything in the yacht were as nice as everything else. They were broad enough for a group of people to walk comfortably and the floor was of a dark blue colour. John wasn’t quite sure what it was. He knew it was a layer over the metal that lay at the heart of most of the ship’s walls, making it quite the sturdy work of craftsmanship, but for the exact material plastered atop, he was unqualified to make an answer. His guess was some sort of oil-based paint or lacquer, enhanced magically for extra durability.

As everywhere else on the ship, the floor was spotless and, as they were on an outer walkway, allowed a nice view of the starry sky outside, stars magnificently spanning the firmament. Little city light was here to block out their brilliance. A fair amount of distance was between them and the coast, after all. They simply shone over the dark, endlessly stretching waves of the nightly ocean. Through untinted windows, it would have looked ever better..

John followed a sudden impulse and shoved Eliza against the wall. “What the fu-,” she began to complain, but the Gamer grabbed her by the throat with one arm and forced her to be quiet by squeezing as strong as he could. Her eyes went from annoyed to ‘Oh, my, yes!’ in a couple of seconds as she realized what John wanted.

“I have a lot of pent up frustration right now,” he said in a dangerous voice, a pure act to play to her submissive fantasies, “but most of all I desperately need a drink, so you will shut up. The only thing I want to hear from you now are moans, are we clear?” She nodded and John let go of her, his hands moving on to rip open the sports bra. The tearing sound was followed immediately by the spilling of her firm tits out of their compression hold. “I will buy you something prettier later,” he promised as the ruined cloth fell down behind her feet.

He bowed down to lick her nipple and tasted the salt of a good workout. It was delicious, for the oddest of reasons, and precum began to create a dark spot in his pants. However, John didn’t plan to use his cock quite yet, he wanted to indulge more in Eliza’s body.

After roughly kneading, sucking and biting her tits and nipples for a bit, John kneeled down on the floor. He peeled the pants off her, the damp cloth refusing to go easily. A strand of clear liquid connected a particularly wet spot on the spandex with her bare pussy.

“No panties, you naughty degenerate,” John observed his meal and then pressed his face right between her thighs. Tongue pushing straight inside, he was greeted by a small gush of her honeypot’s liquids, which he slurped up greedily. Reaching behind her, his hands clawed into her ass and pulled her closer, stretching his tongue as deep as he could inside her, his mouth sucking on her pussy and clit.

She moaned loudly, like he loved her to do. Her voice broke sometimes and small giggles accompanied some of his actions, sounds of a crazy girl. A girl crazy for him and insanely sexy in general. Pussy hair caressed John’s face; it was at a good length, not so short that it felt like he was getting stabbed and not so long that it was a genuine obstruction. Generally, he still preferred his girls smoothly shaven, but this much wasn’t a problem whatsoever.

Looking up her body, her saw her face between her heaving breasts. Her eyes were closed and she breathed heavily. Her lips formed a single word, but she only gasped quietly as she suppressed saying it. He could read it, she wanted to moan his name.

He redoubled his efforts and moments later felt her pussy contract. The folds, usually working on milking his dick, were now clamping down on his tongue. He stopped, simply witnessing her writhing body and letting her experience a mellow first orgasm; the proper fucking would follow soon after.

She opened her eyes again, smiling down at him with that massive grin that showed just the slightest bit of gum in addition to her pearly teeth. Then, her purplish lips froze in position and she looked up. “John...” that single word was enough to tip him off; if not for the fact that she was suddenly going against his wish, then because of the serious tone.

Immediately he turned around, looking out of the window. The sky was gone, as was the ocean or anything else they might have been able to see. A greyish white, slowly swirling and shifting directly in front of the window, that was all the world was now. It was so thick that it looked two dimensional against the translucent barrier.

“When?” John asked, obviously an easily answered question. Sometime between him shoving Eliza against the wall and her opening her eyes again. Speed, density, location, it all left little doubt about this being not a natural phenomenon.



“We better fucking get everyone together,” Eliza said the reasonable thing.