Chapter 629 – Beach Evenings and First free mornings

Chapter 629 – Beach Evenings and First free mornings

“Pity,” Eliza answered, when John asked her why she let Thana speak up in the first place. “Normally she tries to tear me down or some shit like that, this time she was crawling up to me like some degenerate... that.” She pointed at a cleaning slime that was going about its work, wrapping itself around a pile of dripping packages. Dripping with the remaining juices of their former content.

A content that was orderly assorted on a stone slab table next to a grill they had brought with them. Salamander was breathing flames onto the coals, trying to make them burn down to white, hot ash quicker. “Come on,” the fire spirit whispered to the red flickering, “be strong and let me taste steak.”

John continued his conversation with Eliza, “And what is she doing now?” Since the talk earlier, Thana had not said a word. The pretty little psycho had taken back control without any struggle. Afterwards, the beachball game had dissolved and they had gone back to sit on the now empty and dark beach.

11 PM, everyone had scrambled. They were all alone.

“Yeah, that’s the super fucking weird thing: she has retreated as far away as she can and is just... I don’t even know, moping?” Eliza responded and John stroked his chin. He was tempted to get as touchy with the blood mage as he usually was, now that Thana seemed to be lying the low. There was a risk in that, but not more than there was in what he had done minutes earlier.

However, he still decided to stay his distance because the punishment clause was still in effect. It had worked so far, so it was best to be disciplined and not touch her squishy thighs. “I prefer ‘contemplating’, let’s not ridicule her when she has been making progress,” he told Eliza and brushed a hand through her hair. That much he allowed himself.

“Yo,” Metra suddenly plopped down on the towel next to him. “Been meaning to ask, what’s up with that?” she tapped against the Lover’s Will mark. Gesturing towards Rave and the heart-shaped mark above her crotch, she added, “Did ya two decide to get a matching tattoo while ya were gone?”

John indeed hadn’t fully explained this thing to everyone yet, simply hadn’t had the proper opportunity. Not that there was a lot to explain about it. He quickly broke it down for everyone, where it came from, what it did, what he hoped it would evolve to in the future, and all that. The only information he left unsaid was why he picked Rave over anyone else. That bit was so obvious, it needed no stating.

Afterwards, everyone had their curiosity satisfied. “I want a slave mark...” Eliza grumbled reaching down to her crotch and framing the space above her womb between her hands. “Right here. That would be so fucking hot... Oh fucking fantastic... now I made myself horny...” She punched the sand next to her to distract herself. “Still can’t fucking orgasm, fucking Thana being a fucking bitch, urrrrghhhh.”

John left her to her frustration, just as he looked to Metra for an outlet of his own lust. The idea of giving Eliza some sort of mark struck his own perversions with quite the force. With a grin and no further words, the First of Wrath moved down towards the tent in John’s swimwear. Which disappeared into his inventory immediately and left the tanned, muscular girl to work with his erection.

“Salty,” she laughed with an erotic smile after taking an initial lick, tasting the sea on her master.

“Mhm, I’m getting in on this,” Rave suddenly decided, approaching John from the front.

“Thought you didn’t want to do anything on the beach,” her boyfriend teased, while already putting a hand on both of their heads.

“I didn’t want to have sex on the beach, this is totes fine,” she responded, and John wasn’t going to further question her reason. One, because blowjob, two, because this was EXACTLY the blowjob he wanted now that he was back.

With Rave’s new tan and Metra’s general middle-eastern complexion, the two of them were as close as platinum blonde and neon pink haired twins as they could get. Blue and green eyes looked up to him as cheeks hollowed around his shaft and kisses showered down on his balls and groin. “Dear god, this is good,” he gasped when he quickly came the first time, into Metra’s mouth.

She backed off, once she had wrung every bit she could from him. Leaning towards Rave, the two of them engaged in a kiss, swapping back and forth his massive load, swallowing a bit of it at every turn. Their hands were working in relatively good unison at masturbating John while they were occupied that way. It wasn’t the perfect synchrony of Aclysia and Beatrice, but it was as close as was reasonable.

“I want something tooooooo,” Eliza whimpered, having gotten on all fours and looking like a scorned bitch in heat. “Haven’t had any cum in weeeeeeks. Oh fuck, I have become such a whore, its not even funny how much I need that.”

If she said yes, he would just use the last ‘day’ inside the time dilated barrier to relax and come out as fresh as ever. That was a lot easier to justify when he lost one out of twenty days instead of one out of ten. Still a waste, but not one quite as awful, and he would get rewarded with potentially bigger surprises.

“It would...” Rave stated, moving her clenched lips left and right as she thought. It looked quite amusing, at least Sylph and Eliza thought so, carefree giggles and mad cackling intertwining into a lightly obnoxious mixture. Luckily it didn’t last too long. “I’ll drop in at some point though. Two days away from ya are a bit much.”

“No complaints from my side,” John stated and was suddenly assaulted by a couple of windows.



‘Do I get to try and endure a second round of mind-shattering sex or...?’ John wondered. He was more than willing to try, being a vegetable for a few moments had been worth that particular orgasm, even if he only remembered bits of it from before his brain fried. Generally he was intrigued what she was going to change, though. Mostly what Skills she was going to allow SEP to be used on in the future.



She sounded so nice today, and John wasn’t quite sure how he deserved that. Literally everything was going his way right now and it made him immensely suspicious. Whether this ‘Catch-Up Buff’ would turn out to be useful, time would tell, but he was basically guaranteed to get it.



And there was the dampener for his mood. “Urgh, Richard is coming over,” he informed everyone. “Quest I just got says in the morning of my birthday. I’ll get some nice rewards for just greeting him at the harbour, with cameras attending...”

“Didn’t think that rodent could be ever that useful.” Scarlett’s reaction was the opposite of what John wanted to hear, being confirmation that the Horned Rat was an annoying thing. On his inquisitive glare, the Technomancer only shrugged dismissively. “Having the birthday of the ‘glorious leader’ and not using it for PR is a wasted opportunity, so whatever fucking motivates you, works for me.”

“I could just decline the quest,” John declared, hovering his finger above the button. “Last time I had a public event with that dick, he essentially told the world to kill me in under a year, if at all.

“Do you seriously want to forego the rewards?” she asked.

“No...” John sighed and accepted that quest as well. 30’000 experience were almost two levels for him right now. No idea how that would compare after he spent effectively 20 days in Instant Dungeons, but it was free and the GP would be useful for something. “I can leave it to you to organize that?”

“As long as you choke me out good as a reward,” Scarlett demanded. “Also do yourself the favour and increase Charisma to 100 while you’re grinding. It’s going to make future things so much easier if you are as smooth as butter on hot bread.”

“I’ll consider it,” John stated, the mention of his raised Charisma making him suddenly aware again how much deeper and more pleasant his voice had gotten over time. ‘Maybe I should pick up singing at this point,’ he joked to himself. He could even try to sing at the fest he was now holding. The reason why that was now happening aside, the Gamer’s pride did approve of throwing a party to himself.



‘Can I have some subconscious glee around here?’ the Gamer thought, saving his finger from the warning snap of Stirwin, who had come sprinting over the table, running slalom between the dishes. It would have just been some playful gnawing, even if it hit. John played with the crocodile a little bit by lowering his finger until he was almost in range and then pulling back before he got bit. Of course, he also accepted that quest. He would be insane not to. Two more Guild Perks meant he could fill out an entire category in one go.



And suddenly he had a lot to do for the next few days.