Chapter 498 – Deep Breaths

Chapter 498 – Deep Breaths

“When and why?” John wanted to know, his growl anything but that of friends that met recently.

His mother jumped into there, giving her son a scolding glance, “John Newman, you will behave when addressing my guest.” She gestured for Maximillian to come inside, the gravity king stepping in without any further hesitation. Having recovered from the initial shock, it seemed like he knew very well that the situation was to his advantage today. “So, I hear you two are friends?”

“Something like that,” Maximillian nodded. “And about three weeks ago in a bar, because she is my type. If I had known she was your mother...” he looked over to Brenda, “...I still would have done it.”

John’s left eye twitched dangerously as he heard his mother giggle girlishly and guide the royal inside. “Take a minute to calm down,” she told her son, “we’ll be in the living room.”

John didn’t need a minute, he needed an aspirin. Of all the possible guys in the whole damn nation, it had to be the one he knew. What were the odds of that? Now, he could do effectively nothing about this. Yes, sure, he could have forced his will on Maximillian, kicking him out of the house and out of her life, but in doing so he would have gone against the wishes of both his mother and someone he did call a friend after all.

‘I am going to punch him in the face for this,’ the Gamer made a bargain with himself and then went into the living room. The best way to handle this situation was to suck it up and listen to the sound of silence whenever the two of them did anything remotely resembling a flirt. He had come knowing full well that he would meet SOME lover of his mother, now it was just about three times more awkward.

“A true coincidence that I meet all of you here,” he heard Maximillian say as he entered the living room. The gravity mage, predictably, took the seat as far removed from Eliza as possible. “Especially you, Lydia, didn’t know you were in America. Probably my fault for not checking the news.”

“My, my, you all seem interconnected,” Brenda was sitting closer to Maximillian than was normal for a host, but the guy’s purpose in being here was literally to screw her brains out repeatedly over the next week. More than ever, John hoped that the walls were really, really thick. “How do you know each other?”

Lydia answered quickly and without hesitation, “We went to the same university. He and John know each other through me.” Yet another lie they had to tell her. It was much more believable than ‘he was my enemy in a tournament over the crown of Germany’, but that didn’t make John feel any better about any of this.

These last few minutes were a real tumble of emotions.

Luckily, it seemed that this was about as bad as it got, as the rest of the talk went about pretty calmly, talking about easy topics and exchanging harmless stories of their lives. Aclysia and Beatrice eventually joined them. The two maids appeared with black hair for a change, wearing plain grey t-shirts and yoga pants.

John was hit by a couple of jokes about twins in his harem by his mother, alongside with some light jabs by Maximillian about the addition of Beatrice to his list of creations, veiled in obscure puns. It was about three in the afternoon when Brenda finally broke the chatter. “Ah, I need to prepare dinner soon,” she said.

“Oh no, sorry, we will eat out,” John informed her, gesturing at Aclysia and Beatrice, “they are Jewish, so we made some appointments in restaurants.” The disappointed look of his mother was something he had not expected. “Don’t worry, we’ll come back for the promised cake afterwards,” he promised.

Yet another lie, one aimed at keeping the unpleasantry of eating real food away from the artificial spirits. They could do it, but the biological material needed to be removed fairly quickly, lest it began to rot inside their bodies. John was assured that this was a highly unpleasant process and he could imagine.

“Jewish twins, that has to be a rarity in some way,” Brenda joked, touching Maximillian a slight bit with every movement. Her chair had wandered closer to his a slight bit more at any opportunity, at this point they were basically shoulder to shoulder. “Well, let me show you the guest rooms before you go then.”

“I have a myriad of things to say,” Lydia would have crossed her arms if she didn’t have to drag her trolley. Having to transport their luggage like normal people was a true nuisance. “However, all of them involve unexplainable topics, like a steampunk giant and hovering monorails.”

“I really want to visit Vienna right about now,” John had to admit.

“She is turning it into a technologic wonderland... to the tune of billions and billions of dollars,” Lydia agreed. “Basically, Ria is melting away whatever savings Maximillian created.”

“I find it really fucking hard to believe that pompous ass ever saved any money,” Eliza cussed. “Let’s talk about someone I don’t want to violently rip apart.”

It was at that moment that they entered the harbour barrier. The cleaning process had made massive progress, only a few sprinkles of blood remaining on some hard to reach places. Over a large fire sat a massive pot that spread the pleasant aroma of cooking seafood. The workers were sitting around there, taking a break. Raising their hands and waving towards Aclysia with thankful shouts on their lips, it was pretty clear that John’s intention to get on the people’s good side had been successful.

Chemilia was nowhere to be seen, however. After having made sure everything was running smoothly, she must have retreated elsewhere. As much as John was into the taste of the eel, he had filled up on them over breakfast and could go for something else right about now. Something a bit more solid and sweet.

“I suggest pancakes,” Aclysia stated, reading his thoughts, as they walked up the yacht’s outstretched walkway. “Sugar has been low in the recent diet.”

“Mhm, I do like the sound of that.”

“I fucking LOVE the sound of that,” Eliza added.

The rest of the group also agreed, so pancakes it would be. “Please leave your luggage here,” Aclysia gestured at an empty spot in the entrance hall, “I will attend to it as soon as possible.”

Most of them did, only Lydia insisted on taking care of her own stuff, and the maid duo went to the kitchen. They were still working on creating the necessary mountain of pancakes when the queen returned to the cantina. “We should create a list of locations we want to traverse during our stay here,” she suggested. “This is the first time I am in Washington DC myself, I would like to see some stuff during the visit.” The queen looked down to John’s pants. “But it seems your attention lies elsewhere right now.”

The genes of Brenda Newman were strong in her son and so it was to nobody’s surprise that, now that he was sitting in his own halls again, John had a massive erection. Having grown past the belt, a fair bit of his cock was peeking out from his trousers. “Yup,” the Gamer agreed, getting a text message at that moment.

Scarlett: Yo, if you are horny, I am hanging out in the sex room right now.

Scarlett: You have some really great stuff I want to try being tied on.



“Well, whoever wants to help me take care of this,” John stood up, “come with me."