Chapter 722 – His girl’s day

Chapter 722 – His girl’s day

“Why’re ya even doing this?” Rave asked, taking one blind step after the other. A cloth around her head ensured that she couldn’t see anything. Despite that, she walked pretty confidently, being led by the hand by her boyfriend. “I told ya I don’t like my birthday!”

“And I told you we’re still going to celebrate it,” John responded in a firm tone. “No ifs or buts, except for butts, we can have lots of butts.”

“Was about to say, that doesn’t sound like you,” the Lightbearer giggled, coming to a halt when John stopped. “So, what is this, my birthday present?”

“Yup,” John said, circling behind her and working on the knot of the blindfold. “We pooled some money and resources to get you something.” The vision-obstruction was removed. While Rave blinked, her eyes getting adjusted to the light, John put the blindfold into his inventory, to return to its place in the playroom later today.

“Uh, what am I looking at?” his girlfriend asked. A valid question, and what John had predicted, even if it wasn’t what he had hoped for.

They were standing before a building. Red bricks were orderly stacked, separated by white mortar, two stories high and twenty metres wide. It was a simple building, not plain but not extremely decorated either. A short walkway parted a lawn and led to a double-winged, black glass door. “It’s yours,” John said.

“Ya giving me a basic brick building?” Rave asked, looking at him with a simultaneously confused and anticipating look. She knew him well enough to already be aware that there had to be way more to this. “Where are we anyway? Is everyone else waiting inside?”

“Bay Circle – maybe,” John answered the last two questions first and kissed the back of her head.

“Ya giving me a basic brick building in the red-light district?” Rave’s question was pure teasing, there was no offense taken. “Ya wanna start selling me like common whore or something?”

“Common whore? I would never!” John defended himself. “That would be a wasted investment, I could get rich off selling booty pictures alone!” She giggled and leaned against him; his arms closed around her almost instinctively. Swaying to the beat of their hearts, they stood on the sidewalk. “I didn’t want to start decorating the exterior, that’s all for you. Now, let’s get inside and show you the actual present.”

“Alright,” Rave smiled, the sunlight catching in her wild pink hair, “let’s see what ya got in store, tiger.”

As plain as the outside was, the inside was furnished with the highest quality furniture he could find in a hurry. Black and white pieces with lots of polished bits combined to give everything a luxurious flare. That was just the entrance way as well. Resembling the Neonlights place they had been to in Amsterdam, as well as the Little Whirl, they were first led to a reception desk. From there, the rest of the building could be explored.

John showed her around the upper floor first. There was a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom, but all of those were only moderately sized, fitting for someone with an average income, rather than the luxury they were used to by now. That was because all of those were only meant for temporary stays.

The rest of that floor was filled with rooms designed for specific purposes. There was an office, a studio for photography, one for sound and singing and something that John unashamedly introduced as a porn set, including a couch, a bed and a professional stripping pole. Given that it was Rave whose fantasy was to get filmed sometime, she reacted to that with a lightly lewd giggle. The last room he showed her on that floor held one of the newly available teleport outposts of the basic range variety. With it, she could visit this building quickly whenever she wanted.

Despite their high-quality equipment, all of those places looked rather plain. “Like I said, we didn’t want to decorate the place for you,” John explained, while they went all the way down with the elevator, skipping the middle floor. “This is your little castle; you can use it however you like.”

The doors opened, letting them out at a little elevated VIP area over a large floor. The ground was separated into many large square panels, made from a plastic that was translucent but still gave an adequate amount of grip for the soles. Four pillars gave the room some structure and minor separation of segments. In the exact middle of the room was a tall platform with a bunch of technical instruments installed into the circular rim. Along the walls were seats, benches and tables, and one wall housed a bar. At the moment, everything was black and sleek, with some minor, neon decorations.

The area they were on overlooked everything like a balcony. A staircase led down, but John ignored that for now, instead passing the lavish couch that stood there and walking to the computer panel installed into the railing. With the touch of a few buttons, he caused the artificial light in the room to dim and be replaced with a myriad of smaller, coloured lights. The floor panels activated, glowing at pleasant levels in green, blue, red or yellow, the colours changing positions to a beat that suddenly kicked up.

“Aww, ya gave me a disco!” Rave laughed and took his position at the panel, to play around with the options. “That’s such a rich-man sweet thing to do!” She stopped pushing buttons and seeing what they did for just long enough to give him a proper kiss. Which took over a minute, all things considered.

