Chapter 653 – Birthday Newman 9 – Back to the island

Chapter 653 – Birthday Newman 9 – Back to the island

Everything was washed out, as if somebody was putting his vision through a car wash. Through the blur, John could make out the rows. There were people sitting there. He couldn’t look around. There was a black blob at the head of the gathering that reminded him vaguely of himself. There was a scream, then a knife. It was the only clearly visible thing in the room. It approached his own open back. The vision stopped.

John found himself back in reality, looking after the Horned Rat as the god headed back inside the workshop while he himself stepped onto the boat. As Richard had already been with him, the Gamer had thought it the prime opportunity to use the Vision of Calamity without giving the god any information. It also reduced the durability to 75, but that wasn’t too terrible.

He already wanted to repair it though, as the drop in Durability had come with a noticeable degradation in his sight quality. This should have been impossible, given that the sight was enabled by Possession, not the lenses themselves, but it was still better than the Perma Lenses had provided. Likely, it was the Harmonized Attribute suffering from the damage.

“Now I realize how much of a limitation the ‘before you sleep’ part is,” John thought out loud. The most opportune time to repair the lenses was while he was getting some shut-eye. Visions given also only applied to the time between when he used the item and he next slept. No gaming the system by making a vision every night. Unless he felt like staying awake through the night as the lenses were repaired.

Create’s menu told him that repairing them completely from 75 Durability would take about eight and a half hours. That lined up well with his sleep behaviour.

He blinked a few times, getting used to the now slightly worse vision. After activating the engine of the boat, he looked back on the island for a few seconds, making sure his security was all in place. When he was ready to drive off, a worn-down table suddenly hit the front window panel of his boat and rolled down to the deck underneath.

‘Well, it was worth a shot,’ John thought, trying to move the table with the Possession already in place. It was the same one that Marathyu had stacked all materials on. John had tried to use it to spy on the Horned Rat. To no surprise, Richard had noticed and teleported the table to the Gamer to send a message.

A table wasn’t all that great at walking, especially not when lying upside down. Even with Possession, it only managed to get a few centimetres far before Aclysia arrived where it lay, took and tossed it overboard. While it flew back to land, John took the clearly useless Possession off. Then they drove back to Liberty Island.

The moment he stepped off and onto the Harbour, he was greeted by Rave pressing herself against him in a heated kiss. Her entire chest curved against his and that was just wonderful, especially given the relatively recent increase in squish in the top of that area. “There ya are, tiger,” she hummed, not letting go of him. “I say this totally beats that whole upgrade ordering stuff, am I right or am I right?”

“Totally,” John answered and picked her up princess style and walked on, the two maids following them closely. No need to spend the entire day around here. Behind him, the Harbour was loading the normal sized boat back into the yacht’s internal dry dock. “Hope those two hours without me weren’t too boring.”

“Nah,” she responded, holding onto him by keeping her arms around his neck. “How did the upgrading go?”

“Well, the preparation for it is done,” he said, quickly got her up to date and then ended on, “Apparently he’ll be done tomorrow already.”

“That’s very fast for the amount of work he’ll have to do,” Rave remarked.

“Yeah, I’ll take it. Feel a bit vulnerable with so many of my valuable items out of hand.” He made a sour face, which his girlfriend must have found funny, as she snorted with laughter and then placed another kiss on his cheek with her glossy pink lips. “Also, someone is going to try and stab me today, apparently.”

“Isn’t that kinda bad?” she wondered in a nonchalant tone, taken by his own relaxed way of stating things.

“Depends on the way Gaia defines ‘threatening’,” John told her. “Is it life threatening? Then yes, that is kinda bad. Could also be threatening to my reputation depending on how I handle things. Perhaps the fact that it would hurt me is enough to count as threatening. It’s all very unclear. Anyway, I am going to be prepared for it, even if Aclysia has to fight with a spare sword. From the way it looked, it’s going to happen during the Q&A panel.”

Her eyelids fluttered, as the gaze she focused on him instead rolled up her skull. Muffled shouts of lust reverberated in his cock as he fucked her face with as much gentleness as that depraved action could be executed with. The writhing of the mucus covered inside of her throat was quickly getting him to the edge of orgasm himself. He only held back long enough for her current orgasm to come to a proper calm down, then slid out of her throat.

Rave understood what was expected of her without further words and slid her lips over the sensitive spot under the glans a few more times to bring him to completion. When his cock pulsated and his balls tightened, semen pumping into his girlfriend’s eagerly awaiting mouth, John couldn’t help but grin. Especially as Rave’s body, just getting somewhat relaxed, suddenly became rigid and uncontrollable again.

The Libido 100 Perk had upgraded his cum from tasting awesome to tasting like the tastiest thing anyone could ever taste, plus giving the ability to orgasm from drinking it. Another two things Rave was experiencing for the first time, her eyes now firmly stuck on the upper corner of her vision. “Don’t swallow yet,” he commanded her, giving her just another jolt into her climax that he was fairly certain, by the spike in her high-pitched moaning and wet dribbling, had her squirt a little bit.

When she had wrung the last few drops from him, she pulled back, revealed the entire, extremely large load, then closed her mouth, swallowed, and revealed her clean mouth. Then she spent a minute or so licking his erect member until it was completely clean of anything that wasn’t saliva.

By the end of that, she was still quite flustered, but had calmed down enough to keep her voice steady. “Did ya just make me climax twice while giving YOU a blowjob?” she asked, in a clearly good mood.

“Yup,” he answered, in an even better mood. “Sorry to keep secrets from you, but I thought this would be a nice surprise.”

“It is... kinda sad I popped it now...” Rave admitted.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think I would have survived if you didn’t let me cum before the evening.” He pulled out a steamed towel from his inventory and cleaned his dick properly with one end. Then he offered it to Rave, who used the other half to wipe her own shame clean. Two towels would have been better, but he only had the one, and it beat the paper alternative by miles. “Actually, don’t think this’ll be enough until then either.”

“Perv,” she joked.

“Ya know it,” he mimicked her tone in response.

“Mhm... well, I guess I gotta let the other girls have their fun as well,” Rave said, handing John the towel, who threw it back into his Inventory. It was still mostly clean, being a big towel for a relatively small mess, but most of the steamed warmth had disappeared. She slipped into her pants and, still topless, took her phone out of her pocket to send a message around in the harem chat. John was also seeing it and could discern that some sort of non-coitus agreement had just been amended to allow blowjobs before the evening.

“You think Lydia is going to let you get away with this?” John asked his girlfriend. “You know how much of a stickler for agreements she can be.”

“As a matter of fact,” the stern voice announced the queen’s arrival on the scene, just as Rave pulled her top into position. “I am not fine with this adjustment.” Lydia put her own phone away and crossed her arms. “I will tolerate this instance, however, given that I was promised an hour of your time.”

Well, it wasn’t a promise that John had given, as her visit had been kept a secret from him.

But who was he to say no to a queen?