Chapter 526 – Victory & Mouth 2 – The neutral force

Chapter 526 – Victory & Mouth 2 – The neutral force



‘If only I could get my hands on a SEP,’ John thought. With how things were going, an evolved Siena would be quite useful. However, no luck had been had in that department. It didn’t help that he had no time to grind at all currently. Not even a single gap in his schedule was bigger than half an hour and Instant Dungeons took strictly longer than that. Between campaigning and bureaucracy, there was absolutely no time for grinding.

He really only had himself to blame for that. At least his domestic workload was steadily decreasing in scope, so there was reason to hope that he would find the time again once he no longer needed to fly back and forth between two states every few days.

Aside from the scheduling problems, disappearing for three hours itself was pretty dangerous. Although the situation with that initial fight seemed to have blown over without further consequences, John barely felt like he could justify sleeping some days. There was just no telling if he was going to miss something that required his immediate attention.

It said a lot that he considered looking at his character screen a de-stressing time. Okay, Sylph and Salamander giving him a double blowjob certainly helped in the relaxation process. He was sitting on the couch in his new house, the furniture a simple assortment of medium quality that had come with the proper building. In the week since the incident, he had bought himself this real estate in Washington. He didn’t want to crash over at Chemilia’s place continuously.

Together with him buying all the necessary parts for the Tier 2 upgrade to the Transport Station, it had been another cut into his money (and GP, as he had needed an extra Room Slot), but not nearly one as noticeable as the actual Guild Hall upgrade. This extra building had the side effect that he was now reliant on at least minor production from his Mana Factories to pay the upkeep cost for everything. He only saw that becoming an increasing problem in the future.

There were enough problems right now to not keep thinking about that. Sadly, parts of another guild he had bought didn’t count as conquered territory. If it did, he could have saved himself the back and forth between NYC and DC. That would have shaved considerable time off his travels. He understood why the system didn’t count it though; if any piece of land he bought counted as his territory, that could have led to a bunch of abuse cases.

“Any news from the primarchs?” John asked, using his usual synonym for people around his current strength level. He hadn’t quite given up hope yet to get at least one of those on his side. Not even for this current situation, just in general. His phone, lying on the table in front of him, provided a quick answer.

“Nothing, I can’t even locate any of them,” Scarlett’s voice reverberated from the small device.

“Is that unusual?” John asked and then groaned as Nia suddenly decided she had enough of staring out of the window in search for cats (not that she would have seen any, they were inside a barrier) and joined the sucking of his cock. He would cum pretty soon.

“Not particularly, they are few and most live somewhere out in the sticks,” Scarlett told him. “Also, if you are getting a blowjob, point the fucking camera at it! You can’t be the only one having fun.”

“Alright, alright,” he agreed with some mild laughter. “Thank you, Sylph,” the Gamer added when the thunderstorm elemental took the phone off the table and gave it to him. He quickly grabbed the back of her head with his left hand and shoved his cock down her throat so she couldn’t palaver an answer that interrupted the conversation forever.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

As the only feeling he received from her spirit at this were happiness and the words, ‘John’s huge, giant, enormous dick!’ he didn’t feel bad about this whatsoever.

“Happy?” he asked Scarlett, the camera now pointing at the three hotties sucking on his cock and balls. The answer he got was a picture of the redhead kissing her John-sized vibrator.

There was a betraying buzz in the background of her voice afterwards, alongside some minorly disruptive moans. “Mhm... soooo... what is the plan now?” she asked him.

“For now its business as usual... give me a sec,” he couldn’t concentrate on the conversation anymore as his dick pulsated with the need to release. He pulled back and scattered his seed over the faces of all three girls, who then began licking and kissing each other in an attempt to taste as much of it as possible.

There were a lot of bashful, ecstatic and neutral comments had between them in the process, but John didn’t pay attention to those. Cumming for the first time in eight hours had just been thoroughly necessary.

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Imerella had her military facility south of DC, down the river, at the site of Fort Washington. ‘Wonder how the Noodles got by here,’ John thought as he entered the barrier. The answer was doubtlessly some pulled strings on Abraham’s side.

It was a fortification that had clearly seen better days. The walls were originally made from even blocks of some reddish stone, but the façade was in clear need of renewal with several of them cracked or already in the process of falling apart. The whole thing was lightly modern in design, the tall walls in the shape of a star, but the fact that it was even still designed with a fort structure in mind must have meant that it was over a hundred years old. Even Abyssal warfare had little strategic usage for walled off positions anymore. Explosive spells against this kind of fortification were too effective and modern mana-fuelled shields would have worked much better around a more compact design.

The array of buildings within the walls had the typical military feel to them. Largely practical buildings storing food and apartments within simple designs. Although there were people cleaning the place even as John stepped inside, the guards at the gate clearly knowing who he was and letting him pass, there was a sustained amount of dirt everywhere that kept it from looking meticulous.

‘Seems like the cleaning crew got hit first by all the budget cuts,’ John thought as he stepped over a patch of grass that grew out of the road pavement. He saw Terkal in the distance, taking a very long route around several buildings and vanishing as quickly behind one as he could when he saw that the Gamer’s gaze was in his direction. ‘Mhm? Well, if he doesn’t want to be seen, I will do him the favour,’ he thought.

It was absolutely impossible to overlook the over two-metre-tall general, but John got a message on his phone that allowed him to look down for a moment.

Scarlett: By the way, the last part of your project arrived today. I put it in and now your sphere is done.

John: Yesssss~

Scarlett: Not like you get to use it anytime soon.

John: Don’t ruin my fun. I still get to test it over the weekend.

“There you are,” the chirpy, somewhat flirting, tone of Imerella reached his ears. His phone quickly vanished inside his pocket as the short general walked her curvy body over to him. “How are you? Good I hope, because I am doing fantastic. Let’s take a walk!” She gestured firmly away from where Terkal had vanished to and her office building behind her. John also noticed she looked rather flustered.

“You took a page out of my book, didn’t you?” John asked as he obliged her and they started walking from one facility to the other as if they were inspecting them. The Gamer already knew all he needed about the state of this location.

“Whatever would you mean by that?” she asked with a satisfied grin. No further inquiry was going to be had; he already knew she and Terkal had had steamy sex in her office on his way here.

“Ah, nothing important,” John waved off, smirking back in a similar fashion. “Now, let’s talk business, can you tell Abraham to take down the rhetoric a bit? I get that he wants to win, but...”

“No need to convince me, I already called him and told him he was a big fat idiot on Monday,” Imerella interrupted him with a heavy sigh. “He seems to have his strategy set though. At least you have your people keep a cool head... I am just afraid that something he says will give somebody bad ideas.”

“If that isn’t his intention anyway,” John grumbled, creating an attacker that just ‘misunderstood what he wanted to say’ was something he could see done as a cover up. It was certainly a way to terrorize the other faction without being liable himself. At least in a limited fashion. It was hard to discern sometimes what was a call to violence and what a harshly delivered criticism.



“It better not be,” Imerella cracked her neck, “or I will have to spank that youngster!”