Chapter 765 – At home

Chapter 765 – At home

“...so that’s what’s happening over there right now,” the Gamer said, as he put his signature under another document. He was going through the most boring part of the work day, the one where he had to scribble his name, corrections or questions on documents. Once that was done, he had to scan the document, file the resulting image file properly on his computer, then print a physical copy to file properly in actual files and then the original document would be sent back to whomever he received it from.

It was an incredibly repetitive task and he had to do it for about 73 separate pieces of documentation. It would have been great if he could say ‘paper’ but most of these forms were stacks of five pages and upwards. If anyone ever thought that being the leader of any organization was exciting, they had not fought on the paper trail. The only entertainment provided on this battlefield was the flash of the scanner and the ‘brrrrrr’ of the printer.

Normally, he loved to delegate all of this to Beatrice, who could do everything except for the signing. The passive maid thrived on monotonous tasks, while John was barely able to stomach the necessity for them. Any other assistant could have also taken this burden from him, it was low-skilled labour that only required basic knowledge about the filing system they used, but most of the documents handled were classified in some fashion. Right at this moment, John was scanning the details of the newest military provided contact lenses, lining out the attributes of the new series that would go into mass production next month. That wasn’t anything he wanted random people’s eyes on.

He would also have needed to wear pants, which was almost as big of an issue.

‘Of course, that girl over there could try helping me, but I think that’d do more harm than good,’ John thought and looked over to the person he had been talking to in the first place. Bored, Eliza was sitting on Beatrice’s glass table and browsed the web. ‘Alternatively, this one could do a lot of good, but I think she doesn’t feel like it.’ His eyes wandered over to Scarlett, who was lying in the foldaway bed of the office, her phone in hand and likely going through her own workload. Both were very much naked. “Neither of you seem particularly enthusiastic about this news.”

“The creepy blonde has been found, fucking hurray!” Eliza exclaimed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m actually happy that her bony ass is back on the menu, as weird as that literally soulless bitch is, but just hearing it said during your regular reports doesn’t exactly inspire me to go all crazy happy.”

“Ditto,” Scarlett just noted from the side-lines. “Except she isn’t literally soulless, Eliza, get that right.”

“I’m sorry, literally has an empty fucking soul. Better, techno-cunt?”

“Better would be if you were the slightest bit respectful.”

“An Eliza that was promised to choke on dick for an hour but hasn’t felt balls on her chin for an hour is a pissy Eliza,” the blood mage grumbled loudly. “How come you can’t fucking manage that, John?! You basically run two minds separate from each other, but you can’t differentiate between two cocks?”

“Libido,” the Gamer responded and sighed. He had put the paper into the scanner the wrong way around and now the thing was upside down. “Scarlett, why does our work program not have a way to flip an image?”

“Because I can’t patch every last fucking thing so quickly,” the Technomancer retorted. “Also, because the rage mails the technical support gets because of it are hilarious. Anyway, can you continue the explanation because I’m actually wondering about that as well.”

“Well, see, if you have a Libido well over 100, it gets pretty hard to just ‘ignore’ such impulses,” he explained. “I can keep my composure, but you lot make me feel way too good to ignore. That aside, even if I COULD do that, it doesn’t change the fact that both of my bodies ejaculate at the same time, meaning the main problems persist.” He had gone through the motions and now had the document scanned the correct way around. “I would personally love to see this patched. If you ask me, it’s pretty stupid that the most independent Extension is bound to the same ejaculation and sleep timers. I feel like I should have an option to de-sync these things. Dealing with time zones is going to be a total bitch down the line.”



“Girls, say ‘thank you, Gaia, you’re the best’,” the Gamer instructed.

“Did she just patch exactly what you wanted?” The redheaded Technomancer perched up on the bed, likely wondering if it was finally time to get under that table. Since most of the girls were out and about right now, the blowjob duty fell on a limited few. It was very good that three of those were the two biggest masochists and the queen with the deepthroat addiction. Not that Metra didn’t pull her weight when it came to taking shifts, being his sex slave and all that.

“No, she is going to patch exactly what I want,” he responded. “After the first challenge.”

“Ah.” Scarlett laid back down. “So, another day of only opportunistic dicksucking. Fantastic, just the kind of stress relief I was looking for.”

“How about you take the time to catch up on some sleep instead?” John suggested.

“I slept 13 hours today because you had Metra force me to stay in bed and I lost about 12 million because of it.”

“You didn’t lose that money; you just didn’t make it.”