“No money is worth anything if I can’t buy nice things for my lady,” John stated. “This building comes fully stocked with booze and all the other fun stuff you could need. How you use it, I’ll leave to you.” He shrugged. “You can rent it out, only use it for private parties every once in a while, use it as your office building, all yours to decide.” He booped her on the nose. “Just remember that you still have to obey the laws about public decency and noise complaints.”

“But where’s the fun in being First Lady if ya can’t break all the rules?” Rave pouted.

“Talk like that more and you’re in for a spanking!” John warned her.

“So ya giving me a reward?” she asked with a wink and hit the off button. All the lights went out, leaving them in absolute darkness.

Then there was silence and still. Their quivering bodies no longer moved, aside from the beating of their hearts and the rise and fall of their chests with every breath. John blinked the remains of his tears away and kissed Rave’s ear. “I will do everything for you,” he promised.

“Yeah,” she kept her answer simple, her tone reciprocal. “We’re still going to change, aren’t we, tiger?”

“For a long time more,” he agreed. “There’s still much to be done in this current chapter of our lives. Conflicts that could change us because of necessity...”

“Don’t ya sound that negative,” Rave reprimanded him lovingly, stroking the side of his face with one hand while rubbing her cheek against him like a cat on the other side. “We’re people with responsibility; there’ll be a lot of stuff we have to do, but we have each other, we have all our other girls, we have our friends, we’ll get through all of it with them.”

“Who sounds corny now?” John asked with a giggle.

“I do, I watch anime, I’m allowed to sound corny,” she joked in a silky soft tone. “If I wanna use the power of friendship, I will!”

“I’m sure, if somebody can manage that reality bending feat, it’ll be you,” he said, in complete seriousness. “Nobody else could possibly be awesome enough otherwise...” That compliment came out incredibly stilted, and John blushed when he realized that.

“D’aww, you’re cute when you’re awkward,” his girlfriend added insult to injury. Then, she suddenly got serious again. “We’re going to get married someday, right?”

“Yes,” John told her.

“Will that change us? For the better?” Rave squeezed his head a bit tighter than was comfortable. “I don’t know if I... trust myself there...”

“You’re yourself, Jane,” he told her. “We’re going to be a family. A real and proper one. You, me, Aclyisa, Eliza, Nathalia and all the others of our lovable harem. Things will change and we’ll grow closer together because there’s nothing more important than we are to each other.” After a few seconds. “And the children we’ll have one day.”

“We’ll have those...” Rave mumbled, knowing it to be true and letting out a single laugh at the realization. “Whenever I think about that, it strikes me as odd. Yes, we’ll have those... they better be adorable!”

“My genes might make that difficult,” John stated. “...Depending on whether or not Gamer’s Body rewrites my DNA down to the inheritable chromosomes. Otherwise, well, maybe if the girls come more after my mother than me, they’ll look kind of good...” He got a headbutt again, moderately intense this time. “Ow!”

“Ya ruined it,” Rave decided and straightened up. She gave him a little slap. “Ya ruined the moment with your science and hypothetical talk.” Getting up, she summoned a little glowing orb above her finger tip. With it, she quickly found the console and the proper light switch. The disco was flooded with electrical light and John saw his girlfriend stand there.

Despite her choice of words being rather accusatory, she had a big smile on her face. “Well, sorry that I have honest questions,” he said, as things quickly returned to their usual banter. That he could have tearful talks, honest talks and funny talks with her in quick succession reminded him of how well they complimented each other. They were both quick thinking people that took life seriously, but not gravely so. Well, Rave a little less than John, but she was willing to entertain him.

“Well, whenever we have a baby, she’ll be adorable,” Rave decided, “and she’ll have my hair.”

“Gender decided already, have you?”

“Turned into Yoda, ya have?”

“Just answer the question, you bootiful vixen,” John demanded.

“I have a fifty-fifty chance of being right, that’s better than my usual odds when I just babble along.” Rave grinned. “Anyway, ya still have to show me the actual main floor, right? Wonder what ya could have hidden there. I mean, what else is there aside from hobby place and party place?”

“Ah, well...” John had the feeling she might be underwhelmed by what came next. Either that, or she would punch him in the gut.

“I’ll just show you.”