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In Florida, the Gamer’s actual body felt a strong urge to lose his pants. “Siena, could you come here for a second?” he asked, and, slightly confused, the moonshade elemental strut over. As close as the elementals were to him, they could not directly sense what was going on with the Extension. Not if the double was that far away and not if they weren’t hooked up to it. “Bend over,” he commanded.

“Oh?” Siena looked down on the visibly pulsing tent in John’s pants and grinned. “Why would I?”

John did not have the time to barter with her. That she had been the closest when this necessity had risen had been a stroke of bad luck. “Pick something you want, just bent over already!” he demanded, not sure how long he could hold on. The pants vanished and left a dick ready to explode out for the viewing.

Licking her lips, the shadow spirit said, “I’ll do you the favour for the pleasure’s sake,” while turning around. Her hands had barely connected with the back of the armchair when John grabbed her by the hips and plunged into her. For another drawn-out moment, he felt the tension in his body, then her hellish pussy assaulted him from all sides. Tiny tendrils wiggled, caressing him like ten-thousand tongues, rolling and contracting like pulsing folds and exuding steady lubrication. None of that was necessary to send him over the edge, as he came the second he pressed his groin against her squishy ass.

While he would have gotten off either way, it was undeniable that Siena’s insides were heightening the ecstasy of the moment. Especially once his seed caused her to climax herself. Instinctively, her insides clenched around him and rippled, aiming to wring every last drop available from his shaft.

“Whew,” he sighed once it was over. “Thanks... could you let me go?” Siena’s tail had wrapped around his midriff and was now making it impossible for him to pull out.

Grinning devilishly over her shoulder, the silver-blue eyed elemental made her answer clear before she even said anything. Constellation covered hands held on more tightly to the couch. “You will need my assistance again anyway in a few minutes, won’t you?” she asked in her sensual voice and gyrated her ass seductively, her folds doing their own work to bring him great pleasure. “Spare yourself the effort, you are already right where you need to be.”

She wasn’t exactly wrong, so John, while feeling both Scarlett’s throat and Siena’s cunt, just resigned himself to scanning his temporary home from where he was.

It was a charming apartment of medium size, the kind that a student graduate could afford after having the lucky break of landing a job in their area of expertise but before the years needed to climb the corporate ladder. A living room bordered on a bedroom. While the latter was barely large enough to contain the queen-sized bed and two nightstands, the living room had the space to accommodate a wall system with standing flatscreen, a couch, two armchairs and a minibar. Said minibar was fully stocked and located next to the kitchen door. Through Aclysia’s eyes, John spied that it could be accessed from the other side of the wall as well.

‘I am developing a disdain for kitchens that are separated from the main room,’ the weaponized maid let him know while she checked the equipment. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it had all the necessities and some extras like a toaster and a microwave, so they would manage. ‘A housemaid should have the privilege to watch her master over the counter while she cooks and see the reactions of the crowd to the smell of her food.’

‘I just want to see your smile while you prepared my meals,’ John gave his rationale why he preferred open kitchens. On a more pragmatic note, it was just easier if everyone could grab the food from the counter without having to funnel through the choke point of a door. That reason wouldn’t have gotten the beaming happiness from his first maid, however.

‘Our reasons aren’t that different then, my John, for I want to see you whenever possible.’ She stuck her head out of the kitchen door to watch him instead. “I desire Master’s attention next,” she announced.

“You will have to wait for a little while, servant,” Siena mocked in a friendly bantering way.

“If my patience is drained, you will find that slicing bread is a skill that can be extended to make butts a whole lot flatter,” Aclysia warned.

“Oh, you would deprive your ‘master’ of one of his beloved behinds?”

“In the emergency case that it would be healthier for him, sure.”

“You mean if he doesn’t give you enough attention to satiate your crazy side.”

The weaponized maid opted not to answer, only cleared her throat and vanished back in the kitchen. John, in the meantime, shifted mental attention to Undine, who inspected the bath. ‘Tiny tub, no jacuzzi,’ she told him when she felt his mind. Indeed, the bathroom was little more than a sink, a joined shower-tub unit, a toilet and a washing machine.

‘Guess we’ll have to look for some sort of public bath then,’ John thought. That would make things slightly awkward with the post orgy clean-up. Orgies that would doubtlessly happen repeatedly because, aside from the general proclivity of the group towards them, they were stuck in a space too small for their numbers and the only distraction was a television. Thankfully, public sex was A-Okay around here, so they didn’t need to confine their fun times to this area.



“Well, let’s kill the time until tomorrow,” the Gamer said.